They looked hot

Monica wasn’t lying about being patient. It took forever for them to get ready. I did my best distracting myself. Finally I heard my girlfriend ask, “Worth the wait?”

Monica’s brunette hair came down in wavy curls. Her makeup was done in a way that can only be described as ‘slutty’. She wore a tight black and white dress that hugged her body and really accentuated her curves. I could see her nipples press against the fabric and I knew she wasn’t wearing a bra underneath. The dress was so short and showed off her thick thighs. I had a feeling I’d be seeing her underwear a lot that night.

Carrie was dressed more conservatively but still sexier than I expected. She wore a dark shade of lipstick which made me stare at her mouth. Made me think of things she could do with that mouth. She wore a black band T-shirt that had strips cut across the top to show off her large cleavage. I could even spy her black bra under her shirt. On her legs, she would tight jeans that really hugged her big ass.

I was almost speechless but finally said, “You both look fucking hot!”

Carrie smiled at the attention and the compliment. She was warming up to me. And I was getting warm looking at her.

We got the venue and started pre-gaming in the parking lot. Carrie smiled again when I handed her a drink. She touched my arm and said, “We’re all dressed up for this concert, and you’re just in a T-shirt. The least you can do is tear off your sleeves. Monica cut up my shirt to show off my boobs.”

“Oh so I have her to thank for the view,” I teased. Then I took off my shirt, ripped off the sleeves and put it back on.

Monica cheered and rubbed my arms. “I love his arms so much. Here feel them.” She took her friend’s hand and rubbed on my arm. Carrie giggled and pulled away.

She said, “You are much more attractive than Monica’s previous boyfriends. You better be treating her right.”

“Oh he is,” Monica purred. “Especially in bed.”

Carrie laughed, and swatted at her friend, “You’re so bad! Don’t make me feel like a third wheel tonight.”

Monica responded, “No way! We’re a throuple tonight!”

“Throuple?” Carrie asked.

“Yeah like a couple but three people,” Monica clarified.

“Don’t worry. I won’t let you feel left out.” I said.

After drinking in the parking lot, we feeling walked up the concourse to walk into the venue. Which is amazing by the way. Carrie just stood at the top of the venue and looked down at the stage and then out to the city in the distance. She gasped, “This is breathtaking.”

I put a hand around her waist, and said, “No. you’re breathtaking tonight.” I looked down at her, and she looked up at me with her blue eyes: full of innocence but beginning to fill with a drunken desire.

The show was some EDM act, whose name I can’t recall. Lots of bass, bright lights and flying glow sticks. We danced in the aisles. I took turns giving attention to both ladies. Sometimes other men would try to flirt with them, but they would be brushed off easily.

I couldn’t blame them. Anytime Monica bent over, her ass cheeks would hang out and you could see her lacy black underwear. Which I took advantage of and rubbed her warm pussy through as we danced. She was so turned on.

What surprised me was how much Carrie got into it. I think she realized she knew nobody there, and didn’t have to care what they thought. She danced so provocatively with me, grinding her big ass back into me. I thought I was going to get a boner.

One time when I was sitting down, she straddled me and then leaned forward making me motorboat her giant tits. She was letting going and having a great time. I’m sure the amount of **** we consumed didn’t hurt either.

I recommended we leave early so we didn’t have to wait forever for a cab. We all scrunched in the backseat: me in the middle. I watched both their large chests rise and fall as they caught their breaths.

Carrie said, “This was so much fun! Thanks for inviting me!”

“The night isn’t over yet,” Monica said. She grabbed my face and then pulled me into a deep sensuous kiss with lots of sloppy tongue.

Carrie watched, and said a little disappointingly, “That looked like fun.”

I turned my head to Carrie. I stared at her dark lips. I tilted my head and leaned forward, my lips partly open. Carrie leaned forward with an open mouth too and met me for the kiss. It was slow and slow, and she didn’t put her tongue into my mouth until I combed a hair into her blonde hair.

Monica yelled, “Wheew!” Cheering us on.

I broke the kiss and looked down at Carrie’s slow dark lips again. She whispered the word, “Breathtaking.”

I sat back up into my seat, and put a hand on each of their thighs. With such easy access, my thumbs rubbed against Monica’s little black panties. I squeezed Carries thick thigh through her jeans. She took my hand and pressed it up against her crotch. The look in her face told me exactly what she wanted.

We finally got out of the cab at my apartment. We managed to keep all our clothes on somehow. The sexual tension was thick between us. Before going into the apartment, I kissed each of them again. One in each arm.

Monica asked her innocent blond best friend, “Would you like to share my man with me tonight?”