3SOME’S COMPANY

Joyce crashed through the door of her three-bedroom apartment, holding mounds of shopping bags. Her roommates, Greg and Sarah, wouldn’t be home until later and she was excited to start wrapping their Christmas gifts. At first, she was skeptical about living with a guy, but having Sarah here lessened the awkwardness of it. Plus, two girls and one guy turned out to be a great combo. She dropped her bags by the couch and went into the kitchen. The holidays made her giddy and she couldn’t wait to sip on some spiked eggnog and pop on a Christmas classic.

Sarah and Greg had invited her to join them at the local bar for the annual Festive Karaoke Night. Though it sounded fun, she’d much prefer staying at home with a stiff beverage, roaring fire, and a cozy, old-school movie playing in the background. Grabbing her favorite Christmas glass, she poured the creamy beverage to the halfway mark. Its thick consistency sent a sense of nostalgia through her veins. Adding a generous whiskey topper and a sprinkle of nutmeg, she smiled and wiggled her shoulders in excitement. 

Bouncing back into the living room, she placed her drink on the mantle and got to work on the fire. As the kindling lit, she grabbed the remote and searched for her favorite holiday movie, A Christmas Story. Finding it within seconds, she hit ‘select’ and retrieved her drink before kneeling in front of the baby flames. Between the heat coming from the burning wood and the smell of pine and eggnog, she was suddenly overwhelmed with cheer. She took a hefty sip of her drink and turned to empty the bags of all the gifts she purchased and needed to wrap. Taking one more sip, she got to work with the opening tune of Deck the Halls and Jean Shepard’s narration filling the room around her. Between the nostalgia of the movie and the extra booze she added to her drink, she was definitely feeling warm and fuzzy.

By the time the movie ended, Joyce had managed to wrap every single gift and placed them perfectly under the tree, all while under the heavy influence of whiskey. Feeling a bit dizzy, she plopped herself on the couch and pulled out her phone to scroll social media and play Mahjong before heading to bed. Halfway through her first game, a clambering of some sort, accompanied with child-like giggling, seeped through the front door. She remained seated, knowing it was Greg and Sarah returning home from the party. 

Taking longer than usual to unlock the door, Joyce chuckled to herself when Greg started scolding Sarah on her key aim. To be fair, it was freezing outside, and he did have a severe aversion due to his precious, baby-like skin. His own words. Hearing his incessant explanations about the struggle of having his entire body hair-free was both hilarious and ridiculous. According to him, he gets colder than the general population because he lacks a layer of protection. Joyce, however, never wasted an opportunity to remind him that having it removed was his choice. 

They barreled through the door like a couple of drunken high-schoolers. Joyce tossed her phone to the side and turned around to face them. 

“How was it?” Even though Joyce was aware of her own level of drunkenness, it didn’t take long for her to realize her friends weren’t sober either. Their hushed chuckles and traipsing were enough to confirm this. 

“Oh my God, Joy, it was so much fun,” Sarah blurted, practically landing on top of her when she joined her on the couch. “I’m so glad to be home. This one wasn’t behaving.” She pointed her thumb behind her toward Greg.

Joyce turned her head to Greg, who was struggling to unzip his jacket. “Tell me, what did you do this time?”

“She’s overreacting,” he mumbled. “I was harmless.”

“Well, I’ve heard that before,” Joyce giggled. She knew her male roommate well. Once the booze entered the man’s system, a women-obsessed trance took over his better judgment. “Well I’m surprised to see you guys home so early,” Joyce handed Sarah the glass of water she had gotten for herself earlier. “I wasn’t expecting you back for another few hours. He must have really gone all out with the ‘innocent gestures’.”

“I’d say,” Sarah pointed behind her to Greg, who, by now, was flailing around and cursing under his breath at his inability to get out of his coat, “old horn dog over there couldn’t keep his mitts off any female that walked by him.”

“So, a typical night out,” Joyce didn’t see how that shocked Sarah, considering Greg’s reputation was well known by most at this point. 

“Not so much,” she refuted, “because what’s not typical was him walking around with a very visible hard-on.”

“No!” Joyce immediately turned to see if he was still pitching a tent. To her disappointment, he was not and was completely unaware that the two were discussing his misconduct. And package.

“Oh yes,” she rested her head on the back of the couch and handed the water back to Joyce, grazing her breasts in the process. Sarah said nothing. “I was ‘asked’ to take him home after some rigid as fuck couple had complained to the bar manager. So embarrassing.”

They both laughed, even though if it was anyone other than Greg, they wouldn’t find it so funny.

Joyce’s right eyebrow rose when she spotted Sarah staring at the tree in a daze. “You good?”

“So good.”

“You should go to bed girl,” Joyce rubbed her friend’s leg, waking her from her sudden passed out state. 

“I should go to bed,” she slurred and tried to stand, but quickly fell back onto the couch. 

“Okay, okay,” Joyce stood and offered her her hands, which she grabbed hold of. Pulling her friend up, she helped lead her to her bed. Once she had her tucked in, she returned to the living area to help Greg. “Okay, enough. Let me do it.”

