I don’t normally do rebound relationships.

After most relationships, I tend to go “cold turkey.” While I miss physically having someone, I need the down time to emotionally recover and center myself. Also, it’s been my experience from others who frequently or even habitually do the rebound bit seem to go through far too many emotional ups and downs for my preference. And as someone who values his “me time,” I freely admit that I use the post-relationship recovery to enjoy the peace and calm accompanied with regaining full control of my life.

I ended a two-year train wreck of a relationship and was still feeling the aftershocks that were problematic to moving on to someone new. The ex-girlfriend wasn’t a particularly bad person, but the relationship ran headlong into an emotional cul-de-sac, leaving little recourse but to end things so we could go off in our better suited, different directions. At the same time, I was a few months into a new job and enjoying the fact that I bonded relatively quickly with my coworkers, who engaged in routine happy hours pretty much on a weekly basis. My work was in Tysons Corner, home to more than a few government contractor firms, as well as strategically located “power bars” that catered to the “my people will talk to your people” and “here’s my card” networking crowd. Any giving Wednesday, Thursday or Friday evening, these bars – conveniently a few minutes’ walk from the workplace – were always packed with employees blowing off steam, making handshake deals or boasting about status symbols while decimating their livers with adult beverages.

One late-week happy hour, I was laughing things up with coworkers and encountered Marnie (not her real name). She was in her own coworker clique next to mine, and somewhere in my group’s conversation, she overheard us talking about movies. As a big movie fan, I pride myself on knowing a lot of movie trivia and lines (I’m not sure if this is really something to boast about), and discovered she rivaled my own cinematic knowledge. Her personality was bright and energetic, with the unmistakable bounce in her step of someone who definitely loved life. Being around the same age, we shared a deep appreciation for classic rock (i.e., 70s, 80s and 90s). Marnie was slightly taller than I am, with auburn hair in a pixie cut that beautifully matched her defined facial features. She had the build of a former competition runner and swimmer from her high school days who still kept in shape with the perfect touch of padding from age that worked. Marnie’s brown eyes always seemed to twinkle and smile. As both our groups thinned and the hour grew later, we exchanged numbers and emails before calling it a night.

We traded emails and texts over the following week, much to my coworkers teasing, having witnessed my meeting her firsthand. The texts shifted toward flirting, especially when we realized we both had tattoos and traded a few pictures of them. One particular picture she sent of her back was gorgeous – a beautiful set of roses across a very muscular, defined set of shoulders. Though we met near our offices, she mostly worked from home in Leesburg, which was a little bit down the road from me, but the chemistry and attraction made up for the trouble of driving out to see her. By that weekend, we made plans for lunch at a sushi place in her neck of the woods. That date ended with us making out in the parking lot.

The following week, we met for dinner or drinks a few times, each ending with heavier and hotter make out sessions either against our cars or inside them. Finally, we opted for hanging out at my place one evening. She was a beer aficionado and brought a few of her favorite craft brews to share. Afterwards, we sat on the living room floor, going through my CD and DVD collections – sometimes admiring my choices, others laughing at them, and a few were pure embarrassment. Somehow the discussion turned toward actors we imagined we’d love to sleep with, which probably helped lead to our making out on the floor.

Marnie was a skilled kisser with roving hands that went everywhere. Not unlike her Tough Mudder and Obstacle Runs, her hands determinedly found and explored whatever part of me she wanted. Showing absolutely no reluctance or awkwardness, she went straight for the waist band of my jeans, laboring a little to unbutton and unzip them. I could feel her smiling against my lips as she fumbled about with trying to pull down my pants with me half on top of her, unable to bend down. Meanwhile, I was having more luck with pulling off her t-shirt and unhooking her bra. After more trail-and-error maneuvering around one another, we were more or less stripped down to our undies, still making out like hormonal teenagers. Marnie’s was a solid build – strong hips that pressed against me and generous breasts that perfectly filled each hand. Without missing a beat, I was nuzzling and sucking on her breasts, loving their curves and feel of her erect nipples in my mouth. I flicked at them with my tongue, drawing out moans and gasps from her.

