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The exchange with Sherrie made time seem to slow down, and
the other distractions drifted away. Despite Desiree being in bed on the other
side of him, for this moment it felt as if they were alone. Eyes wide open, Sherrie
looked at him with complete trust. She bit her lower lip and ran her hand down
his arm.

“You know I had such a crush on you back in college,” she
admitted.

“What? Really? You never gave me the time of day.”

“You gotta admit, you kept pretty busy.” Her eyes drifted
over toward Desiree. “I might have been dating someone, but I still noticed
you. Still, it was impossible to compete with all your other conquests.”

Pride flared in his chest. Even if it wasn’t the total
truth, it certainly was a good reputation to have. He brushed back her hair,
taking in her cues. “Hey baby, if I would have known, you wouldn’t have been
able to get rid of me.”

His lips connected with hers, sending a surge of energy
through his body. Despite coming three times in a short amount of time already,
he wanted her on another level—the unattainable. He went so many years craving
a piece of that ass, and now he was so close to claiming her.

“Oh please,” Desiree exclaimed, “will you two stop with the
kissy-feely and get to fucking already.”

Nate stilled. What would Sherrie’s reaction be? He hoped her
friend’s insensitivity wouldn’t derail the moment.

“You can be such a bitch at times,” she said. “What is it? Not
all about you?”

“Oh please, girlfriend,” Desiree said. “I just ate out your
pussy. I now have a right.”

Sherrie’s body trembled beside him. Was she crying? He was
afraid to glance down. It’s the last thing he wanted. His cock wilted at the
prospect. There might have been a good reason he’d never been with Sherrie, and
only her friend. Sometimes the more willing participant brought less strings
and baggage.

A giggle escaped from Sherrie, and he sighed in relief.

“You didn’t think we were really fighting, did you?”

“No, never.” He had been about ready to call it a night.

Tentatively, a hand slid up his inner thigh, forcing him to
glance down. Sherrie glided down his body, disappearing under the covers. Her
warm mouth covered his cock, and he rammed his hips forward in surprise. She
snaked a hand around his hip, cupping his ass, and holding him tight as she
sucked him down.

Fucking hell, if he thought Desiree gave good head earlier,
she had nothing on the quiet one. She bobbed, coming off him and going back
down. Her silky hair brushed against his stomach, adding to the sensations. He
held onto the back of her head, closing his eyes and going with the flow. Whatever
she wanted, he’d be a willing participant without any complaints. He’d even
listen to her insecurities afterward. Just as long as she kept up this action.

Desiree lay against his side. She wrapped one leg over his,
and her breast rubbed his arm. She bit his nipple, sending shock waves of pain
mixed in pleasure. His senses screamed on full alert.

“Didn’t think I was going to wait this round out, did you?”
she asked, her voice low and sultry.

“I was hoping not.”

She kissed him, long and deep, and the feeling of having his
cock sucked while Des sucked on his tongue about sent him over. He stilled
Sherrie’s movements. Sure, he could come again pretty easily, but he wanted to
make this time the finale. He’d done pretty well so far, but who knew if there
would be a fourth reload in his system.

“Come on up here, sugar. Time for the main course.” Nate
guided her up.

Sherrie maneuvered over his body, poised above his cock. He
was ready for her to take over. She stretched, reaching toward the bedside
table and grabbed a condom, sliding it down his cock in one smooth stroke.

The sensations doubled as Desiree joined in, both of them
holding him. He gritted his teeth. “Let’s get this show on the road.”

“Impatient much?” Sherrie said. “How long have you been
waiting for this?”

“Forever.” The moment he said it, he knew it was true.

She hovered above him, the warmth from her pussy caressing
his tip. He wanted to thrust upward into her, but this time she held the
control. She sat down a bit more, taking his cock up into her body. Her inner
walls held him tight, as she inched her way down.

“It’s been a while since I’ve had sex. You feel—so big.”

“And you’re so fucking tight.” Now that he was in the
moment, he didn’t care about the small talk. He’d waited this long and he didn’t
want to wait any longer. He held onto her hips and pulled her down, thrusting
up.

She threw her head back, mouth open. Desiree moved to her
side, pinching her best friend’s nipples and kissing her. Watching them make
out while she rode him was hot. Sherrie leaned forward, working her thigh
muscles as she bucked against him. His cock thrummed from the friction. Fuck
yeah, did she know how to do it.

“Mmm, never knew how much I’d love watching someone else do
it,” Desiree said. “Your tits bounce so pretty.”

“You’re going to make me self-conscious,” Sherrie said,
slowing down her pace.

“No reason for it. You’re gorgeous,” Desiree said. “Now, how
can I get into the action?”

Nate stole a look at Desiree, and her bottom lip jutted out,
all pouty. She wanted to be part of the play, and he wanted to make her happy
and not feel left out. His balls ached from the exertion. He’d been holding off
coming.

