Differences Aside

Disclaimer: The following is a work of fiction, depicting sexual situations between consenting adults at least eighteen years of age.

She said her name was Lauren and she said she was from Northwood, which explained why I'd never seen her around. She'd been dancing with some of the other guys earlier, mostly that prick Ryan Moore, but as the party wound down, the wee hours, she was dancing with me. She was rubbing up on me and making a lot of eye contact and I was touching her anywhere and everywhere I could. There were a few others mingling about, but the crowd was thinning. She leaned into me and whispered, "There's a room down at the end of this hall. I think I'll go lay down."

My dick jumped in my pants. "Well shit," I chuckled. "Let me show you the way."

She was a little older than me, but she was gorgeous, short and bubbly and one of those megawatt smiles that just lit up the room. She had shoulder length brown hair, a pair of small but firm looking tits and a curvaceous backside, all crammed in to a pair of denim shorts and a cut off tee shirt at least a size too small.

She laughed, touched me lightly on the arm. "I just need to freshen up real quick. Why don't you grab a couple beers and head down, make sure nobody is in there." I nodded, dumbstruck by how easy it had all been. She turned away, but stopped, one more thing to say. "You have a condom?"

I nodded again. "Yup." I cocked my thumb toward the hallway. "I'm a go put that shit on right now."

A full blown laugh escaped her as she turned away. "Okay, cowboy."

I didn't actually put the condom on in there, of course, alone and waiting, but my cock was certainly hard enough to. I laid down on the bed and undid my pants. I lit a cigarette and I slowly jerked off while I smoked it. The door wasn't locked, and I wasn't thinking much about some random person walking in. Truth be told, I didn't really care. I was high and I had a buzz and everyone was just partying. When the door opened I thought it was her. I was opening the wrapper of the condom.

"Well ain't this the shits," I heard. I opened my eyes, but slowly, without any panic. Ryan Moore, because it just had to be.

So, I wasn't best friends with the other football players. I wasn't one of them and I never would be. But we got along, at least most of us did. It was only Ryan who was a thorn in my side. He was loud, cocky and mean, and I didn't give two shits if he liked me or not. Except he was the quarterback, and I was a wide receiver. To be more precise, I was the wide receiver, the number one, the fastest player in class A by a long shot. I was always open, but this year I wasn't getting the ball because Ryan had a grudge against me. Or I had a grudge against him. I don't remember. In the end we just had beef.

The team was expected to contend. We had an experienced coach, we had talent, and we had a legacy to uphold. But we were 1-3 and, though we still had time to turn it around, games were already starting to become 'must win'. It was a surprisingly difficult position to be in, and it was all because Ryan and I couldn't get along. I knew it. He knew it. Everyone knew it. The coach tried talking to us. The team tried talking to us. Hell, Deacon Slay threatened to kick both of our asses if we didn't figure it out and he could have, probably at the same time if need be. But none of that was important right then, because I was still awaiting Lauren to come in there and let me nail her.

"Dude, get the fuck out of here," I told him.

"What are you doing," he asked me. "Jerking off in here?"

I shook my head. "No." I didn't cover myself. We were teammates. As much as I hated the guy, we'd seen each other naked more times than I could count. I looked down. My hand was still gripping my erection. "Well, yes. But fuck off. I'm waiting on this chick I just met out there."

"Yeah well, take a hike. This room is spoken for." He pulled his shirt off. "I got a little honey of my own on her way back here. Whatever you got going on, you fucking weirdo, you can do it somewhere else."

"Nah man, I'm cool," I told him. "I think you'll be the one moving on." I let go of myself. "Don't make me slap you with this dick, motherfucker." And I laughed.

Ryan had left the door slightly ajar behind him and just then Lauren stepped in, looked at me, looked at Ryan. She and I made eye contact before Ryan turned around. I smiled and I grabbed my cock again. Just as I was about to speak, Ryan saw her and he spoke instead. "Aw, hey babe." He took hold of her arm and pulled her close. "Don't worry, this poser was just on his way."

"What the fuck?" I asked.

She stepped away from him, closed the door, and looked at me with her hands up. "I'm here for both of you." And then she looked at him.

