Three in Bed: A Love and Lust Story

This story is dedicated to the real-life people who inspired it. Thank you for being dear friends, and for giving a pervert a chance to write about your early years!

Greetings perverts, degenerates, and other assorted fans of depravity.

This is a simple story, about a threesome, but with more of an emotional foundation than just sex.

But it's also very personal to me, as the three characters in this story are based on three people I have known for a very long time, and who are very dear to me.

All three characters in this fictionalized version of their earliest sexual encounters are adults, starting as eighteen-year-olds and aging as we follow them through the first few years of college.

Like most things I write, this story takes place in a happy alternate reality where people don't worry about std's, or the need for birth control.

I hope you enjoy!

IsabellaEmily

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My name is Isabella, and I met two people who would change my life while I was in college.

At that age I wasn't looking for a romantic partner. Just some fun and new experiences as I threw myself into exploring sex and orgasms with partners and set about learning just exactly how much pleasure my own body could give me.

Finding sex in college is easy. And if you're careful you can find partners who care about your orgasms as much as their own.

But finding someone who wants to explore your body's capacity for pleasure is a rare gift.

I found two of them.

As college freshmen Tracy and I were roommates, and I had a custom-built bunk bed installed in our dorm room with a desk in place of the bottom bunk and a queen-sized mattress up top.

Tracy and I often stayed up late talking and giggling and had become quite comfortable together, and one night when she'd spilled a mug full of tea all over her bed, I'd invited her to sleep with me and deal with the laundry the next day.

She'd joined me up in my top bunk and it became a regular thing for her to climb up there with me after dark.

We shared backrubs and foot rubs and whispered confessions and worries and dreams with each other in our nightly conversations, and our favorite topic of conversation was sex.

We found that we shared an almost fetish like devotion to our own masturbatory habits and to a deep love of hearing, watching, and feeling the orgasms of a partner.

One night we had a particularly intense conversation where we wondered what exactly would create the most intense orgasmic reaction in a woman, and we ended up talking about our favorite masturbation techniques.

And then, alone in the mostly dark room, we both confessed to a pent-up amount of sexual energy due to being unable to masturbate as much as we wanted to.

And that night we both ended up doing something neither of us had done before.

We masturbated together. Neither of us had ever masturbated in front of someone else before, and the thrill of cumming while someone watched was exhilarating.

It had seemed so strange and exotic that first time.

I loved feeling my fingers strumming over my clit as my body moved closer and closer to the edge of sexual release, looking into the eyes of my best friend eight inches away as she did the same thing.

And that quickly became a nightly ritual.

We'd get into our pajamas and go to bed, lighting a small votive candle before crawling under a shared blanket in my big bed.

We'd talk about school and life and guys and movies and music and everything else, but sooner or later the conversation would become sexual and we'd start whispering.

Often we'd add a backrub or some friendly handholding to this or even a foot rub. I discovered that a nice slow foot rub would get Tracy so horny she'd be squirming.

After a while we'd end up lying next to each other under the covers, and after a few minutes one of us would ask the other if she was touching herself.

And by that time both of us were, and on that cue we'd squirm out of our clothes and return to the middle of the bed, staring at each other's nakedness and trying to time our orgasms so they'd happen at the same time.

Each of us loved feeling those first pangs of orgasmic tension gathering momentum deep within us as we stared at the face of someone else feeling the exact same sort of pleasure.

I continued to explore sex with guys, perfecting my handjob and blowjob skills, and no longer worried if my partner didn't reciprocate for me.

As much as I loved sex with the various young men I was encountering, I was also infatuated with the idea of making myself cum every night staring into Tracy's eyes as a soft votive candle provided the only light.

But then one night I returned to our room and described a handjob I'd given to a particularly large cock, one that smelled of recent cunt juice.

Tracy's arousal got the best of her, and as soon as she started fingering herself her orgasm arrived, causing her to twist and grunt next to me in surprise at the intensity and speed of her release.

In an emotional post orgasmic need for contact she pressed her body against mine and kissed my neck as I fingered myself.

