Guy Fawkes Night

Thwap

John was awoken by the not entirely unpleasant sensation of a semi-hard girl cock slapping gently against his face. When this is how Riley had woken him on Wednesday, it had taken his brain a few moments to process it, but once he had, staring up at her smiling down at him, he had quickly adapted to the situation and been rewarded for his adaptability with a nice, thick load of hot, sticky cum after a few minutes of licking and sucking. When the same had greeted him the following day, he was slightly quicker to figure out what was going on. Now on Friday it had become almost instinctual: he opened his mouth and mostly just let her do as she wanted.

For her part, Riley seemed to understand on some level that this, while not unpleasant, was still somewhat of an imposition on her half-awake illicit lover and so, at least John guessed, she did her best to finish quickly; he was happy to help out, greedily swallowing her cum as breakfast, but there was a schedule to consider: they both had work.

John reviewed this situation mentally as Riley played with her hard nipples above him, her hips moving slightly, sliding her cock in and out of his mouth. "Ooh, fuck, that's good," she purred. "You're such a good fucking cocksucker, baby."

He smiled at the compliment as well as he could with her cock occupying his mouth. She was already leaking salty pre-cum onto his tongue as she smiled back down at him. "Oh, yeah, fuck, I'm gonna cum, baby," she was almost whispering. "Do you want my cum in your mouth, baby?"

"Mmmhmm," he responded.

"Oh fuck, here it comes, baby," she responded as her hips stopped moving. She reached down with both hands and gripped her cock, pulling it from John's mouth with a lovely "mwah" sound. "Oh fuck... fuck..." she jerked furiously a few times as John waited, mouth open, then, as expected but as always slightly surprisingly, a wad of hot, white cum spurted from her cock head and landed on his tongue, followed moments later by a second and then a third, each slightly smaller and rocketing less quickly, finally dying off to a trickle, which John had to slurp up noisily to keep from dripping down onto his bare chest.

"Ooh shit, fuck," she groaned as she forcefully squeezed out the last few drops of the sticky stuff from her engorged cock head. She sighed, seemingly satisfied, then pushed her hair away from her face. "Fuck, you really are getting good at that," she said.

John sat up and took a second to let what remained of the cum on his tongue slide slowly down his throat. "I feel like you're kind of doing all the work," he replied, "I'm barely even awake yet."

"And yet you're an amazing cocksucker," she replied with a smile, then leaned down to kiss him on the mouth, punctuating the short, soft kiss with an "Mmm." She reached over to the nightstand and picked up John's phone just long enough to check the time. "Fuck," she said, "we gotta get going. I let you sleep way too long."

"Well at least I already had my breakfast," he said, following Riley as she had already hopped off the bed and begun pulling on the suitable-for-work outfit she had brought over the night before and promptly chucked carelessly onto the floor in a pile. By this point he wasn't even going to bother asking what her fiance was making of her absence every night this week: since they had hooked up on Monday, followed by a Riley-induced day off together, she had spent each night at John's without so much as asking.

Not that he minded: she had only briefly left Tuesday evening to fetch clothes for the following day, and by the time John had gotten home on Wednesday evening, she was already there, chilling in her car with an outfit selected for Thursday's work, as well as a small bag containing various girl things which were evidently necessary, or at least preferred, for an overnight stay. Similarly, Thursday night had come and Riley had appeared once again, evidently seeing no need to ask permission.

He hadn't minded then and he didn't mind now as he went about getting prepared for the day at work. It was odd, though, this new rhythm. Surely something was up with her relationship, but he was past asking about it. He assumed her fiance was out of town and that this little situationship, such as it was, would not last much longer, but he was just as happy not to think about it. What's the alternative? Push her about it? To what end? She's right that I should just enjoy it while I can. Besides, with Chloe gone it's not like I have anyone else's feelings to worry about.

For once, John was surprised that his subconscious had nothing to say about the matter as he took his morning piss.

"Aww," Riley said, pushing the bathroom door open and entering, still working her arm into the sleeve of the tight but otherwise plain brown sweater.

He shot her a look that he hoped came off as the correct mix of questioning and playful as his piss stream died down.

"Just disappointed you didn't wait for me," she said, punctuated with a pout, before she moved on to brushing her teeth.

Pretty sure that was one of my toothbrushes she's using, he thought as he finished up. I guess she found the spares no problem. "You could still clean me up," he offered, waggling his dick for effect.

Peh she spat out a glob of toothpaste into the sink. "Sorry, no time. Boss is riding me lately."

"Can't blame him for that," John said, followed with a wink.

"Hee hee," Riley replied sarcastically. "Seriously, though, if I'm late again he's going to get my ass."

"Can't blame him for that, either," John said with a smile.

"Haha," Riley replied, the toothbrush in her mouth distorting her words. "Now get your sexy little butt moving."

"Alright, alright," he said. He stepped out the door, then turned to take one last look at her; even in her modest skirt and sweater, she looked like a model, the outfit which should have been frumpy only somehow accenting what was under it. "So I guess I'll see you again tonight?"

Riley shrugged without turning to face him.

"Unless your fiance is due back? From out of town or wherever he's been this week?"

The pretense that she had not heard him was far from convincing, and so he sighed. "You know, in case there was something you needed to talk to him about? Maybe some bad news you need to deliver to him?"

She spat again, cupped some water in her hand and gargled with it for a moment, then spit that out before turning to face him. "Get going or you're going to be late." She returned his frustrated look for a moment, then added, "I'll see you tonight, now get the fuck out of here."

I need some coffee.

***

Riley had, much to John's chagrin, turned out to be correct about being late. He had arrived a few minutes later than expected, though his subsequent sneaking to his desk proved, unsurprisingly, not to matter a whit. Nobody bothered him about being late or, for that matter, anything else, leaving him free to do what he did best: waste time while pretending to work, making changes here and there to pre-written documents, sending emails for which responses were neither required or desired, and absorbing the company's supply of caffeine.

Between tasks, he fucked around with his phone, trying each time not to be disappointed to hear nothing from Chloe. Maybe I should text her.

For what purpose? his inner voice asked.

You know, in case she... I don't know, just to see if she's doing alright.

And if she's not, what are you going to do about it? the voice responded. Do you think she's going to want you, of all people, to comfort her?

He was growing annoyed with his own thoughts. She said she loved me, he thought back at the voice.

Yeah and then she broke up with you. Actions speak louder than words, my man.

The increasingly frustrating inner conversation was fortunately interrupted by an incoming message from Carrie.

free for lunch?

He looked at the text for a moment, mildly surprised at what appeared to be an invitation from his ex, then fired off a sure in reply.

cool, your treat? ????

He shook his head and chuckled. sure he fired back.

She replied with a link to a nearby place, which, upon opening, seemed acceptable for a short lunch break, and meet you there.

He sent back a ???? and went back to pretending to work.

***

He found Carrie already seated in a booth of the restaurant she'd selected. A half-finished plate of food sat in front of her as she waved him over.

"I started without you, hope you don't mind," she said as he took a seat opposite her.

"I see that," he replied. "What's good here?"

"I don't know," she replied, then, pushing the plate away from herself, "Not this, though. You want the rest?"

He couldn't help smiling at Carrie being Carrie. "The rest of your half-eaten lunch that you just admitted isn't good?"

She squinted her eyes at him, but her annoyance was clearly feigned, her lips subtly curling up into a small smile. "Whatever," she said, "how's things, kiddo?"

"Kiddo?" he repeated, stifling a laugh, "You're certainly chipper today. You get laid or something?"

She scowled at him again, albeit not entirely without playfulness. "Can't a girl just be happy for no reason?"

"A girl?" he said, "Sure. You? Unlikely."

"Ha ha," she said sarcastically, "Maybe I'm just happy a guy is buying me lunch."

"Fair enough," he said. "No luck on the dating front, then, I guess?"

This time her scowl was far less playful, although it was also much more fleeting. "How's Riley?" she answered his question with a question.

"Riley?" he asked, surprised at the topic change.

"Yeah, Riley, you know, the girl whose dick you're in love with?" Carrie said. She picked a fry from her abandoned plate and popped it into her mouth.

"Ha ha," he returned. "You're friends, why don't you ask her?"

She smiled and did a little head bobble. "I could," she said. "Maybe I will. Just wanted to hear it from the horse's mouth. Or I guess the horse's ass in your case."

"You know I haven't actually paid for that lunch of yours yet," he replied, adding mentally, or even been asked about my own by any waitresses. He looked around the place, noticing it was fairly busy. Leave it to Carrie to snag a full booth for her lonesome during the lunch rush.

"Aww, you're such a dick," she said, snapping John out of his musings. "Whatever, I'll just ask her how much she's stretched out your butthole tomorrow."

A middle-aged woman at a nearby table made a face of disgust at Carrie's words, though the latter seemed oblivious to this.

Well I guess her secret hookup is only somewhat secret. "You're seeing Riley tomorrow?" he asked. His stomach growled at him, so he joined her in picking over the fries she had left on her plate, which had now disappointingly grown lukewarm.

She shrugged. "Yeah, probably. Just hanging out for a while, probably. You know, girl stuff, talking about dicks and shit."

