12. Sloane
Sloane
Slick Love is in full swing and I am beaming from ear to ear. I don’t feel an ounce of guilt that I’m standing off to the side with Jessie and Lotus, taking it all in. I’ll let the boys find me when I’m good and ready.
“This is going so well!” I whisper to the girls.
“This is such a special venue for Slick Love,” says Lotus with a gracious smile. “It’s got the perfect welcoming energy.”
“I know I took a bit of convincing, but I get it now,” concedes Jessie as we watch people explore themselves and their neighbours in the oil. We’re the only three who aren’t currently blindfolded and slippery. “This is actually something special.”
It really does have a beautiful sensual quality.
There is no predatory intent, no ulterior motives, just people swimming and swooshing through the warm oil as they stroke and rub one another.
It’s the perfect hippy activity, even though your average close-minded person might not see the appeal.
Every time I’ve ever described it, people look at me like I’ve just suggested they stick a pineapple up their ass – but witnessing the shared vulnerability and openness of the group makes it remarkable.
I cast my eyes over to Freddie and Cole, who are the only ones who look remotely awkward in the pile of naked limbs. I have to stifle a laugh as I watch them repeatedly slide into one another, each one sporting an erection, and clearly unsure how to navigate their naked proximity.
I thought this would be a good test run for them.
Threesomes obviously don’t need to involve all parties being attracted to one another, but you do need to be comfortable around each other intimately.
Freddie appears to be copping a feel of Cole’s abs, and I can’t help but laugh to myself as they struggle.
It’s then that Freddie manages to sit up and tugs his blindfold up a bit.
He locks eyes with me across the pile of people.
Uh oh . Busted.
His mouth drops open in outrage and I shrug.
His eyes narrow and I give him an angelic smile.
Feeling charitable, I choose this exact moment to slip off my robe – giving a cheery salute to Jessie and Lotus before I manoeuvre around the edge of the tarp, heading in Freddie’s direction.
I keep an arm across my chest in a mocking attempt at modesty as Freddie’s jaw drops to the floor.
“Blindfold back on, Freddie Lane. Be a good boy,” I whisper, as his eyes devour me whole. He grunts, then slips it back over his eyes before lying back down next to Cole, muttering something I can’t make out. I don’t bother with a blindfold – I’m enjoying watching them far too much.
Sliding down onto the tarp between them, I reach down to grasp each of their hands, interlocking my fingers with theirs.
“Hello, boys,” I whisper as Freddie groans next to me.
“Can I touch you, princess?” he says softly.
“Touch is what this whole event is about, pretty boy. You can touch me anywhere.”
He doesn’t need telling twice, and I close my eyes as a confident hand finds my hip.
I shiver under his touch as he explores.
His fingertips are soft but deliberate, as if he’s mapping my skin and learning me by touch alone.
My breath hitches as he skims the underside of my boob before he crests over the rosy bud on top. He stops dead.
“Is that… a nipple piercing?” he hisses.
“Yup,” I reply.
His subsequent, “Fuck,” comes out on a breathy exhale.
Meanwhile, Cole is gripping my hand as if he’ll never let go, but he’s not touching me otherwise. Looks like I’ll have to coax him out a bit. I twist my body slightly, sliding into him and running a hand up his slick abs. He shudders under my touch, and the ghost of a smile touches his lips.
“You ok in there, handsome?” I whisper. He murmurs something affirmative in reply as my hand continues trailing over his abdomen. He gasps softly as I reach his crotch, but I skirt round his cock and smooth a palm down his thigh. “Is this ok?”
“More than ok,” he whispers back, his stomach tensing as I drag my fingernails back over his skin.
He turns onto his side, sliding slightly, and I turn onto mine so we’re facing each other.
They still have their blindfolds on, and I enjoy seeing his expression shift the moment he decides to touch me back.
His hand lands on my shoulder, sweeping down my arm and finding my hand again.
He lifts it, unfurls my fingers, and kisses my palm.
It’s a move that’s so tender, so surprising, that I hold my breath for a moment.
He keeps my hand close, and I feel him smile against my skin, before he lays it between us and traces his way back up my arm.
Freddie, meanwhile, has also rolled onto his side and has wasted no time in spooning me, his hard on pressing into my coccyx.
He’s making broad strokes down my side, fingertips finding the softness of my belly as he makes little noises of appreciation.
I reach around behind and find a solid handful of well-muscled ass.
“Remind me again why penetration isn’t allowed?” he groans softly, as I knead his muscles. Freddie must spend a LOT of time in the gym – he’s all hard lines and toned muscle.
“Behave,” I whisper back. “Jesus, do you even have an ounce of body fat?” I ask over my shoulder.
“Feel something you like?” he replies, and I can hear the smile in his voice.
“Shhh!” comes a voice from a few bodies away, and I roll my eyes.
“Just tell me you still eat carbs,” I whisper.
“Oh, he does,” adds Cole, voice low. “You should see the number of potatoes he puts away when his mum does a Sunday roast.”
I smile, looking between the two of them. I can’t deny that being sandwiched between them both while naked and oily is rather a lot of fun – even if I’m starting to feel like I’m being edged by my own design.
It’s then that Freddie and Cole’s hands collide on my side. There’s a pause, and then I feel Freddie’s hand guide Cole’s down to my nipples. Cole has a similar reaction to the piercings – he stops, feels my left nipple again, and then mutters, “Fuck,” under his breath.
“I know, right?” Freddie whispers.
The feeling of them both on my tits is too good to pass up.
I turn onto my back, luxuriating in the feeling of being surrounded by Freddie and Cole.
Freddie’s shorter, broader, and more stacked – with that stupid fuckboy haircut I can’t seem to resist: short on the sides with long, sexy curls on the top.
Cole’s taller, slimmer, and less cut, with dirty blond hair that’s currently sticking up all over the place. They’re a beautiful pair.
As if they’re coordinating, they worship my tits in unison – massaging and pinching and rolling while I squirm, my breath repeatedly catching as the piercings work their magic.
Little pings of electricity are firing under my skin, and I suddenly hate myself for getting naked with them in a context where we can’t easily take things further.
“I’d give anything to have these in my mouth right now,” Cole whispers in my ear, as he tugs lightly on the metal bar. I actually feel myself get wetter as he says it. “I want to worship you with my mouth, my tongue, my fingers.”
“Fucking hell, Cole,” Freddie mutters.
“I want that,” I reply on a breathy exhale, as Cole’s fingertips move south, coasting over my stomach.
“Are you wet, firecracker?” he whispers, his fingers just inches from my pussy.
“You’d have to find out for yourself, but it’s technically against the rules.”
“Fuck the rules,” he says, and he strokes a deliberate – if all too fleeting – finger straight through my core.
“Shit!” I gasp, as my whole body convulses.
“Such a dark horse,” comes Freddie’s voice as his fingers follow Cole’s.
My hips buck involuntarily. “Jesus fucking Christ, princess.” I squeeze my thighs shut, because if I let them bend the rules any further, Lotus and Jessie are going to kick me out.
And as much as I’d like to hit the playrooms and fuck the boys senseless, I actually really like them.
Which means for once in my life, I want to take things a little slower.
“Behave, you two. This is about sensual connection , not foreplay.”
What a fucking liar. This is 100% foreplay – maybe the most fun foreplay I’ve ever experienced. But I’m sick of being the novelty. If these two are into me, then they’re sure as hell going to work for it.
Goodbye, unicorn days. I’m in my princess era now.