Three’s Company

She knew he would be the one to break their streak the moment he walked in the door. He smiled benignly at her and passed her a science fiction book to peruse while he played games with her partner, completely oblivious to her excitement.

He was perfect. Recently single and in need of a pick-me-up, laid-back, and pretty damn cute. Especially when he bent over.

They enjoyed a nice evening together of games and television, and as the night wore on the spare bed was unfolded. She climbed under the covers she had provided for him and delivered the hugs he had been promised as her partner dozed off on the spare couch. One hug led to another and soon they were lying side by side, watching mindless drivel and enjoying the comfortable conversation.

She lay in his warm embrace, idly scratching his head as the television flickered, and wondered how to proceed. He answered by squeezing her tightly, his smile brimming with affection as he let his hands wander the length of her side. She giggled as he brushed the underside of her arm. His eyes lit up. She pinned her arm down, determined not to be tickled. He ran his fingers along her sides, pretending to search for another weak spot. As the hands travelled lower the touches softened until he was caressing the warm flesh of her waist and thighs. Emboldened by the way she relaxed into his touch, he started tracing patterns across her stomach and breathing into her ear in a way that made her tummy flutter. She encouraged him by caressing his free arm, her fingers still playing with his brown hair.

“How about we move to the bedroom?” she whispered in his ear.

He paused, look over at her partner dozing on the couch. “Does your partner let you…?” he asked quietly, his blue eyes earnest.

She gave him a thumbs-up, her smile growing wider now that everything was out in the open.

He followed her obediently into the bedroom, the soft red light of the lamp already waiting to greet them. She gestured to the packet of condoms on the table before crawling under the covers clad in only a shirt and panties.

He lay down beside her, wriggling under the covers until he could wrap his arms around her. They lay there for a bit, just enjoying each other’s warmth and the sweet kiss of skin on skin.

The covers stirred behind her and the bulk of her partner pressed against her back, soft and comforting.

“I thought you were asleep.” She whispered over her shoulder.

“And miss out on all the fun?” he replied, stroking her thigh reassuringly.

The men shared a look before their guest turned his attention back to her, his hand snaking into her hair. Long nails scratched her head, sending tingles down her spine. At her partner’s suggestion he grabbed a fistful of her hair and dragged her head back, lighting a fire inside her. She groaned appreciatively, already tingling as he took charge. He dragged his teeth across her exposed neck, never loosening his grip on her hair. His tight trousers pressed against her cotton panties, a testament to his desire.

His mouth opened, offering her his bottom lip. She took it gratefully, sucking and nipping at it while his hand travelled lower. She gasped as his hand ghosted across her freshly waxed lips, a thousand nerves jolted to life with one touch. Her tongue darted out to meet his, tentative but eager to feel more of him as her hips rolled of their own accord. Skilled fingers trailed over her most sensitive of spots, sending sparks running up her spine. She threw her head back as the fingers zeroed in on her red-hot nub, working it in made her lose her mind, one touch at a time. Her fingers curled into claws, digging into his back and pressing him into her as she savaged his mouth, desperate for more.

She cried out as he complied, her world exploded in pleasure. Under his touch, the man expertly led her from one climax to the next, his fingers dancing across her skin as her whole body spasmed with pleasure. The fire burning inside her grew with each new release until she was aching for him to bury his fingers deep inside her. As if reading her mind, his fingers trailed lower to trace the soft ring that grew steadily wetter with each taunting touch. Maddeningly, he didn’t delve in, instead teasingly tracing a line between the two hotspots until she was growling with lust. Unable to control herself, she sunk her teeth into his shoulder, eliciting an appreciative moan. As a reward, he pressed his digits deep inside her, filling her with ease and dragging his knuckles against her sweet spot. She keened and purred as she felt him stretch her gently. Guttural moans replaced purrs as he tracked down the place that made her eyes roll back, working her mercilessly.

She was so rocked by the intense waves of pleasure that she barely heard her partner ask the man to take her first. The hand disappeared, leaving her hanging on the edge of another climax. Through immense willpower she managed to open her eyes and see the man kneel between her legs, gently stroking himself as he drank in her half-lidded gaze and uncontrollably bucking hips.

“Do you want me to fuck you?” he asked, already knowing the answer.

“Yes.” she gasped, barely able to form the syllable through the rising haze of unbridled lust. Her inner fire exploded from the sight of the man kneeling between her legs, coyly asking permission.

No longer playing, he gripped her legs firmly and hoisted her onto his hips, sliding into her with ease. Her hands twisted in the bedsheets as he found his rhythm, thrusting harder and harder until he was pounding into her with reckless abandon. Not satisfied, he lifted her legs until they graced his shoulders and pressed down into her sweet spot. Her eyes rolled back in her head as every muscle in her body tensed, the pressure building until she couldn’t even scream.

“P-p-p-please…” she mouthed, shuddering uncontrollably as he obliged and pushed her over the edge. She groaned as she tumbled down into the dark waters of sweet release, her whole body pulsing gently as she watched him slide out, confused.

