I stood up and sat on the edge of my bed. Carla knelt in turn and ran her hand up my bare thigh and up under the leg of my cargo shorts. Her hand encountered my bare cock, throbbing with want. I had been low on underwear and hadn’t bothered to waste a pair when I got out of the shower, since I wasn’t going anywhere that night.
Carla let out a little startled but teasing, “Oooh!”
“Hard already?” Beth asked, leaning forward a little.
“No underwear already,” Carla replied, caressing my cock inside my shorts.
“And you like it,” I told Carla firmly.
She flashed me a look and nodded wordlessly.
Then she slipped her hand from under my shorts and slowly worked to unbutton the waistband, sliding the button free from the hole with exquisite grace but glacial slowness. The head of my cock was already peeking out well above the waistband now, and Carla simply, at the same agonizingly slow pace, lowered my zipper, practically one tooth at a time.
My cock waved free, framed in my open fly. One of them sighed a little. I’m not sure which. Maybe it was both.
“Peel off my shorts,” I practically commanded Carla. She simply responded by tugging them downward. I lifted my ass just a tiny bit, making it possible for her to manage to get my shorts off, but making her work for it. She knew what I was doing and looked up at me with a flash of an ‘I see what you are up to’ smile.
Carla finally got my shorts to my ankles and I kicked them free, allowing her to slide up between my knees. She looked up at me and I down at her. Then I ran my fingers through those waves of brown hair, catching the highlights in the light of my desk lamp.
“Now,” I breathed, eyes boring into hers. And I pushed gently, but visibly for Beth’s benefit, down on the back of Carla’s head. She fought me just the tiniest bit, for form’s sake, but her lips eagerly wrapped around me.
After a few blissful moments, I growled at her. “Take off your shirt.”
Carla’s eyes flicked toward Beth.
“You two have been in showers at the same time, how many times?” I scoffed. Then I demanded, louder. “Take off the shirt and let me see those amazing little nipples.” I paused. “Let Beth see them too. Let her see what they get like for me.”
Carla was wearing a loose, flowing top, in one of the main colors found in her tie-dye skirt. Apparently is was loose enough that Carla had dared to avoid a pokie-suppressing bra. Her delicate, tiny breasts and oh so achingly demanding nipples swept into view. I reached a hand down to stroke one softly. Carla shivered.
I stroked her again, then the other one. I looked at Beth, who indeed seemed fixed for the moment on just what kind of nipple erections Carla sported when she got turned on. Then I put my hands back in her hair and guided Carla back to my cock.
“Damn, girl,” Beth almost panted. She shifted her position a couple of feet from us, on the same bed. “Is he always like this with you?”
“Hmmm?” Carla mumbled wordlessly, tilting her head toward Beth inquiringly, but not letting my tip escape her mouth.
“Like this. All demanding and forceful and stuff.”
Carla smoothly lifted a hand to caress my shaft and she momentarily slid her lips free of me. “Of course. You mean he doesn’t with you?”
Beth just shook her head. As Carla now started painting every point on the surface of my cock wither tongue, Beth caught my attention. “But you could try that with me sometime, Alistaire. Maybe. I’m not sure If I’d like it.”
Noted. I, in fact, quickly filled a mental notebook on the subject.
Then the notebook flitted off into the ether… I can never get over what Carla can do with that tongue.
She was teasing me, of course, licking me all over, even my balls, but never putting her lips on my cock once. Her eyes looked up at me and twinkled, aware that I knew I was being teased. “Take it,” I growled, tugging lightly on her hair, pulling her towards my helmet.
“Mm, hmm,” was her only response as her lips again slid over my head. I had to roll my head back for a moment in reaction. Oh God, this was good. When I could finally open my eyes again, Carla was bobbing slowly up and down over several inches at the end of my cock, content to continue to warm me up.
I looked over once more at Beth, who must have been still staring at Carla’s tiny breasts and exuberant nipples. One of her own hands had certainly strayed to the front of her lightweight hoodie.
“Beth! Take off you top,” I instructed Beth sharply. She jerked at the tone, then thought about what I was doing and grinned. But she also didn’t obey.
“I’m just watching, remember?” Beth objected.
“So?” I growled. “I like to watch, too. Take off your top. I want to see your beautiful breasts.”
Beth flushed for a moment. Then she tugged at the hem of her hoodie. Thinking better of it, she stood up beside us, then turned to face me. As she stood, I caught a glimpse of her amazing ass in the bike shorts she was wearing. Those shorts were awesome, and showed that work of art off to maximum effect. I had noticed that since we first had sex, Beth wore them more often.
“Turn away while you take it off,” I instructed quickly. “You will tease me that way, plus I get to see your ass.”
Beth flushed again, and turned her back to me, tugging her hoodie up and off over her head. Underneath, she had on only a light blue, fragilely lacy bra. As she unhooked it behind her, I breathed in a low voice, “Oh yesss. Very nice. But your ass is so nice, I want to see you all. Strip for me. Strip for Carla and me…”
Damned if Beth didn’t do it. I had been sure that she’d balk. But a chance to watch those bike shorts peel their way off her ass was worth taking the risk of making the ask. And Beth delivered, making a show of it as the lycra reluctantly released its hold on her curves. I could feel Carla even turning her head to watch the whole time.
But when Beth was done, I shook my head in amazement. I had a friend with my cock in her mouth in my damned dorm room, and another friend bare-assed naked in there with us. Beth just sat back down on the bed as far from Carla and me as she could get. She crossed her legs tightly and held her arms against her chest. She didn’t really cover much up, you understand, but she made a show of it.
Carla suddenly decided that this was supposed to be her show and brought my attention back to her forcefully. I felt my cock suddenly plunge much further into her mouth, brushing against the back other throat.