I loved the heat of her body and slowed down my frantic rubbing, savoring the feeling of her undressed body pressed against my own, combined with my own lust from my earlier cock handling.

A half an hour later when I couldn't hold back my orgasm any longer, she was rolling my nipple between her fingers and had thrown one of her legs over one of mine.

Cumming with her fingers on my breast and her wet cunt against my thigh was too much, and I whimpered my way through my first orgasm and then kept moving my fingers as my body leapt to a second more satisfying climax.

This was followed by a third that would have awakened the entire campus if Tracy hadn't clamped her hand over my mouth as my eyes rolled back in my head and I pounded my feet on the mattress as my entire body spasmed and shook.

My orgasm turned her on again, and as soon as my own pleasure began to ebb I took her in my arms, holding her as she fingered herself.

She took her time like I had, letting the orgasm come at its own pace without any rush, staring into my eyes as I held her breasts and whispered encouragement in her ear.

Her fingers brought her closer and closer to the edge, and I realized that I was enjoying her arousal as much as I'd ever enjoyed my own.

At last she came again, and I pinched her nipple and pushed myself against her as the pleasure made her cry out, and I held on as her orgasm coursed powerfully through her, wearing her out and inspiring us to new heights of self-exploration.

From that night on we made it a point to orgasm one at a time, each of us taking erotic delight in sharing the buildup of pleasure and the eventual loss of control as we took turns sharing our orgasms with each other.

We'd often start together, and then she'd hold me while I touched myself and after a while I'd let my pleasure back away as I held her during her own finger-play session.

We'd switch back and forth, each of us letting our orgasmic pressure build until neither of us was really in control of our own bodies, staring into each other's eyes as lustful hunger took over.

The summer after our freshman year she started dating Jimmy, and I continued my own slutty research with various frat guys and grad students. I also bought my first vibrator.

That fall we moved into a small one-bedroom apartment and added her real sex stories to my own growing list of adventures, and some battery inspired orgasms to the mix.

We put my queen-sized mattress on our bedroom floor as we groaned and screamed our way through a series of orgasms that became even more intense and erotic with the freedom to be a little noisier.

When she got serious with Jimmy, I offered to stop our nighttime masturbation routine, but she assured me that as far as she was concerned it was just masturbation, and in no way was she being unfaithful to him.

We never went any further than massaging each other's breasts and nipples or holding each other in a tight embrace or cuddling through that never-ending series of body quaking orgasms.

By our third year we'd moved into a bigger apartment, and had separate rooms, although at least twice a week we'd sleep in the same bed, and we continued our almost nightly masturbation sessions together, in one room or the other, or sometimes in the living room.

More than once one of us would be masturbating and we'd hear the other one moaning in the bedroom next door, and we'd start getting louder to encourage each other and turn each other on.

Whoever gave in and made herself cum first would have to get in bed with the other one and play with her breasts until she caught up.

By that point Tracy was in love with Jimmy, and had announced that she'd be moving in with him the next semester. I really liked Jimmy and was beyond happy for her, especially when she promised to join me as often as she could to share some orgasms.

A few weeks before the end of the winter semester we took a break from helping Tracy get moved in with Jimmy, and the three of us took a road trip to visit Tracy's parents.

To save money we planned on sharing motel rooms on the way there, with the understanding that I'd have my own room at her parents place while the two of them fucked and played in her old bedroom.

We stopped for the first night at quiet little motel on the edge of a small town, tired after a day of driving, and dreading the long miles still ahead of us.

The first night we'd swum in the motel pool and then gone out for pizza, before going to bed.

Since we were sharing a room with one bed, Jimmy had offered to sleep in a sleeping bag on the floor and let Tracy and I share the bed.

However, the heater wasn't doing a great job, and the three of us were shivering while watching an old movie on tv. Given the temperature in the room it seemed only fair to let him share the bed with us.

Tracy had taken the middle to keep things as comfortable as possible.

About an hour after we turned the tv off and I was still awake and could hear Jimmy and Tracy shifting around a bit and by the way the bed was moving it was obvious that they were cuddling and that at least one of them was awake.

But it wasn't a bit deal.

