What Happened at the Reunion Was a Three-Way Affair

It was Monday at noon, and I was leaving the university when a notification sounded on my phone. I’d been added to a messaging group. “REUNION,” it said the name, and when I opened it I recognized almost no one in the member list. Five years are enough for surnames to be erased from memory.

Then the first message came in, from the admin.

—Hi everyone, I’m Carla, from high school. It’s been five years since we graduated and said goodbye with a party. I’m organizing another one so we can get together, have a few drinks, and catch up. It’ll be this Friday at my place.

As soon as I read her name, everything else made sense. Carla had been the one who organized everything, always with some idea up her sleeve. I remembered the farewell party she mentioned, and above all I remembered the game she herself proposed that night: spin the bottle.

I stared at the screen, not sure whether to confirm. That kind of commitment always felt like a pain in the ass, and I hadn’t kept in touch with anyone from that class. It would almost be like going to a party full of strangers. But then I thought about how good we had it back then, about those three years’ worth of stories, and I started to come around.

The confirmations started rolling in one after another. Gonzalo, who signed up for anything that smelled like a wild night. Iván, who had always been cool with me. Patricia, the classic insufferable overachiever who got straight A’s and tattled to the teachers. A couple of people said they were out of town and left the group.

I kept waiting. I was waiting for one specific name.

And then it appeared. “Renata: I’ll be there.”

I felt a stab in my stomach and another, lower down, in my cock.

Renata was the one I’d liked the most in those years. Happy, smiling, slim, with a body that even back then turned heads: small but firm tits that showed through any T-shirt, and a round ass that it was impossible not to keep watching when she walked down the hall. At the bottle game I was lucky enough to kiss her once, and I was left with a huge craving for something more that never came. For a long time I fantasized about that night getting out of hand, about the kisses escalating into something else: my hand under her skirt, her opening my zipper, my cock sliding into her mouth in some bathroom with the door jammed shut. I’m not going to lie: I jerked off more than once imagining exactly that, always ending with the same scene, my load landing on her face while she looked up at me from the floor.

I confirmed at once, not caring anymore if I seemed eager.

***

During the week, the preparations began. Who would bring the ice, who the drinks, who the music. And then Carla dropped the message that left me with my head somewhere else for the rest of the day.

—I’ve already got the bottle ready, huh.

—Hahaha, we could make it a tradition at every get-together —Iván replied.

The jokes kept going for a while. I didn’t know how serious they were being, but just imagining kissing Renata again got me hot. That night I checked the profile photos and ended up with my hand on my cock, stroking slowly while I looked at a photo of Renata at the beach, in a bikini, her tits pushed up by the top and the curve of her hipbone showing. Renata was still gorgeous, maybe even more so. And Carla, to my surprise, had become stunning: the kind of woman who makes anyone turn their head as she walks by, with big tits she hadn’t had in high school and a mouth with full lips that seemed made for sucking cock. I came thinking about both of them at once and wiped myself off on the sheets like a teenager.

Friday came.

***

Carla’s house had a terrace with string lights and low music. I arrived with that tight feeling in my chest you get when you’re about to see someone after too long. There were twelve of us from a class of thirty, and the reunion felt warm right away: hugs, laughter, that lovely awkwardness of recognizing in an adult face the features of the teenager it used to be.

Renata hugged me like five years had never existed. She smelled sweet and laughed with her head tipped back. When she pressed against me, I felt her tits against my chest, soft beneath the thin fabric of her blouse, no bra. Carla was handing out beers barefoot, wearing a short dress that clung to her hips and outlined her ass every time she bent over, and she held my gaze a second too long when she gave me mine.

—You remembered me, right? —she said, half joking.

—Everyone remembers you —I replied, and she smiled as if she were keeping a secret.

The alcohol started loosening tongues. High school anecdotes bounced from one table to another amid bursts of laughter: the chemistry teacher whose chalk we used to hide, the time Gonzalo fell off the stage at the graduation ceremony, the rumor about who had gone out with whom. Renata was sitting next to me and, every so often, her knee brushed mine without either of us moving away. It was the same touch as years ago, the one from under the table that I had never dared to take. This time, after the third beer, I laid my hand on her thigh and she covered it with hers, squeezing my fingers without stopping laughing at something Iván was saying.

Carla, meanwhile, made no attempt to hide it. She sat across from me with one leg tucked up on the chair, giving me a glimpse of the edge of black panties, and she asked me questions while looking straight into my eyes, listening to my answers as if they really mattered. At some point I stopped knowing which one of them I was paying more attention to, and I understood the night was tilting toward a place I no longer wanted to turn back from. I was getting hard under my pants and had to cross my leg to hide it.

And around midnight, when only a few of us were left on the terrace, Carla stood up, went inside, and came back holding an empty glass bottle.

—As promised —she announced.

Gonzalo clapped. Patricia rolled her eyes and said she was leaving already. By then only four or five of us were left, and little by little even those people said goodbye with yawns and requests for taxis. When I finally looked around, there were just three of us left on the terrace: Carla, Renata, and me.

