Ash

Natalie Cho leaned back in the passenger seat of my car, one long, pale golden leg resting next to the sideview mirror. Her tiny cut-offs had ridden up, somehow. I didn't think they had anywhere to go as they barely came to the tops of her thighs, but now they were pressed snug against her pussy, a fact I kept noticing every time I looked over. Her graceful hand tapped out the rhythm of the Peter Murphy song playing on the stereo as she gazed out over the baking desert. The hot wind ruffled her bubblegum-pink hair. She'd been growing it out all year and it was the longest I'd ever seen it. She'd taken to tying it up in two buns like she was Chun-Li.

We were on the sizzling blacktop between Los Angeles and Las Vegas in the middle of a summer day that felt like an oven. An oven with a breeze. That was also in an oven. I tried to pay attention to the shimmering road ahead, but a single droplet of sweat ran down Natalie's graceful neck next to her pulse. All I wanted to do was taste it en route to her mouth.

I've always said that the problem with Natalie is not that she is completely irresistible. The problem is that she knows it. As though she could read my mind, she turned, her delicately slanted eyes hidden behind her sunglasses, her cupid's bow lips twisted in a smirk.

"My stars and garters, Ashley James Campbell is giving me the fuck me eyes."

I laughed. "I don't think I can spare the moisture. Besides, in a little over two hours, we'll be able to fuck in the comfort of air conditioning."

She moaned. "Right now, I'd take that over the sex."

"That'd be a first."

"Desperate times, my love."

"Next time, we'll make the drive at night. Live and learn."

"Oh, we're going back to Vegas a lot?"

"We could be Vegas people. I'll start wearing bowling shirts, get a pompadour..."

"You're joking, but I don't hate that idea."

"What, really?"

"I think it'll look good with your whole thing." She gestured at me, as though summing up my being.

"My whole thing?"

"You know, the whole film school nerd growing into his looks thing," she said.

I laughed, reaching over and putting a hand on her thigh. "Thanks, dollface. Oh, and happy birthday."

"Thanks. What's this big surprise?"

"You know what a surprise is, right?"

She stuck her tongue out at me. My hand wandered over and found a place on her thigh. "Can you give me a hint?"

"You're gonna love it."

"You're already promising me a concert and a nice dinner and I know you're gonna hit this, so..."

"So..."

"Is it bigger than a breadbox?"

I wanted to distract her. My hand migrated from her thigh to the button at the top of her shorts, and with a flick of my wrist, undid it. "What about boxes?"

"And what ever could you be doing?" she mused.

"Don't know what you mean," I said, sliding the fly down. I slipped my hand inside the tight denim.

"Oh my," I said, my hand resting against her rapidly moistening folds.

"I go without underwear and it takes you this long to notice," she teased.

"I was driving!" I protested.

"Well, you can...oh." Her thought was obliterated by a moan as I slid my fingers over her turgid button and into her pussy. She rocked against me, throwing her head back.

"Yeah, let's see how well you talk now."

"Shut up and keep fingering," she sighed, clamping her thighs around my hand and rolling her hips. She came loudly not too long after, pulling my hand from its work, sliding my fingers into her mouth to lick them clean. "Okay, well, that killed fifteen minutes," she sighed.

Natalie

I'd never seen Vegas before. I was a PNW girl. Ash acted like this was just something people in L.A. did, and he pretended the drive wasn't all that bad. I think he got blindsided by how long it ended up being, but I wasn't going to hold it against him.

After all, this was my birthday.

As the city came into view, this decadent glass-and-steel oasis in the middle of the punishing desert heat, I looked over at the man driving. Warmth, the good kind, not the kind currently trying to turn me into a prune, bloomed inside me. I used to be annoyed with how much I loved him. Now? He was spending way too much on a birthday weekend. He was perpetually broke, working at the lowest rung of the film industry, but he'd saved up to show me a good time.

I still had another year of college before graduation, but when it was done, I had every intention of moving in with him. Never thought we'd up here considering how we got together, but it felt right. Ash and Natalie, Natalie and Ash. Didn't hurt that there was often a third name in the mix, and it wasn't always the same one either.

The pleasant feeling in my belly sent happy tendrils through my body. I squirmed in my seat, wondering if he might give me another handy. No, the best things come to those who wait. Better get myself good and revved up and after the concert, then I could do things right.

Normally, after a schoolyear ended, I flew right home. I'd see my break-girlfriend Morgan for a couple months, play too much soccer, and work in my local multiplex. That was still on the agenda, but this year, I'd stuck around to play house for a week, which would culminate in this birthday weekend. Then on Tuesday I'd fly home to Olympia, and start things up with Morgan. Maybe I'd get to meet her girlfriend this summer. Maybe I could get Ash to fly up and the four of us could have a good time.

And now I wanted another handy again. Great.

We drove onto the Strip, and I had to admit, there was nothing like it in the world. It looked like a mall crossed with a theme park, and pedestrians were wandering out drinking yards of alcoholic Slurpees. Seemed like the perfect place to celebrate turning twenty-one.

"Which one are we staying at?"

He nodded to a cramped skyline where skyscrapers crowded around a miniature Statue of Liberty, all behind a rollercoaster. "Only one place for the number one Scorsese fan."

"It looks like a Terry Gilliam movie."

"The whole city is a big prank that got out of hand and now everyone's too embarrassed to say anything."

