The Time I Had A Threesome And Didn’t Know It [adultr]
And no, I wasn’t drunk. Just very naive.
Norah James
“I’ll come over at 8. You’ll have the kids in bed by then, right? And the parents won’t be home until late, so we’ll have some fun.”
Stella was my only friend that summer. I was a live-in au pair away from home for the first time. Lonely as fuck.
The two little kids stole my heart during my interview. A boy and girl, four and eighteen months. The parents were nice and offered me a room with my own TV and private entrance. Pretty easy money the summer I turned sixteen, except nobody my age lived in the neighborhood. I spent my day off each week at the nearby mall but only got to go home every other weekend for an overnight.
I wouldn’t have picked Stella as a friend if I’d had any other options. She was nice and all but a bit edgy with atrocious taste in music. Always playing those whiny boy bands like All-4-One. Girls who couldn’t get dates loved that shit.
She lived two houses down and did a lot of complaining, about her parents, her younger brother, school, and most of all, her weight.
I think she compensated for her unhappiness by risky behavior. She‘d’ show off earrings she shoplifted and bragged about drinking her parents’ brandy when they weren’t home. But she was the only person my age for seventy miles. So when the kids napped or the mom would take them to visit her sister and gave me a few hours to myself, I’d hang with Stella.
I’d never unlock the liquor cabinet for her, though. She badgered me because I made the mistake of telling her I knew where they kept the key. I needed the job and was afraid of getting fired.
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So that night, as soon as the parents drove out of the garage, and I couldn’t see their tail lights, I called Stella. Come on over, I said, but don’t make noise and wake the kids.
I opened the door, and Stella walked in. “Who’s this?” I said.
“Josh,” she said, leaning into his shoulder.
He was the best thing I’d seen all summer. Stella’d been holding out on me. She didn’t tell me there were any guys around. “He’s my next-door neighbor,” she said. But that didn’t explain where he’d been all this time.
Josh moved into the entryway in a move that made Stella give up his shoulder. Was it on purpose? From the lazy half-smile he gave me, I wasn’t sure. He came in with her, but I swear, he was checking me out.
But if I’d known Stella was bringing company, I’d have worn something presentable. Short shorts were big that year, but since I thought it was just going to be Stella and me, I‘d’ thrown on pajama bottoms and t-shirt when I got out of the shower.
Josh sauntered into the living room. “Cool place,” he said, looking into the enormous great room. “I babysat here once last year.”
“You know these people?”
Duh. If he lived in the neighborhood, why wouldn’t he? But where had he been all summer?
Stella read my mind. “Josh is a counselor at camp. He came home for the weekend, but none of the other kids are home, so I said we could hang. You’re cool, right?”
Josh looked like Justin Timberlake, only I didn’t know what Justin Timberlake looked like yet. Josh could hang with me anytime he wanted.
“Sure, make yourself at home.”
Stella brought toys. She pulled out a flask from her big straw beach bag and a little boom box. Before I knew it, I Swear was streaming across the room.
I rushed to shut it down. “Stell! The kids. You’ll wake them up.”
I hadn’t even gotten to the liquor. I’d have a drink at a party once in a while, but not while I was on duty. I took my job seriously, and when I said, “Seriously, Stell. No booze while I’m working,” she rolled her eyes at Josh. “Buzzkill,” she sneered but put the bottle away.
Josh just smiled at me and sank into the middle of the couch. “It’s cool,” he said in a dreamy way. I think he’d had a few before he came over. That was okay. As long as he didn’t drink in the house. I had my rules. I didn’t care how dreamy his eyes were.
So no music, no drinking. What were we going to do? Stella had it worked out. Before I knew it, she had turned off the lights. We had some backlighting from the kitchen, so it wasn’t completely dark, but when I looked at Josh, I really couldn’t see his features very well. Stella plopped herself down on one side of Josh, and he spread his arm across the back of the couch.
“C’mere, Norah,” he said, so friendly and inviting, I couldn’t resist. We’ll listen to music on low.”
So I guess this was the plan. We were getting all chit-chatty in the dark. I slipped onto the couch and pulled my feet under me. I’d been doing yoga all summer.
“So where you from?” he asked.
I started telling him, about myself and the three of us started talking and laughing. Yeah, it seemed odd to be sitting in the dark, but, whatever, I thought.
After a while, Stella got up and started dancing, clearly putting on a show for Josh.
Her movements were slow and sexy, which, to tell you the truth wasn’t a good look. She had worn short shorts and a midriff top. With an extra seventy pounds on her small frame, I would have suggested something more covered up, even in the very dim room. But Josh was applauding after her performance, and Stella took a deep bow.
But then she lost her balance and fell forward. Josh and I both leaped off the couch to catch her. I wasn’t sure, but it looked like he grabbed her breast. She didn’t slap his hand away, so maybe I got it wrong. It was dark and all. By then, I was pretty sure they’d both been drinking before they came over.
“I think you need a drink of water,” Josh said. Then he turned to me. “Which ways the kitchen? I’ll get her a drink.”
But Stella waved him away. She knew her way around the house. She’d been here many times before. “I’ll get it myself,” she said. “Josh, you want a drink of water? Norah, you got anything good? Juice, Coke? Beer?”
“Stella!” I warned. I got up to go into the kitchen with her but she waved me away. “Just kidding. Sit down,” and she stumbled off.”
