The Side Project

Chapter 14: Reed

Chapter 14: Reed

Reed Plays Doubles On His Own

Reed Plays Doubles On His Own

Author's Note: TSP arrives in its spiritual home - group sex. This is probably better with the previous 13 chapters, but it stands on its own okay. As always, check the tags.

I undid the safety latch and opened the door, and my jaw nearly hit the floor. Standing in front of me was Natalie. Her full breasts pushed the thin white fabric of her button-down shirt to its limits. And she wore a hip-hugging black pencil skirt that shone a spotlight on her shapely ass. Four-inch black heels completed the picture. She pushed past me and walked straight for her best friend.

"Sorry I'm late!" she announced in a happy voice. "Some of us have to work for a living!"

"It's such a shame," Katrina said and stood up to greet her friend.

They embraced in a hug. Then they kissed. Not an on-the-cheek greeting kiss. They kissed full-on. Natalie slid her hands to Katrina's waist and untied the robe's belt, then moved them up to her friend's tits.

"Don't worry, Nat," Katrina said when they finally took a step back. "I think Reed has plenty more in the tank for us."

"Well, I have that insurance policy, just in case. You remember our old motto, girls always have to look out for each other," Nat said, just loud enough for me to overhear.

"Oh, girl, you're the best," Katrina said. "I want some."

I just stared on in disbelief, not sure what to make of the scene that had so quickly unfolded before me.

"The bathroom counter would be perfect for the, uh, favors," Katrina said and made her way back over to me. She slid her arm around me and continued, "I mean, I did tell you, Reed, that Natalie and I share everything, right?"

"You may have," I said, regaining my composure and confidence. "Did you perhaps share a certain video of us?"

"I did," Katrina said.

"And it was really hot," Natalie interjected. "It made me regret not taking things a step further when I slept over on Thursday."

Katrina guided us all toward the bedroom.

"And since we're celebrating today," she said. "I thought, what harm is there in making this a real party?"

My cock stirred. This was a surprise beyond my wildest dreams.

"You should know that Katrina and I really like to party," Natalie said.

I could tell they knew by my uncomprehending expression that they were making a sly reference to something, and I wasn't getting it.

"I bet you like to party, Reed, don't you?" Katrina said. "Maybe with a little powder that I personally believe makes sex even better."

And it registered with me. Natalie had brought coke. It made sense. And it didn't bother me a bit. I had dabbled in college and occasionally after law school. It had been a few months, but there was always an air of cocaine being a classy, celebratory treat. And I certainly associated with what I considered my spiritual hometown: Las Vegas.

"Wow," I said, my confidence bursting back into cockiness territory. "Just when I thought this day couldn't get any better? Let the real party begin!"

"I told you he was cool, Nat," Katrina said.

"It's been a while since we've had a cool one, huh, Kat?" Natalie said with a smile.

"Do you want me to set us up for success, and you can get out of those confining work clothes?" Katrina suggested.

"Sounds perfect," Natalie said.

Natalie set her purse on one of the night stands and rummaged through it. She pulled out a small plastic baggie filled with white powder.

"The good stuff," Katrina said with reverence.

"Always," Natalie said with a giggle.

"Reed, do you have a room key I can borrow?" Katrina asked.

"No need, girl," Natalie said. "I brought my roadtrip kit."

She reached back in her purse and pulled out a square compact, popping it open to reveal a razor blade and a short metal straw.

"God, you are such a girl scout," Katrina said happily. "Always prepared."

"I take no chances when it comes to partying. Another lesson I learned from my big sister," Natalie said with mock seriousness.

Katrina laughed, took the compact, closed it, and veritably bounced into the bathroom. Natalie took a step closer to me, and she began to unbutton her shirt. Her breasts seemed to sigh when the fabric finally released them. She wore a sturdy white bra that had been visible under the shirt but was decidedly not sexy -- a necessary compromise given how revealing the button-down was. She smoothly reached behind her back and unsnapped the bra, pushing it off of her along with the shirt. If Natalie was uncomfortable stripping in front of someone she had been with one time previously, she didn't show it. In fact, she proudly jutted out her chest.

Natalie's breasts were round and natural. A pleasing handful. She had small areolas that were a darker shade of pink, with pencil eraser like nipples poking out aggressively. She was aroused, there was no doubt about it.

"Reed, could you help me with the zipper on my skirt?" she asked sweetly. "It always sticks."