We went inside, and the roar of the casino wasn't something I was prepared for. Banks of electronic games were arranged haphazardly that beeped and booped in an endless cacophony. The air was a mix of piped in perfume and stale cigarettes. After being out in the desert, the atmosphere was a relief. Ash made his way through the lobby and to this day I have no idea how he knew where he was going. We checked in at a desk that looked more like the front of a bank, and they gave us our room.

We rode the elevator up to the ninth floor and made our way down a hallway. This whole place felt like a maze. There was a movie here, and I was willing to bet Ash had a half-finished screenplay on his laptop all about it. I'd ask him later.

The door opened. The room was ritzy, or at least it looked that way to a broke-ass college girl. The bathroom was directly inside on the right. A queen-size bed took up the center of the room, pointed at a big flatscreen. A small table and a pair of chairs sat over by the window. The décor was mid-century modern, making the room look like it was right out of Mad Men. I went over to the window and got a nice view of the street below and the casinos across the way. In the late afternoon, Vegas had a kind of tawdry beauty that momentarily awed me.

"Nat?"

"What's up?"

"I forgot something at the desk." He jerked a thumb over his shoulder. "I'll be right back."

"I'm going to take a shower," I said. "Get ready for the concert."

"That's a good idea."

Something was going on with Ash, but I couldn't quite put my finger on what. He was a bit jumpy for no reason I could figure. Probably the birthday surprise. If they came out and sang at the steakhouse later, I'd know for sure. That was exactly the kind of cheesy thing that would annoy me if anyone other than Ash was behind it. Actually, it would still annoy me if he did that, but the difference was I'd forgive him.

I stripped out of my clothes by the window, a tiny thrill of being exposed, though I knew that the odds anyone was looking was astronomically small. I still posed in front of the window for a bit before realizing that with the tint, even in the infinitesimal chance someone was looking, they still wouldn't see me. Oh well, their loss. The bathroom was spacious and white, a mirror along one wall. A glass shower stall stood in one end, and on the other, a giant tub with jets. I stared at it for a bit, then decided that would be later, maybe post-concert, with company.

I put my bag of toiletries on the counter, then turned on the shower, and stepped into the spray. I washed the day off me, scrubbing myself with the soap. After a moment of consideration, I fetched my shaving stuff from my bag. I did my pits, my legs, and finished up by giving my pussy a fresh shave. Wasn't much there, but I wanted to have the old girl perfectly smooth for Ash tonight.

When I finished, I found Ash standing outside the stall, head cocked, staring. I struck a little pose. "Anything you like?"

"Everything."

"You can have the shower next."

"Next?"

"You're not getting anything until my tummy is full of steak and my ears are full of Peter Murphy. Then if you're very lucky, you will be able to cum inside this temple."

He smirked, and again I felt like I was missing something. "You're right, you're right." He wandered out of the room and I had a pang of regret right as I imagined him pressing me up against the wall of the shower and fucking me until I screamed. I shivered and turned off the shower, toweling myself off. It could wait. That would only make it better.

I gave myself a once-over in the mirror. I had the body I'd earned from years of collegiate soccer, all long and lean lines of sleek muscle. I loved my body and I wanted to maintain it. Next year, I'd be jumping into Hollywood and I'd be starting at the bottom where Ash was now. He'd been putting in crazy hours for little reward, and it had started hurting his confidence. Thankfully, he'd started to get a little traction.

This past January, he'd been working on a low-budget thriller and he'd happened to get snowed in with the star, a former model named Anna Call. He'd spent a week charming the pants off her, and she'd liked his writing. He's a good writer and I'm sure the sex they'd been having hadn't hurt. He's good at that too. I was glad he'd finally taken that green light he'd had since the beginning of our relationship. I just wish I'd gotten a chance to be with Anna too. I was as big a fan as he was, even if he's seen her first.

I went from appraising my muscle tone to pay attention to my smooth pale gold complexion. It was a unique shade and I loved it, a gift from my Chinese dad and white mom. It glows under the right light, and sometimes I get little gold freckles in the summer. My breasts aren't big, but they're buoyant, and I have small, cute nipples. My pussy might be my best feature, a shapely mound with a modest slit, but open me up and, well, I'd never had any complaints in taste, shape, or aroma.

I leaned to the mirror and started my makeup. I didn't wear much normally, but I did have an eyeliner addiction. My eyes are my best feature, wide and catlike, with a pretty fold at the corners. They're brown, but depending on the light that can be chocolate all the way to a burnished gold.

I have a heart-shaped face and frankly, I always thought my lips could be a little fuller. I have a beauty mark on the right side of my cheek that I've always been fond of. One time in high school, I made it darker so I could be Marie Antoinette for Halloween. My teachers did not like the guillotine prop.

I redid the buns on top of my head, getting them nice and even. It was a new style, and I kept thinking I'd chop it all off down to my normal pixie cut, but I liked the novelty for now. When I could afford it, I planned to get a two-tone dye job. Maybe that would be my gift to myself after my first movie job.

My goal for makeup that night was goth, but not too goth. Goth adjacent. Goth curious. I put on some dark lipstick, a touch of foundation, and then went absolutely nuts on my eyes. Put me in a black tank top and jeans, and I could pass for Death from Sandman, and leaned into that with some heavy eyeliner, complete with a little curlicue from one down to my high cheekbone.

