|
| Adult stories main page > LeslieBlue > Story 016 |
| Almost A Threesome - Leslie Blue tries a trio by LeslieBlue. All Rights Reserved 5.10.05 |
||||||||
 I
had a date last weekend with a local guy that I met thru Hot or Not.
His name is Steve, he is 30 years old, and he looked just gorgeous in
his picture! We had chatted for several hours on Yahoo before talking
on the phone. I then invited him to come here for a visit that
Sunday nite. He lives a few towns over, in Aberdeen -- it took
him exactly 30 minutes to get to my apartment from his home. As
I have found is always the case, his picture had not done him justice.
He was even more handsome and sexy-looking in person. His
looks belied his age -- he appeared to be a blonde-haired,
baby-faced angel! He made it a point to tell me how his eyes change
color from green to brown, and sometimes just look like they are hazel,
as they did when he was here.
I've got
to tell you this about Steve -- he has a sparkling, vibrant personality. His
fabulously funny sense of humor, combined with his bright, intelligent
conversation simply added to my attraction for him. His manners are
impeccable, he is courteous and polite, and as far as I was concerned,
he more than made up for all the jerky guys that had been here before
him!!! He stayed for nearly three hours, and we did have quite a hot
time together, most of it spent in my bedroom. It was such a shame that
our time together was over-shadowed by the events of his second visit.
Here is the lowdown on that -- shall I call it an -- incident...
About
a week after our first encounter, Steve called me to say he would really
like to see me that night. However, his car was in the shop, and if
I wanted him to visit, he would have to get a ride from his roommate,
Chris. I had an instant sense of trepidation that something would
go wrong if I OK'd the pair of guys coming to my apartment.
Obviously, they would want to have a threesome with me, and I did not
feel sure if I was up for it or not. However, I ignored my good
judgment and told them to come. I asked Steve specifically to make
it clear to Chris that he was not to expect anything sexual from
me. I suggested we simply play it by ear and see what happened
after they got here.
I gathered
they were anxious to get here, for exactly 30 minutes later, as
I was nearing my front door to watch for them, the two handsome young
guys popped their heads in front of my screen, startling me just a bit.
I was simply thrilled to be seeing Steve again.
They
both came inside and Steve rushed to me, kissing me and hugging me so
hard he practically picked me right up off the ground. "Oh, baby, I
am so glad to see you!" I gushed at him.
"Are
you really, baby? And just how glad ARE you to see me?" He smiled at
me teasingly, as he kissed me again while gingerly squeezing my left
boob!
"I
should be asking YOU that question," I responded, and returned his gesture
by reaching directly into his crotch, gripping his already swollen dick in
my hand. I almost got lost in the moment, and momentarily forgot that
Chris was standing there. My good manners ruled, as I pulled away from
Steve to greet Chris with a big, broad smile and warm handshake.
Steve made
the introduction while I checked Chris out up and down. Like Steve,
he was quite cute and sexy-looking, but in a different sort of way.
He had medium length, curly brown hair, and his big, round, brown
eyes sparkled. He may have been an inch shorter than Steve's 6', which
was still tall compared to my 5'4".
Taking
Steve's arm in mine, I guided him to my sofa where we sat down in a
cuddle. Upon my suggestion, Chris sat down next to Steve and we all
seemed very comfy and cozy together. After a moment, I got up to fetch
them each a beer, and poured a small glass of Merlot for myself. I also
fired up a bowl of great weed, which I shared with Steve -- Chris abstained,
explaining he had given it up just a short time ago.
We
were chatting and joking and laughing and smoking, while we sipped our
drinks together. It felt almost as if we had known each other for years.
A few times, Chris's funny, lively lines had Steve and me in hysterics!
While we carried on like old friends for a few minutes, Steve was kissing
my neck, ears and lips. I was aching for his touch, and he got the hint
from my squirming and wiggling ass, which I moved over and around
his stiff-as-steel cock, as it bulged through his jeans. He slid
his hand underneath my mini-skirt, sneaking his finger around the
side of my leopard thong.
"God,
are you ever wet, baby, I can even feel your panties are soaked already!"
he whispered into my ear.
He
took not a moment longer in locating my swollen clit. My little love
berry seemed to be floating in a sea of slimy, slippery juice
-- I had begun oozing cum even before their arrival. Steve continued to
finger my soaking wet hot spot, and from my moaning and groaning,
it was obvious how turned on I was. I glanced at Chris to find his eyes
were glued to the action that was going down on my fairly well-exposed,
shaved, smooth pussy mound.
Softly
but clearly, Chris asked me would I mind if he touched me, too. I hesitated
briefly, but responded with an affirmative nod and a breathy, drawn
out "Yesssssssss!"
Eagerly,
Chris reached out and touched, gently pushing Steve's hand away. If
I had not seen it, I would not have even known that one hand had replaced
the other. Chris continued with the same or similar type of swirling
movements around my mound, and in my mind it was still all one continuous
motion. So I closed my eyes and laid my head on Steve's shoulder, kissing
him and twirling my tongue all over his ear and neck. I was a little
amazed at how at-ease I felt in this unusual situation. I decided at
that moment that I was going to just relax and enjoy it, for all it
was worth.