The middle aged woman threw her napkin down and got up in a huff, making enough noise in the process that even Carrie seemed to notice, turning her head momentarily before dismissing it and turning her attention back to John.

"Jealous?" she teased.

"Of your girl talk?" he asked. "Not particularly. Isn't it kind of weird that you two are so close, though?"

Carrie made a face somehow triangulating perfectly confusion, annoyance and amusement. "Why would that be weird?"

"I mean," John began, then paused, considering what exactly it was that he had meant before continuing cautiously, "well, I mean, whatever, just... I mean, you know about her fiance, right?"

She shrugged and made another face. "Nick? Uh, yeah, what about him?"

He sighed. "Nothing. Just... weren't you always on me for... well, my... past indiscretions? And you don't seem to be bothered by her very present ones is all."

She looked away for a second, obviously pretending that something else had caught her attention. "Whatever," she said after a moment. "It's not like she's cheating on me. Besides..." she strangely cut off and went back to picking at her fries.

"Besides what?" John asked.

She looked annoyed, her eyes flicking up to meet his while her face remained tilted down toward the plate. "Besides who cares," she said. "It's not like they're actually going to stay together, anyway."

"What makes you say that?" he asked, suddenly very aware of his stomach complaining to him.

"Because they're just not. She's not going to stay with some guy who..." she bit her tongue, just the tip of it poking from between her teeth. "She's not going to stay with a guy she's fucking around on. That's the reason why you fuck around on someone, isn't it? You're not happy with them so you fuck around to find something better." She drew in a deep breath and then blew it out in a show of annoyance, leaning back into the booth. "Or in her case until she finds you. Not sure if that's an improvement. Really seems like more of a lateral move to me, to be honest."

John found his face involuntarily twisting itself into the half-amused scowl that usually accompanied conversations with Carrie. "I see," he said.

"Whatever," she said. "Like I said, she's not cheating on me, so it's none of my business. Just judging based on their interactions, on what I've seen of the two of them."

"You've been hanging around with them a lot?" he asked. His stomach was still complaining to him to a distracting degree.

"Nah," she replied, glancing out the window, "never really wanted to be a third wheel."

He laughed, finding it helped with his stomach, oddly enough. "Now I know you're full of shit. I guess I'd better steel myself for their wedding."

She looked at him incredulously, shaking her head slightly but not saying anything for a few moments. "Should I get dessert?" she asked. "You want some dessert?"

He gave a sort of non-committal gesture as a reply.

"Eh, forget it," she shrugged. "I need to watch my weight, anyway. My ass is getting way too fat."

"Unlikely," John replied.

"Thanks," she responded sarcastically.

"Anyway I'm paying so you should get whatever you want. That's what I'm here for, right? To be a wallet?"

She smiled, a small, genuine smile that she rarely showed the world. "No," she said. "I was just fucking with you, anyway, I'll get my half."

"I don't care, really," John waved it off.

"Just wanted to get out and get some company," she said, once more absentmindedly looking out the window.

"Chloe not around?" he asked.

She turned to look at him again, studying him but saying nothing.

"How is she, anyway?" he asked.

She let out a small, resigned sigh. "How do you think she's doing, guy?"

"I don't know," John began.

Before he could finish his thought, she cut in. "She's fine. She'll be fine without you. Don't worry about it."

He shrugged, turning his focus to a by now completely cold fry which he had picked up but was only idly toying with.

He heard her let out a little sigh and so looked up to find her eyes, somehow softer than usual, studying him. "Really, though, she'll be fine. You're better off with Riley, anyway." She sucked on her lower lip for a second, then added. "You two have way more in common."

"You mean like being fuck ups?" he asked.

She smiled. "Something like that. Sorry, I gotta go."

"No dessert?" he asked.

She considered the question for what seemed like far too long before answering, "Nah, you'll have to settle for ogling my only moderately fat ass. Sorry."

They both smiled for a few moments, and then she signaled a waitress. "Can we get the check?"

"Sure," the waitress, who looked to be fresh out of high school replied before disappearing to another part of the restaurant.

Carrie looked at John with a smile he knew all too well. "And now comes the part where I pick up said check?"

"You said you didn't mind..." she said, her smile only growing bigger.

He nodded and rolled his eyes.

"Thanks, pal," she said, before winking and sliding out of the booth. "See ya. And say 'hi' to Riley for me."

John's stomach grumbled as he pulled out his wallet.

***

"You know, if you just gave me a key, you wouldn't have to wait for me to get undressed."

Riley's face, hidden partially behind big, dark sunglasses that struck John as being unnecessary for the dark gray sky, was impossible to read. He puzzled for a second over whether she was joking or not before returning his attention to the front door of his house, unlocking it and gesturing for her to enter.

"And I guess if I gave you my PIN number you could order us some dinner, too," he replied as he shut the door behind them.

She pulled her sunglasses off and, looking him directly in the eyes, replied. "Not a bad idea, actually." A smile, which spread across her face in the split second before she turned and continued into the living room, undoing the buttons on her sweater as she went, was of no use in determining the seriousness of her oblique request. "But you should know it's just 'PIN', not 'PIN number'," she added, "Unless you actually meant 'personal identification number number'."

"Yeah, right," John said, mildly amused, "whatever the thing is called that you put in the ATM machine."

"Ooh, ATM," Riley said. She tossed her sweater aside, now wearing only a business- if not weather-appropriate button-down top and a modest skirt. "Now we're talking." She drew him into a deep kiss, her arms wrapping around his waist.

He reached around behind her, his fingers gliding down over the smooth curve of her ass until the reached the hem of her skirt, then slipped under it, pushing her skirt up as they went.

He was already starting to grow hard when she pushed away from him, smiling. "Buy a girl dinner first?"

"Yeah, why not order something?" he said. "I could eat a horse after today's lunch date, and I'd rather you not burn the house down trying to whip something up."

Her smile disappeared momentarily before she managed to resurrect it, albeit not entirely convincingly. "Lunch date?" she asked.

"Yeah," John answered as he flopped down on the comfy chair in the living room. "Well, lunch with Carrie, anyway. I don't think she really qualifies as a date."

"Oh," Riley replied. She moved around to the front of the couch and took a seat. "Did you run into her or something?"

He took a moment to try to parse her intentions, but she had hidden them away under an expression of feigned disinterest, pulling her phone from her purse and pretending to look at something on it while watching him from the corner of her eye.

"Nah," he answered, trying not to sound too wary, "she just wanted to hang out. She said you two were going to hang out tomorrow. So I guess tonight's the last night of this little affair?" He indicated with a half-assed finger gesture the two of them.

She shrugged, no longer able to continue the charade of looking at her phone. "Yeah, I mean, just girl stuff. You wouldn't be interested."

John shrugged in return. "So, what are you in the mood for?" he asked.

"We should go out," Riley responded immediately. She looked as if the words had startled her as much as they had John with their suddenness.

"Uh, sure," John stammered. "I kind of figured you would want to stay in and... well, you know. But sure, why not? Where would you like to go?"

"I don't know," she said, visibly considering it, then, "Somewhere with a bar."

"You're looking to drink some tonight?"

She smiled a strange little smile at what had seemed like an obvious and innocuous little question. "Something like that."

***

Grrrgh

The ginger ale that John had already finished was doing very little to appease his stomach, which was by that point quite insistent that they go somewhere else for dinner. The grumble of that stomach, while almost embarrassingly loud to John, seemed to be inaudible, at least to Riley's ears as she sat, nursing a rum and coke, next to him at the bar that she had assured him would have food.

"If you were a bartender, do you think you would get annoyed if people hit on you?" she asked, her eyes blatantly following the guy behind the bar, a solidly built blond fellow who looked to be just into his twenties as he poured something clear out of a bottle and into a cluster of plastic cups while a group of girls who John judged had managed to slip in without being carded waited, excitedly chattering to one another. At least they seemed excited. There was little more chance he would be able to hear their words over the commotion in the place, which looked to be mostly populated with girls like them and a roughly equal number of their male counterparts, than there was he would get something solid in his stomach before he managed to convince Riley to find another establishment.

"At this point in my life," John responded, "not only would I not be annoyed, or flattered even, but probably convinced it was some kind of scam. Probably someone trying to get a free drink out of me."

"Huh?" Riley responded, seemingly only reluctantly redirecting her gaze back to John. After a second in which John could see the gears turning in her head, she continued, "Oh, right. But, like, what if you were..." she paused, evidently thinking better of where her sentence was headed. "I mean, just generally, do you think bartenders get hit on a lot?"

He shook his head, her cuteness almost making up for his annoyance. "I don't know, probably," he said. "The girls, anyway. The guys maybe, depends on what they look like, I suppose. A guy like that..." he nodded towards the bartender, who had finished up pouring and was currently partaking in a round with the customers for whom he had poured, in lieu of finishing the sentence.

She followed his gaze, nodding along to his answer without a verbal response.

"Or you could just ask him. See for yourself if he's down to clown," John added. He took another drink of his ginger ale in a vain attempt to make his stomach stop complaining, nearly finishing it.

"I..." Riley started, then, after a slight pause, turned her attention back to John. "I'm sorry. I'm being a stupid bitch. Just seeing all these hot young people, I guess."

