Sensitive kisses [+ 2nd draft 04]

My month's long fantasy accumulated into this one moment and we hadn't even started the cherry-picking.

Too many times had I woken from a dream where Ethan and Seth were the leads and I would make a small cameo. Only occasionally was I the main star and those were the dreams that made me orgasm in my sleep. So, saying I'd merely thought about having a threesome with my two best friends was the biggest understatement of the millennia. Now, having it actually happen was hot.

Hot, but damn awkward too.

There was a caged monster trying to break free inside me as I watched Seth give Ethan a reassuring smile. They both looked so calm and here I was about ready to attack. To keep from doing so, I pushed my palms into my lower abdomen hoping to release some of the pressure their hands—partially down my underwear—were causing.

When Seth started pulling Ethan's hand further down I let out a panicked squeal and tried to slam my thighs shut, only to be caught up short because Seth was still between them. "Look, I'm all for diving in, but if you keep going I'm gonna... look," I repeated, trying to breathe and speak without stuttering, "I'm feeling really, really physically sensitive at the moment. Maybe we can kiss first?"

I'd kept my eyes shut the entire time I spoke, worried that the sight of them about to explore 'down unda' might cause me to have an embarrassing premature moment. I felt Ethan's hand move from under Seth's first, but I could tell Seth was debating. My eyes popped open to look at him. Seth was completely transfixed on where his hand was. His thumb continued caressing my pubic bone and his eyes lifted to mine as he allowed his hand to slide down another inch.

My whole body tensed and I stopped breathing. My hips started a tight circular movement of encouragement as his caressing fingers applied a massage-like pressure. I jolted forward as he started to slide his hand down more, awkwardly reaching for Seth's wrist beneath my skirt to stop his descent.

Now that I could think, I half-heartedly glared at Seth only to notice his chest heaving. Since I wasn't the only one affected by what happened, I felt less embarrassed by my over-excited reaction. His eyes were bright with lust and adrenaline, and though I'd pulled his hand away he was still touching me. Both of his hands clamped down on my thighs, wrapping them tighter around him.

"That was fucking hot," Seth said breathlessly. "It doesn't take much to turn you on, does it?"

I exhaled loudly and collapsed into the couch. Giving a timid smile to a hovering Ethan, I fanned my face. "If you had two male gods about to go down on you it wouldn't take much to turn you on either."

Seth pushed my knees apart enough so that he could place an open-mouthed kiss against my right thigh as a reward for my comment. He pulled away and licked his lips curiously. "You taste like coconut," he mumbled. "I'm used to you smelling like coconut, but I didn't think you'd actually taste like it."

"Coconut oil is great for the skin."

"Ah."

Insert awkward moment number two.

"So," Seth started. "I kissed you, now can we—" This time instead of his hand, he shifted his body and bowed his head like he was about to go under my skirt.

"Not there! A kiss on the mouth!" I rushed the words out so fast it sounded like a foreign language.

Seth pulled away with a laugh. "I was kidding! I know what you meant. It was comic relief. You're so tense."

He pulled me down so that I was no longer sitting on the couch, but in his lap. It was so sudden all I could do was blink at him. Seth gave a seductive, slow smile as he cupped the nape of my neck and pulled me to him, placing a gentle, chaste kiss against my mouth.

Seth showed just how strong he was when he got to his feet with me clinging to avoid falling. He glanced down at Ethan. "Kneel on the floor," he demanded and I was mildly surprised by how quick Ethan complied.

It wasn't completely unknown to me that Ethan and Seth indulged in some light BDSM, and I knew Ethan was submissive at those times, but it was another thing seeing it happen. In real life, out of the bedroom, Ethan was anything but submissive. He was the one that made the plans; he was the one that had every detail of his schedule mapped out only allowing a little wiggle room. Though it irritated Seth, Ethan insisted on paying for everything too. I always saw it as a control issue, but maybe that's why Ethan let loose in the bedroom because he couldn't outside of it.

"Sit on him," Seth said to me as he withdrew his support from my legs. I let my legs fall from his waist and allowed him to turn me towards Ethan.

I took a step forward, but Seth reached around from behind me and captured my chin. He turned my head so that my body was still towards Ethan, but my face was facing Seth. "As much as I'd love to take advantage of that mouth of yours, I'm gonna take a backseat for a little while."

