Between Us, A Girl (Part 3 of 5)

All smiles and tumescence, the three of us collapse onto the comforter. (Someone’s going to need to wash the cover tomorrow.) The bed creaks a bit and stops. For a moment, no one moves and no one speaks. A car goes by outside… then silence. Actually, I take it back. It isn’t silence. I can hear us breathing. I hear three sets of lungs sucking in air and letting it out. I hear three tongues wetting three sets of dried lips. And for a second, I imagine I can hear your heart beating in your chest and Kristy’s in hers. But then I decide it’s only my heart I’m hearing, my heart beating in my own chest, my temple, and my cock. I get up and pour some more champagne in my glass. I take a drink and then pass the glass around.

Sitting back down on the bed, I put a pillow behind my back and sit up against the headboard. Everyone readjusts their positions around me. You curl yourself up at my left side, head on my chest, hand on my stomach. My left arm curls around you in a way it knows from a thousand nights. My hand caresses your butt, round and smooth and familiar in a good way. Only Kristy’s smell on your face and in your hair makes you different. You’re the same as always, except that perhaps you were attacked by a perfume girl while walking through Macy’s at the mall. Except this scent is one you wanted to sample. But she missed your wrist, my dear. Right scent, wrong pulse point.

Kristy is lying along my right side, but with her head down around my feet. She’s propped up on her right hand, her elbow planted in the mattress. Her chest is flushed and her cheeks are rosy. She blows hair out of her eyes and smiles at me, her toes grazing my underarm. I jump, spilling a few drops of champagne on my chest.

She laughs. “Oops! Sorry!”

I put my champagne down on the table. Without the champagne glass, I have a free hand. Kristy gives me a look oozing of “Duh!” smiles, and rolls over onto her stomach. She is nuzzled up against me. Her skin touches my skin all along my right leg. With her left hand, she absently touches, then strokes the top of my feet. I can’t resist the curve, the surface of her upturned calves. I run my hand over her calves, the backs of her thighs.

No one is talking, but a number of hands are quietly exploring whatever skin they find nearby. Every touch, every movement is slow and gentle. The pads of my fingers wander from your bottom, up along your sides, around under your arm to your breasts where they circle, and then slowly drift back to your bottom. Lazily, I repeat. You slide your body closer to the headboard, just enough so that my fingers can slip between your cheeks and find wetness. You squirm.

Kristy shifts back to her side. She leans over my legs and starts to caress your legs. At the same time, she opens her own legs, bending the top onr and bringing that foot up close to her other knee. This move is enough to expose her hairless pussy. And it is just close enough for me to reach with my right thumb… My thumb slips inside her pink lips, bringing out more juices to spread over the already slick skin, making the lips slippery and wet, massaging the lips now between my thumb and index finger. I close my eyes. I can’t walk and chew gum at the same time, but my hands can finger fuck two women at the same time. So alike, so different.

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