“Hey, gorgeous,” she said smiling as she sat down across from me. I hadn’t seen Linda for a week, and my heart leaped a little as I stared into her dark brown eyes. I looked away finally and examined the rest of her. Her shiny black skin glowed in the light and her lightly waved hair was up in the most intricate style I’d seen on her. I looked down to see her cleavage plunging deep within a V-neck sweater, no shirt or bra underneath it, her nipples starting to swell under my gaze. I looked back up at her eyes and she smiled with obvious pleasure at my admiring glances. I was happy the table hid my swelling erection, but at the same time I was eager to ditch the scene.

However, she had other ideas and we sat and talked about our week and all the tangents following from it for an hour as we each nursed a scotch. Finally, she smiled and said, “Have you ever been to the lake at night?”

“Yes.”

“Make-Out Point?”

“I didn’t know there was one.”

“Then I must show you. It’s ever so delightful.”

I smiled, “‘Ever so delightful’?”

She pouted, “How did I ever agree to go for drinks with such an uncultured fellow? ‘It’s scary cool.’ ‘It’s like totally neato, man.’”

“Especially in autumn,” I replied with a smile.

We laughed and she said, “Dark too.”

I nodded, dry in the throat, and she paid the bill and we left. She drove as a bit more quickly than I would have thought wise and within twenty minutes had us at a parking lot ear the lake I had passed a few times. She undid her seatbelt, flipped the switch to lock the car doors, and said, “I missed you all week.”

I leaned in to kiss her and her tongue thrust deep into my mouth, searching for mine. She pulled away to lift her sweater over her head and said, “Tonight might be your lucky night.”

“The last few nights were pretty lucky.”

“You’re deprived if you think a quick hand job into the grass is special.”

“When it’s your hand, yes.”

She pursed her lips in a round O with mock surprise and said, “Flattery will get you everywhere!” She leaned back to thrust out her chest and said, “Do you like them?”

“They’re the most beautiful I’ve seen.”

She smiled, “You’d better not be lying. I’d have to say mean things about your cock, and it’s such a delightful cock.”

“So, may I?” I smiled.

“Why the hell do you think I put them out there, fool?” she laughed, and held my hands as they finally grasped her swollen breasts skin to skin. She had restricted us to petting over her clothes and a swift hand job for the past three weeks and her enthusiastic, domineering surrender that night set my mind and loins afire. Soon she pulled my head to her chest and moved one breast to my mouth, then the other. Her perfume was intoxicating in her deep valley, and she groaned deep in her throat as I suckled like a hungry infant. Soon her hips were thrusting to and fro and she pulled away long enough to say, “My first time, I always like it rough. Rough and fast.” I reached over and pulled her up, then pushed her against the steering wheel and she moaned in pleasure, “I had to wait so my pill would work. I’m ready now. Take me hard.”

I pushed her skirt up and pulled her panties down, and as she gasped I lined myself up at her lips and thrust hard into her. She cried, “Yes, god yes,” and thrust back crazily as my cock sank to the depths of her spasming cunt. She was drenched and steaming hot, and within thirty seconds her body went rigid as she screamed. Her cunt tightened about my cock and her hips circled and thrust in a confusion of motions, and I pumped even harder into her belly.

I held her hips tightly, my pink hands shining in the near dark against the deep brown of her skin, and she moaned, “Don’t stop. I’m on fire.” I continued pounding away inside her as I leaned forward to start sucking on her neck, and she groaned deeply, “God, yes. Ream me deep.”

I continued working inside her furrow as she groaned with each thrust, and in another three minutes she yelled hard as another climax swept over her. I continued holding her as I crouched even further over her body and groaned in her ear, “I can’t last much longer.”

“Give me your cum then,” she yelled, and as I let go all control and tried to force myself as deeply inside her as I could, she repeatedly screamed, “Fuck me hard.” The car shook vigorously with each thrust into her cunt, the silence of the brakes allowing the loud squishing of her fluids around me to fill my ears, her odor filling the car, and then I heard nothing but my own bellowing as my loins clenched and the first satisfying spurt shot into her, waves of pleasure washing over me. She moaned, “Scream for me, lover,” and as I yelled meaninglessly past her ear, she sighed happily and clamped down on my cock.

