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"Well, a bit, of course," said Jim, defensively. "But girls my age don't really do it for me. They're all skinny, unhappy, and obsessed with makeup and hair. I can't talk to them like I can to a woman a bit older-you know, like your age. There's something sexy about an older woman, you know?"

"Calm down, Jim," said Paul, in his teasing voice. "Anyone would think you were flirting with my girlfriend." Luckily, Jim had worked out that Paul was teasing him.

"Well, you know, who wouldn't?" Jim replied. "She's gorgeous."

"She certainly is," said Paul, sliding his hand over to my thigh and giving it a quick squeeze. There was an awkward silence for a few miles while Jim looked out of the window and I looked at Paul, and I knew he was thinking what I was thinking.

"So what is it about Alice that you like, Jim?" continued Paul.

"Oh, let's not go there," said Jim, embarrassed again. "I'm not trying to get into her pants."

"No, but if you were," pressed Paul.

"Well, you did ask," Jim replied. "Okay. I like her shape. I can see she's got big tits, and I like that. It's womanly. I like her long curly hair and the way she looks pretty and natural without makeup. And I like the fact that she isn't all done up like girls my age. Alice looks real and natural, scruffy but in a sexy way." I looked at what I was wearing: a worn old thrift-shop sundress that I'd had forever. But I did feel sexy in it, natural and fresh and free. I guess that was my brand of sexy. I noticed with pleasure that the rain had stopped and a lighter sky was on the horizon.

"You're a man of taste," said Paul. "Those are all the things I happen to love about Alice, too." He paused for a beat. "Well, that and the fact she's got the hottest, wettest, tightest little cunt I've ever had the pleasure to stick my dick into."

"What?" gulped Jim, the way people always do when they've heard what you said perfectly well but they can't believe you actually said it. In my mirror I could see Jim blush, but I also saw that his hands were folded over his lap, and I knew that Paul's words had triggered off the beginnings of fierce arousal. I thought of his young cock and balls swelling inside his jeans, and I, too, began to experience a throbbing sensation between my legs.

"Alice's cunt," said Paul as matter-of-factly as if we were still talking about Jim's college credits. "It's fantastic. She's always wet and very willing. You should try it."

I was so turned on by Paul's description of my pussy and Jim's reaction that my mouth had gone dry and I couldn't trust myself to speak. But now I forced the words out through my lips and turned around in my seat to look at Jim directly.

"Well, Jim?" I said, raising one eyebrow as he gulped and covered his lap. "Would you like to fuck me?"

"Are you making fun of me?" Clearly he didn't believe we were for real.

"Oh, no," I said, reaching out a hand to touch Jim's thigh. "It's a very genuine offer. You see, Paul has always wanted to watch another man penetrate me. It's just a little thing we talk about. And here you are, young, free, and single. You've already said that you like the look of me, and hopefully Paul's description has sold me rather well. If we can find somewhere nice and quiet, Jim, would you like me to make your dick extremely hard so that you can stick it inside me?"

Jim nodded, a vein in his temple bulging. That got me wondering if his cock would be smooth or veiny, long or short. The subtle pumping in my pussy turned into a more intense pounding.

"Well," I said. "That's very good news." And then I turned to Paul and said, "Darling, take a left here. I think there's a place down here where we could all have a very good time."

I directed Paul down a few more tiny lanes even farther off the beaten track to a spot where I remembered there was an old abandoned filling station. I would be the one getting filled today, I thought with a smile. We pulled into the deserted driveway, concealed from the main road by overgrown brambles. As quickly as it had disappeared behind rain clouds, the sun reappeared and dried the car in seconds.

The three of us got out and stood facing each other on the forecourt, letting the sun warm our bodies for a while. We all knew what we were doing here, but not one of us made the first move for what seemed like forever, which created a very tense-and exciting-atmosphere. It took so long for anyone to do anything that I wondered if this was what the expression "love triangle" meant. I decided that if anyone was to get things moving, it should be me. After all, I would be the center of the action, the focus of attention. Phrasing it in my head like that stoked my fire: it was really about to happen. This scenario that Paul and I had played around with in our fantasy for so long was actually about to become a reality. I felt my legs weaken as my pussy grew warm and damp.