He responded with an inquisitive look. It was not intended to be withering, but her reaction seemed to indicate she found it so, nevertheless. She turned back to the crowd of girls around the bartender, who appeared to be laughing at something he had said, although there was no way to determine what over the ambient noise. "You'd fuck them, right?" she said.

"What?" he responded, prompting her once again to turn her eyes onto him.

"Those girls over there. You'd fuck them, right? They're hot, right?" she asked.

"Not without seeing some ID first," John responded.

She shrugged it off. "How about the bartender?" she continued. "Pretty good?"

John looked at the bartender, who had now returned to his duties, cleaning up the other end of the bar from where John and Riley sat. He wasn't bad looking; he had the build of an athlete of some sort, his biceps straining the dark t-shirt he wore, and his face was alright, although nothing to write home about. John could see what the girls apparently saw in him, though it didn't do anything in particular for himself. "That guy is straight," John replied.

"Pff," Riley scoffed. If she had meant it to come off as playful, she had failed. "Whatever," she said. "I wasn't asking whether he would fuck you or not." She looked past John, visibly surveying the patrons for a few seconds before indicating one with a slight motion of her head. "How about him?"

She had indicated a young guy with black hair, close cropped on the sides and slightly longer on top, dressed in an open button down over a t-shirt advertising what John could only guess was a band of some sort and a pair of jeans tight enough to leave little to the imagination.

"Straight," John replied.

"No, no, no," Riley shook her head. "Bullshit. Look at that bulge."

John had to chuckle at this. "What the fuck are you talking about?" he asked. "How are you judging orientation from a bulge? Eyes, maybe. Bulge? No."

She shrugged. "You tell me, you were the one checking it out."

"Have I ever mentioned how fucking weird you are?" John asked. He poured the last few drops of his ginger ale, now mostly melted ice, into his mouth and put the empty plastic cup it had been served in down on the bar.

Her lips curled up into a playful little smile. "Good weird or bad weird?"

Her turn of phrase annoyed him for reasons he did not wish to inspect and so instead turned his attention to flagging down the bartender. He had little hope of success as the bartender in question appeared to be quite occupied serving an attractive brunette at the other end of the bar.

"Whatever, you love it," Riley said, evidently unfazed. She picked up her rum and coke and threw it back. "Let's get fucked up," she said as she put the little plastic cup down and began signalling for another.

"Weren't you the one who called in sick with a hangover earlier this very week?" John asked as a response.

She gave him a scowl which he guessed was intended to be playful, though it did not entirely come off as such. "Can't cheat on my boyfriend, can't get fucked up, when did you join the vice squad?" she asked, her voice slightly too cutting.

He shrugged. "You do you," he said. "No judgement from me. I'm in no position to lecture you."

"Hmph," she replied, "Sounded a bit like judgement to me..." She looked around the bar. Before he had time to properly formulate a verbal response, she continued. "What about them? You think he's gonna get it in tonight?"

John followed her gaze to a table off to one side, populated by a regular rainbow of college-aged girls, a blonde, two shades of brunette, and a girl with black hair that John surmised was some sort of Hispanic; all were dressed inappropriately for the weather but just right for picking up a guy. Standing before them was a guy who appeared to be roughly their same age, the picture of a frat boy in a polo shirt and khaki shorts, beer in hand as he gestured along to some story he was telling. The story was of course inaudible at this distance, but the girls seemed to find it interesting enough, their eyes on him. "That guy?" John asked.

"Yeah," Riley answered. "What are his chances, you think?"

John considered for a few moments, studying their expressions while trying not to be obvious about it. "With the blonde, one in three. Light brown about the same, but only if the blonde passes. Dark brown's uninterested, probably has a boyfriend. Hispanic girl I can't read."

"You think she's Hispanic?" Riley responded.

"I have no idea, just guessing," John replied.

"Why do you think the one has a boyfriend?" Riley asked.

John never got a chance to answer because as soon as he opened his mouth to release a torrent of half-baked Holmesian observations, he was cut off by an excited "Riley!" Turning to face the source of the voice, he found a blonde girl, looking to be in her early or perhaps mid-twenties, arms outstretched as if expecting a hug. Those arms were bare, the girl evidently keeping warm from the cold with a puffy vest, complete with a furry hood only barely visible as it was down over a sleeveless top; a short skirt and long boots completed the ensemble, making John question for the umpteenth time if women perhaps experienced cold weather differently. In the hand attached to one of her thin, outstretched arms, she held a plastic cup filled with some neon-pink concoction, the sight of which alone brought to John's mouth an unpleasantly syrupy sensation.

"Melody!" Riley replied in a parody of the girl's greeting. Her interlocutor either did not perceive or did not process the sarcasm, which, to John anyway, was quite apparent, perhaps even excessive, as she scurried over and made good on her threat of a hug.

"Oh my god," the girl said, one arm still wrapped around Riley, the other holding her drink precariously away from them both. "I can't believe you're out. You never come out with us."

John caught something of a mildly amused grimace on Riley's face just before Melody pulled away from the hug.

"And you must be Nick," the girl said, daintily extending a hand in a way that evoked confusion in John. Was he supposed to shake it? Kiss it? He did not have time to make a decision, as she rapidly pulled it back, gesturing with it while she continued, "Oh my god, Riley, I can't believe you've never introduced us."

"Believe it," Riley managed to get out before Melody continued talking.

"It's so good to meet you," she said. "Riley never comes out with us, she never talks about anything. It was like, just sooo hard to even get her to say she's engaged. So I'm just like..."

"Nice to meet you," John cut her off. "Not actually Nick, though. I'm John. Melanie, was it?"

The girl's eyes grew wide. "Oh my god," she said, turning her attention to Riley. "Why didn't you tell me? I'm like so embarrassed." Without missing a beat she returned her gaze to John. "It's MeloDY, actually. Like D as in, uh..."

"As in she loves the D," Riley offered, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "We work together. Melody, this is John, a friend of mine. John, MeloDY."

Melody giggled, showing off long, elaborately painted pink fingernails as she placed her hand over her mouth. "Oh my god, Riley, you're so bad," she said. Despite addressing Riley, her eyes were focused on John, which he had to admit was both slightly unnerving and exciting. She was a very pretty girl, and as John tried to escape the gaze of her blue-gray eyes, he found his own eyes could only make it as far away as the ample chest her top was doing little to hide.

"Not wrong, though," Riley offered, punctuating her transparently annoyed utterance by finishing off her drink.

Melody either did not register this comment or took it in stride, her eyes still fixed on John. "So I guess since this isn't your fiance, he's fair game," she said, continuing to address Riley without throwing her so much as a glance. "Unless," she continued, "you're also secretly attached?" Her lips pursed into a scandalous little kissy-face as she asked, her tone faux-innocent.

John shot Riley an inquisitive look past the girl; she responded only by rolling her eyes before turning her attention to the bar and trying to signal the bartender.

"Oh, no," John responded, "I make no secret of my lack of success with women."

Melody giggled again as John got up to offer her his seat. "That's funny," she said, taking the seat. "You're funny. I bet you get lots of girls."

John thought he could hear the sound of Riley rolling her eyes behind Melody as she waited for her next round.

"Unless you're, like, not into girls?" Melody continued, seemingly oblivious to Riley's irritation. "I mean, that's cool, too."

"Oh, girls, guys," John replied, wishing he could take a seat, "I don't discriminate when it comes to being rejected."

She giggled again, a reaction that John found both inappropriate for how amusing his responses had actually been and also endearing. Riley's face told him she agreed only on the former.

"What are you drinking?" he asked, hoping to change the subject from his dating life.

"Oh, this?" she said. "It's soo good, you want to try it?" She offered him the cup.

The bright pink concoction would have been off-putting even when John's stomach wasn't grumbling for something solid. "No, thanks," he said, "I'm good."

"Are you not drinking?" she asked, her expression one of utter disbelief. When his only response was a shrug, she continued, her voice far too energetic. "Boo, come on. Let's get drunk together. You can tell me all about Riley's dirty secrets."

Riley's face had changed from mere annoyance to pure consternation. "If I get drunk, how am I gonna drive you home tonight?" he asked.

Melody's face betrayed a level of interest that John felt was incommensurate with his cleverness. "Oh my god," she said, bringing her hand up to her mouth, "you're so bad, too."

"Riley's drinking, though," John added, meeting her eyes over Melody's shoulder, "I'm sure she'd love to join you."

Riley scowled.

***

"What's a Chappell Roan? Is that like a band, or, like, a guy?"

"Oh my god, you're serious? Tell me you're joking. God, you're so funny." This time Melody said those words, which by John's estimation was at least the hundredth time since meeting her, was notable mostly because it was accompanied by her hand on his arm.

A classic move, John thought to himself, although I wouldn't be surprised if she really did need somebody to lean on after those drinks. Melody was on her third drink since she'd first come over; he was not going to ask how many of those vile-looking little pink elixirs she had downed before that. For her part, Riley was keeping up, although she had not-so-covertly switched back to rum and coke after she'd barely managed to get Melody's drink of choice down once.

