Chapter 7

“Wow. Wow wow wow!” Max cheered as I let her go. Alex charged my face, displacing Max and grabbing my skull. Her kiss was sloppy, random, and awesome. I moved my hands to her waist.

“Hey there,” Sam purred, and squeezed my cock through my jeans. Her breasts were pressed into the back of my ribs.

Alex broke the kiss in a rush backwards. She was red, flushed, giggling. She grinned broadly. She was almost apologetic in saying: “Sam’s knuckles were tickling me.”

I reached down, intent on inhibiting Sam’s forward charge to slow down, but Max jumped in front of me again: she tried to go for the greedy kiss that Alex had made, but was nervous. She wasn’t willing to be as random or at all sloppy. She came on sweet.

“Don’t just hold my wrist and her hip,” Sam whispered to me, so close that her lips pressed against my ear. “Take hold of her titties.”

Alex helped. Sam reversed her arm to take a grip of my wrist. Alex slapped my hand right on Max’s breast. She wasn’t gentle. The impact of my hand on Max’s flesh was a thunderclap. Our kiss broke as the engineering student moaned.

“And gotcha!” Sam rushed my right hand onto Max’s left boob. I started weighing them, caressing them, discovering her. Her lips shook. Her eyes widened. Her nipples could not get harder.

“Wow,” Max mumbled. She smiled when she could.

“Now that I see them, you were right, Sam,” Alex leered. “Max does need bigger bras.”

“I wear a 36 double D!” Max grew paler. “I don’t know if I want them bigger!”

“They are, though,” Alex countered. “Aren’t you supposed to be the science and evidence girl?”

“A little harder!” Sam interrupted the old friends’ teasing. She grabbed my fingers to give me a big honk of Max’s breast.

“Shit! Sorry!” Max exclaimed. Her skin was flushed and her breathing had been heating up. Alex was laughing.

“You’ve got two hands, why’re you only working on one girl?” Sam teased as she pulled my hand back from Max’s boob. I realized I needed to take control. She dragged me onto her own tit. Alex grabbed my other hand and slapped it on her own breast.

“But what about me?” Max looked down. There were red finger marks, light but visible, on her squeezed breast. I gave her a smile. I honked Alex and Sam as hard as Sam had forced me to honk Max.

“Shit!” Sam started laughing.

“Ooh!” Alex beamed warmly.

I looked Max right in her big deer-in-the-headlights eyes. She smiled. Her hands journeyed behind her butt. Her smile was never big enough to show her teeth. I stuck out my tongue. She snorted and rushed me.

I was posed strangely. My arms were out and hooked like I was trying to embrace Max without touching her. At the end of each arm was a warm breast of teenaged gi--woman. My head was dragged down; at least they were taller than most. Max sucked my tongue into her lips before I could pull it back in and quip at her.

“Really?” Sam questioned. “Max, we’re on boobs now. He’s supposed to be licking and sucking on your nipple.”

“What?” Max wouldn’t let go of my head as she broke the kiss and looked over her shoulder at Sam. I started on the side of her neck. She shuddered and moaned.

Alex made me honk her boob once more before she lifted my hand off and set it on Max’s ass. The theatre student rushed to my side. She grabbed my legs.

“Trust me,” she whispered excitedly in my ear. She forced me to kneel before Max by dragging me down one knee at a time. Sam wouldn’t give up my hand. She held my fingers with both of her hands, making sure I wandered and felt everything Max’s mountains had to offer. I scaled down Max’s skin as I was lowered. She blushed through her neck and across and over the slopes of her tits. She guided her own nipple into my lips.

“Boys really like tits,” she analysed.

“That’s her really hard science classes teaching her that,” Alex teased.

“I dunno, I think everyone likes tits,” Sam said, and blushed.

“She’s got two,” Alex teased Sam and pointed to Max. “And there’s plenty of room next to Gene.”

Max looked surprised. I watched her with my eyes rolled up. She reached out for Sam and nodded. A shy smile bloomed on Max’s face. I nipped a little and her gasp broke that smile.

Sam’s eyes widened. Her lips pulled back: half smiling girl, half hungry wolf. “You ... you want me to?!” Max nodded again. Sam practically glowed with excitement as she latched herself to Max. I grinned, and stroked her hair.

“Don’t do anything that makes you uncomfortable,” I said. Max jumped as I squeezed her butt through her jeans. “Do everything that doesn’t.”

“Yes!” Sam said on a raspy crackle. She cleared her throat and apologized under her breath. She led my hand down to Max’s ass. The redhead was stiff yet melty. I squeezed and took her other nipple into my mouth. Alex pulled away from me. Sam knelt down at my elbow.

“Really?” Alex beamed. Max quaked as me and her roommate kissed her nipples. Sam looked at me, not to be certain I was excited but to follow my example. I could start taking control.

I took Max’s breast in one hand and laid my other hand on her stomach. Sam squeezed, popping out Max’s nipple, and laid her hand atop of mine. I started with a long lick, from the underside up and around the outside of Max’s breast. Max made a warm purring sound. Sam licked, with a smaller, less full-on tongue along the inverse slope. Max shivered, and suppressed a tickled laugh. I dragged my lips downward, kissing up the hill to the perky peak. Sam made wetter louder kisses, and started over at the bottom when she got to the top.

