One Dance
written by:
Conrad

One Dance.

We had dinner reservations in our favorite restaurant, but we decided to stop in a nearby place for a drink on the way. We were disappointed when we entered to be told that there were no seats available. The tables and booths were filled, but as we were about to leave a couple left the bar, so we were fortunate to be able to take their places. We were earlier than we'd expected, which is why we got caught in the crush of those out for after-work cocktails or before-theater drinks. It would begin to clear out in the next half hour, but no worries, we had seats and could entertain ourselves people watching. We were merely out for a drink or two, and to see if anything interesting might occur. One never knows.

After I'd ordered our drinks I leaned to Jenna. "There's someone I should say hello to; I'll just be a few minutes, so stay out of trouble." She laughed, her green eyes mischievous.

"But Conrad, you know how I love to flirt, so don't be gone too long," giving me her slightly naughty grin.

True to my word, I returned in five minutes, having paid the required social visit to a former client with whom I'd like to do more business, so a drink for him and his date had been in order. My seat, however, was now occupied by a very attractive brunette engaged in conversation with Jenna. Both women were sitting sideways, facing each other, shapely legs crossed, each showing off their equally fashionable shoes.

"Con, this is Lisa," and the brunette gave a hint of a smile as she extended her hand. When a woman does this I really want to kiss it, but unless she's royalty I think it's a bit presumptuous, so I merely took her hand in mine, giving a bit of squeeze rather than a shake. Interestingly, she squeezed back, and her grip was strong. I took it as a sign of her establishing herself with me, as in "I'm not your typical bimbo airhead." Interesting beginning, I thought.

"We were talking about shoes, imagine that," and they both laughed.

"Yes, I love her shoes; it's not every woman who can wear these slutty shoes and still look elegant", Lisa said. I was ready for a cat fight but Lisa continued. "Whose do you like better, Conrad," inquired our new acquaintance. Oh, a trap, already. This woman isn't wasting any time.

"I think each of you could be modeling these shoes, and if you exchanged them, they'd still look equally beautiful."

Lisa smiled, her whole face into it, her eyes showing the authenticity of the smile. "An evasion, but well done. Now, Jenna, I bet you can dance in those CFMs, am I correct?"

If you can dance in those FMQs, I can dance in these. Con, behave yourself while we're gone", her grin returning but her eyebrows arched slightly, telling me, asking me, if I agreed that Lisa could become more than an acquaintance, if this dance could become a prelude to an adventurous evening.

I watched as the two gorgeous women strutted to the dance floor, watched as they danced together, around each other, entwined with each other. I couldn't help but notice when their hands began dancing over each other's body, how their bodies slid against each other, breasts crushed together, hips gyrating against each other, lips almost but not quite touching.

They returned hand in hand, both with radiant smiles. I told Jenna I had fresh drinks ordered for them.

"I'm going to the ladies while the drinks are on the way; back in a few," and she slid off her seat and onto her CFM's, the soles two inch platforms and the heels a full five inches, showing her curvy figure and gorgeous legs to full advantage. I watched the movement of her tight ass as she walked away, Lisa by her side, her lovely ass equally watchable. No woman ever goes to the loo alone.

Back in a few meant, I knew from experience, five minutes; six if there were more than a few women in there besides her. Enter, pull her thong aside if she's too hurried to peel it down, pee, rinse hands, a slight touch to her always perfect hair, perhaps a smidge of lip gloss, return. Five minutes. When seven minutes rolled up I figured she and Lisa were having a conversation and paid it scant attention.

At slightly after eleven minutes the door opened and out they walked, Jenna leading, Lisa trailing slightly, a half step if that. And I knew. Something had changed, Jenna's bubbly laugh was missing, but they were still smiling, so I knew nothing was wrong.

Both women had long hair touching their shoulders, Jenna blonde, Lisa somewhat darker, both wore form fitting cocktail dresses with mid-thigh hems and low necklines showing some beautiful cleavage; neither wore any jewelry other than earrings. Lisa was a bit taller, her figure a bit fuller. Both were gorgeous.

Jenna stopped in front of me, and I could see that her face was slightly flushed, and I recognized that look. Not embarrassment, not pressure, but radiance. Oh, this was going to be interesting, I thought.

With her eyes on mine, Lisa spoke to Jenna. "Jenna, show him," and Jenna held her hand out, palm down, as if showing off a ring.

Lisa took her hand, brought it to my face, and I could smell the pungent aroma of pussy on Jenna's fingers.

