Then I realized what they were actually suggesting. They did not want a return to our three-way stand-off. I could see they were proposing the utter, polar opposite of that.
In stories, when a guy is offered the opportunity for a threesome, much less the possibility of a throuple, he always hesitates trying to buy time. He is supposed to be afraid that the whole thing is a cruel trap, or just simply going to end in disaster somehow. His noble instincts are supposed to hold him back. Perhaps the opportunity is supposed to crystalize and reveal his feelings for whichever it his True Inner PreferenceTM. Fear, uncertainty, and doubt, in various forms, are supposed to paralyze him.
Here is the thing, at least in my case: What a guy in this circumstance actually does is…
Before Lisa managed to finished inhaling after her last sentence, I found myself excitedly and unreservedly saying, “I’m in.”
They both laughed at how fast I said it, and I’m pretty sure I blushed myself. “Gonna fall on this grenade willingly, are you soldier?” chuckled Lee, but I thought I heard in both of their laughter a little relief that I was agreeing.
Come on. What red-blooded male could possibly do anything else?
I just looked at them, and by way of banishing the stupid, silly grin I could not otherwise wipe off my face, I did something that I had never done before, that I had always been extraordinarily careful to do. I let them both also see the naked hunger I had always felt around them. I let my eyes roam back and forth between them, not in the darting, nervous manner I had employed lately, but slowly, appreciatively. I gloried in their beautiful faces, yes, but I also let myself stare directly at their bodies. Their delicious bodies. Lee’s lush, smooth curves. Lisa’s sleek lines. My grin became less stupid and more, yes, hungry. They both liked that look, I could see. Lisa’s pale white skin flushed almost crimson as blood rushed to her face. It was harder to perceive, with her more exotic complexion, whether that happened to Lee as well, but I could see her wide nostrils flare.
I was halfway out of my chair, eyes locked on theirs when I had the sudden realization that I was about to veer right back into silliness. I needed to play this cool. So I tried. And failed. “So, uh, when can we, uh, should we, uh…” I trailed off, turning my lunge out of the chair into a scratch of my head that fooled nobody.
The two of them looked at each other, and with a giggle regained control over the situation which I had momentarily taken. They shrugged theatrically, and turned back to me. “Seems like, after all this wasted delay,” began Lisa before a pause, after which she finished her own thought for once, “that there is no time like the present!”
With that, they both just fucking whipped off their shirts, right there, on my ex-roommate’s bed. They may not have rehearsed that whole back and forth before coming in, but they certainly had decided in advance what to do if things worked out like they indeed had. It was a measure of how upset I had been when they came back to my room that afternoon that I somehow failed to notice that neither of them were wearing a bra. They both always wore bras. Always. Trust me. This is the sort of detail that an obsessed, frustrated male catalogs. But there were no bras today.
Honestly, is there another sight quite so magical as a woman’s bare breasts as she tugs her top off over her head? There is the glorious magic of the reveal, of course–the way her treasures burst into view. But there is also the simple, fascinating, soft-body physics of breasts stretching upward with her arms, the way they may bob when finally popping free of their covering, or perhaps they sway if she has to work at getting free of the garment. And I was treated to that magnificent view in stereo.
I literally stumbled. If humans really were some kind of electronic simulations, the beauty I was assaulted with would have tripped some kind of fault interrupt in my mind. As it was, it only tripped my ankles.
Lisa’s breasts were exactly as perfectly formed, pert, and bouncy as I had always thought, but in person they also seemed a good bit bigger than I had expected. Still modest, mind you, perfect for her lithe form, but nonetheless bigger than I had always surmised. The tips of Lisa’s delicately quivering mounds were rosy pink, just darker in shade but identical in hue to her pale lips. The aureoles were round and tiny and towered over by petite, perkily hard nipples that screamed for attention.
Lee’s boobs were every bit as big as I had guessed they were… had hoped that they were. But they were more… robust, more lush than my imagination had projected. Her nipples were just as excited by the situation as Lisa’s, but wider, meatier, and surrounded by alluringly wrinkled circles the size of my thumb, all nearly as dark as her hair.
I gulped, regained my footing and went to try to sit between them on the couch, but they both stopped me in my tracks before them and made me remain standing. “We haven’t worked out between us how this is all going to go down,” chuckled Lee as they stopped me while still standing before them, “but we did kind of workshop this first bit.”
With that, Lee tugged at my jean’s button, then pulled down the zipper. Lisa grabbed the waistband of both jeans and underwear and yanked both downward eagerly. I gasped and stopped her desperately. I reached into my drawers and freed my agonizingly hard cock from the fabric Hanes tourniquet they were trying to castrate me with, and my manhood snapped upward to eager, puppy-like attention. Somehow, my pants slid down my legs, but I was no longer paying attention to that issue. My cock was free and swaying in the breeze.
Swaying before the two most beautiful women I knew. My brain could appreciate the crazy unreality of the situation, but still could not process the actual reality of it.
Each with a single hand, the two of them reached out toward my package. Lisa cupped up under my balls, cuddling them in her fingers. Lee grasped me by the base of my shaft and tilted it toward them. She leaned forward and waved my cock back and forth, tracing the outlines of her wide mouth with the tip. She parted her lips and dragged her tongue up my length from base to head, slowly and ecstatically.
The she leaned back and Lisa leaned in to do the same!