Sharing Stacey -- The Collection

by JJ Collins

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Copyright 2012 -- JJ Collins

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Sharing Stacey

The thump of the bass echoed through the walls and drowned out any chance of conversation, but Stacey wasn't really interested in talking. She ran her hands through Greg's hair as he sucked on her neck and wrapped her legs around his lean waist, hanging on for dear life as he pushed her up in the corner of a stall. His hands were everywhere at once, shoving her shirt up and running rough hands over her lace covered bra. He kicked the door shut and scrabbled for the lock, his shirt open to the waist as she tried to undo the buttons.

The lock wouldn't turn, and he abandoned it for a lost cause, much more interested in licking her hardening nipples through the fabric of her bra. She let her head fall back with a thump, her eyes closing as he teased her through the now-damp material. He worked his hand into her unbuttoned jeans, brushing the skimpy material of her panties, and she moaned. He pushed aside the fabric and found her clit, circling the tender flesh as her hips thrust at his fingers. She yanked at his collar before he could do much more, already wet and wanting.

The sudden bang of the bathroom door opening startled them both, and she almost fell as two bouncers stepped in, followed by the owner of the club, a skinny weasel of a man with slicked back hair.

"Both of you! Get dressed and get out here!" He shouted to be heard over the dance music.

Stacey squirmed her way back into her tight jeans, buttoning them and yanking down her blouse before coming out of the stall. Greg pulled his shirt back up over his shoulders from where she had pushed it down to get at his neck. It hung open, exposing his undershirt that clung to his lean frame.

"We don't put up with this kinda bullshit, you hear me? You gonna get handsy, you get out!" The owner got up in Greg's face, but he only shrugged and laughed as the bouncer stepped forward.

Stacey had never been kicked out of a club before, and she looked over at Greg as he was escorted out. To her surprise, he winked and shot her a grin as the bouncer grabbed his arm and ushered him through the club. She followed along behind, the other bouncer at her elbow but not touching her as he escorted her out as well.

Once out on the wet pavement of the city, in the cooler night air, Greg turned to her.

"Sorry about that, Stace," he said, his hair ruffled by the breeze. His lips turned up in a smirk that belied his apology.

"It's no big deal. I had never been there before, and I guess I'm not going back," she said. He laughed, and took her arm.

"Tell you what, let's change the game plan. I'll take you home, and we'll finish what I started." His voice was low in her ear as he leaned close, suggestive enough to send a tingle down her spine straight to her pussy.

"Good idea," she said, flushing at the thought of his fingers near her clit again.

He summoned a cab, which pulled over to the sidewalk. "Your place or mine?"

She thought of her roommate, most likely at home and writing, and made the decision in an instant.

"Yours."

Lights were on in the apartment when Greg unlocked the door. Stacey walked in, her bag slung across her shoulder, and was startled to see a woman on the couch. She was petite, dressed in nothing but a long t-shirt as she curled up on the couch, watching TV. Red hair fell about her face in a cloud, curly against the nape of her neck. Dark blue eyes crinkled at the corners as she glanced up and smiled at Greg.

"Hey, honey. Did you get kicked out of another club?"

Greg laughed, placing his arm around Stacey. "Yeah, I did. Stacey, this is my girlfriend, Linda."

Stacey ducked out from under Greg's arm at that. "Your girlfriend? What the hell, Greg? I thought you were single?"

"You obviously never asked," said Linda with a small grin. "We have an open relationship. Greg would have laid it out for you, if you'd asked."

"An open relationship?" Stacey looked between the redhead and her boyfriend, confusion dawning even more across her face. She'd heard of people like this, but she'd never met a couple.

"Yep," said Greg. "Listen, I know it isn't for everyone, but Linda and I have an agreement. She and I can sleep with someone else besides each other, and neither of us minds it so much. In fact, we've both gotten pretty comfortable about it."

Linda nodded. "Sometimes, we even share."

Stacey was taken aback. "This...I don't even know what to call this."

"Call it what we do, an open relationship." Greg shrugged. "If you're uncomfortable or anything, I can call you a cab."

Stacey paused, just this side of tipsy. Had she been sober, she'd have never considered it, but she had drunk just enough to lower her inhibitions at the club. She'd never met anyone as good with his hands as Greg, and if Linda was willing to share him…

Linda took this as a cue, and got up from the couch, padding on slim bare feet over to where Stacey stood. The t-shirt fell to the middle of her shapely thighs, black against the creamy, pale skin. "Look, I know how weird it must seem, but really, I have no problem with it."

