"Back to the question you're skirting. Nikki, do you want to fuck a guy?"

"I...I miss cock, but not enough to..."

"Question was, do you, not would you?" Sammi pointed out, "At least for right now, so do you?"

"Right now?" I repeated.

"Answer me!" she gave my nipple a flick with her fingers that caused me to yelp.

"Ow! Yes, fine, I've been thinking about getting fucked. I miss the feeling of a nice hard cock in my pussy and a pair of strong hands on my tits and I miss..."

"Sucking cock." She licked her lips, "The feeling of a soft cock growing in my mouth, the way a nice thick load feels going down my throat. Or how good cum feels spraying across my tits."

"The way their balls feel in my hand." I whispered, "And in my mouth. The way they grab my hips when they fuck me."

"Hmm" Sammi sighed, "Remember that guy down in Florida we took back to the hotel with us? The way we shared his cock? How we passed it to each other? How we watched each other get fucked, his cock going from your pussy to mine?'

"Your ass to mine at the end." I reminded her.

"We were pretty drunk." She laughed. "But it was fun!"

"It was." I narrowed my eyes, "You're talking an awful lot about cock."

"Nikki, ask yourself something." She gave me a sly smile, "Who was it that brought the strap on home last night?"

"You did." I told her, "But I figured it was because you thought I wanted cock and was trying to..." I paused and pointed my finger in her face, "You little slut! You played me! You're thinking about it too!"

"Damn straight I have been!" she clapped her hands, "So I figured I would bring that home and have some fun and see if it could give us what we needed."

"Not the same." I shook my head. "Not that you didn't look great fucking me, but still not the real thing."

"It doesn't cum!" Sammi gave me that precious pout. "It doesn't moan and it doesn't taste good and it won't get me all sticky." She licked her full perfect lips, "It doesn't shoot anything I could lick off of you!"

"Okay so we both miss it." I shrugged, "So what are you saying, you want to be open?"

"No!" she exclaimed. Taking my hand she brought it to her lips and kissed the back of it. "I want us to be together."

"So we just use our friend there and pine for it?"

Still holding my hand, Sammi asked, "You have a lot of fun in Florida when we shared that guy?"

"I said I did."

"Well..." she gave me a wink, "Would it really be cheating is we did it together?"

"You...you want us to fuck the same guy?" I asked, feeling my nipples harden under my shirt; that was exactly what I'd been playing with myself to!

"You do!" she said as if reading my mind, "According to what I heard anyway!" she laughed, "Must be meant to be!"

"You sure about this?" I asked. "Sammi you were the one that said you wanted to stop playing and have it just be us."

"I know." She sighed, "But we had so much fun with that guy and we played with other girls together and." She gave me a wistful smile, "remember all those times we fucked in the same room? Watching each other get it

"We even swapped off one time!" Damn my pussy was heating up again.

"Right, well no more of that, but I figure we could share one. Not all the time, maybe once in a while when we really get the urge."

"Okay."

"We have to agree on the guy." Sammi added. "We have to both agree we want it and who we want."

"Fair enough." I paused, then looking up at her through my lashes asked, "Can we have a young one?"

"Absolutely!"

"Really? I thought you weren't into younger guys."

"But you are and I'm fine with that."

"You used to make fun of me." I asked suspiciously, "Why all of a sudden would you be alright with being a cougar with a cub?"

"I like Milf better."

"But we're not moms." I laughed.

"But we're old enough to be for the ones you like."

"I like is the point. Why your change of heart?"

"You'll see." She gave me a mischievous grin.

"You have someone in mind?" I asked. "Remember, we do have to be more careful now that you got that job at the university. Have to watch where we pick them up, would be pretty bad if they went to your school."

"He doesn't."

"So you do have someone!" My heart started racing, "Who is it and when do you think we could..."

"When?" she kissed my hand again, "I think we could today."

"Today? How?"

"Because, dear Nikki, our lucky boy toy lives right next door!"