(Author’s note: Everyone in this story is at least 18 years old)

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I could hear the shower running upstairs, and the muted music of Elizabeth’s sweet voice singing something from Phantom of the Opera. I briefly enjoyed the mental image of her belting out those high notes into the detachable nozzle, oblivious to the spray of hot water cascading down her beautiful breasts. Water droplets clinging to her wine-dark nipples…

My attention shifted back to the beautiful blonde sitting beside me. Neither of us spoke, we just sat there, awkwardly shifting back and forth. This was not how I’d pictured things turning out. While Elizabeth was off soaping up her curvaceous body in the shower, Steph and I finally had some time alone together. I had been looking forward to this all week long.

But nothing happened. Now that we finally had the opportunity, neither she nor I knew how to make the first move. Hooking up in the hospital had been spontaneous and unexpected. The fact that we were now PLANNING on doing it мейд everything awkward. We both мейд lame attempts at conversation that totally avoided the elephant in the room.

I tried to steer the conversation where it needed to go: “That was really sexy, when you and Liz switched bikini tops with each other like that.”

Stephanie lit up, “Yeah, I couldn’t believe she did that! She’s always telling me how nervous she is around boys! She must really trust you.”

That redirected us to talking about Elizabeth for the next few minutes, and by the time I realized we had once again gotten off the topic of screwing each other, the shower had turned off upstairs and we were no longer alone. Damn that girl for taking such quick showers.

Elizabeth, the Mediterranean goddess, descended the stairs wrapped in her bath towel. Much to my chagrin, Stephanie decided to head upstairs to rinse off now that the shower was free.

I moved to give Elizabeth room on the couch beside me, and she gave me a coy look I couldn’t quite explain–until I noticed her bare shoulders. She had decided not to put Stephanie’s swimsuit top back on after her shower. I couldn’t help but wonder if she had likewise “forgotten” to put her board shorts back on.

The towel shifted as she sat down, just enough to show off some porcelain smooth cleavage. “It’s been an interesting night,” she said.

I nodded in agreement, “I don’t think the others are going to tease you about being the ‘innocent one’ anymore.”

Liz shrugged, pleased with herself. “I just wish I hadn’t had to tease you to do it. Not that I thought you’d mind, exactly. I figured it’d be a kick for you, too, obviously. I just hope you didn’t feel like… I don’t know…”

“Like you don’t take me seriously?”

She sighed, “Yeah. Please don’t think I don’t take you seriously. You’re just the only guy who doesn’t intimidate me. I know you too well. I know you’d never hurt my feelings, or laugh at me, or say mean things about my big fat hips.”

“Your body is a work of art, Elizabeth. Anyone who doesn’t appreciate every inch of you is an idiot.”

She blushed, glancing down at her exposed cleavage. After a moment of silence between us, she quietly asked me, “What’s the furthest you’ve ever gone with a girl?”

I thought about Stephanie, and then about what me and Amy had done under the towel a few hours ago, just a few feet away from Elizabeth. But if neither of them had said anything to the other girls, than that meant I wasn’t supposed to either.

“Hands,” I answered simply, making a gesture with my fingers to clarify.

“You’ve never had a girl do, like, what Corrine was talking about with the hotdog?”

“A blowjob? No. But I fantasize about it all the time. I bet it feels awesome.”

“That’s like my worst fear you know. Not actually doing it, I don’t mean. I think it’s probably actually kind of fun and sexy to do it. I mean the way the guy treated her. It would just kill me if a guy did that to me. Мейд fun of me for doing it wrong. How am I supposed to do it right on my first try? I think that’s why I’ve always been too scared to try anything.”

I took Elizabeth’s хэнд in mine. “That guy Corrine told us about? He’s a moron. And not just because he turned down a blowjob from a beautiful woman. I mean because he missed the point of it entirely. I’m obviously not an expert, but I really feel like sex shouldn’t just be about getting off. It should be about sharing ourselves with someone, and about how great it is when someone wants to share themself with us. That’s what’s so exciting about it. Doesn’t have to be true love or anything, but I feel like there should be SOME kind of connection going on. Otherwise you’re just using another person’s body so you don’t have to waste energy jerking off. I guess that’s okay, but it’s so much less than it could be. If you’re with a guy who doesn’t realize that, then he’s the one doing something wrong, not you.”

