Barstools & Bad Decisions

It had been one of those weeks.The kind so long and relentless you begin to wonder whether time has simply given up on you out of spite.

Thursday night, not even close to the weekend, and there I was sinking into the dim, comforting anonymity of my favourite bar. The one place I could count on not to run into anyone from work.

But tonight, two new men sat a few stools down.

Young.

Sharp-looking.

Completely out of place in a bar usually filled with people hiding from their responsibilities.

I frowned. Then caught myself staring.

Laughed at myself for staring.

The bartender handed one a drink and he turned slightly. Something familiar tugged at the back of my mind. I leaned in, not enough to look desperate, just enough to satisfy curiosity.

He noticed.

And smiled.A bright, warm, ‘I-know-you’ smile.

Oh no.

“Miranda?” he called out.

I turned back, unimpressed and deeply unprepared for nostalgia.

And it hit me. John. High school John. The boy who followed my best friend around like a loyal, hormonal puppy.

“Oh. Right. John,” I said. “Didn’t recognise you.”

He laughed. “Fair enough. Been a while. I'm here with my mate, Gus.”

Gus nodded politely. My brain short-circuited for a second. The two of them were wearing shirts so fitted they probably counted as structural support garments. Both had filled out in ways that made me reconsider several long-held opinions.

John had changed too. Confidence suited him. His teeth were nearly perfect, his smile entirely too distracting.

And Gus: all broad shoulders, quiet presence and full lips that made my stomach tighten.

Mmmmm, this evening just became interesting.

I extended a hand with a deliberately slow smile.

“I’m Miranda. High school survivor. Occasional drinker.”

“Gus,” he said, grinning. “Nice to meet you.”

“Three whiskies,” I told the bartender before either of them could object. If I was going to make terrible decisions, I preferred to toast to them first.

We clinked glasses. “To reunions,” I declared.

The burn of whisky slid through me in the best possible way, smoothing out the week one warm inch at a time.

I stood, letting the boldness slide in and settle. 

I stepped between them. A man on either side, close enough to feel their heat. Gus’s exhale stirred the hair near my temple. John shifted behind me, the air between us tightening.

“You always like this after a drink?” Gus asked.

“Only on nights ending in Y,” I murmured. 

His laugh was low and indecent. John’s was softer, awestruck.

Something hot and reckless settled over the three of us. Whatever this was, it was no longer innocent.

Miranda, behave.

Without another word, I walked toward the bathroom corridor, glancing back once, just enough to make them follow.

They did.

The corridor was dimmer, quieter, pulsing with low music through old plaster. I stopped at the bathroom door and waited for them to catch up.

Oh dear god, this is enough bad decisions to power a whole year’s worth of therapy sessions.

“Well,” I said softly, “this is where it starts getting fun.”

Gus reached me first. And he didn’t hesitate.

His hand slid to my jaw, tilting my chin up with slow confidence, as if he’d already decided how this moment was going to go. His thumb brushed the corner of my mouth, sending heat rolling through me.

John stood behind me, breath warm at my neck, but he didn’t interrupt. He let Gus lead.

“Tell me if you want this to stop,” Gus murmured.

I didn’t.

His other hand found my waist, guiding me back half a step so I could feel John behind me, the three of us locked into a perfect geometry of heat and intention.

“This,” Gus said softly, “is going to get complicated.”

“Good,” I whispered. “My week has been painfully uncomplicated.”

He gave me a slow, satisfied smile that promised far more than words.

The door swung shut behind us.

I climbed onto the bathroom counter and spread my legs wide open, showing them my pink lace g-string under my skirt.

Gus walked towards me, making the first move.

Without hesitation, he began kissing me, I felt his hands exploring my inner thighs.

He was eager, hungry, and I liked it.

We kissed, our tongues circling each other, revelling in a deep French kiss. 

Oh God… that hit straight between my legs.

