I got dumped, but my friends cheer me up [M25/F23/F26][groping][fondling][threesome]

It's crazy how you can be blind to things that're right in your face. Like how cute Ruby is, this childhood friend of my ex who I've known for years, a devilish petite redhead I never before paid that kind of attention to. But laid out side-by-side on the big chaise in my buddy Eric's basement, in the darkness while the crappy horror movie plays on the big screen she fondles me through my shorts. It's a private thing between her and I, the rest of the group blithely unaware, a little thrill triggering in me an acute and sudden attraction.

And Chloe, too, an adorable blond pixie of a girl but apparently I am learning with the hottest fuck-me eyes I've ever seen. She's my buddy Jonathan's little sister, not that Jonathan hangs out with us anymore ever since he went and got himself married and spawned a whole flock of children. He may have ditched our hang-outs, but Chloe lingered, and that she has a thing for me is a fact of which I have been unaware until a half-hour ago when, as the movie was starting and she was squeezing into a spot next to me after making Kris scoot over, she surreptitiously took my hand in hers and placed it directly onto her slender left breast. And when I glanced her way I fell into her eyes.

How did this happen? How did I find myself suddenly the target of not one but two different friends' overt sexual advances? I guess that's my ex's fault. To make a very long and painfully boring story short, Ann and I got together right at the end of senior year high school, and then I followed her off to attend the same university as her. We became long-distance when she suddenly decided halfway through her junior year to transfer schools. And that long distance relationship is how things were even through graduation and getting jobs and living life until precisely 10:38am today, when after six years of dating, on my day off instead of our planned video call she sent me a chat message that she doesn't love me anymore and oh by the way she's moving in with this guy she knows.

Which, hindsight being what it is, it's cringe-inducing to look back and note that the long-distance part of the relationship had lasted longer than the in-person. The writing was on the wall, I suppose, since Ann and I haven't actually seen each other in person in six months. But I was a fool in love, and I thought I would end up marrying her one day, so at the time it seemed worth it.

And when I called up Eric and spilled my drama into his ear he did what best friends do best: showed up at my home in his huge lifted truck. "Get in," he said, "Called in sick. We're hanging out today, classic style." And as he gunned the gas and whipped through traffic he called one friend after another, rallying all the troops. "Mike's been dumped," he told them, not mincing words, "Meet at Maxwell's." Maxwell's is my favorite sports bar. One by one, friends old and new showed up, commiserated, bought me a drink. I've never liked being the center of attention, but nobody expected me to say much, and other people were happy to gossip my drama on my behalf. So I hung at the periphery of the crowd even if the crowd was gathered in my honor.

I drank and ate and felt a little better, but Eric wasn't done. "Bowling," he declared, "The lanes we always used to go to during high school." A group of us migrated over, halfway drunk and reliving old times. After two games, someone said, "As long as we're doing it, why not a round of mini golf?" and everyone agreed.

"You guys," I said bashfully, "You don't have to do all this. It's just me."

"No, shut up," Eric said, "We're having dumb fun today, and that's all there is to it."

"But I don't deserve it."

"No, man. You're the glue that holds us together." Kris said that, and Kris never says anything, so it really made me feel good.

After eighteen embarrassing drunken attempts at avoiding windmills and trap doors and ponds with unlikely shapes, we hit up the arcade attached to the mini golf, followed by what always used to come next, a greasy and salty fried dinner at this old-fashioned fast food shack where you have to eat your corn dogs and milkshakes on ancient plastic tables outside.

"Hey, man, you remember what we always used to do after?" Eric said.

"No, I'm good," I waved his generosity away. "I just want to go get some rest now, I think."

"Fuck that. It's time for a shitty horror movie. You guys'll like it, I put in a bomb-ass new home theater system at my place I've been wanting to show you, anyway."

My friends, they really do know how to cheer me up.

Were Ruby or Chloe flirting with me throughout all that? I don't know, I'm oblivious to that sort of thing. Chloe did give me a rather big hug when she first met up with us, "Sorry, Mike, it sucks. She was your only real relationship, wasn't she?" and maybe it was Chloe's foot under the table at Maxwell's that kept rubbing against mine?

