Their shared and thorough shower after the previous night’s sexual escapades had almost led to another romp, except they were both a little sore and worn out.

Amy had proved beyond a shadow of a doubt that she was none the worse for wear the next morning.  This time, she’d awakened first, and had her chance to wake him up with a blowjob, followed by riding him to two orgasms, and then a creampie.

After another shared shower and breakfast, he rinsed the dishes and turned to see her responding to a message with a worried look.

“Everything okay?” he asked.

Amy finished typing, took a deep breath, and nodded.  “It’s Melanie.  She had another bad date last night.  It was a second date, and she’s not taking it well.  I should go talk to her.”

“Of course.  Do you need anything?”

“A kiss?”

James was just fine with that.

As their lips parted, she asked, “Sure it’s okay?  Be honest.”  She raised a finger and waved it back and forth, pointing at both of them.  “If this is a thing...  It feels like a thing.”

“It feels like a thing,” he agreed with a smile.

She smiled back.  “Then how you feel matters.”

“How I feel is that if a friend needs you – you go.  Doesn’t matter if it’s across the country, or down two floors.  Anyone who cares for you should understand that and be right there to support you, if you need it.”

Amy shuddered, whimpered, and leaned in for another kiss.

Her hand still on his cheek, she whispered, “God, I hope this isn’t a deal-breaker.”  She then leaned back and asked, “What if we’re both situationally bi, and we’ve had sex?  A lot.”

His brow furrowed, and he asked, “Situationally bi?”

“Sexually, but not romantically attracted to other women, and nothing really happens unless it’s someone we know really well and trust,” she explained.  “And there’s a chance it might happen.”

Her voice went up as if the last sentence was a question.  James thought about it for a couple of moments, and then said, “I know this is a serious double-standard, but that doesn’t really bother me.  If it was a guy, I don’t think I could handle that.  You say it’s not romantic?”

Amy shook her head.  “She’s probably my best friend, and she turns me on, but there’s no spark there that way.  You’re sure?  If you’re even the tiniest bit hesitant, it’s off the table.  I mean that.”

He only felt more confident about it as they spoke.  “Positive.”  He chuckled.  “As long as I’m being honest, it’s kind of hot.”

Amy’s eyes lit up, and she grinned.  “So, if I come back and kiss you, and you can taste her pussy on my lips, you’d be okay with that?”

He was more than okay with it.  It had been long enough since their last romp that his cock started hardening from the thought.  He nodded.

Amy moaned.  “I’d much rather bring her up here and share her with you.”  When his eyes widened, she asked, “Have you never had a threesome?”

He shook his head.  “The idea came up a couple of times, but it never happened.”

“I’ll see what I can do.  What I really think she needs is this.”  Amy reached between his legs, and she gasped when she found him hard – corroborating what he’d said.  “A reminder that there’s still good men and great sex out there.  No promises, though.  She’s really down right now.”

“I get it.”

“I hope you do,” she said suggestively.  “The thought of watching you fuck her is making me so wet right now.”

“God, Amy,” he groaned as she squeezed his erection through his jeans.

Amy moaned, and let go of his cock.  “I should go, or I’m not making it down there any time soon.”

She slipped a hand behind his neck and pulled him down into a brief, but hungry kiss.  She sighed once she broke away from the kiss, and picked up her phone from the counter.

“You can always text me some moral support if you want to,” she suggested.

“And you can tell me if you need a little extra.”

Amy smiled, and then made her way to her purse.

He sighed as well when the door closed behind her.  Almost instantly, the apartment felt empty – like something was missing.

“I am so fired,” he muttered to himself, and then chuckled.

One easy way to distract himself was to deal with the laundry, so he gathered up the bedclothes he’d stripped off after the morning adventure and got to work.  He busied himself with a couple of other small tasks – tidying the house – and then picked up his phone.

“Here if you need me,” he typed, and sent it to Amy.  As he walked toward the bedroom to fetch his tablet, she responded with a kissing emoji.

He would ordinarily take a morning run, but the last several days had been anything but ordinary.  None of the shorts he usually wore to run held onto his phone very well, and he didn’t want to leave it behind, so he decided to catch up on something else that had taken a back seat to spending time with Amy.

