Carmen And Sergei

1.

It was the summer before my senior year in high school. I was eighteen, restless, and unhappy. My parents and I had just moved to a new apartment in a new city. I didn't know anyone. I'd tried and failed to find a job. I had nothing to do and no one to do it with, and also I was also hornier than I'd ever been in my life. Like all teenage guys, I had a naturally strong sex drive, but that summer – due to some combination of inactivity, loneliness, and hormones – I was going crazy.

I was also a virgin and pretty shy. I'd spent most of my adolescence pizza-faced and scrawny, growing too fast for my frame. I was coming out of it that eighteenth summer – my skin had cleared up and I had filled out a little – but I still thought of myself as a homely, friendless geek whom no girl would ever want. Which made the constant longing for sex all the more frustrating and depressing.

It was about eleven on a hot night, and I was sitting on a bench on the sidewalk outside the apartment building. My parents had already gone to bed, and they thought I was in bed as well. I was too hot to sleep, in more ways than one. I couldn't get away from the fantasies in his head – fantasies I was morbidly certain would never come true – and I was really sick of my own company. So I'd gone out to the street to distract myself by watching the cars and pedestrians go by.

A well-dressed couple came walking up the sidewalk towards me, and I couldn't help but stare. The woman was a knockout. She was dressed in a red satin evening gown that was molded to her body as she walked. Her head was thrown back to look up at the man beside her, and the whole tender line of her hroat was exposed. I sat there and looked at her bare throat, the way her skin was stretched taut over her collarbones, down her chest to the tops of her full breasts, which were round and swelling above the low top of her dress. I was so busy gawking at her chest that I didn't even notice her face, until they were passing right in front of me. Then she looked down and saw me.

"Hi, Jesse!" she said cheerfully.

It was Carmen and Sergei. They lived in my building. I'd met them the day we moved in, and I'd seen them around a lot since then. Carmen was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. Once I'd helped her carry groceries to her apartment, dry-mouthed and half-aroused the whole time. She was older than me, of course – in her thirties – but she had the most stunning figure and an amazing face, Italian-American with rich brown eyes, a prominent nose, and thick dark hair. She was self-confident and funny and kind, with a smile that lit up her whole face. She was exactly the type of woman I will always be attracted to: small, curvy, vivacious, intensely feminine.

I wanted her so bad. She had a starring role in my adolescent daydreams – I spent most of my time imagining her naked, red lips smiling as she kissed me, or went down on me, or climbed on top of me. I have to say I felt pretty guilty about this because she was really nice – too nice to be defiled by my pornographic grubby teen fantasies while I jerked myself off. But I did it anyway. Frequently. I couldn't help myself.

And then there was Sergei, Carmen's boyfriend. He was a big, fairly scary guy: tall, thin but with big shoulders, pale white-blond hair cropped short, and really spooky, pale gray eyes. He was from Europe somewhere; he had a faint accent. If you were casting a movie and needed a dangerous Russian mafia assassin, you'd want a guy who looked just like Sergei. I hadn't talked much to him, although he'd always been polite. He seriously intimidated me. I had such a huge jones for Carmen, and I doubted that I hid it well. Sergei could kick my ass. Sergei looked like he would kill me without even thinking about it.

And here they were. They'd just caught me staring at Carmen's tits.

"Hey, Jesse," said Sergei. "You're out late."

"So are you," I said. I was relieved that I managed to sound reasonably calm, but I was blushing furiously. Maybe they hadn't noticed. "You guys look sharp."

"Thanks!" said Carmen.

It was true. Sergei was wearing a suit that looked like a million bucks; Carmen looked like five million, at least. Uninterested in men's clothes, I naturally noticed hers: a dark red satin evening gown, sleeveless, with some sort of v-necked bodice that crossed in front, cupping her breasts and pushing them up. In the orange light of the street lamp, she looked incredible. Neither of them was wearing any kind of coat on this hot night, and Carmen's long dark hair waved sexily around her shoulders.

They had been out; they'd had a few drinks. Carmen giggled, loose and a little tipsy, and leaned into Sergei, her arm around his waist. They were obviously going to go back up to their apartment to have sex. I was eaten up with jealousy and longing.

Then Carmen said, "Jesse, do you want to come up to our place for a while tonight?"

I thought I'd heard her wrong. She could not possibly mean –

Sergei gave a little snort, and Carmen turned to him, putting one hand intimately on his chest. "Oh please, Sergei. You know you want to."

