9 comments/ 101732 views/ 11 favorites Flashpoint By: Dirty Kitten Special thanks to Mistress Lynn for her help editing this story. Any mistakes made are my own. * I expected him to blush and stammer out an excuse. I expected him to turn tail and run like a scared puppy. I expected slamming doors and spitting gravel from the tires. He did none of those. Instead, he stood frozen at the door. I watched as he set each of his tools on the table with careful precision. My heart pounded as he turned back toward us. "I'd love to," he said with a smile. ********** The loud ring of the doorbell echoed through the house and I hurried to pick up the last few toys scattered around the floor. I tossed them into the toy box in my daughter's closet and rushed to answer the door. "Hey! Thanks so much for coming over. The toys in Anne's room are taking over the world." Jim looked relaxed standing there, the tools he needed for the job in his hand. "Putting these shelves up will help a lot." "No problem. I'm glad I could help." He smiled and climbed the step into the house. I looked up as Jim towered above me, only inches away. I could smell the faint scent of after-shave mixed with sunshine. I had always been attracted to him, and having him so near made every sense in my body go on ready alert. I led him through the living room and into Anne's room. Stuffed animals covered every available surface, crowding the bookshelf, bed, and corners of the room. "Holy cow. I thought you were kidding!" Jim chuckled in my ear, and I swallowed a gasp at his nearness. I looked around at the overwhelming mass of furry objects. "I only wish I was kidding. The problem is that she remembers all of them by name and who gave them to her, which makes getting rid of them next to impossible." I led Jim over to the pile of shelves and hardware stacked in a corner. "My plan is to have you put these up along the full wall and then put all the animals up there. Do you think it will work?" Jim took a second to look at the hardware, which was a bracket rail system. Metal slots would hold brackets, which in turn would hold the shelves up. "Looks like it will. Do you have a stud finder?" My eyes ran the full length of Jim's body and my mouth went dry. "Yeah, I'm pretty sure I do." A slow, mega-watt smile spread on Jim's face and he chuckled low and throaty. My face flushed and I had no doubt at that moment that he could read my mind. I returned his smile with a lopsided one of my own. "I'll go get it." I left the room and walked into the garage. The clock droned a steady tick, tick, tick, on the wall and I glanced up. One hour until Emily arrived. Of all the days that Jim had been free to help, this was probably the worst. I'd purchased a new 50-inch HDTV a few weeks ago and Em was coming over to indulge in a favorite past time of ours. For years we'd been passing porn movies back and forth, giving reviews and discussing our likes and dislikes. An opportunity to watch a few together on the new television was not one we were going to miss. Unfortunately, I was desperate to get Anne's room under control. This had been the only day everyone was available while Anne was at camp. I braced myself for the usual sharp pang of heartbreak I felt whenever I rifled through my husband's things, relieved to find that it had abated into sad acceptance. I located the stud finder in the bottom of the tool cabinet and walked back into the house where the sound of happy whistling greeted me. I smiled at the unexpected sound. Jim and I had been friends for years and having him in the house always made the air feel lighter. It chased away the lingering sadness hiding in the corners. I walked back into the bedroom to find Jim on a step stool with a pencil and leveler in hand. His long, slender fingers expertly marked out a line on the wall and I stopped, stunned at the sudden visual of those same fingers expertly stroking deep inside me. A shiver ran up my spine, and my breath caught in my throat. The sound alerted him of my presence and he turned around. "You okay?" he asked. I tried to nod, but the abrupt mental image had left me weak. Instead, I shook my head in an attempt to clear it and then grimaced as concern washed over his face. Jim stepped off the ladder and walked toward me. "What's wrong? You look like you've seen a ghost." He placed his hands on my arms and the contact sent an instant shockwave through my system. "Kate?" "Oh... yeah. Sorry, I just got lost in thought." My mind raced for a plausible excuse for my obvious distress. Something other than the image of his hands manipulating my pussy. "I forgot to warn you that Emily is coming over in an hour." Confusion crossed his face. "I know Em. Why would it bother me that she's going to be here?" I took a deep breath and looked him in the eye. "She's coming over to watch porn with me." For a second, he looked stunned. I could almost hear the wheels in his head turning, processing the information. His hands, which had been holding my upper arms dropped, as through my skin had caught fire. My stomach knotted. This news hadn't been taken well, I thought. Then he let out a gusty laugh. "Of all the things I expected you to say, that wasn't one of them. Don't worry, porn doesn't offend me. Although being in this room while the two of you watch it together might be...interesting." He winked, and I grinned at the sudden boyishness in his face. "I guess I'll have to hurry so that you two can