ONE PLUS ONE MAKES THREE FOR FUN....

It's a late night, and we're at one of our favourite bars; I like them because the dark booths are pleasantly old-fashioned and they serve a variety of creative desserts. You like them because they have microbrews on tap and a delicious £8-a-glass Scotch that makes your eyes roll back. Watching you roll the whisky around in your mouth before swallowing makes me smile and makes me wet, all at once.

Tonight, you've got one of these whiskies -- my treat, a good day at work -- and I can almost see the light shining through the amber liquid casting a glow onto my exposed skin. I dressed up for once, even though it's chilly outside, the start of winter: short black dress with spaghetti straps and a low neckline, made of a comfortable jersey fabric that clings to me when I walk. My low heels click on the parquet floor, and I was amused when I felt some eyes on me when we walked in.

Of course, they could just as easily have been on you: your black sweater shows broad shoulders and, even with your hands carelessly shoved in the pockets of your jeans, your ass is amazing. I caught a girl at the bar checking you out as we passed and smiled a bit.



"What's so funny?" you asked me at the time, and now you ask me again.

"Nothing," I say, smiling into the warm room. "Just happy."

You dip one finger into your expensive whisky and bring it to my neck, let the whisky drip onto my exposed shoulder. I feel it trickle slightly against my collarbone and stifle a quick gasp at the chill. You lean forward and place your lips on my shoulder, tracing the outline of my bones delicately with your tongue. I feel a pulse of desire in my pussy as you nip me gently, and then lean back, grinning, completely aware of what you've done.

"No fair!" I complain.

"What'd I do?" you mock-defend, holding up both hands in surrender.

I lean in and kiss you. You taste of smoke and peat, and I, I'm sure, taste of pears and chocolate, the latest confection from the bar's dessert kitchen. The kiss gets deeper and you tangle your hand into the back of my hair and pull backwards gently gently; as you do, your lips travel from mine down across my jaw to my neck, and the heat in my pussy spreads.

Determined not to let you get the upper hand, I slide my fingers into your lap and feel the hardness of your cock, pressing against your pants. I lightly trace its outline and then grab it hard. As I do, you bite down hard, making me gasp and thrust my hips against the seat; we're both so used to these games that my manhandling of your cock and your gnawing on my neck come simultaneously rather than as call and response.

We break apart, panting, eyes heavy-lidded, and laugh. You reach for your whisky, my hand still on your cock, and as you do, we both notice the same thing.

The girl at the bar is watching us.

She's petite and dark haired and wearing a funky patterned minidress that shows off her curves. The light glints from her lip stud as she lifts her drink to her mouth, and I can see at least one tattoo from here, a detailed koi fish wrapping around her calf and up onto her thigh. As we watch, she sees that we see her and ducks her head, then fiddles with her purse. but she can't hide the flush on her skin or the way I just saw her press her thighs together.

"Do you think-?" I ask, at the same time that you say, "I bet she-"

"Me first," I say, overriding her. "Do you see what I see?"

"Cute girl?" you hazard a guess.

"That's a no, then," I say. I scrutinize her and see her trace her hand along her shoulder, clearly revelling in the feeling of her own skin, and just as clearly not realizing it. "Let's invite her over here. She was watching from over there. Maybe she wants to watch from here."

"Buy her a drink, sugar," you say, and lean back in the booth, spreading your arms along the back of the bench seat. You look so much like a family patriarch, lording it over all you survey, with my hand on your pulsing, hard cock, that I bite you hard on your neck.

"Ow! Fuck!" you say, jumping. I giggle at you as I slide out of the booth and walk across the floor towards the bar without looking back.

"Hi," I say, sliding into the seat next to her. "I'm Velvet."

"I'm Marie," she says, holding out her hand to shake. As she does, I see another tattoo on the back of her hand, and point at it.

"Wow, that must have hurt," I say.

"Not that bad," she says. "I'm pretty hardcore. As you can tell from my dress, of course."

I laugh. "I don't know, the one on my back hurt the most because it was right on my spine. I can't even imagine my hand!" We talk about tattoos for a while, comparing times and artists and gossip, and in a few minutes, we're fast friends. She's relaxed and laughing, leaning towards me, putting her hand on my hand to make a point.