And Ruby, who showed up later, at the arcade, and got me high out in the parking lot, well, she's always grinning anyway. "I don't know what happened to Ann," she shook her head, passing me the joint, "She's been different these last few years. I don't think you did anything wrong, Mike." I'm not much of a smoker, but I figured the circumstances were extenuating, even if being stoned did make my air hockey skills terrible. I got a high score at Galaga, though, so go figure.

So as I'm laying here in Eric's basement on the chaise in the dark, the beer and weed flowing through my system, fondling one friend while another gropes me stiff, pillows and blankets and bodies cocooning all this naughtiness from view, a part of me is wondering if these two girls already had a thing for me, or if this is just their way of showing sympathy.

Although the main part of me is trying to decide which I'd rather fuck.

That's assuming I've read their intentions correctly. Which, considering the way Ruby's biting her lip most coquettishly as she grabs me through my shorts and tickles my cock stiff and squeezes my balls, I think I have. And, seeing that Chloe does not object when, after making sure both of her breasts in her sports bra have been sufficiently fondled, I slide my hand down to do similar explorations around her tight blue booty shorts, I'm feeling that her message is also hard to misunderstand.

Actually, the big question is, how do I navigate this without hurting anyone's feelings? I'm not an asshole, and these girls are my friends. One of them's going to be disappointed when she gets passed over for the other, and suddenly I'm dreading that fallout more than I'm looking forward to what comes after.

But things are progressing. The situation may reach a crisis point before I even choose. Ruby has pulled my chin to hers and is making out with me, her thick red lips a lush tease against my own, her breath hot and sensual. Her freckles glow in the dim and flickering light, her eyes glint with mischief. This girl's got me turned the fuck on.

Which is great, except I've got Chloe ready to go. She's discretely guided my hand underneath her shorts, and as I'm massaging her clit and running my fingers between her puffy lips, I can feel just how wet she is. She presses into my side, transmits her heat to me through full body contact. It would make me so hard, if I weren't already erect.

Ruby had been Ann's friend originally, a teammate of hers, and she didn't even like me at first. "Milquetoast," she'd called me, hitting every syllable to make sure I heard her right, thinking Ann could do better. Which, to be fair, Ann was a hot tennis star valedictorian with dreams of solving the world's problems, and I was just some slacking slouch, so Ruby had a point. But I eventually found my focus, and Ruby warmed to me. It didn't seem all that weird when, after Ann had taken off for the other side of the country, Ruby kept showing up to hang with the group. And it sunk in that her and I had actually become friends independent of Ann when she showed me a paper flyer advertising a punk show happening soon. "This that band you like?"

"Yeah, hey! Cool." I took the sheet from her. "How'd you know?"

She narrowed her eyes like I was an idiot. "Cuz you talk about them all the time?"

I did. I just didn't think she listened when I spoke. I was wrong about that, and she even went with us to the show. "You a fan of punk now?" Eric asked her.

"It's alright. I'm a fan of hanging out with my friends, though, so…" she shrugged.

Chloe just appeared one day years and years ago, Jonathan showing up to hang out like he did normally, except that day with his kid sister in tow. He never offered an explanation as to why he brought her that day, and I don't remember anyone asking. But overnight in the group she became a fixture, a silly and easy-going girl who people sometimes mistook for being spineless. It was usually at the point where they pushed too far and Chloe's fiery stubborn inner core exploded out of her that those people realized their error. That, three years back, she convinced the lot of us layabouts and slackers to start camping — camping! — and hiking these long and arduous trails deep in the mountains on the regular was a testament to both the respect she'd earned and the steadfast determination she could manifest without you even realizing what was happening. And she was so reliable. "You should buy that," she told me once, pointing at a silver and black necklace in a shop window at the mall.

"What? Why?"

"For Ann. It's her birthday next week, right? And she likes onyx, doesn't she?"

She was right on both counts, saving my ass that year. "The thing I like about Chloe," I told everyone afterwards, "Is that you can make a plan like, ‘Hey, I'll meet you for lunch at Maxwell's next October 8 at noon,' and never mention it again, and Chloe will be there, October 8 at noon on the dot."

She just rolled her eyes. But it was true.

