Date: Mon, 18 Jan 2016 14:47:27 +0000
From: MultyAmory <multyamory@gmail.com>
Subject: When Derek Met Sophie - part 2

"Ow! What the hell was that for?" Derek rubbed his arm where Very had
punched him. He was hiding in his favorite café, but somehow Veronica, a
red-headed bombshell and a friend of his and Ian's found him. He'd been
sitting in his favorite chair trying to read, when violence happened.

"You utter, completely selfish clod," Very hissed at him.

Derek slithered out of the chair and put it between him and the very angry
woman glaring at him.

"I may be, but that hardly gives you the right to come in here swinging."
Derek didn't like how pathetic he sounded, so he stood up straighter and
glared back at Very.

"I can't believe you haven't even met Sophie yet, you little worm. Don't
you know how nervous she is? She likes Ian, a lot, and she knows how much
he cares about you; you can't even be bothered to say how do you do? What
do you think, you'll just march into their bedroom and say let's fuck? Do
you think she's going to roll over and take that?"

Derek could see how mad Very was, and he knew how volatile she could be,
but she was pissing him off too. He tried not to think about the image
she'd just painted for him, but the fact that he could indeed imagine
fucking Sophie with Ian made him even angrier. He'd been avoiding those
mental images all week, ever since he'd seen her in Ian's living-room.

"She's got you championing her now, has she? Can't she even fight her own
battles? First Ian and now you. She must be amazingly good. And no, I have
no intention of bedding her. If Ian wants her, he can have her, but I have
no interest. She's getting what she wants. She wants Ian and she's got him
under her manipulating little thumb. She'll not get me. She may not like
it, but Ian was mine first and I'm not going anywhere. So you and she can
just take your poor little Sophie act somewhere else because I'm not buying
it."

"God! You are such an ignoramus! Can't you see anything beyond your big,
fat, selfish nose, you idiot? If you'd bothered to pull your head out of
your ass for five minutes you'll see what a great girl she is, what a
sweetheart. And Ian genuinely likes her. If you won't at least give this,
them, you, an honest chance, I will make your life hell. Do you understand?
Do you?"

Derek was shaken by Very's words, though he tried not to show it; "All
right, Very, all right. I'll try to be nice to little Sophie. There, see?
Feel better?"

Very smiled tremulously. "Yes, yes I do, because I know you'll never break
your word, Derek." Standing at the café's door she called back over her
shoulder as she went. "And stop hiding in here, you coward. You're
pathetic."

"Shrew!" he called after her lightheartedly.

She laughed, closing the door behind her.

Very's words meant a lot to Derek, but he still resented her—resented every
moment she spent with Ian, every future moment, every touch of his hand on
her, the children they'd have, the love they would share. Jealousy was an
ugly thing, and he was too full of it to let it all go at once, maybe too
full to let it all go ever. But for Ian he'd try. Derek didn't need to love
her, he didn't even need to be her lover, he just needed to find a way to
live with her and not kill her.

****

The first time Ian and Derek shared a woman was similar to their
friendship, somehow it just happened, without a plan or discussion. Derek
showed up at Ian's dorm-room one night with a rather pretty Spanish
exchange student who couldn't understand a word of English.

When Ian opened the door Derek and the Spanish girl burst in, kissing,
grabbing at each other; her blouse was loose, and Ian could see her large
breasts through her neckline. Derek and the girl crashed on Ian's bed

"Now what?" Ian asked, but he knew, and he wanted it. He wanted to share a
woman with Derek. It seemed a natural progression of their friendship
somehow.

"Now we fuck." Derek's matter-of-fact statement made Ian laugh.

"Well, that sounds good, but how?"

As his eyes adjusted to the dark Ian could see Derek's perplexed look.
"What do you mean how?" The girl was hanging on Derek's shoulder, caressing
his chest through his open jacket. "We could take turns, I suppose. Or she
could suck one of us and fuck the other."

