We showered as quickly as we could, laughing and humming with playful energy. Between her workout and the load I shot on her stomach, Pri needed a little more time to clean up. In our lusty rush to the bathroom, we'd neglected to bring along clothes, towels, or anything really. After washing my dick with both hands, she sent me off naked into the world to find us something to wear.
The bedroom was dark, the rain outside falling as hard as ever while the wind whipped the bushes against the windows. The door was closed. Thick towels and two stacks of clothing had been laid out for us on the bed. Liv had clearly displayed more foresight for us than we had for ourselves.
There was something sweet about it. Liv had arranged the whole weekend and guided Pri when she needed it, not to mention the life changing orgasms she'd pulled from my body. It was a kind of caregiving instinct that I didn't often associate with her.
Of course, at this moment her other option was for Pri and I to wander around the house in wet towels as though we'd just fucked in the shower. Hi Marco, don't mind us! Just passing through!
Although my libido had been dampened by two hard orgasms already, it excited me to think that Liv had been only a few feet away while Pri and I played. We hadn't closed the door or made any effort to hide ourselves.
Had she seen me smelling Pri's ass through her dirty underwear? Or licking her pussy from behind as I jerked myself off? Or was she only there for the end, as we wordlessly ordered each other to cum?
The clothes she picked out for us told a story.
She'd allowed me the t-shirt I brought from my dorm, band merch from the college's spring music festival, but my hoodie and black joggers weren't here. Instead, she left me a pair of gray soccer sweats which, based on the Timberwolves logo and sizing, were probably hers. She was tall enough for them to fit me but they were somehow loose in the leg and tight in the crotch at the same time.
For Pri, a red cable knit sweater and black leggings. I ran my fingers over elastic material. Over the short time I'd known her, I'd seen Pri wear all variations of sweatpants, loose shorts, or jeans. She would never wear something this tight or form-fitting on her own. I imagined her thick, athletic thighs and round ass squeezing into the fabric, hugging every muscle and crease...
My cock twitched.
And while Liv had left us both underwear, there was no bra or undershirt for Pri. We were expected to put on a show.
After dressing, I brought Pri some towels. She opened the slider a crack, smiling, and I had to lean in to kiss her. Subtly, I tried to look behind the glass for a glimpse of wet breast or shining brown hip. She ordered me back a few steps.
"You look like..." She scrunched up her face, trying to contain a laugh.
"What? It's weird?" The shirt was on the tighter side and my bulge was evident.
"You look kinda like Liv. With a dick."
I looked down at myself, pulling at the hem of the shirt. I'd seen Liv dress exactly like this more than a few times. All I was missing was the lines of a sports bra.
"Yeah, well," I said. "Wait till you see what she left out for you."
"What's that mean?" she asked as I walked away. "Wait! What's that mean!?"
At the bedroom door I paused and screwed up my courage. I thought I heard music from down the hall, something poppy.
For the life of me, I couldn't think of a single reason to be nervous. Pri and I were finally 'together' (terms pending). I wasn't expected to do anything besides steer the Marco Trap in the right direction. And I had the distinct mental advantage of having fucked Liv's brains out last night.
And yet my chest was tight and I could feel my pulse throbbing in my neck. I guess my monkey brain was having trouble explaining all that to my lizard brain.
They'd left music playing on the TV. I walked by just as the song changed from Bruno Mars to Taylor Swift, with the Weeknd coming next. The playlist might as well have been called 'Totally Normal College Music (Not for an Orgy)'.
I found them in the kitchen, chatting away, leaning on the kitchen island. Marco was laughing and Liv looked pleased with herself. She half-smiled as I entered while Marco stood up straight, looking a little uncertain.
"This is Jack," said Liv. I waved.
"Hey," he said. He waved back awkwardly and pointed to himself. "Marco."
God damn, this guy was handsome. Deeply tanned, with short brown hair tousled by the wind, and clearly fit as hell. He was just... pretty. I didn't have the words to describe how good looking he was, and I wondered if that was a sign that I was a particularly closed-off man.
Liv got to dress herself in comfort. I'm not sure the two of them even noticed that they were dressed the same, cloth athletic shorts and bright hoodies. The only difference was that hers was a zip-up, half open to show a white v-neck and a glimpse of cleavage beneath. Marco kept his eyes above her shoulders with excruciating effort.
He and Liv made a beautiful pair. They looked like they could be in a clothing ad together. My monkey brain expected that I'd be more nervous given that he was way, way more attractive than I was, but my lizard brain wasn't bothered somehow.
"Soo," I said. "I know nothing about you."
He laughed and held his thumb and index finger a half-inch apart. "I know this much about you. Apparently you like...?"
"Lord of the Rings shit," supplied Liv.
"I think," I said. "She means I like sci-fi and fantasy, which is totally normal. You think Marvel movies are documentaries?"
Marco smiled with his eyes. "Well I love fantasy. Have you ever read One Hundred Years of Solitude?"
I shook my head.
"Next semester, take Latin American Lit and I'll lend you my copy. It'll change your life. I know people say that a lot but this time it's true."
"You tell everyone about that book", said Liv. "And nobody has ever read it. What do you think that says?"
"That I hang out with ignorant people?"
"Ouch," I said. "Sprinted into that one, Livvy. And what is it that you like again?"
"All sorts of things," said Liv, and at the same time, Marco said, "True crime garbage."
"Wow, rude," she said, laughing but looking a little put off. "At least that stuff really happened." Marco gave her a look. "Okay, mostly. Allegedly."
"What's your deal then?" I asked him, smiling in a friendly way.
"Apparently I'm a tennis jock with no imagination or sense of humor."
"True," said Liv.
"I relied on my looks instead of developing a personality."
"Preach."
"Anything else?" he asked.
"Illiterate," she said, shaking her head.
"Right, I can't read. I did a book report on...?"
"From the back of a cereal box. In high school. The teacher passed you so he wouldn't see you again."
It was playfully brutal and they seemed to like it that way. I'm not sure she realized that she was making stupid, lovey eyes at him. He chewed his cheek and looked away.
Hard rain drummed on the windows. I took one of the island stools and we made more small talk until Pri finally joined us.
"Heey Coco," said Pri as she entered the room. She looked incredible, thighs bulging against her tights, her perfect tits obvious under the red sweater. She walked up and put her hand in the small of my back. "How are you?"
"Heey Pri," he said with a grin. His mouth twitched a little when he saw what she was wearing. "Uh, I'm good."
"And how's Colin? I heard he had his graduation ceremony a little while back."
The girls laughed and Marco groaned a little.
