Kevin
Scott comes to my place first on Wednesday evening, before we go to Carly’s place. We go in the same car. Neither of us says much. My thoughts are consumed by what is going to happen, and I assume Scott’s mind is similarly occupied. The mood hangs thick in the air.
I am aroused. I’m so turned on, I can barely breathe around it. I know Scott feels the same. You don’t drive toward a threesome and not think twice about how fucking hard you’re getting.
When I glance at him, he looks deep in thought.
“What’s on your mind?” I ask.
“Tonight,” he says. “It’s finally happening. But I don’t know where she’s at, emotionally.”
I shake my head. “Nowhere we need to worry about. I don’t get the idea that she’s in love with either of us. That’s why she’s so perfect for this.”
Scott nods. “It would be a pity if her working relationship with you was fucked up because of this.”
I shrug. “Doesn’t matter. Soon enough I’ll win that bet and she’ll become VP.”
Scott frowns at me. “You’re that confident?”
I shrug again. I’m not sure if I am that confident or just unattached, if I have to be honest about it. I won’t just fire her if it goes sour. Of course, it will suck, but I can’t put her out on the street once I’m done with her. Carly is a nice person–beautiful, yes, fucking good in bed, too–but she is someone I’ve come to care for in a way. The best way to make all this work is to make sure it doesn’t go wrong.
And if I manage to convince the board to make her our VP…well, that’ll make things easier.
There isn’t more time to talk or think about it. We pull up in front of her apartment and get out. Scott and I are both wearing jeans and t-shirts–easy to get out of–and we both wear cologne. Nothing as sexy as drowning a woman’s senses.
I knock on her front door and Carly opens it. She smiles when she sees us.
“Come in,” she says and stands aside.
I step in first, and Scott follows me. Carly closes the door behind us, and we turn to face her. She looks fantastic. She wears a white sheath dress with ballerina flats, and her hair hangs down her back in a loose braid. She wears just enough makeup to make her dark eyes look bigger and her lips luscious and kissable.
The apartment smells of food.
“I prepared dinner for us,” she says.
“What?” Scott sounds as surprised as I feel.
“I thought it would be a good idea to eat first, have a chat. You know, loosen up a little.”
I smile at her. She is nervous about tonight. I guess I can’t blame her. I’m not nervous. I’m horny, but I understand.
“Besides, we’ll need the energy,” she adds.
Scott laughs.
Carly’s apartment isn’t very large. The dining room table is set up in the far corner of the living room, opposite the door, and she prepares chicken and vegetables for us. We sit down and eat, making small talk. She bought wine as well, and we all sip from long-stemmed glasses. I don’t need alcohol for tonight, but she is drinking to loosen up.
“How are things with your sister?” I ask when we are headed toward the end of dinner.
Carly shrugs. “She’s still in a mood. They don’t usually last this long.”
“Do you think you’ll be able to fix it?” Scott asks.
“Oh, sure. She’ll come around, eventually. She’s just full of shit sometimes, but it’s been the two of us since my dad left.”
She finishes her first glass of wine, and Scott pours her another.
I put my knife and fork together. “Your dad left?” I ask.
Carly nods. “When we were little. I was nine, Emma was seven. We’ve stuck together since then. It’s always been the two of us. At least, it was until she started dating Ron. Now, she has someone else, and it’s just me.”
She shrugs and smiles like it isn’t a big deal, but I get the feeling that it is.
“And you?” I ask. “No prince charming to sweep you off your feet?”
Carly laughs. “Bit late to be asking me that, now, isn’t it?”
Scott and I both chuckle. “I guess it is,” I say.
“No, there isn’t a prince charming,” I say. “Besides, if there were, I wouldn’t be able to have a night like tonight with two handsome studs like you.”
She blushes at her own words, and it’s endearing. Just like that, the conversation moves away from serious things and toward what the rest of the night would hold.
“If you were mine, I’d be worried,” Scott says. “Too many men will want you.”
Carly blushes again. “I already agreed to sleep with you. You don’t have to charm the pants off me.”
I laugh. “That’s not what it’s about,” I say. “I don’t think I’d want to share you, either.”
Her eyes are full of laughter when she looks at the two of us.
“You kind of are,” she says to me. She drinks the rest of her wine a lot faster.
I look at Scott, who shrugs, and we both laugh. It’s true. We are sharing her. But with Scott, it’s different. Scott is my main man. We are tight.
Carly gets up and starts clearing plates. Scott and I both help her by taking something from the table to her little kitchen. She stacks dishes in the sink. Scott glances at me. I know what he is thinking. It’s time to fuck her now. The hunger on his face is apparent. I am hard, too, my cock throbbing in my pants. I want her, and I want her now.