James had several gym patrons he guided in their fitness journey.  He didn’t consider himself a trainer or a mentor, but he offered nutritional and exercise advice to a few who had requested it.  He’d only checked their posts during downtime at the gym the last couple of days, so he took a more leisurely scroll on his tablet.  After liking a few photos and making a few comments, one new photo from the day before made him smile and nod approvingly.

Trace was as much a friend as a patron.  They’d met at the gym as Trace was finalizing his divorce.  Suffice to say, he wasn’t the one who asked for it, and he was in a bad place when they met.  James was in a similar situation, having just ended a two-year relationship, so they had something in common, and had hit it off.

It had taken a few months, but Trace had fallen into his fitness routine, and seeing the results of that gradually cracked his melancholy.  The new picture was of him shirtless, showing off his hard-won physique, and he was wearing a big, bright smile.

James left a comment, “Ripped, bro!”  He wasn’t the only one.  Most of the people he guided followed each other, so there were plenty of responses.

A minute or so later, he got a private response from Trace, “Thanks to you.”

James typed, “All you, bro.  You put in the work.”

“Well, if you won’t take credit for that, then how about this?  Went out to the bar last night for a few hours with Wayne.”

“Good time?”

“Still got no game, but yes.  Got up the nerve to approach this gorgeous redhead.  No luck.  Showed me her wedding ring, but I survived the attempt, and she was nice about it.”

“Only a matter of time.  Bet you missed more than the wedding ring.”

“Wayne said I completely whiffed on a brunette who had been watching us all night.  Headed back tonight.”

“Good luck, bro!”

“Thanks, my man.”

“Welcome.”

That exchange helped take some of the edge off missing Amy.  He scrolled for a few more minutes, transferred the laundry from the washer to the dryer, and smiled as a text arrived from Amy.

“Think this was as much a ploy to find out more about what’s been keeping me busy as anything.  I’ve been telling her, and it’s getting her hot.  Last chance to say you’re not okay with us getting busy, before she starts tearing my clothes off.”

He had to adjust his stiffening erection upon reading it, so he responded, “Can’t wait to hear about it.”

“Wish you were here.”

His throbbing cock certainly shared that sentiment.

****

James smiled as Amy walked in the door about an hour later, true to her text sent just prior.  She quickly crossed the room and kissed him hard.

“So...” he asked when their lips parted.

“You don’t know how hard I tried to come back with my face still all covered in pussy juice, but she wouldn’t have it,” Amy replied, and then giggled.  “It almost didn’t happen, because she was worried about messing up things with you.  Then I showed her your message.”

“So glad I sent that.”

“Me too.  It’s been a while, and I was hungry for some pussy.  I had her crawling up the wall trying to get away from me because she couldn’t breathe from coming so many times.”

“I hope she returned the favor?”

Amy moaned, and nodded.  “I think she was hungry too.”  She let out another, far louder moan when she reached between his legs and found him hard.  “I tried to get her to come up and play with both of us, but she was too nervous.”

He squeezed her ass and said, “Well, I guess we’ll just have to play by ourselves.”

“Or...” Amy said, and then paused.  “I convinced her to come to the gym with me tonight.  I never got around to mentioning that’s where I met you.  As soon as she sees you all yummy, and pumped, and sweaty, she’s not going to be able to resist.”

James groaned, because she was still squeezing and stroking his erection through his pants.

“And I want you to have a nice big load for us when that happens.”

“If.  Don’t get too ahead of yourself.”

“Oh, it’s going to happen – I know it.”  Her eyes suddenly widened, and she said, “Oh!  I’ve never even showed you a picture.”

Amy retrieved her phone from her purse, tapped, swiped, and then turned the screen toward him.  The picture showed a gorgeous, strawberry blonde about Amy’s age with a nice tight body and breasts almost as big as her friend’s.  The two were posing for a selfie at what looked like a backyard house party.  They were dressed – or rather barely dressed – to kill.

Amy said, “You can say she’s hot, because she is.”

“She’s hot,” he agreed.

“Bet you can’t wait to slide this big, hard cock into her tight little pussy, can you?  I know I can’t wait to watch and lick her while you do it.”

James shuddered and growled.  “But apparently, I have to.”