Greg lifted both hands into the air in surrender and let her. After freeing the wedged material from the zipper, she made quick work of getting it undone and off of him. Standing with his eyes closed, she was now very happy she had made the decision to stay home. Having to wake up early tomorrow, Joyce knew she’d feel like shit. She was already hoping the extra beverage she had earlier wouldn’t come back to haunt her. Feeling like shit, while serving breakfast to a crowd of senior citizens, wasn’t on her bucket list.

“Now go to bed while I clean up out here,” she hung his jacket and as he walked forward, she grabbed her empty glass to bring into the kitchen, not paying attention to his direction. When she returned, she was happy to see that he had listened and was in his room. “Good. He listened, for once.”

She turned off the tv and flicked off the lights. Feeling tired, she made her way to the bathroom to brush her teeth. Still having the holiday spirit coursing through her veins, she gargled away the remaining toothpaste and with a pep in her step, headed to her room. It was dark and warm, and immediately she began to feel sleepy. It was hard not to with how cozy it felt in there. Closing the door behind her, she kept the light off and used her phone to guide her to her bed. Once she reached the mattress’ edge, she was confused to see the comforter all jumbled up. Certain she had made it this morning, as she does every morning.

Keeping her phone’s light aimed at the scene, she moved it further up only to discover a head of sweaty hair on her freshly washed silk pillow. “What the hell, Greg.”

He didn’t respond. 

“Greg,” he showed no sign of awareness. She groaned when she realized he wasn’t going anywhere. “Oh...fuck it.”

She went to the other side of the bed and crawled in. It wasn’t the first time he’d done this and she didn’t have the energy to try harder to wake him. Plus, it wasn’t a big deal. They’d been friends for years and she wasn’t unfamiliar with this behavior. Although she would have preferred it if he hadn’t chosen her side of the bed, as that was her favorite pillow.

She moved around until she got comfortable enough to fall asleep. It didn’t take long for her eyes to get heavy. However, not more than two minutes later, her bedroom door slowly cracked open. Letting in the lights from the Christmas tree.

“Joyce?” Sarah’s voice echoed into the darkness.

“What’s wrong?” Joyce spoke over Greg’s lifeless, snoring body.

“I’m super dizzy,” she entered the room, leaving the door open behind her.

“Okay,” Joyce didn’t know what she wanted from her. Sarah fumbled toward the bed and clumsily felt up and down Greg’s body before moving her way over to the other side of the bed. 

“Why is he in here?” she whispered when close enough, her words melding together. “Move over.”

“What?” Joyce scolded quietly. “There’s no room. I’m failing to understand how my bed is supposed to help with your spins!”

But her words didn’t reach Sarah’s ears, apparently, as she flung back the sheets and crawled in next to her.

“Oh my God guys, really?” Joyce knew neither of them would answer her. 

Now, being surrounded by two different variations of erratic breathing, Joyce laid on her back, her personal space critically imposed upon, with her eyes wide open. Regretting her decision to move in with two over-grown children, her eyes once again began to cooperate and lower. Sleep would be her only savior at this point. She contemplated moving to one of their rooms, but she hated their mattresses. Joyce had very particular tastes in comfort, after all.

With all of them snoozing pretty heavily, Greg, while deep in la la land, rolled over and covered half of Joyce’s body with his left leg. This, of course, ended her trip to slumberland. She groaned and tried to free herself from the weight of him but was too restricted with Sarah attached to her like a magnet.

“Seriously!” she said out loud and immediately regretted it. On her thigh, she felt a very obvious erection beginning to form. “Okay, nope.”

She tried one more time to break free, but lacked the will and gave up fairly quickly considering the more she moved, the more it seemed to affect him. A fact that currently, she wasn’t sure she minded. Being almost two years since she’d been with a man, the feel of his firmness against her suddenly began to give her tingles in places she had almost forgotten about. As if it had a will of its own, most likely due to her being buzzed, her leg started to move a little against it. Feeling the hardness against her bare leg was rather exciting, and the fact he was passed out offered an unique opportunity. Not intending to go any further than what she was doing, those plans quickly went out the window when his body began to respond to her movements. 

Her eyes popped open when he began to hump her in his sleep. At first it was gentle, subtle, but within no time at all, it progressed to a more pressured and incessant grind. Her clit twitched and she reached down to touch herself to relieve some of the need that had started to grow between her legs. When her fingers grazed the top of her underwear, Sarah’s arm reached across Joyce and placed her hand directly on her breast. Joyce froze, her lips parted. Having never had a girl touch her, and knowing she too was asleep, she decided to go with it. Holding firm the intention of pretending tomorrow that it was all a dream. 

She began massaging her growing nerve and between the motions of Greg and her own arm, she knew it wouldn’t be long before she came. When she felt Sarah’s hand tighten, Joyce was shocked at how it made her feel. A surge of electricity fired through her. Greg continued to press himself into her and the build-up was becoming too much for her. An idea came into her and she acted immediately on it, not having the will power to decide otherwise. She carefully tilted her body toward Greg, trying to position his cock between her legs. Sarah moved her hand from the left tit over to the right as it was now closer to her and continued to massage her nipple. The dual sources of stimulation was next level for her and she couldn’t help but try and get off on his, now manic, cock. It was like being with a teenager, overly eager and inexperienced but yet thrilling none the less. 