—Well —said Carla, setting the bottle down on the living room floor, on the rug—. Three is an odd number, but something can be done.

Renata laughed nervously and sat on the floor with her legs crossed. Her skirt rode up and I saw the inside of her thighs, white and soft. I sat facing her. Carla closed the terrace door, turned the music down a little more, and sat beside us, forming a triangle around the bottle.

***

The first time, Renata spun. The bottle turned and stopped pointing at me. There was a brief silence, one of those you can feel on your skin. I leaned in and kissed her, slowly at first, reclaiming something that had been left half-finished years ago. She responded with a hand on the back of my neck, opened her mouth, and slipped her tongue in without shame, searching for mine. The kiss went on longer than any game allows. I tasted beer and mint on her, and I noticed her breathing speeding up against mine. I grabbed her waist and she pressed closer, until one of her tits was flattened against my arm.

—That wasn’t a bottle kiss —Carla commented, amused, her eyes fixed on us. I saw her settle onto the rug, opening her legs a little, one hand resting high on her thigh.

—I had unfinished business —I said, and Renata bit her lip, face flushed and eyes bright.

Carla spun. The bottle pointed almost at herself and rolled until it aimed at Renata. The two of them looked at each other. There was a moment of hesitation, a weak little laugh, and then Carla leaned in and kissed her. It wasn’t a peck. It was slow, curious, with Carla’s hand sliding over Renata’s bare knee and then up under her skirt halfway up her thigh. Renata made a soft little sound against Carla’s mouth and held her by the nape, letting herself go. I went breathless watching them, my cock completely hard and pressing against my pants. I saw their tongues crossing, Carla biting Renata’s lower lip before letting her go, and I felt a drop escape into my briefs.

This was exactly what I had imagined so many nights, and it was happening for real.

When they separated, Renata looked for me with her eyes, as if asking permission or maybe offering me something. Carla noticed the exchange and smiled.

—I think the bottle has done its part —she said, nudging it aside gently.

The game fell apart on its own. Renata crawled over to me and kissed me again while Carla came up from the side and ran her fingers along my neck, the back of my neck, down to my chest, unbuttoning my shirt one by one. I had one on each side and my heart was pounding like I was seventeen again. Renata slid her hand over my pants and, noticing how hard I was, gave a short laugh near my ear.

—You’re about to burst —she whispered.

—I’ve been like this for five years because of you —I replied, and she bit my neck.

Renata finished taking off my shirt in a hurry and went after my belt while kissing me. Carla, calmer, pulled her dress over her head in one motion and ended up in black underwear, with not a trace of embarrassment. She had big, firm tits, squeezed into her bra, and a flat belly with her panties sitting very low. She took both hands behind her back, unclasped her bra, and let it drop onto the rug. Her nipples were hard. Renata took longer, letting me unbutton her pants, laughing against my mouth every time my fingers trembled. When I pulled her clothes down I saw she was wearing a white thong, and the fabric in the middle already had a dark wet patch.

I took them both to the big sofa in the living room. There was no real rush, but there was another kind of urgency, the urgency of three people who knew that night wasn’t going to happen again and wanted to wring it dry. I finished stripping Renata’s blouse and her tits were out, small and perfect, with pink nipples that stood up as soon as I ran my tongue over them. A short moan slipped out of her when I sucked one and then the other, biting them carefully. Meanwhile Carla had fully unbuttoned my pants and pulled down my briefs just enough to get my cock out. She grabbed it with a cool hand and stroked it slowly, looking me in the eyes.

—It’s good, huh? —she said to Renata, never stopping her hand.

Renata left my tits and bent down to look. She laughed, licked her fingers, and grabbed Carla’s tip, helping her. The two of them were fondling me, passing my cock from one hand to the other like it was a toy. Then Renata leaned down and took me into her mouth without warning, halfway at first, sucking me slowly while Carla stroked her hair and watched my face so she wouldn’t miss my reaction. I grabbed Renata’s head and helped set the pace, feeling how her hot mouth moved up and down my whole cock. When she looked up with my dick between her lips, everything around me went blurry.

—Let me try —Carla said, and Renata moved aside.

Carla swallowed my cock in one go, all the way down, and I felt her throat tightening around my tip. She sucked with her cheeks hollowed out, making dirty noises, and every now and then she pulled back to lick me from the balls to the head. Renata watched, fascinated, then came closer and the two of them started sucking me together, one on each side, kissing now and then with the tip of my cock in between them, passing it back and forth like candy. A rough moan escaped me and I had to clench my teeth not to come right then and there.

—Easy —murmured Carla against my ear, climbing up to kiss my mouth—. There are three of us, we’ve got time.

