They met on the subway train.
Or, more accurately, they met him on the subway train.
The three of them, Barb, Sarah and Gwen, were returning from Center City on a nearly empty Market-Frankford El. Gwen couldn't remember now what they had been talking about. Hadn't they been University students together? Perhaps they'd been talking about classes, or boys, or sex?
But all conversation had stopped when he got on board. All three of them noticed him, they couldn't help but notice him. He stepped on board looking straight at them, the tip of his tongue tracing the edge of his lips.
He sat right across from them, much closer than expected for such an empty subway car. Gwen remembered spending the long stretch between Fifteenth Street and Thirtieth Street running her eyes up and down him. Silently, for she knew her friends were doing the same, they took in his shoulder length hair, his neatly trimmed goatee, his physique barely contained under a sharp yet casual suit. Her gaze halted as she watched the bulge grow under his pant leg, pressing towards them.
"How would you ladies like to accompany me back to my place?"
Gwen couldn't remember if all three of them answered, or just one of them. She tried to remember leaving the subway with him and her friends. The walk to his place, where was it? Did he actually collect a kiss as a toll before entering? Had she allowed herself to be kissed?
Her attempts to reconstruct the events was interrupted as he handed her a glass of wine. The three of them stood in a line, Gwen on his far left, Barb on his far right. Sarah, who was only five four, stood between them, allowing Gwen to glance over at Barb. She didn't glance back, but watched their host with an expression Gwen had never seen before. Sarah shifted between them, nearly squirming as she stood there, eyes clearly following the still enormous bulge running down their hosts leg.
Gwen took a sip of the wine, trying to concentrate. They stood in his den, and for the first time other meanings for the word den came to Gwen's mind. The room had incredibly thick rugs, almost like a wall to wall mat. Tapestries hung on all sides of them, blocking any windows. Large, low slung chairs and plush cushions pressed into the corners of the room. Incense burned from somewhere, for Gwen could smell the thick musty scent. The wine tasted like the incense, coating her mouth and throat in the thick sweetness. She finished the glass in gulps.
"Now, who goes first?"
Gwen nearly choked on her wine as she looked up from her glass. Their host was now lounging, naked, across one of the chairs. She didn't know when or how he'd removed all his clothes. Part of her was fearful of the sight and how he'd come to be nude so quickly. Another part of her dismissed her concerns as her eyes fixed upon him. The bulge had hid nothing, and yet the sight of him so casual and so hard at the same time shocked Gwen. Surely someone would speak up, they shouldn't stay, right?
All of that, the sight of him and her thoughts, took but a second. In the next second Barb stepped forward, pulling her blouse off over her head, "Me," she managed to say before sinking to her knees before him. Gwen felt a shock, and amazement at Barb's response. Barb's head lowered over his waist, her hair cascading down over his hips. Gwen watched, suddenly realizing she also felt a twinge of envy.
Barb's head started working up and down over him, her hips raised behind her. Their host watched her for a moment, then tilted his head back, a soft moan escaping from him. He didn't relax totally though, for his hands slid down her back and when they reached the strap of her bra he looked back down at her to help undo the clasp. His hands then twisted into her hair until he lifted her head.
Gwen felt another shock as Barb looked up at him, for she could clearly hear her from where she stood, "Fuck me." Gwen could see the smile on their host's face, "Only if you really want me to."
Barb sat up and started unbuttoning her jeans. Gwen could hear their host chuckling at the speed with which Barb worked. Gwen could also hear a small sound from Sarah, a whimper, perhaps a moan. Barb stood, quickly removing her clothes in swift motions. For a moment she nearly lost her balance, but their host steaded her with a hand.
Having regained her balance, she now faced her two friends as she bent over to step out of her clothes. Gwen watched the sway of Barb's breast, could see the moisture between Barb's legs, could imagine Barb's salty taste.
"Where did that come from?" she felt a panic at the thought, or was it a thrill?
But even such thoughts were interrupted as their host simply took Barb by her hips and pulled her back down on top of him. Barb spread her legs, letting his legs stretch out from between her legs. With her right hand she reached down for him, lifting him up to her, stroking him along the way. His own left hand joined her right to help guide him into her. She was clearly eager, for as soon as the tip of his head was in place she lowered herself as far as she could. She leaned back against him as they slid together. His hands wrapped around her to squeeze her breasts. Their two hips worked together as one, lifting Barb up with each thrust. Her back arched, lifting her breasts against his hands.
