ME, MY GIRLFRIEND, AND HER BEST FRIEND: PART FOUR - Day Three free porn video

MARCH 2007

The sun had been up for almost two hours before I woke up on the floor of the living room.  The cobwebs in my head cleared as I registered where I was.  I was lying on my side and could feel the warmth of Belinda's naked body against my chest.  My arm was draped across her.  In front of her was the sleeping form of Marcella.  We'd had an amazing night.

I sat up and yawned as quietly as I could.  Staring down at the two of them, I smiled in silence.  During all of the years that had passed, I had seldom allowed myself to hope that the three of us might share just one more night together.  After everything we had talked about the previous evening, it was looking like there would be many more to come. 

I reached down to caress Belinda's bare shoulder.  Her body slowly rolled onto it's back and her eyes squinted open just wide enough to meet my admiring stare.  A warm smile spread across her face as the top of the white blanket she was under slid just below her perfect breasts.  I had no delusions about how lucky I was.  What the three of us were doing was NOT common.

“Hungry?” I asked.

“Starving.” she smiled.

I rose from the floor and ambled into the dining room where I'd left my pants the night before.  My boxers were still in a wet clump in the backyard beside the pool.  I slipped into my slacks, commando and headed into the kitchen.

I dug around in the fridge and whipped up a quick breakfast.  When I entered the dining room, Belinda and Marcella were seated at the table.  Marcella was wearing my white undershirt. Belinda was wearing my tuxedo shirt and they both looked amazing in the soft morning light.  No one spoke as we ate our first meal together.

After breakfast, we decided to watch a movie.  Upon entering the living room, Marcella casually pulled the white tee shirt over her head and tossed it aside.  Belinda followed suit and slid out of the dress shirt.  I smiled at them as they cuddled up to one another in front of the couch before I slipped out of my dress slacks.  We all sat together on the floor, leaning against the couch, naked and happy.  They sat on either side of me and we all held onto one another, sharing the occasional kiss.  There was no jealousy or awkwardness...  Only joy.  It was a glimpse of the future we had been talking about.  It was paradise.

After the movie, we walked, naked, into the backyard and bright daylight. We climbed into the hot tub. We smoked cigarettes and discussed the future.  We smiled and we kissed.  After a while we decided to shower.

We stepped into the shower, kissing and washing each others bodies under the cascading warm water.  Marcella picked up the woman's razor that was set on the tiled window sill.  She then rubbed the flat area just above her narrow slit with her fingertips.  

"I'm getting a little stubbly down there..." she observed.  

Typically, Marcella was completely shaved down there and I had to admit, it was a look I enjoyed.  She stood 5'4.  Her Long straight hair was naturally black.  She had recently added some blond hi-lights that fell in random strands that looked really sexy and suited her well.  Her body was tan and lean, save for her natural C-cup breasts.

Belinda and I watched as Marcella sat down on the tile seat of the walk in shower.  She then lathered up some shaving gel and spread it all over her pubic region.

"How often do you have to shave it?" Belinda asked curiously.

"Like, every three or four days." Marcella replied casually.  "Sometimes I get it waxed and that lasts a lot longer, but it hurts like a bitch."

"I've done a bikini wax before but never all of it." Belinda admitted.

Marcella carefully positioned the razor against the flat skin of her lower tummy, just above the foam triangle she had made and gently drug it downward.  "You've never shaved it all off?"

"No." Belinda answered absently as Marcella cut another line into the white lather.

Marcella smiled up at her.  "Do you want to?"  

Belinda smiled shyly.  Marcella then asked me "What do you think Chico?"

I looked at her beautiful (then half shaved) pussy and smiled.  "Absolutely."

Marcella finished up and rinsed off.  She then sat Belinda down and lathered up some more shaving gel.  "Spread 'em." Marci chaffed before applying the lather to Belinda's crotch, paying extra care to her short black landing strip.  She then handed the razor to Belinda.  As I watched Belinda render her pussy completely bare for the first time since she was a little girl, my cock began to grow in time with my pulse.  Belinda was busy being ultra careful not to cut herself, so naturally Marcella noticed my growing manhood first.

"Jesus, Chico! she laughed.  Belinda looked up to see my hardening phallus.  She smiled and went back to work.  "You know what?..  We should shave you too." Marcella smiled as she wrapped her arms around me.

"What?" I asked.  

I do my share of man-scaping, but had never had the desire to shave myself down there...  Again, I would've done anything to make them happy.

"Yeah.  We should shave you.” Marci continued.  “Then all three of us can be all smooth like little kids." she smiled.  

She hadn't said it seductively or anything, but it was still just so fucking sexy.  

My cock finally rose to full attention.  Marcella moved closer to me, letting her wet breasts brush against my chest.  She lowered her right hand and found my swollen member and began to lightly slide a loose fist up and down it.  She leaned in closer.  Her breath was hot on my lips.  "Think of it Chico.  We can all pretend we're little kids and we can play 'I'll show you mine if you show me yours.'  Then you can tell us that your dick tastes like strawberries and trick us into sucking it."  She moaned, oozing sexuality as she pushed her soft breasts against me.  "Fun, right?"

I smiled.

Belinda was finishing up as Marcella spread the lather along the base of my shaft.  She then spread it down all over my balls, then up above my steel cock.  Belinda handed her the razor as she rinsed off her own newly hairless pussy.  It really did look amazing.

Belinda was also 5'4.  She had long light brown hair that hung in wild natural curls.  Her complexion was darker than mine, but lighter than Marcella's.  Her ass, crotch and B-cup breasts were much paler than the rest of her body thanks to the two piece bikini she always wore.  She clearly spent a lot of time at the beach.

Marcella had gotten down on her knees in front of me.  "Belinda.  Come down here and hold his dick for me." Marci politely requested.

Belinda joined her on her knees and gripped the tip of my cock as Marcella placed the razor carefully against the base of my shaft.  She then drug it back slowly, cutting a line into the lather on my cock.  She worked her way around it, getting Belinda to hold it upward to get underneath, the whole time, making sure I was comfortable.

Once she was finished with the bottom of the shaft, she went to work on the area above.  I was still as hard as a rock.  She drug the razor in slow careful lines, cutting away at the foamy triangle as she smiled at Belinda who was still holding on to my cock.  "You can jerk him off if you want to."  

She had said it so casually that it sent another surge of blood down into my groin.  Belinda laughed playfully and began to gently stroke my wet shaft as Marci finished off the top area.

