"...?"
You snap out of your train of thought, remembering that you probably should say something. "Of course I will! Anything to help out a friend! When did you have in mind?"
"Great! Well, we're just hanging out at the moment. Did you wanna come over now?"
"Sounds fine to me," you reply, thankful they didn't want to see you in the morning.
You hang up on Dean. He doesn't live far from you, and you wlk round there in a matter of minutes. You ring the bell and he buzzes you in. As you reach his flat, the front door opens. You are greeted by Dean and the pungent aroma of marijuana. Dean and April don't smoke weed very often, but when they do they have a tendency to get a bit 'experimental' in the sack. You remember a few months ago Dean told you that he first got to fuck April's ass after a heavy session with a bong. This probably explains why the sudden urge to try out a threesome.
Dean is wearing a pair of loose jeans and a blue t-shirt. He looks a little stoned. "Hey, dude, how's things?" he says, stepping out of the way so that you can enter.
"Not too bad," you reply. You look around his living room. His coffee table is strewn with several empty beer cans, a wine bottle and an ashtray with a few spent joints in it. "You been having a party?"
"Nah, just a regular Friday night! This is what got us in the mood for...you know." Dean looks a little sheepish to speak about the imminent three-way to your face.
April comes in from the bedroom. "Hey, ," she says, walking over to you, her bare feet padding on the carpet. She's wearing a low-cut white top and a black patterned skirt. Her dark blonde hair reaches her shoulders. As she reaches in to hug you, you can smell wine on her breath. Her hug lasts a little longer than usual and her large breasts are clamped to your chest, causing your cock to stir a little.
"Are you OK? You look a little pale," she says, breaking from your hug.
"I'm fine now. Felt totally drained this morning. I slept all day."
"Probably up all night with that slapper from the club!" April smiles at you.
"Tereza? Yeah, she showed me a thing or two!" You grin back at April.
The three of you sit on the sofa, April in the middle. April grabs a half smoked joint and has a couple of tokes on it. She curls her legs up on the sofa as she smokes, idly playing with her anklet with her other hand.
"So, how do you want to do this?" asks Dean. "Shall we all go to the bedroom, or here, or what?"
"I think that should decide," says April, laying her hand gently on your thigh. Your cock stirs a little more. "He is the guest after all." |