I put on the outfit I'd picked, a sleeveless and short black babydoll minidress, and a black velvet choker with an ankh. The last bit of the outfit, my big black platform boots, would complete the ensemble.

I came out of the bathroom to find Ash on the bed, watching an old episode of The Simpsons. "Holy god," he said when he got a look at me, Homer's drunken post-chili cookoff rampage immediately forgotten.

"You can still call me Natalie," I said, giving him a curtsy. "Now go get cleaned up. And no spanking the monkey either."

"The monkey will go unspanked," he vowed, giving me another perusal on his way to the bathroom.

I got out of the way. I didn't want him to give me a smack on the ass like he sometimes liked to do. He'd find out I wasn't wearing panties and that was a revelation I wanted to save for later, when I could really fuck with him.

He came out of the bathroom in black, a Bowie shirt, tight jeans, and boots. It looked good on his lean frame. He had done his thick, dark hair up in something like a pompadour, and I'm pretty sure that was for my benefit. His usual Buddy Holly glasses completed the ensemble.

"You're too cute," I said. "I just want to smoosh your face."

"It's all yours," he said.

I stood on my toes and brushed my lips over his. "Smoosh," I said.

"Let's go, gorgeous. Dinner and then a show."

He took my hand and we went out the door. We rode the elevator down to the lobby, and though it was hours later, it was like no time had passed. I'd even be willing to bet that the same people sat in front of the same machines with the same expressions on their faces.

"We're gonna gamble, right?" I asked. My attention went to the real tables. Blackjack seemed fun.

"I was thinking tomorrow? Maybe after checkout?"

"Ugh, and then the drive back."

"You can sleep the whole way," he said, putting an arm around me.

I leaned into him. The thing about Ash was he always made me feel taken care of. "I can try."

Ash

My eyes were glued to Natalie as she moved. The babydoll dress she'd chosen was short, and whenever she moved, the skirt flared, teasing me with a glimpse of smooth pale gold flesh. On the way to the restaurant, she turned once, and I saw the bottom of her ass for just a moment. I saw not a swatch of material, so it was clear she'd decided to wear a thong. I felt myself hardening. I had been wanting to fuck her all day, but I'd held off. There was, after all, a surprise in store for her.

The idea of her in a thong was enough to make me pop already. And focusing on Natalie, when she was looking like she was, well that didn't exactly lead to longevity. I could already feel a cold spot in my underpants. There'd be a nice spot of precum there when we finally got down to business.

We ordered and they carded Natalie. When she produced her Washington State license with a flourish, the waitress grinned. "Happy birthday. First round's on the house."

The steakhouse was more than I could afford, but then, so was the whole trip. In for a penny. And looking across the table at Natalie, that made it all worthwhile. She was looking around the fancy surroundings like she couldn't believe she was here, then she caught my eye, and went from sweet to smoldering in the amount of time it took a firework to catch.

The steaks were as tender as butter and the drinks were like sweet fire. As good as it was, the better part was the way Natalie enjoyed it.

"You know, I could get used to this," she said.

"We'll get there. You just have to graduate."

"And you have to option a screenplay."

"I'm closer now than I was."

She looked me in the eye. "You will get there. You're smart and talented and an incredible lay."

"How does the last part factor in?"

"It doesn't. But I thought I'd mention it."

"I do appreciate the vote of confidence."

A grin spread over her face, and then she turned serious. "I love you."

"I know."

"Solo'd me," she teased.

I paid the check and we walked one casino, through the crowds of tourists to the theater. It was intimate, a bar-style setting with an open dance floor surrounded by stools and tables, with a balcony above. Natalie, as expected, made a beeline for the press of bodies already assembling in front of the stage. I would be her backstop. Though between the two of us, she was in far better shape, I was also about half a foot taller and had the force field that a person like me tended to have.

Besides, that meant she would be pressing back against me. When the man himself took the stage, Natalie popped, throwing her arms in the air and cheering. She could say she was mostly gay all she wanted, but I was smart enough to know that if Peter Murphy gave her a shot, she'd take it.

He launched into his set, bombastic and romantic, the heavy bass thudding through us. Natalie danced, as much as the cramped environs would allow. This meant her grinding back into me, her ass running over my crotch in ever-tightening circles. At first, her touch was light and random, but as it launched into her favorite song, the song we'd fucked to too many times to count, "Mirror to My Woman's Mind," her dancing changed.

She moved her ass, finding where I had swelled against my leg. Her cheeks slid on either side of me, up and down, side to side. The fingers of sensation ran up me, plucking away the parts of my brain that recognized that I was in public, and this would be the wrong place to lift her dress and fuck her. I imagined it, her body covered in a glittery sheen of concert sweat, me plowing into her again and again until I filled her. Lines of pearly cum running down her thighs.

I found myself touching the tops of her thighs where the hem of her dress brushed against the skin. She danced closer, now insistently. She was now pressing hard, sliding up and down my length, demanding. It was as though she had the same fantasy as I. She wanted me, and I needed her. I knew this was stupid. I couldn't do this, but I also couldn't resist. As I said, the problem with Natalie wasn't that she was irresistible, it was that she knew she was irresistible.

My fingers slid up her hips, hunting for the band of her panties. Maybe I would slide my hand inside the elastic, give her another round of what she'd gotten in the car. I was supposed to wait. I'd been told, but Natalie was like a drug. Fingering her in the middle of a concert venue was a sudden fantasy, but no less powerful for its immediacy.

