I open my eyes and look for Sam in the crowd – there he is!
He’s dancing with the beautiful girl we met at the entrance…I think her name was… Alisha… yeah, Alisha.
His eyes meet mine and he knows I gotta get out this place, he always knows when I’ve had one too many drinks.
He runs over to me, kicking people out of his way, grabs me by the arms and gets me out.

The next thing I know: I’m sitting next to Sam in an Uber, my hair getting slowly stroked by… Alisha!

Why is she here?

She’s mumbling something I can’t understand, but her softly spoken words soothe my mind. I feel better, way better to be true.
We arrive at our place and I stumble up the stairs, happy to finally be home.

I head straight to the bathroom.
I close the door behind me and stare at myself in the mirror.

Why is Alisha here?!

I mean, I do think she’s gorgeous, but Sam and I haven’t really talked this fantasy of ours through.

Fuck it, let’s just not… think.

Suddenly, a flash of the alcohol hits me and a warm feeling streams through my body.

I splash some water on my face and start hearing some music playing outside.

Sam must’ve dimmed the lights and lit some candles, because peeking out the bathroom door I can see the shadow of Alisha’s body, projected on the wall.
Damn.

Her curls, the line of her back and the curves of her breasts – how can a shadow already be so seductive?

It moves to the rhythm of the music and I can’t keep my eyes off it.

Then another shadow appears. It’s Sam’s.

His hands slide over her back, then to her neck and after pulling her closer, their faces melt into one shadow.

The way they keep kissing each other, touching each other, pulling and pushing, looks like a mystical creature making love to itself.

Now one of the shadows gets on top of the other, but I can’t really make out which one it is.

The shadows of their lips and tongues intertwined are so clearly projected on the wall that I almost forget they are making out in real life just behind that corner.
Their heavy breathing grows louder and louder.

Holy shit.

This is it. I have to go over there; I can’t hold back any longer.

I step into the light and their lips pull away. Alisha climbs down from Sam and sits next to him onto the couch.

She reaches out in my direction, her fingers gesturing for me to approach.

After a few steps, I finally fall into her arms.
I tell her I must kiss her and without hesitation, she presses her lips against mine.
I’ve never felt anything softer and while feeling her tongue play with mine, I can’t think of anything else but of how her pussy tastes.

While Alisha and I are twisting around each other, Sam looks for something in our bedroom drawer.
The rattling sound catches me off guard.
I know what’s in that drawer. It’s where we keep our toys.

Sam calls us, breaking up our make out session.

Alisha jumps, squeezes my hand and drags me to the bedroom.

Sam is already lying there half naked, and signals us to join him.

Alisha turns to me, takes me by the shoulders, spins me around until my back faces her.
She slides her hands up my back, slowly unzipping my top. The metal zipper hits the floor.
I turn around and her hands are already unbuttoning my jeans. With each inch of them falling off, she kisses her way down my thighs, stopping right before my feet.
She stands, slips out of her dress in a flash and pushes me onto the bed.

Sam and Alisha have their hands on me now, and I can’t help but to give in to that feeling.

I’ve never wanted anything more than this.

While Sam kisses me, Alisha makes her way between my thighs.

I watch her fingers slide into me, while her mouth opens up right before my lap.

Slowly, her tongue starts licking both sides of my clit.
One flick after another.

Shit.

The circular motion of her fingers makes me dizzy.
I try opening my eyes and blurrily see Sam fiddling around with his phone.

What´s he trying to do?

He slips out an abstract, curvy looking thing, lubes it up and presses a button to make it vibrate.

While Alisha keeps fingering me, she lets out a quick squeal as the device vibrates on her pussy. She lifts her head, and her eyes flash with intensity as Sam shoves it deeper into her.

Alisha’s moans fill the room, and my eyes are glued to her body squirming on the bed.

Sam hands me his phone and tells me to control her.

Control her?

I play with the different settings on the screen. I shift into each pattern, and Alisha’s fingers dig deeper into my flesh.
Sam teases her with his hands while twisting his dick.
Making eye contact with Sam, I know I’m not the only one enjoying this moment.

I level up the intensity, and toss the phone aside and quickly get on top of Alisha.

Her legs are wrapped around me and her mouth is pressed on my neck.
I can feel her mounting up to climax and hold her down with my hands.

I want to see her face when she cums.
I want to see the glimmer in her eyes when her body just can’t take it anymore.

Her nails scratch my back and I know she’s almost there.
Her moans are now melding with the music from the living room while she finally cums, the vibrator still inside of her.

She lets go of my body and falls into the softness of the mattress.

“Now get that thing out of me!” She laughs.

“As you wish,” I whisper, grabbing the phone off the bed, turning the toy off and slowly retrieving it out her pussy.

Sweaty and with a fat smile on her face, her breathing slowly returns to normal.

I still can’t believe what happened.
I turn to Sam and he’s smiling like a kid that just got a lollipop after his visit to the dentist.

I lie between them, heat emanating from their bodies.

My eyelids are heavy. It’s been a long night.