His Friend

“Do you think it’ll turn him on if we make out a little?” Holly whispered into my ear.

“Let’s find out.” I said before I moved my lips towards hers.

Her lips were soft, but not delicate. Our kiss intense and full of lust.

A few days earlier when Mark told me a friend from high school was coming into town and that friend was a female, I felt a little jealous. I shouldn’t have felt that. He told me they were and always had been just friends. Plus, he wasn’t my boyfriend, at most we were just friends with benefits.

A few hours earlier when I met her, I was jealous of her beautiful looks, fit body and sensuality that surrounded her. However, over dinner and then drinks I couldn’t find anything to dislike about her. That being said, I didn’t think the night would end like it did.

After a few drinks, we moved on to a bar with a dance floor. There Holly and I danced together, not as a passionate experience, just two friends having fun. The men did watch us, some tried to dance with us, but for the most part were just having fun.

Until the crowd moved us together, our bodies pressed together for a song, our heat joining. I imagined what it would be like to be this close to her in bed. But then the crowd relaxed and we separated.

The moment was sensual, but I didn’t put too much hope into it. Yes, I definitely wanted her in my bed. I wondered what she would feel like, how she would taste. But I didn’t get any signs that she was into me like that. Plus, I wasn’t sure how Mark would react. We were still on unsteady ground there and I didn’t want to do anything that might make whatever we had more confusing than it already was.

However, back at my place I started to notice the signs. The way she looked at me. The way she touched my hand when I gave her a tour. Still, I didn’t think anything was going to happen until we were sitting next to each other on the couch and she asked me the question.

We did more than just kiss. We made out while Mark watched. We went to the bedroom and I took his hand to follow us. He sat on a chair while Holly and I continued to kiss and explore with our hands. We rolled around on the bed, our bodies pressed together and it was better than I had imagined.

Her body fit, but soft in all of the right places. She was just as aggressive as me with her touch and mouth. My dress came off, then so did hers. She took off my bra and panties, then I took off her thong. She hadn’t been wearing a bra.

Mark undid his pants and took out his cock as we fingered each other as we kissed and nibbled. My kisses drifted down from her lips to between her legs. She was extremely wet and my fingers slid deep into her as I licked her lips. I wished I had a strap on. I wanted to do more. I wanted to fuck her.

However, it was me that was about to get fucked. I looked at Mark from between her legs and it was the only invitation he needed. He wasted no time removing his clothes completely and joining us in the bed. He positioned himself behind me and pushed his cock deep into me. I never imagined that I would be in this position with Mark, it was something out of a fantasy.

He fucked me as I brought her to moaning, screaming, hold on to the bed tight orgasm. One of the most intense orgasms I’d ever had the pleasure in giving. I’d love to make her moan every night.

Mark fucked her as she went down on me. She guided his cock into her, then her mouth found my lips. I was jealous, but at the same time wondering what doors this would open.

She knew what she was doing with her mouth, making me wish Mark had introduced me to her a long time ago. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the pleasure she gave me. She filled me with pleasure until the orgasm took hold of me and rippled through my body.

He came inside of her and I was jealous again. I wanted his cum but I had to wait until the next morning. That’s when we fucked while she was in the shower. After he came inside of me, I asked him, “Was that your first threesome?”

“Nope.” He grinned.

“Really? Who? When?”

“Becky and a friend of hers.” Again, I was jealous. Becky was the girl he dated after me. She looked somewhat like me, similar curvy body type and everything. It made me wonder what if we had done more than just a date in college. Where would it have led?

“Want to do something like this again?”