Free Harem Ring 2: Kelsey's Price by Jen Eastwood Page B

stepped over to the view around back. The sun wasn't quite setting, but it was getting close. Seeing the picket line of trees, the sun peeking above and bathing everything in gold, inspired me to close some kind of deal.
    Turning to Kelsey, I grinned and said, “Five fifty per month just to cut the owner some slack, and all three of us should take it.” I felt the ring warm up to my request.
    Kelsey's eyes lost their despair. “I wouldn't be intruding, would I?”
    “Shit no!” Hell, she was one of the selling points in the deal. “Besides, Angela's taken a liking to you.”
    “But we just met. Shouldn't the two of you discuss having a roommate?” She was too polite, probably even for her own good.
    The ring started to heat beyond comfort. At the time, two people at once was my limit of influence. “It's alright, just relax and enjoy the hospitality. Angel, show her how we get along at our place.”
    Angela smiled and looked at me. “You mean...”
    I winked and nodded. “You got it.”
    Angela wrapped her arms around Kelsey's waist from behind. Kelsey jumped a little at first, and then eased into the embrace. I was happy to be the bystander so far, if only to see how this experiment with the ring would work.
    The skirt began to slide down, revealing the laciest pair of white panties I'd ever seen. Kelsey put her hand on Angela's face, leaning her neck back for my girlfriend's nuzzling. Still hard from the primo view of their asses on the way upstairs, I took a seat on the bench and watched the show.
    Each a perfect score on the final exam for hot, Angela and Kelsey merged together into a firestorm of raw sex appeal. My lungs almost collapsed as Angela got to work on the buttons on Kelsey's top. The pencil skirt hit the floor and our new friend stepped out of it.
    Kelsey's hands went back, tugging against Angela's tiny shorts. I propped a foot up on a knee, observing my handiwork like a big-budget movie made just for me, and me alone. “You two should enjoy each other.”
    Angela pulled herself away from Kelsey's neck, giving me that come-hither wave of her finger. I shook my head. She pouted a little, then went right back to work, dropping her cut-off denim around those legs I loved so much.
    It was Kelsey's move as she turned to face my blonde goddess. She let the blouse fall off her shoulders, down her arms, and then onto the floor. Angela pulled the tank top over her head, leaving them both stripped with just one layer remaining.
    The match was set with a brunette in white, the blonde in black. I could see Angela sizing Kelsey up, taking the lead role with every move. As for myself? Choosing between the two on a normal day would have been an impossible task, but in that moment, it would have been torture to leave either behind.
    I caught Angela sneaking ahead, running a hand down the front of Kelsey's lace panties. She was smooth as a Don Juan, but a damn sight more attractive. It brought Kelsey back into the pace of things, rolling her tongue around in Angela's mouth and grabbing her ass like twin stress balls.
    They both hit the hardwood floor, going at each other like prom dates. It was painful to just stand there and watch, so I made my way over. Kelsey and Angela welcomed me into the group like an old friend.
    Angela pulled her mouth away from Kelsey's and then turned to face me. She slouched down, resting her head against Kelsey's breasts. Looking at the two in that moment, they were beyond perfect, complementing each other with their own flavor of beauty.
    I knelt with my legs around Angela's thighs. They both looked me straight in the eye. That was when the ring did something new.
    When they look you in the eye. That's when you're at your strongest. It burned with a new heat, more like light that was way too intense instead of a fire. It felt like confidence. Almost comforting.
    It took me a few seconds to break out of both the mini-trance and the calm feeling. “Well?” Angela had cocked her head in