ME, MY GIRLFRIEND, AND HER BEST FRIEND: PART TWO

Me, My Girlfriend and Her Best Friend: Part Two

After the night of ‘Truth or Dare’ I was afraid that Belinda might feel awkward about everything that had happened. We had been together for four years and had never brought another person into our collective ‘sex life’ before that night.

Two or three days a week during the summer, Belinda would come over while my parents were at work and we would tan in the backyard. It was the same backyard where I had dared her to make out with her best friend Marcela. It was the same backyard that they had dared me to jack off while they watched. It had been a crazy night. Belinda ended up fingering Marcela while sucking my cock and at the end, I shot my load all over both of them.

Before that night, Marcela had occasionally joined us for our little tanning sessions. It was usually a burden to me because if she was there, I couldn’t tan naked and sex with Belinda was definitely out of the question. The upside was that I got to spend the afternoon with two gorgeous latinas. Marcela always wore a bikini unless she didn’t have one, in which case she would strip down to her bra and panties. Belinda always tanned naked. Her logic was that both Marcela and I had already seen her naked before, so what was the big deal? It made it hard for me to keep them from noticing whenever I got a hard-on which was pretty often. Anyway, today was tanning day and I was quite pleased about it.

It was 1pm when the doorbell rang and I sprung from the couch with great anticipation. It had been three days since our wild night with Marcela. Belinda hadn’t brought it up and I hadn’t seen Marcela since then, so you can imagine my surprise when I opened the door and found them both standing there on the front porch. They were laughing about some conversation I had apparently missed. I was pleased to see that they were not only getting along, but both seemed to be in good spirits. “Hey Marcela.” I said automatically. I had promised myself that the next time I saw her I wouldn’t let it be awkward. Easier said than done.

“Hey Chico.” She replied as she reached out to give me a hug. My mind flashed an image of her completely naked in the moonlight with a splash of my cum on her chest. I could make out the outline of her bikini top under her gray tank-top. It was cut off mid stomach and she was wearing cut off jean shorts and sandals. She looked absolutely gorgeous.

“Come on in.” I blurted as I went to hug Belinda. She was dressed pretty much the same as Marcela but with no bikini top outline. I could vaguely make out the point of her nipples underneath, but I was trying not to stare. They were both familiar with the routine. They came inside and immediately headed for the back door.

We got to the deck in the backyard and the sun was warm and bright. It was a beautiful day. I had already laid out the towels for Belinda and myself. I had to run back inside and fetch a third for Marcela. Once I returned, I spread it out next to the other two on the deck. After that, the blue-ball inducing ritual began.

The girls chatted and laughed as they simultaneously slid out of their shorts. The afternoon sun was bright and hot and both girls had already begun to sweat. Marcela was wearing her red bikini that tied on the sides. I had seen it before and always hoped that that would be the one she was wearing because of how amazing she looked in it. Belinda was wearing pale blue cotton panties under her shorts. They were still talking about whatever it was they’d been talking about on the porch. If you asked me, I couldn’t tell you what their conversation was about. They were both smiling and laughing though, and I was thanking god that I was wearing mirrored sunglasses. I stared in admiration as they continued talking and Marcela pulled her tank top up and over her head. Marcela’s red bikini top fit really tight and the tops of her dark tan c-cup breasts were constantly threatening to spill out of it. I might’ve crossed my fingers.

Belinda was listening intently to Marcela as she peeled off her tank and, like always, wasn’t wearing anything underneath it. Her b-cup breasts lightly glistened from her sweat. Her nipples were already hard despite the summer heat and I remember thinking that there was something about the sunlight that made the female form appear even more magnificent than seemed possible. She cast her top to the deck as Marcela continued her story. Belinda continued to stare at her face intently as she slipped her panties down over her ass and down her legs. I found that part especially interesting. It was amazing to me how completely uninhibited Belinda was about her body in front of Marcela and me. She was so casual about it all, and just the site of her sent a surge of blood to my cock.

I peeled off my t-shirt and we all took our places on the deck. Belinda lay on the middle towel. I lay to her left and Marcela to her right. They finished their conversation with a big laugh and fell into silence.

We lay there looking up at the sky not saying a word. I kept stealing glances at Belinda’s body as I wondered how long the silence would last. The awkwardness was setting in. None of us seemed capable of addressing the elephant in the room, so we just laid there.

Finally, Marcela sat up and looked over at us. “Okay, guys, can we just talk about the other night?” Belinda and I sat up to meet her gaze. “I just don’t want things to get weird between us, okay? I mean, sure it’s kinda weird and everything, but I totally had fun with you guys the other night and I don’t think we should feel weird about it.” I just looked at her. “I mean, if you guys feel bad or whatever, then we don’t have to talk about it anymore, but I just wanted to clear the air, okay?”

It was dead silent for about five seconds before Belinda burst out laughing. “Oh my god, I can’t believe you’re so worried about that! It’s not like it was your idea.” Marcela looked confused but also relieved. “Johnny and I already talked about it. Everything’s fine.” The truth was we hadn’t talked about it at all, but if Belinda says everything is fine, I’m not going to argue. Marcela sighed with relief. There was a moment of silence and then Belinda wrapped it up by saying “…you slut.”

“Fuck you!” Marcela laughed as she smacked Belinda on the arm. Belinda howled with laughter and I couldn’t help but join in. Marcela joined us and we all had a good long laugh. By the time it was over we all had tears in our eyes.

“Oh. Ahh-heh… That was pretty crazy though.” Belinda said.

“Yeah.” Marcela replied. “Yeah, it was.”

I was laying there with a tremendous sense of relief as the sun beamed down. My peace was interrupted by Belinda saying “Ooh, Johnny! Can you go get the baby oil?” Sometimes Belinda would put baby oil on. It always drove me completely nuts.

“Sure.” I said as I stood up. “Need anything else?”

“Can you bring us some whiskey and cokes?” she asked.

“I’ll have to raid the folks’ liquor cabinet, but I don’t think they’ll notice.” I said over my shoulder. As I left the backyard, the girls started talking again. I went inside and discovered we were out of whiskey, so I grabbed some vodka and orange juice and made three screwdrivers. I was almost to the back door when I remembered the baby oil.

I opened the back door and headed back over to the deck.