His and Hers and Hers
her. Cassie’s gratitude was mingled with sorrow that she’d frightened them. “Thank you.” She caressed Kyla’s generous hips, her creamy thighs. Pressed a kiss to the crease where her thigh met the dark triangle of crinkly curls. She breathed deeply of Ky’s musky scent.
    Jordan’s voice, deep and thick, penetrated her heavy fog of desire. “I’m not wearing underwear either. Can I get a kiss like that too?”
    Cassie almost came at the thought. She wanted to kiss them both, pleasure them. Making love to Kyla as Jordan watched was not just a “show” meant to get him hot and horny. It was a way to include him, so no one felt left out.
    “You just wait your turn, babe,” Kyla told him. “You’ll get yours. Don’t worry. But first”—she turned to Cassie—”you’re gonna get yours.”
    Ky kicked off her jeans and went down on her knees between Cassie’s spread thighs. She tugged at the ass-grabbing skirt that her friend still had on. “You take this off.”
    Cassie lifted her butt, trying to reach the zipper. “Ow. I can’t. It’s stuck or something.”
    Kyla was not about to let that keep her from her purpose. “Never mind.” Instead of pulling the skirt off, she pushed it up, with Cassie’s help, until the little black thong was revealed.
    “Cute,” Kyla said. “Where’d you get it?”
    Cassie couldn’t answer. All she could do was bite her lip and squeak as Kyla whisked her finger over the tiny cloth panel.
    “I should get one too. Then we’d be twins.” She grinned at Jordan. “Remember what you said, babe? About the two of us in some little-bitty panties?”
    Jordan had said that? He groaned and Cassie came as Kyla flicked her fingers once more over her hard cloth-covered clit. Her pussy spasmed, and she clenched her teeth as the room reeled.
    Kyla watched Cassie climax. “Wow,” she marveled moments later. “So quick. Oh, honey, that one snuck up on you. You hardly had time to enjoy it.” She rubbed Cassie’s thigh soothingly.
    “S’okay.” Cassie lay limply in the chair.
    “No. Let’s see if you can go again. All right?” Kyla didn’t wait for a response. She hooked her fingers in the scrap of black satin and worked it down. “There you go.” She tossed the thong to Jordan, who caught it and lifted it to his nose, inhaling deeply. Cassie moaned as she watched him, her head lolling back on the chair.
    Ky brushed Cassie’s slit, dipped into the slippery wetness of her pussy. Her fingers were slick now as she circled her friend’s clit. “How does that feel, Cass?” Kyla’s voice was almost drowned out by the drumming of Cassie’s heart. “Is that good?”
    “Ahh…yess…” She gripped the armchair’s worn upholstery. Kyla stroked and played with her clit. When she gave it a gentle tug, Cassie’s orgasm exploded.

Chapter Four
    Cassie felt as though she’d turned to jelly and melted into the chair. She couldn’t move. Her eyelids flickered as footsteps sounded, and she looked up to see Jordan standing above her. He stared down at her, his features tight, then turned to Kyla. He lifted her hand, still wet with Cassie’s honey, and brought it to his mouth. He sucked the juices off her fingers, then bent and kissed his lover possessively, openmouthed.
    Cassie watched them, barely breathing, envious of their closeness. Her chest burned, but the burning subsided when Jordan turned and kissed her just as hungrily as he’d kissed Ky.
    She tasted herself in the kiss, along with traces of Kyla. His fingers knotted in her hair as his tongue swept her mouth. When he pulled away she was gasping.
    As strength returned to her limbs, she slipped to the floor on her knees. Jordan knelt as well, and it was the three of them. Cassie urged Kyla to lie on the area rug, one arm folded behind her head. Still tingling from her orgasms, she wanted to express her gratitude by returning the favor.
    “Lie back,” she murmured, peppering Ky’s rounded thighs with kisses.
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