Ecstasy pill

She plopped the pink pill into her mouth before she walked

over to Weston and placed one on his tongue. They both grinned half-heartedly

at me before Isadora walked back to me.

 “It’s ecstasy, babe.

It will make you feel really nice.” She held out the pink pill again and I

stared at it.

I was familiar with ecstasy as I had done it several times

in college, but that was ages ago. I remembered how it made me feel so good

while it took away any fears or doubts, allowing any sexual experience to blow

your mind.

Fuck it. I held out my tongue as she placed the pink pill

onto it before I swallowed it down. Now what? I remembered it took a bit before

you could feel it and by the looks of it, they weren’t patient on getting into

bed. After all, Weston said this was just sex, nothing emotional.

 “Good girl,” Isadora

purred. “Now we wait.” She leaned forward and lightly kissed my lips. It

surprised me; I won’t lie, but I actually liked it even if my stiff and nervous

body looked like it didn’t.

“Let’s go have a drink while we wait, Isadora. We don’t want

to scare her off just yet.” Weston pushed away the wall and disappeared through

a door to his left.

“Come,” Isadora instructed as she grabbed my hand and tugged

me along. My feet followed even if the rest of me tried to get used to the

inevitable.

The ecstasy finally hit me after about half an hour and my

clothes began to feel like gloves. They rubbed in all the right places and I

was panting. I began to move in my spot to rub them against myself while I bit

my bottom lip and tried to stop my moans from escaping. If they wanted to do

this, now would be a good time to start.

I looked between the two of them as we sat on the large

couch in Weston’s study and Isadora watched me. Weston held his gaze on her but

I wanted him to look at me.

“I think she’s ready,” Isadora whispered next to me right

before I felt her hand on my knee.

Oh, damn! That felt really nice. I closed my eyes and

focused on her hand as it traveled up my thigh and beneath my pencil skirt. Her

hand kept going up further and further, heating my skin every inch she got

closer to my core. My legs separated instinctively as I threw my head back and

rested it on the back of the couch. I kept my eyes closed as I focused on her

moving hand. She traced the outside of my panties as I inhaled a sharp breath

and gripped the cushion while I waited for her to touch me.

And then she did.

Her fingers slid into my panties and lightly across my

swollen clit before she pinched it. I gripped the bottom of my skirt with one

hand while my other one flew over and landed right on Weston’s thigh, squeezing

him tightly.

A small groan echoed next to me as I realized it had come

from Weston. My eyes finally opened and I couldn’t help but look over at him.

He was watching us as a flush spread across his cheeks and a brazen desire

filled his eyes.

“She’s wet for us, Weston...” Isadora breathed out, almost

moaning it, and my eyes whipped to her. “Do you want him to touch you?” I so

desperately wanted to say yes, but his girlfriend was the one asking me that!

How is this normal?

Oh...

She slid her finger inside of me as I inhaled another breath

and gripped Weston’s thigh tighter.

“Touch her, Weston,” Isadora demanded from beside me.

My eyes whipped back to her for a split second before they

returned to Weston. He watched me and it was almost as if he were asking me for

permission with his gaze.

He licked his lips right before he reached out and grabbed

my chin. He forced me to stare into his eyes as Isadora’s finger fucked me.

“This is your last chance to back out, Millie. If you have

any doubts whatsoever, tell me now.” His eyes flitted as he waited for my

reply.

Without hesitation, I replied, “I want this. I want you.”

Darkness spread through his gaze as a growl rumbled his

chest and then in one swift movement, he had Isadora’s hand removed from my

panties as he spun my legs toward him. I fell onto my back with my head in

Isadora’s lap as Weston stood from the couch momentarily before he dropped to

his knees and spread my legs wide open. His hands slid up my legs, causing them

to shake as he bunched my skirt up around my hips.

I looked up into Isadora’s eyes as she winked down at me.

Then she began to move my blouse to the side and once my bra was exposed, she

tugged the material over. My nipple puckered from the cool air in the room and

my mouth fell open slightly.

My eyes traveled back down to Weston as I felt him begin to

nibble along the inside of my thigh. A moan left my mouth as my back arched and

my hands gripped the couch cushion beneath me. He quickly tore at my panties

and then his mouth was on me. I cried out and closed my eyes once again. Every

hair on my body stood up on end and I was writhing for a release.

His tongue slid expertly over my lips before he stopped to

tease my clit. My entire existence was on cloud nine as he sent me flying.

Isadora pinched my tight nipple then as I arched my back for

an entirely different sensation. We had barely just begun but I was already

about to explode. Between Weston’s tongue torturing my clit and Isadora teasing

my nipple, I was seconds away from letting everything go. We were only just

beginning and I didn’t want it to end so soon, so I held on for dear life.

Weston removed his mouth from me as I whipped my eyes open

and glared down at him. Even though I didn’t want to cum yet, I didn’t want him

to stop tasting me and I told him as much when I let out a frustrated groan.

He looked up at me with a mirthless smile on his lips before

he stood to his feet and tore his suit jacket off. Then he began to attack the

buttons on his shirt and trousers. I laid there frozen as I watched him and

waited for what was beneath all of those clothes. Isadora continued to

sensually run her hands over my arms and chest and it was clear that she was

trying to keep the fire brewing inside of me. There was no need for that,

though, because I was fucking ablaze right now and nothing could put it out.

Well, maybe Weston could, but he needed to hurry up.

 I finally began to

see skin when Weston tore his shirt off and revealed washboard abs and ink

licked across his pectoral muscles. My mouth watered at the sight of him. There

was always something so sexy about inked skin and now I couldn’t help but think

how perfect Weston was.

He continued to tear at his pants while his thumbs slid into

the waistband of his briefs. I knew what came next and I silently begged for

it.

Isadora leaned down and whispered into my ear. “Are you

ready to be fucked by a huge cock?”

Every part of my body woke up to her question. Yes. Yes, I

was most certainly fucking ready.

I’ve been ready for this for over a year. This is all I

needed.