get to it." Then, chuckling to himself, he took the stud finder from my hand, turned, and went back to work. I walked out of the room and into the kitchen to check that I had all the items we would need for daiquiris. Inside, I was still shaken by the image that had flashed through my head, but I wasn't surprised. I'd been having fantasies about Jim almost since the day I'd met him, something my husband had teased me about and then used later in some of our best role-playing games. Usually, those fantasies took place at night though and not in the middle of the day with him standing in front of me. A knot of loneliness formed in my throat. It had been a long time since I'd had sex with anything that didn't have a "clean after use" label. It had been two years since Eric had died and I hadn't been willing to open myself up to anyone, emotionally or physically. The upheaval of my life had left me too weary and depressed to want to get involved in anything similar to a relationship. That image of Jim's fingers playing with the softest parts of my body had made me remember the physical comfort another person could bring. I was now keenly aware of every month and day I had gone without someone. Plastic could get you where you needed to go, but it couldn't hold you afterward and it couldn't force you to bow to its will with luscious fingertips. The sound of the hammer pounding against the wall brought to mind the thrusting of a hard cock inside my body and I tried to push the image away. Butterfly wings fluttered inside the pit of my stomach, brushing downward to tease parts of my body that didn't need any reminders of their function. I dreaded the afternoon ahead, so aroused that the poor man was lucky I didn't jump him then and there! Assured that I had everything I needed for drinks and munchies, I slipped through the sliding glass door and into the garden. As I waited for Emily, I let the mundane task of weeding dull the forceful urgency of bliss my body demanded. A bit later, footsteps sounded on the ground behind me and I stood up, turned, and was greeted by Em's smiling face. With long curly brown hair and dark ocean blue eyes, there was an innocence to her look that belied the aura of sexuality she had. I'd watched the combining effect of those contradictions knock men completely off of their game for years. She also did an admirable job of always looking like she'd recently walked off of a Cosmo magazine. Self-confident and sexy, she'd been a good friend for most of my life, always grounding me or pushing me forward as warranted. Her eyes danced merrily. "I can't believe you arranged to have Jim in the house moments before our porn fest. You must have balls like rocks." I laughed and shook my head. "Those balls are more like cannon balls, I think, and they are bordering on the explosive side so you'd better stand back." Smiling, Emily looked back at the house before returning her gaze to my face. "If you actually had balls, I am certain they would be close to exploding! When Eric was alive, you two had sex more often than a bushel of bunnies. I can't believe you've been able to go this long without." Emily's arms wrapped around me in a quick, impulsive hug, "Welcome back to the land of the Nymphos." "Maybe." I responded, hesitant. "I think that might be a little optimistic considering that I haven't actually had sex yet. Besides, I've started thinking that maybe I'm not that person anymore. Maybe that person went away and this battery-dependent person took her place." Emily looked down at the ground, her face clouding, "No. That person is still in there, she's just been depressed and sad for a long time. But, now, she needs to come out and play." "I'm not so sure about that. I'm not sure I can be that person without Eric. I'm not sure about anything." I said. Unfortunately, I belied the words by casting a wistful glance at the bedroom window where Jim was working. Emily saw the direction of my gaze and called me on it. "Anything other than maybe tying Jim to the bed and fucking him until he cries out and pleads for mercy?" "Em!" I choked back a giggle and whispered. "Oh my God! I think he can hear you!" Emily's eyes danced with mischief. "That would be a bad thing, why?" I groaned, laying my head back and looking to the heavens for help. Emily was like the FBI, CIA, and a polygraph test all rolled into one. Hiding something from her was generally impossible. Since she'd always known how much I liked Jim, she'd just push until I answered honestly. "It wouldn't be a bad thing, I guess. It's just that I'm out of practice. I don't know how to do this anymore." "Do what?" "Well, come on, it isn't like I can just walk up to him and say, 'Gee, I'd really like to do the horizontal bop with you. How's about we go back to the bedroom and get it on, Baby?'" Emily looked at me, contemplating. "I don't see why not, you'd be doing him a favor. He's a man and men think with their penises. He wouldn't need to work for it, then." I opened my mouth to comment, but never got a chance. Emily was on a roll and not to be stopped. "There's no harm in trying." She shrugged and continued. "Just invite him to join us. Go up to him and say, 'So Jim, Emily and I are thinking about having a wild orgy and wondered if you'd like to join us?' That ought to get his attention." I choked back horrified laughter. "Ya think?" "Yeah. I do. Watching porn with two women and wondering what'll happen next has to