Part 3

Jamie was resting on top of Marc. She could feel how she was about to slide into sleep time and again but she knew it would be a hell of a hard time sleeping on the sofa. She had to get Alyssa's spare mattress and to get that she needed to get into Alyssa's room. She started wondering if something was going on between Alyssa and Scott and suddenly she was fully awake.

She slid out of the sofa and when Marc wanted to know what was up she told him she was getting some beddings. Soon they were both standing outside Alyssa's door.

"Shouldn't we knock?" Marc whispered when Jamie closed her hand around the doorknob.

Jamie grinned and silently pushed the door open. Alyssa was lying on top of Scott. He was still under his cover but she had pushed hers aside. Her nightie was pushed so far up one of her breasts were bared. One of Scott's hands was buried between Alyssa's buttocks, and obviously buried even deeper between her thighs. His other hand was cupping the bared breast and his mouth was closed around the nipple.

Alyssa's closed eyes opened and her open mouth closed. She understood someone else was in the room and bolted from the bed. At the same time as she stood beside the bed she was frantically trying to push down her nightie.

"Ja... Jamie?" she breathed.

"Hi," Jamie smiled and took Alyssa's hand. "I have a great idea. You and I visit the bathroom," she said to Alyssa. "And you two," she continued to Marc and Scott, "can make the bed."

"There's a mattress and sheets in that wardrobe," Alyssa said and pointed at the wardrobe before Jamie pulled her out of the room.

"What's up?" Alyssa asked when Jamie closed the bathroom door.

"I'm gonna shave your pussy," Jamie stated calmly.

"You gonna do what?" Alyssa cried.

Jamie hushed her. "You'll wake the neighbors." She picked out a razor and shaving gel from Alyssa's bathroom cupboard. "It's not like you've never shaved before..."

"But not my... and... I... you..."

"Besides... " Jamie mumbled, her mouth just centimeters from Alyssa's. "That bush of yours is just... not sexy! Trust me... You'll love it." She opened the lid to the toilet and draped a towel over the back, then she grabbed the waistline of Alyssa's nightie but when she wanted to pull it up, Alyssa grabbed her hands and stopped her.

"I'm not sure about this."

"I am," Jamie mumbled and stroked her lips against Alyssa's. "Trust me."

Alyssa closed her eyes and when Jamie pulled Alyssa's nightie upwards a second time Alyssa allowed her to.

"Sit," Jamie ordered.

Alyssa did.

"Hold your nightie," Jamie continued and squirted a dab of shaving foam into her hand. Alyssa gathered her nightie under her full breasts while she blushed furiously. She closed her eyes trying to pretend nothing special was going on. When Jamie started thoroughly smearing the foam into Alyssa's pubic hair Alyssa gasped and her eyes flew open again. She wanted to close her thighs, but Jamie was pushing them apart and while she continued massaging the foam into Alyssa's pussy hairs, Alyssa's mind filled with the memory of their kiss earlier in the evening. Alyssa found that she longed for more. This combined with Jamie's insistent rubbing between her legs made Alyssa hotter than ever and soon she started to worry that Jamie could see how horny she was.

"Aren't you finished yet?" Alyssa asked warily.

"Soon," Jamie replied. "Your hairs are pretty coarse."

"Oh, ohkay..."

Jamie looked up at Alyssa for a moment; Alyssa's eyes were closed and one of her hands where tightly clutching the edge of the sink. Jamie smiled and continued rubbing.

When Scott and Marc had finished fixing the mattress in the living room, they went to the kitchen and Marc smoked a cigarette.

"Any luck so far?" Marc asked between smokes.

Scott shrugged. "Some."

Marc leaned over the table. "Jamie is hot like hell! My god, man she's a hot number!"

"I thought you said something about being discrete before?" Scott grinned.

"Hey!" Marc mumbled and looked cautiously at the half open kitchen door. "Don't talk too loud."

Scott leaned back in his chair and clasped his fingers behind his head. "Just don't talk about it then," he smiled.

"Yeah?"

Scott nodded and gazed out in the hallway, but Jamie and Alyssa was still in the bathroom.

"Wonder what they do," Scott said.

