Both of My Boyfriends (MMF Menage Story Bundle) (8 page)

Oh, that girl definitely had a dick in
her mouth now, Amanda thought - her squeaking was muffled suddenly.
She sped her fingers up, imagining that cock in her mouth,
too.

Then silence again for a
moment.

"Oh FUCK that!" the girl yelped
suddenly, and there was a loud thump.

That was followed by some low-pitched
male voices saying something she couldn't hear at all. They sounded
very intense though.

The girl was pissed, that much was
obvious. "I am NOT up for that. That's sick. Fuck you!" Her voice
was crystal clear through the wall. Amanda was frozen in place,
wondering what in the world was going on.

She couldn't help being worried for
the girl - what if Tim and John weren't as nice as they seemed? She
mentally scanned the room for anything that could be used as a
weapon - probably the baseball bat in the closet was the only
thing. On the other hand the boys were way bigger than her and
would just take it away from her before she could do any damage.
She reached out for her cell phone instead and got ready to dial
911.

There was more low murmuring from the
boys, and some thumping and bumping, followed by a very distinct
click of the light switch.

"Nope, no way, forget it! I'm out of
here!" the girl said.

"Okay, fine," she heard Tim saying.
Then there was a lot of rustling that was probably clothes being
put on, and then Tim's bedroom door opened, followed by the
apartment door opening and shutting loudly moments
later.

So whatever went on, the boys didn't
seem like they were threatening the girl at all. That was a relief
at least.

She heard Tim's bedroom
door close again, and the light switch going
click
.

Then there was the sound of someone
sitting down on the bed. She could hear the murmuring of them
talking, but couldn't understand enough of it for it to make any
sense.

She lay there for a long while,
listening to the sounds of them talking. Sleep wasn't going to come
easily, that was for sure.

Plus there was another problem - she
had to pee. Quite badly, actually. Never should have drunk that
tea. There was no way she was going to be able to just ignore it
and drift off to sleep.

She could make a quick dash to the
bathroom, which was just across the hall, and then back into her
room to avoid any embarrassing stuff until tomorrow at least. It
would probably shoot down any chance she had of pretending she'd
slept through it, whatever it was, though.

She quietly got off the bed and pulled
on her panties. She was only wearing a long t-shirt apart from
that, but it should be okay for a quick bathroom run.

Then she padded over to the door and
opened it up carefully and jumped into the bathroom.

While she was in there she heard Tim's
bedroom door open and close again. Someone went out into the
kitchen and opened the fridge. Getting a drink, presumably. Great.
The odds of this not being awkward just kept getting
slimmer.

She flushed and decided to stride
confidently out into the hall. No point in being all mousey about
it now. They knew she was up, she knew they were up. At least she
could satisfy her curiosity a bit.

Tim was standing at the sink in just
his shorts, drinking a glass of milk. He looked over at her as she
walked in and gave her an apologetic smile.

"Sorry if we woke you up. I didn't
expect things to get so... loud."

She waved her hand. "No worries.
Whoever that was, she sounded, how should I put it? Kind of
angry?"

Tim shook his head sadly and let it
drop a bit. "It's actually a little embarrassing."

"Really?" she said, "Then it sounds
interesting."

He sighed and gave her a serious,
appraising look.

After a moment he seemed to decide
something inside of his head, and he said, "I haven't brought it up
yet, but John and I are sort of bisexual. Like,
together."

She wasn't sure what to think about it
at first and she just said, "Oh. Okay."

Then it fell into place and she said,
"Ohhh! I see. So you two were..."

"We thought she got it!" Tim said. "We
practically admitted it in the club, so we thought she was cool
with the whole idea. I think she just thought we were both going
to, you know, do things to her."

"Haven't you done this sort of
threesome thing before?" she said.

"No!" Tim shook his head vigorously.
"We've been talking about it. This was the first try."

"So you started..." she
said.

"Doing things. Yeah. She didn't like
it."

"Apparently."

"So." Tim said, "I dunno. I guess we
just go to bed now."

"Actually I wouldn't have minded that
at all," she said. Or at least she heard those words come out of
her mouth. She wasn't sure how they had managed to do
that.

"You wouldn't..." Tim said and
stopped, looking at her blankly for a moment.

She had instantly regretted saying it,
but it was way too late to undo it now. She was acutely aware of
the t-shirt defining the ample bulge of her hips, and of her
too-large breasts hanging down in front of her. Suddenly she was
back in high school and a bunch of popular kids were going to start
laughing at any moment.

"Actually I'm sorry," she
said, "I know I'm not like the girls you usually go for." She felt
her face getting hot with a blush.
Damn
it
,
damn
it
. "I shouldn't have said
anything!"

Tim was giving her a little smile when
she glanced up at him though.

"John thinks you're hot. He said so
himself," he said.

"Really?" she said and tried to sound
casual.

"Yeah no seriously," Tim said, "He
said you have sexy lips."

"Well shucks," she said, and smiled
back at Tim, "That's nice."

Tim put his glass down into the sink
and rinsed it out. Looking down he said. "What would you say if I
said I thought you were really pretty?"

"I dunno Tim, I might think you were
still horny." She laughed but wrapped her arms around herself. He
was in such amazing shape - she traced the chain around his neck
with her eyes, to where it bumped over his collarbone and then down
over the bulge of his pectoral muscles. His skin was looked as
smooth as silk. She couldn't help noticing the waist of his shorts
rode low on his hips, showing just a hint of the curve of his ass.
She felt ridiculous lusting after a man like this. He wasn't in her
league.