come close to some sort of ultra-male fantasy. It may not even be necessary to mention the orgy part. It's time to put those batteries away and remind yourself what real, hard flesh feels like." I was too stunned to say anything, but the idea of asking Jim to stay had merit. Maybe this wasn't the worst day for him to have come over after all. Maybe it was the best. I would have moral support sitting on the same couch. Then I remembered, "Emily, I already mentioned the porn thing to him and he's hurrying right now to get done so he can leave." "What did you say exactly?" "Just that you were coming over and we were going to watch porn together. I didn't want to offend him or anything if he wasn't done working. He didn't act like he wanted to stay." "Yeah, but did you ask him to?" "No, but..." "Did you ask him if he wanted to stay?" I started to respond, but she kept going. "Look, we'll just ask. There's no harm in that, right?" I numbly shook my head. "Okay. If he says yes, then what?" "Just take it one step at a time. I'll be there watching. Giving you moral support." Emily winked then shrugged, smiling slyly. "I like to watch." I looked off into the distance, thinking, and heard Emily's voice sober. "Kate, seriously, what have you got to lose?" Memories of my friendship with Jim, and the numerous times he'd been there to help, flashed through my mind. One of the few people that had not gone distant after Eric's death, he'd chosen to cope by helping with the things Eric had done. Whether that meant changing the oil in my car or fixing the roof, I could count on him. The idea that I might lose his companionship because I'd gotten horny made my blood cold. I took a deep breath, letting it out with slow precision and glanced back at her. "If things don't go well, I'm thinking a lot." "Well then, we'll just have to make sure things go well." Wasn't that just the epitome of hope, I thought morosely, and followed her back into the house. Apparently, we were going to ask my friend the handyman to become just a wee bit more handy. **** My stomach twisted in knots and I was shaking as I walked back to my daughter's bedroom to ask Jim if he wanted a drink. I had no idea how I was going to ask him if he wanted to stay. I was terrified that he'd say no and I'd make an easy relationship strained. I felt like a cartoon character with personalities on my shoulders, one dictating caution, the other begging for sexual fulfillment. I arrived at the door and glanced around. The shelves were about half completed. He was doing a great job, as usual. I cleared my throat so that I wouldn't startle him. "How are things going in here?" Tightening a screw into a bracket, Jim answered without looking at me. "Uh, Good. Good, I think. It's going a little slower than I figured, but they look nice. You had a great idea." He shot a smile over his shoulder and then turned back. "Thanks." I glowed at the compliment. "Emily is here and we were getting ready to make banana daiquiris. Would you like one?" "No thanks. They are a little too..." "Girlie?" "Yeah." The screw finally into the bracket, Jim turned around. His face looked flushed and a bead of sweat glistened on his brow. There was an intense look in his eye that made me shiver. "I'd love a diet Coke if you've got one." My limbs felt liquid. He seemed to be oozing sexuality out his pores. I squeezed my eyes closed trying to concentrate on his words. "Of course I have one. I'd never invite you over without having some in the house. I'll... I'll be right back." I hurried out of the room, cursing myself for a complete loss of control. While I got his soda from the kitchen, I attempted to settle my frayed nerves. What the heck had come over me? Hope, I thought. Hope was making me see things that weren't there, such as a man that had looked suspiciously turned on. Of course, that couldn't have been true, could it? Squaring my shoulders, I walked back into the room. The first thing I noticed was the window. The open window. Had it been that way a minute ago? I couldn't remember. I handed him the Coke, watching as he opened the can and took a long drink. His Adam's apple moved along the flat expanse of throat as he swallowed. At the slow up and down motion my heart flipped over then set off at a quick pace. All I had to do was get through this one question and, if things went well, I'd be able to kiss whisker-roughened terrain. "Emily and I are going to--," I paused, thinking of the right words, unwilling to invite him flat-out to an orgy. I searched for a sign that he already knew what I was going to ask. "I know. Watch adult movies. You told me earlier. It's okay, I'm not easily offended." I stifled a little disappointment as he simply turned back to the shelves. I felt dismissed. "You girls have fun." "Okay, well, thanks." Try as I might, I couldn't detect any interest coming from him. Disheartened, I walked back into the kitchen. "Emily, I can't do it. I just don't think the guy is interested." Emily turned toward me. "Well then, let's go have fun without him." We grabbed our drinks and headed into the living room. I chose 'Tell Me What You Want' as the first film. The somewhat dark movie followed a woman's first experience with submission. We watched as the female character met her master and then performed to his liking. At best, it was a lukewarm picture and we fast-forwarded through a lot of it, until it approached the end. The last scene showed five men fondling and fucking the blindfolded actress, while the Master watched. The segment was dramatic and intense. Emily groaned. "Now, that's the wonderful thing about fantasy. I may never do something like that in real life, but, damn, it's nice to watch and think about." I nodded agreement. "It is nice to think about. 