Amy affected a pout and nodded.  She then said, “There’s something I’m craving almost as much as that.  Pizza.  And I know just the place.”

My job and my diet are both goners, he thought.  Despite that, he was smiling like a fool, and said, “Lead the way.”

****

James spent a lot more time behind the counter than usual that night at work, because he was a little self-conscious in the outfit Amy had picked out for him.  The shorts and muscle shirt he was wearing were a couple of years old, and he’d put on a few pounds of muscle since then.

Thankfully, Sunday was a slow day, and the place was cleared out a half an hour before Amy and Melanie walked in the door at closing.  As best as he could guess, Amy hadn’t yet revealed he was who she was seeing, so he coded a visitor pass to Amy’s card and scanned it as he would have for any premier member.  The two lithe, lycra-clad women then headed for the treadmills.

Locking up and concentrating on his workout proved not so easy with the two gorgeous women in the gym, and the knowledge of Amy’s plans for the evening.

He wasn’t sure of the exact moment when Amy revealed him to her friend, but he realized Melanie’s eyes were frequently falling on him about halfway through his leg-presses.  Any time he glanced toward the two women, he either caught her looking at him, whispering to Amy, or quickly looking away.

When the pair approached him sitting on the bench and hydrating after finishing his final set, Melanie seemed unable to resist the urge to glance at his crotch.  He heard her gasp a moment later, though she did her best to stifle it.

Amy licked her lips and twitched her eyebrows as she followed her friend to the showers.

There was no avoiding the thoughts of what Amy wanted to happen that night as he entered the locker area, even though he was cautioning himself not to get his hopes up, as he had suggested to her earlier.  By the time he finished undressing for his shower, he was rock hard.

He kept glancing toward the doorway as he showered, so he wasn’t really surprised when the two women appeared there as he shut the water off.

Melanie’s eyes shot wide open and locked on his erection as Amy held her hand and led her toward him.  Melanie was a few inches taller than Amy, and her breasts were indeed slightly smaller.  Their rosy pink nipples were more or less identical, though.  The strawberry blonde – whose hair looked redder because it was wet – had no such adornment on her mound.  It was smooth and bare.

A few steps away, Melanie seemed to come out of a trance, and looked away from his cock with color rapidly filling her cheeks.

Once they were standing in front of him, Amy cheekily said, “James, this is my friend Melanie.  Melanie, James.”  She then took the hand she was holding, and pressed it against his hard cock.

Melanie whimpered as he throbbed against the back of her hand.

She looked at her hand – and his cock – and made no effort to resist as Amy released it, turned it, and molded her fingers around him.  With his cock in hand, she looked up at him with an expression of nervous awe.

Amy quickly moved behind him, pushing him closer to her.  He likewise made no effort to stop her when she took his wrist, and guided his hand to her friend’s taut left buttock.

In a soft, and sultry voice that still seemed to fill the tiled room, Amy said, “I want this.  He wants this.  I know you want this.  So, say yes.”

Melanie drew in a deep, shuddering breath, and then squeezed his cock tighter while nodding.

“Mmm-hmm-mmm,” Amy moaned.  She then stepped around him and grasped her friend’s other hand.  “Then let’s go get dressed, so we can get back to his place and get undressed again.”

Melanie held onto his cock for a moment despite Amy tugging on her other hand.  Every ounce of nervousness vanished from her expression – replaced by pure, unbridled lust – by the time she released him.

He couldn’t help but watch them go – two perfect asses swaying sexily.  At the doorway, Melanie looked over her shoulder and moaned.

“Eyes front. Goals,” Amy playfully ordered as she dragged her friend out of sight.

He dried off and dressed quickly.  For once, he beat Amy to the front of the gym, and had the last few lights turned off by the time the pair emerged.

A distinct image of two lionesses coming to devour him flashed through his head, conjured up by the hungry looks of the two women.

“Don’t make us wait,” Amy said breathlessly as she passed by him on the way out the door.

Despite the hot lust coursing through him, he had to chuckle when Amy’s tires barked and the car hurtled out of the lot the moment she finished reversing out of her parking spot.  Hoping he wouldn’t have to wait for a traffic stop, he locked up the gym and broke into a jog toward home.