"Come home with me tonight, Mike," Chloe coos in my ear, voicing the soft and vulnerable side of her, "I need someone to tuck me in."

My fingers curl up inside her. The thought of getting her naked, seeing her bare her slender chest and slide her underwear from her svelte hips and show me her tight little pussy… it makes my cock throb.

Yet Ruby is continuing in her slow massage of my dick. Her whispered words are hot and sound like sex, "Let me know if you need a hand with this." She licks my ear to make clear her offer. "I know just the remedy for breakups."

The girl wants to blow me. I analyze what she's said from every angle to test my theory for weaknesses, but no matter how I parse it, Ruby's telling me she wants to wrap her lips around my dick, make me cum down her throat.

I'm shocked that any of my friends want to do these things for me, let alone two of them. Spending all day with me was more than I could have asked, and now this? How in the hell can I even make this decision? They're both hot. They've both got me turned on. And I want to fuck them both, to be honest.

"I need a drink," I say aloud. I extricate myself and sit up, glance each at Chloe and Ruby in turn, and slink from the room hoping the darkness hides my boner. I go upstairs to the restroom and at the sink I splash my face with water, look at myself in the mirror. And I'm still just me, I haven't secretly been body-swapped by some super hot lunk. Tow-headed, clean-cut, normal-looking, tall I guess, lean but not scrawny. Are the girls actually into me, or are they just being nice? No, that's not right, I know better than that. Being nice is buying me a beer. Wanting to fuck me is something beyond.

In the kitchen, I open Eric's fridge and pull out a bottle, something light and golden. And when I close the door Chloe and Ruby both are standing there, eyeing me warily. "Uh, hi," I say. It's lame, I know.

"So," Ruby says, "Turns out you were fooling around with both of us."

"At the same time," Chloe adds.

I feel the hope of getting laid at all evaporating from my grasp. I hide behind my bottle, a poor shield. "Sorry, I–"

Nobody says anything, I just stopped talking on my own volition.

"Yes?" Ruby prompts, "Finish the sentence. What are you sorry about?"

My mouth runs. "It just happened, it wasn't on purpose. I didn't know how to stop it. I didn't want to hurt anyone's feelings, and in the middle of a movie didn't seem like a good time to get into an involved discussion. I like you both. Not that way– I mean, you're both totally cute– but I'm not– I didn't know what to do–"

Chloe's frown breaks, and she starts laughing. Ruby looks at her, grins. "Works for me."

"C'mon, Mike," Chloe says, "Let's get out of here."

"Who? Where?"

She shakes her head. "Just get into my car."

Chloe and I slip away from Eric's house without saying goodbye. My friends'll understand. We don't talk much on the five-minute ride home. And when she pull up in front of my place, she gets out and comes upstairs to my apartment with me. She's never been over before, and I go to the wall where the pictures are, start pulling down all the ones with Ann in them. "So, um, what do you want to–"

"Take off your clothes, Mike."

"All of them?"

Her eyebrows flick. "All of them."

It feels somehow indecent, getting naked while Chloe watches. We've seen each other in fairly scant swimsuits in the past, but this feels different. I'm standing awkwardly, shifting my weight from foot to foot.

"Huh, Ann's loss," she says, eyeing me hungrily, "Which one's your bedroom?"

I haven't had a roommate in months. I point at my door.

"Go lie down. I'll join you in a minute."

And I do what I'm told. Because I'm pretty sure that doing so will get me laid. Even if I don't know what's going on. Through the closed door, I hear a minor commotion, noises, voices. And when the door opens I gasp.

It's not Chloe, it's somehow Ruby. And she's wearing this black lace lingerie which cups and teases and highlights, long red hair cascading down her back, legs covered in see-thru thigh-high stockings, tits carried by braiding which lifts them and presents them up, pussy bare and pink and plump and thrilling.

"Oh," I say simply, my dick twitching with the beginnings of an erection.

"I had to swing by my house," she says, "Pick up a few things." That's when I notice that in her hand is a big fuchsia dildo, an intricate phallus rendered in detailed silicone.

