Consciousness of time was momentarily forgotten. Paula, with eyes closed, relaxed on the couch, the memory of her last sexual encounter replaying in all its detail. The light fragrance of his aftershave and deodorant. His firm, stocky body, strong hands, full biceps . . . the dreaminess in his eyes. The taste of his kisses and the salt on his body. And firmness: everywhere they came in contact she felt the tautness of his body. The easygoing tempo of their lovemaking. Then the rapid increase of speed, the frenzy of passion, the deliberate, desperate final kiss . . .
The doorbell rang.
Paula's memories evaporated in a cloud of confusion. How long had she been sitting there? When did her hand move down to her crotch, and would she have rubbed herself to an orgasm? Probably. Was there a wet spot down there (Yes!), and could the person at the door see it? Probably not. Was she flushed and breathing hard? Yes and yes. She took a couple breaths and shouted, "Just a second." On inspiration she ran to the bathroom and grabbed a towel and wrapped it around her neck to look like she'd just been exercising . . . though her clothes weren't exercise clothes. Maybe he (or she) wouldn't notice.
She opened the door: it was a she, probably a college student. She held level the insulated bag holding the pizza that Paula had ordered. Because of Paula's recent sexual stimulation the thought flashed through her brain of inviting the girl in and assaulting her - - well, not as in 'against her will,' but as in coming on strong and finding a willing partner with whom to find sexual release. But this was a complete stranger who may or may not be interested in women, and who may or may not have some disease, who might not be discreet. And besides, Paula's friend was coming over soon. She grabbed her wallet which she's left on the hall table and paid for the pizza, including a reasonable tip. She did catch the girl furtively looking at her breasts, and while she wore a nicely full D-cup it occurred to her that her nipples hadn't subsided from their recent engorgement. The thought brought a quick burst of pleasant sensation as she fleetingly felt the pressure of her nipples against her shirt. She caught the name of the girl from her nametag and used it as she thanked her and said good bye.
Paula closed the door and leaned her back against it, closing her eyes. She felt disoriented from the intense emotional and physical oscillation of the last couple minutes. She opened her eyes and saw that her hands holding the pizza had begun to droop as her mind wandered. Cleaning a pizza off the carpet and figuring out another meal in a hurry were not high on her to-do list right now, so she walked the pizza to the kitchen and set it in the oven to keep warm.
Paula was 5'6" with shoulder length wavy brunette hair. Like her friends, Diana and Anna, she kept in shape. While the light-complected Diana did most of her exercise in home on the elliptical, Paula enjoyed jogging outdoors and taking in the sun at the same time. It wasn't a surprise that she had the darkest tan of the three of them. And occasionally tanning nude on the back patio didn't hurt either.
Diana was taller and a couple years older that Paula . . . and she couldn't make it this evening. She was a natural leader, generally reserved and collected. But the night the three of them became lovers she saw Diana with her hair down, and found her to be a very sensual - - and beautiful - - companion.
Tonight just Anna was coming over. Anna was the shortest and youngest of the three. She had the cutest petite figure, with pert little breasts. And it also turned out she was a real firebrand in bed. That girl had more energy than Paula would have thought - - kind of like an energizer bunny that kept on going: it was hard to get her stopped, not that anyone wanted to stop her. Paula grinned slyly as she thought about trying to tire out her friend.
Paula headed down the hall shedding clothes as she went; she still had a few minutes before Anna was supposed to arrive. Her panties and shorts went straight in the laundry basket. Her shirt . . . yeah, it had gotten kind of wrinkled so it joined the others. No bra tonight. Oh, that might also have been what the delivery driver noticed. Naked, she entered the bathroom and dampened a washcloth. Out of curiosity she felt with her fingers first and found some of the remaining moisture which she dragged up to her clit - - oh, that felt good. She opened her eyes and looked at herself in the mirror and found that she'd already bent over the counter supporting her weight with her other hand. 'Focus, Paula,' she thought as she stood back up and rubbed her groin with the washcloth, maybe a little more than was necessary. She rinsed the washcloth, hung it on the rack to dry and headed back to the bedroom.
