2 comments/ 65985 views/ 14 favorites Making New Friends By: celticbtrfly I was blindfolded. I never thought I would enjoy being blindfolded, but here I was, sitting in the middle of the bed, blindfolded, clad only in a pair of lacy panties and equally sexy bra. I felt the bed shift as both men-one was my husband, the other a friend-moved toward me. I turned in the direction of the slight sound of sheets moving, but it was a futile movement; the blindfold kept me in the dark. I felt the brush of fingertips on my wrist before a hand gently gripped it and brought my hand to a pair of lips, kissing my palm. Another hand slid over the bare skin on my thigh as lips brushed my shoulder. I felt teeth scrape my shoulder lightly as they took hold of my bra strap, pulling it down my arm. The clasp of the bra suddenly opened, and I felt the bra being pulled away from me, baring my breasts to the view and touch of both men. It wasn't long before I felt a mouth on each breast, kissing and licking around the areola before fastening on the nipple. Involuntarily, I arched, a moan escaping from my lips. I reached out, attempting to touch them, but each man gently restrained an arm, pushing me back onto the bed. My instinct was to fight, and I tensed briefly, but immediately melted as a pair of warm lips found their way to the sensitive spot on my neck. As the talented mouth and tongue worked its way over my neck and shoulder, I felt hands sliding down my body to my legs. They were warm on my thighs, gentle on my knees, and I felt them reach my feet, lips sliding over my ankle as the hands pushed my legs open. As I felt the hands slide up my leg with a tongue following it, the other mouth was back on my breast—kissing, licking, nibbling around the nipple and the sensitive underside of my breast while fingers caressed my other breast. The sensations were almost overwhelming. The mouth travelling up my leg stopped at my panty covered pussy, and I felt fingers slide lightly down the material, teasing me. The bed shifted a bit as the man sucking on my breast shifted to work his tongue and mouth over my other breast, repeating the same wonderful teasing on my nipple as his hand rested on the breast he'd just been teasing. The man between my legs pulled my panties to one side and teasingly ran a finger down one side—and then the other—of my cleanly shaven lips. I bucked my hips, indicating I wanted more, but all I received was continued teasing of fingertips lightly stroking the skin of my outer labia. I groaned in frustration as the hand pulled away, and I could tell by the shifting of the bed that the man between my legs has moved away. But it was only for a moment, as he moved my legs together and my panties were pulled off of me. My legs were quickly pushed apart and a hot, hungry mouth descended upon my pussy, tongue immediately seeking out the clit as the feeling of one, then two fingers filled me. I cried out and my fingers clenched around the sheets and pillows that my hands were resting on as the fingers worked in and out of me, mouth sucking on my clit, tongue flicking it mercilessly, and another finger pushed up against my asshole then pushed in. I felt the man who had been sucking on my breasts move away and a moment later, I felt the smooth head of a large cock gently push against my mouth. I opened my lips wide to suck the head into my mouth, swirling my tongue around it, before sucking it down as far as I could go. I attempted to lift my hand again to wrap it around the shaft of his cock, but as before, I was stopped by gentle pressure on my wrist. I increased my sucking, pulling his hardness into my mouth before letting it slide almost completely out of my mouth, flicking my tongue on the underside of the head before sucking him back into my mouth. I felt a warm hand rest on my head. The mouth working on my clit suddenly picked up speed as the fingers fucked two of my holes. I moaned around the cock in my mouth as the orgasm overtook me. As the orgasm subsided, the fingers filling me pulled away, but the tongue gently continued taking long licks over my labia, dipping inside me occasionally, and avoiding the clit to allow me to recover. There must have been some sort of communication between the two men, because I felt both of them pull away and hands pull me up to my knees and arranged me so that I was on all fours. My lips curved into a smile, and I opened my mouth to comment as a cock was against my lips again. Greedily, I sucked it back into my mouth, working my tongue over the head as I sucked it down as far as I could go before releasing it slightly, still keeping the suction going. I felt fingers stroking the skin on the back of my thighs, working their way to my labia, before dipping inside me. I groaned around the cock in my mouth and pushed back on the fingers, wanting to be fucked. While the fingers played and prodded slowly, it was far too gentle for what I wanted, and I dislodged my mouth for a moment. "Fuck me," I commanded, hoarsely. "I need to feel a cock inside me." I felt the fingers pull away and a head push against me. I tried to push back against it, but the man pulled away, teasing me. I groaned in frustration. A hand gently guided my head back to the waiting cock. I licked around the head, teasing the sensitive underside with my tongue before taking long licks up the shaft. As I teased the cock in front of me with my tongue, the cock behind me teased me gently rubbing the head up and down my labia, sliding it between my lips to rub it over my sensitive clit, causing me to jump a little with every contact. Slowly, I worked my mouth around the head and down the shaft. Equally as slowly, I felt the head of the other cock slide into my pussy. I realized that the man who was fucking me was trying to time his movements with mine. (He was fucking with me, so to speak.) I sped up my ministrations, sucking harder and moving faster. I could feel the tension in the body and hands of the man I was sucking, and I knew he was enjoying it. The man behind me thrust his whole (large) length inside me, causing me to gasp—not the easiest thing to do with a large cock in one's mouth—and I felt his hands tighten on my hips as he withdrew and thrust his hardness back into me. Almost involuntarily, I pushed back against him. I lost the control I had while giving the blowjob and my mouth was slowly being fucked as I was being fucked from behind, my