My Girl's Got a... Girlfriend?
“Minho, I want you to meet one of my old friends. She’s in town for the weekend.”
Those words are innocent enough, right? How harmful can your girlfriend’s old friend be? They’re probably just going to go get their nails done and then have a sleepover where they’ll watch movies all night and talk about boys and expensive French-label underwear. No harm in that, no change in your relationship because of it. At least, that’s what I thought. That’s what I was thinking until right now.
“This is Aimee, my best friend from when I lived in the states,” Taeyeon says, her arm around Aimee’s waist and Aimee’s arm around her neck.
Aimee is about three inches taller than Taeyeon, and she has long dark auburn hair with blonde highlights and has hazel eyes. In other words - she’s not my type. I’m just not as attracted to American girls as I am to Taeyeon, so I don’t really feel intimidated by the gaze Aimee is giving me. I really hope she’s not some home wrecking bitch; she looks really kind and sweet, though, and Taeyeon wouldn’t make friends with someone any less sweet than she is.
“Nice to meet you,” I say, bowing my head slightly in respect.
Taeyeon giggles and when I look up I see Aimee whisper something into Taeyeon’s ear and then bite on her earlobe. “Not yet,” Taeyeon says, still giggling.
Am I missing something?
“Minho oppa,” Taeyeon whines. “Will you go to the store and buy ice cream and facial masks for us?”
I want to say no. I really do. But Taeyeon looks so cute when she puffs her cheeks out like this and gives me those killer aegyo-eyes so I can’t say no. Instead, I sigh and almost roll my eyes. “Which kind of mask?” I ask, because Taeyeon is using a different kind every time I catch her wearing one.
Both girls burst into giggles and I’m starting to get a little annoyed. “The seaweed kind?” Aimee asks, looking at Taeyeon before they start laughing again.
“You’ll get what I buy,” I mumble, turning around and heading for the door.
Taeyeon grabs onto my arm and looks up at me, a pretty little pout plastered on her face and it’s really not fair because she can totally control me with that pout. “Oppa, don’t be mad. Will you get the seaweed kind?” she asks quietly. “Please?”
I lean down and kiss her forehead. “Yeah, I’ll get the seaweed kind. Banana ice cream for you and… what kind for Aimee?”
“Ah, Oppa, you’re so thoughtful,” Taeyeon says, kissing my shoulder. “Aimee likes strawberry.”
“Okay, I’ll be back in fifteen minutes,” I say, kissing Taeyeon quickly before I head out the door.
While I walk to the store, all I can think about is Aimee biting on my girl’s earlobe. That wasn’t something best friends did, was it? Then again, I don’t know anything about American girls, so maybe that’s how they act? But even then it seems a little odd and misplaced. It didn’t seem just friendly. It seemed… I don’t know, flirtatious? Seductive? Frisky? Hell, it seemed like all three of those. It seemed like Aimee was into my girl, like they had a thing together. But Taeyeon never said anything about it before, so I didn’t really question it. I’m sure as hell questioning it now, though.
Twenty minutes, two seaweed facial masks, and a handful of banana and strawberry ice cream bars later, and I’m back at Taeyeon’s house. I try to buzz in, but no one answers, which is weird because Taeyeon always answers on the second if not first buzz. Now I’m really concerned. I type in the passcode to unlock the door and hurry up the stairs as fast as I can. My first thought is oh, fuck, Taeyeon tried to cook ramyun again and caught the apartment on fire. When I reach her door and the smoke alarm isn’t going off, my second thought is oh, Taeyeon is washing and Aimee doesn’t know how to buzz me in. But when I get inside and open the door to her bedroom and see Aimee on top of Taeyeon with her hand between her legs, my third thought is oh, my girl’s got a… girlfriend?
“Should I leave you two alone?” I ask, setting the bag from the store down on Taeyeon’s dresser angrily. “I didn’t mean to interrupt.”
My girlfriend is cheating on me with another girl. How many guys can say that?
“Oppa,” Taeyeon breaths, giving me her bedroom eyes. “Come here, oppa.”
Aimee grins and takes her hand out from between Taeyeon’s legs and pats the bed mattress with her glistening fingers. “Yeah, come on, oppa,” she says.
I don’t like hearing her call me oppa. It’s actually kind of annoying. “It’s okay, just call me when you’re done, Taeyeon.” I don’t sugarcoat my voice and try to sound like I’m not angry or surprised. I leave her bedroom and I almost reach the front door before I hear Taeyeon’s footsteps chasing me and her saying, “oppa, wait!”
