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We were loud, just the kind of giggly drunk that gets on everyone’s nerves. Our waitress threw us a dirty look from behind the counter as she tended to some spilled coffee, but we were too busy having a good time to care. I hadn’t seen Stef in a year and it was great to be hanging out with my best friend, especially since I’d been stressing out over taking the bar exam. We club hopped all night and danced until we were weak in the knees. Or maybe that was from all those Appletinis we had. Either way, I felt like my old self again.
“Janna, look at the guy over there by the window.” Stef said as I was digging into a slice of cheesecake.
“Mmm, tasty.” She already knew I wasn’t talking about my dessert. At 3:30 in the morning, he was alone, reading the paper over his finished plate. He had on a corduroy blazer; a dark rugged shadow displayed on his chin and was stroking his lip in the most unassuming way. Looking pensive, he didn’t offer a single glance in our direction. When he folded his newspaper and began to settle his bill at the counter, I threw a couple of twenties onto our table. “Come on, let’s go.” I wasn’t concerned with getting my change. I was on a mission. Grabbing Stef by the hand, I rushed after the mystery guy.
He was already half a block away. With his head tucked down, he moved briskly down the sidewalk. We followed and watched as he turned into a building, then disappeared behind the locked door.
“Now what?” Stef asked while I waited to see if a light appeared in one of the windows.
“There he is.” I pointed to the second floor.
September’s cool night air blew past us. We could see him open the window and begin to take off his clothes, exposing his long, lean body as he stripped down for bed. Leaving nothing on, he walked out of our sight and the light went out.
The thought had been nagging at the back of my mind for the last six months. Was I really ready to become an attorney and meet all the expectation that came with it? Had I been chasing my parent’s dream of success all this time? I was full of doubt about my choices and my future, and maybe because of that, an incredibly ridiculous idea crossed my mind. “Dare me to go after him?”
I was already headed toward the alley with a mischievous grin. “No, let me rephrase that, I dare you to join me.” My eyes darted about, surveying the area for possibilities. A fire escape posed the best solution, and with the help of a garbage can, I pulled myself onto the ladder. “You coming?”
Stef was game, just like with the pranks we pulled in high school, she was my partner in crime. Together we climbed the rungs and found ourselves on the metal grating in front of his open window.
The moon was bright enough to see that he was alone in his bed and his stillness confirmed he was already asleep. I stepped in, holding my hand over my mouth to keep from giggling about the absurdity of it all. It was Stef who took the lead. Signaling for me, she crept over to his bed, crouching at his side. I took in the sight of him, a rugged beauty resting motionless in front of us. Stef stared too, as we contemplated our next move.
What a perfect blend of grit and peace there was in his dreamy expression. I couldn’t turn back now. He was magnetic. I’d felt it the moment we saw him. Swallowing hard, I decided to go around the other side and slip under the covers.
Stef wasn’t about to be left out and she slid her hand slowly under the sheet, carefully watching to see if he noticed her touch. I could see her arm moving up and down in a rhythmic motion and knew where she had decided to begin.
He sighed heavily in his sleep and I began to kiss his neck. Suddenly startled, he awoke grabbing her wrist with his large hand.
“Don’t be afraid,” I whispered. “We’re not here to hurt you.” Pulling his jaw around to face me, I pressed my tongue inside his mouth. Stef removed his covers and began to kiss his chest, returning her hand to his lower region. He groaned, low and gruff. The shocked expression fading from his face as he decided to play nice. Relaxing back into his pillow, he dragged his fingers through Stef’s hair and wrapped his other hand around the back of my neck, calling my kiss deeper inside his mouth.
She lifted her head to meet ours, and I allowed her a taste of his soft tongue. Their kiss was intense until suddenly he retracted. Struggling to focus in the dark, his eyes ran slowly over both of our faces. Then gently, he brought our mouths together.
This was a strange yet exciting turn of events. I had never kissed another girl before and certainly had not thought of Stef in that way. But the idea of performing this unfamiliar act for the pleasure of our mystery man compelled me to honor his request. Her kiss was playful and sweet. I floated in the moment, stretching the time in the slow and fluid motion of our entangled embrace.
She busied herself with my shirt buttons and then my bra, never parting lips with mine. Our mystery man rose up and began to undress her from behind. Soon, we were all three nude in the moonlight, eager to partake of each other’s flesh.
Moving with sudden impatience, he bent her forward. Helpless under his immediacy, she grabbed hold of the bed and he dragged his mouth over her glistening entry. I sucked on her tongue as her excitement built with mine. She responded with a hand between my legs, stroking up and down, expertly as if it were my own. Gasping at her touch, I leaned my hips forward to give her better access to my slippery creases.
Soon he was next to me and I needed to taste him. I sucked him in, stretching my lips to accommodate. Could a moan be more inspiring? That raspy grunt made me want to leave my lips wringing his dick for days to come. He rewarded me with a roving finger on my bud and my quickened breaths caught in my throat, stuffed behind his heavy cock. When my legs started to tremble, he brought me to his mouth and took my breath away completely.
He was a perfect stranger with knowledge of my hottest buttons, making my head spin with the genius figure eights on the tip of his tongue. If one mouth was splendor, than two were completely mind-blowing, more pleasure than I was used to. Yet, they shared well, trading places with fingers and tongues mingling over and in me until I overflowed.
Then it was Stef’s turn. We positioned her flat on her back and kissed her head to toe. I was increasingly drawn to the notion of tasting her and did not resist when he gave me some firm encouragement from the back of my head.
Having no experience as the giver of that kind of pleasure, I drew from my own wish list of dips, dives and twirls. Stef appeared grateful, spreading her legs wider with his sheets knotted in her tightened fists. Our man was busy licking her breasts as he kept an eye on my performance. With a smile on my lips, and my tongue buried deep, she soon added to his need for a laundry trip the next day.
Both of us satisfied, I gave her a knowing look and in the true spirit of our friendship, we had no trouble coming to the same conclusion. The only thing left to top off the night was to depart from our mystery man, leaving him in a state of desire and disbelief. As he stroked himself and begged us to stay, we dressed and left the way we came in. I blew him a kiss before disappearing out of the window knowing that we had just created a most unforgettable memory, to be conjured again and again by all of us.
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