She gasped as he tossed his mane back and ducked his head between her legs, devouring her like a wild animal. Teeth scraped deliciously over burning flesh as he pressed her hips into the mattress. Unable to buck, she buried her hands in his long hair. She gripped the silky strands tangled around her fingers tightly as his tongue slid over her aching nub, pushing her towards sweet release. She shuddered, fire raging wherever his mouth roamed until she was shrieking his name and begging for him to enter her once more.

“Fu- fuck me, please… -FUCK!” she screamed as another climax rolled through her, leaving her limp and gasping for breath.

The man let her catch her breath before pulling her to her knees and facing her towards her partner. He was watching her every move, thoroughly enthralled. A rush of love filled her as she saw the look on his face, and before the man behind had even entered her she had already wrapped her mouth around her partner. The man’s hips slapped into her backside, firm and determined as she sucked her partner greedily. With each stroke she would moan around her partner’s girth until she was gasping for breath, pushed to the edge of climax once more. As the waves of pleasure rippled down her body she darted her tongue down the length of her partner’s rod, unable to get enough of him.

The man gave one final thrust and withdrew, spent. Her partner rolled her onto her back as the man, breathing heavily, lay down beside her. Her man’s copper curls spilled over his shoulders to brush her face as he leant over her, ready for his turn.

“I love you.” she whispered as he filled her, his green eyes dark with desire. Her teeth clenched as his thick rod slowly stretched her to the edge of her breaking point. She breathed a sigh of relief as he carefully started thrusting, her body relaxing to let him in deeper. Her legs clenched painfully against his hips as he hit deep inside, sending sparks flying. Groaning appreciatively, he grinded into her, reveling the way she clenched with each spark. She panted, already feeling pressed to her limit until her partner leant in, his soft lips brushing hers sweetly. At that moment she felt the world shift from mild discomfort into one of pure pleasure. She bucked against his mighty bulk, urging him on as they fell into their own private rhythm.

It was incredible, but it still wasn’t enough. Her tongue moved of its own accord, flicking against her teeth restlessly. She looked over to see their guest rhythmically tending to himself and found herself licking her swollen lips longingly. Gripping his hip, she brought him forward until the man towered over her, his thin triangular frame thrown into sharp relief beside her own man’s broad-shouldered bulk. She took the man into her mouth, hungrily sucking on his half-hard member until it swelled to its full glory again. His brunette hair fell over his face as he reached down to grip her hair. Dark eyes watched her through long lashes as she looked up, sucking eagerly. When their eyes met he gripped her hair and thrust into her mouth eagerly, sliding over her tongue to touch the back of her throat. Tears sprung to her eyes but she ignored it, desperate to get as much of the man inside her as possible.

“Come on her chest…” her partner begged, his creamy skin flushed with excitement as he thrust into her. She moaned as she took the man into her throat once more, determinedly sucking him to the edge. Her partner gasped as she tightened around him at the idea of his warm cream spreading over her skin. The man pushed her down just in time to spill his warm seed across her chest, much to her partner’s pleasure. He redoubled his efforts, pounding into her until he was on the verge of climax himself. Sliding out just in time, he spilled his own seed across her stomach to mingle with the other man’s.

She purred, covered in the warmth of two men, and smiled as they high-fived one another.

Just as she suspected, the man had broken their bad threesome streak.

– J. B. Sutherland

Oh Boy, You’re So Cute.

Clark scrolled through his phone and read out the article. “Things an Alpha male will never hear: ‘Oh boy, you’re so cute and nice. Let me take you home and ravish you.’

Percy interrupted. “Why not?”

“Because Alpha men do the ravishing.” Clark stated.

“And Alpha woman ravish the oh so cute boy.” Jenny chimed in.

“This Alpha stuff is such bull.”

Jenny and Clark exchanged a look that spoke volumes. Both were remembering a night which illustrated their point precisely.

It had happened months ago. Clark, Percy and Jenny had been hanging out when Clark got called in for an unexpected night shift.

Jenny lay down beside Percy, their heads touching as they watched the small laptop screen. He had insisted that she experience his favourite film, so she was indulging him. To her surprise she was actually enjoying it. This had less to do with the comedy and more to do with the fact that every character had a rich cockney accent that just did things to her. It was a strange side-affect but she managed to keep it under control. She smiled to herself as the men spoke at a rapid-fire pace.

Every now and then his short hair would catch on hers and she’d notice the heat radiating from his body. She had a dreamy moment of nostalgia as she remembered the way her old boyfriend would lean their heads together and doze on long journeys. Occasionally their strands caught and entwined, resulting in a small tug that spoke volumes about sweetness and familiarity to her sentimental side.

The film ended and Percy rolled over to face her, eager to see the obvious delight that should be on her face. She nodded, smile still in place.

“Okay, I admit, it’s good.”

“It’s be’er than goo’, it’s brillian’.” He replied in imitation of the character’s accent. Jenny felt her body, already humming with the accents and nostalgia, tune into Percy as he unwittingly used one of her turn-ons.

She mentally chided herself. This was her best-friends mate she was hanging out with. Alone. In a small bed. In a big empty house.

It was just the memory of her ex stirring things. That was all. Besides, the boy was a virgin.

She struggled to pay attention as he chattered away to her about the magnificence of the film. When he turned his head the glare from the screen danced across his glasses, obscuring his big blue eyes.

Jenny also happened to really like square glasses.

