That Makes Three

Chapter Nineteen

I don't know how much time passed until all three of us were on the chair, watching some comedy show about two sisters. Laying down I placed my head in Peters lap and my feet in Roman's.

"That is so unrealistic - that would never happen at a party." Peter scoffed, his hand coming down to rest in my hair before he started to comb it.

"You'd be surprised how easy it is to get into an orgy. That happened to me once." Roman said, a finger trailing along the length of my foot before he started to massage it.

"Okay, well you don't count in this situation because things just happen to you and it's not fair."

"What can I say, I'm a lucky guy." Roman cooed, and I knew he was smirking by the tones in his voice. Peter breathed out harshly and began to twist and gently pull on locks of my hair. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the feeling of him playing in my hair, and Roman slowly massaging my calf, working his way up.

"So how long have you gone without sex?" Peter almost whispered. Roman scoffed.

"What time is it?"

"You're disgusting."

"No... I haven't done anything with a woman since Miya walked in on me and Caren in the bathroom." At this my eyes opened.

"What happened?" Peter said, turning the tv down so that it was just background noise. 

"I was... hearing voices in English and I left to hide in the bathroom. Roman was giving her head." I mumbled in a monotone voice. Roman's hands slowed to a stop. 

"Can I say something? In confidence?"

"Safe space." I uttered.

"I was ashamed. Appalled that I had done something like that. The way you looked at me... I never want to feel that again - I never want to disappoint you again." I looked at him then to see that the playful light in his eyes was gone, replaced by something I'd never seen on his face. Remorse. With a little smile I took his hand and squeezed it gently before returning to my position.

"The longest I've gone is... three months." Peter said casually. Roman whistled.

"Did your balls fall off?"

"Almost...What about you?" Peter said, caressing my arm.

"Ah you know... um..." I looked up to the ceiling and pretended like I was counting on my fingers. "Maybe... like - eighteen years?" I finished, my whole face being engulfed in flames. When they both looked at me I was sure I was the same colour as a tomato.

"You're a virgin?" Roman shouted and I kept my eyes on the ceiling. Peter hit his arm.

"It's not that big a deal, I mean we were all virgins ones -"

"- oh my god don't. Please ok? It's not like I've never wanted to. I have urges too, I have hormones too I just... I hate to be a downer but it's not like I ever had the chance to loose it. There are never new people in this town and everyone would rather lick a knife than stand next to me let alone sleep with me." I said, turning over onto my left side only to yelp in pain and fall on the floor.

"What's wrong?" Roman asked as I angled my left side towards the light. Peter knelt beside me and helped me sit up. Letting the blanket fall from around me I lifted up the dress to see that the space between my knee and hip was beginning to bruise.

"Aww." I mumbled, poking my purplish skin. When Peter's warm hand carefully caressed the skin on my thigh I felt my blood rush around my body. His fingers trailed up my thigh and down again, sending delightful tingles around to my abdomen.

"That looks sore." He said before his hand moved to the skin inside my thighs and gently squeezed. I looked up and stared at Roman, realising I was giving them a nude side profile.

"Maybe you should kiss it." Roman said, running a hand through his floppy hair. I watched as he slowly let his hand fall across his cheek and down his chest until it rested next to his thigh. Even from my place on the floor I could see that his eyes were glowing amber in the candle light. When Peter's hand trailed further up my leg I looked up to see that his lips were slightly parted and his breathing was shaky.

"Do you want me to kiss it?" He whispered. I began to nod my head wordlessly. How could I have not seen this coming? When all three of us were together, I felt so warm... in my vision I had felt so content to have them all to myself. They were so beautiful and in this moment I had to make a big decision for our relationship. Maybe this was supposed to happen.

"Yes. I want you to be my first." I whispered, falling back so that I was only propped up by my elbows as my eyes flickered between them both. Silence fell deafeningly loudly as we continued to stare at each other. Peter still had his hand on my back, and Roman sat laid back on the chair, watching us with a shadowy expression.

"Kiss her." Roman commanded lightly, a finger making its way into his mouth. My mind instantly went to this afternoon when Peter had crushed his lips against mine. The memory made my whole body feel warm and tingly as I stared into his soft face that was lit by the glow of the candle light. Lifting my hand I moved his hair from his forehead and brushed it back behind his ear before taking his face into my palm.

My heart speeding up I leant in and kissed him slowly, my eyes closing. Unlike the last, this kiss was tender, his pace matching mine. I moaned when I felt his other arm begin to wrap around me and lower me to the ground. He tasted of whisky and peppermint. It was intoxicating.

With two more long kisses he began to move his lips to my neck were he began to nip, suck and kiss. My hands made their way into his hair as I caught my breath. Looking up I made eye contact with Roman who sat perfectly still, staring at us. I stared back at him, imagining his face near mine - his full lips... I couldn't take the suspense anymore. Lifting peters head up slightly he caught my gaze and looked over at Roman too. At the same time, we each offered him a hand, inviting to join us.

Like a snake, he slithered soundlessly from the couch and onto all fours, his gaze hungry. When he straddled me I sat up to meet him, my heartbeat in my stomach as his hand made its way into my hair and he was kissing me, his thumb rubbing the back of my neck. Something inside me exploded - maybe it was my libido - and I was putty in his hands. Suddenly his touch sent my senses into a frenzy and I couldn't get enough as his tongue sensually coaxed mine into his mouth. Somewhere in the back of my mind I registered that Peters hand was running up and down my back.

When Roman pulled away I made a sort of whimpering noise as his attention moved to Peter who was staring doe eyed at us. With a smile Roman pulled Peters shirt up and over his head before their lips connected.

It was hot. Watching two people you loved make out. My bottom lip caught between my teeth as I rubbed the inside of each of their legs in slow circular motions. I wasn't surprised when I felt how hard they both were. Though I was surprised about what a hard penis felt like. A soft whimper escaped someone's lips and I felt my body groan in response. As Peter began feeling every inch of Roman, his face, arms and back, I peeled off the lacy dress I had on and threw it on top of Peters shirt. The sound of the quiet ripples of cloth against cloth caused them both to turn to me. Both slightly out of breath I watched as Peter's bare chest rose and fell unevenly. Kneeling I crawled on top of Peters lap so that I was in between them and facing Roman. With one final glance to make sure it was okay I then began to undo Roman's top jean button.