As Belinda softly stroked me, Marcella pushed my knees apart and told Belinda to angle my cock upward.  Belinda followed Marcella's instructions and Marci delicately pinched the skin at the bottom of my scrotum.  Belinda watched with a broad smile as Marcella pulled my sack until the skin was flat.  She then placed the razor just under my cock and slowly drug it downward leaving in it's wake a clean and hairless line.  Belinda giggled and Marcella turned to her.  "Pour some conditioner on it."

Belinda smiled.  "What about soap?"

I laughed.  "No soap.  That shit burns."

"Oh." Belinda cooed as she rolled her eyes.

With that, Belinda poured a generous portion of conditioner into her palm and wrapped her fingers around me.  She formed a tight ring and began slipping it up and down my shaft, careful to keep it aimed upward as Marcella continued to carefully shave my scrotum.  Belinda was smiling up at me.  "Does that feel okay?"

"It feels fucking amazing." I laughed.  It really did.  She tightened her grip and continued to jerk me slow and slippery.

Marcella finished the front and sides of my sack and then asked me to sit on the tile seat.  I sat down and placed my feet up by my ass so that Marcella could get the underside.  As Marcella continued her work, Belinda continued her slippery hand-job  I let out a soft moan to which Marcella said "Tell me if you're about to cum Chico.  I don't wanna accidentally cut your balls off or anything."

I laughed briefly before going back to moaning at Belinda's slippery touch.

Marcella finally finished and I was told to stand up and rinse myself off.  When I finished up, she and Belinda took a moment to admire my new 'smooth' look.  Belinda then dropped back down to her knees in front of me and poured some more conditioner into her palm.  She then spread it onto her other hand.  I slid my arm around Marcella's waist as she stood at my side and we both watched Belinda resume her work, only this time, she had come up with a new method.

She lubed my cock with the conditioner again, only this time she used both hands.  She slid her right hand down the length of my shaft and then followed it immediately with her left.  By the time her left hand had reached the bottom, she had brought her right hand back to the top and continued to stroke me with both fists, one after the other, so that it was a constant downward motion.  The feeling was incredible.

"Yeah, stroke that big smooth cock." Marcella purred before kissing me deeply on the lips.

Belinda continued her amazing new hand-job method and in just a couple of minutes, I was nearing orgasm.  I put my hands on my hips and moaned aloud.  Marcella reached down and used the excess conditioner to give me a slippery ball massage while Belinda slid her fists down my lubed cock.

"Oh...  Oh fuck." I moaned.  Then Marcella took it one step further.

"Tell him to cum on your face." Marcella smiled down at Belinda.

Belinda leaned back and closed her eyes.  "Cum on my face baby...  I want you to cum all over my face."

She tightened her grip and forced her slippery fists down my cock until an explosion of sticky white cum blasted across her forehead and settled in her damp hair.  A second blast hit her directly on her eyelid.  A third sputtered out across her upper lip and the last remaining gushes dribbled down her neck and breasts.

Marcella happily wiped Belinda's face with a rag and Belinda opened her eyes.  She continued to softly stroke me and my nerve endings felt like they were on fire.  She smiled up at me and giggled like a school girl.

She finally let go of my cock and rose to her feet.  Marcella washed Belinda's face and hair for her and the three of us kissed and laughed at our latest exploit before stumbling out of the shower and drying off.  We all giggled playfully at our new shaved parts, then lazily ambled back into the living room to lay back down on the floor together.

It was around 11AM by then and I couldn't take my eyes off of their naked bodies.  It was relatively warm in the house and neither of them made any effort to cover themselves.  

'Could it really be like this all the time from now on?' I wondered.  I thought to myself about how much I must have suffered in my previous lives to be so lucky in this one.  I had never been happier before in my entire life.

Time passed easily and, before long, we were all at a loss for what to do next.  Surely, we would want to play with each others freshly shaved parts, I thought.  Truthfully, just being there with the two of them was enough to keep me happy.  We spent the next half hour just talking and laughing together.  We spoke briefly about Belinda's boyfriend Bruce.  About Marcella's husband John.  About my pseudo-girlfriend Amanda.  We didn't speak with concern or guilt though.  We simply acknowledged that we all had things to take care of, but we soon resolved that today was not the day for such concerns.  Today was for us.

Somehow, the conversation drifted back to the photos stored in my phone.  Some were of the two of them.  Some were of other girls I had dated.  They asked me questions about the girls in the pictures.  I asked them questions too.  We talked about all kinds of experiences without guilt or judgment  It was incredible.  I then confessed that of all of the experiences I'd had, I still thought about the two of them (when I jerked off) with more frequency than anything or anyone else.

“Okay, okay...  What is the ONE THING that you think about the most?” Marcella asked with a smile.

“Summer of '99.” I said without a moments thought.

“Yeah, but which part?” she persisted.  “I mean, There's got to be one specific event that comes up more often than any of the others."

“Shit, I don't know.” I said.  “What about you?”

“That time with the 'Blow-Pop!'” Marcella spat enthusiastically. 

I knew exactly what she was talking about.

“Oh, yeah.  Wasn't that the second time we all hooked up?” Belinda chimed in.

“Technically, it was the third.” I said.  “What about you Belin?  Which one is your favorite?”

“The bathroom at Chuck's party.” she smiled.

“Ha-ha!  Which time?” Marcella laughed.  "We probably fucked in there like twenty times!"

After more laughter, we all fell silent for a while.  Then, Marcella suddenly shot up as if she'd been struck by lightning.  “You guys know what we should do today?” she paused.  “We should re-enact each of our favorite memories!”

“I'm in.” I erupted.

"Me too!" Belinda agreed.

We all decided we would re-enact Marcella's memory first, since hers was the most specific...



DEJA VU – PART I: MARCELLA

The three of us sat there on the living room floor as Marcella recounted every single detail she could remember from that day that had taken place eight years earlier in the living room of my mothers house.  Her memory was very vivid, and although Belinda and I remembered that day as well, there were a few details that we had either forgotten, or were never even aware of.  Once Marcella had finally completed the story, we set about recreating it as well as we could.

Marcella took Belinda by the hand and disappeared into Gracie's old bedroom and began digging through her closet as I put on my slacks and under shirt.  After almost fifteen minutes, they returned.  They were both wearing short skirts that I remembered Gracie wearing back in high school.  Belinda was wearing a tight fitting spaghetti strap top and Marcella had on a short sleeve blouse that buttoned in the front.  They both looked absolutely gorgeous.

Marcella sat me down in a chair across from the couch.  She then stood next to Belinda and faced me.  “Okay...  It's 1999.  I'm 19 years old.  Johnny, you're 19 too and Belinda, you're 20..." she smiled as she looked straight at me.  "So, One week ago, we were at your mom's house while she was at work.  We all got naked in the backyard while we were tanning and we all ended up having sex.”  She smiled, her excitement clearly showing.  “It was the first time you and I had ever done it.  It was also the first time Belinda and I ever went down on each other.  The next day was kinda weird between all of us and a few days later I finally talked to Belinda about it and found out that we were all cool with everything.  That's when Belinda and I came up with our little plan.  So now it's a week later, and the three of us are at your mom's empty house again.”

