As the elevator dinged, signaling our arrival at his floor, I glanced over at my best friend Stacy, our eyes meeting with equal parts apprehension and desire. I sighed audibly, and Stace rolled her eyes heavenward as we both began reading room numbers. 505, 506, ah, there we were at 507. I could hardly believe we were about to enter this room, and believed even less what we were about to do. It had been years since Stacy and I had last "experimented", and we'd never incorporated anyone else into our playtime. But there we were, about to invite a man, a much older man to join us.
When Stacy and I were younger, we'd often spent evenings alone at her fathers house, our self-professed "girls nights", exploring each others body's, bringing the other to quick, intense orgasms, and experimenting with different ways to touch ourselves. I hadn't even thought about Stacy for years until last month, when Jeff, my Internet/phone lover mentioned a three-some. I'd even been squeamish when the idea was proposed, but then I remembered Stacy. Beautiful, sweet, oh-so soft Stacy. The Stacy of my early teenage years, who after only two or three nights of practice was able to bring me to an earth shattering orgasm, complete with ear splitting screams and all. The Stacy who would lay so still next to me as I ran my hand over her flat, child soft stomach, and then writhe almost as though she was in pain when my nail flicked across her hard little clit. The Stacy who dared me to slide my finger inside of her and then lick it clean and kiss her so that she could taste herself in my mouth. That Stacy. How had I forgotten Stacy?
I looked down over my outfit, taking silent appraisal over what I was wearing and hoping that it would have the effect I desired. Stacy and I were dressed similarly, I in low slung black pants with a small, baby pink sweater that rode up enough to reveal the soft flesh below my belly button, and a hint of the tattoo on the small of my back, and Stacy in her low riding jeans with the frayed waist, and a white button down shirt, buttoned only at the three buttons in the middle, revealing all of her pale stomach, and most of her large breasts. Anyone paying close enough attention, as I'm sure every man who walked by was, would notice that Stacy wasn't wearing a bra, and I was lacking in the panty department. I straightened my sweater, pulling it down slightly, making it pull across my chest and expose more of my tanned cleavage. Stacy grinned at me, reaching down to smooth a strand of hair behind my ear before kissing me lightly on the cheek. I looked back up at her, smiled coyly and wrapped my arms around her waist, pulling her against me.
"I guess we better get back into the swing of things, eh?" I whispered against her neck, nibbling lightly on her earlobe and sliding my hands down her back to cup her ass and drag her closer while my mouth continued until I met her lips with mine, our soft lips dancing, my tongue flicking out to run across her lower lip, and then grinning at her stifled moan. Pulling back, I smiled again, this time allowing my apprehension to show, and raised my hand to knock at the door. Stepping back, we both waited, unintentionally holding our breath. I felt Stacy's hand grip mine, and we both watched as the door seemed to open in slow motion. Jeff stood before us, looking even hotter than I could have imagined. The three of us stared, almost dumbstruck, for a full minute before Jeff moved away from the door and asked us to come in.
