Chapter 1: Introduction at a bar
I hung back, watching the line form outside of The Den-est, one of the hottest bars downtown. The line moved slow, and the aroma of cheap cigarettes and beer permeated the air. Hell, I wasn't even in the mood for beer, but it was Friday night, and I needed to get out of the house. As I wet my lips with my tongue, I scanned the growing crowd, my eyes finally landing on three women waiting near the entrance.
Jill stood apart from the others, leaning against the brick wall, hands crossed over her hips.
Her short, dark hair and sharp, black eyes made her look like she could take on the world. She didn't notice me checking her out, but her friend Andrea did. Andrea's eyes met mine, and she smirked, pushing a strand of her medium black hair behind her ear. She was a stark contrast to Jill, with her soft curves and femme energy, yet just as captivating.
It was quite obvious that they were a couple of lesbians. Even so, I thought they were kind of interesting. My fantasy and imagination started to run free.
I could see myself sandwiched between Andrea and Jill, their hands exploring every inch of my body. I could imagine the sensation of their tongues, their teeth, their fingers. I could even feel the throbbing in my cock.
I pushed my way through the crowd, my eyes locked on the couple. As I approached, Jill pushed off from the wall, her eyes now on me. She gave me a once-over, her gaze lingering on my crotch before meeting my eyes again.
"You got enough courage in those balls to talk to us, pretty boy?" she asked, her voice smooth and confident.
"I just wanted to say hi"
"don't get wrong. We don't need petty men around us" said Jill
"come on, Jill. He is kind of cute. We can talk a little bit with him don't you think?" said Andrea.
Her voice was soft, but there was a steeliness to it that made me pause. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest, my cock twitching in my pants. These women were something else.
Jill smirked, pushing off from the wall. "Alright, pretty boy. Let's hear what you've got to say." She took a step closer, her voice dropping to a low purr. "But make it good. We don't have time for bullshit."
I took a deep breath, trying to steady my nerves. "I'm Fred. I saw you two and...
I don't know, I felt drawn to you." I paused, looking from Jill to Andrea and back again. "I've never been with two women before, but I've always wondered what it would be like."
Jill chuckled, a low, throaty sound that sent shivers down my spine. "Is that right, pretty boy? You want to be our little experiment? ... or do you think you can fuck both of us? forget about it."
Andrea placed a hand on Jill's arm, silencing her. "He seems genuine, Jill. Let's give him a chance.
"In fact I feel ... I don't know ... like giving up control to you both ... I guess this is my fantasy since I saw you"
I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper.
Jill raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on her lips. "You want to be our little bitch, is that it?"
I swallowed hard, my cock throbbing at the thought. "Yes," I whispered, feeling a sense of relief and excitement wash over me.
Andrea's eyes widened in surprise, but Jill just laughed, a deep, throaty sound that made my cock twitch. "Well, we can't have you walking around with blue balls now, can we?" she said, placing a hand on my chest and pushing me back against the wall.
"You're going to come with us, pretty boy. And we're going to show you exactly what it means to be our little bitch."
I nodded, my heart pounding in my chest as I followed them out of the bar and into the cool night air. We walked down the street, the sound of our footsteps echoing in the silence. I could feel the weight of their gazes on me, the anticipation building with each step.
Finally, we reached their apartment building, a old Victorian house that had seen better days. As we climbed the stairs, I could feel my cock straining against my pants, begging for release.