When Jason walked in and saw us together on the couch, both of us in figure-hugging gray tank tops and cotton panties, it was like he had seen a ghost.
“Oh, hey, Jason. This is Liv. My friend. Sorry I didn’t tell you, but she’s staying for the weekend while her boyfriend is away on business.”
She looked at him, their eyes meeting, and then she smiled, her best, most beautiful, sultry-eyed, plump-lipped, sweet-but-slightly-terrifying smile, and in that moment, even *I* wanted to fuck her. “Hey, Jason. I’ve heard a lot about you.”
Jason swallowed, his Adam's apple bobbing. “Hey,” he said. “Nice to meet you.”
“You too!” She reached out her hand, the movement jiggling her breasts. Jason did very well not to look at them. Me? Not so much. He shook her hand and then picked up his bag to leave.
“Well, I’ll leave you guys to it–”
“Noooooo!” Liv whined in her brattiest voice. “You should hang out with us! This is your place too! I’m looking forward to being part of everything.”
Jason’s eyes flicked to mine and I smiled.
“We’ve been waiting for you anyway! I want you to take a picture of us.” She held out her phone to him. “We haven't hung out like this since college.” She reared up on her knees. “Anyway, we look hot in our matching pajamas, right?”
Jason looked at the phone, then at me.
“Jaaayyy-soooonn,” she crooned. “Sarah isn’t the one asking, I am.”
I grinned. “C’mon, Jay. Don’t be rude to your new guest. Will you take a picture of us or not?”
He slipped his bag off his shoulder. “Of course. I’m sorry.”
He reached forward to grab the phone but when he tried to pull it away from her she held it tight for a moment longer, locking eyes with him, looking up at him. “Thank you.”
He lifted the camera and Liv leaned into me just a little, her arm sliding behind my waist, hand resting on the small of my back like we were lovers. The fabric of our matching gray tank tops clung to our bodies, hugging the curves of our breasts and bellies, the cotton stretched tight over our skin. Liv adjusted her posture, shoulders back, breasts pushed forward. I mirrored it, instinctively letting my hand settle on her hip. She tilted her head a little, her cheek nearly brushing mine, lips parted, eyes playful.
Jason didn’t move. He stood frozen for a second, phone still raised, eyes flicking down and then darting back up like he was trying to reset his brain.
“You should take a few,” Liv said cheerfully, adjusting her tank top with a small tug; a small tug that made the already thin fabric shift just enough to reveal more of the swell of her breast. It was now so low that her areola peeked over the top, and she made no effort to hide it. “Just to make sure we get some good stuff.”
“Okay…” he said, quieter this time.
I turned my head slightly, letting my lips graze the corner of her hair, and let my fingertips play with the hem of her shorts. The waistband was soft elastic. It gave easily under my touch. I felt her lean into it, her smile widening like we were sharing a private joke. And in a way, I guess we were. We pushed our bodies together, our breasts pressing against one another.
Jason took a deep breath and took the first photo of many.
From there, she understood the game quickly, and the rest of the weekend was torture. Tiny outfits. Teasing language. Snacks that required the slow use of her tongue and lips. A litany of her lingerie left across the apartment. Yes, from the moment she arrived at mine and Jason’s apartment for the weekend, Liv was in slut mode.
It reminded me of our college days, those nights where her entire outfit–panties included–would have fit inside an envelope. Thinking back to those days now, it's funny to think how seldom she actually brought guys home, just teased them relentlessly on the dance floor, her nipples hard and visible through a mesh top or her thong pulled up over her hips as she gyrated her ass against some guy’s hard cock in the club. Sometimes she even let guys stick their hands down there, to feel how wet she was. I suppose it shouldn't have surprised me what a tease she could be, and yet, the passage of time had somehow amplified it, pushing it to new levels, and for the next two days, it was like we lived in our own little porn movie, with Jason being both the audience and the only male actor.