Marnie was somewhat stuck with her jeans down by her ankles. I got up and off of her, helped slide them off, and with a devilish grin, gently spread her legs apart, kissing up the inside of one of her thighs. She laid back down, eyes closed, big smile spreading across her face. I was midway up her thigh and she was already rubbing her hand over her panties and between her legs. As her panties moved to and fro, little tufts of her bush revealed themselves, almost enticing me to hold true on my course. Marnie played with one her breasts with her other hand, stroking it, holding it, pinching the nipple. I kissed along the edge of her panties, her fingers inside rubbing her clit, then sliding the panties down. As I removed them, a beautiful mound of auburn hair presented itself. I nuzzled my nose in it, as I exposed all of her magnificent pussy. While she had gone to some trouble to groom around all the important areas, she left that wonderful bush in its entirety. I must’ve been looking at it for too long, because Marnie asked me if something was wrong, her voice quivering enough to imply at least some self-consciousness or insecurity. I told her everything was fine, just that I was having flashbacks to flipping through my Dad’s old Playboys and loving how her look reminded me of those models.

Looking into her eyes just long enough to see her start to smile, I dove down between her legs. I started with broad, all-encompassing strokes of my tongue across her pussy. I loved the feel of the lips being pushed apart as I licked over them. I traded between doing that and using the tip of my tongue to trace every lip, crevice and feature, finally focusing on her clit. As Marnie moaned and writhed, she was playing with both breasts in her hands and gasped aloud when I slid a finger inside her, feeling for her magical spot inside. She groaned warmly when I hit it. My mouth and chin were slick with saliva and her wetness as I deliberately worked my tongue around and over her clit. She shook and yelled out as an orgasm erupted through her, and she grabbed my head to make sure I stayed right where I was. Another orgasm, and she sounded as if she had just returned from running a marathon.

Her grip loosened and I pulled my head up, sure that she had enjoyed herself. I began to wipe my face on my arm, but she pulled me up and kissed deep, eager to taste herself on me. My cock was hard as a rock and throbbing against her. I ran to my bedroom, grabbed a couple of condoms, ripped one open and was putting it on by the time I walked back in. Marnie had already rolled over onto her stomach, hips raised and fingers shoving in and out of her pussy. Falling down on my knees, I grabbed her waist with one hand and guiding my cock in with the other. She kept fingering her pussy as I slid in, feeling her fingers rub against me inside her, then pulling them out and sucking on them in her mouth as my hips met up against hers.

For a moment I held myself fully inside her, loving the wet warmth surrounding me. I grabbed her waist with both hands and started pounding into her – hard. We didn’t need to tell each other what this was – certainly not about making love, this was all about FUCKING. Waves and ripples rode up and down her body as I rammed myself in and out of her, relentlessly trying to get my cock as deep into her as possible. I groaned with each pass, and she breathlessly gasped. I felt her freeze for a moment, and then another orgasm shook her body – my neighbors must’ve heard her. She braced a hand against me, her cue to stay right where I was until the orgasm subsided. Still breathing hard, she barely opened her eyes and looked back at me.

“Fuck. My. Ass.” She half-growled.

I withdrew and rested my now very hot and wet cock in the middle of her ass, rubbing against her tight hole. Marnie moaned, her legs relaxed and her hips lowered to the floor. I pulled off the old condom and put on a fresh one with its ready lubrication. As I got up and on top of her, she spread her cheeks apart. I pushed the tip in, feeling the tight muscles quivering around it as she moaned more. Slow and steady, I slid my cock into her, then began rocking it back and forth, in and out as she got used to it. The tightness was driving me insane and before long I felt my cock stiffen and cum inside her. I pulled myself out and cleaned up in the bathroom, then joined her on the couch wrapped up in a blanket. We cuddled underneath it, talking, kissing and laying there. Finally, it was late and she had to head home. After a quickie clean up, I walked her out to her car where we kissed again, and she drove off. I noticed one my neighbors peeking out of their window…yeah, I’m pretty she heard us.

