Unexpected Affections Pt. 04

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Unexpected Affections is romantic harem story about a guy who would never have dreamed to find himself in such a situation. It's a story about sweet friends and trying to better yourself. This story will jump between categories; you've been warned.

This part includes reunions, MF, dirty talk, meeting the Best Friend.

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Chapter 34

April sighed, her heart feeling three sizes too big as she sat waiting in the airport. Her plane was delayed again - thankfully she was supposed to fly into Houston early enough that it wouldn't make a difference for the recording time, but it was still one of those things that was a real hitch in the day. The heart thing wasn't about the delay, though. It wasn't even about the script for the series she was going to do some voiceover work for; she'd been known to tear up when reading some of the particularly good ones, but this one was a little-known, kind of niche theme she didn't expect to go very far with a Western audience. She was also being brought in to do a few of the different background characters so she wasn't particularly invested in any of the main storylines. No, the real reason her heart felt three sizes too big was because of the extremely sweet text messages Olliver had sent her.

He was her big-dicked, big-hearted teddy bear.

It was still a little hard for her to believe how goddamn fast she'd fallen for him. That first date through the dating app sponsorship had been a surprise. She'd almost written off the experience right off the bat when she saw him - just another fan meet-and-greet sort of situation. Sure, she didn't rack up the huge lines at Comic Cons like the big actors did, but she did well enough that she was used to the cycle of meeting a new fan, giving them a bit of personal attention, and then moving on. It got weird if you got too involved.

But she'd been open enough, the door almost shut, that she noticed once he relaxed just a little bit, Olliver was charming. And not just charming, she realised over dinner, but downright sweet. And everything had clicked. And somehow she'd found herself swooning over a guy she'd just met, and inviting him to her hotel room, and...

And the rest is history, she thought to herself.

But not yet. Two dates, and two 'meet the friends' dates, did not a relationship make. The calls and texts were definitely helping though. And the fact that she could get blushes out of him with basic, honest truths made her grin like she couldn't believe.

'Wish you could come with me,' she sent him. 'Would make this wait so much better if you were here.'

April adjusted her ball cap and sunglasses, then took a selfie and sent it to him. She was smiling in the foreground and he would be able to see the airport behind her through the big glass windows. She rarely got recognized in public - the joy of being a voice actor and not a live-action actor - but when she did it always made her feel awkward. Not because the initial fan was weird, they were almost always sweet and considerate. It was the people after them, who were just reacting to the commotion of someone famous, that were usually weirder and more entitled.

The hat and glasses did the trick most of the time. It was an oldie but a goodie - she'd once stood behind Matt Walberg in a Starbucks line for almost ten minutes without realising it was him, and when she did they'd made eye contact and he winked. One of those Hollywood moments.

Ollie texted her back. He was at work, but from what she understood he was good at what he did so he wasn't going to get in trouble or fall behind while checking his phone.

"God, I love him," she murmured to herself and then gulped hard.

It was definitely too early for that. Two weeks? Not even?

She would scare him off if she dropped the L-word.

- - - - -

"Bitch, when are you back home?" Zara asked.

April snorted and then sighed, letting out a little groan as she eased back onto the patio chair. The Airbnb she'd booked was one she'd stayed at before in Houston - decent price, clean, and the owners didn't try to nickel and dime on extras. Yet, at least. Good places to book were getting few and far between, soon it would be cheaper just to book hotels again, even for a week at a time.

"Next week," April said. "Why? Do you need me to hunt down Tracy Scottsburg again and egg her car?"

Zara barked a laugh. "No, I can handle that on my own," she said. Tracy had stolen Zara's boyfriend in the 10th grade and Zara had never let it go - not that Zara wanted him back. She just had a bit of a spiteful streak. "I'm coming home to visit."

"Holy shit," April said, her eyebrows raising. "Jesus, you should have told me to sit down. I need to write this in my calendar."

"Ha. Ha." Zara deadpanned. "No, my parents have been bitching at me to come visit for a while."

"Well, you did miss Christmas for that thing in Miami," April cut in.

"That thing in Miami paid my rent for a month and a half," Zara said. The fact that 'the thing' had been a Christmas yacht party she'd been hired to attend as a model, which basically meant being walking furniture for some ridiculously rich assholes, hadn't persuaded Zara to let it go in favour of family time. "But I need to get them off my back, and I want to see you."

"Little old me?" April said, using her 'Disney Princess' voice. She'd been practising it for years but still hadn't managed to book that particular gig.