large breasts swinging free. The man I was blowing reached down to cup a breast as he continued to fuck my mouth as the man behind me reached around to play with my clit as he increased the pace of his thrusts. It didn't take long for an orgasm to overtake me, and I was moaning and shouting in bliss around a cock, the only thing keeping me somewhat upright was a cock in at either end. Another orgasm ripped through me, and this time, I sagged onto the bed, both men pulling away. Rolling onto my side, I pushed the blindfold up and off and looked up at their grinning faces. "Are you going to live?" My husband asked. I nodded. "Don't tell me we're done, yet." "Oh, we're just giving you a break," our friend said. "So, which one of you was where?" I asked. The guys exchanged grins before my husband looked back at me and shook his head. "That's going to be our little secret." He leaned down and gave me a gentle kiss. "What would you like next, darlin'?" I hesitated for a moment before smiling shyly. "I think I'd like to try a DP." This was kind of a big deal for me. I'd never even had anal sex and both of these cocks were much larger than average. I was nervous, but so horny at the thought of both of those dicks in me, filling me up. "Are you sure?" My husband asked, gently." I nodded. "If it gets to be too much, I'll tell you guys, but yeah...I want to try this." My husband lay down on his back and I straddled him, sliding down around his hardness. I was so wet, he slid in easily. I inhaled sharply as he made his cock throb for a moment, feeling it fill me up. He moved his hips, thrusting up into me as I moved my hips, grinding him into me. I heard our friend move and retrieve the bottle of lube from the nightstand a moment before I felt his finger probing at my ass. I slowed my movements as my husband continued to thrust up into me and our friend slid one, then two fingers inside my ass, slowly pumping in at out as he leaned against me and started kissing and nibbling on my neck. I forced myself to relax, rolling my head back to rest against our friend's shoulder as my husband continued to thrust smoothly and slowly in and out of my pussy as one of his hands fondled a breast. A moment later, the friend's fingers pulled away and a few moments later, I felt the large head of his cock pushing up against the opening to my ass. My husband stopped thrusting for a moment to allow him to enter my ass, but reached down to play with my clit. The head popped into my ass, and he allowed me a moment to adjust to the size. The initial discomfort was quickly tempered by how turned on I was, and I felt the beginnings of another orgasm start as my husband continued his rubbing on my clit. I started to cum again, and our friend took the opportunity to slide his length completely inside me, filling me up. I screamed when the orgasm hit, turning into nothing but a mass of over-excited, quivering nerve endings as both men moved. As one would fill my pussy, the other would be pulling out of my ass and vice versa, my clit being stimulated the entire time. Eventually the orgasms didn't even take a break and flowed one right into another. They held me up, keeping me in place as they used my body, and I could only let them. I'm not sure which one of them came first, but the thrusting increased shortly before one, then the other cried out, filling me with their cum. As we all untangled ourselves and spread out onto the bed to catch our collective breath, I smiled first at our friend and then my husband. "You ok?" My husband asked, trying to catch his breath. I nodded and stretched. "Yes, I am." I grinned, "I guess my mom was right." "Your mom? What does she have to do with this?" "She always told me it was good to make new friends," I replied, reaching out to take my husband's hand in mine as I reached for our friend's hand. "I'd say I have to agree." Making New Friends NOTE: This story is set in Manila, Philippines, so some words are in Tagalog and specific places are mentioned. Jessie turned 25 and thought it was a milestone. I called it a quarter-life crisis, or whatever term was in fashion nowadays. So she threw a big party at her place in Quezon City. It was a tiny apartment, and there were way too many people. I wanted a drink. I managed to traverse the crowds and eventually achieved the tiny kitchen, where I scrounged around for a drink. Gin, soda, ice. Check. But I needed a glass. I poked around the shelves and the cabinets. In the living room, people were singing. "You've got the words wrong!" someone yelled. People laughed. I snorted. Drunk hipsters. I wasn't so sober myself. Eventually, I found a clean glass. I knelt down to get ice from the cooler. Flipped my hair out of the way. Hmm, where was that gin, again? I got up. And fell. Whoops. That's when he walked in. He said, "Whoops! Had a bit much to drink?" I didn't so much fall as stumble backwards, and I landed on him. I blamed my shoes. Ridiculous wedge heels. I only wore them to go with my mini-skirt. "I'm fine. I'm not drunk." I stood up and smoothed down my skirt. I had to push my glasses up my nose. "Yeah, they always say that." I heard the grin before I saw it. I turned around. He smiled at me. He had a drink of his own in hand, and his other hand was stretched out towards me, presumably to catch me again. "I'm fine," I insisted. "Oh of course you are," he said, like I was a little girl. "You might want to fix your top though." I looked down. My neckline was a little lower than I had intended. I looked back at him. He seemed to be enjoying the view. "No, I think it's fine," I said, glaring at him. I swept my hair behind my shoulder. Was it hot in the kitchen, or was his gaze making me sweat? A smile spread slowly across his face. He crossed his arms and leaned against the door frame. "Oh, quite fine." * * * * * "So, tell me about Chris Mariano," I told Jessie at the office. "Oh, don't go there!" Jessie squealed. It was about a week after her party, and people were still gossiping: who left with whom, who met for coffee the next day, who stayed at the party 'til morning. Me, I had managed to stay on my feet, albeit unsteadily, for the rest of the night. I didn't fall on anyone again, in the kitchen or elsewhere, but every time I turned around, there he was: rakishly smiling at me from afar. It was disconcerting and annoying. It was like I could feel him watching me, his gaze lingering on the hemline of my