Just Friends by Roxanne Riley
Chapter Nine
Trent
I’m barely waking up when I hear pounding on the front door. I sit up out of bed, startled. Who the hell would be at our door at this hour?
I hear footsteps moving down the stairs before I can get out my bedroom door, but even as Mason heads down, I’m right behind him. “Any idea who that is?” I ask him.
“No clue.”
He heads for the front door and unlocks it, glancing out the window before swinging it open. “Lizzy, what’s going on? What are you doing here so early?”
He steps out of the way and she steps inside. She looks frazzled, her blonde hair unbrushed and smudges of makeup below her eyes. “I couldn’t sleep,” she admits, “River took me to this club and she put this crazy idea into my head and I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it,” she rambles until she runs out of breath.
“Easy, slow down. What are you talking about, what club?” Mason asks her.
She paces back and forth. “Ecstasia. It’s this club where it’s all about ‘free love,’ I guess, they’re super LGBT friendly and they cater to a large polyamorous crowd.”
“Poly whatsit?” I ask.
“Polyamorous,” she repeats, “It means you can love and be in a relationship with more than one person at a time.”
There’s a term for that? It’s a real thing, not just my own selfishness?
“Ok, so what is this crazy idea you’ve got?” Mason asks cautiously.
“I’m in love with Trent,” she blurts out.
My jaw drops and I start to speak, but she holds up a finger, “And so are you, aren’t you, Mason?”
The words stun me, and I expect our friend to protest. When I look at him, he hesitates, but I think we’d both know if he was anything but a hundred percent honest right now. “Yes,” he says quietly.
“But I thought you…” I look from him to Lizzy, and he grimaces.
“Yeah. It’s…complicated.”
Lizzy looks confused, until Mason sighs. “It’s why neither one of us went after you back in college, we both knew the other had feelings for you, and we didn’t want to hurt each other,” he explains.
“Oh,” her voice is tiny when she replies.
“But where are you going with this, Lizzy?” Mason demands, looking embarrassed, “Trent doesn’t swing that way, and you’re not into me like that, so the pieces aren’t lining up.”
“I might-” I say, just as Lizzy also speaks up and says: “But I am.”
“What?” he asks.
Lizzy looks at me, eyes wide. “Um…you go first.”
I look at Mason. “Look, I don’t know what the hell I’d label it, I haven’t gotten that far yet, but I know that when I look at my future, I see you in it. I always have. I pictured both of us as old men in rocking chairs on a front porch somewhere with our wives at our side, but…”
I turn from him to Lizzy, “I also kind of pictured you being on that porch with us. Maybe I was wrong about the ‘wives’ part and we were always just meant to share the girl that we both love.”
Lizzy’s blue eyes welled with tears. “I kind of like that idea,” she admitted, then turned to Mason, “Because I’ve been in love with you just as long as I’ve loved Trent. I just never thought I stood a chance with you, especially once you told me you were in love with him, too.”
“And you wouldn’t date him, either, because you didn’t want to hurt me.”
“I still don’t,” she says, brushing tears from her cheeks, “I’m worried that by just crashing the party with no warning, I’ve messed up your whole life.”
Mason takes a step over to her and dries her tears with his thumbs, clutching her face in both hands. “Life wasn’t whole until you came back,” he tells her firmly.
She reaches up and wraps her hand around his wrist, leaning in slowly.
I watch as the two of them share their first kiss, and for the first time, instead of feeling jealous, I feel something else stirring inside me.
A desire so raw and intense that it makes me ache.
Finally, they part, and she looks at me, her gaze worried and searching. Mason turns to me, and I can see the dazed expression on his face. I know that expression. I know that feeling. Lizzy’s kiss is earth-shattering.
I find myself wondering how mine compares.
I grip the back of my best friend’s head and kiss him, and the sensations pour over me in waves. It’s so different than anything I’ve ever experienced before, rougher, more equal somehow. I’ve never actually kissed anyone who’s taller than I am, and it’s bizarre to be tilted upwards for a change.
But for all of the new weirdness I’m feeling, there’s also sort of an underlying sense of rightness. I may not know how it impacts my identity, but this is just the confirmation I’d needed to know the truth.
I am in love with my best friend. Both of them, in fact, but one of them is definitely more of a shocking revelation than the other.
When I finally pull away, I’m pleased to see that he looks just as starry-eyed and dumbstruck as he had after kissing Lizzy. Guess I’m evenly matched.
