The Gift
Dee S. Knight © 2008

"Take off your clothes," Bobby Rosen said from his seat in the dark corner of the room. His voice was raspy and deep.

Sherry Winter's fingers shook so hard, Lisa Jacobsen reached over and helped unbutton her blouse.

Great. Sherry had seemed the perfect choice when Lisa interviewed her. She'd assured Lisa she had experience in threesomes. Lisa had been happy to hear it because she didn't have such experience herself. She'd thought she'd be able to rely on Sherry for guidance and moral support, and here the woman couldn't even undress herself.

"I like that," Bobby said as Lisa continued to remove Sherry's clothing.

For her part, Sherry had finally gotten into the swing of things after Lisa removed her bra. She preened and twisted, arching her back and switching from one leg to another so her boobs jiggled with each movement. Bitch. They were supposed to be performing together and Sherry was hogging the spotlight.

Still, they were there for a reason. As a birthday gift, to be specific. God knows, Lisa would never be doing this with a woman otherwise. She'd never had any interest in girl/girl sex. But Bobby had seemed to want it, had been so enthused, in fact, she'd decided to humor him. How bad could it be? He'd be there the whole time. And so far, it hadn't been too bad.

Of course, they weren't where the rubber hit the road yet. When Sherry kissed Bobby, sucked his cock and took him inside, Lisa feared she wouldn't be so equable. She just hoped she wouldn't lose it and spoil the whole birthday altogether.

Lisa stepped behind the other woman. If Sherry hadn't been wearing heels as high as mountains, Lisa's chin would have reached her shoulder. Sherry's height was another reason Lisa chose her. Bobby liked tall women with long, long legs.

Lisa reached around and cupped Sherry's breasts. They weighed heavy in her hands and more than filled her palms. Sherry's nipples pebbled hard against Lisa's skin, producing a surprisingly erotic sensation.

She turned her cheek against Sherry's shoulder and gave herself over to the sensuality of the moment. She'd never touched another woman before, not in this way. Sherry's skin heated beneath Lisa's cheek. She covered Lisa's hands with her own, and increased the pressure on her breasts.

Sherry purred at the same time Bobby growled, both sounds of approval. Lisa raised her head to kiss Sherry's shoulder and then to lick a path to the center of her partner's back, where the light scent of flowers tickled her nostrils. This felt so good, she suddenly wished her blouse and bra were gone, too. Soon they'd be skin to skin. A ripple of anticipatory pleasure zinged through her.

She slipped her hands from under Sherry's and unzipped the black wool skirt. Sherry had arrived in a classic black suit with her golden hair in a neat, sedate French twist. She'd looked every bit the brash businesswoman and nothing like the lustful slut Bobby had hoped for. And which Lisa suddenly wished for, too. She went lightheaded with need.

The skirt fell to the floor, revealing black, thigh-high stockings and a silky black thong. Sherry stepped over the puddle of skirt in her very high heels, and then kicked the expensive garment away.

"Take off the thong but leave the stockings and heels," came the order from the corner. Sherry pushed down the thongs herself, bending straight over and wiggling her butt against Lisa's groin. Lisa cupped her butt cheeks and gave them a hard squeeze. Sherry's ass was firm and taut as a chalk string. Flexing her muscles made her cheeks move in Lisa's hands.

Oh, she felt naughty. But in a very nice way.

Sherry stood up and spread her legs. Lisa ran her palms over Sherry's hips and around to her mound, covered in a light carpet of springy hair.

"Touch h-"

"Yes," Lisa murmured before Bobby finished the command. Her fingers furrowed the lips of Sherry's pussy and found the entrance to her passage, slick with cream and heavy with musk.

"Oh, God," Sherry moaned. She rocked her hips, forcing Lisa's fingers back up to the hard nub of her clit.

Lisa's breath hitched. She stroked the line of Sherry's spine with her tongue and pressed lips to skin. Sherry's pubic hair tickled her fingers, her wet pussy sent wafts of scent into the air, her smooth skin, soft noises and erotic motion inflamed Lisa's passion.

She'd never thought she could be excited by touching another woman, but all doubt evaporated as moisture dampened her own panties. The truth slammed into her. Not all the sex she scented came from Sherry.

Sherry pulled Lisa's hands away and turned, situating them so that Bobby could view them from the side. Lisa caught her breath as Sherry's mouth came down on hers. Sherry's lips were pliable and soft. They moved over Lisa's with a gentle insistence until Lisa parted her lips and Sherry's tongue slipped in.

Gentleness quickly changed to hard need. Sherry thrust and probed, sweeping and playing tag with Lisa's tongue. Lisa instinctively tried to raise her arms, to wrap them around Sherry's neck and draw her even closer, but she couldn't move while Sherry removed her blouse, cami and bra. So lost had she been in the kiss, she hadn't realized Sherry had begun undressing her.

Seconds later, she stood naked, save for thigh-highs and heels, the only request Bobby had specifically made of them.

Sherry took her mouth again. A surreal sense engulfed Lisa. This time, she kissed back, pressing her tongue into Sherry's mouth, angling her mouth to allow deeper penetration. Sherry lifted her lips yet still parried Lisa's tongue with her own. A sound from the corner indicated Bobby's pleasure, and Lisa realized he could see the swordplay of their tongues. Maybe Sherry had experience in this kind of thing after all.

The taller woman bent her knees so their height better aligned. Their nipples tapped, rubbed, scraped. Lisa's pulse jumped into overdrive. Suddenly, Sherry's lips skimmed Lisa's jaw line. Her mouth gently sucked Lisa's neck, the swell of her breasts and then her nipple. Lisa's knees weakened and threatened to buckle, but Sherry held her tightly.