None of it would have woken me up if I'd been asleep, and it wasn't enough movement or sound to keep me awake either.

I was only awake because I have a hard time sleeping away from my own bed, and I was preoccupied with thoughts about the next day's long drive.

Besides I loved Tracy and thought that Jimmy was one of the best guys I'd ever met, so I had zero reservations about anything the two of them did together. Even if they were doing it twelve inches away from me.

At one point I rolled over trying to put the drive out of my mind and get comfortable, and I realized that there was a gentle and steady movement from their side of the bed, and that it had stopped when I rolled over.

I suspected that she'd been stroking his cock and had frozen when I'd turned towards them.

But it was also possible that one of them had been scratching an itch.

As curious as I was, I decided to just wait and see if it resumed. I made sure to stay perfectly still, and with my eyes mostly closed I concentrated on breathing steadily.

Sure enough, after about five minutes I heard the blankets rustle a bit, and then the slow and steady rhythm returned.

Watching in the darkness I could definitely make out the rise and fall of the blanket over Tracy's shoulder as it followed the motion of her arm.

What they were doing didn't bother me, but I was starting to feel a bit left out.

Not in a relationship way.

But in a purely sexual way.

I'd considered fingering myself in the shower earlier but had decided against taking the time to make myself orgasm in favor of getting dressed so we could all go eat.

Now I felt my cunt responding to the thought of her hand holding his stiff prick as she tugged him closer and closer to the point of spilling his load.

I carefully put my hand against my breast, feeling the stiff point of my nipple through the t-shirt I'd worn to bed, and feeling my nipple respond to the heat of my hand.

I didn't dare move around too much more, but I gave serious consideration to how I could slide my fingers into my shorts and make myself cum.

I decided that the only real way I would get away with it was if they were both so distracted that they forgot about me.

He surely would be distracted when his orgasm arrived, but she might not be.

I realized that the only thing to do was to just stay horny and do my best to ride out my own arousal while ignoring them.

But I kept wondering what would happen when he came.

Would he be able to stay quiet? Would she have to stroke him faster? How much of a mess would he make and what did they plan to do with his sticky load?

And then I suddenly remembered a giggling conversation she'd shared with me more than a month earlier.

We'd been having one of our usual talks about sex, when she'd told me that Jimmy produced more semen than any other guy she'd ever encountered.

"You mean it's always a lot?" I'd asked. "Or do you mean that he literally shoots more cum than other guys?"

"He spurts more than double what any other man I've been with has ever had," she'd giggled.

"Sounds sexy," I'd conceded, trying to imagine what such a heavy load would feel like shooting off deep in my cunt.

"It is," she agreed. "The first time I gave him a blowjob I thought I would drown. I really have to prepare for it or it's still a surprise. But when he pumps it into me it's so fucking amazing."

That conversation had left me wet and needing to cum, and a few minutes later when I fingered my clit to an explosive climax while Tracy massaged my nipples I'd closed my eyes and pictured Jimmy shooting his large load all over my tits, which just caused my cunt to clench harder with orgasmic spasms.

I felt guilty for weeks afterwards about the number of orgasms I had with my vibrator plunged deep into my cunt while I went over the edge imagining that Jimmy was about to unload one of his abundantly large sticky messes inside me.

And now suddenly the wetness I had a few moments ago was gone, replaced by a flood of arousal along my slippery cunt lips as I wondered how Tracy was going to handle the inevitable surge of mess.

And I realized something that had been in the back of my mind for several minutes now.

I wanted to see his cock.

I knew from her description that it was an average cock. A nice length and pleasing girth, that didn't look larger or smaller compared to any other cock she'd seen.

But somehow knowing what it was capable of producing made me want to see it. And knowing that it was hard and straining towards orgasm several inches away from me fed my need as well.

I knew that Tracy had never told Jimmy about the relationship that she and I had. I also knew that like most guys he had made it clear to her that a threesome was one of his biggest fantasies.

And now the three of us were in bed together, and if things were ever going to progress to a threesome this was probably the most likely way that would happen.