skirt, the low cut of my top. It was frustrating and infuriating. And I couldn't stop thinking about it. And so, there I was, questioning Jessie. "What? Why not? What's wrong with him?" When someone tells you not to look at something, of course you look. "Eh, basta! It's not a good idea," Jessie insisted. She turned her attention back to her screen. I reached across her desk and swatted her shoulder. "How do you know what ideas I have? Tell me! Ano na?" Jessie pretended to ignore me. "There's nothing to tell! Bakit ba? Did he try something at the party? I think I would have heard if he'd tried something. I mean, it's been a week." Alarm bells went off in my head. "Tried what? What is he supposed to try? I just met him in your kitchen. Sort of." As soon as the words were out of my mouth, I knew I'd screwed up. Jessie turned to me, eyes wide. "What is 'sort of'? How do you 'sort of' meet someone?" It was my turn to roll my eyes. "I fell. He caught me. We talked. Yun lang!" Jessie smirked. "Sure." I sighed. "He said he'd find me on Facebook." I removed my glasses and cleaned them, avoiding her eyes. "A-ha!" Jessie brandished a triumphant smile. "Sabi na nga ba e!" She got up from her chair and walked over to me. "So...?" The triumphant smile had become a mischievous grin. "So nothing! We've been chatting." I tried to be nonchalant. I slid my hair over the front of my left shoulder, hoping it hid my face from Jessie's scrutiny. "And...?" Jessie leaned down so her head was between me and my screen. So much for hiding. "Wala! Nothing's happening nga!" I protested. Jessie threw her head back in a hearty laugh, and went back to her desk. "Hay, bahala ka." "Bakit ba? What's the deal with him? Why did you say, 'Don't go there'?" Jessie looked thoughtful, as if she were trying to remember something. "Hmm. Let's see. Well, I heard things. Someone told me he's a flirt. And a snake. Ewan." She shrugged. "Ang drama naman nun." I rolled my eyes. "Aba ewan! I dunno how much of it is true," Jessie shrugged too, throwing her hands up in surrender. Then she straightened, and her face lit up. "Ooh! We could ask Carl! I think they knew each other in college. Gusto mo?" The mischievous grin was back, accompanied by a conspiratorial glint in her eye. "Wag na!" I said firmly. "Maintriga pa ko!" I definitely did not want Jessie, or her boyfriend Carl, to do any digging for me. If Chris was bad news, I wanted to find out for myself. * * * * * What I didn't tell Jessie was that Chris and I had been chatting constantly since her party. He added me on Facebook the next day, as I was looking through photos of the night's debauchery. I didn't stop to wonder how he found me, when he hadn't even asked for my name. I guessed Facebook photo tags did have their uses. He asked how I was, and if I had managed to get home okay. All the while, I imagined the way he was looking at me during the party. Was he browsing through my photos, the way I was scanning his friends list for familiar names? We ended up chatting the whole day. He showed me his Tumblr, where he posted his photos and drawings. I gave him the link to my secret blog, where I wrote things on which I wasn't sure I wanted to put my name. I couldn't believe we had never met before, given what a small town Manila really was. We ended up chatting every day since, all day. I was amazed that Jessie never caught me, and thankful that she never asked why I would suddenly burst out laughing in the middle of the day. Fortunately, she was used to me chatting with random Facebook friends throughout the workday, so she didn't wonder about why I was so engrossed. But I made sure to minimize my chat window with him every time she walked by. I wasn't sure what I was hiding. I liked chatting with Chris. We talked about video games and music, our mutual friends, and their bands. We talked about books and movies and board games, and he said he'd invite me to the next game night at his house. We talked about cats and TV shows, and I promised to tell him if my friends organized a Doctor Who marathon. He didn't seem like much at the party, but memories of that gaze kept me coming back to my browser, waiting for notifications of his latest message. It felt like his gaze carried over through the bytes and pixels that told me his thoughts. His words onscreen reminded me of that playful, flirtatious tone in his voice. The emoticons, no matter how mundane the smiley face, made me think of the hungry, curious expression on his face as he looked me up and down that night in Jessie's kitchen. When he talked about writing or drawing, I wondered how tightly he gripped his pen, if he held it with tense hands as my own fingers traveled nervously over my keyboard. I wondered if he thought about the same ridiculous things. * * * * * Chris asked which gig I was going to next. Of course he knew I'd be at SaGuijo for Carl's show. And I knew Jessie wouldn't be there. She didn't really go to gigs often. But I did, and I wondered how I had never noticed Chris at SaGuijo or any of the other bars before. I made up my mind to go to Carl's show. I wasn't sure what would happen, but I sure knew what I wanted. It was a little late when I got there, and I had to park quite a ways from the bar. I stepped out of the car carefully. I didn't want to trip on my heels yet again. A cool breeze caressed my bare leg. I was locking the car door when I heard him. "Hey you." He drew near and kissed me on the cheek. His hand went to the small of my back. I wasn't ready for it, so I hadn't turned my face for the beso. An inch, probably less, and his lips would have landed on mine. Damn. I raised a hand, perhaps in protest, but it landed on his arm. I wasn't sure if I was pulling him closer. His face hovered next to mine, dislodging my glasses. I felt his face angle down, as if to sniff my neck. Then he pulled away and smiled. "Nice to see you." He fixed my glasses. * * * * * Loud, noisy, sweaty. Another night at SaGuijo. Chris paid for my ticket at the gate, and he left me outside as he pushed through the crowd to get our free drinks. I saw some friends, waved hello, beso-beso, chika-chika. He came back with our beers. The bands played, and we stood outside, listening. Sometimes the crowd would surge forward, when the band was particularly energetic. We'd get thrown together, my back to his chest, or my arm pressed against his. We couldn't really talk, but every time I got pushed against