Chapter 54

When it was time to hit the hay, everybody got into the routine: lining up for the shower, towels here, shampoo there, everything in order. Me, being smart, put on my most convincing sleepy face for my mom, grabbed the air mattresses, took little bottles of water to the room, while Mariana straightened out the bedding like nothing big was going down.

To my mom’s eyes, it was just a girls’ night, giggles and gossip until we crashed. But at the last minute, she mentioned she was heading out with my stepdad to some samba spot, whatever. I played it totally uninterested, like it didn’t matter. But inside? I was lighting off fireworks.

Because the truth was, my real worry was something else: Diana was way too loud. And the fewer ears in that house, the better for me.

In the room, with the house lights already out, the smell was this nice mix of shampoo, soap, and lotions — that fresh-out-of-the-shower chick perfume. We kept it chill, playing it cool, not tipping our hand, no time for Diana to think or suspect the ambush coming her way.

Mariana, as usual, took charge of locking the door. It was almost a ritual: when the key turned, it was the signal that from then on, we were free to do our dirty deeds. And when she got up to lock it, my heart started pounding hard, all out of rhythm, and my pussy clenched up right away.

I got so nervous I squeezed my pussy so tight it even hurt my sciatic.

Now the big question was: how the fuck was I gonna start this shit? While I was racking my brain on how to kick it off, Mariana had already jumped in with this.

“Diana, you ever done a triple kiss?”

I figured Diana would blush again, but nah, I was surprised by her answer.

“Yeah, but it was just a peck with friends, we took a pic for Instagram like that.”

“No, pecks I give to my dog, I’m talking real kiss, with tongue.”

“Uh, no… that must be hard to manage, right?”

The blonde couldn’t be that dense.

“Jujube’s into it?”

“Into what? A triple kiss? Uh, for me, I don’t know if Diana’s gonna want…”

Now she blushed for real, covered her face with her hands and mumbled something we didn’t quite catch.

“Come on, Diana,” Mariana encouraged.

“Oh man, that’s embarrassing, okay… Just once!”

Even I felt kinda shy starting that thing… but it was already worth it. Body hot, heart racing, and that thrill of trying something new shooting me straight to the stars.

We got settled on the floor, kinda makeshift, but Diana preferred to stand — said it was easier, and the pecks she’d given her friends gave her some authority on the subject. In the end, we came together in a group hug, and just the touch of our bodies was already sparking.

Mariana, of course, couldn’t hold back: she’d already pinched my tits twice, that little shit she always did when she was turned on.

We stayed there, kinda hugging face-to-face, forming a triangle. The hardest part wasn’t even starting… it was stopping the laughs. Because every time one of us mustered the courage and leaned in, another cracked a joke, and boom, the tension turned into belly laughs.

It was only on like the fifth try that it kinda worked.

On the fifth try we finally dove in all at once. It was weird, I gotta admit. Three mouths trying to meet at the same time is a delicious mess.

I felt the heat of our breaths mixing, cheeks bumping, a mismatched kiss, kinda clumsy. Sometimes teeth clacked, sometimes noses got in the way, and me trying to slide my tongue in without knowing exactly who to aim for.

Exciting, yeah, because the heat of it put my body on high alert, the feel of multiple mouths brushing mine at once was something I’d never felt. But really good… not yet. It was more the adrenaline of the new thing, the nervous laughs slipping out in the middle, and the shiver of being there, with two women fumbling all over me, trying to make it work.

It was quick, but intense. When it ended, Mariana didn’t even try to hide: she had both hands on her own tits, squeezing hard, almost twisting her nipples. Diana covered her mouth, red as a beet, and I wiped the drool running down my chin. What we all had in common? We burst out laughing.

“Come on, let’s go again. You gotta stick your tongues out more, girls.” Diana said this with total confidence, no shame, like she was teaching a class on group kissing.

“Okay, let’s… come on, Mariana,” I said, laughing.

This time there was no messing around. We leaned in together and our lips met slow, loaded with anticipation. Tongues touched, first just brushing, then tangling in a wet back-and-forth that sent shivers over every inch of skin. The triple kiss now tasted like taboo: three hot mouths, mixed saliva, ragged breaths crashing. I felt every move like it was forbidden and that’s why it was even more delicious.

The clash of tits came right after. Chest against chest, hard nipples rubbing under the thin fabric, in a friction that made the horniness explode through my body. Every brush pulled out short, muffled moans inside the kiss, and with every curve that fit, the urge to lose control got stronger.

Hands weren’t asking permission anymore. They slid down backs, gripped flesh, went up, down, pulled hard. The feeling was like we were getting sucked into each other, in a triangle of heat, skin, and desire. I smelled the sweet scent of Diana’s skin mixed with Mariana’s warm perfume, and my mouth tasted both at once — tongue against tongue, saliva against saliva.

The excitement built like fire: slow, but unstoppable. It was wet, deep, indecent. I was already out of breath, but nobody wanted to stop. The more our mouths met, the more our bodies ground together — tits pressed, hips seeking, and the heat between my legs giving away that this was way beyond a kiss.

When my hand slid down and grabbed Diana’s ass, I bumped into Mariana’s already there, sharing the space. The little minx, meanwhile, had her other hand shoved under my nightie, squeezing my panties hard.

My mouth slipped down Diana’s neck, tasting her hot skin, and she moaned loud, panting, while my hand claimed her left tit, squeezing slow, pinching the hard nipple. The perfect triangle was starting to break apart, and every switch got more delicious.

It was a rotation: every second I didn’t know who I was kissing anymore, just felt the heat of one mouth, then another, tongues mixing, teeth clacking, saliva swapping. The fire consumed, rose through my whole body, and the horniness was so strong it made me shake. My clit throbbed, pulsing in my panties, begging for touch, for friction, for anything to ease that insane hunger that just kept growing.

The hand squeezing me over my panties wasn’t satisfied. Mariana pushed a little more and soon her finger slipped under the elastic, sliding right onto the hot, wet skin. The touch was slow, teasing, the tip of her finger brushing lightly over my swollen lips, gliding easy with how soaked I already was. When she pressed lightly on my clit, a violent shiver shot up my spine, my legs buckled, and a moan escaped even though I didn’t want it to.

Diana, seeing that, couldn’t hold back and blurted out, no filter:

“Oh, fuck… this is too damn good!”

Mariana just smirked slyly, without stopping her prodding inside my panties, her finger exploring like she had all the time in the world.

But deep down, I knew there was another issue — Mariana might still be on her period. I needed to check.

“So… it’s over?” I asked, panting, trying to sound casual.

Diana, of course, didn’t get it. She just stared with that question mark look, dense as ever.

“Uh-huh,” Mariana replied, no fuss. “I just gotta be careful.”

I swallowed hard. Wasn’t gonna make a joke, didn’t want to kill the vibe. So I stayed quiet, pretended like nothing happened, and focused on what really mattered. I reached out and yanked off Diana’s clothes without mercy.

The blonde, now naked in front of us, was the main course of the night.