Twos Company Threes An Orgy

"What are you smiling like a doofus for?" my friend Jasmine asked.

I looked up from my phone. "Huh? Nothing, no reason," I said, putting my phone face down on my bed.

"OK, so this Odysseus guy is a real dick, right? Can we all agree on that?" my friend Courtney asked as she scribbled notes into her binder.

"What are you talking about? He's the hero of the story," Jasmine said.

"Hero? How is he the hero? He pretends to sleep while his army gets murdered by a raging cyclops. Like, wake everyone up and fight back, don't just sit there and let them die."

My phone buzzed. I picked it up and read the text message.

Jasmine let out an exasperated sigh. "He was playing possum because the cyclops locked his army in the cave with a giant boulder and Odysseus knew that only the cyclops could move it again. If he woke his army to kill the cyclops then... there goes Hailey smiling at her phone like an idiot again. Did you get a boyfriend on not tell us?"

I put my phone down. "What? No, sorry, I'm listening."

"What were we just talking about?" Jasmine asked.

"Odysseus being a dick," I said.

"See? Hailey agrees with me," Courtney said.

"Nooo, she hasn't been listening and probably didn't bother to read the homework either. What's gotten into you?"

My hunky black neighbor. Twice now

. "Nothing," I said.

"I can tell when you're lying and you're definitely lying. Plus, you never smile at your phone, you only brood at it," Courtney said.

I rolled my eyes. "Ugh, fiiine, I was texting Mr. Chapman," I admitted.

"Mr. Chapman?" Jasmine asked, furrowing her eyebrow. Her eyes widened. "You got hunky black guy's number?!" she shouted.

"Shhh! Not so loud!" I hissed. "Yes, we exchanged numbers last week."

"What the hell Hailey, why have we not been part of this?" Courtney asked, standing up from my desk in the corner and jumping on to the bed to look over my shoulder. I turned the screen off on my phone. "Oh come on, show us," she whined.

"It's not even anything exciting," I said.

"Then show us!" Courtney insisted.

"I asked what his favorite ice cream was and he said vanilla with strawberries."

"Is that supposed to be a euphemism for your pale ass and red hair?" Courtney asked.

"What? No! I don't think so."

"What did you say your favorite ice cream was?" Jasmine asked.

"Chocolate and hot fudge."

"You two are gross. Do you do butt stuff?" Jasmine asked.

"WHAT?! No, I like chocolate ice cream! That's literally all I ever order!"

"Yeeeah, riiight," Courtney said.

"Oh my god, this is why I didn't involve you two. I've been having perfectly normal text conversations with this man all week and the second you find out it becomes about butt stuff."

"I actually like anal too, I'm not judging," Courtney said.

"NO ONE IS TALKING ABOUT ANAL!" I laughed.

My phone buzzed again.

Courtney snatched my phone and tried to read the text. "Ugh, who uses face locking?" she groaned, trying to hold the camera up to my face.

I put one hand over my face and held out the other for her to give my phone back. She plopped it in my hand and I unlocked it to read the text. I frowned.

"What is it?" Jasmine asked.

"He wants to know if I wanna get ice cream. Like, now."

"So go!" Courtney said. Jasmine nodded.

"No, I can't leave you guys. We have to finish this assignment anyways."

"Ask if we can go with," Courtney suggested.

"I don't know if that's a good idea," I said.

"Why not? I'd love to meet him," Jasmine said.

"Me too!" Courtney added.

"I don't know if he wants to meet either of you," I laughed.

"Bitch!" Courtney laughed.

"Just ask him," Jasmine said. I looked into both of their eyes.

"Promise to behave?" I asked. They both nodded emphatically. I sighed and sent him the text. A moment later he responded.

"Well? What did he say?" Courtney asked.

"He says come on over."

Courtney and Jasmine got excited and immediately my anxiety levels shot through the roof. I still didn't know Mr. Chapman very well. I didn't even know his first name, but now I was bringing my friends to his place for ice cream. All of our interactions have been sexual in nature, apart from the texting we've been doing over the past week.

I had learned a lot about him in that time. I learned he liked dogs and cats equally, though I was firmly a dog person. I learned he hated most cop shows on TV because they were never accurate. I asked if he liked Brooklyn 99 and he said he'd never tried it, so my plan was to introduce him to it soon. I learned his mother was a successful lawyer and his father was a plastic surgeon.

Tragically, they both died in a car accident when he was twenty. They left him a sizable sum of money that he invested in ways that allowed him to afford his lifestyle even on a cop's salary. I learned that he ran track in High School but wanted to play football except he wasn't coordinated enough. I knew a lot of mundane details about him now. The only reason I didn't know his name was because I was too afraid to ask.