him, it felt like he was getting warmer, like his arms would start to enclose me, like I didn't want to pull away just yet. I wasn't quite sure what to say or do. I had no keyboard to hide behind; there were no computer screens between us. I kept adjusting my glasses on my face, tucking my hair behind my ear. I had nothing else to hide behind. I couldn't get past this sense of him, just there beside me. Occasionally he'd whisper a joke in my ear, or allude to something we'd chatted about. We'd chuckle. "Chris Mariano likes this," he said more than once, with a grin and a Facebook-y thumbs up. Carl's band finished playing, and it was getting late. I turned to Chris. "I should go. I have work pa tomorrow." I wondered if he'd just say goodbye right there. "Me too," he said, to my relief and chagrin. He finished his beer and handed the empty bottle to a passing waiter. "You work at home," I reminded him, punching his arm. "Right! The joys of freelance work." He grinned. "Tara, I'll walk you to your car. You can drop me off at home." I raised an eyebrow. "I don't remember offering you a ride." I hitched my bag up my shoulder and followed him to the street. "You won't regret it." There was that wicked smile again. Had he figured out what I wanted? * * * * * We sped down EDSA. I turned on the air-conditioning full blast, and turned the music up. It was hot in SaGuijo. I wasn't sure if Chris noticed how sweaty I was. My glasses kept sliding down my nose. My hair was sticking to the back of my neck. Phoenix's "If I Ever Feel Better" blared out of my car speakers. "Turn here," he said, directing me to a quiet neighborhood in Pasig. A few turns here and there, and we found ourselves in a quiet little neighborhood. We stopped in front of a townhouse. I parked the car and, after a moment's thought, killed the engine. Chris tilted his head. "Want to come in?" "Do you have anything to drink?" "I make a mean screwdriver," he grinned, as he got out of the car. "And I'm sure I'll regret it." I stepped out and fumbled briefly with my keys as I locked the doors. "Oh, it'll do the trick." His smile was devious, conspiratorial. We walked into the darkened townhouse. He peeled off his hoodie and dropped it on the couch as he reached for the light switch. Warm light filled the apartment from a couple of lamps in the corners. He kicked off his shoes and left them on the living room floor. "Feel free to do the same," he called as he walked into the kitchen. I dropped my bag onto the floor beside the sofa. I contemplated taking off my shoes, but changed my mind. Maybe later on, I would. As I looked around the living room, I heard music piping through. I had to look around a bit to find the speakers, carefully hidden and positioned here and there. He'd put on Dave Matthews Band. Was that "Say Goodbye"? I cleaned my glasses of fog and sweat, and checked out his shelves. There was his vinyl collection, of course. He was particular about audio recording, sound fidelity and all that. There were books on his shelves: lots of sci-fi, and some erotica anthologies. Of course, some of our friends' books were there too, beside the inevitable stack of video games. On the walls were framed paintings and sketches. I recognized some from exhibits I'd visited over the years. We had so many mutual friends. How had our paths never crossed before? "Like what you see?" He was back with two glasses. He sipped his own drink as he offered me the screwdriver he promised. I took a sip. It was stronger than I was used to, but not unpleasant. "Oh dear. Traydor 'to," I chuckled, after another sip. "Is that such a bad thing?" I wasn't sure Chris was still talking about the drink. He sat down on the sofa behind me. I remained in front of the shelves, perusing while sipping my screwdriver. I'd had a few beers already at the gig. Another drink was probably not a good idea. But I think he'd figured that out when we first met. I wobbled a bit as I stepped sideways to look at more books. "Maybe you should sit down," I heard him say behind me. I turned around and saw him sitting on the sofa, leaning back, his drink in hand. His legs were stretched out, and I was standing directly in front of him. "I suppose I should," I said, walking unsteadily towards him. The alcohol kept me warm, and I felt light-headed and loose-limbed. I brushed a few stray strands of my hair away from my face as I walked carefully, deliberately. Chris watched me, unmoving, eyes locked onto mine, occasionally sipping his drink. He looked like he was enjoying a show, tantalized by the view. Then his gaze, slowly, purposefully, traveled down. I could feel him scrutinizing me. Sweat was trickling down my neck, down to my chest, past my already low neckline. I felt a drop roll down between my breasts, and I watched his gaze follow it down. Was he wondering how I felt under my top? I watched his eyes travel down to my little skirt, down past the hemline, down to my tanned legs, and finally to my wedge heels. "Those shoes look familiar," Chris smiled. I was right in front of him now, and he looked up at me. He was still leaning back, nursing his drink. "I like being tall," I retorted. If he was just going to sit there, I would just stand here. No more chatting, secret blogs or random Facebook likes. We were face to face, and there was no place to hide. I wasn't sure how long I could stand there in my inebriated state, though. The warmth from the alcohol was spreading down my legs, and at any moment I knew my knees would buckle. Then he'd have to catch me again. As I drew my diminishing drink to my lips, he leaned forward, and with one hand reached for my leg. I froze. I watched Chris as he extended a finger down to my ankle, and ever so lightly let his fingernail graze the bone just above my shoe straps. He traced an agonizing, deliberate path up my leg, an ascent that lasted too long. I watched as his eyes followed the line up my bare leg. I held my breath as he reached the hem of my skirt. Then he looked up at me and said, "You have such smooth skin." His voice was low, his breath measured. "You should see the rest of me," I said. I finished my drink. He reached up and took my glass, and put it on the end table with his own drink. Turning back to me, he traced a fingertip up my other leg—on the inside. I drew a sharp breath. With nothing to occupy my hands, I blushed and pushed my glasses up my nose again. I closed my eyes and breathed