"Far be it from me to refuse a damsel in distress," I said. "Let me just find it here," I added as I approached the task by reaching my arms around her from the front.

Being much taller than Natalie, I used the height advantage to look over her shoulder to locate the zipper and place my hands on it. Then I leaned my head down, conveniently at breast level, as I unzipped it. It did stick, just briefly, and I gave her nearest nipple a lick and some soft suction as I finished pushing down the zipper, causing her skirt to fall to the floor. She let out a sigh.

"Take my panties off, too," Natalie said. "We're not going to need them."

"Music to my ears," I said, and I wrapped my arms around her again. This time, we met in a kiss, and I hooked my fingers underneath the bands of her white thong. I dragged them down, and she stepped out of the skimpy fabric, never losing our kiss. We kept it up until we heard a distinct snorting sound come from the bathroom.

"Looks like the first winter front is here early this year," Natalie said. "Want to join me?"

"I never tell a beautiful woman no," I said.

We walked into the bathroom, just as Katrina was bent over the vanity to snort another line. She had seen us in the mirror and turned around, tilting her head back and looking up at the ceiling.

"Oh, Nat, I love you," she said. "You got thegoodstuff."

"The best stuff, Kat," Natalie said. "No shortcuts for party time. I learned the sacred rules from the best."

Katrina smiled at the brunette and took two steps closer to her, holding out the short metal straw to her. But instead of just passing it off, she let her hand linger against Natalie's, until they were face-to-face. Their lips met in a kiss, and it finally dawned on me just how much of a treat this day would turn out to be. Katrina and Natalie melted together, and as they turned their bodies toward one another, their breasts pressed together. Sure, they were friends, and probably putting on a show for me to some degree, but there was obvious sexual chemistry there too. This pair shared a history that went well beyond simple college experimentation. It might have been the sexiest thing I'd ever seen. When they finally pulled away from one another, Katrina moved over closer to me, giving Natalie space to indulge in the party favors.

"I hope it's not a turn off," Katrina said to me, kissing my neck. "Nat and I like to party. We like to get a little wild."

"I love it," I said. "As long as you don't leave me out of the party."

"Help yourself, Reed," Katrina said with a broad smile. "I knew I picked a good one. One of our kind."

Natalie repeated the same ritual as Katrina, but when she popped up, holding her nose, she held the straw in my direction. Both women looked at me with anticipation. They didn't know what I'd do, and we didn't know each other well enough for them to presume this type of escalation would be greeted with enthusiasm.

But it was. I took the straw and thanked Natalie for it. It had been several months since I last indulged in cocaine, and I hadn't ever done very much. That clearly wasn't the case with Katrina and Natalie, particularly based on the size of the lines Natalie had cut. They looked huge to me, so I let common sense rule the day for the moment. I split one line into two, taking half of it in each nostril, which left behind one line. The rush was fantastic. Katrina had not been lying. This was uncut, grade A quality blow. I noted as much to the ladies.

"Well, he's not a stranger to it at least," Natalie said to Katrina.

"Showing restraint, Reed," Katrina said to me. "You're not going to get coke dick, are you? Nat and I hate coke dick."

"I'm not sure I know what that is," I said.

"I love your confidence," Katrina said. "Nat, do you want to do the honors or should I?" She took the straw from where I had set it on the vanity.

"I need to catch up, so I'm going to volunteer. I haven't even had a drop of Champagne yet," Natalie said with a laugh.

"Go for it, girl, and we'll fix that soon!" Katrina said and passed off the metal tube. She sidled up next to me as Natalie finished the last line of coke. "This is when the real fun starts, Reed."

We were kissing when Natalie rejoined us, a wild look in her eyes. She moved between us and took over kissing me from Katrina. Then she kissed her friend, too.

"Can I finally take Reed to the bed? I've been thinking about this since you sent me the video last night," Natalie said, her hand eagerly reaching for my cock.

"You have a lot of catching up to do," Katrina said, and the two women kissed again. She turned to me and added, "I told you we share everything. She has been obsessed with fucking you since I showed her that video of us."

"I haven't had a nice, thick dick in so long," Natalie said. "I'm craving it, and I'm so jealous of Katrina. It wasn't enough to just have it in my mouth when we first hooked up."

"It must be nice to have a friend who's so generous about sharing," I said.

"Oh, it is," Natalie said, nodding her head up and down. The bobbing motion didn't stop as she sank to her knees when we reached the side of the bed. And I realized how practiced these two were at sharing a man together.

