As he'd walked me home, the evening before, the cool night breeze caressing our naked bodies, I tried to talk Carl into doing school naked with me the next day, but he weaseled out of it, the fink. He said he didn't want to distract anyone from the fine job I was doing.
Yeah, right!
So anyway, the next day, there I was, outside the school, about to strip for the usual audience. I hadn't thought it was possible to feel more naked than I already had, but it is. You wouldn't think that little bitty patch of hair down there would make that much difference! Especially mine, which was - had been - kind of thin, so if you looked hard you could pretty much see - well, something, anyway, through the haze.
Now, of course, you could see everything. I was feeling as bashful on this, the third day of my exposure, as I had the first morning. I was naked as a baby down there now!
Also, `cause I was running late - well, ok, I did a touch up shave to remove stubble - I hadn't bothered with underwear - no bra, no panties, not even socks, though I had worn loafers, of course.
Okay, I'd told Carl a fib the day before. I could have shaved myself, obviously. But don't you think it was much more fun having Carl do it?
Anyway, I toed off my loafers, and dropped my skirt before I even started to unbutton my shirt, which hung down almost, but not quite far enough, to hide my new do - or "undo," if you prefer.
Off came my blouse, and I was as naked as the day I was born, except for my eye glasses and my little gold cross, that is. Note, that is Naked - As - The - Day - I - Was - Born. Literally.
There was the usual clutch of boys, of course, as in probably half the male population of the school, and this time the other girls who were naked were there, too. From them I got some stares and whispers. From the boys there were some whistles as I bundled up my clothes and dropped them in the box.
I almost flinched when I turned around and found Dave Meaghan standing right in front of me, well inside my personal space, grinning. "Nice job!" he commented. "Can I feel it?"
Oh God! There was The Question. I gnawed on my lower lip, and shot a look at Carl, but what could I do? Karen had set the standard, after all. I nodded tensely.
Remembering how she'd done it, I spread my feet a bit, and put my hands behind my head. It lifted my tits, of course, what there is of them, anyway, and left me totally vulnerable.
Dave didn't mess around. He went right for my crotch, and his hot palm cupped my naked pussy, making me go right up on my toes, I tell you! His hand was kind of rough against my very sensitive skin. And then he cupped my breast with his other hand, and all I could do was stand there, with everyone watching, while he felt me up, pinching my tittie and rubbing my cunny.
Well, of course I was turned on! And of course he could tell, since one of his fingers lined up right along my slit, where I was juicing like mad! He slid his finger up into me, and I actually humped my hips forward to give him better access as my eyes began to cross.
Then someone elbowed him aside and more pairs of hands were exploring me, pinching my breasts and cupping and probing my cunt. And someone was behind me, touching my ass, slipping their finger into the crack, even, and teasing my - my - my anal sphincter!
Okay. My asshole. Asshole, asshole, asshole! There, you satisfied now?
Just as that nasty finger was about to worm its way up my butt I was, as they say, saved by the bell and managed to pry myself loose from my admirers, of which there were too many. I latched on to Carl like a limpet as we headed in to class.
"You looked like you were enjoying that," he commented.
Uh oh. Was he jealous? I couldn't tell for sure, though I could tell he was for sure turned on, from the lump in his pants. "I was," I admitted, clutching his arm. "But not the way I enjoy it with you, by a long shot," I assured him, managing to maneuver his hand into my crotch as we made our way to our lockers.
"Honest?" he asked, his fingers playing with my soupy quim.
I went up on my toes to give him a kiss, humping his hand as I did. "Honest!" I assured him sincerely. "I warned you it was going to be a rough week, remember? It's you I love! I'll see you later?"
"You did, I remember. And, well, if you're happy, I guess that's the most important thing for me. See you later." He removed his hand from my crotch and then, with one of those little gestures of his that can just make me melt, he sniffed his fingers, painted the tip of my nose with my own juices, and then licked his fingers clean.
The morning went as normally as could be expected, I suppose. Mademoiselle Duclos gave me a wink, and I couldn't help noticing that I got a whole new set of looks in the hallway, of course, thanks to Carl's tonsorial efforts.
"Tonsorial." Did you ever wonder where that term for a haircut came from? Well, I looked it up in my Funk and Wagnall's! It comes from the Latin, tonsori, to shave!
And here I thought it had something to do with barbershop quartet singing.
