Coming Between You

COMING BETWEEN YOU
By Kate Laurie

“Hey James, I rented a movie, do you want to watch it with me?” I always yell something as I walk in to let my roommate know I’m home. He’s rather shy, and I know if I were to walk in on him and his lover it would embarrass him. When I heard no response, I walked over to his room.

“Jamie?” His door was half open so I went ahead and pushed it open all the way. He must have been out with Adrian. I walked over to his dresser to grab the batteries he’d borrowed out of my remote when I saw something that made me stop. Something black was poking out from beneath his pillow. I bit my lip in indecision, but I let curiosity get the best of me. I pulled it out and my mouth dropped open in surprise. It was a pair of black lace underwear that I’d been missing for nearly a week. I’d been drunk the night I’d worn them and had left them in the bathroom when I’d stripped for my shower.

I frowned as I considered the implications. Ever since my sexy roommate had moved in four months ago he’d become the star of all my erotic fantasies. But I’d considered him off limits since he appeared to be gay. Was he also a cross dresser? I didn’t have enough evidence pointing either way. I couldn’t think of any other reason that he’d be hiding my underwear, though.

“Unless…” I felt a thrill run through my body as I considered the other side of the coin. Perhaps I wasn’t the only one feigning indifference. I caressed the crisp lace with my finger and imagined him holding them as he jerked himself off at night. I wondered if he had stolen any more of my lingerie. Before I could contemplate things longer, I heard the apartment door open. I hurriedly stashed my panties back beneath his pillow, snatched the batteries, and dashed back into the living room.

“Oh hey, Alison,” James said as he broke away from the kiss he and Adrian had been sharing.

“Hi James, hi Adrian, the only reason I was in your room was to grab my batteries back,” I exclaimed. I wanted to kick myself. I’ve never been very good at hiding things.

“That’s fine,” James assured me with a laugh. He pushed a lock of honey colored hair off his forehead and gave me a lopsided grin that caused my lower body to clench. “You know I don’t care if you go in my room.”

“Hey, I rented a movie, would you guys like to keep me company and watch it?” I asked. Spending an evening with two beautiful men, even if they were gay, would definitely be satisfactory for me. “I’ll even make popcorn,” I added.

“Well that settles it for me,” Adrian said. Adrian was every bit as gorgeous as James. Being near the two of them but being unable to touch them had driven me nearly mad over the past few months. Since James had moved in, I’d begun buying smutty books and masturbating with a vengeance. Adrian’s warm palm on my arm forced me back to reality. “You okay there, Alison? Did you forget what movie you rented?” The innocent question was spiced with possibilities by the knowing look in his eyes.

“Sorry, I was just trying to remember if I’d bought popcorn last time I was at the store,” was my lame excuse for drifting off. “I rented some foreign film that the clerk recommended based on my previous rentals.”

“Great, let’s all migrate to the couch then,” James said. “Oh, and Alison, you bought popcorn yesterday.” James reminded me as he and Adrian settled themselves onto the couch.

When I came into the living room, I paused for a moment simply to look at the two of them. They both could have been models. James was all tanned skin and blue-eyed radiance. With his boyish good looks, he always reminded me of some of the surfers I’d drooled over back in college. Adrian on the other hand could never be called cute. He brought to mind forbidden trysts and dark sensuality. Only his dimples lent a touch of softness. Every time I looked into his gray eyes, I felt a thrill go through me. As if he sensed my observation, he ran his fingers through his raven colored hair and turned to look at me. I prayed my cheeks weren’t red and hurried over to the couch to sit on the vacant end. I was taken aback when they separated, moving to the ends so that I’d have to sit in the middle.

“Now don’t look so surprised, Ali,” James said with a smile. “You do have the bowl of popcorn.” He patted the cushion between the two of them. “I promise we’ll be on our best behavior.”

“Too bad,” I was mortified to realize that I’d said the statement out loud. James looked surprised, but Adrian just chuckled. There was no possible way that I would be able to concentrate on the movie while pressed between both objects of my desire. Taking a breath to ground myself I sat down between them and immediately felt a trickle of warmth dampen my underwear. James’ leg brushed mine and I gulped. I pushed the play button and attempted to relax, which was quite difficult since no matter how I sat at least one side of mine was touching theirs.