Ian thought about it. Yes, both of those were options. But if they were
going to do it, they might as well do it right. "I want to fuck her
together, at the same time."

Derek's eyes widened at Ian's suggestion. "Can she do that?" His voice had
a little boy quality to it, as if he'd just found out girls were good for
something after all. Ian found himself smiling widely in anticipation of
Derek's reaction to what he was going to say next.

"From what I've heard," Ian told him, rubbing his chin thoughtfully as he
circled the girl and assessed her attributes and willingness, "one of us
fucks her cunt and one of us fucks her ass."

"Christ Jesus," Derek whispered in awe, "that's bloody ingenious. Who
thought of that?"

Ian burst out laughing. "I've no idea, Derek, but it sounds pretty damn
good to me too." The girl had figured out what was going on, and she was
standing there sizing the two of them up. She held up two fingers and
pointed at both of them. Ian nodded and she smiled broadly, licking her
lips. She then proceeded to take off the rest of her clothes.

"Well, it looks as if she knows what she's doing," Derek said cautiously.
"I say let's give her a go."

Ian looked at Derek and he shrugged as if to say why not, and then he began
to undress as well. Ian loved seeing Derek nude. He was so big, tall and
rawboned, with a thick pelt of hair on his chest.

"How the hell do you get all the young, pretty ones, Derek?" he asked
conversationally as he watched her get comfortable on his bed.

Derek sat next to her and kissed her on her shoulder while he pried off his
shoes.

"I'm young, clean, good-looking and I've the balls to as them. Why wouldn't
they?" The girl responded to Derek's attention with a smile and she came up
to her knees to caress his muscular shoulders and back. She slid behind him
and rubbed her large breasts against his back and Derek closed his eyes and
smiled. "Is there anything better than the feel of a woman's naked breasts
against you?"

Ian had his own shoes off and was taking his pants off, careful not to be
too rough as he was pushing them over his erection. The thought of what
they were going to do had him hard and aching. "Probably, but I haven't
found it yet," he agreed.

Ian stood to admire Derek, nude; He was absolutely beautiful. He was
sculpted of thick muscles from his shoulders to his legs, his torso and
hips lean, his buttocks firm. His cock was as hard as Ian's, although Ian
had to admit not as big as his. Ian had never really compared his penis to
another man's. If Derek's was any indication then he supposed he was rather
large. His hand actually itched to bury itself in the thick bush of hair
surrounding Derek's cock.

Ian moved to the bed where the pretty girl was sitting waiting patiently
and he sat next to her. "What's your name, sweetheart?" he asked, and she
frowned at him, not understanding.

"She's pretty and sweet, but she doesn't speak English," Derek said.

 "Name?" he said slowly. "Nom?" He placed his hand on his own chest. "Ian.
Ian." He pointed at her. "Name?"

"Ah, *si*," she said, smiling. She placed her hand on her chest, imitating
Ian.

"Dolores." She said it slowly, pronouncing each syllable as he had said his
name. "Ee-an," she repeated with a hand on his chest. She turned to Derek
expectantly.

"Derek," he told her with that wolfish grin of his, and Ian's heart rate
sped up. He quickly looked back at Dolores.

"Der-reek," she said slowly and smiled triumphantly, making both men laugh.

"Yes," Derek said, smiling. "Now, kiss." And he leaned in to kiss her mouth.

The girl went willingly into his arms. Derek caressed her cheek with his
hand and used his thumb to open her mouth. He kissed her harder, his tongue
going deep in her mouth. After a shocked moment, her arms wrapped around
his neck and she moaned. Ian ran a hand down her long, smooth back, across
her full buttocks and down to the rich delta between her thighs. Her heat
and wetness convinced Ian of her willingness. His touch there caused her to
tremble and moan again as she pulled away from Derek's kiss. The look she
gave them was a little panicked.