I leaned back in satisfaction, pulling her body with me to rest in my lap. She lay relaxed in my arms as we kissed, and she finally reached over to the glove compartment and pulled out a towel to wipe up. “Time for a walk, lover,” she said sweetly, and after she put her sweater back on, we walked a short way into the wood. After about twenty yards, she pulled me to her as she leaned against a tree and put pressure on my shoulders. “Suck my cunt,” she whispered urgently, and I needed no further prompting to kneel before her and bury my head between her thighs.

Her lips were raggedly open to my tongue as I kissed her deeply, running my tongue over and between them as she grabbed my head and circled her hips against my face. I reached up and pushed three fingers inside her, which sank easily into her. She whispered, “Do it hard; don’t hold back,” and rode my fucking fingers and sucking lips to a massive silent orgasm. After she pulled me to her, I turned us around and leaned against the tree, putting light pressure on her shoulders. She dropped instantly to her knees, unbuckled and unzipped me, and took me far into her mouth as she stroked the shaft.

I reached down and locked my fingers in her hair, and she pulled me out long enough to whisper, “Don’t hold back.” She resumed nursing on my cock, holding her mouth still as I thrust back and forth inside it. I gave myself over to her and soon gave her several spurts of my juice, which she swallowed eagerly. After she sucked and stroked the last drops out of me, she stood and kissed me. “Now don’t you agree Make-Out Point is just the best?”

I laughed quietly, “Oh yes, best ever.”

“And now you’re coming home with me and making love to me slowly and romantically.”

“Tonight and every night.”

“”Good. I’m not a one-time gal.”

“And I’m not a two-timing guy.”

“Good; I won’t have to hurt you then.” As we walked back to the car, she said quietly, “I am so sore. Like you’ve worked all your muscles in the gym. I’m going to be shining tomorrow from thinking of it.”

We soon reached her house and we washed up quickly before going to bed. She rode me for fifteen minutes and then had me ride her with the lights on, staring down at me as I bucked up under her and then up at me as I rode her slowly, smiling as I stared at her body, getting to know every facet of her body and response. After I came inside her for the second time, we held each other in exhaustion.

“You like my body?”

“I love it.”

“And my skin doesn’t bother you?”

“Of course not.”

“I thought so, but I wanted to hear you say it.” She rubbed my hair and whispered, “You know, I love your skin. I guess I have a bit of a thing for you, in that way. So different from mine. Not in general, but with you it turns me on. Like all of you does, but it makes me so hot to see it against mine.”

I ran my hands over her breasts and said, “I think I could get very addicted to yours.”

“That is perfectly acceptable,” she smiled, and we fell asleep in each other’s arms.

The next morning I took her to breakfast, and over coffee we talked about our new love. “When did you first get interested in me?”

“About a year ago,” I said. “When we went to the concert that time.”

“The one where we got lost?”

“And you fretted so cutely you’d miss your favorite local group?”

She cocked her head and smiled, “Good ska is hard to find these days. I like to support my boys and girls and put my money where my mouth is.”

“Anyway, I realized you actually fit my personality really well. I didn’t think about it more than that, but I liked you more and more.”

“For me it was when you gave me your Christmas present for me. I realized that guys who knew me that well are few and far between.”

“Yeah, you seemed to change toward me then. So, finally, I asked you out.”

“And you didn’t mind just kissing, and then just getting a hand job. But like I said, I had to start the pill, and I wanted to be sure it was worth the trouble.”

We laughed, and she said, “Just wait till I tell all my girlfriends. They are going to rake you over the coals.”

“Surely they’re not that bad?”

“They are worse than that bad, lover. They will make sure you’re not just good enough for me, but good enough for them.”

We laughed again, and she said, “Seriously, we’re not teenage girls. We keep an eye on each other. And don’t think it’s because you’re white, either. They’ll pester me with questions about that, but we grill all our men for each other.”