He smiled, the dimple in his right cheek making an appearance.

She had no idea what he was saying anymore. His face was far too cute to bother listening to the drivel that fell out of it.

Unable to contain herself, Jenny leant forward and pecked him on the cheek.

Percy stopped talking and cocked his head.

“You’ve got a cute face.” She admitted.

He shrugged his broad shoulders and pecked her cheek in return. “You’re cute all over.”

She decided to take that as a compliment and pulled him into a hug, raining kisses on his cheek. The last fell wide of it’s mark and hit his lips.

Percy flipped over and pinned her to the bed. He hovered there for a few moments, bare torso pale in the laptop light, watching her. The smile was gone.

“You have got to work on your seduction skills.” He decided.

Jenny opened her mouth to object but was silenced by his soft lips pressing against her own.

She melted. Smooth hands ran across her shoulders and face, caressing her lightly. His mouth kneaded against hers, coaxing blood to the surface until her already plump lips were red and swollen with desire.

She ran her hands through the soft blonde bristles that covered his head and down his silky smooth back. His torso was long, longer than any man she’d been with before. She traced her way down to his flared hips that hinted at strong thrusting power.

“So you li’e the bri-ish, huh?” he murmured in her ear. She arched against him and pulled him back into a kiss, swirling her hips against his as he slid his hands down to her waist.

Something was niggling at the back of her mind as she stroked his flank.

Virgin. Right. “Are you okay for this to be your first time?” she asked. “You didn’t want something more special?”

He shook her head.

“Okay. Good.”

The pair stripped down. Percy pushed her back against the pillow and nibbled his way around her breasts, eventually getting the idea of sucking on the sensitive flesh. Jenny encouraged him by running her hands along his shoulders and being extra verbal when he did something good.

Her hands travelled lower as she remembered the sensitive area down the side of his back. She reached down and scratched the no-man’s land between flank and back, enjoying the way it made him tense and lose concentration. She’d whiled away many long car rides stroking the area when he least suspected it and was delighted that it was proving far more exciting than amusing now.

As she ran both hands down the twin hotspots his breathing hitched. He pulled away, rising up to tower over her in all his elongated height. “Right, I’m ready. “ He declared, the accent forgotten.

Mildly disappointed she passed him a condom. He rolled it on far more expertly than most experienced men she knew. Before she had time to wonder he was already sliding inside her. She squeaked as the tip brushed her cervix. He pulled back and entered all the way in again. This time she was ready and reveled in the spark of pain his length caused. He adopted a reliable drummer’s rhythm and soon she was pushing back against him. Each time he leant over to press his lips against hers she arched into him and thrust back harder.

Eager to try everything, he requested doggy. Unable to bear him driving through her cervix each time she tilted her pelvis and gritted her teeth quietly. The angle threw him off and she was able to enjoy the warmth of his smooth chest pressing against her bare back as the he rocked back and forth. Despite the pain his length caused, he was still gentle with everything he did.

Just as Jenny thought she might never find the balance between excruciating pain and mild pleasure he reached around and began to stroke her clit. In the circumstances it was a sweet gesture but not the domination she needed right then.

She pulled away and pushed him onto his back, straddling the confused boy. Planting both hands on his long chest she began to grind against him, brushing him against her cervix to spark off the chain reaction of intensity and slight pain she craved. Finding her pleasure point she raced towards orgasm.

She didn’t realize how loud she was being until she heard her own moans echoing off the walls of the empty house. The boy was quiet, his breath hitching with each movement from her rocking hips as she alternated between sliding on and off his long cock and grinding it into her cervix to accompanying shockwaves of pleasure.

She shuddered and nearly collapsed on him as she came without his help.

Feeling her squeeze around him spurred him into action. He held her hips lightly and began thrusting up from below in his slightly erratic rhythm. She rose off his hips to allow the movement and clenched to see what reaction she got. The breathing hitched again and he resumed at a slightly harder and faster pace. She dug her knees into his side and rocked back and forth as he managed to squeeze a small orgasm from her quivering insides. Emboldened he strove for eight more, driving harder as he gained more confidence with each orgasm he achieved. For the final orgasm he sat up cross-legged and pulled her into a firm embrace, his arms wrapped around her waist to keep her steady.

She leant over to smell his hair as he thrust, running her fingers through the blond bristles as he regained his rhythm. Jenny came with a shiver. Triumphant he gently leant her backwards so he could slip out and manhandle himself to a quick climax.

Depleted, the boy quickly fell asleep. Jenny stayed up a bit longer, admiring his long torso and soft pink lips as she allowed herself to be impressed by the efforts of the former virgin.

She rolled out of bed when she heard Clark come home from his nightshift.

Excited, she ran out to the hallway to tell him that she had successfully taken Percy’s virginity.

“So, how many times?” he asked the standard question.

“Ten. He wanted to make it an even number.” She replied happily.

He smiled his crooked smile and fist-bumped her before she remembered that it was his best mate she was referring to. The one currently asleep upstairs.

Jenny started to explain and apologize but it was too late. Clark had a nasty glint in his eye. He gripped the back of her neck and led her back upstairs to the bedroom where Percy lay asleep.

Marching straight past the unconscious boy he pushed her down onto the spare mattress that Percy was supposed to be using and clamped his left hand over her mouth.

