| Straight: Threesomes: The Visit (1/3) |
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The Visit May 25, 2008 Rene invited me to spend a few days with her, and I mainly said yes because I wanted to get away. Meeting Kenny, her fiancé, would be nice, but I didn’t expect to be entertained during the visit. We’d talk about people from college, watch some movies, and I’d get to sleep in every day. I had driven six hours by the time I arrived on Friday, so I was exhausted. When I knocked on the door, Kenny answered. He was definitely a lot hotter in person than Rene’s online album implied. He was at least 6’4” with sandy brown hair and blue eyes. His plain black t-shirt clung to him nicely and sweat shorts revealed the most defined legs I have ever seen. “You must be Chelly,” Kenny said in a voice just deep enough to vibrate my entire body. “We just got back from playing tennis. Rene will be out of the shower in a couple of minutes.” Standing there in my tank top and denim shorts, I could feel my face getting a little flush. I certainly wasn’t going to mind spending a weekend around Kenny. “You relax in the living room,” Kenny said, taking my overnight bag and walking towards the guestroom. I went into the living room and sat on the couch. Rene had always loved movies, so I wasn’t surprised to see her television covered most of the wall. No wonder Rene said they never went to movies. Rene appeared in the hallway, her short blonde hair still damp. Her white Venice Beach t-shirt, cut for a bare midriff, left no doubt she was braless. Black spandex shorts accented the effect of the shirt, as if I needed to be reminded she had the perfect body. “Wow, it’s great to see you!” she exclaimed, running to the couch. She flopped down beside me and whispered, “So what do you think of Kenny?” “He’s…” I paused, my mind wandering to thoughts of what might be within those gray sweat shorts. “Yeah, he is,” Rene giggled. When Kenny returned, he offered to order some pizza so we could eat and watch some movies. We ate on the area rug on the living room floor, chatting about work and friends from college. Kenny was silent, watching us talk. Every time he glanced at me, I got a little warmer. My nipples were so hard that my supposedly modest t-shirt bra was useless. My tits were almost as obvious as Rene’s. After dinner, Rene suggested a romantic comedy. She offered me the couch, but I said they could have it while I watched from the rug. A pile of pillows suggested I wasn’t the only person who liked to watch movies lying down. Their cat, Sheba, was curled up on one of the many pillows. As they sat on the couch, I moved to make sure I was able to easily look back at Kenny. As the movie started, Rene put her head in Kenny’s lap. I was definitely envious. I must have fallen asleep for part of the film, a result of driving a couple hundred miles. When I looked back at the couch, Kenny’s hand was under Rene’s t-shirt, fondling her breasts and teasing her nipples. I quickly looked back to the screen, hoping they hadn’t noticed me watching. After the movie ended, I stood up and stretched. Rene was sitting back up, |
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