The three of us touched up our makeup, grabbed our jackets and went downstairs. Mr. Chapman's house was next door, but we had to help sell our cover story. My mom and dad were watching TV in the living room as we put our shoes on.

"Where are you three off to?" my mom asked.

"We're gonna walk to Seven Eleven and pick up some ice cream," I said as I opened the door to usher Courtney and Jasmine out.

"Bring me back some Chunky Monkey?" my dad asked.

"Sure. Anything for you mom?"

"No, I'm good. You three have fun and be safe," she said. I left the house and shut the door behind me.

The three of us walked down the sidewalk toward Mr. Chapman's house. His lights were on and a black Lincoln was parked in his drive way. I glanced back at my house, checking the windows to make sure neither of my parents were peering outside for some reason. Once I had confirmed the coast was clear, we turned up Mr. Chapman's sidewalk and rang the doorbell.

He opened the door and smiled at us. "Hello ladies, it's nice to finally meet you all," he said, pushing out his hand.

"Courtney, Jasmine, this is Officer Chapman," I said.

"You don't have to call me that when I'm not on duty," he smiled.

Courtney shook his hand and Jasmine waved from behind me.

"I've heard a lot about both of you, it's nice to put a face to the names. Please, come in," he said.

The three of us walked in and kicked off our shoes. Courtney and Jasmine both gawked at how nice his house was.

"Miss Hailey, good to see you again," he said, putting his arm around me for a hug. As we separated his face lingered next to mine, like he wanted to kiss me. He glanced over at Courtney and Jasmine as they took off their shoes and decided not to. Too early in our relationship, I suppose. If you could call casual sex and a little bit of texting a relationship.

"Go make yourselves comfortable in the living room and I'll be right there," Mr. Chapman said before heading toward the kitchen.

Courtney turned to Jasmine and mouthed 'Miss Hailey' before covering her mouth in mock surprise. Jasmine put both of her hands to her cheeks and formed her lips into an 'O'. I smacked both of them on the shoulders, trying not to laugh as I lead the way into the living room. I sat down on the big black couch with Courtney and Jasmine on either side of me.

Mr. Chapman came back from the kitchen rolling a drink cart with bowls, spoons, two buckets of ice cream (vanilla and chocolate) and a whole smattering of toppings. Fresh fruit, sprinkles, chocolate and caramel sauce, two different kinds of cookies, you name it. He really went for it.

"Who would like to scoop first?" he asked with a smile. I smiled back. He was such a sweetheart sometimes. And he could bang me into a coma. Find me a more perfect man.

"Can we see your dick?" Courtney asked.

"Courtney, what the hell!" I hissed, smacking her shoulder and turning ten different shades of red as Mr. Chapman's eyes widened.

"What? Your parents think we're getting ice cream," Courtney said.

"We

are

getting ice cream!" I said, pointing to the beautiful cart of ice cream in front of us.

"I think she means we don't have much time," Jasmine chimed in.

"They think we're walking to Seven Eleven, we have, like, an hour!" I said. I faced Mr. Chapman. "I am

sooo

sorry my friends are being this rude, I will never bring them again. We're leaving."

He let out a long belly laugh. "Hailey, it's all right, I'm not offended. Surprised maybe, but not offended."

"Sooo... does that mean we can see it?" Courtney asked.

"Jesus Christ," I mumbled, burying my face in my hands and trying to disappear from planet Earth.

Jasmine got up and started to make herself a bowl of ice cream. Mr. Chapman looked between the three of us, an anxious smirk on his face. "Well, as I'm sure Hailey has told you, she and I are... well, kind of an item. I think. I hope?" he asked, looking to me. I smiled and nodded at him. "So since we're an item, it's up to her if she's comfortable with that or not."

"Up to me?" I gulped.

"Yeah. Like I said when we first met, a lot of people are curious about it. Even guys. I don't mind showing it off, in a private setting of course, but if I'm... attached, then it's not completely up to me to share," he said.

Why was he leaving it up to me? Was it because he wanted them to see, but didn't want me to be upset about it? Was he trying to give me a chance to brag? To claim ownership of him? Or was he just genuinely cool with showing off his massive dong but didn't want me to get jealous?

"Oh c'mon Hailey, if it's as big as you say then I

have

to at least see it!" Courtney pleaded.

Jasmine sat down and started eating her vanilla sundae with sprinkles. I stared at her to get her attention. She shrugged at me. "I wouldn't mind having a look," she said.

