Chapter 3 #2
They undressed each other in a slow, ongoing conversation.
The words continued in little bursts, a joke here, a compliment there, but the volume dropped and dropped until only their hands and their eyes did the talking.
I watched as Evelyn unbuttoned Linda’s shirt, her hands steady, the movements sure.
When a button got stuck, Linda snorted and rolled her eyes. “Typical.”
Evelyn grinned, then popped it loose. “See? Easy.”
Linda’s shirt slid off her shoulders and onto the floor.
No bra. I knew she wouldn’t be wearing one; nobody did anymore, not unless they’d found a use for it.
Her breasts were high and soft, nipples pink and tight.
The curve of her waist led to a gentle belly, then down to the cutoff shorts, which had a frayed edge that barely covered anything.
Linda lifted her hands to help with Evelyn’s shirt.
She bunched it at the hem and pulled it up in a single move.
Evelyn’s torso was longer, more defined, with a flat stomach and the faint trace of muscle around her ribs.
Her breasts were smaller, perky with a defined sky slope ending in dark nipples that stood out in the lantern light.
Both women peeled out of their shorts at the same time, a small choreography they laughed about as they hopped to get the denim past their knees.
Underneath, neither wore underwear. I watched the way the fabric dragged across their skin, exposing first the curve of the hip, then the tuft of hair at the top of the mound, a trim, natural look.
They stood side by side for a second, naked except for the socks Linda still wore, and looked at me. I felt every molecule in my blood kick up a notch. My cock was thick and hot against my jeans.
Evelyn saw it. “Your turn,” she said.
I pulled my shirt over my head and tossed it aside.
I wasn’t in Navy shape anymore, but I still carried the build.
I kept my eyes on them as I undid my jeans, pushing them down, letting my cock spring out.
It stood straight, the head flushed red and shining in the lantern glow.
I caught a flash of surprise from Linda, her mouth forming a tight O, and a muted version of the same from Evelyn, though she’d seen me once before, naked, but not hard.
“Jesus,” Linda whispered.
She dropped to her knees in front of me.
Evelyn followed, kneeling close enough that her thigh pressed against Linda’s hip.
Together, their hands reached for my shaft, Linda’s fingers wrapping around the base while Evelyn’s stroked the length with careful passes.
I felt a bolt of raw pleasure at the touch, and the empathy in me mirrored their reactions: Linda’s wild shock and curiosity, Evelyn’s quiet focus, the way her mind wrapped around every detail.
Linda’s hand pumped once, then twice. She angled me up and said, “Can I?”
I nodded.
She leaned in and licked the head, the tip of her tongue catching the slit and bringing out a bead of pre-come. Her lips wrapped around me, the heat of her mouth almost painful in its intensity. She took me an inch, then two, then gagged a little and pulled back, laughing. “Oh fuck, sorry.”
Evelyn licked her lips, then followed, drawing her tongue up the underside, slow and sure. She tasted me, then kissed the head, sharing it with Linda, who let out a shaky laugh and dove back in.
I ran my hands over their hair, fingers slipping through the strands, then down the length of their necks. I caressed their shoulders, learning the difference in texture and tension: Linda’s was softer, her whole body vibrating, Evelyn’s firmer, more still.
They sucked me together, taking turns, sometimes both at once, their tongues meeting and overlapping on the shaft. The pleasure ran up my legs and into my stomach, my balls tight and hot.
I wanted to draw it out, but the sight and sensation were too much. I pulled back.
“On the bed,” I said. My voice was rough, almost unrecognizable.
Linda laughed. “Yes, sir.”
They got up and climbed onto the mattress. The sheets were ice-cold at first, but our combined heat warmed them fast. I joined them, settling between the two, one arm around each.
They made out, tongues and mouths and hands everywhere, their bodies pressed so close I could barely slide my own hand between.
I watched them for a minute, then reached for Linda’s breasts, squeezing them gently, rolling the nipples between my fingers.
She moaned into Evelyn’s mouth, the sound high and immediate.
Evelyn reached for my cock and guided it to Linda’s thigh, pressing it between her legs. Linda arched her back, her pussy slick and open, the hair at the mound wet with her excitement. She wrapped her arms around me and pulled, her thighs parting in a silent invitation.
I moved down and licked her, spreading her lips with my tongue and finding the hard nub of her clit. She gasped and bucked, her hands in my hair, grinding against me.
