Bryn Galenus<br/><b>Location:</b>Behind the Plaza, Gramercy Pool.<br/><b>Tag:</b>Saoirse Quinn, Charlie "Sky" Winchester, open.<br/><hr class="bbc-hr bbc-hr--3"/><br/>Bryn let out a long<i>pfft</i>at Saoirse’s critique of his undressing. What, did she keep a scorebook around for it?<b>“In my experience,”</b>he answered back, watching the two beautiful ladies, even Sky, shed their garments for him,<b>“undressing is usually best when it’s a game where everyone finishes at the same time. Not making a spectacle of it. There’s more fun things to do.”</b>Bryn chuckled, though it was quick to die on his lips as the scene unfolded before him.<br/><br/>Such a spectacle indeed required absolute silence.<i>The divine Artemis bathing in the pond.</i><br/><br/>Two beautiful women and Bryn noted with intense and growing pleasure even the minute differences. Sky had a certain grittiness to her that made her<i>naturale</i>in the purest sense. It didn’t matter to him that she was impoverished. She had already proven that without such comforts and luxury, she still had a mind and heart of gold, intelligent and sharp. Her body only complimented it, unblemished and perfect, especially how she groped her own breast, making Bryn’s jaw drop. He wanted to touch it, to feel it. Tonight would be fun.<b>“I hate bras too.”</b>He added in a whisper. Yes, they cover up the good things.<br/><br/>Now Saoirse…she was opposite to Sky. Where Sky was modest, Saoirse had all the flair and pomp missing from this session. She sang, with the acoustics of the swimming pool adding to the beauty of it. In truth, he barely listened to the words himself, watching her hands as they roamed over her own body in a much more sensual way than Sky’s humility. So many hours, days, weeks, of endless flirting between Bryn and Saoirse and now he finally got to see her<i>goods</i>. She made it a show, like a burlesque dancer, teasing them both with hesitation and delay before showing them everything. Yes, she always had to do him one up.<br/><br/>And then she kissed Sky on the lips. Bryn was dumbstruck by the sight, the two beautiful women molding and dancing their lips together in full view for him. If he had any doubts about whether weed might dull the blood flow to his manhood, they were now gone as it rose to attention, as if giving a silent encore for the show he had just witnessed. Perhaps the sensation of being high drew out the kiss longer than it seemed to Bryn but he could feel impatience gathering within him.<i>And I saw her first.</i>One hand on his hip, he rose his other to rub his jaw thoughtfully, impressed and eager for what was to follow.<br/><br/>Two beautiful women and just him. Sky, introverted and shy. Saoirse, outgoing and carefree. Together they both leaped into the water with a splash, Bryn closing an eye to the spray that struck him. He swam to them in a few strokes as they would surface, towering over them both as the water swayed about them. His hands, warm and large, reached out to glide over the shoulder and behind the necks of both women, drawing them forward and towards him with a mere application of his strength. One of them, he could not tell, would feel the poke of his manhood against a thigh. They were all together, water lapping at their chests and submerging their torsos, all in the dark under star and moonlight.<br/><br/><b>“Just to even the score first.”</b>He said to Saoirse, his hand coming to rake through her wet hair, while his other wrapped more fully around Sky’s neck in a half-embrace. He drew her first, pressing Sky’s chest to his own, feeling the two mounds as he forced Saoirse, in justified revenge, to watch him as he pressed his own lips to Sky’s mouth. It was a firm kiss at first, an imprint of his lips to hers, lasting a few seconds as he drew back and looked into her face. Then he dove in quickly after the brief pause, kissing Sky more wildly and passionately, trying to consume her lips while his tongue, very visible, entered into her mouth and explored in rapid circles. Then he drew back, grinning as Sky and turning to face Saoirse with a smirk.<br/><br/>With a hand at the back of her head, fingers curled in her hair, he was slightly more rough with Saoirse as he yanked her forward, tilting her head over Sky’s shoulder who was wedged between them now and he kissed her. No preamble. It was a raw, hungry-hippo type of kiss, backed by countless hours of teasing flirtations that could no longer be restrained. As he drew back from Saoirse, he had her lower lip caught between his which he released after a little tug.<br/><br/>Then he released both women.<b>“The first hit is free.”</b>He teased with a wink.