slowly. I felt my skin tingle, tiny hairs standing on end, and I felt warmth concentrating between my thighs. When I opened my eyes again, Chris was looking up at me. The smile was gone. In its place was an intensity, a determination that no chat message or emoticon could ever convey. It was a look of hunger that, until then, I had only imagined. "I definitely want to see the rest of you," he asserted. "Maybe you should get to know me first," I teased. I looked into his eyes. "Good idea." He tugged at my hips, pulling me towards him. I put my knees on the sofa and straddled him. How often had I imagined this in the past week? I sank into Chris' lap. My legs parted and my skirt rode up as his hands guided me into position, just before he moved them past my hips and onto my ass. I shifted my weight and he pulled me closer. I could smell the alcohol on his breath. My thighs wrapped around his, and my feet dangled off the edge of the sofa. "I don't think you need these anymore." He reached behind me and undid one shoe, then the other. The heels fell to the floor with a thud. Then he looked into my eyes. His face was so close to mine, and as I settled in, I felt my crotch press against his. Oh, he was hard. I rested my hands on the back of the sofa, behind his head, trying to steady myself. It was a struggle not to just grind against him. The contact between our arousals, through the flimsy cotton of my panties and his rough jeans, was making me dizzy and quite wet. I tried to breathe. I couldn't think. "So, let me get to know you," Chris said. His hands explored my ass, and found their way into the back of my flimsy camisole. I shivered as he explored the small of my back. I arched, thrusting my chest forward in the process. My breasts were just inches away from his face. I touched the back of his neck and ran my fingers through his hair. He closed his eyes and moaned softly. "How do you like me now?" I asked, my voice low. It was all I could do to keep from biting my lip. "Hmmm. I haven't made up my mind yet," he said, eyes still closed. I leaned down, and as my face reached his, he opened his eyes. I could feel his breath mingle with mine. He watched me linger, my lips only moments from his. He watched as I brought my lips to hover over his cheek, down to his jaw. He tilted his face up, and I took a deep breath, inhaling the scent of his sweat mixed with rum. I brought my lips down to the base of his neck, smudging my glasses on his sweat. He moaned his approval. He tilted his head to the side, offering his neck as if I were going to take a bite. I was tempted to. I pulled the collar of his shirt to the side so I could kiss his shoulder, tracing a path back up to his neck. As my mouth explored his skin, Chris' hands moved up my back, fingers finding their way under the garter of my bra. He found the clasp and opened it. My bra fell to my waist, and my breasts were freed, erect nipples pushing against my thin camisole. He pulled my bra out from under my top and tossed it to the floor. "You don't need that anymore either." I straightened up. "You seem to know a lot about what I need. Or don't need," I said with a conspiratorial smile. "Well, you've been very friendly online," he countered. Then his eyes moved down from my face, and I saw the hunger as he looked at my breasts. The cotton clung to my sweaty skin, draping on each curve like a veil. I looked down and saw my large, brown nipples through the white cotton. I loved how my tanned skin showed up against white fabric. I pushed my glasses back up. They were heavily smudged. "You probably don't need those either," he said, reaching for them. I stopped his hand. "Then how will I see you?" Chris chuckled. He turned his attention back to my breasts. "I like seeing these." "Mmmm." I pressed my hips against his in appreciation. I ran my hands down his chest, down to his belly. I lifted his shirt, running my hands up and down his torso. He lay his head back, as if surrendering to my exploration. I bent down to kiss his smooth chest, and I took a nipple in my mouth. He gasped a little, and his hands gripped my waist tightly. I looked up. "You like?" I asked. Making New Friends "I'd like to try that," he said hungrily. I sat up and offered my own chest to him. Hands still under my shirt, he pulled me closer, and his lips found my neck, gently exploring the base of my throat, licking my skin. As his hand moved up my back, holding me close, his lips moved down to my chest. He licked and kissed my skin like he was drinking in my scent and my sweat, like he was breathing me in. I heard his moans almost in time with my own. I could feel the warmth between my thighs intensifying into an unbearable heat, matched by the hardness rubbing against me. I started grinding my hips again, moaning some more. The friction sent shivers through me. With each push I felt my body twitching with pleasure. With each thrust of my hips I felt him rising to meet me. He began to grunt softly. He'd stopped kissing me, and his face was buried in my chest. I wasn't going to wait much longer. I pushed him back, and I reached for his waist. "You don't waste time, do you?" Chris said breathlessly. "I'm not known for my patience." I undid his pants, and raised my hips so I could pull his pants down. "Wait." He took his hands from my back, reached into his jeans pocket, and pulled out a condom. "Aba. Someone came prepared." I think I was impressed. "Optimistic, more like," he said with a sly smile. "Let me help you with that." I reached down and stroked his cock through his boxers. He gasped and closed his eyes, his mouth hanging open, his breath shallow. "You're very helpful," he whispered. I smiled with satisfaction. "Wala pa yan." I unbuttoned his boxers to pull out his hard cock. I reached down and lay a light finger on his shaft. He gasped again, his eyes flaring open. It was my turn to trace a line. I touched the tip of his cock, already wet with pre-cum, and brought my fingertip, light as a feather, down to the base. He watched my face, watched me bite my lip. I wanted his cock inside me. I was pretty sure he wanted that too. "I'm so glad we're friends now," I whispered. I wrapped my hand around his shaft. "I wanted to get to know you," Chris said. I felt my drenched panties, my pussy tingling impatiently. I took the condom from him, tore it open, and unrolled it slowly down his cock. "For someone who's supposed to be