When this unassuming Juliet (Allison) asks her lovers to join her in a threesome for her birthday, she has no way of knowing just what it is that they are all going to discover.

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In Juliet Takes the Floor, the previous installment, Allison proposed a threesome with her lovers: her best friend Jordan and their one-time teacher Ken.

But is she ready for what she’s asked for? And will Ken and Jordan play along?

After reminding herself just how good her boyfriend and girlfriend each makes her feel, Allison approaches her much-anticipated birthday (and birthday present) more than a little excited, and more than a little terrified.

What happens will shock and surprise all three of them. Jordan, who’s always got all of the answers, and Ken, her teacher in so many ways, are looking to Allison.

It’s time for Juliet to take charge.

Happy Birthday, Allison

When I arrived at Ken’s that evening, nearly everyone was already there — except Jordan. Katie and her boyfriend Bram, Jonathon with his boyfriend Sam (a first — not the boyfriend, but bringing him to meet us), Lucas, and a few others. Ken, naturally. Everyone was happy to see me. I was happy to see everyone. But Jordan wasn’t there, and that made me nervous. Had she decided not to come? Not to join me and Ken?

Ken too worried me. I’d expected him to be as excited as I was, if nervous, perhaps, as he had been at my birthday party the year before, or at least smiling and chuckling at his former students as he had at so many of the get-togethers at his house. At worst, I thought he might be impatient for all of my friends to wish me well and go away — all of my friends except Jordan, of course.

Instead, he was contained. Quiet. Somber.

Not exactly what I was looking for. I stood there in my red party dress, smiling, but in anything but a party mood.

I was sitting between Jonathon and Sam, listening to them tell the story of how they’d first gotten together — a story that Jonathon had texted me at the time (as in, while their first date was underway, though thankfully before any clothes came off), but I didn’t mind, since they were both so giddy and Lucas didn’t seem comfortable insinuating himself onto the couch with us.

Sam and Jonathon were just getting to what I knew was the punchline of the story — Sam’s roommate walking in on the two making out in Sam’s dorm room and saying, “Dude! No wonder you thought I had a better chance with Anne than you did!” — when my phone buzzed.

Jordan: sorry

Allison: Jordan???

Allison: You okay? Everyone here’s worried.

Jordan: everyone?

Allison: Okay fine. I’M worried. And I’m sure Ken is too.

Allison: Oh. Okay. Hope you feel better.

I was thinking that if she stayed in bed over at Ken’s, we could probably help, but didn’t want to push.

I was pouting at my phone when Ken sauntered up behind me. “Okay, Allison?”

I showed him the phone, which he frowned at, poor boy. For Sam’s sake, I said, “My best friend Jordan isn’t coming. She’s sick.”

“Classic college break,” laughed Jonathon. “Come home to party, get sick instead.” The whole room laughed; we had all barely seen each other over Christmas break because so many of us had come down with the flu after weeks of grinding pre-vacation exams.

“So, birthday girl,” Ken said with a chuckle that sounded distinctly forced, “cake next, or movie — and no vote from you, Lucas, because I know you’ll always vote for the food.”

The room laughed again at that — even Lucas — and so my own smile was unforced when I answered, “Let them eat cake.”

The cake was store-bought, decorated with a Romeo and Juliet theme. That of course launched a series of raunchy rehearsals of my performance in Acting class our sophomore year, doing that Juliet monologue.

You have no idea, I thought, and looked around the crowded, noisy room for Jordan, who did have some idea. Somehow, it didn’t seem real that she had just blown the party off. It felt as if she were actually right there with me.

“So, guys,” Ken said over the hubbub, “what’s the movie choice for the night?” He favored me with a smile that was so minute that I almost might have imagined it.

The movie was, naturally, the truly awful Leonardo di Caprio Romeo + Juliet. I’d always liked Claire Danes in everything I’d seen her in.

Not in that piece of crap.

My friends laughed at the deaths and threw popcorn at the screen during the love scenes — in other words, they behaved exactly as we’d behaved for every dumb teen flick we’d ever watched at Ken’s.

It was fun watching my friends have fun. My heart wasn’t in it, though.

I was thinking about Jordan sleeping at home and Ken’s aloofness, and all of the terror of what I’d asked them to do with me pressed down on me — and now it had all just fallen apart.

