I am Jessie's girl. And I know that his best friend wants me. I have noticed him looking at me in that particular way, somehow both piercing and blurred, as though he was imagining a close up view of the skin beneath my clothes.
We are sitting on concrete benches outside school, and Jessie is whispering insistently in my ear, his hand creeping up my leg: "Come on...we could leave now, go to the park, get a little privacy...go on, you know you want to!" So naturally I blush, I'm sure Jake can hear him. I don't know who wants me more- probably Jake, with all the added intensity of not being able to have me.
I find myself playing up to it, to Jake, just because I can, returning those looks of his with ones of my own which make him blush and squirm a bit. I'm not entirely doing it out of spite or pity: believe me Jake is good looking enough, nice eyes and shiny dark brown hair, good body from training (he's on the soccer team with Jessie). If I wasn't already attached, I'd definitely consider him.
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(I watch you walking in front of me, and wish it was my hand in your back pocket instead of his. Unrequited lust sucks. I dream of you sometimes, in various states of undress, crawling accross the bed to me with a look that makes my body convulse with desire. But of course you only ever look at him like that: I feel the knot of jealousy tighten in my chest followed by the dull emptiness of realising the futility of it all.)
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I start to think down inappropriate lines: knowing their common desire, my imagination depicts us on a bed, me sandwiched between their naked bodies, their hands wandering all over me. It is the sense of my own power which allows me to dwell on these thoughts, begin my attempt to create the reality.
I first suggest this to Jessie as we are lying in bed together, under the soccer team pennant and all his posters. Again, I have the power, and I go down on him, taking him in my mouth, sliding up and down, licking round the head and sucking on him as he gets even harder, and I feel a little pre-cum leak into my mouth. and then I stop to ask him about my 'little idea': he's hardly in a state to outright refuse- anything to get my mouth back around his cock. Although I'm not sure he would admit to wanting his best friend to be in on this kind of thing.
But I share him with other girls, why shouldn't he share me, temporarily, on "his terms".
Getting them drunk is easy, and I start to flirt with both of them. I had decided not to go for the clingiest, most revealing outfit, just one that would make me feel even hornier than I was already. So I am sitting between them on the couch, in a silky camisole top (no bra) and tight-fitting jeans.
I start moving around between them, under the pretence of "getting comfortable". I complain that my foot hurts and Jessie offers to rub it better: to do this I have to manoeuvre a bit on the couch, and end up with my head in Jake's lap, my bum in between, and my legs up over Jessie. In the perfect position to gaze up at Jake with this ridiculously sexual look, all half-closed eyes and parted lips. I hear a sudden intake of breath and this slightly surprised, guilty look come over his face.
I start playing with my hair, and unsurprisingly, he gets the hint that he might be allowed to touch, and he reaches down and puts his hand on my tummy, feeling for the edge of the silk, and sliding his hand up a little way underneath.
Meanwhile Jessie had got bored of the foot rub and, I presumed, is looking over: I feel the bulge of his erection pressing on the back of my thigh. His hand wanders up from my ankle, and he strokes my the inside of my thigh with his thumb. Even though nothing has happened yet, I am so turned on that I try to speed things up a bit, so I sit up and whisper " I think I'm wearing too much: will you help me get undressed?" We slowly get up from the couch, and as Jessie pulls up my camisole, I unbutton his shirt, pausing to lift my arms as he slides the thin silky material over my head. I feel Jake's arms come around my waist from behind, reaching for my fly button, and realise he has removed his shirt as well, as his warm chest brushes against my back. I was finally standing in the boy-sandwich I had envisioned earlier.
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(She's turning and looking at me: I want her so much, I'm more aroused than I've ever been in my life, she's letting me undo her flies and I'm sliding my hand down, easing my fingers past her knicker-elastic. Oh my God I'm touching her: she's hot and wet: hot and wet (at least partially) for me, and I pull her closer with my free arm, her warm smooth back against my chest, her body against my pounding heart and my throbbing hard-on, which is straining almost painfully against my jeans. I nuzzle into the back of her neck, as Jessie (Christ I'm going to regret this in the morning) French kisses her, bends down and sucks at her breasts.)