Micka’s First Threesome
You want to know about my first threesome?
Well, you need to understand how it came about.
We sloshed through the mud for far too long as we walked to the studio.
Having Jasmine sloshing alongside us made the journey more bearable, even though I was more concerned about her well-being. She was soaked, and dirty water splashed up her legs with every step. She must have felt miserable, but she didn’t let it show.
Axel and I tried to keep her mind off the unpleasantness of our current situation by talking about something completely different, and she seemed surprisingly interested in what we had to say. She probably wanted to keep her mind off the situation as well.
“You weren’t the only one to get out of Covington. Micah’s been to drama school and then worked in New York.”
“I only came back for Axel’s project, or I’d still be there.”
“There was no reason for me to travel across the country when there’s a thriving film industry right here in our backyard.”
“I’m from around here, and even I think of the film industry as being in L.A., I suppose because that’s where my work is.”
“You could probably find work here,” I ventured.
“Maybe. I don’t know. I’m really interested in seeing your studio, though.”
She seemed more interested in our careers than I’d expected, but she probably was just trying to keep her mind off the walk as well.
“You’ve been smiling this whole way,” Axel said with a grin as we arrived at the studio. “It’s a good look for you.”
“A damn good look,” I agreed. I wanted to see her like that a lot more often. Looking like she enjoyed our company.
“I’m excited to see everything. And to, you know, dry off a little.”
“You’ll get your chance in a few minutes,” I said. The studio will be in sight in just a few minutes. But I don’t know what your expecting. Don’t get your hopes up as it isn’t a theme park. It’s not nearly as exciting.”
“It was a shell of a warehouse when I took on the lease,” Axel said.
“It isn’t what’s on the outside that matters,” she shrugged. “I want to see what’s on the other side of that door.”
“I think you’re really going to like it. Especially if you like historical movies.”
“Like them? I can’t get enough of them.”
Axel and I exchanged more than the odd meaningful glance throughout this conversation.
We were discovering we had a lot more in common with Jasmine than just high school and the same hometown. We all shared a passion for films. It wasn’t just a job for Axel and me, it was our life. A vocation. And from the way she spoke, I could hear in her voice and see on her face that she had that passion too.
Axel led her on a tour of the studio, but he didn’t take all the credit. It was his brainchild, his baby, and he did most of the work, but he was generous in the words he said about my contribution.
I’m pleased to say the tour left her impressed and if it were possible for such a strong, opinionated woman – speechless: “Wow. This is just… wow.”
Axel was being modest as usual. “It’s pretty cool, huh?”
“Yeah. Y’all have a lot to be proud of here.”
We’d welcomed her into our space, and it was time to dry off.
I wanted out of my soaked clothing but wasn’t sure how to handle it. I would have just shed all my clothes right by the door, and I would’ve expected Axel to do the same, but you didn’t do that when you’ve got a woman with you, especially when you want to impress her.
“There are some heaters over here along the back wall. Maybe we can start to dry off now that we’re indoors,” Axel suggested. We were soaked. What we the heaters going to do. You could actually ring water out of my clothes.
I noticed the expression on her face told me she was thinking the same.
“There are a few costumes over on the wardrobe rack. We might all look a little ridiculous, but it’s gotta be better than this,” Axel suggested.
And as Jasmine looked over the racks of clothes, her face broke into the biggest grin yet. It was a look of genuine happiness.
“She’s smiling again.”
“Ah, it’s the Victorian dress.” Axel stepped up beside her as she pulled a fancy costume with a tight bodice and big hooped skirt from the rack. It was the sort of thing that they wore back in the day, entirely impractical. I didn’t for one minute think Jas wanted to put it on. But I was wrong about that girl. That was precisely what she wanted.
“I’m going to change clothes on the other side of this rack,” she said. “No peeking.”
“Damn, no peeking at all?” Because it was as if she suggested we should do exactly that.
“Not unless I get to do the same,” she said.
Well, hot damn. I had nothing to hide; she could look at me all she wanted. I’d even put on a sexy show for her if she said she wanted it.
I glanced at Axel, we made eye contact, and I’d swear he was thinking the exact same thing as me.
“We’re all friends here, right? You can peek if you want to.”
But nothing in the world would make me peek at her without her permission. I’d wronged her more than enough in the past and didn’t intend to be as disrespectful to her ever again.
But soon after, she said words that sounded more like an invitation to debauchery than ever they should have: they set my imagination racing.
“Would one of you help me with this zipper?” And if that wasn’t bad enough, she added: “It’s going to be a little tight, but I think it should work.”
While I pictured various connotations of what those words might mean when involving the three of us, I tried to focus on reality instead of obscene fantasies.
Axel and I both offered to help at the same time and I’m sure she wanted us to help get the dress done up and not undone.
But still, what if she asked us both to undress her and share her?
That wasn’t something I’d ever considered. We hadn’t talked about it. If anyone had ever asked me, I’d have said I’m too possessive and too conventional to want to try any of that weirdness.