After the movie, everyone started to wander off — none of them ever stayed to clean up. Katie and Bram were first out the door, looking very much like they were off to find someplace to get horizontal, and Lucas skulked out not far behind. Jonathon hugged me while Sam held his hand; JonJon whispered in my ear, “I hope Jordan feels better.” He let go of me, gave me a wink, gave his boyfriend a kiss, and then disappeared after the rest.

What…? My heart aching from being pulled in so many directions, I turned around, looking to help Ken pick up. Well, I thought, I guess we’re back to junior year — helping him clean up, then just going home and…

Going home and diddling myself raw, thinking of him.
He wasn’t in the kitchen. I frowned, calling into the bathroom, “Ken?” “Upstairs,” he answered.
Oh. The bedroom. THE bedroom…

The lights upstairs were all out, but a gentle glow came, not from the room that Ken had shared with his late wife, but from the office. I staggered my way to the door.

Jordan was kneeling on the bed in a red silk teddy that I’d helped her buy. She held her arms behind her. The single candle burned behind her at the head of the bed, starkly lighting those amazing nipples of hers.

Ken was standing beside her, unbuttoning his shirt. His face was in shadow, as was his crotch, but I thought I could make out the growing shape of his wonderful, familiar erection.

“Happy birthday,” they both murmured.

“Oh,” I squeaked.

“That’s what I love about Alli,” purred Jordan. “She’s so fucking articulate.”

When I merely blushed, they both laughed. I detected some nervousness in their laughter, even so.

“Did you like the little show Jordan put on?” Ken said, letting his shirt slide to the floor.

“Show?” I walked closer.

“Uh-huh,” said Jordan, her Jordan smirk firmly in place. “Didn’t want Jonathon and the rest knowing Ken and me were just hanging around, waiting for the rest of them to leave so we could fuck your brains out. Also, wanted it to be at least a bit of a surprise for you.”

“Oh.” I don’t think the sound even qualified as a squeak that time, but I didn’t care. I was entirely focused on watching Jordan reach over to unbutton Ken’s jeans. “Surprise.”

He put his hand over hers. “Are you both sure you want to do this?”

With an exasperated snort, she pulled her hands away from his waist and pulled me into a searing, truly satisfying kiss, washing all of the anxiety from me.

Evidently it had the same effect on Ken. “Fuck,” he groaned, “I am so going to the special teachers’ hell.”

“If you’re going to hell in a bucket,” I sighed, reaching out to him as Jordan began unzipping my dress, “at least you’re enjoying the ride.” And I pulled his beloved lips against mine, which were still moist from Jordan’s fuller, softer ones.

Ken’s mouth was warm and wide and welcoming. Wonderful.

Almost enough to keep my mind occupied while Jordan lowered my dress and peeled off my bra — but not quite enough that I didn’t gasp into that mouth when Jordan latched on to one of my nipples. Ken and I both gazed down at her; she was grinning up at us quite evilly.

“Mind if I join you?” Ken asked and when she shook her head – not letting loose my breast — he knelt on the bed and suckled at the unoccupied tit.

I know I’m not the first person ever to have two lovers sucking at both of his or her nipples, but I honestly felt in that moment as if I were exactly that: the pioneer, the woman experiencing a new, previously undiscovered sensation, walking into an ocean that had never been swum in before. Stout Cortez, and all of that.

Except, of course, I couldn’t have told you that at the time. In spite of the fact that I had been looking forward to that moment — literally dreaming of it — for weeks, I was so caught off-guard, so surprised by the intensity of the sensations that their very different mouths were sparking in my flesh that, even though I had promised myself to pay attention, to notice, I was literally sucked into the oblivion of total pleasure almost immediately.

I think I may have come just from that sensation, because when I became aware of their fingers sliding together up the insides of my thighs, my tiny pink panties — the same ones I had picked so carefully for Ken to take off of me the year before, the night he had relieved me of my virginity — were soaked through.

I blinked down at my lovers. Jordan had her lascivious fox-grin on, and Ken the smoldering, sleepy I’m-going-to-fuck-you-so-hard look.

“She looks so hot like that, doesn’t she?” said Jordan, pulling on my left nipple with her teeth.

