Keywords: Ch., Trip, 02, Trial,
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The sensations were almost too much for her to bear. Whether amplified by the alcohol or by her surprise, Chandra lost herself to the give and take of pressure and release. His entire weight falling onto her made stars burst in her head, and she rolled her head back when the springs buoyed the two back up. His legs held hers fast, hands grippied her wrists. His lips found their mark again and he massaged his hips into hers. The fiery ball in her belly grew and shuddered. She could feel his erection pressing into her pelvis, and he moaned into her mouth.
As though awoken by his own noise, Will sat up on his knees, panting, chest heaving as though he'd just run a mile. His brown eyes traveled from her face down her body, still splayed on the bed. "Sorry, I...sorry," he mumbled.
Chandra raised her torso on her elbows, gulping in air as well. Still reeling from the surprise of Will's advancement, as well as the shots of Bacardi, she didn't have the strength to move further. Sweat had begun to collect on her brow, and Will's sudden departure from her body brought a sweet breeze to cool her skin. She could see the outline of his erection in his pants, and he made no move to hide it.
"I...I just feel like I could...explode right now," Will stammered, embarrassed. "Ever since you came to the apartment to interview for the open space, I thought about...doing...all sorts of things to you." His dark hair had fallen over his eyes, though they still focused intensely on hers – they seemed to be...pleading with her.
Chandra's eyes grew wide, and her breathing quickened. What in the hell do I say to THAT?
She didn't have to answer him. Slip-slip came the key card at the door, and after some fumbling it swung open to reveal Rob and a brown paper bag nestled in his arm.
He'll be shocked. He'll be angry. Shit, what the hell is happening? Chandra thought frantically.
But instead of standing transfixed like she expected him to, Rob's eyes grazed the scene before him instantaneously and, ducking his head, he leapt inside and shut the door. "Shit man, you going to let me broadcast this all over the hallway? You shoulda put up a 'Do not disturb sign, or a 'Disturb as little as possible' one." He set the bag down, reached in and grabbed a can and cracked it open. "Mind if I watch? I won't make much noise."
Chandra's mouth fell open.
"Man, I'm about to make a fool of myself," Will spoke up. He grinned at Rob.
"What? You done already? Did I miss the show?"
"No man," Will said, "it's just been a long-ass time." As the two went back and forth in a shockingly casual tone, Chandra drew her legs together and pushed herself fully up on the bed. Blushing deeply, she began to stand – she wanted to...go...somewhere, anywhere, to put this awkward moment behind her forever.
As though drawn by the same strings, Rob and Will rose up with her. "Don't go!" Rob pleaded. "I didn't mean to interrupt! This is about to get hot, and I just want to get a little action by proxy. Unless...you want to switch?" he added with a gleam in his eye.
He set his beer down and stepped forward, placing his hands on either side of Chandra's head. Sensing déjà vu, she stepped backwards...right into Will. He placed his hands on her hips, steadying her. The guys shared a look, then stepped even closer to each other, with Chandra in between them.
Her heart leapt into high gear, and she blushed even more deeply. Having lost the momentum of the moment, she was stuck in an awkward and unsure place, her superego violently fighting her id. Oh god I want to so badly...but they're my roommates and I don't even know them, and this is so inappropriate –
She gasped. A hand placed gently on her belly – was it Will's from behind her? – worked its way upward once again, this time encircling her left breast, cupping it, completely covering it, kneading it. Her mouth hung open, and she opened her eyes to look into Rob's, feeling as though she were betraying her better judgment by enjoying the sensation. Rob's face was uncharacteristically serene, and he watched her evenly.
Unsure of how to react, Chandra closed her eyes. There came a shuffling from behind her, and a second hand traveled its way up her belly to cup her right breast. In time with the kneading, Will's hips began to slowly, seductively graze hers from behind. And as though on cue, Chandra felt Rob's hips sway at her waist. Because her hips fell several inches below Rob and Will's, she felt these slow, celestial movements at her belly and in her lower back – two pairs of jeans pressing into her, masking most of the underlying flesh with stiffer, unforgiving fabric. But Chandra could feel Will's erection again, this time in her back, and with a nudge of her hips, could feel Rob's increasing arousal as well.
The realization drove her wild. She shivered.