“So what’s that word for what we are again?” I ask her, “Polyambur-”
She giggles. “Polyamorous.”
“Well, where exactly does that leave us?” Mason asks.
“Together, I guess,” I reply with a shrug, “Or are there rules to this that I don’t know about?”
Lizzy shakes her head. “It is what we make it. If we love each other, we’re all consenting adults, right? No reason we can’t all be together.”
It seemed like a flawless solution, almost impossibly simple. “What’s the catch?” Mason asks, echoing my thoughts.
“The catch is that it’s gonna take communication and work,” Lizzy says, “Even more than any other relationship.”
“Does that mean we should slow things down?” I ask.
She eyes me in dismay. “You mean…physically?”
I nod, and she looks from me to Mason. “If you two are comfortable diving right in, I’ve waited ten years for the two of you,” she says, “We can sort out the rest later.”
Mason laughs. “I’m in.”
“Me, too.”
She lets out a sigh of relief. “Oh, thank goodness,” she says, then kisses us both and pushes us back towards the couch until we’re both seated.
She kneels in front of us and reaches out with both hands into each of our laps. I have to admit, I’m impressed when she manages both buttons and zippers one-handed, especially my own since I know she’s not a lefty.
Once she’s gotten both of us free, she glances at Mason for a moment before she wraps her long fingers around the base of his swollen shaft.
She turns to me next, with a question in her eyes, and I give her the faintest of nods in wordless consent.
What kind of idiot says no to everything he’s ever wanted?
Her left hand coils around my cock in a firm grip that steals my breath. Her palm is warm and silky, despite the strength of her hand, but the combination of that steel grip wrapped in satin feels un-fucking-believable.
The sounds of pleasure I hear coming from beside me indicate that Mason’s having a hell of a time, too. I can’t help myself, and I glance over. Lizzy is jacking Mason off with the same careful, measured pace she’s using on me, and when I tear my eyes away from his dick to finally look at his face, his eyes are closed and his head falls back against the couch as he groans.
I wonder if I could get him to make noises like that, faces like that.
So, when Lizzy leans in towards my erection and laps the beads of precum from the head of my cock, I decide to see if maybe I can. I reach over and place my hand gently over Lizzy’s, prying it away to replace it with my own. She glances up, and I see the corners of her lips curl in a small smile.
She slowly removes her hand, leaving me to the task at hand while she takes more of me between those plush, rosy lips.
I slowly start to move my hand, and it’s strange. I’ve never held a dick that wasn’t my own, and while Mason’s pretty close to me in size, it’s just a little different. He curves slightly to the left.
I expect him to look at me and say something, maybe rib me or tell me I need to work on my technique, but his eyes remain shut, his lips slightly parted and his breath coming fast. “Fuck, Trent,” he groans.
The sound spurs me on, and I keep going, pleased that I’m the one getting that reaction from him now. Not bad for a first-timer.
Lizzy is beginning to work her mouth along the length of my cock, and it feels so good it’s hard to maintain my focus. Her hand works whatever she can’t fit down her throat, at least until she gains a little more confidence and sinks down lower.
I can feel every inch of my shaft enveloped in her warm, wet heat, and I realize she’s deep-throating me, swallowing all of my cock like it’s effortless.
“Fuck, that’s hot,” I hear Mason say.
I glance up to see that his eyes are no longer closed. He’s sitting up again, his face still twisted in pleasure as he watches Lizzy blow me.
I grip his dick a little tighter and quicken my thrusts. “Holy shit, yes, oh, fuck,” he groans, “Fuck, you feel so good, Trent.”
Fuck. The noises, the expressions on his face, and the sound of him groaning my name, especially when paired with Lizzy’s oral skills, is all just too fucking much. “Lizzy, I’m gonna cum,” I warn, my breath coming fast as I try to keep myself together.
I give her the opportunity to pull away, but she seems to have no desire to stop, and when I fill her mouth with a massive load, she gamely swallows every drop.
My hand-job kind of wound up on the backburner, and Lizzy takes over while I try to recover from the mind-blowing climax.
My ears are ringing and I can barely feel my limbs, so I’m happy to let her, enjoying the show as she gives Mason a turn with her talented mouth, her tongue flicking out to take a taste of the precum beading at his tip.
I have to hand it to Mason, he was absolutely correct. It’s fucking hot to watch Lizzy suck dick, and it’s just as stirring to watch the other man’s face contort in pleasure.