I brushed my fingertips high over her hips, where I could feel her muscles coiling, and the touch of her pelvis. I found nothing there. The thought, in big, neon letters, hit me. Natalie isn't wearing underwear. That dress was so goddamn short, one false move, she'd be showing off everything she had. I'd caught glimpses, I just assumed the line of a thong was between her golden ass cheeks, but no. There was nothing at all. And somehow, the absence of that thin line of material was better.

She felt me make the realization, pressing her ass hard against me, the stroke slow and powerful. My cock strained against my pants. I needed to be inside her. I leaned over her shoulder, kissing her graceful neck, relishing the savory taste of her sweat.

"Surprise," she purred.

"I want to fuck you so bad."

"You're gonna." She reached behind me, wrapping an arm about my neck. Her grinding was harder, running up and down in maddening strokes. I kept thinking she would catch her dress on me, that when she went down, the dress would stay and she would be exposed. Maybe it would, maybe it did. We were hemmed in, too close, the music seducing all of us. The orgasm boiled in me, ready to spill out. I was perpetually half a heartbeat from pulling my cock out in the middle of the theater.

I was half mad by the time Murphy got off stage. "Come on," I said, grabbing Nat's hand.

"He might do an encore," she giggled.

"I might do an encore if we stay any longer."

Her giggle became a laugh as I pulled her through the casino. We must have looked like maniacs, out in the artificial afternoon of an indoor Vegas night. I pulled her to me in the elevator to our room, crushing her lips to mine. Her eyes were bright. She always loved when she made me lose control.

She reached between my legs, caressing my turgid length. "Right here," she breathed. "Fuck me right here."

"No. I've got a surprise."

She leaned back, unwilling to let go of me. "What kind of surprise?"

"You'll love it."

The elevator opened, and I pulled her to our room. I couldn't wait a single second longer. The keycard beeped, showed green, and I opened the door.

"You're early," said the voice inside.

Natalie stopped short, gawking at the woman now rising from the chair in the corner of the room. The woman was wearing a blue evening gown that hugged her hourglass figure. Her long red hair was down around her shoulders in summery waves. Her wide, blue-gray eyes sparkled with amusement at the sight of Natalie struck dumb.

"Hey, Anna," I said.

"You were right. She is a fan." Anna said, greeting me with a soft kiss. She turned to Natalie. "Hi, I'm Anna. Happy birthday, Natalie."

"You know my name."

"Of course I know your name. Your boyfriend won't stop talking about you." Anna hugged Natalie, and my girlfriend hung onto her for a long time. Anna disengaged with a chuckle. "Come on, sit down. I got dessert."

She gestured to the table where a plate of strawberries, a small chocolate fountain, and champagne chilling in a bucket sat. This had been part of the plan too. I'd tried to pay, but Anna correctly pointed out that I was a Production Assistant who was only starting to get his screenplays in front of the right eyes, while she was a leading lady, albeit of direct-to-DVD movies. It was 2011, so streaming wasn't really a thing yet.

We settled down on the bed. Anna popped the champagne and we started to nibble at chocolate strawberries.

"I can't believe you kept this secret!" Natalie said.

"If I blabbed, it wouldn't have been a surprise," I said.

"Still. I'm impressed."

"I'm real happy to finally meet you." The champagne had freed Anna's Kentucky accent, and it was always lurking just off camera ready to make an appearance.

"Oh, god. Me too. When Ash told me he met you, I just about lost my mind. You want to hear something funny?"

"Always."

"I've been giving him the green light..."

"Green light?"

"To date other women. Anyway, he's had it forever, and when he finally makes a move, it's on a real life pinup girl."

Anna laughed. "He didn't really make the first move."

"What?"

"I climbed under the covers with him."

"I should have known better than to think Ash turned into a Casanova."

"He knew what to do when he had me, that's for sure. But yeah. That was my move. It was real cold up there, and I figured I could either be cold alone, or I could be cold with the cute guy downstairs who was the one man on production who didn't proposition me within five seconds of shakin' my hand."

"Oh yeah, his cute earnest thing. I hate that it's such a panty-dropper."

"It's the reason you're celebrating a birthday with Anna Call," I pointed out.

Natalie raised her glass. "To my adorable boyfriend."

"It was quite a week," Anna said, her eyes sparkling. "Snowed in, all there was to do was...well, what we did."

"Ugh," Natalie said. "It was so unfair that I was stuck at school."

"Ash mentioned that. Sorta what I'm here for...thought we could celebrate your birthday and make up for lost time."

"Oh yeah?" Natalie said.

"I take it you're game."

"Shall we get started?"

"On that subject," Anna said, setting aside her champagne and rising. "I brought something." She opened her bag and pulled out a pair of handcuffs with padded bracelets and a long chain.

"Interesting," Natalie said. I could smell her pussy from where I sat. Lines of moisture ran down her thighs from underneath her tiny dress.

"For him," Anna said. She turned to me. "Ash, hon, arms up."

"Very interesting," Natalie said.

"Do I need a safe word?" I asked, obeying. Wasn't like I could say no to either one of them.

