Good Vibrations Magazine

Don’t think about white elephants. Or pink elephants. Or whatever. When someone makes that comment, you just can’t help but think about them, right? Enormous, hot pink elephants immediately be-bop through your mind. If you were ever in high school band, the parading pachyderms quite possibly will dance in your head to the tune of “The Baby Elephant March.” Except, on this particular evening, the concept was a little different. Try, “Don’t think about getting a hard-on.” I mean, don’t even fucking think about it. Insert a bitter laugh track here, because, of course — bam. There it is. Mr. Happy. Straight-standing and ready to go.

The main thing to understand is that I had nothing to do with the situation. I wasn’t involved in the preparations, didn’t plan the outcome. That might sound callous, but it’s true. Nora had to understand the full range of possibilities when she brought another girl into the scene. She’s aware of my history, of the little nuances that fire those erotic synapses in my fucked-up brain. In fact, she’s memorized each and every one of them.

“A slumber party,” she said, innocently. “You won’t mind, right, Charlie? Me and Reese, hanging out. Watching ‘Sex and the City’…” or some other dumb fucking show. My mind basically shut down at “slumber party.” I could see it all. Tall, blonde, and beautiful Nora and the sleek, dark-haired Reese lounging about our living room in their little see-through nighties, replete with ruffled edges. Or trimmed with marabou fluff straight out of an X-rated, drive-your-man-crazy catalog. I’ve got a major weakness for feathers.

From the moment Nora told me that Reese was on the way, I owned instant visions. There they’d be, sitting on our sumptuous gold velvet loveseat, drinking some pink frou-frou concoctions, doing their nails or talking about bras. Whatever it is girls do to have fun.

But, really, I didn’t have to fantasize too hard about that. I know all about what girls do at slumber parties because Nora and I hooked up at one. Got to know each other deep down and personal during the course of a friendly little sleepover. A sleepover in which nobody got any sleep and nobody gave a fuck about the potential for dark purplish circles riding under our eyes the following morning. At the time, I was dating someone else, an uptight career girl who had a penchant for wearing her hair in a Victorian-style bun. Maybe “uptight’s” not the right word, exactly. “Fully wound” would be a truer description. A serious multi-tasker, she never really relaxed.

I thought I could melt her. From the first time we met, I had plans of helping her let her hair down — literally. Of spreading her out like some Boticelli model, those loose gingery curls framing her perfect face while I finally changed that serious expression.

That’s why I suggested the threesome. I wanted to place her in a lushly decadent position, wanted to see her truly enjoy herself for once. All right, and I’ll be perfectly honest here — I wanted to know what her sultry friend Nora looked like beneath her street clothes. Amazingly, it didn’t take a lot of convincing before Julia agreed. So maybe she wasn’t that uptight after all. Or maybe she was multi-tasking, once again: taking care of my needs while exploring her own bi-curiosity. And let me tell you, it was amazing. Me and Julia and Nora all spread out on our king-sized bed. Bodies overlapping. Hands busy. Tongues working. Let your mind go. Pink elephants, man, forget that. Try NOT to think about two beautiful women licking each other, topsy-turvy in a sweaty sixty-nine. Instant mental picture, right? Instant hard-on.

In the morning, the truth was obvious to all of us. Julia was gay. Nora was into me. And I was in a quandary. What to do? What to do? Move in with the feline blonde with the killer body. That’s what I did. And now that same filthy-minded minx was suggesting we do it all over again? Actually, from the sparse amount of information given to me, I couldn’t be sure exactly what was on this evening’s agenda. But I knew that if I asked — if I put it flat out there on the table and said, “Do I get to fuck Reese, or is this just a girl-girl thing?” Well, then I’d look lame, wouldn’t I? For not knowing, not having the wherewithal to figure it out for myself.

So, I did what any guy in my position would do. I got a raging hard-on the size of a rocket ship, and I waited impatiently to see what would happen. Waited for Reese to arrive with her little lavender overnight backpack slung insolently over one arm, tripping up our stairs in her high-heeled red gingham slingbacks. Waited hungrily for Nora to offer the invitation, if there was going to be one.

By midnight, I was pretty sure I’d misjudged the party, pretty sure I was going to be spending the night alone in our big bedroom, fulfilling my fantasies with one knowledgeable hand and a bottle of Nora’s vanilla-scented body lotion. That is precisely when my lady strolled down the hall, totally naked, and purred, “What are you, crazy? We’re waiting…”

Still, I could tell from the pleased look in her large gray-green eyes that I’d done the right thing. Behaved like a gentleman. If I’d obviously expected it, or been overly flirtatious with her friend, then she would have dissed me. No fun for Charlie. Because I’d played it cool, at least on the exterior, I was offered a free pass into heaven. And let me tell you, heaven looks a whole lot like my girl fucking her best friend.