And as she walks into my bedroom, sashaying side to side most entrancingly, behind her in the doorway appears Chloe, nude but for blue hip-hugging panties. Her slender tits are even sexier than I dared imagine, a flawless match to her spunky demeanor. "We were chatting, Mike," she says, "And Ruby and I decided, since we all want the same thing, and we're all friends, no point being jealous." She's walked up to the side of my bed and has rested her fingers lightly on my thigh.

Ruby says, "Not when we can arrange a compromise we're all happy with." She's on the opposite side of my bed, and I have to turn my head over to see her crossing her legs, twisting her hips side to side. "And we're all happy with this, aren't we, Mike?"

When I realize she's asked me a question, I nod vigorously, mind spinning with the possibilities of this moment. "Oh, yes."

"Now," Ruby continues, "Where were we, Chloe?"

The girls climb onto my mattress and sit on either side of me. And then there are four soft and delicate hands teasing me, running little swoops on my skin, dancing close to my cock and barely missing it, making my chest heave and my dick stiffen and balls tighten.

Chloe's staring at it. "Did you know Mike was hung?"

Ruby shakes her head. "Ann never said, that bitch."

I'm looking back and forth between them, not having to fake the adoration I'm feeling, the desire I have for both of them. But there's two of them and only one of me, and that's a big challenge. Do I have it in me to please two girls at the same time?

It's almost like Ruby knows what I'm thinking. "Relax, Mike. Just enjoy."

How do I relax? Despite nobody touching it, my dick is like a steel beam in the night, standing vertical thick and tall and powerfully stiff. Is simply laying here what I really want? To be teased and played with? A passive participant in this game?

I don't know why I pick Chloe, I just do. I scoop her up in my arms, kissing her, holding her against me, grabbing her ass. She gasps, Ruby giggles. And then I've got her on her back between Ruby and me and I'm sucking her tits, fingering her pussy while the redhead watches.

"I'm going to give you an orgasm," I tell her.

Her eyes are wide, her mouth hangs open. "Ok."

"Lucky girl," Ruby laughs while I slide down my bed, lay down between Chloe's pale thighs.

I toy with her through her panties, exploring the shape and succulence of her pussy. I prod with my fingertips, brush my hands along her inner thighs, push the fabric up between her lips. And when I slide her panties to the side and push two fingers up into her sex, she's so wet, so hot. When I look up, I see both girls watching. Chloe's cheeks are flush, her soft lips parted, her blue eyes locked on mine. But Ruby's equally vigilant, Chloe's head resting on her lap, one hand idly playing with Chloe's tit. In her other she's holding out the dildo. "Do it, Mike," she says, "Make her cum."

Holding her legs together, I get Chloe's panties off, and then her bare crotch is spread in my face. I lean down, lick it all up, swallow down her sweet arousal. And then I get the dildo in place, teasing her opening with the slightest of pressure.

Chloe says nothing, but her arousal is clear. It's in the way her pussy oozes with pearly heat. The way her flat belly quivers. The way her breaths are moans as her nipples get toyed with by Ruby.

I push the dildo inside her, watching the pink silicone penetrate her deeper and deeper. With my thumb I brush her swollen pink clit, gentle little sweeps that make her suck down air. The dildo makes squishing sounds as it slips in and out of her, glistening with her heat.

I am patient and generous and I may not know much but I do know how to work a girl up. I know how not to rush things, how to take my time, how to gently ease her into a heightening state of arousal. And I also know when to let loose, when to pour into her everything I've got.

"Geeze, Mike," Ruby remarks, "You weren't lying." She's caressing Chloe with a tender touch, holding her friend.

I look up. "You want this, too, don't you?"

"Do her next!" Chloe says, "Just as soon as– oh fuck… lick me! Lick me!" She pulls her knees to her chest, pushes my head down to her crotch.

I oblige, pushing the dildo in all the way and slurping my tongue up her pussy lips as they spasm around the silicone, her ass clenching, her toes curling up. From her throat comes a squealing and wordless moan. I drink down everything, my reward for a job well done, and when I pull the toy from her Ruby comes over beside me and takes it back.

Holding out her tongue, she winks at me and licks the rubbery phallus clean. I stare slack-jawed. It is the hottest thing I've ever seen. Where do we even go from there?

