Elliott Mabeuse - Triad

“Open it Lance,” ordered my girlfriend, “I think we all could do with a drink.

Sandy, weren’t there strawberries too?”

“I put them in the fridge. Should I get them?”

“No, but if you could hand me my wine glass while our big, strong man opens this bottle…”

I took the hint and finished pulling the cork with a satisfying “pop”. As though the sound had broken the tension I sensed Sandy relaxing and felt myself do so in response to her. I have always responded to the emotions of those around me. I took the glass that Gena lifted before me and filled it halfway and then turned and did the same for Sandy. I glanced into her eyes as I returned the glass to her and saw that the calm from the truck had re-entered their blue gleam. Acting on instinct, I brought her hand to my mouth and kissed her fingers before releasing the glass. I turned to pour myself a glass and set the bottle down. Before I could turn back to the girls I felt two sets of hands settle on the shoulders of my jacket.

“Lance,” said Gena, “take a drink and then set down your glass and stand up please. You’re a little overdressed for this party. Here, Sandy, would you set this down for me?” Gena handed her already empty glass to Sandy as I turned and got to my feet.

Gena rose with me, while Sandy took a quick slug out of her own glass and then set both aside. Each of the girls took a sleeve of my leather and pulled it out and then gently down my back. Gena tossed it out of the way in the direction of the dining room.

She cast a meaningful glance at Sandy.

“Arms up sweetie,” said the blonde I had been lusting over for more than a year,

“Shirt’s next.” Sandy drew the old tee shirt over my head and handed it to Gena. “Damn, Lance, I know you eat. Where does it all go?” Sandy ran her hands down from my head and trailed out along my arms to my wrists. “Come over here to the couch, honey. We need to get those boots off.”

I silently did as I was told and sat on the couch while Gena unbuckled one boot and Sandy the other. Gena smiled over at Sandy and the conversation started up again like it had in the truck, like I was not even there.

“I told you, Sandy, my baby is all lean muscle. Skinny, yes, but a hard body. I think it is all the practice and the sweating under those hot lights. Do you like?” My right boot came free into Gena’s hands and was summarily dismissed to join the jacket in the dining room, sock and all.

“God, yes. Strong but not showy. Not that I mind a little beefcake, Gena, but this is fine too.” My left boot and sock soon joined its mate and I was left with only my faded and ripped jeans to separate me from a dream that I still could not believe was real.

Now that the boots were gone, the girls each took an arm and pulled me back up on my feet.

As I came to a standing position, I realized that they had moved in and were cheek to cheek in front of me. Not knowing what else to do, and too excited to be very scared anymore, I leaned in and kissed Gena. She responded to me with ardor, and I could tell she was very turned on. I dove my tongue into her mouth and explored every nook and cranny, running it over her teeth and twisting around her tongue in a corkscrew motion that was almost painful but exquisitely intimate. I tasted the champagne she had pounded and a lingering hint of tobacco. She must have shared a cigarette with Terri. It was as hard and passionate as any kiss we had ever shared but the whole time I was aware of Sandy’s breath against my cheek and her lithe body nestled within the crook of my left elbow.

Without thinking about what I was doing I left Gena’s lips and turned to capture Sandy’s. There was a momentary hesitation and then Sandy opened her lips to me and I felt the tip of her tongue snake into my mouth. I was only slightly surprised that she was taking the initiative away from me and then I gave myself to it and began to kiss her as though I had been doing so forever. But I could not forget that Gena was right here, especially as she tilted her head up and began to suckle at my earlobe. Sandy’s hand that was behind my back began to migrate down until I felt the fingertips dive into the back waistband and her fingertips began to tickle the top of my ass. Instinctively I moved my hips forward and a hand was there as well. As that hand undid my top button and slipped in to grasp the rock hard shaft within, I recognized it as Gena’s by the length of the nails.

Sandy finally moved to end our kiss and I felt Gena sense it. Gena took a playful nibble at my ear and then moved her head back towards its original position. As the three of us faced each other again I saw a look pass between Gena and Sandy and they began to kiss each other.

It only took a moment for me to realize that this was not the first time they had kissed each other. There was no hesitation and they were both completely comfortable with the experience. As for me, I thought it was just about the greatest thing I had ever seen.

I began to lick lightly at Sandy’s ear, running my tongue around the edge up and the back to her earlobe, which I sucked into my mouth and ran lightly through my teeth, not a bite but just a hint of a rough edge. Sandy began to tremble as I did this, overwhelmed at the reality of both Gena and I attacking her at the same time. I took a half step back and wiggled my hips. Gena took the hint and released the grasp she had kept on me throughout the kiss with Sandy. While Gena continued to kiss her, I ran my hands lightly down Sandy’s arms and to her fingertips and then reversed and traveled back to her shoulders with a light trail of nail and fingertip caressing her. I stepped out of the embrace of her arm and Sandy turned slightly to face Gena. For a few moments I simply ran my hands over the backs, asses and legs of the two wonderful women in front of me, enjoying the feel of them moving slightly beneath my touch and the sight and sound of their tongues and lips dancing together.

Then I moved to stand behind Sandy and brought my hands to her shoulders and under the edge of the lace robe. Gena felt what I was doing and opened her eyes to confirm my intentions. In that brief moment of eye contact, I realized that the situation had changed again, and that Gena and I were now the aggressors and Sandy was our shared victim.

I lifted Sandy’s hair off the back of her neck and began to nibble as I used my other hand to slide the edges of the robe off her shoulders. I bit harder and sucked in, remembering a comment awhile back about a hickey that Gena had given me. Two can play at that game Sandy.

As the robe crumpled to the ground in a white lace puddle about her ankles, I continued to nibble my way around Sandy’s neck and shoulders. Gena began to lift the blue camisole up and I assisted by lifting Sandy’s arms straight over her head. I watched as the fabric drew upward and rippled across her back. I love the way a woman’s bare back looks. The lines and curves, and the promise of what is uncovered in front. I decided it was time to see the front in this case and I pulled her back like I was dipping her in a dance. Gena let her go and I lowered Sandy onto the comforter.

I lay her down on her back and she surprised me with a bit of shyness, covering her breasts with her hands. I moved my one finger into the air over her and made the

“naughty, naughty, don’t you do that” gesture before twining my fingers into hers and lifting away so that I could see her breasts.

I could tell Sandy was a little nervous still, and I kissed her lightly on the forehead and lingered at her lips before beginning my downward journey. As I began to kiss my way down her neck and chest I felt Gena’s fingernails tracing on my back, and then her hard nipples against my bare flesh as her hands snaked around to unsnap my 501’s. I tried to ignore her and concentrated on taking Sandy’s teat into my mouth. I sucked it in hard and then released it to flick at it with my tongue, exhaling so the warmth of my breath would tease against the wetness from my attack. The small gasp and sharp intake of breath that followed would have been indication enough that she was enjoying it, but instead she grabbed a handful of my long hair and forced me down to meet the arch of her back as nipple and a large bit of breast filled my open mouth.