`  == FAGS ==  It had been six years since we had graduated from college, and for the first time since graduation, all three of us were together again. From the enthusiastic hugs at the airport and then the conversation and laughter during the dinner we shared at a local restaurant on the way to my home, it was clear that while plenty of time had passed and we had kept in contact, the comfort and attraction between the three of us when all together in the same physical location was still undeniable.  Having returned to my cozy, semi-secluded home in the suburbs, we all sat in the living room, sipping wine and continuing the tales of our lives. With the exceptions of the location – a house – and the presence of alcohol, it could have been any of our final two years of college together: The three of us, tight-knit friends-with-benefits, sitting and chatting and sharing a drink together. Then, Justine and Beth had been roommates while I lived in another dorm across the main quad; now, they were much-welcomed guests who had fortunately been able to clear time in their hectic schedules to come and visit me for a weekend.  As I sat in the recliner and took another sip of wine, I allowed my eyes to truly linger on Justine as she told Beth about a recent situation at work. The Florida sun had certainly added a glow to Justine's skin, and may have also been responsible for the lighter shade of her shoulder-length brown hair. As when we were in college together, she wore virtually no make-up, just a thin gloss upon her lips – an enticing strawberry flavor, as I had discovered upon meeting her at the airport earlier in the evening – and red fingernails. Her red dress was indeed elegant, with a plunging sequined neckline that permitted a very welcome display of her cleavage, a display which Beth and I both certainly appreciated. The long slit up the skirt of the dress revealed that she was wearing stockings held up by a garter belt, one of its descending white straps definitely noticeable against the well-toned thigh. The red heels provided enough of a contrast for the white stockings to truly attract the eyes. Surprisingly, however, she wore hoop earrings, something she had never worn during college for fear that they would pull at her ears and widen the piercing holes more than was considered safe.  The conversation turned back toward me, but a few minutes later, the two beautiful young women were again chatting primarily to each other. I took the opportunity to once again study Beth, and was equally impressed. While noticeably shorter than Justine, Beth was also paler in complexion, a testament to living in northern Canada ever since graduation and spending virtually every waking moment inside to conduct her research. As in college, Beth preferred the color black for her outfits: a somewhat-tight sweater, form-fitting slacks, and a pair of low heels. Four tiny earrings adorned each ear, plus she bore a small sparkling stud against her left nostril. Beth's black hair flowed over her shoulders and down her front, and she absently twirled several strands around a finger as she listened to Justine.  It felt so good to be in their presence once again. Especially since all three of us had been in several failed relationships since graduating from college, I was thankful that I had thought to invite them to spend the weekend with me. I had absolutely no doubt that our chatter would eventually give way to intimacy, but for now, I was quite content to simply sit back in the recliner and openly admire the two stunning beauties perched upon the sofa.  The intimacy began when we finally went to bed... together. I was on my back under the covers, with a very feminine head resting softly upon each shoulder. An arm wrapped around each of them, I held the two women close to me as they absently stroked my bare chest, dipped a finger into my navel, brushed my thighs through the sweatpants I typically wore to bed, caressed my stiffening manhood. My eyes closed, I reveled in their touches: inherently familiar, yet full of rediscovery due to the lengthy passage of time.  No words were needed. And as their hands occasionally made contact with each other upon me, I smiled to myself in the darkness, having always enjoyed watching Beth and Justine in their own intimate encounters. But eventually, their touches slowed and ultimately ceased, their breathing falling into the regularity associated with sleep. I stayed awake a little longer, immensely enjoying the closeness with two of the people who had been most important in my life.  I awoke in the morning to the scent of French Roast coffee, faint yet unmistakable. Justine was gone, clearly the one who had brewed the morning nectar, while Beth and I held each other as she slept. The feel of her pajama-covered breasts against me was a welcome sensation, as it had been over a year since I had last even hugged a woman. Simply waking up in the morning and not finding myself alone in bed was a tremendous thrill in itself; walking up with Beth in my arms made the morning extremely special for me.  