Get-Together Summer (13 page)

Dirk pressed up against his back,
startling him out of his daze, but when he tried to pull back
automatically, the weight of Dirk's body against his own kept him
mostly in place. Dirk's hand smoothed across his, then over the
curve of Haley's breast and along to her back. For a moment Simon
was confused, and then he heard a faint
click
and Haley's bra loosened
abruptly, sliding down until the whole of her breasts were exposed.
They were as pale as the rest of her except for the nipples, hard
and dark pink.

"Oh," Simon breathed. His voice sounded strange and
distant to his own ears. "Oh my god."

He'd seen them before, of course, but this was
different. This was up close; this was her allowing it, rather than
a clandestine glance from a distance. At first he could only stare,
as if hypnotized, watching the way they rose and fell with her
breathing. He could feel her eyes on him, staring at him staring at
her, but he couldn't make himself look away.

"Look at you," Dirk breathed, low and appreciative.
He reached out, and Simon watched as he ran his fingers lightly
over the curve of Haley's breast, his fingers a stark contrast to
her pale skin. "You're the prettiest girl, you're fucking gorgeous.
Isn't she?"

It took Simon a moment to parse the
question as being addressed to
him
, but once he had, he nodded.
"Yeah," he breathed, his voice soft and thin. "She's--"

"Gorgeous," Dirk purred. "Go on and touch her,
prettyboy, you know you want to."

Simon glanced up at Haley's face, watching the way
she blushed and shifted, crossing her arms under her breasts and --
perhaps not so coincidentally -- pushing them up, as if to present
herself to him. He bit his lip hard enough to hurt and reached out
with shaking fingers, running them carefully over the generous
curve of her breasts, marveling at how soft and smooth the skin was
until his index finger caught against a pebbled nipple.

Haley let out a soft noise, her back arching up
immediately in a graceful curve. Simon glanced up, surprised, then
focused himself again, rubbing his finger more purposefully against
it, then pinching her nipple between thumb and forefinger, greatly
daring. She gasped aloud at that, her eyes going wide, and she
grabbed at his shoulders, breathing hard. Dirk plucked one of her
hands up and turned it to kiss the palm, chuckling briefly.

"You can do more," he murmured. "She's sensitive
there."

"Shut up," Haley moaned, kneading
at Simon's shoulder with her one free hand. "Don't
say
stuff like that, it's
embarrassing--"

Dirk kissed her palm again, louder this time,
smacking his lips there. "He's gotta learn somehow, baby," he said,
and laughed when she tried to swat him with the same hand. He
leaned more heavily against Simon's back, nudging him forward, and
added, in a lower voice: "Bet you can find something useful for
that mouth of yours, huh?"

Simon mumbled something in reply. His face almost
hurt from the force of his blush, but he leaned forward anyway,
keeping his eyes on Haley's face. She stared at him wide-eyed as he
pressed his lips first to the upper swell of her breast, then
sucked in a quick shaking breath as he trailed lower and let his
lips press against her hard nipple, framing it softly.

"Oh," she breathed, wondering, and
slid a hand into his hair, curling her nails against his scalp. It
was a light, almost ticklish sensation, and he shivered as he
parted his lips, touching his tongue to the tip of her nipple.
Haley whined at that, curling closer to him and tugging his head
harder to her breast, and Simon let himself relax into it, closing
his eyes and suckling -- gently at first, and then harder as she
shivered and dragged her nails against his scalp, over and over. He
rolled the nipple against his tongue, letting himself get lost in
the sensation, the specific knowledge that this was
Haley
in his arms, this
was Haley he was touching like this, breathing in small sweet gasps
against his hair as her body trembled and twisted against
his.

A hand settled on Simon's back, long and hot,
unmistakably Dirk's. He tensed briefly, automatically, but all Dirk
did was stroke down his back, following the arch of his spine from
shoulderblade to tailbone, occasionally dipping into the waistband
of Simon's pants rather than pass over them. It was soothing,
almost hypnotic, and he sank into the motion, curling his other
hands against the curve of Haley's hips to keep her pressed close.
He thought he could happily continue that indefinitely, but after a
moment she tugged him to the side, and he let go only to be
directed to her other nipple instead. Daringly he nipped at it with
his teeth before he brushed his tongue over it, and she gave a tiny
squeal, her hips jerking up and into his.