Too soon, Sherry stepped back. The cool air hitting Lisa's wet breast tips sent a shiver across her skin that contradicted the heat raging through her. Sherry urged her back until her knees came up against the bed. She fell back. Her shoes slipped off as Sherry grasped her ankles and lifted Lisa's feet to the edge of the mattress. Then she parted Lisa's knees and nestled her head between Lisa's thighs.

"No!" Lisa almost came off the bed so shocked was she. "No," she gasped out, grabbing fistfuls of bedspread. "Oh, oh. Ohhhhh." Her head fell back, mouth open. Air refused to enter her lungs. Time faded to nothing. Her hips jerked in a rhythm she neither knew nor cared about, responding to Sherry's mouth, lips, tongue.

From a distant place, the sound of a zipper pierced the fog of recognition. She turned her head to stare through half closed eyes. Enough light penetrated the corner to show Bobby pumped his cock, matching her hips thrust for thrust. Their gazes locked. He licked his lips and for a moment she thought he was there on the bed with her. That it was his head between her legs, his tongue delving into her depths and then swirling around her clit and sending her off into tantalizing orbit.

The thought got her off and she was in orbit, shooting among the stars and flying past planets. She might have moaned, might have screamed, might have passed out from the sheer sensory overload-she didn't know. When she opened her eyes, Sherry stood at the foot of the bed, wearing all her clothes though her skirt was unzipped and her blouse unbuttoned.

"But I don't understand," she told Bobby. "I thought I was supposed to be here all night."

"That was the idea originally. Here," he said, taking some bills from his wallet. "I know you've already been paid for the night, but here's some extra." He hadn't fastened his jeans. His cock was tucked back out of sight but his briefs bulged with an unmistakable hard ridge.

Sherry took the money and stuffed it in her purse. She looked down at Lisa whose toes still clutched the edge of the bed. Her knees spread wide, she remained exposed to their stares. Somehow she couldn't work up the energy to care.

"Thanks for the gig." Sherry quickly finished dressing. "Let me know if you ever want to get together again." She eyed Bobby. "A threesome would be fun."

"We'll keep it in mind," he said with a smile.

"Happy birthday," she tossed back over her shoulder.

"Thanks," Lisa and Bobby responded simultaneously.

Then Sherry said something else, but by then Bobby'd led her out of the bedroom. Presently, the front door opened and closed. One by one, from the front of the house back to the bedroom, lights went out. Finally, he stood in the doorway.

"Well," Lisa said.

He grinned. Crossing his arms, he leaned against the door jamb. "Yes, well."

She started to scoot up on the bed, started to cover herself.

"Don't." He pushed away from the jamb and sauntered over. Once at the bed, he took his time appraising her. "You're so damn beautiful."

"Not like this," she countered.

"Especially like this. I've told you a million times how gorgeous your face is, and your body. But your pussy beats all I've ever seen, all wet looking from what she-"

"Don't say it," she said. "It's all kind of embarrassing now."

"It wasn't embarrassing to watch," he said on a grin. "It was fucking, damn hot. And that describes you wearing nothing but those stockings, too." He toed off his sneakers and pushed down his jeans.

Curious, she propped herself on her elbows. "If it was all so hot, why did you stop us? Why'd you send her away?"

"I decided I didn't like sharing." Briefs tossed aside, he slid his arms under her knees and up her back. Lifting her easily, he situated her on the bed and then knelt between her legs.

Hard and thick, he seemed to twitch with need. She spread her knees, welcoming his cock, welcoming him. He took her in one drive, then pulled out and thrust home again.

And again.

Her body recognized the weight of him, the feel of him, the lush fullness of his cock in her pussy, and responded as it always had. Her breath turned ragged, her heart pounded. Blood surged through her veins like a swollen river after the spring rains. Instinctively, she wrapped her legs around his waist and sought his lips. His tongue took control of her mouth just as his body had command of her body. Her nipples scraped his hard chest, jolting her to another level of awareness. His bone rubbed her clit until she wanted to scream.

His mouth was at her ear, his teeth nipped at her lobe. "Oh, babe," he moaned. "Oh, babe."

This was the best, the very best. Just like every time with him. And just like always, one minute she struggled to maintain any sensible thought and the next moment there was no way. She splintered into a thousand pieces only vaguely aware that Bobby went right along with her. Yes, this was the very best.

"So," he asked long after they'd both come back down, "was your birthday gift all you'd hoped?"

She smiled. "Very different from what I expected."

"Really?" He shifted to look at her. His expression was thoughtful. "I'm not sure what I expected. It never occurred to me I'd pass up the chance to spend the night with two women."

"That surprised me as well," she admitted, facing him. "Are you sure you don't want to call Sherry back?"

"Are you sure you don't? You looked like you were having a pretty good damn time." He sounded worried. Not much, but enough for her to notice.

"I was." She laughed when he frowned, knitting his brows. "But nothing like I always do with you." She cupped his cheek, loving the look of relief that crossed his face.

"Well, though I find I don't like sharing you, I appreciate your willingness to share your birthday gift with me."

"Every year you give me the most unique gift. Though," she said, trying to look a bit stern, "I had a feeling my gift this year was for us both."

"Busted." He half rolled over and pulled open the drawer in the bedside table. "Now that it's actually after midnight and officially your birthday, I have something for you."

"I thought Sherry was my gift."

"Well, yeah, she was. I hope this one excites you even more." He smiled. "So to speak."

He handed her a small, black velvet box. Inside was nestled a diamond solitaire in an antique setting. Her gaze flew to his. "Bobby?"

"Babe," he said. "Will you marry me?"