WARNING: This story has elements of non-consent and trickery, though this all becomes a non-issue before the end.
There were the three of us at my place that evening.
First was Sara, my stunning lesbian friend. We had only known each other for a few months but we had become very close, even sharing a bed on more than one occasion, though she was not interested in men. She felt safe in my presence, even though I fancied her and she knew it. She was great fun, always trying to help people but often with a sense of mischief.
Then there was JC, my oldest and closest friend. He was always reliable company, calm and open minded. I felt comfortable around him; he once confessed to me he had occasional bisexual thoughts and was relieved when I told him I wasn’t at all offended but genuinely accepting.
The evening was Sara’s idea, she suggested we entertain JC as he was feeling down and needed a change of scenery.
We were sitting on the sofa drinking and chatting animatedly with the TV on as background noise.
Sara winked at me suggestively. I had no idea why tonight she would play games but I was infatuated so
I leaned in close to kiss her; she pulled me closer still, giggling but turning her head and allowing me only to peck her cheek. We laughed at the absurdity of it, and she held me against her, her hair tickling my face a little. I breathed in her perfume, her warmth, feeling content.
JC announced he was going to fetch us all some more drinks. “Yes”, Sara agreed, catching JC’s eye , “it’s probably time for a change”. The two of them chuckled at something I was oblivious to, lost in my fantasy.
Her arm snaked down my side, onto my leg, then lightly raked her nails up my thigh. My eyes widened instinctively and I felt a twitch in my pants, smiling to myself at the thought of her touching me. Crazy idea, maybe today she’d finally fuck me!
I moaned softly, shifted my weight slightly, optimistically, to give her better access to my fly.
Meanwhile JC returned with our drinks, stopped in his tracks and exclaimed, amused, at the sight of us in a semi embrace.
“Oh! Don’t mind me!” he said with a snort of sarcasm. I winked gleefully at JC, my mouth open in comic surprise.
Sara threw her head back and laughed, throwing him a conspiratorial look and pulled him back to the sofa, then she turned my head back to face hers.
I heard JC fumble for the remote control and click a button, the TV noise changed in the background.
Aware of his presence but drunk and bold enough to ignore him anyway, I tried to pull Sara’s hand onto my by now full hard on. She resisted in a kind way, pretending instead that I wanted her hand on my tummy.
She continued to playfully tease me; she rested her forehead on mine, beamed a smile with a mischievous sparkle in her eye.
She touched my eyes to close them, feigning the lightest of kisses on my lips, then ran her warm hand back down my body, then across to lift up my t-shirt, rubbing my skin gently. She let my t-shirt fall, exposing my tummy, then continued her exploratory touch back round to my side.
I felt a sudden brief coldness as her hand lifted from my bare skin and gave JC a comforting, reassuring stroke. I was happy for my friend to be involved in our play; it crossed my mind for a second that it would be funny if we both ended up in a threesome with Sara, this would definitely help improve his mood.
I ached for her and she knew it.
I felt JC move on the sofa, became aware of his closeness.
I finally felt her hand on my inner thigh, then rub my cock through my jeans.
Mmm.
The thumb tugged under my jeans waistband, glided across to the button, then in a simple motion, popped it open and pulled down the zipper and my boxer shorts. I felt a mix of apprehension and excitement as my cock sprang from the restriction of my underwear.
She breathed heavily into my ear, almost stifling a giggle, holding me close with her other arm. I tried to move my hand to guide her but she slapped it away, told me not to touch. I again shifted then sat on my hand to keep it away, obeying her.
Fingers took hold of my shaft and began pumping gently. I let out an audible gasp and bucked my hips.
I tried to turn my head to watch but she tightened her hug.
“Don’t look, babe” she instructed quietly, “just enjoy”.
The hand expertly worked my cock, the touch sublime; her hand squeezed and released me just right, caressed without too much force, the motion seamless. I had anticipated a clumsy action but this felt unexpectedly practiced. A thought crossed my mind that I probably wasn’t the first person she’d wanked off.
Then to my absolute surprise I felt a puff of breath on my cock, like a blown kiss, then a tongue lick it from the base to the tip.
My mind raced; Sara was still holding my head against hers.
Another hand held my balls.
The confusion lasted only a heartbeat before the reality of the situation came crashing into sharp focus.
I was trapped now, pinned by Sara holding me tight into her breast, my best friend kneeling between my legs, holding my cock, licking and tentatively nibbling it. I was torn by a range of emotions; who had betrayed whom? Was I the fool for thinking I could ever actually sleep with Sara? Had she set up my compliant friend to surprise and chastise me?
“Hey, honey”, she teased, “I think we’re all having fun now aren’t we?” and planted a kiss on my forehead. My friend looked up at me, his head tilted slightly, holding my cock in front of his smirking face.
“You pair of bastards!” I told them, still squirming but not struggling enough to really escape.
My head was swimming so I closed my eyes again, smiling slyly. I tried to think what to do; on the one hand I was deeply confused by the sudden turn of events but on the other, it was a new experience and so far at least, was very intriguing and if the truth be told, I was actually enjoying the attention despite the initial emotional discomfort.
I knitted my brow, trying to find the right words or actions. Flee or stay?
The ambush had almost made me panic, the shock of finding my cock in another man’s mouth was profound, but the pleasure was a cruel and compelling accomplice. I swallowed, still unsure which way to turn.
Before I could resolve the dilemma, my friend sucked my cock deeper into his mouth, hungrily taking it, running his tongue over the top, flicking over the ridge. I felt his saliva running down my shaft, his hand sliding wetly up and down, working his spit into my balls as his lips applied perfect suction. I had to admit, despite the panic it did feel really fucking good. I tried to relax; I took my hand from under my bottom and found Sara’s hand; I wasn’t actually going to hold my friend’s head while he was sucking me off, that was either a boundary too far, or a level of acceptance I wasn’t prepared to admit.
Sara relaxed her grip on me so I could fuck JC’s mouth more easily, his hand still pumping my cock as his head bobbed up and down.
I felt myself quivering, about to cum. I turned to look at Sara once more, imploring, still wishing it was her mouth I could feel. She gave some more verbal encouragement, I wasn’t sure if it was aimed at me or JC or maybe both of us.
Just as I felt the surge of release rising, JC abruptly pulled my cock from his mouth and squeezed, pulled down my shaft and watched me come all over myself, my hot sticky jizz leaving a trail on my skin from my stomach down to my pubes, on my jeans and boxers.
He looked up at me happy, his lips and chin still glossy with saliva, and wiped his sticky hand on my t-shirt.
I let out a nervous laugh, profoundly moved by my experience. Sara squeezed me tightly, kissed my cheek, then held out her hand and pulled JC to his feet to join us. He lent across and embraced us both without saying a word; he exhaled deeply, contentedly.
I think we all got what we needed; Sara maintained her position as definitely *just* a friend, albeit a very close one, JC got his distraction from his issues and I, well, maybe I got what I needed.