19. Benjamin
BENJAMIN
“I thought I was too full, but I can’t stop,” Abby tells Dash as she leans forward from where she’s sitting in Kane’s lap and takes the toasted marshmallow from between Dash's fingers.
“Oh, you’ll always be perfectly filled up around us, Lollipop,” Kane quips.
Abby giggles as she swallows the marshmallow. “Kane,” she says in the sweet little half-shocked-and-half-turned-on way she seems to often respond to him.
He laughs, obviously pleased to have scandalized our girl.
I shift on my chair across the fire pit from them. Dash dragged his chair right next to Kane’s when Kane pulled Abby into his lap as we settled around with drinks and ingredients for s’mores.
The two of them have hardly stopped touching her all day.
Not that I blame them. Or that I’ve been much better.
There have been plenty of public displays of affection, and our clearly touch-starved girl has absorbed all of them like a flower being watered for the first time in maybe ever.
She’s blossoming right in front of us. She’s smiling more easily, talking more, and her face is relaxed. I swear she’s even walking with a more upright posture.
Maybe it’s my imagination.
But Abby seems healthier and happier when she’s with us.
I grip the arms of the chair.
I want that. And I want her to see it. To feel it. To recognize it.
I know that she’s telling herself she needs to go back to her apartment by herself tomorrow. She needs to feel some independence. She, for some reason, needs to prove to herself—or to someone—that she can take care of herself.
I assume it comes from her illness as a child and her overprotective parents.
Maybe she felt smothered, maybe she felt overwhelmed. Or maybe she felt guilty.
Whatever it is, Dash, Kane, and I have to show her that we want her here, that we want to take care of her. More, taking care of her makes us better. Having her here and having her bring out the best in each of us is good for us too. I need her to know that.
She’s no burden. In fact, she’s becoming a necessity.
I think I know what needs to happen tonight.
We had such a great day, and it felt like a huge bonding moment for us to spend time together that wasn’t sexual, that wasn’t focused on getting her necessities like a new apartment, and was just fun, frivolous, happy. And in public.
I have to admit that I was pleasantly surprised by how easily Abby accepted being seen with the three of us, not worrying about what other people would think as we all took turns walking with her, holding hands, kissing her, or acting very much like a boyfriend.
If anyone was paying attention, and they might not have been, it would’ve been quite obvious that all three of us are more than just friends to Abby.
But she seemed completely comfortable.
Like right now. She is sitting on Kane's lap with a blanket draped over the two of them. One of Kane's hands is on top of the blanket, and he’s lifting her water bottle to her lips for her to take a drink. But there’s no missing that he’s fingering her under that blanket with Dash and I sitting right here.
And even with the blanket covering them, she’s not trying to stop him.
In fact, if I can hear her little gasp, then moan from across the fire pit, I am a certain Dash can.
I watch as he shifts in his chair, leaning closer.
“Take the blanket off, Dash,” I finally say.
We’ve already played with her together. We spent the day with her together, and she was completely comfortable. She knows she can stop us at any time.
It’s time to take this next step.
And I’m very aware that I am the best one to take charge of this situation and push us all to this next level.
Kane and Abby freeze for a moment. Dash looks over at me.
“If you’re going to finger fuck our girl while I’m sitting right here, Dash and I get to at least get to watch,” I say.
Abby sucks in a little breath.
Dash looks at Kane and Abby quickly.
Kane’s mouth is right by Abby’s ear. “He has a point. I’m being a little selfish. I’m working on myself, so I really should share.”
I watch the blanket ripple as he obviously moves his hand again.
Her head falls back against his shoulder.
“What do you think, Lollipop?” he asks.
She nods. “Yes.”
Dash quickly reaches out and grabs the blanket, pulling it away from them.
As predicted, Kane’s hand is tucked completely inside Abby’s leggings.
When we got home, everyone changed into more comfortable clothes before dinner. She is wearing leggings, one of her oversized sweatshirts, and fuzzy socks. Her hair is up in a messy bun, and she looks relaxed and casual, like she’s settled in for the night at home.
I want this to be her home. I want her to be relaxed here.
I also want her to feel very well loved.
And she needs to be very well fucked here.
“Let’s get these off of you. We’ll keep you warm,” Kane says, shifting slightly.
“No,” I say shortly. I know he was about to help her take her pants off, but I don’t want him to move his hand.
“Keep your fingers exactly where they are,” I tell him. “Dash, take her pants off.”