"Woah, woah, woah," Ryan bellowed. "What are you talking about? This fucking guy?" He paused, seemingly lost for another word.

"We ain't exactly friends," I told her.

"I know," she said. "Some very important people want to see you winning football games again, and it seems they think I might be the ticket to bringing you two together." She smirked, cocked her pretty head to the side. "Call it a bonding experience."

"Fuck that," he said. "To hell with him."

"It's both of you or neither of you," she replied. "That's what I was told."

"Hey man," I said to him. "I want to get laid." After a second of watching the look of confusion on his face, I added, "Quit being a bitch."

He looked from me to her. "Are you a hooker?"

She moved to him, laid a hand on his chest, ran the other hand down his side and rested it at his waist. "I'm a friend of the team." Still, he hesitated and she added, "Let me show you my tits and then you can decide."

I clapped my hands together and let out a, "Wooh."

She reached back, released the snap on the blouse she was wearing and pulled it down. She had beautiful breasts, as small as peaches but firm and smooth with rosy-pink nipples contrasting with semi-tanned flesh.

"Oh my god," Ryan muttered.

"Right?" I said. "Let's do this."

"Okay, okay." He moved toward the bed and she moved with him. He grabbed one of her tits and squeezed and she squealed and slapped him away. Then she was climbing on the bed next to me. My dick was still hard. Ryan continued, his attention suddenly on me. "I'm first though, faggot."

"Hey fuck off," I replied.

"Boys, boys," she said, crawling on to me. "Can't we all get along?" Together, she and I pulled her top all the way off. "I don't think you understand," she continued. "There's no first or second. It's both of you together."

Ryan had his shirt pulled up to his head, almost all the way off, and he paused. "What?" he stammered. "How does that even work?"

I wanted to laugh, but I didn't. I looked at Lauren and could tell she wanted to laugh. But she didn't. She shrugged and told him, "I've got a big pussy."

I smiled, but still I did not laugh.

Ryan finished stripping off his shirt and tossed it. "Okay." He climbed on the bed and started groping her. Her arms and stomach were toned and she was tan but for faint bikini lines. She looked me in the eye as she took hold of my cock, and she smiled. "You are something, aren't you?"

I smirked, put my arms behind my head, my rock hard prick standing tall just in front of her. "Indeed I am."

Ryan was trying to pull her skirt off but he didn't appear to be finding success. After just a few seconds of him struggling and her slowly jerking me off, she scooted backward off the bed and stood up. "You." She pointed at Ryan. "Get on the bed."

And just like that, she was in control. Me and my nemesis, laying side by side, me with my dick out and him with his shirt off, both of us grinning like we were boys and this was Christmas morning. She slipped out of her skirt. She did it slowly, and it was perhaps the sexiest display I'd ever seen. Underneath, she was wearing black lace panties, and those she stripped off too.

Her pussy was perfectly shaved and she had bikini lines just like up top. Inflamed lips peaked out from between her legs. For a second she stood there, posed for us, and I think Ryan was just as awestruck as me. Neither of us spoke. Ryan unzipped his pants and pulled out a cock as hard as mine and there we were, side by side, almost touching each other.

She reached up and cupped her breasts. "Yeah?" she asked, looking at both of us but mostly at Ryan. "We ready?"

I felt Ryan nodding and then I heard him. "Uh huh," he stammered. "We're ready."

With a smile on her face she slowly climbed on to the bed, squeezing out a spot between us. After a few seconds of petting our thighs, she took hold of our cocks and began to jerk us off. I said, "Hell yeah," and he said, "Oh god." And I don't think either of us cared that the other one was there.

After a few seconds of slowly jerking us, she bent down and gave my cock a little kiss, leaned over and did the same to him.

He suddenly cried out, "Oh Jesus. Oh shit." He was squirming, and she sat up. I looked down to see him cumming in her hand.

"Aw, dude," I said, shaking my head.

Lauren said, "Wow," as her hand came to a gentle stop, slimy with his jizz.

Ryan was breathing heavy, eyes closed. "Sorry," he whispered. "That was quick."

"Quick?" I said chuckling. "Christ, man."