I pause at the door, my hand on the doorknob, and I wait to hear what she has to say even though I’m pretty upset and not interested in whatever she feels the need to tell me. “What, Taeyeon?” I ask.
“Minho oppa,” she sings quietly, grabbing onto the back of my shirt and resting her cheek against me. “We were going to wait for you to come back, but you took longer than you said.”
My jaw drops and I scoff a little bit. “Oh I’m sorry,” I say sarcastically.
She turns me around and presses me against the door, then leans in and takes my bottom lip between her teeth and tugs on it. And she fucking knows what that does to me, and that’s why she does it. “I just want to try it out,” she whispers seductively, rolling her body against mine like a cat in heat. “You know, you and me… and another girl.”
Never in my life would I have expected that Taeyeon had a thing for girls. Before I can reply to her, she keeps talking. “It can’t hurt, right?” she asks. “It’s just an experience. She goes back to the USA on Monday, and then she’s moving to Brazil.”
I have no idea how to answer her. I don’t actually know if it could hurt or not. Even if it is just an experience, experiences are supposed to change things and I don’t want anything between Taeyeon and I to change. “I don’t know,” I tell her unsurely.
“C’mon,” she begs quietly, looking up at me through her thick, dark lashes. “Please? For me, oppa?”
Once again, I can’t say no to her, and I find myself being dragged along back to her bedroom where Aimee is on the bed toying idly with her bottom lip. And I’m not really sure how this is going to work out, but the hungry look on Taeyeon’s face when she crawls on the bed and turns back to look at me excites me, and every ounce of nervous leaves my thoughts. I’m going to make the best of this. This is every straight guy’s fantasy, to have a threesome with two girls. I shouldn’t pass up the opportunity if my girlfriend wants it so badly.
“Just watch for a few minutes, oppa,” Taeyeon says as she crawls on top of Aimee and starts sucking on her neck.
So I do. I sit back and I watch. I watch Aimee’s hands slide down Taeyeon’s thin but curvy body and pull her legs on either side of her hips. I watch Taeyeon roll her hips down against Aimee’s and I watch Aimee’s face contort in pleasure. I watch Aimee roll them both over and I watch them as they start to kiss. And like every other nineteen-year-old guy, I find it sexy that two girls are making out, and I find it even sexier that one of those girls is my girlfriend. I can see their tongues sliding into and out of each other’s mouths and their hands are everywhere on each other’s bodies. Right now, it’s like watching the beginning of an amateur porno as they start to strip each other and kiss every inch of exposed skin.
Taeyeon is wearing the slinky lingerie set I bought her for her birthday last year and I’m not surprised at all that Aimee isn’t wearing underwear. There’s a naked American girl on top of my girlfriend with her tongue down her throat and their hips are grinding together… and I really like it.
I slowly move up the bed until I’m behind Aimee and between Taeyeon’s legs. I push Aimee’s chest down until it’s flush against Taeyeon’s and I grind my cock against the juncture between Taeyeon’s legs. Both of them moan in unison and I tense up for a second when Aimee’s hand comes back to rest on my thigh, but then I ignore it and keep rubbing against Taeyeon.
Then, somehow, after a few minutes, something just clicked. Things aren’t awkward anymore because we all want the same thing. We all want that pleasure and want it to keep building and building until we can barely take it and its bursts and we can maybe be satiated for at least a few hours. We all want it, and we’re going to keep going until we get it.
Taeyeon’s on her back with me deep inside of her, holding her ankles, and Aimee is straddling her face so Taeyon can eat her out. I’ve got the perfect view. I’m leaning back at just the right angle so I can see Taeyeon’s little pink tongue lapping at her friend’s pussy. And Aimee’s got a nice ass, so from where I am, I see nothing wrong with this picture. One super hot girl and one relatively attractive (it’s not that Aimee isn’t attractive, she’s just not my type) girl both moaning and whispering dirty things to each other; what guy could see anything wrong with the picture.
However, I’m not as focused on Taeyeon eating her friend out as I am on how tight and hot and slick she is around my dick. I love being inside of her. It feels like the first time every time except that it doesn’t hurt her. No, she’s definitely used to it now. She’s circling her hips and trying her hardest to fuck herself onto my dick but she doesn’t have the right leverage so she’s getting extremely frustrated. It’s cute. She’s cute. But I don’t want to help her out yet. I slow my pace and drop one of her ankles, bringing my hand to her sopping cunt to thumb her clit.