"Hers? Or mine, do you think?" Lisa had that slight smile on her face as she asked. Jenna was blushing now, her eyes downcast, her full bosom heaving with her quick breaths.

I needed but a brief sniff. "Not yours, Jen," knowing all of my beauty's scents. "So, sweet slut, tell me."

It took her a few seconds to collect her thoughts before she looked up at me. The blush was gone, her eyes were slightly slanted in that wanton look she would have when she wanted sex and just before having sex.

She told me that Lisa had locked the door behind them when they were in the ladies. That startled Jenna, but Lisa held a finger to her lips in the universal sign of 'shhhh and put her hands on Jenna's shoulders. "I really enjoyed that dance, and I know you did, too."

Holding her gaze she took Jenna's hand, moved it down between them, her other hand raising her own hem. Jenna could feel the smooth thigh, felt Lisa move slightly to spread her legs a bit more open, Lisa moving their hands upward so that Jenna now felt the slickness that covered Lisa's pussy lips, conveniently nude and available.

"I wanted to do this while we were dancing; if it had been darker I may have," Jenna whispered, followed by a slight moan as she increased the pressure of her fingers on the slippery slit.

Lisa applied more pressure to Jenna's fingers, until Jenna's middle fingers had slipped in up to her knuckles. Closing her eyes, Jenna moved her fingers, arching them upward to caress the ceiling of Lisa;s vagina, at the same time moving slightly in and out, fingerfucking her.

Jenna gasped when she felt Lisa return the favor, hiked her own leg upward to give Lisa complete access to her nearly dripping pussy, Lisa's free hand cupping Jenna's ass to hold their bodies tightly together.

"No!" she cried out, her body shaking. "No, please, no, I can't. Not yet, not without Conrad."

Lisa stopped, let her body relax, eased back an inch, looking into Jenna's green eyes, her own dark eyes wide with frustration and anticipation. "Seriously? Listen, I thought you wanted it as much as I do!" Jenna stepped back until they were at arm's length apart, frustration also visible, anticipation achingly calling.

"I do, I'm so close to cumming I'm on fire, but I can't, I won't. I need him with me. I'm sorry," and she turned to leave.

"Wait, wait, okay, no is no, I get it, but wait. What's going to happen now?"

They talked for a minute, Jenna explaining the bond and the agreement she and I have. We can have sex with other people, but only with permission of the other, and usually with both of us present. And although Jenna had recently graduated from bi- curious to full blown pussy lover and lusted after other women, she preferred that if we had another woman with us it was for her and not for me, although the amount of access I could have was fluid, depending upon the level of Jenna's arousal and her attraction to the woman. It may seem confusing but it works well for us.

"So, Lisa", I said, "I know what you'd like to have happen, and I know Jenna really would like it to happen, so I guess I have the deciding vote." Just then our drinks arrived. I handed one to each, raised mine in a toast. "To new beginnings, new friends, new lovers," and they both laughed in relief.

Finished with our drinks, I placed some bills beneath my glass and we walked to the door. At the end of the bar Lisa slowed for a moment, tapped the shoulder of the man on the end seat, who was in conversation with a stunning blonde. "Don't wait up for me", and we left.

Jenna gave Lisa a quizzical look.

"My soon to be ex-boyfriend; the blonde is who he's trying to seduce for us, but I'd rather play with you guys. He never even knew I was gone while we were dancing. Asshole!"

The drive, conveniently only a few minutes, felt like an eternity, what with heavy early-evening traffic and the show in the back seat in which I tried not to get too engrossed, but the sound track was more than enough to make my imagination run wild.

"Oh, I've never done that! No, don't stop!" Jenna told me later that Lisa had four fingers wedged in her tight pussy.

"Yes, suck my nipples; bite them, oh yes, I love that!" from Lisa.

"More?, open your legs wider,"

"Yes!, and Jenna was moaning. I took a quick glance in the mirror, only Jenna's face visible, her eyes nearly closed, Lisa's hand at her throat, and when she opened her eyes she mouthed "Thank you!", ending with a blown kiss from her pouty puckered lips.

As I pulled into the garage Jenna climbed into the front seat beside me, her shoes off, the bodice of her dress pulled down around her waist, the hem up over her pussy.

"Ohmygod, Con, ohmygod, thank you thank you thank you", covering my face in wet kisses. I could smell her slut pussy, knew it was covered with her juices. Lisa leaned to her over my shoulder, and I could smell Jenna' pussy on her breath as her lips brushed mine. They kissed again and we got out of the car and into our apartment.