"Girl stuff," Marc replied and placed his cigarette between his lips.

Even though the razor was sharp it was like a light caress when Jamie used it on Alyssa. Alyssa sighed and clenched her teeth. The razor, Jamie's hands and Alyssa's fantasies - all three had brought Alyssa to the verge of coming and now she was balancing on the edge; terrified Jamie would notice anything while at the same time dying for release. Jamie, however, seemed anything by aware of Alyssa's inner turmoil and she slowly kept shaving.

"Are... are you gonna shave off everything?" Alyssa wondered when she looked down and saw how far Jamie had gotten.

"Sure," Jamie replied. "Just like me. Shave off everything and it will be easy to eat you... for him," Jamie added and nodded in the general direction of Scott and Marc. "Or do you want me to... stop?"

"No, go on!" Alyssa swallowed and prayed Jamie hadn't heard just how eager she had sounded. Jamie's gentle shaving slowly drove Alyssa crazy, but it wasn't near enough to make her come. She needed to beat off. She had to. When Jamie finally stopped shaving her she wanted so badly to squeeze her legs tightly that her eyes filled with tears.

"Are you okay?" Jamie asked while she filled a glass with water.

"I..." Alyssa stuttered. "I think I need."

"We need to rinse away the shaving foam and any hairs," Jamie noted while she started to slowly pour the water from the glass and onto Alyssa's crotch.

Alyssa closed her eyes, grabbed the toilet seat and while the warm water caressed her skin and gently trickled into the water closet below her butt she could not help parting her thighs just a little bit more, pushing her crotch towards Jamie. When the glass was empty, Jamie filled it again and continued to pour water in a thin stream, dancing over Alyssa's hot folds. Alyssa knew she wouldn't come, but she couldn't force herself to tell Jamie what she really wanted. Jamie, however, knew.

"I better check one last time that you are really smooth," she whispered.

Alyssa wanted to tell her "no", she wanted to make Jamie stop. She was scared to death about what Jamie was revealing to her, and at the same time, she would have died if Jamie hadn't done what she was just doing; slowly putting down the glass on the floor and sliding her soft, warm palms up along Alyssa's thighs; closer, higher, slower. Alyssa stared at the hands. They stopped just as they were about to arrive. Alyssa raised her gaze and met Jamie's eyes. She knew what Jamie wanted her to do.

"Please," she whispered.

They kept the gaze; locked and unable to break away. One of Jamie's hands slid higher between Alyssa's thighs and finally Alyssa felt how the itch and ache in her pussy was caressed into pleasure. A mute scream passed over her lips. Her thighs shivered and her hips started rolling against Jamie's moving hand.

Alyssa shook her head from side to side, causing her long hair to whip in the air. "I need," she thought. "I need... I need... to come." Jamie pushed four fingers and most of her hand, part from her thumb, into Alyssa's lubricated wetness. A coarse groan passed over Alyssa's lips and her body started to shake badly.

Jamie kept pumping her fingers in and out of Alyssa but just as she was about to add her thumb and maybe all of her hand Alyssa snapped back into sitting position, pulled her crotch out of Jamie's reach and squeezed her thighs together.

"I..." she mumbled. "I can't..."

Alyssa stared down at Jamie with a bewildered, almost scared expression before she bolted to her feet and almost knocked Jamie over. She reached for the bathroom door while pulling down her nightie and before Jamie could say anything or stop her she had left.

Scott was lying in the bed again. The cover was reaching his waist and his upper body was bare.

"Hi," Alyssa mumbled as he noticed her.

"Hi," he replied.

Alyssa stepped into the room.

"Last time I saw you like that I was wondering if you were naked under that cover," Alyssa slowly mumbled.

"Do you want that?"

Alyssa closed the door behind her.

"Maybe."

"Why don't you come over here and find out?"

"We're not gonna fuck," Alyssa mumbled while she slid into the bed at her side.

Scott nodded. They were lying side by side, staring into the ceiling. They didn't speak. Alyssa was wet. Not wet with water from the shaving -- it took only a couple of minutes for that dampness to be sucked into her gown -- this wetness was deeply buried inside her; slick wetness, that made her sensitive pussy lips caress each other whenever she moved or turned. She was burning.

