MFF: A Pool and a Shower
By: Guy New York
Tags: Fiction, Threesome, Mff, Erotica, Short Story

MFF: A Pool and a Shower

The first mff threesome story in my latest collection

It’s not my pool and she’s not my girlfriend. Neither is she. All that matters is that it’s a never-ending summer with no responsibilities, no urgent needs, and no reason to resist whatever the world has to offer.

Kelly splashes me while Aliyah floats on her back. I laugh and splash back, and I expect nothing. The chlorine stings my nose and the cold blue tiles of the pool’s floor are rough on my feet. We’re young and it’s summer, and I can’t keep my eyes off either of them.

“How do you know this weirdo again?” Kelly asks, and I wonder how they’ve never met. Aliyah and I sit at the diner late into the night smoking cigarettes while Kelly and I slip into the woods by her house and smoke pot by the stream. Maybe they live in different world. Hell, maybe we all do?

“He hit on me at the diner one night,” Aliyah responds, finally standing up in the cool waters, her black skin glistening in the sun. Her breasts are small but her bikini is smaller. I can see her nipples through the thin fabric and she sticks her tongue out at me when she sees me watching. Without any reason, she reaches back and undoes the strap. Seconds later her top hangs on the edge of the hot tub as she lies back once more.

“I can see why,” Kelly says, following Aliyah’s example as a matter of course. She splashes me when I look at her too; I’m trying to pretend like it doesn’t matter. And of course, it doesn’t. I’ve seen them change, they’ve watched me climb out of the shower or skinny-dip in the stream. We’re friends without boundaries.

As they moved closer together, I take my time diving below the surface, watching their kicking legs. I picture Chrissy in Jaws and try not to laugh as I hold my breath. I’ll devour them both I think, knowing it’s silly. When I come up, it’s with Kelly on my shoulders and she screams and kicks, but hangs on all the same.

“On the count of three,” she cries, bracing her feet on the palms of my strong hand. I brace myself, facing away from the deep end of the pool, and then we’re counting and laughing before I launch her into the air where she does a perfect back-flip without so much as a splash.

All three of us clap and laugh and summer will never end. We’ll never grow old and never tire. Life will always be this sweet.

It’s an hour later that we climb out, our bodies ready for the comfort of clothes and a couch. We don’t speak as we walk into Aliyah’s cabana, the towels ignored as all three of us head straight for the shower.

Aliyah looks at me as she opens the door; she smiles and winks. When she slips out of her bikini bottoms, I rush to join her, dropping my suit to the cold tile floor. Kelly is unimpressed but also unconcerned. She too is quickly naked as the three of us cram into the shower where Aliyah turns on the hot water eliciting yelps from all of us.

The shower is large enough for us to fit, but not so large that we don’t touch. Kelly’s ass is against my hip and Aliyah’s shoulder against my chest. The two girls turn this way and that as someone pours soap onto a body. Kelly’s pink skin is slightly burned, and Aliyah kisses her shoulder gently even as she teases her.

And even then, standing between my two best friends who have only just met, I think nothing of it. I love them both, we’re naked, and the shower is hot. What is there to think about?

When Aliyah’s hand brushes against me, I twitch and jump. And when Kelly leans down to pick up a sponge, her ass awakens me the rest of the way. She wiggles and laughs, feeling me harden, but when she stands, she looks at Ali, not me.

I step closer to my diner friend, wondering how we’ve gone so long without kissing. Her body is dripping with water and I want all of her. When she reaches an arm around me and presses her lips to my shoulder, I kiss her hair. When I move to her neck, her other hand brushes me again, this time with more intention.

As we hover there, almost kissing but not quite, I don’t realize that Kelly has sunk to her knees. Even when Aliyah’s lips touch mine, still tentative but now secure, I’m unaware. It’s only when our tongues meet that I feel Kelly’s mouth open around me.

Ali sighs when she looks down, and I move my hand to her ass, still not thinking of the future. When I kiss her again, Kelly moves with more focus, and I brace myself against the wall. It’s only when Kelly looks up, her smile big and joyful that I wonder.

It’s only when she turns to Aliyah and touches one thigh with a question, that I begin to believe. It’s only when Aliyah nods in consent that I know it to be true.

I lean in closer, holding Aliyah with an arm around her waist and my lips on her neck as Kelly begins to kiss her too. She sighs and moans, looking at me with wide eyes as my friend beings to part her lips before fucking her with her tongue and inquiring fingers at the same time. I take her chin in hand, whisper in her ear, and hold her still as she trembles under the hot water.

By the time Kelly stands, I’m unsure if Aliyah has come, but I suspect she’s close. She squeezes my shoulder so tightly I nearly bleed, and her mouth is open and breathless. When I kiss Kelly, I taste Aliyah’s pussy for the first time, and I realize I’ve wanted her for as long as I can remember.