“You need to unwind, Alison,” James told me as he squeezed my shoulders with his strong hands. “Wow, you’re tense. Has work been really hard, lately?” He asked as he began a sympathetic massage. I was beginning to think I would not survive the night.

“No, it hasn’t been too bad. I think I just had too much coffee today.” I gave him a weak smile and decided I needed to just get over my obsession. I had been fantasizing about both of these guys for months. I was going to stop worrying about making them uncomfortable and just enjoy being with two beautiful men. “Don’t worry,” I replied as I snuggled in between them. “I’m feeling much better already.”

By the time the movie was over the sexual tension in the room was palatable. I could barely remember the flimsy plot, but I most definitely remembered the steamy sex. The movie had been more provocative than the few pornographic films I’d watched during my lonely days at college. There had been one scene that would have given the movie an NC-17 rating if it had been made in the States. That scene had brought me to the edge. The only reason I wasn’t embarrassed was because both men had been sweating and squirming at the same time. I turned off the TV and all three of us let our breath out in a whoosh.

“If I didn’t know better, I’d think you were trying to seduce us,” James told me with a shaky smile.

I wanted to ask if I had succeeded, but I managed to restrain myself.

“What I want to know is what type of movies you normally rent, if the clerk recommended this one?” Adrian asked me with a leer. “And why weren’t we invited to watch those movies too?”

The look on his face was so comically overdone that I had to laugh. “Actually I think the clerk was just having fun with me. I mainly rent comedies. The only foreign films I’ve ever watched were the required ones for one of my classes in college. And they were quite a bit, umm, less intense.”

“Less intense, yes, that’s one way to put it,” James laughed. He and Adrian exchanged a look I couldn’t decipher. Then James turned back to me and was his usual smiling self.

I was so glad that there was no awkwardness between us. I had even more doubts about their sexual preferences after watching the movie with them. Most of the sex scenes had been heterosexual, and I had noticed that their breathing had become just as shallow as it had during the two scenes between gay men. At one time, I’d actually seen James move his hand toward my leg for just a split second before he settled it back into his lap. My entire body was hot as I wondered if I was lucky enough for them, or at least James, to be bisexual. I decided I would test my theory that very night.

“This was a lot of fun, but unfortunately I need to get going. I have to get to the shop early tomorrow. Everyone wants his hotrod in top condition for the car show.” Adrian pulled his leather jacket on. I was unable to keep from taking a deep breath as he did so. I will probably associate the smell of leather and gasoline with Adrian for the rest of my life. I made a note to stop by his work soon even if it meant I’d probably just be tempting myself further.

“Feel free to drop in whenever you want, Adrian. I’m normally here slaving away on the computer.” I almost winced when I was done. I hoped James didn’t think I was coming on to his boyfriend, even though that’s exactly what I’d done. It was true that I lusted over Adrian even more than I did James, but all I had meant to do was make Adrian feel more comfortable in our place.

“You really should, Alison gets pretty bored sitting at her computer all day long.” James encouraged his lover.

Adrian chuckled and the sound caused my mouth to go dry. “Okay, I’ll do that. Take care, Alison, and don’t forget to invite me over next time you rent a movie.” Adrian winked. He walked over to James and shared a kiss that I could tell was partially for my benefit. It worked. I felt like a horny teenager as I stood there squirming, desperate to ease the throbbing between my legs. It gave me an elicit thrill, watching their mouths kiss each other so hungrily. I’d never known that seeing two men kiss could be so sexy. My breathing grew irregular as they continued. I knew I should leave or at least turn away, but I was frozen in lust. I had never thought of myself as a voyeur until that moment. When they broke apart, they were both visibly straining against their pants. All three of us were breathing hard.

“Bye Adrian,” James gasped out. Adrian waved and shut the door behind him. He turned around then and noticed me staring at him. He turned bright pink. He licked his lips and began to walk back to his room.

