Fun with Nerdy Girls 35

“I remember your teachings,” Sarah started even as she pushed me on the couch. I followed her direction obediently, curious about her reaction — not to mention, leaving the driver’s seat to them was a unique experience, one that I was enjoying immensely. 

“We should start by stretching properly, right?” Sarah said. 

“Not exactly—“ Naomi started, only to freeze immediately because she had noticed Sarah had already started to lower herself in front of me, on her knees, her lips parting open. “You can’t be—“ she tried to amend her words, only for them to fade as Sarah’s lips wrapped around my girth.

She started pushing down with a speed that honestly surprised me, though, after a few bobbing, she pulled back. “Not a bad start, is it?” Sarah said mockingly. 

Naomi’s gaze bounced between my glistening shaft and Sarah’s smug smirk, confusion clear in her eyes. For a moment, I was convinced that Sarah’s opening salvo was too deadly for Naomi to handle despite her earlier performance against the door, making Sarah the victor. 

To her credit, she managed to give an answer. A stammering, confused answer, but an answer nonetheless. “J-just that,” she said dismissively. 

“It’s just a start,” Sarah answered, her smirk widening. “As you always say, stretching is an important part of the exercise, so I’m starting slow. But feel free to show me if you can do better.” 

Challenged that radically, I expected Naomi to pull back even further, staying passively to watch at best, and leaving the house if the words managed to trigger her too much. Yet, Naomi was more than ready to prove that Sarah wasn’t the only one with a fun bag of surprises. 

“Of course, I can handle it!” Naomi growled, her anger propping her tone, though my gaze was sharp enough to catch her trembling legs. 

The sudden decision was definitely overwhelming. 

Sarah’s surprised expression was not unfamiliar to me. I had seen that exact level of shock the last night, while we were playing the game under the blanket, and she pulled it only to reveal Carrie was going much further under the covers. 

It was the expression of a gambler who realized who had overplayed her hand.

Shocked, she didn’t say anything as Naomi knelt on my right, just scuttling to the left to give her some space, avoiding a confrontation. I bit my lips as Naomi wrapped her fingers around my girth, yet rather than looking at me, she stared at her friend, checking her reaction before she started lowering her head. 

Under different circumstances, being dismissed like that might have bruised my ego, but considering I was biting my lips to hide my amusement, I appreciated that their attention focused on each other, allowing me to enjoy the moment without stress. 

Naomi was much slower than Sarah as she lowered her beautiful head down, her fingers moving up and down, hesitant enough to reveal that, in terms of accumulated experience, she was no more developed than Carrie or Sarah had been before our little games had started. 

Yet, even as her eyes widened due to the close view, she didn’t stop lowering her head down, showing that, once properly teased, exercising wasn’t the only way to trigger the more competitive part of her personality. She looked mesmerized as her beautiful pouty lips parted open, until they were connected around the crown. 

It was not the first time her lips were around my shaft, of course, but under Sarah’s gaze, the atmosphere was completely different. 

I couldn’t help but look at Sarah, who was watching her friend’s sudden courage in shock, her mouth agape, mesmerized by the results of her own words. Though, as Naomi started moving up and down, I watched her expression flicker and dance as she tried to adapt herself to the new situation. 

Something that was much easier for her to handle after the short yet intense training she had gone through. 

“She’s certainly amazing for a beginner, isn’t she?” I asked Sarah while Naomi continued to bob her beautiful head. 

“Yeah, for a beginner,” Sarah growled, her competitiveness immediately back at my words as she grabbed Naomi’s hair and pulled her back, surprising me with her aggression. Naomi cried in pain. “Let me show you how it’s properly done,” she said as her lips landed on the same area Naomi’s lips were occupying for a moment, before she pushed down much more, touching the areas that were still dry even as the crown pushed against her throat. 

Maybe it was the shock she felt against Sarah’s sudden aggressiveness, or maybe it was the confidence she had gained from her earlier performance Sarah managed to raise her gaze, giving me a glimpse of her beautiful eyes, trembling with a shy confusion and arousal. 