Marcella then nudged Belinda.  Following her cue, Belinda walked over to me and pulled me to my feet.  “Baby.....” she paused before turning to Marcella.  “This is so weird...”.

“Just say it.” Marcella playfully pleaded.

“Fine.”  Belinda huffed as she turned back to me.  “Baby.  I talked to Marci and she's totally cool with everything that happened last week.”  Marcella looked around the room pretending not to hear her.  Belinda's eyes grew more serious.  “Actually, she was kinda into it...  So we came up with an idea.” Belinda giggled, momentarily unable to stay in character.

“Be serious Belin!” Marcella laughed.  "It'll be more fun if you do it serious."

“Okay, okay!...”  Belinda straightened her face once more and leveled her eyes at me.  “So, we decided that we wanted to put on a little show for you.” she hissed dramatically as she reached down to my crotch.  She slowly unzipped my pants and reached inside.  When her delicate fingers found my cock, she slowly pulled it out into the open air, exposing it to Marcella.

Clearly, as teenagers, we had all seen too many porn movies.

Belinda reached over and took hold of my wrist.  She then placed my hand over my cock and squeezed it closed around it.  “And we want you to watch us.” she whispered with genuine conviction.  She then wrapped her hand around mine and began sliding it back and forth along my hardening shaft.  "And we want you to make yourself cum." she oozed as she stepped away from me.  She then walked over to Marcella and they sat side by side on the couch. 

Marcella reached into her purse and produced a single strand of red licorice and began unwrapping it.  “Okay, now pretend this is a 'Blow-Pop.'” she smiled.  With that, she turned to Belinda and said: “That's when you started kissing me.”

I watched them lean together and begin to softly peck each other on the lips.  They were both so beautiful, and in a magical way, it was taking me back to that day from our past.  Slowly, and with a feigned bashfulness, they began to open their mouths wider before finally beginning to touch tongues.  I watched the kiss grow deeper and more passionate for almost two full minutes before Marcella cleared her throat, prompting Belinda to move into the next part of the story. 

Belinda's delicate hands rose from her lap and found their way to the top button on Marcella's blouse.  I watched Marcella shyly lean back as Belinda began to unfasten each button.  Marci put a pretty convincing look of shock on her face as Belinda moved down the buttons.  “I thought we were only gonna kiss at first." Marcella narrated.  "I never thought Belinda would take my shirt off in front of you before she took off hers.” she gasped as Belin pulled the last button.  Belin then pulled the front of the shirt wide open and let it fall down past Marcella's shoulders, exposing her tan firm breasts.  "I wasn't wearing a bra that day.  I wasn't sure if Belinda knew that or not, but I suddenly felt really exposed."  Marcella then handed the licorice whip to Belinda.  “I could see you start rubbing your cock out of the corner of my eye.  I knew you were looking at my boobs and thinking about having sex with me... And I liked it, but I was still embarrassed” she paused as I began to jerk off.  “Then Belinda started rubbing the lolly-pop on my chest.”

Belinda took the licorice whip and wet it in her mouth before dragging the sticky tip of it across Marcella's dark erect nipple.  Then she bent down and drew Marcella's nipple into her mouth and tongued at it.  Marcella then began telling us more about what was going through her mind back then.  She lightly giggled “You know, when you started sucking that sticky stuff off of my nipple, for some reason, I started pretending it was cum.” 

"Seriously?" Belinda looked up at her, smiling.  

"Ha-ha!  Yeah...  I felt totally exposed, but all I kept thinking about was having Johnny's cum on my tits and the feel of your tongue licking it off.” Marcella ruminated.

"That's fucking hot." Belinda giggled as she continued tonguing Marcella's nipple.

Marcella then took the licorice whip from Belinda.  They began kissing again, only this time there was less reluctance.  Belinda briefly pulled away from her and grabbed the hem of her own clinging top.  With one swift jerk, it was over her head and tossed aside, leaving her in just her bra and skimpy skirt.  She then reached behind her back for the clasp as Marcella smiled at her.  "I was so glad when you took your shirt off.  I was starting to feel really naked for a while.  Then I was like, I guess our little show is gonna be a lot more than kissing.  Ha-ha!" she laughed as Belinda's bra went slack and fell off of her shoulders, exposing her small perky breasts.

I then pulled my tee shirt over my head as Marcella began to rub the wet tip of the licorice whip across Belinda's rising nipple.  Then, I unbuttoned my pants and let them slide down to the floor.  As I started stroking myself again, Marcella leaned into Belinda and began suckling the sticky licorice residue from her glistening nipple.  

Marcella then turned to me and giggled "I wanted to look at you so bad that day!  I remember I couldn't believe you got naked!  I had never seen a guy jerk off until that night on the deck and I SOOO wanted to watch you jack off and make yourself cum!"

"Really?" I asked as I stroked myself.

"Fuck yeah!" she howled before going back to sucking Belinda's nipple.

I was jerking off at a pretty rapid pace by that point.  The memories from that day combined with the new images I was seeing was overwhelming.  Marcella finally spoke again.  “When I was sucking the sucker stuff off Belinda's titties, I was still pretending it was your cum.” 

I had no idea that Marcella had been thinking all of those things.  Hearing it all from her perspective made the story so much hotter than it already was.  I couldn't wait to see what I would learn next.

Belinda then slid off of the couch to the floor, just as Marcella had told her to earlier.  "Now, this part scared the shit out of me!" Marcella hooted.

Belinda knelt in front of her and began pushing her thighs apart.  Marcella smiled down at her as she opened her legs.  "Seriously, I had no idea you were going to do this!" Marci laughed.  Belinda then pushed Marcella's skirt up around her tummy, exposing her white panties to me.  Belinda then slipped her finger tips beneath the crotch of Marcella's panties and pulled them over to the side, exposing Marcella's beautiful hairless cunt.  I could see that she was already getting wet.

I slightly tightened my grip on my cock as Belinda sensuously pressed her tongue against Marcella's glistening clit.  The memories from that day flooded my mind.  They were incredibly similar to everything I was seeing.  

Marcella began to moan softly as Belinda began to gently lap at her snatch.  I remembered not being sure how far they were going to go with their little show that day and fighting as hard as I could to keep from cumming before the show ended.  I had wanted to see them do everything they were prepared to do.  

