Chapter 3

“My WHAT?” Dorothy almost shrieked at that thought. “Lover? I, God damn it I am not…”

“Mmng!” Dorothy grunted as Margot’s fingers thrust into her depths, erasing all other thoughts from Dorothy’s overheated brain.

Dorothy shivered; she now felt Laurel’s small breasts pressing into her back. She felt Laurel’s small hand cupping her left breast. She felt Laurel’s lips at her shoulder. And she felt Margot’s fingers thrusting in and out of her wet sex, felt Margot’s thumb mashing against her clitoris.

“I love you God I wanted you minute I saw you,” Margot whispered to Dorothy.

“I, I…” Dorothy stammered, looking into Margot’s beautiful, warm brown eyes.

“I am not, I AM NOT…” Dorothy thought, trying to make sense of the overwhelming sensations warring with her overheated thoughts.

“I wanted you minute you come up,” Dorothy admitted, softly kissing Margot.

“Oh, oh Dorothy, I, oh!” Margot grunted as Dorothy trailed her fingers from Margot’s breast, down over her concave belly to the small heart of orange curls.

“Mmng!” Margot grunted into Dorothy’s mouth as Dorothy thrust her index and middle fingers into Margot’s swampy pussy.

“MMNG! I oh God!” Margot groaned loudly as Dorothy pressed her thumb against Margot’s fat clitoris.

Dorothy sucked kisses from Margot’s gasping lips. She was determined to bring Margot to climax even as Margot’s fingers thrust into her own pussy, Margot’s thumb rubbed insistent fingers and thumb brought her closer and closer to the edge of her own climax.

“I, I, oh Dorothy I love you oh Sweetheart!” Margot keened then shrieked in climax. “Aaieegh! Yes!”

“Augh, augh, I oh God! Aaieegh!” Dorothy mirrored Margot’s climax, grunting and shuddering as white hot flashes exploded in front of her eyes.

For a few moments, the three sweaty girls lay on top of the plush comforter, gasping. Dorothy then rolled to her left and pressed her lips to Laurel’s lips. The two girls kissed softly. When Dorothy reached up to softly stroke Laurel’s face, Laurel captured Dorothy’s fingers in her mouth and sucked Margot’s essences from Dorothy’s fingers.

“I, can, can I taste you?” Laurel softly asked, nearly blind eyes trying to see Dorothy, trying to gauge Dorothy’s reaction.

“Yes,” Dorothy breathed softly.

Laurel began her descent by first kissing, then sucking, then lightly biting Dorothy’s quarter sized pale pink areolae and hard nipples. Dorothy cradled Laurel’s head in her arms while the beautiful strawberry blonde pleasured Dorothy’s breasts.

“Mmng!” Dorothy grunted, then returned Margot’s kiss.

She released her hold on Laurel’s head and reached up to softly stroke Margot’s face. She jerked suddenly when Laurel playfully nipped at her soft belly.

“Love you,” Margot whispered into Dorothy’s ear as her fingers began to tease Dorothy’s wet nipples.

“Love, augh, love you too,” Dorothy groaned as Laurel’s fingers entered her.

“Aahh!” Dorothy cried out as Laurel’s warm breath blew across her puffy inner lips.

“Let’s we need to…” Margot insisted, once more taking charge by pulling on Dorothy’s arm to position her on the large bed.

Dorothy found herself lying on her left side, her head resting on Margot’s left thigh. Directly in front of her was Margot’s very pretty slit, light pink lips protruding, slick with Margot’s excitement. The smell emanating from the wet folds was intoxicating; the smell of sweat and musk and desire. She cocked her right leg up, bent at the knee. She could feel Laurel’s head resting on her left thigh; the girl’s hairs tickled her inner thigh.

“What am I doing; why, why did I even come here?” Dorothy asked herself even as she used her right hand to open Margot’s vulva.

Like a flower, Margot’s inner lips looked like the petals of the prettiest flower opening itself. Dorothy reached her tongue out and licked from perineum to the very top of Margot’s slit. Margot’s fat clitoris protruded and Dorothy flicked her tongue aggressively over the nub. This elicited a groan from the beautiful red head and Dorothy felt a wave of elation wash over her.

Opening Margot’s sex more fully, Dorothy stuffed her tongue into Margot’s wet sex. She lapped feverishly, tasting Margot’s delicious bouquet. She shuddered with pleasure as she felt Laurel’s tongue slap against her own overheated sex.

“I, I love it. I love it,” Dorothy admitted to herself as she slapped her tongue back and forth, back and forth over Margot’s clitoris.

“Oh dear God!” Dorothy cried out as she felt Laurel’s lips encircle her clitoris.

Dorothy sucked Margot’s fat nub into her mouth. She thrust two fingers into Margot’s depts., searching blindly for Margot’s g-spot.

“Oh God oh God yes oh Dorothy you you’re driving me crazy oh!” Margot squealed as Dorothy sucked on her clitoris while fingering her.

“Me? Should see what Laurel’s doing,” Dorothy moaned as her guts knotted and unknotted as Laurel tongued and fingered Dorothy closer and closer to her precipice.

“I oh! Oh! Aaieegh!” Dorothy shrieked as her climax crashed and thundered through her small body.

“Aaieegh!” Margot echoed, drenching Dorothy’s face.

“I, oh oh yyeess!” Laurel cried out, her mouth and fingers falling away from Dorothy’s sex.