impatient, you sure are taking your time," he said, his voice tight. "I'm just having fun with my new friend," I said playfully. "I hope you like what you see so far." "Oh definitely. Can't you tell?" He looked down and saw that the condom was now secure around him. He looked at me again, waiting. Raising myself off his lap, balancing on my knees, I hitched up my skirt and pushed my panties to one side. I could smell my juices spilling out of my pussy. I couldn't wait much longer. Biting my lip, I lowered myself slowly. I reached for him, guiding him towards my pussy. As I gently rubbed the tip of his cock against me, we both gasped at the contact. I was so wet. Pleasure radiated from my groin, shooting up my spine, making me dizzy. I had to close my eyes. It felt almost too good. I rubbed him up and down my wet folds a few moments more. "And do you like that too?" I managed between short breaths. I was shivering. "Oh yeah," he breathed. "But that's not enough for me." And I slid down, taking his full length inside me. "Oh God," I gasped suddenly. We drew in sharp breaths, eyes widening at the impact. He was deep inside me, and I could feel my pussy walls tightening around him. I braced against the back of the sofa, short of breath. "I definitely like this," Chris grunted. Then he began to push up against me. I groaned as I took him in. I gasped as he retracted, only to moan louder when he thrust again, harder and deeper each time. He growled softly with each penetration, and I thought I would explode each time. When I found my breath, I put my hands on his shoulders to stop him. "Let me," I said. He sat back, and I lifted myself so that he slid out slowly, almost completely. Then I pushed down, taking him inside me. It felt like the first, deep thrust of a really good fuck, all over again. When he was fully inside, I rose up once more, and repeated the movement. I fucked him over and over. I could hear how wet I was, each time his cock slammed into me. My breasts bounced freely under my camisole, and I was amazed my glasses didn't fly off. "Fuck, ang sarap," he said, barely able to get the words out between thrusts. His hands found their way to my waist again, supporting me as I rode him. I was so wet that he slid in and out easily. I could see my juices soaking his boxers. My panties were drenched. "Did I mention I'm glad you added me?" I said, pausing. Pleasure swelled inside me. "Really glad." I rode him harder. Soon I had no space for words, only moans growing louder between gasps. My hair swung back and forth as I moved. "Fuck, you're going to make me cum if you don't slow down," Chris whispered. He pulled me closer and clamped his lips on one of my nipples, nibbling on it with barely restrained hunger through my thin camisole. It drove me crazy, that his mouth was on me but still held back by the white cotton. I felt him switch to the other nipple, and I enjoyed how he couldn't seem to get enough of sucking on my breasts. It felt too good. "Oh God, Chris, I don't want to slow down." He began to thrust his hips upwards to meet my own as I pushed down. We fucked hard and fast in a dizzying rhythm of grunts and gasps. I couldn't breathe. I couldn't think. I couldn't hold back. Chris held me close, his face buried between my breasts, as we heaved and grunted like animals. I knew nothing but the satisfaction of his cock deep inside me, my pussy dripping around him. "Fuck, I can't hold it anymore," Chris whispered. "I'm so close," I whimpered. My small voice, my little plea, seemed to awaken a savage will in him, and he thrust into me with even more urgency. "Oh God, don't stop," I almost shouted, as I shivered, lost control, and felt a flood of warmth released between my thighs. I had never cum during sex before. Chris paused as I regained my breath. He looked into my eyes, and lifted a hand to my face, fixing my glasses. I couldn't speak. After a few seconds, I blinked, swallowed, and found my voice. "That was really nice." He grinned, and a devious look came over his face. "You feel really nice." And he thrust again. I cried out, both from surprise and the intense wave of pleasure. I was wetter than before, still shivering from the intensity of my climax. I threw my head back, hands on his shoulders as he held me by the waist. "Fuck me hard, Chris," I groaned. "Yes ma'am," he obliged. He thrust into me harder as his gasps grew louder. I could feel him losing control, giving himself up into me. Then, at the last moment, he slowed down, and pulled me down hard against him. He cried out, "Oh, fuck," his voice echoing in his living room. I felt his body stiffen as he came, his eyes locked onto mine, his cock throbbing inside me. His shoulders hunched down, and he wrapped his arms around me as he caught his breath. Then he leaned back against the sofa, and smiled sleepily at me. I eased back, letting him slide out of me. I remained on his lap, trying to slow my own pounding pulse. "New friends are awesome," he breathed. He reached up and fixed my glasses again. * * * * * After Chris had cleaned up and I'd recovered my bra, he walked me to my car. I unlocked the door, and turned around to say goodbye. When I faced him, he was standing so close that I lost my balance. I had to lean back against my car. He leaned close, looked into my eyes, and rested his hands on the roof of my car, trapping me between his arms. My heart raced. He reached for my face, and took my glasses off before I could protest. With his other hand, he brushed my hair away from my face, stroking it briefly. He leaned closer, until his face was inches from mine, the scent of rum still lingering faintly on his breath. I looked into his eyes, and for the first time that night there really was nothing between us. His lips brushed mine, a softer, lighter kiss than I'd expected. The warmth of his mouth took me by surprise. He pressed against me, until I was pinned against the car, his weight on me. I closed my eyes. He wrapped his arms around me. As I kissed him back, my lips parted, and in came his tongue. I felt myself getting wet again. His tongue, warm and wet, teased mine into a dance, and I could do nothing but play along. I moaned into his mouth. Abruptly, he stopped and pulled away. I opened my eyes. "It was really nice meeting you," he grinned. I blinked, remembered to breathe, and burst out laughing. "We should do this again," I said, fumbling for my car keys. "I think Carl has