But in the strange situation of sheltering from bad weather in fancy dress costumes in a movie studio, the suggestion didn’t seem as outlandish as it might otherwise have done.
Axel and I were all fingers and thumbs as we attempted to tackle the tiny zipper.
“How are you even supposed to get this thing up?”
“Carefully,” he told me.
It moved a little way but stopped again. “I, uh, think it might be stuck.”
She reached behind herself, and her fingers brushed over mine.
They might as well have been brushing over my cock for the effect the touch had on me. She took my breath away and my rational thoughts too.
She turned, and her face was right there in front of mine.
So close
Too close.
“Jesus,” Axel said under his breath. “You’re so beautiful, Jasmine.”
Fuck. That was right. He was there too.
And he was putting my thoughts into words, like as if he were the narrator of my story.
But I kept my attention on her even though she shifted her focus between the two of us.
And her face moved closer to mine until our lips brushed. That was when I responded. As far as I was concerned, that was her explicit invitation to kiss her back, and so I did.
I was hungry for that kiss.
Starving.
And she tasted every bit worth waiting for.
I kissed her as if we were alone and wrapped my arms around her.
She responded as if she liked it, and I was only vaguely aware of Axel on the other side of her. He wasn’t going to put me off.
When I broke away from our kiss, concerned that she might want breath, Axel was right there to take over, turning her around to take his turn.
In front of my eyes, she responded to him in just the same way as she had to me.
And somehow, my hands were still fiddling with that zipper. And right then, it went down instead of up. I decided it was time to stop fiddling with it before I completely broke it through lack of attention.
The bodice of the dress loosened. “Is this okay?”
Was it what she wanted?
“Yes,” she said, “Please don’t stop.”
I felt like that was said to me even though she might have been talking to Axel, who was kissing her neck like a vampire. He was going to leave her with an almighty hickey.
I joined in, giving the back of her neck the same sort of attention before moving on to her shoulder.
Damn, I’ve been wanting to do this for so many years.
I may have said my thoughts aloud.
And just as I ignored Axel, he obviously was ignoring me too because without paying any attention to the fact that I was there, he dropped to his knees and said. “And I’ve been dying to taste this sweet pussy since… forever.”
Well, damn.
I did not expect to move into that territory while there were three of us in the room.
But Jas didn’t flinch at all. If it was fine with her, it was fine by me.
And it turned out to be just as well I was there because the boy needed a hand.
Judging by the way her clothes fell away along with any self-consciousness, Axel gave a great performance and using his mouth and fingers he had her coming pretty fast considering she hated our guts not so very long ago.
And while he did that I held her writhing body in my arms and squished those full bosoms in my hands. I’m not the kind of guy who’d normally talk about bosoms, but it seemed right for the way we were dressed.
Or undressed.
So fucking hot.
“Do you like what we’re doing, baby? Are we making you feel good?”
“Love it,” she moaned. “Need you… both of you.”
That was all I needed to hear to make me a full convert to the joys of threesome sex. If the lady wanted it as much as she did, who was I to get all prudish?
Axel and I worked together and lived together, and those things had worked out fine, so why not fuck together… er, well, not together, together. It was turning out that together we could bring twice as much pleasure to Jas .
We guided her to a low couch, and Axel left her with me.
By this stage, I was putty in her hands, and she had such a mischievous glint in her eyes I seriously wondered what was going through her mind. I suspected it was filthy.
She palmed my aching erection through my long johns, and the strange underwear just made it seem more erotic than if I’d been naked.
“Fuck yes,” I groaned. “Keep going, baby.”
She kept handling my dick, but it still distracted me when I heard Axel returning, and she said: “I don’t think that’s a very authentic prop to the time period, Mr. Stevenson,” with a laugh.
“Then I guess it’s a good thing I’m not acting right now,” he replied.
I’d been blocking his existence from my mind as much as possible, but this prompted me to deliberately look at him.
He was holding a twenty-first-century condom, still in its wrapper.
It seemed I was going to watch my friend fuck the woman of my dreams. He wanted to, and she wanted it.
Was I alright with it?
“I’m not used to having so much going on at once—but I kind of like it,” she said.
And I surprised myself by agreeing with her.
I kind of like it too.
Not only was I okay with that, but I really fucking liked the idea of sharing her and treating her like this. Two men giving her twice as much pleasure as what one man might manage.
I reached out and threaded my fingers through her thick luscious hair. “Pretty sure we can keep you busy all night if you want.”
“Hopefully not just for tonight,” Axel added. “We can do this anytime you want, Jasmine. As many times as you want.”
That’s absolutely right.
You have the stamina of two men when you are with us both.
She did a stellar job of sucking my cock like she fucking loved it.
And while Axel fucked her.
And then we swapped positions and did it all again and again.
This had to be what heaven was like.
Amazing.
Sexy.
Fun.
Heaven.
I was so in love with her then, and I’m even more in love with her now.
As for Axel, well, I love him like a brother.