"Lockhart," she said with a wink. That had been the name of her character on the movie we met on. She hiked her gown up, straddling me. Her heavy, teardrop-shaped breasts were in my face, and drank in the subtle scent of her perfume. I longed to reach for her hips, to guide her over my cock, but this was her game. She cuffed me to the headboard, and kissed me on the nose. "Stay put," she said. "Time for the girls to play."

"Wait," I protested, but it was too late for me to do anything other than watch.

Anna got off me and went to Natalie, now waiting at the foot of the bed. "What do you say, gorgeous?"

In response, Natalie pulled the babydoll over her head. She was nude, save for her little choker. Her pussy shone with juice, and her eyes were smoky with desire.

Natalie

I'm about to fuck Deanna Michelle, I thought to myself. No, her name was Anna Call. I was getting the real her, not the persona she used when posing nude. This was a genuine woman, alive and hot and here for me. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Ash, handcuffed to the bed, watching with a mixture of horniness and disappointment. He was about to get a hell of a show.

Anna turned about, showing a sculpted back. "Help me?"

I moved my hand to the zipper at her neck. With trembling fingers, I lowered it, the dress blooming to reveal her skin and the blue clasp of her bra. Her skin was a pale bronze. She shimmied once, and it fell to catch on those hourglass hips. My gaze caught on the dimples over her ass. One more shimmy, and it fell away, revealing a tiny blue lace thong.

She turned about, catching me stating, and broke into a brilliant smile. "Like what you see?"

My mouth was suddenly dry. "Very much."

She stepped to me, hips swinging back and forth. As a soccer player, I was used to more athletically-built women, long-limbed willowy things with well-built legs and slender silhouettes. That's what I tried not to ogle in locker rooms anyway. Anna was in amazing shape, but she wasn't built for a sport the way I was. She was built to look at, her muscles under a thin and buttery layer of fat, making her sleek and inviting. She was all soft curves, a bedroom in human form.

She stepped to me, her hands finding my waist. Her fingers were like tiny coals. Her whole body radiated warmth, like she had a fire burning inside her. I laughed, and it came out as a half-gasp.

"What?" she asked.

"I can see how you kept Ash warm."

"You cold?"

"A little."

"Let me help," she said, closing the rest of the way. She was only a couple inches shorter than me, so our lips met far more easily than they did with Ash. Our bellies pressed together, her skin burning mine. Her kiss was soft, but aggressive, her tongue pushing into my mouth and sliding over mine. One arm looped around my waist, the other my neck, holding me. I found the curve of her hip, barely able to process the fact that I was holding the woman that had been a regular feature of my masturbation fantasies for a year now. Her heat had fried whatever higher functions I'd had.

Anna stepped away, reaching behind her and undoing the clasp of her bra. It fell away and her breasts swung free. They were works of art, not only large, but well-shaped, with pretty, puffy nipples. Between her and my girlfriend, it was just possible I was a breast woman. Fun to learn these things about yourself. I took one in my hand, so heavy and soft. Her nipple, thick like the end of her pinkie, hardened under my touch.

"I love your tits," I said.

"I was just thinkin' how much I liked yours," she said, giving me an electric caress.

I moaned, reaching for her, and she caught me, sucking my lip between hers. I found myself pulling her panties down, just to get rid of them. I couldn't have anything between us. I needed to feel that heat, and I knew the source. She stepped out of them, never breaking our liplock.

Then, another jolt as her hand found my thigh. Her touch was light, trailing up my skin. They felt like embers, tracing paths of fire to my center. When she parted my lips I gasped, holding onto her shoulders as she slipped between my folds.

"Oh fuck," I managed as her hot finger ran up my sex. I moved, trying to get that finger to run over my clit, but she moved away.

She cocked her head, watching my reaction as she gave me another stroke, then she leaned in to kiss me hard. I was rocked back, and squeaked into her mouth when her finger slid inside me.

She grinned. "You're just about ready to pop."

I gasped, grinding against her hand. "I might have been pregaming at the show."

She pulled her finger from me, putting it into her mouth and sucking my spicy flavor from it. I kissed her hard, my tongue finding some. I loved my taste, but I loved it more when it was in her mouth. "Now," she murmured, "you're the birthday girl, so I'm gonna take care of you."

"I think I'd like that too," I said, my voice rusty.

"Good. I'm gonna make you cum so hard, baby."

She flashed her brilliant smile as I lay on the bed. Ash watched us, a hungry look in his eyes. His cock strained against his pants. I thought about freeing it, but this was funnier. Let him stew for a bit, and when we let him go, he would be that forceful, slightly out of control Ash that always made me cum harder. I blew him a kiss as Anna fell on top of me. I luxuriated in the feel of our bodies pressed together, her nipples hard against me, mine sparking as they ran over her skin. She was so soft and smooth I could have cum just picking a spot and rubbing on her.

Anna's mouth went down my neck, her hot breath raising gooseflesh and making the hair on my neck stand up. She kissed and licked me, finding my breasts. I let out a ragged moan as her mouth closed over one of my breasts, lashing the nipple, worrying it gently between her teeth.

I had been working on my orgasm since I'd decided not to wear panties that morning. First the drive, with the denim of my shorts pressed hard like the insistent hand of a lover, then the cool caress of the casino air on my pussy had been intoxicating. The thought that at any moment, someone could get a look at my sex had me roiling through the concert. A naughty secret of my own.

