Chapter Three

The bedroom really was cold. Even wrapped in an enormous towel, I still dashed to the bed and jumped into it towel and all. Waterbeds... I had forgotten. Heated - mmm - warm. Jean, clearly the responsible person in the group had remembered to bring the brandy and dragged a quilt out of the closet when he passed it. It was black and enormous. Where does one find black quilts anyway?

I pushed back, snuggling into the hollow of Sebastian's chest and pulled Jean against my front when he got in. It felt so nice, so incredibly cozy. Who needs cozy décor if you have an adequate number of bodies around you? I was smiling so hard my cheek muscles ached, suddenly insanely happy. You'd think with two beautiful boys in a bed, it would have been that 'gimme gimme' kind of happy, but it wasn't. It was pure, blissed-out, epiphanic kind of happy. I was embarrassed to admit that if I listened hard enough I would have heard my heart singing. (Oh fuck, how soppy is that?)

Jean turned around to look at me. Really, I did try hard to shift the grin, but it just wouldn't budge at all. "What a big smile you have, Miss Shira."

"The better to eat you with, Mister Jean." I whispered, rolling onto my back

"I told you she was too sweet to live." Jean said to Sebastian.

"She is, isn't she? Just too, too sweet. We'll have to hurry up and corrupt her before she melts in the rain."

It was a strange perspective. They were both propped up on their elbows, facing each other, with me in-between.

"Do you think we'll go to hell for this?" asked Jean, reaching over me to pull Sebastian's face to his.

"Oh, I certainly hope so."

They kissed above me, very close to me. I could see their lips press together, their jaws move, the delicate tendons of their pale necks straining. More delicious still, I could feel their cocks, one at each hip, stiffening in the heat of the kiss. I trailed the backs of my hands up their chests and toyed with their respective nipples - one pierced, one not. Catching them between my fingers, I pressed and squeezed them and watched the reaction to it above me. Jean was very sensitive; I actually got a full body shiver out of him. Sebastian, on the other hand, more stoic by far. I tugged at the little metal barbell and twisted it gently till he arched his back, pressing his chest into my hand and moaning into Jean's mouth.

What I got back was more savage. Jean reached down, found my nipple and tweaked it so hard I yelped. "Ow! Careful! Sebastian's the one with the nipples of steel. Mine are like yours."

"Sorry, Shira."

"They're more sensitive on girls," said Sebastian knowledgeably.

Jean bent his neck and kissed my forehead. "Unfamiliar territory, I'll be careful, I promise."

"Speaking of unfamiliar territory..." Sebastian said, smirking. "I'd like to introduce you to Shira's pussy." He looked down at me. "If that's acceptable to you, of course."

"Um, yes. Perfectly acceptable." I eyed Jean, waiting for the look of terror to wash across his face. There wasn't horror exactly, but there was certainly some trepidation.

Sebastian's warm, slender fingered hand burrowed between my closed thighs. "Do you think we might be allowed slightly more access?"

"Sorry," I muttered and parted them a little. I felt his fingers squirm around. I wasn't very wet - what with the epiphanies and all.

"No, no. That won't do at all." Sebastian grabbed my knee from underneath and pulled my leg up, draping it up over his thigh. Then he did the same with the other one, over Jean's leg. It felt a lot like a visit to the gynecologist, but I was kind of interested to see just how much Sebastian actually knew about female anatomy. I just lay there quietly, ginning my amusement.

His fingers returned to my cunt, gently pushed between the outer lips and began long soft stokes along the open cleft. I think I stopped grinning then. My reaction was almost instant, producing a flood of juice which he spread over my clit on his next delicious pass.

"Oh..."

Sebastian kissed me gently and smiled. "That was fast. You're an excellent subject."

"Ah... thank you," I stammered.

"Jean, your hand, if you please."

Sebastian took the proffered hand and guided it down between my legs. It was the strangest feeling. I felt Jean's cold fingers, being guided by Sebastian's. I shuddered hard and gasped.

"Oh my god... it's... it's wet - really wet!" marveled Jean. "Do you realize what we could save on lube if we could do this?"

It sent me into a fit of giggles - well - the remark did, plus the fact that I was finding this whole thing very embarrassing. It's one thing to mess around, sexually speaking, and entirely another to have someone enumerating your private parts and their reactions. So, the giggles went on and on, and had a bit of an hysterical edge to them, I'll admit.

"Excuse me. This is a serious tutorial here. No laughing." Sebastian glared at me sternly. "You," he aimed at Jean, "Pay attention. Can you feel that little bump, like a button?"

Oh he could definitely feel it; he was practically standing on it. I squirmed uncomfortably.

