This isn't a true story but it's based on actual events. The names have been changed to protect ME in the highly unlikely event that someone I know would come here and put it all together in their head.
Christmas Eve.
I live with my best friend. My girlfriend doesn't live with us officially but spends the night very often. My girlfriend sleeps with both of us but not at the same time. My best friend's girlfriend has no idea what is going on when she isn't visiting.
The three of us are sitting on the couch watching a random movie. I'm in my shorts. He's in boxers. She's in panties and a random t-shirt. We have the place nice and toasty. He is sitting between us which is usually the routine when we are all home.
They are poking around with each other. He tickles her, she giggles. Pecks on the lips, quick french kisses. He runs his hand up and down her thigh, then parks his hand inside her thigh just below her panty line.
He tickles her panties, then works his finger through the side of her panties and slides a finger into her.
I glance over and she tells me "What? Mind your own business. Don't be weird."
He chuckles to me, "It's cool dude. Don't worry about us."
She rests her head on his shoulder and slides her hand into the hole of his boxers.
"There you go" he says as her hand moves up and down inside his boxers.
She giggles. "You like that?" she asks him.
"You know what I'd really like?" he asks her.
"Uh huh," she replies to him. Then to me she says, "Do me a favor and go to bed. I'll be in there in a few minutes."
"You sleeping with me tonight?" I ask.
"No but I'll lay down with you for a little bit if your awake."
"How long are you going to be?" I ask.
"I don't know," she replies. "Don't worry about it. If your awake when I come in, I'll lay down with you. If your not, I'll let you sleep."
"I'd rather you wake me up."
"I'd rather you be asleep," she replies. They both laugh.
Defeated, I head to bed.
As I walk away, I hear my best friend say to my girlfriend, "Pull it out. Put your head down here." "Just take your boxers off," she replies.
I hear him reply "OK" as I head down the hall.
I go in my room and remove my shorts. I crawl into bed naked hoping she won't be long. I watch the clock knowing she is down the hall giving him a blow job. At least. I can't help but wrap my hand around my dick and massage myself as I wish she would have walked down the hall with me.
I try to be careful not to orgasm. I want to save it for her. If I orgasm, I will be out of business and she won't wait for me to make a comeback. I already know what she really wants and it's not in MY bedroom.
5 minutes tick by. 10 minutes. 15, 20, 25, 30. 45 minutes. 50 minutes. 55 minutes. FINALLY! She slowly opens the door and whispers my name.
I'm relieved that she kept her promise. I respond, "I'm still awake." She sighs. I know she was hoping I was already asleep.
"I can't believe your still awake. Did you cum already?"
"No."
An ackward silence. "Alright." She strowls into the room completely nude, her t-shirt and panties on the floor in the living room.
"Did you do it with him?" I ask.
"Yeah, why?"
"Just wondering," I respond. She shrugs with a "Whatever." I know she considers this a chore tonight.
I know she wants to be with him because it's Christmas. But she knows I want her to be with me for the same reason. After all, it is Christmas Eve.
She crawls in bed with me and we share oral sex for about 20 minutes. I make love to her for about 15 mintues and then have a pre-cum orgasm.
It falls out, soft.
She sighs. "Get off," she "asks".
"Can you get it back up?" she inquires.
"I can try," I respond.
"What ever." She's annoyed, disappointed, frustrated. And eager to get down the hall.
About 2 minutes pass.
"Is it hard yet?"
"Not yet. Give me afew more minutes."
"He's waiting. Either get it hard again right now or I have to go."
"Your sleeping with him tonight?"
"Yeah."
"But you just did it with him. And it's Christmas."
"I know what day it is. I did it with him and I did it with you. Now it's his turn again. If you can't get it back up, I'm going."
"Just give me afew more minutes."
"He's going to get pissed. I'm going to go. We'll do it tomorrow sometime. Merry Christmas honey."
She gets up.
"Merry Christmas sweetheart. I love you."
"Yup."
"I wish you'd stay."
"I'm getting laid tonight. That's what I want for Christmas."
She walks out of my room as naked as she was when she walk in, leaving the bedroom door wide open.
"Can you close...."
"WHOSE HERE?" she says. She returns and glares at me. "It's just us. Give it a rest. Do me a favor and go to sleep."
She walks away. I hear my best friend's bedroom door open. It closes. The lock clicks.
I lay in bed tired but wide awake. Within only a few minutes, I hear her moaning. She says his name.
