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My First Threesome
My First Threesome None of what follows is made up. The story so far: a while back I blogged about a how I was best friends with a woman who was part of a lesbian couple, but then it transpired she was also in love with me. For those who’ve forgotten, this is how the revelation took place… "Does Jane mind us being so tactile with each other?" I heard myself asking. "No," she said in a sort of lazy tone of voice, "actually she quite likes it." "She likes it?" "Yes. It helps her to remember that not all men are hateful. And anyway, she finds it sexy." I didn't say anything. "Do you think you are in love with me?" She went on, as if it was a common thing to ask. Like what time is it, or do you think it's going to rain. "No," I said carefully, after a pause. "Well, maybe a little. I mean, I love you, and you're sexy, but I'm not in love with you in that desperate, can't-take-my-eyes-off-you-for-a-second sort of way." "I'm in love with you," she said. Okay, I have to admit that while this is not made up, it is only part of a dream I once had. (You can read the rest of it in my post Dream Lesbian if you want to. ) But the extraordinary thing is that it has almost come to feel like the truth. Somewhere, in this dreamworld I have become part of, it feels as if this woman actually exists. I have to tell you, this is a magical feeling to have. To have someone who would never, under normal circumstances, be emotionally or sexually drawn to your gender, admit their love for you is wonderfully uplifting. She loves me in that kind of gently adoring way which is undemanding, and yet richly rewarding at the same time. Anyway, last week I was in a restaurant in Bristol, and one of the waitresses, who was very sexy indeed, and also quite pretty, was flirting with me, (at least I like to think it was flirting - she was probably just after a better tip,) and I realized that she was the visual embodiment of the other half of this dream world lesbian couple; a striking red-head called Jane. She was wearing a tight fitting cardigan over a short cotton dress which only just covered her slim but curvy figure, with black leggings showing off her legs underneath. Her hair was cropped short, but not in a severe man-hating style, just sexy lesbian. I nearly asked her if her name was Jane, but I resisted. Not long afterwards, the couple were back in my dreams. I have always thought Jane didn’t really like me, and as a result I was always a little bit frightened of her. Her girlfriend was my best friend, and once I found out that Jane found it sexy that her girlfriend was also sleeping with me, she crept into my dreams more and more often. Until one day she crept beyond my dreams and into my bed. “Would it be okay if Jane slept with us one night?” was the way the subject had been broached. I wanted to know why. Was it jealousy, or curiosity I wondered. “No, she wants you to fuck her. I want to see you fuck her.” She has always been direct in a laid back sort of way, but this was full-on even for her. I said, “I always thought she didn’t like me, but I have to admit she has seemed more…….affectionate lately.” “That’s because she has started to want you like I do. I can’t explain it – neither of us has ever been turned on by men before. She’s never trusted men, but I suppose seeing how close I was to you made her realize you were okay. She doesn’t love you like I do. She just wants to feel your cock moving inside her.” The words made my cock start moving inside my pants. ******************** We just took our clothes off and climbed into their wonderfully girly bed. I had expected Jane to be shy, but she wasn’t. She lay back against the pillows and intertwined easily with her lover, There was a gorgeous smell of perfumes and femaleness, and I could feel the heat of their bodies as they kissed each other all over, sucking at nipples and trailing delicate fingers over sensitive skin. But Jane kept looking at me, almost questioningly. It was almost as if they were becoming all one person in order to make love to me. I could feel legs against mine, I wasn’t sure whose they were, but there was a gentle slow motion of passion and I could imagine them grinding their hips and clitorises together. Jane had one arm around her lover but her free hand was on my chest and she played her fingers through the hair and over my nipples. Another hand was on my cock, gently squeezing its harness. I heard words: “She’s ready for you now Dreamer. Will you fuck her for me please?” Jane looked into my eyes, and then slid under me, reaching her lips up to kiss me. Her tongue was hesitant, but delightful. “I’ve never kissed a man before,” she told me. “Is it okay?” I said. “Different. But it makes me want you even more.” I positioned myself over her, and gently pressed my cock between her legs. She was gorgeously wet, and I slid a little into her. “Oh!” she gasped. There was a note of question and surprise in her voice. “Ahhhhh,” she moaned, as I slid deeply into her. It sounded like she had the answer to her question. "I'm going to want this more often. From you," she said to me. I fucked her as gently as I could. She moved under me as if she had been doing it all her life. The three of us became one system of feelings and emotions. It feels as if it wasn’t even a dream. |
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Thanks cougar - I am thinking that's a compliment. I hope.
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