my two partners (part two).

Scott

I put on my suit jacket and lean onto the bar, eager to get a beer before I have to be onstage.  I scan the crowded, dimly lit room for my bandmates, not that I’d necessarily recognize them; I haven’t even played with three of them before, besides a quick rehearsal beforehand.  I’ll be using charts, as I’m similarly unfamiliar with the tunes, but it’s all part of the job.  Watch, and learn.  I can’t make the guys out in the throng, anyway; not a bad attendance for a corporate fund raiser.  
However, my eye does go to a certain girl’s face.  Kind of heart shaped, with fair skin, a small mouth, and dark, intense eyes.  I’ve definitely seen her before at shows, and I’m reminded of my mandate from Meaghan to find and approach cute women.  So far, has been a tough go.  All the girls we know that are interested, are currently in exclusive relationships.  I had Meaghan approach women for a while, even create an online profile for herself, but I was never into anyone she showed me.  Maybe I’m just picky.  Maybe I’m not as into this threesome thing as she is.  Or maybe, I’ve already got the perfect woman.  So, she encouraged me to take the reins, from now on.
The girl approaches the bar, beside me.  I haven’t flirted in a while, but it’s like playing a song you learned in your youth.  “Need a drink?  I have a ticket that I’m not going to use.”
“Hmm?  Really?”            
“Yeah.  I usually give it to my girlfriend, but she isn’t here tonight.”
“Wow.  Thanks!”
“Are you here with anyone?”
“No.  I just, like to see a lot of shows.  Like, as many as possible.  I don’t mind going alone,” she says passionately, like it’s her job.  She makes a lot of eye contact when she speaks.
“Yeah, I feel like I’ve seen you around before...”
“Mm, hm.  I’ve seen you play a couple times.”
“You have!  That’s what I thought.  I’m Scott.”
“Emily.”
“Well, I’d better jet,”  I say, seeing my bandmates climb the stairs to the stage.  “You’ll be around after?”
“Yep!  Thanks for the drink!”        
“No problem!”  I call over my shoulder, retreating into the crowd, towards the stage.
“You talking to Emily?”  The drummer shouts to me, through the din.
“Just met her,” I call back.  “She seems nice.”  
“Yeah, she’s a fun girl.  I think she’s seeing like four people right now.  And, apparently, one of them’s a woman.”

After the set, I wipe my forehead, and descend from the stage, to find the elfish Emily hanging around it.  I’m getting a very youthful vibe off of her, as she brushes a curl of wavy short hair off her forehead.  Meaghan calls it a pixie cut, I think.
“Great set!’
“Thanks!  It was a lot of new music, but I think it sounded alright.”
“Yeah, I like this venue.  Great acoustics.”
“Are you into music?  Like, other than as a spectator?”
“Yeah, I studied Music History, Composition, Appreciation.  I might go for my PhD.”
“Oh, cool.”  I’ve never formally studied, myself.  But, that’s definitely the route to take, if you want to teach, say, at a university or college level.
“Well, we’ll see.  I’ve also been getting into production, tech-ing shows, and whatnot.”
“Awesome.  We definitely could use some more good techs in this city.”
“I’d also like to preform.  But, we’ll see.”
“Right.  What do you play?”
“Drums.  I’m a drummer.  Well, not professionally.”  I nod, letting her ramble.  She could be successful as a drummer, if she was any good.  People are eager to book female rhythm musicians.  Especially if they’re as cute as her.  Meaghan’s going to love her.
“Hey, I’ve got to get home to my girlfriend, but... would you want to grab lunch sometime?”
“Sure!  I’d to pick your brain.  If that’s okay with you.”
“Cool.  Find me on Facebook?”      

       

On the ride home from a bandmate, I search for her Facebook page on my phone, to see that she’s already requested my friendship.  Her age says twenty-two.  Quite the age gap for me; less so for Meaghan, who’s twenty-nine.  But, you would have to get someone kind of young and flighty to agree to a threesome.  Especially the kind that you have repeatedly.  And, sober.  I scan for a good pic to show Meaghan, but Emily’s a little Facebook shy.  Finally, I agree on one.  I’m a little excited.  This looks good.

