4. Three is a Magic Number

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It's Friday at midnight, and the bar's in full swing. Jason, Ray's best friend from college, is in town for a long weekend. I sit between them, warm and loose from the alcohol, Jason joking in my ear, Ray's hand on my opposite thigh.

This is my first time meeting Jason. But the truth is, I'm having a hard time staying in the moment. It was just yesterday when Ray told me of his past with Jason, how they had once, a few years ago, forgotten the labels, and shared a woman between them.

And I don't mean they just ran on a train on her. They had made love to her, and to each other. When I asked Ray why just the one time, he said they'd never found the right partner to share again.

Now, sitting at the bar between them, I see first hand the intimacy they share. It isn't the same kind of romantic love I share with Ray, but it is deeply solid love built on friendship and trust, and it's a love that turns physical when they find the right partner, which I think I might be right now. As I feel safe sitting between these two men, our scents mixed together, desire palpable in the air, in my mind, I can see us, a tangle of bodies and tongues.

I whimper, and both men turn to stare at me. What do they see? My flushed cheeks? My parted lips? I suggest we leave and both men nod in unison.

Yep, definitely on the same frequency here. While Jason pays the tab, Ray reaches for me. In my ear he asks, why are you blushing love? And I say back, I can't say in public.

Ray only lifts an eyebrow at that. We leave the bar and start towards Ray's flat. Jason takes my hand and peppers my knuckles with warm kisses.

The bold move flusters me and I almost trip over my feet. Jason looks at me with affection as I steady myself. His touch tells me he can't wait for this long weekend to start.

I look over at Ray to make sure he's on board with this, the question in my eyes. Ray gives me and Jason an appraising look. His best friend and his girl, it says.

We should all be so lucky. We walk the rest of the way in silence, the long weekend now rearranging itself into a new triangular shape. When we arrive, Ray switches on the dimmed lights, casting the place in a moody glow.

I feel the heat of Jason behind me as he pulls his jacket from my shoulders. Slowly, he leans down to my bare collarbone. There he lingers, as if wanting for me to protest.

When nothing comes, I feel the glide of his firm lips upon my skin. I move my neck to the side, bearing more skin for his mouth. Ray moves in front of me.

He pulls my hips to his, his lips search mine out. Blood rushes to my sensitive core, making me throb. When Ray pulls away from my mouth, his eyelids hooded, his lips wet, he checks in on me, asking, How do you feel, love?

How do I feel? So needy, like, if you don't move your hands over my body I'm going to scream. But instead I say, like, I won't be able to stand in a minute.

Ray's fingertips travel down my arms until he grasps my hands in his. He turns and walks us towards the living room, Jason trailing at my back. All three of us move to the couch.

I sit down on the center cushion with both males flanking my sides. Ray reaches for my chin, drawing my gaze to his. Again he asks me how I feel, and this time I say, a bit nervous.

This is all new for me after all. Both men proceed to assume we'll just touch tonight, no sex. We have time, they promise me.

For a minute I'm disappointed, but then they start rubbing my thighs and kissing my neck, and it feels so good I decide, this is a fine way to start. Baby steps. Jason moves his hand from my thigh to my core, cupping me through my jeans.

He presses down on my clip, and my hips buck into his hand. He gives me a teasing circle before moving up to unbutton my jeans. I sit up and both men slide off together.

Ray lifts up my shirt while Jason unclasps my bra. Again, I'm absolutely naked, save for their rough, calloused hands on my body. Ray and Jason lean down to suck on my nipples.

They each reach for a thigh and spread me open. I am under their complete control. So many hands and lips, they're all on me.

My pussy is dripping wet, and I imagine how it would feel to take each of them inside. But tonight I remind myself, tonight we are just learning each other. Ray moves his fingers to my exposed pussy.

By now he knows my body well. He slides his fingers through my folds, moving up until he finds my clip. There he presses, with just the right amount of pressure, and begins the back and forth motion I like so much.

Fuck, that feels so good. Just then, I feel Jason's finger tease at my entrance. He draws it out, barely inserting the tip of a finger before retracting.

I'm desperate as hell when I say, do it already. He pushes in, curving his fingertips upward to stroke my inner flesh. The whole time Ray rubs my swollen clip.

They return to suck on my breasts, my neck, my lips, never stopping, so that I am constantly pleasured. My body tightens as I edge towards climax. Ray and Jason pull back from kissing me, and bend their heads together over my hips, watching their fingers work in my pussy in unison.

Their faces are tight, as if reining in their own physical needs hurts them, it drives me crazy with lust. Come here, I say. Both men lean back towards me.

I meet them halfway, my hands looping around the backs of their necks. I kiss Ray, and then Jason. They respond immediately, meeting my hungry mouth.

Soon we're all three sharing the kiss. Me, Jason, Ray, all kissing at once. I lose myself in their lips and touches, cresting closer to the peak.

You've got me so close, I tell them. They stroke and finger fuck me harder, and then, I gush all over their hands. My body pulses in jerks as I ride Jason's fingers.

They work me until the last bit of my pleasure fades. When Jason withdraws from my body, Ray catches his hand. He brings Jason's fingers to his mouth and sucks them, tasting me, tasting Jason, disar-sated.

The only thing I can do is nod when Ray swallows and whispers to us, Perfect. You're both perfect.