Jessie's Girl

The lake wasn’t crowded that day, even though the temperature hovered around ninety. And it was humid—a steamy, dripping scorcher of a day, when the only thing that mattered was keeping cool.

There were small knots of people scattered around the lakefront. They lay unmoving in the sun as if immobilized by her rays, but the three of us opted for the semi-shade of a scrubby ash tree. We too were motionless, feeling the sweat trickle down our bodies.

I felt a tickling as a bead of perspiration slipped from under my bikini top and trailed down my torso. Jessie reached over and caught it, then lifted his index finger to his tongue.

“You taste great even when you’re well done, Jen.”

I turned my head to face him, laughing at his mischievous expression. Jessie grinned, brushed a lock of his shaggy hair out of his blue eyes, and spread his hand over my stomach.

Lang rolled up on his elbow. He watched Jessie’s hand traverse the moist hills and valleys of my body and his face twisted into a mask of resentment. “I wish Crystal was here,” he said. It was at least the twentieth time he’d expressed this sentiment.

I felt sorry for him. We’d been planning this picnic for weeks, then Crystal had called and cancelled at the last minute. Lang’s disappointment was palpable, so Jessie insisted he come along with us anyway. He had, but he’d been brooding all day.

“I’m sure she’s just as bummed out as you are,” I assured him, rolling to face him, “and she can’t be having much fun—spending a day like this sick in bed.”

I stopped talking, because I saw he wasn’t listening. Instead, he was staring at my chest. I glanced down and saw that the strap of my bikini top had slipped down over my shoulder, allowing one breast to nearly pop free of its narrow confines.

Lang’s eyes were popping in a similar manner. “Anyhow,” I continued, adjusting my strap, “maybe we could plan another picnic for next week, when Crystal’s feeling better.”

“Maybe,” Lang agreed, but his eyes were still on my body. The undisguised lust in them made me a little uncomfortable but, in truth, I didn’t really mind him looking at me that way.

I’d always found Lang exceedingly hot, with his curly dark hair, olive skin, and solid, muscular body, and I knew he was attracted to me, as well. Lang had a weakness for tall, willowy blondes and I was just his flavor, a fact which he transmitted by an occasional smoky flash of his dark eyes. He’d complain how Jessie had always gotten the best girls and teased us both, singing that Rick Springfield song from the Eighties Jessie’s Girl. “Where can I find. . . a woman like that?” he’d chant and I could tell Jessie got off on the fact that his buddy found me so attractive, but I sometimes wondered if he realized how deep that admiration ran.

But Jessie had no reason to worry, not really. No matter how hot Lang and I found each other we’d never act on it, because Jessie was too important to both of us. Lang and Jessie had been roommates since college and close friends since childhood. They were different as night and day—if Lang was dark and mysterious as the night, then Jessie was the bright gold of day, with his long blond hair, quick smile, and lean swimmer’s build. Each was intensely sexy in his own way, but it was Jessie I loved. We’d been a couple for two very happy years and I knew he was the one I’d be spending the rest of my life with.

Much as I adored Jessie, though, I couldn’t resist indulging in the occasional naughty fantasy about Lang. Some nights when Jessie and I made love, the mere thought that Lang was in the next room was enough to send me spinning into a potent, savage orgasm.

The way Lang was looking at me now made me wonder if he’d heard me on some of those occasions. His dark eyes seemed to lap me up and I flushed, shifting back against the solidness of Jessie’s body. Despite the heat he readily spooned around me and I felt his crotch fit snugly into the hollow beneath my buttocks.

Jessie reached for the strap of my bikini top. “Leave it,” he commanded, drawing it back down over my shoulder. “It looks good that way. Doesn’t it, Lang-o?”

“It does,” Lang agreed, his eyes once again on my partially exposed breast.

Jessie kissed my shoulder, his hand moving around my body. As Lang watched, Jessie’s fingers surround the soft circumference of my breast and gave it a firm, deliberate squeeze.

Lang’s eyes widened and I was shocked speechless. Before I could recover, Lang scrambled to his feet. “I’m going in for a dip,” he said abruptly, heading for the water.

Jessie laughed softly and nuzzled my ear. Normally this melted me, but this time I pulled away and glared at him. “What was all that about?”

His blue eyes were wide and innocent. “What?”

“You know what!” I snapped, yanking the strap of my bikini back into place. “Why are you groping me right in front of Lang?”

He chuckled again and sneaked another quick feel. “I’m sorry, Jen. I just couldn’t resist. He’s got such a hard-on for you he can hardly look at you.”

“He does not,” I insisted, but I felt the flesh twitch between my legs.