As I cleared my head, I looked up to see that Belinda was beginning to slide her middle finger in and out of Marcella's beautiful pussy.  Marcella's moans were growing louder as Belinda withdrew her glistening finger and hung it in front of Marcella's lips, offering her a taste.  Marcella eagerly wrapped her lips around the finger and sucked her own juices off of it.  Our eyes locked as she pulled the finger in and out of her mouth.

"You were looking at me like that back then too, right?" I asked.

"Yep." Marci smirked.

"Were you-"

"Acting like I was sucking your cock?..  Uh-huh..." she purred.  It was so hot!  "I was watching you jack off and pretending her finger was your cock.  It was so fucking hot and I just wanted to do the dirtiest shit I could think of so you would cum!" she moaned.  "That's when I decided to go down on Belinda, and I started telling her I wanted to taste her pussy and all that shit."

She then pulled Belinda up to the couch and kissed her.  Belinda sat down and Marcella dropped down to her knees before Belinda.  Belinda eagerly spread her thighs to welcome Marcella's warm tongue.  Before Marcella dove in, she turned to me with a devilish grin.  "When I got down like this, I left my panties pulled off to the side so you could still see my pussy..."

I was blown away.  Marcella was even a freak back then.  

I looked on as she rammed her lips into Belinda's waiting pussy.  Belinda's face twisted with incomprehensible pleasure.  Her breasts glistened and bounced in a strange cadence.  The muscles in her stomach tightened and relaxed.  Between her legs, Marcella's head industriously bobbed and weaved.  Her shoulders tensed with each rise and fall of her neck.  

The plaid skirt rested in a bunch around her waist.  Her beautiful round ass stuck straight out at me, the left cheek, bisected by the tight elastic of the white panties cutting tightly across it diagonally.  In the center of it all was her smooth glistening cunt, and just above that, her tight puckered asshole, pulsating as she worked.

"Holy shit!" I exclaimed.  "I remember!  I was totally staring at your pretty little asshole while I jerked off!"

I then heard Marcella moan "Heh..  I wanted you to just sneak up behind me and fuck me so bad."

Had I known that, I probably would have.

Belinda was lost in pleasure by then.  Marcella continued to work her magic for a few more minutes before Marcella finally smacked her on the leg.  "It was probably around this time..." she reminded Belinda.

Belinda's eyes slowly opened and the little tale we were re-telling came back to her.  "Oh..  Oh, right..."  She then looked up at me.  "Johnny...  Johnny, come here!"

As I had been instructed to do, I stood still and looked at her in shock.

"Come here baby!  Come here.  I wanna suck your dick!  I wanna put your dick in my mouth!" she moaned.

As I crossed the room, Marcella relented for a moment to comment.  "That was the craziest part, because Belinda told me that you were just gonna jerk off while we messed around, so you getting your dick sucked wasn't ever part of the plan, just so you know." she smiled before going back to work on Belinda's wet hole.  

I stood by the couch and hoisted one leg up beside Belinda.  Belinda accommodated and leaned over to my fully engorged cock and pulled it into her mouth.  Belinda then began giving me a vigorous blow job as Marcella ate her pussy.  

The scene was beautiful!  I stared down at Belinda, feverishly sucking my cock, then down to Marcella's flat tongue lapping at Belin's pussy, her eyes watching Belinda's lips sliding up and down my shaft. Finally, Marcella pulled away and rose up to join Belinda on the couch.  

As Marcella sat beside Belinda, she said "Remember how I said I wanted to watch Belinda suck your dick?..  Ha-ha!  I did, BUT I was kinda hoping she would invite me to join in." Marcella smiled.  I could see the elation in her eyes at being able to re-experience it all.

Marcella watched Belin suck my cock for about a minute before Belinda finally pulled back and looked at her.  Marcella required no further prompting.  She leaned across Belinda's lap and took me into her warm wet mouth.  Belinda watched Marci suck my cock right in front of her face for a moment before going on to squeeze Marci's beautiful breasts.  

For the next few minutes after that, they took turns going at me.  Sometimes, one would suck me off while the other tongued my balls.  It was actually very close to how I remembered it.  During Belinda's turns, Marcella would narrate more.  “I remember being surprised at how dirty Belinda would be.  Whenever I was blowing you, she would say shit like 'suck that cock!' and 'you like sucking that cock don't you?'..  Remember?” Marci asked with a grin.

Belinda blushed.

Marcella finally pulled away and stopped Belinda from going in again.  “Then, I remember you just sat back for a while and watched me suck Johnny's cock.” she paused.  “You started rubbing my back and you said 'You're so fucking pretty.'  I was kinda surprised to hear you say that kind of thing while I had your boyfriend's cock halfway down my throat...Ha-ha!" she trailed off.  "It was so sweet though.” 

At that point, Belin and Marci smiled at one another warmly and briefly kissed.  Marci then went right back into character.  She looked up at me and licked her lips.  "Okay Chico...  Do your thing."

I did remember the next part really well.  Up to that point, I had only really been doing whatever Belinda had led me to do.  I recalled watching Marci blow me and Belin watching her do it, and thinking 'Belinda practically pushed my dick into her a week ago...  It's probably okay to take a little more control.'  Funny the way certain moments will ingrain themselves deep in your mind.

I took Marcella's hand and yanked her up from the couch.  They both looked at me smiling, which was different from how it really happened.  In truth, eight years earlier in my mother's living room, they were both very surprised by everything that happened next.

"This is my favorite part." Marcella grinned.

I spun her violently toward the couch, grabbed the hem of her skirt and jerked it down to the floor.  

"GOD! That's fucking it!" Marci howled.  

Her panties had come down part of the way with the skirt and I reached up and jerked them down in one quick motion.  As I pulled Belinda up from the couch, Marcella went on.  "Chico, I'd never seen you be all manly like that before.  I think that's why I always liked this story so much..." she purred as I jerked Belinda's skirt down.  "You were so fucking... ferocious!"   

At that point, all three of us were naked. I turned Belinda to face the couch and bent her over at the waist.  I then grabbed Marcella and bent her over next to Belinda and dropped to my knees behind them.  I grabbed Belinda's ass cheeks, pushed them apart and dug my tongue into her pussy. 

Belinda immediately began moaning and saying all kinds of dirty shit and was really getting into it.  She cried out "Eat my fucking pussy!  Yeah baby, stick your tongue in my fuckin ass!"  I lapped at her sweet pussy and puckered asshole in long wet strokes as they started feverishly kissing one another.

There we were, in the past and in the present.  The two of them bent over the couch, kissing deep and hard as I violently licked Belinda's pussy and asshole.  It was amazing what Marci had created.  Being able to relive something like that was surreal, but extremely erotic.  It was kind of like being in a movie, but also like a dream.  I had never had the chance to interact with a memory until that day. 

