Sharing Hannah

She nodded, taking it all in. Absorbing it, as if memorizing it for a test. It was a little strange, but I chalked it up to curiosity. After all, it wasn’t every day someone laid out the framework for dating three people simultaneously.

“In the end, we’re all friends,” Dante added. “We share everything.”

Hannah smirked as she rolled her hips to the music. “Oh, I got that part.”

“Well then realize this would be your relationship every bit as much as ours,” I offered. “You could have things any way you wanted, all you’d have to do is ask.”

“Anything?” she cooed, peeling away another shirt.

“Anything,” I confirmed, staring her straight in her pretty blue eyes. “Nothing would be off-limits.”

The song changed. The inquires continued. Hannah went on swaying to the music, stripping off layer after layer while asking a long line of well-thought out questions. We delved into a little of just about everything — even some scenarios we hadn’t encountered the other times we’d had a girlfriend together, short-lived or otherwise.

“We’re all good with this Hannah,” Dante said at last. “Trust me, there’s no jealou

sy. No one is ever excluded, but of course there will be times when one or more of us can’t make something.” He shrugged again. “It’s like any other relationship, really. Only with a lot more flexible schedule.”

“Especially for you,” I winked. “There are three of us, but only one of you. So you’ll be busy.”

I saw her go adorably flush, especially at my last statement. The shirts and sweats were all gone now, and she was down to a sexy little pajama set. Almost there.

“Ultimately it’s up to you,” said Dante, “whether or not you’re okay with this.” He cast me a short, knowing glance. “We know from experience, it’s a lot to handle. It’s not exactly for everyone.”

He stood up to reach for her, but Hannah countered by pushing on his chest. She smiled as he fell back down, into his place on the couch.

“I’m gonna need a little more time,” she said coyly. “Maybe some more… research.”

I watched, trance-like, as she took off the last two pieces of clothing. Beneath the pair of pajama tops and bottoms, a lacy black outfit emerged.

“Damn…” breathed Dante.

Our beautiful blonde lover stood before us in a pair of black, thigh-high stockings with fishnet tops. Satin red garters ran upward to a matching garter belt, wrapping around the tiniest pair of G-string panties I’d ever seen.

“Maybe…” Hannah said, moving forward, “the two of you could persuade me.”

She wasn’t wearing anything on top. Her beautiful breasts hung totally bare, feeling warm and sexy against my chest as she leaned in to kiss me.

“Do you think you could?” she murmured, climbing into my lap. Her hair fell forward, framing our faces in shimmering waves. I could feel the heat of her breath, as her lips brushed softly against mine.

“Yes.”

I moved to kiss her, but she smiled and turned her head. A second later, she was nibbling on my ear. Driving me absolutely wild, although she had no way of knowing it was one of my biggest weaknesses.

Fuck…

“I know you’ve done this before,” she whispered, tracing her tongue over the edge of my earlobe, “but I want you to show me everything. Don’t hold back. Don’t go slow. Just…”

She gyrated downward, grinding herself into me. I grunted as she threw one leg over either side of mine, screwing her ass against the growing bulge between my legs.

“Teach me.”

I was totally dizzy now. Desperate with need for her. I wanted to pin her to the floor and spread her legs wide. I wanted the wet, silky feeling of sliding inside her… staring into Hannah’s eyes as we stretched the limits of our bodies, together.

“Will you do that, Adam?” she asked, her voice dripping with mock innocence. With a sudden flourish she slid backwards. She pushed my knees apart, then dropped between them to the floor.

“Would the both of you do that for me?

Staring back and forth between Dante and I, she reached out and began rubbing our growing erections. She looked incredible, down on her knees. Like a blonde-tressed goddess, stroking me. Squeezing me. Unbuttoning me, and then reaching for the waistband of my jeans…