Anyway, things didn't start to go off the track until lunchtime, when Stephanie sort of pulled me aside.
"Uh, have you thought about it?" she asked hesitantly.
"Thought about what?" I asked, confused. It had been a pretty confusing couple of days.
"About us," she explained, obviously upset that I'd forgotten. "Never mind, I can tell...."
"No!" I assured her quickly. "I just forgot, honest!"
My mind was racing. After all, it hadn't been that long since I'd been a virgin, never been kissed, and all that, and here I was, contemplating a lesbian encounter?
"Never mind," Stephanie insisted, obviously crushed, about to turn away.
I grabbed her arm, feeling, well, feeling awful at how she was feeling. "No, wait." Taking a deep breath, I took the plunge. "Yes, I do want to do it," I assured her.
"Really?"
I nodded, and, to emphasize my sincerity, I actually tugged her hand into my crotch - my bare, naked, shaven crotch. "I do! Stephanie, I told you yesterday, I love you. Not necessarily THAT way, but - well, enough that if you still want to, well, I'd like to - explore the situation a bit. I really would."
"Really?" She looked relieved, and hopeful.
"Really," I assured her. And I meant it. I did want to try it!
"Uhm, are you busy this afternoon?" she asked hesitantly.
"This afternoon?" Oh my, that was a bit sooner than I'd counted on. Carl and I had planned an afternoon, Wednesday being the only afternoon neither of us had anything after school this week.
She nodded. "Uh. Nobody will be home, and I thought we could go over to my house?" she ventured hesitantly.
I saw Stephanie's lips quiver, and realized she had probably worried about this all night, building herself up to ask. If I said "not today," well, it would mean "not ever," because she'd lose her nerve, or I'd lose my nerve, and, well, you see where this is going.
"Uh, okay," I agreed. I'd just have to work something out with Carl. I hated the thought of standing him up, but I hated even more disappointing Stephanie! "Yes, sure!" I added more enthusiastically. "Meet me where I get dressed and we'll walk home to your place together. I'll have to call my Mom when I get there and tell her where I am, is all."
Stephanie looked so relieved, and so eager! It reminded me of how Carl had reacted when I'd said I'd go to the dance with him -that was before we knew we'd be going naked, even. "Okay, great! I'll see you then!"
Now, of course, I was faced with the problem of breaking the news to Carl. We'd already discussed Stephanie's proposition from the day before, of course, since I could no way keep a secret like that from him. I hadn't gotten a real clear reading from him about how he felt about me and Stephanie - uh - "getting it on," but he understood Stephanie's problem, and he liked her, so I didn't think it would be a problem.
So I tracked him down between classes and explained the situation. He got disappointed of course, and I was too, because I knew he and I would have a Good Time. I wasn't really sure about Stephanie and me having a good time, you see.
Then he really surprised me.
"Uh," he ventured warily, "I like Stephanie, too," he pointed out. "Uh, do you think, maybe, uh, I could come along? Maybe -well, she could - uh - have me for a comparison? Sort of like an experiment, I could be the control?"
Oh wow. Now that was not something I'd thought of. I mean, from one on one we're suddenly talking menage au trois, as Mademoiselle Duclos would say - a three-some?
"Or I'd just watch," he put in quickly.
Oh sure, I thought. But then I thought, why not? "Well, I'm okay with it," I admitted, "but I'm not sure how Steph will feel about it."
"Oh." He was disappointed.
"Look, meet us after school, usual place, and we'll ask her." Besides, I thought, if the three of us headed off together no one would think anything funny was going on, would they? Not that I was into hiding much these days, but still, why advertise that Stephanie and I were exploring an alternative life style, if you see what I mean?
"Okay!" Carl brightened up with that suggestion, so that was settled, and I headed off to art class, ready to pose yet again, only to have yet another curve thrown at me when I got there - a bit late - and discovered we had a new student in the class.
I'd seen Henry around, of course. Who hadn't? He was a senior, and part of the school district's "Mainstreaming" program - in case you hadn't guessed we are a very progressive school district - for the handicapped, which Henry was!
The kicker here was that Henry was blind! That's right, as in "visually impaired," like in totally! From birth, no less. He went the seeing-eye dog route - he had this real sweetheart of a German Shepard mix, a bitch, named Dity, that's Die-Tee, as in "Aphrodite," he said. The name was chosen by Dity's trainer, of course.
