“The shit Kyle sells is the best on the streets,” Ron said as he cut the coke. I sat on the couch and watched as he made plump lines on the glass coffee table. Danielle kneeled at his side with a look of hunger in her eyes. I sipped my beer and watched them closely. They seemed happy in the most beautifully fucked-up way.

“Baby,” Ron said as he handed the straw to Danielle. She smiled and looked like a little girl at Christmas. I watched her inhale, and the change in her facial expression was a sight to behold. Danielle was a stunningly beautiful woman. The change in her face and the euphoric look made me wonder what she looked like while coming.

Ron quickly grabbed the straw and snorted two lines, holding his nose after each one and pausing. The entire situation was surreal. “Kayden?” Ron asked, holding the straw out for me. I climbed off the couch and knelt on the opposite side of the table. I looked at them both while they touched their noses and made sure not to miss a grain. I leaned forward, pausing for a moment. I didn’t pause because I didn’t want the cocaine splayed out before me, but more because I didn’t know where this would lead.

Ron and I had a past—one that I rarely mention. Sophia knows about it, and it’s something I can’t escape or leave out. When we started talking online, I told her about it briefly. Naturally, she had more questions over time, but I never went into details about us and the girls we’ve been with. We’d shared women in our past, mainly in high school. One girl, her name escapes me at the moment, was a regular for us.

Looking back now, it just wasn’t right, but when you’re a horny teenager, you don’t think about it. She wanted it, and we gave it to her, plain as that. She wasn’t the only girl whom we shared. There were more after high school, and I don’t know why or how they even happened. Ron wasn’t well endowed and that may have factored into the equation, but I know if I weren’t hung, I sure as fuck wouldn’t want a guy with a bigger cock fucking the girl I’m trying to nail.

Ron walked down the hallway, leaving Danielle and me alone. I looked at her, and as she did another line, I watched as her tongue darted out, licking her lips. We were both sitting on the floor with a table full of coke between us. She looked at me and smiled before scooting a little closer.

“We want to know if you want to have a threesome, Kayden,” Danielle asked with a hopeful look in her eyes.

The words shocked me coming from her mouth, and I almost choked on my drink. “He’s having you ask me?”

“Yes, he said I should ask you. We talked about it, and he felt it was the right thing to do. He said you’ve done it in the past.”

“In the past, yes, and all with girls who meant nothing to either of us… We’ve never shared a woman we’ve been dating.” I shook my head, not believing the words that came out of her mouth.

I would never share Sophia with anyone, ever. She’s mine and only mine. When I told her the story of Ron and Danielle and the other girls we’d shared, I told her it would never happen with her. I love her too deeply, and the jealousy would kill me.

“You piqued my curiosity with Candy. Ron knows you aren’t looking for a relationship, so he feels you’re safe with me, with us.” She moved closer, almost crawling to me around the coffee table. “Don’t you find me attractive?”

I swallowed hard and licked my lips, my mouth salivating at the thought of tasting her. “I find you extremely attractive, maybe too attractive. It’s dangerous.”

She laughed at my words. “I thought you liked a little danger in your life,” she said, moving close enough so I could smell the scent of her perfume—a sweet, flowery scent. “Ron won’t trust me with anyone else. Please.”

My cock answered the question for me, growing harder in my pants and straining against the material. I sat there and didn’t move. I didn’t want to make the first move or give an answer. I didn’t know what the right thing to do in this moment would be. Ron was one of my best friends, but he did give his blessing. It wasn’t like he wouldn’t be there or this would occur behind his back—it was purely consensual.

Danielle leaned forward and stopped a breath away from me and stared into my eyes. I could feel her waiting for a protest, but I didn’t give one. She placed her hands on my knees. I could feel the warmth of her skin as she kissed me. Her lips were warm and soft, and she tasted like strawberry lip gloss. I didn’t touch her back. I needed to know Ron was okay with this, that he sanctioned it.

I heard Ron in the room and opened my eyes to see what he was doing. He touched Danielle’s shoulders and started to kneel down next to her. He looked at me and nodded his head, giving me the sign of approval before kissing her on the sweet spot where her neck met her shoulder. Her body shook, almost convulsing, from the sensation. Her hands slid across my pants and stopped at my thighs. She squeezed my legs, gripping tightly as her kiss grew more intense. I no longer wanted to be a passive participant. I wanted to be the aggressor. I’d wanted her since the moment I saw her.

I ran my hands across the skin of her arms, toward her shoulders, and placed my hand against the back of her neck. Kissing her was too intimate and personal, and all I wanted was to be buried inside of her. She wasn’t mine to kiss or linger over, but only to use, enjoy, and leave. I lightly pulled her hair downward, breaking the kiss and exposing her neck to me. I kissed her perfume-infused skin and could feel her pulse vibrating beneath my lips—it felt like the vibration of music coursing through her veins.

Her hand touched my cock and palmed me through the cloth. I moaned, wanting to feel her skin against mine. Her shirt hit my chin as I licked her throat. Ron pulled her shirt, and I moved, allowing him to remove it. He unhooked her bra, and I slid the tiny straps down her arms, exposing her breasts. She didn’t have large ones, but small beautiful tits. I ignored Ron and whatever he was doing from behind. I wanted to see her face and look into her eyes. She was too pretty not to look at.