"Hey," I say into a break in conversation. "We were going to ask you to come sit with us." I gesture back towards our booth.

"Sure," she says, and carries her drink to our table.

"I thought you were never coming back," you say mournfully as we slide into the rounded booth, one of us on each side of you. "So I ordered another whisky."

"Oh, do you like whisky?" Marie says. "I'm getting into Scotches."

You brighten and get lost in a stream of words about smoke and Scotsmen and she's giggling and I'm shaking my head at both of you. Finally, you run out of things to babble about and fall silent. Your second Scotch was delivered long ago and I'm actually reading the copy of Fahrenheit 451 I found in my purse.

"I'm sorry," you say. "That was boring for you, wasn't it?"

"What?" I say, surfacing slowly from my book.

"Maybe this will help," you say, and kiss me. Marie ducks her head, but I see her follow our lips with her eyes.

"I have a better idea for how to keep me interested," I say and grin. "Marie?"

She leans forward. "Yes?"

I lean in and kiss her. You're trapped between us. Her lips are soft and delicious, she smells like cherries. I deepen the kiss, slide my tongue into her mouth, and she meets it with her own. I pull her closer to me by the shoulders, practically yanking her into your lap, and keep tasting her. When I pull back, my lips are swollen and my clit is throbbing with heat. I brush my hand across your cock, hard again, as I pull back slightly and smile.


"That's interesting," I say.

"True," she says, an impish grin on her face.

"Right," you say, your voice a bit breathless.

"Know what else is interesting?" I say.

"I bet I can guess," Marie says.

"Probably not."

"I bet I can."

I rest my hand on her knee, across your lap. You're leaning back to give us better access to each other, but you're still between us. I slowly start to slide my hand up her leg, checking her face to make sure it's okay. She smiles, and I shoot a glance at you. You look like a kid in a candy store. I slide my hand higher, up under her skirt, across the softness of her inner thighs. I can feel the heat from her pussy on my fingers and I let just the tips of my fingers stretch upwards, and brush against the tight cotton lace of her panties.

Her thighs tighten together and then fall apart as she sighs and pushes her hips towards my hand. Her lips are parted and wet. She pushes again and my fingers slide up and just graze her clit. She gasps, and so do you.

"Now that's interesting," I say, my voice low. Your hand on my leg is like iron, your fingers digging into my thigh. She gasps again, more like a moan this time, and leans her head over onto your shoulder.

You lean forward finally, and I tilt her head up with one finger until her lips can reach yours. You kiss her as I brush my fingterips back and forth under her skirt, until the wetness starts to dampen her panties, and then I stop and pull back.

The noise of desperation she makes is endearing. The little growl in your throat is too. I put the hand that was under her skirt on your cock and say, "Why don't we take this outside?"

"Brrr," you say, surfacing from Marie's sweet lips.

"Only for a minute," I say. "We're only a few minutes from home."

"Let me get my coat," says Marie.

It takes us about five minutes to walk home, but all of us are so worked up, it feels like five hours. You and Marie stumble against each other slightly as we walk into the snow; both of you had a couple of drinks, and I smile and shake my head. It's a short muddled walk and then there's our flat. My key in the lock and we're inside, warm, the red curtains making the space feel warmer, as does the multitudes of books.

She sheds her coat and wanders through the small rooms, looking at your brother's paintings on the wall, the one small Mucha print in the bathroom, my rack of burlesque costuming, the handmade pottery dishes. "Your home is beautiful," she says at last.

"Come sit," I say, and wave her towards the sofa.

"Just a sec," you say, and disappear into the bedroom. The master bath is right off it, and I hear you shut the door.

There is a sudden, loaded silence. "Well," I say into it, looking at Marie sitting next to me.

"Right," she says, and leans towards me, pressing her lips onto mine.

I push her backwards against the arm of the sofa until she's lying back, legs hanging off the side. I press my lips against her hard, bruising, and grab her arms, her wrists. She moans and pushes up against me, her hips writhing, and I slide one hand between her thighs without preamble. She gasps as my fingers find her clit through her panties and give a few quick rubs. Then, my tongue in her mouth, I twist my hand and slide it down the front of her panties, into her warm wetness.

