Lookout Point was as scenic as it got in Jon's area; a lightly forested hilltop that overlooked a river valley. It was only a fifteen minute drive out of town, so there was a well packed dirt parking area. Biff chose to park as far away from the dirt road in as he could, shading his car under a large oak.
The big jock reached over and touched Sarah's cheek. A shock went through Jon when he realized he felt his hand, if ever so slightly, on his own cheek. No chance did he have to express his shock, however, as Sarah shivered, and so did he. They took a deep breathe, closed their eyes and said, "Oh Biffy, I love it when you touch me."
Jon could smell Sarah's hair, the herbal shampoo she used (that he had used as well), but felt nothing for the girl he had lusted over so many dark nights. Instead he found himself enjoying Biff's exploring hands and lips which half the time played with Jon's body, half with Sarah's. Not that it mattered, since more and more he was starting to feel sensations that he was sure were happening to Sarah. He wondered if she was feeling the same from him.
Their eyes opened and their heads turned toward the football player. Sarah (and Jon), deftly swung their bodies over Biff, two of their legs meeting in between his, while the other legs straddled the bucket seat. Briefly Jon wondered how they were accomplishing such a feat in such a tight space, but the thought quickly vanished as he and Sarah lustfully dove into a kiss with the bigger boy.
A combination of disgust and desire filled Jon, but the disgust was losing. He fought briefly for control, then gave in and went along for the ride. Sarah and his tongues met over and over inside the mouth of the jock, their faces pressed into a tight three-way embrace. Jon's left hand met Sarah's right behind the back of Biff's head as they ran their fingers through his hair.
God, thought Jon, I fucking love his hair. I could just rub my hands through it all day.
Sarah's hand, mimicked by Jon's, made it's way down Biff's stomach. Soon he found himself fumbling with Biff's belt, then button and zipper. Biff let out a sigh and a grunt as Jon and Sarah's hands grabbed the jock's now free penis and rubbed it up and down. Less than a minute later another grunt, this one louder, escaped Biff's lips as he came into Jon and Sarah's hands. The hot sperm sprayed up his stomach and on their arms. Disgust entered Jon's mind, but not how he might have expected.
That was a let down,Jon thought, didn't even make it a minute this time. Maybe I should think of trading up.
Just as he finished these thoughts there was a tap on the window. He and Sarah looked up at the driver's side window and saw Karyn with a shocked look on her face.