When I tore my gaze away from his mouth and looked into his eyes I could see the intense passion there, even before I noticed the muscles under his shirt rippling with restraint. "You should take your shirt off," I said.

Seth lifted my chin, forcing my eyes away from his chest. He gave me a cheeky grin and said in a fake girl's voice, "My eyes are up here."

I snorted and rolled my eyes. "If you were trying to mimic my voice then that was just horrible! You sounded like a dying pig. Besides, I don't have that problem so I know for a fact I've never said that to anyone."

"When have you ever heard what a dying pig sounds like?" Seth paused and tilted his head, frowning. "What the hell do you do in your free time?"

"Ha! What free time? I definitely don't kill pigs when I have it though."

Ethan chuckled from his spot on the floor. "Really, because with the way you eat bacon—"

Turning my head, I gave Ethan my best 'leave-my-bacon-out-of-this' scowl. "I haven't had bacon in months. It's too expensive!"

Seth pushed me forward and helped me straddle Ethan's lap on the floor so that my legs were between his back and the couch, all the while continuing our banter. It was something I was thankful for. It really settled the mood and brought our group dynamic back. Instead of all the pent up sexual tension—on my part mostly— it was an easy, teasing atmosphere that lasted for a good couple of minutes.

And then I realized how close I was to Ethan. The front of my body was plastered to his naked upper half and every time I laughed my hardened nipples brushed against his chest. I could feel the metal of his jean's zipper against the slightly damp 'v' between my legs. The rough material created subtle friction that I hadn't noticed until I shivered from the last laugh. It left me practically panting. When one of his large hands clutched the side of my hip, my staccato breathing accelerated. It didn't go unnoticed by either Seth or Ethan.

"So," Ethan started as he stared into my eyes. "Hi."

He meant it playfully, but I was drowning in his evergreen eyes. "Hi," I whispered. "So, a kiss?"

Ethan nodded and leaned forward to place his warm lips against mine. It was a kiss like we'd always given each other: when we said hello when we said goodbye.

"That wasn't what I was talking about," I said, casting my eyes down, worried that this situation might not work as well as I hoped it would.

Ethan's hand, still clutching my waist, pulled me forward so that my back arched and my face was within inches of his. "A warm-up," he said.

His coffee and mint smelling breath seemed to whisper against my lips and I wanted to suck his tongue until I took the last remnants of that smell, of that taste, from him. Ethan always took a shot of mint in his iced coffee and I'd always made faces at him when he drank it because the liquid mint for coffee wasn't a favorite flavor of mine. I had a feeling my distaste for mint would probably be changing after this kiss.

With his free hand, he reached up to cup the side of my face. He tilted his head, so our noses wouldn't knock into each other, and darted his tongue out for a taste of my grapefruit chapstick that he was always stealing from me even after I told him where I got it. He let out a pleased moan and captured my lips again.

The minute his mouth was on mine for longer than a second, I opened my mouth and captured his tongue, doing exactly what I wanted to. It was awkward at first. I sucked so hard he couldn't do much more but wait until I'd had my fill. It wasn't really a kiss, but Ethan indulged me a little before he took over.

His hand moved from my face and settled at my waist opposite of where his other hand was, but he moved, and I felt the flat palms of his hands under my ass, lifting me, pushing me into him. The intense jolt of pleasure forced a surprised grunt from my lips and my hips rolled to relieve the pressure. Clearly, my body was right on topic, by my mind needed to catch up—it was still on the introductory kiss or rather an introductory suck.

When I felt another set of hands on me, I yelped in surprise and turned to see Seth settling just behind me, sitting Indian style. He was close enough that I could see his knees touching Ethan's. I flushed, trying to calm myself through my yoga breathing, not sure if I was utilizing the techniques because I was sandwiched between too hot men or because Ethan had stopped kissing me when I pulled away. His lips trailed down the side of my neck, on the edge of my jaw, and then down to my collarbone where he stayed.

Tearing my gaze from Seth's, I leaned my head back so Ethan could get better access. His slurping noises were making me wet in more than one place, and every time he incorporated a scrap of his teeth my hips would essentially dry hump his naked abdomen.

