Over the Top — K.D. West

A tale of desire, frustration, romance, and and a friendly helping... mouth

Danny and Suzie, Jamie and Luz had been planning on coming up here after graduation, just the four of them, for a year. It had been a kind of fantasy of being grownups, running off to the woods for a couple of weeks, away from the world, away from families.... No one to watch who slept in which bedroom.

Fantasy, sure, but unspoken promise as well. Sex in the cabin. Sex by the lake. Two couples, each doing what couples do.

Only that was before Suzie and Danny decided to be mature and break it off, since they were going to be heading off to different schools and long-distance relationships never work. Danny had been the idiot to start that conversation. Suzie somberly told him two days before they left that she'd taken a job waiting tables, so she wouldn't be coming and making things uncomfortable. So: one couple. And Danny. No more schoolboy fantasy. Not for him, anyway.

And Danny's bedroom was right below Luz and Jamie's, and so night after night he got to listen to his friends doing... what couples do.

(M/F/M ménage à trois, M/F new adult erotic romance)

Extract::

Two sets of hands pull him up, lead him out of the tub, wrap him in a towel and dry him off. Two sets of arms pull him into a warm, trembling hug.

Love.

Through the towel, Danny's cock strains against Luz's round, wide belly.

“Danny,” Jamie says, and Danny can hear the hesitancy in his friend's voice. “Danny, how can we...?”

“We're so sorry, Danny. We didn't think of... Of how loud we were being. Right above you. That really wasn't fair of us.”

“No, no, no, it's not you,” Danny hisses. “It's me. I'm just... twisted. I'm sick. I...”

“You miss her, don't you, Danny,” says Jamie, and Danny feels what little blood isn't pooled in his pelvis rushing to his face.

They know. They know how he's aching for Suzie. How he's regretting...

Rubbing himself bloody thinking about...

“Danny, we understand.” It is Luz's voice this time and new shame floods Danny, knowing that Luz knows. That Luz, who thinks of him as a friend, as a good guy, knowing that she knows that he dreams of girls' pussies and asses and breasts. Of Luz's pussy even when he dreams of Suzie. “We're sorry, Danny.”

“Maybe...” Jamie mutters. “Maybe we can help you out a bit. Maybe Luz...”