With a strap-on.

Nora had the evening well-choreographed. I’ll give her that. As soon as I arrived in the living room, I saw the white twisted candles lined up on the mantle, saw our leather sofa bed in place, made up with cherry-pink satin sheets. Reese, the black-haired vixen, was right in the center of the mattress, glossy burgundy lipstick already slightly smeared around the edges of her full mouth. Some kissing had definitely been going on during the past hour, but I didn’t worry myself about that. Girls getting ready. That was all. Of course, Reese was wearing exactly the type of come-fuck-me confection that I’d imagined. Sheer and feather-trimmed. What a knockout.

When she moved, looking over my way, she gave me the kind of dirty wink that would have made me instantly hard on any other occasion. As it was, I just got harder, my bone pressed up against my boxers. Staring fixedly at the seductive scene, I stopped at the threshold, knowing that instructions would be forthcoming. Silently, I watched as Nora slid into a dainty leather harness and got on the bed with her buddy. Reese sighed and said Nora’s name quietly, reaching forward to trail her fingers over the pink plastic tool before closing her hand tightly around it in a fist.

All right, so I had a moment to wonder how long this evening had been in the works. Nora had to go buy sex toys in preparation for the event. What did that say about my powers of observation? But then I stopped thinking about anything, as I watched my girlfriend play the aggressor in bed. First, she kissed Reese’s long neck, slowly, lingering as she made her way down her best friend’s body. I took a step closer to the bed, wanting to see, wanting to really see. Nora pushed that transparent nightie up and out of the way, not bothering to take it off. Little nibbling bites to Reese’s nipples made the brunette bombshell moan and toss her head.

Now, we were looking straight into each other’s eyes again, and I found I couldn’t look away. Not even when Nora continued down the valley of Reese’s concave belly to her waiting pussy. Oh, I wanted to watch that. I wanted to observe each motion as Nora parted what I imagined were Reese’s plump nether lips and got busy between them, but something happened to me. Rather than lose myself in the pure porno aspect of the evening, I was captivated by the look of unadulterated pleasure in Reese’s green-flecked brown eyes. And I just couldn’t look away.

“Charlie,” she murmured, and I moved even closer, so that we were just one hot breath away from each other, and she reached out and put two fingertips on my bottom lip. Soft girl fingers rested there so sweetly. I flicked my tongue out to touch them, to draw them into the warmth of my mouth, and I could tell that at this exact moment, Nora began tongue-fucking her. Reese arched her back and her eyes glazed and I couldn’t help myself. I leaned forward, cradling her head, wanting to fiercely kiss her, to bite her bottom lip. Necking can be so sexy sometimes. As Nora continued to play her probe-the-pussy games down there between Reese’s lean thighs, I just kissed her friend. Tongues together, breathing meshed. She was so sweet, so ready. And fuck, I could have kissed her for hours.

Nora had other plans. Sitting up in bed, she slid Reese’s legs over her own and plunged inside with her strap-on tool. Reese gasped and pulled away from me, head back on the shiny pillow as Nora brought her hands up to caress her small breasts. Again, I was the observer, and I couldn’t tear my eyes from how decadent Reese looked.

“Your cock,” she suddenly murmured.

Yeah, my cock. I’d forgotten about it for the moment, but at the words, that thing throbbed hard against my thigh.

“I want it,” Reese whispered. Somehow I knew exactly what she meant. She didn’t want me to fuck her, because Nora was taking care of that need with perfect ease. She wanted something to suck on. Well, I could help her out. I lost my black boxers in a heartbeat. Climbing onto the mattress, I positioned myself right next to the wild beauty and waited as she turned her head toward me, as she parted those hungry lips and introduced my cock to the warm, wet pleasures within.

And what pleasures. Reese had a gentleness to her, a cool quality that had made me peg her in the past as a shy creature. Those large dark eyes, long lashes, sideways glances. But I was wrong. Nothing shy about her. Just a quiet depth, a sweetness to the way she played dirty. With her lips tight around my tool, she sucked hard, and then as she pulled her head back, she carefully grazed my cock with her teeth. Oh, Christ, it felt good, and I pushed against her, wanting more, but she shook her head.

Her speed. Her methods. No pressure.

So I just had to close my eyes and wait. To let her take her time, now licking my balls, moving to get right in there. Making Nora move with her, pulling out and getting behind so that she was taking Reese doggy-style.

