SPRING BREAK!

One spring break I didn't have anywhere to go, so I called my old friend Kat in California. She said she and her roommate Emmy (yes, her name was Emmy, not Emily), didn't have plans either and maybe we could all hang out. Kat said that I'd like Emmy, that she was blonde and gorgeous, and smart.

I had reserved a room at a motel walking distance to the beach. It was supposed to have two queen beds, but of course like some sitcom, they had mixed up the reservation and we had a small room with one king bed. That's ok, the girls assured, flopping back on the bed. There'd be room for three, like a slumber party. I pulled out my flask and poured each of us a cocktail in a plastic motel cup with motel ice. "Dangerous," said Emmy, "isn't this how orgies start?" We all laughed. In my mind, I turned the scene over and over again. I'd never been in an orgy, and had no idea how they started. I wished I knew.

The first day we were all hanging out on the beach. We packed the plastic cups and bottle of wine. The girls laid back on the blanket after rubbing suntan lotion on each other. I couldn't believe I was so close, and yet so awkwardly distant. They seemed totally relaxed around each other. "I hate tanlines," said Emmy. "Me, too," said Kat. Emmy tugged down her bikini top, and then Kat followed. I sat there, stupid, check out both girls sunning essentially topless on a California beach. I'm pretty sure it wasn't legal, and that made it all the more bold, sexy.

When we got back to the motel room, Emmy went into the bathroom to take a shower. A few minutes later, Kat went in. A was left alone and feeling awkward as ever. I didn't know if a real party guy would have followed and somehow a 3-way shower scene would be sparked, or if, just being roommates, the girls were used to sharing a bathroom, and if I walked in, would have looked like an idiot. So, like an idiot, I snuck over close as I dared to the bathroom door and strained to listen. All I could hear was the shower spray. I pictured, of course, both girls in the shower together, making out and touching each other, muffling their orgasms into each other's shoulders.

They came out in towels. It was hard for me to hide my obvious erection, but I tried. I imagine they saw, they knew. They seemed to parade around the tiny motel room practically naked, as if just to tease me.

The girls wanted to go out. So they dressed up, heels and makeup and little black dresses. They spent about an hour in front of the mirror, while I sat on the bed, frustrated. We went to a nice dinner and ordered expensive food and drinks and laughed a lot, but all the while my mind was still on the image of them together in the shower. Then we went to a club, and danced. Or more accurately, the girls danced together, and I sipped cocktail after cocktail, feeling even more stupid. I had come to the conclusion that this spring break was the dumbest idea ever, and that I just wasn't the spring break guy to turn the situation into some sort of porn movie plot line.

By last call, the girls were danced out, and ready to leave, so we all headed back to the tiny motel room. We all sat on the big bed--the only place to sit in the room--and sipped the left-over wine. The girls were sweaty and gorgeous. I wished I knew how to make the move to kiss one. But which one? How does one start a three-way? Emmy asked me about my girlfriend, and I told her I was single, and the conversation turned to my sex life--or lack thereof. It was sort of embarrassing, but leading in the right direction. We were all getting a little drunk.

Emmy's questions were become like a truth or dare game, but without the dares. I wanted to turn the conversation that way, but didn't know how. We started talking about the most sexually daring things we'd done. Emmy confessed that she'd masturbated on a cross-atlantic flight, while two strangers on either side of her slept. That was a sexy image, and I knew Emmy had a wild side I just needed to figure out how to tap.

I asked Kat if she'd ever kissed another girl before. She first looked annoyed, but then glanced over at Emmy and cracked a smile. Her eyes sparkled. "Of course," she said.

I confessed that I'd never seen two girls, or had an orgy, or anything like that, but that it'd always been a life-long fantasy. "You've never seen two girls kiss?" said Emmy, incredulous. "Not even at a party or a club?"

I hadn't.

Emmy an Kat exchanged a coy drunken look. "Well?" asked Emmy. "Should we?" Kat grinned, swayed, and shrugged. The girls fell toward each other, almost knocking foreheads, but catching their balance, they locked into a soft, passionate french kiss. It was the gentlest kiss I'd ever witnessed. I was astonished.

When Emmy finally pulled away, Kat left her eyes closed. She looked in total bliss, her head swimming, her body turned on. "Is that what you wanted?" asked Emmy. I could only nod. "That was nice," sighed Kat.

"Is this how orgies start?" I asked, trying to make a joke reference. Emmy laughed. It was clear I was straining to be part of the scene. Emmy whisphered into Kat's ear. Kat nodded.

After the girls exchanged a long, private conversation, Kat turned to me and reported. "You can watch," said Kat. "But that's it. Watching only, no touching, no joining."

I was amazed, shocked, confused. It was not at all how I imagined such things would go.

Kat leaned a little closer to me. "Em thinks your sweet, but she's not into guys." Kat explained that Emmy was really turned on by the idea of being watched, and that it had been a fantasy of hers, but that she just didn't want a penis involved. She said I could watch from any angle, as long as I was off teh bed. Those are the ground rules

"Nothing personal," added Emmy.

I nodded, totally disappointed. But soon, the ground rules had been established and the room felt energized again. Kat leaned over to Emmy, and they resumed their kiss. Soon they leaned back onto the bed. They didn't tear off their dresses and go to it like a man would, but seemed to go slowly, softly, pulling down part of the fabric, nibbling on a breast. Touching, gliding hands over each other, exploring.

I watched Emmy slip down Kat's top and nipple on her small nipples. Kat had small breast, pointed into sharp tip that Emmy lapped, and flicked with her tongue. It made Kat writhe. She seemed to be having a series of small orgasms just from teh nipple stimulation, something I never could have imagined.

Kat pulled Emmy down onto her back, and then gently kissed her way between Emmy's legs. With her hips in the air, Kat's dress fell down, exposing her bare bottom. I so desperately wanted to reach out my hand and caress her bare cheeks, and the soft folds of glisten flesh between her legs. She was totally shaved, even her asshole. I wanted to dip my tongue into her soft skin, but I'd promised. She was intently lapping Emmy's labia. Both girls still had their crazy club heels on. Emmy closed her eyes as Kat's tongue burrowed inside her. She began to convulse as orgasm overtook her.

The girls never really stopped, but simply passed out. I turned off the lights and slipped into bed beside them. I totally wanted to feel them both up, to try my luck at starting a 3-way, but real life is not like porn. They were far too drunk, totally passed out, and as much as I desired Emmy, she wasn't into guys. I'd been given an amazing front seat to something real, something tender, and passionate, and very sexy. Frustrated as I was physically, mentally I knew I'd never have a spring break like that again. I knew it was better to relish what really happened, than to lie about what could have happened.