John approached us, pulling down my top and bra to reveal my full, lush breasts. He hesitates, his hands slowly teasing, playing with my tits. A low groan escapes me, my body demanding their attention. 

He puts his lips around my nipple, licking, sucking, building the tension with his tongue.

I can see the bulge of his cock begging to be released from its cage. I want to touch it, feel it throbbing in my hand. 

I felt a shiver through my body. My pussy dripping with desire.

My heart was beating faster, my breath louder. 

These boys are even better than I expected.

My mind became misty with the ecstasy of the scene. 

I reached out for John’s belt, tugging at it roughly. 

I opened his button and pulled down his zipper. He dropped his pants to the floor like he’s giving in to gravity and desire at the same time.

I slid one hand down the front of his jocks to find his cock is already rock hard.

He gasped in pleasure as he feels my hand wrap around his thick shaft.

I took out his stiff cock, feeling the heat pulsating through his veins.

John was lost in the bliss of having his cock stroked, when Gus pulled the wisp of soaking pink lace to the side, and began moving his fingers in quick, urgent circles over my clit. 

I was getting even wetter, my pussy dripping like warm honey. A sharp intake of breath, a breathless moan escaped me as I gave in to the delicious pleasure.

Feels like every nerve I have is waking up at once. Oh god please don’t stop.

My hand was still working Johns shaft, and Gus was burying his fingers in my pussy. The air was hot and heavy, our breathing rapid and wild as we explored each other’s bodies. 

I pulled Gus closer, pausing his busy fingers. My brain foggy from lust, I ripped open Gus’s shirt, his skin felt like a dare my hand wasn’t ready to walk away from. 

His fingers working hard now, I was losing control. My nails dug into his back, my teeth biting his bare shoulder.

He gasps, and I bite him harder. His strong fingers pushing me to the dripping edge.

How much more can I take? 

My body aching to feel a cock inside me. 

I slid off the counter. 

Pulling Gus towards me, feeling the pressure of his body and his cock demanding my attention.

I fumbled at his trousers, he took over while I tried to slip my g-string off. It struck me how awkward this moment always was. No knickers next time, Miranda, I admonished myself.

John slowly massaged his cock. Stroking, watching, anticipating.

Untangled now, I reached for the demi-god standing before me, muscles chiseled from marble. I grabbed his face, kissing him deeply.

Gus unrolled a condom onto his cock, the ultra-thin material straining.

John stepped forward, cock in one hand, the other played with my tits. Gently savouring their ripeness, his eyes devouring me like a sweet cherry pie.

I kissed John slowly, gently stroking his cock. 

Turning to face the mirror, my hands grabbed the counter, arse in the air, my hot wet cunt inviting a cock to satisfy me.

Gus entered my hungry hole from behind, thrusting his cock into me. A slight hesitation, a moment of resistance, until my pussy swallowed it all. His right hand on my hip and his left hand lost in my hair. He was thrusting faster, harder, I felt it reaching deeper inside me each time.

John was still watching, stroking his huge, thick cock, enjoying the show we were putting on for him.

I screamed in pleasure at the sensation of Gus’s cock hitting my G spot.

He banged me harder, his balls tightening.

I can’t let him finish now. I’m still hungry.

I saw John moving closer, desperate to be part of the action but careful not to overstep.

Slowing the tempo a little, I encouraged John to come closer. Shuffling to the left with Gus’s cock still in my hole,  I was now in the perfect position to take John's giant cock into my mouth.

Well, this is wildly irresponsible… and absolutely perfect.

My hands reach for it and shove it into my mouth, tasting his pre-cum, feeling it touch the back of my throat.

Gus smacked my ass as he fucked me from behind, the sound echoing in the small bathroom.

He reached around my body and massaged my tits.

I was dripping wet now.

Fuck… the way they’re working me, my whole body’s begging for more. Don’t stop. Don’t you dare stop.

Now his fingers went south, sliding over my swollen clit, my pleasure now reaching a crescendo.