"Oh god," she says, low, as my fingers land on her clit, start circling. "Oh, fuck." I bite her neck, use my other hand to pull her towards me. She pants and bites her lips, straining upwards. Her eyes drift shut and her hands clench, then move towards me, frantically pulling my arm closer, forcing my hand deeper into her panties. I'm kneeling over her, both of our feet towards the bedroom door, and I've truthfully almost forgotten you went to the bathroom when I hear a noise that's not Marie. Without taking my hand away, I glance over my shoulder.

You're watching with a look of hunger, and I imagine what you're seeing now. Me straddling Marie on the sofa, my hand pushing her dress up and fingering her clit under her panties, biting her neck...and all this with my ass up in the air and no panties. My dress is too short to cover anything, so you've been getting an eyeful of my pussy all along.

I can tell exactly what you think of that as your hand drifts down to the enormous bulge in your pants and rubs. I smile and spread my knees apart a little bit so you can see my whole pussy, barely covered at all by my dress, and see how wet I am.

"More," Marie says urgently. I smile down at her and nibble her neck on the other side while sliding my middle finger into her willing pussy. It's so soft, so wet, so warm, and she jumps as I thrust my finger in and out of her while stroking her clit with my thumb.

"More like this?" I say, and kiss her, drawing her tongue into my mouth, circling her clit faster.

"Or more like this?" I move my mouth down and kiss her nipple through the dress. She's not wearing a bra, and her nipples are pierced. She moans as I bite down on the ring gently. I slide one hand back and between my own pussy lips, letting you watch me finger myself.

As I move over to her other nipple, breathing on it through the thin dress fabric, and taking it into my mouth, I let my finger slide inside me, just as my other one is inside Marie. She is gasping in short pants, and I can hear your rasping breath. "Like this?" I murmur, and slide another finger into her, never letting up on her clit. My own pussy is sopping wet now and I smear the juices all over my pussy lips and clit.

"Let me help you," you say and I feel you step up behind me, hear you kneel, and then you bury your face in my pussy, your tongue vibrating on my clit. I moan and push back against your face, then grab one of Marie's nipples and pinch lightly. She's pushing her hips back and forth jerkily and moaning nonstop, a steady stream of "ohfuckohfuckohfuck" in my ear.

I keep putting my fingers into her faster now, watching her body tense and relax, feeling my hips quiver as your tongue flicks my clit and sends jolts through the pit of my stomach. By the way she's grabbing at my hands and pinching her nipples, I can tell she's getting close to coming, and if you keep licking me like this, I'll come too. But I don't want her to come yet; I want you to taste her first. So I pull back, to her disappointed moan, and your audible confusion and roll sideways off the couch.

"What?" she says, mussed. Her hair is tousled and her dress is pulling to the side. She raises herself up on her elbows and stares down at you, your face wet with my pussy.

"Sit up more," I say, and work my way behind her. As I unzip her dress, I meet your eyes and raise an eyebrow. You grin. I jerk my head, indicating you should crawl forward, and your grin gets wider. Marie nods her head furiously as you slide around to her legs and push them apart, sliding her dress up her thighs, as I slide it down over her shoulders. "Yes, please," she says as you hook your fingers into her panties and pull them off in one movement. I'm kissing around her shoulders now, reaching my hands into her dress to cup her breasts in my hands. They're heavy and firm, the nipples heavy from the rings; she has one in each nipple, a horseshoe. She moans and tilts her head back against me as I roll her nipples, then gently stroke the tips.

You push her legs apart, exposing her pussy. I can't see well from my angle, but you lick your lips. I could tell before that she was shaven smooth and very wet, and the smile on your face as you kneel between her legs and start licking her with long strokes shows that you like what you see.

"Oh my God," she says, almost conversationally, and her whole body arches. You settle in to suck on her clit, and she spasms, stiffening against me as I run my hand down her stomach under the dress. I'm watching your face, your eyes, as you're licking her. First your eyes are closed, but then they flick up to Marie's face, which is tipped back, eyes closed, in rigid pleasure. After lingering on that for a few seconds, you meet my eyes, and I smile and push Marie's dress off her shoulders, revealing her breasts.