This was a dream, he thought to himself, distant and
hazy. It had to be a dream, the same sort of frustrating lovely
dreams he'd been having ever since he'd watched Dirk and Haley
having sex. It was close enough to perfect that he could feel
himself tensing up, bracing for it to end -- but then Dirk took one
of his hands and pulled it inward, across the concave flat of
Haley's belly, hooking both of their thumbs into the band of her
panties and pausing.

"Go on," Dirk murmured into Simon's ear, low and
husky. He shifted, and Simon moaned at the hot hard pressure
against his back, and the answering ache it raised between his
legs. "You wanna see how much she likes it? You should check."

Simon moaned again, dazed, tugging at Haley's panties
a few times, until her hips lifted and suddenly the small scrap of
cloth was sliding down her long legs and was lost somewhere off the
side of the couch. His hands were outright shaking now, and when
Dirk let go of him he had to press them hard into Haley's side to
try and regain some measure of control. She wrapped her arms
loosely around his shoulders, pressing her forehead to his. Looking
at her face didn't calm him, not precisely, but the tentative
hopeful expression on her face made something loosen in his chest
-- some tight aching place deep inside -- and he tipped his head to
kiss her softly as he slipped one arm around her waist and slid the
fingers of his other hand along the crease of her thigh and her
body and followed it inward, to the small neat triangle of hair
between her legs.

Haley cried out into his mouth when he finally
touched her, her hips arching up and pressing into his hand, and
Simon groaned in response as his fingers slipped through the hot
wet folds of her cunt, pressing shallowly up against her entrance.
She was so slick that there was no resistance at all as he stroked
her, blindly feeling out the curve of her body. When he found the
nub of her clit, she clutched hard at his hair and back for a
moment and ground her hips up against the light pressure of his
finger. He moved his hand away, breathless with a sudden sense of
power, running his finger along her slit instead, letting just the
tip of his index finger press into her, testing that soft wet
heat.

"Si
mon
," Haley growled, her voice low
and thick, and he started a little, and at once pressed his finger
deeply inside of her, as far as it could go. It went easily and
smoothly, and he had to stop and lean his forehead against her
chest for a moment, panting at the way her body tightened around
his, and the soft cry she gave. He curled his finger a little, then
rocked his hand back, this time pressing two fingers into her when
he pushed back in. Haley let out a sobbing breath, her fingers
tight in his hair. He licked his lips and lifted his head again,
looking up.

Haley's head was tipped back, her
chest heaving for breath. A flush had spread across the tops of her
breasts, so that they were nearly as pink as her nipples. Against
his back, Dirk was a hot, heavy, watchful presence, and when Simon
turned his head, he could see Dirk watching them with open
interest, lips parted and wet. Part of him was embarrassed and a
lot more intimidated -- he'd seen Dirk's easy confidence in the
bedroom, and he wasn't sure he could yet match it -- but part of
him was also inspired, somehow; like it was a challenge passing
silently between them.
She likes this; she
likes
me
; I'm the
one doing this to her.

Simon took a deep breath and leaned back against
Dirk's body to brace himself. He slipped a second finger inside of
Haley -- easy and smooth, gliding like silk as she gasped and
pressed against his hand -- and pressed his fingers in as deep as
they would go, pressing his thumb firmly over her clit as he did.
Her fingers clawed at his shoulders as she tossed her head back and
whimpered, rocking as he began to move his hand, picking up his
rhythm and matching it easily.

That also felt like a challenge; he
wanted to see
more
, he wanted it
all
. He pressed in closer to her, his own breath coming fast and
hard, so that his cheek just barely brushed against the curve of
her breast. The closeness of her skin tickled faintly, and he kept
his distance just enough to keep that soft phantom touch, teasing
himself as much as her as he continued to slide his fingers in and
out.

