It's a Friday night and you find yourself at your friend’s house to celebrate her boyfriend’s birthday. You got held up arriving, so you show up later than everyone else. Naturally, this means that everyone else is properly drunk by now. What’s worse is that these drunkards will insist on having you join them on their level as quickly as possible.

---

The moment you walk in, your host directs you to the chaos of bottles and red plastic cups on the countertop. Despite this being a house party, she’s all dolled up from head to toe for the occasion. She dons a navy blue cocktail dress with white polka dots. The red bow holding back her platinum blonde hair matches the ribbon cinched around her little waist that accentuates the full curves she wears on the rest of her body. Essentially, she’s a pin-up girl embodied.

You toss some half-melted ice from the kitchen counter into your party cup, and pour a nondescript whiskey over the cubes. As you are taking your first sip of this drink that has that bittersweet aroma of high school, a girl you don’t know insists you take a swig from her flask. You go, girl.

Your mood escalates quickly. The madness of your week melts away as the whiskey warms your belly and hazes your thoughts. You find yourself watching as your friend steals a kiss from the birthday boy. She notices your smile before you can look away and flashes you a fun, flirty glance as she does.

She is an undeniably pretty girl, typically done up in bright colours and cocktail dresses, with impeccable skills when it comes to painting on her face. Her man is a rough-around-the-edges, beer-and-whiskey kind of guy whose wardrobe is primarily jeans and flannel shirts. You never really understood how they got together in the first place, but it seems to work for them.

Although she is a good friend, you don’t know him very well. That said, you tend to gravitate towards one if not both of them throughout the night because virtually all of the rest of the crew are complete strangers to you. You think you hear her say something about going upstairs later, but the music is too loud. Plus, let’s face it – you’re drunk. You’re probably just hearing things.

---

Time flits by without you noticing. All of a sudden, you realize that many of the people who were there when you arrived had either disappeared or passed out. Your friend says that you can crash there at her place for the night. She whispers something into her boyfriend’s ear and winks at you. You gesture a cheers in her direction with your cup and glance around the room. Before long, everyone says their slurry goodbyes and takes their leave.

The three of you are sitting in the living room together, awkwardly continuing to drink just for the sake of drinking. Your friend is getting increasingly affectionate with her boyfriend, but doesn’t seem to want you to leave. In fact, she seems to be encouraging you to stay.

For whatever reason, you’re okay with this. Almost excited. One part of you sloughs the whole thing off – Yeah, right, like we’re going to have a spontaneous threesome tonight. Sure. 

However, your other more brazen, less inhibited side – Thanks, Alcohol – wants to see how far this can go.

You feel comfortable with this friend. Her being a little handsy isn’t out of character for her. But the vibe tonight is unquestionably different and the sexual tension in the room is thicker than butter.

Still no one has said anything explicitly, but the allusions and innuendo are weighing more and more heavily towards the three of you going to bed together. You don’t want things to get weird with your friend, but you feel your liquid confidence take hold – you’re drunk and kind of don’t give a fuck. What have you got to lose?

You’re not sure how it escalates from there, but for some reason you think it would be funny to tease her boyfriend by kissing her in front of him. She giggles approvingly, clearly pleased that you’ve finally taken the hint.

You go upstairs to use the bathroom. They’re already in the bedroom when you re-emerge and your friend invites to you join them in the darkness.

---

Once on the bed, she takes the lead. She moves in slowly towards you, looks back at her boyfriend for a moment, and kisses you softly on the lips. You start by making out with her. He is almost instantly hard. She kisses him. She kisses you again. She invites you guys to kiss each other. You realize she’s already in her underwear. She looks like a goddamn porn star.

You take off your own top. You help him remove his dumb plaid shirt. But you hold back to let her pilot you through this experience. It is her boyfriend after all, and you know that she can be pretty fierce and protective, especially when it comes to her man.

She teases him with her hands and her mouth through his boxers. He runs his hand through your hair. You look down as she shimmies his boxers right off his body and his erection springs back to point up at you. You’re a little shy at first, but your friend gives you a reassuring look. “It’s okay. Go for it.”

You place your hand gingerly on his solid cock. He’s circumcised, which pleases you. Decently endowed, too. Not a mammoth dick, by any means, but you can certainly have fun with this. You take him into your mouth, and before long, she comes down to join you. You feel her cheek brush against yours as you’re both licking his shaft. You let her take over sucking him. As you move to lick his hairless balls, you place your hand on his bare chest and feel him fall back into his pillow throne.