She looked Stacey up and down, noting her blonde hair, blue eyes, and slim figure. To Stacey's surprise, Linda trailed a fingertip down her arm. Her nails were a metallic blue, and the polish glinted in the warm lamplight as Linda traced a finger over Stacey's wrist.

"To be honest, I trust Greg's judgment, and I know for a fact he has excellent taste. You're a sexy little thing, aren't you?" Linda smiled at Stacey, and heat rushed to the blonde's face. Linda's touch and the way she was looking at Stacey did something to her.

"She is," Greg said, grinning at Linda. "My taste is impeccable and you know it."

"Shut up, Greg," said Linda, and smiled at Stacey. "You're taking this rather well, considering."

"It's…different," Stacey admitted. "I never really thought about it before."

"But you're thinking about it now, aren't you?" Linda smiled, very much the predator. Stacey swallowed as the petite woman stepped closer, the t-shirt riding a little up her hips as Linda trailed her fingers up Stacey's arm again.

"Yes," she said. "You…share?"

"Oh, honey, yes. Nothing like a pretty little thing like you to really get the blood pumping." Linda fixed her with dark blue eyes. "Would you like to find out?"

A threesome? Stacey couldn't help the rush of excitement through her. She was nothing if not adventurous during sex and at her nod, Linda smiled wide.

"Look at you, sweet thing, all primed and ready." Linda's fingers slid down to Stacey's and she took her hand. "Come on, let's get you out of those heels and more comfortable while Greg finds the wine."

Greg rolled his eyes. "Spoilsport."

Linda stuck her tongue out at Greg and led Stacey down the hall to a well-appointed bedroom. Sturdy, dark furniture strewn with rich colors centered around a wide, accommodating bed. She gestured for Stacey to sit, and she did, sinking into the soft mattress. Linda knelt, her hands warm on Stacey's calves as her heels were pulled from her feet. Stacey sighed as Linda pressed firm fingers into the balls of her feet, and Linda chuckled.

"I heard that," she said, looking up at Stacey as she removed the six inch heels. "Heels like those look great but they're murder on your feet."

She stood, and Stacey was face to face with her firm, high breasts. She licked her lips, unsure what she should do about it, and Linda laughed, pulling up the long t-shirt to reveal pretty green plaid panties that hugged her hips. Her breasts were small, but perky and bare, and a sprinkling of freckles peppered the pale skin. Stacey reached out to brush the tips of her fingers across a nipple, delighting in the texture as the flesh pebbled beneath her fingers.

"Good to see you two getting along so well," said Greg as he entered the bedroom, two glasses of wine in hand.

He handed one to Linda, the other he handed to Stacey. She sipped it and found it to be a sweet wine, and more than one sip wasn't required. She set the glass aside and returned to her exploration of Linda's breasts. Linda sighed as Stacey bent forward to suck on a nipple. She curled her tongue around it and was rewarded by metallic blue nails scratching through her scalp as Linda ran a hand through her hair. Greg slipped to the other side of the bed, his presence an afterthought for the moment as she paid attention to Linda's breasts.

Linda set her glass to the side as well, pulling away from Stacey after a moment to crawl up on the bed with her. She reached into the drawer of the side table next to the bed, pulling out something that made Stacey blink. A long, thick dildo made of curved silicone and attached to a plate with straps greeted her, and Linda grinned at her expression.

"Trust me, sweet thing, this is going to be fun." Linda shimmied out of her panties, setting the strap-on to the side. "It's for later, though. I want to see that pretty pussy of yours."

Stacey slid the straps of her blouse down, noticing Greg watching both her and his girlfriend. He was a rangy guy, with thick brown hair and laughing green eyes over a sensual mouth. He lounged in the chair, his pants around his ankles as he stroked his lengthening cock. Stacey slowed her movement, teasing him a little. Linda sidled up next to her and slid her fingers over the straps of Stacey's bra. The redhead gave a mischievous smirk and slid the straps down, her lips on Stacey's shoulder as she palmed her breasts through the fabric of Stacey's bra.

Stacey shivered, sliding out of her tight jeans as Linda undid her bra from the back. This was really happening, she thought, and a tingle ran down her spine straight to her pussy. She wriggled out of the last bit of her pants and kicked them away, climbing up on the bed when Linda gestured to it. She lay there for a moment while Linda looked her over, a smile on her face.

"Very nice," she said, her fingers trailing over the lacy panties that Stacey wore. She pulled them down, and Stacey lifted her hips to help as Linda slid them down her legs and off. Linda tossed them to Greg, who smirked and dropped them on the floor. When Stacey looked at Linda, she shrugged and answered the unasked question.