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The two of them looked unsure, but still curious. With the right coaching, I figured I could get them right where I wanted them.

“Oh, come on.” I laughed. “Are you telling me that you guys have never had a threesome before?”

They looked at each other before looking back at me. They didn’t say yes right away, but more importantly, they didn’t say no.

I grinned. I had been in a few threesomes before. The best ones were with two girls. I’d been in one with a girl and a guy, and while it wasn’t nearly as good, it was good enough. I wasn’t into doing things with guys, but I didn’t mind watching and waiting for my turn.

“I think that’s kind of gay, dude,” Ted said.

“Does it matter? Besides, I’m not going to touch your dick. I don’t give a shit if you touch mine, but I’m not really into that kind of thing.”

“Are you being serious?” Whitney asked, still skeptical.

“If you don’t want me, then you don’t want me. I’ll leave.”

“No,” she said quickly, resting her hand on my upper thigh. “I think I want to do this.”

“Then let’s fucking do it!” I whooped. “Ted, grab a bottle of champagne. This is when the party really starts.”

Ted reluctantly grabbed a bottle from the ice bucket. I opened it with a pop and poured two very full glasses for Ted and Whitney. Then, I took a small swig for myself. I wanted to keep my wits about me so I could take everything in. The other two needed a little help loosening up.

“Drink up,” I said, raising the bottle. “This is going to be a night to remember.”

“Will you be gentle with me?” Whitney asked coyly. “I’ve never done anything like this before. I’m not sure how this all works.”

I laughed. “I’ll be anything but good. But if I remember correctly, you take direction well. If you just follow my lead, we’ll be in good shape.”

She gave me a naughty grin, and I wanted to tear her dress off right then and there. But, I didn’t go through all of this trouble just to finish in a minute. Having Ted around would help with my endurance—that was for sure.

“So,” I said, refilling their glasses, “shall we begin?”

Chapter Ten

Ted

I should have shoved Chad out of my hotel room when I had the chance. Whitney and I made out in the empty elevator all the way up to the room. My pants were feeling particularly tight in the front, and I was ready to get them off to relieve some of that pressure.

When we got back to my room, Whitney said she wanted to freshen up in the bathroom, so I waited patiently on the couch for her. Everything about this night had been absolutely perfect. We had a lovely meal, slow danced in the ballroom, and kissed in the moments where no one was watching.

Once Whitney was done doing whatever girls do to ‘freshen up’, she sat on the bed next to me. I’d been with quite a few women, but for some reason, I was nervous. I was nervous in a good way, though, because I actually cared about what she thought of me when everything was said and done.

We started kissing again, and things were starting to get hot and heavy. I had one hand on the zipper of her dress, ready to take things to the next level, when the door burst open.

I should have known that the night was too good to be true. I can’t have one perfect thing without it being completely ruined. I loved Chad like a brother, but he was a tremendous pain in my ass sometimes.

Chad and I shared a little room in our fraternity house for four years. In that time, I had basically seen it all. I’d have to pretend to be sleeping while he had noisy sex just a few feet away. I was a light sleeper—I always heard everything.

But it didn’t really bother me because he did the same for me. Except with Chad, he was always giggling or trying to give me a thumbs-up when the girl wasn’t looking. Needless to say, we were very close.

This was taking things too far, though. I hadn’t officially asked Whitney to be my girlfriend yet, but we were close. In fact, I was planning on asking her after we had done the deed. I had found that the afterglow of sex was the best time to bring up difficult subjects with women. They always seemed to respond favorably then.

The point was, Whitney was attached to me, and my friend was trying to take her back. It wasn’t even like they were an item before—they’d just had random sex. That sort of thing happens all the time and it’s not a big deal.

I was annoyed with Chad for ruining the moment, but not completely surprised, to be honest. Chad always got what he wanted. Why wouldn’t this include girls that I liked?

But when he proposed a threesome, my immediate reaction was to say no. However, the more I thought about it, I figured that Whitney would choose him if she had to pick between the two of us. If I wanted to be with her and keep her in my life, I needed to do this.