another gig next week," he said mischievously. He wiped my glasses with his shirt and handed them back to me. "See you there." I gave him a quick kiss on the cheek, then put on my glasses and got into my car. I felt my wet panties press against my swollen, still-tingling pussy as I sat down. "I like making new friends," he said through my open window. "Me too." I blew him a kiss then drove away. New friends are awesome, indeed. Making New Friends I'm new in town because of a job transfer and haven't met a lot of new people yet so when Stan, a guy I work with, invited me to go out drinking with him and some of his buddies I jumped at the chance. So, the following weekend we met at a club after dinner. And when the other guys showed up we got our table and some beers. We noticed that the place was kinda quite with just a couple of guys drinking and watching the game on the big screen. But since it was ladies night it didn't take long for the chicks to start arriving. Pretty soon the dance floor was covered with hot bodies as the music and alcohol had lowered everyone's inhibitions. Some of the guys in our group began pairing off with flirtatious young women and since my friend was married and I didn't know anyone yet, we were left alone. We watched the others having fun with the women but after a while we got bored and Stan suggested we head back to his place to check out his awesome new hot tub. When we arrived at his house we found his much younger wife watching the tv. She is a very attractive woman with an amazing body that is worthy of any girly magazine centerfold. She was wearing tight shorts and a low cut tee shirt that shows some ample cleavage. Stan introduced me to his wife, Ashley, who greeted me with a friendly smile and offered me an adult beverage. She then turned the tv off and headed to the kitchen to get the drinks. When she walked her hips swayed gracefully back and forth and I noted to myself how lucky Stan was to witness this rhythmical motion on a daily basis. She joined us out on the deck a few minutes later and after I helped Stan uncover the new tub she suggested that we all get in and do whiskey shots. They didn't mind if I just wore my boxer briefs since I didn't bring my swimsuit. Before long we were in the hot tub drinking shots and loosening up a bit and laughing and joking around. Now Ashley's new bikini is really sexy but it is also a bit too small. The top is two triangles that leaves a lot of breast flesh exposed. The fabric is so thin that the outline of her quarter size nipples were clearly visible. Ashley is not shy and Stan can tell I'm looking at her tits...okay, ogling. And we are laughing at each other's dirty jokes and splashing around. Stan starts to get a bit rough and wrestling around with his wife and making her big boobs bounce around. Then he sort of grabs her and pulls her onto his lap and, as she struggles to get away, he "accidentally " pulls at her bra strap and one of her boobs slips out and into our view. She doesn't notice right away and when she does, she takes her time putting it back in making sure that we get a nice long look. She laughs and says, "Alright, now that you guys know what my tit looks like...! " Ashley takes an extra long time in straightening out her top...almost fondling herself as we watch her adjust and re-adjust her top and running her hands all over her sweet tits, sort of massaging them for us. "Damn honey" exclaimed Stan. "Give us a show why dontcha?!" She lets out a seductive laugh and shakes her melons back and forth vigorously to our grateful cheering. Then I mention how sweet his wife's body is and he agrees and tells me how she likes it when guys notice her. "It makes her feel all sexy." He explained. "She also likes it when someone massages her body after a long day at work." Then, with her still in his lap, he begins to rub her shoulders and down her arms and up to her neck. Then, after another stiff shot of booze, Ashley tilts her head back and folds her arms over her head and says, "I'm starting to get really buzzed, you guys!" Then Stan moved his hands down to her stomach and ribs...then he stares at my face to make sure I'm watching as he teasingly moves his hands up onto her tits. While cupping the lower part of her sweet breasts in his palms, he squeezes them firmly. Then she lets out a moan..."mmm." as she allows his hands to slide under her bra and he begins massaging her milky flesh and rolling her erect nipples with his fingers under the thin fabric. Then Ashley warned, "Stan! We have a guest!" and with a giggle she added. "He might be offended if you play with me in front of him." Stan replies with a knowing smile, "You don't mind, do ya, Jim?" "I don't mind at all, if you don't mind." I stammered. Then Ashley slowly placed her hands on either side of Stan's face, and looked lovingly into his eyes. A look that spoke of a trust and loyalty that they both felt surrounding them. And she sweetly placed her lips on his. And he kissed her in return in such a way as to reassure her that his heart would always belong to her. Then he continued to fondle her sexy tits and it isn't long before her bra cups are pushed to the side and I'm watching as she allows him to manhandle her fully exposed tits in front of me. She turns her body in his lap to face him and puts her arm around his neck and lifts one of her boobs to his mouth. She groans lustfully as his lips and tongue start to tease and pull at her very hard nipple. Ashley is getting really turned on and starts grinding herself into his bulging swim trunks. Then I watch in disbelief as she pulls off his trunks, grabs his rigid bone and strokes it up and down while I stare in amazement! Then she looks right at me, goes underwater and starts to suck his hard cock. He looks at me and tells me it's okay if I want to grind my own bulging shorts into her sweet ass. So she points her sweet ass at me and I begin to fondle her butt through her bikini. Grinding myself between her delicious cheeks. She squeals in delight as she pushes back on me, raises up and sticks her tits into Stan's mouth as I continue to feel up her sweet round ass. Then she asks him if it's okay if she jacks both of us off. He agrees that it would be very hot watching her do just that. So he stands up and I can see his wife's tits bounce around as she is gets ready to stroke our long hard cocks. Ashley takes my dick in her hand and jacks it up