“Well, I’m telling no one for at least a week. You’re my secret, all mine, and no one else gets to know. I want to get to know you better with just the two of us.”

“I can understand that. But who will you tell when you can’t keep it secret anymore?”

“A couple of guys, and a couple of girls. Old friends. They’ll probably buy me a cup of coffee or a beer to congratulate me, ask if you’re pretty, pester me about your personality, and then wish us luck.”

“So no gruesome details?”

“Nah.”

“Well, I can’t promise the same about you.”

“You can’t promise, or you promise it won’t be?”

“Length, girth, stamina, quantity of ejaculate, oral skills, degree of breast fetishization, the funniest noises you make, overall physique…and that’s the first five minutes. Then it’ll get really intimate.”

She laughed as I chuckled with a grimace, which made her laugh again, and our food arrived. After the waitress left, she smiled, “I’ll hold off telling them for a week if you want, but don’t worry, they don’t bite. Well, much.”

When we finished, she said, “Now let’s go back home for dessert.” When we got back we stripped madly and sixty-nined slowly on her living room carpet. After I drained into her throat and she swallowed me fully, she lay back to let me suck her some more; she chuckled, “I love seeing your blond head between my thighs. Never stop,” so I didn’t until she pushed me away ten minutes later from the soreness and sensitivity.

Over the next week we explored each other in every way we could think of and in every position, slowly to break-neck speed, gluttonous for each other. One evening she lay exhausted in my arms as we talked for two hours about our sexual histories and fantasies and romantic dreams. Around the beginning of the second hour, she said, “Yes, of course I did.”

“When?”

“In high school, in college. Three girls altogether.”

“What did you do?”

“We rubbed each other off, that’s all. [In a Valley Girl intonation:] ‘Slumber parties are fun.’ Especially with the sort of white girls I grew up around. Very wild, my parents would say. Very fun, I’d say. Ain’t middle class life wonderful?” We laughed. “And you?”

“Once, in Europe one summer. Same as you, just jerking each other off.”

“So I guess we do know we’re straight.”

“No, we know we’re bi.”

She laughed, “Okay, granted, but all I want is you.”

“Same here.”

After a week, she said, “Party tomorrow night with my four closest girlfriends. I hope you’re ready for it. They were eager to get to know you.”

“What should I wear?”

“An asbestos-lined suit with special armor for your privates. I suppose I should help you out, but really, you’ll be on your own. I’m gonna watch, see if you’re as good a match as you pretend to be. Got my favorite popcorn all picked out.”

“Damn, that’s cold.”

“You’ll need something cold to soothe the burns after they get through with you.”

We laughed and she knelt before me, “But don’t worry, you’ll always get this,” and before taking me into her she added, “So long as you always return the favor.”

We met the next night at her friend Jill’s apartment. I had met Jill before, a strong-willed woman, as well as two of the other women, Trudy and Wilma. The fourth, Diane, was a newer friend of Linda’s, and she seemed the most ferocious of the group. We sat and chatted about our new relationship in general terms, and then Trudy asked, “So, you like black women, don’t you?”

In a sudden attentive silence I thought for a second as all five watched me with eagle eyes, in increasing confusion about what to say. Thinking aloud seemed the best policy, so I said, “What do you mean by that?”

“How would you take it?”

“I could take it lots of ways. I like girls, for instance. That means they start my ignition just for being women. In that case, no, I don’t, particularly. You’re just like any other women. Maybe 5% turn my head, 10% interest me, the rest wouldn’t register just by looking. Just like women think of me—probably 95% of women wouldn’t ever give me more than the time of day, and that’s fine.”

Trudy smiled, “Okay, so you don’t like black women.”

“No, I didn’t say that either. For instance, do I like, say, my countrymen? People in my community? Yes, but that’s a different meaning. I…well, I think well of them unless I know they’re vile people. Sort of a default friendliness. Then yes, I guess I like black women in that way. You know, like any other people.”

