My dick began to swell as I thought about fucking Brooke. She didn’t notice immediately, so I shifted in my seat and casually adjusted myself. I was half-hard already, and her copper eyebrows rose in surprise. Then she unconsciously moistened her lips. I made my dick twitch in response, which made her laugh. She covered it quickly, although her blue eyes smiled over her hand.
“Rain coming,” I said to no one in particular.
She frowned at the non sequitur, while the others stopped talking and seemed to notice the sky for the first time.
“Not for a couple of hours,” I added. “But still… we should probably think about moving the party inside.”
Brooke’s expression relaxed when she realized what I was up to. I shot her a grin, caught Trip’s eye, and sent a wave of telepathy at him, Threesome!
“Paul’s right,” he said. “We should probably head inside.”
“But it’s so nice out,” Christy complained. She dismissed the clouds with a wave. “A little rain never hurt anyone.”
Wren suppressed a grin. “Looks like Paul isn’t the only one…”
Christy frowned. She’d been drinking bourbon while she sang, and she hadn’t switched to sangria like we had. She wasn’t drunk, but she was further along than the rest of us.
“What do you mean?” she asked uncertainly.
“He isn’t the only one… who’s slow on the uptake,” Wren finished.
“I am not slow on the uptake.”
“Oh, my love…” Wren smiled affectionately. Then she glanced at Trip and turned serious. “Why don’t you all head in. We’ll join you in a while.”
“I’m not slow,” Christy grumbled under her breath.
I stood and bent to kiss the top of her head. “Are you okay?”
“I’m fine.” She sighed. “I suppose you’re right. Only, I wanted to go for a swim.”
“Go,” I said. “Swim. Have fun. Join us in a while.”
“No, but thank you.” She sighed and forced a smile. Some part of her didn’t like when she wasn’t the center of attention. She wasn’t ungracious about it, but she couldn’t hide her feelings from me.
“Are you sure?” Brooke asked her.
“Of course. I wanna go for a swim. Besides, I… um… might be a little drunk after all.” It was a little white lie, a convenient way to pass the baton. “I should probably sober up a bit.”
“We’ll be fine,” Wren said to us. “We’ll come inside if it starts to rain.”
I surveyed the sky. “At least an hour. Probably two.”
Wren nodded and then smiled at Trip and me. “Have fun.”
“Thanks, babe.”
“Your place or mine?” I quipped, only half-serious.
“Mine.” He grinned. “Home field advantage.”
I rolled my eyes but extended a hand to Brooke. She took it and stood, and I felt a surge of desire at the sight of her body. The little head began making plans in earnest. She noticed and smiled shyly.
“Lay on, MacDuff,” I said to Trip, and suddenly remembered the last time I’d heard that phrase. I’d been about to have a threesome then, too. I chuckled at how my memory worked.
“What’s so funny?”
“Long story,” I said. “Some other time.” Like, never. I gestured for Brooke to precede me. “After you, my lady.”
* * *
Trip turned on the light as he led us into the bedroom. Brooke was excited but nervous, so I decided to make the first move. I turned her toward me and kissed her. She sighed and leaned into me as the kiss heated up. Then I pulled back and nodded at Trip.
Brooke stretched up for a kiss, and he obliged. I pressed my erection into her hip. She reached back and stroked it. Then she caught Trip’s dick with her other hand.
“God,” she panted, “I can’t believe it’s really happening.”
Trip didn’t answer with words. Instead, he cupped her face and kissed her again. She leaned into him and moaned softly. He pulled her closer, and she steadied herself with a firm grip on my hard-on. Then she turned and kissed me. I squeezed her breast and tweaked the nipple, while Trip did the same on his side.
Brooke kissed us and stroked our cocks and grew more excited with every passing moment. Then she gasped, and I realized that Trip had started playing with her pussy.
“Let’s move to the bed,” he suggested.
“Uh-uh, not yet.” She grinned and sank to her knees.
She grabbed my cock and then his. She took turns sucking one and stroking the other. She was enjoying herself, acting out a fantasy, and I wasn’t about to stop her.
Trip had other plans, and he eventually lifted Brooke to her feet. He guided her onto the bed and told her to lie back. She grinned and scooted toward the headboard.
He began by kissing her feet. Then he slowly moved toward her pussy, so I crawled up beside her. I kissed her again and squeezed her breast. Her breathing quickened as Trip spread her legs. He settled between them and began licking her pussy.
I took the opportunity to watch, although he wasn’t doing anything special. Then again, what did I know? I wasn’t on the receiving end, after all. Besides, it was probably a combination of things. I told myself to relax, that I didn’t have to be the best at everything.
Instead, I spent a couple of minutes kissing Brooke and sucking her stiff nipples. She reached for my hard-on and stroked insistently, so I rose to my knees and scooted closer. She smiled up at me and kissed the underside of my shaft. Then she closed her eyes and began sucking slowly.
“Switch places with me,” Trip said a few minutes later.
I started to move before I realized he was talking to Brooke. I sat back on my heels, and she sat up. Trip spun and lay on his back, with his head toward the foot of the bed.
“Sit on my face.”
Brooke’s eyes flashed with eagerness as she climbed into position. He latched onto her pussy like a limpet. She moaned softly and closed her eyes to enjoy it.
I stood on the mattress and moved to her side. I thrust my cock toward her, and she began sucking again. Trip stroked himself with one hand and used the other to guide Brooke’s hips where he wanted them.
We changed position a couple of minutes later. He turned toward the headboard, leaned against the pillows, and stroked his erection.
“Climb on,” he said. “No, the other way, facing Paul.”
She swung her leg over his stomach, braced her hands on his thighs, and scooted forward. Then she sat up and reached between her legs. She gripped his cock, steadied it, and groaned as he palmed her ass and guided her down.
I let them get situated before I stepped forward. Brooke started stroking my cock instead of sucking. She closed her eyes and concentrated on the sensations in her pussy as she moved her hips. I gave her another moment. Then I put my hand on the back of her head. I guided my dick to her mouth, and she started sucking again.
We kept it up for several minutes, until Trip asked if I was ready to switch.
“What?”
He chuckled. “Earth to Paul.”
“Sorry. I was in my own little world.”
“I could tell.” He grinned and patted Brooke’s flank. “Turn around. Suck me while Paul fucks you.”
He’d grown a lot more confident in the years since we’d had our first threesome. He’d never been a shrinking violet, but he’d always been happy to follow my lead, at least when it came to sex. He had his own script now, and he wasn’t shy about directing things.
Brooke moved between his legs and thrust her ass toward me. She started by kissing his cock and tasting her own juices. Then she began sucking, and he rested his hand on her head. I teased her pussy for a moment. She moaned and sucked Trip deeper, so I kept it up.
Eventually, I scooted forward, lubricated the head of my cock, and slid into her. I steadied her hips and began fucking. She released Trip’s dick and used it as a handhold. He gave her a moment before he brushed her hair out of the way and gently guided her to his dick again.