Greg fell right into place and continued thrusting himself into her sweet spot. It was as if he now knew where he was, even asleep, and became relentless. Joyce could feel her cheeks heating and her climax approaching as she laid motionless, letting them both use her body as a play toy. Her panties were soaked due to his animalistic  rubbing, causing them to slide side to side with each thrust. She moved her hips slightly in order to lessen the tease building for a minute, otherwise she would erupt within seconds. But that plan would soon go out the window the moment she felt a different sensation against her skin. A feeling she knew well, despite it being years since she had last experienced it. The bare tip of his penis had escaped the hole in his boxers and grazed along her exposed lips each time the material shifted.

It became very clear and very obvious that if she kept going, at this rate, they’d soon be fucking. Unsure if that was something she was truly prepared to go through with, she tried to move in such a way that prevented him from entering her. But the feel of his shaft running itself up and down the lips of her pussy felt way too good for her to keep him out much longer. Her body began to tremble with need. Having Sarah’s hands running up and down Joyce’s stomach and over her breasts resulted in little fight to give, as the head of his cock was now adamantly struggling against her entrance. 

She wanted to scream out in ecstasy but didn’t want to wake them. She absolutely didn’t want to wake them. Something about the sleeping attack had her more aroused than she had ever been. It was wrong, which made it that much more enjoyable. Sarah began moving her hips against Joyce’s ass as Greg continued his unconscious efforts to enter her. The pleasure was indescribable and incredible. The three of them swayed together, humping and growing with explosive need. Knowing how badly he wanted to penetrate her made her even more wet and excited for what was to come. 

Sarah grabbed hold of Joyce’s hip bone and began rubbing her clit quicker against her as she subconsciously built herself into an erotic frenzy. Joyce could tell her friend was close, as was she, making her no longer able to resist being taken by him at this point. She tilted her pelvis to allow his eagerly searching dick to slide into her with a few effort-filled pumps. The size of him, as it slowly made its way deeper and deeper inside of her practically made her eyes pop out. Trying not to lose it right then and there, she was pleasantly surprised by his aim and almost exploded when he hit her g-spot on the first full thrust. Gearing herself for what he was about to deliver, she didn’t anticipate what happened next. Reaching around her and gripped onto Sarah’s back, he slammed himself into Joyce with the force of someone in dire need to fuck. The entire bed shook, causing Sarah to reach her orgasm and moan into Joyce’s neck. It was becoming more difficult to hold off her own release. As Greg continued his pounding, squeezing his thickness into her, and the sensation of his warm, tight flesh moving in and out reminded her of the fact that she needed to get out more. Having waited this long for something this good was just dumb.

When Sarah’s vibrations began to fade against Joyce’s backside, the nerves under her skin began to spark and pop. Greg pressed himself hard against her, causing her to almost stop breathing due to the close pressure he had on her pulsing button. The way the entire scenario was playing out turned her on more than she’d ever imagine anything like this would, breathing was no longer a concern. She wrapped her arms around his body and allowed for a deeper pounding. The muscles in his ass clenched as he pushed himself further into her, slowing his thrusts before he erupted. Her tight walls welcomed his cock. Joyce was ready. Since he had slowed some, she took it upon herself to continue moving herself up and down him. Squeezing her muscles to coax the climax out of him and to offer more friction, he began to tremble and once again forcefully hammered into her. Sarah was now passed out cold behind them.

The aggressive force of him resulted in their bodies to roll back, leaving him on top of her. She wrapped her legs around his waist and they gyrated like rabbits until the tension was too much to handle. He grunted into her neck as his dick swelled and poured into her. He pumped out his release while squeezing both of her ass cheeks and mumbling words she couldn’t comprehend. Her mouth flung open as every single nerve between her legs spiraled out of control around the throbbing of his cock. Her clit grew with each pulse of pleasure it delivered. Their orgasms consumed them, until every last drop had been milked from their shaking bodies. 

Panting, he collapsed on top of her as she attempted to catch her breath. Realizing he was still very much asleep, she used her might to roll him off of her. His dick slowly slid out as he fell onto his back. Lying awake, with, once again, two snoring roommates on either side of her, she smiled. Knowing neither of them would remember set her soul at ease and she no longer cared her space was limited. It was the most fun she’d had in a long time. In fact, she already planned on making sure it happened more often. Basking in the glory of the aftermath, her heart rate began to steady.

“Now that’s what I call a Christmas story,” she drifted off to sleep. 

THE END

About the Author:

Marilynn Harper is a mother of three and spends most of her time either writing or being a wellness and mindset coach for women. Growing up an avid reader, she has been continuously passionate about making her writings a visual and unique ride. Bringing heat to the reader’s imagination, Marilynn dives head first into creating scenarios that will ignite even the most neglected flames while grabbing the readers attention within the first few lines. Check out her books!!