For fun, I’ve rewritten Chapter Four from the two guys’ point of view. Time to see inside their heads!
Hugh: “Why did you ghost us?”
Muriel: “I was scared.”
Cameron: “Scared of what?”
Muriel: “I was a virgin, for crying out loud. Nobody expects their first time to be a threesome, do they?”
Hugh: “She has a point.”
Hugh Davis
Of course, she had a point.
Back then, the turn of events fucking terrified me.
I’d dreamed about kissing Muri, dating her, and a whole lot of other things too. But I hadn’t expected anything like that to happen on the night of our fake prom, so when things took a turn for the sexier, I was scared.
Just like Muriel, I was a virgin.
We were teenagers with hormones attacking our brains and taking over our bodies. Our actions seemed to go ahead without us stopping to think about any of it. Suddenly Cam kissed her, and the next minute, I was kissing her as well. We were all hyped, and she happily went along with it.
Right up until she didn’t.
She left us there.
And I had mixed feelings at the time. A part of me heaved a sigh of relief when she walked away because I hadn’t expected my first sexual experience to be witnessed up close by my buddy, Cameron.
Like her, never in a million years did I dream my first time would be a threesome involving my two best friends.
Cam was chill about the whole thing, of course. It wasn’t his first time. The guy charmed everyone without even trying, so no wonder teenage girls practically threw themselves at him back then. And they still did to this day.
That night changed things between Cam and me; it brought us closer.
He told me he enjoyed watching me kiss Muri, and he’d have liked to have seen us do more. It turned out the guy was a bit of a voyeur; at least, I thought so at first.
However, I wasn’t an exhibitionist.
And over the weeks that followed, he loosened up and confessed details about his fantasies.
Truthfully, they were things I hadn’t given much thought to at that age.
As Cam talked with enthusiasm about all the things two men could do with one woman, well, it interested me, it appealed, and it turned me on.
Over time, I realized that Cam’s kinky sex fantasies weren’t the full story at all. He envisaged a relationship in which two dudes would shower the same woman with attention and affection. And he could count me in on that.
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Muriel: “So I ran away. I was ashamed of how I felt. Anyway, we’re all back together now. And I’m so happy you’re both doing what you love. Remember how we’d talk about you two becoming the dream team of a cop and investigative journalist? You’re living that dream, aren’t you?”
In our careers, we were living the dream. We were damned lucky in that respect. But then Muriel asked us whether we had girlfriends.
Hugh: “We’re single at the moment.”
Cameron Moore
Hugh and I glanced at each other. If the three of us were going to go any further, the truth had to come out. And it wasn’t a secret or anything to be ashamed of. I just hoped it would appeal to her rather than get her running away from us again.
We had a little chat about one of our ex-girlfriends when Muriel asked outright: “So, did you date her, Hugh?”
“We both did, together,” he answered frankly.
“You must have realized we were into that?” I explained gently, leaning toward her. “You know, after what happened that night.”
“Yes, I get it,” she replied. It was a lie. Her expression was unsure. She was still processing and didn’t know what to make of it.
“In fairness, it’s not exactly easy to find women who are into, well, our lifestyle in this small town.” Hugh started prattling on, and it wasn’t helpful at all. “We’ve tried dating a couple of other women, but they didn’t work out either. They were all nice enough; they just weren’t…”
“They weren’t you,” I stated flatly.
I didn’t want Muriel thinking we’d had threesomes left, right, and center with half the women in town while their friends and family disapproved, which was how he made it sound.
That was the point.
We’d dated just a few women or attempted to. And each time, it failed pretty quickly. The relationships didn’t compare to what we’d had before in our friendship with Muriel.
“I’ve had boyfriends, only one at a time, mind you. But none of them were you,” she said, finally.
It took a while to register what she’d said. Something I’d hoped to hear.
“You mean, you do like us? Both of us?”
“Both of you,” she confirmed.
Hugh reached out for her hand. “Muriel, we want you, too. We’ve never wanted anyone else. The moment we were old enough to notice girls, we noticed you, and that was it.”
I confirmed it was true for both of us.
It seemed we’d all been caught up with each other since an early age. Hugh and I had talked about it, so I knew that although we both treasured her friendship, we also both believed in the possibility of so much more with her. But as teenage boys, it was difficult to gauge what she felt about us or how to take a friendship to the next level.
Older and wiser, we had a different, more mature perspective.
The time for talking had passed.
I moved closer to her, and she stared at me with expectation burning in her eyes.
We both knew what we wanted. It was like a magnetic force, the way we were drawn together in a kiss. I pulled her close to my body, and she wrapped her lovely long legs around my waist as we kissed.
What a kiss.
She returned all the passion I had for her and more, and her lips and tongue explored my face.
I held her ass and had to remind myself not to grip it too tightly. God, she had a great ass. Muri was a sexy, curvy woman. Plus, I’d wanted her for so long I was like a drowning man who’d splashed his way into an oasis.