Wilma and Diane chuckled as Trudy nodded, “Fair enough. For something off the cuff, anyway.”

The conversation continued along those lines for an hour, twisting and turning through politics, movies, books, and music, and finally Jill said, “Okay, I think it’s time for wine.”

“Where’s the facilities?” I asked.

Jill pointed down the hall and said, “On the left.”

When I came out, Linda was waiting for me. She whispered in my ear, “Good job. I think they like you fine now. Now out of my way; I’m about to burst.”

The party lasted another couple of hours, Linda’s friends seemingly taking turns in pairs to sit on each side of me, peppering me with questions while seeing how immune I was to the charms of their smiles and plunging cleavages; even if I hadn’t been taken I would have avoided anything suggestive, and Linda told me later that they all agreed their blandishments bounced off me like Teflon. Towards the end of the gathering, I went again to the bathroom, and when I came out Linda pulled me into a dark bedroom and said, “You have me so wet. Suck me.”

“But…”

“It’ll just take two minutes. I need it.”

I pushed her up against the wall and complied, and as she gasped in a massive orgasm two minutes later, the door opened, stayed open for ten seconds, and then closed quietly; Linda held my head firmly in place so that I couldn’t turn to see who had come in, and with an unnatural silence finished hard against my face. She lifted me to my feet, kissed my check, and said, “Now wash your face.”

“Who was it?”

She thought for a second, “Jill, I think. This being her bedroom and all.”

“So…”

“Not intentional. Totally unplanned. But everyone will know what a great boyfriend you are by the time you come back out,” she chuckled as I groaned. I went back to the bathroom, washed my face thoroughly with soap and water, and went into the living room, where the five sat quietly watching me with slight knowing smiles on their faces. I said nothing and sat down next to Linda, and normal conversation soon started again. After fifteen minutes Trudy, Wilma, and Diane got up to leave, and after we were alone Jill said, “Sorry to have interrupted you two.”

I blushed and said, “Sorry to have…used your bedroom…you know, for…well, a bedroom…but not ours.”

She laughed brightly and said, “Really, I can’t get up any feeling of upset at all that you were making a woman happy in there, especially that way. You can use it for that purpose any time you like.”

A few minutes later we left, and as we drove back to her house, Linda said, “Special treat tonight.” When we got there, she pulled me into the living room where a thick blanket and a big bottle of massage oil were waiting. We quickly undressed, and I massaged her thoroughly to a massive orgasm. She laid me down, returned the favor, and ended with my cock between her lubed breasts, spewing stream after stream all over them. She then wiped up with a towel and lay down and said coyly with a shy look on her face, “You did a good massage before, but you missed a hole,” and when we had finished, she sighed, “Okay, that was actually pretty good. I always wondered. We’ll have to practice. That was your first time too, right?”

I nodded in repletion, “Luckiest man in the world I am.”

“You are.” We washed up and went to bed for a leisurely sixty-nine, and slept late the next day.

Three days later after dinner, she said, “So, all the girls liked you. Trudy’s still a bit iffy, but the rest gave you a clean bill of health.”

“What did Trudy say?”

“She wants to make sure you really respect me. In every way.”

“What did you say?”

“I told her to trust my judgment.”

“Fair enough.”

She soon pulled me into her bedroom. We kissed deeply as we slowly undressed each other, and soon her full breasts filled my hands and mouth as her hips circled, her cunt already wet, and after pleasuring her breasts for several minutes I pushed her to sit on the edge of her bed and pushed her back, spreading her thighs, her labia fully flushed and open to my eyes.

She caressed my hair as I leaned in, spreading her lips so I could suck deeply, and soon she was fucking hard against my face. Even after her first climax I remained in place, licking lightly until she was ready again, and sucked her to two more secondary climaxes before the big one I always aimed for.

She pushed my face away and said, “Lie back on the bed.” I did so and she slowly mounted me. “It’s really tender there but I need this,” she said, and slowly worked herself above me into a frenzy. “You love me?”

“Forever.”