“Happy to help,” Dash says, moving to kneel in front of her and reaching for the tops of her pants.
He blocks my view for a moment, but it’s worth it because when he stands again, Abby is naked from the waist down, her legs spread on either side of Kane's knees, his hand cupping her, one finger obviously buried deep in her pussy.
“Oh my God,” she moans softly.
Kane moves his finger in and out. “How’s the view?” he asks me.
“Absolutely gorgeous,” I say, trying to keep my cool and stay in my seat so I can direct what’s going to happen between the four of us.
This first time with us together is important. I want it to be amazing for her, and I know exactly what each of us needs.
I need to be in control of this. That’s where I am happiest, and I know these three trust me and are happy when I take charge and lead us all.
Kane needs to be sure that Abby is engaged the entire time, having fun, and getting the ultimate pleasure out of everything we do.
And Dash will want to be sure that she is well cared for, feeling loved, and safe the entire time.
Having them here with me doing this is freeing.
I can be commanding, dominating even, with sweet Abby because I know these two will take care of her in ways I might not be as good at or might skip past. Not because I don’t care but simply because it’s not as natural.
With them here, she will have absolutely everything she needs.
“Are you warm enough, sweet girl?” Dash asks, cupping her cheek.
It’s such a sweet gesture, considering the rest of what’s going on. Kane’s finger is moving deeper and faster now. He adds a thumb, strumming over her clit, and Abby’s hands are gripping the arms of the chair.
“So hot,” she manages.
“Let’s get you out of the sweatshirt,” Dash says, practically reading my mind.
She leans forward obediently, and Dash quickly strips the sweatshirt over her head, revealing that she is not wearing a bra underneath.
He cups her breast, playing with her nipple as she slumps back against Kane’s chest.
“Tell us if you get cold,” Dash tells her gruffly.
She simply nods.
“Abby,” I say.
Her eyes fly open and find mine across the fire.
“We’re all going to fuck you tonight. Together. Okay?”
She doesn’t seem surprised, and she wets her lips before nodding. “Very okay.”
“That’s a good girl,” I tell her.
Kane groans. “She likes that. She loves when you praise her.”
“I’m glad. There’s so much to praise her for.” I grip the chair's arms tighter. “She is so sweet, so gorgeous, so smart and clever and creative.”
Kane’s hand is moving faster now. “Keep going,” he encourages. “Our girl is so wet for your words.”
“You know all of that though,” I tell her.
I love watching Kane pleasure her, but watching her face is even better.
She’s so beautiful when she lets herself go, lets the pleasure take over.
“You know that you are our dream girl. Having you here with us makes all of us so fucking happy. Your laughter, your smiles, taking care of you, makes all of us better.” I shift to lean forward in my chair, resting my forearms on my thighs.
I can see her body tensing and hope that she’s getting close to climax.
“You’re making all of us so hard, sweet girl. None of us has ever wanted anyone like we want you. We want to give you so much pleasure. Being here like this with you is a fantasy come true.”
Then she does exactly what I’m hoping for. She looks up at Dash.
“That’s right,” I say. “Dash is hard as a rock, and it’s all for you. He’s holding back because we all want you to have what you need. But if you want something from Dash, just say so.”
She wets her lips and just says his name. “Dash.”
“Do you want his cock, pretty girl?” I ask. “Do you want to touch that big cock that you’ve made so hard?”
She wets her lips again and nods.
Dash’s groan is deep and long.
“Give our girl what she wants,” I tell him.
Just like Abby dressed down for dinner, all of us put on sweatpants or joggers. Dash is wearing gray sweatpants that do nothing to hide the enormous bulge Abby has created.
She reaches up with one hand for the front of his sweats, and he helps her by moving the material down out of the way. It seems that my friend decided to go sans underwear. His gigantic dick springs free, and Abby wraps one small hand around it as he growls.
“Fuck,” Kane mutters.
“Stroke him, Abby,” I direct.
“Oh, yeah that makes her clench hard,” Kane informs us.
“That’s a good dirty girl,” I say.
Abby strokes him several times, her pace seeming to increase as Kane's rhythm speeds up between her legs.
“Absolute dream,” I tell her. “Do you have any idea how hot you are? How much we all want you? You’re ruining us for everyone else.”
And that’s what sends her over the edge. She cries out, squeezing Dash as her thighs clamp down on Kane’s hand, her neck arches against his shoulder, and her sweet voice cries out, “Oh, oh my God!”