She moved closer to Scott. He glanced at her but he said nothing. Then she grabbed his cover and slid under it. They were close now. Scott turned on his side, placed his arm under her head and she slid a little closer. She reached out and found him hard and naked. As her hand wrapped around his thick, heat she started trembling and panting.

They kissed. Alyssa emitted a low whine while she grabbed his ass and pulled him hard into her. Then she rolled on top of him, grounding her crotch into his. The only thing that kept them apart now was her nightie and it was slipping up, she wanted it to slip further up, she wanted to get rid of it. Scott pushed his hands under it and grabbed her ass. The garment slid even higher and they both gasped as they could feel their genitals grinding into each other.

Scott groaned when he finally understood what Jamie and Alyssa had been up to in the toilet. He pushed her nightie upwards, Alyssa assisted him and together they undressed her. She slid up extra high and suddenly she could feel his cock poking at her puffy slit instead of being captured between their bellies. Alyssa didn't stop to think or hesitate, she reached behind her, took his hot shape between her fingers and guided him right, right to her opening, right into her, to the only right place for his hard, smooth staff.

At the first penetration her body was resisting the dry friction, but as he pulled back and pushed into her again, he was wet and his caress was smooth and firm as he embedded deeply in her. She was filled, packed with hot steel, complete. He rolled on top of her and she started to realize that he might actually make her come; she might actually have an orgasm.

"God! You're so soft!" Scott gasped.

He slowly moved in her, millimeter-by-millimeter, gently caressing skin against skin; stimulating nerves that in turn lit fuming fires of pleasure and lust in them both. They were hardly moving at all, yet they were both filled with a roaring storm of sensations, a heaving ocean of pleasure, rising higher with each new wave until there was nothing else than the caress of skin, the sensation of being filled, of penetrating. Scott hissed while trying to keep in control. Alyssa was already whimpering and she knew that before long she would start screaming. Then she would loose control. Then...

Jamie was sitting on top of Marc, his hardness deeply buried inside her. She was grinding into him with rolling hips when she heard a stifled sob from Alyssa's room. She stopped, listening but Marc kept pumping up at her so she placed her hand on his belly to stop him.

"Hush," she whispered. "Can you hear?"

They both listened in silence. A moan could clearly be heard from Alyssa's room. It was a female voice.

"They're fucking," Jamie gasped.

"Yeah?" Marc replied and gave her another push. "So are we."

"No," Jamie frowned at him. "Listen!"

"You like to listen?" Marc whispered after watching Jamie for a while.

"Yeah," Jamie moaned. "It drives me crazy thinking about what they are doing in there. Makes me wanna watch..."

"Wanna sneak a peek?"

"No, Alyssa will notice."

Jamie listened for a little while longer. "Scott must be doing something right; she told me she never make sounds."

A long series of short but soft whines revealed that Alyssa was indeed being fucked.

"Scott must be fucking her brains out in there," Jamie breathed.

"Maybe he is," Marc mumbled and pulled Jamie down to him. "I am planning on doing the same to you right now."

He started rolling on top of her, but she stopped him.

"No," she whispered with a sharp voice. "I want to listen!"

"You're really into Alyssa, aren't you?" Marc asked.

"It makes me horny," Jamie started to confess but right then Alyssa's phone rang.

Jamie froze and stared down at Marc. He was still moving up at her, moving in her. The phone rang again.

"Shit," Jamie mumbled and started to rise from Marc.

Marc grabbed her hips and tried to hold her back in order to keep the contact between them.

"I need to answer the phone before Alyssa," Jamie tried to protest but she was too late. Alyssa appeared from her room, wrapped in her cover. She picked up the phone.

Jamie sunk back down on Marc who sighed with relief, but she didn't move, instead she was watching Alyssa, trying to hear what she was saying through the glass doors.

Alyssa sat on the chair by the phone; she rested her head in the palm of one of her hands while she held the handset in the other. She nodded several times. Heavy nods. Then she shook her head. Jamie wanted to go to her, to make sure all was okay, but Marc still held her hips and she wasn't sure Alyssa wanted her to intrude.