The Singles

MELISSA The house was beautiful. The house was a dump. Wait, what? OK, let me backtrack a little. Imogen had called me in the middle of the night after our day out at the beach, telling me she was in 100%, and she couldn't wait to move out of her apartment and in with us. I almost asked if Darren was there with her, she seemed so excited, but for once I bit my tongue. Anyway, I called our Realtor in the morning to step up the search a bit, and she came back the following day with a big old monster of a house not far from Assiniboine Park. The place was almost as big as the one I had teased Darren about when I first suggested roommates; oodles of bedroom and bathrooms, two full kitchens, two formal dining rooms, lots of space for common areas. And massively in need of renovations. I marshalled the troops for a conference. A closer look revealed that the place was in better shape than it appeared, at least structurally. The foundation had been repaired by the current owner after flooding had messed up the basement pretty bad, so we had no structural worries, only cosmetic. However, the cosmetic concerns were substantial enough to put this gorgeous old house into shouting distance of our desired price range. Our agent even offered to buy my condo for cash if we needed money quickly for the down payment. Even better: the place was vacant and ready for immediate possession. Ten days later, we had ourselves a house. We were all impatient to get moved in, so we claimed the rooms in the best shape and started making arrangements with a contractor to get started on the renovations; because the house was sold for well below its assessed value, we were able to access a significant amount of extra capital with our mortgage, provided the money was spent on upgrades. Moving, decorating, our jobs, and living with contractors underfoot left us exhausted for a while, so as much as I was really itching to end my drought with Darren, I just didn't have the energy, so most evenings ended with the three of us vegging out on the couch in front of the TV. The contractors worked quickly though, focussing on finishing one room at a time as quickly as possible, as per our instructions. Soon enough, we had enough refinished living space to accommodate the three of us, although the extra bedrooms and most of the common areas were still under construction. The most important item was completed on schedule, though: a fancy new hot tub I had picked up for the upstairs patio. The master suite in the house was fantastic. Not only did it have a walk-in closet the size of my first apartment, the bathroom was bigger than the one in my condo. The best part however was the patio. French doors opened out onto a third-floor space almost as large as the bedroom itself, overlooking the river. High enough to be completely private, it provided a wonderful place to enjoy fresh air without the intrusion of annoying insects and the like, as well as being only a few steps from indoor comfort. The ideal place for a four-seasons hot tub. The master suite itself we had agreed to leave as "common space" so there would be no arguments over who got the "best bedroom". The master bath would be open for anyone to use, and the bedroom itself would serve as a lounge area perfect for hot-tub parties. Naturally it was the first common space we wanted finished, and by the first week of July the hot tub was installed and begging to be tried out. Who were we to keep it waiting? After the contractors finally left for the night (around 9:00 PM; we gave them permission to work as late as they pleased in order to get the work done as soon as possible) Imogen whipped up some snacks while Darren and I prepped the tub for the first use. Once the water was heated, he stripped naked and climbed in, settling in with a most contented sigh. I followed suit immediately; it was a cool night for July, and the warm water made a great contrast to the cool air. Darren's eyes travelled slowly over my body as I wandered out onto the patio and settled into the tub; although we'd been back to the beach a couple times since our first trip with Imogen, we hadn't seen each other naked at home since we started our "break" from sleeping together, and I could tell he appreciated the view in a home setting again. I slid down beside him and let him put his arm around me as Imogen finally arrived with refreshments. She was dressed in a light t-shirt and her bikini bottoms (the top remained somewhere in Lake Winnipeg) which flattered her figure amazingly, and when she pulled off her top Darren and I both stared in spite of ourselves. True, we'd seen her tits before, but again the setting was different. Imogen approached the tub, pausing at the edge for a second as if forgetting something. Suddenly she bent, pulled her bottoms off, and slid into the tub opposite us. "About time," Darren teased from beside me. "Shut up," she shot back. "You should be congratulating me for getting the courage to do that in front of you guys. If you're a good boy, I might even do this next time we go to the beach. I've been thinking about it, you know. Just a little shy still. Anyway," she raised her wine glass in a toast, and we did the same, "we did it guys. Welcome to our new home. Some assembly