rattle the cans
Fresh out of college, I lived and worked on the third floor
of a converted warehouse, and the only way visitors could
get my attention was to pull on a rope I'd dangled out
the window, which would rattle some empty coffee cans I'd
mounted on the wall. This was my studio, where I slept, drank,
smoked, painted and played music. It was killer setup,
and pretty soon I was getting visitors every night.
One sultry summer evening the cans rattled and I glanced
out the window to see two women looking up. One held up a six-pack
and the other yelled, "hey, can we come up?"
"You bet, " I called down, and tossed them a
cluster of keys. "It's the one wrapped in electrical
tape."
Moments later they burst in, all breathless giggles, clean
teenage sweat and cigarette smoke. The freckled redhead,
Kristine, was a short, hard, ball of fire. Her friend, Holly,
awkwardly blonde and leaning toward skinny, had just broken
up with her boyfriend of five years. This was her evening
of celebrating her newfound liberty, they proclaimed.
I popped the tops on three Molsons, grabbed my stash and
plopped down on the ragged old sectional sofa in the middle
of the room. A look passed between them that I couldn't
read, and they came around and sat on either side of me, almost
touching me but not quite. Inwardly I chuckled. No way this
was going to turn out like I hoped, right?
I'd had sex with Kristine a few times -- she had a real
gift for fellatio, so no surprise there -- but Holly's
ex, Michael, had been a buddy of mine awhile back, so I'd
given her only passing looks. They were both dressed at
the height of fashion for a blue collar town in those days;
blue jeans and short boots, unbuttoned dress shirts over
tank tops. Braless. Impractical in the heat, but sexy as
hell.
We gossiped idly as we passed a joint and drank our beers.
Holly said that, earlier in the evening, she'd yelled
to a group of women outside a bar, "suck cock, ladies!"
as she drove past, which made us all laugh. "Good advice, "
I said, and got up to retrieve another round. Coming back,
I saw that look pass between them again.
"Okay, now, what's going on?" I said. "Every
time I turn away you're looking these looks at each
other like you're trading thought waves or something."
I was pretty high by then, so clever repartee was out of the
question. Kristine, however, had no problem making herself
understood. As soon as I sat down she scootched closer and
started toying with the seam of my sleeve.
"Well, actually, we were thinking you might be able
to help us with something, " she said. She'd
always been forward, but she also relied on me for weed,
so I wasn't ready to jump to conclusions. Yet. Nevertheless,
my pulse started pounding and the traffic outside seemed
suddenly distant. "Michael wasn't into anything,
you know, kinky in bed. So there's a lot that Holly's
never done. Sexually, I mean."
Holly was blushing furiously, but she didn't look
away when I met her eyes.
"I see, " I said. "Go on." At that
age, I wasn't especially experienced, either, and
Kristine knew it, but I wasn't about to bring that up.
Kristine moved her hand to the back of my neck. "Holly,
want to tell him what we talked about in the car?" Holly
took a quick swig and set her beer on the floor at her feet.
"I'd..." she stammered. "I'd
like to watch Kristine suck your cock." Kristine
put her other hand on my thigh. "I've never done
that before. Sucked cock, I mean, " she finished.
I stammered something inane, I don't remember what,
but said I was okay with that if Kristine was. "I'll
get the lights, " smiled Kristine, shrugging off
her button-up shirt as she rose. She had marvelous, melon-shaped
breasts with thick, hard nipples. With the overheads off,
her nipples were in high relief, casting delicious shadows
across her chest.
She sat back down and gave me a long, beery, wet kiss, then
started moving her hand up the inside of my thigh. Holly
was watching raptly, eyes wide. Kristine's fingers
traced the outline of my rigid cock through my jeans, whispering,
"you'll need to take those off..."
I stood and turned around, unsnapped, unzipped, and with
her help tugged my jeans down around my ankles. I sat back
down and leaned back, my cock lolling against my belly.
Kristine cupped my balls and rubbed the base of my shaft
with her thumb. "Can you see okay, Hol?" She
asked.
Holly's only response was to lick her lips and nod vigorously.