Liv, eating a peach over the sink, juice dripping down her wrist, tongue curling to catch the sticky amber liquid but missing it anyway, the drops splattering across her cleavage. She feigned annoyance and asked Jason to clean it up. *No, I didn’t ask for a towel*, she clarified as he reached for one. *You have a perfectly good tongue, so I hear…*
Later, the two of us calling Jason to our shared room, handing him a pile of laundry comprised entirely of used thongs and lacy panties, asking if he could take care of it for us, ‘remembering’ at the last minute that the sets we were wearing needed to be washed, both of us stripping them off, exposing our smooth nakedness, placing them on the pile, and closing the door in his face, falling about giggling at how quickly his cock had tented in his shorts at the sight of us.
That evening, dancing together after a few glasses of wine, turning the living room into a little rave; Jason’s star projector set up in the corner, a visualizer on the TV, and the music turned up loud. We sandwiched Jason between us, taking it in turns to grind ourselves up and down the length of his barely concealed cock as we danced barefoot to the tunes of our youth.
At night, lying on my bed together, comparing thirst traps and nudes on our phones, rating them for how much they might drive Jason wild, sending him a collage of our favorites.
The next day, Liv bending over in front of him, pulling her panties to the side and asking him to give it a little kiss. Jason, poor sweet Jason, looked back at me for approval. I gave it with a small nod, and he bent forward and kissed her pussy gently, just once, and she shuddered with pleasure, her eyelids fluttering closed. Shamefully, watching my best friend have her pussy kissed by my roommate made me very wet.
After breakfast, both of us, watching porn together on my laptop, moaning along with the videos and giving our little comments; *oh, that’s so hot and I love it when they do that*. Jason was in the next room, listening to it all.
Or later, that quiet moment in the kitchen when I was bent over looking for something in the lower cabinet, and Liv came up behind me and started absentmindedly running her hands over my ass, looking at Jason. “She has a really hot fucking ass, don’t you think, Jay?” I opened my legs wider and she ran one soft finger along my pussy and I felt like my skin was electric. We had never done anything like that together, and feeling her hands on me felt *wrong*.
And hot as fuck.
In fact, teasing Jason was fun, sure, but what I hadn't expected was how turned on I would be by her. I kept catching myself staring at her body. At her ass when she bent over. At the way her tits moved under her tank tops. At how easily she could laugh about being a filthy slut without losing an ounce of her composure or dignity.
By the end of the weekend, the tension between the three of us had become unbearable. Something had to break.
And it did.
***
It was Liv’s final night, and Jason was standing in the middle of the living room, television remote in his hand, loading up a streaming service to find a movie. I was sitting behind him on the couch, my legs crossed, trying to deny to myself that I was wet already, two days of continuous teasing driving me a little crazy. I can’t even imagine how Jason must have felt.
“I have an idea!” Liv said cheerfully, entering the room and placing her wine down on the side table. She smiled. “Why don’t we make it a naked movie night?”
Jason let out a short laugh.
“What’s funny?” she asked, eyebrows raised.
“You’re serious?” he asked, remote control still in his hand.
Liv didn’t blink. “Dead serious.”
“C’mon, Jay. It will be fun,” I chimed in, taking Liv’s lead. It's not something we’d discussed beforehand, but I loved the idea instantly. “Get naked for us. It’s Liv’s last night and she wants to see it.”
“Would it help if we got naked first?” Liv asked. She didn’t wait for an answer, lifting her top up over her head and dropping it to the floor. Her tits were soft and full, nipples already tight. She pushed down her pajama shorts next, letting them pool around her ankles before stepping out and kicking them aside. She stood completely naked in front of us, illuminated by the soft, flickering glow of the TV.
I immediately felt a little jealous of her nakedness, of her sluttiness, and stood to join her, peeling off my T-shirt, suddenly aware of how hard my own nipples had gotten. Then the sweatpants, slow enough to feel the shift in the air as they slid down my legs. I hesitated at my panties, but only for a moment. Liv was watching me, lips curved in the smallest smile. She wasn’t covering herself or pretending this was casual. She was showing off, and she knew it. She walked to where I stood and put her arm around my waist, the side of our breasts pressed together.
