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wrists with my favorite scent, and I was off. When I arrived, their cozy one-bedroom apartment was filled with candles.

    Cindy greeted me with a lusty kiss, pinning me to the door as she slid one leg, barely covered by her vinyl miniskirt, between my legs. She pressed her knee against my crotch, moving much faster than I’d have expected. I let her kiss me for a minute then pushed her away, not sure what was about to happen. I’d shown up for a threesome, but suddenly I was unsure. I scanned the room for Emma and spotted her in one corner. She had a slightly nervous look on her face, just like I did. I smiled at her, taking in her sweet little white cardigan with a strand of pearl beads, the lacy white tank top underneath, and her long, simple black skirt that wrapped around her tiny body.
    I swilled the beer Cindy handed me and let the cold, soothing liquid fill me with courage. Not that I needed it, particularly, but these situations can be nerve-wracking. But then Cindy moved in to save the day, summoning Emma and me to the couch and planting herself between us. She turned to kiss Emma, pressing her wet, beery lips up against her girlfriend’s, teasing her with quick darts of her tongue, before she turned back to me. When she sucked on my lower lip, I moaned, and her hand went to my nipples. I took a peek at Emma to see if she looked uncomfortable, but she didn’t seem to mind.
    Cindy placed her beer on the floor, then returned to my breasts and twisted both nipples as Emma took off her sweater. She had what my friends and I call “secret boobs”—the kind that look fairly average until a girl unveils them to reveal herself as the next incarnation of Dolly Parton. Wow! I was in awe, especially since her cardigan and every other shirt she owned had managed to keep these amazing tatas hidden. I longed to touch them and play with them, much like Cindy was doing to me, but I couldn’t. I’d promised Cindy she would be the center of attention. So instead I pushed her down, making her tumble on top of Emma. I placed my hand on her inner thigh, then
lightly brushed it against her panties. Both girls were lying on their backs, Cindy pressing against Emma, her head cushioned by ample breasts. I wanted to touch both of them at once—after all, there were three of us—but when my hand dipped from Cindy’s thigh to Emma’s, Cindy reached down and quick as a flash set me straight.
    â€œYou can only touch me, remember?” she said, and I resigned myself to having one pretty girl to play with—not a bad deal, really. I eased off her panties and pushed up her skirt while Emma played with Cindy’s nipples. Our ringleader let out delighted squeals as I pushed my head between her legs and ate her out, my tongue cold with the latest sip from my chilly beer bottle. I licked and lapped and sucked and feasted on her responsive pussy while she gyrated her hips, pushing against me until she finally came, trembling between us.
    I crawled on top of Cindy, the three of us forming one big pile. Cindy and I kissed while my fingers lazily trailed up and down her arm. Then she slipped her leg between mine, pressing against my own moistness, and we almost fell off the couch. She sat up, and it was her turn to push me down. She lifted first my dress, then my slip, revealing my recent purchase, which was now totally wet with my juices.
    Cindy peeled down my panties and dipped her fingers lower to stroke my wetness, and I let out a fierce cry, pushing back against her to try to get her inside me. But apparently she had other plans. “Emma, put your finger in Tanya’s ass,” she said. I was shocked at this turn of events! I thought Emma and I were supposed to stay away from each other, but I wasn’t going to argue.
    I heard muffled whispers while I waited patiently for someone—by that point, my body on the verge of exploding, I didn’t care who—to touch me. I peeked