Natalie took my cock in her mouth, just as Katrina covered my mouth in a kiss. But I felt a whiff of cool air. Natalie had pulled off.

"I can taste you on him, Kat," she said.

"Do we taste good together?" Katrina asked.

"Amazing," Natalie said, then swallowed me again.

"Oh god," I said.

"More like goddesses," Katrina said with a laugh.

For several minutes, we made out while Natalie gave me head that reminded me she was every bit on par with Katrina's skill set - she had, in fact, been trained by the best. I would have been happy if Natalie just finished me with her mouth. But that wasn't an option. It also became clear that, between these two, Katrina called the shots.

"Nat," Katrina said. "I think some more of Reed is going to leak out of me. Do you want it?"

"You know I can't say no," Natalie said, and she moved to the bed.

This was another indication that threesomes were part of the muscle memory for these two gorgeous women. Natalie laid down on the bed. Katrina followed her and settled above her mouth.

"Come on Reed," Katrina said. "Come fuck my bestie. I promise you she's clean and on the pill."

She cupped her own tits as she relaxed her thighs around Natalie's head and sighed as the brunette's tongue made contact with her pussy.

"Yesssss, Nat," she groaned. "Eat me. Be a greedy little slut and get all of Reed's cum out of me."

I moved into position to fuck Natalie, and Katrina leaned forward, her breasts dangling invitingly and hypnotically as I moved between her friend's thighs. She kept talking dirty. Any thoughts I had regarding protection flitted right past my lust-infused brain.

"You clean cum out of my pussy so well, Nat," Katrina said, her voice husky and dripping with desire. "Just like I taught you."

On that last line, she looked up and made a point to make eye contact with me. The head of my cock was just lining up with Natalie's pretty pussy. She was just as smooth as Katrina.

"That's right, Reed," Katrina said. "Nat and I are really, really naughty girls. She was my little sister in our sorority. I never thought I'd be one of those bad girls who experimented in college, but as soon as I met Nat, I knew I had to throw all the supposed rules out the window. A lot of our sorority sisters were like that - they experimented - but I didn't think it was for me. But Nat was so cute and so innocent. I could tell she was a fellow wild child like me. We needed to explore. To be bad. To find pleasure. Oh god! Yes! Nat, your tongue. It's magic!"

Then she reached forward and helped guide my cock into Natalie, who might have been even tighter and more velvety than the blonde bombshell. I couldn't discern, to tell the truth. They both felt so good. My cock felt so alive. The heightened sensations from the cocaine were definitely having an impact on the moment, as were the words of affirmation from these beautiful women, and my erection felt powerful. It was like I was a sex god, and I realized that I didn't think I had ever fucked on coke. At least, I hadn't used coke expressly as a sexual enhancer. Maybe Katrina and Natalie were onto something.

"Oh my god!" Natalie cried out suddenly, finally taking her mouth off Katrina's pussy long enough to express appreciation for my penetration. "Reed! Give me that dick!"

"I am, in fact, giving you dick, dear," I said.

"Ok, but I mean likereallygive me that dick now. I got all the cum out of Kat, so just fucking fuck me now. I need to feel like a bad little girl," Nat insisted.

Once more, I judged it foolish to tell a beautiful woman no. The three of us settled into a rhythm. Katrina basked in the oral attention from Natalie but kept her body lean sufficient so we could kiss as I fucked her sorority sister. The sensation of Katrina's urgent, passionate kisses coupled with the wet, welcoming depths of Natalie's vagina made me feel like a king. My eyes didn't leave Katrina's, and once more she seemed to be reading my thoughts.

"The coke makes it so good, doesn't it?" she said. "Fucking on coke is my favorite hobby."

She chuckled and sat back, smothering Natalie's face again and running a hand through her hair. It made her tits stick out deliciously. I kept rutting Natalie and just basked in my good fortune. I also vowed that this wouldn't be a one-time event.

"Fuck, Nat," I said. "You have an amazing pussy."

She said something back muffled by Katrina's cunt being affixed to her mouth, but I assumed it was positive because she pushed her hips up toward me, as if signalling that she wanted more. Katrina cried out, having her first orgasm on her girlfriend's tongue, and it turned me on even more to watch her face contort with pleasure. The only problem was that I was going to get into trouble really quickly if all this kept up. I hadn't dreamed a threesome would be on the table. And this was more than that. These women had planned this. I was their prey, and it made me feel like fucking Superman. I was shaken from my thoughts by Katrina once more.