The hand gripping her neck released and yanked down her underwear, exposing her still-swollen lips. Without warning Clark buried two thick fingers inside her and pulled out all his techniques. She jerked and writhed under his touched, the screams building inside but unable to burst past his left hand.

She came in seconds from his brutal administrations, shuddering violently as he continued to press buttons deep inside her without mercy. He added another fingers and stretched her wide, sending a jolt of pain through her lower regions and making her hiss with pleasure as it rolled back, carrying a wave of ecstasy. She came again and again, approaching the ten Percy had so proudly brought her to. As the tenth orgasm rolled over her body Clark added a forth finger, tearing her slightly. She still tried to squirm away to no avail. Clark had her pinned.

With fierce determination he fisted her, smashing the walls between pain and pleasure and sending her spiraling into a strange dark place where orgasms court masochism and dance to the music of the vengeful.

Through sheer willpower she managed to remain conscious as the fourteenth consecutive orgasm was dragged from her helpless body.

Clark released her. She lay on the bed, limp and panting. When she opened her eyes the light was glinting off the man’s unusually sharp canines. She felt her stomach tighten. Those teeth were only revealed through the most devilish of grins.

Amazingly, Percy hadn’t stirred throughout the entire onslaught. Clark’s hand had provided enough of a sound barrier that her cries had been ignored and her writhing had attacked the bed sheets more than the eardrums in her pleasurable agony.

Clark gripped her neck one last time and leaned over her, a stocky silhouette in the dark room.

“I’m better.” He whispered.

His status as the alpha male in the room secured, he rolled over and went to sleep.

Clark turned off his phone and looked at Percy. “You’re just whining because Jen’s more Alpha than you.”

Percy riled. “That is such a load of-“ Jenny dragged her nails along Percy’s hotspot. He whimpered and hunched over, sentence forgotten.

“Oh Percy.” She grinned. “You’re so cute.”

– J.B. Sutherland

Curiosity

Jenny was ill at ease in her own mind. For quite some time now she had been repulsed by the mere thought of her girlfriends fiancé, but through the coercion of her playmate she had allowed herself to be kissed by the man. It was only fair since he was allowing her continual access to his gorgeous fiancé who just happened to be her ex girlfriend. However, the alcohol combined with his gentle approach had broken the icy wall which kept her passionate fires at bay and she had taken control, pulling his head back and biting his lip in a brief blaze of dominance.

Now she wanted more. She wanted to feel that control, that strength and power over another human’s actions and reactions which she felt so rarely and never sought.

She wanted George.

The fact went against everything she had stood for these last few months but she could no more deny herself that than deny herself sustenance. It was a quirk of her personality that while she remained so uninterested and unadventurous in other areas of her life, she burst with curiosity about the men and women she met.

Not what they did, or where they came from.

How they felt, tasted, moved, sounded. How they pleased and received pleasure. Whether they made love or fucked. If they turned red or pink, screamed or became silent, took charge or sat back.

She had her barriers of course. Personality, looks, age. But one by one those barriers were being placed wider and wider apart. And now George had slipped through to the other side.

She had to know.

So she followed her playmate up the wooden stairs to the low-lit bedrooms, George and Evelyn in tow.

She wasn’t nervous. She knew this place well. She liked this place. It had all the essentials and the atmosphere was friendly and relaxed. More importantly, it was a nice ambient temperature.

They chose a room in the corner of a long line, some empty, some with closed doors and quiet occupants. Once the four were inside they closed and locked the door, despite Georges protests. He and Evelyn were used to crowds and onlookers. Jenny didn’t want anyone inviting themselves into their fun though, and Clark knew that.

The four stripped and Evelyn went straight for George’s cock, sucking on it in the manner than had been described as ‘mind-blowing’. Jenny still didn’t understand how anyone could enjoy it so much but she had to admit it was a nice-looking member in the near-darkness. Nowhere near as nice the round curve of Evelyn’s arse as she leant over her fiancé though.

Jenny admired them for a moment before Clark applied his primary move. She let her head fall back as he slid a finger inside her and worked his magic. The world went fuzzy at the edges and dissolved into pleasure and the occasional sound as she closed her eyes. Soon she was lying full-length across the bed, spasming and letting out cries that reverberated off the walls.

What little was left of her conscious brain occasionally alerted her to a particularly delicious cry from Evelyn or the smack of skin against skin. At some point Clark told George, “Go ahead. You can do anything now, she’s gone.” And an unfamiliar cock was presented to her panting mouth. She engulfed it, enjoying the smooth flesh sliding against her wet tongue.

Clark flipped her over so she was in doggy and entered her easily, wet as she was from his administrations. She took the new cock into her mouth once more, careful not to let any teeth scrape it’s tender surface, and sucked powerfully as each of Clark’s strokes pushed her closer to the edge, racing that much quicker from the accompanying twinge of pain from her cervix wall.

The small part of conscious brain made a note about the length and thickness of the cock for use later and filed it under the logical conclusion of ‘George’. As it did so Jenny became aware that Evelyn was beside him. She caressed the woman’s silky thigh and gripped it tightly to illicit a small moan. The woman was dripping. Jenny let her hand travel up her thigh to brush her entrance and slide two fingers inside. The feeling was incredible. She loved the way the slick walls pulsed and squeezed her digits. She shuddered and came from the combined stimuli, George’s cock falling from her mouth as she partially collapsed.

