“No idea, go ahead and finish getting it set up, I’ll be right back,” I kiss her forehead and head for the door.
I swing it open to find Chip standing on the other side, and my heart skips a beat. “Hey.”
“Hey, hope I’m not disturbing you guys,” he says.
There are deep bags beneath his eyes, and he looks like he’s had a hell of a day. “Not at all, you okay, man?” I ask.
“Yeah, just tired,” he says.
“You want to come in?” I swing the door open so he can enter.
He steps inside, and I lead him into the room where Hazel’s curled contentedly on the ped, the movie on the screen cued up and paused. Her face lights up when she sees that I haven’t returned alone. “Hey, Chip, we weren’t expecting to see you today.”
“Oh, well, uh…” he reaches into his pocket, digging for a moment until he fishes something out and hands it to me, “I wanted to get this back to you, you left it at my place last night.”
I glance down and see my watch. “Oh, thanks, I didn’t even realize it was gone,” I said, “Probably would have forgotten all about it.”
“No problem, I figured,” Chip said.
There’s a silence for a moment, the first one with him that feels truly awkward, before he sighs. “I could have waited till tomorrow to bring that to you, honestly, but I haven’t been able to get the two of you off of my mind all day. I wanted to come see you,” he admits.
“Really?” I can’t help but smile a little, hearing that.
Hazel and I had spent the day down at the beach, sunning and swimming, and while we hadn’t mentioned him, I think we both knew the other had the dance instructor on the brain.
After all the time we’d spent with him here, it almost felt a bit like a missing limb or something not to have him with us all day.
“Yeah,” he sighs, “I don’t know what the hell you two did to me, what kind of magic you worked, but I’ve been fucking fixated ever since I first laid eyes on you both at that goddamn mixer.”
“Well, we’re happy to have you here,” Hazel says, “Wanna join us for a movie?”
“That actually sounds pretty great,” he says.
Hazel scoots into the center of the bed. “Here,” she says, patting one side of the bed, “You come here, and then Brendon, you over here,” she indicates the other side, “I can’t think of a better way to spend my evening than spending it sandwiched between the two hottest guys on this island.”
“Juston the island?” I tease her as I plop down beside her.
Chip settles in on her other side and I hear him snickering. “Okay, okay, hottest guys on the planet,” Hazel corrects herself, “But don’t go getting a big head over it.”
I laugh and kiss her forehead. “I promise, the ego will remain in check,” I assure her.
With the three of us all comfortably nestled together, Hazel starts the movie, and I don’t think I’ve ever felt so relaxed and content in my life. I’m absently stroking Hazel’s hair while I’m watching, and I can see that she’s got one hand in Chips, fingers laced together.
There’s a tiny spark of jealousy, but it’s fleeting. After all, what’s to be jealous of? It’s not like she’s ignoring me in favor of the other man, she’s pressed against me and her other hand is resting on my thigh.
I don’t know who starts it, but eventually, the movie is abandoned in favor of the three of us making out like horny teenagers. I kiss Hazel, I kiss Chip, I watch the two of them kiss, and next thing I know, my girlfriend is naked from the waist down and our paramour is kneeling between her legs.
He trails kisses up her inner thigh until he reaches her womanhood, then I can hear the soft, wet sounds of him lapping at her cunt.
The visuals, not to mention the sounds, make me ache, my swollen dick throbbing in my pants. I push them and my boxers down over my hips, kicking them out of the way and tugging my t-shirt off as well. I watch Chip go down on my girlfriend and stroke my dick for a few minutes, enjoying her the sounds of her pleasure.
I step over to the side of the bed and squeeze her breast lightly through her top, and her eyelids flutter open. She reaches up for me and I bend down to kiss her, her moans and whimpers of pleasure rolling into my mouth.
Suddenly, she gasps and her back arches, her whole body shuddering, and I know she’s on the brink. “That’s right, baby, cum for us,” I murmur, “I want to watch you cum all over Chip’s fucking face.”
I straighten to enjoy the show a little more, and sure enough, moments later, Hazel is screaming and gripping the sheets as a climax runs through her. Chip lifts his head with a smug smirk, his lips glistening with her juices. I move down to the end of the bed and grab him by the back of his head, kissing him roughly and tasting her sweet pussy on his tongue.
It’s so fucking erotic I could cum right there and then, but I keep it together.