First her top - - had to give herself a couple more seconds to dry down below. Hmmm, something tight. White would be hot - - maybe a little too hot and revealing. Red or black would cover a little better. Nah, Anna would appreciate a good show and they'd both be turned on seeing her boobs through the white shirt: white and tight it is. A matching white thong would do well. On second thought why not forego the panties - - they'd just get in the way later. Cutoff blue jean shorts to finish things off: they would show off her legs perfectly.
Paula headed back the short hall and heard firm knocking on the door. Is it that time already? She checked her cell phone - - close enough, what do you know. She skipped over to the door, briefly checking through the peep hole to confirm it was Anna. She opened the door quickly and welcomed her friend. Anna stepped right in and gave Paula a peck on the cheek as Paula closed the door. Anna said, "Well, look at you! I mean, I know I've got only one thing on my mind, but if I had anything else on my mind, it wouldn't have a chance after seeing you!"
"Thank you, darling, and you look just as lovely as ever," Paula replied, and she meant it. Anna wore a colorful, flowery sundress that fell agreeably over her little body. She was very pleasing to the eye. "Come here," Paula continued as she held out her arms for a hug. Anna flowed easily into her arms and the two friends squeezed each other firmly for a few moments.
Anna reveled in the feel of her friend's full chest pressed against her. She lifted her head to give Paula a kiss on the lips, which Paula evidently was just as willing to share. Their mutual desire for each other was unmistakable from the way in which the pressing lips soon parted and tongues quickly began flicking back and forth. Paula ran a hand down Anna's back to rest on her tight butt which she pulled closer to her as she squeezed her own groin in towards her friend. Their feet began moving as though in a dance, swaying back and forth, their bodies turning a slow circle. Anna had one hand on the back of Paula's head, pulling it down toward her as though defying her to break off the kiss. Her other hand mimicked her friend, grabbing and squeezing the full butt through the blue jean bottoms.
All of Paula's plans would have flown out the window right then if they hadn't been interrupted by electronic tones. For both of them the sound seemed far off. Anna recovered first, loosening her grip, and pulling reluctantly away from their passionate kiss. Paula's eyes expressed bewilderment until Anna broke the silence. "Our cell phones went off." Understanding, then embarrassment, dawned on Paula's face as she reached into a tight pocket to pull out her cell phone. Anna was bending down and picking up her little purse from where she'd dropped it on the floor.
Paula said, "It's a text from Diana."
Anna continued, "Have fun you two!" She burst out laughing, and Paula immediately joined in.
Paula looked at her friend in a daze: embarrassment, lust, bewilderment all crowded her mind. She finally realized that as host she ought to say or do something. The fog finally began clearing from her head and she gave it a little shake as she purposefully smiled at her friend and cleared her throat. "Wow. It's so good to have you here. Um. Let's go to the kitchen. The pizza delivery girl was just here - - you like pizza with everything on it right?"
Anna followed her friend to the next room and sat down on the indicated bar stool as Paula pulled the pizza from the oven. Plates and napkins and drinks were produced and soon they were chatting away, the intense physical desire for each other hiding just beneath the surface of their conversation. Paula just couldn't get sex out of her brain so it was no wonder that the conversation tended that direction.
Paula described the evening she'd had with her recent boyfriend, the night that Anna and Diana had spent without her. She described in detail his physical attributes, his sexual style, ability and the activities they engaged in. Anna listened attentively, occasionally prompting for additional detail. He probably wasn't someone Paula would be interested in long-term, and she thought the feeling was mutual, but for pure physical enjoyment it was likely that they'd get together again sometime. She told Anna that she thought that she'd like him. On impulse she asked Anna if she'd like to fuck him.
Anna was nonplussed over the unexpected question, but before she could answer Paula was already racing forward. "I wonder what it would be like if we both screwed him at the same time? Would you prefer to screw him by yourself before doing a threesome, or just jump right in? I've never done a threesome before . . . uh, not with a guy I mean." They both chuckled remembering the night the three friends first engaged in sex together. "I never talked to him about it, but I wonder if it would be better to prepare him for it ahead of time, or just surprise him with you being there? Most guys seem to fantasize about threesomes with women. You're so cute I know there's no way he could resist you."