Reese looked beautiful. Legs spread, hands steady, holding herself in position as Nora pumped hard inside her. Then lifting her head and parting her lips, so that she could draw my cock back down her throat. I stroked her soft hair away from her face, staring down at her, seeing that other slumber party in mind. That night in which Julia had fucked Nora, my lover’s hair finally down from that severe style, tickling over her breasts as she gripped into Nora’s slim waist and ravaged her. Julia had looked the way I’d always imagined she could, untamed and out-of-control, but as I’d watched her, I’d realized she was looking like that because of someone else. Not me.

Now, Nora was taking over that dominant position, firmly fucking her friend while I got to enjoy the wet wonders of Reese’s mouth. She gave Reese a tentative spank on her heart-shaped ass, and I felt the vibrations on my cock as Reese swallowed hard at the sensation. Oh, the girl liked it, and Nora immediately slapped her ass again, leaving a matching pale-purple print on the other side. My cock stirred at that image, because I knew immediately what it would be like to take Nora’s place. Slapping that firm, haughty ass while fucking Reese. Or even better, taking the luscious raven-haired stunner over my lap, to flip up that faux-innocent nightie and give her beautiful bare ass the serious and thorough spanking it deserved.

Yet just as I pictured this, Reese changed the game. She pulled off of Nora, slid back from me, and motioned with her head for me to move.

“What…” I murmured. Then, “Where?”

“Take my spot…”

I wasn’t sure. Did she want to watch Nora fuck me? Was I going to like that? But as I hesitated, I saw her slip her delicate fingers over Nora’s hips, unbuckling that harness, removing the toy. With calm movements, she put the slicked-up tool onto herself, and then waited for us to obey her. Nora and I stared at each other. What was going on? How had Reese so easily managed to usurp Nora’s power?

In truth, it didn’t really matter. The intensity was too great to start deciphering the situation, analyzing who should do what to whom and why. We just followed Reese’s instructions: Nora face-up on the bed with me above her, my cock automatically finding its way inside her thrillingly wet pussy. And then Reese — sweet, innocent-looking Reese — was behind me, maneuvering into proper position, her fingertips spreading my muscled asscheeks, trailing down the split between. And then her cock, well-lubed from her own pussy juices, pressed aggressively against my asshole.

Oh, fuck. What was going on?

She slid on in, despite the fact that my body tensed instantly. She just drove forward, as if she’d been ass-fucking men all her life, and I had to take it. Had to, because I wanted it like I’d never wanted anything before. Reese with her perfect rhythm, slip-sliding her way inside me, and me, forgetting who I was or where I was, automatically fucking Nora. Just fucking her. Because she was there.

The three of us, connected-interconnected-worked in synchronicity. Nora, with her eyes shut beneath me, absorbing the double-force of being fucked by two people. Reese would thrust and I would thrust and Nora would groan. Then Reese would pull back, sliding almost all the way out, and I would pull back, so I wouldn’t lose contact with her, and Nora would groan again. My mind was filled with gray fog, with white noise. I looked up at the mantle, staring at the golden light of the candles flickering there, trying to figure out how we’d gotten to this point so quickly.

“Don’t try so hard,” Reese whispered in my ear, as if she knew exactly what I was thinking. “Don’t even try.”

Then she ran the tips of her fingers along my shoulderblades and leaned all the way into me, so that I could feel her body pressed along my back. Her breath on the nape of my neck, her mouth opening, teeth searching for purchase on my skin.

Wild thing, I thought, as she bit me hard, I guessed wrong. I didn’t know.

What I did know was this: it was only the beginning. This was going to be a long, raucous evening of fun. I saw it all in my mind. But I saw something more. In this position, Nora and I could gaze at each other, stare at one another, and I wondered if she knew what was going to happen. Knew the way I knew.

Because, really, it wasn’t my fault. I didn’t plan it. Didn’t ask to be invited to this bedroom tryst. But I knew that in the morning, Reese would pack her tiny nightie away and give the two of us quick hot kisses goodbye, her lips lingering a tiny bit longer on mine. And I understood that I’d be packing soon, as well. That within a week, I’d be at Reese’s door, my heart racing as I pictured the way her body would feel next to mine. As I imagined her buckling on a black leather harness, of taking me for another ride to Nirvana.

Nora should have known better. Should have understood what it would mean not only to invite a girl into our bed, but into my head.

Pink elephants?

No, man. Just the taste, the glimmer of something new, something that won’t let you sleep until you have it again.