When I looked up, I saw Chad kissing her and massaging her breasts with his hands, manipulating her soft pink nipples until they were rock hard. I moved my tongue faster and faster, trying to make her cry out in pleasure.
I went back to work, using every technique I had ever known to work on a woman. Whitney was loving it, and Chad was getting into it too. Every once in a while, he’d stop kissing her body and just look at her, in awe of her raw sexuality.
Finally, Whitney really let go and came hard. Her moans were so loud I was worried we were going to get a noise complaint. When her breathing slowed, she sat up and kissed me.
“That was incredible,” she breathed, burying my face in her bosom as she kissed the top of my head.
“You haven’t even begun to experience incredible,” Chad said, play wrestling with Whitney on the bed. They kissed passionately as I wished I could get back in on the action. I didn’t want to be greedy, though. I had already gotten my fair share of her. Surprisingly, Chad had been quite generous to me in this ménage-a-trois.
“When do I get to make you come?” Whitney asked Chad in a sultry voice.
“I’ve been waiting all night to hear you say that.” He smiled. “What did we ever do to deserve you?”
We didn’t, plain and simple. Chad and I were two guys who could have gone and settled for anyone. We were attractive guys, but we weren’t angels, by any means. Whitney was perfect in absolutely every way. She was beautiful, smart, fun to hang out with, and down for anything. It wasn’t often I found a girl with all of those qualities.
“Come here,” Chad crooned, and Whitney rolled over on top of him. She pulled off his shirt and kissed his chest. I moved to the top of the bed. If I angled my body just right, I could watch Whitney get off and not see any of Chad’s nether regions.
After grinding on top of Chad for a few moments, she beckoned me closer. I suppose she could tell that I didn’t know what to do with my raging erection. She wrapped her fist around me, moving her wrist in synchronicity to her hips. After she closed her eyes and tilted her head back to savor the moment, I saw Chad reach for his phone again. I turned my head, hoping that if he got my body in the shot, at least I would remain unidentifiable.
My knees were starting to feel weak. Within seconds, the three of us began to breathe deeper, unable to retain our composure for much longer. In a feat that I would have once thought to be impossible, we finished, virtually in unison.
“Holy shit,” I breathed after we had a moment to bask in the afterglow. “I can’t believe we just did that.”
“I told you it was going to be incredible,” Chad boasted. “I bet you’ve never experienced anything like that before. I know I haven’t.”
I hadn’t either. It was, by far, the most magnificent sexual experience I had ever had in my entire life. Weirdly enough, I didn’t even mind that it was shared with my best friend and the girl I was falling head over heels for.
Whitney had a look on her face that I could only describe as perfectly content. I was worried that she would be too much of a prude to go through with it and enjoy herself, but I think she was even less inhibited than Chad and me. For such a respectable young woman, she was an absolute freak in the sheets. It only endeared me to her even more.
After we showered off, we all climbed into the king-sized bed together, with Whitney in the middle. I might have suggested a round two, but I fell asleep almost instantly from a combination of too much champagne and the best sex of my life.
Chapter Eleven
Chad
I woke up the morning after the wedding feeling pretty great, all things considered. It was early and the sun was just coming up over the horizon, but I was in bed next to the girl I liked. More importantly, she had backed closer to me in the middle of the night and picked up my hand to drape around her. We spooned for the rest of the night, Ted completely unaware of this.
“Good morning, stepsister,” I hummed in her ear, rousing her from her slumber.
“Ugh,” she groaned. “Don’t make it sound so creepy. How about ‘friend whose parent is married to mine’?”
“That’s much too complicated,” I said, rolling over to find my underwear. “I’ll stick to stepsister.”
“Are you going to the house for brunch today?” she asked softly as she got up from the bed.
“I told my dad I would probably be too hung over to attend. He expects this sort of thing from me. Always the disappointment, I am.”
She giggled. I wonder if she was always the golden child. She certainly had grown into the golden adult. However, last night, I saw a side of her that I never expected to see.
“In that case,” she said, fastening her bra, “I’m going to skip, too. I think I’ve had enough family time for a while. Besides, I see everyone at the hospital every day. They can never say that I don’t visit enough.”
I nodded. I was thankful that my dad got me the job at the hospital, but I wondered how my life would be different if I didn’t have to rely on him for anything. But, if I hadn’t asked him for a job, then I wouldn’t have met Whitney at the right time, so maybe it all worked out for the best.
“Is he awake yet?” I asked, pointing at Ted. Whitney went over to his side of the bed, gently leaned over, and kissed him on the cheek. He hardly stirred.
“No, he’s still out,” she whispered.
“I think you tired the poor guy out last night,” I joked. “Did you have a good time?”
She grinned but bit her lip to hide her satisfaction. “I still can’t believe I had a threesome with you guys.”
“But you enjoyed it, didn’t you?” I pried.
She giggled. “It was pretty incredible.”
“See? I don’t get why people get so riled up over sex. It doesn’t always have to mean something more than rubbing up on someone you’re attracted to. There’s nothing wrong about wanting to feel pleasure and make a connection with people you like.”
“I’ll agree to it now, but I assure you, if anyone else knew what we did last night, they’d probably be horrified.”
“No one has to know,” I said reassuringly. “Besides, what happened will stay between the three of us. Who knows? Maybe we’ll do this again sometime.”
She smiled kindly. “I don’t know,” she said. “I think this is something that only happens on special occasions. If we did it often, wouldn’t it just get old and boring?”