Disclaimer: This is an original story and is entirely fiction, although I would love for it to be true. It involves homosexuality, bisexuality, and unprotected group sex. If you are under 18 years of age or offended by this sort of material, you should not be reading this.
This is my first attempt, I may write more and I welcome comments. I am one of the somewhat rare women who love the idea of two beautiful men together (whether or not I am included.) I apologize if this sounds too eloquent and flowery (not terribly graphic) but I am a chick, after all! Passion is everything...
Hayden was her best friend, but part of her had fallen in love with him. His brooding blue-green eyes - that didn't ever seem to look at her quite right - were what attracted her initially. Over time it was his shy and sensitive demeanor that drew her in.
She could close her eyes and imagine feasting on his amazing lips and mouth, slowly breathing in his air and replacing it with hers. But Hayden was with Matt now. She had to bite her tongue instead of meshing it with his, afraid of where a confession might take them - or not take them.
She often watched them huddle together at parties, sipping wine and whispering dangerously close to one another. Never did she see them kiss - Hayden was somewhat reclusive and not one for public displays of affection. Matt was nearly as beautiful as Hayden, but unfortunately not as sweet or as privately affectionate. He did care deeply for him though, that was obvious.
Once, after a social gathering of this sort, Matt left early to prepare for an exam the following morning. She and Hayden were left alone to their own devices. It was late and dreamy, and they were both tipsy. He invited her to dance slowly to the alternative-folk something that was playing on the stereo. She willingly pressed her body against his and nuzzled his neck. She felt the strong desire to kiss it, but did not. He stroked her long hair that weaved its way to her lower back with his fingertips. Her mind had drifted away for a moment when she realized that he was having a reaction to the pressure of her body against him. This surprised her, but she did not pull away. He simply continued stroking her hair, occasionally squeezing her back with his thumb and forefinger. She continued smelling him, feeling him, loving him - thinking that at any moment she might simply pass out.
And the truth was, Hayden did adore her. She was beautiful in a way that was amazing but real, and he was very comfortable with her. Her obvious devotion stirred something in him, and he wondered for a moment about the things he was missing with Matt. He had never been with a woman, but not due to lack of opportunity. At times he longed to feel close to her, and loved holding her. There seemed to be passion between them, though not exactly sexual, it was a feeling that nagged at him nonetheless. He watched her eyes want him, and perhaps it was her desire that fueled his interest.
Matt was his lover, and ridiculously sexy, but perhaps not quite the friend that Star had become. The two men-boys had fun together, and when alone they usually ended up rolling around in bed or on a sofa until they were both naked and hard. He could remember only one time being aroused by Star, and he wasn't sure if that had really entailed anything beyond incidental stimulation. He ended up masturbating that night, not thinking of anything any particular, driven solely by his hardness and sensitivity.
This night above most others was unusual. Hayden had just moved into a new condo, and had his usual select people over for drinks and illicit conversation. About a dozen people showed, and by eleven or so, things were lively enough for Matt and Hayden to slip away to the bedroom for a few minutes of something-or-other.
Star was sitting with Hayden's ex-roommate Marcus who was neither gay and definitely did not pretend to be. He often hit on her, as he was doing this night, but it was not at all difficult for her to resist. After a few moments of polite conversation, she excused herself and sought out the bathroom. The first level was occupied - and by the sound of it, perhaps by more than one person. She went to check out the upper level.
The lights in the hallway were out. She struggled to see, and if it were not for the bedroom door ajar and the soft crack of light seeping through, she might have been completely blind. As she approached the door, she heard voices. She then realized where and why the boys had disappeared. Undoubtedly to christen the new bedroom, she thought.
Unable to help herself, she peeked through the barely open door crack into the room. Hayden was lying on the bed, shirt unbuttoned. Matt was on his side next to him, propped up on his elbow facing away from the door. His finger was teasingly tracing the definition in Hayden's stellar abdomen. Neither of the men spoke, and seemed content lingering on the moment. Star was content also. It wasn't everyday she witnessed the object of her desire and another beautiful man doting on each other so seductively. She was jealous, but aroused. Hayden looked angelic as always, his dark blonde hair falling here and there, his eyes sultry and penetrating in the muted light.
A loud bang came intrusively from the bottom of the stairs, as if someone had fallen over. Apparently this startled their pack of silence and tension, because Hayden jerked and looked over at the door, and suddenly sprang out of bed. Caught off guard, Star backed away from the door, but not in time. She was not even halfway down the hall when his hand caught the doorknob and it swung open. The lamplight now illuminated the hallway.
"Star," he beckoned. Reluctantly she turned to face him. As always, his eyes forced her to look at him, even though it was the last thing she wanted to do.
