Three Little Words

“Anyone else you want me to be happy with?” Christy said, half-sarcastic, half-serious.

“Just us. For now.”

“For now,” Wren agreed. “We’ll add more people later.”

“Oh my gosh, that’s what I’m afraid of!”

Wren grinned at me. “Don’t you love how she acts all pure and innocent?”

“I am all pure and innocent,” Christy squawked. “I’m not like you two.

You’re… depraved.”

“Says the girl who just had her first guy-girl threesome,” I said dryly.

Wren arched an eyebrow at her.

“Okay,” Christy admitted, “maybe I’m depraved too. But only ’cause you made me that way. I was pure and innocent before I met you.”

“Pure and innocent,” I mocked.

She glared back at me. “You know, sometimes I really don’t like you.”

“Don’t worry,” Wren said, “I’ll protect you from the mean man.”

“Oh, no, I’m not falling for that. You’re as bad as he is.”

“I am not!”

“Are too,” I said. “And speaking of which… Any chance this mean man can get his dick sucked?”

“Mmm, yes, please,” Christy said.

“I was talking to Wren,” I chuckled. “You go down on her while she sucks me.”

“Oh my gosh.”

“If it’s okay with you,” I finished. Then I asked Wren, “What do you say?

Are you up for it? I’ll come on your tits.”

“Oh, my,” Christy said, “he thinks it’s a good idea too.”

Wren laughed. “I love how she talks about your dick like it’s a real person.”

“He is a real person,” Christy said. “He talks to Paul all the time. Tells him what to do, even. Like now.”

“He’s simple like that,” Wren mocked.

“No, he’s really very complicated.”

“Oh he is, is he?”

“Mmm hmm. We have long conversations all the time.”

“I bet you do.”

“We do. He tells me all sorts of things. For instance, his favorite color is red.”

“Not pink?”

“No, Miss Dirty Mind. It’s red. And he’s partial to brunettes, which is kind of strange, seeing as how I’m blonde. He doesn’t like pubic hair, though, of any color. He’s very happy without his own, as a matter of fact.

Handsome, too.”

Wren arched an eyebrow in amusement, and I could see her wondering how far Christy was going to take it.

“He’s very tidy,” she continued. “He doesn’t make a mess unless I want him to. He likes to spend time in warm, wet places. I used to think he wasn’t picky, but now I realize he is. Very.”

“We’re still talking about Paul’s dick, aren’t we?”

“His penis, yes. He likes his proper name, although sometimes I call him Mr. Big. He especially likes that. I have plans to call him Mr. Good Thing, but I’m not sure when.”

I waited for Wren to figure it out and then explained when she didn’t.

“Good things come in small packages.”

“And she’s the ‘small package.’ Ah, okay.” She laughed. “She’s always been goofy about dicks. Excuse me, penises. Has she shown you her sketchbook yet?”

Christy froze.

“No,” I said. “And I haven’t mentioned it either. But we’ll probably talk about it when we get home.”

“I… don’t know what you’re talking about,” Christy lied.

“Right,” I deadpanned. Then I kissed her ear and said softly, “We’re going to have lots of discussions about penises. Peter’s, Simon’s, and the other three. Plus all the rest in your sketchbook.”

“A-all the rest?”

“Mmm hmm. But mostly mine. Long conversations.”

She swallowed hard.

“Right now, though, Wren needs to say a few words to Mr. Big.”

“Only if it’s all right with her,” Wren said.

“If I had to guess,” I told her, “she’s scared and excited. Scared because she’s never shared her boyfriend, but excited because she likes to watch.”

“You know me so well,” Christy said in a small voice.

“We do, my love.” Wren leaned forward and kissed her. “Now, do you mind if I suck your boyfriend’s dick?”

“I… don’t mind.”

“And will you eat my pussy?”

“Mmm, yes, please.”

I patted Christy’s hip. “Come on, Little Bit. Let her slide to the middle.

She can prop her head up and you can get between her legs.”

“Yes, sir.”

Wren slid into position and pulled Christy down for a kiss. “I love you.”

Christy shot me a nervous glance before she said, “I love you too.”

“For a while I thought I’d lost you,” Wren said.

“No. I didn’t like you for a while. That’s all. I still love you.”

“I’m glad.”

“Me too,” Christy said.

They kissed, tenderly at first, but with growing passion.

“Oh my God,” Wren said after, “you don’t know how much I’ve missed this, just feeling your body against mine.”

“Mmm, me too,” Christy said. “And I’ve missed these.” She cupped Wren’s breasts and captured a nipple. She sucked hard and released it with a little pop. Wren squirmed as she did the same to the other.

I sat back on my heels and jerked off slowly. The two girls were enjoying themselves in their own little world and I didn’t want to intrude.

Christy licked and sucked Wren’s nipples for a long time before she moved between her legs. She spread her pussy and teased her clit, and Wren moaned deep in her throat. Then Christy slid a hand between her own legs and started playing with herself. My imagination went into overdrive as I wondered what it would be like to fuck her from behind.

Good things come to those who wait, I reminded myself.