Alex finally invited me to his apartment. We started talking after class during the second week, and from then on I always wore the tightest clothing I had to those lectures. The first day he realized I was flirting with him, I had on pink athletic shorts and a yellow tank-top. I looked like a spring flower. I wanted him to crawl to me, like an insect, and lick the sweetness inside me. Just the thought of it made me wet.
I was tense during the drive to his apartment. I pressed my thighs together. At red lights, I would move a finger down and rub myself through my panties. I had on a rose-red dress and dark red lipstick. By the time I arrived, it was difficult to walk up the stairs to his door. I bit the inside of my lip and knocked.
I heard laughter.
Alex said, "Come in."
He wouldn't even come to the door for me? Part of me wanted to turn around and leave, but I was so wet from my fantasies. My panties were stuck to my vulva. I opened the door.
Kayla was there on the couch with him. Her dark fingers were wrapped around a clear glass of vodka, and her nails were painted a deep blue. A smile vanished from her lips, which were painted the color of midnight. On her wrist was a diamond bracelet, and she wore a matching choker. It was so tight that I wondered how she could breathe, but she acted as if it wasn't there. Her hair was done in an elaborate braid that looked like a crown on top of her head.
"Sorry, Chelsea," she said. "I didn't mean to interrupt you. I dropped in because I thought Alex would be alone tonight. I can see myself out."
She placed her glass on the table. There was still an inch of vodka left.
"No, you don't have to go yet. Right Chelsea? Just for a little while. At least finish your drink."
I smiled and nodded at the two of them. I sat down on the other side of Alex. He poured me a glass of vodka from an unmarked bottle, and I took a large sip, hoping to calm my nerves a little. It was too much at once. I felt my face burn, and I had to fight down a cough. I held the back of my hand to my mouth. No one said anything, but they had to have noticed. Kayla's eyes gleamed.
She sat behind me in our psych class and always tried and ruin everything I said. I dreamed of her almost as much as Alex. I usually imagined her naked, strapped to a four poster bed by lengths of heavy rope. In the dream, I took my panties off but left my dress on. I crawled over her body and straddled her face, her head disappearing inside my dress. I pressed my clitoris harder and harder into her tongue and felt each of her moans, progressively softer, until she gave up and laid back, licking my pussy like a dog.
"That sounds fun. What do you think, Chelsea?"
I was halfway through another sip of vodka. I almost spit it out in surprise.
"What was that?" I asked. "Sorry, I spaced out a little."
"That's fine," Alex said as he put his arm around me. "Kayla suggested that the two of you tag team me, since she was here looking for fun too."
"He's an awful lot for a girl to handle on her own," Kayla said. "Besides, you look cute tonight, and I want to see how you work."
I wanted to say no, but I couldn't. I didn't want Alex to think of me as the girl who ruined his chance at a threesome.
"It sounds fun," I said. "I haven't done anything like that in a while."
I tried to sound as if I was always ready for this kind of adventure, but Kayla saw right through it. She raised her glass.
"Cheers."
We all clinked our glasses and drained them. This time I couldn't hold it in. I turned my head from Alex and coughed into the back of my hand.
He pushed back the coffee table so there was space in front of him and said, "Ladies."
He sat back down, and we both knelt, side by side. I noticed for the first time how casually Alex was dressed. He wore a polo shirt and cargo shorts.
"Well, since I showed up uninvited, you should go first," Kayla said.
I looked up at Alex, and he nodded at me. I started to take off his shorts, thinking I would beat Kayla out of the gate. Maybe I could even make him come before she got a turn. My record was a minute and forty-five seconds. It was on a drunk frat boy, but I was still proud.
His cock fell out as I pulled his shorts down. It was already hard. It wasn't a particularly long cock, but it seemed thicker than most. His scrotum had tightened, and I could see the ridges of flesh. Normally I would start there and work slowly, but I wanted to make sure he came for me.
I cupped his balls in my hand and began to lick upward from the base of his shaft. I stared into his brown eyes until I reached the head of his penis. I went back down and did this three more times. Maybe it was the vodka, or my fantasies during the ride over, but my mouth seemed extra full of saliva. In no time he was glistening. I wrapped my lips around his head.
Alex moaned and leaned back into the couch.
I bobbed up and down quickly on the top of his cock. I massaged his balls with my fingertips. By the time I was a quarter of the way down his shaft, my jaw was starting to ache. I had to pull my upper lip down over my teeth to keep them off of it. I hadn't had to use that technique since I was a schoolgirl, a beginner. I reached deeper. His cock filled my throat, and my saliva fell down on to his balls. It stuck to my fingers.
My eyes were watering, and I was having trouble breathing. My nose was starting to run. This wasn't how it was supposed to be. I wanted him to beg to put his tongue inside me. In my cunt. In my ass. I wanted this cock thrusting into me, up to the hilt, until it burst.
"Would you mind if I had a turn?"
Alex looked up and put his hand on my head.
"Yeah, let's let Kayla have a turn."
I let his cock fall out of my mouth. It was dripping with my saliva. There was a ring of red lipstick halfway down. I wiped sweat from my brow with the back of my hand.
"Damn, Kayla, you were right. He's a lot."
I was trying to be a sport about it.
"I warned you. Here, let's see what I can manage."
She shuffled on her knees and I had to move off to the side.
She began with his head. Kayla stuck her tongue out and licked just the tip of it. She wrapped a hand around the base to hold it steady while she kept eye contact with him. With each lick, Alex leaned forward a little more, as if he were mesmerized. If he leaned any further, she wouldn't have any room to blow him or lick him. Was he going to fuck her right in front of me?
Then she kissed the head of his cock. The way her lips moved, they seemed to be pouring like water over a fall. I felt warmer then between my legs than I had all night. I knew I had to get involved, or she would have him.
"Here, let me help," I said.
I moved closer to Alex and Kayla. I pressed my body up against the other girl's. I started to lick his balls. Above me, Kayla was sliding down his shaft deeper and deeper. He put his hand on my head and ran his fingers through my hair. No doubt the other hand was on Kayla. I moaned. So did Alex.
He said, "I think it's her turn again, Kayla."