Clark turned her over and dragged her to lie straight across the bed. George lay Evelyn the opposite way on her left side. Like competitors for a single belt, both lay into their woman, trying to generate the most pleasure and showcase their skill. Jenny was well accustomed to Clark’s techniques but nonetheless she was soon screaming and arching as orgasm after orgasm racked her body. Evelyn wasn’t having as much luck, moaning in disappointment as the pain she needed was denied to her. One out of three of her fiancé’s smacks missed and was only so much show and noise. Like the smug bastard he was, Clark leant over and began twisting various tender areas of flesh on Evelyn’s small frame, bringing the woman towards her desperate release.

Taking his cue, George reached for Jenny and stroked her chest and neck. When it failed to create the desired response he tweaked her nipples.

Resigned to his loss, George returned to his fiancé. Clark claimed his victory silently and pulled Jenny to her feet. Evelyn stood and lay down the opposite way and Clark positioned Jenny on top of her so she could face him. Clark offered her his cock and she obliged, sucking the dark member back to it’s full glory as Evelyn did the same from below to George. The pair swapped ends and Clark laid into her doggy-style, pressing her down onto Evelyn’s mouth. She trembled as the woman licked her clit while Evelyn’s fiancé fucked her in missionary. She grew wetter by the second as she watched George’s thick cock slid in and out of the porcelain package and took any opportunity to nip at the exposed clit.

Suddenly Clark was gone and Evelyn was probing her entrance with her tongue. Jenny face-planted beside the woman’s hips, shaking from the skilled strokes.

George had disappeared and Clark was in his place when she managed to raise herself up again. His stocky dark figure was a stark contrast to Evelyn’s pale frame.

The tongue at her entrance withdrew and was replaced by something much bigger. Jenny moaned as George pressed all the way inside her and began thrusting lightly. Too lightly. She tried to press back against him, to get that hard cock deeper inside her and drive it into her cervix but he kept angling it into her front wall, missing everything that drove her wild. She cursed her unusual anatomy and Clark for not informing him of her internal quirk but was unable to form anything except vowels as he managed to stretch her entrance enough to generate some mild pleasure. She scooted back until she was standing, forcing him to remove himself. Her plan was to readjust herself on the bed so she could angle it to her liking but the couple took that as an opportunity for a break.

Disappointed, Jenny watched the couple dress and leave to explore the rest of the floor. Clark locked the door behind them and lay down on the bed properly, inviting her to join him.

She straddled him and was rewarded with a spark of pleasure as he hit her sweet spot effortlessly. She grinded against him, the wild animalistic response breaking through and curling her hands into claws to scratch the bed. She bared her teeth and growled from the bottom of her throat as she rode him, the feline part of her personality taking control for a while.

She was jolted back into normality when Clark stopped thrusting back and offered his wrists. She stared at him in shock. He never gave up control. Even when he claimed he was he still was manipulating her in some way so she would move the way he wanted, even if she couldn’t define it at the time.

She laid a palm over his wrist, pinning it to the bed and waited for the reaction. It didn’t come. She pinned the other, far lighter than many had pinned herself. Still nothing. Cautiously, she bucked, expecting him to buck back.

He closed his eyes.

He really was giving her control.

Jenny leant all her weight on his wrists and rode the man like her life depended on it. She watched in delight and chortled in glee as she pushed the man towards the edge, seeing it write itself across his face. Just as he was about to come, the door opened.

“Well that was boring.” George announced.

Jenny stopped dead, the mood shattered. Clark retrieved his wrists and she glared at the wall, angry at the man for denying her the golden opportunity to fully control the control freak.

“Let’s go for a smoke.” Clark declared, discarded the empty condom and dressing himself.

Jenny remained crouched on the bed, pouting. Resigned, she climbed off, vaguely aware that her insides were still throbbing. Out of nowhere George smacked her arse, hard. Her legs gave out as she came, leaving her gripping the edge of the bed for dear life. George laughed.

“Fuck.” Jenny breathed.

“You guys go for a smoke. Me and Evelyn are gunna check out downstairs.” The couple disappeared once more.

“Fuck George.” Clark muttered. “I was this close.”

“I know. Fuck George.”

“You already did.”

“…fuck.”

Five Years

“Of the two you knew her first. You’re close, but very different.

She is with someone else but there will be a balanced relationship. Enjoy it.”

Five years since her last attempt. Five years since she wrote that letter confessing the feelings she’d hidden for three years. Five years since their first trembling kiss. Five years since their bodies had pressed against each other, bereft of clothing. Five years since she’d left her.

And now she was coming here.

Jenny arranged the pizza plate and brushed down her clothes. It was going to be fine. It was just a simple get-together. A catch up. No reason to stress.

The doorbell rang. She padded across the floor and opened the door, leading the grown woman to their dinner.

She kicked herself mentally when she realized her underwear didn’t match her bra. Too late. Simple catch up. That was all. Stop stressing.

