Thank you to everyone reading this.
It's pretty different from my last couple of stories, although there are some similar themes.
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"Cheers!" Sasha called out as her slender, black arms lifted the glass of champagne in a toast. She sat on the edge of the jacuzzi with her legs in the water up to her knees. She didn't want to get in because she had just finished the braids that morning and didn't want to risk them getting wet.
"Cheers!" Eric echoed. Our token white friend. He sat up to his chest, his blond hair plastered against his head. "Here's to you, Q! Our genius, our friend, and the head of his class!"
I lifted my glass. "To the best friends I could ever ask for." I didn't like my body. I wasn't fat or flabby or even particularly scrawny looking. I just didn't like my body. It wasn't anything special. It was, in fact so average that if I were at all objective about it, I might find little things I liked about it. But let's be honest gentlemen, what man is ever honest about his own body?
So there we were. I was a hispanic 21 year old just graduated top of my class with a degree sociology and a free ride to a PhD in Philosophy with a pretty good paying TA position attached wearing board shorts and a dark t-shirt to hide my body. Eric was our token white guy and he was fit. He was 25 with a promising career as a physical therapist ahead of him. He likes to joke around that he majored in PE, but I know for a fact that he worked ten times harder than I ever did to get his degree and certification. He was six foot even, 190lbs of lean, chiseled muscle with the blond hair and blue eyes that made everyone in any room turn to get a second look at him. He was wearing shorts that were a little short of my comfort, but I still noticed they looked good on him no matter how low the top or high the legs or obvious the bulge of his cock.
Then there was Sasha, the five five model that brought the trio together. No seriously, she was a model and actress and 28 at the time. She was a stunner with curves that made men and women alike dizzy. She was wearing a two piece bikini that was suitably modest, but was so flattering that I was grateful for the jacuzzi to hide my boner.
That's all there is to say about us really. Sasha was gorgeous, Eric was Adonis incarnate, and I was there.
"So," Sasha said bringing me back to the present. "What's next Q? You going to write that book you've been talking about?"
"Give him a break, Sasha" Eric said. He shifted and I could confirm that in addition to showing off his body, his shorts did a great job highlighting his package. It felt odd to me to see it. It was big. I wasn't sure how I compared, but it was definitely big, and after a moment I realized that I wasn't jealous or repulsed by it like I expected to be. I was actually kind of curious about it. "The man just graduated," Eric continued, "let's celebrate. Let's enjoy the night. Raise a glass."
And we did. We took another drink. Sasha opened another bottle of champagne and poured us yet another glass. How many was this? four? Five? I had lost track and that wasn't good. I didn't like losing track of how much I drank around these two.
"Now be honest, Q" Sasha said. "What was the best part of undergrad?"
"Meeting you guys, obviously." I took a sip of champagne.
"Don't be sentimental," Eric said.
"No I'm serious. I'm absolutely serious. You guys were the best thing to happen to me. Before you guys, I didn't have friends, I wasn't dating, I was alone in the dorm almost every night." I was rambling. I knew I was rambling, but I couldn't stop. Damnit! This was why I tried to be careful about how much I drank. "I mean I met you guys when I was a junior, and you remember what I was like then right?"
Sasha slid over to me until her hip was pressed against my arm. It felt good there. It was erotic, because she was crazy hot, but it was also just ... right. Comforting. She put her left hand around my shoulders, leaned down enough that I felt the swell of her breasts against the back of my head, and gave me a half hug. I tried to ignore the sensation of her breasts against me and just enjoyed the physical presence of one of my best friends. "Easy Tiger. I remember what it was like for you."
Eric reached over and put a hand on my leg. High on my leg. High enough for my cock to notice, but not close enough for him to notice my cock. I realized I enjoyed his touch every bit as much as I enjoyed Sasha's. "I remember too. You never did tell us her name though."
"Xio." I took a sip of champagne that was more like a gulp. "Her name was Xio."
"And she broke your heart."
I nodded.
"It's ok," Sasha said. She hugged me tighter, and I leaned my head into her. I felt Eric slide around the jacuzzi and come up on my other side. He wrapped his big, strong arms around both of us, and I found myself comforted between Sasha's soft, inviting body, and Eric's hard, protective one. I felt his cock against my thigh as he joined the three-way hug and wondered, not for the first time, why he and Sasha hadn't slept together already.
I didn't cry. I had cried out a long time ago.
"Did you ..." Sasha hesitated. It was a big question.
"No." I said. "The suicide note simply said, I hate you and everything about you. This is all your fault." I laughed.
