Chapter 2

I suppose that I could have left then — we had screwed, and I didn't think I could get it up again for a second attempt, so that didn't leave me much reason to be here. But it didn't feel right to leave, so I stayed. It was kind of nice, laying in bed with Dalbello like that. But not sexual or anything. And definitely not romantic, because she's like eight years older than me and already has a boyfriend. And not familial, because that would be just gross. It was nice in an undefined, fourth kind of way which I have no name for.

I pulled a blanket over us. Dalbello asked me about myself, and I told her pretty much everything about my life, which wasn't much to tell really, but I managed to stretch it into almost fifteen minutes. I think it's because I got in a ten-minute tangent halfway through about public transportation. Suffice to say I'm not a fan. I mean, all it takes is one guy who thinks that "showers" is a porn tag and nothing else and-- sorry, I don't want to go off on that again. Dalbello told me a fair bit about herself too — she lived here with her boyfriend Marcus, and was trying to get a job as a chef. She said she had lived in the poor part of town all her life, but she didn't really mind -- "life is what you make of it", she told me. Dalbello had apparently dated a lot of assholes, but said that Marcus actually loved her. He was also the one who introduced her to swinging, so I made a note to thank him the next time I saw him.

The more she talked, the more I noticed how different it was from the way I spoke. She was to the point and clear, while I tended to ramble, and she seemed to imbue each word with conviction and finality. I wondered if I would be like that once I got older. I hoped so.

"So we're pretty far in debt," Dalbello finished with a shrug. "I go to school for four years to become a chef, and then there are no jobs for it when I get out. For anything better than working a deep-fryer, at least.""Hey, I worked a deep-fryer last summer."

She laughed again. I was growing used to her laugh — although it wasn't that weird a laugh. Just kind of refreshing.

Something stirred underneath the blanket. (And no, it wasn't my dick.) I felt a warm body brush against my leg and looked down just in time to see a head pop out from under the blankets, between me and Dalbello. A female, teenage head. (Although technically heads are sexless, because it's only the body they're attached to which — ah, forget about it. Also, cool band.)

The girl had pale skin, tangled brown hair running down to her shoulders, and a pimply, but smiling face. I'll be honest — she wasn't the prettiest girl in the world. She wasn't a hag or anything, but she looked like your typical teenage girl sans cosmetics. Which isn't entirely different from a teenage boy's face. So I guess I'm glad that teenage boys mostly don't care about their appearances, because that would be confusing. I decided that she was a girl, and she was in a bed with me, and that meant she was damn pretty enough.

"Hiya," the girl said.

"Don't you have your own victim, Alicia?" Dalbello asked.

Alicia shrugged playfully. "Old Paul didn't take long to pop, so I decided to swing by here and see what you've got yourself." Her shoulders were bare, and I could feel warm skin against mine, so I figured she was naked. God, did people just walk around naked here? Though that wouldn't be too bad. I mean, it would save on clothing costs at least.

"I'm James. This is my first time. Coming here, I mean. Although for that too." I offered Alicia my hand.

She ignored my outstretched hand and chose instead to shake my dick as a form of greeting. "Alicia. Pleased to meet you."

Yeah, you know what I said about probably being done for the night? I take that back.

Dalbello reached around to pull Alicia away from me. "Are you trying to cut in on my man?" "Hey, we can share!" Alicia protested. "I'm sure James would like that.""Actually--""You don't get a vote!" Dalbello barked. I recoiled, before I realized they were mostly playing around. Sometimes I really need to relax.

Eventually Dalbello relented. "Aw, all right. As long as he can still eat my pussy. For a virgin, he was quite good.""Thanks, Dal," May said with a grin. She had sat up and let the covers slide off, revealing her entire body. She had nice perky tits (if I had to pull a size out of my ass, I'd say B-cup), and a lithe, muscular frame. Light brown hair was thatched around her cute little pussy. A very different body than Dalbello's, but equally attractive. "Make-up kiss?"

Without waiting for a response, she moved in, and the two pairs of lips met as my dick hardened even more. The supposed make-up kiss actually turned into a pretty passionate affair, with Alicia rubbing her body up against Dalbello's to my enjoyment, and I think theirs too — I noticed both girls getting noticeably wetter.

Alicia dug two fingers into the dark woman's snatch, and Dalbello broke from her to mutter another pleasured coo. Alicia slid her fingers out, pulling out a string of my cum. To my astonishment, she casually lifted it up to her mouth and took a taste. "Not bad." At that moment, so much as a touch would have sent me off on another orgasm. Hell, it wasn't so much the act as the naughty smile on Alicia's face as she gulped down my seed.

"Let's not get poor James all worked up, okay?" Dalbello said with a mischievous twinkle in her eyes.

"You're right. Why don't you come over here, Jim, and show me what Dal was just talking about." Alicia invited me in with a crooked finger.

I slowly shifted forward, trying to regain my composure — I was still hard as a rock, but in less imminent danger of explosion. I leaned in between the two girls, Dalbello moving out of the way, and captured one of Alicia's breasts in my mouth. I took care to suckle on it gently this time, my tongue flicking out to flirt with her nipples. "That's nice," she muttered.

Dalbello shifted out of the way again and for a moment she was gone from my mind. Alicia grabbed ahold of my hair and pushed me downwards. "Eat my goddamn cunt," she muttered, a certain depravity in her voice.

Not really wanting to argue with Alicia at this point, I did as I was told, trying to repeat what I had done to Dalbello, albeit less tentative. I licked around her slit, and even ventured my tongue into her tunnel. Alicia gasped, but didn't stop talking. "Fuck yeah. That feels soo good." Her breathless praises were keeping me turned on more than anything else.

I felt Dalbello press up behind me. She pressed her lips up against my ass, running her tongue down my crack. I shivered and jerked, the cool sensation crawling up my spine. Dalbello moved lower, and soon I felt her warm tongue against my balls, as she bathed them and her saliva. I shuddered, and tried to get back to servicing Alicia.

I flicked my tongue up towards her clitoris, causing Alicia to squeal loudly. I moved forward into her sparse pubes, and sealed my mouth around her pussy, sucking up her juices while flickering my tongue across her opening. She tasted sweet, by the way.

Behind me, Dalbello had slid between my legs to get better access to my balls. I felt her pause and groan, and looked back briefly to see that she was frigging herself as she sucked. It was an erotic sight, her thin fingers plunging in and out of her dark cunt. I turned my head back around and continued my frequently-interrupted cunnilingus, only to stop and freeze again once Dalbello swallowed my dick. I could feel her wet tongue working its way around my cock and exhaled loudly, trying not to come right there.

To my surprise, Alicia pulled away from me, nearly standing up on the bed. "All right, new plan. James, turn over." Puzzled, I did as I was told, flipping onto my back. Alicia shifted a bit, and then sat directly down on my face, nestling my head in between her thighs. My vision was reduced to her pussy, and I have to say I didn't mind.

Dalbello had presumably backed away, but I presumed she would resume her blowjob. In the meantime, I went back to my pussy-eating, lapping at Alicia's slit and venturing up to flick at her clit. She groaned and continued to tell me how good it felt, in lurid detail. I got even hotter when I felt the slick, warm grip of Dalbello's pussy grip me again.

The three of us started moving as one, a well-oiled fuck machine. Dalbello would impale herself upon my cock and I would thrust back at the same time as I rolled my tongue over Alicia's clit. Alicia mainly helped the mood, by muttering things like "Fuck me with your tongue, you goddamn stud" or "Fuck... I'm gonna come soon... yeah, keep doing that!" or just a simple "Uuuunnnnggghhh!"