The pair ate the pizza quietly, the big empty house swallowing up their feeble attempts at small-talk. She was at university, she was still a music nerd, she didn’t drink much. All what she had expected.

Pizza finished, they moved to the television and stared at it blankly. The air was so tense. How to break the tension?

Jenny poked the woman gently, getting used to entering her personal space. The woman leant her head against her shoulder. Jenny relaxed as it all came back to her. Few words and awkward silences because the woman spoke with body language.

Jenny stopped worrying and halted her internal ramblings. All she needed was to feel.

She stroked the woman’s hair, enjoying the silkiness and the memory of schooldays spent patting the girl’s dark locks. Long hair cut short, short hair left to grow wild, now finally tamed in a compromise; sheared at the back and long at the front. A waterfall of black hair lightened by a gentle henna fell over the right side of her face.

Jenny admired the face that lifted to the ceiling as she caressed the mind-numbing spot under the woman’s skull.

God she was beautiful. Her mouth still had the same plump lips, a delicate shade of pink that grew red as she grew more excited. Her skin was the flawless white of a china doll. Her eyes were a deep golden brown that forever looked up at her, innocent, coy, pleading. Until they looked down.

When those eyes were looking down at her she couldn’t control herself. The long black lashes and those dark lust-filled eyes sent her over the edge every time in her dreams.

And now she was here. Her. Here, in her big empty house of her own volition.

The seventeen-year-old inside couldn’t believe it.

The woman turned and looked at her with the half-lidded gaze she always developed after a head massage. But this time instead of going to sleep, she leant forward and kissed her.

The seventeen-year-old squealed.

Evelyn, her Evelyn, was kissing her. The girl she had trodden on eggshells around while she desperately tried to get a kiss or more was willingly pressing herself against her. Fuck yes.

Jenny slid her arms around Evelyn’s waist and shivered at the silkiness of her skin. The woman slid her plump lips across Jenny’s, gentle and teasing. Her tongue darted out to meet hers and the pair engaged in the cut and thrust of tongue-dueling.

Jenny felt the nerves in her lips spring to life and cheer with each movement from those swollen lips. Evelyn’s tasted so sweet she could hardly stop herself from devouring her.

Evelyn slid her hands into her hair. Jenny felt the crackle of electricity with each movement of those skilled fingers and moaned, digging her own fingers into the woman’s flesh and gripping her waist. Evelyn keened and bucked her hips.

Inspired, Jenny pulled the woman onto her lap, encouraging her to straddle her slightly larger frame.

Evelyn took the opportunity to slide a hand under her shirt and stroke her stomach. As Jenny leant into the touch the woman slid her other hand around to her back, scratching up and down her spine. Jenny’s body jerked and shuddered with each touch, eyes closed as both hands forced her towards the intoxicating woman.

Evelyn plunged her tongue deep into her mouth. Jenny bit her lip and growled, her hands mimicking the woman’s actions.

Evelyn pushed Jenny’s bra up and rolled one nipple between her fingers. Jenny slid under the woman’s fabric bra and cupped the small breast in one hand, momentarily proud of her own cup size. They were both small in frame but she had the advantage for stature and cup size.

Evelyn however had the advantage for experience. She pinched the nipple and Jenny’s head flung back, colliding with the couch. She giggled nervously and pushed the hands away while she recovered from the sharp spike of pain. The pair took the opportunity to remove their top layers of clothing.

Bare from the waist up, Evelyn pressed against Jenny once more, warm skin against skin. Their breasts squashed together, creating four tasty-looking orbs of flesh. Evelyn pulled back and ducked her head to suck at Jenny’s right breast while her other hand administered to the left.

Her mouth was so soft and wet. Jenny leant into her, trying to feel every inch of that delicious mouth.

Determined to gain the upper hand, she bent over and sucked at the exposed flesh of Evelyn’s neck. When there was no response she sucked harder and bit.

Evelyn moaned loudly and ground against her. Jenny grinned. She’d found a button and she was going to press it.

She gripped the woman’s ribs and squeezed. Evelyn’s head flung back and she cried out, the sound echoing off the walls. She panted, her lips were bright red and her cheeks flushed. When Evelyn looked down at Jenny through those dark lust-filled eyes she had to struggle to contain the shudder that travelled the length of her body and centred at her groin.

Jenny leant forward and bit her breast while she continued to squeeze her way down the side of her body, much to Evelyn’s delight. When she reached the waistband she tried to slip a hand inside but Evelyn stopped her.

“I can’t… tonight.”

Jenny looked up, confused.

“It’s that time.”

Well fuck.

Jenny leant back against the couch. The seventeen-year-old screamed bloody murder.

“I can do other stuff.” Evelyn consented, managing to look beautiful even after delivering such disheartening news.

“You can do me.” Jenny’s roommate sauntered into the room and dropped his bag.

Jenny glanced over. “Evelyn, you remember Clark?”

She nodded, not bothering to cover up her bare chest. She’d made out with Clark in public while her boyfriend watched before. She had no qualms with him seeing her indecent in private.

“It’s that time of the month.” Jenny clarified, partially for Clark’s sake and partially to vent years-old disappointment.

He smiled his crooked smile. The one that, while adorable, never failed to remind her that he was always calculating inside his head.

