Moonlit Invitation

Me, My Girlfriend and Her Best Friend: Part Three

December 2001

I left college after my sophomore year and moved back home because I was offered a great job that I couldn’t turn down. My girlfriend Belinda was still studying law in Florida and Marcela was still studying Biology in Austin. Belinda and I had stayed together despite the long distance. I didn’t have much contact with Marcela anymore, but Belinda still talked with her regularly and she would tell me about what was going on in her life.

It had been two and a half years since that magical summer when Belinda and I had brought Marcela into our sex lives and it was now becoming a memory that I was always trying to keep fresh in my mind. I had almost completely given up hope that we might all be together (in that way) again.

With Belinda living so far away, I had only one option as far as my sex drive was concerned. Most of the time when I “took care of myself,” I would bring up the memory of that glorious summer and all of the experiences the three of us had shared. I had heard from Belinda that Marcela was coming home for the holidays. I wondered if we would all get to hang out together again and, if we did, what it might be like. Then, just days before Belinda came home, she called me to tell me that Marcela had gotten engaged. I never really thought that the three of us would be together again that way, but there was always a faint hope. With Marcela being engaged, that possibility was gone. Oh, well, I thought. At least Belinda will be around. We always had great sex, especially since that wild summer. We didn’t bring it up often and we had never brought anyone else into bed with us since then, but the sex that we had, just the two of us, had gotten so much more experimental and exciting. I was looking forward to a couple of weeks where I didn’t have to take care of myself.

I had just turned 21 and was living with my two friends Derek and J.P. I had a day job, but Derek and J.P. both worked at restaurants, so I only saw them late at night or on the weekend during the day. Belinda was scheduled to get in that day and I couldn’t wait. I went to the airport with her parents and brother and we picked her up. It was a great reunion. Holding her in my arms for the first time in about six months only served to remind me of how much I missed her and how lonely I had become. We had dinner with her family, and afterwards, I took her out for a few drinks before finally heading back to my house. As usual, it was empty and our eager hands quickly undressed each other. We made love in my bed three times. The first time was slow and loving. The second was a bit raunchier. The third was all out aggressive and passionate. I had replayed the events of that summer with Belinda and Marcela in my mind so many times, that I found myself fantasizing about it as we made love and almost felt guilty for it.

After we were finished, we laid in bed panting in the dark. Belinda asked me if I had plans the next night. I didn’t. She told me that Marcela was getting in the next day and she wanted the three of us to have dinner together. When I asked her if Marcela’s new fiancée would be joining us, Belinda told me that his family lives in Minnesota and he had gone home to be with them. Great, I thought. A night with the two women I had had a number of threesomes with ages ago and there was no chance of a repeat performance. Oh, well. I always enjoyed Marcela’s company, so I would just have to make the best of it.

It was a Friday night. I had just gotten home from work when I called Belinda. She was staying with her parents as most college students do during the holidays. She told me that Marcela was already over there and I could just swing by and pick them both up. I hopped in my trusty old Ford and headed over.

As I approached the front door, I registered a strange feeling building up in my stomach. I was nervous. During our little summer, it had gotten to feel so natural being with both of them, but that was a long time ago now. “What if it was awkward?” I wondered. I didn’t want to get myself worked up so I quickened my stride and knocked on the door.

Belinda’s mother answered and greeted me with a big hug. Belinda had definitely gotten her looks from her mom. For an older woman, she was really quite beautiful. I stepped into the den and found Belinda and Marcela sitting on the couch having a conversation with Belinda’s little brother. As I stepped into the room, Belinda and Marcela both turned to me. As soon as I made eye contact with Marcela, the ice shattered. Her gaze cut through the absent years and all I saw was the girl I had known so well that summer in my backyard. She hadn’t changed much since then. Her breasts had gotten a bit bigger and her hair was longer and now sported blond hi-lights. She was actually more striking than she had been two and a half years before. Belinda stood and gave me a hug. I let her go and Marcela pushed her body into mine and swung her arms around me. I could say it was the way she felt, or the sight of her that completely brought my mind back to that summer as though it were yesterday, but I’d be lying. The truth is, it was her smell that did it. It wasn’t perfume or oils or anything else. It was her smell. My heart was suddenly floating around my ears and I was looking forward to spending the evening and catching up with my two beautiful, strong Latina women. I followed them out the front door and we were off.