John matched Gus’s rhythm, doubling the sensations and feeding my craving with their cocks.

The intensity was building. I gagged on Johns cock as he fucked my face and Gus slams into me from behind.

I’m not sure how much more of this I can take.

Gus pulled out of me, teasing me with the tip of his cock. John slowed down, only let me suck the head.

No, don’t stop. I silently screamed. 

“Please, keep going.” I begged in between mouthfuls of John, his cock once again buried deep in my throat.

Gus slid back into me, plunging in and out of me with his hips, as he gripped my sides. He was so deep it brought waves of the most pleasurable kind of pain.

John grunted. his body tensed. He placed a hand on the back of my head. My hands worked his shaft while my tongue engulfed the head of his huge swollen cock.

“I’m going to cum” John warned us, his pace quickened, pre-cum flowing.

I kept moving my mouth up and down.

His penis dipping to the back of my throat. And I looked up at him with a smile, ready for him to release.

John blew his load into my throat. He filled my mouth, I pulled away from his cock and swallowed greedily, drinking, gulping, slurping.

Gus thrust deeper and deeper into me. Faster now. I could feel his cock swelling. Sweat beading and rolling down his body. Eyes wild with abandon. We grunted, moaned, our breath coming through now in sharp bursts. 

We were both at the point of no return. 

Wonder if Gus can feel my juices dripping down his cock. 

I was imagining his cock pounding away at me, my whole body stretched wide open, aching to take everything he was giving me. The overwhelming pulse of him pushed me right to the edge triggering my own climax. I felt the heat radiating from my toes, rippling up my body, threatening to boil over. I moaned louder and louder, a deep guttural sound, a growl dragged up from somewhere primal.

Gus was thrusting as deep as he could, I screamed out my pleasure, my whole body shuddered as the spasms overtake me.

I gripped the counter for stability. My legs were jelly. My heart raced. Panting. While I was being rammed deliciously from behind.

Gus let out a low moan, breath ragged and heart beating wildly, he pulled out of me and began stroking his cock. His hand was a blur as he pulled himself, wet with my cum.

I turned to face him, dropping to my knees, still trembling from my intense orgasm.

I gently put the tip of his cock into my mouth, softly licking and swirling my tongue over his engorged phallus.

He groaned louder and louder. His body twitched. “Aaaaaggghhhh….” He let out a tribal roar with a final thrust.

I swallowed his cum, but saved a little. 

I pulled him into me, kissing him deeply, sharing his own love juice with him. 

He kissed me back, John joined us, lust and hormones rushed and coursed through our bodies.

I pulled my g-string back on and put my skirt back in place.

I readjusted my bra and shirt. My hair had come loose at some point, with my hands still shaking I tried to neaten it back up.

John tamed his giant cock, zipped up his pants and buckled his belt.

Gus retrieved his shirt and assembled his trousers back into some sort of respectable order.

The air trembled with leftover tension. We straightened our clothes, steadied our breathing, sharing mischievous smiles.

Walking back into the bar felt like stepping onto a stage after rewriting the script.

John brushed my shoulder lightly. “You alright?”

“I’m perfect,” I said, and the smirk in my voice made him stare at the floor to hide a grin.

Gus walked on my other side, steady, sure, brushing my hand once and sending a thrill of mischief through my body.

We returned to our stools.

My therapist should be able to buy a yacht after this experience.

The bartender took one look at us and raised an eyebrow.

“Everything alright?”

“Never better,” I replied.

John tried not to smile.Gus didn’t bother trying.

I settled between them again, the tension no longer sharp but humming through the air like a low-voltage secret.

“So,” Gus murmured, leaning in just enough for only us to hear, “what now?”

I lifted my glass, swirled the remaining amber at the bottom, and let a wicked little smile curve my lips.

“Well,” I said, meeting both of their eyes, “it’s still early.”

Miranda xox

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Somehow I don't think this is the last we hear of this naughty little threesome.

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