Sex and the Academic

Chris lived in an apartment in a posh suburb. The place was painstakingly decorated with very luxurious trappings. As he put it, after a year in Iraq, he had no patience with living simply! He poured us wine, and we chatted uncomfortably while we waited for his roommate to leave.

Then, we were alone. We retired to his sofa, which was positioned adjacent to a large window. Looking out, it occurred to me that it was quite easy to see in. Mental note. Alison sat between us, and we each took another nervous sip of wine. It was clearly time to start something.

Chris, the expert, began us. He began us with a horrible, hacknyed line that made me laugh inside, but I don’t blame him–how exactly does one start a pre-arranged, sober threesome? Taking a sip of wine, he told us that “one of the best things about a nice merlot is how it tastes on someone else’s lips.” I smirked, but Alison gamely replied, “well, I guess I should see if you’re right!” He cupped her head in his hand, and leaned in for a kiss.

And we were off! I put my arm around her shoulders, and watched as they kissed each other, inches from my own face. Chris put his hand on Alison’s knee, and I did the same. She broke off kissing him, and swiveled around to kiss me. Chris watched us as intently as I had watched them, and out of the corner of my eye I watched his hand drifting up, her black dress creeping further up against her pale thighs. Alison leaned back a little bit into the couch and spread her legs apart more. Soon his hand disappeared under her her skirt, and she moaned into my lips.

Alison turned back to Chris and they kissed again, while I took my turn with her legs, stroking them and letting my fingers glide upwards, trailling my fingertips across her panties. I could practically feel her crotch throbbing. Meanwhile, Alison was getting busy rubbing her hands up and down Chris’s chest, and soon began working on his belt, and then the zipper to his trousers. Chris was working her tanktop off of her, and she responded by wiggling herself out of her skirt. We two guys were still completely dressed, but Alison, between us, was down to black bra, black panties, and black high heels.

It was at this point that I felt extremely out-of-body. Not in a bad sense. But I was having a little trouble being lost in the moment. All I could think was, my god, my girlfriend is about to reach in and take a hold of a strange man’s cock, right in front of me! Then I made the mistake of looking out the window at the street. Nobody was there, but I realized that everything we were doing in the brightly lit living was on display. Was that hot? I wasn’t sure yet. Maybe.

I felt movement next to me, and looked over to see Alison sliding down on to the floor, on her knees. Chris’s cock was out, and it was indeed very beautiful. More slender than mine, with a pronounced upturn at the end. As she slid down on to her knees, her hand was grasping his cock. Positioned, she flipped her long hair our of her face, looked intently at me, and went down. Chris groaned.

I slid over next to him on the couch, and Alison reached out with her hand to fumble with my pants. I unzipped and took my own cock out, and with her right hand, she began to stroke me up and down while sucking on him. Then she switched, licking me while rubbing him with her left hand. It was now that the out-of-body feeling subsided in favor of a very pleasureable, “my god, I am totally in a porn movie sensation.” Two guys sitting there with their cocks out, a beautiful women in her underwear working on them both, one by one.

Chris stood up, and I did too. Standing next to each other, our cocks were now almost touching. Alison, still on her knees, ran her tongue over both of us, pushing them together. She grasped the two as if their one, and tried for a moment to squeeze them both into her mouth. Unsuccessfully, but soooooo hot. Then, in a slightly suprising moment, Christ also got down on his knees, and suddenly took me into his mouth. I stared down at their two heads pressed together, as they playfully fought to get my cock into their mouthes. How did I get to be this lucky?

At this point our visibility in front of the window became acutely obvious, and Chris suggested we move upstairs. Alison went first, still only in her underwear, and Chris followed her, playfully swatting her lovely ass as she pranced up the stairs in her high heels. He lead us into his bedroom, which was mostly taken up by a large beautiful wooden bed, candles flickering on every surface.

Stayed tune for Part 3: Actual sex begins!