I drank the champagne willingly, hoping it would dull the nerves. I had unwillingly seen Chad have sex with other women, so this wouldn’t be that far of a departure from college life. It felt weird to share Whitney, but if she was into it, then so was I.

I had heard from other girls that Chad was very particular about what he liked in the bedroom. He got the reputation of practically being a porn director in bed because of how he liked to be in control of the actions and even the visuals. This was one of his weird quirks that earned him the reputation of being an absolute legend. As strange as it was, the girls were always satisfied, so he must have been doing something right.

I had almost been in a threesome once, after bringing two girls home from the bar a couple of years back. Unfortunately, they were into each other much more than they were into me, and I was forgotten. It wasn’t a great feeling, especially because they were in my house, but I still enjoyed myself. It’s not often you get to watch two girls getting each other off in your bed. If anyone asked, I would say I had definitely been in a threesome and it was incredible. Only in my head could I decide that it probably didn’t count.

After I kissed Whitney and then watched her kiss Chad, I realized that this was actually happening. She was clearly into both of us. I knew it wasn’t going to end well for at least one of us in this equation, so I figured I’d have a good night before the inevitable destruction began.

The champagne helped. I just needed to get to the level of drunk where I didn’t care about anything, yet I could still get it up.

I looked down at my lap. Yep, still good.

I turned back toward the bed to see Chad making out with Whitney. I felt a pang of jealousy as I watched him unzip her dress and watch it fall to the floor. For her mother’s wedding, Whitney was wearing some naughty lingerie. The lace bra and panties were leaving very little to the imagination.

They were clearly preoccupied, so I sat down on the couch and watched. Chad slipped a hand into her panties, and I saw Whitney smile in arousal as they kissed. I was into it. In any other situation, I would be called a creep for being fully engorged as I watched my friend finger my girlfriend, but in this hotel room, it was all part of the plan.

Suddenly, Chad stopped touching her and turned her toward me, giving Whitney a gentle nudge in my direction.

“She’s all warmed up for you.” Chad grinned. “Don’t tell me I never did anything for you.”

I couldn’t help but laugh, seeing the both of them so loose and inhibited. I was ready for whatever she was going to give me.

Whitney strolled over to me in her underwear with a smirk on her face.

“What would you like me to do to you?” she asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Uh . . .” I mumbled. I don’t think anyone has ever asked me what I wanted. I was usually the one concerned about the other getting what she wanted.

“Suck his dick,” Chad called from the bed. He had stretched out on top of the covers, resting on the headboard with his hands behind his back.

“You heard him.” Whitney giggled, kneeling in front of me, unzipping my trousers.

I reasoned that if I closed my eyes and couldn’t see Chad, I could pretend that it was just Whitney and me in the room. When her warm mouth surrounded my member, I really felt like it was just us. At the very least, all other distractions didn’t really matter.

Whitney was really working me over and it felt incredible. Her tongue was so soft and agile on my delicate bits. I felt like I was going to finish too quickly, so I peeked one eye open, hoping a glance of Chad would take me out of the moment enough to slow things down.

When I saw him, he had his phone in his hand, the camera pointed directly at us.

What are you doing? I mouthed, not wanting to upset Whitney. I most certainly didn’t want her to stop.

Chad gave me a wink and put the phone on the nightstand. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the rest of the ride, trying not to think of what he was planning on using those pictures for. I understood the value of having a good “spank-bank,” but I didn’t want to be featured in my friend’s masturbatory album.

“Now it’s her turn,” Chad said, moving from the center of the bed to the side. “You can have the bottom half of her. I’ll take the top half. I bet you’ve never had two mouths on you at once, have you?” He laughed.

Whitney lay on the bed and parted her legs for me. She was so wet that I imagine she would have been down for just about anything. As I tasted her sweet aroma, I thought about how lucky I was to be living the fantasy that most guys just watched on their computer screens.

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