We went to eat at The Cider House. Dinner was slow and relaxing. I asked Marcela how she met her fiancée. It turned out they had gone to school together. He had already graduated and was working in Austin. His name was John too. She spoke of him fondly and it was clear to me that she cared for him very deeply. I suppose that if a tiny part of me still didn’t feel like she was mine, I could’ve even been happy for her.

After we finished our meals, we moved over to the bar and sat for a couple of hours, drinking and talking. The majority of our conversations consisted of small talk. We told stories about what we’d been up to in the last couple of years and all at once, it seemed we ran out of things to talk about. Marcela broke the silence by saying “It’s so good to be hanging out with you two again. I’ve really missed you guys.”

“Awe, we missed you too Marcela.” Belinda said, pecking her cheek.

“-And that summer a few years ago? Oh my god! We got pretty crazy, didn’t we?” Marcela added.
Belinda and I both silently sipped our drinks and averted our eyes. Neither of us had expected that summer to be brought up and it was clear we were both caught off guard.

To break the silence, I said “Yes, we did.” I sipped my beer “But that was a long time ago.” We all sat in silence, clearly thinking back on that summer. I watched Belinda’s face as the hot and sweaty memories from back then unfolded in her mind. Marcela was looking up at the lamp above our table and smiling. I was peeling the label off of my beer bottle when I added “You know, I still think about it sometimes.”

Belinda looked over at me with what seemed like a mixture of anger and intrigue. “Really?” she asked.

I took another pull from my beer. “Sure.” I was trying to act cool. “I mean, my girlfriend lives a thousand miles away, so from time to time, I have to take matters into my own hands, so to speak.”

“You think about it when you jack off?” she pressed, whispering, yet wide eyed.

“Sometimes.” I said. They were both staring at me. “Come on, haven’t either of you ever thought about it?” I asked.

They both just sat quietly. I could tell Belinda was a little upset. I suppose she would’ve preferred that I only thought about her when I tugged off. Then we both heard Marcela say “I have.” She paused, “Thought about it I mean.” She then had our undivided attention. She was looking down at her dry martini. “I’d never done anything like that before. It was really fun, and I think that if it had never happened, I wouldn’t be as open to certain things as I am now.”

“Like what?” Belinda asked.

“Just, ya know. -Things.” Marcela answered. “Anyway, you should be glad Johnny’s thinking about you and taking care of himself instead of going out and trying to get laid.”

“I am,” Belinda replied “but, he isn’t just thinking about me.” She trailed off, her disappointment showing.

“I didn’t mean to start something.” I interjected. “The truth is, I think about that stuff because it was the most uninhibited I’ve ever seen you be.” I said to Belinda. “It was so sexy the way you moved with such confidence and self assurance. I mean, sure having another good looking girl there was amazing and had always been a fantasy for me and just about every other guy on the planet, but mostly, it was about you.” She raised her eyes to meet mine. She was warming back up. “You were so hot during all of that crazy shit we did and that’s what I’m thinking about when I’m.. you know. Doing my thing.” I sat back and took another swig of my beer. Then to try and lighten things up, I added “that, and Marcela’s tits.” They both laughed as Belinda socked me hard in the shoulder and we ordered another round of drinks.

“Oh shit. I didn’t even think of that.” Marcela said. “You guys live so far apart that you can’t ever have sex. Oh man, that sucks.” She took a drink. “So do you guys ever have, like, phone sex?” she asked, lowering her voice.

“We tried to a few times, but we would always end up laughing.” Belinda said.

“Oh, no!” Marcela mock cried. “You poor babies!” Then her face flashed in thought. “You know what you two should do? You guys should take dirty pictures together.”

“Sounds good to me.” I said finishing another beer.

Marcela turned Belinda toward her. “This poor guy doesn’t even have any dirty pictures of you? Shame on you Belinda!”

