For those in the back that didn't hear it the first time, don't spew homophobia in the comments: nobody cares, least of all me.
I walked out to my truck but I didn't see anyone in the cab. As I got closer I could see they were all under the quilt I kept behind the seat for impromptu picnics. I also realized they were laying on the blanket I used as a seat cover.
"Hey Levi," Kyla said, "we're all in your bed, waiting for the orgy to start." Then she flung the blanket back revealing that they were all naked.
Derek was in the middle, with Kyla and Marti on either side of him. Derek had a hardon and Marti tried covering her lovely bits as best she could and Kyla lay spread eagle, fingering her hot pocket.
"Y'all are goofy as hell," I said. I got behind the wheel and watched in the rear view as Marti and Derek struggled with Kyla over control of the blanket. They were all giggling and anyone driving by would be confused as to why there were so many naked butts sticking up out of the bed of my truck.
I fired it up and they settled down, Kyla having relinquished control. Now they were just lumps under a blanket, though I knew Kyla wouldn't be still for long. She would probably go down on Derek or even screw him. Marti would lie there patiently, staying naked to be faithful to Kyla's plans, but just barely.
Kyla knew my trailer community was nudist friendly after midnight, so she refused to allow anyone to put their clothes back on. It wouldn't quite be midnight when we got to my place but my house was far enough off the road that it wouldn't matter.
As soon as I coasted to a stop in front of my garage the blanket was torn off by Kyla. It shocked Marti and Derek. Marti was spooning Derek from behind, very likely only to cover her nakedness in case Kyla did the very thing she did.
"C'mon guys," I said.
Kyla jumped over the side leaving her shirt jumbled up with the blankets. Derek crawled over, not knowing exactly what to do with his erection. He'd been hard for a long time. Finally he grabbed it with one hand. Marti was last and she dragged the quilt with her, looking a bit like a Jedi master. Kyla grabbed it and Marti started to squeal.
"Shhh," I said. "If you're gonna fight, wait till we're inside.”
Kyla let go and walked to the front door with her shoulders back. Derek followed and Marti floated behind them. I fumbled for my keys then opened the door.
Kyla grabbed Derek and sat him down on the couch. Marti peeked at me from under the makeshift cowl.
"Marti," I said, "If you don't want to be here, you shouldn't be here."
She said, barely audibly, "I do wanna be here."
"Just shy?" I asked her.
She nodded. I nodded back. "I get it."
I kicked off my shoes, pulled off my shirt and pants and was, eventually, as naked as everyone else, but for Marti's blanket.
Derek and Kyla stared at my dick. Both of them had had it in their mouths today, but they seemed mesmerized. I wasn't fully hard yet, but it would get there soon.
"Marti first," Kyla said, as if Marti had won a few rounds of rock, paper, scissors.
I furrowed my brow. I asked, "Why Marti first?"
Kyla said, "She wants you to fuck her but she'll chicken out if you don't take her quick." I was pretty sure Marti was blushing violently under the blanket. Kyla reached over and tugged on Derek's ding dong and said, "We'll entertain ourselves right here."
I motioned to Marti to move down the hallway towards the chamber of love. I noticed she refused to look down at my winky. She was really shy.
Marti stayed under the blanket until she was all the way into my bedroom. She didn't turn the light on, so I suspected that was how she wanted it and left it off.
Marti turned to face me and I put my arms around her. It was a little awkward because her arms were crossed holding the blanket in place, but I managed to push the cowl off her face and kiss her. She really did look like a brunette Joni Mitchell.
She wriggled to indicate she wanted me to free her arms. I released her and she shrugged off the blanket in the dark. I couldn't really see anything due to the blackout curtains.
She put her hands gently on my cheeks and guided my mouth to hers and we kissed softly for a few minutes. She was really into it. I put my arms around her hips. Normally I would have grabbed a girl’s butt cheeks and massaged them, but that didn't seem right for Marti.
She wrapped her arms around my neck and moaned softly. It was strange to think we were already naked, because this was such a lovely way to kiss. I would have been happy to continue this way for the entire time she was here.
I heard the TV come on in the living room. I thought Kyla would have talked Derek into screwing her, but maybe she couldn't divert him from his purpose.
After what must've been five minutes Marti broke the kiss and stared into my eyes. My eyes had adjusted so that I could see her enough to know that. I put my mouth back on hers, but she pulled away. I tried again but she pulled away again. She just kept looking me in the eyes.
Marti croaked out the words, "would you make love to me?"
Without answering I lay her down on my bed. I tried to kiss her again, but she pulled away. I fingered her cooch and she seemed to like that. I tried to go down on her but she pulled me back up. It seemed like she wanted a sweet little wham bam.
I reached over to my night stand and opened the drawer. I fumbled around for the box of condoms. Only one left. I opened it and rolled it onto my swollen member.
I lay next to her and, when I tried to kiss her, she let me. We kissed for a half a minute and she pulled away. I was starting to understand that this meant, 'let's get on with it.' I think Kyla was right: she might be afraid of chickening out.
I put a finger in her split and rubbed. She was wet, so there was nothing left to do, but do it. I rolled on top of her and put myself at her entrance and pushed just a little.
I have a big dick head, so sometimes it was a struggle getting it inside a virgin, but I was in a few inches before I realized I wasn't pushing against a hymen.
"Are you a virgin?" I whispered.
"No," she croaked.
"Well," I said, "I thought, I mean, that was kind of my reputation, the devirginizer."
"I know," she said.
"Then why are you here tonight," I asked.
"To make love to you," she said.
"Oh," I said, and I sank my rod into her, till I hit bottom. She groaned deep in her throat.
I set a slow rhythm. She was tight and though she was very wet I didn't want to take a chance of hurting her. She was hugging me tightly against her as I thrust. She wrapped her legs around my waist.
I'd heard of the beast with two backs before but didn't understand it until this moment. We were like one creature, moving towards that distant horizon.
Much too quickly I felt myself starting to climax. Too soon! I tried to stop but Marti bumped her hips back and forth, seeming to want it to come right then.
I tried to stop but she wouldn't. She pushed me onto my back and bounced on me until I was cumming my brains out. That was when she cut loose and sang a low note, riding my wave as if it were hers.
When I was finished, Marti melted, my manhood still inside her. She lay her cheek on my chest. I was tempted to ask if it was good for her, but she seemed to be sated.
Women are different than men. I was sure she didn't climax but I was also sure she was satisfied. I hoped she wasn't faking . . . well, being satisfied. I've had girls fake orgasms thinking that was what guys wanted, but never have I had a girl seem so complete.
After a few minutes of cuddling Marti popped up, bent down to grab the blanket and dashed for the bathroom.
I thought it was silly because I had used a condom and there wouldn't be anything for her to clean up. Then I saw Kyla streak down the hall holding her tits to her chest and rapidly knock on the door and push her way in.
Girl radar.
I put my hands behind my head and laced my fingers together. I immediately drifted off.