"That's the key to our little Shira. Be gentle with it - it's just like the head of a tiny cock. Don't just press on it as if it were the elevator button."

"No... please don't," I added with a whimper.

Sebastian shifted a little, pressing his cock against my hip more insistently. I occurred to me then that the whole 'lesson' thing was turning him on. Being young and not particularly sexually sophisticated, the eroticism of it escaped me; I couldn't reconcile the scholarly tone of his voice with the erection poking into my hip.

He continued with a diligence I now understood. "Slide your finger over it lightly, just grazing it. See? The wetness makes it easy."

"Mmm..." I squeaked, nodding sagely. "Really easy." I looked up at Jean whose face was a mask of concentration. He was taking all of this very seriously, which was admirable, if a little daunting. "You're doing really well," I said, encouragingly.

"Or you can circle it with just the tip of your finger."

Jean actually was doing very well. Oh, extremely well. He'd gotten the knack of the circling thing down pat - first try.

"Or..." added Sebastian, "You can slide it between your first and second finger..." I could feel him guiding Jean's fingers - spreading them on either side of my clit. "And you can press your fingers together lightly... and stroke."

This was way too much. My legs were starting to tremble, I felt another gush of fluid trickle down between my buttocks and make a wet spot on the sheets beneath me. "You certainly can!" I gasped.

Jean gazed down at me and gave me one of those strange sisterly grins. "Does it really feel good? Or are you just faking it to make me feel better."

I shook my head violently. "No... it feels delicious. Truly."

"Alright," intoned Sebastian, taking up his role of lecturer once again. "If I could just direct your attention a little further down? Yes... there. It's the entrance to her vagina."

Vagina - rhymes with Regina - what a horrible name for anything. I felt a tentative finger probe the opening timidly. I sniggered; this was just the silliest thing I'd ever done in my life.

"Does it make her laugh like that?"

"Not usually, no. Observe..." The cock against my left hip, Sebastian's, was pooling goo all over my skin. He was gently moving his hips, siding himself against me. He moved Jean's fingers aside and fluidly slid two fingers deep into my passage.

"Oh... fuck," I groaned, arching my back.

"Is she in pain?"

Both Sebastian and I stared at Jean at the same time.

"Of course not! Does it sound like she's it pain?" demanded Sebastian.

"I'm not...oh...not at all... I promise!" Sebastian was stroking his long fingers in and out of my cunt. I was very, very close to coming.

"Do you want to try? Here, give me your fingers - no two - she's built for it."

*She's built for it I felt like a car - a very horny car.

"It seems so... so invasive," said Jean, sounding a little worried.

"And shoving your cock up someone's ass isn't?"

"You have a point there." I felt Jean's fingers, shorter but thicker, press into me very gently, very slowly. My muscles started to flutter. "Oh, Shira," he gasped, "you have... muscles... all the way up."

I clamped down around his fingers. Jean made a little chirping sound. "Cute, huh?" I said, smiling at him.

"Shall we show him where your g-spot is?" asked Sebastian panting, but very politely. His hips weren't being polite at all.

"I think... that's a lot to take in... for one day." I was actually a little worried that I didn't have a g-spot. Despite what I'd read in some women's magazine, I'd never found it and no one else had really gone looking. It seemed a little unfair to send a novice on a wild goose chase.

"Well, then I suggest we put this poor girl out of her misery," whispered Sebastian. You will never hear euthanasia spoken of so erotically; I shuddered in anticipation. "So, if you will attend to her clit as I showed you, I will deal with the rest. Agreed?"

Jean chuckled and slipped his fingers out of me. "Agreed," he replied. I felt him place his fingertips lightly on either side of my nub and begin to rub very softly. He was looking into my face very intently. It would have broken my heart if I hadn't been so incredibly horny. I reached down to my right hip and curled my fingers around his cock. It was semi-erect. I think he was so nervous it was interfering with his sense of adventure.

Sebastian pushed two fingers back up inside me and I yelped again. No one could accuse him of being timid. I squeezed Jean's cock hard, inadvertently, and he gasped and lowered his head onto the pillow beside me.

"Sorry," I whispered as my hips began to respond to all the laudable efforts taking place at my crotch. I stroked Jean slowly, firmly, in the same way Sebastian was plunging his fingers into me

"Don't be sorry - it's good," Jean whispered back. I think I smiled as I felt his hips begin to move; I had a wash of elation sweep over me when he grew rock-hard and started to throb in my hand. Then I kind of lost my mind for a while. I shuddered hard and the orgasm was on me. Swallowing me and taking me down.