So what, you ask, was a blind guy - oh, he's a senior - doing in drawing class? Well, I found out!
"Beth, you know Henry, don't you?" the teacher introduced him.
"Oh, sure. Hi, Henry. Hi Dity," I greeted his dog politely, but didn't make any move toward her. "Can I pat her?" Always ask before approaching a guide dog or helper dog! They may be "on duty," and you shouldn't distract them, remember.
Henry gave that lopsided smile the blind sometimes do. "Sure, it's okay."
"Thanks." Kneeling down, I gave Dity a good loving. Her nose was cold, and she licked my tit, which made me giggle.
"Henry's a sculptor," the teacher explained.
"Really? I didn't know that. But, how can you? You're, uh, ...."
"Blind?" he finished for me. "Oh, sculpting is a very tactile art form. You don't need to see to sculpt."
"Really? I hadn't thought of that! That's neat!" I gave Dity a last pat and stood up. She was showing signs of exploring parts of my anatomy with her nose that I really didn't want her getting into, if you know what I mean.
"Yeah." Henry seemed a little nervous.
"He was wondering if he could sculpt you," the teacher explained.
"Sculpt me?" The gears between my ears engaged with a crash and I did a mental burn-out, you might say.
You see, Henry sees with his hands.
Yup, that's right. He reads Braille, of course, though he also has gismo that translates text to speech, and if it's whiteboard work someone is assigned to explain what's going on up on the board. But when it comes to meeting people, he's a toucher. When you first met him he asks, very politely, to "see" your face -he'd done that with me, and his touch had been gentle as he'd explored the contours of my forehead, eyes, cheeks, nose, chin, even my lips and ears and hair. I knew, too, that he'd stored my scent and the sound of my voice in his head, too, so he could recognize me at a distance.
"Sculpt how much of me," I asked.
"All of you, of course," the teacher answered.
Henry blushed! I'd never thought of blind people blushing, but why would blindness eliminate that reflex, right?
"Uh - well, I guess so," I agreed. I mean, it was a reasonable request. I was already posing for the drawing class. How likely is it a blind high school student is going to get a chance with a nude model, after all?
"But how long will it take? I can't stay after school, I have an appointment today."
"Oh, he'll do it during drawing class. We'll settle on one, easy pose for you so we can carry it on through the period, and from one day to the next for the rest of the week, now that we've done the fast sketches," the teacher explained. "That gives us three days."
"I work in clay," Henry explained. "Then, if its good enough, I might even do a bronze casting."
"Oh. Wow!" The thought of me being immortalized in bronze was really something else again! "Okay, sure!"
Then I thought of him touching me all over, and almost had second thoughts. But no, I wouldn't chicken out! After all, how many people have a chance to be cast in bronze, nude or otherwise?
"Sure," I said. "Let's do it."
"Thanks a lot!" Henry's grateful and gentle touch on my hand told me all I needed to know about how much this meant to him.
So I found myself posing nude for the drawing class and Henry! The teacher had snitched a sort of short, pseudo Grecian column from someplace - one of those things they put busts on? - and I stood next to it, resting my arm on it, standing with one foot forward and pointed out just a little bit, my other hand just hanging, a little like Michelangelo's "David," only without the sling - and the dangling genitalia, of course, seeing as how I'm lacking those.
Henry was set up in front of me with a table and clay and stuff, to one side, so he didn't block the students at their easels. I was glad, because I'd be able to watch him work as I posed.
You see, he could have been behind me. It didn't matter to him where he was in terms of sight lines, of course. I noticed, though, that he stood with his foot right against the platform I was posing on, so he always knew where to step up, and it was uncanny how unerringly he found me, though I suppose since the platform was pretty small it wasn't all that hard.
Anyway, while the others studied me with their eyes and began their sketches, Henry came up to me to study me in the only way he could.
"Uh, sorry," he said as he touched my head.
"It's all right," I assured him, tingling a the thought of what was to come.
I closed my eyes as he refamiliarized himself with my face, his fingers brushing feather-light over my eyelids, my cheeks, tracing my mouth and ears.
Then his hands moved down my neck to my shoulders.
"I just want to get a feel for how you're standing first," he explained. He was sweet that way, always explaining what he was doing.
"Sure," I agreed as his fingers found their way down my arms to my fingertips, tested the space between my arms and my body. Kneeling he traced my hips and legs, then back up the inside of my legs.
