Ken flinched as Tommy’s hand settled on his back. “You go ahead, Ken. I bathed before Trisha showed up. I’ll hang out here beside the tub and help you guys clean any hard to reach places.”
Trisha smirked. “Sounds good to me.” Without a word, Ken strode forward, eagerly stepping inside the small pool of water.
The tight fit might have been a problem, but Ken eyeballed the dimensions and had probably done the math before he instructed, “Spread your legs.” A heated flush warmed Trisha’s skin from her face down to her chest.
“Okay.” With all eyes staring at her, self-consciousness set in, and she placed her hand over her mons. Perhaps Ken noticed because he offered an alternative. “Unless you want to turn and sit between my legs, but the stupid faucet will stick in my back from this side of the tub.”
I started this so time to ante up. As she leaned against the porcelain, Trisha bristled at the chill against her back before settling to distribute her weight better. She peeped at Tommy, and her eyes widened as she noticed his line of vision and realized he was waiting for her thighs to part.
Ken seemed more patient, his gaze on her face. Her upper body quivered as she placed one hand on each knee and pulled them apart, dragging out the reveal by taking close to twelve seconds before her legs touched opposite sides of the tub. She held her breath, staring down at the water. As nerve-racking as the situation was, allowing the boys to take a good look was only fair. She had certainly gotten an eyeful of both of them. Her pulse raced, and her tummy felt as if a rolling boil had begun inside. She averted her gaze, panting as she waited for a reaction. What if one or both of them don’t like my pussy? She had never taken a gander at her slit and hoped everything looked as expected.
After sucking in her breath, Trisha squeaked as Ken reached into the water and trailed down her inner thigh until his fingers traced her pink folds. “Beautiful.” His husky voice spoke in a whispered tone. Trisha exhaled with relief.
“Definitely.” A hint of excitement colored Tommy’s voice as he dropped his hand into the tub and nudged the aching apex. “I want to lick it!”
Trisha gasped, and Ken reached out and smacked his friend on the back of the head.
While jerking back and leaning away from where he was sitting on his knees, Tommy shrugged. “What? Just being honest.”
Ken stepped into the water. He sat down before scooting backward until he was wedged between Trisha’s legs, effectively blocking Tommy’s leering. Trisha took the washcloth Tommy offered. After lathering the square-shaped fabric, she washed Ken’s shoulder blades before scooting the washcloth down the indention between the two. Ken jutted forward as the warm cloth ran down his spine and lingered in the small of his back. She leaned forward, pressing sensual kisses against his nape. As she closed her eyes, she drew air through her nostrils, filling her senses with his fresh scent and the sound of his breathing. The sensation of being cocooned inside his aura drew her pelvic muscles tight and made her squirm. I can’t believe this is finally happening!
Tommy appeared to have his own agenda, forgoing a washcloth in favor of soaping up his own hands. One of his large mitts manhandled her chest, working in circles over her breasts, his rough fingertips teasing the pink nubs while his other palm trailed down the side of her arm. Trisha’s breath hitched, delighting in the subtle tingling of her skin everywhere Tommy touched. Her fingers lingered over Ken’s tailbone.
“Whoa.” Ken clenched as Trisha’s washcloth delved lower.
“What’s the matter, Kenny? Don’t you want me to clean you completely?” Trisha tried her best to imitate Jessica Rabbit’s voice.
“Clean is fine but no penetration.” Ken sounded nearly breathless.
The corners of Trisha’s lips curved upward. Tommy leaned toward her, his gorgeous face less than an inch from hers before his soft, smooth, and kissable lips claimed hers. He applied the perfect amount to pressure, and Trisha felt as if a spark of pure energy united them. Delicious and carnal, Tommy’s tongue snaked in between her lips, striking hungrily, twisting and turning within as if to taste her very essence. She closed her eyes, savoring the texture of the nimble muscular organ pairing with hers. As she breathed through her nose, their swollen lips moved with hungry intent as if to devoured one another. She slipped her hand into Tommy’s hair stroking the soft mane while the fingertips of her free hand gripped Ken’s shoulder. Their mouths parted with a shared moan. Her open lips yearned for more and her abdomen tightened with the heaving of her chest.
“Whoa, well then.” Trisha’s words spilled out between labored breaths. “Lift up on your knees, Ken so I can gain access to the main event.” Casting a look over his shoulder, Ken leaned back, pressing his back against her breasts. As his mouth collided with hers, Trisha wrapped her arms around his torso and leaned into the lip-lock to encourage more than a sheepish peck. Separate-but-equal was a fallacy, but unless these two were ready to make a true triangle, she would have to keep everything as congruent as possible and make sure her first kiss with Ken was as magical as the one she had shared with Tommy.
His lower lip brushed against the bottom of hers as his upper lip snared the supple flesh. He nibbled sweetly