"I don't know him," Sergei said.

"But I do, and he's very nice. He's always been very respectful. He's eighteen, and he's

cute

, and he thinks I'm cute, too. Don't you, Jesse?" She was leaning into Sergei's body, her breasts pressed against his chest, and looking up at him through her eyelashes. "Come on, Sergei," she murmured, her voice going all husky. "Don't you want to?"

Sergei was gazing down at Carmen as if he was captivated. I couldn't blame him. God knew what they were actually talking about, but if Carmen ever looked at me like that, I would give her anything. Anything. I was getting hard just watching them. I shifted a little on the bench, tugging my shirt down over my lap.

Then Sergei smiled a little and put an arm around her shoulders, hugging her close. He looked up at me over the top of her head. "Well?" he asked. "You think she's cute?"

Oh shit, I thought. My erection shrank. "Uh," I said. "That's not the word I'd use."

Carmen twisted in Sergei's arms to look over her shoulder at me. Her dark gaze was knowing. Sergei was still smiling. "Do you want to come up?" asked Sergei.

I swallowed nervously. "To do what?"

Sergei's smile turned wicked. He didn't answer. The two just stood there looking at me: Sergei's pale gray eyes gleaming, Carmen's dark, long-lashed ones smoldering. She looked straight into my eyes and caressed Sergei, running her hand down his chest and stomach to the waistband of his pants.

Were they

kidding

? Teasing? It seemed like sex was radiating off them like heat waves. Was I imagining it?

I had to find out.

"Okay," I said, and got up off the bench.

2.

The elevator in our building was old and slow, and it clanked audibly on its way down to the lobby to pick us up. Sergei still had one arm casually around Carmen, his hand caressing her bare shoulder. Carmen's arm was around his waist under his suit jacket. She was rubbing his back. They obviously couldn't keep their hands off each other. I stood awkwardly a few feet away from them. I was unable to keep from staring at the way Sergei's pale fingers stroked Carmen's warm brown skin. But I was nervous about being caught at it; I still didn't understand exactly what was going on.

"So Jesse, listen," said Sergei. "There are some ground rules."

"Okay," I said.

Sergei glanced around the lobby briefly, making sure we were alone. Then he looked at me out of those alarming gray eyes and said, in a totally casual tone of voice, "You can watch. You can touch her. You can touch me. You can even fuck me. But you don't fuck her. Got it?" He wasn't smiling, or joking. "No one fucks Carmen but me."

I cannot believe this is happening, I thought. "Got it," I managed to say.

"Good. Here's the elevator."

Carmen and Sergei went in. I hesitated, wondering, Am I really going to do this? Carmen lifted an eyebrow at me. She was ravishing. Hell yeah, I thought, and stepped into the elevator.

It was a small booth, dimly lit with a flickering, low-wattage bulb. Sergei had pressed the button for the eleventh floor, and then Carmen, playfully, reached over and pushed all the buttons, one through ten, as well. As the doors closed with a whirr, she turned, smiling naughtily, and grabbed the front of my shirt in her hands.

"You are such a tease," growled Sergei.

"I know," she said to Sergei. She pulled me back into the corner of the elevator, pulled me close so that she was back in the corner and my body was brushing up against hers, pulled me down so my face was just a few inches from hers. Sergei stood next to us, his back to the door.

"Jesse," she said. That was all.

I'd never been this close to any girl before. She was a shorter than me, and her eyes looking up into mine were as dark and hot as coffee. I could smell her skin – perfume and heat and, God, was that her arousal? Was she turned on? I could feel her body's heat, see her breasts move with her breathing. The elevator came to a sludgy halt, a bell dinged, and the doors whirred open. I just stared at Carmen numbly. I realized that Sergei was standing so that his body was shielding us from the open elevator door. If there was anyone in the hallway, they couldn't see Carmen and me. But there was no one in the hallway. There was no one else awake in this whole building.

And Sergei had just told me that I could touch Carmen. She was looking at me, expectantly. With excitement, maybe.

The doors closed. The elevator began to climb again.

Slowly, barely daring to believe that this was happening, I lifted my hands and touched her chest with my fingertips, stroking the fine skin below her collarbones, above the curved swell of her breasts. She lifted her chin a little, exposing the line of that beautiful throat. I let my hands slide downward a little, feeling the roundness of her breasts, and then tracing the edge of her gown.