I felt the first trickle of my juices in the venue. Drops of my arousal, freed by the thudding bass and the sensual music. And then, I had begun grinding. I had taken Ash's hard cock between my ass cheeks and massaged him. Since I'd given him my ass the previous summer, I'd started to crave anal. Not every day, not every time we fucked, but from time to time, I just needed it. It made me feel so wonderfully taken. I was going to ask for that night, but that was before I knew Anna was waiting. Now, I had an even more specific fantasy, one that if I thought about too hard, I was liable to cum before Anna's mouth even reached my pussy.

Her breath washed over my flat belly. I flexed, my sixpack momentarily revealed against my taut skin. Her tongue washed over my belly button. Then a kiss right above my bald mound. I thrust, trying to get her to cover my slit with her tongue, but she moved, drawing her teeth along the sensitive skin of my inner thigh.

Her mouth was everywhere except my center. She was an electric, spots of fire all over me. I groaned, trying to find her. My hands went to her head, tangling in her thick red hair. I was undulating now, my whole body a wave as I frantically thrust into Anna's face.

I felt her lips at the top of my sex, pressing a soft kiss into the skin there. And then her tongue ran in molten traces up and down my slit. I threw my head back, my throaty moan filling the room. In scintillating strokes, she teased me apart, penetrating me, playing me like an instrument. She was always moving, sometimes outside, more often in, up and over my button, down and into my sex.

Her touch was gentler than either Ash or my girlfriend Morgan. The lightness of it drove me insane. With each new exploration, I felt her echoed on me. Her tongue running up one side, I felt it in gooseflesh on my back. She kept at me, and I was a mess, covered in sweat, moaning and cursing, writhing like a landed fish.

Her finger slid into me, first one then two, and she crooked them. The spark hit me, and my eyes opened and I screamed, and then her mouth clamped over my clit, sucking hard. My whole body seized as every one of my nerves caught fire. I was a volcano, and Anna's mouth was drinking the spilled magma.

I came forever, the ecstasy hitting me in wave after wave. I all I could feel was the blazing heat of her mouth on my pussy. Finally, I went limp against the bed, Anna crawled up me. Her soft breasts squished against my side, and she kissed me. "Happy birthday, beautiful."

"Oh, fuck," I managed.

She giggled. "Tell you what, how about you take a breather, and I'm gonna help out our man."

Ash

I watched Anna eat Natalie to the orgasm of her life. I watched their sweaty bodies writhe on the bed while their scents hung heavy in the air next to Natalie's increasingly desperate moans. Now my gorgeous girlfriend lay on the bed, breathing shallowly, her body shiny, while Anna crawled to me, a predatory look in her gray-blue eyes. Her mouth glistened with Natalie's juices.

"You feelin' neglected, handsome?" she teased.

"Uncuff me and I'll show you."

She grinned. "Nope. You're stayin' like that for a little bit." She straddled me, kissing me deeply, giving me a sample of what she'd gotten from Nat. "You didn't tell me how good she tastes."

"Had to surprise you somehow."

She ground herself over my crotch. "Well, I think you should get a little reward." She undid my pants, pulling them and my underwear off in a flourish. My cock popped up, hard and proud. I was already glistening with sweat and precum. Anna licked her lips. "Hello there, Mr. Campbell."

She gave me a lick, from the base of my cock up to the head, then a second. Her tongue was molten syrup on me. She took me in her mouth, pushing me past her teeth, her tongue busy. She bobbed her head up and down over my cock, her hand following, milking me. I had just watched her eat Natalie to an explosive orgasm. My own was coming fast. It was an explosion blooming from my belly, and I was John McClane, leaping away.

"Anna, I'm gonna cum," I gasped.

Her mouth came off me. "Already?" She continued to stroke me lightly.

Natalie crawled to us, leaning over and kissing me on my cock head. "He's not allowed to cum in your mouth."

"He's not? Do tell," Anna said.

"I want him to cum in your pussy. Is that okay?"

She nodded, shivering. "Yeah," she said softly.

Natalie smiled, "Good." She passed a hand between Anna's legs, making the redhead shiver. "This won't take long. You feel like you're ready to go to me, and I know he is."

Anna moved up, and Nat angled my cock to Anna's opening. Then, the gorgeous redhead sat down, taking me in her. Her pussy was hot, at the edge of burning, and I felt my entire body light up as I impaled her. She uttered a deep moan. "Oh, we gotta do this more often," she purred.

I had lost the power of speech. Anna's hips started to roll, easing me in and out. Natalie watched, her eyes alight. She leaned in, kissing the top of Anna's pussy where she and I met. Anna yelped. "Oh god!"

Anna's stroke was a thing of art. She rolled her hips forward and up, then lifted herself along my length before coming down hard to take me all the way. Natalie's grin widened, and she straddled me behind Anna. As Anna rode my cock, Natalie caressed her body. She ran her hands over Anna's belly, to massage her breasts. She worried Anna's nipples between her fingers, her palms swirling over them. She kissed Anna's neck, grinding her hips against Anna's full ass.

I reached for Anna and the cuffs clanked. I could only move against her, thrusting up with each roll of her hips. Natalie kissed Anna's neck, looking down on me with amusement mixed with arousal. Her fingers teased down Anna's body, finding the top of her slit.

"Oh god!" Anna called out.

