The girls did not watch me tell the story. They told it themselves, in turns, barely letting me get an occasional word in edgewise.
Ben said not one more word for almost the entire story, all the way up until he just had to say, “And then they each watched!?! In turns?!?”
I’ll admit, I had wanted to keep this story secret so I could one day tell it myself, reveling in the reactions to my words. I also had kept it in reserve in case I ever needed an ego boost. I sure as hell didn’t need an ego boost at the moment, but I also sure as hell got one. Ben kept stealing looks at me of horrified worship.
And the girls told the tale in all the graphic detail that I had provided to them. To have these two girls talk to him in those explicit terms was further killing Ben. If he had not been wearing loose sweats and an untucked shirt, I was sure that we’d have all gotten almost as good an idea of his cock size as we had of mine. And while they were not pulling any kind of full-on sex kitten shit in the telling, they both (especially Beth, interestingly enough) did just enough subtle vamping to ensure that he had at least an echo of a taste of what I had recently been experiencing.
But at last they were done. Ben was barely able to stay on the chair.
“Now, Ben,” Carla said sternly. “We told that secret to you, and you alone. You can’t tell anyone without Alistair’s permission and presence. Understand?”
“Oh come on!” Ben protested, the injunction freeing his mind from its horny-ass fuge. “That is too fucking good a story. You gotta let me tell somebody!”
“Ben,” Carla repeated, warningly.
“Oh, Ben won’t tell a soul, will you Ben? Not even Adam. Not even Tres,” said Beth easily, uncoiling from my bed. She and Carla had both subtly put some distance between themselves and me as they told the story. No need to give Ben any other things to ponder. “Because Ben wouldn’t want to disappoint me, would you dude?”
With that, Beth walked over and just fucking straddled Ben, sitting in his lap, facing him! Not close enough to press her groin against him or anything, but right on his god-damned lap. Jesus. Maybe Ben did have a chance with Beth. The idea could sure as hell be seen entering his mind right then.
I was dimly aware, though my amusement, that I was not actually jealous (much) at the thought of them. I guessed I wasn’t a total hypocrite. That actually surprised me a little, but gratified me more.
“No,” Ben gulped, his hands clearly not knowing what the fuck to do with themselves. “I’ll never tell a soul,” he continued, through a dry throat.
“Good,” cooed Beth, sliding a fraction forward on his lap and wrapping her arms slowly around his shoulders. She looked him in the eyes silently. Then her voice changed and hardened. She stood up from his lap and coldly turned her back to him and walked back to where she had come from. “Because if Ben does tell anyone, I will tell every girl in school that I blew him, but it was too easy because he is so small.”
Despite the cold words, she sure as hell made sure he got a good view of her ass, swaying far more than she usually let it, as she walked away.
Ben pulled his eyes back into his head. He gulped. “I promise. Lips are sealed.”
Beth smiled easily as she sat back down, cruelly hiding that ass from his view. “I know, dude,” she replied in a warm, friendly tone again. “I was just pulling your chain.”
“But she doesn’t make idle threats,” Carla added, with the tiniest bit of steel in her voice.
“No. No, I do not,” Beth agreed, in that same friendly tone that sounded like she was discussing the baseball team.
“I’m going to go and…” Ben said, even more hoarsely. “I’m going to go, before you guys tell me any more stories.” And he beat a hasty retreat. If he was not jacking off furiously in five minutes, either to that picture of Mary I sent him back when, or more likely to the thought of Beth in his lap, I would eat my hat with mustard.
I looked at Beth as the door closed. “If I’m not mistaken, you are thinking this very second about actually blowing Ben, aren’t you?” I asked in a tone of casual inquiry that, while not exactly encouraging, was intended to be most explicitly not discouraging.
She actually blushed. “You two got me thinking, that’s all.”
“Well,” I said, with certitude, “think all you want. And you are welcome to suck his cock until he dies of pleasure, but you are going to do it without my presence and certainly without my participation!”
After another moment of laughter, I turned to Carla, and in my best, growling voice of command that she liked so much, I said, “Well, if we must table the awesomeness of the three-way idea. Let’s talk more about the lesser, but still totally, awesome idea of taking turns while watching…” I leaned in just a bit as I spoke to her.
Carla’s eyes widened slightly, and I caught her nostrils flare. She did that when I got assertive with her. I started to calculate how to get Beth on board.
“You are serious,” Carla breathed shallowly.
“I am,” I growled and kissed her, biting her lower lip just a little bit, exactly the way I knew she liked.
“Geez, you guys,” Beth said dryly. “Get a room.”
“We are in a room,” I said, looking over my shoulder at her. “Want to watch?”
Beth just looked at me. Had I, in fact, chosen the ideal time after all?
Both girls had just heard me tell a story of a sort-of threesome, in as erotic a fashion as I had been able. They had then immediately tortured Ben with that same story, in more graphic than erotic fashion, moments later. And they were drunk on secrets, revealed and still hidden.
Beth looked at me silently. Then she rose to her feet and quietly locked my door.
You never lock your door when you are inside. It’s a big no-no.
Beth just sat back down and looked at me and Carla.
I smiled, then grinned hungrily at Carla. She shook a little as I bent and kissed her neck, nibbling there too. A simple, “Ohhhh,” escaped her lips. With that, I slid to my knees on the floor, reaching out to spread her knees. She had changed into an ankle length, tie-dyed skirt. Combined with its high waist, it made it look like her legs were a mile long. You know, instead of the half-mile they actually were.
But Carla snapped her knees together. “No, no, no, no!” she breathed. “You are not going to lick me now!”
“Don’t you want me to?” I asked, my voice still as low as I could make it. Carla sure as shit looked like she was ready to go. I think Beth was actually holding her breath. Yeah, she was up for things too.
Carla tried to laugh. “You are not licking my twat in this room. I have screamed like a banshee during every single orgasm you have ever given me. I will get us all busted.”
I bit my lower lip in frustration. Then I turned my hungry gaze on Beth. She almost started as my eyes came to rest on her. “Hey, um, no. Not me either. You know I’m a screamer, too-even under normal circumstances.” I grunted in frustration. “But, hey, Alistaire?” Beth added softly. “You can, um, that thing you are doing to Carla with your eyes? Keep dong that.”
Fuck! I was so close!
“Calm down, tiger,” Carla said softly, standing up. “I’m happy to still give Beth something to watch.”
Oh wow. Okay.