“Wait,” I called in a hoarse voice I barely recognized as my own. He turned around and gave me a shy smile. “I found my panties under your pillow.” I blurted out. He turned an even brighter shade of pink, and began to apologize but I put my hand up to stop him. I really hoped he wasn‘t a cross-dresser. “I just wanted to know if you wanted another pair.” My heart pounded as I made my move. I unzipped my slacks revealing the red silk panties I’d donned that morning. The way his breath hitched encouraged me enough to saunter over to him and whisper into his ear, “I also wanted to know if you needed any help with this?” I placed my hand over the bulge in his jeans and was rewarded when he surged forward.

“I meant to give them back to you,” he protested weakly. “Ever since I moved in, I kept thinking about what it would be like with you. I’ve always preferred men, but for some reason I can’t stop thinking about you. I’d find a bra of yours in my laundry, or a pair of your stockings hanging over the shower rod. I found your…your panties lying in the bathroom and meant to just put them in the wash for you. But I couldn’t. It turned me on too much. I decided to keep them,” he paused, but continued. “For the nights that I couldn’t keep myself from fantasizing about you.”

Throughout his confession, I had become more and more aroused. I was ready to knock him to the floor and ride him like a dog in heat. My underwear were soaked all the way through, and the satin of my bra felt like burlap to my oversensitive nipples. I braced myself in case he declined, but barreled ahead. “Would you like to see if the real thing is as good as what you’ve imagined?” The short time I waited for a reply felt like decades to my drenched sex.

“I think I’d like that a lot, Alison.” His voice was as raspy with need as my own. As if a switch had been thrown, we were in each other’s arms. We pulled each other’s clothes off as we stumbled towards his bedroom. We took turns giving urgent strokes and caresses as we tried to satisfy months of mutual lust.

I gasped when we finally tumbled onto the bed. We were rushed and desperate for each other’s bodies. It was hard to believe this was actually happening. I helped him remove my bra and smiled at the awestruck reverence in his eyes. “When were you last with a woman?” I asked him. He kept gazing at my full breasts.

“Nineteen, I think,” he murmured. He pulled his pants off the rest of the way. I froze in amazement.

“How old are you, James?” I asked as I tried to think of how long it had been for him.

“Twenty-seven.” He said as if it was of no concern, and perhaps it wasn’t to him. He swept his eyes over my body in a hungry way that caused me to swallow hard. “God, you are so beautiful. I wasn’t sure if I was even
attracted to women at all anymore until I moved in with you. There was something about the way you moved or smiled that would always give me a hard-on. I always thought I was gay. But I guess I just hadn’t been around the right type of women.” His voice trailed off as he lowered his head to capture one of my swollen nipples in his hot mouth.

He licked and sucked around the engorged tip with the same eagerness he must have exhibited at the young age of nineteen. I couldn’t believe I was the first woman he’d had in eight years. I was unable to think past that point however, because he had slipped a hand inside of my panties and was cupping my dripping pussy within his palm. I was out of my mind with desire. Nothing existed for me but the combined sensations of his hot mouth and sharp teeth on my nipples, and the rough pads of his fingers stroking me towards completion. I pulled his briefs down so that I could have better access to his erection and my eyes widened. He was perfectly straight and much longer than I had expected. I grasped him in one of my hands and relished the satiny feel of him. With my first stroke a small drop of pre-cum rolled out. I used the very tip of my index finger to roll it over his ridge, and he groaned against my breast.

He pulled away and looked up at me. “I’ve been thinking about this moment for so long, I don’t think I can wait much longer.” I squeezed him just below the head. He pushed me back onto his bed until I was laid out before him in nothing but my drenched red panties. He immediately rolled them down my legs, and then tossed them onto his desk. “I think I’ll need to keep those as well,” he said as he slipped his briefs off the rest of the way. I expected him to drive into me immediately, but instead he lowered his head to my damp curls and spread my lips open. He looked up at me shyly, “I’ve never gone down on a woman before,” he said.

“You don’t have to,” I said. He stopped my protest by giving me an initial lick from anus to clit that caused me to cry out in amazement.

