Not surprisingly, I saw neither Sean nor Sara on the Thursday after Sara shaved me. But we actually had plans on Friday. My girlfriend Rachel had been away for about two weeks in Europe with her family, and even before she left I'd made plans to take this Friday off. Just because Rachel had two weeks off and I decided I deserved to take at least one day off also during her vacation.
Sean and Sara were also ready for a day off. Their summer-semester classes started the following Monday, but they had been working during the past few weeks on something called "symposium." I never took that in college. I just went to classes (except when I didn't) and took the tests. There were some research papers along the way too, I guess. But whatever.
So on Friday Sean and Sara and I drove about an hour to a state park north of town and went hiking. It was a really pretty park, with lots of great views overlooking the lake, and beautiful trails through woods and plains. But in the back of all of our minds, we knew what was waiting at the end of the day. Sex.
As a result, the day was filled with a plethora of adolescent remarks. Several tree trunks were commented on as resembling erect cocks; hollowed out sections of trees were vaginas; and distant hills certainly resembled breasts (although Sara did try to convince us that two distant hills that were particularly close to each other resembled the contours of two butt cheeks -- she did not specify gender).
It was a hot and humid day and we all sweated a lot. The air conditioning in Sean's car cooled and dried us off on the ride home, but that didn't matter. There was a seeming consensus, mentioned multiple times during the day, that, when we got home, we would be showering. Together.
So, of course, when we got back to Sean's and my apartment at about 9:00 that night, we kicked off our shoes and socks and all headed straight to the bathroom. By this point in our very unusual relationship, Sean and I had come to accept Sara as the leader in these erotic games, so we both stood still and waited for her to give some indication as to how the undressing was to occur. Would we be taking each other's clothes off? Or our own? Or a combination?
Sara turned and looked at Sean and I, who were standing side-by-side facing the tub. Sara was between the tub and us, smiling. She then simply raised her arms until they were pointing straight at the ceiling, and Sean and I somehow knew what to do.
Sean lifted the bottom of Tara's faded black t-shirt and pulled it off, revealing a grey sports bra that did not conceal the erect state of her nipples. She kept her arms in the air and I removed her bra just like Sean had removed her t-shirt. Sara's perky breasts seemed to smile at their newly found freedom. Or maybe I'm just projecting Sara's smiling face to her breasts (quite likely).
Sara lowered her arms so they were at her sides pointing at about a 45 degree angle towards the ground and simply looked at the waist band of her tan shorts. Sean and I needed no further instruction.
Sean reached out and unbuttoned and unzipped her fly and pushed the shorts down past her hips and ass until they could fall to the floor on their own. As they fell, Sara pulled Sean close to her and kissed him deeply. Sara was now clad only in a pair of pink cotton panties, and I could see a definite damp spot on the crotch.
As Sara and Sean kissed, I stepped behind Sara and began lowering her panties. I pushed them all the way to the floor, running my right hand over her bare muff as I knelt to the floor, permitting her to step out of both the panties and her shorts.
Sara and Sean continued to kiss as I stood up behind Sara, running my hands up the sides of her legs and across her warm, soft butt cheeks as I did so. I could smell the sweat in Sara's hair as I ran my hands over Sean's (which were on her hips) and up her rib cage.
Then suddenly Sara broke her kiss with Sean and said "Okay, everyone stop!"
Sean and I stopped, of course. Sara was standing completely naked between the two of us, who were both still wearing our shorts and sweaty t-shirts. Before we could ask what the matter was, Sara said, "You guys have too many clothes on, but I like the position I'm in with one of you on each side of me. I want each of you to grab the bottoms of each other's t-shirts, and when I say so, I want you to take them off of each other in unison."
Seemed easy enough to me, as long as the naked girl stayed between us. So I reached one arm around each side of her and grabbed hold with both hands of the bottom of Sean's white BoDeans concert t-shirt (remember, this was the early 90s). Sean did likewise and grabbed hold of my grey Reebok Pumps t-shirt. Sara then said, "Okay, now!" and Sean and I raised our arms and removed each other's t-shirts in unison with naked Sara in the middle of us.
Sara laughed and said, "That was cool!" As I instinctively began to put my hands on Sara's breasts from behind her, she continued, "But you're not done yet. Same thing again, but with your shorts. And boxers. Same time."
Ever obedient, I reached around and unbuttoned Sean's shorts, lowered the zipper, then placed my fingers inside the front of his shorts, making sure they were inside his boxers as well. I was aware of two physical phenomena at this point. First, my hard cock straining against the front of my shorts, which were pressed up against Sara's naked ass. Second, the backs of my fingers against the top of Sean's shaved pubic area. It felt warm from his body heat after a long day of exercise, and I could also feel the contours along either side of his pubic area where his torso turned into his legs and package.
Sean also reached around Sara and undid my shorts. He had a little difficulty because I couldn't stop myself from pressing my cock up against Sara's ass, but soon his thumbs were inside the sides of my shorts and boxers and ready to go.
"You guys ready?" Sara asked, more as a confirmation than a question, "Okay, one, two, three... go!"
As I proceeded to lower Sean's shorts and boxers, I had the good sense to first raise them slightly and pull them towards me in order to get past his cock, which I knew by now would be erect. Sean did not have the same foresight. As a result, my cock ended up poking through the fly of my boxers, causing Sean fall forward when my boxers got caught up on the base of my cock. Meanwhile, because if this predicament, I was only able to get Sean's shorts and boxers about as far as his knees.
Sara giggled, assessed the situation, and said, "What am I going to do with you guys? Can't even execute a simple mutual disrobement!"
She stepped out from between us, and Sean and I stood up straight. His shorts and boxers were still at his knees, and mine were not even past my butt.
"Mike, finish lowering Sean's remaining clothing," Sara said to me in a mock stern tone, like a high school teacher (and boy, was I familiar with THAT tone).
I simply reached out my left foot, placed it between Sean's knees, and lowered his shorts and boxers to the floor by pressing downward.
"Well, that could've been more interesting, but I'll give you points for efficiency," said Sara. "Now, Sean, finish your assigned task."