Stella turned her head and whispered something to Mr. Harrison that Jennifer couldn’t hear. He laughed a bit before looking at Jennifer. “Come here, Jennifer,” he said. Jennifer stepped forward obediently. “Stella, wrap your arms around her. Grab her ass.”
Stella did as he said, her hands cupping her ass under the water, pulling her a bit closer to her. “Feel that, Stella?” Mr. Harrison said. “That’s the kind of girl that gets fucked from behind. Not an ass like yours.”
Stella moaned, and Jennifer could tell she was enjoying being talked to like that. Mr. Harrison pulled Jennifer’s arms away from her and she stepped back again. “Let’s go inside,” he said as he pulled away from her, turning to exit the pool. Stella looked at Jennifer, her eyes wide and her breast heaving from her breathing.
“No wonder…” Stella whispered, grinning at Jennifer. She grabbed Jennifer’s hand and she grinned back as they got out of the pool, water dripping off their bodies as they stepped onto the patio and towards the house.
Jennifer could feel the warmth between her legs and she wondered how long it would be before she had to have Mr. Harrison’s dick buried inside her again. Just the little bit of attention he had paid to Stella had her clit throbbing and she wanted to see more.
Mr. Harrison held the door open and Stella stepped in front of her. Jennifer made to follow her, but Mr. Harrison stopped her. She looked up at him, confused. “Stay here,” he said, shutting the door behind him.
Jennifer’s mouth dropped open and she could see Stella mirroring the same reaction inside the house before Mr. Harrison pushed her into the next room. Jennifer tried to open the door but he had locked it. She ran off the patio and to the window of the next room, stepping into the flowerbed and onto a rock so she could pound on the glass. “Not fair!” she cried out angrily. This was not part of sharing. Sharing included both her and Stella, not just Stella by herself with Mr. Harrison. she could feel her face flushing as she tried to peer into the room.
Mr. Harrison came to the window, opening the screen slightly. “Just wait, Jennifer,” he said, and he smiled a bit. “Trust me.”
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Ahe tapped her fingers against the table in frustration. Mr. Harrison had taken her best friend Stella inside and locked her out. This was not what was supposed to happen. She and Stella wanted to share him, and that meant she was supposed to be included. A three-way couldn’t happen if she was locked out in the back yard.
He had told her to trust him before shutting the window a few minutes earlier. Trust him to do what? Fuck her best friend when he was supposed to be fucking her? she couldn’t be mad at Stella — she had been as obviously shocked as she was when he pulled her into the house and locked the door behind him. But she still felt a pang of irritation when she thought about her. she didn’t mind sharing with Stella at all.
Both of them had done a lot together and they had been talking about having a threesome for a long time before the opportunity presented itself with Mr. Harrison. But she was irritated that Stella was with Mr. Harrison by herself, with her locked outside for who knew how long.
She crossed her arms over her modest breasts, but her hard nipples poking into her arm just served to remind her how turned on she still was from sucking on Stella’s large breast. She had been sitting in the sun just long enough for the water from the pool to have dried off her, and the only moisture left on her body other than her wet hair was between her legs. She crossed her legs, holding them together tightly as she glared at nothing in particular.
She don’t know how long she sat outside with her arms and legs crossed. It couldn’t have been more than ten minutes, but it felt like a lot longer. She was trying to convince herself that her anger was because she was so incredibly turned on rather than her wanting Mr. Harrison to herself, when the clicking of the lock caught her attention. She stood up and whirled around as Mr. Harrison opened the door. He was still as naked as she was, his dick standing up. she could see precum dripping off it, glistening in the afternoon sunlight. Her initial reaction was to drop onto her knees and lick the precum off his dick, but she glared at him instead.
“Am I allowed to join you now?” she asked sarcastically.
Instead of looking angry or ashamed, Mr. Harrison smiled, stepping forward to wrap his strong arms around her. she struggled to move away from him, refusing to let him off the hook so easily, but he held her against him firmly, kissing her neck. “You won’t be so angry when you see what I’ve got for you.”
She frowned again. “What?” she asked, looking at him as she stopped struggling away from him.
Mr. Harrison took the opportunity to kiss her gently on the lips. “Come on. It wouldn’t have taken so long but she had to convince her it was okay.”
She didn’t wait for Mr. Harrison to lead her into the house, instead pulling away from him and bolting through the door. “Convince Stella it was okay? Since when did Stella need convincing in regards to anything sex-related? She suddenly felt guilty for being irritated with her. She trusted Mr. Harrison fully, but what if he had done something to Stella?” These are what she was asking herself.
She turned into the room and stopped short. She could not believe what she was seeing. Her mouth dropped open and she still hadn’t moved when Mr. Harrison came up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist. “What do you think?” he whispered. Jennifer didn’t see that coming.
Stella was sitting on a chair that Mr. Harrison had taken from the kitchen, her eyes sparkling as she looked at her. Jennifer was sure that stella would have been smiling, but the scarf tied around her mouth was pulling at her cheeks. Her arms were tied behind the back of the chair with another scarf, which made her chest push forward. Her legs had been tied to two of the chair legs, spread just wide enough that she could see her bare, glistening pussy.