It was hard not to move, because it did tickle a little, and when he got close to my crotch - well, I - oh, you can guess. But I managed to stay really still in spite of it.
Then he went back to his table, and began with a wire frame - I think he called it an armature - bending and shaping it to match my pose. From time to time he came back and touched me again and made a correction in the armature before he started smoothing clay over the wires.
His touch was light, shy, I tried to reassure him every time he apologized, which was often. Dity laid her head down on her paws, watching his every move.
I wondered what sort of mental "image" he was building up of me in his mind. Since he never had been able to see I guessed it couldn't be visual.
He didn't get beyond roughing things out that first day, of course, so the touching was pretty general, just tracing the general contours of my arms and legs. To tell the truth, I was just a little bit disappointed, but realized as he draped a damp cloth over his work that things would get more intimate as his project progressed.
Oh, during a break I did check out the work of the girl who had concentrated so much on my pussy during the quick sketches. She'd done sort of the same thing again, sketching me from my navel to just below my crotch. I wondered what she'd say if she knew I was going to probably get it on with Stephanie that very afternoon. Was she gay? I was too shy to ask, of course, it not being the kind of question one just pops out with, you know.
Anyway, Steph and Carl were both waiting for me when I got out of the building. They didn't seem to be talking about anything important - like us, that is - so I just went for my clothes, trying to ignore the crowd of gawkers that seemed to get as many jollies out of watching me dress as undress.
I looked at the skirt and blouse that made up the total of my wardrobe, and decided the heck with it. With a shrug, I folded them and stuffed them into my book bag. "You guys ready to go?" I asked Steph and Carl as he took my book bag.
He's such a gentleman!
"Like that?" Steph asked, a little surprised, but not a lot. She'd done her week, and I knew she'd walked home naked at least once, and so had Carl, of course, during that week. It had become a tradition.
"Sure." I stepped between them, wrapping my arms through theirs so we could walk with me between them. I wished all three of us were naked, but that would have been a bit much to ask of them.
Some cars passed, and honked, and I waved, but always restored my grip on their arms, feeling protected and cared for between them.
"Do you mind if he comes along?" Steph asked at last. I guess maybe they had talked before I'd gotten there. Maybe Steph had even made it seem like it was her idea. Whatever. I was just really glad to be with my two bestest friends. "Not if you don't," I assured her. "And, well, if you and he want to do it, well, that's okay with me, too. As long as you and I get to do it first."
Steph seemed to relax at that announcement, like she'd been afraid Carl and I were going to cut her out of the party. "I'd like that, maybe," she admitted. "I just don't know!"
I squeezed her arm against my left boob. "Well then, I guess you're going to find out, aren't you?" I squeezed Carl's arm against my right boob. "Would you like to do it with her?"
He nodded, his Adam's apple bobbing as he shot me a shy grin.
"I've never - done it, you know," Steph admitted, blushing furiously. "I mean, with either a girl or a boy. Even during my week in The Program, no one asked me. Only one guy even wanted to touch me, and he was pretty rough."
"Oh, during The Program, no one's going to ask you to do that!" I assured her. "It wasn't anything to do with you. It's just, well, that goes beyond a reasonable request, you see."
"Oh."
"The first time Beth and I did it was a first for both Beth and me," Carl admitted. "Everyone has to have a first time."
"Unless they decided to become a nun or something," I put in. "Let's hurry! I'm horny! I posed for Henry in art class today -he's sculpting me."
"You mean Henry the blind guy?" Steph gaped.
"The same," I admitted.
"But he sees with his hands!" Steph pointed out.
I giggled. "Why do you think I'm horny? Come on, let's run!"
They took my hands, and we ran the last block like we were still kids, my naked titties jiggling, the sun hot on my bare breasts, the air stroking me all over.
Stephanie let us into the house and our book bags wound up on the floor in the hallway. It was a big house, though I knew she was an only child. I guess her parents are pretty well off, not that it matters. She's just a regular kid.
We all sort of stood there, fidgeting, nervous.
"Would you like a snack? Something to eat?" Steph asked.
My Evil Twin took over, of course, wouldn't you know it. "I'd like something to eat all right, and she's standing right in front of me," I said, taking her hand.
Stephanie suddenly looked as scared as I felt. "Are you sure?"
I shivered, but didn't let go. "Of course not, but how else are we going to find out?" I asked. "Now, where's your bedroom?"