Seth pushed against me, his chest plastered to my back as he forced Ethan's head up, tearing him from his love session with my collar bone. Seth captured Ethan's mouth in a rough, passion-filled kiss over my shoulder. With every tongue slash and stab for dominance, Ethan leaned forward into me trying to get closer to Seth.

My senses were on overload and I cried out when Ethan shifted beneath me enough that it felt like a hip-snap against my groin. One more of those and I'd be seeing stars. I was sure of it.

Seth pulled away enough to whisper something in Ethan's ear. Perhaps if the blood rushing in my own ears hadn't been so loud I'd have been able to hear them, after all, we were close enough. Whatever Seth said did enough to cause Ethan to react and shift beneath me again. It wasn't a quick snap like before; instead, it was a very smooth, but quick adjustment beneath me. My skirt fanned out around us, shielding the activity happening between my legs, but even though I couldn't see it, I could feel his raging erection. I shivered with anticipation and dropped my head down, gently biting Ethan's naked shoulder.

I moaned at the salty taste of his skin and soothed the reddish bitten area with my tongue. "What did you say to him?" I asked, pulling away and flinching as Ethan's fingers dug into my side almost painfully.

"I'll tell you after he takes your virginity," he said to me. "I'll do what I promised, Ethan... to both of you. How about we do this now? In here, the bedroom... on the floor is fine too."

Hello! I'm on top of Ethan. Aren't we already? Was what I thought to myself, but out loud I could only emit a noncommittal whimper of confirmation.

"Just like that? It seems like this is happening a little too quickly. Cassie..." Ethan started sounding out of breath before he trailed off.

"I wouldn't have asked you if I wasn't sure. I was okay with it when it was just an idea. I'm okay with it now. The only hurdle is you," I managed with surprising clarity and then glanced down, "and your jeans, but if you want to keep them on I'm pretty sure we could still have some fun. They don't call it grinding for nothing."

"But you'd still be a virgin," Seth supplied.

"Good point."

Ethan swallowed and took a shaky breath. "So the three of us?"

I paused, letting it sink in. I looked over at Seth, turning my head to the side as I examined him and then back to Ethan, who was also just realizing what we were about to do. "Yeah, the three of us," I mumbled, and in an attempt to lighten the mood added, "Plus, it seems only appropriate that you'll be losing your girl virginity to me."

"My girl virginity?" Ethan gave a breathless chuckle while continuing to hold my hips firmly against him.

"You've never been with a girl. So you have girl virginity."

Seth snorted in amusement, but his voice held a sinister note that his smiling eyes covered up. "Your girl virginity, huh? Well, I guess this is going to be a first for both of you, isn't it?"

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4: It has to be special

If I was a man I'd be dying right now.

I'd heard the term 'blue balls' before and never understood it until I told Ethan what I really wanted to do to him after a few minutes of him touching me. In the end, he decided it was all going a little too fast for him. It would've been super hot if he had stiffened up the right way, but instead, he called it a night and gave a 'we'll try again later' spiel.

I'd been mortified, worried for the first time in my life that I might have said something a little too obscene, and sexually frustrated. Not even my beloved Rabbit could do the trick when I got home, and the cold shower is a total myth.

Maybe it works for guys, but not me!

Instead of being hot and wet, I was cold and wet. The erotic dream that followed that night made it even worse the next morning, which happened to be a full day of classes for me.

Mondays suck.

Being a virgin sucks.

Blue balls suck... "I wonder what it's called for a girl?" I whispered to myself.

Not that it mattered. Nothing mattered anymore, well, except that it was the end of the school day, and I didn't have to work at The Coffee Barn tonight. Oh, and maybe getting to have an orgasm too. That'd be nice. Until last night, I'd never had Rabbit be so useless.

Ethan and Seth have ruined me!

"Cassie!" Seth hollered down the hallway, jogging towards me.

Growling under my breath, I clutched my school books to my chest and darted towards my locker. I banged it open and tossed my homework into my pink and black backpack. Quickly swinging the strap onto my shoulder, I slammed the door shut, grabbed my lock, and turned in the opposite direction Seth was coming in.

"Hey, Cass, don't be mad at me. Last night was all Ethan's doing. I was ready and willing!" Seth shouted just as loudly.

I flipped around, my eyes wide with disbelief. I could feel my chest starting to splotch red with embarrassment. "Gee, could you say it any louder?"