I was giving Belinda's backside a thorough tongue bath when Marci reached back and began slapping Belinda's ass.  Belinda was moaning like a whore as I was rifling through my mind, trying to remember the next part of the story.  Marcella had been very specific and I wanted this experience to be perfect for her.

I rose up to my feet behind Belinda.  I looked Marcella in the eye and commanded her "Grab my cock and put it in her pussy!"  

Marcella quickly  spun around and grabbed my cock.  Belinda then reached back and pulled her ass cheeks apart.  I eased forward as Marcella shoved the head of my snake into Belinda's quivering mound.  I then grabbed hold of Belinda's hips and slid the entire length of my shaft into her as she released an intense moan of pleasure.  As I found my rhythm, Marcella began to goad me on.  “Yeah, fuck that pussy!” she moaned.  "Fuck that tight little pussy!"

Eight years earlier, I had been nervous about what I did next.  I was so horny and into what we were doing that I ended up doing it despite my reservations.  Marcella was staring at me, almost as if she was waiting for it.  I slid my cock out of Belinda's tight pussy and turned my hips toward Marcella.  

“Taste that pussy."  I ordered her.

"God, that was so fucking hot!” Marci exclaimed as she pulled my glistening rod into her mouth.  I watched as she happily suckled Belinda's juices from my shaft until it was spotless.  I then shoved my cock back into Belin.  Marcella quietly watched me fuck the hell out of her.

Belinda began screaming "Fuck me harder!  Fuck me harder!"

"You wanna taste your fuckin' pussy too?" I taunted Belin.

"Ooh, yeah.  Yeah, I wanna taste my fuckin' pussy baby." she purred as she turned around and sucked her own pussy juice off of my gleaming shaft.

She sucked me clean and turned around for more.  I slammed my cock into her and went right back to pounding her mercilessly.  Moments later, Marcella cooed "Let me taste it again!  I wanna fucking taste it!"  I pulled out of Belinda again and Marcella inched closer.  "Feed me that fucking dick!  Let me taste that pussy!" she howled.  "Yeah, shove that fucking cock in my mouth!"  

Back then, I couldn't believe how filthy Marcella was being.  Now it just seemed natural.  Once I was cleanly suckled, I slipped back into Belinda's warm pussy.  

Marcella then slid her hand beneath Belinda and squeezed her breasts.  Belinda moaned aloud as Marci slid her fingertips down the center of Belin's flat tummy until they came to rest on her clit.  Marci began to apply a small amount of pressure and began massaging it in deep circles as Belinda began to moan even louder.  Marci then leaned forward and kissed Belinda passionately as she rubbed her clit.  

Marcella and I could both tell that Belinda was about to cum.  Marcella grinned up at me and sarcastically said “ So, I could tell Belinda was gonna cum soon by the way she was moaning...  I kept hoping she would cum before you did, and that maybe she would let you at least give me a pity fuck or something..."

A monstrous orgasm crashed through Belinda.  Her body bucked violently and then went rigid as I pounded her and Marcella stimulated her clit.  She wailed out "Fucking GOD!  Oh, Fuck yes!  FUCK YES!" before whimpering incoherently and finally slumping into the couch.  

I spun on my heel and sat next to her and put my hand on her beautiful sweat glossed ass.  As she'd done in the past, Belinda turned to Marcella who was still knelt down on the floor and panted "Do you wanna fuck him too?"

Marcella pretended to be that shy 19 year old she had once been and bashfully whispered "Okay."

With that, Belinda stood up and placed Marci in front of me, but facing away.  Belinda kissed her deeply on the lips and then gently pushed her backward, onto me.  My cock was pressing into the small of her back and she let loose a shy snort.  I grabbed her by the hips and hoisted her up so that she could put her feet up on the couch by my thighs.  I then felt Marcella's delicate fingers nervously wrap around my cock.  It was still saturated with Belinda's cum.  She began to rub the tip of it against her pussy lips, further saturating her own tight slit.  She then slid slowly down onto me.  

"Oh, fuck!" she moaned.  "I had wanted you to fuck me again that whole fucking week."

Marcella began to grind her wet pussy down my cock in long deep strokes.  She, as ever, felt absolutely amazing.

“Oohhh.. fuuuck...  That's it...  Uh...” Marcella gasped.  

Belinda squared off in front of her and began kissing her wet and hard as she bounced on my cock.  Marcella moaned into her mouth as Belinda began massaging her clit.  A moment later, Belinda dropped down to all fours in front of us and began violently lapping at Marcella's pussy.  I could occasionally feel her tongue against my cock as I slid in and out of Marci.  At that point, it was up to Marci to keep the story accurate.

She lifted herself up off of me and gave Belinda enough room to take me into her mouth.

"Can you taste my pussy?" Marcella hissed down at Belinda.  "You like licking' my fuckin pussy off that cock?"

Belinda shoved me back into Marcella's gash and resumed tonguing her clit.  

"Fuck yeah, feels so fucking good...  So fucking good.” Marcella panted. 

We left the narrative behind for a while as Marcella lost herself to the pleasure she was feeling.  A string of soft moans peppered with profanity would occasionally escape her trembling lips.  I could feel the heat of Belinda's breath on my balls as Marcella rhythmically slid up and down on my spear. 

I could understand why it was one of her favorite erotic memories.  She finally slowed her rhythm enough to regain some composure and press on.  “Mmmm...  Ever since the week before, I wanted it from behind again...  You guys..  Do you remember, I was straddling Belinda's face and Johnny was fucking your tits?  Then you grabbed his cock and pushed it up to my pussy?.."  (See 'Me, my girlfriend and her best friend part 2)

Taking Marcella's cue, I pulled her off of me and shoved her, face first, into the couch.  I was being rough with her, just the way she told me to be.  I grabbed hold of her hips and pulled her ass upward.  I took a moment to admire her little pink asshole before I scooted closer and rammed my cock up her sopping pussy.

"Oh, fuck yeah!  Fuck the shit out of me!" she moaned as Belinda reached beneath her and began rubbing her clit again.  "Fuck me Chico!  Fuck me!" she moaned.

Belinda leaned into her face.  She was violently rubbing Marcella's clit.  “Do you like getting fucked? -Huh?” she hissed.  “You like it when my boyfriend fucks you like that?”

“Fuck!  Fuck yeah, I like it!” Marcella moaned.

“Tell me!” Belin demanded.

“I like the way you rub my pussy while your boyfriend fucks me with his big cock!” Marcella moaned.  Then Belinda turned her attention toward me.

