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I was here to
fuck.”
    Megan blushed. “Janet!”
    Janet gave her a wink. Mark paused, and then returned to
putting on some music. He put on an internet station of easy listening and
walked back over to the ladies.
    “So,” Janet asked, “Are you a virgin, Mark? Or have you done
this before?”
    “No,” he said, “I mean, I’m not a virgin, but I’ve never
done this before. Never in front of someone, or a threesome.”
    “Just so you know,” Janet said, “This is for her. If she
says stop, we stop. Got it?”
    “Of course,” Mark replied, “I love her.”
    “Me too,” Janet said.
    Megan blushed at hearing their words. She loved Mark, and
she loved Janet. Mark was the man she would be willing to marry. He could
provide for her, maybe one day be a great father. Plus he was so sexy, his body
well taken care of. She hated that she feared this.
    And then there was Janet. Her best friend, willing to do
anything for her, she’d stood by her side for as long as she could remember.
Her best friend that had been willing to help her break through her
insecurities. She wanted Janet’s friendship for the rest of her life. And,
though she tried to deny it, she wanted to be with Janet too.
    The strangest thing about this was that she really wanted
the two of them to like each other. That was the most important thing. She
didn’t feel any jealousy, at least she didn’t think so. But what if this was a
way to have the three of them close? Was that weird?
    But now Janet wanted to get the show on the road. She
grabbed Megan’s hand and pulled her to the couch, shoving a wine glass in her
hand. To Mark she ordered, “Strip! Let’s see that body.”
    Oh, Megan’s face felt like it was on fire. She’d seen him
shirtless before, and that was nice. But, now… it felt like teasing. He looked
a bit flustered being given orders by Janet, but he was nothing if not a good
sport. Was his face as red as hers?
    He worked the buttons of his shirt one at a time, bringing
his well-chiseled chest slowly into view. The lower buttons one by one revealed
six-pack abs that made her mouth water. The tone of his skin showed that he was
no strange to the sun. The shirt fell from his round, muscular shoulders revealing
his beautifully bronzed upper torso. His eyes traveled from Megan’s face to
Janet’s, and back again.
    “Keep going, Mark!” Janet instructed, “Let’s see the
complete package.”
    “Shouldn’t you too be getting undressed also?” he asked.
    “All in good time,” Janet said, “Now continue.”
    Mark pulled off his belt, unbuttoned his jeans, and let them
fall to his ankles, leaving him standing there in his underwear. He kicked his
pants aside (he wasn’t wearing shoes and socks, he rarely did in his own home),
and stood there facing them, almost defiantly. His underwear left little to the
imagination.
    Megan stared at the bulge in his underwear. It hinted at his
size, the shape of his dick. She wanted to see it! If only she could be as
demanding as Janet.
    “Well?” asked Janet.
    “This is as far as I go until someone joins in,” he
countered.
    “Ahhh,” Janet sighed, “Looks like he needs a little help!”
    She threw back her wine glass and downed it in one gulp.
Megan found herself doing the same thing as she watched her best friend drop to
her knees in front of Mark.
     “Let’s help you get this down,” Janet said, grabbing the
waistband. Mark didn’t stop her. She jerked them to his ankles, and right in
Janet’s face dangled his lengthy cock and balls.
    Megan didn’t know what to think of it. She couldn’t measure
it with her mind, and it wasn’t yet fully erect. It hung down, but a bit
stiffly, maybe six or seven inches, and with a width she thought she might just
be able to wrap her hand around. As she stared at it, it seemed to move on its
own, twitching and rising. That’s supposed to fit into me? She thought
in wonder. It looks like it would go too deep!
    Janet looked over her shoulder