"Well maybe," he said and moved to
walk past her towards the bedroom again. He stopped right beside
her and turned to look into her eyes. "But we're going to take care
of that in a little bit. The only question is whether you want to
be in the room with us when we do."

His eyes were blue, frank, and
intense. She was aware of his body heat for some reason, which
almost felt like it was emanating from him in waves, and actually
warming up her own skin.

Sometimes you just have to dive in and
hope for the best. "Yeah," she heard herself saying, "I think I'd
like that."

Tim never said a word, he just reached
out and took her hand, then led her towards the bedroom without
once looking back, simply assuming that she would follow him. She
did.

He opened the door, and they went in
together.

John lay in the bed, naked but covered
by just a thin sheet. The light of one little orange lamp in the
corner let her see him lying back, looking at her in a very
appraising way. His curly black hair was still messed up from
whatever he'd been doing with that other girl not so long ago, and
Amanda could see the bulge of his cock outlined pretty distinctly
through the sheet. He was in spectacular shape, just like Tim, and
his chest had a fair bit of dark hair on it, in contrast to Tim's
smooth skin.

She felt very insecure all of a
sudden, like she was intruding on something that she had no
business seeing.

"I heard you two talking," he said,
looking at their clasped hands. "What's up?"

Tim led her over to the bed with him.
"Amanda might like to play with us."

John smiled up at her. It was a
genuinely warm, welcoming smile that made her feel much
better.

"I'm glad, Amanda! " he said. "I've
thought you were really pretty since the first time we
met."

She sat down on the edge of the bed,
wondering what in the world to do now.

"Can I just keep everything on for a
little while?" she said.

They seemed to understand what she was
feeling, or at least nobody made a big deal out of it. Tim just
walked over to John, leaned down, and gave him a hard, passionate
kiss on his mouth. Amanda watched them frankly,
fascinated.

Tim knelt down and caressed John's
chest, and the two of them continued kissing, open-mouthed for a
while. Tim's hand eventually squeezed the bulge of John's cock
through the sheet, and she could see it starting to
grow.

Tim stood back up again.

"You're way too critical of yourself
Amanda," John said. He pushed himself over towards her, letting the
sheet he was wearing fall even further down into his lap. He
touched her hair, and stroked one finger down the side of her
cheek. She stared down at her lap, then looked up at him to say
something back. She was surprised to meet his lips instead, which
gave her a very soft and very brief kiss before he retreated
again.

"You're sexy. I like looking at you,"
he said and lay back again, smiling at her.

Tim, with a shockingly casual motion,
whipped off his shorts and flung them into a corner. She could see
that his cock was already dangling down long and partially
engorged. She felt giddy with how quickly things were turning
sexual.

He stood beside John again, and said,
"This is what freaked out poor Cindy."

John laughed and grabbed hold of Tim's
cock, caressing it gently up and down a few times while it rapidly
grew into a full erection. Then he ran his tongue down the length
of it, finally plunging into his mouth while Tim closed his eyes
and sighed.

Then John popped it back out of his
mouth and looked over at her.

"What do you think, Amanda?" he said.
"Are you going to get mad at us?"

He looked so serious that she couldn't
help giggling.

"No, guys," she said, "I’m not going
to yell at you. Actually it's kind of sexy. Do it
again."

John kissed the shaft of Tim's cock
again, slowly, and then rubbed it against his face and took a deep
breath.

"Smells good, too," he said. "Why
don't you come over here and see, Amanda?"

She leaned over towards them, but that
wasn't quite close enough, so she shifted herself over to sit
beside John. She felt a bit like she was doing something somehow
wrong, but she wrapped her hand around John's and gave Tim's cock a
brief kiss. It felt smooth and warm, and she couldn't help rubbing
her nose against it too, and giving it a little sniff. He did smell
nice - kind of faintly like sweat and cum. She realized that this
was the first new cock she’d seen or touched for a long, long time.
It was exhilarating. With her other hand she gently cupped his
balls, and ran her tongue around the head of it. She felt Tim's
hand resting on the back of her head, and when she looked up at him
he was gazing down at her warmly and smiling.

"That's nice," he said.

She grinned and turned her face to
John, who had been watching her the whole time. His full lips
looked very inviting, so she kissed him this time, much harder. His
tongue probed quickly into her mouth, and one of his hands cupped a
breast, caressing it gently until it found her nipple. She felt her
breath growing quicker, and she reached under the blanket to grasp
his manhood now. He was big, and thick - she could imagine why poor
angry Cindy had been making those little squeaky noises. There was
only one problem though.

"John," she said, "I think you should
probably go and wash Cindy off of you."

John dropped his head immediately.
"Yes ma'am," he said, and popped up out of the bed stark naked and
ran out towards the bathroom.

Tim sat down on the bed where John had
been and laid back, staring at her openly. She was suddenly very
aware that he was totally naked, and that she was still wearing her
long t-shirt and panties.

She grinned at him and quickly whipped
off her underwear, dropping them down onto the floor beside the
bed.

"Better?" she said.

"A little," Tim said, "but I'd rather
you take off your shirt too."

"Can I leave it on for a little
while?" she asked in a tiny voice. Despite the situation - with Tim
naked, and his healthy and erect cock only inches from her hands -
she still felt very self-conscious about her body. All the same she
was undeniably starting to warm up down below, and was feeling a
little squishy, too.