of the corner of my eye, I watched Sasha in turn stretch out her hand to fish around in the drawer of the bedside cabinet, pull out a rubber and slip it between Chloe’s finger and thumb. It was a practised move.
They’ve done this before.
It was now Sasha’s turn to lean on an elbow and watch, her other hand between her thighs.
Chloe brought the packet up to her mouth and ripped the corner of the wrapper away with her teeth. With a deft hand she pulled out the condom and placed it between her lips, and this time dropped her eyes. Her hands ran gently down my dick, guiding it into her mouth at the very same time as she drew her mouth up the shaft.
Oh God, yes.
I closed my eyes to both savour and withstand the breakers. My eyes jarred open in shock a moment later. I was losing it. Again.
No, it can’t do this to me. It can’t get worse.
Chloe was doing her utmost to tantalise me. I willed my dick to harden.
What’s wrong with me? With these two and I can’t keep in shape? Of course I’m not gay. Am I? No. No. So what the fuck’s going on? This ain’t supposed to happen. What do I have to DO? God Almighty. Work, damn it.
My dick wasn’t listening to a word of it.
Chloe pulled away, and shot a glance at her lover. They were looking at each other, but not in a good way. I sat there feeling completely deflated.
‘Is everything all right?’ said Sasha.
I braced myself and lied through my teeth. ‘Oh, it’s fine, it’s fine.’ Then bashfully I looked at both of them sitting there, and decided to admit defeat.
‘Look, my dick’s not working for anyone. You two are just too good.’
They smiled back at me and said nothing. My words hung in the air.
‘Would you like another drink?’ Chloe asked, and shifted off the bed to collect the bottle and our glasses.
‘Thanks, love,’ replied Sasha.
‘Yes, please, that’d be nice,’ I said.
I watched the golden elixir fill my glass.
‘Cheers,’ we said, almost in unison, and sunk one and then another.
Whether it was the alcohol, or just that I’d got the worst out of the way, I couldn’t be sure, but my whole—yes, whole—body felt like it was back in the swing of things.
Welcome back.
My prick and I were back on speaking terms.
Sasha pulled herself across the bed towards me and nuzzled my neck, and then we kissed and I could taste the champagne sweetness on her lips and in her mouth. The flute slipped out of my hand. I held her in my arms and savoured her sculpted athletic plains and then laid her down on the bed and rammed into her. Hard into hard. Chloe stretched herself alongside us and watched as she stroked her girlfriend’s arm.
‘Sash…’ she breathed.
As I rode her, Sasha turned her head towards Chloe, and her face was lost behind the blonde curtain of her lover’s hair as they kissed. When I relaxed into Sasha’s arms, Chloe in turn twisted a lock of hair behind her ear and turned her profile to me, and our lips met and my tongue entered her mouth even as I remained inside Sasha.
I felt my way. My right hand journeyed across Chloe’s soft belly and slipped around the curve of her waist. My left hand cradled the weight of Sasha’s right breast, and then swept up to her neck where I let my thumb stroke her throat. Her head was stretched back deep into the pillow, and I could have sworn she purred.
Nothing was said. As I drew myself away from Sasha, Chloe’s hand pushed into my chest and forced me onto my back. I’d barely had a chance to work out where she was going with this before her clasped hands ran a condom down my cock and I willed myself not to come just yet, and she straddled me. Sasha’s hands gripped my jaw, and she thrust her tongue into my mouth.
Chloe orgasmed first, her back arching and both her hands clawed into the back of my legs, my own hands clasping her breasts as she leaned back with the ecstasy and screeched into the night.
Chloe caught her breath and threw Sasha an evil leer and they immediately swapped places. Chloe’s melting softness and Sasha’s angular beauty had fluidly become one and my body could no longer tell the difference. Or wanted to. My nervousness had long fled and the newness of sleeping with two girls together had fallen away. My eyes were wide open and I was completely awake, not believing my fucking luck. Sasha and I climaxed simultaneously.
We took a breather, but the bottle of champagne was almost empty. Chloe climbed off the bed: ‘It’s okay. I’ll go and get some more. I’ll refill the ice bucket too,’ she said, picking it up and swishing it round. ‘It’s all water.’
She left the room. Sasha got off the bed and busied herself collecting our glasses from around the room and placed them on a scarlet lacquered chest of drawers ready for Chloe’s return. I kept quiet and observed her, presuming things would get going again then too.
Sasha turned and looked directly at me.
‘Come here, Luke.’ It was a gentle request but it took me unawares. Yet I found myself standing as she spoke. I stepped towards her, mesmerised.
She’s truly stunning.
I stood there and let her hands play over my chest, exploring. Her fingers traced a trail of pleasure. I stroked her fringe away from her forehead and kissed it, and she leaned back her head and I kissed her mouth and she kissed right back.
‘Hey, you two.’ Chloe’s words bit into the moment as she entered the bedroom and set the ice bucket down.
I turned on my heel taking Sasha with me, so both of us were now facing Chloe. My arms were wrapped around Sasha’s waist, and my chin nestled on her shoulder. Chloe’s face was lit up, and she was holding out two filled champagne flutes. We both took one.
‘Thanks,’ we said.
Chloe picked hers up, and we raised our glasses.
‘To one hell of a night!’ I grinned.
‘I know what I want to do next,’ giggled Chloe.
‘Yeah, do it,’ nodded Sasha beside me. ‘You’ve always wanted to.’
I sensed a conspiracy. I turned my head to look at Sasha, who looked full of deep warmth for her girlfriend. I looked back at Chloe. She looked even more of a dream.
‘’What is it?’
The night had turned and I felt up for anything.
Sasha unlinked herself from me and went to the curtain and began pulling at its cord even as Chloe spoke.
‘I’ve always wanted to make love to a man on the balcony, looking at the bridge and the river.’
‘Consider it done. And Sasha? You want it too?’
She unlocked the glass door and opened it. The blast of cold air was refreshing against the bedroom’s closed-in warmth.
‘No, I’m just happy to watch. It’s more Chloe’s fantasy than mine.’
Fantasy? Okay, I’ll give her fantasy.
I took Chloe in my arms, and lifted her up so I was cradling her.
She squealed. ‘What are you doing? Put me down!’
‘I’m carrying you over the threshold, of course. We’ve got to do this right.’
I stepped out onto the balcony, and the dark and the view hit me.
‘Wow.’
Chloe