“Are you proud to be my lover?”

“Hell yes.”

“Even with my brown skin?”

“It’s gorgeous. To hell with anyone who doesn’t approve.”

“So you always wanted a black girlfriend, didn’t you?”

“No, not really. I told you that already. I was just lucky enough to find the best one.”

She beamed down on me as she continued grinding down on me. “It’s okay to admit it if you did.”

“But I didn’t.”

She looked into my eyes and smiled, “Well, I am very proud to have such a beautifully blond lover. I never thought either that…” and shrugged. “But now it’s perfect. —Are you getting close?”

“I can last a while.”

“You don’t need to last too long tonight. I only need a couple more minutes, and then you can come too.”

I thrust up harder and pulled her down on me by the hips, and she gasped and sped up her thrusts against me. I heard my cock squishing loudly inside her as we built to our mutual pleasure, and when her eyes closed and neck tightened in the signal I knew so well, I let loose and ravished upward into her belly. She squealed as the first wave of pleasure washed over her, and I held off long enough to count four more spasms of pleasure before coming deep inside her.

She finally slid off me and curled up in my arms on our right sides. After a minute she asked, “You’ll love me whatever I do, right?”

“Of course.”

“Anything?”

“Well, yes, I guess. Anything within reason.”

She chuckled and said, “Remember that,” and kissed me. She then said loudly, “Okay, Trudy, come out now.” The closet door slid further open and Trudy came out in blue jeans and a T-shirt. “See, I told you,” Linda added.

“Okay, you proved your case.”

I sat up and said, “What in the fuck is going on here?”

“Just proving my good judgment to a skeptic.”

“Fuck her skepticism. What the hell! This is private business.”

Trudy said, “It is. It’s not going any further.”

“Why the hell did it matter to you anyway?”

“Linda’s my friend.”

I sighed in exasperation, too surprised even to get properly angry. In confusion I said, “So what now?”

Linda said, “Now we get dressed and talk.”

Two minutes later Linda and I sat on the couch side by side; she smiled blissfully as I glared at something or other, my grimace relaxing when Trudy came in happily with a bottle of wine and three glasses. “I have no doubt you two are a perfect couple now,” she said, and we toasted.

“Couldn’t you have just hung around like a third wheel for a few days?”

“This was quicker. More exciting too. Listening to lovebirds talk is sickeningly sweet, but watching you two fuck was a sight to remember.”

As she and Linda chatted about what great sex it had been and we all got buzzed on wine, I thought about it and finally said, “So, you liked the show, did you?” She smiled and nodded happily. “Did it get you off?” Her smile wavered a little and finally she shook her head. “So you basically need to rub off before you go to sleep.”

After a minute she said, “What are you getting at?”

“You watched us. It’s our turn. Come on, we’ll even do it for you again. Whatever you want to see, we’ll do it for you, but you have to show us just how much you like it. Fair is fair.”

Linda looked at me and after a second smiled wickedly and said, “Yes, you owe us. Really, he’s right. It is only fair.”

With far too little argument and rather more alacrity than I would have suspected, she stood up and stripped for us, showing a body lighter than Linda’s and a little thinner, with medium firm breasts and a thick triangle of hair between firm thighs. She sat down and said, “Now go down on her. I love watching that. I can see why she loves seeing your hair between her thighs. You really seem to do a good job.”

We stripped and I knelt before Linda, spreading her thighs and leaning in to her newly wet gash. As I licked with every bit of expertise I could muster, I felt the couch shift as Trudy sat next to us to watch up close and personal, and after a few minutes I heard her say, “He must like it. Look how hard he’s gotten.” Linda was of course too close to do more than moan happily, and soon I felt her thighs squeeze tightly around my head as the couch squeaked like a scalded cat.

When she let me free, Trudy said, “Now make love to her. On the couch.”

“Then sit on the arm of the couch above us. Spread your thighs. Rub off for us. We want an appreciative audience.”