“We can work with that.” He leant over Jenny and took advantage of Evelyn’s open mouth, sliding a tongue inside as he kneaded a hand into her hair. The man was a miracle-worker when it came to massages. Within seconds Evelyn was almost comatose with pleasure.

“Move aside.” He motioned as he walked around to the front of the couch. Jenny slid to the left as he settled on the right, Evelyn comfortably sandwiched between them.

Clark had dark skin that made Evelyn glow white in comparison, despite areas that were already flushed pink from attention. Following his directions Jenny paid those areas even more attention, placing her mouth on the woman’s breasts and biting hard. Evelyn arched and keened, much to Jenny’s surprise. She bit harder and managed to extract a moan. Clark’s spare hand worked Evelyn’s free breast and the pair managed to get some quite interesting noises out of that gorgeous mouth.

Jenny rose to claim that mouth for her own, sucking and biting the luscious lips. Clark’s hand crept from the breast to her back and scratched white hot trails of pleasure down her spine. She arched into Evelyn and kissed her harder, her hands squeezing her free breasts.

“We should probably take this upstairs.” Clark suggested. “And I need a drink.”

Jenny disentangled herself and ran to fetch some water for the parched group. When she returned she had to hold the stair banisters for support.

Evelyn was rolling her hips, grinding against Clark’s no-doubt swollen cock as they pair passionately kissed, his hands gripping her waist and eliciting desperate moans.

Jenny downed the water and left to collect more fluid and more importantly to collect herself. Her knees felt weak and her groin was on fire. She thought having things done to you was the best sensation she could ever achieve but watching Evelyn move like that was almost enough to make her come on the spot.

Somewhat calmer Jenny returned once more and managed to deliver the water without collapsing, but couldn’t take her eyes off Evelyn’s swollen red lips.

Jenny raced upstairs, fresh energy coursing through her body as her excitement grew. Evelyn and Clark followed at a leisurely pace.

Inside the bedroom Clark collected his cigarettes and instructed them to get warm under the blanket while he stepped out for a quick one on the balcony.

Jenny snuggled under the thin blanket with Evelyn, wrapping her in a warm embrace. The pace and her heart rate slowed as they returned to soft, gentle kissing, mouths caressing each other and sending sparks of electricity through the areas where their skin touched. This was what she remembered. Soft, slow, loving caresses that would build the tension inside her to the point that she was desperate to explode. But the release never came.

The seventeen-year-old inside whimpered.

Evelyn slid a hand between her legs and pressed one of her more obvious buttons.

The seventeen-year-old cheered.

Jenny froze in shock as the hand moved in rapid jerking motions, far more skilled than the girl she’d doted upon five years ago. She panted, the pressure dissipating but the pleasure rising at the firm touch.

She gasped as another warm body slid into bed behind her and a second hand joined the first, guiding it to a spot she didn’t even know she had.

Evelyn pressed her pubic wall as Clark slid a finger inside her and Jenny jerked, unable to buck. She was pinned between two hot bodies pressing ever closer and pushing harder than she would ever dare. It was maddening but at the same time absolutely amazingly intense.

She bit Evelyn’s shoulder and mewled, thrusting back against Clark’s hardening cock. He removed his hand and shifted Evelyn’s away from where she had been intently creating a bruise Jenny would never forget.

Unexpectedly, his other hand slid into her from behind. She cried out from surprise and pleasure as she came, thrusting back against his thick fingers.

Evelyn was smiling, dragging her into a kiss. Jenny went with it, momentarily spent. She lay flat against the pillows as the woman dropped down to nip her stomach. Jenny was embarrassed briefly at the reminder of her imperfect gut beside the toned flat stomach of her dream woman, but she forgot all about it when Evelyn ducked her head over Clark and began sucking.

Jenny sat up, astounded at how incredibly sexy the woman could make a blowjob look. The cock slid in and out of her small mouth, enlarging the penis by proximity and distorting those luscious lips.

Jenny felt obligation give way to desire as she pushed Evelyn aside and engulfed the cock herself. Her lips were already sensitive from Evelyn’s administrations, but the cock pressing into her tongue and past her lips sent the senses into overdrive. She sucked hungrily, licking every inch she could reach and even going so far as to try and deep throat to get more of the sensation.

She pulled back for air and Evelyn leant in, smiling. Taking her cue, both Jenny and Evelyn set upon the cock, which by now was slick and wet with their saliva. Unable to contain himself, Clark pulled the women away.

“Get on.” He commanded Jenny and pulled Evelyn into a kiss.

Jenny straddled the stocky dark man and slid herself gently onto his cock. It went in easily, slick with her saliva and juices.

Always in control, Clark thrust. Jenny toppled forward, her hands falling either side of the man’s head and planting her weight squarely on his hips.

He thrust again and she pressed back, seeing sparks as he hit that sweet spot.

All ideas of regaining control left as she began to buck wildly, desperate to feel that again. Clark gripped her hips and thrust rhythmically, far too slow for her currently desperate state, and he knew it. Each stroke wound her up just short of exploding and left her teetering on the edge of absolute misery and glorious relief.

Jenny scratched and dug her nails into the pillows, trying to control herself, but it just wasn’t enough. She sat up straight and dragged her nails across her chest, trying to jolt herself over the edge.

