Three Little Words

Oh, yeah? my penis said. Well, this “good thing” wants to come.

Preferably inside someone. Christy, Wren, the sunglasses girl, I don’t care.

You’re supposed to be picky, remember?

I just want some pussy! Is that too much to ask?

All in good time, my friend.

Some friend you are, he grumbled.

You want a hand or not? I shot back.

Fine. Gimme the hand.

I suppressed a chuckle and started stroking again. I wanted to hold off until Wren was ready to come, so I tried to pace myself. I was so preoccupied that I almost missed it. Christy did something and Wren went from simmer to boil in about fifteen seconds.

I moved toward Wren and stroked furiously. She cried out in surprise when the first blast of semen hit her nipple. It left a pearly trail down her breast and into the valley between them. Unfortunately, I didn’t have time to congratulate myself on my aim. I spurted again, thicker and stronger than the first. I swayed from the intensity of it and gave up trying to aim the rest.

I barely finished shooting before Wren arched her back and groaned. Her whole body strained as the orgasm held her in its grip, until she finally fell back and panted from the force of it.

Christy crawled forward and stretched toward me. She captured the tip of my cock and sucked out the last trickle of semen. Then she returned her

attention to Wren. She held her hair out of the way and began licking up the drops. Wren’s breathing had almost returned to normal by the time Christy finished, but instead of stopping, she knelt between her legs again.

Wren ran her fingers through Christy’s hair and closed her eyes. I sat back and watched Christy bring her to the point of orgasm twice before she let her cool down. Wren gasped and shuddered when she did it the third time.

Each had been a mini-climax, the prelude to a volcanic eruption that was coming.

The fourth time did it for her, and Christy didn’t stop when Wren reached the point of no return. She arched her back with pleasure so intense that she didn’t even cry out. Her mouth fell open in a silent scream that made the tendons in her neck stand out. After half a minute she finally went limp, and her chest heaved as she caught her breath.

Christy crawled from between Wren’s thighs and flopped to the bed between us. Her skin was flushed from arousal and covered with a thin sheen of sweat, in spite of the cool air. I walked my fingers up her stomach and teased one of her dark nipples. She smiled up at me, languid and content.

Wren was still catching her breath, but she laced her fingers through Christy’s and squeezed. “What time is it?” she finally asked.

“Almost midnight,” I said.

“Yeah, I’d better go.”

Christy nodded and rolled toward her. They kissed several times, soft and affectionate.

“I think I missed this the most,” Wren said.

“Me too.”

“And if I have to share you with someone, at least it’s Paul. It took you long enough to figure it out, though. You’re a stubborn thing.”

“How was I supposed to know I’d found the two people in the world who want to share me?”

Wren rolled her eyes but gave her a forgiving smile. Then she glanced at me. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

“No, not just for tonight. For Trip, for Christy, for camp, for everything.”

“Ah. In that case, you’re very welcome. But really, it’s my pleasure.”

“It is his pleasure,” Christy said. “I make sure of it.”

“I bet you do. And I can’t wait till you’re ready for everything.”

“It’ll happen. And if you’re really nice to me, I might let you have him

after.”

Wren laughed and sat up. “I can wait.”

Christy and I shared a doubtful look.

“I can! God, you two are just alike.” She rolled her eyes but wasn’t really upset. “Now I really should go. Thank you for a wonderful evening, my love.”

“No, thank you.”

“You too,” she said to me. “Next time I’ll take care of you better.”

“Christy takes good care of me, don’t worry.”

“I do,” she said cheerfully. “It’s all I do, morning, noon, and night.”

Wren laughed and shook her head in disbelief. Then she grinned at me.

“Told you she isn’t a goody-goody.”

“I know. You were right all along,” I said in a practiced monotone. “I should’ve listened. I was an idiot.”

“Okay. As long as you admit it.” She picked up her towel and sighed. “I hate to leave, but…”

“It’s okay,” Christy said. “We’ll see you in the morning.”

“See you in the morning.” She blew a kiss and closed the door behind her.

Christy turned toward me and wormed her way into my arms with a squeak of contentment. “Thank you.”

“You’re very, very welcome.”

“Of course, now I’m—”

“Hungry?”

“Starving.”

“Then let’s get you something to eat. And afterward, I have a sleeping draft for you.”

“White and creamy? My favorite kind.”