Evelyn scooted up and straddled Linda’s chest, her pussy right in Linda’s face. Linda wasted no time, pulling her down and lapping at her, her tongue working in small, rapid circles. Evelyn’s head fell back, her hands on Linda’s shoulders, her breaths quick and rough.
I took the opportunity to fuck Linda with my fingers, two at first, then three. She sucked at Evelyn’s clit, then whimpered and dug her heels into the sheets.
When she was close, I lined up my cock and slid it into her. The head parted her easily, the first thrust gliding in half the length. Linda yelped, then exhaled a long, shaky “ohhhh fuck” as I bottomed out.
The sheets caught every movement, smooth and almost frictionless under us. My hips pressed into hers, my cock deep inside, the heat of her gripping me with every clench. She reached down and held my ass, urging me to go harder.
Evelyn kept her place on Linda’s face, grinding down, but turned to watch, her eyes black in the lantern light. “Oh, yes, like that!”
Linda muttered low words I couldn’t catch, then squealed between Evelyn’s legs, and the brunette answered with a laugh-filled moan.
I fucked Linda slow at first, then faster, the sound of it wet and explicit in the small room. I leaned forward to kiss Evelyn’s neck, reaching around to cup one of her perky little breasts, squeezing the nipple between two fingers.
Linda responded with animal energy, wrapping her legs around me, her nails scraping Evelyn’s back, her pussy pulsing with every thrust.
Evelyn shifted, leaned back, and turned her head to kiss me. She tasted like mint toothpaste. One hand stroked my hair, while the other covered my hand over her breast, encouraging everything I was doing.
She leaned back further, enough so I could take a nipple into my mouth. I licked and bit them, exploring their texture and taste. Linda squealed under me, then shuddered, her body tensing. “I’m, oh fuck, I’m coming—”
She came hard, her pussy clenching around me. I let go, barely keeping control. My own orgasm built, but I held it back, wanting to last, wanting to see Evelyn’s face when it hit.
Linda whimpered through the aftershocks, then went limp. “Oh my god,” she said, laughing breathlessly. “Wow. Shit.”
Evelyn moved in and pulled me up until I was lying flat on my back, giving Linda a chance to kiss me.
She straddled me, guiding my cock to her entrance.
She was wetter than Linda, her pussy dripping, and she sank down with a single slow motion, swallowing me whole.
She rode me, her hands on my chest, her thighs bracketing my hips, the rest of her relaxed and in control.
She rode me hard, letting her body set the pace, her breasts bouncing with each thrust. She kept her eyes on mine, unblinking, and I could see every flicker of sensation pass across her face: the pleasure, the focus, the pure, clean want.
“James,” she said, her voice like a growl. “God, you feel so good.”
I bucked up, meeting her, feeling the heat rising. Linda kissed her, then moved down and licked the place where we joined, tasting our combined wetness. She moaned and shivered as she did it.
“Fuck, that’s hot,” I said before thinking. It was, and I wanted to see more of it.
Evelyn came with a low, continuous groan, her pussy spasming around my cock, milking it.
That was enough. I grabbed her hips, thrust up, and came hard, the orgasm blinding.
My balls emptied, sending pulses of my seed deep inside her.
I felt every second of it, every flicker of their reactions echoing through my empathy and back.
Afterward, Evelyn collapsed forward, laying her cheek on my shoulder. Linda curled around her, both of them tangling their legs with mine. The air in the room felt electric, every sound sharp: the hiss of the lantern, the distant caw of a gull, the breathing of three bodies coming back to earth.
Evelyn’s hand found Linda’s, and they held it tight between them, even as they steadied their breathing.
I watched them settle, their chests rising and falling in rhythm.
Linda’s head found a pillow of Evelyn’s upper arm.
Evelyn curled her free hand against my ribs.
Their skin was sticky with sweat and sex, and the scent of it layered over the salt air from the window.
I closed my eyes and let the feeling of them wash over me. My pulse slowed. The lantern burned lower. The sound of the channel outside rose and fell, the steady tide never stopping.
I breathed, then opened my eyes. They were kissing, both with eyes filled with satisfaction and desire for each other and for me.
I knew we weren’t done, so when Evelyn climbed off, and Linda immediately wrapped her lips around my cock, sucking it clean and hard again, Evelyn kissed me, then whispered in my ear, “Can you go again?”
I nodded and looked down to see Linda stroking my shaft while sucking on my balls.