“Sit on my face,” he directed. “Let me eat you.”

Not one to have to be told twice, Desiree maneuvered one
silky thigh on either side of his head, until her pussy rested directly above
him. He flicked his tongue out, catching the underside of her clit and curling
up. He wasn’t sure he could multitask too much, but moved one hand to hold her
in place, while the other rested on Sherrie’s hip.

Desiree kept her snatch shaved and neat. Nothing to get in
the way or tickle his nose. He licked up into her, making her squirm with a
loud “Oh.”

All the while, Sherrie didn’t stop her undulations on top of
him. The two women faced each other, as much into each other as him. Attending
to Des made him not think as much about his pleasure, which actually worked to
spike it higher. His ultimate fantasy was coming true.

The room exploded in an overload of sensations and sounds,
of moaning and grunting. The musty scent of sex and sweat filled his nose. The
three of them moved in unison, a frenzy of fucking. All his senses burned.

Desiree’s groans came quicker, and he increased the speed of
his tongue, while finger-banging her. Once she climaxed, he’d focus on getting
off Sherrie and himself. Her pussy sucked at his hand, and he forced in a third
finger, stretching her out. Her cries indicated her completion. He continued to
lick at her until she lifted off and fell on the pillows next to them. She
leaned over, kissing him and removing her juices from his lips before settling
exhausted on the bed.

Sherrie smiled down at him. While he liked the view of her
above, he needed to move, to pound into her and to gain control. “Hold on,” he
warned, grabbing her hips and flipping her to the other side. Thank the hotel
gods for California king-size beds.

They bounced on the white sheets.

“And we’re good,” she teased, holding her arms up in a “score”
signal. “No slipping cock, no foul.”

“You think that’s funny, do you?” he asked, accenting each word
with a pump of his hips. He grabbed her ankles and brought them up higher, over
his shoulders, lifting her ass up off the covers.

The plough driving began—plunging into her wet pussy, he
rubbed her clit in unison. They grunted from the exertion and, faster than
fast, she was coming, screaming his name—sweet music.

“Oh yes, that’s it,” she said, clutching at his arms.

He released her ankles, bringing them down slowly, but
continuing his own thrusts. On the verge of coming, it was time to finish up.
Bodies pressed together, they moved in unison, the sweat from their union
making it even slicker. The sound of skin on skin filled the room, while the
smells of their escapades highlighted how much they’d gone at it.

“Your turn now, Nate,” she coaxed. She dragged her
fingernails up his back, no doubt leaving marks. “Come for me. Let me see how
much you want me.”

Her hair splayed out over the pillow, a golden halo. The
world drifted away, and the focus went back to him and her, and this moment
together. The hairs on his arms stood to attention and his balls tightened.
This time, there weren’t any expectations holding him back. He couldn’t stop
himself from coming again, even if he wanted. His cock throbbed, shooting out
jettisons of come, as he pumped inside her. She lifted her hips, increasing the
angle so he pushed in even deeper. A tingling massaged his scalp.

For a moment, he lay still, relishing the feel of her body
beneath him and the sense of contentment—being sexually satisfied. Sherrie
blinked her eyes, the blue iridescent in the low lighting. Her lips were
swollen from their activities, giving her an ultra-sensual pout. She was
gorgeous in her post-fuck stupor.

“How come we never did that before?” she asked.

With a groan, he pulled out, discarding the condom in the
trash next to the bed, before lying back between them. “Maybe it was so good
because we never did it before.”

He stifled a yawn.

“You don’t have to hide it,” Des said, snuggling closer. “You
deserve to be tired. You earned the right.”

Totally wiped out, they lay entwined—legs over legs and one
arm over his stomach. Blonde hair covered his shoulders. Nate sighed. It didn’t
matter what happened during the meeting the next day, the trip already was a
total success.

He listened to the soft sounds of their breathing, and sleep
overtook him.

* * * * *

He woke to sun streaming in from the open curtains, warming
the bed, and a pair of lacy underwear left on the pillow with a note. He vaguely
remembered someone brushing her lips against his, but it felt more like a
dream.

Off to the baby shower. Thanks for the good time. Good
luck on the appointment.

Desiree <3 Sherrie.

A pang of lust hit his gut and his cock. He would have liked
to wake to their naked bodies, ready for an early morning bout. Nate kicked off
the covers, stretching out his sore muscles. The tops of his thighs burned from
the previous night’s activities. He shook his head thinking about the blonde
duo who’d given him more than one ride. He shouldn’t be greedy. He should be
thankful he didn’t need to say any awkward goodbyes. Then he noticed the P.S.

If you want another round this weekend, give us a call.

He just might do that.

A Southern California native, Louisa Bacio can’t imagine
living far away from the ocean. The multi-published author of erotic romance
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