“Oh yes he does,” Jessie maintained, his fingers stroking the underside of my breast. “Didn’t you notice he was pitching a tent?”

As a matter of fact I had, and I could see that Jessie sported a similarly stiff rod. “Lang is your best friend,” I reminded him. “Doesn’t it bother you, to have him check me out that way?”

“No,” he assured me. “It doesn’t. I can hardly blame him. I mean, look at you, babe.”

His hand slipped lower and burrowed between my legs. I cast an uneasy glance over my shoulder. “Jessie, somebody might see . . .”

“No one’s close enough,” he whispered, his hand coaxing my thighs apart.

But one person was. Lang was no more than twenty-five feet away, standing in waist-deep water. His eyes were on us as he sank to his knees, the water rising to his chin.

“You know what he’s doing, don’t you?” Jessie asked softly. “He’s jerking off, wishing it was him with his hand on your pussy . . .”

I could feel my vagina loosening, becoming slick. Jessie kissed me then, slipping his tongue into my mouth as his finger slipped around the edge of my bikini bottoms.

“You want to fuck him, don’t you?” he whispered against my mouth.

My eyes widened and I shook my head, but Jessie pressed closer. “Tell me the truth,” he urged. “You’ve thought about it, haven’t you? Taking his big cock, sucking it,” he continued, as his fingers probed the slippery crevice between my legs. “Fucking it . . .”

I couldn’t lie, because he could feel how hot his words were making me. “Maybe I have,” I confessed, “but I love you, Jessie. I would never . . .”

“But what if I said it was okay?” he said, stroking my swollen nether lips. “What if I said you could fuck him . . . if I could watch?”

I’m not sure if it was outrage or arousal that caused my sudden shortness of breath. “I couldn’t do that,” I said. “Jessie, I just couldn’t! And what makes you think Lang would want to, anyway?”

“Because Crystal’s holding out on him,” Jessie confided, his index finger gently nudging my clit. “He told me. He hasn’t gotten any in three months, not since he started dating her, and he’s ready to explode.”

I couldn’t answer, suddenly suffused with the vision of myself naked in bed with Lang as Jessie stood over our intermingled bodies. I’d never done anything like that—ever. A spark of desire flared in my stomach and plunged downward, making me tremble as it ignited between my legs.

My excitement must have shown, because Jessie’s eyes took on an incandescent glow. “You just leave it to me, babe,” he whispered as Lang came splashing out of the water.

Then I was merely a prop, an observer who watched, fascinated, as my boyfriend seduced his best friend. He used my body to do it: drizzling suntan oil over my torso; massaging it into my flesh with long, sensual strokes; running his fingers over the small scraps of fabric covering my most private parts; making my nipples harden right through the cloth.

Lang made a pretense of ignoring us until Jessie pushed my bikini top aside, far enough to entirely bare one breast. The angle of Jessie’s body kept me shielded from the eyes of other beachcombers, but did nothing to conceal his actions from Lang, who couldn’t tear his eyes off my erect nipple.

It was getting late in the day, and the sun had begun to creep down in the sky, her rays peeping beneath the cover of our tree. Jessie drizzled more oil over me. “Don’t want my girl getting burned,” he remarked, grinning at Lang. “Want to help me out here, buddy?”

Lang didn’t need to be asked twice. He took over kneading the oil into my breast and Jessie’s hand slipped into my bottoms. Jessie teased my clit as Lang took possession of my nipple, pinching and rolling it between his oiled fingers, his breath coming in short, hard gasps.

I moaned softly as Jessie took his hand from between my legs. He shifted closer, slipping his thumb into the waistband of his shorts. He drew it down, just far enough to free his cock, and I felt its silky head gliding over my stomach, lubing itself on my oil-drenched flesh.

Lang let go of my nipple and gripped his own crotch with urgency. He was visibly trembling. “God, you’re killing me,” he groaned, fumbling at the front of his bathing trunks. “I gotta . . .man, lemme . . .” He tugged and his dick sprang out, stone hard and oozing clear juice.

They pressed against me, one on either side, and as I closed my hands over their cocks I felt the differences between them. Jessie’s shaft was an elegant wand—long, sleek, and graceful. Lang’s was shorter but twice as thick, a solid, sinewy piston. They slid between my hands and buttery flesh and I let them nudge each other. I heard Jessie’s swift intake of breath and that was when I realized my man didn’t just want to watch Lang fuck me. He wanted to fuck Lang himself.

When Jessie suggested relocating to a more private place, Lang didn’t answer, just jumped to his feet to gather up the picnic gear. We carried it to the truck and Jessie stowed it in the back as I got into the cab. Lang was beside me in a second and he kissed me for the first time, his mouth tasting of beer and passion.