In the weeks that followed, we spared every chance to go out, hang out and generally end every date or encounter with moments similar to that night at my place. I still wasn’t interested in anything serious, and Marnie’s work contract was due to run out by the end of the Summer. After that, she was pretty much set on moving back to the West Coast, and agreed to keep things casual. Surprisingly, it was working out well. Eventually, we were familiar enough to introduce each other to one another’s friends, enjoy the early Summer and keep things fairly drama free.

In my line of work, Summer can get very busy, and I was having my ass handed to me with one thing after another the week before the Fourth of July. As a matter of habit, Marnie and I began packing overnight bags on Fridays, usually alternating who would travel out to who. And while I did that on one particular Friday, Marnie texted me, trying to coax me out for dinner and drinks at the Tuscarora Mill, one of Leesburg’s more popular restaurants. I tried to insist that I’d be exhausted and not much fun that evening, even trying to aim for something over the weekend instead, but Marnie was hard to resist. As late afternoon turned to quitting time, I pulled together my things and fought through end-of-the-week rush hour traffic toward Leesburg.

I walked in to find the place busy as it was a Friday night. Marnie was sitting at the corner of the bar with another woman. They were laughing it up and were probably a drink or two ahead of me already. As I walked up, Marnie greeted me with her usual wonderful and incredibly genuine bear hugs.

“I KNEW you’d make it out tonight!” She said with a big smile and then wrapped her arm around her friend’s shoulders, “And this is my friend Alicia – I’ve told you about her.”

From time to time, Marnie would name drop her “East Coast Best Friend” Alicia (also not her real name), but this was my first time meeting her.

“Alicia! I was starting to wonder if Marnie here was making you up!”

Alicia blasted out a laugh that was almost certainly enhanced by her mojitos. “I could say the same to you! She keeps going on about this guy she’s seeing, but never brings him around!”

I grabbed a seat opposite from Alicia and next to Marnie. I did my best to catch up with them on the drink score, and we made a meal of whatever appetizers caught our eye. Alicia worked for the same company as Marnie, but on a different contract. They had their orientation at the same time and became fast friends ever since. Alicia was about my height, sandy/dark blonde hair with a touch of red and a curvier figure than Marnie’s – nearly a perfect hourglass shape. She wore a summery dress work outfit that provided ample view of her generous cleavage. I couldn’t tell if it was from the alcohol, but Alicia seemed to have a permanent pinkish/red tone to her skin. Her laugh was LOUD, energetic, effervescent and unmistakably genuine. By nature, Marnie was the “touchy-feely” type, so I was used to her near constant and affectionate body language and PDA. But I noticed that she was occasionally doing a bit of the same with Alicia. My first thought was that we’re buzzed and her warm and affectionate side was coming out more, but I wasn’t sure about dismissing my curiosity just yet.

We talked, laughed and drank move than we probably should have. Alicia’s smile practically beamed the whole time. She seemed to enjoy my company and I felt as if I was there for the “Best Friend’s Seal of Approval.” As the evening turned to night, the Summer heat and humidity seemed to linger, the sort of hot nights that weren’t unusual for the DC area and made you thank God for the invention of AC – whether or you were an atheist. It wasn’t too late yet, but we were happy and buzzed, but I could tell I was hitting my limit. Marnie was catching on to this, and we began closing out our tabs. While this was going on, Alicia made a quick trip to the restroom, but nearly tripped and faceplanted as she returned to the bar.

“Okay,” Marnie said helping Alicia back to her chair, “I think you’re definitely done for the night.”

“Sorry,” Alicia mumbled, “I’m – shit, how am I getting home?”

Marnie looked at me with a do you mind if I help her out? look. I nodded back. “Don’t worry, you’re going home with us.”

“Oh no, no…” Alicia protested, “I can get a cab or a hotel room…”

Marnie shook her head and we helped Alicia walk out to the parking lot. “Nope, you’re crashing at my place tonight. We’ll come back and get your car in the morning.”