and down a few times to get a feel for it. Then she has both our dicks in her hands stroking us with true lust in her eyes. Then, with her fist still stroking my rigid tool she leans over and starts sucking Stan's dick again. While she is bobbing up and down on his bone he removes her top and tosses it aside. Then he tells her that he wants to watch my dick slide into her mouth. So, after a suspenseful moment she leans toward me and brushes the head of my dick on her lips. Licking the shaft to make it all slick. Then she lets just the head slip in between her lips as she stares back at Stan to make sure he can see my cockhead in her mouth. I push a little and more of my dick disappears into her mouth. With Ashley's mouth around my hard cock and her ass pointing up he gets behind her and start rubbing his big dick head into the crotch of her bikini. He says he can't take it anymore and slips her bottoms off and inserts his throbbing hard-on into her dripping pussy and begins pumping it in and out of her while she continues to let me fuck her mouth. He tells me how tight his wife's hot pussy is and how he loves fucking her while she's sucking me off. He tells me that he wants me to feel up her big jugs while she sits on his lap with his hard dick inside her hot pussy. So she repositions herself in his lap. She is facing me, sitting up in his lap, his dick pumping in and out of her hot slit with her legs spread wide open. That's when I notice that her completely shaved pussy is so fucking pretty! I begin massaging her firm young breasts, pinching lightly at her erect nipples. She grabs my stiff cock and pulls me toward her. "See if you can climb up a little bit and fuck my tits." She says with a shaky voice. Soon I'm sliding my cock between those juicy melons in a rhythm that matches her husbands thrusts into her wet hole. Her breathing quickens as she feels her first orgasm approaching...then I don't believe my ears when she says, with a very shaky voice to her husband. "Honey, is it okay if I let him rub his cockhead on my clit while you fuck my brains out?" He grunts his approval as he is intent on drilling her as deeply as he can. As he fucks her with an even tempo she guides my rigid tool toward her swollen clit and begins to rotate her hips around lewdly while pressing my cockhead onto her dripping clit. "Damn!" I exclaim to them. "This is unbelievable!" Then I move my hands down and begin massaging her swollen clit. Then I ask Stan if it would be okay if I lick her pretty little pussy. "Oh yeah!" He replied and he pulls his throbbing tool out of her and we help her sit on the edge of the tub. She leans back on her elbows and watches me push her legs apart. "Isn't Ashley's sweet pussy gorgeous?" He comments. Then Stan urges me on, "Go ahead Jim, let me see you lick her! I wanna watch as you lick Ashley's pussy!" So, as instructed, I put my lips on her wet slit and begin running my tongue up and down between her dripping inner pussy lips while my finger rubs her clit and she is overcome by another orgasm as she lets out several loud gasps. Stan strokes his cock as he watches me drive his wife wild with my fingers sliding in and out of her hungry pussy. Then Stan gets between her legs and starts sucking on her pussy too. I move to her big tits and begin massaging them deeply. Her face is wrapped in an expression of extreme arousal as the two of us drive her to the precipice of sexual pleasure. "Oh god! Will somebody please fuck me!!" She exclaims urgently. So she sits back on Stan's lap and starts bouncing on his rigid fuck tool again, only this time she is controlling the tempo. They pause for a moment and shift her position as if to get better balance. The he returns to the tempo of thrusting his cock into her. She grabs my dick again and with a dirty little grin on her face, she guides my cock back to her pussy...only now I feel my head enter her wet pussylips. It is then that I notice that her husbands cock is now buried deep in ass. She starts to grind her hot pussy on my bone and says to her husband, "Stan honey, I'm ready to feel his big cock inside me now!" My dick is already halfway inside her hot slit when his panting voice lets out another grunt of approval. Soon she has both our hard cocks pumping into her in alternate rhythm and she begins to yell quite loudly. "FUCK ME! FUUCK ME!! FUUUCKK MEE!!!" And it doesn't take long for her to be crushed by another hard orgasm as we mercilessly pound her dirty little holes into submission. Then Stan gets up and bends her over the edge of the hot tub and I watch as he begins to fuck her doggie style. Then he grins at me and says, "Watch this!" And he starts slamming his dick into her! It makes her gasp loudly at each impact as his nuts slap against her clitoris. He then backs away and says to me, "Okay now you try" So, as instructed, I ease my cock into his wife's now sloppy wet pussy hole and start driving my erect tool rapidly into her pussy until I hear her gasping with pleasure at each powerful thrust of my rock hard fuck pole. "That's it, fuck her! Fuck my sweet little kitten!" He says. "You love it, right baby? You love having two big cocks fucking your tight little pussy, dontcha!" She grunts in agreement as I feel my own orgasm start to mount. He must've sensed it too because he said, "Go ahead and cum in her tight little pussy! Go ahead and shoot your load deep inside my sweet wife's hot little cunt!" So that's all it took as I felt my head swell up and thick jets of cum began to explode from the end of my cock into her dripping gash. I kept thrusting over and over as my cum continued to spurt into her. Finally, I withdrew my semi hard dick with strings of gooey cum stretching between us. Then Stan got behind her again and began to slam his thick fuck tool into her. He fucked her in front of me, with violent thrusts that made her cry out with each powerful stroke. At last, while she was swept away by her final and hardest orgasm, he shot his own load of hot cum deep inside her sopping wet fuck hole! Afterward, we laid in the water exhausted. The jets of the hot tub massaging our spent muscles. We agreed that the night turned out to be really fun and exciting and that we should make plans to do it again soon. I can't wait to meet a girl to make our threesome a nice foursome. A girl who would be open to share this special relationship. ...but that will be another story for another day.