I just kneel in front of Becky and crush my mouth against hers. I part her lips with my tongue, and let my taste and Peter’s flood my mouth. Not wanting to be left behind, Peter does the same, and we take turns kissing Becky...and each other.
When we finally climb back onto the bed, we’re so fucking exhausted that no one says a word. We just lay there, dead to the world as reel from all that fucking ecstasy. Then, as gently as I can, I reach to one side and lay my hand on top of Becky’s. When I lay my other hand on Peter’s, the words just appear on my lips.
“I love you,” I whisper, “more than anything.”
“I love you too,” they whisper, their voices echoing each other.
So this is how it feels to be happy.
I like it...
Ireallyfucking like it.