“What about you baby?  Do you like fucking my best friend while I rub her tight little pussy?”

“Oh, fuck yes!” I howled.  I wasn't sure how much longer I could hold out.  In the story, Marcella came before I did.  Back then, I knew they were coming over that day, and hoping for the best, I jerked off three times before their arrival.  In the present, I had a slight advantage in that Belinda had already jerked me off in the shower that morning after the shaving event, but even still, I could tell it wouldn't be long.

Suddenly Marcella's panting and groaning grew louder and she shouted “Oh-Fuck!  I'm cumming!  I'm cumming!  OH FUCKING GAWD!  AH!” 

No sooner than she had made her announcement did I feel a swell of hot spunk building momentum in the base of my cock.  “Fuck!  Fuck!” I shouted as I pulled my cock from her. 

I stood up and started jerking myself off in rapid fire mode.  As it was happening, Marcella dictated the rest of the story like a play-by-play sports broadcast.

“Johnny told us he was about to cum and Belinda got on her knees in front of him and I got down beside her!  We pressed our cheeks together and opened our mouths in front of Johnny while he got himself off!” Marcella rattled off.

My two beautiful women knelt before me, just as they had eight years earlier, cheek to cheek, eyes closed and mouths open.  As in the past, I first aimed at Belinda.  After just a moment's more work, A stream of warm white spunk exploded from the tip of my cock, straight into Belinda's mouth.  I turned to Marcella, not quite beating the clock as another stream of jizz splashed on the corner of her open mouth.  The third shot made it in and I spun back to Belinda for another blast.  The volume of cum diminished with each spurt, but I took care to make sure to give each of them as much as I could.  Finally, I was spent. 

I heard Belinda swallow first.  Then Marcella.

Belinda took my ultra sensitive post-orgasm phallus into her mouth for one final suckle before offering it to Marcella one last time.  Then the two of them lovingly kissed until the small amount of cum that had missed the bulls-eye was completely gone.

I leaned back, out of breath and knees shaking.  Marcella stood up and threw her arms around my neck. She kissed me hard and wild on the mouth. 

“Hey, that's not how it happened.” I laughed through labored breaths.  

Marcella and I never actually kissed until about five years after that day.

“Thank you.” she smiled.  “That was perfect.”



DEJA VU – PART 2: JOHNNY

We cleaned ourselves up and decided we should eat something.  I put my slacks and T-shirt back on and the girls redressed themselves in Gracie's old clothes.  I don't know why we hadn't just stayed naked.  Maybe it's just human instinct to cover up.  Anyway, Gracie had always dressed kind of slutty, which I had never appreciated before that day.  Belinda and Marcella looked really hot in her old clothes. 

“So, who's next?” Marci asked as she sat at the counter.  “Belin?” she wondered aloud.

Belinda was seated beside her.  “Let's do Johnny's first.” she smiled.

“Okay.” Marcella casually agreed.  “So, what's your favorite memory Chico?” she asked.

I pulled a loaf of bread out of the fridge.  “Mine's kinda stupid.”

“What's stupid about it?” Marci asked.

“Well...  We didn't even have sex in mine.” I confessed as I tossed some lunch meat on the counter.

“Hmm...” Marci pondered.  “So your favorite thing to think about when you jerk off doesn't involve sex?” she asked me, clearly confused.

“Well, it's sexual, but we didn't actually have sex.” I said.  “Do you guys remember that time we came over here for the weekend when my Dad and Barbara went out of town for Gracie's cheer leading thing?”

They both sat behind the counter looking confused.

I went on. “The whole house was empty for the entire weekend, so I told my mom I was going camping with Chuck and you guys told your parents you were going to Ft. Worth for a concert or something, and we all stayed here and got wasted?” 

I watched the memories return to them slowly.  “Anyway, it was the middle of the day and you two were laying out by the pool and you were both pretty buzzed.  When I came outside you both wanted me to titty fuck you....”

“Oh shit, I remember that!” Belinda laughed.  “We were drinking wine coolers, right?”

Marcella looked at Belinda.  “Yeah, we were drunk and you were telling me about different sex stuff you guys had done and you told me that your tits were too small to do that!”

“Right!  And I said we should get him to do it to you since your tits were bigger!” Belinda laughed.  “Oh my god, we were so wasted...”

Belinda and Marcella asked me to tell them everything I could remember.  

I laid it all out for them during lunch.  Then in the interest of authenticity, we each drank about five glasses of wine.  Then the two of them stripped out of Gracie's old clothes and put on their panties.  There was no need to find replacements for bikini tops because they hadn't been wearing any that day.  I put on a pair of my dad's old shorts as a bathing suit substitute.  The two of them then walked outside and headed up the steps to the pool deck and got into position and we began to re-enact my favorite memory...

I couldn't (and still can't) remember why I had gone inside that day, or why I had been gone for almost an hour.  Anyway, I stepped out onto the back patio and saw the two of them up on the sun deck that overlooked the pool.  We were all three pretty drunk despite the fact that it was only around two in the afternoon.

“Hey sexy boy!” I heard Belinda drunkenly call out.

They both sounded hilarious that day because they were genuinely pretty buzzed, but were also 'pretending' to be drunk.  It was hilarious.

“Did you come out here to look at our titties?” Belin giggled.

The pool deck was about five feet off the ground.  The whole thing was fenced in lattice work, but on a sunny day, any of our neighbors could have easily made out what was happening.  They were both topless and for all I knew, our neighbors across the fence had already been watching them for hours.

Belinda squeezed her beautiful bare breasts in the warm sunlight.  She then cupped one in each hand and began sensually massaging them as she cooed at me.  Marcella watched on and giggled with glassy eyes.

Belinda then brazenly stood up from her deck chair.  She went on to pull the cushion from her chair and drop it on the sun deck.  She knelt down on it and motioned for Marci to join her.  As Marci knelt down beside her, Belinda continued to moan dramatically and massage her own tits.  She was giving me bedroom eyes and through a slur, she asked me "Don't you wish your dick was between our beautiful breasts?"  

Marcella giggled as Belinda drunkenly ordered me. "Bring us your hard cock!"

I took the steps two at a time.  My cock was indeed already rapidly hardening at the site of their beautiful firm breasts bathed in sun light.  Knowing that a few of my neighbors might be able to see what we were doing only turned me on more. 

I could easily see how drunk Belinda was.  Marcella was right behind her.  I wasn't quite as torn up, but the way things were going, I didn't mind at all.  I flashed them a grin and slipped out of my shorts.  When the elastic band popped over my groin, it sent my cock into a slow bounce like a diving board.