"Yes, bitch, you," Zara said. "Every time we text you're going on about this boy you're seeing with the mammoth cock. I need to meet him and make sure he actually stands up to what my bestie deserves."

April... wasn't so sure about that plan. Not because Oliver wasn't everything she needed and wanted, but because Zara could be...

"So?" Zara asked.

"I'm home Saturday night," April said. "They extended my contract for an extra background character so I had to bump my Friday flight to fit in the extra recording session."

"OK, I can't be back that fast anyways. I'll fly on Tuesday, put in my mandated Parental Unit time, and then we hang out Wednesday, and I meet your boy Thursday?"

"Sure," April said, still feeling that little pinch in her stomach. "And I've mentioned you to him, he's already said he wants to meet you."

"Oh, he did, did he? Did he look me up on Instagram?"

"No," April said. "I don't think he even has Instagram."

"Really?" Zara asked in surprise. "Maybe he's actually worth something then. OK, I need to go. Ciao, bella."

"Ciao, bella," April said, putting on as equally ridiculous an Italian accent as her friend did. It was an old joke, but it still made her smile. She could do a proper Italian accent now on demand, all part of her job, but the over-the-top one would always be her favourite.

Chapter 35

April sipped her lemon tea carefully, sitting in the cool break room at the recording studio. The morning session had been a little hectic - there had been a request from some producer at the studio to redo some of her lines from earlier in the week with a tweak to her voice. Apparently, the approved tonality she'd been using hadn't been quite as approved as the voice director had thought. They'd also needed to record a bunch of the Foley for her characters - the grunts, cries and shouts. Thankfully this wasn't a war script or anything, but her throat had taken a bit of a beating because one of the characters did a lot of sarcastic sighing, and another one had 'girlish squeal' in the script more times than she wanted to count.

None of that was really what had her stewing though.

Tommy Lucas was working on the show and recording at the same time. She hadn't known that until Tuesday when they'd both shown up for their sessions at the same time. Thankfully they were doing isolated dubbing and not conversational work, so she didn't have to work directly with him. Still, being in the same building as her 'ex' who had taken their relationship more seriously than she had was frustrating.

Especially because she wasn't even allowed to tell Oliver who she was working with. The NDAs were serious even if the show was probably going to be a stinker. The likelihood of anyone ever finding out if she did tell him was low as hell, but if there was ever some lawsuit or something and it got found out she'd end up paying fees out the ass.

So she was stressed, and not able to talk to anyone about why she was stressed except for 'I'm not legally able to tell you the reason.' Ollie had not liked that line but accepted it when she assured him it was only stress and not her being in any danger.

Other than Oliver, she had found a new highlight to her week though. Hannah, Hikaru and Margot were all texting with her and making an obvious effort to try and integrate her into their friend group. She hadn't had an actual group of gal pals in ages and it was wildly nice to have more ladies reaching out just to see how she was doing. They were even sending her little updates on Oliver. She'd gotten a couple of texts from Hannah, pictures included, of him putting in time at the gym. And then one from Hikaru of Oliver sitting at his desk at home, gesticulating wildly as he spoke into a headset.

He was so damn cute.

April's face warmed a little, thinking about how cute he was. Phone sex last night had been funny as hell, neither of them was really used to the idea but both willing to try. The fact that he'd wanted to hear her voice and not one of her past characters encouraging him to stroke his mammoth cock was also a major turn-on. She could only imagine what a more degenerate fan would have been begging for.

April sighed, replying to a text from Margot that her day was going OK, but she was dealing with an Ick coworker still. Probably the closest she could get to telling the full truth. Then she asked after how the library was, and Margot told her about a couple of Ick people who made regular appearances that got her chuckling. The woman was funny, with her Southern brashness and colloquialisms.

"You ready to get started, or need another five?" the sound tech asked as he walked through the break room, munching on a burger as it hovered over a paper plate. Some people could eat while working, but she couldn't.

"Got another... seven on my lunch break, Steve," April said. "I'll be in there the second it's over."

He flashed her a thumbs-up and moved on.

They wanted to hire Tommy Lucas to play opposite her? Then they weren't going to get any extra time squeezed out of her.

- - - - -

Your week felt like it had been dragging on forever. Never before had you felt so mired by the passage of time. Usually, you had something you were looking forward to, whether it was an upcoming game night at the store, or new comics coming out, or something else with your friends - IRL or online.

None of those things seemed quite as shiny and special now that you wanted to spend time with April.

A week away should have been nothing. Hell, absence was supposed to make the heart fonder and all that shit, right?