"Upstairs," she said softly, not moving.
"Show us," I insisted, tugging at her hand.
With Carl trailing along, Stephanie lead us up the stairs, down the hall and into a light, airy bedroom that was all ruffles and frills, just what I'd expected of her. The only thing that was the slightest out of place was a big poster of James Galway playing his golden flute - and actually, knowing Stephanie that, of course, was anything but out of place.
"Now," I said, kicking off my loafers, the only thing I was wearing, "either you are over-dressed, or I am under-dressed, and I think it is you." I looked to Carl. "You sit down over there," I directed.
"Yes, ma'am!" he responded, giving my bossiness a sarcastic salute. "Can I get undressed?" He was grinning and, judging by the lump in his jeans he could not have been very comfortable.
I giggled as I unbuttoned Stephanie's blouse. "Of course. But until Stephanie and I are done you can look but not touch."
Carl began to shed his clothes. "Okay!"
Stephanie looked like she was going to burst into tears as I spread her blouse open to reveal an amply filled bra, so I touched her cheek with my fingertips, and stood on my toes so I could kiss her on the lips. I drew her close, and the feel of her warm, soft, lace covered boobs felt strange and wonderful against me. She tasted sweet and exciting, too.
"You're beautiful," I told her, and she was! She was soft and rounded, and I wanted to just snuggle her against me like she was a big teddy bear.
Then I went back to undressing her, pushing her blouse back and off, and unhooking and unzipping her skirt. It only took a little push over her lush hips to send it puddling around her feet, leaving her in bra and panties.
Unable to resist, I had to test her breasts through the bra, my hands small and dainty against their bulk - cantaloupe melon size. The were warm, and soft, and heavy, and the lace over her skin felt marvelous.
"You can touch me, you know," I suggested softly as I fondled her big boobs.
She touched my little breast softly, shyly, and a tingle ran through me.
"It's soft," she said in a whisper. "And warm."
Her fingers toyed with my nipple, and the little nubbin stiffened eagerly, while my pussy gushed. I saw Carl, naked now, his hardon a pole in his lap, his hand curled around it as he watched us. Leaning forward, I reached around Stephanie and unhooked her bra, dragging it off her, exposing those glorious mounds of flesh, glad they had a bit of sag to them, but not too much.
Maybe I was a little jealous. My two tits together wouldn't have made up one of hers. I cupped both of hers, lifting their heaviness, my thumbs playing over her nipples, making them stiffen. She had large areolas, too. My titties were, well, sort of like candy kisses, while hers were - well, Oreo sized, I guess, with nipples that stuck out as I toyed with them.
When I knelt and drew her panties down, she reflexively cupped her hands over her pussy. "I'm not shaved, like you," she whimpered.
Gently I drew her hands away to reveal of lovely, soft, black bush. Leaning forward, I sniffed, tantalized by her musky scent. "I don't mind," I assured her, standing, sliding my hands up her soft body.
Stephanie was a big girl, with a big frame, generous hips and big bust. The elastic of her panties had left an imprint on her tummy that I traced with my fingers, making her shiver, goose bumps roughening her skin. With my arm around her, I drew her toward the big bed with its ruffled skirt. There was a moment of awkwardness as we lay down together atop the flowered satin spread.
Then it was the most natural thing in the world to snuggle together, and kiss, our breasts nuzzling each other. This time she responded to my tongue by sneaking hers into my mouth as I withdrew mine in invitation, and we tasted each other while our hands roamed over each other's body.
"Well, what do you think?" I asked when we came up for air.
"It's - nice," she admitted. "Isn't it?"
I agreed, fondling her hefty breast again, pressed against her from ankle to shoulder. "Want more?" I asked.
"Uh huh," she agreed eagerly, responding by kneading my breast as our legs tangled.
And I loved her! It was really that simple, I just loved her, physically. We snuggled and stroked, and kissed, my legs and hers tangling, my pussy pressing against her soft thigh, her bush scratchy against mine. Our hands explored, and I found her pussy, hot, and humid, and moist, and her finger eased into my slit.
"I want to kiss you," I said.
"You have...."
"Down there," I said.
"Oh!" She shivered. "Should I kiss you, too?"
"Not yet," I said. "Let me try first." I'd tasted my own juices, from my own fingers, on Carl's face, and I wondered if she would taste different.
