"Becky, I just want to be sure you're okay with this," I said as we pulled up into the motel parking lot. "I know this will be your first threesome, and if you have cold feet, that's okay. It's not for everyone."
Becky was an old friend of mine, and she and I had become reunited rather recently, when I found out she'd moved to Texas, near where I live. We had visited, gotten a bit drunk together, spent the night together kissing and fondling and finally having sex with each other for the first time. We'd known each other since the 3rd grade, but it was only recently that our relationship had become sexual.
"No, I'm fine. I've been feeling kinda horny all day, you know? Just thinking about it." I saw her press her knees together in pulses, helping her skirt ride up her smooth thighs as I gathered my purse. I nodded, smiling.
Seeing her smooth, round thighs sent a jolt of electricity through me, warming my insides. I still remembered her cumming on my mouth, against my face, around my fingers. She had confessed to me a desire to try a threesome that night. A desire that we would be fulfilling tonight, weeks later, as I shared my lover with her.
My pussy had been wet for days, planning this with her over the phone and through instant messages. We got out of my car and walked up to the motel room door, where I knew he was waiting. I knocked on the door, and we only had to wait a moment before he answered.
Jonathon was dressed nicely, in jeans and a button up shirt, which he knows I like. I love to unwrap him like a present. He leaned over to kiss me lightly on the lips.
"Hey there, Babydoll. Hi there, Becky. Nice to meet you in person. The pictures and the webcam don't do you any justice at all." He took her hand, kissed it, and stepped aside so that we could enter.
She leaned over to me to whisper in my ear: "You didn't tell me he was so sexy, Amanda." I smiled again.
The motel room looked like motel rooms do everywhere, except for the cooler on the bedside table. I smiled. I know what is usually kept in that cooler. We probably wouldn't need any of those items today, but you never knew.
I slipped off my shoes and set them next to his, and encouraged Becky to do the same. "Just get comfortable, hon. We are going to sit down and relax and talk." She came over and kicked off her shoes, and set her purse down next to mine.
"I'm nervous."
"Don't be, hon. We're just going to sit and talk for a while. Here, have a seat there, in the middle chair." The seats were set up just as we'd planned, in a semi-circle, and our favorite music station was playing on the radio.
Becky laughed delightedly as a new song came on. "I haven't heard this song in ages!" And she sat down between our chairs. We had planned this well enough that we had all our favorite liquors there, and he handed Becky a rock glass with her rum and Coke, and me one with gin and tonic. His shotglass sat next to him on the little table, with a twist of lime wrung out on a plate next to it. I knew he'd wait for us to have our second drinks before he took one himself.
We started talking, about the music, about what Becky was up to, drawing her out, noticing when her shoulders relaxed, when her movements became more fluid and less jerky, when she drew her feet up onto the chair and sighed in contentment.
We don't rush, because we don't do things that way. We wanted a willing partner that was relaxed and comfortable, and knew what they were getting into. We'd been looking for Becky for a while. But when she reappeared in my life, my long lost friend, we knew this one was the right one... a good match for us.
She had never had a threesome before, she said, and that was really no problem for either of us. If she was willing to try, we were willing to initiate her.
We went through a few drinks each, enough for me to have a nice warm glow that only added to my sexual excitement. When I excused myself to go to the bathroom, I discovered that my panties were indeed soaked.
The flirting had started slowly and softly early in the conversation, and had progressed. She was preening for us, showing a little leg, a little knee, giving him a flash of her panties (if she was wearing any) as her skirt rode up. She had told me that night in my arms that she'd had a female lover once before, and that it had not been a bad experience, but that it hadn't been wonderful, either. I had taken that as a personal challenge. She had left my arms with a smile on her face, and I wanted tomorrow to be the same for her. The day after a wonderful experience.
I wanted her again, wanted to feel her under me, caress her skin and kiss her all over. I was going to make her cum for me over and over again. My pussy felt another rush of heat as I pictured her writhing beneath my mouth and hands.
When Jonathon took a few moments to go to the bathroom, I made my move. I leaned toward her, to whisper in her ear "You look so delicious in that skirt... are you flashing him everything, or are you wearing panties?"
She giggled. "I'm wearing a thong." And she turned her knees toward me and spread them a little.