For a second or two, Lauren appeared frozen. Her mouth was open, smiling but shocked. Her eyes were wide and she rolled them. "Um." She pulled her hand off him, held his wad in the air. "I guess we're done." It was a statement, but it was a question too.

"Done?" I said, hard as a rock. "What does that mean?"

Ryan, furiously shaking his head, squeaked. "We're not done. I'm not done."

She wiped her hand on the bed. "Well, let's give you a minute, I guess."

I grabbed hold of her, thrust my body into her, bumped my erection into her legs. "Yeah, let's give him a minute," I growled.

She pushed me off. She was stronger than she looked. "No, buddy. I've got a job to do. It's all or nothing for you boys. Strict orders." I was still touching her, rubbing her stomach and her upper thighs. She sat back and spread her legs. "But you can finger me for a little while." Her pussy was a glistening swath between her smooth thighs. The fat, rosy lips on either side were spread enough for me to see all the way to her hole, and even that was opened to reveal the darkness within. For a moment all I could do was jerk off and watch her. She reached down and rubbed herself, and the room was so quiet I could hear her squelching, faint but audible.

And then I went for her. I ran my hand from her foot up her leg (or down it) to the inviting space between her thighs. Two fingers slid into her with no resistance, then a third did the same. "Holy shit," I muttered, maybe once, maybe twice. Within seconds I was jacking her off. My fingers slid in and out and I twisted my hand from side to side, spreading her even more.

She moaned some and offered slight hip gyrations. As I picked up speed, she set her hand on mine. "Little slower, baby." I slowed, but I continued to pull her open, working in a fourth finger and even once or twice a thumb. She was wet, and my hand and her inner thigh were shining. I felt her hand reach down and take my cock. She gripped me as I had just been gripping myself. "I can finish you like this," she told me, beginning a steady stroke. She may have glanced at Ryan before she added, "If I have to."

"How is it, man?" I Ryan say. I glanced back and he was jerking off and was just about all the way hard again. He was also grinning like an idiot. "Good pussy?"

I fucked her with three fingers. I rubbed her inflamed lips. I even teased her taint and her asshole. Everything was wet and waiting. "Yeah, it's good," I snapped at him. But I was grinning as I pried her open yet again. "You good?" I shouted the words over my shoulder at him, sounding possibly harsher than I'd intended. I wanted her like I was starving and she was food. I wanted to devour her. I wanted to spread her wide and fill her up.

Ryan let out a chuckle. "Yeah, yeah. I'm good."

She let out a heated breath and cried, "Yeah?" She looked past me for the first time. "We all good?" I looked over and was relieved to see him fully hard again, looking as if his little mishap had never occurred.

"I'm ready," he muttered, sidling right up next to me.

"Mmm." I was nodding as I was jerking off with one hand and delving into her pussy with the other. "I'm fucking ready," I pulled back my hand and once again she lay open and unattended. "How do you want to do this?"

"Well, first of all, you know, condoms," she said. "There's lube in my bag if we need it, but I'm pretty wet right now."

"Yeah you are," I said, smiling as I made a show of wiping my hand on the sheet.

She smirked and rolled her eyes and said to me, "Just get next to each other." She slid to the edge of the bed, back down and legs in the air. She spread her pussy with both hands. "Get me the lube," she said. "Let me just make sure." She smirked and said, "That's a lot of dick." As Ryan and I each finished rolling on the rubbers, Lauren squirted some lube on her pussy and gave a little clap of her hands "Okay, boys."

As Ryan and I jostled for position we bumped each other, our arms, our legs. We were both at full hardness, our cocks waving just inches from each other. Lauren had scooted right to the edge of the bed. Her legs were up and spread and her shaved, glistening pussy was open. If I had moved forward at all, I would have entered her, which I aimed to do until Ryan reached out and started to touch her.

"Oh my god," she responded. "Yes." She spread her legs wider for him. She was looking down at his hand on her crotch, at our hardened cocks just beyond. "Put them together."

At first, I didn't understand what she was saying. Or maybe I just wasn't listening. I was mindlessly staring down the barrel of her wide open vagina, slick with both her juices and the lube. I didn't snap out of it until I felt Ryan's dick bump against mine. "Hey man, what the fuck?"