“Have you two fucked?” Kelly askes, taking my cock in her hand.

“No,” Aliyah says, turning towards the wall. “Never.”

“That’s so hot,” Kelly says, sliding her hand up and down me as she helps my our friend lean forward, her ass pressing against me. When Kelly kisses her I’m almost more surprised than before, but it’s merely a distraction to what else is happening. She’s guiding me closer, pulling me along as if telling a story.

I grip Ali’s ass in one hand, seeing her wet and open; she’s beautiful and explicit and I can’t hold back. Kelly rubs her thumb over the head of my cock, before sliding down to my shaft and rubbing me against Aliyah’s soft lips.

“Do you want to?” Kelly asks, and I’m not sure if she’s talking to me or Aliyah or both of us at the same time.

“Yeah,” Aliyah says, looking over he shoulder at me, a hint of shyness that I find I love.

“Me too,” I say, pushing just a bit further until the head of my cock just enters her.

“Good,” Kelly says, a hand on my ass as she pushes us together. I lean in, my lips on my best friend’s back and neck as I slide inside her, and all three of us gasp and moan in pleasure and disbelief. “That’s so fucking hot. God, I love seeing people fuck.”

When I stand up straight and push fully inside her, Aliyah starts to beg for more, and we quickly begin to fuck in earnest. Kelly kisses us both, her hands everywhere at the same time. Somehow she’s rubbing Aliyah’s clit, squeezing my ass, and all I can feel is the girl I’m buried inside, the soft water all around me, and the sense of timelessness that takes over like a dream.

Somehow Kelly manages to slip to the tile floor one more time, her mouth opening as I thrust from behind; it’s a slow but constant build to the end. Aliyah pushes back onto me, letting me fuck her deeper with each stroke, and I grip her ass and watch in amazement as I penetrate her.

Someone cries out, someone begs, and someone grunts a deep and primal urge. Maybe it’s Aliyah’s clenching that sets me off or possibly it’s Kelly’s lips and tongue. Maybe it’s the hot afternoon, the memory of the pool, or the drowning that does it. Either way, I bein to come and none of us could stop it if we tried.

None of us hesitate, pause or slow down because we’re young and it’s summer and nothing will ever be this good again.

As I kiss Aliyah’s neck, I realize she’s coming as well and Kelly, to her credit, stays right where she is. When she takes my sensitive cock into her mouth I nearly stumble, and when she’s back on Aliyah I keep her from falling.

When finally she stands, Aliyah and I both kiss her, awkwardly crowding one another as our hands move everywhere. We hold Kelly between us, kissing her ears, her neck, and her lips as our fingers find her throbbing pussy warm and ready. She floats as she kisses us back, and within minutes she’s coming too, her moans incomprehensible and honest.

When we let her down, she looks up shyly as if waking to discover herself on stage. We laugh kindly and move into a hug, our arms embracing each other in love and amazement. The hot water falls around us, cleansing us of the possibility of regret.

When we finally get out, the girls are laughing and throwing towels at me. I pull on soft summer clothes as they slip into dresses the color of sunflowers. Kelly leans in close as we stand by the door to the cabana.

“You should ask her out,” she whispers.

“What about you?” I ask, wondering how to make sense of anything.

“Don’t be silly, I’d never go out with you. Besides, you like her. And she likes you. And you fucked so pretty.”

Aliyah sneaks in between us, slapping our asses, her curiosity evident.

“What are you two conspiring about?” she asks.

Kelly kisses her instead of answering. She pulls her close, squeezes her ass, and then kisses her again.

“I have to get home, but this was fun. Thanks for letting me swim in your pool!”

Aliyah and I watch Kelly’s ass as she goes, and I remember that she drove me there. When I turn to look at my old friend she blushes and kisses me again. Together we stumble to the couch and we kiss for so long I’m not sure I’ll ever speak again.

“I think I like you,” I whisper, looking up into her eyes as I slip the dress off her shoulders. We’ve come from the pool and the shower, our bodies intertwined and connected, but now we’re alone and it makes all the difference in the world.

“You better like me after what we just did.”

“I think I like you a lot,” I say, wondering what other words I should use. I’ve told her I love her a thousand times because we’re young and we’re friends and we love everyone.

“I think I like you too,” she says, shyly. “A lot.”

And then we’re kissing again, this time taking it slowly as we sink into the soft pillows, our hands and lips as gentle as the sun. As I hold her tightly, and I resist the urge to cry even if I’m not sure why. When she looks into my eyes, all I can do is smile, and she wipes a tear from my cheek.

“It’s okay,” she whispers, before kissing it away. “I know just how you feel.”