You felt like a hormonal teenager, pining after your girlfriend who had gone away on a family vacation. It wasn't the end of the goddamn world, but somehow you were left feeling like everything was just a little more gray.

To be fair, the week wasn't burdensome. Work was work, as usual. Every down had an up, and every irksome thing had a payoff. Outside of work, you attended your regular Game night at the store, and your regular game night online. You also had three more sessions in the gym with Hannah - who kept saying she was really happy with your effort and progress even though you felt like she was punishing you in new and creative ways every time you set foot in the building.

The weird thing was, at the end of the week, you felt like for all that it had taken forever to get to, it had also been really full. Even more so than usual. Every day, around your other activities, you'd had Hikaru, Hannah and Margot spending time at your place. Hanging out, watching movies and shows with you. Hikaru had bought a Gundam to put together and that had taken most of Tuesday night, and Hannah had hung around while you did it.

Now it was Friday night, and April was coming home the next day, and you were sitting on the couch at your place with Margot watching Oklo Academy, one of April's less popular shows she'd done in the past few years - it was a gritty rehash of the 'Hunger Games' trope, which was actually a rehash of the original Battle Royale.

"So... what's been going on?" you asked Margot.

"What do you mean? With Jinni?" she asked back, referring to the main character on screen at the moment. April actually played one of the villains in the series, and Jinni's core rival.

"No, I mean this week," you said. "With you and Hannah and Hikaru. You guys haven't let me have more than half an hour by myself."

Margot gave you a look, and then sighed and lifted your arm, placing it around her shoulders and leaning into you a little more. "We're taking advantage of April being away and getting our Ollie Time in," she said. "We don't want to be a drag on your relationship, so... yeah."

"Oh," you said. You hadn't really been considering the impact spending more time with April would have on the girls. "That's... really considerate of you guys. Thanks. I love spending time with you too, and I don't want to miss out either."

"I know, big guy," Margot said with a soft smile, tugging your arm a little tighter around her. "I know."

Chapter 36

"Oh, yes, you fucking beautiful man," April moaned into the bedsheets. "Slam me with that giant fucking piece of man meat."

Your reunion had needed to wait longer than either of you wanted. She'd flown in on Saturday evening as planned, but her parents had known and always went to pick her up. Showing up anyway had flitted through your mind, but meeting your 'not official yet' girlfriend's parents for the first time in an airport sounded like... not the greatest idea. So they had picked her up and brought her home, and then Sunday she'd been embroiled in family stuff and not able to get away.

Unable to wait any longer, you'd worked from home on Monday and taken off a couple of hours early. April had arrived at 3:37 PM.

By 4:00 PM, not that you had been keeping track, you were both naked and she was slobbering on your cock.

April had been hungry for you, just as much as you'd been hungry for her. The blowjob had been intended as an appetizer only, but when you started to rise quickly to your release April had pivoted and sealed her lips around the knob of your cock, swallowing your load as she stroked you with both hands. Then it had been your turn and, even as she was laughing and wiping her mouth, you hauled her up from the floor of your bedroom and tossed her on the bed. She'd flipped over, presenting you with her ass and spreading her legs to bring her pussy into view.

Her delighted laughter as you buried your face between her warm, tanned cheeks and slurped at anything you could get your lips on was music of the best kind.

Then, before you could get a chance to even start bringing her towards an orgasm, she'd started begging for your cock. Not immediately - no, she was filthier than that.

"Get me ready. Make sure I'm all lubed up and stretched out, Ollie. Fuck, my hole probably got too tight because the little slut hasn't been fucked by your mammoth cock in too long. I neeed it, baby. God, I've been dreaming of you, I swear."

You weren't sure if you'd ever had your ego stroked quite so hard. Or your cock.

She'd begged and begged, laughing in between the absolutely filthy things she was crooning to you. Thankfully Hikaru was working a shift at the coffee shop and then was supposed to head over to Hannah's, so you weren't worried about her overhearing. You had no idea what sort of reaction your sweet cousin would have to the naughty shit April was saying.

Finally, you'd pulled her closer to the edge of the bed so that her knees were ust braced on the mattress and she waved her ass around. You wedged your cock into that warm, wet slot and pushed, easing yourself in as she squirmed and moaned. It took five slow strokes to bury yourself fully.

"Fuck me," she'd moaned. "Fuck me please."

She knew what she wanted and you were more than happy to give it to her.

"Slap my ass. No- Slap your ass. It belongs to you and your big cock and your giant heart." Spank. "Yes, Ollie. Again!" Spank. "Ungh!"

