We hoped it was true. We desperately wanted it to be true. Everyone said that Sarah became unbelievably suggestible and willing to do anything when she'd being smoking pot. This was a party in Alaska. There was a lot of pot going around, we'd seen Sarah take more than one hit. So hoped what they said was true.
My name is Allison, and my boyfriend is Eric. Eric's a stud, no two ways about it. Just slightly taller than average, but he's a hockey player and built like a wall of muscles. I loved to massage his body with oil and feel his strength underneath my hands. His pecs, upper arms, and legs were strong enough that we could try a variety of sexual positions and situations not open to other couples where the man couldn't, for instance, hold the woman suspended in mid-air, only making contact where he held her and where his cock entered her. It helped too that I'm small, 5'3 and petite. My skin tans easily, I have short brown hair, big brown eyes, and I like to think I have the petite girl's version of the hourglass figure. I'm 23, a recent college grad. Eric is 20, still a student at the university.
And that brings us to Sarah. Sarah graduated the year after me. She's 22,but looks like she's 18. She's a native Alaskan with creamy, dark tan skin, very long black hair, and absurdly large, clear brown eyes. And, like most native Alaskans her age, she had a knock-out body with a firm but well-shaped ass that flowed right down into her sculpted legs; a thin waist; and perfectly round breasts that required no bra. And she wore none. It was easy to tell because she usually wore light-colored, light-weight blouses, and an intrepid starer could often make out her nipples. Eric and I were both intrepid starers.
For her part, Sarah was sexually conservative. By all accounts she only had sex with a man who was officially her boyfriend. Eric and I, on the other hand,had engaged in group sex (twice in threesomes, once in a messy five-person drunk fest) and had each occasionally stepped out on the other when the mood was right. We loved each other, but we were both sexually insatiable, and we both knew that.
And we both wanted to have Sarah in a threesome with us.
It was with great anticipation that we watched Sarah take hits that evening. We didn't have any great plan, and neither of us was incredible at seduction techniques, so we were really banking on the marijuana effect.
We explained our hopes to a mutual friend on the porch while Eric smoked a cigarette. (Must be an Alaska thing... ya can smoke inside if it's weed, but otherwise...)
Beth, a svelte blonde whom Eric and I had bedded in our first ever group sex, smiled. "Well, she'd have a great time with you no doubt, but I'm not sure even grass is going to get her to accept a threesome."
Eric stamped out the butt of his cigarette. "What do you mean?"
Beth grinned and patted Eric playfully on the cheek. "Despite what you men like to think, most women are not closet bisexuals. Some that aren't, like me, are willing to play at it from time to time for the novelty and taboo thrill. And some of those, like me, find it enjoyable enough to even think about it from time to time when masturbating. But an awful lot of women, especially conservative women like Sarah, are straight, through and through."
Eric grinned and gave us each a playful squeeze. "Then I guess, it's up to me to make this happen." He grinned like a man who'd had a little too much to drink to maintain full rational control. "Follow me at a distance and then listen for the right time to make your appearance."
"What...?"
"Just trust me." He paused. "And, Beth, you can follow, too." He kissed her on her cheek and went back into the party.
I wasn't sure what was going on, but if Eric had a plan for getting us a taste of Sarah, I was willing to go with it. And if Beth were going to get involved, so much the better. I remembered well the feeling of pressing my little face between the tall, leanly curved blonde's breasts, and would not turn down an opportunity to do so again.
Beth seemed amused and curious, so she too lingered for a moment, and then together we followed Eric. We hung back from him, keeping our distance. He was sitting next to Sarah on the floor amidst a group of people passing around the good stuff. Sarah, bless her native Alaskan soul, took another hit. Eric whispered something in her ear and she laughed. She was obviously quite high, and hopefully as compliant as everyone suggested.
The next thing we knew, Eric was taking Sarah's hand and placing it on his crotch. One of Eric's gifts was to be able to arouse himself to erection on command. I loved to watch him to it, and even more to felt him do it in my grasp or inside my mouth. I envied Sarah the sensation, because I was sure that's what he was doing underneath her delicate touch. The widened of her eyes seemed to confirm it.
They exchanged a few more whispers; Sarah laughed once again; and then they rose together and slunk out of the main gathering and up the stairs. Beth and I followed quietly and kept our distance. We saw them enter a room, hand in hand, and close the door behind them.
"Phase one accomplished," Beth murmured. "At least Eric's going to get some. What's your plan?"
I put my arm around her shoulder. "Beth, hon, trust Eric. He said there would be a point for me to come in, and another for you... I trust his plan."
I crept closer to the room Eric and Sarah had gone into. As I went, I took hold of Beth's hand and led her behind me. I sighed a little at the pleasure of her hand in mine. Unlike Beth, I am a whole-hearted bisexual. And, for better or worse, I got emotionally attached to both men and women, too. I wished Beth were more interested in exploring the possibilities in my world of complex relationships.
Shaking my head to clear out the deep thoughts, I let go of her hand to give her a quick squeeze on the backseat of her skirt. "Let's listen."
We both knelt by the door, ears pressed into the wood. It was quite the aural feast.
They were going at it already, hot and heavy. Sarah squeaked with every thrust, and Eric was talking a blue streak.
"God, you're so fucking tight!" he grunted. "Your little cunt is so tight! So wet! Come on, whore, take it deeper! You fucking slut! Fuck me back, bitch, don't just lay there!"
The more Eric swore at her, the louder her groaning and crying became, untill she started forming words.
"Please," she begged. "Please, touch my breasts, kiss me, please..."