They must have caught all the lights, because he saw Amy’s car when he reached the parking lot, but no sign of the girls.  The same held true in the lobby, at the elevators, and on his floor.

He opened his apartment door to a scattered trail of clothing and Amy yelping from the bedroom.  He dropped his bag, ditched his shoes, and made a beeline for the source of that sound.

James growled as he beheld the wonder on his bed.  Melanie’s ass was high in the air, and she had her face buried between Amy’s legs.  He could hear the blonde moaning between the gasps her tongue was causing.  Amy’s fingers were intertwined in her friend’s hair.

“Clothes ah-off!” Amy ordered, the last word turning into a barely articulate squeal.

His shirt was already sliding over his head before the squeal faded.  The rest of his clothing hit the floor in short order.

Melanie’s head started to turn toward him as he put a knee on the bed, but Amy nipped that in the bud.  The hands and fingers on the back of the blonde’s head quickly redirected her to the task at hand.

“Make me come, and then that cock’s all yours,” Amy said with an unexpected note of authority in her voice.

It felt right, so he moved in and kissed Amy as a sign that she was his priority, even with another woman in the bed.  Her soft moan he took as approval of that gesture.  The gasp that followed he assumed Melanie was responsible for.

“God, she looks so good face down in my pussy, doesn’t she?” Amy asked as he leaned back from the kiss.

James turned his head, and it was hard to disagree, so he hummed an acknowledgment.  The blonde’s ass swayed almost imperceptibly as she lapped Amy’s pussy.  Sitting up a little straighter, he could see Melanie’s tongue flickering over the brunette’s folds.

Amy – a little breathlessly – said, “As soon as she makes me come, you can kiss her and taste me on her lips.  Then I want you to lick her until she screams, fuck her until she can’t see straight, and fill her full of cum.”

A whimper arose from between Amy’s legs.  A moment later, Amy’s eyes widened; she sucked in a hard breath, and let it out as a scream.

“Good, baby?” he asked while cupping her breast, squeezing, and lightly pinching her nipple.

Amy chuckled, though the sound was broken by gasps.  “She... Whoo!  She knows my pussy so well.  Mmm!”

James turned, switched hands, and leaned toward Melanie for a better view.  He quickly found himself enthralled by the novelty of watching a woman pleasure another.  He’d watched his share of lesbian porn, of course, but it was a pale shadow of the real thing.

It was so much more intimate.  There was genuine passion in Melanie’s eyes whenever she looked up at Amy.  When the two women made eye contact, it was as if there was electricity in the air.  Melanie wasn’t acting for the camera.  She was savoring every drop of Amy’s juices, and putting her tongue right where it needed to be to make her friend twitch and whimper.

Melanie’s tongue flickered over Amy’s hood, and then she parted her lips wide to draw in the brunette’s clit, along with a generous portion of her nether lips.  Amy cried out, and her back arched.  He could hear the faint rushes of air as the blonde sucked – the sound mingling with Amy’s whimpers.

Melanie moved with the same sort of fluid grace as Amy.  Every shift of her head was subtle, but deliberate.  There was something deeply, inherently sexy about the way she pushed an errant strand of strawberry-blonde back behind her ear before slipping her tongue beneath Amy’s hood to make her friend yelp and lurch.

All the while, a significant portion of his pleasure came from knowing how much pleasure Amy was experiencing.

The blonde’s tongue paused for a moment; she moaned, and said, “You’re so wet.  You’re dripping.”

“Mmm hmm,” Amy responded.  “You are, too.  Aren’t you?”

“Mmm hmm,” Melanie echoed her friend with Amy’s clit between her lips.

Amy tugged on the hand that was still fondling her breast and said, “S-see if she’s telling the truth, baby.  Touch her.  Make her a-ache for more.”

He was quick to obey.

James scooted toward where the two women were joined in mutual delight, and lifted a hand to the curve of Melanie’s beautiful bottom.  Her buttocks tensed as his hand glided over her skin – his pinky brushing the cleft between the hemispheres.  She whimpered into Amy’s folds when the tip of his fingers touched her nether lips, and then again as they slipped between.

She wasn’t lying.  She was soaking wet.  His cock throbbed like mad as his fingers pushed into Melanie’s canal, and she sucked in a sharp gasp.  Deeper and deeper they went, until the digits were completely enfolded in her tight young pussy.

