SSS 2 - Benevolent

You smile and Lindsay and beckon.

“Come, child,” you say warmly.

“You mean in there?” she asks uncertainly, using her hands to cover herself. “It’s a little tight.”

You reach out and grab her hand, pulling her into the shower.

“Oh gosh,” she says, blushing as she finds herself between you and Sal. You’re in her face and her back is pressed against Sal’s front. You have to appreciate her cuteness up close like this when she’s acting so shy.

“You said you wanted to participate,” you tell her, placing your hands on her hips and squeezing up against her.

“Yeah, but I thought that would be like, uh, me sitting in the chair by the bed while you guys do it or something,” she says nervously.

Sal’s hands wiggle between your bodies. She grabs a double handful of Lindsay’s boobs.

“Is that what you’re into? What is that kind of fantasy called?” she asks playfully, blowing in Lindsay’s ear. Lindsay squeaks.

“Don’t say that word,” you warn Sal.

“This is really tight. Lots of skin,” Lindsay notes, shifting nervously. “Ow!”

Sal is leaving a hickey on Linday’s neck.

“Sal. Sal,” you say. Sal stops and looks up. You lean in and kiss her deeply. When you break that off, Lindsay’s red and short of breath.

“Is this where you kiss me?” she asks shakily.

“Sure,” you say, coming in slowly as though for her lips. She tenses, but you divert and go to town on her neck.

“Oh, Jesus. Oh fuck,” she says, putting her hands on your body to hold on. She twitches as Sal pinches her nips.

You look her in the eyes, and she’s panting. You kiss her without warning, for real this time. After a stiff, awkward moment, she accepts your tongue into her mouth, and her whole body seems to soften. You give her your best until you feel a tug on your hair. You break the kiss and look away from Lindsay’s breathless face to see Sal.

“Is this me getting cucked?” Sal asks, squeezing Lindsay’s breasts. Lindsay shivers.

“Sure,” you say, caressing Lindsay’s face. “I mean, I guess.”

“OK, cool.”

“Kiss her,” you say, using your finger to tilt Lindsay’s face toward Sal. Sal hesitates. She and Lindsay exchange a look, and through her embarrassed excitement, Lindsay almost laughs.

“Nope,” Sal says.

“Nope,” Lindsay agrees right away, giggling.

“Pussy,” you say, reaching past Lindsay to pinch Sal’s hip.

“Whatever,” Sal replies.

“So this is that,” you tell her. “That word. This is that, happening to you.” You sink to your knees.

“Oh boy,” Lindsay says shakily as you look up at her.

“Oh no, don’t cuck me,” Sal says, rolling her eyes, but you can tell that she’s not quite as chill as she’s acting.

You consider what’s directly in front of you. Sal isn’t the only one acting cool. You have some experience, of course, but even you don’t meet unfamiliar vaginas up close every day. Lindsay keeps her chestnut-brown bush tidily and hygienically short, but she doesn’t landscape like Sal does. Her puffy mound’s lips are thin and pink. You can just see her tiny clit poking out.

“OK, do you have to look like that?” she asks, sounding panicked.

In response, you lift her right leg and rest it on your shoulder.

“Oh Jesus,” she says, and her left leg wobbles.

“I’ve got you,” Sal assures her, massaging her breasts.

“Oh my god.”

She’s sensitive. You have to steady her hips with your hands once you start to use your mouth, even just teasing, because she wiggles around so much. The shower drowns out her ****, hissing breaths as you tickle between her legs with your tongue, but the way her belly moves gives away the ragged way that she is breathing.

You touch her with your fingers, then slide your middle one inside, then slowly and firmly lick right up across her clit. She cries out and shakes.

You stand back up and shut her up with a kiss, this time with all the tongue. She takes it hungrily and looks at you with lusty need when you stop.

“You want to join CCL?” you ask her, nuzzling her face as she whimpers. “You want to come over sometime? And party with us?”

“OK,” she gasps desperately.

You kiss her neck. “You want me to get you off?”

“Yes!”

“Ask nicely.”

“Please,” she gasps.

You reach between her legs and kiss her hard, thrusting two fingers deep inside her. You push with your wrist so she can hump her clit against your palm. There’s a sexy symmetry in the noises she makes, the behavior of her tongue, and the feel of her walls squeezing you as she cums.

Lindsay sags back against Sal, who looks shaken. Maybe she found her best friend’s orgasm a little hotter than she expected. The experience of turning off the shower and helping Lindsay back into the room is almost awkward.

Dripping, you and Sal gaze at Lindsay lying on the bedspread, damp, breathing hard, and looking conflicted. Half of her seems euphoric and the other seems alarmed. Maybe she had a little more fun than she expected.

You look over at Sal, and you understand. You remember the first time you had sex with Colby. It was a… weird dynamic. Not bad. Just different.

Tease Sal?

Or reassure her with affection?