I was absolutely terrified about what was going to happen this afternoon. I never should have agreed to it. I never should have agreed to a threesome with Jim and Paul. It was insane. It was too much too soon. It was all Jim's fault, he should know better than to hold a girl to an agreement made in the throws of passion.
I had become so agitated that I couldn't even decide what I wanted to wear. It had seemed like such a good idea at the time. Of course, at the time Jim had had his cock buried deep inside me and I was peaking deliciously. Now in the cold light of day it looked completely different. Paul would think I was a slut, and he'd tell our friends. Everything that had happened in the last few days was going to be ruined this afternoon.
I knew I was overreacting when I began to feel sick. I really thought I was going to throw up. It was absurd. I wanted to call in sick. But how does one call in sick for a threesome? However one might do it, I knew that I couldn't do anything this afternoon, not unless I pulled myself together.
I took a few deep breaths. This afternoon was going to happen, it could be good or it could be bad. It all depended on me. I lit some incense and played some music. It's bizarre, but violent music calms me, it draws all the negativity out of me. I listened to Marilyn Manson and I inhaled incense. I felt better when I heard "Slutgarden" come on, no ordinary cynicism can compare to the cynical purity of that song.
The only thing I had to do this afternoon was be sexy, and I knew how to do that. I had to make Paul a slave to his own lust. I had to make sure that when he told our friends about it that he would say something like, "Lisa's a fantastic girl, and mind blowingly uninhibited in bed," instead of something like, "Lisa's a whore, she's a good root, but a whore's a whore."
The best way I could think of doing that was by being sexy. By being so sexy that he would want me again and again. If I could make this afternoon the best sex he had ever had, everything he told our friends would be positive. Even if he told them I was a slut, he would tell them with such a positive attitude that it would come across as a good thing.
This clarity gave me direction, but at the same time it made everything seem more important. What would I wear? My god, I was just going to the beach, how could clothes be such an issue? I was losing my mind, but I knew it was important to strike the right balance of sexiness and modesty.
A g-string was obviously out today. I decided on a little Brazilian string bikini. It tied together on the hips, rode very low, and was brief enough that no man could avoid the inevitable visceral reaction. The top had a tie between the breasts instead of at the back, and was just as brief as the bottom, leaving the curve of my breasts exposed at the sides and only just barely covering my nipples at the front.
It was a ten minute walk to the beach from my apartment, and I was nervous the whole way. As I walked I could feel my bikini bottom riding up, so even though I wasn't wearing a g-string, the effect was the same. In the end I'd become so frustrated trying to decide what to wear that I had just pulled on a sarong. I folded it into a triangle and wrapped it around me, tying the corners on my hip. On one side the sarong left me almost bare -- a fact which didn't go unnoticed to the cars that drove past. A couple of cars honked madly as they passed, with the boys inside staring and waving at me. I smiled and waved back. The attention made me feel a little better. If I was having that effect on strangers, I would surely have the same effect on Paul.
The beach was crowded and I drew looks as I walked between the people looking for Jim and Paul. They were difficult to find in the sea of bodies, and when I spotted them, they were chatting, facing down the beach, away from me. They were probably pointing out the sexy girls to one another. I decided to give them a little show and walked past them, swinging my hips a little and shaking my arse. I hoped the sarong would enhance the effect, the attempt to cover myself making the view a little more illicit, a little more enticing.
Looking around and pretending to see them for the first time, I said, "There you are, hiding right in front of me."
Both Jim and Paul said "Hello," and rose and gave me a hug and a kiss.
After spreading out my towel I removed my sarong and sat down with them, soaking up the sun, and making small talk. I couldn't believe it, here I was chatting as if nothing was out of the ordinary with the two men who would soon be in my bed, and then in me. I couldn't help it, I was suddenly very aroused. I considered asking how they felt about our coming threesome, but if they were anything like me, they were enjoying the anticipation without mentioning it.
Very casually I undid the tie on my bikini top and slipped it off, revealing my breasts. Both of these men had seen my breasts before, but that didn't stop them from staring. It was clear Jim and Paul were thinking about what we would soon be doing, and if they noticed the state of my nipples, hard and crinkled, they would have to know that I was thinking about it too. I leant back, letting my breasts jiggle as I did so. They were both mesmerised, with their eyes locked on my breasts as I moved.
The anticipation was killing me, and I couldn't take it any longer, I broke the spell by suggesting we have a swim. I stood up, and said, "Come on, let's go!"
Jim rose and said, "Alright. Come on Paul."
With that encouragement Paul rose and we negotiated a path through the bodies on the sand to the water's edge. I gasped when the water hit my feet, it didn't seem possible but my nipples crinkled even further. I can't stand to get wet gradually, it's like slow torture to me, so I ran ahead and dove under a wave. The sudden immersion in the cold water was a shock to my system, but an exhilarating one.
After I surfaced again I ran back to the boys and splashed water on them. Jim came rushing at me and picked me up and threw us both under a wave. Our bodies pressed together as the wave washed over us. We surfaced laughing, and I pushed Jim as hard as I could, which didn't have much effect on him, but did almost push me over. Paul caught me from behind and helped me avoid falling over, and I finished up in his arms. I reached up and gave him a quick kiss on the lips, and then pushed myself away and dove under another wave.
We played like this for a while, chasing one another and pressing our bare bodies together. The boys took any opportunity to touch my body and I could feel their semi-erect cocks when our bodies pressed together. It was very erotic even though we weren't touching one another sexually. We were oblivious to the people around us, it was like we were caught in our own little bubble of passion.
When it felt like the cold was sinking into my bones I told the boys that I was going to lie in the sun and warm up. I caught a wave back to the shallows and made my way up the beach. As I was walking I felt a stinging slap on my arse and turned, and there was Jim with a big grin on his face.
"Ow!" I said, "That hurt."
"Don't be such a baby," he replied. "You look fucking hot, and I couldn't help it; I had to touch your arse."
"It's alright," I said, as I slapped his arse as hard as I could, "we're even now."
"You looking forward to this afternoon?" he asked. "How was Ezra? In the sauna, huh? The text you sent was hot."
"You liked the text?" I asked. "You didn't mind getting it after we'd done the deed?"
"It would have been nice to know you were doing it while I was thinking about you," he said, "but it was still hot. Next time you'll have to send one before you start.
"So, what about this afternoon? Excited?" he asked.
"Oh yeah," I said. "I get wet every time I think about it. Two cocks! I love being with more than one guy. I love having more than one cock inside me."
"More than one, huh?" he asked. "What about more than two?"
"You know what they say, 'The more the merrier!'" I said, grinning at him. I loved being able to talk like this with Jim. I loved teasing him, and I loved opening up with him.