“I need to do this, Allison. Every time I smelled your scent on these,” he held up my stolen underwear, “I’ve wanted to smell you and taste you for real.” He began with some gentle swirls of his tongue that made me think of backseat sex and stolen kisses. Then he plunged his index finger into me, massaging my inner ache while his mouth began sucking on my clit, at first delicately, and then bolder when I didn’t protest. I bucked against the bed and ran my fingers through his hair, begging him not to stop. I was so hungry for his touch. Every illicit caress brought me close to climax. The fact that he was unpracticed added more to the encounter. We quickly found our rhythm, and soon I was thrashing around wildly, calling out his name as my orgasm rolled over me.

“I take it that wasn’t too bad for a beginner?” James asked smugly. I slowly came back into awareness and realized that he was still kneeling with his face resting on my inner thigh. His hair was sexily tousled and his mouth was wet with the juices of my sex.

I sat up and pulled him towards me. I scooted back until he was comfortably positioned over my body. “Would you rather do me anally?” I offered him. “I’ll enjoy it either way, I promise you.”

“No I want to do it with you here for our first time.” He ran his finger through my sex and I thrilled at his implications of there being more trysts between us. “I want to experience all the things that are different when I’m with you.” He punctuated the sentence by grasping my nipples between his callused fingers and bringing them back to their previous stiffness. I arched my back in an unconscious attempt to surrender them fully to his ministrations. I felt like a piano as he found all the right notes to bring me into harmony with myself. He stopped and I cried out in frustration. “Just one second,” he said, and he rolled a condom over his flushed penis.

My entire body grew taut with anticipation. He leaned over me with his muscular arms supporting him above me, but I could tell he was nervous. I was too desperate to wait. I reached down and guided his head to my damp opening. “Please fuck me, James,” I begged him. “I’ve been waiting four long months.”

That was all the enticement he needed. He entered me in a steady thrust that caused me to throw my head back in ecstasy. He slowly pulled back, and I shuddered as his head teased my still pulsing clit. He smiled and began tormenting me by just barely entering me and then pulling out again, keeping me just on this side of rapture. I was about to beg when he drove into me with a fierce thrust that had me arching off the bed. I raked my nails down his back and lifted my pelvis up to meet his eager thrusts with my own. It wasn’t until my throat grew raw that I realized I’d been alternately calling out his name and moaning in pleasure.

“Oh, Alison,” he gasped out above me. Then he was pushing me back into the mattress with the power of his thrusts as he screamed out my name. Feeling the pulsing of him inside me brought on my own climax, and I clawed the sheets and bucked like a wild animal as my body milked him of all he had. I collapsed to the bed.

I was surprised to hear a sarcastic clap. I looked over James’ shoulder and was mortified to see Adrian standing in the doorway.

“I must say I was a bit shocked when I came to give James his jacket back, but I did appreciate the show,” he said.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry,” I said. I had been so busy thinking about having my fantasy fulfilled that I hadn’t bothered contemplating the fact that James had a steady boyfriend. “It’s all my fault. I seduced James, and I never meant to hurt the two of you.” I couldn’t believe how insensitive I’d been. I rarely let my emotions get in the way of logic, but my lust had overridden everything else.

“Hey, I’m just sorry I missed out on all the fun,” Adrian said with a sly grin. “Don’t worry Alison; I’ve expected this for sometime. Ever since James moved in with you, he’s been curious. I told him that rutting with you was the only way to find out.” He turned to his boyfriend and raised his eyebrows. “Well, Jamie, how was it?”

“Let‘s just say I may swing both ways.” James rolled off of me to look at Adrian. “At least where Alison is concerned.”

I blushed at the gracious compliment, but was still worried that I’d hurt their relationship. “Are you sure you’re not angry at me?” I asked. “I understand if you are.”

“No, I’m not mad. James and I had already talked about it. Say Alison,” Adrian paused and looked as shy as I had ever seen him. “Would you happen to be open to reinitiating another man into the dark pleasures of heterosexuality?”

My mouth dropped in shock. Before he took it the wrong way I quickly answered him, “I wouldn’t be adverse to that at all.” I felt like pinching myself to see if I was dreaming. This was like some surreal fairytale. My most treasured fantasy was actually becoming a reality. I gave him a sexy smile. “So, how would you like to begin?”