“She’s definitely enthusiastic to give an example, isn’t she?” I said even as I put my hand on her head, deciding to help Naomi to balance their game a little by forcing Sarah into a delicious show. “And since she’s showing such great enthusiasm, she wouldn’t mind giving a better tutorial. Right, Sarah?” 

Her answer was just a moan considering her occupied mouth, but there was no doubt about the positive nature of it. And since she left no doubt, I tightened my grip around her hair even as Naomi’s beautiful eyes widened, reflecting her utter and dreadful confusion. Yet, there were benefits to the way she dressed — or more accurately, absolutely lacking a stitch of clothing. With her moist core and her rock-hard nipples, there was no hiding just how much she was turned on. 

And those signs didn’t suffer from any reduction as I tightened my grip around one of her best friend’s hair, forcing her down my shaft aggressively enough to trigger a loud gag. Good, I thought as I decided to increase my aggression, especially since I knew Sarah’s limits from direct experience. 

I pushed her down even harder, manhandling her beautiful throat aggressively as the gags filled the room, turning it into a true spectacle. “She’s a true champion, isn’t she?” I said to Naomi even as I grabbed her wrist, leading her to sit next to me. 

“She certainly —“ she started, but her words died rather quickly when my idle hands found her wetness and started circling around her knob, replaced by a moan. She had accepted such an aggressive touch rather easily, which, under different circumstances might have been unexpected, but one had to adjust standards thanks to the presence of Sarah, her obedient deepthroat working wonders to normalize the situation. 

“Sorry, you were saying?” I said, greatly enjoying their moans, one muffled, one free. Naomi managed to throw a glare that might have been assumed angry, but that didn’t last long under the skilled treatment of my fingers, helped greatly by the highly erotic situation. 

“Jerk,” she managed to murmur while Sarah limited herself to gags and moans. 

“Do you want to give it a try?” I countered even as I nodded down, where Sarah was showing an amazing resilience trying to swallow my full length, though she was yet to succeed. “Do you think you can handle as much as Sarah?” 

That earned a snort from Naomi, which surprised me. “I can do anything physical Sarah can do better,” she declared confidently.

“Oh, really?” I said as I pulled my hand away from Sarah’s head, allowing her to rise. 

“Really?” Sarah copied my question once she pulled back, though only after she had coughed and wheezed for a moment, catching her breath back. “You really think you can be better than me in this?” 

“Of course, I can,” Naomi answered even as she shuffled a bit and leaned forward until her tits pressed against my thigh, her lips positioned around my crown. “Let me show you why you need to work hard to get a perfect physique,” she declared. 

“Oh, let’s see how that perfect physique works,” Sarah said as she grabbed Naomi’s head with both hands and pushed down before I could stop her. 

Luckily, despite the sudden undertone of the competition they managed to light, they were still good friends, so she pushed her down more gently than I had pushed her moments earlier. 

Naomi still gasped in shock as I felt her throat slowly closing around my shaft, showing that competing with Sarah might not be as easy as she might have first assumed. To her credit, she managed to stay down. 

Since they were lost in their warped competition, I managed to reach to my phone, just enough to capture a fleeting moment of the dance they were sharing. ‘Your two BFFs are having a scuffle,’ I wrote, sending that with a photo as well. Normally, it was not something I would have done, but considering Sarah’s actions last night, and Naomi’s willingness to ambush Carrie in the bathroom after I implied she was there, I decided it wasn’t the worst transgression imaginable. 

‘They are always a handful to control once they start,’ Carrie wrote, before a second message hit soon after. ‘There’s a reward for you if you exhaust them enough to keep them from fighting tomorrow,’ it said, this time accompanied by a picture. 

A picture of Carrie wearing nothing but a sexy nightie that hugged her curves excellently, yet too transparent to hide anything. And, the recently-cut price tag on the bed suggested the lingerie was a recent purchase — probably acquired during the same mall trip I had helped Naomi pick up some interesting exercise clothing. 

And, while messaging with Carrie was fun — especially when she was in the mood of attaching some more photos — it wasn’t as fun as my current circumstances. It wasn’t a slight to her, I thought even as I lowered my gaze. 

There were scarcely few things in life that could match the beauty of two naked ladies, especially when one was pushing the other down to swallow more of my shaft…