philly-2
4:54 p.m.<>2001-07-08
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i have to think pretty hard to remember the exact sequence in which things progressed the next morning. to tell the truth, whenever i think back on that weekend, a single image fills my mind: that of jodie, naked, with her back against the headboard of tim's bed and her legs parted widely on top of the sheets. amy, also naked, is on her back between those legs, staring up at the cieling. amy's arms are over her head, her tiny wrists gripped tightly in each of jodie's hands. and i am facing them both, half-standing, half-kneeling on the bed. the fingers of my right hand are busily working in and out of amy's lithe body, making her twist and moan.
how we got to that point is a little hazier. but let me see if i can remember.
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jodie and i awoke around noon, our mouths fuzzy and our heads throbbing from all the alcohol we had consumed the night before. we lay in tim's queen-sized bed for a long time after we had awakened, letting our eyes roam around the room cluttered with books, clothes, cd's and mountains of art supplies. we groggily washed our faces and brushed our teeth before stumbling down the stairs groggily to find some coffee. after we had made some, we took it back to the room, where we lay in our underwear, reading and talking softly.
it was another hour or so before we heard amy stirring. old pipes wheezed and clanged as she started the water for her shower. jodie and i exchanged amused glances when we heard her singing, if it could be called that, as she bathed. her husky voice was loud, enthusiastic and hopelessly off-key.
she bounded into the room a few minutes later, pink, fragrant and still dripping from the shower. she had taken just enough time to wrap a large, white towel around her slender torso before coming to greet us.
'good morning!' amy said brightly as she plopped down at the end of the bed, her towel barely preserving her modesty. 'sleep well? no hanky-panky after we went to bed?' her green eyes held a glint of mischief.
'we just can't believe how someone who drank so much can be so perky,' grumbled jodie, who looked adorable, with her bed-head and checkered nightie. 'go away, and don't come back until we're awake.' 'oh, i have something that will wake you up,' said amy. and with that she opened the towel for the briefest of instants, exposing her small, rounded breasts to us.
i was stunned. amy was laughing hysterically. i'm sure jodie was surprised too, but she rolled with it quite deftly. 'you total slut!' she cried, tossing a pillow at her friend, 'i can't believe you just flashed my boyfriend!'
'not that he minded,' i responded, grinning, eliciting a sharp look. amy's smile faded, though her eyes remained bright. 'how do you know it was just him i was flashing, jode?' she asked slyly. the air in the room turned electric, as if a high voltage generator were running. amy looked small and serious all of a sudden, like a precocious child. slowly, deliberately, she parted the folds of her towel again, looking all the while into jodie's eyes.
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when we talked about it afterward, jodie and i agreed was that the two things that surprised us most were how submissive amy became, and how aggressive jodie was. after taking the initiative and making such an effort to stage the encounter, amy let herself become silly putty in our hands when the three of us were finally naked. she seemed to derive the greatest pleasure in allowing us, particularly jodie, to take the reins of control.
jodie and i usually don't adhere to fixed patterns in our sex life. we take turns playing the more active or passive roles. we both enjoy it when i take the lead, but she is just as likely to be dominant on any given night. jodie's a great top.
amy found out how good a top jodie was that sunday, when she was stretched out on the bed between my girlfriend's legs, her arms drawn up so that the flesh of her small, high breasts was taut. my fingers, moving deep inside her, made amy moan. but what seemed to excite her even more was the way jodie treated her.
'like that, do you, you little slut?'
'just look at yourself, letting some guy you just met yesterday do that to you. you're such a whore.'
'don't you dare come before i tell you, understand me?'
'i want to hear you beg for it.'
'do you want us to punish you? is that what you want?'
'look what you did to the sheets. you should be ashamed of yourself.'
jodie was formidable. she seduced amy, teased her, toyed with her, yelled at her, threatened and terrified and utterly dominated her. she played amy like a fine instrument, and amy's petite body responded gloriously to every word, every touch. the things jodie and i did to her made her arch her back, grit her teeth, pound her fists into the mattress with unrestrained sensation. every command and harsh word seemed to inflame her even more, and when jodie would stop yelling at her, amy would furrow her sweat-streaked brow and plead for more. when we reached the point i described earlier, amy was wailing as she rode my fingers to pleasure.
jodie's stern demeanor shocked even herself. it was a quiet meal we shared when we finally left the house for a bite to eat some five hours later. by the time jodie and i said our goodbyes, though, amy was back to being the raucous, chatty young woman i had met the day before. to the horror of her neighbors, we all exchanged kisses out on the front steps as we said goodbye to her that evening.
since then, we've seen jodie a couple of times, but have not yet had the opportunity to repeat our performance from that weekend. not that amy isn't willing to do so. and it's something that jodie and i talk about from time to time, when we're hot and bothered and whispering in each other's ear. so who knows what the next trip to philly might bring?
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