I think she was pretty turned on.
And with that, Kristine slid to the floor between my legs,
dipped her head, and ran the tip of her tongue the length
of my erection, bottom to top, before taking the head in
her mouth. I groaned and laid my head back on the couch. Slowly
jacking me with one hand, while her other rolled my balls
in her palm, she sucked lightly on just the head. I could
feel her tongue flicking against the tip, sending little
jolts of electricity radiating outward.
"Let Holly see what you're doing, " I said,
and used my hands to hold Kristine's hair back from
her face. I wanted to see better, as well. She opened her
mouth so we could see her tongue probing the opening at the
end of my cock, then closed her lips and dropped down the
length of my shaft, eliciting groans from all three of us.
Holly took off her long sleeve shirt, as well, and I could
see her nipples pressing against the light fabric of her
tank top.
Kristine became completely absorbed in what she was doing,
bobbing her head up and down, breathing hard through her
nostrils, lingering at the bottom every few strokes and
snuffling in my pubic hair. Holly stared, mouth open, her
breath coming ragged. Kristine pulled off and stroked
me, wiped her chin with the back of her hand, gazing at Holly.
More looks. Holly hesitated a moment, then abruptly pulled
her tank top over her head and dropped it behind her.
I didn't think I could have gotten any harder, but the
sight of her small, rosy-tipped breasts sure made something
happen. Kristine giggled and said, "I think he likes
what he sees, Hol, what do you think?" Holly drew her
knees beneath her and sidled up to me, her breasts level
with my face.
"Oh yeah?" She asked, with a shy smile. I groaned
again and opened my mouth to reply, and Holly leaned forward
to place her right nipple right to my lips. I closed my mouth
around the hot little nub just as Kristine put me back in
her mouth, and a shudder went through all three of us.
Holly tasted wonderful, clean and slightly salty. I used
my tongue and my teeth, gently, while I sucked on her nipple,
moving my hand up the smooth silk of her back. Kristine kept
up her tempo. Holly's right hand was playing in my hair.
Her left started tracing circles down my chest, over my
belly, lower... Lower...
And, you know, I'd like to say that this went on for hours,
that they took turns mouthing my balls, feeding each other
my rod, then sharing my cum between them, acting out my wildest
fantasies, but, alas, that's not what happened. The
moment Holly's fingertips touched the base of my cock,
I exploded into Kristine's mouth with a growled "Oh,
shit!", shaking and jerking, and she swallowed it
all while squeezing my balls, milking me, slowly, up and
down.
Holly laughed and hugged my face to her chest. "That
was so hot! I loved that, " she said. "Me too, "
I grinned, muffled against her breasts. And at that moment,
we heard the rattle and scrape of a key being inserted in
the door lock. My studio partner had decided to stop by to
pick up some books on his way home from the bar. We scrambled
to make ourselves decent and barely made it when he walked
in and flicked on the overhead fluorescents. We must have
looked pretty disheveled, as his eyes widened a bit, but
he merely gave us a gruff "howdy, folks" and
grabbed a stack of books from his desk and made to leave.
"Do you, uh, want this light on?" He asked at
the doorway.
I looked at Kristine, then at Holly. Clearly, the moment
had passed. "Yeah, that's fine, " I sighed.
"Okay, seeya tomorrow, " he said, and closed
the door behind him.
"Thanks for that, " said Holly, and kissed
my cheek, rising to shrug into her button-up shirt. "Hell,
I just sat there, " I chuckled, "but you're
welcome. Anytime." Her rueful grin told me that a
repeat performance was unlikely, but she reached down
and mussed my hair. "Ya never know, babe."
Kristine was also standing and had lit a cigarette. "We're
going to Nate's, he was supposed to have a kegger tonight, "
she said, blowing smoke out the corner of her mouth. "Wanna
come?"
"Already did, thanks, " I grinned. We laughed.
"But naw, I'm still a bit buzzed. I'm going
to play some guitar." She smiled and leaned down to
give me a kiss. Her lips tasted musky, of semen and smoke.
"Okay, see you around, then."
And with that, they were gone.
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