Three's Company
--Jon--
I woke up the next morning at around 11 AM with my beautiful girlfriend Tiffany tucked neatly into my arms. I couldn't say the same for the sheets beneath us, though -- they were messy with last night's playtime fluids dried into the weave. At least they'd wash out.
I woke Tiffany up, and we were getting dressed together when she asked me if I'd fingered our roommate Katelyn since the day she'd tricked me into it. My mind was suddenly thrown into freak-out mode...Tiffany has an annoying tendency of being able to know when I've done something she'd consider wrong. My thoughts whirled around in my head, trying to come up with a plausible lie that she might have a small chance of believing.
I'd wasted too much time. She stared at me until I spoke. "Once or twice," I said quietly. I'm sure my face was red as could be. "She squirts when she has a really strong orgasm."
She laughed.
"You're not mad?" I was incredibly confused. Shouldn't my girlfriend be mad at me for fingering another girl?
"Not in the least. Her pussy doesn't taste half bad either." She grinned lecherously. "Have you tasted yet?"
Despite the fact that we've been together for nearly six years now, Tiffany still manages to surprise me with how lenient she can be with regards to me and other women sometimes. "Would you let me?"
"Only if I can join in." I knew there was a catch, but this one I was perfectly fine with. I instantly got a mental image of my girlfriend lying on her back as our roommate licked her pussy. Tiffany must have noticed something because the lecherous grin came back. "
Some
body's having dirty tho-oughts," she said in a sing-songy voice.
"Guilty as charged. Do you want to take care of it?" I asked hopefully.
"If I take care of you now what's to say you'll be ready for tonight? I want you full to the brim of cum for us tonight, lover boy." She kissed me and wandered out of the room in a loose tank top and her underwear. I watched her ass as she left and wondered how the hell I got a girl like that.
Since it was a Saturday, none of us had work or classes, and so I left our bedroom and found the girls sprawled out on the couch and already watching a movie. "Breakfast is in the kitchen, there's muffins and waffle batter, and the waffle iron should be heated up," Katelyn called out, not even turning her head to look at me.
I couldn't blame her, though. They were watching Pirates of the Caribbean. I knew how the girls loved mooning over Orlando Bloom and Johnny Depp. So in order to avoid interrupting them, I busied myself in the kitchen with the waffle maker. As my waffle was cooking, I grabbed a plate, a fork, and a glass of orange juice. I took the waffle out when it was done just right, and went into the living room and sat between the two girls, placing my plate and glass on the coffee table in front of me. I kissed Tiffany first, then Katelyn as Johnny Depp clashed swords with someone on-screen.