Once inside, door locked, lights on and dimmed, they finished undressing. "Girls, I'd love to have you strip a little slower. I don't get a show like this every day."

"Fuck slow, foreplay's over; you're going to get the real show now," and Jenna took Lisa by the hand pulling her into the bedroom, knowing I would follow.

Totally naked in a few seconds, clothes strewn on the floor, they tumbled onto the bed, Lisa on top, her hands pinning Jenna's wrists to the mattress. They kissed, Jenna struggling to break free, her spine arched, pubis pressing against Lisa's. Lisa broke the kiss, her face inches from Jenna's. She turned around and I watched as Lisa moved down until her nipple was at Jenna's lips and her tongue was licking teasingly at Jenna's pink raspberry.

As she sucked it her hand slid down Jenna's body, a gasp from my blonde as she felt Lisa's fingers again at her clit. I leaned to them, parted Jenna's soft folds, her clit the size of a small opalescent pearl, glistening in the dim light.

"You want to cum now, don't you my beautiful little slut! I can smell you, I can smell the lust dripping from your slut slit. Okay, but something a bit different", and she scooted up, her legs straddling Jenna, one leg slipping between Jenna's legs, and she leaned back, her hands holding Jenna's wrists.

"Okay, I guess we can show him a little bit of fun before we really get into it. Scissoring?"

"Kinda, it's called tribbing, don't ask why, don't know", and she began moving, her slippery clit against Jenna's. "It's more pressure, more area, more ... " and her voice faltered, "more ... oh Im ... ohhh!" Lisa pulled Jenna more tightly against her, legs locked, head back, her mouth open, eyes closed, strangled rasps in her throat. Jenna was a second behind, both of them welded together in molten lust.

When it subsided they rocked together, slowly, moaning, humming, finally ending the orgasmic session with a kiss before falling onto their sides, Jenna's hand on Lisa's heaving belly, Lisa's hand on Jenna's thigh, softly caressing each other as they regained their breath.

After a few minutes they noticed me, sitting in a bedside chair, my fingers playing along the shaft of my throbbing cock. Jenna raised her head slightly.

"Ohh, poor baby, tom cat's all alone while the kittens are playing. That was just something to get your imagination going. Now come play with us," and as if reading each other's mind, they slithered into 69, Jenna on top this time, her gorgeous ass swaying, Lisa's hands parting her thighs, her tongue probing deeply, Jenna's toes curling toward release.

I took a few seconds to admire the perfect curves of their bodies, Jenna's pendulant breast, the slope of her waist, the curve continuing down her ass, her thighs, Lisa's long legs stretched out. When I knew she was about to cum I slapped her ass, hard, making her gasp, Lisa probing her pussy and I envisioned her biting Jenna's clit, forcing the orgasm she so longed for.

Jenna was still cumming when I rammed my cock into her pussy, holding her ass cheeks, slipping my thumb in her tight dark star. I moved slowly, not wanting to disrupt the rhythm they'd found. It took me by surprise, then, when I felt a warm wet tongue licking my balls, lush lips sucking one of my nuts into her mouth, forcing me to stop. Lisa knew just the right amount of pressure between pleasure and too much pain. I had to fight to hold off. Perhaps wondering why I had stopped moving, and perhaps wondering why Lisa had stopped licking, Jenna looked over her shoulder, her eyes widened as she realized why Lisa and I had both stopped so suddenly.

"Umm, I guess you two are ... " She stopped, waiting for my reply, but Lisa spoke first.

"Jem, I thought it would be okay, since you're both together, so I was licking him, his balls, actually. They looked so irresistible, swinging there. Is that okay?"

Oh god, I hoped so.

Jenna was looking at me, her eyes probing for an answer on my face. "Well, Con, since I'm the one who picked Lisa, I guess I can let her have you, too. But don't cum in her, okay?"

"Dear heart, it's you I'm inside of, and I'll cum wherever you want me to cum.' She smiled, and I knew it was going to be a great evening. My thought process was interrupted by Lisa's tongue, licking again at my balls. "But if she keeps that up you're going to have to let me cum, and soon." It didn't help that Jenna had tightened her cunt to the point where I could barely move in her, her idea of reminding me how well she could use all of her feminine charms and skills.

"Cum in me then, Con, cum in my pussy, deep in my cunt, now, oh, yessss!?" she hissed, "now!"

