Nights at Jack's were always fun. Lots of booze, great coke, and a lot of making out. The evening always ended with him going down on me. I was single and in my twenties so it was harmless and hot, and every couple of weeks, it was something I needed. Tonight, we decided to pop up to his friend's apartment in the same building. I'd met Dan a few times. He was Jack's age—mid-forties—but looked a bit older. I didn't find him overly sexy, but he was cute and fun and always threw great parties. After Jack made me a vodka on the rocks, we all did a few lines of coke and found ourselves in need of some excitement.
Plus, I wanted a girlfriend there to laugh with about how cheesy Dan looked in his velour robe. "Let's call Lisa," I said. Lisa was a lesbian who had made her way to our group by way of her ex-girlfriend, Sharon. Sharon loved Lisa for one reason: her money. But when a guy came along who had even more, Sharon decided she didn't really want to be in a relationship with a girl after all and left her without so much as a goodbye. We got the better end of the deal. Lisa was eight kinds of cool, and impossible not to have fun with. I'd never been with a woman, but I found myself more and more attracted to her every time I saw her. Maybe tonight I'd find out if she was attracted to me, too.
Half an hour later, Lisa was at the door, in the mood to party. She looked adorable. Her tanned skin was glowing from the Miami heat, and her shoulder-length dark hair all tousled from the ride over in her convertible. She had a tough girl look about her until she smiled. Then she just looked slightly mischievous and very, very cute.
We sat down on Dan's groovy white sectional, Lisa within inches of me on my right, and Jack on my left, slyly moving his fingers up the back of my white tank top, unbeknownst to her. Dan saw. He was eyeing us closely as he swirled his drink. I stared at his crotch, wondering if seeing Jack touching me was making him hard. Apparently so. He adjusted himself and winked at me, knowing what I was up to.
"Let's play some cards," said Jack, pulling me closer to him by my waist. I smirked at Lisa and took a sip of my drink.
It didn't take long for my skirt, top and bra to be off. I was never very good at poker and I was certainly no match against two guys who had a weekly game. I leaned back with my cards, looking down and noticing that you could see right through my white cotton panties. After Jack folded his cards and took off a mere sock—I think he'd prepared for the game by putting on way more clothes than the rest of us had—he held his drink above one of my breasts and we waited for a drop of condensation to fall. I shivered when it did, turned on at the thought of Dan and Lisa watching. I looked up at Lisa and she smiled as she took off her own top. She wore a white lace bra, beautiful against her tanned skin. One strap fell and I felt short of breath, hoping she'd lose the next hand so I could see more. She did. She didn't take her eyes off me as she reached back to unclasp her bra. Her breasts were gorgeous. On the small side, but so perfectly shaped. Her nipples were dark, so different than my own rose-colored ones, which were now stiff, thanks in part to the air conditioning, but mostly because I was so turned on by the sight of her.
A couple more hands of Texas Hold 'em and Lisa and I were completely nude. The game was quickly put aside for a second round of drinks. Lisa and I stood up and she spooned out some of Jack's coke with her pinky and held it to my nose. I held her forearm between my breasts and sniffed it in.
"Wanna go in the hot tub?" I asked, licking the rest of the coke off her finger, dying to kiss her beautiful lips.
We walked onto Dan's balcony, clinking out drinks and laughing at the guys, who were staring at us with stars in their eyes. I held her hand as she stepped into the warm water. The temperature was perfect, not too hot. After easing myself in, I sat opposite her and felt the water bubble against my chest as I tied my long hair into a knot. The guys weren't far behind us. Jack climbed in next to me and immediately began rubbing my thigh. I ached for his fingers to move higher, but loved the anticipation even more. Lisa could see that I was turned on. She reached down and found one of my feet, pulling it up beside her to massage it. Dan moved closer to me and kissed my neck. I bit my bottom lip, just dying for all their hands to be on me at once.
As Jack continued to stroke my thigh with one hand and touch himself with the other, Dan leaned down to kiss my tits, lifting both out of the water and flicking his tongue across my nipples. I wanted Lisa, though. She was kneading my calf now. I watched her face as I moved my foot inside her thigh, then closer to the dark patch between her legs. I wiggled my toes against her and watched her close her eyes as she held my foot closer and rubbed herself against it. She was as horny as I was. I whispered to Jack and he leaned over to bring her closer to me after kissing her neck and saying something to make her giggle. She glided her way toward me, her face just above the water, her hands quickly working their way up my legs.