“I was wondering if you’d mind taking me in your mouth?” Adrian asked shakily. I had a feeling that I wasn’t the only one who had been dreaming about having a threesome. He quickly shed his clothes and I was pleased to see that Adrian was every bit as well endowed as James. I wiggled my jaw to loosen it up some. Adrian positioned himself leaning over the footboard with James behind him. I lowered myself until my mouth was on the same level as Adrian’s bobbing penis. I licked my lips and then took just the head into my mouth, covering it in my saliva. I could tell the moment James entered Adrian by the way he suddenly surged forward into my mouth. I leaned back to look at his glistening crown and smiled in appreciation. I swirled my tongue around the shaft and then worked my way back up to his head. I pulled him into my mouth and heard him cry out above me as his hips surged forward. I pulled away and instead lowered my head to gently pull a testicle into my mouth, rolling the heavy weight around carefully. Adrian moaned incoherently as I switched to the other one. After a few moments, I moved back to his root, and began slowly licking around the base again. He was like hot silk wrapped around steel. I was about to take him into my mouth when he stopped me.

“I can’t last much longer; you should put this on me now.” He handed me a condom. I took advantage of the pause to look at the two of them. Seeing their sweat slickened bodies slapping against each other filled me with awe and desire. I could tell that James was nearing his own climax, and I didn’t want Adrian to be late, so I quickly rolled the condom onto him and settled back down in front of him.

“Are you ready?” I asked as I tongued him right below the head. He moaned out his approval and I took all of him into my mouth. I soon was able to match the rhythm that he and James had already built, and he gasped my name as if I were a saint. I didn’t have to match their rhythm long though, since it was only a few moments before I felt Adrian jerk within my mouth and one of his hands clenched my hair. A few seconds later he surged forward again as James climaxed behind him. After their tremors had stopped, I flopped back onto the bed and gave a satisfied sigh.

“Are you alright?” Adrian asked in concern. “I hope we didn’t hurt you at the end.”

“I am absolutely perfect,” I said with a smile. “I’m just trying to make the moment last, just in case it’s only a dream.” I felt them settle onto the bed on both sides of me and gave a purr of contentment.

“Wow, that was even better than I’d hoped.” James said in a voice that was still shaky and a bit hoarse. “I’m awfully glad you rented that film, Alison. I’m not sure if I would have ever gotten up the courage to have sex with you if that movie hadn’t turned me on so much.”

“Tell me about it! Why do you think I made some lame excuse about having to bring James his jacket?” Adrian exclaimed. “I was so primed I thought I’d explode if I didn’t get any relief soon. I had hoped that I’d find the two of you together.”

I forced myself to sit up and look at the two of them. “I’m a little confused. Are you guys both bisexual then or what? I thought I was going to need to grab the fire extinguisher to quell the amount of heat you guys were putting out during that movie.”

They looked at each other for a moment before James spoke up, “I have always considered myself gay. I was with a few women when I was a teenager, but it was nothing like this. I was very uncomfortable and awkward with them and it all felt really fake. I really enjoyed being with you though,” he said while he ran a hand up and down my thigh. “So I suppose that means I’m bi,” he said with a shrug.

“And what about you, Adrian?” I asked as I cocked my head towards him. “You’ve been giving me sexual vibes since I met you.” I poked his muscular chest.

“Was I that obvious? I have always been very open sexually. I have always been attracted to both men and women, although this was my first polysexual ménage a trois. I certainly hope it won’t be my last,” he said with a hopeful smile.

I looked at James and raised my eyebrows. He didn’t say anything for a moment.

“I think that‘s up to you, Alison. I had a good time.” James said. I thought I detected a hint of uncertainty in his voice. I hoped I was wrong.

“Well I care about both of you a lot and don’t want to hurt what you have between you. I don’t feel right coming between you.” I blushed when they both laughed at my Freudian choice of words.

“Trust me, Alison, if you want to join us, it would make us both very happy. You are a beautiful and intelligent woman, and ever since he moved in with you, James and I have shared our fantasies about you with each other,” Adrian said.

I was incredibly flattered at their desire for me and decided to take advantage of it as long as it lasted. “Ok then, I guess you can count on me coming between you regularly!” I said to their cheers and laughs.

TBC...