Derek caressed her cheek again and gave her a tender smile. She tentatively
smiled back, and then gasped as Ian's finger entered her, going slow and
deep. She was smooth and hot and wet, like wrapping damp silk around his
finger. Her hips jerked as he swirled his finger, looking for her sweet
spot. He knew he found it when she shuddered and bit her lip. Ian moved to
his knees behind her to reach her better.

"*Madre de Dios*," she moaned as he pressed against her silken inner wall.

Ian grinned against her hair behind her. "Oh yes, sweetheart, that's right,
tell me how good it feels," he whispered, knowing she couldn't understand
the words but hoping he was conveying his meaning with touch and tone.

"I love to kiss," Derek whispered, pressing light kisses on Dolores' face
and jaw. "I love to kiss a woman's mouth, her body, that sweet, juicy spot
between her legs."

Ian chuckled, slowly moving his finger in and out of the girl pressed
between them.

"Well, she certainly has a juicy cunt." He placed delicate nibbles along
her shoulder.

Ian pulled up from Dolores' shoulder and was inches away from the two
mouths dancing in the intricate moves of a heated kiss. He avidly watched
Derek's tongue delve into Dolores' mouth, watched her surrender to the wet,
tender invasion, her eyes fluttering shut. Yes, Derek loved to kiss. It was
in each touch of his lips, each thrust of his tongue, each little nibble on
the corners of her mouth. Ian's own mouth watered at the sight and sounds
of the kiss. He was overcome with desire, laying his forehead on Dolores'
shoulder, moving his finger more forcefully inside her until she gasped and
shuddered uncontrollably.

"Christ, Ian, what are you doing to her?" Derek asked in wonder as he
watched Dolores' uninhibited pleasure.

"I've found her g-spot," Ian whispered, in enough control now to look up at
Derek.

"Her what?" Derek's perplexity was obvious.

Ian's grin flashed in the darkness of the tent. "This is all so I could
teach you how to fuck a woman, isn't it?"

"I know how to fuck a woman." Derek sounded offended. Then his grin
flashed. "I just don't know how to fuck one as well as you."

Ian's laughter burst out of him. Derek always made him laugh with his
brutal honesty, sometimes at his most awful or awkward moments. It was one
of the reasons he liked him so much.

Ian shook his head and then explained. "Every woman has a sweet spot inside
her channel, one place that if you touch it they go wild. For some it's
near their entrance, for others it's deeper, maybe even so deep the only
way you can touch it is with your cock. But they'll come like a wildcat if
you find it."

"Now that is the sort of thing every young boy should learn," Derek said
seriously, making Ian laugh again. "They need to teach that in school."

Ian snorted. "I'm pretty sure most of my teachers didn't know about it,
either."

At that moment Dolores grabbed Derek's shoulders tightly, thrusting down on
Ian's fingers harder in an age-old rhythm. He moved one finger forward and
rubbed the hard nub of her desire, at first gentle but then increasing the
pressure until she gave a breathy little moan that quickly escalated into a
soft cry as she threw her head back.

Ian could feel her vaginal walls pulsing around his finger, and he thrust
in another.

Dolores cried out loudly and pressed hard against him.

"Christ, her nails are leaving permanent marks in my shoulder," Derek
laughed.

"I'm definitely going to practice finding that spot on sweet Dolores." Ian
leaned over and spread kisses along her nape as she collapsed into Derek's
arms.

Ian felt the girl trembling and he leaned over her shoulder for a kiss.

"Damn, we're good."

Ian laughed. "We? I believe I did most of the work."

Derek licked along Dolores' lips. "My kisses helped tremendously." When she
opened to receive him, Derek devoured her mouth.

"Yes, I believe they did," Ian agreed in a whisper.

He pulled his fingers out of Dolores, leaving her wet and swollen, and she
moaned.

His fingers were soaking with her juices and he glided slowly back to her
ass and the tight entrance there. He eased one wet finger in to the first
knuckle and Dolores broke from Derek's kiss to cry out in surprise.