John himself had stuck to ginger ale, and while he was sure this was a good move in the long run, his sobriety was making him acutely aware of the dynamics: Melody was finding John far more charming than he was being while Riley contented herself with getting drunk. As much as he would like to have extricated himself from the situation, Riley had oddly not given him much of an out, evidently preferring to keep her mouth shut when it wasn't occupied with alcohol. The ginger ale was also not doing much to quiet his complaining stomach.

As if on cue, his stomach rumbled loudly. "Oof," he said, "sorry about that."

"Aww, somebody's got the rumbly tumblies," Melody said without a hint of sarcasm.

This elicited a look from Riley over Melody's shoulder, but no verbal response, so John grabbed what looked like a tempting opportunity. "Yeah, maybe Riley and I should get going," he said, even starting to rise from the barstool. As he did so, another patron passed by him, brushing him on the arm and taking up a position at the bar beyond Riley; the stools were all occupied, so he merely squeezed in between her and the girl in the next seat, who was occupied with a conversation and so did not seem to take notice at all of his presence as he signaled to the bartender.

Riley, on the other hand not only noticed, but turned in her stool, looking up into his face. "The service here sucks," she said, drawing this newcomer's attention to her. "Let me help." She rose slightly from her seat and motioned half-heartedly with one hand. As if by magic, the bartender seemed suddenly to have regained his sight and he came over quickly to take the newcomer's order.

John watched as the guy ordered. He seemed to be in his twenties at latest, if not still in school, then freshly out of it. Not a bad-looking guy, if not John's type, well-built with close-cropped blond hair. His outfit, almost a recolor of the frat guy's from earlier, told John he was probably not kicking back after a week at the office. "Thanks," he said as the bartender retreated, leaving a plastic cup full of frothy beer, "thought I was going to be waving that guy down all night."

"It helps to have tits, I find," Riley replied. John thought he caught a look from her before she returned her gaze to this new guy.

"Maybe I should flash him these next time," the guy said. He flexed his pecs a couple times, making them bounce under his polo shirt.

"Ooh," Riley responded, this time definitely shooting John a look, "that would definitely help."

What is this pressure behind my eyes? John thought. Is this honest to god jealousy I'm feeling?

He never got a chance to answer his own question, as a moment later his thoughts were interrupted by Melody. "Maybe it's better you're not drinking, then," she said. "The last time I drank on an empty stomach, I got, like, soooo messed up."

"Oh yeah?" John responded, trying unsuccessfully not to watch as Riley stole a sip from her new conversation partner's cup as she listened to him explain he was just out with "the boys" and would not be missed by hanging around the bar a bit longer.

"Hey," the guy said, "stealing my beer now?"

"Consider it a finder's fee," Riley said.

"Yeah so you go to school here?" the guy asked. "I haven't seen you around campus."

"It's a big campus," Riley responded. She shot a look at John, then continued, "Anyway I don't get out much."

"Oh one of those nerdy girls," the guy said. "Cool, cool. I'm into nerdy girls."

"Oh are you now?" Riley replied.

"... so so much for that friendship, I guess, but whatever, she was a fake friend, anyway. And a bad kisser."

"Huh?" Melody's words brought John's attention back to her.

"I mean, she made out with me," Melody continued, evidently oblivious to the fact that John had missed the bulk of her story, "but that's what happens when you drink tequila on an empty stomach, I guess."

His brain went into overdrive, rapidly trying to reproduce Melody's words which had not registered earlier, but coming up blank. "Well if every time I drank tequila on an empty stomach I got to make out with a beautiful girl, maybe I should order us a bottle," he said.

She giggled again. When she had settled herself she added, visibly trying and failing to play coy, "Maybe you should."

"You said this friend of yours was beautiful, right?" he said, adding a wink.

"Hey!" she replied, feigning anger.

"I'm just messing with you," he said. "I can't be too complimentary or you'll think I'm trying to pick you up, right?"

He couldn't help noticing Riley shoot him a look while her interlocutor continued talking about something John had lost the thread on but seemed to involve frat life.

"Would that be so bad?" Melody replied. Her hand, resting on the bar, crept closer to his own.

"Barkeep!" John gestured towards the bartender, knowing it was futile, "Tequila shots over here!"

He was not surprised to see the bartender ignore his facetious request, even under the assumption that it had been audible, but was surprised, though in immediate retrospect considered that he should not have been when Melody took the opportunity to get up and wave the bartender over for herself, her jiggling apparently cutting through the noise better than John's voice had. "Tequila shots!" she requested enthusiastically when he came.

"Three," she responded without questioning those around her.

To John's mild surprise and greater pleasure, the frat bro seemed to take the hint, though John doubted Melody had even meant to give one, that he should fuck off back to his bros, leaving Riley to turn theatrically back to John and Melody with a look somewhere between amused and annoyed on her face. "I guess we're catching a cab home tonight, after all," she said.

John did not get a chance to respond, as Melody began cheering "woo" as the bartender poured three shots of tequila. No sooner had the glasses been filled than Riley had grabbed one.

"Cheers," she said, raising the shot glass. John and Melody followed suit, raising their shot glasses before all three downed them in one go.

That burning sensation in your throat might be a warning of some sort, the little voice in John's head reminded him as he looked to Melody, who seemed to have struggled to get the shot down but was no less excited for it when she'd shaken off the effects.

"You know what might be fun?" Riley asked. Her tongue played on her teeth for a moment while the others, including the bartender, who had stuck around with the bottle, turned their attention to her.

John offered up only an inquisitive look as a response.

"Body shots," Riley answered her own question.

"Oh, yes, totally!" Melody responded, her voice shifting into an excited squeal, "Body shots!"

"So I guess by that reaction, you're volunteering to take the first one?" John asked. The tequila was still burning a bit in his stomach, hardly improving its otherwise empty condition.

"Mmmhmm," she responded happily as, behind her, the bartender had already begun slicing a lime. He set a shaker of salt up on the bar alongside a shot glass full of tequila and then, taking a slice of lime in between his fingers, extended it past Melody in John's direction.

Before John could take the slice, Riley snatched it away, leaving both John and Melody a bit surprised. "Well," she said, undoing a button on her shirt, "you going to salt me or not?" Having undone the top few buttons on her shirt, she was able to loosen it enough to expose most of her shoulder, revealing the black strap of her bra.

Without any hesitation, Melody took the salt shaker, pour some salt into her cupped palm, and then transferred the salt to the base of Riley's neck as Riley slipped the lime between her own lips. John and the bartender both watched as Melody downed the shot, put her lips over the salt, sucking it up, and then moved, all in one instant to Riley's lips, where she took the lime with her own. Their lips remained pressed against each other for a few seconds before she pulled away with a smile. "Mmm," she giggled, "I haven't done that in, like, sooo long."

"Oh yeah?" John asked. He noted the bartender was focusing more than was probably necessary on wiping down the bar.

"Yeah, not since, like, graduation," Melody replied.

I hope she at least means graduation from a university, John thought to himself.

"So who's next?" she continued excitedly. Her eyes jumped from Riley to John.

"You're up," Riley answered for him. The bartender had already poured the shot glass, and John had no time to argue before Riley had picked it up and thrust it towards his face.

"I guess that means I'm on lime duty," Melody said without a hint of reluctance. She dutifully salted her neck and gripped the slice of lime between her lips, which were curled up into a smile.

John took a look at Riley to confirm, who just smiled and gave him a little "go ahead" motion with her head.

Here goes, he thought, throwing back the shot. It somehow burned just as much as the first one had. He tried to focus on anything other than how nice the skin of Melody's bared neck felt against his lips as he sucked up the salt, failing not to linger slightly too long against her warmth before moving on to the lime. Don't make it weird, he told himself, pointlessly, it turned out, as the lime was immediately followed by Melody's tongue, pushing into his mouth and giving him an intoxicating taste. He couldn't help noticing the way her hand lingered on his torso even as she pulled away.

"Wow," he said, stifling more than a cough.

"Good tequila, huh?" Riley asked, amused.

"It's got that, uh, good burn, you know?" John replied before letting a hot breath of air burn its way up and out through his nose.

Riley replied with a smile, but her verbal response was cut short by Melody extending her hand, gripping a shot glass in front of her face. "Riley, Riley, Riley!" she was almost singing, "Time for yours!" As Riley took the glass, Melody picked up the salt and lime, one in each hand. "So...?"

Riley took the lime with one hand and gracefully, if a bit roughly jammed it into John's mouth; with her other, she took the salt and practically slapped it into John's hand, her eyes locked onto his.

"Aww," Melody harrumphed playfully. "I guess this is going to be another one of your secrets."

Riley turned her head back to Melody and considered her for a second. "Is this how they do body shots nowadays?" she asked. "Tsk, tsk," she shook her head. "Kids today." She extended her free hand to Melody's shoulder and gently pushed her back until the girl, a somewhat bewildered look on her face, was nearly lying back on to the stool that Riley had recently vacated. That accomplished, Riley then moved her hand quickly down to the hem of Melody's top and pushed it gently up, exposing her taut little tummy which, John noted, proved to be the same lightly tanned color as the rest of her smooth skin, before pouring what would fit of the tequila into the girl's belly button.

