Woody scowled at him as if he'd taken his spot.
"I thought they were my friends," Leif said with mock sadness. His mouth was turned down, but his eyes shining with humor.
"We are your friends, that's why we're honest with you," Woody said. "One round."
"Honest is one way to put it." Leif smirked at him.
"When have I ever not been honest?" Woody pushed himself off the doorframe and stepped deeper into the room.
"I can't think of any instances right this moment," Leif said. "But to be fair, all the blood in my body is not currently in my brain."
My gaze dropped to his grin. No prizes for guessing where all the blood currently was. The front of his pants were straining so much, it must have been borderline painful.
"One of us had to be capable of coherent thought. Since I designated that as myself, I brought us something." Forrest held out his hand. Across his palm lay a tube of lube.
"That looks like a present for all of us," Leif remarked approvingly.
"Only if Sable wants it to be," Forrest said firmly. "She may not be ready for that."
I blinked at him a couple of times before making up my mind.
"I'm ready," I said. "How do we do this?" I gestured between the four of us.
"However you want to," Forrest said. He raised a questioning eyebrow at me.
"I suppose getting naked would be a good start," I said. I was always down for seeing them with their clothes off.
"All good things start with getting naked," Leif agreed, starting to tear off his clothes and throw them this way and that. Somehow he managed to hit Forrest in the face with his boxers. They landed on his forehead and stayed there.
Forrest peeled them off and threw them at Woody, who made a face while ducking out of the way.
"Gross, no thanks. Keep your underwear to yourself."
I laughed at them both while peeling away my jeans and shirt. I worked my way down the bed and got off so I could fold them and place them on a hamper in the corner of the room.
If any of them noticed me being so neat and precise, they didn't say anything, didn't laugh at me for it. They waited until I was ready to crawl back onto the bed before pulling my bra and panties off me and throwing them roughly in the direction of the hamper. They missed and my underwear ended up on the floor. I supposed everything would end up in the washing machine sooner or later.
"You're so beautiful," Forrest said softly.
"I was about to say that," Leif said.
Forrest gestured at him to go ahead.
"You're so beautiful," Leif said, nodding.
"What they said." Woody sat on the end of the bed. He'd stripped down to his boxer briefs. His cock was so hard it was almost poking a hole in the front, but he looked like he wasn't sure how to proceed. Where did he fit into all of this? Where did any of us?
One step at a time.
Forrest started by placing the lube down on the edge of the mattress and scooting down to lie between my legs. He ran his hands up and down the outsides of my thighs, then over the top to the insides, parting them lightly before pressing the flat of his tongue against my clit.
"This is a good start," I said, a shiver passing through me. Tongues and clits were always a good icebreaker.
I looked to Woody and Leif. "I want to taste both of you," I said. "Not at the same time," I added quickly before one of them could say it.
"You have a talented mouth, but I don't think you'd fit us both in," Leif said.
While Woody was still pushing off his underwear, Leif, knelt beside my face, stroked his cock. Pre-cum glistened, slick and inviting.