I looked at Mr. Chapman. He gave me a reassuring smile. "Up to you," he said.

I considered my options. If I let them see his cock then at the very least Courtney would shut up about it, Jasmine wouldn't feel left out, and I'd be off the hook for all their nagging. They'd know what my boyfrie... was he my

boyfriend

? I guess he was more of a lover at the moment. They'd know what my lover's dick looked like, but so what? Would that really be the end of the world? It's not like he had anything to be ashamed of, his dick was glorious. That's probably why he had the confidence to show it off in the first place.

"Yeah, sure, why not," I said.

Courtney squealed in excitement and scooted herself to the edge of the couch cushion. Jasmine kept eating her ice cream as if nothing had changed.

"Do we at least want to enjoy our ice cream first?" Mr. Chapman asked.

"Nope, whip it out," Courtney said, twirling her finger. I rolled my eyes and stood up to make myself a bowl of chocolate ice cream with chocolate sauce. I had already seen it (and felt it, and sucked it, and been home to it) so there wasn't much for me to experience. I decided I'd add Oreo crumbles to my sundae too, for giggles.

"All right, if you say so," Mr. Chapman said. He stepped around the ice cream cart and toward the couch, a little more than an arm's length away from Courtney. He was wearing loose fitting flannel pants and a t-shirt, comfy home attire. He hooked his thumb inside the waistband of his pants and slowly pulled it down, reaching in with his other hand to lift his massive cock out and plopping the whole kit and caboodle over his waistband for them to see.

Jasmine dropped her spoon into her bowl.

"Shut. Up," Courtney said.

"Satisfied?" I asked, squirting a dollop of whipped cream on my sundae and sitting next to Jasmine to eat it.

They both stared in awe, jaws agape, taking it in. Mr. Chapman watched their faces with amusement. He swayed his hips back and forth slightly to let his cock swing a little. Even soft it was impressive as hell. I remembered what was going through my head the first time I saw it, so I knew exactly what they were thinking.

"You said you could deepthroat this thing?" Jasmine asked.

"Oh my god, do either of you have any tact?" I blushed. He probably didn't care, but now Mr. Chapman knew exactly how much I had told them about. "That's right," I said, eating a spoonful of my ice cream.

"Liar," Courtney said, leaning forward to get a better look at it.

"I watched her do it, she ain't lying," Mr. Chapman said.

"There is no world in which

that

fits anywhere inside little Miss Hailey," Courtney said.

"I assure you, it does," he said, looking to me awkwardly.

"I've sucked

a lot

of dicks and I don't think even I could handle that," Courtney said. She furrowed her eyebrows. "That came out wrong."

"Maybe Hailey's got a better gag reflex than you. Or would that be a worse gag reflex?" Jasmine asked, still eating her ice cream.

"I'm telling you, she can," Mr. Chapman said, still trying to defend me.

"Oh yeah? Prove it," Courtney said.

"Prove it?" I asked.

"Yes, prove it. Deepthroat him right now."

"I'm not gonna deepthroat him in front of you guys!"

"Why not?"

"Because it's weird!" I said. Not only was it weird, but if he got hard I wasn't entirely sure I

could

deepthroat him, and I sure as hell didn't want Courtney to have an I-told-you-so she could wave in my face. Jasmine's eyes went back and forth between us like she was watching a ping pong match.

"Because it's weird, or because you can't do it?" Courtney asked, folding her arms and looking down her nose at me smugly.

"Because it's weird!" I insisted.

"Uh huh, suuuure."

I love Courtney to pieces, and I would do just about anything for her, but sometimes she really pissed me off. "Fine, you wanna see me suck his dick? Come here," I barked, waving my hand at Mr. Chapman. His posture tensed and his eyes widened. "Come!" I barked again.

Mr. Chapman stepped passed Courtney and to me. I reached around and grabbed him by the butt to pull him closer, then with my other hand I lifted his heavy shaft and opened my mouth. I stuck out my tongue and licked a quick circle around his tip before wrapping my lips around it and sucking gently on him while crawling my lips down his shaft. He immediately began to harden in my mouth.

I tilted my head to look Courtney in the eyes as I kept opening my lips to get deeper on him, then closed my lip around to suck gently, over and over till he hit the back of my throat. I held him there and tried to suck passed it to shut Courtney up, but my gag reflex kicked in and my eyes began to water. I slid my face up his thickening shaft and blinked away the tears, bobbing up and down a few times to catch my breath.