He shrugged. "She said put them together, dude."

"Jesus Christ though, man." I rubbed her leg. "Just try not to get too slap happy."

"What are you saying, homo?" Ryan shot out, going slightly red in the face. "Why don't you grab my dick, motherfucker. You know you want to."

"Boys, boys," Lauren sighed. Both her hands went to her crotch, fingers rubbing the outside of her pussy, spreading it open. "Focus."

That's all it took. I reached forward and Ryan reached forward and before I knew it both of us had a hand between her legs. Together we poked her and prodded her. Fingers rubbed her and fingers entered her. She let go of herself but she remained spread, an offering. "Oh god," she sighed. "That's it."

"I have to fuck this pussy," I muttered. Ryan said, "So fucking hot." Both of us were still fondling her, and we were also both jerking off.

Lauren had her hands on her stomach and was softly grinding against our hands. "Are you guys ready?" she asked. "You want to do this?" She reached down between her legs, and Ryan and I were so close that she could touch us both. She squeezed our rigid cocks together, slowly jerked us both off with one hand.

With that, there was no longer any tension between me and Ryan. We weren't working against each other. We inched forward hip to hip. We were almost working like a team. He laid his dick right on top of mine and Lauren gripped us both. The head of my dick touched her, first brushing her taint and then coming to rest on the folds at the base of her pussy. She had her eyes closed. She whispered, "Together," and it was just about the hottest thing I ever heard.

It wasn't easy, not at first. She had a big enough pussy, and she clearly had done it a time or two, but the position was awkward. There simply wasn't all that much room between her legs. Eventually, we each managed to get the ends of our pricks inside her. I had little choice but to have my hand on his back and he had his arm practically wrapped around my waist. Lauren moaned. "Oh yes. Yes. Push it, you guys. Push it. Slow and steady." We slowly worked ourselves about halfway in. We were using each other for support. All three of us were beginning to sweat. "Once you're both in there good," she continued, "you can go at it, okay? Just try to get a rhythm."

I eased myself forward, but for whatever reason, Ryan pulled himself back. In fact he suddenly popped right out of her, his erection swinging sideways in the air, spraying invisible droplets of pussy juice all over me and her both. "Oops," he cried out.

Without the resistance of Ryan's cock, I plunged headlong into Lauren's big pussy. She was wet and she was loose. My immediate thought was that she felt like a sandwich bag, and it was all I could do not to laugh. I pumped her quickly once, then twice.

"Easy," she said, her hand suddenly on my chest, pushing me up and away from her. "Slow down." She was talking to me, of course, and after a partial thrust I slowed and stopped. "Get it in." Now she was talking to Ryan. "Get some lube on it real quick." To me she added, "You just hold your horses."

I was halfway inside her, still stiff as a board, rubbing the inside of one of her legs. Suddenly, Ryan was squirting lube all over her pussy and, in addition, all over my dick and pubic hair.

Lauren cried out. "Wooh jeez. That's cold. Your dick, hon. Just put some on your dick." She looked at me and winked and I could have cum with just one plunge.

And then Ryan's slimy dick was joining my slimy dick on the outskirts of Lauren's slimy pussy. He was awkward and he was hurried and he was reckless. He bumped me hard enough that I had to take a stutter step left and in the process I slipped all the way out of her. He then proceeded to pitch forward on to Lauren and he dropped an elbow on her inner thigh.

She jumped and she grimaced. I felt his hand fall onto my back and it was all I could do not to grimace as well. "Relax, dude," I told him.

"Here," she said, "Wait." She lightly brushed both of us away with her hand. She sat up. Her tits jiggled. "Let's do this the old fashioned way to start." She was scooting to the edge of the bed and then she stood, pointed at me and then the bed. "You get down there."

I moved into place. My cock stood at full attention.

She climbed on to me, straddled me with her legs but did not penetrate. "You come up behind me." She was talking to Ryan but she was touching me, had a hand lightly tickling my stomach. She quickly swung a leg over me, holding herself just above my cock. "Try to go in me at the same time."

My hands were on her legs and I squeezed. I said, "Goddamn."