Jessie got into the driver’s seat and kissed the back of my neck as Lang was kissing my mouth. I could feel Jessie’s fingers untie my top. It fell away and Jessie was cradling my oiled breasts, lifting and offering them up for Lang’s mouth.

“Such beautiful tits . . .” Lang’s voice was hoarse. “Gimme those big, beautiful tits . . .”

Lang buried his face between my breasts, squeezing them together so he could suckle both at once. Jessie tugged at my bikini bottoms, so I raised my ass and he peeled them down to my knees, then pushed my thighs apart. My cunt yawned open, glistening wet and quivering, and Lang plunged his hand between my legs, to grope and squeeze greedily.

“When we get home,” Jessie told him, “I’m going to watch you fuck my girl, buddy. That okay with you?”

“Yeah,” Lang breathed. “Just hurry, man. I can’t wait to fuck this.” He slid a finger inside me, then two. “Christ, this pussy is wet . . .wet and ready . . .shit, man, hurry!”

It took about twenty minutes to reach their apartment and Lang fingered my wet cleft the whole way. I squirmed, my naked ass wriggling against the vinyl seat as his busy fingers teased and fondled my clit. Jessie concentrated on driving, a small smile on his face, but I could see that his dick was so hard it seemed about to rupture his shorts.

By the time we pulled into the driveway, I had come twice; short, sharp bursts that I knew only hinted at the delights to come. Jessie didn’t give me a chance to put my bikini back on, just grabbed the beach blanket and swathed it around my near naked body then hurried me inside, calling for Lang to bring in the beer cooler.

As soon as we got through the door, Jessie tossed the blanket aside and lifted me onto the kitchen table. “Did you get a good look at his cock, babe?” he whispered, kissing me deeply as his hands stripped away the scraps of my bikini. “Are you hot for it, that stiff, thick cock?”

I moaned my assent as he pushed me back and lifted my legs high. “You look so beautiful, spread wide and ready to be fucked . . .” he murmured, burying his face between my legs. I shivered when his lips wrapped around my clit, sucking it like a warm, wet vacuum.

And that’s how Lang found us when he came inside a moment later: me stark naked with my heels pointed at the ceiling, Jessie’s hands cradling my ass while he devoured my pussy. Lang stopped dead and dropped the cooler with a clatter.

“Holy fuck,” he sighed, bracing himself against the table with one hand and gripping his crotch with the other. “Shit, that’s hot. That’s so fuckin’ hot . . .”

Lang reached out but before he could touch me, Jessie wrenched his mouth away and pulled me to my feet. “The bedroom,” he urged, his voice syrupy with desire.

A minute later I lay across the bed, groping for a condom while Lang ripped off his shorts. Jessie slipped one into my hand as Lang crawled on top of me. He grabbed my legs and hooked them over his shoulders, humping impatiently as I unrolled the condom over his rigid cock.

When he was sheathed, I pointed him into my hot, wet cunt. “Fuck me, Lang,” I begged.

“Yes, fuck her,” Jessie urged and when I looked up at him I saw that he too was naked, his hand wrapped around his own stiff pole. “Give Jen what she wants, buddy.”

Without further preamble, Lang’s thick cock plunged into me, impaling me up to the hilt with one jab. He fucked me with short, hard strokes and it was good . . .so damn good I was catapulted into an immediate orgasm, heaving and moaning from the powerful waves of pleasure coursing through my body.

“Fuckin’ hot pussy,” Lang puffed, “This is some sweet, hot pussy.” He inched my legs up around his neck and my back bowed as his hands lifted my ass even higher.

“Do it harder,” Jessie encouraged, and I saw that he was stroking himself in time with Lang’s thrusts. “She likes it fast and deep . . .so fuck her hard, buddy.” The movement of Lang’s hips accelerated, his cock pistoning like a jack hammer, and I could feel his balls slapping my ass he rammed into me.

I squeezed my eyes shut as I began to come again, moaning and sobbing with the intensity of it. I rode the crest of my orgasm and, as I wound down, felt a silken touch on my cheek.

I opened my eyes. Jessie was kneeling over us, his cock hovering near my face. “Suck me, babe,” he urged. “Suck my cock while Lang fucks you.”

I arched my head back, opened my mouth wide, and took Jessie’s long cock down my throat. Lang was still pumping, obediently fucking my pussy while Jessie fucked my face. Watching me suck Jessie’s cock seemed to turn him on even more and he voiced his approval while he fucked me: “Yeah, baby—suck that cock. Take it all, Jen, swallow it down . . .”