still required." Darren and I echoed the sentiment, and we settled into an easy conversation as we enjoyed our new relaxation center. I got up after a while to run to the "little girls' room", and when I got back, Imogen had moved over beside Darren, almost touching shoulders. I slid back in on his other side, ducking inside the circle of his arm, motioning with a wink and a grin for Imogen to do the same on her side. Darren sat up proud as a peacock, with a naked chick on each side of him, cuddling down onto his shoulders. It felt good to be held like that after a couple weeks of dodging his touch, but I wasn't sure yet that I wanted to open that door again so soon, so instead I just enjoyed the contact and let myself drift. Unfortunately, I had an early yoga class in the morning, followed by a busy day ahead of me, so at last I bid them both good night with a hug for each and a quick kiss for Darren, and headed downstairs. I curled up around my pillow -- my preferred position for sleeping alone -- but I was far too restless. My hand wandered slowly downward, my fingers inching their way toward the part of me that was begging to be touched. I cupped my mound with my open hand, applying gentle pressure to test the waters, and my body responded, my thighs tightening around my hand as my hips moved, pressing harder against my hand. Self-pleasure had been almost a nightly thing since I'd first discovered how way back in my early teenage years, and the recent gap in my sex life had returned me to my usual habits, but this was different. It wasn't a quick tickle for thrills that my body wanted. I wanted a warm body taking care of me, but the best I could give myself was a bit of time with myself to back off the desire for the time being. I gently parted my lower lips with my middle finger, sliding up my slit to nudge my clit, then all the way down to moisten my fingertip with my own juices which were starting to flow. My legs clenched tighter around my hand as I clutched the pillow to my chest for maximum contact. My hand wiggled from side to side, opening my lips wide and allowing my palm to press directly on my exposed nub as two fingers plunged deep inside me. Wanted to achieve release as quickly as possible so I could sleep, I pressed down hard with my palm as my fingers clawed for my g-spot. Pulling my fingers toward my palm as firmly as I could, I began rocking my hand, alternating pressure against my g-spot and my clit, and in minutes I felt my orgasm building up. I rolled farther onto my stomach, using most of my weight to press my body down onto my palm, and suddenly I was cumming, gasping out my release as my hips pressed down hard on my hand as if begging for more. The spasm gradually eased off, then stopped, and with a sigh I resumed my quest for sleep, but again it escaped me. I was too restless. My body refused to settle down. Maybe a cold shower, I thought ruefully. More likely to jolt me even more fully awake, I decided. Still, in my previous bouts of insomnia, a short walk often helped to clear my head and relax my body, preparing me for sleep again, so I got up, not bothering to dress, and went downstairs to the kitchen. Restless feet took me from room to moonlit room, through all the finished areas of the house, gradually leading me all the way back to the top floor. Seeing a faint light coming from the master bedroom, I decided to head back outside to say hi to the others again if they were still out there, but I stopped in the doorway. Darren and Imogen were still in the hot tub, all right, huddled close against the far side, making out intently. Her hands wandered over his shoulders and head, and his... I froze when I noticed that his lips were against her neck, not on her lips, and her head was thrown back, eyes closed, with a rapturous look. His arm was moving vigourously under the water, and I realized he was probably doing something between her legs that she was enjoying immensely. I stood there, unable to move, incapable of dragging myself away from the scene in front of me. She suddenly clutched him more fiercely, her long left leg emerging from under the water to wrap around his back as her moan drifted over to my ears, audible even above the rush of the jets. Darren lifted her carefully, and inch by inch Imogen's gorgeous nude body rose out of the water as he laid her down carefully on the decking and began kissing his way back down her body. I was in shock. A wave of pure jealousy hit me as he settled his head in between her legs and his talented tongue (and I knew exactly how talented that tongue was) went to work on her pussy. Well, I can't say I was exactly jealous, not in a possessive sense over Darren. More that I was jealous that she was getting what I so desperately needed. I moved into the room, sitting back against the wall where I could see them clearly, hoping that they wouldn't notice me if they happened to look my way. My left hand massaged my breasts in turn, while my right dove back between my legs as I watched my two friends enjoying each other outside. How I wished I could be out there with them! Darren's oral attentions had their effect, and Imogen was wailing again, thrusting her hips off the deck, holding his face into her crotch as she came. Darren stayed