by Cyan
Copyright 1996 by Cyan
All Rights Reserved; No Redistribution.
Who was that woman with Sharon?
Sharon and I got along all right: in fact, we were really good friends. But having known each other for too long at work, we knew very well that there was no chance that the two of us would ever hit it off. So even though you'd have to say Sharon was exactly what I was looking for looks- wise, I wasn't interested and she wouldn't be either. But I knew I wouldn't mind a night's bedroom games with that other woman!
And I had no desire to go to bed alone. Though if this night were typical, that's what I'd be doing.
I managed to be in their line of vision as they crossed the room. "Oh, hi," said Sharon with a smile. I thanked my lucky stars: it was looking like they were thinking that it was they who had noticed me.
"Hi Sharon," I returned, and looked inquiringly at both of them.
"Oh, this is Rose," she said, giving me a slightly speculative look. Rose and I traded greetings and I noticed her giving me a look too. Better and better!
"Listen," said Sharon, "you here with anyone?" She looked around the bar as if she'd recognize whoever it would be that I might've come with. Inside, I jumped and clicked me heels: I figured this Rose was unattached and Sharon was asking me to join them. And that's exactly what she did!
"No, just hanging around."
"Why don't you join us?"
My answer was a foregone conclusion. I followed them back to a table where we sat with a man I didn't know, but they introduced him as Andrew. He said something quietly to Sharon and then they both took to the dance floor. Rose watched them.
"So, how long have you known Sharon?" I asked Rose.
"Oh, we just met her tonight." I was slightly put off by that: what exactly did she mean? "You?"
And I found myself telling her about work. I looked at Rose while we talked: long dark hair, eyes that showed genuine interest in my ramblings, her little smile. This seemed like a dream.
I figured I'd bored her too much already and suggested we dance. I couldn't help but take in her body again when we stood; she was amazing.
I noticed Sharon and Andrew on the floor, but I deliberately, though nonchalantly avoided them. Seeing Rose dancing was astounding: she had a sensual way about her, the way she moved; I had to watch myself that I didn't gawk.
The next dance was slow, but Rose showed herself to be obviously willing and soon we were in each other's arms, moving to the slow rhythm of the music. I briefly noticed Sharon and Andrew doing the same. They were whispering something to each other.
"This is real nice," said Rose, pretty much voicing my own opinion.
"Yeah," was about all I managed to mumble back. The feeling of her body against mine was having a definite effect. She didn't seem to shy about it!
"You like this?" she asked.
"Oh yes!"
"Do you like... having sex for the fun of it?"
Huh? "What do you mean?" This was a question that I had to answer exactly right!
She giggled just a little. Somehow it told me I didn't have to be reticent about expressing my thoughts to her on that subject. "I mean," she said, "do you like to act out your, uh, feelings? Desires? Not hold back?"
"Uh, Rose..." This was like my dream night at the club, and somehow it didn't seem right.
"I want you," she whispered directly in my ear. I was silent. This was too foreign to me and I didn't know how to respond. "Do you want me?" she whispered.
"Yes!" came my not so subtle, whispered reply. After that she seemed satisfied to dance without talking. We just held each other, very close. The feel of her body against mine was so inviting. And my imagination kept stealing my thoughts, but I did manage to wonder if this were going too fast. And if I really wanted to be the prey, so to speak.
It finally ended, and it seemed natural that we return to the table. Andrew was there alone.
"Where's Sharon?" asked Rose.
"She left," said Andrew and Rose looked disappointed. I recalled the way Andrew and Sharon had been on the dance floor and I suddenly wondered about it. How had she come to leave so abruptly? Without Andrew?
Rose left, going to the rest room and I found myself there with Andrew. "You like Rose?" he asked.
"I just met her tonight, but sure!" I said. I found myself wondering about something: it seemed that Rose and Andrew knew each other. And I'd seen a glance between them as Rose left.
"You want her?"
I tried to figure this out. Were they brother and sister? He didn't seem satisfied with my silence. He added: "She's desirable, isn't she?"
"Well, sure."I answered.
Rose returned then and I felt a little funny about the conversation I'd been having with Andrew. She scooted up next to me in the booth so our bodies were pressing. Her hand went on my leg and started slowly moving up and down the top of my thigh. Her lips went to my ear and she whispered very softly, "I want you."
Andrew calmly looked at us. "You can have her tonight." I sat there, my mind registering what he just said, when he went on: "under one condition."
"Uh," I mumbled. This was too much, but I was having trouble finding the words. What was going on here? Was she a prostitute? I couldn't think.
And while I mentally struggled, I realized Rose's hand was on my cock, rubbing. She whispered again: "I want it, please!" She took my hand and put it on her leg, close to her pussy. Her body was so soft.
"OK?" asked Andrew.
This was insane! What was the condition? "Uh, what..."
"Here's the deal," said Andrew, answering the question he must know was in my mind. "We flip a coin. Twice." He paused for a second. "If it comes up heads either or both times, you can have Rose... while I watch."
Now I was really uncomfortable. Well, my hand was between Rose's legs and she was still rubbing me, but still, alarm bells went off in my mind. Andrew watching? What would something like that be like?
"All I'll do is watch: I like to watch." It seemed weird: I wondered if I could do it like that. What was the deal with these two? I was rock hard. I didn't say anything. Andrew seemed to take it as some kind of agreement. "But if it comes up tails both times," he said, "then Rose watches while I fuck you."