”Well?”
Jason swallowed and gave a breathless laugh. “Okay. Shit.”
He tugged his T-shirt up and over his head and dropped it to the floor. I felt Liv’s thumb stroking my hip absently as we watched him, his hands shaking a little, unbuttoning his jeans and pulling them down to reveal a strained and tented mass in his boxers. Liv squeezed my hip as he took them down to his ankles and stepped out of them.
“Wow,” she said, smiling as he stood before us completely naked, erect and throbbing. “You weren't lying. That’s a very nice cock.”
Jason swallowed, his breath a little uneven.
“To be honest,” Liv said, running her hands up her body. “All this teasing has been driving me a little crazy. How about you, Sarah?”
I nodded. “Uh-huh.”
And it was true. Standing there, my best friend naked beside me, her fingers gripping me lightly, her breasts pushed against mine, all while we appraised a guy’s big hard cock in front of us…well…there aren't really words to describe how horny I felt.
“Sarah has been telling me all about how well-behaved you’ve been,” Liv said, stepping toward him and brushing her hand down his arm. “Haven’t touched yourself once, have you?”
“No,” he whispered.
“Wow,” she said, placing her hand on his thigh, very close to his balls. “You must be very desperate to cum…” She moaned. “Like…*really* fucking desperate…”
“Yes,” he said. “So fucking desperate.”
“Maybe we should let you cum now?” Liv moaned again.
“Oh my god please.”
I grinned. He was so ready.
But Liv turned to me instead.
“Why don’t you lie down and spread it for him, Sarah?”
My heart leaped to my throat. “Oh…uh…yeah, I can do that.”
They both watched as I did as I was told, lying down on the floor and letting my fingers dip between my legs, spreading myself gently. Liv placed her hand around Jason’s cock and very slowly stroked him while they both watched me. “Wow. She’s fucking soaked. Do you like it?”
Jason nodded. “I love it.”
“Me too,” Liv said. “I’m a little jealous of you, Jay, getting teased by that body all the time. Maybe we should all lie down together…”
She took his hand and guided him down to the ground between us, our bodies sandwiching his as we both giggled, his cock twitching every time one of us shifted, every time one of us trailed an absent finger across the smooth line of our pussies or pulled on our nipples. We were teasing him relentlessly now, and his eyes kept flicking between us, jaw tight, hands flexing slightly every few seconds.
“This is very naughty, isn’t it, Sarah?”
I giggled, watching his cock bob and bounce between us, Liv’s leg draped over one of his. “Very naughty.”
“Fuck,” Liv laughed. “I think I might have to make myself cum. You don’t mind, do you, Jay?”
He shook his head.
“Me too,” I said, my fingers moving in slow circles over my clit, hips tilting forward, legs spreading a little wider. I could see his cock pulsing in the corner of my vision, desperate for attention, twitching every time I gasped or whimpered. Liv moaned softly beside him, rolling her hips in little waves, biting her lip as her eyes fluttered closed. Our legs were draped over his in such a way that our feet touched.
“Does it feel…unfair?” I asked, breathless, not stopping the motion of my hand, grinding against my fingers.
“Yes,” he said immediately. “So fucking unfair. I’m going crazy.”
“Good,” Liv said, her voice breathless. “That’s fucking hot.”
I leaned in close and pressed my lips to his shoulder, still stroking myself, still aching. I was getting close to cumming, and my pussy clenched hard around nothing.
“I think…I think I’m going to cum…” I said.
“Wait,” Liv said. “Maybe we should kiss it first?”
Jason made a strangled sound in the back of his throat. I looked at Liv and grinned, slowing the pace of my fingers. “I think that’s a great idea.”
Jason didn’t answer. I’m not sure he was capable of it anymore.