Even as my shaft is still cooling from the drying traces of Lizzy’s saliva and I’m coming down from the best orgasm of my life, I find myself getting turned on again. Watching them is just so arousing that my cock is already stirring back to rock-hard readiness.
And I just can’t resist; my hand gravitates down towards the throbbing erection and I start to stroke it while I watch Lizzy get Mason deeper and deeper down her throat. His hands tangle in her long blonde curls and she slides up and down along every inch, and I know from experience just how fucking good that mouth feels, her tongue dragging slow along the underside until she reaches the head.
I watch her ass bounce as she moves along his length, still encased in a pair of tight black yoga pants under an oversized t-shirt. That’s no fun. I decide it’s time to make the playing field a bit more level. I get up and move behind her, sliding my fingers under the waistband and skimming the fabric over her body and exposing the bare flesh underneath.
She twitches a little when my fingers brush certain ticklish points, but there’s no protest when I slide both pants and her panties down over the swell of her hips and thighs to reveal the smooth, creamy skin underneath.
I can see the slick wetness on her inner thighs, and my dick throbs in response, practically aching to sink into her soaking wet pussy.
Reluctantly, I do come to my senses somewhat and duck hastily up the stairs, throwing open my nightstand drawer and retrieving a long strip of foil packets.
When I return, they’ve barely noticed my absence. Lizzy is wrapped up in her task, and Mason is lost in pleasure. I rip a packet off the strip and I roll the condom quickly and carefully down my length before getting down onto my knees behind Lizzy.
I reach between her silky-soft thighs, and a mewling whimper escapes her as I slip a finger between her slick folds, exploring until I find that sensitive little bud that makes her cry out.
Mason’s eyes open and he looks down. I continue to tease Lizzy’s clit while she sucks Mason off, and even muffled by the dick in her mouth, her moans are loud enough to echo through the room.
My cock pulses with need and I decide I can’t wait a single second longer. I position myself between her legs and pause for a moment, giving her a moment to stop me if that’s what she wants. But her hips rock back, urging me on, and I make the slow slide into her tight pussy.
Her walls grip me like a vice, and it feels like I’ve reached fucking nirvana when I sink all the way into her. “Oh, fuck,” I groan softly.
“Trent.”
I look up at Mason, and before I know what’s happening, my friend bends down, grabbing the back of my head, and his lips crash against mine.
I’m surprised all over again by the way it feels. Kissing Mason feels good, but even more than that, it feels right. Almost like I’ve finally come home. Both of them are my home.
I reach down and go back to playing with her clit while my hips pump forward and keep driving into her. She shudders and whimpers and I feel her tightening around me. I want to know what it feels like when she cums all over my cock.
I want to feel that tight pussy convulse around me while she shakes and screams in pleasure.
Mason’s lips peel away from mine. His breath is coming faster and faster. “Oh, fuck, oh, fuck, Lizzy, yes, fuck,” he groans, his fingers tightening in her hair.
My hips involuntarily pump faster, driven by the arousing sight, and when Mason’s eyes roll back and he lets out a hoarse shout, I thrust forward, driving deep, deep into Lizzy’s cunt and drawing a muffled scream from her lips even as she’s trying to gulp down Mason’s load.
When she lifts her head, I can hear how hard she’s panting. “Please, Trent, don’t stop. I’m so fucking close, please make me cum,” she begs, rocking her hips back against me.
“Just let go, baby,” I coax, slamming into her again and continuing to work my fingers faster and faster on her clit, “Cum for me, cum all over my cock.”
“Oh, just like that,” she whimpers, “Yes, yes, oh, fuck, yes!”
Her moaned words escalate to a shriek of pure pleasure, and I feel the tightening and pulsing of her inner walls around my shaft as the orgasm rips through her.
And her climax is enough to draw another, sudden orgasm out of me, exploding through my body and knocking the fucking wind out of me.
I pour my second load into the condom between us. I’ve never cum twice in a row that fast before, and it’s more intense than I expected it to be. My limbs are numb, and I can see my hands trembling as I pull out and dispose of the condom.
“Wow,” Lizzy mutters, splayed on the couch beside Mason.
He wraps an arm around her, pulling her close, and gestures for me to come join them. I sit on her other side and she snuggles between us. Naked, on our couch.
It was the last thing I expected, but somehow, it just makes sense. It’s like my future is finally in focus, and I can see the three of us rocking on an old front porch somewhere. Together, the way it’s meant to be.