I returned to my pursuit of her flesh, needing to work my way down to her breasts. I placed my hands against her ribs and moved them slowly up her skin, stopping just below her breasts, and grazed her nipple with my thumbs. She shuddered and moaned, squeezing my cock in her hand. I leaned forward, licking a trail with my tongue down to her nipple and sucked it into my mouth. I flicked it with my tongue before dragging my teeth across it.

Her body shifted as she rose slightly, and my mouth instantly felt the loss. Ron pulled off her skirt while she adjusted to make the transition easier. She didn’t have panties on underneath, and her mound was completely bare. Ron pulled her backward and leaned over her face, kissing her deeply and filled with passion. She stretched out her legs, granting me full access to her body.

I ran my fingertips over her skin, from her shoulders down to her knees. I could see tiny goose bumps form as she reached up and grabbed Ron’s face, holding him to her like a lifeline. I leaned forward and laid my tongue against her flesh, moving it slowly. I could taste her, and the sweet tang of her pussy danced across my tongue. I laved her flesh with my flat tongue, soaking up every drop. I grabbed her ass and tipped her hips, wanting to get deeper. I could feel her wetness dripping down her ass and onto my fingers.

I sucked her into my mouth, running my tongue across her swollen clit. She pushed herself on my lips, grinding against my face. I squeezed her ass and dug my fingers into her skin. I sucked and licked until I felt her body shake from pleasure.

I couldn’t wait any longer—my cock ached, and I needed to be inside her. I let go of her skin as she bucked, not wanting me to stop. She sat up slowly and moved to face Ron as I unzipped my pants and pulled off my shirt. Ron laid her down on the floor and unzipped his pants, releasing his cock. He held her legs in the air, and he pushed himself into her already lubed pussy. She reached up in search of me. I pushed my cock forward, giving her something to hold on to. She eyed my cock, surprised by the size. She was used to Ron’s size, but I knew she had to have seen plenty of cocks in her twenty something years.

I leaned forward, wanting to feel her soft tongue and warm mouth on my cock. Her lips parted, and she sucked me in, taking all of me. My cock hit the back of her throat, and she didn’t even gag. She cradled my balls, and she worked my shaft in and out of her mouth. I pumped my hips forward and back, controlling the speed and the depth. I didn’t want to come, not yet, at least. I watched as Ron’s cock disappeared inside of her wet core. Her mouth did amazing things, but I wanted to feel her insides.

I waited patiently, watching the scene before me, trying to hold out for my turn. It felt like an eternity, waiting for Ron to switch and give me my just reward. We never did sloppy seconds. He liked blow jobs more than pussy, and I knew that’s how he’d finish. He didn’t want her to swallow my come and claim her mouth in that way.

She turned and lay on the floor, splayed out before me. The position was the same, but the cock in her mouth had changed. I was thankful that I’d get to see her, although her face would be partially blocked by Ron.

I pushed my cock slowly inside her, relishing her tightness. Her body gripped my cock like a vise, clamping down on it with each pump. My cock has a slight bend to it. It’s the secret to the pleasure I’m able to give. It hits just the right spot inside a woman, causing the experience to be excellent and the pleasure more intense.

Her eyes grew wide as I began to move quicker and relentlessly pursued my release. I held up her legs, gripping them in my hands, and I placed her toes in my mouth. I sucked them, causing her to writhe against me. I licked the bottom of her foot as I pulled her legs a little higher and moved faster. This was about me, my release.

My body tightened and began to stiffen from the building pressure, and my speed became erratic. I was at the tipping point, the precipice of pleasure. Three more hard thrusts, and I spilled my seed inside her.

No one discussed condoms or birth control. In the heat of the moment and the drugs in my system, it never entered my mind. I prayed Danielle was on birth control. I didn’t need a child being born from this one night of pleasure.

I pulled out as I watched Ron fuck her face. He withdrew and began to pump his cock in his hand, spilling himself onto her face and chest. She licked her lips and collected every drop off her skin, putting it into her mouth and swallowing it like it was the most delectable morsel. I stood up and gathered my clothing before walking to the bathroom. I needed a moment to gather my thoughts before heading home.

I stared at myself in the mirror, and I prayed to God that I wouldn’t regret this night, that it wouldn’t ruin the friendship Ron and I shared. Sex could cause problems, emotional problems and complications. She was off-limits unless Ron was part of the picture. I didn’t feel as free sexually with the other person being a significant other. Jealousy could make things ugly.

I dressed and found Danielle and Ron curled up on the couch. “I’m exhausted. I’ll catch you guys later.”

“You need a ride home, K?” Ron asked.

“Nah, man, I’m good. I worked that shit right out of my system. I’m fine,” I said.

“Danielle left you a party favor by your wallet, bro.”

Danielle stared at me, looking almost mesmerized. She seemed to be paying more attention to me than the man at her side. I grabbed my keys, wallet, and coke off the counter before heading to the door. I wanted to make a stop for some beer on the way home and checked my wallet for cash. Inside was a tiny piece of paper that read “D” with a phone number and a heart. Fuck it.