Jessie slid his cock nearly all the way out of my mouth and paused, lingering just on the tip of my lips. I was well-attuned to what he liked and so I gave it to him, my lips sucking and nibbling the so-sensitive spot just below the dome of his penis. Lang fucked me in a slow and steady rhythm, and one particularly firm thrust caused me to lose my lip lock on Jessie’s cock. It reared up, striking Lang’s face and he recoiled, but Jessie groaned out loud and I realized then what my man wanted most.

I took hold of Jessie’s cock, suckled gently, then slipped it from between my lips and switched my attention to Lang. I kissed him deeply, sensuously, then turned back to Jessie’s cock. I nuzzled it, sucked it, and kissed Lang again.

I kept it up, alternately kissing and sucking, and I could hear Jessie moaning, felt his cock throbbing in my grip. This time when I drew Lang close for another long, passionate kiss, the tip of Jessie’s cock was still in my mouth.

Lang’s body stiffened in surprise, but I writhed beneath him, my tongue darting back and forth between his mouth and Jessie’s cock. I swirled my tongue faster and faster, caressing Jessie’s hard prick and Lang’s soft lips at the same time.

I was on fire, my hips rearing up against Lang’s cock with utter abandon while my mouth gobbled Jessie’s cock. “Come on my face, baby,” I pleaded. “Come on my face while Lang comes in my pussy. I want it so bad, Jessie. Please . . .Lang, come on . . . help me . . .”

Then Lang’s mouth opened and we were sharing Jessie’s cock. It glided between our mouths, our tongues mingling around it, and I could see wonder in Lang’s eyes, and heat.

Jessie’s hand gripped the back of Lang’s neck and he was groaning, animal sounds that told me he was going to come. I saw his balls tighten, retract, and jets of heat exploded across my face. One . . .two . . .three spurts, his thick cream streaming over my mouth and chin.

“Shit!” Lang shouted. “Shit, me too, man! Me too . . .” He arched his back and heaved against me, his body spasming with the power of his orgasm.

For a moment, all of us were motionless: me with my legs locked around Lang’s back and Jessie’s cock against my face; Jessie poised on his knees above us, leaning against Lang’s shoulder; Lang with his cock buried deep within me, his eyes wide with surprise.

Jessie reached down, scooped a bit of milky cream onto his finger, then fed it to me. I lapped it up dutifully, murmuring. With his other hand, he stroked the back of Lang’s neck. “Everybody okay?” he asked.

Lang was watching me lick the cream off Jessie’s fingers. “Oh yeah,” he whispered, and kissed me, his tongue reaching into my mouth for a taste of Jessie.

We lay side by side in the darkening bedroom. The temperature had dropped along with the sun and a soft breeze wafted through the open window, fresh and cool against our damp bodies. We didn’t speak, each lost in our own thoughts of what had passed between us.

Lang was in the middle, so quiet that I wondered if he was asleep. I heard Jessie stir and, when I looked over, saw that he was stroking Lang, exploring his body with the gentle fingers I knew so well. Lang remained still, his eyes squeezed shut.

Jessie touched his nipples, caressed them, and my own hands moved to canvass the dense area between Lang’s legs. Lang’s breath tightened, proving that he was awake after all, and, when Jessie put his mouth to a nipple, I saw Lang’s cock twitch.

I reached for it as Jessie’s head descended. His mouth left a wet trail as he followed the thin line of hair that tapered down Lang’s abdomen. Lang’s cock was lengthening, stiffening in my hand. I offered it to Jessie and, when he took it in his mouth, he wore a rapt expression. I watched his lips surround the velvety head, watched him take it deep in his throat, so deep that his nose nudged Lang’s public hair.

Lang opened his eyes then, saw who it was that was sucking his cock with such reverence. “Dude, I don’t know about this,” he said, although his hips were moving back and forth, responding to the ministrations of Jessie’s talented mouth. “Jess, I don’t know . . .”

Jessie lifted his head. “Relax, buddy,” he whispered. I took Lang’s throbbing cock in my own mouth while Jessie moved to his balls. He kissed and fondled them, his finger tracing a slow, sensuous path over and behind the twin sacs. I couldn’t quite see what Jessie was doing back there but, judging from the volume of Lang’s moans, it was something extra special.

When Lang’s cock reared up hard enough to make me gag, I pulled my mouth away and moved for a better look of what Jessie was up to. I saw that he was caressing Lang’s anus, stroking and gently prodding the tight ring of flesh.