Josh was back on the couch, so I joined him. There wasn’t much harm Stella could get into in the kitchen. The family only kept some ice tea in the refrigerator.
I sat back down on the couch and turned to say something to Josh, and before I knew it he had his mouth on mine. He totally took me by surprise. A million thoughts went through my head. First of all, I was instantly on fire. I’d been kissed before, but I hadn’t done any serious petting, so I’d never gotten really turned on by a guy.
Josh was different by light-years. He had his tongue in my mouth and his hand on my face, stroking my cheek and my neck like they belonged to him. I thought I’d faint from how good it felt.
And then I immediately pushed him away.
“Stella! She’s your girlfriend, right? What are you doing?”
Even though it was dark, I could feel his eyes burning into me.
“Are you kidding me? I went to kindergarten with Stella. I’ve known her like all my life. No, she’s not my girlfriend. We friends, but not like that.”
And then he came in for another kiss, just as we heard Stella’s footsteps coming back in through the dining room and toward us on the couch.
I don’t think the water helped sober her up. She flopped on the couch, and I thought she was going to fall asleep, but then she started talking about this new boy band she liked. Josh and I listened to her, not saying anything. He had his hand around my shoulder, stroking my arm and letting his fingers travel down inside the neck of my t-shirt.
While Stella was chatting away, he leaned over and began nuzzling my neck. In the dark, I guess she couldn’t see what was going on, but she must have been getting sleepy because she got very quiet. Josh, for his part, moved over to my mouth, and once again, he was kissing me, his tongue slipping in and out like Stella wasn’t even there.
I’d never experienced anything like this before. Makeout parties were nothing new. Someone would pass the word that their parents were going out, and we’d get together for some music. Soon the lights would go out, and we’d couple up with whoever was our crush at the time. As I said, for my part, it was all closed-mouth kissing, and sometimes, I have to say, I’d get bored.
But Josh knew what he was doing. His hands found places on my neck that seemed to have nerve endings I didn’t know existed. When he slipped his fingers inside my shirt and down into my bra, my brain went crazy. A part of me argued that I didn’t know him, I should stop him, but my body said shut the fuck up, we want more.
I moved around so that I faced him so he access to my breast, sending him the message he could do whatever he wanted to me. My signal was loud and clear. Before I knew it, his hand came out of my t-shirt and traveled down my belly, and he was rubbing my thighs. I’d never felt anything so good in my life.
A part of my worried Stella could see what he was doing, but she was making snoring noises, and I figured she was falling asleep. That was fine with me. All I could think of at that point was Josh and having his tongue in my mouth and his hands all over me.
He spread my thighs apart, and I couldn’t believe I let him. Before this night, I’d been such a prude. If a guy even tried to pull me too close to him, I’d get all up in his face. Josh seemed to have some magic because I was so turned on I was willing to let him do whatever he wanted. I put my hand on his jeans and was going to rub it against his body. I’d never felt an erection before and figured this was my chance.
But he pushed my hand away and whispered, “That’s okay. Let me take care of you.”
From stories I heard from my girlfriends at home, Josh was a standup guy. Some of the guys at school demanded their girlfriends give them blowjobs at school between classes, even if they weren’t having sex. What a gentleman, I thought.
He continued stroking my thighs with his free hand, the other one was still around Stella’s shoulder. Then he rubbed his thumb against my pussy. It felt so good, even though I still had my pajamas up tight around my waist.
My whole body tingled with desire. I wanted Josh to touch me everywhere. My breast, my arms, my pussy. I couldn’t believe how bold I felt, how bold he made me. I put his hand inside my PJs, and he slid his fingers down to my clit.
I’d made myself come before, but I’d never let a boy touch me there. This was a first, but I was ready. I was so wet, and he was so expert, it didn’t take me long to come. I stifled any sound and made myself as still as I could, so Stella wouldn’t wake up.
Then Stella started snoring pretty loudly, and that brought me to my senses.
“We have to stop,” I said. “She’s out of it. You have to take her home.”
“If you say so,” he said. He unhooked himself from me and made some adjustments to his jeans. Then he said, “Okay, Stell, time to go.”
I was in a bit of a daze. They walked out of the house just like we’d been listening to music all night. We never turned on the lights, so I didn’t have to face Stella, she didn’t have to see the look on my face.
Fast forward to the next day. I had a break at lunchtime. Stella came by to say hello. We went to my room for a few minutes, and she asked how I liked Josh. I didn’t want to say anything that would give away what had happened between us.
“He’s nice,” I said.
She rolled her eyes suggestively. “Oh, you have no idea how nice,” she said.
“While you were sitting there listening to the music, we were getting each other off.”
What?
“What are you talking about, Stella? I thought you fell asleep? I heard you snoring?
“Snoring? We were giving each other handjobs. Why do you think I went into the kitchen?”
“You said for a glass of water.”
“Give me a break, Norah. I got a towel for Josh. We do that all the time. When I wear short shorts it’s my signal to him that I’m ready. I hadn’t seen him for a while. He told me he’d distract you with the music or something. I knew you were such a virgin you’d never figure it out.”
Josh didn’t want me to touch him because Stella got there first. I thought he was such a gentleman. Stella didn’t even know he was servicing both of us at the same time. Not only that, it was my one and only threesome, and I didn’t even know it. They say youth is wasted on the young. It sure is.