We gathered whatever things Alicia had in her car that she didn’t want to leave behind, and then headed out to Marnie’s apartment. While it probably wasn’t a smart move for her or I to drive either, Marnie’s place wasn’t too far away – luckily, we arrived without issue. I would say that we helped guide Alicia into Marnie’s building, up the stairs and into her apartment, but Alicia seemed to know the way. Marnie’s place reflected her job status – some furniture but otherwise pretty spartan. Since her life was back on the other side of the country, she only brought what she needed or a few sentimental things she just had to have with her. All smiles and laughs, I helped Alicia down onto the couch, then gulped down the large tumbler of water Marnie handed out to each of us.

Alicia half sat, half leaned on the couch, her ever-present smile beaming as we joked and chatted. Marnie sat next to her on the couch and I settled down in a chair opposite them. Marnie propped an arm along the back of the couch behind Alicia’s head and shoulders, and she rested her arm on Marnie’s thigh and sort of slumped against/cuddled with her. We continued chatting a bit, drinking A LOT of water to rehydrate, and enjoyed coming down from the high we had at the bar. Alicia was asking questions about me, my background and what I thought of Marnie. As the conversation continued, Marnie and Alicia seemed to get more and more comfortable sitting with each other, looking almost like how she and I cuddled while watching TV or sitting in a movie theater.

Soon enough, the long week and drinks took their toll and everyone looked ready to pass out. Marnie helped Alicia pull out the hideaway bed from the couch and gave her a spare t-shirt to use. We made way into Marnie’s bedroom and stripped down to get in bed. Marnie’s minimalist lifestyle meant her bed was a mattress and box springs on the floor and an Ikea chest of drawers for her clothes. On the other hand, it made “falling into bed” both literal and much easier when dead tired. Normally, Marnie and I were playful enough whenever we crawled into bed that if we hadn’t already engaged in some physical fun already, then it wouldn’t be long before we did. This night, we were both out cold within minutes.

An hour later and lost in a deep sleep, I was only vaguely aware of the bedroom door creaking open and someone else entering the room, and pretty much wrote it off as part of a dream. However, a few minutes later, Mother Nature reminded me that drinking a lot of fluids before bedtime has consequences, and I summarily got up and stumbled into the bathroom to take care of business. Fortunately, Marnie was a big believer in nightlights, so I didn’t have to destroy my night vision to use the facilities. Back in the bedroom, I was halfway back under the covers when I noticed something odd about Marnie’s side of the bed. Pretty sure that Marnie hadn’t suddenly doubled in size, I looked over her and saw Alicia laying next to her, neatly spooned with her back to Marnie’s. Too tired and not wanting to disrupt the peace, I shrugged it off, got comfortable again and tried nodding off.

If knowing Alicia now sharing the bed with us wasn’t suggestive enough to occupy my mind and keep me from fully relaxing back into sleep, feeling Marnie and her shifting and moving around was making my imagination spark up. It was when I heard Alicia let out the tiniest of purrs and the distinctive sound of kissing that I was sure something interesting was going on. I propped myself up on one arm to look over Marnie’s shoulder and get a better view of what was transpiring next to me.

Marnie laid mostly on her side leaning toward and over Alicia, as she was on her back. Both of them were in a very deep kiss and Marnie had pulled up Alicia’s t-shirt, lovingly cupping one of her breasts in her hand. Alicia mainly laid there, her free arm gently stroking up and down Marnie’s forearm, and Marnie’s right leg draping over both of Alicia’s. Their embrace grew more active as Marnie was clearly exploring Alicia’s tongue with her own. Alicia stopped fondling Marnie’s arm and slid her hand down her own stomach, eventually going down between her legs. As she began feeling herself through her panties, Alicia’s eyes opened and widened as she saw me watching over them. In the fraction of a second we acknowledged one another, a jolt of embarrassment ran like lightning up and down my spine. I immediately felt like a Peeping Tom, creepily taking advantage of their distraction to get a look.

