It was summer and there we were, three young people in love. Why three? Because it just happened like this. There I was and two nice guys of whom many girls would have dreamt of. They did not need other girls because they needed only me. The guys did not interfere with each other, and there was no jealousy or hatred between them, but could not do without each other either. They did not try to share me. They both just looked at me with lovable eyes, and I felt how the stream of love from two guys, made my head spin, leaving me without a choice. I was so strongly associated with both of the guys that even the loss of one guy would have left me with unbearable pain.
The summer was hot and we often went to the river to cool ourselves down. As we were disturbed by the noisy crowd on the beach, we usually sunbathed near the breakwaters away from them. The coastal fortifications’ massive legs leaned onto the shore and avoided the offensive of the waves and dismantling the shore. It was possible to climb along these four-legged monsters along the coastline when the water level was low and did not reach into the buildings, and it was possible to sunbathe calmly on their sun-heated withers away from the hubbub of the city.
We just said nothing, because the words seemed superfluous, they reminded the crowd buzzing at the beach, and annoyed us. We felt a strong attraction for each other day after day. This all went on without saying. In fact, all became clear only after, at the beginning, we approached each other very slowly and after every step followed by another, we became closer and closer. I was just offered a hand, I wiped out sand off my cheek, they carried me on their hands, I kissed someone casually with a clap, I was on my knees, and I hugged someone. All could have remained that simple if there were no love, youth, and two hot, fabulous bodies that warmed not only my soul but also the chest and between my legs.
My nipples hardened, my thoughts went to wander around and my bikini became wet with moisture. I wanted them without realizing it. I could not tear my eyes from their strong arms, and broad shoulders, on which forms it was possible to predict masculine strength. My boys’ innocence made them to be ashamed which grew with their desires, which stormed out to me from their swimwear. This forced them to lie on their stomach on the sand turning their back on me and blushing.
One day it happened what we were looking for all summer. I cannot remember which one of them kissed me first and I answered him. There were braid made and a power could not change that. We were lying on the sand between the brownish-grey sea walls and the sun gently reheated this oasis in the middle of the concrete area. I felt kisses, the gentle touch of your palms, four soft palms touching my tanned belly.
My palms were on warm skin fingers ruffling hair. The soft crackling was heard of my bikini bra cord. The bra fell from the chest, lips, lips, lips. How do I want you, your hands, these hands! My gentle young sons of God. Someone will kiss my breasts, someone’s legs. I push myself against you, stroking your back. Oh, my God! How I do love you and I want you! My pants are somewhere at the knees, the lips playing on my belly, fingers, those fingers! Oohh! We are in the seventh heaven, the clouds are floating, and there is no land, only a shining sun and us. How I love to visit you, my young divine creatures! Come to me, inside me! …
The descent from heaven was not so scary. We recovered on the sand, tired but happy, entwined around each other – my boys, who had become friends and me, the girl who had become a woman, one for both of them. We lay naked on the sand and watched the sky – a clean, never-ending, sunny sky of our love and realized without words that will continue as long as there is enough force to keep our sudden wonderful love – too big, that it could carry only two in love.
This was my first threesome and the beginning of a very interesting intimate life. I will always remember that special day.