“How was the gig?” 
I tell her about Emily, and we have some threesome inspired sex on the couch of our living room, in which Meaghan does what she does best: get me off.  I know regular, penis-in-vagina sex isn’t her favourite, but she sure is good at it.  My heart hurts a little every time, though, knowing that it isn’t getting her off, as well.  It feels selfish.  She tells me she enjoys having my cock in her, and she definitely looks and feels like she does, but I know she’s isn’t going to be happy unless she comes, too.  Which is why I always look forward to this part, when I can make her truly happy.  We turn out the lights; her arm is around me, my head resting on her shoulder.
“Do you want to get off before bed, baby?”
“Mmm, sure,” she purrs.  She never says no.  It’s one of the things I love about her sexuality.  Relentless.  She sleeps naked, so I start at her perfectly shaped breasts, the nipples already hard.  I grope them with one hand, thumbing her nipples back and forth.  
“What do you want me to talk about?”
“Mmm, anything,” she says, arching her back into my hand.  My main job in getting her off, is the talk.  She reaches to the bedside table to grab her vibrator.  I press my hips into her side, feeling myself getting hard again. 
“Do you want me to talk about Emily?”
“Mmm... how about Dirty Masseur?”  She loves Dirty Masseur.  When she gives me the option, usually I talk about something else, just to keep some interest and variance for myself, but when I need to make her come fast, Dirty Masseur is the go to.
“Okay...” I hum, clinically checking out her breasts.  “It seems like you have some tension here.  Do you mind if I touch you on your breasts?”
“Mmm, go ahead,” she sighs, placing the lubricated vibrator on her clit.  Instantly, I see her body relax.
“We need to work the nipples, too.  This will all help you relax, okay?” 
“Mmm, I trust you.”  
“Good.  Now, if it seems like I’m touching you in an odd place, just remember that I’m doing this for your own good, okay?
“Mmm.  Yeah.” 
“I’m doing this all to help you relax.”  I hear the vibe alternating rhythms on her clit, and when I let it bother me, I simultaneous feel relieved, and jealous of it.  I have an quick, easy job because of it, and it takes the pressure of off me to get her off with the vibe, but it buzzes in my ears my inability to do so on my own.  I’ve always been able to get girls off with my dick.  Meaghan does need me; she needs another type of stimulation, other than the vibrator, to make her come.  It can be porn when she’s alone, or the assistance of my presence, touch, or words.  And, I know just where to touch her, as well.
“Mmm,” she moans, bearing down in concentration.  My hand drifts down her side, to her hips and thighs, which she has raised, feet flat on the mattress.  I begin to knead her ass.
“Now, you have no idea how much tension people hold here,” I drone, as I massage her firm butt.  I retrieve my other arm from under her neck, and begin to jerk myself as I do it.  My erection is at full mast, and I feel ecstatic at even my own touch.  A bit of pre-come lubricates the strokes.  “Especially, here,” I continue, my fingers now grazing her asshole.  
“Ohh,” she groans, lost in the role play.  I’ve never met someone that loves dirty talk so much.  I love it, and I love her.
“Do you think you can relax here for me?”
“Ohh.  Yes.”
“Do you feel me touching the outside of your ass?  I know it feels odd, but don’t clench up for me, okay?  Just try to relax.”  I can feel her asshole pulsing, wanting me, wanting to open up.
“Yes.”
“That’s it.  Just like that.  Now, I’m just going to go inside just a little bit.”
“Mmm.”  I lick my finger, and rub her opening in little circles.  Almost like a masseur.  I feel her gorgeous hole reach out to me, drawing me in, and I follow, giving her a couple knuckles.  Just then, she bucks, curling forward, crying out.  “Fuck, fuck, fuck!  Yes!”
“Mmm,” I moan happily, letting go of my cock with the other hand.  I continue to hug her side, fitting against every part of her silhouette, like a puzzle.  She laughs a little bit.  She’s never so happy, as when she’s just came.
“Thank you, my love.”
“Mmm, my pleasure, baby.”
“Are you... good?”  She asks, perhaps noticing my boner pressing against her side.  But, I’ve done exactly what I wanted.
“Oh, yeah, baby.  Go take a shower, then we’ll have a nice hug before bed.”
“Okay,” she smiles, kissing me about a dozen times on the lips, before leaving.  

I love it when she’s happy.  I love it so much.