Three Little Words

Christy looked at me calmly. Then she smiled and let her eyelids droop closed as Wren licked her. She was so worked up that I thought she’d come quickly, but Wren knew what she was doing. They’d been lovers since before I’d met them, so they knew each other’s bodies well. Still, Wren took her time and reacquainted herself with Christy’s pussy.

I was half-tempted to straddle Wren’s thighs and slide my cock into her, but I didn’t think Christy was ready for that kind of threesome. She must have sensed my thoughts, though, because she opened her eyes and looked at me again. Then she pulled my hand to her lips and began sucking my finger.

“Mmm, feels good in my mouth. But I need something bigger.”

“Your wish is my command.”

“I heard that,” Wren said, her voice muffled.

Christy frowned and looked a question at me.

“Long story. I’ll tell you later.”

She nodded and glanced at my hard-on. “Are you going to make me beg?”

I leapt to my knees and scooted toward her. Her lips closed over the head of my cock and she swirled her tongue around it. I twisted her nipple, and she moaned as she began sucking in earnest.

I let her enjoy herself for a minute or two before I cupped the back of her head and forced more of my cock into her mouth. She whimpered when the glans entered her throat, and her nipples strained toward the ceiling as she arched her back.

Wren began fingering her and licking her clit at the same time. Christy’s chest and neck flushed with arousal, and her breathing grew shallow as her climax approached. All of a sudden she stiffened and clutched the sheets, although she didn’t release my dick.

Her orgasm seemed to last forever, until she finally let out her breath through her nose. Her nostrils flared as she breathed hard. Wren planted a few gentle kisses and then looked up at me.

“Did you come?”

“No.”

“She’s ready. For you to fuck her.”

Christy stopped nursing and looked up at me with panicky eyes.

“Relax,” I chuckled, “I’m not going to.”

“Why not?” Wren said. “She’s ready.”

“She isn’t,” I said calmly. “But she’ll let me know when she is.”

Christy swallowed hard and nodded.

“But—”

“Wren, chill out. We’ll do it when we’re ready.”

“Yeah, I know,” she said sullenly. “I guess I want it more than she does.”

“She wants it a lot, but she’s scared.”

“Scared of what? Never mind. Hold on.” She climbed over Christy’s hip and lay next to her.

Christy glanced up at me.

“I’m fine,” I said. “You know me, always up for a conversation in the middle of sex.” I slid down and propped myself on one elbow.

Christy rolled her eyes but turned toward Wren. Her whole body relaxed when I scooted behind her and rested a hand on her hip. Then she sighed as I slid my hard-on between her thighs. I could’ve entered her easily, but she trusted me not to.

“What’re you waiting for?” Wren asked her. “I know you want to.”

“Wren… I can’t.”

“Why not?”

“I’m not ready!” Christy cut her off when she started to say something else. “Wren, please. I don’t wanna fight about this. Not now. Okay?”

Wren’s expression softened immediately. “You’re right. I’m sorry, sweetheart. I just… want things to move faster.”

“I know. You’ve never been patient. But you can’t rush me on this.”

“Yeah, okay. I’m sorry. Forgive me?”

“Of course. You know I can’t stay mad at you.”

“Thank God for that,” Wren said. “I’ve given you enough reasons lately.”

“No, you’ve been wonderful.”

I spoke up and said, “We wouldn’t be together without you. You drive us crazy sometimes, but we know you mean well.”

“I just want you to be happy.”

“We are happy,” Christy said. “But you need to let us do things at our own pace. You can’t make decisions for us.”

“Yeah, I know.”

“You can keep loving us, though.”

Wren’s expression froze.

“Mmm hmm,” Christy said. “I know how you feel. And you need to start telling me the truth. You and Paul aren’t ‘just friends.’”

Wren shot me an accusatory glare.

“Oh, please,” Christy said, “I’m not blind. I see how you are together. I know you better than anyone, remember?” She took a deep breath, and I felt her muster her courage. “I know about last summer too.”

“What about it?” Wren said cautiously.

“About you and Paul… and Trip. Together. At the nudist camp. I figured most of it out, but Paul told me the rest.” She paused and then continued, “I also know what you want me to do with Trip.”

“You told her?” Wren said to me.

“Not all of it. I confirmed a lot, though. Not everything because she isn’t ready, but we’re giving her plenty of clues just talking about it now. I don’t think you realize how much she figures out on her own.”

As if to confirm it, Christy said, “You want an orgy.”

“We do,” Wren said, although she quickly added, “but only when you’re ready.”

“I don’t know if I’ll ever be ready for that,” Christy admitted, “but thank you for being honest with me.”

“I don’t mean to lie to you, but…” She looked at me briefly.

“I know you’re working together too,” Christy said.

“Not exactly together,” I hedged. “We just want the same thing.”

“For you to be happy,” Wren added.

“With both of us.”