Sometimes it’s good to please yourself.
It’s a weird feeling, watching your boyfriend kissing someone else. Under normal circumstances I’d probably be marching right over and yanking her off his face by her hair. Or something. But these aren’t usual circumstances. I’m sitting on the floor at their feet and the two of them are wrapped up together on the sofa. I can only watch.
The kiss finishes and they both laugh. Nervous laughter. Patrick pats his lap, inviting me up to join them. I hesitate for a moment too long, and he’s pulling me up, kissing my mouth. And then he’s telling me to kiss Laura. That’s a strange moment. I think she’s as nervous as me.
She closes her eyes, but I don’t close mine. Can see her face as I tentatively kiss her lips once. Twice. She opens her mouth and her tongue flickers out. Feels nice. I do close my eyes then. Marvel at the softness of her lips. Her cheek against mine. So different to kissing Patrick, with his perpetual stubble.
Patrick’s impatient. Almost as soon as our kiss breaks, he helps me from his lap and stands up. He takes us each in hand and leads us up the stairs to our bedroom.
Getting undressed is strange. Patrick is half naked, having pulled off his T-shirt. Is already slipping down his jeans, tugging off his socks. Me and Laura stand there rather awkwardly, both looking at his hard-on. He smiles, lying back on the bed and stroking his rigid cock, eyes moving from one to the other of us. Looking rather expectant.
Laura and I look at each other. Smile rather nervously. She’s first to start undressing. I watch, riveted, as she pulls off her top and undoes her bra in one fluid motion. Her breasts are full, nipples pert. I think I lick my lips, following suit, pulling off my t-shirt, sliding down my jeans. Once I’m naked, she takes a step towards me. Lifts her fingers to my cheek and brushes back my hair. She kisses me, and I kiss her back. My arms slip about her waist, fingers playing over flesh so smooth and so soft, running down the curve of her backside. Her hand finds my breasts. Squeezes my nipple between her thumb and forefinger, fingers splaying so she can cup my breast. Smaller than hers, it fits neatly into her hand – but her hands feel small. Gentle.
Patrick coughs. Clearly wants some attention – the sound drags me from the trance I’ve been falling into. Laura and I go over to the bed, lie down each side of him. He kisses me first. Then her. Then as she kisses me, he’s pushing me by my shoulder down towards his cock. I get the message. I kiss his bulging head, have to smile as it twitches… then frown when Laura’s hand appears to grip him at the very base. But the frown soon melts away. I close my eyes, take him into my mouth and start to suck him with long, deep strokes, rubbing the tip of his manhood on the back of my throat. Laura’s body writhes against Patrick’s. I try to ignore whatever they are doing.
Her weight shifts, and suddenly her lips are on my cheek, kissing me. Her tongue is out, working over his cock, mingling with mine. But she doesn’t stop there. Her lips are back on me. On my neck. Moving down to my breasts. Her tongue flicking at my nipples. Sucking, licking, stroking, her mouth, her hands are all over me. She continues moving down and down, her hands insistent, rolling me onto my back and parting my thighs. Patrick says something, but I don’t catch it. The words are drowned out by a deep groan. My groan. Laura has started to kiss my clit.
Her tongue works over that most sensitive of areas, parting my lips and delving inside. Her tongue is hot, and her lips, her skin feel so soft against mine. Her hands run up my body, brushing over my stomach and moving up and up until she cups my breasts. Gently squeezing, kneading, rubbing my nipples.
My hips rise and fall, pressing my c**t against her hungry mouth, inviting her to taste me deeply. My hands lower to wrap fingers into her hair, pressing her down as my hips press up, smearing my juices all over her chin. With my back arching and my head pressing down into the mattress, I’ve almost forgotten about Patrick beside us. And he seems content to leave us alone for now. He might be saying something else, but again, I miss the words. I’m probably moaning too loudly….
I come. My hips jerk up and I push down hard on the back of Laura’s head. Her tongue is deep inside when my muscles start to spasm, and she’s sucking on my juices hungrily. I can hear her slurping. Her fingers pinch hard at my nipples and the groans that accompany my orgasm become squeals.
I grow still as wave after wave of exquisite pleasure ripples through me… then leaves me. I release the pressure on the back of Laura’s head, though my fingers stay wrapped tightly in her hair. I pull her up, tugging gently as she rises and guide her body over mine until she’s straddling me and our faces are level. We kiss again. I like my taste on her mouth. She’s wet all over with my thick excretions. I lick them off, diligently cleaning her, my hands unwinding from her hair and sliding up and down her body, feeling her curves, exploring.
She presses her hips down, crushing my sensitive, throbbing clit with her own hot sex. I groan again, hands on her buttocks, pressing her down harder.
But Patrick is saying something louder now, and Laura’s looking over to him, breaking our kiss to shush him. I look over too. He doesn’t sound happy. And then I realise why. I have to laugh aloud. Laura has somehow secured his wrists to the headboard with the set of handcuffs he keeps there for me. No, he isn’t happy at all, clearly wanting some action. Watching me and Laura doesn’t seem to be doing it for him.
Or maybe it just that’s he’s realised this isn’t his treat at all. But rather, mine and hers. Laura’s breath hot on my ear, she whispers that we can have more fun this way. I have to agree…. rolling her over to start exploring her body now, knowing Patrick is a little tied up right now…