with her the whole way, and as soon as she released his hair, he began kissing his way up her body and I watched, enthralled, as his rock-hard cock rose from the water. Imogen was fumbling madly with the shirt she'd been wearing when she first came outside, and at last her hand came back holding a condom -- evidently she'd been hoping tonight would be the night! -- which she quickly ripped open and rolled onto his dick as smoothly as could be expected under the circumstances. No sooner was it in place than he lunged forward and impaled her in a single stroke, drawing yet another loud moan from her pretty mouth. The hand in my pussy moved along with them as Darren thrust into her again and again, and Imogen's moan once again rose in both pitch and volume, until I started to wonder if the neighbours might complain. Harder and harder he pounded into her, and thought I could hear him grunting with the effort. Imogen arched her back, lifting her hips higher off the deck with each thrust, until with a grunt that was almost a roar she pushed Darren off of her and rolled over, kneeling on the bench inside the tub and lying face-down on the deck. My left hand joined my right in my crotch, thrumming my clit as my right hand dug fiercely into my love tunnel. My hands were a blur and Darren rammed his gorgeous playmate from behind for all he was worth, and I felt my orgasm rising along with Imogen's wail. We all exploded at almost the same time, Imogen rising on her hands to throw her body back against Darren, almost knocking him off balance as she literally screamed out her orgasm; Darren meeting her thrust for thrust, burying himself balls-deep in her snatch and roaring as he spilled his seed; my hands once again clamping down hard on my clit and g-spot, milking my second orgasm of the night out of me, this one much more satisfying than the last. I lay there on the floor, gasping for air, watching as my friends collapsed, sliding together back into the tub for a post-coital cuddle, and I scrambled to my feet just as Imogen gave Darren a final kiss and rose from the tub. I ducked around the doorframe, hoping that she wouldn't look my way, breathing a sigh of relief as she walked right past and headed downstairs. Darren followed shortly after, leaving me alone upstairs in the dark. I wandered slowly across the room and out the patio doors, standing naked in the night breeze for a time. Walking closer to the tub, I ran my hand across the spot where Darren had nailed our new friend just a few shorts minutes ago. I imagined her warmth still in the wood, her wetness (or was that just a splash of water from the tub?) moistening the wood, leaving it gleaming in the moonlight. I almost slipped into the tub for a quick dip, but decided against it, instead heading back downstairs with the intention of trying to sleep. I hesitated at the door to my bedroom, finally turning around and padding to the other end of the house, and taking a deep breath I opened Darren's door as quietly as I could. The dark shape on the bed moved slightly as he rolled over. "Imogen? I thought..." "No, it's me," I whispered as I approached the bed. I slid carefully under the light blanket and lay against him, running my hand across his chest. "I am so jealous of her right now," I told him. "You have no idea how badly I need what you two just had." "You...I'm sorry," he stammered. "We were...she..." "It's ok," I told him. "I've been telling her she's free to do with you as she pleases. I just...I couldn't sleep, I was going to get back in the hot tub for a bit, I saw..." I stopped to collect myself. "I've missed being with you like that. I need you Darren. Right now. Please." Without another word he turned his head and kissed me, our tongues dancing as he moved his hand between my legs. I was still sopping wet from before, and extremely sensitive, and his fingers quickly drew a gasp from me. I pulled on his shoulder, leading him to roll on top of me, and soon he was inside me, filling me with that cock with which I had become so familiar. He moved into our usual rhythm, but I stopped him before he got moving too fast. "'No," I whispered. "Not tonight. Right now I just need to feel you. Slowly please. Fill me." He did as I begged, slowing his pace to a crawl as we savoured every motion, every rock, every penetration and withdrawal. After three hours, or maybe it was only five minutes, I rolled on top of him and took over the pace, dragging my sensitive nipples across his chest with each stroke. His hips rose to meet me and we moved together as once again we climbed the orgasmic ladder. When I came, it was a long, gentle rush that drew a soft moan from my lips, and I wrapped myself around him completely as my orgasm went on and on. I felt him let go inside me, thrusting carefully against me as my pussy milked every drop out of him, and at last, at long last, we subsided together in the bed, feeling like we ought to be lighting the room with our afterglow. "Thank you," I whispered in his ear as I kissed him gently. "I was afraid I was getting too close to you, but I realize now I don't want to be too far from you either. I'm yours any time you want me." "I'm glad," was the last thing I heard as my body, fully satisfied now, finally allowed me to sleep.