Bosom Buddies Ch. 08

They broke apart so fast you'd think they'd been struck by lightning.

"WOW..." they both giggled, licking their lips.

I didn't quite understand what was going on. Talia and Rachel kissed like five thousand times a day. What had been so special about that one?

Seeing the confusion on my face, Talia promptly licked the ice cream off her spoon and yanked me towards her mouth—

"Wow," I agreed.

Her lips were freezing cold, and sweet from all the ice cream. The surprising sensation sent my brain spinning like a top. She pulled herself away—too soon for my taste—and gave me a sultry smile:

"Ice cream-kisses."

I don't know if chilling our lips with ice cream was at all erotic, but it sure was fun. The girls made an effort to get their lips as cold and sugary as possible before embracing each other in another sexy lip-lock.

"That's so weird!" Rachel giggled at her girlfriend, "Even your tongue is cold!"

With growing arousal, Talia kissed me again. It was quick and intense, not so much a display of affection as it was an emergency attempt to vent the overwhelming charge of manic energy building inside of her body.

While we kissed, Rachel applied a fresh bite of ice cream to her lips.

Talia's lips swung from me, to her girlfriend, and back again, over and over—our combined excitement growing and multiplying with each kiss. After just a few minutes, Talia was on fire. Our silly game of ice cream foreplay was forgotten as we all fell onto the couch, Talia in the middle, Rachel and I on either side, playfully taking turns making out with her.

In the wake of all those damn tests, I felt invincible, and I brazenly lifted my hand to grab one of Talia's big boobs through her shirt—in full view of her girlfriend.

Rachel took her lips off of Talia long enough to throw me a disapproving frown, and I hesitantly released the breast I had been so happily groping. But Talia just grabbed my hand and put it right back on her chest. Rachel met her girlfriend's hypnotic eyes, clearly a bit nervous about where this was heading. Talia leaned in to whisper:

"Please baby, can we? You know how much I fantasize about this."

Rachel's eyes went wide, more nervous than I'd ever seen her before. My feelings of invincibility started to crumble as a wave of guilt washed over me. Rachel had been pretty accepting to let Talia fuck me back at the cabin, but that had been out of sight, out of mind.

This was different. Rachel looked from Talia, to me, to my hand on her woman's breast—

"Okay," Rachel breathed, "if it'll make you happy."

Talia rewarded her with a deep, lover's kiss. Their eyes closed in ecstasy as their tongues danced before my eyes. Memories of voyeuristic thrills smashed into my brain as they went at it—memories of them making out in my van, memories of their naked breasts splashing together in the hot tub, memories of Rachel's tongue on my stomach and Talia's tits in my mouth.

The last of Rachel's uncertainty melted away in that kiss, and by the time they pulled apart, she was grinning.

Talia leaned in towards me. Her lips brushed against my cheek. In a husky, seductive voice, she whispered, "We're gonna have a threesome now, if that's okay with you."

I nodded my obvious approval.

In response, Talia bit down on my earlobe. My hand involuntarily squeezed back around her nice, big tit. Across from me, Rachel grabbed hold of Talia's other breast, and together the two of us groped and fondled the softness of our friend's bosom, gently rubbing her nipples through the velvety fabric of her shirt.

Talia threw her head back and sighed, those beautiful eyes hooded in pleasure.

Rachel and I teamed up and got Talia undressed in half the time. I peeled off her skintight shirt while Rachel unzipped her skintight pants, leaving the stunning, exotic beauty dressed in nothing more than a navy blue g-string. Rachel planted a devilishly quick kiss between her lover's legs—no more than an appetizer.

Purring with excitement, the nearly-naked Talia, plopped face-down onto the sofa, stretching herself out like a cat. I made an appreciative whistle, my eyes drawn to the string of fabric tucked sexily between the globes of her butt. "Rachel, your girlfriend has a really nice ass."

"Mmm, I know," Rachel responded, giving the ass in question a firm groping.

Still fully clothed, Rachel and I explored Talia's supple, slender, out-of-this-world body. Our hands and lips travelled across her every curve. I couldn't help myself—I snagged her g-string and tugged it down, letting my fingers slide teasingly down into the crack of her ass as I went.

Talia squirmed on the couch, pointedly pushing her butt up into the air to give me access to an even more sensitive spot. I met Rachel's eyes—filled with mischief—and the two of us simultaneously pushed our middle fingers up between Talia's thighs until we were knuckle-deep in her wet, eager cunt.