Gently, I kissed her forehead, and she stirred in my arms. She was clearly lost in that odd hazy phase between sleep and consciousness as she nudged me to my back and lay upon me. Underneath the covers, I slowly caressed her as I kissed the top of her head. A few minutes later, as Beth finally awoke and lifted her head to give me a semi-conscious smile, Justine nudged open the bedroom door and carried three mugs of coffee on a tray.  ``Just like old times seeing you two like that,`` Justine quipped with a smile. Beth simply giggled softly, awakening further as I held her a little tighter.  Deciding we wanted bagels for breakfast, I headed out into the snow and to a family-owned bagel shop a few blocks away. When I returned, my two beautiful guests were still upstairs, and I was not at all surprised to open the bedroom door and find that Justine's sleep shirt had been removed; she knelt upon the bed, straddling Beth's waist as each woman lovingly touched each other.  ``Just like old times seeing you two like that,`` I parroted with a smile. Justine simply laughed softly, her eyes inviting me to join them. While it was indeed tempting, I knew that they both would want – and need – some intimate time alone together, so, despite my growing erection, I simply approached the bed long enough to give each of them a gentle kiss to the cheek before retreating from the bedroom, closing the door to allow them their privacy.  As I sat in the dining room with a bagel and a newspaper, I eventually heard Justine's beautiful cry, and instantly knew that I had made the correct decision in leaving my two longtime friends alone upstairs. Simply imaging what Beth had possibly done to produce such an exquisite sound was arousing in itself, and I found my hand stroking slowly at the front of my jeans.  After my guests had eaten, while Justine showered, Beth and I retired to the living room. Sitting on the sofa with the stunning young woman straddling my lap, I gazed deep into her eyes as she gently stroked my chest through my sweatshirt. After a few moments, our lips naturally drew together, the slow kiss at once warm and electrifying.  My hands wandered from Beth's shoulders to her chest, squeezing her breasts gently and feeling her contented moan. I slowly began to unbutton her pajama shirt as the kiss continued, baring her torso to my view once she leaned back from me and helped me to remove the black garment.  ``Bite me hard,`` she requested breathily, ``just like you use to do.``  Rising up on her knees, Beth leaned toward me, offering a breast to my lips. My hands cupping her lower cheeks, I took the proffered nipple into my mouth, sucking gently like a newborn baby for a few moments before trapping the lengthening bud between my teeth and tugging gently. The change in breathing above me signaled that I was doing exactly as she wanted, as she perhaps needed, and I tugged a bit harder, then a bit harder, then a bit harder.  Then I bit her, firmly, at the base of the nipple. Her hands stiffened at the back of my head, and the hiss above me was unmistakable. My own hands moving up her back to hold her in place, I bit her again, harder, holding the bite for several seconds before releasing her breast from my mouth. For a moment, I looked fondly upon the markings left behind by my teeth, then switched to her other breast and bit my longtime friend again, the soft groan evidence that I was indeed hurting her.  With one arm still wrapped around her back, my free hand moved between her thighs and began to stroke her sex through the pajama bottoms and panty she wore. I felt Beth shudder as I bit her again – harder – and stroked her with a little more force. I continued biting her and stroking her, enjoying her sounds of hurt and delight, drawing the sweet nectar from her so that I could feel it upon my fingers despite the two layers between my hand and her sex. Eventually, however, I stopped biting her, alternately simply kissing and suckling each breast. I stroked her with more force as she moved against my hand until, finally, her orgasm overtook her, her hands clutching my head to her chest and her powerful, heavy breaths irregular and full of desire and thankfulness.  As Beth calmed, I kissed her between her breasts, directly over her heart, and she lowered herself so we could share a warm kiss.  ``You two make a nice picture.``  Blushing and giggling softly as we held each other, Beth and I both turned toward Justine for a moment, then Beth hid her embarrassed face in my neck. I held the shorter woman with care as Justine approached us, sitting beside us o