Gilding the Lilly

Leaving me alone with Simon and my dear Lilly. She was radiant. She was obviously in LOVE with Simon and equally obviously, he loved her with his whole being. It is a beautiful thing to see. My friends' happiness makes me very happy. They were also very sneaky. Somehow, I hadn't noticed that his shirt and her blouse were now unbuttoned almost all the way. UHHHHHH. Well, DAYAM. Uhhhhh well. They moved slowly across the few feet that separated us and Lilly said, in an almost breathless and quiet voice, “Charlotte, we would like to talk to you about something important.” All the time Lilly's hand was inside Simon's shirt, slowly rubbing up and down those rippling muscles I had felt through that same shirt while he was hugging me, earlier. Something halfway between a moan and a deep purr was coming from his throat.

“Charlotte, dear,” Lilly began, “You know that I have loved you for a very long time. We are so much alike and you are so sweet.” My eyebrows were trying to climb up my forehead and into my hairline wondering where this was going. “Simon and I have been wanting to add a third person to our lovemaking and we want that person to be you.” That last sentence rushed out as if she was afraid that if she didn't get it said, I would evaporate and all would be lost. Oh my. My knees really did start to collapse at that point. They both reached out and took hold of my arms to keep me from being a heap on the floor. Lilly's hand went to the back of my neck and with gentle pressure, she guided me toward Simon and suddenly his warm lips, so alive and feeling full of electricity were against mine, his tongue parting them and slipping inside, exploring, eagerly, tenderly, then more insistently, Lilly pulling us tightly together, her body moulding to mine, his pressing against me, those rippling muscles again demanding my attention, and, especially, another 'muscle' making itself known.

“Oh my, yes,” I managed as we broke for a breath. “Come with me,” I whispered, “and Cum with me, too.”