Three To Tango
It was about 3 pm when I finally made it home from completing my errands. I was already out, so why not. I began to call my friends, one by one. First, I called Jeanine. She answered almost instantly. Her enthusiasm made me want to start cooking immediately. "Hey!" "What's up?" I answered. "Eating some cheerios. It's for my new diet." I thought about the ton of vegetables I bought and felt relieved that someone was going to eat it. "Well, you're in luck! I'm having a small party at my apartment with a few other friends, and you can bring yours too. I even have vegetarian options and not just salad." I grinned. She sounded even happier than when she answered. "I'll be there! When?" "Tomorrow night. I replied." "There will be wine." I added. "Count me in!" "See you there!" I replied, ending the call. I thought about calling Lindy. Maybe we would disappear a few hours in.. yeah right. I'm the host. I called everyone on my contact list, except for my freaky admirers. After my last call, I sat back, looking forward to about twelve to fifteen guests. Fifteen girls, a load of liquor. Maybe we'd paint our nails, complain about our lovers, or discuss something utterly boring that alcohol brought a certain liveliness to. I was just going to poke at a bag of chips saved for the party when Jordan called. I watched it ring, and finished my cold omelet instead.
Around eight, I couldn't bear it anymore. I picked up my phone and called Jordan. She answered, trying to sound all sexy-like. "Hey, baby." I rolled my eyes and smiled. "Hey, busy day." "That's okay" She answered. "When can I bring you this bottle? I'll even help you finish it." I looked down at my watch and checked to make sure my favorite shows weren't playing tonight. Right time, nothing on television. "Now, I miss you" I heard shuffling in the background, and she answered: "On my way in fifteen." I walked out on the balcony, and there Cassie was, taking a nap. The stars were almost perfectly aligned, and the ocean was still. No winds, only peace. I looked back inside my apartment. The wooden floors, the classic furniture, and that one pink wall my landlord let me get away with. Time flies, because after enough time of daydreaming and absorbing the nightlife, I heard a knock on my door. I walked inside, licking my lips and adjusting my hair slightly. I caught a glimpse of myself as I opened the door. What a hottie. However, instead of being greeted by Jordan, it was Lindy. I should've looked through the damn peephole. She stood outside, wine in one hand, and a chocolate bar in the other. These women really know how to get to me. "I figured we could get a quickie in.. before I get to work." What a good neighbor she was. I let her in of course, and she placed her charming items on the dining room table. I walked over to the couch, and before I knew it, the door was locked shut, the lights were out, and it was pitch black all around me. Before I could open my mouth to ask a question, I heard her footsteps approaching me, and I became short of breath. As if I had just woken up from a scary dream. I turned around, taking a step to find her in the darkness, but I bumped right into her. She gripped my body so firmly that I began to crave her dominance like never before. She began breathing on my neck and running her hands down to my thighs. "I wanted to give it to you so good when I saw you at the store this morning." She sounded so horny, and I wished we had more time. I sat on the couch, and pulled her closer, only she didn't land on the couch, on top of me. She decided to stay on the floor, facing my open legs. I remember stripping off my soccer shorts and letting her have a taste. I wasn't wearing any panties-- laundry day. She ran her legs over my thighs in such a manner that made me want to melt. I bit my lip. If I could look her in the eyes I would, but Ms. Fifty Five Shades obviously wasn't having that tonight. I began to groan in sheer pleasure, her tongue getting every single spot I tried to ignore today. I opened my legs as wide as I could, and she moaned right back. I stripped naked and slid my shirt right down her back so she could picture my naked body lying there, dripping into her mouth. "I-I think.. you should..." I started getting so sensitive. "Slow down... I'm going to..ugh..." I couldn't even control it. I was squirting in between sentences. "This feels so good!" I felt my face intensify with heat, and my back arched deeply as I felt this sensation; like I was being shocked, but in the best possible way. My eyes had adjusted enough to see her silhouette and my dog walking into the house. I was going to get up, but Lindy pushed me back down firmly. She got up, turned on a light, and licked her lips clean as she scanned my fridge for her usual post-sex snack. With nothing but a large body pillow to cover up, I caressed Cassie and watched as she went to greet Lindy. As they interacted, my phone rang. It was Jordan. I had forgotten all about her. "H-hello?" I answered nervously. I hope you can't hear the post-orgasm in a person's voice, I thought as I heard her answer. "I left a few minutes ago... I'll be there in ten minutes." "Okay." I answered as discretely as possible. "Text me." The call ended, and I dressed myself up, walking over to Lindy, who was now eating one of my apples. "Going to work now?" I looked her in her sexy, dark brown eyes. She was just a bit taller than me. I wanted her so bad. Right here, on the kitchen counter. "Yeah. Why, got someone coming over?" My heart dropped. "Nah. Got a movie to watch." She looked at my T.V, and back at me. I kissed her in a seductive manner that ended in less than two seconds. She would definitely be back tomorrow. "Come and give me a longer session tomorrow night." I began walking towards the door. She followed behind me, grabbing her keys. "I'll call you after work." She grabbed my butt, kissed me again, and walked out of the door. What I wouldn't have given to drag her into my bedroom, and lock the door.