She smiled sweetly and took my хэнд. Then, nervously, she placed it on her breast. I saw the trust in her eyes, and I gently cupped my хэнд around her, feeling the fullness of that marvelous bust. Elizabeth closed her eyes and leaned her head back, sighing, “That feels nice.”

She looked unbelievably beautiful at that moment, powerfully aroused but also relieved; finally at peace with something that had been giving her anxiety for years. I leaned in and kissed her lightly on the lips, continuing my tender ministrations to her bosom.

Ever so slowly, the towel around her loosened, revealing Elizabeth’s soft warm body. Her breathing intensified, and the flush in her cheeks again travelled down her collar to the tops of those pale breasts. The towel finally untied in the center, and I moved my hands to the space between her tits, caressing them from the inside out. My thumbs sought out her thick, gumdrop-shaped nipples, delicately swirling around them.

That got her motor running. No longer at peace, more like an animal in heat, Elizabeth kissed me back passionately, frenching me with wild abandon just as she had on my birthday. She grabbed my hands and crushed them to her tits, her whole body shaking with desire.

Then, suddenly conflicted, she wrenched my hands away from her boobs and her face contorted with uncertainty as she tried to shake the fog of desire from her brain.

“Elizabeth?”

“I’m just—I don’t know if—I just don’t know why I’m shaking so much. Is that normal? I can’t stop shaking. Why am I shaking? It just feels so—it just–“

Liz stopped talking mid-sentence and threw herself at me, kissing me so suddenly and so hungrily I couldn’t hope to keep up. Her large, bare breasts clapped against my chest, red-hot to the touch. She whimpered into my mouth–

We both jumped as the bathroom door opened upstairs. Elizabeth hurriedly pushed me away and re-tied her towel just as Stephanie appeared at the top of the stairs, dressed in a towel of her own.

“That was fast!” Elizabeth panted, still in a daze. “You take fast showers!”

Stephanie quirked an eyebrow but at her BFF’s suspicious behavior, but let it slide. “Ian, the shower’s all yours while we dry off.”

Elizabeth nodded that I should go, so I hurried upstairs and slipped off my trunks, profoundly aware of the engorged cock swinging heavily between my legs. I couldn’t believe all that had transpired in the past few hours. Sense memory assaulted me as I washed off: the feel of Amy’s smooth shaven pussy straddling my thigh, the sounds of Talia’s lusty breathing as she reveled in her first lesbian kisses, my brief glimpse, at long last, of Corrine’s mouth-watering chest, the smell of Elizabeth’s arousal and the lingering taste of her lips on mine.

Though my standard shower takes like thirty minutes, I hopped in and rinsed off at record speed. I didn’t want to be away from those girls for one second longer than necessary (though I did pause long enough to make sure I got rid of all the cum that had dried on my thigh). I stepped out and went to slip on some boxers–

Which is when I noticed Stephanie and Elizabeth’s bikinis sitting on the bathroom floor. And not just their tops, either: Liz’s board shorts and Steph’s brief black bottoms were there as well. For an instant, my mind refused to accept the beautiful truth that both girls were buck naked under their towels. I could only guess at what form of merciless teasing they had in store for me tonight.

Figuring three could play at this game, I decided against the boxers and simply tied a fresh bath towel around my nude waist before heading back downstairs.

The girls weren’t where I had left them. In fact, they were nowhere to be seen. All I found downstairs were their two towels, abandoned on the couch. With a twinge of disappointment, I realized that they must have already changed back into their street clothes.

Then I heard giggling coming from my bedroom.

My cock grew heavy again between my legs as I opened my door and stepped inside, finding both girls smiling at me from my king-sized bed. The curves of their incredible bodies were clearly visible beneath the thin bed sheets.

“I finally told Elizabeth about our night in the hospital,” Stephanie said.

“And I told her about what we did while she was in the shower,” Elizabeth added.

Stephanie grinned at her beautiful friend, continuing: “Thing is, we both want to keep doing this stuff with you, but neither of us wants to go home. So we called our parents and told them we were spending the night at each other’s houses.”

My jaw hit the floor. “Wait, you mean that I–with both of you?”

Elizabeth trembled at my undisguised desire, explaining, “I want to do sexy stuff. I want it so bad I actually cry sometimes. But I’m still really nervous about it, even around you. With Stephanie here I know I’ll feel safe no matter what.”

Stephanie smiled at me, “Elizabeth told me what you said to her; how sex should be about sharing yourself with other people. If that’s the case, then why shouldn’t we share you? We’re all single, we’re all friends, and we all want to.”

