Where Do We Belong?

Gerard’s P.O.V

“Jamia?! Like Frank’s Jamia? That Jamia? Jamia Nestor, the mother of Cherry, Lily and Miles Iero?” I exclaim.
“Gerard, calm down. Jamia wasn’t a mother at the time.”
I’m trying hard not get turned on by the image of my wife and Jamia together. Their grubby, young 2005 clothes clung, sweaty to their body as they- Ugh! “Tell me the whole story." I demand. Lyn-z grins at me.


Frank’s P.O.V
“Experiences with Lindsey?!”
Jamia shyly smiles at the memory. “Yes, Frank. I was sad and she was beautiful and we had fun for a while.”
“Wait, how long is a while? Why were you sad? Tell me the whole story.”


Gerard’s P.O.V
“New York,” Lyn-z begins, shaking her head in disbelief, “Crazy city. I noticed her right away. A beautiful, short shy-looking girl, complete with tear stains and heartbroken look on her face, Jamia. She started dancing after a couple songs, and man, she had a capturing way of dancing.”


Frank’s P.O.V
“I noticed the stunning bass player looking at me almost immediately, how couldn’t I?” Jamia starts, gaining a wide blushing smile at the memory. “Frank, it was 2005 in August. Do remember what happened that month?”
Pulling myself back into the present and away from my growing fantasies of Jamia and Lyn-z, I wrack my brain for the answer to her question. August 2005, it was…Warped Tour! “Yeah, Jay. It was Warped Tour.”
“Yes and I was working in New Jersey and travelling out to meet you guys when I could. In August I came to see you and, well, we got in a fight. I think you were too busy to have any time for me and I got upset. When I reluctantly went to your show that night, you and Gerard were getting pretty…comfy with each other. I got upset and went to an MSI concert to get you out of my mind.”


“After the show and several beers later, she told me she was from New Jersey visiting her boyfriend. We messed around a bit, late into the night. When Jimmy, Steve and Kitty went to bed, I knew we should too, but her big brown eyes that had just started to shine and forget the heartbreak from before, persuaded me. Her body was so flexible and smooth, when she danced and her shirt would ride up…we had fun that night.” Trying to regain my panting and now hard aching cock, I urge her to go on.


“She was so kind to me. I was pretty hurt after the way you were to me, Lyn-z helped me forget and she made me feel wanted. She radiated adventure and happiness, and she was so stunning and confident. We had a good time after, drinking and talking. She introduced me to Jimmy, Steve and Kitty, but we stayed up later than them, which was pretty late…man, that was a good night.”
“God, Jamia…y-you’re killing me.” I stutter out. My dick begs to be touched.
Jay looks down, noticing and smirking. “Well, looks like someone likes my story…”
“J-just go on, please.” Grinning she starts again.


“Look, Gee. I really liked her. I still do, I mean I don’t see her very much anymore, but I had a really good couple months with her.” Lyn-z tells me, calmly.
“Months?! You were with her for months?” I stammer.
“Yes, she called Frank. He was so sorry, but she just forgave him and told him she needed a break. There wasn’t much break for her though in-between…” She hints.
“Fuck, LYN-Z! You’re amazing!” I feel I might explode if she keeps talking.
“Should I give you details?” She’s having so much fun with me. I just nod.


“Well, it was hot and steamy amongst the twisted sheets. I remember her lifting my shirt and undoing my bra like an expert, unlike you boys. We had to be quiet so as not to wake the rest of the band, but man, was it hard. Her tongue…was everywhere. She told me it was her first time although I find that hard to believe, she was so good to me.” Jamia’s voice guides me through my dirty daydream.


“Jamia was writhing under me and I had to gag her cause she couldn’t keep quiet. We borrowed some toys from Kitty and she had fun using some on me along with her warm tongue. My fish net tights were never actually taken off, just ripped.” Lyn-z’s voice teases me.
“Oh, god,” I moan. “Please…” Her hand comes out to palm my dick and I groan loudly.


“Jay…Lyn-z.” I moan. I pull her to me, kiss her soft lips and slip a hand under her shirt, grappling with her bra.
“Frankie,” she moans. “Do you want me to continue?” She asks breathily.
I nod but don’t stop removing her clothes while she narrates, “She traced her calloused fingers down my stomach, lightly, tickling me. Then she teased me with her fingers, yeah, like that and…”


“I nipped and sucked her thighs, tormenting her, before…” Lyn-z undoes my jeans and slips her expert fingers around my member, stroking softly.
“Oh, god, please, Lyn-z continue…” I beg. She smirks and kisses me.
“I’m glad you’re enjoying yourself.”


I do as Jamia tells me, biting slightly around her entrance, waiting.
“Then, all the sudden she thrust her tongue into me and moved it around, lapping at me.” I shove my aching cock into her warm, wet entrance abruptly. We both moan out in ecstasy.


“I was all nice and slow, before I shoved into her, wet private, hard and without mercy.” Lyn-z follows her story by quickly speeding her hand up.
I’m already so close, it’s pathetic. “Oh…Lyn-z, Jamia! Yes…”


“Oh…yes!” I cry out. Jamia’s writhing under me in a way I imagine Lyn-z saw her.
“S-she played with my breasts…and, god, Frankie, Lyn-z…didn’t slow her harsh pace until, I, oh, I was-am close!”
“Yes…Jay, so good. So dirty and Lyn-z so beautiful and Gerard…” I can’t control what’s slipping from my moaning mouth.


“She was twisting and grabbing the sheets.”
Lyn-z’s hand is velvety soft and encouraging around my rock hard cock. “Oh, Lyn-z, so c-close. Jamia…Frankie, mhmm.”
Lyn-z smiles and kisses me. She guides my hand to her bra clasp helping me to undo it and then letting me palm her perfect breasts while she moans, “Oh, Jay, Frankie. Gee…just like that I kept up until she…”


“Oh! Jay, close…just, oh…you guys…so perfect, Gerard, Jamia, Lindsey! Yes!”
“Yes, Lindsey and Frankie, Gee, oh! I-I’m-.” We both scream out profanities together as we cum.


“FUCK!” Lyn-z and I yell out together. My pulsing cock shoots out on my stomach and Lyn-z’s hand. I hadn’t even noticed in my blissed out state that Lyn-z had started fingering herself on my lap.
“Oh, yes, I fucking love you.” I groan.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck…” she chants.


“Fuck, f-fuck…” I stammer.
“I love you.” Jay whispers.
“Y-yes, me too.” I whimper.


“I love you, Gee…so fucking much. God…” Lyn-z sighs.
We kiss gently, sweetly, still zoned out from our intense orgasms. I grab a tissue to wipe myself and her off and then we scoot under the covers together. I pull her against my chest, stroke her sweaty hair and place gentle kisses along her back. She snuggles closer to me and hums in gratitude.


Jay and I make out tenderly before I finally pull out of her. We move everything off the bed and climb under the sheets together. She lies on my chest and traces her fingers over my tattoos, sometimes leaning forward and kissing one or blowing cool air on them as we drift to sleep.

Notes

The chapter title says it all.
I would love to make this into a complex foursome love story. Man, that would be hard work though...we'll see.

Love,
Dead.Pegasus