"What the hell are you doing now?" Derek asked in exasperation. "I can't
see a damn thing in here. Next time we're doing this during the day."

"Would you stop making me laugh?" Ian complained with a chuckle. "This is
supposed to be a thoroughly erotic experience, not half-penny theater."

It was Derek's turn to laugh. "Yes, oh great professor of fucking. Now tell
me what you're doing."

Ian pulled his finger back and then inserted it a little deeper, gently
fucking it in and out. Dolores gave a deep moan and clutched at Derek. "I'm
getting her ass ready to fuck."

"Goddamn, I like doing this with you." Derek's voice was deep with desire
and rumbled along Ian's nerves, making him shiver.

"Good. Does she?" Ian was being as careful as he could be with her. At this
point everything he did was instinctual or theoretical. He'd never fucked a
woman in the ass before. The more he played with Dolores' ass, however, the
better the idea sounded.

"She's so fucking tight and hot here. Jesus, I'm not sure I can wait."

Dolores' head fell back on Ian's shoulder, her movement pulling Derek
forward a little bit so the two were bent over on Ian. Derek looked up at
him with an irreverent grin. "Oh, I think she likes it." Derek sobered at
the look on Ian's face. "Ian?" he asked, desire throbbing in his voice.

Ian burned for Derek, the sight of him lying against Ian's chest looking up
at him with desire written in each line of his face made Ian ache for him.
"Kiss her, Derek. Kiss her breasts. I want to watch you."

Derek's eyes stayed on Ian as long as he could hold his gaze as he lowered
his head to her breasts. He finally looked away as he turned to kiss first
one then the other.

"Lick them," Ian quietly ordered him.

Derek circled Dolores' nipples with the tip of his tongue and then placed
openmouthed kisses on the sides of the firm mounds. She grabbed his head
and moved him to the nipple on one breast. He licked it with the flat of
his tongue and Dolores squirmed with a little cry.

"Suck them." Ian's voice was rough.

Derek opened his mouth and took in Dolores' nipple and sucked hard. She
nearly came off the bed. While he'd been kissing her breasts, Ian had been
slowly working his finger deeper into her ass. As Derek sucked hard, Ian
pressed his finger in all the way and Dolores cried out, spreading her legs
wide and pushing back against Ian's hand.

Ian's breathing was hard and erratic. He had never wanted to fuck so much
in his life. The entire situation was pushing him beyond all the limits
he'd known and obeyed since he became a man. He desired the young, pretty
Dolores. He was going to fuck a woman with another man, share her in the
most intimate way with Derek, whom he desired more than Dolores. The sight,
sound and scent of Derek's passion were driving Ian mad. He was going to
fuck a woman in the ass for the first time. He wanted to remember every
moment of this so that years from now he could look back and think of it
with perfect clarity. The three of them, young, healthy, lusty, exploring
and pleasuring one another in ways that before tonight, before Derek, he
had only thought of vaguely in a fantasy.

"She's so tight, Derek," Ian whispered. "I don't want to hurt her."

Derek broke off from Dolores' breast, licking and soothing with gentle
kisses. He looked up at Ian again, all laughter gone. "Use one or two more
fingers in her, Ian, the same as stretching a woman's cunt. You're too big
to go in before she's ready." He looked back at Dolores and smoothed the
back of his fingers down her cheek. "I think I like her too much to rush
this. I want her, I want this." He closed his eyes and leaned over Dolores'
shoulder so his face was close to Ian's chest and breathed deeply. His
forehead rested on Ian as he kissed Dolores' ear. "Am I making sense
anymore? Christ, I'm hurting for you. Hurry Ian, hurry."

Ian needed no more encouragement. He pressed another finger into Dolores
and slowly scissored them, stretching her. She sobbed and clutched Derek,
kissing his neck, his cheek, blindly seeking his mouth. He gave it to her
and swallowed her cries as Ian worked her ass.