Scott is the one to make the first move. He walks to Carly and turns her toward him so that she lets go of whatever she is holding in the sink. He cups her breast and kisses her. She gasps, and I see him squeeze her through the white material. She melts a little, and I watch them for a moment as my friend massages her breast. His other hand is behind her neck, holding her there as his tongue explores her mouth.
He is taking charge. It’s what she needs.
I walk to them and stand behind her, the same way we’d been in my office during lunch yesterday. I put my hands on her hips and grind my cock against her ass. She moans into Scott’s mouth.
“Come,” Scott says, breaking the kiss and taking her hand.
I take her other hand, and Scott leads us down the short hallway to the main bedroom at the end. When we are in the room, Carly turns to us.
“Stay there,” she says. “No touching.”
She is confident now. The wine has loosened her up just enough, and now that lust has been thrown into the mix, she is all sexual energy.
She reaches for the hem of her dress, crossing her arms and pulling her dress over her in one quick motion. She drops the white material on the floor and stands in front of us, completely naked. She hasn’t worn any underwear at all.
Carly turns around so we can see her ass. She bends over, spreading her legs, showing herself to us.
Scott starts forward.
“Stay there,” Carly says.
I swallow hard. It looks like Scott struggles to obey, but we both stand rooted to the spot and watch as Carly moves forward and crawls onto the bed. The crawl is deliberately slow, exposing her ass and her pussy to us as she creeps toward the pillows.
When she reaches them, she turns around and lays down on her back. She’d gotten rid of her shoes without me noticing.
Carly spreads her legs and looks me in the eyes before she slides her glance to Scott. I can hear my friend breathing harder. My cock throbs in my pants, aching to be inside of her.
Carly puts her hands on her breasts and massages them, pinching her own nipples, tugging at them. She makes small mewling sounds when she does. Scott is undoing his pants, and he pulls his cock free. He is about as hard as I am, although a little bigger. He is taller than I am.
I turn my eyes back to Carly. Her legs are still wide and her bare pussy glistens, her arousal clear. She tips her head back, her lips parted, and she focuses on her breasts.
I can’t help myself. I unzip my own jeans and pull my dick free, too. Scott is already running his hand up and down his own shaft, stimulating himself. I do the same, palming my own flesh. My eyes are on Carly’s tits, on the way she touches herself.
Carly holds one hand on her breast and slides the other down her stomach, over her pubic mound, her fingers pushing into her slit. She moans when her fingertips brush over her clit. Scott makes a growling sound next to me, and I know his need is just as strong as mine.
“You’re torturing us, kitten,” Scott says in a deep voice. He is so turned on. Kitten. I forgot that’s what he calls his women.
Carly answers him with a gasp. She pushes her fingers into her pussy, and I groan. I pump my own hand slowly, teasing myself as much as she is teasing me.
Her fingers work faster and faster, in and out of her, her own thumb on her clit. She holds her nipple between two fingers and squeezes, crying out. An orgasm rocks through her. I can see her body suddenly contract, her mouth opening in a silent scream. Her eyes squeeze shut as she comes for us at her own hand.
“Holy fucking shit,” Scott bites out through gritted teeth, and he lets go of himself so he can get undressed. He whips off his shirt, pulls down his pants, and in no time at all, he is naked.
I follow suit. I get naked, too. I am still stripping when Scott walks over to Carly. He gets onto the bed, and Carly rises to meet him. It’s like it has been choreographed, like they both know what the other is thinking. Scott kneels on the bed, and Carly moves around to meet his cock with her mouth.
She closes her mouth over his dick, and he groans with a long sigh. She slides her mouth over him, and I want in, too. As if she knows, she stretches her arm toward me, palm open.
I don’t wait to be asked twice. I get onto the bed, too, and grab her hand, guiding her to my cock. Her fingers wrap around my cock. Scott’s hand is behind her head, holding her, his cock sliding in and out of her mouth.
A moment later, I watch the full size of him pop out, and she moves her head toward me. She reaches for him with her other hand, pumping her hand up and down his slick shaft while her lips close around my own cock.
I sigh the moment my dick enters her hot mouth. She sucks me, pushing her head forward so that I go balls deep. She pushes me all the way in, past her nasal cavity, deep throating me. She isn’t breathing.
One, two, three pumps, and she pulls back far enough to gasp for air. She only takes two breaths before she plunges me back between her lips, and I watch as her head bobs back and forth, fucking me with her mouth.
Carly is still working Scott with her hand. I glance at him, and his face is pure bliss. She swaps positions again, her mouth around his dick and her hand pumping mine. She is changing it up, servicing both of us like a natural, like she has done something like this before.
Fuck. Me.