She gulped and then nodded, and as I entered Linda, Trudy’s left fingers spread her labia and her right index finger slowly circled her prominent clit. I looked down to see Linda’s head tilted back and her eyes devoured the sight above her. I thrust vigorously as we all three approached climax, and within five minutes Trudy had two fingers inside herself and her other hand rubbing her clit like a madwoman. Her climax came first, and she screamed as the sight of it pushed Linda over the edge. I pulled out just in the nick of time and crouched above Linda, erection jutting out toward Trudy, and Linda rose and said, “On the floor, love.”

I lay back as ordered and rejoiced as Linda settled on my cock, a mischievous look in her eyes I’d only seen a couple of times before, and she leaned back so that her cunt was exposed around my cock buried inside her almost to the hilt. I looked up to see Trudy move to sit close to my head as she stared at the junction of our bodies, her cunt soon kissing her fingers as she watched. Linda worked herself slowly, and soon Trudy was close again. Linda paused and said, “It’s a shame you never got eaten well, Trudy, Gertrude my friend; I know how jealous you were when you found out about us. You really want this, don’t you?”

Trudy nodded in a daze, and Linda said, “Well, his mouth is free right now. I’ll be using it later, but we shouldn’t let it go to waste.” She looked down at me, “Do you have any objections? Just between friends?”

“No, as long as it stays just friends.”

“Of course it will.”

With Trudy’s sudden “Hell yes,” I saw her cunt lower itself quickly into position, and as I sucked happily, I reached up to feel her body. Her breasts were as delightful as they had looked, her hips and waist as muscular, and soon I heard her moaning loudly as my tongue hit the spot. Linda leaned forward as Trudy’s hips jerked to and fro above me, and as she tensed toward orgasm I heard Linda say, “Yes, put your hands on my hips, lean forward, lean into me if you need to, now let yourself go.”

Trudy was breathing raggedly as her weight shifted forward, closing off my ears, and I reached up to find her hands on Linda’s waist; I reached further up to feel their breasts pressed together. Linda whispered, “Yes, suck on my neck, that feels so good,” and soon I felt her hand reach down Trudy’s belly toward her hairy triangle. Soon her fingers were competing with my tongue to pleasure Trudy’s cunt, and suddenly Trudy boiled over and ground herself hard on my tongue and two of Linda’s fingers inside her.

Linda then rose off me and pulled Trudy up to let me out, and I heard her say, “I thought you might be interested in that. Come here,” and pulled Trudy’s willing hand to her snatch. “Your turn.” Trudy caressed her cunt with increasing ease as Linda spread wide for her, and she moaned to me, “Take her from behind.”

Trudy smiled over her shoulder at me as I positioned myself behind her, and then as I slowly entered her she returned her attention to Linda, kissing down from her lips to her breasts as she stroked steadily inside her. After two minutes with Trudy at her breasts, Linda said, “You do realize that you’re fucking my boyfriend. You know what that costs.” She reached up to push her head down, and Trudy willingly licked down her belly to her cunt, where she gave a few tentative licks until Linda pushed her down to face her business squarely. After her initial hesitation, Trudy set to with gusto, sucking and finger-fucking eagerly. Linda fell back and closed her eyes as her excitement rose quickly, and soon she clamped her thighs down on Trudy’s head and held her firmly in place as she fucked her face with abandon, screaming as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her.

The sight of her pleasure pushed me over the edge, and I screamed as I pounded Trudy like a jackhammer. Soon I flooded her tunnel with my juice, and when I pulled away Trudy said, “I’m on the edge. Return the favor.” Linda smiled and raised her to her knees, then pushed her back and lay on the floor between her thighs. Trudy’s hips circled as Linda stared happily down at the open vulva in front of her, and finally gave in to Trudy’s entreaties and leaned in and started licking around her lips, getting a feel for the territory. Trudy whispered, “Just your lips, not your fingers,” and smiled at me as she settled into a rhythm and said, “Come here.” I stood before her, hardening at the beauty of her body and the intensity of seeing Linda devouring her, and she leaned over and took the head of my cock into her mouth, circling it expertly with her tongue as she stroked me into full hardness.