'Course, for me right now, just having sex is nice to think about." Emily chuckled low and throaty and glanced toward the bedroom. "So, what are you waiting for, then?" Dropping my head back on the couch, I gave in. "Okay. I'll ask when he comes out." "Good." Emily got up and took our glasses back into the kitchen to refill them while I switched movies. If the truth were to be told, I didn't really want to ask Jim to stay. No, I preferred the strong silent communication that involved shoving him against the wall and just going to it. Sadly, that move would probably get me in trouble. I was going to appeal to his instinctive male side, instead relying on the conviction that men wanted sex. At any moment, I could make a humiliating mistake. I grimaced. I should just purchase one of those rubber doll things, I thought, but then they didn't have wonderful, luscious fingertips either. Emily breezed back into the room and I looked up. "So, what do you have for our viewing pleasure next?" Emily asked with a grin. "Is it something hot, or something not?" "Smoking hot." I pulled the case out of the cabinet and handed it to her. "It's one of Jenna's earlier movies, 'Flashpoint'. She stars as a firefighter." I wiggled my eyebrows at her. "It will be interesting to see if she spends more time in or out of uniform." I sat back down on the couch and turned the movie on, but the sudden quiet in the house distracted me from the television. The hammering had stopped. I looked at Emily, who shrugged. "I guess he's done. Let's just watch the movie. He'll come out when he's ready." "I just want him to come." I mumbled. "Or was that me? I want me to come." "Well, if things go well, we'll all come." Emily said with a grin. My heart slammed inside my chest. I wanted Jim so badly that if he said no to the invitation I would need to excuse myself to get rid of some tension. Emily would get a kick out of that one. I wondered what Emily was going to do if I succeeded. Was she truly going to watch or was it going to turn into a three-some? I pondered the idea as the credits began to appear on-screen. I realized that it didn't matter to me if she watched or joined. I was comfortable with either outcome. Having her there would settle my nerves, and if I was going to jump into the nymphomania saddle again, I might as well do it with a bang. The movie began and we were drawn into the action as Jenna and her gang of firefighting heroes responded to a car accident. The acting was so porn-movie that we were having a difficult time controlling our laughter when Jim walked into the living room. Relaxed by the sudden tension breaker of adult movie drama, I looked at him and asked, "Getting ready to leave?" Jim's eyes darted a glance at the television and then skittered back. His tongue wet his lips and then he cleared his throat. "Yeah. The shelves went up easily and they look like they'll do the job. Go look at Anne's room when you get a chance. If you see anything that needs to be fixed just give me a call and I'll come back." Flashpoint I took a deep breath, thinking that his comment was probably the best opening I was going to get. I let the words spill out of my mouth. "Why don't you stay for awhile and watch the movie with us?" Putting a light tone to my voice in an attempt to hide how much I wanted him, I teased, "If you get uncomfortable we love to watch. Or help." I let a slow, almost calculated smile spread across my mouth, hoping that I hadn't gone too far, but at the same time wanting to be sure the idea of sex entered his brain. "What do you say?" As uninterested as he'd seemed in the bedroom, I expected him to blush and stammer out an excuse or turn tail and run like a scared puppy. I expected slamming doors, spitting gravel from the tires, and a lot of relationship mending to do in the next few weeks. He stood frozen at the door. Then, slow and determined, he set the tools on the table next to the door and turned back toward us. "I'd love to." The look in his eyes was dark and seductive, and a delightful shiver ran through my veins. Emily flashed a grin at me that I acknowledged with wide eyes. Holy cow, I thought. It had actually worked. Jim walked the short distance to the couch and sat himself in between us. He slung his arms around our shoulders, drawing us close. His nearness made my senses spin. "So, what movie are we watching, girls?" We filled him in on the movie and then watched, commenting on various aspects of the production. His body was warm next to mine and the air carried the masculine scent of his cologne. I felt a sense of pleasure when I realized that he wore the Chaps I'd gotten him for Christmas the year before. Jim shifted slightly, his leg raising and lowering against mine. Each time he shifted, I could feel the hair on his legs pull and drag across mine. Time slowed as each follicle brushed up and then down again, the motion acting as an electric conduit. It sent jolts of sensation through my lower abdomen and I felt my sex swell and open. On screen, two girls and a guy sat on a couch talking and cuddling. It was supposed to be a serious moment in the movie as they