"Oh my God."

She let out a gasp and grabbed hold of the couch cushions for support. A second later, Rachel and I started moving our fingers inside of her—different directions at different speeds. I watched with fascination as Talia instinctively tensed her amazing buttocks each time I gyrated my wrist.

"That feels so fucking... so fucking... rad," she moaned, buzzing from the unfamiliar sensation of two different people fingering her at the same time.

Talia's butt was taunting me, waving back and forth in front of my face like that, so I leaned down and took a little bite—playfully clamping my teeth down onto the tight, warm skin of her left ass cheek.

Rachel could only stare at her lover's anxious pussy for so long before the urge to taste it became overwhelming. Gingerly, she withdrew my finger from Talia and urged the girl to roll over, onto her back.

The motion made Talia's tits jiggle quite nicely.

Rachel crawled between Talia's legs until she was able to nuzzle her cheek against soft black curls of pubic hair. Her tongue drifted eagerly downwards into Talia's slit, prompting a moan. Talia arched her back in pleasure, throwing her breasts towards the ceiling.

I was hypnotized by the sight—until Talia's lustful eyes snapped open and stared at my cock. Her hand fluttered out to feel the swelling in my jeans, caressing the shape of my hardness—

In an instant, I had my pants on the floor and my thick, naked cock pointing right at Talia's beautiful face. I leaned down beside her and lowered length of my shaft across her mouth. Her head rolled lazily back and forth, trailing soft, wet kisses, and I could feel her tongue gliding across the rigid underside of my penis.

When I was at maximum hardness, she twisted her head to the side, gently gripping me with her hand and maneuvering me inside her cheek so she could suck on the head of my cock.

The gentle, moist sounds or oral sex filled the room—Rachel going to town on Talia, and Talia on me. I could smell the arousal in the air. Talia's free hand dropped to the head between her legs, clutching Rachel's dyed neon hair and forcing the girl's mouth firmly against her snatch. Rachel whimpered in ecstasy, overwhelmed by the sweet, hot honey pouring onto her tongue.

Talia's naked hips bucked up off the couch, violently humping Rachel's face—

Talia came. She came with my erection still wedged between her lips.

When her body finally stopped shaking, Talia gave my dick a final, satiating suck and let it slip from her mouth. I was hard as iron, glistening with her saliva. Still a bit weak from orgasm, Talia stared at the erection an inch from her face and gestured down between her legs.

I picked up Talia's nude body—her skin hot to the touch—and gently set her down on the carpet, spreading her thighs and kneeling between them while I teased her pussy. Given the fact that the situation had me horny as hell and I hadn't gotten off for nearly two weeks, I think I showed admirable restraint in not just pounding away at the poor girl.

Beside us, Rachel couldn't take her eyes off the sight of a man's penis rubbing across her girlfriend's most intimate area. I couldn't help but think that she was dealing with the same strange cocktail of emotions I had felt the first time I watched Stephanie wrap her lips around Simon's cock. I'd felt jealous, and bitter, and aroused beyond belief—all at the same time.

Still panting, Talia grasped Rachel's hand and smiled, "Baby, you've got too many clothes on."

The sweet reassurance in Talia's voice snapped Rachel from her trance. Talia and I both watched in fascination as Rachel stripped off her tee shirt and let those braless boobs bounce free. With my eyes still on Rachel, my fingers slipped underneath Talia's body and grabbed hold of her fabulous naked butt .

A second later, Rachel's underwear was but a forgotten memory as she lowered herself onto Talia's mouth. She breathed out a luxuriating sigh as she made contact, as if she were sinking her sore muscles into a Jacuzzi. Her hands rested atop the healthy mounds of her lover's breasts.

Rachel stared between Talia's thighs, where the girl's sexy hips were writhing; begging against the touch of my penis. Slowly but surely, she lifted her eyes to meet mine, and, holding her breath, gave me a tiny nod of assent.

I couldn't wait one second longer. Choking out a groan, I buried myself to the hilt inside Talia's scorching body. Her legs wrapped tight around me, clamping against my butt, holding me in place. Sated at last with the fullness of my cock, Talia moaned in fierce ecstasy, rewarding Rachel for her generosity as the vibrations from those moans reverberated throughout the entirety of her petite body.

