He chose the apartment.
I was already ten kinds of horny by the time his shaking hands unlocked the apartment's front door. Missy grabbed me as his hands fumbled with the keys. She pushed me up against the wall, her hands roving across my torso. I moaned as her tongue flicked at my earlobe.
"Not making it easier on me," grumbled Scott.
"Hurry up and get that shit open," I groaned. Missy's hand probed at the heat between my legs, driving me wild. I grabbed her hair with both hands and mashed my mouth into hers.
Finally the door swung open, and I shoved Missy in through it, brushing past Scott and into the entryway. I'd visited the apartment before. It was modest, the kind of thing an eighteen-year-old kid could afford with the income from two part-time jobs.
But it had a bedroom with a king-sized bed, and that was all that mattered.
I almost growled as I tugged Missy's hand after me, and we made our way straight to the bedroom. Scott followed behind us, seeming lost and wandering. I flung open the bedroom door and strode to stand in the center of the room. The bed was right under the window on the opposite wall, with streetlights shining through the slats of his venetian blinds.
Missy tried to leap on me, but I held her back. For the moment.
"Missy," I said, my voice coming hot and heavy. "We've been ignoring poor Scott all night."
She nodded, and we turned to him as one. Scott looked like a deer in headlights. He was no stranger to the horizontal shuffle, but a threesome with his two best friends was apparently well beyond his ability to reason.
"Scott," I said huskily. "Take off your clothes."
"Ladies first," he said nervously.
With a quick glance to Missy, we complied. I shucked off my black dress at the same time that her tiny yellow sundress crumpled in a puddle on the floor. Dressed only in the underwear that Scott had picked earlier in the day, we stared at him.
"Your turn," Missy breathed.
Scott pulled his shirt off self-consciously. Like most guys who aren't on sports teams in school, he was nervous about his body. He shouldn't have been. He had a beautiful form. Not all bulged out like guys who spend too much time at the gym and eat protein powder. He was a thin, lean kind of muscular, the kind that I wanted to run my tongue all over. His abs beckoned like landing lights. His shirt gone, he slowly pulled off his pants, standing before us in only a pair of plaid boxers.
"Okay," he said. "Now what?"
"Now, Missy's going to tongue fuck me on the bed," I said. Every moment of this had been carefully planned out over the course of the last few months. "You're going to screw her from behind while she does it."
"Nuh-uh," Missy insisted. "It's your birthday. You should have him first."
I opened my mouth to protest, but Scott nodded in agreement. "If we're really going to do this, she's right," he said. "You come first."
I snickered at the double meaning. "Okay, fine. But I want to cum at least once before that. It's my first time going all the way, and I'm worried I'll be...awkward."
"Everything you've done tonight, and you're worried you're going to be awkward?" said Scott in disbelief.
"Why, Scott, are you saying you don't want to watch Missy lick me to an orgasm before you get your turn?"
Scott's erection jumped within his boxers. "Okay, fair point."
Taking that as her cue, Missy shoved me back on the bed. She leapt on top of me like a jungle cat on the hunt, and our bodies melded into one. Her hand strayed under my bra, teasing my nipple with her fingertips. Her thigh ground hard into my pussy, the friction threatening to bring me to the brink before she'd even begun.
I gasped and seized her hair, shoving her down toward my cunt. She took the cue easily and slid backward on the bed. I looked up to see Scott's disbelieving face as he watched Missy's perfect ass advance toward him. He'd shucked off his boxers already, and his hand was toying idly with his rock-hard cock.
"Not yet, tiger," I moaned. "That thing's going to cum inside me when you blow for the first time tonight."
"Inside you?" he asked nervously.
"I'm on the pill," I said. "I've been planning, Scott, I told youuuuu-OOOH!"
Missy's tongue and fingers had found my cunt, and she was working it for all she was worth. Her fingers rubbed furiously up and down while her tongue played with the tiny bulge of my clit, my panty line, wherever she thought would feel the best. And she was spot on. I felt the heat grow as my hips began to bounce slowly up and down, willing her to devour me.
With a growl, Missy grabbed the edge of my thong and started to pull it away. I seized her hands. "No," I said. I looked up at Scott. "He picked the outfits. He's the only one who gets to take them off."
Scott moaned as his hand kept working his member, helplessly watching the two of us on the bed.