talked about the death of one of their own. However, it wasn't their conversation that had my attention. The characters were sitting on a couch in the same positions we were, and they had just made their first bold moves toward uninhibited sex. All I could think about was starting a threesome of my own. I knew Emily was up for it, but Jim remained a big question mark. I decided to test the water. I raised and lowered my bare leg against Jim's, more slowly than he'd either intentionally or unintentionally been doing against mine. I didn't want there to be any misinterpretations about whether or not it was accidental. Up I went on toe point, slow and deliberate, and then down again on my heel. I felt clunky and out of practice. I paused, waiting to see what response my move would get. When nothing happened, I tried again. I rubbed my foot along the underside of his leg up toward his knee. I looked down and admired the softness of his skin, the hair worn away by years of friction from rubbing denim. I imagined my body resting between his legs and my nipples hardened into peaks. I wanted to know what it felt like to wake up with those legs draped over me, moving against me. I moved my foot slowly back down over the soft curve of his muscled calf and waited for his response. He did nothing. He could have played a human statue at an art fair. I felt myself teetering on the edge of foolishness and frustration, swimming in a sea of dismay. I was desperate for him, but didn't want to push so hard that I pushed him away. I leaned forward and looked over at Emily, noticing that she was looking my way. Daring a glance at Jim and finding him fixated on the television, I conveyed in facial expression everything I possibly could to ask for advice. My eyebrows shot up into my forehead as I tried to convey my question about whether I should keep trying. Emily nodded, very slightly in response. Blood rushed through my veins. I needed one bold move. Something that put everything I had into it, without having Jim feel like he needed to call 911. Black hair curled and disappeared into the open legs of his shorts and my breath caught. I put my hand on his thigh and followed the trail upward, stopping just inside the opening of his shorts. I swallowed convulsively. Jim's fingers constricted and dug into my shoulder and I winced. Then, pulling his arms from around us, he hunched down with his elbows on his knees. I looked away, defeated. Other than accosting the man, there were no other moves to make. I watched one of the girls on television start giving the guy head. I wanted that girl to be me. I wanted to taste the salty sweet length of him and smell the scent that only Jim's body could make. I glanced over at Jim as he leaned into the couch, his arms resting in his lap. Outwardly, he looked relaxed, but there were beads of perspiration along his brow line that made me glance down at his shorts to see if he was as bored as he seemed. Though he tried to hide it, the thin fabric strained to contain what looked to be a painful bulge. An image of my mouth traveling downward while Emily watched flashed through my mind, so intense that I inadvertently let out a puff of air, giving myself away. Jim's head turned and I attempted to look away, but it was too late. He had caught the direction of my gaze. Smiling, he leaned over to whisper in my ear. "Do you like what you see?" "Oh yeah," I whispered back. "Very much." "Good." I struggled to contain a smile as relief washed over me. I'd gotten the point across and there would be no relationship to mend later. He was okay with me wanting him. The problem was I wanted him now. He, on the other hand, seemed content to wait. After two years of abstinence, I wasn't as patient. I continued to watch the television, contemplating the best way to speed up his libido. As the two girls had sex with the man, I shot telepathic thoughts his way. Subliminal messages about tossing me to the floor and thrusting his way to euphoria chanted through my head, but stopped when I felt fingertips edge their way under my arm to squeeze my breast. My body went liquid as he kneaded and rubbed until the nipple hardened beneath his palm. I was having trouble breathing. It felt so good, so rough and tender. I turned more fully toward Jim to give him better access and slid my hand up his chest, over the taunt skin on his neck, until I cradled his chin in my hand. His face felt smooth beneath my palm. I traced the hard line of his jaw, feeling the skin ebb and flow over scars and dimples, loving the way my skin tingled with the touch. I turned his face to mine and leaned toward him, capturing his mouth with my own. I could feel his chest rise as he took a deep breath, committing himself fully to the kiss as he exhaled. I could taste remnants of his diet coke and groaned at the sweetness of his mouth. I wanted to feast on it. Our mouths fit perfectly as our tongues met and danced, fighting for control and entry. Deepening the kiss, I plundered inside, losing myself to the blissful entreaty as he groaned and pulled me forward. The couch shifted and we broke apart to look at Emily, who was now sitting in a large chair diagonal to us. I looked at her, not quite apologetic. "You did say you liked to watch, you know." I said in a soft, teasing voice. "That's right. You did say that Emily." Jim chimed in and we both looked at him in surprise. "Well, the window was open...." I could feel my face