"Pull my hair. Pound me and pull my hair. Crack my back like that song says."

"What song?" you panted.

"I don't fucking know, I just know there's a song that's like 'My neck, my back- somethingsomethingcrack my back.' And it's about fucking."

"I'm the wrong person to ask about song lyrics," you laughed, panting a little from the sexual effort. "We can look it up later." (It turned out the song was sexual, but not about cracking backs. It was about cunnilingus, and April declared you were already well on your way to mastering that activity.)

She came twice on your cock, the second time sending her down to her stomach on the bed as she moaned loud enough that you were worried your neighbours might hear - the only saving grace there was that your bedroom was on the side of the apartment opposite the wall you shared with Margot. That second orgasm pulled April off of your cock entirely, and you almost lost it when you saw her pussy pulsing and gaping as it tried to close after being stretched around your girth.

"Back in me," April mumbled through the tail end of her orgasm, humping her hips even though she was flat on the bed, making her ass jiggle a little. "Back in me. Finish in me."

You climbed up on the bed and got back into position, pushing into her accompanied by a moan that was just as lewd as the first time. It didn't take long for you to be grunting from exertion, the different angle much harder for you to maintain without collapsing right down on top of her with all your weight. April was helping though, pushing her ass back at you, the sound of your skin slapping together almost as loud as when you spanked her.

And then you came again, wheezing as you felt each pulse. Right at the end you got scared you were going to fall on top of her as your knees and arms got weak and you pulled out, falling to the side instead, and your last rope of cum splattered over her ass cheeks.

"Fuck," you panted.

"Fuuuck," she moaned, crawling the little ways necessary to kiss you.

"Welcome home," you chuckled breathlessly.

"It's good to <>I>be home," she grinned, more than a little cum drunk.

- - - - -

"What do you think of this?" April asked.

You leaned over, squinting a little as you examined her work. She'd brought over her latest Dragonauts unit and you'd spent the afternoon before dinner putting together kits for Arclite. Well, after the fucking, that's what you'd done.

Throwing on the first season of Dragonball, sitting down and building miniatures, with a smoking hot girl?

Best afternoon ever.

Once all the minis were put together you'd taken a break to make dinner. April had been fascinated by the diet Hannah had you on and you'd ended up needing to text your best friend some questions to answer the ones April had. You'd ended up eating some nicely seasoned pork cutlets along with some grilled asparagus and a cauliflower mash that was blessedly allowed to have cream cheese in it to give it some pizazz along with the herbs.

You and April ate on the couch, casual as hell, watching another episode of Dragonball and laughing at the delivery of some of the lines. Then you went and washed the dishes together, doing more cute domestic bliss things, before returning to the minis. You had a small airbrush booth you set up so you could prime them, and then you broke out the paints and brushes.

"I like the way the parchment looks," you said.

"I was talking about the robe," April sighed.

"Oh, yeah," you said. "Maybe try giving it another highlight layer?"

She nodded, pulling back the Dragonaut Battle-Librarian and starting to search through your unnecessarily large paint collection for the right hue to use.

The door to the apartment opened, almost spooking you and messing up the fine edge highlight you were working on.

"Oh, hey you guys," Margot said, coming in with Hikaru. "Welcome back, April."

"Thanks," the brunette grinned, giving a little wave.

"I thought you were hanging out with Hannah, Hikaru?" you asked curiously.

"We were," Hikaru smiled, coming over and giving you a hug from over the back of the couch, along with a kiss on the cheek. "All three of us." She went to hug April as well.

Margot followed her, but came around the side and wrapped her arms around you from there, giving you a more solid squeeze. "We wanted to invite you, April, but we knew you two would want to do some catching up."

"Oh, thanks for thinking of me," April said.

"Actually, we're still thinking of you," Margot said, giving you a kiss on the cheek like Hikaru before pulling away and going over to sit on the chair near April. "We were thinking of doing a Girl's Night this Thursday while Ollie is at his Game Night at the store."

"I promise it will be fun," Hikaru said sweetly.

"Oh, I-" April hesitated, looking concerned. "I really want to, but I found out a couple of days ago my best friend is coming back into town. We're supposed to catch up Wednesday, and then I was hoping you'd come meet her Thursday, Oliver?"

"Uh, oh," you said. When was the last time you'd missed Game Night? "Yeah, I mean, if it's for Zara then yeah, I can skip out and come meet her."

April gave you a thankful, beaming smile, and you noticed Margot and Hikaru trade glances and felt a little guilty. Usually, if something came up on a Thursday you tried to reschedule.

