Memory Lane

Leah slid her hand under her shirt, eyes focused on the ceiling. Her mother and Seth weren't home, she didn't have to patrol. It was one of the rare moments when it was just her and that in itself was amazing. It was always hard to find…alone time, when you knew your brother could smell and hear everything you did. She unconsciously squeezed the bottle of air freshener lying beside her on the bed. She knew she'd have to use it later.

She had heard in high school that girls didn't need to watch porn as often as guys, because they had better imaginations. Leah didn't always think that was true, because her imagination was kind of shit, but she didn't need porn right then either. She had memories to base her fantasies off of.

She was walking down the hall, having just had yet another fight with Sam. As she rounded the corner, she smashed into someone. A tall someone. At least, a someone who was taller than her. Leah tilted her head back to gaze at Paul. She didn't know him very well, despite the fact that he was one of Sam's friends. She met his eyes, watched him drop his own so he could look down the front of her shirt. Before she could think of smacking him, he raised both hands and gave her a full breast grope. Her jaw fell open in disbelief and Paul grinned, tugged on a strand of her hair.

"Stop lookin' so glum, chum." He side stepped her easily, shoving his hands into his coat pocket as he trotted down the hall, whistling all the way.

She stared after him, retort caught on her tongue. "Yeah. Well. Fuck you." She muttered, thinking that Paul was one to talk. He had a shorter fuse that she ever did. Paul could almost always be found with a black eye from a fight, and a nasty scowl on his face. Apparently, her breasts made him happy.

Well, she thought, it was kind of nice to have her body appreciated, especially since Sam was the one who wouldn't put out.

Leah sighed happily as her hand continued upwards, cupping one breast, over her bra. The other hand joined soon after, and she squeezed, imagining it was someone else's hands on her body.

The second incident occurred during a make out session on Sam's couch. Paul had walked in, English textbook in hand. He had stopped in the doorway, eyes darkening. And then he had settled in a nearby chair, to watch. Despite his friend staring at them so intensely, Sam continued, going so far as to slide his hand into Leah's pants to play with her clit.

It was the most she'd gotten from Sam, and she whimpered her orgasm out against his throat, she found she wasn't even embarrassed by Paul being there. In fact, it was kind of hot. Sam wouldn't let her return the favour, and she chanced a peek over her shoulder.

Paul was still reclined in the chair, jeans unzipped. His cock was out, hard, throbbing, as he lazily moved his hand across it. His thumb brushed against the tip, and her eyes were drawn to that. She shuddered.

Sam laid her out on the couch, draping one of her long legs across the back of it. He didn't reach inside her pants again, choosing instead to grind down against her. He contented himself with nibbling at her throat as she turned her head to watch Paul. It was the first time they all came together, and it was the best orgasm she had.

It was also the first time she'd had two in one session.

Leah could feel herself becoming wet as she thought about their first real day together. She shivered, slipped a hand under her bra to pinch at a nipple. Ever so slowly she sat up, stripping her top off as if she were putting on a show. She caught her own eyes in the mirror in front of the bed, and moaned at the look on her own face.

She always thought she was sexiest when she was thinking about them.

She had Sam pinned to the wall, for a change. Paul hadn't appeared to any of their other make out sessions, but ever since that day, things had gotten more…frisky. She was too wrapped up in rubbed her bra clad breasts against Sam's naked chest to hear the door, and she felt him before she saw him.

Lips pressed against the back of her neck as strong hands curled over her hips. She knew those hands, hadn't been able to get them out of her head since the day he had groped her. She mewled against Sam as Paul's body pressed them closer, making a sandwich with her as the centre.

It was Paul's hands that slid into her pants, and Paul's hands that ventured where Sam's had always been too afraid to go. He pushed two fingers inside of her, thumb pressing into her clit hard enough that jolts of pleasure darted down her legs, and back up. She was glad to be sandwiched in as Sam's kisses left her breathless and Paul's touches left her weak. She wasn't sure she'd be able to stand if the two of them weren't supporting her.

Her nipples were erect and swollen from the gentle tugs and pinches she had been giving them. Without thinking, she wiggled out of her pants and panties, spread her legs as wide as she could across her bed. She slid three fingers into herself – not nearly as wide as Paul's hands were, two just wouldn't cut it – and the other found her clit; pulling, squeezing, and then finally rubbing. Leah didn't think she'd last all that long.

She knew it had been Paul who talked Sam into it. The man was lying in bed with them, using his hands and mouth to stroke her into arousal as Sam fumbled with a condom. She hadn't even given him a blowjob yet, and here he was, slipping between her legs.

She had heard that it would hurt, but with Paul distracting her, she hardly felt it. She had been an active child, though, and she might have already been broken in. She sighed, tensed, then melted under Sam as he slowly made his way inside her body.

When he finally began to move, Paul was shifting positions. She found his dick in her face and followed her instincts, curled her tongue around his head playfully as she cupped his balls in her hand. In return, his fingers found her, rubbed her as Sam thrust deeper than her hands could ever reach.

She was a mess of nerves by the time they were finished, when Sam shuddered and came, when Paul spilled down her throat. She gagged at the taste, swallowed because she couldn't quite get up with them sprawled across her. She gave Paul's sack a sharp flick for that, and the man yipped. He moved again when Sam rolled away, settled his head between her thighs and for the first time, she came against someone's tongue.

He kissed her after, languidly, and she flicked him again. Paul was a book of firsts for her.

Leah bit her own lip hard enough to bleed as her body rocked off the bed. Without thinking, she lapped at the blood, then at her fingers. The taste wasn't something she enjoyed, but it was pleasant on certain occasions. Her Paul and Sam sessions were one of those occasions. An odd habit, she knew, but her habit none the less.

She melted into the bed, absently spraying the air freshener around her room as her hand slid back down her body to help ride out the last soft waves of pleasure. She managed to pull her sheet over her body before she felt asleep, arms curled around herself in a hug that she wouldn't receive from either of them again.

As Leah slept, she dreamt, both of the present and the past. She dreamt of the day Sam had broken up with her, of the day when Paul stopped talking to her. She dreamt of sharing their minds, of wishing things could go back to the way they were. She dreamt of pleasure, and finally, when she grew tired of dreaming, she returned to her trip of the good days, the days found on memory lane.