Alicia had ceased her actively kissing Marnie, which Marnie must have noticed. She pulled her head back to look into Alicia’s eyes to see what was wrong, then turned to look back at me as a “Oops, I think our secret is out!” smile crinkled across Alicia’s face. I couldn’t tell much from Marnie’s expression, she seemed confused and unsure what to make of recent events, too.

“Is there something I should know?” I asked, finally breaking the silence.

If not for being in the dark, I’d swear Marnie was blushing enough to match Alicia’s natural skin coloring, and could feel the warmth from her flushing. Alicia nervously giggled. Marnie laid on her back, shoulder-to-shoulder with Alicia, both of them now looking up at me and Alicia’s t-shirt crumbled up above her breasts, giving both of us a grand view of them. They were magnificent peaks mounded on her chest.

Marnie sighed, “I guess I should’ve told you about this before. I – I like women, too.”

I shook my head, “Look, you know what kind of person I am, I don’t judge about that kind of thing.”

“I know…” Marnie squirmed, “I just thought since we’re keeping things non-committal, I didn’t think you’d find out about her and I.”

Alicia looked a little concerned, “And…guys get weird or turn into freaks when a girl tells them she’s into girls.”

I considered what they said for a moment. “Okay…should I leave?”

“No! I – mean – ” Marnie said, then turned to Alicia. She looked about as confused as Marnie was.

I sat up, “I’ll just go sleep on the couch. I’m still too tired and boozed anyway.” I got up and headed for the living room. I looked back and Marnie seemed distressed. “It’s okay,” I said trying to sound reassuring, “You two have fun and we’ll talk this out when we’ve sobered up.”

I shut the door behind me and nearly face planted from tripping over Alicia’s wedge heels in the middle of the floor. I sat down on the hide-a-bed in what was formerly Alicia’s nest of sheets and blankets, smiled to myself from inexplicable amusement, and laid down to pass out again. Not unlike before, I suddenly sprang awake a short while later, looking up at Alicia standing next to the hide-a-bed. She knelt into a crouch, resting her chin on her arms folded at the edge of the thin mattress. She seemed to study me for a moment, then gently reached over and took my hand.

“She likes you, y’know…a lot.” She whispered. I lifted my head, about to respond back, but she leaned in and kissed me. “I get it…” she said pulling away a little, “I see why.”

She gently pumped my hand, signaling me to get up. Still holding it, she led me back into the bedroom. Marnie was laying on her side again, facing toward the side Alicia was on. Alicia let go of my hand and walked around to her side of the bed while pointing at where I previously was sleeping. Alicia got into bed, laying face-to-face with Marnie and I got in, hesitantly laying behind and spooning her. Marnie nearly jumped as she realized I was there again.

Alicia shushed and comforted her, “It’s okay. I want him here, too.”

I wrapped my arm over and around Marnie’s waist as Alicia lightly kissed her, caressing Marnie’s leg and hip. I pressed myself tighter against Marnie as she opened her mouth and began rolling her tongue around Alicia’s. I watched for a while as they made out, their breasts pressing against each other and Alicia taking turns touching Marnie’s side or dipping her hand into her own crotch. I felt the tension ease from across Marnie’s shoulders and down her back. She felt almost like she was melting against me, her free arm resting over mine still around her waist as she and Alicia’s kissing intensified.

Marnie began rubbing her ass against me, probably very aware of my cock now becoming very hard. Alicia had moved on to tonguing Marnie’s ear and nuzzling her neck, and Marnie turned her head to me and slid her tongue into my mouth. I moved my hand up from her waist, pulling her tank top up and grabbing her breast, her erect nipple sliding in and out between my fingers. She rolled onto her back as Alicia moved down to her chest, kissing and licking at her other breast while running her hand back and forth inside her panties. Marnie drove her hand into my briefs and groped my cock as Alicia bit her nipple and traced a line with the tip of her tongue down Marnie’s stomach. I pulled my head away to briefly watch Alicia hungrily pull down and off Marnie’s boxers and fling them over her back, sailing onto the floor. She seemed to hover over Marnie’s thatch of hair, playfully running her fingertips over and in it. She planted soft kisses all around Marnie’s pussy, and she moaned in return, eager for her to do more as her grip on my cock tightened. I was fascinated as Alicia finally dover her face down, mouth wide open and tongue stretching to taste and feel Marnie’s warmth and wetness while she fingered and rubbed herself harder and faster.