"Hey," Dirk murmured, his voice low and heavy. Simon
turned his head automatically to him, and found Haley's nipple
right before his eyes; Dirk had taken hold of her breast and was
squeezing it, as if to present it more fully to him. When he looked
at Dirk, Dirk grinned back, showing off his teeth again. "Go on. Do
it like before."

Simon took a deep breath and leaned obediently
forward. Haley's skin was warmer now, and it seemed even softer
than before, faintly salty against his tongue. She continued to
shake, trapped within the circle of Simon's arm, her hips rocking
insistently, now driving Simon's own hand faster, harder, her
breath coming in hard high gasps. She was close, he thought, and
that was exciting enough to make his stomach flipflop.

And then, just as she seemed to be about to hit that
peak, Dirk caught Simon's wrist and pulled it. He resisted for a
moment, whining himself against Haley's breast, but Dirk was
stronger and he was determined; he tugged again and Simon's fingers
slipped free despite Haley's high protesting moan. Simon lifted his
head, blinking slowly as Dirk tugged his hand up to his mouth,
sucking his damp fingers in. His whole body jerked at that,
startled at the unexpected heated warmth of it. Dirk sucked his
fingers down, curling his tongue around them and bobbing his head
in obvious parody of a blowjob, then sank his teeth in lightly at
the base of those fingers, dragging slowly up until they slipped
from his mouth. Simon whimpered, his hips moving in tiny helpless
jerks.

"Nice," Dirk murmured. "You wanna try, baby?"

Haley moaned. Her head rolled blindly towards Dirk;
her eyes were closed but her mouth was open, and Dirk guided
Simon's fingers into her mouth with a smile. She lipped at them
first, pressing tiny kisses over them as Dirk held them still, then
slid her tongue between those fingers, laving between them with
unexpected enthusiasm. Simon leaned his cheek against her chest
again, pressing his hand harder against the small of her back, and
tried his hardest not to think about the hot tight pressure between
his legs.

Then Dirk hooked an arm around his waist, tugging him
back to sit up. Simon whimpered a protest, and then a louder one
when Haley slipped out of his grip and her weight seemed to vanish
entirely.

He opened his eyes at that. It took him a few moments
to register what was happening, but by that point, Dirk had his
pants open, and Haley, standing, was hooking her fingers into them
to tug them down, all the way off. She was blushing still, but her
mouth was set in a determined slant as she folded his pants and set
them aside.

"Sit up straight," she told him, and Dirk grabbed his
hips at the same time, tugging and manhandling him until his back
was flush with the back of the couch. "Now spread your legs--" and
Simon moved automatically to do so, and moaned deep in his chest
when Dirk pushed them even wider, until he was in an ungainly
sprawl, his cock jutting up in a hard line. She looked him over and
glanced at Dirk and nodded at whatever she saw in his face. Simon
watched with dazed eyes as she turned and settled back onto him, in
his lap now, her back pressed to his chest. She leaned to kiss
Dirk, slow and easy, and Simon watched without jealousy as Dirk
slid his hands through her hair and out of it, down her arms, then
down between her hips.

A long-fingered hand took hold of Simon's cock
firmly, adjusting its angle. He gasped hard, his head thunking back
hard against the couch. Haley shifted again, and then a moment
later she was sinking down upon him, slow and careful, the folds of
her body parting easily around him. Down, down she went, until she
was fully seated on his cock, wet and tight around him. Simon's
hands fluttered uselessly for a moment, then settled on her sides,
flexing. Once she was settled, Dirk let go and slipped down off the
couch himself, moving to kneel between both of their legs.

"Okay, baby," he crooned, his voice low and heavy.
"You can move now."

Haley moaned in apparent agreement and began to rock.
Simon made a strangled noise, gripping hard at her hips for a
moment, as if to stop her -- and then his own hips began to move,
helpless, restless, and this time he was the one matching her
rhythm, slow and steady. There was no real sense of urgency to it
yet, not like when he'd been fingering her, just the careful slide
in and out as they grew used to each other's bodies. He almost
found himself relaxing, pressing his forehead against the back of
her shoulder.