This incident took place almost twenty years ago, and was the first of my sexual adventures
I don't know what woke me up. Some noise, probably. I knew right away, though, that something wasn't quite right. Leslie, my girlfriend, hadn't come to bed yet, and I could tell it was late. There was music playing downstairs, but I couldn't hear any voices.
Very quickly I remembered that we – Leslie and I, and our housemate Daphne and friend Mindy – had spent the evening painting the kitchen cabinets and that, when my friend, and Mindy's boyfriend, Rick had turned up after work, we'd decided to call it a night. Everybody decided to go out for some food, but I stayed home and went to bed, since I had to get up in the morning and go to work. (I worked in a machine shop at the time, and a half day on Saturday was required.)
Anyway, they should have been back by now, and what was up with the music?
A bit groggily, I grabbed my robe and wrapped it around my naked body and moved toward the stairs. Our bedroom was the entire upper floor of the house – what would have been the attic if it were unfinished. The stairs led down to the center of the house, into the short hallway that connected the other two bedrooms, the bathroom, the kitchen and the living room. Peering down the stairs and listening I could now make out some muffled sounds and the distinctive, occasional squeak of Daphne's bed, over the music. My curiosity piqued, my sneakiness kicked into overdrive and I began to creep slowly down the stairs.
As I got closer to the bottom, I could make the muffled sounds out clearer. (The walls in that house were never too thick.) There was giggling and what sounded like a low moan among the sound of shifting weight on that noisy bed in Daphne's room. I got to the bottom of the stairs and wasn't surprised to see Daphne's door closed. I could now tell, from the muted voices, that at least Leslie and Daphne were in there together. My heart started to pound.
Recently, Leslie had reported that she and Daphne had been talking when the fact that my biggest fantasy was to have a threesome with two girls had come up. Daphne had laughed and said that it was Rick's favorite fantasy too. Despite the fact that Rick and Mindy were a couple, everybody except Mindy knew that Rick and Daphne were occasionally intimate. It didn't take long for them to get to the idea of getting together and making each of our fantasies come true. Daphne thought they should do me first, since Leslie and I were a couple, but Leslie had said no, they should do Rick first. She explained that I would want to hear all the details and that it would make me even more excited about the situation. Whatever else I can say about Leslie after all this time, I have to admit she really knew how I ticked sexually.
Of course, knowing that they had gone off with Rick and Mindy, and now hearing them together in Daphne's bedroom, I put two and two together and came up with something close to four. Curiosity gave way to sheer, rushing voyeurism and I strained to hear. It occurred to me that I might be able to hear better if I crept into the living room and turned that music down a bit.
I admit I'm a bit proud to remember how stealthily I managed to move around that old house. I crossed the living room, where there was only one lamp on, and, holding my breath, I eased the volume down very slowly on the stereo. It helped that I waited until a song was fading out anyway. I waited to hear if I had spoiled anything, but more of the creaking bedsprings and the sound of the two women talking, followed by Rick's murmured response convinced me they hadn't noticed the music dipping off a bit.
Feeling a bit more secure, I turned to get a better look at the situation in the living room. The second and third things I noticed were the almost empty bottle of wine at the edge of the coffee table and Rick's clothes discarded at random over near the piano. The first thing I noticed, though, was Mindy lying stretched out on the couch. She was wearing a loose t-shirt and jeans. She was a pretty brunette with short, tousled hair and a spray of freckles across her cheeks and nose. She had long legs and an ass I had often dreamt of squeezing. Still listening intently to the all-too-infrequent sounds from the other room, I found myself inching closer to Mindy on the couch. I looked down at her pretty face and suddenly realized she was looking back up at me.
I opened my mouth, though now I have no idea what I might have said. She stopped me from saying anything though by raising a finger to her lips. Then I saw her eyes move down a bit. I had completely forgotten that I was wearing only a fairly light robe and was now sporting a raging hard on. I smiled as I saw her eyeing the way my robe jutted out in the front, then I noticed that her right hand was pressed down between her legs, putting pressure on herself through the crotch of her jeans. Like me, she was turned on by the sounds coming from the other room.
Overcoming the palpable fear of not wanting to do anything to screw up this moment, I decided to show a bit of initiative. I reached into my robe and began to stroke my hard cock, letting the robe fall open so Mindy could see. I heard her suck in her breath, and watched her look back up at me and smile. Her left hand moved up to cup her breast in her hand as I slowly moved my hand up and down the shaft of my cock. I watched, transfixed as she squeezed her tit through her t-shirt. Then she twisted carefully on the couch to unfasten her jeans, so she could get her right hand down into them. I couldn't believe I was standing over this sexy, beautiful girl stroking my cock while she was playing with herself and we were listening to the others messing around in the other room.
I was trying to think of my next move, when Mindy took her left hand away from her breast and ran her fingertips up my thigh. I felt her hand gently touch mine and then caress the head of my cock. I watched the expression of pure lust and arousal on Mindy's face while feeling her explore the head of my cock and then my balls with her cool fingertips. Her hand closed over mine as I slowly stroked myself. Very slowly I took my hand away and let her continue to milk it.