Kris plopped down, ungracefully, onto the leather sofa. Her shoes and coat had been left like breadcrumbs for the two boys to follow, all three dressed in the finery of a night on the town. Justin couldn't help but notice that her panties matched the silver of her very short dress.
He let himself fall onto the sofa beside her, feeling the first twinges of an erection coming. His roommate's girlfriend was Hot.
Rob slid onto the sofa on Kris' other side, his hand immediately moving to the tanned skin of her thigh. Justin tried to ignore them.
"Happy Birthday Justin." Kris said, breaking the silence.
"Yeah man," Rob added. His hand was moving further up Kris's thigh with each stroke. Justin couldn't help but watch, momentarily mesmerized. Rob's hand drifted so high that he was again able to see the silver flash of panty. He ripped his eyes away, going instead from Rob to Kris' faces, sure that they could tell he was rock hard.
The three sat there in silence. Rob continued to rub her thigh. Justin picked up the remote from the coffee table, and the room was filled with music.
Kris leaned in and whispered something to Rob, all the while keeping her eyes on Justin. She must have seen him staring at her. Rob nodded, and headed to the bedroom. Justin stared at the television, unsure whether to laugh or apologize for staring at her crotch. Out of the corner of his eye, Justin could see Kris watching him. When he couldn't take it any longer, he turned to face her.
She was more crouched than sitting now, the front of her dress hanging dangerously low.
"We have a present for you." She said, crawling along the couch towards him. Instinctively, Justin backed up until he felt the padded arm press firmly into his back. He could now see the bra that matched the silver panties, and the breasts that so nearly poured out of it.
"Cool." He said, adjusting his pants as subtly as he could, given the situation. Kris put her arm across him; using the armrest he had backed himself up against for balance as she straddled him.
"It's not really a conventional gift," she told him, pausing to kiss him, her tongue wetting his lips. "But we know it was on your list."
Again she kissed him, this time her hands coming up to play roughly through his hair.
With a bit of effort, he managed to tear himself away.
"Rob?" He managed to get out before she had him pinned at the lips again. She took his bottom lip into her mouth with a quick suck, and he felt his cock react beneath her.
"Mmmm." She said, spreading her legs slightly, applying more pressure. "Rob's idea."
She pulled his head back by the hair, exposing his neck which she began to lick and nibble.
Tentatively, he brought his hands to her thighs, running his hands up, over her hips and around to her ass. He took a cheek in each hand, enjoying the feel of her curves. And between the alcohol, the weed, and the lust, he forgot that this was his best friend's girlfriend, and he pulled her toward him, catching her by surprise with the strength of his grip. He continued to push her dress higher, his breath now brushing against her belly button. He kissed her stomach and she gasped, and next he used his tongue to paint a line across her stomach. She shivered and writhed, but he held her, his chin brushing the tiny bow on her thong.
"I take it he likes the gift?" Rob said from behind them.
Justin looked up at him. Rob had changed into a pair of silk pajama pants; they left little doubt that he had an erection.
"Looks like we can all enjoy your present." Kris said softly, her eyes trailing up and down her man's body as she leaned into Justin, her cleavage in his face. He nuzzled across her silk-covered nipple, feeling it tighten as Kris jerked.
She looked down at him, her blue eyes heavy with lust and THC. Justin continued to hold her around the waist, hoping that what he thought was happening was really happening. Kris stretched her arm out behind her, and said: "I think Rob should join us."
Rob stepped up to take her hand. He swept her hair aside and kissed her neck. When she leaned against him, head lolling back against his shoulder, Rob kissed her ear, and then bent her forward again. Justin continued to hold her around the waist as Rob slid his hand between Kris' thighs, which made her moan and push herself back against his hand.
"She's enjoying this." Rob said, tracing a finger across her clit. "These panties are soaked through."
Kris smiled at Justin, and began to undo his belt with one hand. "Rob has always wanted to watch me give another guy head." She told him in a stage-whisper. She gasped and moaned again as Rob plunged three fingers into her. He pushed his fingers in and out slowly, feeling the soft, wet, warmth inside her pussy.
Justin felt her thighs squeezing around his, and was relieved enough to sigh when she unzipped his jeans. His erection was harder then he thought possible. Rob and Justin had been to enough strip clubs, seen enough porn, to know what the other would appreciate. Rob had been bang on with his gift: Justin's fantasy was to have a threesome. Luckily, it was also Kris'.
With his pants undone, Kris impatiently pushed his jeans over his hips. His cock had found its way out of his boxers and into Kris' warm hands she stroked it approvingly, and began to crawl backward; bringing her hips right back to Rob's waiting cock, and her mouth down to Justin's.
As Rob began to slowly thrust into her, Kris began to kiss and suck her way around the thick shaft of Justin's dick. Her pierced tongue ran circles around the head, flicking out occasionally across the tip.
Justin knew better than to put his hands on her head, and instead worked his jeans further down his legs so that he could spread them and let her in closer. She began to tickle his balls through the boxers, and Justin went rigid: he was going to come.
"Oh God." He said as she took almost half of him into her mouth. She began to suck, and within seconds he couldn't help but come in her mouth.
She took it all in, continuing to tease him gently with her tongue, causing the aftershock of his orgasm to shake him again. Then, without pulling out, Rob leaned over her, and she twisted to kiss him.
Justin sat under them on the couch as they continued to fuck. Rob began to enter her with purpose, thrusting faster and deeper from behind. Kris' tits, her nipples now peeking out from her bra, bounced hypnotically in front of Justin. He reached out and took one firmly in his hand, squeezing her nipple under his thumb.
Kris started panting as she felt her body throb. "Touch me Justin." She ordered, pulling his hand up to her crotch, sliding his fingers between the slick folds of her pussy. "Make me come."
She was so wet and warm. After a few quick circles over her clitoris, Justin stroked her pussy with long, hard strokes. Rob continued to thrust from the other side. Within minutes of their tag-team effort, Kris began to moan as she braced one arm against Justin's shoulder, holding Rob by the hip with the other. Both hands dug in as she began to quiver. Her thighs squeezed, but Justin kept her legs spread wide as she bucked. Her moans grew louder, her breathing an erratic pant that made his hand move faster. Kris straightened, pumping up and down on Rob's cock as he held her upright. He had his hand over her mouth, trying to dampen the volume of her cries.
"Oh Fuck Me." Kris shouted, slamming down on top of Rob's dick, the quick thrust that was enough to make him cum next. He bucked beneath her, squeezing her tits as he tried to get further and further inside of her. Justin continued to rub her pussy as she came, while Rob watched him over her shoulder.
Justin, listening to his two friends coming together, feeling the spastic shivering of their pleasure against his own body, gave him an instant erection. He pulled back from Kris as she curled against Rob's body, the pair having fucked until both were raw. His fingers were slick, and he masturbated, coming for a second time with his friends still pinning his legs.
When they were all finished, they collapsed on the sofa, a mess of slippery limbs and panting bodies.
"Happy Birthday Justin."
Originally published December 2007: XXXMas