They're beautiful. You lean back, and Marie groans in frustration, her hips searching for your mouth as you grab her hand and slide it between her own thighs. "Your turn," you say with a grin and sit next to her on the couch as I kneel behind her. I kiss you deeply, tasting her, as you caress one of her breasts, and then we break as I lean down to take her nipple in my mouth, sucking and flicking the tip of it with my tongue. The ring is heavy in my mouth. You watch for an instant before bending your head down as well, both of us running our hands over her mostly nude body as she rubs her clit with abandon and pants wildly.

Her other hand reaches out blindly and fastens on your cock, still in your pants. I can't believe you weren't touching yourself. But now she jerks one-handed at your belt, frantically fingering herself with the other hand, clearly losing all ability to function.

"Let me," I say, taking my lips from her nipple long enough to lean forward and undo first your belt, and then your zipper, freeing your cock, hard as a rock, from where it's been trapped. I lick the palm of my hand and rub it around your cock, from head to base, and then Marie's hand replaces mine and she strokes you with an admirable rhythm considering that she's twitching and moaning like she's close to coming.

"Bite my nipple," she whispers, and both of us do, and she moans, then spasms, her whole body going rigid as she throws her head back. She grips your cock in her hand and I nestle my head into her neck as she rides out the waves of orgasm to a wet, sticky finish.

"I guess I was closer than I thought," she says, presently.

"No problem," I say, and laugh at your mournful expression. "There's more coming. So to speak."

"That was terrible," you inform me, and then gasp as Marie leans forward and takes your cock in her mouth.

"Very impolite," I tell you, grinning at your facial expression. "You don't appreciate my humour."

"No, I guess not," you say, your breath catching as Marie pulls you deeper into her mouth.

I stand facing you, and deliberately slide one strap of my dress off my shoulder. Marie's head is working faster, and I can see her tongue swirling around you as your fists clench. I slide the other strap off my shoulder, then let the whole top down to reveal my breasts. Never taking my eyes off yours, I let my fingers wander down into my pussy, wetting them, then bring them up to dance across my nipples, making them glisten.

You reach out one hand to me and when I take it, pull me close to you. You bury your head in my breasts, licking, biting, sucking with a ferocious passion. I dip my fingers into my pussy again, and paint my nipples; this time you catch my fingers as you lick, pulling them into your mouth, getting them wet. I kiss you deeply, your arm around my back and pulling me tightly against you, as my hand, wet from your mouth, moves down and starts rubbing my clit. Marie sighs, muffled by your cock, and we're all three locked into a tense tableau of pleasure.

I break it by saying, "I have an idea."

"Mmm?" says Marie, and you groan as she replaces her mouth with her hand, and moves it gently along the length of your cock. "What's that?"

I jerk my head sideways. "Bedroom."

Marie stands up, her dress falling to the ground reaches for my hand. She pulls you by the cock after her, although she lets go as we reach the bed and she and I tumble onto it in a tangle of girl. We're kissing again, her teeth nibbling my lip, and her hand slides between my legs. I moan as she finds my clit and starts flicking at it. Her other hand traces the curves of my back, and I rub my fingers across her breasts, nibbling on the nipples and licking the pale skin. There is a squeak of pressure, and you join us on the bed, divested of your pants and shirt. My dress is still tangled around my waist but when I move to take it off, you shake your head.

"No," you say. "I want to see you in it."

Marie and I press ourselves together, our nipples brushing against each other, massively sensitive. My clit is swollen and throbbing, and I can feel wetness from my pussy trickling down my thighs. Your hands dance over both of us as we slide our hot girl skin together, caressing a breast here, sliding your finger into a mouth there. You are feasting your eyes on us as we squirm together, fingers at each other's clits, bodies tensing.

"I'm not going to come again so quickly," Marie says. "It's your turn now." With that, she pins my hands over my head playfully. As I giggle, you slide between my legs and start a row of kisses moving up each side. You kiss closer and closer to where my clit is pulsing and I groan in sadness as you circle around and around my pussy, kissing the tops of my thighs, my stomach, everywhere but where I want you.

"Here?" you say, teasing. "Is this where you want to be kissed?" And Marie fastens her lips on my nipple.

"How about here?" you say, and a soft kiss on my hipbone. I growl deep in my throat and thrust my hips up towards you. "What about here?" and you kiss my tattoo. Marie slides her hand across my stomach, tracing down, moving up, petting me like a cat.