Will was the first to break the sinuous undulation. He slowly lowered his hands from Chandra's breasts, taking care to trap her nipples in between his sinking fingers and hold them until they sprang loose, drawing a loud gasp from her mouth. He maneuvered his hands down her belly, sinking fingers more deeply into the flesh around her belly button. Chandra lolled her head back, and Rob's hands intricately caressed her neck.
She could hear Will drawing his breath in through his teeth, could feel his chest expand at her back. His fingers danced at her waistband, and her pants came unbuttoned. Drawing his hands back, Will slowly undid his own belt. The clack-cling of his belt buckle seemed to rise above all other noises in the room. Chandra's body momentarily stung with adrenaline – something was about to really happen, but she didn't know what. Where would the next sensation come? Was she safe? Should she let herself flow with her aching rapture and fantasies, or should she stop this before it progressed any further?
Rob made the next move. Dragging his fingers from her jawbone to her collarbone, from her sternum in between her breasts, down her rumpled shirt to her pants, he finished what Will had started. Taking the tiny zipper between his fingers, he dragged it toward the ground, pulling the pants with it inch by inch.
Feeling the colder air on her exposed legs, Chandra felt a wave of self-consciousness replace the adrenaline. But before that ocean of childhood insecurity could drown her, Rob's hands flew to her hips, spun her 180 degrees, and sat her down on his lap on the nearest bed. This put Chan at eye level with Will's waist, now clad only in thin, silk boxers, which he held hostage at the waistband with his thumbs.
As he slipped the last cover from his lower body, Chandra began blushing again. She glanced up at Will's face. His eyes locked with hers. They were gentle, his face stoic yet not harsh, and she eased up. A hand guided her head backwards, and she laid her head on Rob's shoulder. After a moment's pause, she felt breath on her neck, and the kisses that followed melted her like butter. With kisses dissolving on her neck and hands once again kneading her breasts, she watched the scene in front of her with growing excitement: Will took his exposed penis in one large hand and slowly began rubbing its length with the tips of his fingers. She noticed that his skin looked to be the color of caramel candy – she liked caramel. He danced for a moment at the head, ensconcing it in his palm, then letting the head pop through an opening between thumb and forefinger.
Prepared, Will stepped forward, and Chandra once more met his eyes. They were expectant, yet patient, and understanding. A hand from behind moved to her legs, and began tracing the skin upward toward her panties.
She was ready.
She took the head of Will's penis in her mouth delicately, holding it at the base with one hand, and exploring the circumference of its head with her tongue. Will gasped and threw his head back, involuntarily thrusting his hips forward. He sent three more inches into her mouth. Before she could protest, Rob's hand snuck under her panties and made gentle, miniscule contact with her clitoris. His finger circled the small nub, causing Chandra to moan around Will's penis, which in turn made Will moan and draw back his hips to thrust once more.
The sounds of excitement aroused Rob further, and his fingers began a more thorough exploration of Chandra's crotch. He dipped a finger just an inch and a half below her clit to graze the pool below, then returned to her clit and ran his delightfully slippery finger over and around it. Chandra spread her legs further, and tried to grind her clit into Rob's finger. He danced around her movements, and slowly drove his finger below her clit and toward her vagina. She reciprocated her excitement onto the phallus in front of her, wetting it to match her soaking crotch, tightening her lips around the head and milking the shaft – making it wetter and wetter as a finger sank two knuckles into her vagina.
Chan's moans came more frequently, and more loudly now. Rob slipped his free hand under her grinding ass, and slid himself out from underneath her. Disappointed, she pulled Will's penis from her mouth to voice her complaint. But Will placed a hand at the back of her head and drove himself back into her mouth, this time deeper than before. Aware of quick movements to her left, Chandra attempted to turn her head to look, but was instead driven down hard on Will's thick penis. She focused on producing as much spit as possible. Working up a good lather, Chandra had just gotten down a rhythm she thought would do the trick, when she was flung backwards onto the bed by an arm from behind her. She landed diagonally, her head perched on one side, her legs hanging from another.
Disoriented, it took her a moment to register that the penis pressing back into her mouth was several shades darker than that which was just plucked from it. Looking up, she saw Rob's tall body hovering over hers, though the image appeared to be upside-down, as he was standing on the floor over her head.
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Keywords: Ch., Trip, 02, Trial,