Belinda laughed “Okay, okay! I swear I’ll take some nudie pictures!”
I noticed it was getting close to closing time. I paid the tab and invited them both to come over to my place to hang out and have a few more drinks. When we got there, I was happy to find my roommates both out. It was icy cold outside and the house I was living in had very poor insulation, so we stood in the kitchen with our jackets on and had a few more drinks. We were laughing and drinking more and more and it started to feel like old times again. I was shocked to discover that I was actually having a great time.
Marcela kept giving Belinda a hard time for not taking better care of me. She kept saying what a poor baby I was, left to sit around alone and jack off with no dirty pictures or phone sex. This only seemed to make Belinda laugh harder. “Poor Johnny! Poor Johnny!” Marcela yelled as she pulled my head to her shoulder to comfort me.

I sat on the floor where a dining room table would have been had I been able to afford one. Belinda was still laughing hysterically as she fell to her knees in front of me. “I’m so sorry Poor Johnny.” She said as she pressed her lips to mine.

I mockingly pushed her away and drunkenly said “No, it’s too late! My sexual appetite has withered away. I’m going to die alone with a shriveled little unused wiener and be completely surrounded by cats.”

“Come on Johnny.” She persisted. She leaned in and kissed me again. “Let me make it up to you.” She was inches from my face and her breath was hot on my lips. Marcela stood behind her laughing and I started to have flashbacks of that wonderful hot summer, only now instead of being naked outdoors in the sun, I was wearing winter clothes in my freezing cold kitchen. Belinda kissed me passionately and squeezed my thigh.

Playing along, I just laid back and put my hands behind my head. “I’m sorry Belinda, but it’s too late.” I said in a pouty voice. “I have nothing left to give. It’s too late. Due to your neglect, I’m broken forever. I may never use my penis again.”

“Oh no!” Belinda cried as if she were in a hospital soap opera. “We have to fix him!” she cried as she continued to rub higher on my thigh. Marcela stumbled into the dining room and sat down next to Belinda on the other side of me.

“What seems to be the problem?” Marcela asked dramatically.

Belinda looked up at her with equal showmanship and said “This poor bastard has lost his will to live!”

In a surprise turn, Marcela reached down to Belinda’s waist and grabbed the hem of her sweater and yanked it up to expose her stomach and breasts which were tucked nicely into a black lace bra. “What about now?” Marcela asked.

Belinda laughed, briefly breaking character. Then she went right back to business. She slid her hand further up my thigh and lightly rubbed over the mound of my crotch. “Hmm. It’s too soon to tell.”
Marcela carefully slid her fingers into the left cup of Belinda’s bra and gently pulled out her breast exposing her erect nipple. Belinda continued to rub my crotch as my cock began to harden. “Wait- I think he’s responding!” I was trying to contain my excitement, and also stay in the playful mood by giggling. “We’re going to have to take a closer look.” Belinda continued. She pulled my fly cover to the side and grabbed hold of the zipper of my jeans. She slowly pulled it down, relishing the sound it made. She pulled it all the way down and then slipped her hand into the hole. The air was cold and I felt suddenly vulnerable, but also very aroused.

Marcela watched Belinda’s hand as it found my throbbing cock inside of my jeans. I had a small sense that she wanted to participate like in the old days, but she was engaged now. Then I thought that maybe her logic was that as long as she didn’t touch me and I didn’t touch her, it couldn’t possibly be considered cheating. She could play alongside us and everything would be okay as long as she remained a spectator. As I was watching her, her eyes shot open as if she’d remembered something. “Ooh, wait!” she said, darting to her feet and heading to the living room. I heard her unzip her purse and start fishing around inside of it. Belinda’s fingers were wrapped around my cock, motionless when Marcela came back into the dining room with a digital camera in her hand. She had turned it on and the lens expanded outward as she said “Pictures!-- Now poor Johnny won’t have to play with himself anymore without some decent reference material.”

Belinda looked up at her. “What, are we doing a photo shoot now?”

Marcela sat down again next to Belinda and answered “Yes, and I’m the director. Now where were we?” She lifted the camera to her face and peered through the viewfinder down to Belinda, smiling with her hand in my pants. “Oh, yeah!” she said, snapping the first photo of the night. “It’s looking better, but he’s not out of the woods yet.” She was back in her doctor persona. “You have to get him out of those clothes, stat!”