I felt dizzy. This can’t be real, I thought, this kind of thing only happens in movies, or to rock stars, or to jet-setting billionaires. Not to me. Real girls don’t do this, right?

But nonetheless, there they were: My friends. In my bed. Beneath my sheets. Smiling at my erection.

I took a step towards the bed, so giddy I scarcely felt the floor beneath my feet. I cast my towel aside, watching their eyes immediately swerve down to the engorged phallus hanging between my legs. The two girls instinctively grabbed each other’s hands in suspense.

I climbed onto the foot of the bed, crawling slowly forward, feeling their naked bodies beneath me through the sheet. I lowered my hips so that my dangling cock slid across Stephanie’s legs.

“Oh my God,” she sighed, squeezing her friend’s хэнд even harder. I changed direction, crawling over Elizabeth, dragging the head of my penis across her belly.

“I can feel it on me,” she shivered with excitement, “I can actually feel it.”

I reached up to the sheet concealing my two beauties and yanked it down in one lighting fast tug. Their supple young bodies lay there before me, completely exposed.

I marveled at the expanse of flesh for what felt like an eternity, first drinking in the sight of Stephanie: long legs, perky butt, toned stomach, soft golden curls between her legs and long wet tresses of golden hair plastered to her swelling pink tits.

I gazed down at Elizabeth: fair skin flushed with excitement, curvaceous hips, the promise of a nice, juicy butt on the other side, a neatly trimmed strip of dark pubic hair above her puffy, glistening vagina, a slender neck and shoulders, dark hair splayed out on the pillow above her angelic face like a halo, and her truly epic tits. How many short girls have 34DD’s? Not enough, I tell you.

Like a parched man stumbling across an oasis, I dove in. The three of us groaned as we мейд out, rolling around my bed in a mess of bodies. Since Elizabeth was closer, I kissed her first–ravenously matching her passion. Stephanie wrapped her arms around us both, licking my neck and rubbing her whole body against me.

Not wanting to neglect anyone, I turned my face away from Elizabeth, still fondling her tits while Stephanie and I wrestled our tongues together. I felt Elizabeth’s fingers slowly reach down my back, towards my ass, too nervous to go ahead and just grope me–

So I grabbed her хэнд and finished the journey for her, firmly planting her palm on my butt. She squeezed it happily and bit me on the ear in gratitude. Never in my wildest dreams did I think I’d be in this situation. My dick was screaming for some physical stimulation.

Stephanie pressed her shaking хэнд to my groin, feeling the hot skin with her palm. Nervous, she slowly played with me–not furiously stroking like she had in the hospital, just testing, exploring. Gently cupping my balls just to see what they felt like.

I guess Steph’s curiosity got the best of her, because she tore her mouth away from mine to give herself a better view of what she was doing to me down below—for the first time she beheld the sight of a man’s dick in her хэнд. Her gentle stimulation was incredible.

“What’s it feel like?” Elizabeth asked, likewise transfixed by the sight of Stephanie playing with me.

“It’s warm,” Stephanie answered. Elizabeth reached her small хэнд down towards my penis, her eyes silently asking my permission before she touched it. I nodded and her хэнд joined Stephanie’s, feeling my length with drifting fingertips. Elizabeth shuddered with arousal at the forbidden sensation.

While the two beautiful naked girls caressed me down below, I reached out and squeezed their matching sets of huge heaving breasts, gently grazing my hands across their pert nipples.

“It gets me so turned on when he touches me like that,” Elizabeth sighed to her friend. Stephanie nodded in agreement, helpfully adding, “You should feel what it’s like when he puts them in his mouth.”

Elizabeth turned to me, “Would that be okay?” she asked.

“Lizzy, baby, I’m yours. You don’t need to ask my permission for a thing, you can have all of me right here, right now.”

She released her hold on my penis and crawled towards the head of the bed, laying down comfortably on her side with that voluptuous chest beside my face, her thick, wine-colored nubs perfectly aligned with my hungry lips. Ever so gently, I took her breasts in my hands and flicked out tip of my tongue, moistening the tips of those nipples.

Elizabeth moaned in pleasure.

Below, I could feel Stephanie pick up the pace on my хэнд job, excited by the image of me tasting her friend’s boobs. I suddenly felt Stephanie’s tongue on my own nipples, matching me lick for lick.

I gasped sharply in response, sucking Liz’s tit into my mouth harder than I’d intended. The effect on Liz must have been pretty powerful, because she instinctively pulled my face fiercely into her chest and bit her lip in ecstasy.

