Mike and Brian are a couple of boys that I've known forever. Childhood friends from pre-school days right up until the present. I won't say the relationship was always easy as the boys were terrible teases and I was an easy target. On the other hand that meant that other boys weren't allowed to tease me, so it all balanced out.
As we grew the boys also taught me how to fight and how to do mechanical stuff. The first because they liked to wrestle and the second because they didn't like having to fix my bicycle. They figured that it was easier in the long run if they just taught me how to fix it when it broke.
We are all eighteen now but none of us had been romantically inclined where the three of us were concerned. Too much like flirting with a brother/sister, I guess.
On the current day we'd arranged to go swimming. Mike and Brian turned up at my house to find me with my bike disassembled while I was doing some repairs.
"Not my fault," I quickly explained. "The cogs in the back wheel broke. You know that they were cracked when someone went over some jumps." I didn't look at Brian when I said that. He knew who I meant. "I'd already got the replacement parts and was intending to install them sometime soon. Soon became today when the stupid things came apart."
"No worries," said Mike. "Stand back and we'll attend to it."
"No need," I said huffily. "I'm quite capable of putting the bits and pieces back together."
"Maybe, but we'll do it faster," Mike bragged.
"But not as carefully," I riposted. "I remember the last time you fixed a puncture."
"That was just bad luck. Could have happened to anyone. Come on. Push over and we'll get it done."
He tried to push me out of the way and that got my back up. I pushed back, insisting I would do it myself. Brian just stood back, laughing and goading the pair of us.
Things escalated until Mike and I were wrestling, both of us trying to move the other aside. What with one thing and another we finished up with each of us having a type of headlock on the other, holding the other still. This, I might add, was a loser for me because Mike would just muscle me out of the way.
That's when Brian got into the act.
"Um, Mike, just hold Hayley like that for a moment," he said.
Now we happened to be in the garage with the doors shut, so we were private, in a manner of speaking. Also, we were going swimming and I was dressed accordingly. Bikini, with a sloppy t-shirt, and a loose pair of baggy shorts. Because I was busy wrestling with Mike I hadn't noticed that my clothes were getting twisted about. Brian sure did.
What with one thing and another Mike was half on the ground with me bent over him, each of us trying to get a better grip on the other. My shorts were twisted to one side, the baggy leg stretched up, showing my thigh and my bikini. Not that it was showing much bikini as that had also been twisted and shifted, and what was showing was what was supposed to be under the bikini.
When Brian told Mike to just hold me still Mike did just that. He stopped trying to pull me around while getting away and just froze, holding me the way I was. The first I knew of the predicament I was in was when I sensed Brian kneeling behind me. This was rapidly followed by the feel of him pressing his cock against me, taking unconscionable advantage of the fact that I was exposed.