Marcela grabbed me by the hand and pulled me up to help me out of my jacket. As she did, Belinda unfastened my belt and popped the button on my jeans. “Are you two trying to get me naked?” I smiled. Marcela then pulled my sweater up over my head and my t-shirt went right with it. It was freezing cold on that kitchen floor but I didn’t care. I lifted my hips up and Belinda pulled my pants down past my feet, and then removed my socks. Suddenly, I was lying on the kitchen floor, completely naked between the two of them and shivering from both the cold and the anticipation. Marcela sat back and snapped pictures as Belinda wrapped her fingers around my cock and started gently stroking me. “Is this how you did it when you were all alone, Poor Johnny?” she drunkenly joked.

“What kind of stuff do you think about Chico?” Marcela asked from behind the camera. She hadn’t called me that in years. It always drove me crazy when she did. Belinda looked over at her. All I could do was moan. “Do you think about Belin’s tits?” she asked as she reached up the back of Belinda’s sweater and unclasped her bra. She then put the camera down and pulled Belinda’s sweater up over her head and tossed it on the floor. When Belinda’s arms came back down, her bra slid off her shoulders and fell into her lap. Marcela picked the camera back up and snapped a shot of Belinda’s breasts. She then got behind Belinda and wrapped her free arm around Belinda to cup her breast from behind and took a picture from over Belinda’s shoulder. Belinda moaned a little as she reached up for my cock again. She went back to stroking me as Marcela looked down and smiled. “Do you think about her hand going up and down on your big hard cock?” she snapped another pic.

“Yes.” I moaned.

“Do you wanna know what I think about?” Marcela asked. She was now squeezing Belinda’s tit and rolling her nipple between her fingers. “I think about…” she paused as she lay down next to me and propped herself up on her elbow. Her face was right next to my cock as she raised the camera in front of her face and continued. “…all those times I watched Belinda suck your dick.” she said as she glanced up at Belinda. I felt Belinda’s warm lips wrap around the cold steel of my cock, but my eyes were glued to Marcela snapping photos of Belinda as she wrapped her lips around my pole. Marcela had changed somehow. She spoke with confidence, or maybe even authority. Belinda was playing the role of the silent slave girl, just doing whatever she was told. It was so hot and it was driving me crazy!

I reached up to squeeze Belinda’s breast, but Marcela pushed my hand back down to my side. “No touching.” She said. As I put my hand back down behind my head, Marcela reached out and cupped Belinda’s right breast in her hand, and then took a picture as she gave it a squeeze. “Is this what you wanted to do?” she asked looking at me through her lens.

“Yes.” I moaned as Belinda sucked me.

“What else?” she asked me.

“See her ass.” I said.

Marcela reached down to Belinda’s waist and pulled on her belt. She then unbuttoned her jeans. She’d been taking pictures the whole time, but had to put the camera down to get Belinda’s zipper down. She then positioned herself behind Belinda and pulled down her jeans to her knees. After that, she picked up the camera and snapped a photo of the black thong that was tucked into Belinda’s beautiful ass. She continued to circle us, snapping pictures as she went until she finally got back to her seat at Belinda’s side. “What else do you want to do Johnny?”

“I want to squeeze it.” I said.

Marcela reached out and rested her hand on Belinda’s lower back, then rubbed down to her right ass cheek and squeezed it. “Like this?” she asked, taking pictures of her hand rubbing and squeezing Belinda’s ass as Belinda continued to suck me off.

“Yes.”

“What else?” she pressed.

“Kiss her.” I moaned.

Marcela rested her hand and the camera on my stomach, blocking my view. I felt Belinda’s lips leave my cock and the camera flashed. Marcela moved the camera to get the shot from another angle and I saw the two of them tongue kissing as my dick pushed against Belinda’s cheek. I was so turned on at that point that I was shaking. I could only wonder if Marcela could taste me on Belinda’s lips. After taking two more pictures, she pulled away from Belinda and asked me “Now what would you do?” I struggled to think. I wanted to watch them do so many things, but so many of them would mean Belinda taking her mouth off my cock. Thinking quickly, I reached out and grabbed the bottom of Marcela’s shirt and started to pull it up just before she knocked my hand away. “No touching, remember?” she smiled down at me. She then put the camera down and pulled her shirt up and over her head before picking up the camera again. She was wearing a pale yellow bra and her large tan breasts looked incredible underneath. “Did you want to pull my shirt off?” she asked.