flush and became very interested in a piece of lint on my shirt as he continued. "Actually, I heard it all. These walls are paper thin." "So, you knew I was going to ask you to stay?" I asked, attempting a stern look that didn't quite carry through. "Well, as reluctant as you sounded I'm not going to say that 'I knew'. I hoped." Jim smiled at me, his eyes caressing over my face. "I don't understand." I stopped, pushing back to look him full in the eye. "If you knew I wanted you, why make me work so hard? It took you forever to respond." I was vaguely annoyed and it was killing my mood. Jim looked down, opening his mouth and closing it repeatedly until I started to wonder if it had all been a game. Finally, he looked up, his face soft and concerned. "I wanted to make sure that this was really what you wanted." His voice was whisper soft and I struggled to hear him. "Me, that I was what you wanted, even if for just today. I couldn't let you feel guilty tomorrow." My throat filled with tears. I felt my breath get knocked out of me as the depth of his friendship and adoration became apparent. Then a mischievous glint came into his eyes. "You know, though, I could have sworn I heard the word 'orgy' coming from both of you." Emily and I responded to his comment with a chuckle, glancing at each other. "You did, huh?" I mumbled, not sure where to take the comment. I pushed aside the emotion of the moment before and let the warmth of his devotion spread over me. "We'll see." Emily said, smiling. "For now, I'm content to watch you two. This is better than the movie." Jim and I looked at each other and then back at Emily. "Think you can stand to watch more?" Emily smiled broadly and looked back at him. "Please." **** Jim and I continued to tease each other, now no longer attempting to hide anything but never going for the grand prize. Closing in on the mark and then dancing away. His fingers grazed over neglected parts of my body, leaving the nerve-endings alive and craving more. The movie played in the background, the sounds of pleasure echoing from the television fueled our desire and the stolen glimpses of the action drove us forward in our own quest. I looked into his eyes, which had turned the color of thunderclouds that flashed with desire like summer lightening, dark and electrified. My hands roamed over the thin fabric of his shirt, feeling him tremble with restraint, and over his abdomen, stroking stomach muscles that tightened in expectancy. I prolonged the anticipation, even as I ached for the conclusion. I wanted to leave restraint behind and give way to the violent energy of my arousal. I pulled his t-shirt up and over his head, struggling to control my breathing as hardened nipples and tan skin came into view. I leaned up and captured his mouth with mine, searing my lips with sweet torture. I released him to move lower toward his nipples and heard him groan. His head fell back and his fingertips bit into my arm as I pulled one nipple into my mouth, sucking and toying. His legs fell open and I released him to look downward at the taut pull of his shorts against his erection. I felt a wonderful sense of power knowing that I could create such a wonderful show of arousal and looked up at him, a devilish smile on my face. Then, with slow precision, I opened my mouth and moved downward. I heard Jim release a whoosh of air from between his clenched teeth and felt a jolt of electricity zip through my core. The thrill I felt at having caused that sound made me dizzy. I used my bottom teeth to graze the length of his manhood through the fabric of his shorts, until I came to rest at the head of him. My teeth circled and nibbled the tender hard flesh as saliva built, anticipating the smooth skin and tiny droplets of pre-cum. I inched my hands up to the waistband of his shorts, but was cut short as I went airborne. I landed against the soft cushions with one very tall man weighing me down and a steely cock pushing against the thin fabric of my shorts. I vibrated with arousal, the animalistic move shattering the last of my restraint. His hips purposefully rocked against my open body, pressing against the hardened nub of my arousal. My hips pressed upward seeking dominion in paradise and falling short, the barrier of clothing preventing it. I groaned in frustration. I could hear Jim's ragged breathing in my ear, his body rigid and determined above mine. I closed my eyes and choked back a sob, realizing that I would beg if I could find the words. Before I could form them, I felt Jim's hand move between us, sliding higher up my leg. Those fingers that I couldn't forget crawled beneath the fabric to play with the bare flesh, penetrating. I arched high as the rhythm of his hand stroked with well practiced precision, and in long, shuddering exultation, I came. I lay drowned in a flood of fog and ecstasy, slowly coming back to awareness and the tortured moan of the man on top of me. His body was still hard with desire and I wanted only to be the temple of his fulfillment, but a second groan sounded from across the room and I looked at Emily, briefly forgotten. I could see her flushed face and the pointed tips of her breasts straining against the fabric of her shirt. She squirmed in the chair, and I looked back at Jim. "About that orgy? I feel bad for leaving Emily out." I whispered in his ear. "We should ask her to come...." I left the sentence hanging, enjoying the innuendo. Jim let out a