We had found her, along with enough proof that she had been pregnant when she had taken a hundred tylenol and chased it with a liter of vodka.
But not my baby.
"I was going to ask," Sasha said, "If you ever found out who the father was."
I shook my head. "All I know is that it wasn't me. Xio and I never slept together. Never even went down on each other."
Sasha straightened in surprise but was careful about not breaking contact. "What?"
"Easy." Eric put a hand on Sasha's arm. "Easy."
Sasha was the energetic one. The aggressive one. But aggressive in the way that a bear is protective of her cubs or that a she-wolf is protective of her pack. "What do you mean you never slept together?"
I was surprised by her ferocity and was instantly snapped out of my haze. I was, unfortunately, drunk enough to answer the question honestly. "I'm a virgin. Never got further than second base with a woman."
Sasha's face went slack with shock. Then she shook herself. "How about a guy?"
"Nope." I said. "Not even to first. I didn't even have a jerk off buddy in high school that I watched porn with." I put my head in Sasha's lap and held one of Eric's hands in mine. "Xio was the first girl to go on a date with me, and the best friend I had since elementary school."
"How did we not know this before?" Eric asked.
I shrugged. "I thought if you knew what a loser I really was, you wouldn't hang out with me anymore." I was really and truly drunk if a) I said that and b) I said it while maintaining physical contact with them. "I've never even had a girl give me a handjob. I mean what kind of loser graduates college a virgin without so much as a handjob?"
Eric gripped my hand and caressed my leg while Sasha ran her hand over my head. "What kind of loser thinks sex makes a winner?" She asked me. "You're asking all the wrong questions, Q."
I snuggled into her lap and enjoyed the feel of her warm skin against my face. Her bare thighs, the junction of those thighs so close to my lips. I knew I wasn't hiding my boner anymore, and I couldn't say I cared. "So what's the right question?" I asked.
"The right question," Eric said, "Is 'where am I sleeping tonight?' Because you sure as hell aren't going to be able to make it back to your place."
"Don't be stupid," Sasha laughed. "You're both staying here tonight.
Sasha had a house. She wasn't super successful as an actress or model and she wasn't super wealthy, but she was successful enough and frugal enough that money was never going to be an issue as long as she kept an eye on the line between comfortable and lavish.
"You don't have a guest bedroom," I said.
"This is a three bedroom, two and a half bath, house," She said defensively.
"Yes." Eric held up a finger and ticked off the rooms. "There's the master bedroom, the dressing room, and the library. Then there's the Master bath, which you combined with the second bath, and a half bath by the living room."
"And don't forget the home gym in the basement." I held up another finger.
"There's plenty of room in my bed," Sasha said. "I made it that way on purpose."
I turned my head to look up at her. "Madam!" I said with as much mock outrage as I could manage. "Are you trying to seduce me?" I was joking, but I was more than half hoping She was. I was half hoping that if she didn't that Eric would.
That thought stopped me. I hadn't ever thought of guys that way before, but then again why not? I sat up and looked at Eric.
"Or were you trying to plan something? Hoping to get me drunk enough to take advantage of me?"
Sasha cupped my cheek in her hand and turned my face towards her. "No." It was a soft word. It hit me like a hammer but everything else was so soft I didn't know what to think. The word was "no". It was a clear and obvious denial. But her eyes were soft, inviting almost. Her touch was soft and leading.
"We'd never take advantage of you," Eric said. He took one of my hands in both of his, kissed it and held it close to his lips. "Not in a million years."
"And we don't want you to think that we pity you. I don't." Sasha leaned in a planted a soft, lingering kiss on my lips. It was feather light, and it burned my lips all the way through my body to my cock. "And I don't want you to say, 'yes' just because you're desperate."
Eric shifted his position so that I was half leaning against Sasha, sitting on the edge of the jacuzzi, one foot on the cool tiles, the other in the water, and Eric between my legs. He kissed my neck where it met the shoulder and I felt his lips send a tremor through my body that made me melt as thoroughly as Sasha's kiss had made me hard. "I want you to want me," he said. "I want you to want Sasha. I want you to know that you are wanted." He trailed his mouth up my neck to my ear as he spoke. His words fluttered into my brain like a spring breeze and suddenly I was sober and aroused in a way that I never had been in my life before.
"Say yes." Sasha kissed me again. I felt one of her arms reach around and caress Eric. I felt their hands on me even as I felt their hands reach around me to touch each other. "Please say yes."
She pulled back. Eric did the same. They looked at me expecting me to say something. Expecting me to accept or decline.
"You are allowed to say no," Eric said. "We're still friends. I promise."
