I had always felt comfortable when around other guys. Secure in my sexuality, I knew I was only into women. Confident with my body and size, I had never been embarrassed in the locker room or when changing around guys. I kept myself in good shape: decent six-pack abs, toned arms ... and a 7" cock with just the right amount of girth. I kept my pubes shaved close to make it look even bigger. So it almost goes without saying that moving into the guy's dorm, at the start of my freshman year of college, was an easy transition.

My roommate Adam and I hit it off right away. He was attractive, outgoing, and girl-crazy; thus, we had a lot in common right off the bat. The dorm rooms were small and privacy was non-existent, so out of necessity we got to know each other pretty quickly. In fact, sometimes when one of us was with a girl in our room, the other would stay and just fake sleep. We were somehow able to pull this off with the help of the dorm room's bunk beds. Adam was on the bottom bunk and I had the top. There were plenty of nights during which I faked sleep while listening to him fuck some drunk co-ed on the bunk below me, and vice versa. It was definitely an open secret that the one not getting laid was jerking off to the action; something about which neither of us - though we might have smiled slightly - ever spoke.

We'd even developed a little bit of a routine on the nights when neither had gotten lucky. Returning to our dorm in the evening, drunk, horny, and without girls, we'd have a stroke session together. We'd just chill, lounge around naked in the room, watch porn, and jerk ourselves off. We never mentioned it when we were sober, nor even while drunk; still we found ourselves jerking off together at least once a week. The unspoken cue was when one of us started surfing the net for porn. The other would then sit down next to him, and we'd both watch the action, talking about the girls, what we liked, and what we wanted to do. Eventually our cocks would get hard and we'd jerk ourselves to sleep. Things went on like this for four years with not even a hint of more happening. We parted ways after graduation: I left for grad school in Boston, and Adam left to do the same in Chicago.

About six months after the start of grad school I found some time off, so I flew out to Chicago to chill with Adam. He'd mentioned that he was doing well with the girls out there, and so I was looking forward to seeing what kind of damage I could do in a new city. After I dropped my bag off at his new apartment, we immediately went out to hit the bars. We drank hard and settled in to have a great time.

As the night went on, I found myself on a barstool off to one end of the bar, enjoying a flirty conversation with a very sexy woman named Jane. At thirty years old, she was about eight years older than Adam and me and still as sexy as ever. She had all of the requisite curves and good looks, yet she also had a level of confidence and self-awareness that I hadn't seen in the college-aged girls I was used to picking up. Adam sat a few people down the bar from us, chatting it up with a younger girl named Lauren. She looked smoking hot, was still in college, and was enamored with Adam. So far things were looking perfect for my first night in Chicago.

Unfortunately, Lauren seemed a little too much into Adam. He found that he had somehow flirted his way past the 'late night bar fuck' category and into the 'potential boyfriend' category; so when it was time to go back to his apartment she bailed out at the last minute, deciding to go home instead, acting like a good girl and not sleeping with him on the first night. She sauntered off into her cab, and Jane and I ... and a dejected Adam got into another.

Too drunk to bother trying to hide his disappointment, he muttered, "I can't fucking believe what just happened," as we drove away.

Jane laughingly said, "I thought you had it." She shook her head, smiling at her new friend's misery. Then she said, "I guess I'll just have to work overtime tonight." Her words just hung there in the air.

Had she really just said what I thought she said? I thought to myself. Was it a joke or ... had she just offered us a ... threesome?

The cab got us to Adam's apartment without much fanfare, during which neither Adam nor I attempted to clarify or probe into what Jane had said ... though clearly we both had heard her. As the three of us rode up in the elevator I felt uncharacteristically nervous. This situation just felt different, and I had a sneaking feeling that Adam and I would both be getting laid tonight, after all.

Once we were inside his apartment, Adam proceeded to the kitchen to make us all some vodka tonics while I chose some music and put it on. Jane followed me into the living room, sat down on the couch, and took off her heels. Adam returned with the drinks and we all clinked our glasses together. One round of drinks turned into three ... and now we were all good and drunk again, yet a strange sort of awkwardness hung in the air. Jane had not mentioned anything further so I was beginning to think she had been joking about 'working overtime'.

