Two Girls and a Drink

He needed a drink. Or five. All this stress was giving him a migraine and he wasn't too happy about it. Clara was coming over in a few minutes and he needed to figure out what to say to her. Things had progressed between them since the high school reunion and he hadn't meant for her to find out this way. It wasn't his fault he was attracted to two women. And it certainly wasn't his fault they both decided to befriend each other while he was dating both. He made sure to tell them it wasn't exclusive, but somehow, it all blew up in his face.

He sighed heavily as he heard the doorbell to his apartment ring. He dragged himself away from his bed and walked across the living room and looked through the peephole of the door. It was Clara, and she didn't look too happy. He bit his bottom lip, suddenly consumed with dread as he opened the door and let her in.

"Before you say anything, I just want to say–" he started but she grabbed his face in her hands and kissed him roughly, grabbing onto his polo shirt collar. He was surprised at first, but let himself enjoy her lips, her tongue colliding with his hungrily. He pulled her against him, both of them falling back onto the couch as they continued to kiss. He removed her clothes, piece by piece, until she was in nothing but her black panties. He groaned at the sight and turned her over beneath him, dipping his fingers between her cheeks, down and into her wetness. She was tight and ready for him. He continued to circle at her clit, making sure her inner walls were completely soaked to make room for his hard and long shaft. Her caramel colored skin looked beautiful against his dark complexion and he squeezed her cheeks before entering her. She moaned against the sofa cushions, pushing herself backwards, harder against him. Her round backside met his pelvis with each thrust, both of them filling the room with noises of pleasure.

His thoughts scrambled in his mind as he buried himself deeper and deeper in her walls, loving how warm and wet she felt. He continued to fuck her from behind, losing himself into his pleasure, that he almost didn't hear the doorbell ringing again.

"Don't answer it," Clara said as she moaned, her swollen and pink lips caught between her teeth. He obeyed her, and ignored the doorbell, and closed his eyes, continuing to pound into her.

But whoever was on the other side of the door was persistent and kept ringing the bell. He slipped out of Clara, then cleaned himself in the kitchen, grunting in frustration as he pulled up his shorts, and walked over to the door. He made sure Clara was decent before opening it and in came Ariel with her fiery hazel eyes and long brown hair. He noticed she was wearing a dress that she normally wouldn't wear, the complete opposite to Clara, whose street style he found attractive. Ariel wasn't the aggressive type. She was more of the intelligent and quiet type who always said something he didn't understand, and for some reason, he was intrigued by it.

"Ariel, what...what are you doing here?" he asked and hoped she didn't notice Clara glaring at them.

"I came to tell you I'm not willing to give you up so easily. I refuse to let that...that girl, ruin what we had," Ariel said in determination. Clara stood up, crossing her arms, her dark honey colored eyes stared at him.

"Clara? She's here too?" she asked angrily, and both women glared at him. His eyes widened, and he silently prayed he'd get out of this situation alive.

"Look, ladies, I'm sorry. I didn't mean for things to turn out this way. I like you both. I have fun with you both. But I can't have you both. And I'm sorry that I was dumb enough to hurt either of you because I couldn't keep it in my pants," he confessed and they both seemed to be satisfied with his apology, Ariel more than Clara. Clara was more hot-headed than the Ariel, one wrong move and she'd more than likely make you live to regret it.

"So, you like fucking both of us, huh? How did that feel?" Clara asked, her piercing glare glued to his face. He glanced over at Ariel, who stood next to Clara, her arms crossed, waiting for his answer.

"Uh, both of you are amazing in bed and I just couldn't help myself," he answered nervously and Ariel's eyebrow shot up in surprise.

"What did you like the best from each of us?" Ariel asked as both women started walking towards him, his feet moving backwards into his bedroom slowly. They were probably going to kill him, slowly, torturing him until he begged for death. He knew he deserved it.

"Do I really have to answer that?" he asked and both of them nodded as he tripped briefly over one of his sneakers in his room but regained his balance quick enough to keep it together.

"Yes," Clara said and began to take off her clothes. He stood there confused, wondering what their plan was exactly. But as soon as Ariel started to remove her clothing, he finally got the hint.

Both women pushed him onto his bed and he watched them both, willingly falling into their seductive trance.

He'd never felt this aroused before. He watched as Clara's hands reached her breasts and squeezed as she straddled his face and grinded into his mouth. Ariel moaned loudly as she sunk down onto his thick and hard erection, her tightness causing him to groan into Clara's wet folds. Clara's moans began to get louder and he knew she was close. But she wasn't done yet. Clara pulled at Ariel's hair and made her kiss her large breasts. She liked them, her tongue and lips worked their magic on her sensitive peaks. But Ariel wanted both of them under her control so she managed to pull her off of his face and she collapsed on the bed beside them. As Ariel rode him, her fingers slipped into Clara's wet opening. She felt soft and hot, wet with need. She'd have to take care of that soon. But the thrust of his hips against hers was increasing and his mind couldn't function. His hands gripped her hips and she dipped her hips into him, thrusting deep and hard, all three of them panting frantically. Clara reached up to Ariel's breasts and squeezed hard, pinching her nipples. Ariel whimpered and pulled her so she could tend to her breasts as her fingers rubbed her clit. Their shared movements all increased, but before they could all climax, he switched places with Ariel and she was now at the bottom.

He pumped into her with no inhibitions. They all switched places again, but this time, Clara was at the bottom, Ariel lowered before her as he took Ariel from behind. He entered her from the back and she moaned loudly, with whimpering impatience. She licked her lips before placing Clara's thighs over her shoulder. As he rode her, Ariel licked and suckled at Clara and her panting increased. Ariel felt Clara's muscles contract around her mouth just as her own began to contract around the thick and hard dick plunging into her. The sounds of moaning and grunting filled the room as they all climaxed, one by one.

He collapsed in the middle of both of them, their legs rubbing over his as they touched him and kissed him.

Before he knew it, his eyes closed and sleep consumed him.

When he awoke, his grogginess and blurry vision made it hard for him to notice it was late into the night. He looked at the expensive watch on his nightstand and rubbed his eyes. It was two in the morning and he finally noticed neither women were next to him. He wondered where they had gone and then noticed the bottle of sleeping pills with the cap open and a glass of water half empty next to it.

Was it all just a fantasy?