"Now, now," Ian panted, pulling his fingers out. Derek grabbed Dolores'
thighs and lifted her, spreading her ass cheeks in the process. Ian placed
his cock at the tight rosebud there, finding his way by touch. He started
to enter her, but Dolores started shaking her head.

"No, no!" She pushed away from Derek with her arms and pulled away from
Ian's embrace.

Ian fell back on the bed. He wanted it, but he couldn't force her. "All
right, Dolores, all right." He watched in confusion as she turned to
him. "*Mira
me*," she said, but Ian didn't understand. She leaned over him and quickly
took his aching cock in her mouth.

"Oh God," he groaned, his hand burying itself in her hair as she used her
lips and tongue on him. She was licking his hard length, making him wet and
slick.

She pulled back and pointed at his cock. "*Mira aqui*, *si*?" she said. He
shook his head, uncomprehending. She ran a finger down his cock and pulled
it away to show him the wet residue of saliva and Ian suddenly understood.

"You're making it easier," he whispered with a shaky laugh. "*Si*,
Dolores," he said, nodding with a smile. "*Si*." She licked him again and
then turned and rose to her knees, holding on to Derek again, who had
silently watched their exchange.

"Der-reek," she said, smiling, and slid her arms around him as she kissed
the side of his neck. When he didn't respond she pulled away and placed his
hands back on her thighs as they were before. "Der-reek," she tried again,
indicating he was to lift her up as he had done earlier.

"Ian?" he asked.

Ian moved behind her. "She got my cock wet, Derek, so it would go in
easier. Lift her up again."

"Jesus, I think I'm in love," was all Derek said as he grabbed her thighs
and spread her for Ian.

Ian laughed but it was cut short as the thick head of his cock slid into
her tight passage. He clutched Dolores' shoulders too hard and she cried
out. "I'm sorry, it just, God, it feels so good." He let go of her, but
then had nothing to hold on to.

"Hold on to me, Ian," Derek said softly. "Hold on to me."

Ian looked over Dolores' shoulder into Derek's eyes and slowly raised his
hands to Derek's biceps. The feel of the hard, smooth muscles beneath his
hands, the hot, slick skin made Ian's stomach muscles clench. *Yes*, he
thought, *this is perfect now*. *I needed to* *touch Derek when I was doing
this*. *I needed him to be a part of it*. He pushed his cock slowly into
Dolores and the feeling was so exquisite that he closed his eyes and locked
his jaw with the effort not to come.

Holding on to Derek's arms brought the three of them closer together.
Dolores was pressed tight between the two men, and the sound of their
breathing filled the tent like a chorus of passion. When Ian's cock was
buried almost to the balls in Dolores' ass, he stopped.

"Derek," he panted, "now. Enter her now."

"How does it feel?"

Ian opened his eyes and smiled at Derek. "Fucking amazing. You have got to
try this."

Derek lifted one of Dolores' legs high, making her moan. "I plan on it.
Here, hold this." He passed the leg to Ian, who let go of Derek's arm and
held it up. From where he was kneeling in front of Dolores, Derek tried to
enter her but the bed was too small.

With a curse Derek stopped. "Move onto the floor."

Derek carefully climbed off and lay down on the floor. Ian kept his cock
buried in Dolores as he followed, he and Dolores straddling Derek. She
moaned and grabbed Ian's hands where they were wrapped around her stomach.
When they were in place it took Derek only a moment to get his cock into
position.

"Lower her, Ian, put her on my cock." Ian lowered Dolores, and found he had
to bend her forward and lean over her to keep himself inside. As soon as
Derek started to enter her, Ian could feel him, could feel Derek's cock
sliding along his own through the thin wall of Dolores' vagina. Derek
stopped with a moan.

"Do you feel that, Ian, do you feel me?" Derek said, his voice strangled.

"Mmm," Ian mumbled, nodding. He couldn't speak past the lust crashing
through him as he felt Derek's cock jerk inside Dolores. His eyes slammed
to Derek's when the other man's hands came up and covered his on Dolores'
hips.