She kisses me, one hand over my shoulder while the other grabs my cock and strokes. Her lips are thick and soft and her tongue paints big sensual streaks on mine. My hands are all over her, feeling her tits and belly and pussy until they land on her waist. I grab her, pull her ass onto my lap until she's straddling me and my cock is rubbing against her heat. We're quick to find the angle, and as she lowers herself down onto my erection, I am awash in the bliss of the end of my long drought of pussy. Ruby's so tight on my shaft that I can feel every progression of her sex down my dick.

When she reaches the hilt she stays there and looks into my eyes. There's a dozen or more things running through her gaze — lust and friendship and ecstasy and affection and infatuation and respect and others I can only guess at. Then she shifts her hips and starts pumping herself on me and it drives me crazy. With her tits bouncing in my face, we fuck. We fuck like friends, we fuck like lovers.

When lips close around my nuts I realize Chloe's joined us, and there's really only so much of that sensation I can take. I fuck and fuck and hold out as long as I can but I soon have to admit to Ruby, "I'm gonna cum!"

She scrambles off me and leans down, holding her tongue out and stroking me off onto it. With Chloe still sucking my balls I am completely gone, cumming harder than I ever have, spraying rope after fat rope directly into Ruby's open-yet-grinning lips. When the semen's merely oozing from me, I collapse backwards, panting. Ruby shows me my spunk coating her tongue and filling her mouth before swallowing it down with a smile.

Chloe wipes her lips with the back of her hand. "That was so hot," she says, "I've always wanted to try that."

"Come here," I pant, my shoulders propped up on an elbow, my head over the part of my bed where normally my feet go.

"You want more?" Chloe perks up.

"I want to make out."

She giggles. "Oh, ok." And then we're in each other's arms, kissing, bodies intertwining. Ruby pulls off her lingerie and, now naked like us, joins in to our cuddling. I like them both, but it is even hotter to see the girls necking each other.

"Not bad for a rebound, huh?" Ruby laughs.

"You two," I say, "Are both so fucking hot. I shoulda had her dump me years ago."

"You're getting hard again."

"Well," I shrug, "Yeah."

"Fuck it," Chloe says, rolling up to a kneeling position, "My turn." And as she sits down on my lap, Ruby directs my cock into her, and I am for the second time tonight fucking a friend. Seeing Chloe's tight little body impale itself on my shaft, hearing her squeals as I split her open with my need, watching as her eyes roll back in her head and her lips hang slack, these are the types of memories that'll imprint themselves upon me for the rest of my life.

Ruby cheers us on. "If you keep making her cum, Mike, she might start to get the wrong idea about you."

"What's a few orgasms between friends?" I grunt.

"Well, where's mine, then?"

I point with my chin. "Sit on my face." And then I'm sucking on Ruby's clit and drinking down her heat while Chloe rides my cock, and I think to myself, man I really love my friends.

By the time I'm cumming in Chloe and pumping her full of my seed I've almost got Ruby to her peak, and as I struggle to stay conscious Chloe finds the dildo slides it into her friend. With a soft squelching rhythm she uses to pump Ruby into her long awaited climax, something which conquers the redhead completely, reducing her to a twitching pool of sex and limbs on my bed.

Chloe's eyes are wide as they slide over to me, down to my cock. "I don't think I can give you any more, Mike."

I look down, see yet another massive erection sprouting from my hips. I grab it and, kneeling over the girls, jack myself off until I'm coating their tits with my cum.

By then, it's late and we're exhausted and by mutual agreement we're done. "Shower's there," I point, "Fresh towels in the cabinet next to the sink. Y'all are welcome to sleep here, or not, whatever you want."

Ruby washes up, goes home. Chloe washes up, crawls into bed with me.

It's late in the morning when I wake up, but when I do she kisses me. "Made you breakfast."

I blink. "You didn't have to do that."

She giggles. "I know. I wanted to. But I've got to get to work now, or otherwise I'd join you." Pausing in my doorway, she's of course in the same outfit as yesterday. "You're a sweetheart, Mike, but you'll get through this. And last night was really, really hot. You're… well, yeah. I liked discovering that side of you. Also, change your sheets. Bye now."