"That doesn't count, it wasn't all the way," Courtney said.

"Hm aht fimished," I said, keeping his cock in my mouth as I spoke. Mr. Chapman moaned. The vibrations in my throat must have felt nice. He was getting harder. Before long I most definitely wouldn't be able to fit him down my throat, so I had to act fast. I licked a circle around his tip and slowly pushed my face back down. I felt my lover's hand brush through my bright red hair as I took him to the back of my throat once again.

I held him against the back of my throat and tried to focus. Last time I just needed to relax. I wiggled my tongue on the belly of his cock and then relaxed my throat. The tickle in my throat that threatened to make me gag lessened. I pushed my face forward and the gagging sensation came on fast. My throat constricted around his shaft and he moaned again. I pulled up just enough to catch my breath, then slowly used my lips to pull my face back down, determined to get all of him in there.

He could sense my determination. I felt his body shift as I tried to change angles slightly to help his shaft slide down my throat. I felt a subtle, encouraging pressure on the back of my head from his hand. "See? I knew you couldn't do it. I don't even think I could," Courtney said. With that I pushed. I felt my throat want to gag and squeeze Mr. Chapman's massive black cock out of my throat, but I persisted. I relaxed my throat, held my breath, and pushed passed that stubborn barrier deep inside me.

Slowly, inch by inch, I crept down him. Once my nose brushed his pelvis I knew I made it, but I wanted to prove a point. Onward I went, pushing him deeper into my throat until his heavy, swollen balls rested on my chin. I didn't stop there. My nose flattened and my chin lifted his balls as I pressed forward, taking more of him into my mouth than I ever had before. To top it off, I wiggled my tongue out and tickled his balls with it before I deemed myself finished. I held it for a second, then slid up his entire, almost hard length to catch my breath.

"Told you," Mr. Chapman said to Courtney, slightly out of breath.

Both Courtney and Jasmine stared at me, awestruck as Mr. Chapman's long shaft slipped out of my mouth like I was a sword swallower. I licked my lips and rubbed my eyes before flashing Courtney a patronizing grin.

Maybe that'll shut you up.

"Let me try," Courtney said, already scooting herself to the edge of the couch.

"Excuse me?" I asked.

"If you can do it then I can do it, let me try!"

"What?! He's my boyf..." I caught myself before finishing. I wasn't sure what Mr. Chapman considered our relationship and didn't want to be presumptuous, "friend. He's my friend, you can't just put his dick in your mouth."

"Oh come on, we shook hands, we're all

friends

now. Just let me try!"

"My god Courtney you're completely shameless. Jasmine, can you back me up here?"

"I kinda wanna try too," Jasmine said sheepishly.

I looked back and forth between them. "I can't believe you two," I said, shaking my head.

"What do you think Mr. Chapman? Would you mind if Jasmine and I tried to deepthroat you?" Courtney asked. All three of us looked up at him. His eyes widened.

"I'm gonna leave that up to Miss Hailey, whatever she's comfortable with," he said.

I looked back and forth between the three of them. Was he leaving it up to me because he wanted them to try but didn't want to upset me? Of course he did, what guy wouldn't want three cute girls to blow him. Or was he putting the ball in my court to see if I'd be into it? Maybe was he just giving me the opportunity to shut them down myself? Whatever his motives, the offer was in the air. Jasmine would probably respect any boundaries I established but I wasn't confident Courtney would.

Perhaps I should take this as a hint that maybe she's not the best friend, but I wouldn't put it passed her to come over here on her own and try to seduce him. Since he and I weren't

technically

dating maybe he'd go for it. Maybe he'd turn her around at the door, but I couldn't say with any certainty. But if I let her try and she failed maybe she'd shut up and leave us alone. If she tried and succeeded she'd probably leave us alone as well, since she had already proved herself and satisfied her curiosity.

"Fine," I said, sliding my hand up and down his shaft to make sure he stayed hard. "But whether you can deepthroat him or not you have to quit making fun of me and promise not to disturb Mr. Chapman with any of your nonsense."

Jasmine quickly nodded. Courtney scoffed. "Nonsense? What nonsense?"

"I don't know, just no nonsense!" I said, shaking a finger at her.

Courtney raised her right hand. "I promise to be nonsense free, whether or not I can deepthroat him."

Meanwhile, Mr. Chapman stayed silent, enjoying the feeling of my hand sliding up and down his shaft. I felt he was fully hard now and was pretty sure neither Courtney or Jasmine would have a snowball's chance in hell of fitting him in their mouths. I barely could, and I've had practice.