"How about here?" you say and then your hot mouth is on my pussy and I gasp and buck my hips at the sudden rush of sensation: all warm and wet and delicious movement on my clit as you flick it quickly and the heat starts to spread in my abdomen. Marie smiles and pulls my legs wider apart. "I want to watch," she says. You oblige by pushing my legs back so she gets a full view of your tongue playing with my clit, then moving away to slide inside my pussy, then back to the clit. I am shivering with each sensation, unable to hold still as she scratches her fingers down my side.

"Can I help?" she asks you, and your eyes meet mine as she reaches behind my leg and slides her fingers into my pussy. I struggle to keep my eyes open, gasping, my mouth open, as the feelings from both of you sweep over me. Your tongue is bringing me right to the edge, and Marie's fingers moving inside me might just push me over. I'm gasping and shuddering on the verge when you pull back, leaving me high and dry.

I feel an almost physical stab of pain as you grin at me and Marie takes her fingers out. "I want to fuck you," you say.

"I want to watch," Marie volunteers.

"More than watch," you tell her, and lean down to pull her into a deep kiss. "You get to help." Your tongues move together, and I have some idea of what's coming.

Marie leans back on the bed, her long curves stretching out, watching you draw me up to kneeling. You kiss me hard, arm around my waist, pulling me against your cock. Then you move behind me and give me a gentle push forward towards Marie.

Sure of what you want now, I crawl up her body, planting kisses along the way, until I am straddling her face. You come up behind me, and fit your body against mine, your cock between my legs, but not inside me. Impatient, I push my hips back against you, trying to slide you inside me, but you just laugh and say, "No, no." Your gentle pressure on my back leans me slightly forward and then you push my hips down onto Marie's waiting mouth.

Her lips envelop my clit right away and she starts a gentle sucking, almost nursing on my clit. It's unfamilar but oh so good, and I gasp and clench my hands in the bed. Your cock is still between my legs and she breaks from sucking my clit for a minute to take you in her mouth. I hear her hum contentedly as she goes back to my clit and I moan as you put the head of your cock against my pussy.

"Is that what you want?" you say, and I can barely nod, the pressure is building so much.

You slide it in a tiny bit, just barely stretching my pussy open, and say, "That?"

"Please, just fuck me," I say, forcing the words out. I can feel my pussy clenching from Marie's tongue. Her hands are on my thighs, wrapping around, moving up to my breasts and tweaking my nipples. Your hands join them, and your fingers entwine with hers briefly.

"Just fuck you? OK," you say, and slam into me hard, all the way, pushing me forward a tiny bit, but Marie doesn't lose her tenacious hold on my clit. Instead, she starts sucking and licking me harder as you start to move in and out of me. I can feel every inch of your cock throbbing into me, my pussy is so sensitive and just dripping with wetness. I can feel it gliding down around you as you pull out almost all the way before sliding back in.

"That's what I like," you say, and wrap your arms around me, burying your teeth in my neck. You fuck me harder, pushing me into Marie's face, the pressure between the two of you making me feel like I'm lost in a pool of cock and warmth and tongues and pleasure. I can feel the orgasm building up, so close, and my hands reach back to pull you against me, afraid you're going to pull away again like you did last time.

"Oh, no," you say. "This is for both of us."
I moan, and can hear your heavy breathing in my ear as you speed up, your movements getting jerkier as you reach the edge of coming. "I'm so close," you say, and then Marie's tongue tips me over the edge and I start convulsing, clamping down on your cock inside me.

I hear you groan into my ear and you frantically pull my hips against yours, thrusting hard, as Marie's tongue paints small circles over my clit, each one sending yet another pulse of pleasure through my entire body. I shudder as you come, feeling your cock inside me, and then you lay your head agsint my neck. With a flourish of her tongue, Marie stops licking me, and I lean back slightly, so I can look down at her.

"Good, eh?" she says mischievously.

You and I burst out laughing and both tip sideways so we are all lying together on the bed. I reach for Marie and tangle my arms around her. I am sandwiched between the two of you, your warmth against my back, hers against my front. She's all softness, and your hard muscle pulls me close. Time for sleeping. And maybe a repeat performance in the morning.....

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