You both get up on to your knees, making out in front of him again. You fiddle behind her back with one hand to release the clasp of her bra and wonder why so many guys seem to have such a hard time accomplishing this minor feat. It falls to the floor with a soft thump and you place a hand on each of her plump breasts. You realize this is the first time you’ve ever really explored a woman’s body that wasn’t your own.

You completely forget that there is a third person in the room. She’s so soft. Her long blonde hair brushes against your breasts that she is now fondling. Wait, when did your bra come off? It doesn’t even matter. You let your hand sneak gently between her legs and caress her inner thigh, teasing before cautiously placing your whole hand on her vulva.

Exploring her curves with your hands, you bring one hand down between her legs again and spread her labia with your index finger. It’s the same as you, but at the same time, totally different. Her lips are plump, perhaps a little bigger than yours, but it’s hard to say –because well… we’re not exactly doing an actual side-by-side comparison, are we – and baby smooth from her fresh wax.

You giggle nervously and suck at her bottom lip. Finding yourself totally enthralled with her female form, you take full advantage of this opportunity to explore freely. But it’s short lived. You feel her paying more attention to the horny elephant in the room, and notice her looking down to see how her boyfriend is enjoying the show.

With a grin, he gets up onto his knees and kisses each of you one at a time. He then leans down onto his chest, turns to one side, and starts licking his girlfriend’s pussy. You can hear the sound of his hungry tongue lapping at her clit, and you rub his head encouragingly as you press your lips to her once more. You feel his hair graze your own clit, and you press your pelvic bone gently into the side of his head.

He swivels his head to face you now. His breath is hot and his lips are coated in her wetness. He clumsily licks at your clit. But at this point, it’s an empty gesture yielding more pornographic appeal than any palpable results. Which is fine, because his mouth is terribly dry. Too much cocaine, probably. Or maybe that’s just how they like it in their household.

In the faint glow of the streetlight dusting the room, she looks like a mermaid on the rocks. Can the lure of a siren’s song work on women too? Her extensions feel like real hair. Maybe it is? Hm, maybe you’ll ask her tomorrow. Or not. Whatever. It doesn’t even matter.

He raises his face to meet yours. All three of you switch back and forth between mouths, playing hot potato with your saliva; all three tongues are vying for each other’s attention at the same time.

She pushes him back down onto the bed and mounts him. You stroke their bodies from the side, unsure of what else to do. He turns and kisses you with a newfound intensity as he thrusts into her. She grinds her pubic bone into his while his cock fills her with every stroke.

Her moans hit a higher pitch than you had anticipated. You wonder if she’s putting on a show or if that’s how she always sounds. It’s almost grating at first, but you run your hand down the lily-petal skin of her back, and lose track of the vocals in favour of the bass line.

His strong lips search for yours in the dark. You guide him by teasing his mouth with your tongue. He finds you and kisses you again. Your lips bang into each other a few times with your friend’s tempo as she bounces up and down the length of his rigid cock, and you raise yourself to trade his kiss for one from her.

She moves up to rub her wetness on his belly. Without hesitation, you flip around and take him in your mouth from behind her and you lick the vestiges of her sticky-sweet juices from his shaft. She lets her long, blonde hair collect and fall to one side and kisses him passionately in the dark.

Rising to her hands, she pushes her breasts towards his face. He takes her nipple in his mouth, and swirls his tongue around the areola, releasing it with an aggressive smack. You put his cock, lubricated with your saliva, back into her pussy for her to pick up where she left off. She grinds slowly back and forth over him, and he aggressively exhales a sigh of approval.

The light is almost non-existent in the room. A glow from a nearby streetlight leaves a slight glow about the space. You watch the light reflecting off his wet cock as he enters her, pulling in and out slowly. His balls stick to her lips on the outward stroke, and her whiny moans continue to pierce the darkness.

You kiss the small of her back and you feel her shiver in response. She keeps a sensually slow rhythm on his shaft while you kiss her ass cheek, up the small of her back, and back around her tailbone. They seem to get caught up in their lover’s dance, but she continues to respond with pleasure to your touch, softly moaning into the pads of your lips. You massage his balls with one hand at the same time. You kiss her up the length of her spine and tease the back of her neck with one flick of your tongue, and move all the way back down until you can take his balls into your mouth.

She releases his cock and invites you to take it in your mouth again. You tease the head slowly at first, then wrap your lips around his shaft entirely. He moans and clutches your hair with one hand.

Somewhere in the darkness, she fumbles around in the nightstand and finds a condom. She tears the wrapper away and rejoins you and her boyfriend on the bed. You press your lips against his shaft gently on the outward stroke and pull away to make way for her. She places the condom at the tip of his penis, uses her mouth to unroll it onto his cock, and implies that you get up on him.