Marnie’s grip loosened as Alicia worked on her below, and I laid back to pull off my briefs and stroke myself. I noticed that Alicia’s hips laid at the foot of the bed and her knees were on the floor. Secure that Marnie was in good hands, I got up and moved down to Alicia. She had perfect hips for grabbing and I felt all along her waist and ass before pulling off her panties, revealing her three fingers deep into her pussy, sliding back and forth like a well-oiled machine. I touched my hand to hers giving her a cue to stop and pull out. As she did, I felt her juices dripping all over my hand and could feel her own damp thatch of hair as I felt her up. I gently spread her legs apart and leaned down to slide my tongue inside of her. Alicia was definitely a wet one, even rivaling Marnie’s own arousals. I could see Alicia’s head bobbing up and down as she had her way with Marnie’s pussy, and heard and felt her moan as I licked my tongue all over her lips and clit, then tonguing in and out of her.

Marnie was now gyrating her hips and yelping out loud as an orgasm was building to explode from her. Alicia continued what she was doing, clearly not about to stop for anything. I quickly went over to the dresser, opened a drawer, pulled out a couple of condoms and drew one on as I moved back over to Alicia. As I got down on my knees behind her, she pushed her hips out and toward me – an invitation.

With one hand on her hip, I used the other to guide myself in just as Marnie yelled out and clutched Alicia’s head with both hands as her orgasms rolled through her. Alicia felt a little different than Marnie as I entered her – certainly just as warm and more wet, but slightly looser, but in a beautifully pleasing way. Now grabbing onto her hips with both hands, I started sliding in and out of her, feeling her fingertips rubbing her clit. I was slow at first, pulling my cock out until only the tip was still in, then re-entering just as slowly. Alicia’s hips turned slightly inward toward me – she wanted to feel it in her more. I began speeding up at a deliberate pace, first gently bumping into her, then increasingly harder as things got hotter and heavier. By the time I was going full tilt in and out of her, Alicia had stopped licking Marnie and was sliding two or three fingers back and forth instead. Marnie was lost in her own orgasmic world, still shaking and writhing on the bed and clutching both breasts. Alicia quickly came – sort of a half-shout/half-laugh heralding her own climax, and then I fired off inside of her shortly after she finished shuddering.

Alicia and I crawled back up to lay next to Marnie, this time Alicia was in the middle. Marnie simply fell back asleep, but Alicia and I laid awake a bit, silently looking at each other, hands gently exploring one another. She seemed to gravitate toward my stomach and hips, while I was caressing and feeling her breasts. Soon enough I felt exhaustion take over and fall asleep.

The next two months were interesting. Marnie and I continued our dating routine, but now we had Alicia joining us from time-to-time. The agreement was simple – anything physical was restricted to just the three of us, and it was okay if Marnie had a one-on-one night with either me or Alicia. It sometimes drove my imagination wondering what they did together without me, but we followed up with a few threesome nights to satisfy all of us. We managed to have a few fun nights out together – bar hopping in DC with Marnie and Alicia flashing taxi cabs over by the Memorial Bridge, dancing together at local places hosting 80s and 90s cover bands, finding places to hide and play around in along hiking trails, etc. While Marnie and I tended to be more restrained, Alicia’s boisterous personality stood out where ever we went, especially after a few drinks – she was a fun one.