short burst of air. "You're trying to kill me, aren't you?" He squeezed his eyes shut and then opened them again. "Are you saying what I think you are, because... I can't say no to an invitation like that." I smiled. "I didn't think you could." Jim eased off me and sat up on the couch, taking a moment to regain his composure. Then he moved off the sofa toward Emily, going down on his knees in front of her. Emily's eyes widened in surprise as Jim leaned forward and tilted his head to kiss the side of her neck, nibbling. I watched as his lips grazed her earlobe and smiled to myself, knowing from previous conversations with her that Emily's ears were high on her list of erogenous zones. As he drew her earlobe into his mouth, she let out a moan, closed her eyes, and visibly shuddered. I was surprised to find the sight so erotic, and I felt my stomach quiver as arousal that had only slightly ebbed with my orgasm grew in strength. Scooting off the sofa and on to the floor, I crawled over to where Jim knelt and reached my arms around his waist to run my hands over the length of his cock. It jerked against the palm of my hand. Peeking around to look at Emily, I noticed that her eyes had a burning, faraway look in them, as though she were completely lost to the moment, and my heart fluttered wildly against the inside of my chest. Jim slid his shorts down to reveal dark curls and a beautiful sculpted cock that sprang free. It begged to have a warm mouth suck on it. "What do you think?" he asked, his voice thick with desire. Emily and I looked at each other. There was no reason to pretend that we hadn't been hoping for this moment. Emily stood up, forcing Jim away from the chair. "What do we think? I can tell you what I think...." She drew him to a standing position, and I watched as she raised herself on tiptoe, forced his head down, and leaned in to kiss his mouth, drawing his full attention. It had been two years since I'd had the opportunity or courage to seek sexual gratification from anyone other than myself, but looking at his beautiful manhood, it felt like an eternity. The smooth silkiness of his taut skin called to me and I rejoiced that I could now taste him. With a sudden desire to quench months of thirst, I eased my way between their bodies and let my lips slide down the full length of Jim's cock. Jim gasped against Emily's mouth, and his hips rocked forward in surprise. He tasted clean and smelled like soap and the combination made me want to swallow him up. I slowly slid my mouth up and down the length of him, letting my tongue move over every ridge and vein, reveling in the feel. Jim and Emily ended the kiss and I regretfully released my suction on Jim's cock, watching as Emily knelt down to join me. Jim gasped as Emily's mouth covered him and his knees buckled. Emily slid her mouth off his shaft, nipping the head of his cock gently before looking up. "Maybe you should sit down, 'cause I think we'll be down here for awhile. I wouldn't want you to fall and hurt yourself." I nodded my agreement. I wasn't going anywhere and from the hungry look on Em's face, neither was she. Jim sat back down in the center of the couch and we moved with him, eager to continue where we left off. Emily's head moved forward again, and I levered myself up to take advantage of Jim's mouth. The kiss was soft and tender, and I could taste Emily's vanilla lipgloss on the corners of his mouth. My head went fuzzy as I tried to remain in control of the raging need to feed on his body. The fabric of my t-shirt shifted, and I felt Jim's fingers pulling at the bottom, attempting to gain access. I pulled away to lift the shirt up and over my head, letting my breasts bounce free from their confines, and watched as Jim's dark head dipped down to capture a nipple. Cool air tickled over me and I shivered he warmth of his mouth. Emily released the suction on the head of his cock, the intensity so great that it caused shlucking sound, and he accidentally bit down into the tender flesh of my breast. Instead of hurting, it caused the opposite effect, and I felt a trickle of wetness spill out of my pussy, soaking my panties and shorts . As Emily moved back to remove her clothes, I slipped off my shorts and underwear and knelt down to take her place on Jim's cock, sucking gently on the head before wrapping my hand around the bottom. Emily and placed her hand on top of mine, and together we began stroking in an unpracticed rhythm. I looked up to see him watching us, but as we sped up our pace, his head dropped back on the top of the sofa. The lines in his body became rigid as he fought to hold on to control. We were merciless as we pulled him closer and closer toward a line he didn't yet want to cross. Just as beads of sweat appeared across his forehead and his breathing started the raspy percussion of someone near release, we let him go and sat back as he adjusted to the sudden cancellation of his relief. Jim groaned long and loud from frustration and bucked his hips as his body sought out more of the sweet torment. Emily and I climbed back on the couch, each of us kissing Jim. We let our hands travel over his body, memorizing each tense muscle and line of Jim's body. We never allowed him a moment's rest as we took turns sucking his cock, licking and tasting before easing off to trade places, pausing just long enough in between to keep his orgasm at bay. The sound of Emily's moans and slurping sounds on Jim's dick sent