Evelyn was watching carefully and leaned in suddenly, gripping her nipple in one hand and twisting.

Jenny gasped at the sudden sharp pain and the edge fell away, leaving nothing but pleasure. She came hard, grinding against Clark’s twitching cock even harder to keep the previous purgatory at bay. She fell forward and braced herself as he responded by pounding into her. The world spun away and it became just the pressure inside and the ecstasy Evelyn brought with each twist or vicious bite. She came again and again, waves of pain and pleasure twisting her body into impossible shapes and whipping her head around like a rag doll’s.

In minutes Clark was gripping her hips in that specific way that prevented her from shifting even an inch off and thrust deeply three times, coming inside her. She shuddered as the hot liquid hit her insides, one last small orgasm slipping out of her before she slumped over the man, trying to remember her name.

Evelyn bit her side playfully and Jenny raised her tired head to kiss the woman. Using the last of her strength she lifted herself off Clark and trotted into the small en suite to clean up.

When she returned she had to grip the wall for support and chided herself for having no control.

Clark was idly circling on finger around Evelyn’s clit from the outside of her black underwear, making the woman stretch out and sigh with pleasure. She shuddered as she came and relaxed, eyes closed.

Clark smiled at her and got up off the bed to retrieve a surprise. Still spent, Jenny sat down on the far side of the bed, waiting to recover.

“You like pain, don’t you Evelyn?” Clark said rhetorically.

Jenny smirked. She could guess where this was going.

Evelyn sat up, curious.

“Do you trust me?” he asked, standing over her. She nodded. “Then kneel and close your eyes.”

Evelyn obeyed, shifting her knees and closing her eyes. Her chin was slightly raised, as though trying to track him in the room.

Clark walked behind the partially naked woman and pulled out his riding crop.

Jenny grinned as the first strike landed. It was gentle, and got little reaction. He struck harder. Evelyn bent slightly but sat back up, unfazed. Cocking the riding crop, he pulled back and let fly a proper strike. The result was electrifying. Evelyn arched her back and let out a moan that enflamed Jenny’s groin once more.

With each strike Evelyn arched more and more until she was practically bent over backwards. Clark gripped her hair to hold her at the impossible angle and traced his way from chin to torso and back with the tip of the crop, sensitizing her. The look on her face was of sheer ecstasy.

Jenny was on the edge of the bed, curled up and biting her fingers in anticipation of the next strike.

When it landed the moan was high and loud, jolting straight from Evelyn’s mouth to Jenny’s groin. She spasmed, unable to control herself. The woman could make her come without even touching her.

Clark grinned, well aware of the affect his whipping was having on her. He let fly a few more strikes until Evelyn was begging him to come. With the skill and precision of a sadist he hit her with a crack that ricocheted around the room to her orgasmic cries.

She sank onto the bed, satisfied. Clark continued to trace patterns across her red and welted back with the tip of his crop, cruelly sensitizing her once more until she rose up, desperate for more contact.

He cracked her a few more times, driving her to the point of frenzy. Then the bastard stopped.

Gripping the back of the woman’s head he pointed her toward Jenny ,who was huddled into the corner, and whispered something in Evelyn’s ear. Her eyes flew open and she lunged at Jenny, pinning her to the bed as she ravaged her mouth. One hand gripped her wrist as the other went to Jenny’s neck, preventing her from lifting her head as the woman bit and sucked her way down her torso.

When she reached her hips Evelyn released her pin and gripped Jenny’s waist instead, squeezing. Jenny arched, eyes rolling back in her head as another button was pressed. Her gasp of pleasure transitioned into a scream of joy as Evelyn set the ferocious mouth that had ravaged her lips mere moments earlier onto her fiery clit and buried two slim fingers inside her.

Jenny saw stars and everything went black. Wave after wave of joy, pleasure, ecstasy, a word that has not been invented yet to describe buttons being pressed all at once, poured over and through her body, wiping her mind blank.

Jenny reached a decibel and pitch she never would have considered possible as Evelyn pressed deeper and found three sweet spots at once while she bit her clit. Jenny forgot Evelyn’s name, her own name, and how to breathe.

When she finally could intake air again the seventeen-year-old inside was doing victory laps. This was the moment she had dreamed about her entire teenage life and five years later Clark had made it happen.

Clark leant over her, smiling. She dragged him into a kiss. He pulled Evelyn over and kissed her in turn, then tried to pull the three of them together for a group kiss. Tongues flicked but little else succeeded and Jenny ended up making out with Evelyn while Clark stroked her back and sucked her neck.

A warm happy cloud was drifting over Jenny as she pulled away and lay down. Evelyn lay down on the inside and Clark wrapped an arm around the woman, still smiling.

“Fucking. Awesome.” Jenny breathed sleepily.

“Mmmmhmm.” Evelyn agreed.

Clark lay down beside them and Jenny scooted back so Evelyn could spoon her.

It had taken five years, but it had been worth it. Some things just get better as they mature.

In the back of her head and heart, the seventeen-year-old was ecstatic as the twenty-two-year-old drifted off to sleep in the arms of her ex-girlfriend and ex-boyfriend, fully aware that Evelyn’s fiancé would get all the details tomorrow.

– J. B. Sutherland