“Yup.” Ken ran his tongue around the right one and murmured, “Incredibly innocent and incredibly nasty, both at the same time.”

I would have answered them, no doubt with a comeback that was both properly indignant and scathingly clever; however, at just the point where the words were forming themselves on my tongue, their fingers both reached the crotch of my undies, and there I was: back in that unswum ocean, without words, without thought, and losing control of my body altogether.

My lovers lifted me down to the bed — at least, I think that’s what happened. I know that I found myself on my back, and I’m pretty sure they’d switched sides. Ken was now suckling at my left breast, while Jordan was nuzzling at the right, leaning over me from above.

Her nipple, insistent, silk-clad, dragged along my cheek, and I turned to it instinctively as an infant, sucking silk and flesh into my mouth. Jordan hissed.

Ken grunted, and began pulling down my panties.

Both of my lovers are incredibly attentive. Each is capable of filling my senses and bringing me to a level of pleasure that, as I’ve said, I can’t find the words to describe — though obviously I’m happy to keep trying. Having both of them teasing and tantalizing…. Well, it was almost a relief when Ken’s mouth let go of my nipple and he began to kiss his way down my chest.

Almost.

As it was, the feeling of Jordan’s teeth and tongue torturing my nipple while Ken’s lips brushed my ribs did a pretty good job of scrambling my thoughts, and when his tongue dipped into my navel, any thoughts or expectations that I might have had were swept away on a wave of sensation.

Thinking about it now, I almost want to laugh; it was obvious where Ken was headed. And yet by the time his mouth met my hot, open pussy, I was so lost in feeling that I squawked in surprise, letting go of Jordan’s nipple and pulling my own out of her mouth. We both looked down at Ken, his face planted firmly between my thighs. I could feel his tongue and lips begin to explore my cunt, and it was glorious, but honestly? The thing that got me most was the look of wicked intent on what I could see of his face.

“Shit,” murmured Jordan. “That looks like fun.”
Ken gave the length of my pussy a long lick, making me arch my back. “It is.” “Eat… Jordan,” I whimpered. “Wanna see —”

Jordan kissed me. “Nope. It’s your turn, birthday girl.” Her hands joined Ken’s in sliding onto my now-vacant breasts, pinching and caressing. “What do you think, Ken?” she asked. “Is there room down there for one more?”

At that thought I whimpered again, while my legs made their opinion clear by spreading wider.

“Only one way to find out,” he said, and turned back to teasing me with his tongue.

“Geronimo,” laughed Jordan, gave me another kiss on the mouth, a nip on each nipple, and a long lick down my belly until her face and his were side by side — though upside-down to each other — between my spread thighs.

For the first time, I was sorry that Jordan and I hadn’t waxed the night before; as her tongue joined Ken’s in dancing around my clit, what I wanted more than anything was to see everything, without the screen of my bush.

Within the first second or two of their tongues tangling around my sensitive pearl, however, I couldn’t have cared less. I was blind, deaf, without smell or taste. The feeling of the two of them pleasuring me took up all of the available bandwidth. The rest of my senses shut down.

Sightless as I was, some part of my brain remembered vision. “Kiss… Wanted to see you…”

But then fingers closed around my nipples and another slid into my pussy — Ken’s? Jordan’s? Hell, mine? No idea. — and even my sense of touch shorted out, and I was lost.

How long did they eat me together? No idea of that either. I know it was a period of time, that, as much as time ceased to exist for me in that eternal moment, I didn’t come instantly, though how I didn’t I’m not sure.

I know that they were patient, that they played with me, that they worked together to bringing me closer and closer to a pinnacle that they weren’t in any hurry to reach. I don’t remember this, but I’m certain of it, because by the time I finally reached that crest and the infinite light of that orgasm exploded through me, I was covered in sweat, my hair (which I’d arranged in a carefully messy bun before I came to Ken’s) was tangled and wet around my face. My fists were tangled in two very different heads of hair, pushing them into me, my pelvis pushing up into them. I could smell the heady aroma of my own excitement (and Jordan’s, just inches from my nose), and could taste the iron tang of my own blood — I’d bitten my cheek. “OH, GOD!” I howled, and I’ve truly never taken the Lord’s name less in vain. Agnostic though I have always been, I never believed in Her more strongly than at that moment.