A/N: This is my third submission to Literotica - so please offer up some constructive criticism. As always, every person in my story is 18 or older. Also, please keep in mind that this is a nonconsent story. If you don't like such stories, then I would advise against reading the following text.
Happy reading!
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Sean was beginning to piss me off.
We were in our friend's basement, watching a movie with said friend that the two of them had been fangirling over for weeks. James, the aforementioned friend, was reclining in his bean bag chair. I was sprawled out on his futon couch, my head resting in Sean's lap. The three of us were still in our work uniforms, having headed straight to the basement as soon as we left the diner.
Unfortunately for me, the female uniform consisted of a soda pop dress with a hem line that barely reached mid-thigh. I hadn't thought much of it until I'd felt Sean's feather light touch on my bare thigh.
That wouldn't have been so bad, but then he'd started rubbing my thigh.
I sighed loudly and slapped his hand away; I was in no mood for this - especially in front of James. He and I had been best friends since we were toddlers until he'd professed his undying love for me last summer. Honestly, though, with his sweet smile, thick glasses, and unruly curly hair, I saw him more as a friend and had told him as such; the last thing I wanted was for him to catch my boyfriend fondling me not three feet away from him.
The movie was boring.
So boring that I found myself dozing, head still in Sean's lap. He began stroking my hair, too, which was incredibly soothing. I was so tired that I barely noticed that his hand was brushing lower and lower. Indeed, it was sending lazy thrills through me.
Still in that weird place between sleep and conscious, I was vaguely aware that Sean was speaking softly. I caught the words, "Jenna's asleep," and James answering grunt. But Sean's hand had slid right up my thigh by then and was gently massaging my pussy. I drowsily cursed myself; if I made a scene now, James would see.
So I stayed still as possible, dutifully ignoring the wetness gathering between my legs. Sean rubbed my outer lips softly before slipped a finger within the folds, causing me to jump. He'd stopped his low murmuring and was continuing his assault on my pussy quietly. I clenched my jaw to keep from moaning as he pushed his finger in and out, shutting my eyes tightly to keep up the pretense of sleeping.
After a moment of him finger-fucking me gently, he removed his hand from my pussy. I almost breathed a sigh of relief until he touched me again. This was a deliberate, hot, and wet probe at my clit. I bit my tongue to keep from yelping and tried to keep still, even as my clit was rubbed in slow, agonizing circles. Whatever it was slid from my clit to my pussy and dipped in deep, curving in against my vagina in fervent laps.
"She tastes amazing, doesn't she?" I heard Sean whisper. I felt a vibrating "Mmhmm," against my pussy and then had unmistakable sensation of a face pressed fully between my thighs, breathing in deeply and exhaling. I yelped and tried to bring my legs together while simultaneously reaching to cover myself. Instead, my fingers tangled in hair and my eyes flew open, heart in my throat.
James had his face buried in between my thighs and was lapping at my pussy hungrily, letting his tongue dip in deep before dragging it slowly to my clit. Flicking it. Those deep blue eyes bore into mine mischievously and he kept at it, grabbing my thighs and spreading them open for him.
"JAMES -" his name was a strangled gasp that was cut off as Sean sat up fully behind me, covering my mouth with a hand as he threw his other arm around me. Holding me down -
"Shhh, baby," his breath was hot in my ear as he struggled to undo the buttons on the front of my dress. "James was just curious about you. I thought he'd like a piece of what I've been getting for months."
I writhed, bucking my hips in an attempt to get them off of me. All it did was press myself harder against James' face in a gasp-worthy movement. James moaned against me and began licking even more desperately, stopping momentarily to nibble at my clit. I stiffened and gasped against Sean's hand right as he managed to pull at my dress, sending buttons raining down on James. The traitorous fabric fell apart, revealing to both of them that I had indeed forgone undergarments that day.
Sean wasted no time, dropping both of his hands down to my breasts - weighing them, pinching them, kneading them. I could feel his erection, rock hard, digging into my back. All of it - James and his feasting, Sean's mauling of my breasts, his erection - it was becoming too much.