Seth paused in front of me and his face scrunched up as he rubbed the back of his neck. "Uh, what could I say louder?"

"That I'm a big ho? Or, here's a good one, that I wanna be a cum bucket!" I whispered harshly. "You may as well have told everyone!"

His shout of laughter echoed in the emptying halls and his shoulders shook. "I. Love it. When you. Talk dirty. To me," Seth gasped out through hiccups of laughter.

I sneered at him. "What do you want?"

"Ethan wants you to come—" he stopped and sputtered like a broken down car, his shoulders shaking harder than ever.

My fingers itched to take a swipe at his face. "Oh, you're fucking funny, Seth!"

He calmed himself down enough to take a step forward and bow over me. He leaned his forearm against the locker next to my head and brought his face close to mine. "Babe, I was so ready last night. Anytime you want, you can tell me what you want to do to me."

I settled against the locker, feeling my anger dissipate, and I bowed my head trying to keep my lower lip from trembling. "You liked it. Ethan didn't."

"Cassie," Seth whispered and lifted my chin up. "He liked it a little too much. He didn't know how to handle his body's reaction. He's never been sexually attracted to a female before and it's you he had the reaction to. When he does this, as you said, he'll be losing his girl virginity too. And it's you, Cass, you're special to him, you always have been. You're not just some easy lay. He's looking at you differently already-–that's huge progress—but he just doesn't know how to deal with it. More importantly, he doesn't want this to ruin anything between any of us. I think he really does look at this like a normal girl would."

I scowled. "Are you saying I'm not normal?"

Seth nodded. "Exactly."

No point in arguing.

I slumped my shoulders and pouted. "So Ethan wants the process of him losing his girl virginity to be special?"

He nodded again.

"You gotta be kidding me," I slapped a hand to my chest, "I'm horny. This is not fair! I'm the female in this situation. If I'm okay with it, he should be too!"

Seth smiled widely and brought his hands forward to cup my face. He dropped his forehead to mine and placed a quick kiss against my nose before brushing away bits of my hair. "See, you're not normal. I love that!"

I rolled my eyes. "So what does Ethan want?"

"He wants you to come to his football practice."

"I would rather die!"

"Aw, don't be that way. What if I promise to push Ethan a little further tonight?"

"Tell him to shove his 'losing-my-girl-virginity-needs-to-be-special' idea up his ass!"

Seth's mouth twitched. "Think about what you just said."

Oh no. He got me.

I clamped my teeth down over my bottom lip and folded my arms across my chest. "It's not funny."

Ten minutes later, I was sprawled on the bleachers watching Ethan's practice and laughing so hard I couldn't breathe. When practice finished and Ethan trotted over I tried to give him the stink face, but it became harder the closer he got. It wasn't the way he held his helmet or that his hair clung to his forehead or even that he tore off his sweat-soaked jersey either... well maybe it was that.

He stopped in front of me, shifting from foot to foot and holding his helmet with two hands. He cleared his throat. "Hey," he said, biting his lip.

I lifted my chin and looked past him. I wasn't going to say the awkward 'hey' back. He could just stuff it.

"Cassie," he drawled my name out. "Please, don't be mad at me."

"We're doing this tonight. At your place, obviously..." I trailed off.

Ethan had the luxury of having parents with money, unlike myself. I didn't have parents at all. His apartment –where I spent most of my time anyway— was one of the high-end ones close to the University. I lived on the extra cheap side of town, where one bed, a microwave with a short, cold showers, and cockroach infestations were normal.

"I bought condoms, and um-" I paused to tuck my hair behind my ears, "I've been on birth control for a while so..."

It's happening again. I'm thinking about Frankie and Ed. Thinking about where I lived compared to Ethan's place made me remember stuff I didn't want to remember. I'd gotten a pretty raw deal in the parent department so I was used to those types of living situations, but still. My biological parents were killed in a car crash when I was a baby. I was lucky enough to get adopted by a caring couple soon after, hence why I was able to grow up with Ethan and have a normal childhood.

"Ooh, I hope you got cherry-flavored!" Seth said, wiggling his eyebrows.

"Cassie? Are you okay?" Ethan asked, touching my shoulder to get my attention. I smiled and nodded. He didn't need to know that my train of thought had gone from one serious thing to another.