"There it is!" Be giggled, kneeling before me.  She pulled me in close against her body and happily pushed her small tits around my cock.  They had already covered their bodies with baby oil and they were both glistening in the sun.  

"Yeah, fuck that...  ha-ha..  Fuck my tits." Belinda demanded.  They were both giggling like silly little girls.  Belinda then said to Marcella "Hey!  Let's make him do something else...  Let's make him fuck your tits."  

Marci laughed again before dramatically stating "I want a hard cock between my tits!"

They were drunk, and it almost felt like they were 'acting' like they were in a porno, only neither of them were very good at acting...  It was the most bizarre combination of eroticism and comedy that I would ever see.

Marcella scooted closer to Belinda.  Her larger and darker C-cup breasts hung freely in the warm summer air of my memory.  (Or in the mildly nippy spring air as was the case that day.) 

I stepped over to Marcella and leaned into her.  My cock lay flat against her chest.  She giggled again as she pushed her breasts around my pole.  Belinda then reached over between her glistening tits and held the tip of my shaft against Marci's chest. 

“I'm pushing it in and up and down and up and down.” she drunkenly moaned as Marcella began to bounce her tits around my shaft.

I began to move my hips, sliding my cock in and out of Marcella's cleavage.  She was staring up into my eyes.  She licked her lips and said “It's making me horny.”

Belinda pulled her hand away finally.  “I like watching...” she said distantly.  “Maybe after you he can fuck my tits again.” she said as she focused in on my cock.  Then with a bit more drama than necessary, she asked “Will you fuck my tits again?.. Please?”

Marcella backed away from me and I turned back to Belinda.  I remember getting the feeling that she wanted to prove herself.  I placed my cock against her chest and she did her best to push her small tits around me again.  Marcella watched intently and encouragingly said “Oh, that looks so good!”

Belinda didn't miss a beat as she slid her oiled cleavage up and down my pole.  “I'll make your cock feel really good..." she moaned.  "Look how hard this is, it's almost up to my face.” she beamed.  “I wish I could just lick it..."  

I began to rock my hips a bit faster, and she pushed her breasts together even harder as she loudly blurted out "Oh, yeah!  Fuck my titties!"  She then began making mock sex sounds.  "Uh! Uh! Uh! Uh!  Fuck my little titties Papi!" 

As much as I was enjoying all of her effort, I was standing at a strange angle and my cock kept popping out from between Belinda's small breasts.  “Why don't you straddle one of us?” Belinda offered up as a solution.

“Yeah, straddle me!” Marcella giggled.

“Yeah, straddle her!” Belinda drunkenly agreed.

Marcella lay down flat on her back on the seat cushion.  At that point, I had never done that with anyone but Belinda before and I was really excited about seeing how it would feel doing it with someone with larger breasts. 

Marcella's round tan tits looked absolutely beautiful covered in oil and bathed in sunlight.  Belinda knelt by her side and invited me to climb on. 

“Now, you get right on here, right over her...”  Listening to Belinda talk drunk was hilarious.  I'm doing my best to replicate it as I'm writing this, but I'll never do it justice.

I threw my leg over Marcella and lowered myself down onto her.  I felt my balls come to rest on her upper stomach and heard her let out a drunken giggle.  Belinda then said “Now, right between her tits and then you fuck it.”

Marcella let out a huge deep laugh at that.  Belinda joined her briefly as she realized that what she had said sounded so funny. 

Finally, Marcella cocked her arms out to the sides and placed her palms on the outsides of her beautiful tits.  She then pushed them together around my cock.  At that moment, even though we were all a little drunk, the mood turned more serious.

“Now fuck those tits.” Belinda demanded. 

I started out slow, gently easing back and then forward. 

“Yeah, give her a good titty fucking.” Belinda reeled.  She then left Marcella's side and knelt down above her head.  She reached down and placed her fingertips on the head of my moving cock to keep it down and avoid having it pop out from between Marci's glorious mounds. 

“See?  You have big fuckin' tits Marci...  I wish I had big fuckin' titties...” Belinda mused.

“I love your tits.” I told Belinda.  It was true.  I did, though I have to admit, fucking Marcella's tits was much more pleasurable.

“Yeah?..  You love my titties?” she asked with a devilish pout.

“Yeah.” I moaned as I pushed deeper into Marcella's cleavage.

“I want titty-fucking.” Belinda purred.

I don't know if she had been jealous of Marci's bigger chest, or if she felt she had something to prove, or if she just actually wanted it, but either way, Marci released her breasts and I climbed off of her.  She then sat up and handed the cushion over to Belinda.  Be then lay on her back and pulled me on top of her.

As Belinda mashed her tits together, Marci reached down and pressed the tip of my cock downward so it wouldn't pop out.  As I began to slide in and out of Belinda's cleavage, she moaned “Yeah, titty fuck these boobs.”

Belinda kept saying drunken funny shit and despite Marcella's efforts, my cock kept popping out from between Belin's small tits.  After several slip outs, Marcella developed a different method to hold it in place.

In order to keep my cock angled downward, Marcella formed a ring with her thumb and index finger around the base of my cock.  She had only done it to aim my cock down and guide it into Belinda's cleavage, but she kept it perfectly still and very tight, so in essence, I was fucking her hand and Belinda's tits at the same time.  It was also much more effective, and I found myself quickening my pace and really beginning to enjoy myself.

It was quiet for a little while after that save for my own moaning.  Marcella wore an expression that read 'all business' and Belinda looked to be very proud of herself.  I had done this with Belinda before, but had never cum as a result, so I was genuinely surprised when I felt an orgasm slowly building up deep inside me.  Belinda must have realized it too because she noticeably mashed her tits harder together as I rammed my cock in and out from between them.

An enormous smile spread across Belinda's face as she giggled "Fuck my tits! Ha Ha!  Fuck my itty bitty titties!”

I moaned louder and fucked her tits even more aggressively.  Marcella then did the one thing that I would always think about when I jerked off to that memory.  Instead of simply using her hand to hold my cock downward, she began to slide the ring she'd made of her fingers up and down as I continued thrusting. 

What she was doing wasn't just to help Belinda anymore.  She was actively trying to get me off and that drove me absolutely crazy.

Belinda took notice of what was happening and blurted out  "Yeah, jerk that fucking cock until a cum load's shot right on my little tits...  My little b-cups."

My cock then slid completely out of Belinda's cleavage and Marcella changed her grip and was then fully stroking me as I started to wince.  “Ohh Fuck!” I shouted.

"Oh, you're gonna cum?..”  Belinda queried.  “Cum on my tits." she giggled as she continued squeezing and massaging her oil drenched tits beneath me.