“I, I will, I will never be the same ever again,” Dorothy thought as she and her friends fought to catch their breaths.

Slowly rising, Dorothy leaned over and softly kissed Margot’s lips. With a weak smile, Margot returned Dorothy’s kiss. Then, wiggling around, Dorothy kissed Laurel. She realized she was tasting herself on Laurel’s lips and tongue.

“No I will never be the same again I wonder if I might be bisexual God I just don’t know I do know I love I love Margot and I love Laurel oh God what am I going to do?” Dorothy thought even as she kissed her way down Laurel’s throat to Laurel’s breasts.

After a moment, Dorothy felt Margot’s hands on her slim hips. Once more, Margot assumed control of the group, twisting and pulling until Dorothy’s head was on Laurel’s right thigh while Margot’s head was on Dorothy’s right thigh. She was sure that Laurel had her own pretty head on Margot’s right thigh.

Laurel’s taste was not as pronounced as Margot’s taste had been. Dorothy flicked her tongue back and forth from perineum to the top of Laurel’s slit, flicking her tongue back and forth, slapping at the petals of Laurel’s flower.

On impulse, Dorothy craned her neck and sought out Laurel’s rosebud with her tongue.

Billy had done that once. He was much taller than she; sixty nine was an impossibility. But he still loved to have Dorothy straddle his head, laying across his torso and belly. Her small hands would stroke his cock while he lapped at her fragrant pussy. When he would use his massive hands to pry her compact buttocks apart and flick his tongue over her little rosebud, Dorothy would shudder in pleasure.

Now, she did the same filthy thing to her new lover. The taste was of sweat, of spice, of an earthy flavor.

“I oh oh God yyeess!” Laurel shrieked as Dorothy tried to jam her tongue into Laurel’s light little ass.

“Sooo…” Dorothy thought as she returned her oral attention to Laurel’s pussy.

“Mmng!” Laurel moaned as Dorothy jammed her middle finger into Laurel’s rectum.

She had hated it, she had loved it but had hated it when Billy would jam his thick finger into her rectum. The feeling was odd, titillating, illicit and erotic, touching nerve endings throughout her small frame. She had hated it because she knew Billy would demand anal sex the minute she crested in orgasm.

“Wonder if that’s why he was with that other girl?” Dorothy vaguely thought. “‘Cause I wouldn’t let him do I up the butt?”

The weak, almost silent thought vanished before Dorothy’s conscious mind realized the thought had been there. She continued to pleasure Laurel even as Margot’s fingers and tongue brought her closer and closer to her climax.

“Yes I oh God yes,” Dorothy shook, then screamed. “Aaieegh!”

“Oh God oh dear God yyeess!” Laurel screamed in orgasm.

Margot’s own orgasm reached fever pitch a millisecond after Laurel’s climax. And, once again, the three lovers lay in a sweaty mass of entwined limbs and heads, gasping for breath.

“”I want you to want me…” Margot weakly sang out, parroting the Cheap Trick song.

“I need you to need me,” Dorothy and Laurel picked up the tune.

Margot made them some very potent drinks made with tequila and Mark’s hot cinnamon liqueur. Laying against the mound of pillows, Dorothy somehow found herself once more in the middle. While sipping the potent drink, shuddering as the alcohol burned its way down her throat, she softly touched Margot’s soft, silky smooth flesh, touched Laurel’s soft, silky smooth flesh. She shivered happily as she felt Margot’s hands and Laurel’s hands softly touching her own flesh.

“Damn it that’s my mom shit what time is it I wonder what she wants,” Dorothy suddenly cried out, hearing her cell phone ringing in the living room.

They dressed quickly; Dorothy’s mother wanted her home. No, not in a couple of hours. No, not in twenty minutes. Now. The three girls made sure they had each other’s phone numbers, then Margot herded them out of the apartment. All three gasped out when the brutal heat and suffocating humidity slapped them the moment they stepped out of the chilled apartment.

“That? That’s your car? Nice!” Laurel said when Margot unlocked the driver’s door of her 2025 BMW M4 convertible in Black Sapphire metallic.

“Mm hmm told you my dad’s got like all kind of money,” Margot agreed as she put the top down for the short drive from apartment complex to Dorothy’s home, then to Laurel’s home.

“Bye, BFF,” Margot said, giving Dorothy a quick peck on the lips.

“Bye,” Dorothy agreed, then turned and kissed Laurel. “Bye.”

“So, how was the concert? Cheap Trick? I remember seeing them; they were opening for Kiss, God that was like forever ago,” Dorothy’s mother said when Dorothy entered the home.

“It was fun I made a couple new friends one of them is even going to ULD in a couple weeks,” Dorothy enthused.

“Slow down! I may be understood every other word,” her mother laughed as Dorothy left the kitchen.

“I want you to want me…” Dorothy sang as she walked down the hall to her bedroom.

“I need you to need me…” she continued singing as she showered, washing that day’s sweat from her body.

**Author’s Note: I write these stories for my pleasure; I post them here for your enjoyment.

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Dorothy Stitwell and her ex-boyfriend, Billy Begnaud are minor characters in ‘Dangles’ in the Interracial Love category.

Laurel’s ex-boyfriend, Trent Comer is a minor character in ‘Vodka: Black Cherry’ in the Anal category.

The girls Laurel mentions, Bille and Debbie are Billie Fontnot and Debbie Denton, minor characters in ‘Wandering Souls’ in the Novels and Novellas category.

Have a swell day. And some of you, have a swollen day.