"Eee!" Melody squealed at the sensation, sending some of the liquid dripping down her side, but before she'd had a chance to properly protest, Riley planted her lips onto the girl's midsection and loudly slurped up the drink before throwing her head back wildly, a shit-eating grin on her face, then turning and theatrically licking the small patch of salt John had been busy trying to place at the base of his neck, finishing with a deep and very tongue-heavy kiss on his lips.

"Oh my god," Melody practically squealed, hopping back up to her feet as Riley broke off the kiss, her eyes locked onto the thoroughly befuddled John's. "You're so crazy!" Melody managed to squeal excitedly before Riley planted a kiss on her mouth as well; this one lasted quite a bit longer, their tongues becoming visible outside their mouths as they made out.

John felt a sudden but not unpleasant jolt when Riley's hand jumped to his crotch a moment later. She pulled away from the kiss and planted another onto John's mouth.

"Ahem," the bartender interrupted, John pulling away from the kiss instinctively. "Whose tab is this on?"

"This guy," Riley jerked her head in John's general direction.

"Alright, great," the bartender replied, mildly annoyed but not entirely able to suppress his amusement. "Because you're about to close out. Take it outside, alright?"

"Gladly," John replied, already reaching for his wallet.

***

"You know it's only in the US that a person has to bother with the pretense of a brown bag at all," John said. The pretense, thin as it was, seemed to be holding as the three of them wandered down a the street, having picked up another bottle of tequila from a nearby liquor store before once again setting off, with no particular destination in mind, down a street populated by what mostly appeared to be kids from the local university.

"Ooh, you're so international," Riley teased, licking her lips as she pulled the bottle away from it and handed it to Melody. "Are you allowed to drink on the street in Thailand?"

"You've been to Thailand?" Melody asked, her face a portrait of excitement.

"Oh, yeah, just once," John shrugged off the question.

"So do you, like, speak Thailandish or whatever?" Melody continued.

John tried to ignore Riley's drunk but unmistakably mocking look. "Can't say that I do," he answered, which appeared to amuse Riley, who took the bottle back from Melody and took another healthy swig of it.

"So, like, what were you doing there?" Melody asked.

John looked away, trying to interest himself in the foot traffic. Unfortunately, they seemed to have passed beyond the young person zone of the street and into a less populated region consisting largely of businesses, their windows darkened for the night.

"Yeah, tell us all about it," Riley teased, meeting his eyes while wearing a wicked smile.

"Oh, you know, just screwing around mostly," he brushed off the question, quickly pivoting to another topic. "I think we're past all the bars."

"That's ok," Riley responded. "Weren't we looking for a cab, anyway?"

"Calling it a night already?" John asked, unable to suppress a smile entirely.

"Not at all, old man," Riley responded. "I just thought we might want to go somewhere... quieter?"

"Well, wherever we go, I hope they have a toilet. I need to tinkle so bad," Melody, walking between the two of them, interjected.

Riley stopped suddenly, prompting the other two to follow suit and turn their attention to her. "There's a perfectly good alley right here," she offered, indicating a dark but not entirely blind alley; a dumpster within would provide cover from any passersby for anyone taking a leak.

Not a bad spot, actually, John conceded mentally, feeling suddenly very full of liquid.

"Oh my god, Riley, you're so bad," Melody replied, a playful smile stretching across her face.

"Whatever," Riley shrugged. "I kind of actually have to piss, too." She turned and strode into the alley, then disappeared behind the dumpster. A few seconds later, the sound of a stream of liquid hitting the ground could be heard.

Melody turned to look at John as if for confirmation, although he was unsure of what. "You know how girls are," she said after a second, "when one of us goes, we all have to go." And with that, she slipped away to behind the dumpster.

It perhaps should not have come as a surprise when the next sound to come from the alley was not that of another stream of liquid but rather a shriek from Melody. "Oh my god! Riley, you... you have a... oh my god!"

Should I just stand here and keep watch? John thought.

You're really going to just stand here? the voice replied. We both know that's not who you are.

We do both know me pretty well, he conceded. He made one last check to see that nobody was around and followed the girls into the alley. There he found, to his own lack of surprise, an even more dumbfounded than usual looking Melody, her mouth slightly agape, her eyes transfixed on Riley, specifically on her dick, which she was shaking the last few drops of pee off, having hiked up her skirt and pulled her panties down.

"A dick?" Riley finished her interlocutor's earlier question, eyeing her with amusement. "A pecker? A Johnson?"

"Uh huh," Melody replied, then suddenly seemed to snap back to reality. "I just... wow, I'm just surprised is all. I don't mean... like, it's cool. I just didn't think you... wow..."

"It's a pretty good one, huh?" John chimed in.

It was not until that moment that the girl seemed to have registered his presence at all, blinking and turning to look at his face. "Oh... uh... yeah, I mean..." she started giggling. "It's so much bigger than..." she giggled again, not finishing her sentence.

"Well, are you just going to stare at it, or what?" Riley chided the girl, a slight smile twisting up the corners of her mouth.

Melody returned the smile twofold. "Can I...?" she asked.

"Can and should," Riley replied.

In response, Melody moved towards her, reaching out, cautiously at first, and taking hold of Riley's cock in one hand. When her fingers had wrapped around it, she visibly relaxed, letting out a little sound somewhere between a giggle and a sigh.

Riley drew the girl in towards herself and the two locked lips, a passionate kiss, eyes closed while Melody's hand began slowly jerking Riley. When they broke off the kiss, Melody seemed to have completely come to her senses. Without another word, she lowered herself to the ground and took Riley's cock head into her mouth. Her hand continued to work its way up and down the shaft in a slow but steady rhythm while her lips explored the head. John could only stare in surprise, feeling his own cock harden in his pants as Melody's tongue and lips played over the head of Riley's cock.

"Well, are you just going to stand there like an asshole?" Riley interrupted John's wordless thoughts.

Melody took her lips off Riley and turned her face up to John, then quickly back to Riley, then back to John. "Yeah, come on," she said in the same carefree tone one might take on to encourage a friend to take a swim.

Yeah, come on, the little voice in his head concurred.

His hands moved without any conscious effort, efficiently loosening his belt and, a few moments later, freeing his now almost entirely hard member from his slacks.

"Oh, wow," Melody reacted, reaching out with her free hand to take hold of it, "nice. It's like, even bigger." Without further hesitation, she opened her mouth and took him in. Her hot, wet tongue playing on the underside of his shaft sent shivers running up his spine.

Riley stepped closer, pushing her cock head into Melody's cheek insistently. She must have understood the silent request as she immediately turned and started sucking Riley again while jerking John, spreading her own spit up and down his shaft a few times before switching back.

John looked to Riley and found her smiling back at him. She turned her attention to Melody, who responded by opening her mouth and drawing both cocks together over her tongue. She rubbed them against each other, twirling one head around the other while teasing both with her tongue.

"Mmm, fuck yes," Riley purred. John's hand found its way to Riley's backside and she responded to his touch by turning her attention to him and kissing him deeply.

John felt Melody's tongue stop and he looked down at her, only to find her smiling, a cock in each hand, back up at him. "Oh, you two are so cute," she said. Something about the nature of her compliment combined with the situation made him laugh.

"Suck," Riley responded, using her hand to guide Melody's mouth back onto her own cock.

He could feel the cum slowly but surely growing more and more insistent on being released as Melody continued switching back and forth, somehow impeccably sloppy in her tongue movements, teasing hole and shaft and head, back and forth between the two of them, stopping to rub their cocks together periodically, each time sending some new, fresh pleasure coursing through him. Thank god for dark alleys, he thought.

"Hold on," Melody interrupted John's worries about someone perhaps passing by and getting more than an eyeful. "I really do have to pee, though."

"Go ahead," Riley answered, "Nobody's stopping you."

Melody looked at her interlocutor with a curious expression for a moment before shrugging, taking her hands from their dicks, and replying "Ok" with a bubbly smile. She stood up a little, just enough to allow her some freedom with her skirt, which she hiked up, followed by pulling her panties down.

"That's it," Riley purred at her, "piss for me. Right out here in the open like a filthy little whore."

Melody giggled, seemingly unbothered by Riley's words, and then a second later complied, sending a stream of piss jetting toward the ground, where it formed a small pool under her. When it finally petered out, she let out a little sigh. "Ah, much better," she said, then looked around for a second before adding, "Oh crap no TP."

"Don't worry about it," John said, offering her his outstretched hand.

She took it, a look of slight confusion on her face, and let him pull her up till she was standing. Without missing a beat, he released her hand, placed both his hands on her hips, and turned her to face away from him. Before she could even react, he had dropped down to his knees behind her; Riley must have intuited his move, as she slid over in front of the girl and pushed her head down, bending her at the waist, just as John had hoped for, exposing Melody's wet little slit to him.

"Suck," Riley commanded Melody, and she complied, taking Riley's cock back into her mouth and starting up just where she had left off sucking as John pressed his lips against Melody's waiting twat. She shivered as his tongue proceeded to explore her folds, giving him just a taste of her piss before it was overwhelmed with that of her copious pussy juices.