"All right," she agreed, letting me go so I could slide down along her, kissing my way, pausing to suckle on each of her breasts, leaving her nipples stiffly aroused and moist with my saliva. I licked my way down to her navel, and her fingers tangled in my hair as I probed that hollow in her soft tummy.
Then I ventured lower, and I remembered how Carl had teased me that night, after the homecoming dance. I kissed her just above her bush, her tummy rippling in reaction, and then slid lower, spreading her thighs, moving between them, kissing the insides of them, licking and nipping her satiny skin. I kissed my way around her bushy crotch, closer and closer, until the hairs were brushing my cheek, my lips.
Then, combing her bush open with my fingers, I teased my tongue into her slit.
Stephanie gasped, her fingers again knotting in my hair as I probed her humid nook, tasting her tangy juices. She was warm, and slick, and aroused, and I took a long, long time just exploring the terrain before backing off to study it.
It was beautiful, a blushing pink, with ruffles, and I remembered the sketches the girl had done of mine in art class, and understood the beauty she saw there, so I happily dove back in, savoring Steph's tanginess, much like mine, but with a different scent.
When my tongue flicked over the nubbin of Stephanie's clit her hips surged and she gasped again. I liked that, so I did it some more, and she moaned and writhed, spreading her thighs far, far apart.
"I want you!" she gasped. "Please, let me try it, too!"
Without a word, and without abandoning my own feast, I squirmed around so we were going into a sixty nine, as they say. I wound up kneeling over her head, and let her draw my pussy down to her lips, her hands cupping my ass.
And then, for the longest time we just devoured each other. I'd suckle on her clitty and she'd suckle on mine. I'd probed as deep as I could into her cunt, slurping out her juices and she'd do the same to me, until, finally, we were both cumming, practically drowning in each other until we couldn't cum any more and tumbled apart, panting.
"Wow!" I gasped, feeling her juices drying on my face.
"Wow," she agreed. "Is it always that good? With a boy, I mean?"
I rolled my head from side to side in a negative. "It's just as good, maybe better, but - different," I explained. "You'll see."
"Is there room for one more here?" Carl asked, his hardon drooling as he stood by the bed.
"Just a minute." Grunting with the effort, I squirmed around so I had my head at the same end as Stephanie did, and made room between us girls for him. "Here."
He climbed over me and settled between us, and I snuggled him.
"Uh, may I?" Stephanie asked hesitantly from the other side.
"Sure!" Carl and I said simultaneously, making us all giggle and I kissed him.
So Steph snuggled him from one side, and I from the other, and Carl was sort of smothered in our flesh. I kissed him, and he kissed me, tasting Stephanie's juices on my lips.
"Now her," I urged him softly, at the same time guiding Stephanie's hand to my sweetie's rigid cock and curling her fingers around it.
So, he turned to her, and kissed her, rolling toward her, and just like I knew he would, he began to make love to her in the tenderest way. I snuggled his back as he toyed with and tasted her lush breasts, and fondled her already sopping pussy. And when he slid over her, and she opened her thighs for him, I helped settle him in the plushy cradle she made for him. His hips thrust as I guided his cock to her cunny.
"Oh!" she gasped, squirming a little. "Oh my!"
He kissed her, and humped, and I drew my hand out as he bored deeper ever so gently. Impatient, and well warmed up, Stephanie grabbed his ass and pulled and her hips heaved up, and she let out a little squeak and froze a second. So I snuggled both of them, kissing Stephanie until she'd gotten comfortable with the sudden loss of her virginity before Carl eased his cock more deeply into her.
As he pumped slowly and deeply in her, squirming on her lush nakedness I stroked his ass, and felt how his muscles worked as he drove into her. He began moving faster and faster, and she was lifting to meet every thrust when I tickled his balls and felt him go off in her, and she responded by wrapping herself around him as tightly as she could while her own body convulsed for the longest time.
Well, if I hadn't just cum, I would have been jealous, I admit. As it was I was more than a little horny from sharing their conjugal dance, so I fingered myself and squirmed against the two of them until I brought myself to another orgasm, hugging them as hard as I could as those delicious waves swept through me.
After we'd lain there in a big, soggy heap for a long time I finally had to admit that I was starving to death. They all agreed, and Carl separated himself from her. Grabbing him, I tumbled us over together in a tangle of naked flesh, kissing him and giggling as we played with each other for a few moments, and then the two of us fell off the bed together with a thud that shook the whole house, Stephanie looking down on us from the bed laughing.