Ahh, the relief, followed by the pleasure of my balls in Lisa's mouth and my cock stroking in my lover's tight cunt, slicker now with my cum but still tight. When I stopped moving Jenna looked over her shoulder.

"Take it out, but slowly," and she kept her cunt tightened on me until we felt the head easing out. "Lisa, now you can have his cum," and I looked down to see Lisa's mouth covering Jenna's pussy, her cheeks hollowing out as she sucked. Cream pie indeed.

I lay beside them as they kissed, swapping the remnants of our fucking from tongue to tongue. Jenna came up and ran her tongue across my lips, which is something I had gotten her into, much to her surprise, but now she enjoyed doing it.

They lay there talking, soft murmurs about how good it was, and how they really enjoyed each other, that it was more than sex, it was going to be more than a one night stand, they knew they could be friends. "FWBs" and they laughed.

At some point I dozed off, a guy thing, I know. What got me awake was the incredible feeling of two tongues licking my cock, one circling the ridge of the head, the other tracing random patterns up and down the sides of the shaft.

"Hey, I think you're ready to go again, huh?" Jenna knew that once I had a few minutes after the first one I wanted more, just as she, after each orgasm she had, wanted, needed, more.

In a minute Jenna was riding tall in the saddle, with Lisa riding my tongue. I wanted to watch them, voyeur perv that I am. I love to see women masturbating or kissing, touching, loving each other or another man. I knew that's what they were doing, facing each other on me, kissing and touching each other, whispering softly. Not whispering for quiet, but because it was more sensual, and it came naturally in the moment.

It came to me that if Jenna was allowing Lisa to enjoy my tongue, she was considering having Lisa fuck me; now that they had gone from fucking each other to being friends, and that it was Jenna and not I who had brought Lisa into our sex life, Lisa was no threat, there would be no jealousy or drama.

Lisa was leaning back while Jenna was fingering her pussy as my tongue licked, my mouth sucking her lips, my hands crushing her tits. "Cum for me, Lisa, cum on his tongue, I want him to taste your cunt cream." That got Lisa off immediately, her thighs tightening against me as her body stiffened in orgasmic release. I remained still, my cock soaking in Jenna's pulsating cunt, our eyes locked. Then they were kissing, catching their breath, each coming down from cumming. "Lisa, I think we should change places now."

"Are you sure? I'm okay with this, really I am."

"No, Lisa, I want you to, I want Con to, too. If it's the three of us it should be on equal terms. "Holy fuck, where was this coming from? Not that I was complaining, quite the contrary, but I knew that if she said it, she meant it. She pressed her lush body against me. "It's okay, huh?"

I knew this was difficult for her, but that she wanted me to be as fulfilled as she. She knew, too, that I wouldn't pressure her; she was the only one I really had to have.

"Gorgeous, it's up to you, you know that, and you know that I love you; I'll do whatever makes you happy. So, yes, it's okay until you say it's not." She kissed me, kissed Lisa, kissing down her body, pushing her backwards, licking her clit, making Lisa writhe in exquisite agony.

I lay there, Jenna slid off me, pulled Lisa forward. She sucked my cock for a moment, held it in her tight fist as Lisa hovered over me, Jenna moving my cock until the head was brushing against Lisa's pussy, slick with my saliva. Jenna lay beside us, watched as Lisa let her body descend, taking me until our hips met.

"Ohh!" It was Jenna, her eyes wide, her lips a small 'o', her fingers pinching her nipple. "Fuck her, Con, but don't cum in her." She watched as our bodies moved, caressing us, kissing us, pushing Lisa back to lick her clit while my cock was very slowly moving in her tight cunt. We rolled over and Jenna sat beside us, fingerfucking her pussy, her eyes on us, a wide smile on her lovely lips, her eyes shining.

We moved again, Lisa riding me. Jenna climbed onto me, her pussy again at my lips. "You love my pussy, huh? You love to eat me, I know you do. Make me cum," and as I licked and sucked and nibbled on her clit and lips my fingers were working around back, a fingertip in her asshole, her body leaning against Lisa, their tongues pressed together, arms wrapped around each other.

For a few minutes it was heaven, watching as much as I could, feeling as much as my brain could process until I could feel the surge begin again.

"Now, babe," and she moved forward, her hand pushing Lisa back, her pussy sliding onto me, and as she licked Lisa's clit, with her fingers deep in the brunette's frothy cunt, I came, my thumb in her tiny rosebud, the three of us a tangle of orgasming hedonists.

--- to be cont'd?