Midsummer Wet Dream

What’s strange is she didn’t appear bothered by his question, instead Jess seemed to welcome his curiosity. I tried my best to act like I didn’t glance at their conversation, but I’m terrible with that. Anytime I’m upset, confused, etc. it shows all over my face. It’s just not in my character to deal with bullshit. Fortunately, she was quick to pick up on my facial expressions, and I didn’t have to think about the possibility of scaring her off with a brief interrogation. “I think I should tell you this now, so there’s no confusion. And maybe you’ll feel a little better about it… His name is Lucas. He’s my roommate.” she said. “Not boyfriend,” I replied. After a surge of hysterical laughter, she shook her head no. Lucas was her bisexual roommate but according to the landlord he was her boyfriend. A white lie was told because of previous experiences she had while apartment hunting. I thought to myself; it’s unbelievable to think that in the year 2020 you have to hide your sexual orientation, even though it’s illegal to discriminate on the basis of anything these days. And I mean it should be this way, everyone has a right to believe what they believe and be who they know themselves to be. “You can meet him tonight if you like?” Jess responded.

Out of curiosity and because it was the hospitable thing to do, I said yes. Lucas was hiding out in their apartment the whole time, so it didn’t take him but a few brisk steps to arrive at my door. He knocked to the rhythm of what sounded like the Three’s Company sitcom theme song and considering the setup we had going on, it wasn’t too far off base. I opened the door still in my towel, and he greeted me with a smile that looked like it belonged in a Colgate commercial. Standing tall at 6’4“, he had a fresh buzz cut, black hair, blue eyes, and a beard that could soak up every ounce of cum in my body. This man was exquisite, and he was bisexual; it was the perfect storm. As he made his move to the kitchen counter, I couldn’t help but gawk at him. The trance lasted long enough for him to suggest that I close the door. I would add that I blushed, but I’m a black girl, so it’s kinda hard to detect. My cheeks were on fire and witnessing Jess and Lucas together made me want to pounce on them both. “Your name is Esma, right?” Lucas blurted out. I quickly acknowledged him and gave a brief bio about myself, but deep down I was a puddle of mush. To lighten the mood, I asked if they would like to smoke some of my new harvest.

They both agreed, and we picked up where we left off after a few puffs of the joint. The flower power started to kick in, and I blatantly asked if they ever had sex. Jess and Lucas peered at each other and locked lips while gazing up at me on occasion. I know I grow some pretty strong shit, but what was happening before my eyes was like the perfect wet dream, except it wasn’t a dream. They laughed and Jess said, "Does that answer your question? We are fuck buddies."My ears were in heaven as soon as she uttered those words, and judging by their eyes, they were as well. Even though it was undeniable, we all evaded the question if we wished to partake in the forbidden fruit. Feeling confident, I sought out to know what he thought of me, if I struck him as an attractive woman. He said nothing, but his mannerisms implied otherwise.I walked around the counter to Lucas and saw I had his attention in more than one place. Not only in his eyes, but his dick was starting to make an appearance. Inching closer to him, I could sense Jess becoming aroused...