“Hold up,
run that by me one more time?” Diana sipped her beer to try to hide her smirk
as her tipsy friend caught himself off guard with his own honestly.
Dean’s
mouth hung open for a moment, as his brain caught up to what he’d just said. He
glanced over at Shelly, who was glowing red and hiding behind the can in her
hand. She looked at him nervously, then gave him an encouraging nod.
He took
another sip to steady himself, and with all the confidence the drink bestowed,
he looked Diana in the eye and blurted “Wouldyoueverwantohave-?” He stopped.
Inhaled, exhaled. “Would you. Ever want to have a threesome. With, with us.” He
pointed at Shelly and himself as if it needed clarifying.
Diana took
a long, thoughtful drink and let that sit in the air between the three of them.
Then: “Are you two…is this, like, a save your failing relationship thing?
Because-”
“No!”
Shelly cut her off. “No, we’re fantastic. Honestly, we’ve never been better."
It was the truth. Diana could
remember one time in all the years they’d known each other that the high school
sweethearts had ever fought, and a week later, they bounced back more in love
with each other than beforehand. “But…” Shelly continued, “We’ve been wanting
to experiment…”
“And you’re
asking me, because…?”
“We’ve
known you forever.” Dean answered “We know you’re safe, and single, and…”“And a
fucking goddess.” Shelly muttered, then hid behind her can again, refusing to
make eye contact with either of them.
Diana
snorted. That was the truth, too. She knew it. At 6’2”, she towered over both
of her friends, and she wasn’t particularly modest about her figure. She could
proudly boast that more than one person had run into a signpost sneaking a peek
at her generous chest, and she was banned from doing squats in range of any
mirror at the gym after one too many people hurt themselves watching her form
instead of their own. To say nothing of her cock, which, caught off-guard, was
presently making a mockery of her shorts and making its interest in the
proposal known. She crossed her legs.
Shelly and
Dean were no slouches themselves. Both maddeningly adorable, with somehow just
the plumpest asses that begged to be slapped. If they weren’t so crazy in love
with each other, they’d have no want for choice of partners. Hell, she’d
probably have thrown her hat in one or both races. Still… “It’s tempting.
Really, it is. But aren’t you two, you know…”
“What?”
They asked in unison.
“Vanilla?”
Dean stared down into the mouth of
his beer can. Shelly puffed up her cheeks in the way she did when she was
flustered, but shook her head. “Not anymore...”
It took everything Diana had to
maintain her composure, but she did out of respect for the two. “Be that as it
may, I’m into some…pretty wild stuff. Stuff I guarantee neither of you have
tried.”
“We’re down to try it!” said Shelly!
“You don’t even know what you’re
signing up for.”
“So tell us.”
This time Diana blushed. She
trusted these dorks with her life, but she’d never told anyone she really knew
about her…tastes.
“Fine.” She stood and marched
upstairs to her bedroom. The couple looked at each other, silently conveying a
little nervousness at whatever Diana was going to bring down with her, but
moreso overpowering curiosity. They both loved her, maybe as much as they loved
each other, and the level of trust it took to let them into her world was not
lost on them.
When Diana’s feet hit the bottom of
the steps, she stood rigid, a toy spacegun in her hand. Dean and Shelly looked
at it, then up at her face. They made no assumptions, just waited for her to
explain.
Diana bit her lip, took a breath,
and recomposed herself, retaking her seat in the living room. “This…is a shrink
ray. And what I’m into, is shrinking people down until they’re teeny tiny, and
using them to get off, or hiding them on me in public, or…well, sometimes both
at once. I’ve only done it a handful of times, all with online friends who made
the trip for a day, a week. Then I change them back and they go back to their
lives, and it’s…the hottest thing in the world, but…but it’s clearly not
something you two would be into, so let’s drop it.”
Diana’s eyes dropped to the floor
as she trailed off. The silence carried on for a beat or two, then she felt a
hand delicately placed on her knee. She gasped, and looked to see Shelly
sitting on the floor next to her. Their eyes locked, and Shelly asked, “Hiding
them on you, like…here?”
She placed her other hand on the
seat of the chair and pointed at Diana’s rock-hard erection. In that moment,
looking down at the girl, Diana wanted nothing more than to show her that was
exactly what she meant. Instead, she swallowed gently, and said. “Like there.”
A shiver ran through Shelly, and
Diana noticed Dean looking on, rapt at attention. He opened his mouth, and
without realizing he was whispering, said, “We could do that…”
Diana looked Dean in the eyes,
momentarily emboldened and asked, “Would you like that?”
“Yes…” Both of them in unison,
meekly, but without hesitation.
“You want to be my little toys?”
“Yes…”
“You want to shrink down, and live
your lives at my mercy, with no guarantee I’ll ever turn you back?”
“Yes…”
“Tell me what you want.”
“Make us your toys.”
“Beg me.”
“Please,” said Dean, “Let us be
your little toys.”
“Please use us however you want…” Shelly was practically resting her head on Diana’s thigh as she whispered, and
if that cheek touched down, she was toast.
Diana froze as the reality of what
she was saying caught up with her. Shaking herself out of the stupor, she
placed her hand gently between Shelly’s cheek and her thigh and lifted it away
from her. “We’re all drunk.”
The couple didn’t say anything, but
they knew she was right.
Diana shook her head. “Let’s drop
this. Seriously. For now. We can talk about it some other time.”
“Tomorrow?”
“No. No, not tomorrow. Tomorrow I’m
busy all day. But the next day.”
“Promise?” Shelly looked up at her,
and the eagerness in her eyes about killed her.
“Promise.”
“Okay.” Shelly returned to her spot
on the couch next to Dean.
Diana stood, and they respectfully averted
their eyes from the arousal they’d caused, but both of them were lost in a new
fantasy and they watched her rear sway as she walked away. Diana hurried
upstairs, then back down into the kitchen, and returned with three beers,
cracking hers, draining half of it and letting out a long exhale. “Now then,
what were we talking about before?”
Dean and Shelly didn’t open their
beers, and Diana casually took one after polishing the one she’d just opened.
After enough conversation to politely distance themselves from the moment
they’d all shared, they agreed to call it a night a little early. Diana walked them out, and Dean and
Shelly walked home. Fingers laced, they formulated a way to pay back Diana’s
honesty in a way they would all enjoy.