Chapter 3: The Waiting Game

For the record, I am not a morning person. Never have been. For me, the challenge of overcoming the inertia of my groggy sleep state conjurs mental images of Houdini, breaking free of a straight jacket and fifty iron chains while under twenty feet of water. Yet somehow, I always manage. And as I was stumbling though the garage, groggily searching for my car to go to work, I bumped into Claire.

Normally the sharpest, most together person at the office, today she looked every bit as exhausted as I was.

"Long night?" I asked.

"Didn't get a single minute of sleep." A huge, shit-eating grin spread across her face, "But I'm not complaining."

"So, you and Tami?"

She nodded ecstatically, "Turns out there was a lot of pent-up tension between us."

"Damn, I only wish I could have seen it."

I finally found my car climbed inside.

"Hey Michael?"

"Yeah?"

"That naked picture of your girlfriend—showing us that wasn't an accident, was it?"

I gave her my most innocent expression. "What do you think?"

"I think I owe you one. I think we both do."

She glanced quickly around, checking to make sure there was nobody else in the parking garage with us.

"Speaking of which," she said, and then she quickly yanked up her blouse, flashing me a glimpse of her perfect, creamy breasts encased in a virtually transparent lace bra.

"See you at work," she smirked.

From then on, Claire did that every single morning. Always giving me a quick flash of her absolutely delicious—albeit totally unattainable—bosom. Her little way of thanking me for helping to bring her and Tami together. It quickly got much easier for me to wake up in the morning, knowing what was waiting for me downstairs.

If my first week working around Claire and Tami had been sexually frustrating, my second week was sexually excruciating. Since I had been the catalyst of them coming together, I also suddenly became their new mutual best friend, constantly on the receiving end of hugs and smiles and a mountain of affectionate attention.

And Tami—because she was Tami—went back to flirting shamelessly with me. Not with the goal of seducing me this time, just with the goal of making me feel like a stud. Still, it's hard to spend four hours a day hearing a hot, big-breasted girl tell you how good you look without your imagination running wild. And it didn't help that, ever since the night I'd given her that first back massage, there still remained an ever-present, unconsummated sexual tension between Tami and I. I couldn't stop dreaming about what would have happened if I hadn't pushed her away.

As predicted, the summer only got warmer, and as a result I spent most evenings and weekends in the pool at my apartment complex, splashing around with my two lovely coworkers and their increasingly sexy bikinis. Once the sun went down, we'd drift freely between each other's apartments, just enjoying each other's company.

At least once per day, they'd get turned on and start making out, right in front of me. But just as things started to get steamy, the girls always politely asked me to leave so they could have some privacy.

Sometimes—and I'm not proud of this—I'd stand just outside the door after I left, straining to listen through the wood as they moaned orgasmically in each other's embrace.

To combat all the sexual frustration, Sonya and I invented what we called "The Waiting Game"—waiting until she finished her summer school class so that she could get her degree, move out west, and we could go back to fucking like rabbits.

The Waiting Game worked like this:

Virtually every night (excepting when the power went out), I'd webcam Sonya before I went to bed and we'd masturbate furiously while she and I took turns telling steamy stories about Tami and Claire. I'd make up some scenario about an after-hours office-rendezvous with Claire, where I'd sit her down on the office copier, hiking up her skirt over that nice, tight ass, and fucking her—hard and rough—until she came so many times she couldn't see straight.

Or Sonya would narrate a fictional evening I spent dancing with Tami at a club, watching those enormous, round tits bouncing gloriously to the music as I ground my cock up against her soft, sexy body. I wouldn't be able to wait to get her back to my bed. I'd yank her clothes off right then and there, and screw her brains out against the wall, furiously suckling at her big, naked boobs.

Eventually, we started including Sonya as a participant in these stories, not just a voyeur, a development which drove her wild with lust. We'd discuss how she and the girls would all take turns fucking me and riding my mouth to endless, earth-shattering orgasms. Sonya particularly liked to fantasize about what she called "three-girl blowjobs."

But the despite the nightly cyber-sex, Sonya and I were frustrated beyond belief. In our three years of dating, we'd never gone more than a week without having sex. Now, neither of us had gotten laid in MONTHS. As the date of her move to California grew closer, the days just started to drag on and on. I couldn't stand it. Couldn't endure waiting for her to get here so I could finally fuck away all the hormones that had built up.

And yet, endure it I did. Filling my days hanging out with Tami and Claire, and filling my nights listening to my girlfriend describe how she wanted to watch me screw their brains out.

Then, after months of waiting, on the night before Sonya's flight out west—

"Ungh!" Sonya moaned, tilting the webcam down to show me that she had, in fact, inserted a third finger into her drenched blonde pussy. I continued my story where I'd left off:

"Then, with you and Claire sitting there watching, I pin Tami to the bed and straddle her chest—squeezing my long, aching cock between her humongous tits..."

"And then I throw Claire down on the bed right next to you!" Sonya blurted out.

The hand on my penis froze, mid-stroke. This was a new development.

"And what do you do to her?" I asked.

"I climb on top of her beautiful, gorgeous face and I—I—Oh god, I can't believe I'm saying this..." Sonya's face had turned bright red with arousal. She was fighting to breath as the fantasy overwhelmed her.

"What happens?" I pleaded.

"I drop myself onto her mouth and she—oh fuck! She licks me until I'm screaming—screaming—"

Sonya promptly started screaming, coming harder than I'd ever seen before.