As the Summer began winding down, Marnie’s work was also coming to an end. Her contract was due to run out in mid-September, and was already in the “wrapping up tasks/tying up loose ends” phase as Labor Day weekend approached. We collectively decided to have one last big blowout over Labor Day weekend, and made plans to hang out down at the National Harbor. I managed to reserve a room that overlooked the Potomac and back toward Old Town Alexandria and came complete with a king size bed. We checked in that Saturday afternoon, got settled, changed and headed out. We wove in and out of a few of the eateries there, trying to get a feel for what place would work for a celebratory meal. A bistro restaurant with outdoor seating won out, especially since it was a surprisingly comfortable evening (as opposed to the DC area’s relentlessly hot and humid climate that sometimes lasted until mid-October).

After a good meal and far too much wine and cocktails, we toured the harbor’s grounds – the highpoints being a spin on the Capital Ferris Wheel (including briefly making out with each other during the ride) and crawling around and on top of parts of The Awakening statue. Alicia’s antics of pretending to sit on the statue’s face kind of had me concerned since kids were around, but Marnie helped reign her back in. We spent some time down by the water taxi dock, reminiscing and fondly looking back at our Summer fun, and a little down that it was coming to an end.

Eventually, we found our way back to the hotel and our room. Alicia found music channels on the TV, cranked up the volume and grabbed Marnie to dance with her in the middle of the room. I pulled out and opened a bottle of champagne I snuck in and slipped into the mini fridge, passing around and refilling the room’s complimentary plastic cups as we danced and bounced around the room.

The TV was randomly going through the best of the 80s when George Michael’s I Want Your Sex started playing. On cue, I cozied up in front of Marnie, grinding against her and Alicia followed suit from behind. Marnie, arms up and swaying to the music, felt amazing against me and I felt myself starting to get turned on. Alicia ran her hands up and down Marnie’s sides, then reached around with both hands, cupping Marnie’s breasts as she and I kissed. Before long, Marnie’s loose top was undone and being pulled off over her head and I saw that Alicia had already dropped her own skirt on the floor. Alicia undid and pulled off Marnie’s bra as I kissed down her neck, and Marnie craned her head back to make out with Alicia. I nuzzled my way to Marnie’s breasts, kissing and sucking on them as I fumbled with unzipping her shorts, allowing Alicia to slide her hands down and inside Marnie’s panties.

I nudged the three of us toward the bed and Marnie pulled off my t-shirt as I did the same with my shorts. The three of us fell onto the bed, taking turns making out with each other, hands wandering everywhere across our bodies. Marnie was sliding her tongue in my mouth while Alicia moved down and pulled off my briefs, causing my now very stiff cock to pop out like a spring-loaded toy. Without hesitation, she took it all into her mouth, sliding it in and out, the feel of her tongue on it nearly made me cum right then. I spared a peek to watch Alicia work on me as she busily fingered herself and played with one of her breasts. Marnie moved up, bringing her breasts to my face to lick and suck on, while I ran my fingers through her patch of pubic hair and into her pussy – God it was wet.

Marnie pulled away and smiled at me, then moved down the bed next to Alicia, who was doing a delightful circle around the tip of my cock with her tongue. Marnie joined Alicia, licking up and down my shaft and then they took turns sucking on it. Marnie’s more aggressive style contrasted with Alicia’s more sensitive, sensual approach. Watching them work together, their tongues occasionally touching and sliding over one another alone send throbs of arousal through me, making my cock even harder than I thought it could get.

Both of them pulled away from me, kissing each other and making out as I stroked myself watching them. Alicia ran her fingers deep inside of Marnie as she rubbed Alicia’s clit, both taking turns sucking on their breasts, Marnie taking advantage to bite on Alicia’s nipples, making her yelp and giggle nervously. They were laying on their sides with Alicia’s curvy ass facing me, so I took the initiative, suited up with a condom and entered her pussy from a spooned position. I was deliberately rhythmic and even with my fucking her – I didn’t want to interrupt their making out, since I could see Marnie was deeply into it. Alicia’s warm, wet pussy felt amazing as I slid in and out of her, sometimes awkwardly (but still arousing) feeling Marnie’s fingers tap against the shaft of my cock or balls.

They eased off their making out and Alicia gently tapped on my hip to stop what I was doing. She got up and bounced over to her bag over on the dresser. She had a wicked smile on her face and Marnie looked confused.