All of a sudden, Jean grabbed my face and kissed me very decisively. I was twitching and jerking, crying into his mouth. I had to find my idle hand and pull his fingers off my clit - it was too much. I felt Sebastian pull his fingers out of me and wrap his arm around my waist. He was rubbing himself against my side. I couldn't imagine it was all that effective and I pulled away from Jean's lips.

"Can you reach a condom, please?"

Jean smiled and slid his hand under the pillows, pulling out a single condom. He tore the package with his teeth and handed me the slippery sheath of latex. I took it and nudged Sebastian. "Here," I said, offering him the condom.

"Oh... thanks."

"My pleasure," I giggled and turned on my side to face Jean. I released my grip on his cock and slipped my arm under his neck pulling him to me and kissing him. Reaching down between my legs, I slid my hand into my juices, and closed a slippery, better positioned hand around Jean's hard-on. He whimpered instantly and began to pump his hips. It was the sweetest sound.

Feeling Sebastian pull my thigh up and reach around to position himself, I held my breath. He nudged the head of his cock into my opening and pushed into me slowly. Well, slower than the first time, anyway. The problem was that I had just come, which made relaxing things down there almost impossible. Honestly, it felt like he was prying my hips apart.

"Oh god." I wailed against Jean's lips and stroked him harder.

"What?" Jean panted, a little concerned. I'm not sure he knew exactly what was going on.

"Sebastian...he's just... too fucking big."

"How...how does it feel, though?" Jean asked. I could hear the beginnings of his orgasm in his voice. It was taking all my concentration to keep stroking him evenly.

"Um... okay now... hurts at first, though. But now...oh, now... it's very good." The words came out in breathy gasps, punctuated by Sebastian's thrusts. The pressure of his hand on my vulva was indescribably beautiful.

"Shira... I'm coming," moaned Jean.

I made a concerted effort not to change my stroking. This was just not as easy as it sounds when you are being fucked. Your brain loses half it's IQ and thinking about anything other than what's going on at groin level is very hard. But I must have managed it, because I felt the first hot spurts of cum spatter over my stomach and chest. "Oh, that's.... so sweet, Jean," I moaned. And it was. It made me ineffably happy to know I'd made my friend come.

Sebastian bit into the back of my neck and I screamed. All the warm, comradely thoughts of Jean coming fragmented as the pain tipped me over the edge. It was so abrupt it felt like vertigo. My whole body jerked as I spasmed; it wasn't a nice comfortable sort of climax at all - it was violent and harsh and wouldn't stop. I sobbed and hiccupped and made noises without sense.

"What are you doing to her?" demanded Jean.

Sebastian pressed me down harder on his cock with every thrust. "She's coming... that's all," he panted "Aren't you Shira? Hmm?"

I realized that all this time, I'd been staring into Jean's eyes blindly. Now he slid into focus. "Ah...yes." I tried to be comprehensible but nothing worked. "God, yes..."

My cunt muscles snapped shut around him and moments later Sebastian was coming too; his breath caught in his throat and he moaned each time his body jerked until the spikes of pleasure slowly receded. He was hugging me so tight I could hardly breathe.

"Oh, fuck..." Sebastian panted in my ear. "Gorgeous - that was just gorgeous. What a nice little cunt you've got, Miss Shira." He wasn't stopping. He was still sliding in and out of me.

"I've made something of a mess on you, Shira."

I opened my eyes. What a lovely face that was, I thought as I pulled Jean into a kiss. "Don't be silly, I like it. Mmm, you came for me."

He smiled and licked the tip of my nose with a pointed pink tongue. "I love you. And you're very good at hand jobs."

"She probably gives lousy head though. Girls do, generally." Sebastian lay his face on top of mine and grinned at Jean. I could see it, but I felt it. And still he wouldn't stop pumping his hips. It was getting really painful.

"Do you mind? I was just receiving a very nice compliment. Anyway, could you get your monster dick out of me, please? It hasn't gone soft yet and it hurts."

"You didn't mind it so much a couple of minutes ago," he teased.

"That was then, this is now," I said dryly. I pushed back at him with my hips.

"I'm perfectly capable of fucking you twice, you know." It was a threat. Well, I thought it was a threat, anyway.

I yelped, squirmed off Sebastian towards Jean, and clambered on top of him. "Fuck, tell your over-sexed boyfriend to leave me alone."

Jean wrapped his arms around me protectively and looked at Sebastian. "Stay away from her, you bitch!"

I groaned and climbed off the bed, a little dizzy and wobbly. I headed for the bathroom and some washcloths. "Oh my god, I've just jerked off Sigourney Weaver!"