"Mmm.... mmf... mmm..." Melody lived up to her name, her moans of pleasure turning into a delightful little tune hummed into Riley's cock, who seemed to be savoring every note, her head thrown back as Melody continued despite John's tongue's probing obviously giving her her own fits of pleasure to deal with. His tongue slid up and down the length of her sopping wet slit, finally passing out of it and over her taint and to her tiny little asshole. He slurped at it, eliciting another shiver from the girl. When she did not protest, he pushed the tip of his tongue into her. Her taste drove him wild, his cock throbbing in his hand as his tongue sank into her tight little asshole.

"Ooh," she finally responded verbally, "you're so nasty."

"Shut up and suck, slut," Riley barked at her, forcing her mouth back onto Riley's throbbing dick.

"Mmm," Melody moaned, evidently quite happy to be used as Riley's fuck hole, while John's tongue retreated from her ass and made its way to her clit, where he began teasing her. The frequency and intensity of her moans increased until she pulled her lips off Riley and, gasping, begged, "Put it in," before Riley forced the girl's mouth back onto her member.

John stood and, taking his cock in hand, found Melody's sopping wet slit with the head, sliding it up and down a few times for good measure before pushing in. "Nnn!" Melody squealed around Riley's cock as John's sank into her suddenly. Meeting with some resistance, he pulled out slowly before pushing back in again, sinking in further this time before her tight little twat refused. Once again he slid back out and then in again, this time nearly up to the balls.

"Mmm, mmm, mmm," Melody's cute little moans of pleasure matched the rhythm of John's strokes as he pushed in and out of her repeatedly. John looked around the alley, suddenly realizing what he had of course known all along: they were fucking right out in the open, protected from prying eyes by only a well-placed dumpster and the lack of crowds.

We should probably take this to a more private location, he warned himself.

As if she had read his mind, Melody stopped sucking Riley long enough to pant at him, "Don't stop."

Alright, then let's speed this process along, he smiled to himself. Even in the low light of the alley, it was easy enough for him to locate her little asshole with his thumb, finding it suitably lubricated with his own spit. He pressed against the tight little pucker and his thumb slipped in, finding it just as satisfyingly tight as he had with his tongue.

"Nnn!" Melody reacted with pleasant surprise, skillfully managing to keep Riley's cock in her mouth. This might have been made easier by the fact that Riley's hand was holding the girl's head in place as she fucked her mouth, her eyes fixed on the girl, seemingly lost in pleasure.

And now for the final touch, John amused himself as he reached around and under Melody with his free hand, his fingers quickly locating her clit and beginning to circle it slowly, picking up speed as he continued to fuck her pussy.

The position was of course a bit awkward, but experience had told him he would not have to hold it long; he'd yet to meet a girl who didn't cum within a minute of having her ass, pussy and clit stimulated simultaneously like this, and he had the impression that Melody was the type who would probably be just about ready to get off just from the idea of sucking someone off in a filthy alley.

"Nnn!!! Nnnn!!!" Melody responded just as John had hoped, her pussy clamping down on his cock as her body began to shake in response to an orgasm. He stopped the hand that had been playing with her clit and used it to ensure the girl wouldn't collapse onto the ground, as her legs seemed to be giving out under her while her pussy went wild.

"Ah fuck," he sighed, letting go and releasing a load of hot cum deep into her twat. Her pussy milked him, squeezing every last drop of his seed out and sending him into his own private nirvana, only to be interrupted a second later by Riley's desperate groans.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck.... fuck..." he watched her as she seemed to be losing the struggle to prolong her pleasure any longer. She was shaking, having thrust the entire length of her cock into Melody's face, which she was holding in place with a tight grip on the back of the girl's head. If Melody was uncomfortable with what John was sure from experience to be a large, hot load of cum shooting directly into her throat, she showed no sign of it. "Fuck..." Riley sputtered, "take it... oh fuck yes, swallow that fucking cum, bitch..."

John let his cock fall out of Melody as it softened, then pulled up his pants just as Melody straightened up. She licked her smiling lips before squatting down to pull her panties back up. Riley was the last to redress herself, wiping sweat from her brow as she panted, slowly recovering as she leaned back against a building's outer wall.

"But whatever, she was a fucking bitch, anyway," a distinctly male voice could be heard, accompanied by what sounded like at least three distinct sets of footsteps passing by the alley. Riley and John both froze, their eyes, wide, meeting in front of Melody, who appeared entirely unfazed.

Waiting a few moments after the footsteps had faded into the night, John spoke up. "So, we should probably get out of here, right?"

Melody turned to look at him, her smile beaming. "So, like, my place is close?"

***

"I think we might be working with different definitions of 'close'," Riley said, punctuating her complaint by taking another swig from the bottle before passing it to Melody.

"You can't drink that in here," the cab driver interrupted, his annoyance bleeding through his otherwise pleasant south Asian accent.

"Sorry," John replied, intercepting the bottle before Melody had a chance to down more of the stuff and only then noticing he couldn't close it without the cap, which he neither had nor knew the location of.

"Boo," said Riley sarcastically, turning to look out the window. After a short walk back to the more populated section of the town they had originally met in, the three of them had, with some difficulty, managed to flag down a cab. He suspected that the process would have gone faster if, as Melody had suggested, she had just flashed her lovely tits, but deciding it was not urgent enough to risk trouble with the cops, he had managed, much to Riley's clear chagrin, to convince the girl otherwise. As it was, it had only taken a few minutes longer before the three of them had piled into the back of this vehicle, John in the middle with Riley, looking tired but no less beautiful for it, slumping into the corner on one side of him and Melody curling up against him on the other.

"We're almost there, anyway," John assured her, then, turning to look into Melody, whose head was pressed against his shoulder as her hand wandered aimlessly over his torso, asked her "Right?"

"Mmmhmm," she replied, watching the bottle instead of his expression, then reached out and grabbed it from him, this time successfully evading his grasp as she took another sip.

"You can't drink that in here," the cab driver repeated as John pulled the bottle away from the smiling girl.

"I know, sorry," John repeated. A motion of Riley's drew his attention and, turning his gaze toward her, found her wearing a wicked smile and toying with the bottle's cap. Making an annoyed noise, he extended his hand, making a "give it" motion with his fingers.

She responded by spreading her legs slightly and placing the cap inside her skirt.

He eyed her, annoyed as much as amused, but before he could retrieve the cap, Melody interrupted his thoughts. "I have to pee sooo bad," she whined.

"Didn't you just go like ten minutes ago?" John asked

"That was like forever ago," she responded. "I seriously am going to pee my pants."

"You should just do it," Riley interjected. "That would be hot."

"You should not," John began, glowering at Riley, who shrugged in response.

"Please do not," the cab driver said, his frustration evident as he made a turn slightly too quickly.

The sudden turn caused Melody to tumble over partially into his lap. She recovered, but not without what John thought was an unnecessary amount of pressing her hand into his crotch. He had only barely managed not to spill the bottle in the process, holding it away from himself to prevent her crashing into it.

Of course, this only made it easier for Riley to grab that bottle, which she did, before proceeding to take another drink from it.

"Please," the cab driver implored them, "you CANNOT drink in my cab."

"Oh fuck I am definitely going to piss myself," Melody whined, bouncing in a way that would have been adorable in any other circumstance.

"Then you must get out here," the cab driver insisted. He rapidly slowed the car, pulling it over to an open stretch of sidewalk and bringing it to a rough halt. Melody almost fell over once again, this time forward into the back of the driver's seat, only stopped by John's quick reaction, blocking her with one hand on her chest, which elicited a sloppy laugh from the girl. "Please," the cab driver repeated.

"Ok," John sighed. It can't be that much further, right? The cab driver had already gotten out and opened the door on Melody's side by the time John had managed to get her back into a proper sitting position. She stumbled getting out of the car but, to John's happy surprise, did manage to stay on her feet while he and Riley followed her out and, though she seemed a bit unsteady, remained that way while John forked over the cab fare plus a generous cash tip. He wrapped one arm around her midsection and started off in the direction he thought her apartment building lay in, her arm draped over his neck and Riley trailing behind, swinging the half-empty bottle of booze in one hand while the cab pulled away into the night, its tires squealing excitedly to be rid of them.

"This the right way?" John asked the surprisingly heavy girl hanging off him.

"You're cute," she responded. "I want to suck your cock." Her breath was hot against his face and smelled strongly of the tequila that he guessed had started hitting her bloodstream just around the time they had piled into the now long-gone taxi.

"Thank you," he responded, beginning to feel the alcohol himself. "Can it wait till we get back to your apartment?"

"I'm gonna pee myself," she responded, to John's chagrin.

Riley did a little drunken two-step and caught up to them, pressing against Melody from the opposite side, a move which caused the girl to stumble. She slid her arm over John's and then planted a kiss on Melody's cheek.

"You're cute, too," Melody said, straightening up suddenly and then trying to return the kiss, her lips only partially connecting with their intended target.

"I'm even cuter with my cock up your ass," Riley responded, which was, to Melody in her very drunken state, evidently the height of comedy. She laughed, tripped, caught herself, and then lay her head on John's shoulder.

Riley shot John a lopsided smile.

"And I thought you didn't like your coworkers," he said, pulling Melody up once more and finding it even more difficult than it had been a minute previous.

"I don't," Riley said, to which John could only respond with a look. "Doesn't mean I wouldn't fuck the shit out of them. Some of them."