The elevator ground to a halt; the door opened. I froze, fingertips barely touching skin, satin. The door closed again.

I was trembling; my heart was pounding. I didn't know if what I felt was lust or fear. My dick apparently didn't either. It was half-erect, but it felt achingly sensitive. My fingers wander downward. The red material of her dress was slippery and warm. Her breasts were plump and filled the cups of the dress, bulging just a little over the top. My fingers grazed the peaks of her breasts through the satin. She sighed, her eyes half-closing; her nipples tightened and lifted up against the cloth. Oh, God. Lust overcame fear. My cock hardened in a tingling rush.

The elevator stopped and started again and again, the doors sliding open, silently, and then closed. I had stopped noticing. My hands were filled with Carmen's breasts. I kneaded them, stared at them, fondled the nipples. Carmen was breathing hard; so was I. So, I realized, was Sergei, who was standing right beside us. I glanced up at Sergei nervously. The big man's pale eyes were on my hands. Watching him, I pressed Carmen's firm breasts together, just a little; I saw his gaze focus on her deep cleavage. The elevator reached my floor, paused, and continued climbing.

On eleven, Sergei grabbed Carmen's hand and pulled her out of the elevator. Palms tingling, I followed. They walked briskly down the hall, Sergei stripping his tie off and undoing the top button of his dress shirt with his free hand. Carmen was laughing giddily, her nipples prominent beneath the bodice of the red dress. They looked just like a couple in a rush to get home and have wild sex. I trailed behind until Sergei, unlocking the deadbolt on the apartment door, called over his shoulder, "Hurry up, Jesse!"

I hurried.

Inside the dim apartment, Carmen turned and bolted the door while Sergei shrugged out of his jacket and pulled his shirt over his head, tossing it to the floor. He had what anyone could see was an awesome body, the muscles distinct beneath very pale skin. His arms and chest were powerful, his stomach flat and rippled, his waist lean. His pants hung low on his hips and they were tented with his huge hard-on. I looked away.

God knew I was excited; but I also felt really strange. I'd had threesome fantasies – there wasn't much I hadn't fantasized about – but I'd definitely never thought any of them would come true, and I wasn't exactly sure how I felt about all of this. Putting my hands on Carmen was a dream come true; but having Sergei watching was weird. Standing here with Sergei, half-naked and ripped and obviously aroused, made me feel very weird. But my cock was still rock-hard and throbbing with excitement.

I jumped like a startled deer when Sergei grabbed my shoulders and pushed me back, not very gently, against the wall. Then Sergei pushed Carmen into my arms, her back to me, her sweet round ass pressing against my crotch. "It's all right," Sergei said patiently, seeming to know that my anxiety was getting to me. "Why don't you hold her."

"Yes, please, Jesse," agreed Carmen.

The sensation of her lovely body against mine erased my worries; my hands went to her little waist, and without thinking about it I pulled her snugly back against me. My erection, straining against my jeans, fit nicely into the valley at the center of her ass. Even through the layers of cloth it felt great, and I closed my eyes with pleasure. "That's better," Carmen purred, rubbing sensually against me like a cat. "Mmm, someone take my top off, it's too tight."

I looked at Sergei over her shoulder. He lifted his eyebrows in a "go ahead" gesture, but I didn't have the guts. So Sergei hooked his thumbs through the straps of her dress and peeled the top down to her waist. My eyes snapped down to her bare breasts, the first I'd ever seen in person. They were big and heavy, splaying a little to the sides, the nipples large and pointing upwards. She was amazing. Sergei's hands slid down to clasp her hips. Carmen freed her arms from the straps, wiggling gorgeously, and then lifted her arms to wrap them around my neck, arching her back. Her cheek was against mine.

"Touch me some more, Jesse," she crooned. "You do it so well."

I hesitated for a split second with disbelief, and then glanced up for permission at Sergei, who was still standing, shirtless, right in front of us, his hands on Carmen's hips. When my eyes met Sergei's, I felt a jolt of exhilaration go through me like a lance. I was starting to shake again, with excitement and fright. "Well, I can't do it," Sergei said mildly. "I'll be busy." And he dropped to his knees.

"Oh my God," I said. I cupped Carmen's white, quivering breasts. I have big hands with long fingers, and Carmen's breasts filled them up perfectly. She moaned in my ear. Sergei's hands were on her thighs, pushing the red skirt slowly up her legs, gathering it up. He was nuzzling her satin-covered middle with his face. Carmen's skin was warm and softer than silk; her nipples were large and brown, dark red at the center. I rubbed my hands over them, loving the feel of the erect nipples against my palms. She liked it, too. Sergei pushed her skirt up to her waist, and whispered, "Ah, you're not wearing panties."