Of course she had been ... she must have been ...

Adam excused himself to use the bathroom, leaving Jane and me alone together. The bathroom was at the other end of the apartment, far enough away so that we had a little bit of privacy. I quickly made my move on Jane and soon we were making out on the couch. I figured Adam would see us as he returned from the bathroom and might just go off into his room so I could fuck Jane on his couch. He had been gone long enough, so at first it seemed like he had been thinking along the same lines ... until I heard him put his glass down on the table. I had been too busy kissing Jane to even notice that he'd returned. So there we were: Jane and me on the couch, still sitting but intertwined in an embrace, and Adam who leaned a little unsteadily against the wall about five feet away.

Through a vodka fog, I watched Jane twist easily in my embrace and wave him over, at which point he seemed to just float toward us. She reached for his hand and guided him down, pulling him close so she could passionately kiss him. She wrapped her left hand around his arm, while her right still rubbed my leg. Tilting her head, she pulled away from him, saying sweetly, "Bedroom?" This, she knew, was a question that didn't need an answer.

All three of us got up from the couch and moved to his room. Adam walked over to the far side of the bed and then looked over at me. I nodded. As if on cue, all three of us began to undress. Jane was beautiful, and somehow even more confident, naked, than she had been during our flirtation at the bar. We were putty in her hands, and she knew it.

The next thing I knew, the three of us were laying on the bed together and things had taken on a playful tone. This was, after all, not some hardcore, double-penetration porn scenario. This was three drunk people having a very fun time. Adam sat with his back leaning up against the headboard and watched Jane crawl toward him. She knelt in-between his legs and, gently grasping his already hard cock in her right hand, immediately began to suck it. Adam was in heaven! She seemed to know exactly what she was doing. I knelt next to her and slid my right hand between her legs, gently rubbing her clit and fingering her. Each time I pressed on her clit she moaned, the sound muffled somewhat by Adam's cock.

Without taking her mouth off of him, she reached over to me and gently guided me further up the bed. Now Adam lay flat on his back, and I knelt next to him. Our cocks were only about a foot apart and Jane expertly alternated between us, using her left hand to jerk Adam off while she sucked me. Then she moved her head down and sucked him while using her right hand to squeeze and stroke my balls.

I really wanted to taste her, so I gently but firmly peeled her off of Adam's cock. I rolled her onto her back, lay down between her legs and started to go to town, licking her clit and fingering her, my efforts succeeding in making her extremely wet and vocal. I looked up to see Adam standing next to the bed, feeding her his cock while playing with her tits. The sight was exquisite, so erotic. I tongue-fucked her until her thighs ran slick with her juices and my saliva, and she began to close them around my head. I felt one hand reach down between her thighs and grab a handful of my hair for leverage, to grind her pussy deeper onto my face. Her juices ran down my nose and spread across my cheeks, dribbling down my chin ... as she began quiver. She'd stopped sucking Adam, because her moans came out louder and clearer, then suddenly she let out a scream and arched her back. Instantly, she pushed me away from her pulsing and too-sensitive clit. I crawled up to her and kissed her passionately, letting her taste the result of all of that hard work.

For recovery time, all Jane needed was a pause lasting the span of a couple of deep breaths. Within seconds she was ready to resume the fun. She bounced up off the bed with enthusiasm and purpose, guiding Adam and then me into position, laying side by side on our backs with our legs hanging off the bed. She knelt on the floor and began to eagerly suck both of our cocks again, this time deep-throating us with tons of drool coating our cocks, moving her mouth from one to the other and using both hands to jerk us off. She had us in total euphoria, moaning in brainless ecstasy.

Suddenly she stopped and climbed back onto the bed. Glistening with sweat, saliva, and cum, she lay on her back and motioned for Adam to climb on top of her. As soon as he was in place above her, she raised her legs up and placed her ankles on his shoulders, then used her left hand to guide him into her, while her right hand firmly grasped his ass cheek to press him deeper. Her pussy swallowed him instantly, and soon he was furiously pumping away, fucking her as hard as he could.