Alicia giggled as she unzipped her bag, “I have something I’ve been wanting to try for a while!” And promptly withdrew a strap-on complete with a rainbow colored dong. I looked at Marnie, her jaw hung open. Alicia giggled more at that and then looked at me.

I shook my head, “Uh uh, you’re not using that thing on me!”

They both laughed.

Alicia almost ceremoniously threaded one leg then the other into the harness, “No silly! This is definitely for Marnie!”

It took her a moment, but Alicia managed to buckle up the contraption as Marnie just stared at it, her dropped jaw transforming to a curious smile. Satisfied that it was on properly, Alicia near skipped over to the bed, the dong bouncing and spinning with a seeming life of its own. She clambered onto the bed, pretending to stroke it not unlike the way I was currently doing to myself. Marnie reached out, touched it and clasped her hand around it, getting a literal feel for its size and shape. On her knees, Alicia teasingly pushed on Marnie’s shoulders to push her down on the bed, then quickly mounted her, guiding the dong over her pussy hair and down inside of her. Alicia grabbed Marnie’s thighs and began moving back and forth, adding a little “UMPH” maneuver with her hips each time. Marnie closed her eyes and let it happen to her, as I watched, still stroking myself.

Alicia tried mimicking me, going faster and harder, and Marnie’s moans and groans told us she was enjoying herself. Suddenly, she opened her eyes, pushed me away and made Alicia lay down on the bed so she could climb on top – getting the dong inside and riding Alicia. After a minute or two, Marnie looked at me straight in the eyes.

“Ass. Now.”

Strapping on a fresh condom, I got onto the bed, trying my best to navigate over and around two pairs of legs. I got behind Marnie and began half-guiding, half-exploring for the magic spot. Marnie almost jumped when I found it, but quickly relaxed as I started gently easing myself in. Alicia was a little anxious and was moving her hips back and forth a little, making Marnie yelp and groan slightly. She placed a hand on Alicia’s hip, and she stopped moving.

“Let me lead on this one, baby.” She said sweetly to her.

I finished going inside Marnie and held myself there to see what she wanted to do next. For the next few minutes, she began slowly moving back and forth, up and down trying to figure out the best rhythm with the three of us all together. A little trial and error finally established the pace she wanted and the best pattern with her leaning down on Alicia’s strap on, then leaning back onto my cock. As we all got a little confident and bolder, she picked up the pace. Alicia’s hands stroked her sides and breasts, while I gripped her hips. Just minutes later Marnie yelled out and shook as an orgasm bolted through her.

I pulled out and Marnie and I laid down on the bed with Alicia, who played around with the dong in her hand, now glistening with Marnie’s juices. After I returned to the bed from cleaning up and Alicia had yanked off the stap-on, and we laid there for a while, listening to each other’s breathing slow down. Marnie was leaning a little toward Alicia, her hands delicately feeling and tracing every curve of her breasts, then sliding her fingers through Alicia’s thin mound of reddish hair and between her legs. Alicia smiled as Marnie ran her hand back and forth over her clit. I snuggle up behind Marnie, my cock beginning to harden up again. She shifted her hips back and I took the hint, grabbing another condom and sliding into her pussy, wasting no time in pounding into her hard and cumming inside her – feeling the orgasm go up my spine and back down again.

We slept in, enjoying the comfort of the huge bed. When we finally got up, we took turns in the shower, then checked out and ate our body weights in brunch. We drove over to the National Mall and wandered around the monuments, enjoying the pleasantly warm and sunny day before heading back across the river to Virginia. A week later, Marnie and I had one more night together, making the most of her place, now barren of most of her furniture and housing little more than a few boxes of her things. After that, she moved out and headed home to California. Alicia was still in the area, and I tried to keeping in contact with both of them. Marnie and I still trade the odd text or email from time to time, but Alicia pretty much vanished – even defriending us on Facebook. Since then, Marnie had both moved on to other relationships as they came and went, but I still think very fondly of that summer with he