I can't wait to see you tonight. I've been so horny for you. And I'm bringing a surprise...
I've been at half mast all day since receiving your text. We've been hooking up for the past month or so, and every time the sex has been out of this world. And every time you've wanted to see me, you've sent the same text.
I'm so horny for you...
But this is the first time you've mentioned a surprise. I wonder what it will be...
To keep myself distracted from thinking about our intense sex sessions (and obsessing over tonight), I clean my apartment. Then, about an hour before you're due to get here, I take a shower. I know you like it when I keep my balls shaved, so I take care of that at the same time. It's all I can do to keep from jerking off when I'm done. As I re-dress in a nice shirt and jeans (no underwear, another thing that turns you on), my cock is so hard I can barely stuff it in my pants. I can't wait for you to get here. I put on some R&B, which I know turns you on.
Right on time, there's a knock at my door. I open it and there you are, sexy as always, dressed in jeans and a plain red top and wearing your leather motorcycle jacket that I've told you makes you look incredibly hot. Your long hair flows free down your back, and you give me your killer smile that I love so much. You step forward and pull me into a kiss, pressing your body against mine. I wrap my arms around your waist and squeeze your ass, making you giggle into my mouth.
You break the kiss and step back, and I see the surprise: you aren't alone. Another long-legged blonde stands behind you, wearing a cute black skirt and striped top and a jacket similar to yours. Her bright blue eyes twinkle as she smiles at me in greeting, and my heart stops as I recognize her. Your friend Steff, whom I've seen in photos on your Facebook wall. I blink for a second, staring dumbly. Steff looks enough like you to be your sister, and I've definitely spent some nights fantasizing about fucking her and you at the same time. I step back and ask you both to come inside.
"I've bee telling Steff all about you," you say with a meaningful look as you step into my apartment, "and finally she said she'd heard enough and wanted to meet you. I figured you wouldn't have a problem with that."
"Not at all," I say, quickly regaining my composure. I hold out a hand to shake hers. "It's very nice to meet you."
She looks down at my outstretched hand and gives a small giggle. Stepping past it, she wraps her arms around my neck and gives me a quick kiss on the lips, then pulls me into a hug. "The pleasure's mine," she breathes into my ear. "I hope..."
The innuendo coming from both of you is a little silly, I think to myself; but there's no denying that my dick has been straining against my jeans since I saw that there were two of you. Whatever you and she want to happen tonight is okay by me. "How about a drink?" you suggest.
Normally when you come over, we have a quick drink and spend maybe five minutes making small talk, mostly catching up on our days, before we drain our glasses and start to make out. Although there was that one time that you started kissing me as soon as you came inside. I barely had time to shut the door before you were unzipping my pants to pull out my cock. I wonder if you've told Steff about that.
I tell the two of you to make yourselves comfortable while I pour us some wine in the kitchen. You shed your jackets on the floor by the door and sit on my sofa. I bring over our drinks and sit between you. The sexual tension is so thick in the air you could cut it with a knife, and I have to adjust myself as I sit down. This is ridiculous, I think as I look back and forth between you. You're sharing conspiratorial glances with each other and smiling behind your wine glasses. I feel like an idiot as I turn to you and say, "So what does 'all about me' mean?"
Steff answers. "Lori's told me how you met, how she offered to cook you dinner one night, and how you've been fucking her brains out ever since." She says it with such cool nonchalance that my erection wilts for a moment: I'm utterly taken aback and wondering if this was some sort of trap. I look to you for some kind of signal, and am relieved to see you smiling encouragement. I turn back to Steff. "And she's told me about the toe-curling orgasms she has with you." She puts her now-empty wineglass down and trails a hand up my leg toward my crotch. "She talks about you so enthusiastically I decided I wanted to see for myself what she's been talking about."
Despite myself I giggle, and wince at how semi-hysterical I sound. "I didn't think women really talked to each other about that stuff. Thought it was just an urban legend. Or movies."
You give a low laugh. "Some of us do," you say. You take my glass and set it down next to yours. I turn to look at you, and you place your hand on my cheek and pull me in for another, deeper kiss. As our tongues meet, I feel Steff's hand start to slowly rub up and down my thigh, stopping just short of my bulge. I feel her move closer to me on the sofa, so I break the kiss with you and look over to her. She mimics your gesture and brings her lips to mine.
Her tongue pushes its way into my mouth and she moans into our kiss. I reach a hand up to caress her face as we make out, and I hear you echo her moan as you watch us. Then I feel your hands pulling at my jeans, popping the button and sliding the zipper down. I squirm a little to make it easier for you to pull out my cock, and then I give a low moan as your mouth descends on my hardness. I thrust my hips into your face and my hand slides down to squeeze one of Steff's tits. She arches her back, pressing her breast into my palm. She pulls away and watches you going down on me. She bites her lip and squeezes her own breast with one hand. She reaches down and rests a hand on the back of your head as you suck my dick.
I love the way you go down on me. Your mouth always feels so good, warm and wet. And Steff is clearly enjoying the show, too. Her breathing gets faster as she watches your lips move up and down on my cock, following your hand. After a minute she slides down onto the floor so she can get a closer view. You turn your head slightly to make eye contact with her, and I feel you smile around my dick. You pull away, sucking hard; and when my dick pops out of your mouth you say, "You want a turn?"
Steff looks from your face to my cock, jutting up proudly, wet with her saliva. She smiles hungrily as she takes in my shaved length, then reaches forward and slides a hand up and down my shaft. I suck in a sharp breath at her touch, and she looks up to make eye contact with me. She gives a devilish smile and a wink, then leans forward and gives my cock a long, slow lick from the base to the tip. She runs her tongue around the head of my cock a few times before taking me into her mouth.
Steff's technique is remarkably similar to your own, although she does go a little faster than you. In the back of my mind I wonder briefly if blowjob styles and preferences is another thing you've talked about. She slides one hand along my shaft as her other one fondles my balls. I swallow hard and watch herβshe never breaks eye contact. I do, though, when I see you moving off the sofa to stand behind her.
Swaying your hips gently to the music, you pull off your shirt and remove your bra. I watch as you caress your breasts teasingly. You scoop up one breast and extend your tongue to lick your stiff nipple, then do the same to the other one. Then you unfasten your jeans. Watching your friend's head bobbing in my lap, you slide one hand into your pants while your other one plays with your tits. You bite your lip, and I'm again struck by how alike you and Steff are.