“Ah, easy on the teeth,” Aimee groans as she moves a hand to Taeyeon’s head. “You’re so pretty like this, Tae.”
I listen closely. These words sound so familiar because I say them to Taeyeon on an almost-daily basis. It’s taboo to hear them from another girl’s mouth; taboo, but strangely alluring.
Taeyeon moves her mouth away from Aimee and takes a deep breath and then releases it in a loud moan. Aimee scoots back and presses her ass against my stomach and then leans down to kiss Taeyeon. I let them do their thing. In fact, I don’t even really pay attention. I’ve got a million ideas running through my mind and there’s no reason to object to anything they want to do with each other. By this point, I’m down for anything.
I move Taeyeon’s legs so that they’re flat against the mattress and then I lean forward and push Aimee’s ass up a little bit and pull her back a little more so that as I thrust, my dick will rub against her clit. And it does. And she moans. And Taeyeon moans. And I pick up pace because all three of us are right there. Taeyeon is so, so tight around me and she’s whimpering and begging me and Aimee is grinding her hips against my cock every time I pull out to the tip. I reach around Aimee and press my fingertips against her clit and she comes just like that, shaking and calling out Taeyeon’s and my name as she does. And after she’s ridden it out for a little while she crawls off of Taeyeon and lays on the bed, panting and lazily dragging her fingers all over her body.
One down, one to go.
“Here, baby, flip over,” I say, pulling out of Taeyeon and patting on the side of her hip.
She turns over and pushes her ass in the air and presses her face against the mattress. I get up on my knees and slide the tip of my dick over her slit before I sink back into her again, gripping her hips. This is Taeyeon’s favorite position. I rub her g-spot relentlessly without even trying in this position and she likes the two of us to mutually rub her clit until she comes. And she’s so anxious right now she immediately grabs one of my hands and pulls it down with hers to her pussy. She lines up our fingers and shows me how she wants it from me and then starts circling her hips again.
“Oh yeah, baby. Oh, come on, just a little more. Ah, like that, just like th-“ she can’t even finish her sentence because she’s coming so hard she loses her train of thought and her breath. Her hips stutter and she bites onto the bed sheets and releases so hard that it completely soaks my dick and sack.
I won’t lie or pretend that I’m not extremely proud of myself. I just gave two girls each an orgasm less than five minutes apart from each other. And I’m about to get mine… but then Taeyeon pulls herself off of me and climbs off of the bed. I stare at her in complete shock. She better not be leaving me high and dry like this after I agreed to have this threesome like she wanted. But Aimee gets off the bed too and then they both drop to their knees and look up at me lustfully through their eyelashes.
“Good girls,” I coo, standing up as well and positioning myself in front of them.
Both of them lean forward and Taeyeon wraps her lips around the head of my dick and Aimee starts sucking underneath at the base and my eyes roll into the back of my head. I can’t even find the strength to watch them because they’re both really good at sucking dick. My hips fuck forward into Taeyeon’s mouth a little further and she moans approvingly, the vibrations tingling my groin and bringing me that much closer.
“A few seconds… I’m gonna cum,” I pant.
They pull off of me and Taeyeon wraps her hands around my dick and starts tugging just the way I like it and Aimee cups my balls and rolls them in her palm. I open my eyes and look down and both girls have their mouths open and are waiting patiently for me to finish. I feel like I’m in a porno. This is the dirtiest thing Taeyeon and I have ever done; but I like it. I like it so much my orgasm hits me like a freight train and I’m blindsided by it and I can barely register what’s happening as I’m coming into Taeyeon and Aimee’s mouths and partially onto their faces. And as gross as it sounds, it’s one of the sexiest things I’ve ever seen.
As I start to come down from the high, Taeyeon and Aimee exchange glances and start to giggle again. “You have something right-“ Aimee licks off a drop of cum from the corner of Taeyeon’s mouth, “here.”
Taeyeon giggles again and then the two girls begin to clear each other’s faces off with their tongues, sealing the night with one final kiss.
I chuckle and then head to the bathroom to clean up and Taeyeon follows me, grinning like a child the entire time. “That was fun, right?” she asks once we’re both in the bathroom.
I shrug my shoulders and throw her a look. “Next time, we’re trying what I want.”
“Anything at all, baby,” she replies. “Anything at all.”