Liv shifted, kneeling beside him, her bare tits brushing his thigh as she leaned in. I sat up and mirrored her position on the other side of him, two naked women leaning over his cock.
“You want this?” she asked, lips still inches away.
He nodded helplessly.
I let my fingers trail along the inside of his thigh. “Say it.”
“I want your…fucking…mouths…on my cock,” he gasped. “Please.”
Liv grinned at me over his lap. “That was pretty good.”
“Very polite,” I agreed. “Let’s reward him.”
I leaned in first, my lips brushing lightly along the side of his shaft. Just a taste. I felt him twitch under the contact, the smallest sound escaping his throat. Liv followed suit, mirroring me on the other side, her lips warm and soft as she kissed the opposite edge.
We moved in tandem, barely touching him, brushing our lips over him. Jason was shaking now, every muscle in his body locked.
“You’re doing so well,” I whispered.
Liv placed her palm gently on his balls. “Don’t cum yet.”
He made a desperate noise. “I don’t think I can stop it anymore.”
“That’s very hot,” I said, unable to help myself now, my slutty thoughts taking over. I leaned in and started licking his cock fully now, hungrily, sloppily. Liv looked momentarily shocked at my hunger, her eyes widening, and then she leaned in too, our tongues and lips meeting each other as we lapped and sucked and kissed his cock.
Jason let out a low, broken moan, his thighs trembling beneath us.
“Jesus f–” he hissed, cutting himself off, hands clutching the cushions.
We kept going, desperate, slutty, messy licks, soft kisses, our mouths brushing against each other as much as him, sharing his cock like it belonged to both of us. My cheek grazed Liv’s. I slipped two fingers into myself, fucking myself as I tasted him. Beside me, Liv was stroking herself too, one hand between her legs, the other cupping his balls, gently massaging them in her palm.
That’s when it happened.
It was sudden and overwhelming; he arched his back with a guttural sound, the muscles in his abdomen contracting as the first hot pulse of cum erupted from his cock. Liv squealed with delight, the sound breathless and filthy, opening her mouth. Another spasm shot up into the air, with a distance and force I had never seen before. I lunged for his cock, wrapping my mouth around him and feeling it pulse into my mouth for a moment before Liv pulled it away greedily and angled it at her tits, the next pulse coating her chest as he thrust up into her fist. I leaned in beside her, jealous, and it continued to spill across our naked bodies, dripping down to my pussy and running across my clit, both of us licking and kissing and groaning as his cock pulsed and jerked for what seemed like an eternity, coating our faces and our tits in an impossible and unimaginable quantity of cum.
It was the hottest fucking thing I had ever seen in my life.
Liv and I locked eyes, our fingers working as our orgasms hit in tandem, Jason still pulsing the final few spurts of cum onto his chest as I watched my best friend experience her orgasm with her face covered in my roommate’s dripping cum, a filthy and disgustingly slutty sight which only made my own orgasm that much stronger.
“Oh my fucking god,” I said, body shaking, gripping Jason’s thigh as I watched Liv throw her head back, her chest glistening.
“Fuck,” she cried. “What the fuck. That was the most insane amount of cum I’ve ever seen.” She sat up a little and ran her finger between her breasts. “Fucking look at us.”
I nodded. “I guess that’s what happens when you edge someone for a month straight…”
“I guess so,” Liv said, nodding but still looking at the mess with wide eyes. Without hesitation, she started the cleanup job with her tongue and I followed suit, finding and eliminating every last drop of cum with my mouth while Jason groaned, his breathing still rough. Liv’s fingers were still lazily playing with herself, like she hadn’t quite come down yet, and my own pussy was still dripping, still aching, and the way the warm stickiness had run down over my clit when he’d erupted; I knew I was going to remember this for a long time.
Jason still didn’t speak. He just lay there, breathing heavily, blinking at the ceiling like he’d had a religious experience. And in a way, maybe he had.
Liv looked at me over his chest.
“Oh fuck,” she whispered. “He’s still hard…”