My jaw dropped. "Not..." I started, not knowing exactly what I was going to say, and I and tried to push out, but Rose was still practically wrapped around me, besides being between me and the way out of the booth.
"Now hear me out," said Andrew.
"Listen to him," came Rose's whisper in my ear.
I stopped struggling and sat there. "If you don't want to do this, that's fine. Three out of four chances and you get Rose. You have our word."
"No," I said.
"She's practically yours. Those are good odds." I paused and I sat there, amazed at the situation I'd found myself in. "If you leave," he added, "you'll lie there in bed, alone. You'll be masturbating, thinking about what it would have been like with Rose."
Three out of four chances. Rose. Andrew watching. Would it turn me on to have another guy watching us? I wasn't sure. One thing: it would be wild. I wondered if I were thinking clearly.
But if I lost! Let this guy...it didn't bear thinking! I had to leave. "I have to go," I said. Rose was in my way. Her hand still stroked my cock.
She didn't get up. But she did drag my hand across her body. She was really nice. "You'll think about me," she whispered in my ear. "You'll miss this."
She had my hand between her legs. "Take a chance," she whispered.
"Your coin--you flip," said Andrew.
I don't know what got into me. The odds were with me. I pulled a quarter out of my pocket.
I held it against my wrist. I'd flipped. My heart was in my throat. I took my hand away.
Heads.
We all three stared at the coin. "Oo, let's go," whispered Rose in my ear. They both stood up and led me out of the bar. I was so relieved.
Rose rode with me to show me the way to their apartment. "Why?" I asked. Her hand was on my thigh.
"We just like gambling."
"But..."
"Andrew..." she started, then paused. "He loves to introduce straight men to the other side."
"But the odds are against him."
"Well, yes, but in the long run he wins plenty of times."
I didn't answer, but thought: Andrew likes to get men to let him, uh, do it to them. They use this bet to get men to gamble. Most of the time Rose has sex with the guy, but sometimes Andrew gets his way.
Andrew was there in the apartment when we arrived. Rose pulled me through to the bedroom. She sat me on the edge of the bed and sat on my lap, straddling me, facing me. And kissed me.
Andrew was sitting in a chair at the side of the room. "Rub me," Rose whispered in my ear, then sat up. My hands roamed around her hips, thighs, and between. She stretched and made a "mmm" sound.
Andrew. Still sitting there.
"I have another idea," he said, suddenly.
What the...? I felt Rose's body return to a more normal attitude and suddenly it was just someone sitting on my legs instead of a woman begging for me. Andrew continued, saying: "Listen to this."
"Huh?"
"I have another idea: Rose'll suck you off and let you do her ass if you let me do yours first."
"No!" I felt a little annoyed.
"No problem! Just if you want to."
Rose had put her mouth to my ear: "You want me to suck you? I want your cock in my mouth."
She meant if I let Andrew, uh, do what he wanted. "No!"
"OK, OK, settle down," said Andrew, "we won't welsh on the deal."
What was with these people? Then he spoke up again: "One more idea."
"No!"
"Now we will make you hear me out. Just hear me out. You don't have to go for this, but if you don't hear me out, the deal's off." I didn't respond. A deal. I felt a little dirty about the whole thing. Rose was oozing around my lap again and despite myself, I was hard.
He finally went on: "I'll do Rose's rear while you watch. Then you can decide which you want: I'll leave the room while you fuck her, or..." He paused. "Or she sucks you off while I do your rear."
This was getting really crazy. He started to repeat it. Finally I repeated it back to him: "So I watch you and Rose."
"Yeah: me doing her rear."
"Then you leave the room?"
"You decide: but you can't decide now: after you watch, you decide."
It seemed like a good deal. A hell of a lot better than the gamble I'd had before. "OK."
Suddenly he was standing and pulling Rose off me. "Sit over there," he said, pointing at the chair where he'd been. He sounded almost angry as he said it and I wondered again what I'd gotten myself into. I moved.
By the time I was sitting, he'd ripped most of Rose's clothes off. I stared. Her body was fantastic: exactly what I'd imagined. He had her naked and practically threw her against the bed. I realized that he was definitely strong: she was like nothing to him. Her rear was over the side and he knelt behind her. He grabbed both her wrists in one hand, holding them behind her and with his other hand, pulled her rear to his cock. In seconds he'd positioned himself, then he let go of her wrists and pulled her hips against himself, plunging himself in.
"Oh, God!" she groaned and was breathing so hard and fast I though she'd hyperventilate. Then he rammed in and out of her wildly. She went wild, screaming and begging for it. He just kept going harder and harder and I didn't see how her body could take it, but she still wanted more.
I sat there in awe. The way he held her body, took her. She was like a little toy to him: she had no chance against his strength and power. But she was obviously thriving on it, wanting every bit of what he was giving her. And he didn't stop: just kept going harder and harder, her body jerking and quivering and flopping around. She just kept yelling: "Yes! Yes! More! Harder, please, harder!"
I ran out. I heard them still at it as I streaked out the front door. In my car, I sat there, feeling like I had to recover. I couldn't believe what I'd just seen.
I lay in bed that night, alone. I masturbated. Thinking of what it would have been like. With Andrew.
Cyan Stories
Erotic fiction, sex stories, for erotica lovers.