Between the Sheets

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My self-appointed editor commented discreetly today that up till now my story has been a good telling of events, without a lot of emotion behind it. The million-dollar question was what was I thinking and feeling? Was it just “sport fucking” or was there a greater connection within the group or between me and certain individuals?

In large part, this event was orchestrated not to carry the emotional weight of other encounters that J and I have had. We did not know our partners that well (unusual for us). We wanted rather to focus on the true intent of Global Orgasm Day (G.O.D.), which is the “huge influx of physical, mental and spiritual energy with conscious peaceful intent will not only show up on Princeton’s REGs, but will have profound positive effects that will change the violent state of the human world.”

Secondly, it is my preference in scenarios such as this not to draw an emotional roadmap for my readers. I assume that you are quick enough to infer a connection between Nate and I. If I do not mention an intellectual bond it’s because I cannot speak on French literature and Greek philosophy while sucking his cock. I have many talents, but expounding the 21st century interpretations of Plato’s Cave while servicing two men just isn’t a hobby of mine.

Fortunately, J and I seduced Nate into staying when all others left. J saw quickly the bond I was creating with Nate and wanted to seize the chance to bring another trusted male into our bed–an anniversary present to me, J later said.

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I couldn’t have planned my first encounter of the evening more perfectly. I wanted to be with Nate first. A part of me wished J would come up behind me as I sucked Nate’s cock, spurring on my appetite for this new lover. But, he didn’t. He was focused completely on Jean, with good reason. As I turned from finishing Nate, Jean was bouncing atop J’s cock with the enthusiasm of a sorority girl.

Rich kept fucking Kim from behind until he and she both came. Rich whispered something to Kim that made her giggle. Jean reached for her hand and helped her sit atop J’s face. It was his good fortune to drink of her after Rich was finished. And, in truth, Jean and Rich navigated the transition so completely that you would think they had discussed it beforehand. It was fluid and J was completely enthralled.

Nate cleaned up and came back to the sofa. I had taken a seat there in the middle, fingers deep in my clit and pussy watching J please both women. Jean had begun kissing at Kim’s back, neck and shoulders. I was prepared to get up and join them, just to kiss Jean’s flawless skin…

Rich came back to the couch with Nate. They each sat on either side of me. Both were spent, but still eager to please. Nate moved to sit at my feet, but I nudged him upward to stay near me instead. It was more intimate not to suck and tease at my clit, but to kiss me. I wanted that intimacy from Nate.

Rich smiled and subserviently found a place between my knees that he could begin his artful rubbing and sucking me to orgasm. I reached the first of many orgasms that night with the two of them.

Later I was the beguiling stimulant atop Jackie as she was fucked by J. Not only did I get my wish of being close by while it happened. I was in the midst of the two of them at one point, kissed by both and rubbed to an orgasm by J as he fucked Jackie.

I lost touch with Matt during the evening, after stealing Jackie from him. He lingered nearby playing with Kim until he could have her again. They left relatively early in the evening together. An email from them yesterday said, “Merry Christmas. We just surfaced from an entire 36 hours in bed together.” Lola the Shadchan…who would have thought!

We said goodbye to the rest of the guests sometime after midnight. I went to the bathroom to freshen up as J helped Nate find his clothing, keys and coat. I begin reliving my encounters with Nate, hoping that they wouldn’t be too foggy in my recollection by the time I had the chance to write them down. I could still feel his touch, marveling at his ability to find the most arousing places on my body. When I came back to the bedroom, Nate was in bed.

I’d like to say that I didn’t stand there with my mouth agape for a moment, but I’m sure that’s not true. Luckily, I pulled it together quickly with a bit of sarcasm. “Too tired to drive home, sexy?”

“No, babe. I was invited.”

“Oh–”

“Is that ok, my love?” J whispered, standing at my back.

I turned to him for a moment, ignoring Nate completely. “Yes. I love you.”

“It looks like your writing will have to wait until tomorrow, my little vixen. Let’s go to sleep.”

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