Talia's hips were squirming so much I literally had to pin them down to the floor just to continue fucking her. To get a better angle for my thrusting, I leaned forward, bringing my face mere inches from the bouncing flesh of Rachel's bosom. Those breasts looked so sweet and beautiful, I almost took them in my mouth—stopping a millimeter away as my pleasure-fogged brain realized that Rachel probably wouldn't be into it.

Man, her breasts were beautiful. They were barely a handful, but I'd spent every single day in AV Club enjoying the way they swayed braless beneath her shirt. Over Spring Break, I'd watched Talia fondling those puppies day and night—watched her suckling on them in the hot tub. And it wasn't that long ago that I'd actually had a crush on the lovely Miss Rachel Klein.

So believe me when I tell you it took a lot of willpower to keep my distance.

Rachel let out a sexy moan that shook her breasts before my eyes.

My willpower had its limits. Overwhelmed, I let myself fall those final few inches, until my face collapsed against Rachel's chest. I could feel her nipples burning against my cheek, and couldn't help myself from rubbing my face back and forth against them.

The added stimulation must have really gotten to her, judging by the way Rachel started sucking in air. With shaking, hesitant hands, she let go of Talia's boobs and instead grabbed hold of my head, forcibly twisting it around—until my mouth was on her tit. I gave her a lick, and she was in heaven.

I suppose I was, too.

I didn't delude myself that Rachel was attracted to me. It wasn't me that Rachel was moaning over, it was the wicked stimulation of a hungry tongue on her breast. But that didn't mean I couldn't enjoy myself. I devoured Rachel's little tits with reckless abandon, licking and sucking while I eagerly fucked her girlfriend.

Between us, Talia was on pleasure overload. Having a guy and a girl on her at the same time was something she'd been dreaming about ever since she'd admitted to herself that she was bi. Her hands clawed up hungrily at us, scratching at the muscles of my chest and squeezing the globes of Rachel's ass.

Talia's second orgasm hit so suddenly that neither Rachel nor I even saw it coming. Her body shook and spasmed between us, until she had to pull her mouth off of Rachel's cunt just to catch her breath. Rachel had been so close to cumming herself that she actually shouted, "No!" when Talia's lips broke contact.

Still a bit delirious, Talia immediately started rubbing her impatient girlfriend to keep her buzzing, all while panting, "Oh my GOD you guys... This is so awesome. Thank you both so much."

I nipped at Rachel's chest and she bit down on her lip in pleasure. Her fingers traced lazy spirals in my hair. Talia caressed our nude bodies in gratitude, dazedly muttering, "I want you two... to have sex... while I go down on you."

"What?!" Rachel shouted.

"You want me and Rachel to have sex?" I wasn't sure I'd heard her right. I was so close to blowing my load inside Talia's sexy fucking body that I didn't trust my own ears. I pulled out of her to clear my head.

"I promise it'll feel good," Talia cooed to Rachel, "And I'll be right here, the whole time."

Rachel was going crazy with lust, but even so, Talia's request seemed outrageous. Rachel took a long, considerate look at my cock before her desire to cum overwhelmed her sexual preference.

"Just fucking do it," Rachel growled. She was so horny it was practically making her angry. She spun around on Talia's face and dropped down onto her hands and knees, presenting me with a killer view of her adorable ass.

Everything felt surreal as I scooted forward along Talia's body, dragging my crotch over her smooth, toned stomach and finally resting my butt atop the fullness of her breasts. Inches above Talia's face, my raging cock pressed up against Rachel's hot, beckoning pussy, my very tip piercing her folds—

As if on cue, Talia's tongue kicked into action, drenching both Rachel's cunt and my half-buried erection with a series of wild, lustful kisses. It was incredible; more intense physical stimulation than I'd ever felt in my life.

The last of Rachel's reservations evaporated from the heat of Talia's tongue. She gave in completely to the situation, pushing backwards until she had taken me—every inch of me—into her tight little body.

"Aaaahhh!" she wailed, dizzy from the overwhelming pleasure.

I felt Talia's nipples go hard beneath my butt and glanced back over my shoulder to see the exotic beauty feverishly rubbing herself to another orgasm.

Rachel and I were quick to join her. Having been the principle recipient of Talia's oral attentions, Rachel came first, shivering uncontrollable around my cock.

"G-G-God!" she sputtered, her teeth chattering around the word.

I pulled out of Rachel just as the dam inside me burst, my cum erupting all over Talia's strikingly beautiful face. I think I actually screamed.

We all collapsed in an exhausted heap on the floor. The ice cream had melted.