And we did. I got down off the sofa and laid them both down, side by side. I opened Renata’s legs first and ripped her thong off with my teeth until her pussy was bare, shaved, glistening with how wet she was. I ran my tongue all the way across her from bottom to top, flat and slow, and she arched her back. I licked her clit while I slid two fingers inside her, feeling her clamp down around them. Renata grabbed my hair and panted, and Carla, beside her, had started sucking her nipples and had pulled her black panties down to her knees. I lifted my head for a second, my mouth shining with Renata’s juices, and saw that Carla was sliding her hand between her legs, touching herself slowly while watching me.

—Come here —I told her, taking her wrist.

I pulled her up to my face while I kept eating Renata with two fingers. Carla sat down on my mouth facing me and I started eating her out. She had a plump pussy, with full lips, and it tasted different from Renata’s, stronger. I pulled her onto me and ran my tongue all over her, slipped it inside her, squeezed her clit with my lips until she started moving on my face on her own. Renata, meanwhile, had gotten up and was kissing Carla on the mouth, holding her tits from behind. I could hear them moaning into each other’s mouths and I kept eating and sucking without stopping, my hard cock hitting my belly.

When I couldn’t take it anymore, I grabbed Renata by the waist and threw her onto her back on the rug. I yanked her legs apart and drove my cock into her in one thrust. Her whole body arched and she let out a long moan that raised goosebumps on my skin. I started fucking her hard, squeezing her tits, and she dug her nails into my back every time I buried myself in her completely. Carla got onto all fours beside us and kissed my shoulder while watching me fuck her. I grabbed one of her tits and squeezed it without stopping my motion inside Renata.

—Switch —Carla panted in my ear, smiling.

I came out of Renata with my cock shining, put her on all fours, and made room for Carla. Carla lay back on the rug beneath Renata, with her face right under the other girl’s pussy, and started eating her from below while I penetrated Renata from behind. Every time I drove my cock all the way in, Renata’s cunt was inches from Carla’s mouth, and Carla never missed a chance to lick her clit, to lick my balls, to run her tongue all the way up her slit. It was so filthy, so rough, that Renata’s face went slack and she started coming, shouting at me not to stop, to shove it in all the way. I felt her clamping down around my cock in spasms, soaking me all the way to the balls, while Carla kept sucking her clit without mercy, dragging out her orgasm until Renata collapsed face-first onto Carla’s chest, trembling.

I pulled out and sat down on the sofa. Carla stood up, ran her tongue over her glossy lips, and climbed onto me. She took my cock in one hand, put the tip at her cunt, and dropped all the way down in one motion, moaning with her mouth open. She started riding me slowly, setting the rhythm with her hips, grabbing my shoulders. I sucked her tits as she went up and down, and I could feel her tightening around my cock more and more each time. Renata recovered from the floor and got behind Carla, kissing her neck, playing with her nipples, helping her bounce on my cock. Then she slid her fingers between her legs and started rubbing her clit while I buried it from below.

—I’m gonna come —Carla panted— don’t stop, I’m gonna come.

And she came on my cock, with Renata pressed against her back touching her, crying out softly, sending spasms through my shaft. I held on by a thread and pulled out before I finished, breathing hard.

After that we changed positions without words, guided by hands and glances. Carla reclined on her back on the rug and Renata kissed her for a long time, while I watched them for a second before joining in, dividing myself between the two as if I didn’t want to miss a single thing. Renata got on all fours over Carla, in a sixty-nine, and they started eating each other out. I got behind Renata again and fucked her once more, looking down as Carla sucked her clit while my cock went in and out. There was something hypnotic about seeing them together, about feeling like I was both spectator and part of the same thing. Every time one of them laughed softly, the other shut her up with a kiss or a lick.

At one point the three of us were breathing in sync, and it no longer mattered who was doing what. Only the heat, the sweat on our skin, and the short moans mixing with the background music. When I felt I couldn’t take it anymore, I pulled out of Renata and warned them, half out of breath, that I was about to come. The two of them dropped to their knees in front of me, pressed cheek to cheek, and opened their mouths at the same time, sticking out their tongues as if they had rehearsed it. I grabbed my cock with both hands and jerked it fast, watching them, until I shot thick ropes. It landed on their tongues, on their cheeks, on Carla’s tits, in Renata’s hair. They laughed with their mouths open, not moving away, and then kissed to pass my semen from one tongue to the other. It was the filthiest thing I had ever seen in my life.

Renata collapsed against my chest and Carla stayed to one side, with one leg still draped over mine, the three of us staring at the ceiling without saying anything.

***

We stayed like that for a while, silent, catching our breath. Carla was the first to laugh, quietly, and the other two of us were soon laughing too. Renata kissed my shoulder and whispered that it had been better than anything she had imagined in high school. I thought that not even in my most persistent fantasies had I gone that far.

—Next reunion? —Carla asked, stretching like a cat.

—I’m in —I said, and they both laughed.

I left in the early hours, my shirt done up wrong and a smile that didn’t fade all weekend. It had taken me five years to see them again, and a kiss I’d left pending had turned into the best night I could remember. Sometimes it’s worth confirming attendance. Especially when someone has the bottle ready.