She lowered herself halfway on to me and she waited, and eventually I felt the pressure of Ryan's cock against mine as he tried to squeeze his way in. "Oh," he stammered. And then he laid his dick right on mine. I thrust up into her pussy and Ryan sort of pushed in at the same time and there was resistance. She let out a small cry. "Oh god," Ryan continued. "What an ass, this girl. You got a nice ass. Oh my god, you are hot." He was trying to force himself into her and I was already halfway there. Lauren was tense. She had a squeeze on me with her arms and likewise with her legs. Her head was down, even with mine.

"Ow," she whispered. "Ow, ow."

"Yeah, dude," I snapped at him. "The fuck are you doing?" It felt like he was stabbing the underside of my dick.

"It's ok," she said over her shoulder. "You have to help him, though," she said to me. "You have to make room." Her hips shifted a little. I grabbed her around the waist. She rose up and I slid partway out of her, but she made sure not to pull out all the way. "You're a team," she moaned. As I felt him going back at it, she added, "Let's be a team, boys." Ryan pushed deeper and Lauren came down on top of me and she said under her breath, "Oh, I can feel it."

"Okay, I think I'm in," Ryan said. "Oh my god this is weird." His cock was laying directly on top of mine.

I looked up at her as she came fully down on me. I reached up and toyed with her boobs. "This chick is fucking crazy," I said to nobody in particular.

I held tight inside her, but Ryan began to grind. I could feel him withdrawing his erection an inch or two and then easing back in. "So hot," he mumbled. "So fucking wet." He picked up a little speed and I could feel the friction between us. "I'm gonna go, man," he said.

I held her. I rubbed her. I said to him, "What?"

"I'm gonna cum."

"No, wait a minute," I said.

Lauren stopped all her gyrations, even reached her hand back and forced him to stop his.

Ryan froze and said, "What?"

"Can you hold it?" she asked him.

He rubbed her back. "Not really. I mean, I'm right fucking there."

She leaned down into me, began a rhythmic, practiced grind. She gyrated on me, filled herself with me. "Cum for me," she whispered in my ear, even as I felt Ryan swelling and bursting. She moaned and she licked my neck and she ran a hand down my chest. And she squeezed her pussy down onto me with experienced precision. It was too much.

I grabbed her around the waist, brushed his hand, didn't care. "Oh god," I groaned. "Oh my god, baby."

Ryan pushed down on her and I pushed up. She rocked between us. I could feel Ryan convulsing and I could feel the popping of his dick every time he ejaculated. She was bearing down on me with short, quick gyrations. Her nails were digging into the sensitive area along the sides of my rib cage. Her legs were squeezing me. Her pelvis bumped me every time Ryan thrust into her.

As he finished, I began. As he swelled for the last time I swelled for my first, and for a second or two we were erupting together, each of us somehow finding room in there. Lauren screamed, loud enough I figured the whole party could hear. "Oh god," she went on. "Oh god yes."

I grabbed her around the waist and pushed up into her one last time, breathing heavy and covered with sweat. I pulled her down and buried my face between her boobs. We were a heap, and I was on the bottom. Our cocks were soft but we were both still inside her. When any of the three of us shifted, I could feel Ryan's cock jostle against mine. Because of the rubbers, we were actually momentarily stuck together as we shrank and withdrew from her.

She rolled over and laid on her back and she stayed that way for what felt like an obligatory few moments so we could caress her a bit more as we came down off our ejaculatory highs. She gave a little purr and I said, "Wow," and Ryan said, "That was fucking wild." She sat up between us. "Mmmm," she moaned. "Do you boys feel better?" She was smirking, touching both of us but more playfully, now, than sexually. "You be able to get along?"

Ryan and I looked at each other, and for the first time the full reality of what we'd just done fell upon my mind. We couldn't stand each other. Yet here we were, naked and panting and sweaty, with a hooker between us, likewise naked and panting and sweaty. "I don't know," I muttered. "I might need a reminder in a bit." I grabbed her upper thigh and she offered a playful little squeal.

She flicked me off of her. "Well I guess your bankroll will need to call and set that up." She slid off the bed and began to gather her things. She pulled her shirt on and winked. "I'll be ready."