Involves himself a little

Connor shuffled up the bed until he could kiss Alison. He was soft at first, brushing his lips against hers, and withdrawing when Alison kissed back passionately, moaning and trying to thrust her tongue back into his mouth. He was very aware that Joan was watching them intently from between Alison's legs, her face only a few feet from their kiss. Connor almost held his breath as he examined Joan's expression. She approved, he realised, and then Connor immediately felt he was fooling himself and had to check again. Yet there it was, an encouraging smile for him to keep fooling around. With another girl, right in front of her. No wonder Connor had trouble believing it.

"That's right." said Joan softly, as though she was reading his mind, "He kisses pretty well. Considering how little we've done it."

Joan's approval, not to mention the clear lust in both girls, set something off inside Connor. He pulled away from Alison, lightly biting her lower lip and letting it drag through his teeth as he did so. Then he grabbed Joan's hair, already in a mussed state from their earlier play, and pulled her in for another lip-locked exchange of tongues. It was almost certainly the most intense making out of Connor's life. His heart was pounding and he could feel blood rushing around his body, not just into his hard on but filling every muscle with energy and tension.

"Get back to work on her. Show me what she looks like when she comes." growled Connor. He almost threw Joan back onto Alison's body, her head cushioned by her blonde friend's bountiful chest. She didn't seem to complain though, smiling up at them both as she snaked one slim arm between Alison's dampened thighs.

Alison grunted at the touch, and Connor moved to silence her with more kissing. It wasn't that successful though - every time the brunette did something effective it prompted a moan or a squeal. Connor moved his hands down to play with her plump tits, only to realise that Joan was there too. One nipple in her mouth, the other rolled back and forth in her fingers. Connor shrugged and cradled Alison's head instead as he kissed up and down the side of her throat. Then her orgasm began to crash through her in a swelling wave. She writhed and for a few beautiful seconds Connor was almost holding her shoulders down as she shook her head and bucked her hips against Joan's fingers. The bedroom, and probably the house, filled with her screams, even as Connor tried to silence her with his own mouth.

Finally, she calmed down, and scooted away from Joan, covering her over-sensitive nipples and cunt from further attention.

"Wow..." she giggled, "That was amazing. Thanks, Joan. And Connor too. So much."

Connor and Joan and Alison all smiled at each other for a long minute, and Joan crawled into her boyfriends arms and pulled them around her chest like a comforting blanket. Connor was suddenly conscious that Alison might want some snuggling too, and stretched out an arm to her.

"No, not yet. Literally too hot!" said Alison and set them all giggling again. After they'd rested a little, with Connor kissing and nuzzling at his girlfriend's neck and ears through her soft hair, enjoying their naked comfort in each other's arms, Connor lifted his head and asked,

"So, what now? I think you deserve a reward for that."