“This is hot,” Alex grinned. “How does it feel?”

“Go-ood,” Max warbled as I first claimed her nipple with my teeth and then closed my lips down around its pale pinkness. She shrieked when Sam tried. “He didn’t bite me! Just, a little with your teeth. Better.”

Her breathing slowed down. Her hands, which she had been holding away from her like she had no idea how they worked, landed on my shoulder and Sam’s. She gripped tighter when I sucked harder. I began leading Sam’s hand down Max’s belly.

“Slow, please ... like maybe keep it outside my panties?” I took Max’s question as an enforcement of her boundaries. She wouldn’t have stopped me. If I couldn’t tell from her voice, I could tell from the grip of her fingers, or the urge of her hips. Her fingers trembling, Sam unbuttoned Max’s jeans. I dragged Sam’s hand lower.

Sam lifted her head from Max’s nipple. She looked like she’d gone beyond euphoric and into delirious. “W-you gotta make her cum!” Sam stuttered excitedly. I sucked harder. Max shook hotly. “Oh, he’s on it.”

“He really is!” Alex cheered. She was watching from nearly two paces back. Her hands were closed with her fingers laced through each other in front of her tits. She kept licking and biting her bottom lip. She watched, not joining in.

“Thank you,” Max squeaked as I put Sam’s and my hands below her crotch, though between her thighs. Her knees were bent crooked to bring her tits better closer to our mouths but she dropped a little lower to touch herself to our hands. I looked up. She had her eyes shut tight. Her lips moved but she made no supplications or demands. I grabbed the meat of her thigh; Sam did the same with our knuckles rocking against each other’s. Heft the breast. Squeeze the leg. Suck the nipple. Shake the girl.

Her thumb was really starting to hurt me. Her grip on my shoulder had landed so she could stab under my collarbone with her thumb. I’d feel a sharp pain. I’d smack her thumb with my chin. I’d pull her nipple with my teeth. She’d flinch and the pain would jump again. I let go of her nipple with my teeth and lips. Sam followed my example. I took Max’s hand and she slumped forward.

She could’ve put me in a headlock. She was leaning across our shoulders and balancing herself on the arm of my chair. I reached through her legs, grabbed her ass cheek. She was hot and wet through layers of denim and cotton. Sam’s hand had Max’s other cheek.

“No, stay. Hold her up.” I kept Sam on her knees as I climbed to my feet. I straddled Max’s foot. Her bare toes tickled the instep of my sock. I gave her a spank to hold her ass and drag my looped-under hand deeper into the valley of her thighs.

“Look at her go!” Alex exclaimed, watching the whip of Max’s lower spine and the bounce of her butt. Max was humping my palm and Sam’s wrist.

“I can’t help it!” Max moaned over her shoulder to Alex. She had to explain herself, defend something. Her breath was off and ragged. I curled my wrist and pressed the heel of my palm into her sex.

“Then get excited for it!” Alex urged. She had never seen anything like what she was watching, if her mesmerized face and agape smile were any indication. I looked at the way her knuckles were white and her ankles were bouncing. She had all of the energy, and no outlet at hand. I grinned at her. She turned to meet Max’s gaze. “You could tag me in if you want?”

“I--No--Let me--Hah!” Sam’s wrist bone was right at the entrance to Max’s sex, while the force of my hand was running the base of her zipper across the clit. She stomped her foot, slapping mine. Her hair whipped as she thrashed her head.

“Is? Is she cumming?” Sam seemed shocked.

“Yes! Yes!” Max shouted. She was on a hair trigger. I felt omnipotent as I dug my hand in harder and took a tighter grip of her bubbly muscular ass. “Yes!”

“Wow,” Sam said, awestruck. “Okay, if that’s what orgasms are like, then I don’t think I ever had one.”

“You will tonight,” I said. I was committed now. Each girl had to experience and witness the others, and when the high energy and hormones burned off after sleep we could begin our female relationship power games in the morning. “If you do a good job with Max.” Sam’s eyes widened.

“Oh shit! Sorry!” Max swung her hips. It was fun to hold on. Alex squealed and blushed like she hadn’t all night. Her knees were tight together as she watched.

“Shit! Shit! Sorry! Sorry! Wow!”

I had to grin at Max’s exclamations.

“You could pull her jeans down and fuck her right now,” Sam breathed, her voice searing.

“Language, young lady,” I laughed as Max apologized for another ‘shit’.

“What? Really?” Sam flinched.

“Fuck no! Whatever you want to say. Say it, and say it loud.” I slapped Max’s ass. “Like our girl is about to.”

“Fuck! My vulva feels better than it ever fucking has!” Max growled into the arm of my chair. She lifted her face, panting, and muttered another “Sorry.”

Alex was giggling. Sam was laughing. I was soothing Max’s ass with one hand. Sam’s and my underhands ran down to Max’s thighs as she wobbled and cooled off. I leaned down and kissed her in the small of her back.

“You’re not the only gi--woman here,” I said with my cheek laid against Max’s back.