I’d heard of girls with super-sensitive nipples having orgasms with no clitoral stimulation whatsoever, and given Elizabeth’s reaction to my tongue, I began to wonder if she might be one of them. Determined to find out, I renewed my oral assault on her breasts, reacting on a purely animal level to her breathing and body language to determine my intensity.

Meanwhile, Stephanie stopped licking my nipples and was slowly swirling her tongue lower and lower down my chest. The teasing sensation was driving me wild with lust; energizing me to attack Elizabeth’s delicious nipples with everything I had. A pure flow of sexual energy–from Stephanie, through me, to Elizabeth–

Whose screams of pleasure were music to my ears. She writhed uncontrollably in my arms, her thighs squeezing together in expectant agony, her voice almost incoherent as she chanted “Don’t stop… don’t stop… DON’T STOP!”

I didn’t stop.

All the while, Stephanie’s tongue swirled ever lower, across my pelvis, threatening to slather across my criminally neglected erection.

Elizabeth came very suddenly, fingernails clawing at my back. I’d never even touched her below the waist. I maintained suction on her tit as every muscle in her body tensed–she went stiff as a board–then I gently released her and she collapsed limp beside me, rolling her tender breasts away from my mouth. The air in the room was pungent with the smell of her arousal.

“That was… that was…” Elizabeth dreamily trailed off, choosing instead to give me a grateful kiss so intense it managed to momentarily distract me from the fact that Stephanie’s tongue was moving down into my pubic hair.

Satiated for the moment, Elizabeth glanced down at her friend and realized: “Holy shit, Steph!”

I felt a lightning bolt of pure pleasure shoot through me as Stephanie sunk her warm lips over the head of my cock. Holy shit indeed! Then it was my turn to moan as naughty Stephanie went to work on her–and my–first ever real-life blowjob.

I couldn’t believe how hot it looked: My dick standing at maximum hardness, pointed right up between the softness of Stephanie’s pouty, movie-star lips. Her cheek stretched out lewdly each time she descended on me. The heavy swinging flesh of her breasts slapping against my thigh with every movement. The word “Yes!” flashed like a neon sign in my brain.

For a long while, Elizabeth and I watched, utterly hypnotized, while Stephanie tasted me and teased me. Elizabeth slid down the bed, towards my crotch, for a front row seat of the action. Finally able to bear it no longer, Elizabeth whispered to Stephanie, “That looks fun, can I try?”

Smiling at her “shy” friend’s request, Stephanie let my dick slip free of her mouth and gestured for Liz to go ahead. “Actually,” Elizabeth clarified, “Could we do it at the same time? It’s less scary if you do it with me.”

I almost came just imagining what would happen next. Both girls lowered their heads to opposite sides of my erect shaft and slowly began licking me, tasting and savoring the texture of every ridge and vein. They wrapped their wet lips around either side of my column, kissing the sensitive skin. Occasionally their lips would brush up against each other and they would exchange a playful kiss with my dick in the middle.

“That feels unbelievable, you guys,” I moaned, “You have to let me use my mouth on you, too.”

The two babes exchanged a telepathic glance the way only teenage BFFs can, nodding in silent agreement with each other. “I’m still recovering from what you did to my boobs,” Elizabeth said.

“I’d love to,” Stephanie whined, “But I’m having too much fun doing THIS–“

She pointedly sucked me into her mouth. I moaned, struggling to speak, “Why don’t we–oh wow–why don’t we do both at the same time?” It took Stephanie a second to figure out what I meant, but as soon as she got it, her eyes lit up with desire. She crawled over me, those big pink tits dragging along my chest as she went, then she twisted around and carefully straddled my face.

Elizabeth let up on my blowjob to watch as her best friend’s hot honeyed core pressed down onto my waiting mouth. In this position, my whole universe became Stephanie’s pleasure. All I could taste were her slippery-smooth vaginal lips. All I could smell was the scent of her arousal. All I could hear was the splashing as I lapped away at her, and the moans of her pleasure in response. It was intoxicating. Unlike anything I had ever experienced. I loved it.

I couldn’t really see from my position, but I knew the two BFFs well enough to know that they were looking each other in the eye while my tongue was discovering the flavor of Stephanie’s pussy. I didn’t have any experience with other girls to compare it to, but Steph was almost unbearably sweet, like pancake syrup dribbling all over my face.