"Come here", he said quietly, and they moved toward each other a step. She stared at him, and for a few moments, neither of them spoke. "Do you want to join us, Star?" he said finally, bringing his voice down another notch. She pried her eyes from his and sought out the floor. He put his hand on her arm and she looked up again. He tipped his head toward the door, which had now swung partially closed again. As she let Hayden guide her into the room, Matt looked on incredulously.
"Star will be joining us," Hayden spoke softly, making eye contact with Matt and then with Star. Matt was now lying on his back, looking up at them slightly miffed or bemused - it was hard to tell which - but said nothing. He watched the two of him as Hayden led her by hand to the far side of the bed. Hayden resumed his position, head falling seductively back onto the pillow, and after a moment, Star took her place opposite Matt. There was suddenly a tremendous pressure in her chest as though she might burst.
Hayden reached over and began stroking her hair. As she closed her eyes she nearly fell into him, face first, but caught herself just before the moment they would've touched. She was now directly facing him on the pillow. Those eyes that she had wanted for so long, those lashes that had teased her endlessly called out to her now. She leaned in, and just a moment before she kissed one, they closed in acceptance. She drew back, and they opened again, but gingerly. She went in once more, this time pressing her lips to his, parting both of their mouths ever so slightly. She was unaware of Matt's feelings or actions - for this one moment, he might as well have been dead.
She gently put her hand to his face, brushing her thumb over his cheek and jaw, continuing down his neck to his collarbone. In an almost miming fashion, she herself began to draw imaginary lines in his chest and stomach with her fingers, brushing his shirt out of the way in the process. They found their way to the button on his jeans, where they now slid under his belt line, reappearing only for a moment to circle his belly button. He breathed in hard and quick, a near gasp, and as his body stiffened she stopped and let her hand rest on his abdomen.
"Hayden," she said in a hushed tone. "I just want to look at you." Her voice came out cracked and desperate. His body relaxed in a way that gave acceptance, and he exhaled deeply. His chest was now slowly but visibly beginning to heave. She also noticed that he was beginning to plump underneath the button fly. Her hand slid back down, unbuttoning him, and pushing the zipper downward slightly but with intent. Pulling the fabric apart, the zipper opened further, past the waistband of his shorts, until he lay exposed - pink and erect halfway through the fly of his boxers. For the first time, Star was vaguely aware of Matt and his interest in this little experiment. Her eyes and fingertips lingered longingly in his lower region for a few moments, although to her, it may as well have been eternity. Then she turned to kiss him again.
This time her tongue slid into his, softly but very intently. Her hand now on his collarbone, she felt him quiver slightly underneath her. His hands began to explore her shoulder and upper arms, and she somehow felt completely enveloped by them, despite their passiveness. She herself could do this eternally, just kiss him, if that was all she could have and he would let her. She placed all of the soft passion she could muster in her lips and tongue, and stole it back from him again. His skin was soft as she knew it would be, and his breath without taste, warm and misty.
She caught movement in the corner of her eye. Matt, by now quite aroused himself, was positioning his body in such a way that she knew he was also starving. She sensed that he was no doubt planning to suck Hayden, very soon, right here in front of her. She reluctantly left his mouth only to watch Matt now tugging at Hayden's jeans, who was responding favorably by raising his lower half off the bed. His vulnerability was incredibly sweet and arousing; she and Matt were still fully clothed and neither seemed to have any intent to change this fact. Hayden seemed timid but comfortable - she knew he was giving in to them and it was beautiful.
Matt's face closed in on Hayden's torso, kissing his stomach and groin area, initially neglectful of the one object of his desire. Hayden's mouth met hers again, simultaneously emitting a mild groan, which gave away Matt's true intentions now being played out. She glanced down once more to see Matt's mouth wrapped around Hayden below, and she herself became immersed in his air again, touching his skin, grabbing at his hair, and ravishing his mouth. She leaned over him and they locked hands.
His breathing became more exaggerated as did hers, and after a few minutes she sensed that inevitable, beautiful rhythm change that she had, for so long, desired to cause. She released the kiss, drawing back in time to witness him in full orgasmic ecstasy, his lips still parted as if she had not left them. He moaned and huffed and bit his lower lip. She simply gasped. At that moment, she wished desperately that he were pumping himself into her. But alas, Matt took Hayden in completely without a drop to spare.
Matt lay with his head now on Hayden's stomach, arms crossed over it. She leaned forward, and for a reason not quite clear to her, she touched Matt gently on the side of his head, and he responded by looking up lazily. She then leaned over, touching her mouth to his. His lips were slick, and tasted like Hayden.