John cast his eyes down onto Melody, only to find her eyes closed. He stopped and looked to the apartment building that had been growing closer only excruciatingly slowly as his legs cried out for relief. "God, I hope this is the place."

Riley reached into Melody's handbag, which was somehow miraculously still clinging to her forearm, and fished out the phone with which the girl had indicated her address to the cab driver, swiped at it a few times with a bored expression on her face, and answered, "Looks like."

"Great," John replied, heaving Melody upwards once again in the hopes that she might at least momentarily revive, but coming away disappointed. Sighing, he repositioned himself, wrapping an arm under her backside, and hefted her a few inches into the air, resting her as well as he could on his shoulder. "Let's go," he strained.

Riley smiled and led the way to the apartment building. When they reached the entrance, she once again fished in the girl's handbag until she found a jumble of keys from which hung what appeared to be an electronic key card. A swipe at a small device near the glass doors of the building confirmed the suspicion, and moments later they were inside. A sleepy-looking security guard paid them no mind and they made their way to a bank of elevators. Only once one had arrived was John able to get a slight amount of relief by leaning Melody against one wall of the elevator car.

Riley inspected the keys and, evidently finding a room number, pressed the button for the correct floor before sliding back over to John, her smile reflecting off the mirrored back wall of the elevator in a way that John found oddly confusing, then planted a kiss on his lips, pushing her tequila-flavored tongue into his mouth.

Despite himself, he pushed her away.

"Aww," she said, "what, are you shy in front of the security camera or something?"

He rolled his eyes.

"Come on, let's give that guard a show," she said, licking her lips.

"How about we get your friend here to bed first," he responded.

"Boo," Riley said. "She's not my friend."

"Coworker, then," John responded. Fortunately, Riley's response was cut off by the ding of the elevator as it reached their intended floor. John again hefted Melody onto one shoulder and they stepped out. He followed Riley to an apartment, which she unlocked, then inside.

Riley flipped on the lights and John found the first acceptable surface for the girl, a sofa. He set her down as gently as he could manage. That this was still more of a desperate heave, as his legs were burning from the exertion, did not seem to matter much: Melody groaned and turned over but did not wake.

"Well," said Riley, drawing John's attention back to herself, "now that that's taken care of..." Again she practically bowled him over, pressing against him and forcing her tongue into his mouth.

"The fuck?" he pushed her away again, this time laughing. "Are you serious?"

She shot him a look of feigned confusion. "What?"

"You're seriously trying to fuck right now?"

She shrugged. "Isn't that what we came here to do?"

She's not wrong, John found himself smiling at her logic despite himself. "True, but that was before our hostess passed out. Our hostess who, incidentally, is probably going to piss herself unless we do something about it."

"So are you suggesting we wake her up? Or just stick our dicks in her as is?" Riley asked, feigning innocence, "'cause like I said, I kinda think it would be hot."

"For her to piss herself?" John asked, incredulous.

"Yeah," Riley responded, hands on her hips, "and don't pretend you don't. I've seen your porn stash, remember? There's at least one compilation of girls pissing themselves in there somewhere."

John laughed at the absurdity of Riley's response, knowing full well she was simply stating the facts. "Alright, fair enough, but we're not going to fuck with a passed out girl. I guess we can't do anything about it, anyway."

"Fine," said Riley, "So if you don't want to mess with her, I guess you'll have to settle for fucking the shit out of me."

"Can it wait till we get back to my place?"

"No," Riley said. "I just watched you fuck a cis girl and I need to know you haven't lost your taste for trans ass."

"You know you were also fucking that girl, right?" John replied, shaking his head.

"No, I was just getting a blowjob. Unfortunately, it looks like she's not up for anything else at the moment." She bent over and poked a finger into Melody's side, causing the girl to groan and turn slightly but otherwise not respond. "So," she continued, straightening back up, "let's get started."

And like that, she was on him again, pressing against his body, her lips locked onto his. Her arms wrapped around him and he found his did the same with hers automatically. Already he could feel her cock hardening against his crotch as her hand found its way into his pants, the skin of her fingers cold against that of his backside.

She pulled away from the kiss, withdrawing her hand from his pants and quickly moving it to his fly, which she undid with practiced ease before dropping to her knees in front of him, pulling his pants down as she went and exposing his hardening cock. "Mmm, nice," she said, her eyes glowing as she took it in hand, guiding it to her mouth. She wrapped her lips around it, her spit quickly washing away the sticky pussy juice from earlier as she began fucking her mouth with his cock.

I guess we're doing this, he conceded, and stripped off his shirt while she sucked him.

"Mmm," she smacked her lips and looked up into his eyes. "Still tastes like her cunt."

"You like pussy now?" he asked, raising an eyebrow as he looked down at her.

She shrugged. "I guess," she said before returning to her rhythmic stroke-suck pattern.

"Huh," he wondered aloud as she used her free hand to push her skirt and panties down to her knees, causing her hard cock to bounce adorably for a moment before she took it in hand and began stroking it in time with his own.

"Ggglllgg...." slurp "peh"

"Ggglllgg...." slurp "peh"

"Ggglllgg...." slurp "peh"

Over and over again she pushed her throat down onto his cock, fucking herself with it until she could take no more, then, slurping her copious spit loudly off of him, pulled back before once more expelling the collected spit in a thick blob onto his shaft, which she then spread with her hand as she forced him back into her throat.

It really is true that people with cocks know best how to please them, he had to concede.

slurp "peh"

"Ok," she panted, "I need this up my ass immediately."

She didn't wait for his assent, rather turning around to face the couch and offering her lovely, round ass to him. At this point he was definitely not going to withhold it from her. He dropped to his knees and buried his face in between her cheeks, finding her little brown pucker as delicious as ever.

"Ooh," she cooed as his tongue slid inside her ass, stretching to taste her as deeply as possible. She wiggled her butt while he licked, supporting herself with one hand on the couch while she jerked herself with the other. He couldn't help notice how her hand had made its way to the sleeping Melody's leg, but he was not about to warn her away from it, entranced as he was with the always delicious taste of her tight little ass.

"Ooh, fuck," she moaned as he continued to explore her ass with his tongue, "put your cock in me, baby."

He straightened up and wiped away the spit that had been overflowing his lips and coating his chin. "You want my fucking cock, baby?" He pressed it against her asshole, smearing his spit around with the head.

"Ooh, yes, baby, please, I want it," she begged. Her hand was now sliding up and down Melody's leg even as she tried desperately to watch him, her head turned as far as she could manage.

"Where you do you want it, baby?" he teased.

"Put it in my fucking asshole, please," she moaned. "I need your big fucking cock up my slutty little asshole. Please, baby, give it to me."

He pressed forward and the head of his cock forced its way inside her. Her tight little hole fought against his entrance but quickly gave in and soon he was working his shaft inch by inch into her, pulling out ever so slightly before pushing back in, each stroke a little deeper than the last.

"Oh fuck..." she groaned, jerking her cock furiously. "Oh fuck, it's so good... so fucking big..."

"Oh yeah..." John grunted as he pressed into her once again, his balls now touching her, "take that fucking cock, baby... oh fuck, you like that?" He pulled out again, slowly, her asshole gripping his cock tightly, resisting his efforts to exit her, then pushed back in again.

"Oh my fucking god," she moaned. Her fingers had stopped moving up and down Melody's leg and were now digging into her flesh. "Oh my fucking god I love your cock..."

"Can you cum for me, baby?" he panted as he continued to fuck her ass, speeding up gradually. "Cum for me with my cock in your ass. I want to feel it."

"Oh god, oh fuck, oh god, oh yes, I'm gonna cum already..." Her pitch rose and rose as her jerking became ever more furious. "Oh fuck... I'm... fuck..." She trailed off into a high pitched whine as her arms stopped. A moment later, her entire body lurched forward, her face slamming into the bare flesh of Melody's leg, then her hips moved once, twice, three times, a jerky motion as she came into her hand. Her asshole clamped down on John's cock with each wave of pleasure shooting through her, visible as wild writhing.

"Show me," he said, pulling out. Her asshole was now a gaping red chasm rimmed by a beautiful brown ring, still wet with spit.

She complied, turning and rising up onto her knees, carefully cupping a handful of milky white cum which jiggled slightly as she panted, sweat gleaming on her brow. She extended her hand upwards to him as if in offering.

He took hold of her wrist and guided her to his cock, gripping his cock at the base with his other hand, then slapping it down into the little pool of cum. She smeared the cum up and down his shaft, returning to the head to coat it lovingly, as well.

"Suck," he commanded, though he needn't have. She happily took him into her mouth, slurping up her cum and re-coating him with spit in the process, then slurping the spit up before once again applying the warm, sticky mixture with a loud, "peh."

She looked up into his eyes, spit and cum oozing over her lower lip and coating her chin. "More, please," she begged.

He pushed her over onto the floor; she tumbled over, her eyes somehow never leaving his in the process. He dropped to his knees between her legs and forced them up towards her chest. He kissed her deep on the mouth, tasting her cum and spit before pulling away to watch his cock head as he pressed it against her hole. This time she offered no resistance and his slid in easily, lubricated with slimy cum and spit.