We came together, my fluids draining into her mouth as hers drained into Linda’s, and I sat down in exhaustion as they two kissed and caressed each other. I was done for the evening, and watched tiredly as they settled into a sixty-nine, moving around to see tongue on lips here, then there, comparing techniques and responses, and closely observing a last climax from each. We then went to bed and curled up happily, taking turns in the middle as each of us got up to use the facilities.

After an hour, Linda asked, “You’ve never done that before?”

“No, never.”

“Not even petting at sleepovers?”

“No. I never even practiced kissing that way like some girls did.”

“Did you like it?”

“It was…different. I’m not sure what I think.”

“You liked it though?”

“Yes…and no. I’m not sure.”

“I liked it.”

I added, “So did I.”

Trudy laughed, “Of course you did. Men are dogs. Two beautiful black women. It’s like a teenage dream in a bad case of jungle fever.”

I frowned as Linda said, “Hey now, play nice.”

“I’m sorry, but that really bothers me.”

“More than eating my pussy?”

Trudy smiled, “Well, maybe. No. Yes. Maybe.”

“It’s only for tonight then. Say it was just the wine if you need to. Just curl up with us and relax.”

We fell asleep in another hour or so. The next morning I took both of them to breakfast, and as she was leaving, Trudy said, “Last night was memorable. I don’t think I’ll repeat it. In fact, I don’t think I’ll come by again. I’m sorry.”

A month later Linda and I were drinking a bottle of wine when a knock came at the door. Linda opened it to find Trudy standing there with another bottle of wine and box of candy. She smiled sheepishly, “Hi. Can I come in?”

“Of course.”

She sat down on the floor next to us on the couch and said, “Peace offering. Friends?”

“Yes, always.”

“I’m sorry about that, but…it was not just the one thing that bothered me, or even the two things. There was the whole change in our relationship. It was like cheating with a girlfriend’s boyfriend, and a friend’s girlfriend at the same time, when I wasn’t even ready for that part. And too much drama. All three of us. I was sure it would explode. Sorry.”

“Don’t be. It was just for that night.”

After a pause she said, “It needn’t be.”

Linda and I looked at each other and back at her. I asked, “What do you mean?”

“Well, I’m not seeing anyone, and I have needs. Real needs. And now every time I satisfy them, I think of you two. One of you or the other or both. And I’ve accepted that now. Of course, sleeping with another couple helped.”

We looked at each other again and back at her smile. “An old college friend and her husband. Both white, so I licked that problem too. But I didn’t like it like I did with you two. With them it was mechanical. You two were fun. Alive. So…”

We reached down and lifted her to sit between us and undressed her as she luxuriated in the attention. Soon Linda had sunk to her knees and buried herself between Trudy’s thighs; Trudy pulled my cock to her and smiled coyly, “You taste better than him too. I think he eats a pound of asparagus for lunch every day.” We laughed and she started suckling at my head, soon working half my shaft inside her mouth. We both came quickly, and after she swallowed my seed she pushed Linda away and started pleasuring her with gusto. “Damn, Tru, you must have had a good teacher.”

She chuckled, “Wild middle-class white girls. They’ll do anything, won’t they?” We all laughed and she returned to sucking Linda into paradise. Linda soon came and Trudy said, “But you know, there’s something we didn’t do.” She looked at me. “Come here, lover, ride me good.” She lay back and held me as I rose above her, and she cooed happily as I entered her. “Gives a whole new meaning to ‘plain vanilla,’” she chuckled, and looked up at me until Linda came over and settled on her face. She rode Trudy’s face as she pulled my head in to join in the team effort, and I licked her clit as Trudy licked her lips and tongue-fucked her. She came quickly and collapsed on the floor, and Trudy pulled my mouth to hers and kissed me passionately as we pounded away against each other, building to a massive climax that drained us.

After catching our breath, we sat together on the couch, Trudy in the middle, and she purred, “Even better than the first time. Of course, you know, when I do get a boyfriend again, just think of the fun we’ll have!”