“Show me,” Amy demanded in a husky voice.

Melanie’s back arched even more as he pulled his fingers from her clinging embrace, and she groaned.  He held his arm out where Amy could see his fingers, which were coated in her friend’s nectar.  A drop was even curling over his knuckle in preparation to slide down the back of his hand.

James smiled when Amy beckoned him with a jerky wave of one hand.  Her face was already blushing red, and her breaths were quick, panting bursts.  He scooted to her side – keeping his wet fingers held up.  There was no need for any further instruction when she pushed upward on his elbow.  He lifted his fingers to his lips.

The tang of the blonde’s juices and the scent of her musk gave him chills.  He moaned as he sucked his fingers clean.  She tasted just as delicious as Amy, but with subtle novelties to the flavor.  Once again, Amy silently instructed him by tugging on the crook of his elbow with her fingertips.

James purposely made a slurping sound as he pulled his fingers out of his mouth.  He then held his hand down to Amy.  She turned it as she pulled it toward her, and then licked up the drop that had indeed traced a glistening trail down the back of his hand.

“She tastes so good, doesn’t she?” Amy said in a voice husky with rising pleasure.

“Mmm hmm,” he agreed while turning his attention back to her breasts.

Her back arched and her voice jumped an octave when she said, “You’ll get a better taste soon.”

A moment later, she yelped in concert with Melanie growling into her folds and bearing down.  The blonde had Amy’s clit sucked into her mouth, and she shook her head while undoubtedly lashing it with her tongue as well.

Amy’s fingers tightened in her friend’s hair, while the other hand squeezed her left breast hard.  She cried out, and the hand that had been mauling her breast slammed into the mattress, where it curled into a claw.  Her sexy writhing transformed into thrashing, and she cried out repeatedly to the ceiling above.

James half-growled, “Come for her,” as he saw the deepening red and tight expression of his lover’s face.

“Oh god!” Amy screamed.  Her back arched, grinding her pussy against Melanie’s face while her hand pressed down as well.  Her back bucked a few times, each coinciding with a cry of almost painful pleasure.  Then she erupted in a shriek – and into orgasm.

 Melanie held on tight and kept her friend’s clit in her mouth as Amy’s throes took over her body.

While he’d seen her come many times in the last few days, he’d never seen anyone else bring her to a state of rapture, and he found it absolutely fascinating.  Absent any attention stolen by his own rise toward – or fight against – orgasm, he was able to dwell on the sight of her muscles contracting beneath her smooth skin.  The look of pain that wasn’t pain on her bright red face likewise revealed subtle twitches of her muscles as her head thrashed from the orgasmic energy coursing through her.

James absorbed all the new and beautiful signs of her ecstasy, which he had ample opportunity to do, because Melanie was relentless.  The blonde had latched on like a puppy worrying a toy, and even her friend’s violent lurching couldn’t dislodge her. 

On and on it went, until Amy was reduced to weak, boneless flailing, and ragged gasps for air.  Only then did Melanie rise from between Amy’s legs with a smugly satisfied look on her face – which was smeared and glistening with Amy’s pussy cream.

The blonde sat back on her shapely bottom, stretched one hand out behind her for balance, looked at James, and licked her lips.

Amy lay limp, twitching, and panting.

James leaned off the bed and grasped one of the small towels from the bottom shelf of her bedside table.  He then used it to daub at the sweat on Amy’s brow as his gorgeous lover slowly settled to earth from her climax.

A quiet moan caused him to glance toward Melanie.  Her eyes were fixed on his stiff manhood, and a hand between her legs was slowly wriggling to tame the heat there.

As Amy’s breathing had slowed somewhat, and her brow was free of beading sweat, he put down the towel, and twisted at the waist, intending to fetch her water.

“Nuh-uh,” she protested.  When he stopped and cupped her cheek in his hand, she lifted a trembling hand from the bed – though her wrist remained on the mattress.  She pointed and muttered, “K-kiss.”

Melanie gasped as he turned toward her.  Her eyes lifted from his manhood and met his.  They were filled with acute need and anticipation.

Seeing that and hearing Amy moan in approval was all he needed for his own passion to rise to match.