After we'd all cleaned up, I excused myself and headed out. Things had gotten a little out of control, to say the least, and I figured Rachel and Talia probably had a lot to talk about. I wasn't a part of their relationship, I was just lucky enough to be caught in the blast radius when Talia's hormones had kicked in. It was time to give them some privacy.

.....

After an afternoon like that, you'd think the day would forever be remembered amongst our friends as "the day Ian had a threesome with Talia and Rachel," or, "The day Rachel got so horny, she actually had sex with a guy." But it wasn't. Wild as the story of our threesome was, it was a mere footnote in comparison the day's main event:

The day Talia came out to her parents as bisexual.

After I left, Talia and Rachel had made love again, just the two of them. I don't know what happened between them, but whatever it was, it sealed the deal.

Talia was head-over-heels for Rachel, and she wanted her parents to know. No, it wasn't an attention-seeking phase, and no, it wasn't an experiment. There had been tearful praying in her mother's native Korean, and angry shouting in her father's native Spanish. Eventually, her dad had stormed out of the house and come back drunk at three am.

All told, it sounded pretty fucking awful.

Still, I've heard stories of worse. At least Talia's parents didn't do anything vehemently idiotic, like throw her out of the house or disown her. Things gradually got better between them, though after that night Talia spent a lot more time away from home.

It got me thinking about my own relationships—if they could even be called that. When I learned what Talia had put herself through for Rachel, I began to question if maybe, just maybe, my "totally casual" dating philosophy wasn't totally missing the point.

.........

"But, who do you WANT to invite?"

Stephanie mumbled the question through a mouthful of cheeseburger. Prom was just a few weeks away, and I had yet to decide who to ask. If I didn't do something in the next day or two, there was gonna be drama. I just shrugged, imagining the faces of whichever girls I didn't invite.

Stephanie clicked her tongue impatiently and took another bite of her cheeseburger. Since she had started dating Simon, Steph and I rarely got to hang out, just the two of us. After months of awkwardness, it was a relief to finally be able to spend five minutes alone with my friend without—uh, without...

I was staring at her cleavage again. Dammit.

"I don't know, Steph! What would you do if you were in my situation?"

"Listen, I want you to try something. This is an acting exercise I do whenever I'm having trouble with my character."

"But I'm not acting. I'm me."

She waved a disapproving french-fry at me, harrumphing:

"I'm trying to help!"

"Okay, okay!"

Stephanie took a comically thoughtful sip of her milkshake and then cleared her throat, affecting a soft, soothing voice:

"First, stop looking at my boobs and close your eyes."

Laughing, I obliged her.

"Now, imagine you're driving through town. You're driving that same shit-box minivan that you crashed into a truck last month."

"Check."

"Shh! Now, you look at yourself in the rear-view mirror. You look good, maybe the best you ever looked. Shaved. Nice fresh haircut. You're wearing a tux. You straighten your bowtie."

I did my best to play along.

"Now," she continued, "you pull up in my driveway."

"Why your driveway?"

"Shh! Because that's where all the girls are finishing their makeup and stuff. Anyway, you hop out of the car, anxious to see how beautiful your prom date looks in her dress. Anxious for her to see how good you look in your tux. You knock on the door. It creaks open—there she is, the girl you're taking to prom!"

I said nothing. I just opened my eyes. Stephanie looked at me, expectant:

"Who did you see?"

"It's not that simple."

She narrowed her eyes and set down her milkshake with such force that it splashed onto the table. I wasn't getting let off the hook any longer. I looked at the floor, and quietly confessed:

"Liz."

A flood of unwelcome images paraded through my brain. Images of Liz snuggling up to me for our photo together, images of us slow dancing beneath the twinkle lights of the ballroom, images of that night; of steam on windows...

Stephanie shook me back into the moment, cheering:

"Well, there you go! That's great!"

"No, it's not great! Don't you and Liz talk anymore? Things are already weird between her and me. It's already gonna be hard enough watching her leave at the end of summer. If I take her to prom, she's gonna feel even more like my girlfriend. No, we're keeping things casual. I don't know who I'm asking to go with me, but it's not Liz."

Stephanie deflated. We went back to eating and dropped the subject.

The next day, some guy named Josh Peterson asked Liz to prom and she said yes. Josh was tall, friendly, and, if the army of girls always chasing after him were any indication, preposterously good-looking.

Good, I told myself. That just makes everything easier.