Wow! So where to begin? Well, I guess I should say that prior to this event I was really shy. There, with that said it's safe to continue! My boyfriend seems to really enjoy me posting my experiences for others to enjoy.

One of my most private fantasies is to have a threesome with my deliciously virile boyfriend and my best friend Grace. They both have an appetite for kinky sex and that would overshadow any hesitation that I might have. But, like I said this is just a fantasy.

"Being best friends and roommates we share everything, why not sex?" That was the question sandy-blonde Grace asked me one day while we were working out together. Half-way through the set of sit-ups I completely lost count and just stared at her. I couldn't tear my eyes away from her creamy-smooth long legs and her being the bold, I-get-what-I-want person that she is, made it worse. She's persistent and damn near unrelenting when she knows what she wants and how to get it. My chest tightened and I inwardly panicked to come up with something not to alert her that what she had just said made my nipples hard and my belly tingle.

"That's just it, we share everything, can't we just leave sex as one of those things, as few as they might be, that we don't? I swear you come up with this stuff to throw me off balance. Plus, as cute as you are you're not my type." We both laughed as she tried to feign being insulted, tossing back her sandy-blonde hair.

I started my sit-ups again.

"Well you can't blame me for asking, after all, you didn't expect for us to fool around in high school but we did, and you know you liked it."

If there was a rock that I could have crawled under I would have right then. Instead, I continued my reps and acted as if what she'd just said had no effect on me, that I didn't remember the way her tongue felt sliding in and out of me. Whew, my thoughts could get me into trouble if they continued this way. I'd end up on my back, sweaty and moaning, getting-tongue fucked from my best friend. Nope, there's no way I could keep thinking about this.

Finally finished at the gym, we made our way to the women's showers. I stripped off my sweaty sports bra and shorts and grabbed my shampoo and towel. Grace was somewhere behind me when I went under the spray of hot water.

"Come on, you have to admit it would be fun, and if you want to you can even have your boyfriend watch. I wouldn't mind, and I doubt he would either. What guy wouldn't want two willing girls going at each other? That'd blow his mind. I wouldn't even fuck him if you'd have a problem with it."

So I must have been dreaming, or Grace was a mind reader. This was really too good to pass up, even for me.

"Well, I'd have to ask him first to make sure that he's okay with this. I don't want to cheat on him, but there's no way I could ask. You'd have to."

That said, I turned around so the water hit my back. Grace was there right in front of me in all her naked glory. She took the soap from me and got her hands all soapy and slippery. They moved over my breasts and I shivered. The light touch of her palms had my nipples puckered, and I could feel the slow, insistent heat start to pool between my legs. It really wasn't fair for me to be so responsive to just a light touch. If this continued, I would really have to throw my ideals of not cheating to the wayside, and have something more than these light teasing caresses.

Grace lathered me up from head to toe, and all I could do was lean against the wall for support. As her hands continued their descent, tickling and fondling, I gasped as she slipped her hand between my legs. I was wet, and her sudsy hand slid into my folds with ease as she teased my clitoris. I closed my eyes and arched my pelvis towards her. I was rewarded by the removal of her wayward hand, leaving my pussy bereft.

"Good, now I know that you want me bad enough and you're not going to chicken out. You really should stop being so uptight and just do the things that you want, like fucking me."

What a way to get a point across; I could hardly keep still; all I wanted was to come and frankly I didn't care how it happened.

Patience is a virtue. That's what I kept telling myself for the week that passed without any more talk of the "supposed threesome". Truthfully, every time my mind wandered I thought about it. When I slept I dreamed about it, and awoke to my panties wet, my heart racing, I touched my breasts, squeezed my nipples, fingered myself til I came. Part of me wanted Grace to walk in on me, naked on my bed, biting my bottom lip trying to not moan as I thought of eating her pussy while I got fucked from behind, rubbing my clit until I shattered and climaxed.

I was asleep. I half woke when I felt something lightly encircle my wrist. Still fuzzy from sleep, my mind didn't register that my other wrist was also already fastened quite securely to the posts of my canopy bed. When it set in that I couldn't move my hands freely, I started to panic. It was still pitch black and my eyes did not have time to adjust to the darkness when something went around my eyes, and then my neck. The bed dipped under someone else's weight -- my body went completely rigid.

I didn't know if I should scream or be quiet. I groaned inwardly at my lack of discretion. I had no clothes on, and whoever had bound me, and was now right next to me, could do with me as they pleased. My heart was racing and I could neither see nor hear anything else. I held my breath and tried to calm myself. I didn't dare move. I felt someone get on the bed on the other side of me... I tried to determine what would be outcome if I tried to kick and scream my way out. A warm wet mouth covered my nipple. I screamed, but it was smothered in a kiss that took my breath away.