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own volition and threaded into his hair, holding his head to her. Her back arched,
thrusting her chest toward his mouth.
He switched to her other tit, leaving the wet one to pebble in the cool air. Once more,
he sucked her into his mouth and pulled with strong sucks that kindled fire in her very
core.
She looked across his bent head at Rachel. Her friend was clutching her own breasts,
kneading them then stretching and twisting the nipples. Her tits were fuller than Melissa s
but with smaller, harder, deep magenta nipples. She licked her lips as she focused on
Michael treating Melissa s light pink nipples and daintier breasts to an extended tongue
bath. One of her hands slid down her torso to settle between her legs, finger rubbing her
clit in little circles.
No & fair, Melissa managed to gasp. Simon didn t say.
Rachel laughed, but abandoned her pussy.
Michael lifted his head from Melissa s chest and sat up, looking over at Rachel to
see what he d missed.
Michael, tell her to play with herself. She wants to, Melissa said, lifting her glass
and taking a drink of wine, contest be damned. Sexual confidence surged through her,
and she no longer felt like the quiet, mousy roommate. This must be what it would be like
to be Rachel.
Do you? He cocked his head in that way Melissa loved and gazed at Rachel. I d
like to see that. Show us.
Rachel smiled. She was sitting cross-legged so the thin landing strip of hair marking
her sex and the plump lips below were already well displayed. But, ever the exhibitionist,
she reached to spread the petals of her pussy and reveal the tight bud within.
Melissa was riveted. Her breathing grew shallow in response to the live show taking
place in front of them. She marveled at Rachel s ease in presenting herself, trailing her
finger slowly down her stomach and tracing the circumference of her sex before delving
inside. Every pink, convoluted fold and the erect red hood of her clit were available for
the others to see. She dipped the tip of her finger deep inside then drew it out glistening
wet. Circling her clit in tight little circles, Rachel moaned softly, and her eyes closed.
Jesus! Michael s voice was hushed.
Melissa wanted to echo him. She d never seen anything as hot as her best friend
pleasuring herself without a qualm about having an audience. Melissa didn t know if she
was more turned on by the sight of Rachel s pleasure, or by her and Michael s shared
voyeurism. Watching such a private act made her want to do something equally perverse,
perhaps display herself for Michael or maybe something even more risqu.
Go down on her. Michael s voice was a rough growl that Melissa instinctively
wanted to obey. Her pussy throbbed, clenching and releasing with each heartbeat, and she
started to crawl toward Rachel, ready to comply.
No. Wait. Rachel stopped whimpering and rubbing herself. Her eyes flew open,
and she gazed at Melissa. Not that I wouldn t love that, but it s my turn to give an order.
I d rather see you go down on Michael. Pull that bad boy s cock out and show me how
you do it.
Christ. Was this really happening? Was this really her, ready to do whatever either of
them commanded? Melissa sat back and picked up her wine glass again. She drank
deeply.
Rachel gave a groan. Oh, come on! Don t wimp out on us. Chicken!
Melissa shrugged. My turn. Michael, I want the whole show. A striptease with
soundtrack. She got to her feet unsteadily and went to turn on the stereo, then she sat
beside Rachel, grabbed the bottle of wine and refilled her glass.
Rachel wolf whistled as Michael moved to an electronic beat, picking his shirt up off
the floor and dancing with it, flirting by exposing a little of his torso at a time, then
whipping the shirt around in the air and tossing it at them.
Whoo-hoo! Take the rest off. Melissa glowed warm as sunshine inside and
couldn t imagine why she d ever felt self-conscious or embarrassed around Michael. He
was wonderful. So was Rachel. And herself. All of them were wonderful and having a
wonderful time.
Michael grinned and reached for the fly of his jeans. He unbuttoned, then teased the
zipper down, gyrating his hips to the beat. God, he was so sexy. His body was long and
lean and not weight lifter buff, but not saggy either. His pecs and abs were taut, and a fine
down of hair furred his chest. A trail of hair, dark against his pale skin, led from his navel
down to the waistband of his pants.
Melissa licked her lips as he shimmied both jeans and underwear down his hips and
his erect cock bobbed forth. She sucked in a breath at the sight of it jutting out from its
thatch of dark hair and vibrating in the air like a divining rod. She wanted to walk to him
on her knees and take it into her hands and mouth.
Michael awkwardly completed his strip, tripping when he balanced on one foot,
trying to remove the jeans and just catching himself before he fell over. He laughed as he
danced nude before them, thrusting his pelvis and waving his arms around. Never said I
was much of a dancer. It s my turn now, and I want little Lissa to come join me on
stage. He beckoned to her.
Rising with more care than grace, Melissa walked slowly toward him as the room
spun around her. When she drew close, he pulled her into his arms and whispered, You
can do it, love. You re dead sexy.
As he rocked her back and forth, forehead pressed to hers, she felt dead sexy. She
reached for the zipper on the side of her skirt and loosened it.
He stepped back to watch as she let the skirt fall to the floor then removed her nylons
and panties. She swayed, cupping and lifting her breasts, tossing her hair back and
shaking her hips. She felt erotic and decadent and totally uninhibited. Look at me. See my
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