Three is an Odd Number
Yankees fans are uniquely rabid. We were sitting in a bar watching game six of the Yankees-Red Sox series and waiting for the Dominican. This Yankees fan was giving me shit for rooting for the Sox. He looked ridiculous in his ill-fitting grey jersey, complete with oversized shorts that would look out of place on any baseball field, and even more so on a cold night in New York. The Yanquis, Leslie calls them. Damn Yanquis.
Daniella arrived an hour late. She had a tee shirt on under a pink sweatshirt. The little shirt read I want a quickie. I rummaged through my jacket pocket, fished out the watch she had left behind Saturday night and handed it to her. This was the pretense of our meeting. She ordered a glass of white wine and talked about people’s energy and new-age stuff like that. This is natural talk for a yoga instructor. She rested her leg on mine and touched me here and there. I studied her lips and teeth intently and felt my cock stir a bit. Every few minutes I snuck a glance at the big screen to confirm that the Cubs were, indeed, losing.
“It’s not about being in love, but there has to be a certain energy. A certain connection,” she said.
“Mmmmm,” I responded, nodding my head.
“But I’d still like to find someone.”
“How do you find people to date?” I asked.
“At these parties,” she said. “I go a couple of times a month. Sometimes I participate and sometimes I just watch. I’ve met a few guys, but the timing just hasn’t been right, I guess.”
“You think the timing’s ever going to be right? I mean, those guys go there for a reason.”
“I don’t know.”
We thought about going somewhere else but it was cold and our place was just around the corner. I was keyed up from the game and wanted to get my mind off balls and bats and box scores. I wanted to know if this girl would let us take her. At home, the couch beckoned. I sat back dreamily stroking Daniella’s firm rump as she lay there all curled up with her head in my lap. Leslie busied herself with household chores, as she often does when we have last-minute guests.
“Les! Come sit your ass down,” I said.
“There’s no room, ass!” Leslie protested.
“We’ll make room then, dick-licker.”
“Why don’t we go to the bedroom? Let’s get naked and touch each other,” Daniella said, rising from the couch and casually peeling the clothes from her slight frame. She was already rounding third base. My eyes grew wide at her insouciance. She’s a woman in her thirties. A woman of whims. The choreography was all hers.
“That was quick,” the couch said. I gave it a dirty look.
In the bedroom I stripped Leslie and tucked the two girls under the covers. I went to grab a few candles to soften the light.
“That’s romantic,” Daniella said as I lit them. I just smiled.
I hopped around on one foot, removing jeans, underwear, socks and finally my shirt before climbing into bed next to Daniella. My penis settled comfortably in the soft cleavage between her ass cheeks. Leslie and I made a little sandwich of her. The girl’s smooth skin radiated heat. I told the Dominican Leslie wouldn’t be able to do much. Threesomes revolve around cycles.
“That’s fine. Let’s just relax and feel each other.” The Dominican’s voice was soothing.
I rose to my knees and hovered over the two girls, teasing their bellies and nipples with my lips. Daniella’s auras were tiny next to Leslie’s. I peeled the covers back further and worked my way down to the girls’ thighs, deliberately ignoring Daniella’s bare cunt. She began to squirm a bit and parted her legs, offering herself to me. I pressed my lips into the soft wet flesh and probed it with my tongue. I closed my eyes and slipped into nothingness, dimly aware of her quickening breath. Leslie, meanwhile, positioned herself beneath me and took my cock in her mouth, completing the double play.
I needed to rest my neck and moved over to let Leslie have a go at Daniella. I watched Leslie’s skilled tongue dance over Daniella’s delicate pink folds. These are the memories that will comfort me in my old age. A pretty face buried between slender legs. Lips on lips. Pink on pink. Girl on girl.
“Are you gonna stick that big platano in me?” the Dominican purred, gazing fixedly at that thing between my legs. The word didn’t need any translation. We were sliding into home plate.
The condom. Romances have foundered, armies surrendered, and empires fallen because some fool was wrestling with a silly piece of latex. My batting average with that thing is horrendous, maybe one good, clean roll out of every ten attempts. Leslie and I stopped using them eleven years ago. But with outsiders it’s different. A necessary evil. So I let the girls roll them on now. If they fuck up it hardly matters. There’s nothing quite like having two girls hunched over your cock, fiddling with it and sliding that rubber down. Some are even skilled enough to use their mouths like good whores.
I clambered atop Daniella and inched my platano in. She wanted me to lie on top of her and I obliged, kissing her as I draped myself over her small frame like a human blanket. I ground into her and then propped myself up again to give her some proper thrusting. “Squeak, squeak,” said the bed. “Squick, squick,” said Daniella’s pussy. I glanced back and spied Leslie in the doorway, smoking a cigarette and admiring the view. I wanted to see it all through her eyes, but I settled for watching Daniella’s bare pussy lips part ever so slightly with each thrust, my cock a fleshy sword filling her pink to the hilt. The girl was sopping wet. After a while Daniella rolled over and stuck her tight ass in the air. I filled her pussy from behind, pushing my thumb against her anus. Leslie joined us on the bed and kissed me deeply as she grasped my balls.
Daniella was spent. Like a handful of the other women I have fucked, she is a frustratingly quiet lover. Sometimes they tell me, “Um, Aleks, I came five minutes ago.” This is why long-term lovers are better than one-night-stands. You know each other’s bodies. You know what it takes to get there and back. This is why Leslie and I are so good together. She commands my orgasms. I command hers. Daniella collapsed onto the bed and closed her eyes. Leslie and I looked at each other. Guess she’s sleeping over. After going to wash up I stood at the side of the bed and Leslie squatted before me, giving me an optimal view of her sweet ass and flowing hair. She sucked me off relentlessly and pumped my semen all over her chest. I was dizzy, helpless in her hands. I hyperventilated, closed my eyes, and let everything go.
And then we slept. Six limbs intertwined. It’s a privilege usually reserved for our girlfriends but I couldn’t find it in my heart to kick the sleepy girl out. If you like someone enough to share your body with them, what’s the problem with sharing a bed?
Happy Halloween all.
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