It was then that Marcella really went for it.  Using her entire hand, she jerked me tight and hard.  I looked down at my oily cock slipping in and out of Marcella's tight fist, just above Belinda's beautiful oily gyrating body.  The breeze was cool and the sun was bright.  I let Marci jerk my cock with a slippery fist until I spilled a hot load of cum between Belinda's tits and up onto her neck.

I knelt above Belinda panting as she giggled below me.  Marcella casually licked a small droplet of semen off of her thumb and then smiled at me.  “See.” was all she said.  

She had been right.  It was just like being back in that amazing summer eight years before.  It made us all feel young again.



DEJA VU – PART 3: BELINDA

So, dear reader, you've made it this far...  Before I go on, you should know that what you are about to read is the entire reason I started writing all these stories down in the first place.  This night was the defining moment that led to my life being what it is right now.  I'm currently working as a writer.  I currently live with Belinda and Marcella. (Hope that didn't spoil the ending for you, but, come on. You knew that was coming, right?)  We have an interesting lifestyle and as a result, I have a lot more stories to share after this one, but this was the one event that set it all in motion.  So, here it is, and thank you Belinda.  I love you every day.

Back in March of 2007. 

Belinda was in the shower.  Marcella and I were sitting in the hot tub talking about how fun the day had been and speculating on what Belinda's favorite memory might be.  She had mentioned the bathroom at Chuck's house.  

During parties at Chuck's house in the summer of '99, the three of us would often sneak off to the bathroom to fool around and even sometimes have sex.  We disappeared together often enough to be pretty certain that our friends probably caught on to what we were doing in there.  There had been a lot of parties and a lot of trips to the bathroom, so we didn't know exactly what Belinda had in mind and the anticipation was driving us both crazy.

After about fifteen minutes, Belinda finally stepped out of the house. 

She walked, completely naked with damp spirals of hair hanging in all directions, over to the hot tub and climbed in to join us. 

“Okay mystery woman...” Marcella began.  “We're dying to know what we're doing next.”

“Okay.” Belinda smiled.  “We can only do part of mine because it technically didn't really happen the way I fantasize about it.” she opened. 

Marcella and I sat, intrigued as she went on.  “It was one of those nights that we were partying at Chuck's house.  We had all gone into the bathroom together like we did sometimes, only that time, SOMEBODY forgot to lock the door." she said, eye-balling me.  "Anyway, we were all kinda goin' at it when Hillary walked in on us.”

“I remember that!” Marcella and I simultaneously blurt out.

Hillary was a member of that old group.  She notoriously got shit-faced at every party back then.  Nine out of ten times, she would end up taking her shirt off, or making out with some random guy or girl, or generally doing something outrageous.  She was a thin blonde girl with a pretty face.  Anyway...

“So, I can't remember exactly what we were doing at the moment that she walked in, but it was very clear that we were busted.  Anyway, she just said 'sorry, sorry.' and ran out.” Belinda explained.

“Riiiiight?...” Marcella coaxed her to go on.

“So instead of going back to the party after that, we just locked the door and kept going, remember?” Belinda asked.

“Yeah.” I said.

“Well, what I fantasize about is that it all happens the exact same way, only instead of leaving, Hillary stays in the bathroom with us and watches us all have sex.” Belinda finished.

Marcella and I were left speechless.  Finally Marcella asks what we're both dying to know. 

“So you want the three of us to 'do it' in front of somebody else?”

“Uh-huh.” Belinda blushes.  “Remember that night we played truth or dare, when you would dare me and Johnny to do stuff or he would dare us to do stuff with each other?..  Well, part of what I liked about that so much was being watched by the other person.” Belinda explained to Marcella.  “Knowing that you were watching me jerk him off, or sucking his dick made it feel so much dirtier.” she paused.  “Then whenever he would watch us make out or go down on each other and we would get him to jack off...  I got so horny being so dirty in front of someone...  Anyway, by late in the summer, none of us were really watching anymore because we were all doing it.  So, when Hillary walked in on us that night, I was scared, but later on I started wishing she had stayed.  I wanted to do all of that shit right in front of her.  I wanted her to see me being all slutty, getting fucked from behind while I ate out a girl...  Just thinking about it is turning me on.”

I had caught glimpses of what an exhibitionist Belinda was deep down inside when she would put on little shows for me with Marcella, but I had no idea it went as deep as it did.  I was loving all of her honesty and the fact that she wanted to revel in her kinkiness. 

“I always imagine Hillary because she was always wasted and taking her shirt off and suggesting we all play strip poker and stuff, so I felt like she would have been into it.” Belinda said.

I was so turned on by everything she'd said that I couldn't think of anything to say.  Marcella was silent too. 

We had all seen Hillary the day before at Dan's wedding.  She looked roughly the same as she had back in '99.  She was white.  Blue eyes and blonde hair.  She was thin and a little taller than Be and Marci.  She also had bigger boobs that we'd all seen numerous times that summer.

“She was at Dan's wedding.  We could call her.” I said.

Belinda looked at me.  “No way!  I just meant we could pretend she was there or something.”

Marcella interjected. “Why not?..  None of us even live in the same town anymore...” 

“No.  She's friends with all our friends.” Belinda reasoned.

“So?  She'd have just as much reason to keep it quiet as we would.” Marcella retorted.

“That's only if she actually goes through with it.” Belinda volleyed.  “What if we asked her and she said no?  The first thing she would do is tell everyone.”

I was picturing it in my mind.  Crazy Hillary, watching the three of us in action wasn't so hard to imagine. 

“I bet she would do it.” I said.

“Me too!” Marcella exclaimed.  “She was always wanting to take her top off!  She was always hooking up with everybody.  Shit, she probably would've made a move on Johnny if you two weren't together back then...  Plus, how many times did she get wasted and end up making out with one of the girls from Chuck's job?...”

Marcella had a point.  We all sat silently staring at Belinda.  She closed her eyes tightly and finally said “Fuck it.  Let's call her.”


After we had sat around and formed our plan, it was decided that I should make the call.  I called her up and told her that Belinda, Marcella and I were still in town and wanted her to join us for dinner.  She happily accepted the invitation.  I then took Marci and Belinda to their houses to shower and change.  We were all to meet back at my dad's house at 8PM.

I got back early and cooked up some lamb chops and rice.  Marcella and Belinda arrived around 7:30. 

Marcella was wearing a jean skirt and black, low cut blouse under a jacket.  She wore her hair down and tussled.  Belinda sported an extremely short black skirt.  The top she was wearing is tough to describe.  It was almost like a thinly looped netting with small sparkling colored jewels all over it.  I'd never seen her wear it before and assumed that she would usually wear a bra or camisole underneath. 

That evening, she wore it wi