Francine—Frankie as she used to be called by her best friend, Ethan's mom—and Ed, my adopted parents, unfortunately, drew an unlucky fate card for themselves as well. Frankie got diagnosed with Stage IV Pancreatic Cancer. As a social worker, she'd always been a fighter so it was no surprise she lasted for as long as she did. When it happened, I experienced my first real heartbreak. At thirteen I'd lost the light of my life and Ed lost the love of his. Ed never really bounced back. In fact, to this day I'm certain the heart complication that took his life—labeled as inconclusive—two years later was due to a broken heart.

If it hadn't been for Mickey, Ethan's father, who was a very well known and successful lawyer at the time—he was a well-respected judge now— I would've been thrown back into the system. Mick had brought up the idea of adopting me, but Jeanine, Ethan's mother, wouldn't have it. She said the only way she wanted me to be related to them is if I was going to be their daughter-in-law. Jeanie always found ways to throw the two of us together, honestly, she was super lucky Ethan and I got along so well. I think she and Frankie had planned from the beginning too. Once I even saw a wedding book with photo manipulations of Ethan, me, and what our children would look like. If I didn't love her so much I'd think she was a bit crazy. This was probably another reason why Ethan didn't have the heart to come out to his parents.

So Mick helped me file for emancipation. Financially speaking, they helped me out way too much. Frankie and Ed's life insurance policies had gone to burying them and hospital bills, so it wasn't that they hadn't planned for me it was that they hadn't planned for Frankie's sickness. When I turned seventeen I decided to financially cut ties with Ethan's parents and started paying for my own things, like my crappy apartment. I just had to deal with it until I graduated from college.

"You look awfully sexy in sweat," I said with an absent-minded chuckle, running my fingers down Ethan's abs. Focusing on him instead of Frankie and Ed would take the emotional pain away for a little bit anyhow.

He danced away from my tickling fingertips, laughing nervously. "This is gonna take some getting used to."

"Why?" I asked. "I've always talked to you like this."

"Yeah, but now I know you mean it, like, that way, you know?" He rubbed the back of his neck and glanced over at Seth who was smirking at the both of us.

"How about we just do a little tonight? I mean—"

My ears perked and I dragged myself out of my thoughts. "Well, how much time do you need?" I asked.

"Why are you so impatient?"

I inhaled sharply. I had to tell him. He was going to find out sooner or later. Plus, he wasn't the only one needing to get used to the idea of me talking dirty to him out loud. I could say it in my thoughts no problem, but I wasn't about to let my lily-white purity keep me from voicing those thoughts either. "Rabbit isn't cutting it."

Seth scratched the back of his head. "What is 'Rabbit'?"

Ethan groaned and dropped his face into his hands. "It's her bullet."

"You named your toy?"

I shrugged. "Doesn't everyone?"

Seth raised an eyebrow. "Not really, no. Only the crazy ones."

"Just get a new one," Ethan suggested.

I rolled my eyes. "I didn't break it. It still runs! It's just not enough after last night."

"It didn't work for one night?" Ethan paused, looking baffled. "What's the big deal?"

"Hey! Hey! I won't take that attitude from someone who gets the real thing all the time. I happen to have a good amount of stress in my life and one night without makes me cranky," I said with a growl and pointed my thumb over at Seth. "And from what I hear, Seth puts out three times a day!" I lifted my hands and weighed my option versus his option. "Going home to cold metal or warm flesh... you don't need to guess which one wins."

"Can't argue with that logic," Seth said, stepping off the bleachers and offering his hand to me. "Shall we?"

I slapped my hand into his with a grin. "We shall!" I patted the straps of my bookbag. "I've got my newly acquired goodies here. Do you know how awkward it was buying this?"

"What are we talkin' about?" Ethan asked, stepping in line with Seth and me as we walked through the football field.

"Condoms!" I said, loud enough that a few of Ethan's straggling teammates hooted and hollered. I cleared my throat and hid my face as we walked by them. "Oops."

Seth chuckled and wrapped his arm around my neck, choke holding me more than hugging me.

"I hope you didn't just get one."

I raised my eyebrow. "I got one box."

Seth shrugged and kissed me on my temple. "That's okay. Ethan has plenty more at his place."