"Oh shit!" she squealed as he slammed the entire length of his cock deep into her, withdrawing a second later, only to ram it in once more. "Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck I love your cock. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me..." Her hands groped wildly at him as he pumped in and out of her, her hole happily accepting his throbbing dick and only reluctantly letting it out each time. Her moans mingled with the loud sounds of flesh on flesh.

John found his hand running up Riley's side, over her cute little tits and up to her throat, where the fingers seemed to curl of their own accord. Her tongue darted out of her mouth briefly and she nodded assent. "Nnn..." she squeezed out a little whine of pleasure as he squeezed her throat, slamming the full length of his cock into her ass and holding it there. She bit her lip, then licked it, nodding excitedly until after a few moments, he released her.

"You like that, you little slut?" he growled at her.

"Mmmhmm," she whined, her eyes hungry, "I love being your nasty little slut. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck your little slut hard, please."

He withdrew his cock and slammed it back into her again, eliciting another short whine of excitement. His hand again moved up, this time to her chin and, with the slightest pressure, opened her mouth. He formed a globule of spit in his mouth. She stuck out her tongue in expectation and he fulfilled her desire, spitting directly onto her tongue, which rapidly retreated into her mouth as she swallowed it greedily. "Please, more," she begged.

"You want it?" he growled at her, their eyes locked tight, his throbbing cock held deep in her ass.

"Mmmhmm," she whined an answer, nodding vigorously.

"What do you want, bitch?" he growled at her. "Tell me what you fucking want, you little slut."

"I want your fucking cum in my ass," she begged. "Give me that fucking cum!"

He moved again, resuming the rapid pace with which he had been pumping in and out of her hole. "Oh, yes, baby, oh fuck, oh god, baby, give me that fucking cum," she rambled incoherently over the lewd sounds of her sloppy hole, "Oh god yes, baby, right there... cum in my fucking ass... give me all that fucking cum..."

"Ah, fuck," he practically howled as the cum burst forth from him, shooting up and out and filling her ass with its hot stickiness. "Oh shit, fuck," he grunted, "take that fucking cum, whore... oh fuck..."

When he pulled out of her, his cock softening but still oozing cum, he left her asshole an overflowing mess, cum burbling its way out and down onto the floor, a disgustingly erotic sight as he caught his breath. She reached down and scooped up a glob of a thick, white stuff, bringing it up to her mouth and licking it off her fingers.

"Fuck, that's hot," he sighed, watching her savor both their tastes.

She responded by sitting up and planting a passionate kiss on his lips, pushing his slimy cum into his mouth with her tongue, only breaking off the kiss when he had swallowed it, and even then holding her sweaty body close to his. "You like that?" she whispered hot and rough into his ear.

"Fuck yes, baby," was all he could think to respond, an incredible understatement.

She ran her hands down his back, caressing the sweaty skin and reaching his ass, which she squeezed tightly. "Tell me I'm your good little whore," she whispered.

"You're my good little fucking whore," he replied, breathing the words into her ear. He couldn't help watching over her shoulder Melody, still very much passed out, moan and roll over.

"Let me have this ass, baby," she purred. "Please, let your little whore have your ass."

John practically toppled over, so quick was he to lay back on the floor. When he had, he looked up to find Riley, beautiful as ever, looking back down on him with a smile on her face and her cock in her hand. She licked her lips, watching him as he pulled his legs up to his chest, then, suddenly dropped to the floor. A moment later, her tongue was in his asshole, squirming its way around inside him, probing his deepest parts.

"Oh fuck yes..." he groaned over the loud slurping. She jammed a finger into him, pried his hole open and spat into it, only to slurp that spit back up. Her tongue moved this way and that, filling him to overflowing with spit before she finally rose up, a wild expression on her face, and pressed down on top of him. She kissed him deeply, forcing her tongue into his mouth and letting him taste his own ass.

"Put it in," he managed to choke out as her kiss drifted down to his jaw and then his neck. He felt her cock head, somehow already as hard as he had ever felt it, press against his sloppy wet asshole. He breathed deep, trying to relax, knowing it would matter little: she pushed in all at once, her cock rending his hole open in one go.

"Oh fuck... so... fucking good..." she panted the words between frantic kisses, her hips already starting to move back and forth. "I love this fucking ass..." She pulled back and grabbed his legs, holding them apart while she fucked his hole, her hard cock insistently stretching him each time it pushed in.

His head began to swim as the pleasure, seemingly a physical entity itself, filled his entire body. His hand naturally went to his cock, soft and sticky with spit and cum, and began pulling on it. He could feel the blood rush back to it and knew that, despite having just cum, he would be hard again in only a few strokes. "Oh yes, fuck me..." he groaned involuntarily as he felt every inch of Riley pass into and out of him again and again.

"Oh, yes, baby," she purred, her eyes almost frightfully intense as she watched him, "stroke that fucking cock for me. You like how I fuck you, baby?"

"Mmm, yes, baby," he responded, his tongue moving of its own accord as he drifted further into a private world of pleasure with each stroke.

"Tell me you love it, baby," she commanded, her voice at once soft and firm, her writhing motions hypnotic, "Tell me how much you love my cock."

"I love..." he groaned. Suddenly she slammed her cock into him with all her might, pressing in up to the balls and holding there. She stared at him, her tongue hesitating on her teeth. "I love your cock so much, baby," he continued.

She released his legs and pressed down on him, her body hot and heavy against his, then kissed him softly on the lips. "I'm gonna cum, baby. Tell me where you want it, baby. I want to hear it. Tell me where you want your little whore to cum."

"Cum in my ass, baby," he begged, "I want your cum in my fucking ass..."

She pushed into him again and held it there, her cock burning in his ass. "Oh fuck, oh fuck..." she began quivering, then her hips bucked. He felt a spurt of her hot cum splatter inside of him, and then another as her hips moved in a jerky, irregular fashion, moving her cock in and out of him as it jerked with each fresh squirt of cum.

"Oh, shit," she sighed, pulling out of him. He could feel her cum follow her out, oozing out of his hole, which felt suddenly very empty. She breathed heavily for a few moments, pushed her hair out of her face and looked up into his eyes with a smile. "Sorry," she said, still out of breath. "I guess I still need a bit more practice."

"Nah," he replied, reaching down between his legs as he lowered them to the floor. He let her cum pool in his hand for a few moments, then brought it up to inspect it, sitting up halfway and supporting himself with his other arm. "You're just not done yet." As Riley watched intently, he smeared the cum onto his own cock and lay back down. "Well, get to it, whore," he said with a smile.

She smiled what John thought might have been the biggest he'd ever seen from her before she climbed atop him, straddling him effortlessly, then reached behind herself and took hold of his cum-coated cock. She guided it to her asshole and expertly inserted it into herself, wiggling down onto it. "Yes, sir," she said, then began bouncing up and down on top of him, impaling herself repeatedly with his almost painfully hard member.

John reached up and placed his hands on her small, pert breasts, letting his fingers find their way naturally to her nipples. He pinched them gently, pulling this way and that and tweaking them in time to Riley's gyrations.

"Ooh, fuck," she purred, "I really do love your cock." Her own cock lay flaccid atop him, cum still oozing slowly out of the tip as she rode.

"It loves you, too," John responded.

She paused her gyrations and then did something that, in all the time he had spent with her, he had never expected to see. She brought her hands up over her mouth, covering them for a second, took a deep breath and then let it out. When she pulled her hands away, she was wearing a big smile, quite obviously able to suppress it. "Shut up and cum already," she said, then bent down and kissed him. "Please."

"As you wish," he said. He wrapped his arms around her and locked her into a long kiss, lips exploring each other, then relaxed and, as if by magic, the cum started to flow out of him and deep into her. It came less in spurts than in a single, unbroken flow of hot, gooey passion. He felt her shudder, still holding tight to him. It lasted for what must have only been a minute or so but felt like a wonderful lifetime, pumping her full and not seeming to run out.

Finally, apparently sensing he had emptied himself entirely, she slid off of him, lying on the floor next to him as they both recovered, sticky, tired and completely blissful. After a minute or so of neither making any attempt to speak, he broke the silence. "So, should we maybe go?"

She turned to look at him with tender eyes, debating silently her answer. Just as she opened her mouth, they were both distracted by Melody suddenly sitting upright. She rubbed her head and blinked for a few seconds as they watched.

"Hey," she said after a few more moments of silence. She looked at John, then Riley, then back to John. Nothing on her face betrayed that she thought anything out of the ordinary about having them both naked and sweaty on her floor. "Thanks for getting me home. You're sweet."

Riley let out a little laugh and shook her head.

Melody turned her attention back to Riley, and then attempted to slide off the couch. This was evidently a bit too difficult in her state, so it ended up being more of a partially controlled fall, followed by picking herself up. "You, too," she said, then planted a kiss on Riley's face. "This was fun, we should do it again some time."

"How about now?" Riley asked.

A smile spread briefly across Melody's face before instantly disappearing. "I'm gonna puke," she said. With an agility that surprised everyone, she bounded to her feet and ran out of the room. A few moments later, they could hear that she had predicted correctly.

Riley turned to John. "Yeah, we should probably go."