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I reach up for support, my hands gliding along supple thighs to stomach, upward to her tits, which hang defiantly. They are heavy, yet soft to the touch; hard nipples surrounded by waxy areolas that I caress as her whimpers meet my own. As I grit my teeth, I concentrate on squeezing my lover’s manhood tight with my own sex, encircling him within my juicy tunnel in an effort to slow him down. But he is unrelenting—a piston that keeps cranking in and out, in and out, with no letup in sight. And so, I give in to the sensations that wash through me—this delicious feeling of receiving and giving love in tandem. A thread of energy passes from t
his unknown male lover through my body to hers as we unite, three strangers who connect for the express purpose of making passionate love. It’s a feeling beyond description—when you gaze upon naked flesh, shivering in anticipation as he enters you for the first time. And I am not ashamed nor do I feel polluted. This force that flows through our bodies is too delectable to ignore.
A sound off to the left startles us in mid-movement. A cough and a voice pierce our reverie.
“Think I’ve had enough of this.”
A voice I know all too well.
Damon’s.
“Baby?” I shout.
Behind me, my male lover has slowed his thrusting. He pats my ass as if saying good-bye and then backs away, pausing as the head breaches my engorged pussy lips, allowing both of us one last second of tactile pleasure before he pulls completely out. In front of me, my female friend too has disengaged herself from me, and I am left with her scent and taste on my tongue as it darts between my teeth, searching for more sustenance. Her hand tussles my hair once before she moves away.
“Was wondering when you were gonna join in,” my lover says. I straighten up as my dress cascades down my thighs. I use this opportunity to tear the blindfold away from my eyes.
We are outdoors on some kind of rooftop deck. In front of me is a circular fountain. Tables and chairs litter the deck surface. Damon, to the left by the ledge, is sitting back in one of the chairs, fully clothed as he stares unblinkingly at me. On the table nearby is a martini glass and an ashtray that holds a smoldering cigar. He grasps it gingerly between his fingers before placing it to his lips and taking a long puff. All the while, his eyes never leave me. He cocks his head to the side toward my male lover, a tall, dark man, clad only in a tight black T-shirt that shows off his muscles. I can’t help but notice he is well endowed. His head is shaved and his eyes are dark. He is unfamiliar to me. He shoots me a smile that I have trouble returning. Next to him stands a curvy nude woman who reaches for Damon’s cigar as she eyes me curiously. Her short caramel hair stands out even in the shadows of nightfall, and suddenly I recognize her from downstairs—the woman who spoke to me as I was heading to the ladies’ room. That moment seems like a lifetime ago with all that has transpired between us.
I am frozen in place but will myself to move. Damon’s voice stops me in my tracks.
“Bitch!”
“What did you say?” I ask, my eyes blinking rapidly.
“You heard me. I see you’re having about as much fun as one can have,” Damon responds with a hiss.
“What’s up, boo?” the woman beside him asks, raking his arm with a fingernail. “Why you tripping? I thought this was your idea.”
“It was,” Damon quipped, taking a quick drag on the cigar that the woman returns to him. “But I thought girlfriend was at least gonna wait before getting this party started. Guess I was wrong.”
“Damon, what are you talking about?” I am standing directly in front of him, glancing downward. He looks so good lying there in the molded plastic seat, his flat stomach and sinewy muscles seemed to come to life when he shifts his weight. “I…don’t know what you’re saying…I thought you were down with this…I thought you were playing along, waiting—”
“For what?” he interrupts. “Waiting for what, Josey?” Damon eyes me with disdain. My heart is beating fast and I feel a shiver race across my skin. My male lover takes a swig from a wine bottle and hands it to the woman.
“Hey, dude, what’s up? I thought everything was cool.” He is still semi-hard and makes no attempt to cover himself up. I flick my eyes over his body, shivering with the memory of the way he impaled me with that succulent piece of meat. Quickly, I glance away.
“I’m cool with both of you,” Damon says, glancing between the two of them. “It’s her I’ve taken issue with.”
“Damon—I don’t understand,” I say.
“It’s simple, really,” Damon responds, getting up while downing the rest of his martini. I step back, not out of fear, but because I suddenly feel intensely uncomfortable inside his space. “This whole thing was actually a test, Josey. A test that you failed.”
“What?” I implore. “What kind of test?”
“I wanted to see what you would do—given the circumstance—without me—”
“Without you? What are you talking about?” I yell, flailing my arms high. “You’ve been here the entire time. You set this up, you just admitted that.”
“Yes, Josey, but you didn’t know that. I wanted to see how far you’d go. In the room downstairs you didn’t know if I was there or not, but you didn’t let that stop you. You proceeded to get it on, without me. Same thing in the hallway. You didn’t pause to think about what you were doing, fucking some guy without me being there! No, you just proceeded along as if I didn’t exist.”
The woman walks behind Damon and wraps her arms around his frame, nuzzling her chin in his neck. Her hand snakes down to fondle him.
“Come on, Damon,” she says. “This is getting a bit too serious, don’t you think? I thought we were all down for some fun,” I hear her remark as she eyes me.
“I was…”
I’ve had about as much as I can stand.