"Wow," I smiled. I was already anxious to re-watch the video of Sonya's orgasm. Sonya shook herself back to reality.

"Is that really something you want to do?" I asked.

"I don't know. But it sure is hot to think about."

"Yeah."

Sonya and I both said our nightly "I love yous," and went to sleep.

...

I spent the entirety of the next day preparing the apartment for Sonya's arrival. Scrubbed everything top-to-bottom, stocked the fridge with all manner of yummy foods, and finally got around to putting away the absurd treasure trove of Xbox games I'd offhandedly left scattered all over the living room carpet.

Tami and Claire went a little out of their way too, baking cupcakes and purchasing a nice vase of flowers to greet their new neighbor.

Finally, after all those weeks of waiting, at 4:55 pm I got the call from Sonya saying that her flight had landed safely. I ran down to my car as fast as my legs would take me and broke one or two minor traffic laws getting my ass to the airport.

She was waiting for me, my oasis in the desert, standing at the curb outside the airport with a trio of suitcases that each looked bigger than her entire body. Considering that Sonya had been crammed in coach for the past six hours, I couldn't believe just how fantastic she looked. Loose-fitting clothes, no makeup, hair in a simple ponytail—none of it made a difference. She was a goddamn goddess. I parked the car at the yellow curb, hopped out, and—

"Hey you."

"Hey yourself."

I grabbed her and we kissed until airport security literally started screaming for us to move along.

Traffic getting out of the airport was a nightmare, but I hardly cared. I had Sonya back. Just feeling her presence next to me was enough to make me happy.

"So, how long until we get back to the apartment?"

"Depending on traffic, maybe a couple of hours."

"I don't think I can wait that long," she whispered, raising a naughty eyebrow. Her hand slowly moved into my lap.

"I missed you," I sighed, stiffening as she unzipped my fly.

"Mmm, been a hard couple of months, hasn't it?"

"You can say that again."

I forced all my concentration on the road in front of me as Sonya lowered her devilishly plump lips over my cock.

Yes ... I could not believe how amazing her blowjob felt. It had been so long since I'd felt any real sexual contact from another human being, I'd have sworn Sonya's lips had suddenly developed magical powers.

She made me come twice in her mouth on that drive home, and by the time we finally reached our apartment she was positively dripping with arousal. For fun, I carried Sonya over the threshold and tossed her playfully on the bed.

"There! Now get naked while I go and get your bags from the hallway. I'll give you the tour later."

Sonya giggled and hurriedly climbed under the covers as I ducked back outside for the luggage. Tami and Claire were standing in the hallway.

"Is she inside?" Claire asked, excited.

"Can we meet her?" Tami smiled.

For a split-second, I almost said, "Actually guys, I think she and I would like a little alone time, if you don't mind. I'm sure she'd love to meet you later tonight, though."

But then I thought about all those endless weeks Sonya and I had spent fantasizing about these two girls, and all the sexual frustration they had inadvertently built up in us along the way. So, instead of being polite, I decided to be diabolical.

"Yeah, of course," I said. "Come on inside."

Soon as the girls were inside, I promptly stripped off my shirt and kicked off my shoes.

"Michael?" Claire looked at me, confused.

"She's just through here," I explained. By the time we reached the bedroom, my pants were a puddle on the floor.

"What are you doing?" Tami whispered.

With a shrug, I opened the door and walked inside to find Sonya laying across the bed, naked as the day she was born. Her eyes flashed with excitement when she saw the two beautiful girls standing in the doorway behind me. I tugged my tight-fitting boxer-briefs down over my ass and let them slip away, giving Tami and Claire their first ever view of my naked butt—then I finally climbed into bed beside my girlfriend.

Sonya and I kissed hungrily, moaning into each other's mouths. I rolled onto my back beside her, making sure Tami and Claire got an unobstructed view of the action. Sonya gingerly cupped my balls as I slowly walked my fingers up her stomach, to the sweet softness of her breasts. With my other hand, I walked the fingers downwards, across the trimmed patch of blonde fuzz between her legs, and slowly began stroking the slippery outside of her cunt.

"Holy shit," Tami groaned, and both Sonya and I looked back over our shoulders, locking eyes with the two beautiful, slack-jawed voyeurs standing in our doorway. Their hands were clasped together in a vice-like grip and they were breathing fast—either terrified or totally turned on by what they were seeing.

We said nothing to them—talking always breaks the spell.

Sonya gently clasped my shaft, loosely sliding her grip up and down just tightly enough to make grazing contact. As she rolled onto her side, both of Sonya's beautiful breasts toppled into my face and my lips captured a plump pink nipple.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw one of Tami's hands drop between Claire's legs, anxiously squeezing the girl through her pants.

Awesome, so they like the show.

Sonya and I rocked back and forth on the bed, gently teasing each other until we were both at peak arousal. Sonya's warmth flooded across my fingers. She swung herself around and maneuvered over me—reverse cowgirl—so that we could both have a clear view of our audience in the doorway.

Taking hold of my length, Sonya carefully positioned her hot, boiling cunt right over the tip—generously lubricating me with her arousal.

"I can't—I mean, we shouldn't be—" Claire stammered.

Then I grabbed hard onto Sonya's hips and pulled her down onto my cock.

"Oh fuck yes! Finally!" Sonya screamed, screwing her hips around to take me even deeper. Her head fell forward, limp, dropping wavy curtains of blonde hair across her tits.