"Nat's fine," Natalie purred in her ear. She continued to strum, and Anna's movements grew jerkier, control leaving her moment by aching moment. Anna could always be vocal, or at least she had been when we were snowed in at a remote cabin together. Now, she found new heights, a high-pitched cry as she sat down on me and Natalie's fingers swirled over her button.

Her body was an inferno. Her heat closed around my cock, rolling it, milking it, burning away everything but the impossible pleasure of it. I opened my eyes, only then realizing I'd closed them, and my gaze met Natalie's, looking over Anna's shoulder. Her expression was catlike. Her lips quirked in a smile, and she flicked her wrist.

Anna screamed, coming down hard on me as her body succumbed to quaking. That was enough, her fire blazing out of control now and engulfing me. I felt myself pumping all the energy of the day into Anna. Fingering Nat in the car, the sight of her in that short babydoll, the feel of her grinding against me while the bass fucked us both, the realization she had gone commando when one false move could give the entire city a free show, and finally the sight of the two most beautiful women I'd ever seen having sex two feet away and me being unable to join them.

I was a flood. If I tried to put out the fire, that was impossible, but I could join it, my own molten core spilling into Anna. She screamed again, pressing down hard, grinding her hips as though to pull the last bits out of me, to accept me all the way inside her. I felt like I had splashed past her womb, to her spine, flowing up her nerves and heart, and into her head.

The orgasm lasted forever. We finally came back to earth and Anna was pillowed on me, her breath ragged. Natalie sat next to us, stroking Anna's back. After a moment, Natalie unlocked the cuffs and set them aside. I took off my shirt and held Anna, enjoying the feeling of slowly softening inside her.

"Don't you two sluts fall asleep," Natalie said. "The birthday girl has one more wish."

"Just give me a minute," I said.

"Mmmhmm," Anna said dreamily. She pushed herself up, kissing me lightly, then she gently dismounted. My cock was cold in the room after her warmth. Anna lay back. Her pussy was covered in pearly cum, more dripping from the bare lips.

Natalie was staring at it too, and I worked out what she wanted.

Natalie

Inspiration is a wonderful thing. I'd been watching Anna suck Ash's dick, and bam. Light bulb, choral music. I thought of something that turned my insides into liquid. All that remained was setting things in motion. Fortunately, getting them to fuck hadn't exactly been hard. The two of them had been so goddamn cute, and they'd cum like rockets in each other. It was a sight I would never get over.

Now Anna was on her back, Ash next to her, each coming back to Earth. I was on my side cuddled next to Anna. Her skin was still so hot, like she burned with fever, but it was just her. Just how she ran. I kissed her shoulder, then the side of one breast.

She giggled tiredly. "You're gonna kill me, Nat."

"Nope. Just going to make you extremely tired."

"I'm real sensitive..."

"I'll take it slow. Besides, my boyfriend made an awful mess in your pussy. Wouldn't you like somebody to clean it up?" I looked up, and met first Anna, then Ash's eyes. Both of them stared at me in horny, bug-eyed disbelief. I believed at that moment they'd have invaded Troy if I told them to. That was what I wanted, this feeling of ultimate power in ultimate supplication. I would be used by the both of them, but in so doing, I would be their queen.

"Oh fuck," Anna said. A knowing smile spread over Ash's face.

"Get the lube," I said to him. His grin got wider. I moved up over Anna, crouching tigerish over her body. I began to kiss her overheated flesh, just light touches of my mouth. I wanted every inch of her. Every inch I had fantasized about while rubbing myself off. Now it was mine, at least for the night.

I found my way between her legs. She had a mole, no, a beauty mark, above her slit, a strand of pearly cum over it. I ran my tongue across it, and she shivered. I took Ash's salty juice into my mouth, savoring the taste, and letting the two of them watch me. That was the best part, the way they stared, making every hair on my body stand on end. I felt like I was being licked by electricity itself.

Her pussy was below me now, the single modest slit smeared with my boyfriend's semen. As I was momentarily mesmerized, her scent hit me in a fresh wave, that summery aroma with a touch of musk, undercut with Ash's unmistakably beachy smell. I brought my nose close and sucked it in. Then I looked at Anna, her eyes wide, her legs spread, and I kissed her thigh, right where a drop had fallen from her pussy. A lick of my lips and she shivered, the new tide of an orgasm already rolling in.

I cleaned her skin. Everywhere I found a bit of Ash, a drop of Anna, I licked. I held their flavor on my tongue, mingling. The two of them tasted like summer on the shore, one of those days that seems to last forever and is over before you know it. I barely noticed Anna trying to angle my mouth to her center, because I was hardly thinking of her. This was the dessert I wanted, not strawberries and chocolate, the mixed cum of these two people.

An electric sensation pulled me back. Ash's hand ran over my pussy, then his fingers entered me in an easy, gentle stroke. I felt his thumb resting on my anus. I wiggled my hips, pushing back, but the bastard wouldn't penetrate me. He kept teasing, fucking in and out of my pussy, his thumb stubbornly still. The longer it stayed there, the more the anticipation trilled my nerves. He knew what I wanted, and he was going to keep me waiting.

Then his hand was gone and I heard the lube. The sound purred through me, and then, when I felt him again, he pressed a finger into my asshole. I whimpered with the sudden intrusion, my tongue flickering into Anna's pussy. I found deposits of cream, gleefully swallowing every last one.