shivers of delight down my spine, shaking droplets of wetness from my body. I spread my legs a little to allow the cool air the ability to tickle across my pussy as it opened itself up for plunder. As if sensing my desire, Jim's fingers gently caressed my leg and then slowly walked up, lightly tracing along the opening rim of my cunt. I once again took my turn sucking Jim's cock, noticing as I bent over it that the fingers of his right hand were giving Emily the same treatment I was receiving with his left. They circled and tickled along the outer ridge before prodding the opening to press inside. I pressed my ass toward his hand, silently asking him for full penetration, and moaning when he complied. Greedily, I tasted him. I didn't want to stop. Every cell in my body wanted nothing more than the feeling of his fingers, the taste of his cock, and the smell of Emily's perfume to become suspended in time. I wanted to live in that moment forever. And then his fingers moved. They stroked the inside of my cunt, rhythmically propelling me toward a shooting starfield of light and euphoria. I felt Em buck and knew that the same pleasuring torture was taking place inside her body. An inhuman sound escaped my lips at the sound of her gasp, as we pushed each other closer and closer toward nirvana. Flashpoint I let it all wash over me as I continued to lick and devour his cock. I stroked the ridge with my tongue and then swallowed him back down. I could feel the head of his cock in the base of my throat and I loved how wanton I felt having him that far down. I started to slide my lips back up toward the top of him when suddenly he moved, pulling out of my mouth so quickly that my teeth nicked him. Jim jerked his fingers from my body and I rebelled against the loss, bucking in response to their desertion. I looked at Emily for an answer, but the bewildered look on her face told me that she had received similar treatment. I looked back at Jim, watching as he stood up and turned, a feral look in his eye. He rested there, struggling to rein in his desire. There was such beauty in his wild abandonment and knowing he was so close to losing control made me crazy with the need to push him over the edge. Emily's body trembled with restraint as she forced herself to move toward the chair. She pulled out a condom from the cushion, mumbling that she had gotten it from her purse earlier, and I smiled my appreciation. I watched as Jim, with shaking hands, unwrapped and uncurled the condom to cover himself. He stood there trembling, unsure what to do next it seemed. I looked to Emily and we all looked back at the television where another sex scene played on. All three of us watched, mesmerized as the actors on screen began fucking in the doggie position. Jim looked at me, at Emily, and then back again, silently asking for help. With a courage I didn't know I possessed, I moved to the center of the couch, my hips on the edge. My legs opened wide and I coaxed Emily on top of me. With Emily facing me, entwining her legs with mine, we gave Jim full access to the deepest and softest parts of our bodies. He knelt down and entered me first. I whimpered as he stretched apart the tightness caused by two years of abstinence. We rocked back and forth and I could feel Emily's arousal rub against mine. She looked down at me, her eyes wide in both amazement and desire. Jim withdrew and eased into Emily's body, moving in and out with skilled rhythm. My heart hammered violently as the dance continued and time seemed to suspend itself. As Jim entered me once more, I tensed, edging closer and closer to the finish line. Above me, I heard Emily gasp and she bucked her hips. I opened my eyes to look at her and saw Jim's arm moving back and forth to the same cadence our bodies swayed to, his fingers playing a well-rehearsed tune. As Emily started the journey toward the edge of the universe and toppled over its edge, I felt my body heat with liquid fire. Tremors ran through my limbs then raced back to my core, tightening. I felt Jim's cock jerk violently inside the confines of my body and he cried his release, low and unbridled, and crashed against our joined bodies. The final assault of his and Emily's bodies rocking against mine, were my undoing. I clamped down and rode a wave of elation so high I could see the stars as I rocketed upward. It took us several minutes to allow gravity its task, and longer still to peel apart. Our bodies had spent so much energy on the afternoon's fun, we had little left for much else. I looked for my clothes, but was distracted by the sticky feeling of sex's aftermath. "I need a shower." I said to no one in particular, but two voices responded in unison. "Me, too!" I smiled, pondering the question of what a polite hostess might do. "Well, I do have one in the bathroom." I paused, trying to get my brain back to its functioning state. "You know, there is a serious natural resource crisis going on right now. It would be so much more... resourceful... if you'd both just join me." I looked up, teasingly, only to see two pairs of smiling eyes. Once again, unison in thought. "I'd love to!" We headed toward the bathroom, past the bedroom where Jim had been working not too long before. I snuck a peek in. "The shelves look very well put together." I looked up at him. "I'm glad you stayed so that I could tell you that in person." Emily chuckled. "So am I!" Jim looked at us both and winked. "Me, too."