"I
think we ought to take this into my bedroom," I offered the guys. "Now
I am not saying I am going to go all the way with both of you, but I
have an idea how we can continue, and make it good for all of us."
I got
up and led the way into my room. I lit all of my many
candles in there, lending a subdued light to the scene. I took my 35mm
camera from my dresser top, knowing it contained a fresh roll of
film, and handed it to Chris.
"How
about if Steve and I get down together, and Chris, you can snap some
shots of us while we play? Because I do not yet feel totally comfortable
about getting it on with both of you at the same time, so just give
me a little time with Steve and we'll see how I feel in a little bit,
OK?"
"Sure,
I think I can handle that!" Chris answered.
The
enthusiasm in his voice let me know that he would be satisfied with
that scenario, in case I was not feeling up to "doing" him, too. And
the look of lust on Steve's face told me that he was thrilled with my
plan for our trio, as well.
Steve
and I tumbled onto my bed, grabbing at each other greedily. He quickly
slid my leopard thong down my legs, tossing them to the floor. I felt
my juices still flowing, and I was certain my soft, shaved pussy mound
must be glistening in the soft glow of the candlelight. Steve started
fingering me again, so I spread my thighs wide apart for Chris to get
some good shots. He had perched his ass on the edge of my bed, and was
bending over, right between my legs, getting the closest possible view
of it all.
I was
already moaning loudly again, and Chris was ecstatic as he snapped snapped
and snapped away. "Oh, my God, this is fantastic! Beautiful! Fabulous!
More, more, more!" he cheered us on, and Steve was grinning from ear-to-ear.
I reached
down and unzipped Steve's fly, and he did not waste a moment in removing
his jeans all the way. His pink and nearly perfect cock was semi-hard,
and I gently grasped it in one hand, pulling him and motioning him to
slide around a bit, positioning him near my face so that I could give
him a blow job.
"Great,
great, oh my god, this is great stuff, you guys!" Chris was really having
fun with this, it was so apparent as he kept taking one pic after another
with glee.
Placing
the head of Steve's still semi-hard rod into my mouth, I began gently
licking, lapping, and sucking it, and sliding it further and further
down my throat, until my lips were smooching up against his balls. I
sucked him off, with my mouth fully surrounding him, running my tongue
up and down his length continuously.
Chris
seemed to be in his full glory taking the shots of my sucking. He did
not seem to notice at all, as I was observing it, that Steve still was
not getting a real, true hard-on -- he was still quite soft for me,
despite the fact that I was using my time-tested expert technique on
him.
After
a few more minutes of my mouth on his cock, Steve pulled away from
me just a bit, sliding his full body on top of mine, mounting me in
preparation for a good fuck. I wrapped my legs around his waist and
into the small of his back like a pretzel, pulling him ever-closer into
me. We were looking into each other's eyes, exchanging knowing looks
with each other, sensing the feeling that this final act was just not
going to happen for us.
"Baby,
are you all right, honey?" I whispered in his ear.
"No,
not really," he whispered back. "I feel very uncomfortable."
"Do
you want to stop, sweetie? It's OK, baby, really it is."
"Yes,
I do want to stop."
As
we sat up together on the bed, my heart was breaking for him, knowing
that he was going to feel humiliated and embarrassed, to say the least,
in front of his best friend and roommate. We both looked at Chris at
the same time, to see his face change from pure joy, to his mouth
hanging open in utter disappointment.
"Chris,
we are going to have to stop now," I stated flatly, realizing immediately
that Chris thought it was ME who was putting a halt to the festivities.
"WHAT!!!!!"
he shouted angrily. "Are you fucking kidding me?!?!?!"
Before
I could utter another word, Chris was tossing my camera onto the bed,
and storming out of my room, stomping straight through the living room
and out the front door. He slammed it with a loud bang behind him, leaving
me sitting on my bed in a state of shocked stupor. Steve was already
up off the bed, pulling his jeans on in a hurry, tripping and stumbling
out of my room, mumbling barely audible apologies to me as he went.
"Now
what the fuck was that all about?" I asked him incredulously, flying
off my bed behind him.
As
he got to my front door, he turned to me and pecked me on the cheek,
his face as red as a ripe apple. "I got to go after him, that is my
only way home!"
One
more peck on my other cheek, and both guys were gone -- POOF! -- into
the midnight. Flabbergasted, I fell against my door, clunking my head
against it over and over, trying to make some kind of sense out of the
disaster.
Post-script:
Well, my friends and faithful readers, you probably guessed right if
you figured it out -- that was the last time I saw or heard a word from
Steve. Here I thought I finally had a guy with a decent sense of courtesy
and respect for me about him, and he turned into just another typical
asshole/prick -- selfish, childish, immature and rude! Oh well, it is
certainly his loss and not at all mine. Who needs that kind of aggravation
and annoyance in their life anyway? Certainly not me! So, undaunted
by it all, I will gladly carry on, and on, and on... on to the next
one!!!!!!!
|
|||||||||