"You should cum in her, Reed," she said. "Do you want to suck on my tits? Here. Suck on them." She pushed them toward me, and I took a nipple into my mouth. I was proud I could manage the pose, fucking Natalie while using my forearms to allow me to keep a forward enough pose to suck on Katrina's perfect tits. It was the kinkiest plank I could imagine, enough to make downward dog blush. And she kept pushing my buttons with her dirty talk. "God, my husband is probably on Teams meetings right now. And you are fucking his wife and her best friend. We are such bad girls. But we can't help it. We just love finding a real man to play with. It has been so long. I feel like you're awakening something in us that has been dormant way too long. But you need to cum inside her, do you understand? Finish this by cumming in her."

I pulled back because my arms were starting to shake, and I needed to concentrate on Natalie. Katrina understood it. She looked me dead in the eyes and said, "I need you to cum in her, Reed. I need you to cum in her so I can eat it out. I love eating Nat's pussy as much as she loves eating mine. And I owe it to her. This is what real sisterhood is all about. Not that fucking dumbass shit about charity. Real sisterhood is about enjoying the creampies your bestie makes."

She finished the sentence and came again, except this time it seemed that the climax ripped through her body even more intensely. She closed her eyes and praised Nat's tongue. It was too much for me to handle. My balls ached. My cock flexed. It was time, and I gave them a warning that I was going to cum. I drove into Natalie with one final stroke and held myself there until my cock stopped pulsing. Katrina almost leaped off her friend's mouth and moved down the bed, putting herself in prime position to access Natalie's pussy as soon as I pulled out. That meant I finally got to see Natalie's face. She looked angelic, well an angel whose face had been washed in female secretions anyway. And pleased. She smiled up at me.

"You have a fantastic dick, Reed," she said.

"You are pretty fantastic yourself, I do believe it was both our pleasure," I said and allowed myself to lie on my side next to her. Katrina wasted no time using her tongue, and Natalie cried out almost immediately. I kissed her, tasting Katrina's delicious honey on her lips.

"Kat, oh my ... oh my god! Don't stop! I'm so close! Please!" Natalie cried.

I realized she probably hadn't cum from me fucking her. It pierced the veil of my cocaine-heightened confidence. My first rule of sex was that the woman always cums first. I didn't want her to think I was selfish. Or a bastard. So I kept kissing her as she came on Katrina's tongue.

A few minutes later, the first round was over, and we all sat up. There was an awkward moment as we just looked at each other, then broke out in grins and laughed.

"That. Was. FUN!" Katrina exclaimed.

"Oh my god, Kat," Natalie said. "When was the last time we had that much fun?" It felt good that, as she said it, she ran her hand over my chest.

"Forever!" Katrina said. "What do you think? Should we bump up? Maybe have a drink and go for round two?"

"Hell yeah," Natalie agreed.

"I'll be here all night. Literally," I said, grinning.

Katrina hopped off the bed and went to the bathroom, reappearing a moment later with the plastic baggie, straw, razor blade, and Natalie's 'makeup' compact. It wasn't for makeup. The two women seemed to sense I wasn't as much of an expert with cocaine as they were, so they patiently explained it to me.

"There is nothing grosser than doing a line off the back of a toilet," Natalie said with disgust.

"We always make sure we have our own ... kit," Katrina said. "And it's super easy to conceal among things a woman usually keeps in her purse."

"It's all about purity," Natalie said.

"Of the product and the experience, and, uh, you know, our virtue," Katrina added, and they laughed, unable to keep a straight face at Katrina's joke.

As they talked, Natalie dumped a small pile of powder on the compact's mirror. She had laid it flat on the mattress. Katrina then moved in with the razor blade and crushed, chopped, and lined up the coke into a small brigade of lines.

"And there you have it!" Katrina said happily when six small lines had appeared.

Natalie took the straw, and Katrina held up the mirror to her. The brunette had finally lost her bun at some point during our coupling. She pushed her hair over her ear and quickly did two lines. She gave an almost orgasmic groan of appreciation as the drug flooded her nasal cavity. Then she held the mirror, passed the straw, and Katrina repeated the ritual. When it was my turn, I didn't hesitate and cleared the mirror of the final two lines. Then Katrina passed her index finger over the mirror and rubbed it on her gums.