After untangling ourselves we made our way down to the kitchen and Steph served us with milk and brownies and we sat around the kitchen table, all naked and juicy.
"Well, what do you think?" I asked Stephanie.
"Wow! I mean WOW!" She looked at both of us. "Wow!"
"But which was better?" I asked.
She shook her head. "It isn't like that," she said softly, looking thoughtful, and a little blue.
I thought about it myself and agreed. "No, it isn't, is it? It's like comparing apples and oranges."
"And it depends on whether you have a yen for apples or oranges," Stephanie observed.
"Yeah." I reached for Carl's hand and gave it a squeeze. "I prefer apples."
Stephanie looked thoughtful, took my hand, giving it a squeeze. "And I prefer oranges," she admitted. "No offense, Carl."
He looked puzzled a moment, and then understood. "None taken," he assured her.
Stephanie looked at me. "And you're sure you - prefer apples?"
I nodded, feeling her pain. "Yeah. I mean, well, I do love you Stephanie, but, well, it's Carl I lust after."
"The eternal triangle," Carl observed. "Only, well, I love Beth. Not that I don't love you, Stephanie."
"Everybody loves good old Stephanie," she observed wryly. "Only just not THAT way!"
I gave her hand a squeeze. "Well, we'll just have to find the right girl for you!"
Carl looked thoughtful. "It might be a boy. I'm not sure it's as simple as apples and oranges," he mused. "I mean, well, I love Beth, and I love you, Stephanie, but it's a different kind of love. And having sex with you was good, Stephanie, but it's better with Beth, for me, anyway."
"Oh." Beth mulled this over. "I loved the sex with you," she observed, giving Carl's hand a squeeze again. "But I loved it with Beth, too, and - I'd rather do it again with her - I mean, I'm more physically attracted to her than I am to you - not that I'm NOT attracted to you, Carl."
"You're confused," I suggested.
She nodded unhappily.
"Well, I don't see any reason you have to make up your mind right now," I argued. "You've got a whole lifetime ahead of you, after all."
She brightened. "That's true!"
"So many women, and men, and so little time," Carl joked, smiling at her. "Who knows, you may change your mind several times."
She looked at him shyly. "Have you ever wanted a boy?" she asked. "No, you don't have to answer that."
Carl looked thoughtful. "There was a kid, Jason Felder, remember him?"
"In seventh grade," I remembered. "Kind of a slender, blond boy. I remember he used to get teased something awful, because he was kind of effeminate. They called him `Fairy Felder.'"
Carl nodded. "Some of the kids were really cruel. I think that's why he changed schools. He and I used to pal around a little, and we wrestled together sometimes. One time we were in the showers and wrestled for the soap, and - and we both got hardons."
"Oh!" This was something I'd never thought about with Carl, or with any boy, come to think of it.
"But that's all that happened," Carl assured me.
I gave his hand a squeeze. "After what Steph and I just did, what difference does it make?"
"I think we both thought of - doing something," Carl admitted. "Only we didn't know what, and we were both embarrassed. I know some guys jerked off together, but I never did."
"Uh - can we go back upstairs?" Stephanie asked after a few moments of silence.
"I've got to call my Mom first," I answered. "How long can we stay?"
"My parents won't be back until tomorrow," Stephanie admitted. "You could even sleep-over if you'd like." She looked at both of us hopefully.
So I called my mom and got permission, and Carl called his, and then the three of us headed for the shower. Stephanie assured us it was big enough for all three of us, and she was right! And, since I was itchy down there, I let Stephanie lather me up and remove the stubble with a disposable razor while Carl looked on. And Stephanie took advantage of that opportunity to study my plumbing, in depth, you might say. And, while she was on her knees and busy with my crotch, well, Carl probed her frombehind!
So then we had to take another shower!
Of course we didn't get dressed again after that. Why bother? We ordered in pizza, and gave the delivery boy such a show he forgot to ask for his tip - he wasn't from our school, though he'd heard of The Program and told us he hoped it came to his soon. As part of her continuing education in things erotic, we had Stephanie send him off with a smile on his face and his cum on her face.
We spent the night - well, I won't bore you with details. Let's just say we explored all the possible permutations and combinations that two girls and a boy can get into with each other.