I sit in the wing-backed chair facing the huge sofa everyone is occupying and wait for them to realise I’m here.
The girl sitting on Jet’s face notices me first. She climbs off of him and walks toward me wearing nothing but a bra, one of her tits is hanging out and her makeup is smudged under her eyes. She looks anything but attractive, and I shake my head as she reaches toward my cock.
I’m wearing jeans and a T-shirt. I still haven’t decided yet if I’m going to take part, but if they all look as rough as the woman standing in front of me right now, I’m likely to go with a no. I’ll just take care of myself as I watch all of them carry out my orders. I get off on the power trip. Watching other people fuck, suck and lick because I’ve told them to, turns me on, or maybe, I’m just a perv who likes to watch other people having sex. Who knows? I’ve never discussed it with a professional and I never intend to. It works for me and that’s all I really care about.
Jet sits up and pulls the girl sucking his cock out of his lap by her hair. She wipes the back of her hand across her mouth. The two couples are now all sitting side by side on the sofa, the girls on the inside, wedged between the blokes. One couple are grunger types both have tats and piercings. The other two look like a pair of fitness freaks, all toned and tanned. She’s blonde with massive fake tits that are far too big for her skinny frame. He looks like Johnny Bravo from the cartoon show.
“What’re your name’s girls?” I watch Johnny straighten up. He doesn’t like me talking to his girl. Hmmm, interesting.
“Shayla,” the little punk princess says first. I look across to Jet, who’s sitting cross-legged on the floor smoking a joint. She’s just his type, but then again so is her boyfriend. Jet winks at me, he knows what I’m thinking and he gives a little nod.
“Lacy,” the Barbie Doll adds while twirling her hair around her finger. She’s about twenty-five, not five. Does she seriously think that acting all cute and coy is gonna do things for me?
“You ever kissed a girl, Lacy?” She stops twirling her hair. Johnny shifts next to her and clears his throat, I think he likes that idea.
She nods her head. “Yeah, a few, back when I was in college.” She tilts her chin defiantly at me.
“I didn’t know that,” Johnny says from beside her.
“You’ve never asked,” Barbie replies.
“Did you like it?”
Oh, he really likes this idea, I’m gonna have some fun with these two.
She nods her head and smiles first at him, then at me. “It was different, much softer than with a man.”
“Did you just kiss, or did you do more?” Johnny asks her. She looks around the room at everyone. The two girls Jet was enjoying earlier are sitting either side of him now, and Lara’s sitting next to them.
“Well, a couple of times we sort of made out.”
“What’s made out mean, Lacy? I’m English, it’s not a term we use, so you’ll have to explain.”
She squirms a little bit, tilts her head to the side and says, “We fucked, okay? It happened more than once and it’s happened a few times since we left college. And yes Kale, before you ask, I liked it. I fucking loved it. It’s different, girls know, they just know what to do, where to touch, how to touch another girl.”
“Sheesh,” Johnny says and runs his hands through his hair.
I turn my gaze to Shayla, who has a big grin on her face and before I can ask her, she says, “Fuck yeah. I’m bi, we love a three-way, don’t we baby?” The boyfriend smiles, nods and takes a long draw on the joint Jet’s just passed him.
“I love a three-way and I love to watch Shay with another girl.”
Johnny’s now staring at Shayla wide-eyed and chewing his gum really fast. Jet turns, looks up at me and winks again. He knows my plan.
“Kiss Lacy, Shayla,” I order. Johnny’s jaw is now on fast forward and I’m actually worried it’s going to dislocate as he chews his gum at warp speed. Lacy pushes both hands through her hair and turns to Shayla.
They look at each other for a few seconds before Johnny says, “Do it baby, kiss her.” Lacy straddles Shayla’s lap and goes straight in for a kiss. It starts soft and gentle then they start pulling at each other’s hair and rocking their hips into each other.
“Shit,” Johnny hisses through his teeth.
“Fuck Shay, that’s hot, baby,” the boyfriend says.
“What’s your name mate?” I ask the boyfriend.
“Dylan,” he replies.
“Join them, Dylan.” He doesn’t hesitate and is in the middle of their kiss in seconds. Johnny sits forward and looks like he’s about to object when Dylan yanks Lacy’s hair and kisses her hard on the mouth. His mouth drops open.