"More," Derek whispered. "I want more of both of you."

The words made Ian cry out as he pushed Dolores down on Derek. She gave a
short scream, quickly stifled with her hand as her head flew back, her hair
streaming down her back. She thrust down hard and Derek's upper body jerked
off the floor.

"God, yes!" Derek cried out, grinding against her.

"Slow down, slow down," Ian panted, trying not to join them in their
uninhibited fucking. They all froze for a moment, their breaths slashing
through the quiet of the tent.

Derek's head fell back on the floor. "Do something Ian, quick. I can't stay
like this. I—God!" Dolores had moved on Derek, pulling up until he was
almost out of her.

"Ee-an," she moaned. "Ee-an." She tried to push him back awkwardly.

"Yes, *si*, I understand." As she moved back down on Derek, Ian pulled out,
the two cocks sliding past each other inside her, the added layer of
sensation making Ian shiver and Derek moan. Without words, the three began
an intricate dance, one cock in as the other pulled out, fucking Dolores
and each other. Sensations and words murmured in desire all blended until
who was fucking whom became blurred around the edges.

Through Dolores Ian tried to show Derek how he felt, while at the same time
he tried to please Dolores, to give her a sensual experience that perhaps
she had never had before. He wanted to make her cum again and again, he
wanted to feel her contract around him. He wanted to hear her cries. But he
also waited breathlessly for Derek's climax, to feel his cock spill inside
Dolores against Ian's cock, to hear Derek's cries fill the night. He was
wild for it, and his thrusts became harder.

Suddenly Derek rose up to kiss and suckle Dolores' breasts. Ian stopped his
movements, glad of the reprieve. He wanted this fuck to last forever. He
ran his hand through Derek's sweat-slick hair unselfconsciously, and then
down to caress Derek's broad shoulders, also damp with the heat of their
sensual play. Derek arched his back into Ian's touch like a cat and then
slowly pulled away from him and Dolores to lie back on the floor. Without
speaking they began to move inside Dolores again.

Each time the pressure built until Ian thought he would fly apart they
pulled back and began again, over and over. Dolores came, and then came
again until she was limp and liquid in their arms.

"Ian," Derek cried out at last, "I can't wait anymore. Please, God, Ian,"
and then he thrust into Dolores deeply and spilled his hot seed as she
contracted around them one more time. She fell forward on Derek's chest and
the two of them kissed voraciously as they came. The heat and ferocity of
Derek's release combined with the tight spasms of Dolores' climax finally
brought Ian. He came inside her so hard he felt lightheaded. It was the
most incredible climax of his life. He fell forward on Dolores, but tried
to keep most of his weight braced on trembling arms.

After he collected himself, Ian pulled slowly out of Dolores, prompting a
moan of relief from the slight woman. Ian chuckled as he fell off to the
side and lay down on the floor next to Derek. He threw an arm over his
eyes, feeling each ragged breath he drew into his lungs. He was physically
exhausted, but he was more content than he'd been since he went to war.
What started out as an experimental fuck with his best friend and a
one-night stand had turned into the most emotionally exhilarating sexual
experience of his life.

"Ian?" Ian turned his head and found Derek looking at him. Dolores was
snuggled up against him, her head on his chest, her eyes closed as Derek
stroked her hair. They looked beautiful together and Ian's chest tightened
remembering what they'd just done.

"What is it, Derek?" he whispered, a small smile curving his lips.

"How soon do you think you can do that again? I want to switch places."

Ian bit his lip to smother his laughter, not wanting to wake Dolores.
"Let's let her rest a little bit, Derek. And then, if she's able, we will
definitely do it again."

"Fucking yes we're doing it again," Derek said reverently. "I never want to
do it any other way again."

Ian closed his eyes. "Neither do I, Derek," he whispered. *Not without you*,
he silently added.