Jessie slipped a finger inside his ass and Lang moaned, spreading his legs wide. Jessie’s finger burrowed deep, his tongue tracing the same trail his finger had blazed. When Jessie’s tongue snaked into Lang’s ass alongside his finger Lang went crazy, thrusting and rearing and moaning out loud. “Shit, that feels good . . . so damn good . . . nobody’s ever done that to me . . .”

Jessie gave him a gentle push and Lang rolled onto his stomach, his ass rising high in the air. I had to touch myself as I watched Jessie tongue-fuck Lang, had to caress my pussy as Jessie’s mouth caressed Lang’s anus. Lang humped his ass against Jessie’s mouth and I could see that he was completely under Jessie’s spell, ready to submit utterly to whatever he wanted.

Jessie reached between my legs, lubed his hand on my juices, then slipped first one slick finger, then two, into Lang’s asshole. He held out his other hand and I gave him what I knew he wanted—a condom.

When Jessie withdrew his fingers to slip on the condom, I saw that Lang’s anus had opened—flowered—and was quivering with need. Jessie pressed the head of his sheathed cock against Lang’s ass, raising his eyes to me. “It’s your turn to watch, babe,” he said as he began to work his penis into Lang’s wet hole.

And I did watch, mesmerized. Jessie took him slowly, little by little, fondling Lang’s genitals as he penetrated his ass. Lang was grimacing, clutching the bed clothes with white-knuckled hands. “Shit, that hurts,” he grunted. “ Dude, it hurts . . .”

“It will stop hurting,” Jessie whispered. “Just relax. Don’t fight it.” He stroked Lang’s cock as he pressed deeper into his ass, and didn’t stop until he was fully submerged, his own balls flush against Lang’s.

They seemed suspended, poised on the edge of something. Lang’s body was rigid, clenched, his face twisted in a rictus of pain. It seemed they were soldered together, then the something gave and I watched Lang’s body relax and sink back against Jessie.

Jessie began pulsing his hips back and forth. Lang emitted a long sigh and Jessie lengthened his strokes, releasing Lang’s cock to grip his hips. Lang’s body began to move in tandem with Jessie’s, and Jessie increased the power and depth of his thrusts.

Jessie’s head was thrown back, his eyes closed and his mouth wide open, contorted with profound pleasure. Lang’s face was buried in his arms, but the murmurs coming from his throat were unmistakable sounds of ecstasy. Between his legs, dipping and bobbing freely, was the hardest cock I’d ever seen. It seemed ready to burst: skin stretched tight and shiny, its tip leaking gobs of clear juice. I had to touch it, suck it, lap up those drops of slippery precome.

I reached for it, but before I could get there Lang flung his head back. “Oh shit!” he shouted. “Oh fuck! Fuck . . .”

His cock exploded and he came, ropes of semen shooting across the bed clothes. Jessie tightened his grip on Lang’s hips, plunging ferociously, and when he came, it was with a short, sharp cry and a final thrust of such force that Lang was propelled forward, his face disappearing
into the pillow.

They rested together, Lang’s face hidden, Jessie’s still twisted in ecstasy. As his breathing slowed Jessie withdrew, removed the condom and tied it off, then dropped it to the floor beside the bed. He ran his hand over Lang’s back—a luxuriant stroke that began at Lang’s shoulder and slid down his spine to linger briefly between his buttocks—then Jessie rolled over on his back and stretched out between us, mindless of the semen spattered on the blankets.

Lang lifted his head, contemplating Jessie with a peculiar expression. Jessie met his eyes steadily, holding his gaze for an endless moment. Finally Jessie smiled, then rose up on his elbow. Lang stayed very still as Jessie kissed him, the lightest, gentlest brush of lips against lips.

Lang sighed then, his body relaxing and sinking down in the bed until his head rested against Jessie’s chest. It seemed an incredibly intimate action, far more than anything that had come before, and, watching them, I felt a sudden stab of cold in the pit of my stomach. For the first time, a nameless fear took hold of my heart.

I must have withdrawn physically, because suddenly Jessie was gripping my arm, pulling me towards him. He drew me against his side and smiled down at me.

“I love you, Jen,” he told me. “I love you so much.” And he kissed me, with the same passion and adoration I’d always known from him. I melted against him, reassured, and felt Lang touch my face.

When I looked at him, he was regarding me with a similar tenderness. “I love you, too, Jessie’s girl,” he whispered. Then Lang kissed me, as well, with a new affection and warmth.

Jessie curled his arms around our shoulders, hugging us to him. As I snuggled against his body I reached for Lang’s hand, happy to find that there was ample room for both of us there, on Jessie’s strong chest.

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