Over her shoulder, I saw Hugh moving closer. He winked at me conspiratorially and then moved to nuzzle her neck, smother her with kisses, taste her skin, and drown in her scent.
I couldn’t always keep track of exactly what Hugh was doing, but I trusted that, like me, he aimed to please. And I believed the two of us combined would be better than either one of us alone. Together we were bound to shake Muriel’s world in a way that it had never been rocked before.
Perhaps he whispered sweet nothings into her ear before he loudly ordered us, “To the bedroom.”
She didn’t object as I carried her there, but by the time we’d reached the bedroom, and I’d placed her on her own two feet, like three and a half seconds later, her face wore a hesitant expression.
Hugh took it for uncertainty. “It’s okay,” he said. “We’ve got this.”
I undressed her slowly, taking my time and savoring the unwrapping of this long-awaited treat. But it didn’t take long, as she wasn’t wearing much more than we were.
I stepped back to admire her. “Beautiful.”
Oh God, her soft skin and gentle curves were so much more enticing than I’d imagined. And yes, I had imagined her naked more times than I’d ever admit to.
“Well, come on then, catch up, you two.” She goaded us into stripping off too. All that meant was slipping out of the loose robes we’d lounged in after our warming showers.
We didn’t need any encouragement, but it was still great to hear she wanted to see us undressed as well.
She helped Hugh out of his robe. I smiled to myself as I watched her face when she saw what he had to offer. She clearly liked what she saw. And she wasn’t timid anymore.
She reached out, took hold of his dick, and started to stroke it.
That was enough of watching. I needed physical contact. I dropped my robe on the floor and left it behind as I stepped up behind her, right up into her personal space and sandwiching my erection between us.
Finally, I took hold of her breasts and discovered her nipples were bullet-hard under my caresses and ripe for attention. I rolled them between my fingers and thumbs and gently pinched and tugged them.
She moaned with pleasure, and I wasn’t sure if it was due to what I was doing to her or something to do with Hugh, but I carried on plucking and teasing her nipples while I kissed and sucked on her neck.
Are we too old for hickies?
“You’re so sensitive,” I moaned.
How right was I?
In the very next moment, she lost her sense of balance and sagged a little. I gripped onto her, letting her use my body for support while she screamed through her orgasm.
I took no credit. That was all Hugh’s work.
Good job, man.
Hugh did that to her. He made her come so quickly while still standing up, which meant I’d have to go one better. We had the best sort of rivalry. A rivalry that made winners of all three of us.
As she recovered, I swept her off her feet and laid her on the bed.
She was so fucking sexy right then.
“Beautiful,” I muttered under my breath while taking in the vision of her and committing it to memory.
I’d looked, I’d kissed, and I’d held her. Now I had to truly taste her. And my mouth was watering in anticipation as I got into position.
Her lips were invitingly swollen and moist, and she quivered as my mouth made contact. I explored up and down the length of her slit with my tongue both softly across the surface and probing into her heavenly folds. She whimpered and wriggled as I neared her hard clit.
She wanted more. She wanted my cock, for sure. But she’d have to wait because once I was buried up to my balls in her, I doubted I’d have much-staying power. First, I wanted to see her come.
My fingers slipped easily inside her, and I discovered the true extent of her arousal; it equaled mine. She was ready and eager to come.
She rode my hand as I did my best to satisfy her.
Feeling her tight channel clamp onto my fingers while she climaxed may have been the sexiest experience of my life. I loved it. I loved her. And I wanted to make her feel that good over and over again every single day.
She called out my name. She bucked and writhed. The temperature in the bedroom sored, and she became a human furnace.
She was the sexiest woman alive, and I was only a mere human. I couldn’t take much more without my own needs getting the better of me. And then I felt every part of her relax as her orgasm subsided.
I had no doubt Muri would enjoy being multiorgasmic on my dick, and Hugh must have thought so too as he considerately waved a condom in front of me. At the speed of light, I had it out of the wrapper, on my dick, and her legs in the air.
“Yes. Oh God, fuck me, Cameron, fuck me,” she encouraged before adding, “Hugh, where are you?”
Well, my buddy was right beside me. And when she saw him, she reached out and stroked his cock again.
It turned out we were all on the edge as Hugh came almost immediately, pumping white jizz on her stomach. She liked that, of course. It had her coming, and at about the same time, I lost it too.
I got rid of the condom and returned with a couple of damp washcloths to clean up our woman.
Muri was almost asleep in Hugh’s arms as I cleaned up the mess. They both looked as content as I felt. The three of us were so perfect together. I couldn’t be happier that we’d finally found our way to admit all our feelings and worked things out.
As I lay down beside Muri, I was convinced we’d spend the rest of our lives together, and I couldn’t have been happier.