Then, his fingers were gone, leaving me empty, but before I could get forlorn, I felt him pushing at my ass. I relaxed, and in a blaze of sweet agony, his cock was inside me. I quaked against it, the orgasm annihilating any kind of higher thought. And then he began to ride me. It was the feeling I craved. I was so used, so thoroughly taken, that I could do nothing else but have my entire world shattered with pure ecstasy.

Ash

Watching Natalie eat my cum out of Anna was the hottest thing I'd ever seen. It hadn't been a fantasy before, but it certainly was now, and judging by how close to her own orgasm she'd been, she liked it at least as much as I did. She came as soon as I took her ass. I wasn't that much further behind. Though I'd gotten the easy one out of the way, I'd been in al ow-grade buzz of sexual need since the morning. The second wasn't that much harder to get.

I could only try to prolong, and Natalie's ass was ideal. Always tight, she had the perfect grip on me. She was open, and with the lube, I was only in her for a few hard strokes before a second orgasm roared out of me. I filled her with hot pumps of my own juices, shuddering against her. The quakes that shook her body had only become weaker as she steadily came down, but one last one, triggered by my own orgasm, rocked through her and she moaned hard into Anna's sex.

Then the room was silent, save for the breathing of the three of us. I gently pulled out of Natalie, who lay there apparently spent. I took a moment to find my balance. Impulsively, I leaned over, kissing Natalie between her shoulder blades, then Anna on her lips. "I'm gonna clean up," I said.

An exhausted Anna nodded. I stepped into the shower and soaped myself up. As the shower rinsed me, I heard the bathroom door open. A moment later, the toilet flushed. I turned off the shower and stepped out of the fogged-up cubicle. Anna, still nude, was washing her hands at the sink. Our eyes met in the mirror as I toweled off. I saw happy exhaustion in her gray-blue eyes and knew she saw the same in mine.

"You have to marry that girl."

I laughed. "Funny you should say that."

"What? Wait, is that why we're in Vegas?"

"No, no," I said, hanging the towel up to dry. "I didn't mean now, but yeah. I'm in love with her."

She smiled. "It's in your eyes and in hers. I love it."

"Yeah, so I always thought I'd propose or whatever, but she's still in college. We haven't really even lived together yet. Played house for a few weeks here and there, but it's not the same thing. I figure she graduates, moves in with me, then maybe in a year, I'll pop the question. But I'm gonna do it right. Flowers, chocolates, fancy meal...and because it's Nat, probably strippers."

Anna's smile widened as she heard me describe something that had so clearly been on my mind. Then her eyes flicked from me, over my shoulder to the bathroom door.

"You want to marry me?" Natalie stood in the doorway, bracing herself on the jamb. She was amazed, exhausted, happy.

"Wasn't how I wanted you to hear it, but yeah, Nat. More than anything."

She took a wobbly step to me, and fell into my arms. Her mouth found mine. "No," she said softly. "I mean, yes. But not right now. I'm not going to be married in college."

"That's a yes," Anna said, clapping her hands.

"That's a yes," Natalie confirmed. She kissed me again. "I love you, you giant nerd. Now it's my turn in the shower."

She went in, and I couldn't stop grinning. I couldn't get over the surreality of accidentally proposing to my girlfriend while we were naked and hanging out with our third, who was also nude. Anna hugged me tightly.

"I'm so happy for you."

I squeezed her. "Thanks, Anna."

She let me go, putting her hands out. "Okay, I'm not sayin' that I'm maid of honor material..."

"Let's not get ahead of ourselves. Not exactly setting a date here," I said. "Besides I bet she's got her girlfriend Morgan penciled in for that job."

"What about you then?"

"I don't know if I have a maid of honor."

"A best man."

"Oh. My brother sucks so not him...maybe my friend Elliott?"

"What about me?"

"Oh! Huh. I mean there's nothing in the rulebook that says a dog can't play basketball."

"I'll be the Air Bud of your weddin'," she said. "And isn't it a tradition that the best man gets to run through a couple bridesmaids?"

Natalie stepped out of the shower, and I handed her a towel. She was still a little coltish after the sex. Seeing that I messed up the way she walked was always a bit of an ego boost.

Anna looked over at the tub. "What do you say we run that and all relax in there for a little while? Celebrate this happy news?"

"That sounds perfect," I said, and I turned on the faucet, sitting on the lip to get the warmth just right.

"I'm gonna go get the champagne and strawberries," Anna said. "But before I go, I just want to remind the two of you, when it comes to the bachelor party, and the bachelorette party for that matter, remember what I used to do for a living."

"You were a nude model," Natalie said promptly.

"And who that means I know."

Natalie and I looked at each other. The realization hit us at once. "Nude models."

Anna sauntered from the room, her hips rocking like a pendulum. "And I know a couple who would love to meet the two of you."

"You can be the best man!" I called after her.

"She wanted to be a maid of honor first!" Natalie protested.

A short while later the three of us were in the tub, the warm water and rushing jets loosening tired muscles. Anna stood, and I couldn't help but stare at the water beading over her perfect body. Her pussy was just below the water line, her mound barely peeking over the bubbles.

She filled each of the champagne flutes, pressing them into our hands. "A toast," she said. "To my favorite couple. I couldn't be happier than to be the first to congratulate the two of you lovebirds."

"Cheers." We clinked our glasses and drank.

Anna set the glass down, a grin quirking her lips. "Now, who's up for round three?"