My only hesitancy was Tracy. I didn't want to do anything that might cause her any discomfort. I knew the idea of a threesome with Jimmy turned her on, however she'd never mentioned the possibility of me joining them.

Nor had she mentioned the idea of inviting him to join the two of us while we masturbated together.

I'd assumed that she wanted to keep the two relationships separate and I respected and understood that.

So I assumed that if I suddenly reached over and made myself a part of their play it might be something that she wasn't ready for.

But I continued to lay there, burning with lust and trying to come up with some way to cause them to notice me, without making it obvious that I wanted to join in.

Eventually I gave up on the idea of being included. I had resigned myself to just listening until they finished and then falling asleep horny, when suddenly I heard Tracy's voice.

"We need a towel," she whispered.

She was so quiet that I wouldn't have heard her if I'd been asleep.

"We'll aim it over the side of the bed." Jimmy whispered back to her.

"Then in the morning there'll be a giant cum stain all over the carpet," Tracy giggled. "Let's hold a towel over it. I think mine is right over there."

Silently they shifted a bit, and I opened my eyes wide and saw Jimmy grabbing a towel from the chair next to the bed.

Tracy had moved with him, snuggling a bit closer to him, probably to get a better grip on his cock.

I took advantage of their movement to stretch out one of my arms. As they settled back down, they were still for a bit, probably making sure they hadn't woken me up.

I lay still as well, and when I heard the telltale rustling of the blankets and felt the steady movement of the bed again, I took my hand and placed it on Tracy's hip.

Holding tightly onto her hip with one hand while I make myself cum with the other is something that I know she loves. I didn't squeeze or rub her, I just left my hand right there, two fingers and my thumb against her flesh and two on the elastic of her shorts.

Not firm enough to alarm her. But too light to be an accidental movement in my sleep.

I was trying to send her a message, and I hoped it was one she understood.

I was saying "Hey! I'm awake over here, and want to cum. But if I can't, I at least want to be holding onto you and connected in some small way while Jimmy cums!"

She didn't break rhythm on his cock, but I was suddenly aware that she had bent her knee and was bringing her foot up towards me.

Moving as quietly and slowly as possible I put my other hand on her foot and began to squeeze it in the same soft and slow rhythm that the bed was moving in as she fondled Jimmy's cock.

Tracy loved my foot rubs. She'd once told me that the way I rubbed her feet always made her horny, and as weird as it sounds, she'd had several self-induced orgasms while I held one of her feet in both hands and rubbed it.

I worked my thumb along the arch of her foot firmly and I suddenly heard her take in a long shuddering breath.

"What's wrong?" Jimmy whispered.

"This is making me really horny," Tracy whispered.

"What can we do without waking Isabella up?" Jimmy asked.

I squeezed her hip in time with my hand working on her foot, and she shuddered again.

"I think she's awake," Tracy whispered.

"Shit!" Jimmy whispered.

"I think it's okay," Tracy whispered, a bit louder.

"She is awake," I said. "And it's okay. I know what you perverts are doing."

"I'm sorry Isabella," said Jimmy. "It was all my idea. I'm so sorry."

"No need to apologize," I teased. "Except for the fact that it made me horny listening to her stroke you."

"Do you want us to stop?" Tracy asked.

"No," I said. "If you like I could go into the bathroom for a few minutes and give you some privacy. Or I could pretend to sleep if you want."

"You don't need to leave," Tracy said. "Does she Jimmy?"

"No," Jimmy agreed.

I smiled at how hard he was trying to keep the eagerness out of his voice.

"Want me to pretend to sleep?" I asked, moving my hand from her hip to her thigh, as I kept rubbing her foot.

"You can stay if you want," said Tracy with a shudder.

"If I stay can I watch?" I asked.

There was a long moment of silence, while each of us was busy thinking about all the possible implications of what that might mean and where it might lead.

"Just watch?" asked Tracy.

She sat up and moved to the foot of the bed, and I glanced over at Jimmy who looked back at me with an almost pleading look in his eyes.

"Well watching will make me even hornier than I already am," I said. "But I'll let you decide how I should handle that, Tracy."