I couldn't see what he was doing down there, just the top of his head and the muscles in his shoulders moving as he touched her; but I imagined him stroking her between her legs, and my cock throbbed at the thought. Carmen's arms tightened around my neck; she braced herself against me and lifted one leg, bending it at the knee and resting her calf over Sergei's bare shoulder. Sergei was breathing hard, kissing her thighs. I stroked her nipples and Sergei pressed his open mouth between her legs. I opened my own mouth and kissed her neck, tasted the salty, warm skin.

"Oh yes," Carmen whispered. Sergei was licking her, sucking her. I tried to see, but couldn't; but I could hear the wet sound of his mouth on her. When he pressed his face down between her legs, I knew he was putting his tongue up inside her, fucking her with it. I shuddered and licked her neck and shoulders, imagining that I was doing what Sergei was doing.

She made noises, little sobbing moans, the sexiest noises I had ever heard. She wasn't rubbing her ass against my crotch any more; her hips were thrust forward away from me, her pelvis tilted up, giving Sergei's mouth full access to her pussy. Her body was moving rhythmically against Sergei's mouth. Sergei pulled back a little and I thought he was running his tongue up to where her clitoris was. I couldn't see it, but I knew when Sergei licked her clit. Carmen's whole body thrummed with delight; her hands, behind my neck, tightened into claws and scratched my skin.

"Oh, Sergei," she moaned.

My feelings were indescribable. I wanted to bend her over and penetrate her hard, come into her hard. And I wanted to do exactly what Sergei was doing to her, to feel her juices all over my face and in my mouth. And I wanted to stand here and watch Sergei eating her up all night. I bit her shoulder, cupped her breasts, and held on for dear life as her body moved with the rhythm of Sergei's tongue.

"Oh, Sergei."

I closed my eyes, pressing his face against the side of her neck. The scent of female sex rose up around me, musky and exciting.

"Oh,

Sergei

—"

She came, unmistakably. She was beside herself with pleasure, writhing, arching against him, whimpering. Sergei didn't pull back but kept tonguing her, slowly now, insistently, and she came and came and came. I was right on the verge myself. I groaned.

Carmen went as limp as a rag. She pulled out of my arms, disentangled herself from Sergei, and sort of rolled away from us, supporting herself against the wall, hugging herself. I leaned back against the wall, panting, needing to come so bad I couldn't speak or think or move.

Sergei was still kneeling at my feet. I looked down to see him looking up at me; he was all shadowy muscles and pale skin and intense, glowing eyes.

Then Sergei laughed. He reached out, hooked his hand into the front of my loose unbelted jeans and pulled them and my underwear right down, down around his thighs. My cock, quivering, jutted straight out; I gasped in shock. "My mouth is full of her," Sergei said. "This is as close as you get." And before I could move, he leaned forward, opened his mouth and sucked me right in.

I jerked and let out a scream, a combination of shock, protest, and incredible pleasure. Part of me tried to struggle, to fight, but part of me just cried, oh, yeah. Sergei's mouth was hotter, wetter than anything I'd ever experienced, and it felt so good. Sergei's pulled back, his lips and tongue dragging over the most sensitive spot on the underside my dick, and then he sucked me back in, right to the back of his throat. It was so good. Sergei's eyes were closed, his cheeks hollowed with suction. My hands unclenched from the fists I'd made; I pressed my palms back against the wall; my head rolled against the wall. I tried to summon the strength to resist, but Sergei's mouth sliding up and down my cock nearly made my eyes roll back in his head.

I remembered the way Carmen had moaned, "Oh, Sergei," the way her hips had thrust forward, the way she had fucked Sergei's face. I was doing that now, moving exactly like that, in little thrusts into Sergei's mouth, oh, Sergei, and the heat rose up in me and exploded out in long pulses, right into Sergei's throat.

Oh my God that's so good, was all I could think. That's so good. God, that was good. Oh God, oh Jesus, oh God, that was a

guy

.

It took me a while to come back to myself. When Sergei finally released me and stood up, I started blushing and ducked my head down, pulling my pants back up and tucking myself back into them. My body was still going

Damn that was good

, but my mind was whirling.