How in the world am I going to sleep tonight?
Merry Christmas!
Christmas Eve.
I live with my best friend. My girlfriend doesn't live with us officially but spends the night very often. My girlfriend sleeps with both of us but not at the same time. My best friend's girlfriend has no idea what is going on when she isn't visiting.
The three of us are sitting on the couch watching a random movie. I'm in my shorts. He's in boxers. She's in panties and a random t-shirt. We have the place nice and toasty. He is sitting between us which is usually the routine when we are all home.
They are poking around with each other. He tickles her, she giggles. Pecks on the lips, quick french kisses. He runs his hand up and down her thigh, then parks his hand inside her thigh just below her panty line.
He tickles her panties, then works his finger through the side of her panties and slides a finger into her.
I glance over and she tells me "What? Mind your own business. Don't be weird."
He chuckles to me, "It's cool dude. Don't worry about us."
She rests her head on his shoulder and slides her hand into the hole of his boxers.
"There you go" he says as her hand moves up and down inside his boxers.
She giggles. "You like that?" she asks him.
"You know what I'd really like?" he asks her.
"Uh huh," she replies to him. Then to me she says, "Do me a favor and go to bed. I'll be in there in a few minutes."
"You sleeping with me tonight?" I ask.
"No but I'll lay down with you for a little bit if your awake."
"How long are you going to be?" I ask.
"I don't know," she replies. "Don't worry about it. If your awake when I come in, I'll lay down with you. If your not, I'll let you sleep."
"I'd rather you wake me up."
"I'd rather you be asleep," she replies. They both laugh.
Defeated, I head to bed.
As I walk away, I hear my best friend say to my girlfriend, "Pull it out. Put your head down here." "Just take your boxers off," she replies.
I hear him reply "OK" as I head down the hall.
I go in my room and remove my shorts. I crawl into bed naked hoping she won't be long. I watch the clock knowing she is down the hall giving him a blow job. At least. I can't help but wrap my hand around my dick and massage myself as I wish she would have walked down the hall with me.
I try to be careful not to orgasm. I want to save it for her. If I orgasm, I will be out of business and she won't wait for me to make a comeback. I already know what she really wants and it's not in MY bedroom.
5 minutes tick by. 10 minutes. 15, 20, 25, 30. 45 minutes. 50 minutes. 55 minutes. FINALLY! She slowly opens the door and whispers my name.
I'm relieved that she kept her promise. I respond, "I'm still awake." She sighs. I know she was hoping I was already asleep.
"I can't believe your still awake. Did you cum already?"
"No."
An ackward silence. "Alright." She strowls into the room completely nude, her t-shirt and panties on the floor in the living room.
"Did you do it with him?" I ask.
"Yeah, why?"
"Just wondering," I respond. She shrugs with a "Whatever." I know she considers this a chore tonight.
I know she wants to be with him because it's Christmas. But she knows I want her to be with me for the same reason. After all, it is Christmas Eve.
She crawls in bed with me and we share oral sex for about 20 minutes. I make love to her for about 15 mintues and then have a pre-cum orgasm.
It falls out, soft.
She sighs. "Get off," she "asks".
"Can you get it back up?" she inquires.
"I can try," I respond.
"What ever." She's annoyed, disappointed, frustrated. And eager to get down the hall.
About 2 minutes pass.
"Is it hard yet?"
"Not yet. Give me afew more minutes."
"He's waiting. Either get it hard again right now or I have to go."
"Your sleeping with him tonight?"
"Yeah."
"But you just did it with him. And it's Christmas."
"I know what day it is. I did it with him and I did it with you. Now it's his turn again. If you can't get it back up, I'm going."
"Just give me afew more minutes."
"He's going to get pissed. I'm going to go. We'll do it tomorrow sometime. Merry Christmas honey."
She gets up.
"Merry Christmas sweetheart. I love you."
"Yup."
"I wish you'd stay."
"I'm getting laid tonight. That's what I want for Christmas."
She walks out of my room as naked as she was when she walk in, leaving the bedroom door wide open.
"Can you close...."
"WHOSE HERE?" she says. She returns and glares at me. "It's just us. Give it a rest. Do me a favor and go to sleep."
She walks away. I hear my best friend's bedroom door open. It closes. The lock clicks.
I lay in bed tired but wide awake. Within only a few minutes, I hear her moaning. She says his name.
How in the world am I going to sleep tonight?
Merry Christmas!