You are more turned on than you realized. You had been so busy taking her in to notice the puddle collecting between your lips. You squat over him and guide the tip of his cock towards the opening to your pussy and slide slowly down on him. You smile and let out a triumphant moan.

He grabs your hips, helping you grind along, and pulls you down by the neck in towards him. Your sweat glues your chests together, and you instinctively bury your face into his shoulder.

You look up to see that she is on her knees in front of you now. Holding your hips up, he thrusts harder into you. You moan into her mouth. Placing her hands over his on your hips, she swivels her hips into his face. You run your fingers through her soft hair, and caressing her head, you tease your tongue more deeply into her mouth.

Your pulse is throbbing in your vulva around his cock, but her mouth distracts you from maintaining a rhythm for him. You slide almost dreamily off of his erection. He swiftly picks her up and throws her onto her back to fill the void. She rips off the condom and he penetrates her anew, and you watch his back arch like a feral dog as he ploughs deeply into her. She wraps her legs around his waist and wails into his ear, biting at his earlobe and the side of his neck.

Now you feel a little awkward because you’re not sure what to do next, but you realize that you don’t mind watching. You run your hand along his back, and cup her breast in the other. Her skin is seriously so soft. You can’t tell if you like the softness of her skin or her lips more. You kiss her again to check. Nope, still don’t know.

She whispers something in his ear through the teeth she has gripped on his earlobe. He crawls off of her and she grabs another condom. As he unwraps the new rubber, she tells you to get on your knees. He comes up behind you in the darkness, places one hand on your back to get his bearing. Without much warning, he uses his other hand to shove his cock into you from behind. She positions herself in front of you. You never knew that she had her belly button pierced.

She’s straddling the bed space in front of you on her knees, as if presenting herself to you. You notice that her pussy smells floral yet acidic. You wonder if that’s normal. You wonder how you smell to her. You forget to give a fuck as he pulls your hair and thrusts harder into you. She kisses him somewhere over top of you. Your neck cranes back in his grip and she squeezes your breasts together with both hands and you can hear their lips smack.

Thankfully, his cock reaches deep enough to tap your cervix. Every thrust sends a shockwave through the rest of your torso. Size isn’t everything, but that’s always a nice touch. Your moans escalate in depth and pitch, and you reach between your legs to futilely trace a few circles around your clit. He pounds you harder, gripping your hips with both hands.

She moves behind him and must be massaging his balls from below because you can feel her hand graze against your labia with every plunge. She urges him to slow down and eventually pull right out of you. You take a moment to catch your breath as she tears that condom off too and takes him in her mouth again. You roll over and join her. With him kneeling, you both look up at him and lick his shaft. Breathing deeply, he puts both hands behind his head and leans in.

“Baby, I want you to come for me,” she whines. She lays back and pulls him on top of her. He barrels into her from a missionary position while you sit back and watch. She is practically screaming with him horizontally doubled over, grunting aggressively.

You sit back to watch as the shadows clamber feverishly to reach their climax. You lean on to one arm and rub around your over-stimulated clitoris with the opposite hand. You don’t really expect to be able to come, but you go through the motions all the same. You lick your fingertip to add some wetness to your clit. You can’t figure out who you can taste on your fingers from doing so.

The twilight starts to seep in from between the blinds and you can see the sweat glistening on his back. You can’t see her face, but you assume her makeup is still flawless.

After much effort, the feverish lovers give up their plight. The drugs and alcohol are preventing him from finishing tonight, and this has made your friend noticeably upset. You continue your silent, lazy masturbation in the shadows.

Her frustration is escalating. As they grope through their incongruous, alcohol-addled argument that is likely based on much more than his failure to orgasm, you take your leave from the room on the premise of using the bathroom. They don’t seem to notice yet.

You gather your things, scurry down the stairs, and get dressed in the living room. You quietly open the door, and close it just as softly behind you. Stepping into the freshness of those moments right before the sun rises, you breathe in the early dew forming on the front lawn.

Smiling and swinging your keys around one finger, you walk down the street to your car. You can smell her fragrance somewhere on you, and wonder if she’ll ever be close enough to taste again.

More by Queen Jayne:

The Birthday Bash
Chicago Rare
Comings and Goings
Compliance Risk
Condemned Desire
Conservation Area
Devotee
Diamonds and Pearls
The Edge of Glory
Expressions of Grief
For Dommestic Use Only
Hey, Babe.
Just Dessert
Lucky Shot
Marked
Summer Heat
Strangers on a Train
Up Top