"Well, how about on the weekend then?" Margot offered. "I was planning to head out to the stable where I do some horse riding lessons on the side to try and get some saddle time in. How about we try to make it a mini girl's trip? Is Zara staying that long?"

"I can't see her leaving that fast," April said, then she smirked. "I'd also like to see her face if she tried to ride a horse. She can be a little uptight."

"Great," Margot chuckled. "It's a Girl's Trip Saturday then. Think you can handle yourself for one weekend, Ollie?"

"I'll manage," you chuckled.

For some reason, you felt what you might have called a disturbance in the Force. You weren't surewhat had just shifted, but something had.

Chapter 37

"What's up, you four-eyed bitch?"

"Nothing much, you fire-crotch whore," April replied with a laugh.

Zara came around to the passenger side of April's car and plopped down into the seat, slamming the door shut behind her and then leaning over the centre console and grabbing April's face with both hands, planting a big kiss on her cheek. "Mwah!"

April laughed, shaking her best friend off.

"Taking shots at my pubes is a low blow," Zara chuckled as she settled into her seat and buckled up.

"I hope so, if your pubes are bushy enough to be seen up high then I'd be concerned," April said.

That got a bark of a laugh out of Zara, and then she sighed heavily. "Fuck," she said. "Honestly, Ape, I haven't laughed like that since the last time I saw you."

"Awe, hon," April sighed, reaching over and patting her friend's thigh as she pulled out onto the street. Zara had worn Daisy Duke jean shorts that highlighted her tall, slender legs and a rough tank top that only a woman with her small bust could carry off. It was also entirely in style. "Have you considered, you know, trying to make other friends?"

"People, and I've told you this every day since we were like twelve, suck," Zara said. "The number of people whodon't suck ishighly limited."

April shook her head. "You know I love you, right?"

"You better," Zara smirked.

"Well then, take this with love, bitch," April said. "You need to take the stick out of your ass."

Zara paused quietly and looked out the window, which was entirely unlike her.

"Wait, hold on," April said. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing," Zara said.

"Obviously not," April said. "Speak. Use your words."

"That's just the same thing that a big photographer said to me," Zara said, her voice tight. "And he hasn't booked me since."

"Oh, Zara," April said.

"It's fine, I know you didn't mean it like that."

"No, it's not fine," April said. ''You're amazing at your job, you're absolutely gorgeous, and everyone knows it."

"Yeah, not so much," Zara grunted. "Apparently I'm... frigid. Or something. I don't dosex appeal so well all of a sudden because I look like I'm about to bite someone's head off."

"Did something change?"

"No!" Zara said. "Or, I don't know? Maybe I've stopped being able to fake it over time."

"Fake what? Sex appeal?" April asked. "You're stupidly hot. You ooze sex appeal."

"Hot and sexy are different and you know it," Zara sighed. "The photographer said I need to get laid."

"That's so inappropriate," April said immediately, getting angry for her friend.

"He wasn't suggesting himself," Zara waved her off. "And he might not be wrong. But... you know."

"I know," April grimaced. Zara's relationship with sex was tough.

"We can talk about it later," Zara said, changing the subject. "How is Mr Third Leg? Are you still seeing him or has he shown his true colours yet?"

"Yes, I'm still seeing him," April rolled her eyes. "And also yes, I've seen his true colours. They're light and bright and the colour of heaven."

"You're just in the honeymoon phase," Zara said.

"Maybe I am, but I think it'll stick around for a long time. He's fantastic."

"Am I still meeting him tomorrow?"

"Yes," April said. "He dropped what he had planned so he could meet you."

"Well, that's one point in his favour I guess," Zara grumbled. "We're not doing something super nerdy, are we?"

"Tomorrow? No," April shook her head. "Dinner, so you can interrogate him, and then bowling."

"Bowling!?" Zara groaned.

"You have fun bowling and you know it," April said.

"Fine," Zara sighed. "What are we doing now?"

"I figured mall, maybe buy a new outfit for tomorrow so we can wow him, and then dinner at my place before we sit out by the fire in the backyard?"

"You do realise thereis nightlife in this city, even if it's sad compared to anywhere... fun, right?"

"Are you telling me youdon't want to sit around drinking my Dad's whiskey and throwing shit on a fire?"

"... Alright, good point," Zara said. "Your Dad has good taste in whiskey. And I do like fire."

"And then on Saturday we're doing a girl's trip with Ollie's friends."

"Wh- What? Why?" Zara scoffed.

"Because all three of them are super sweet, and important to him, and are making an effort to try and include me in their circle," April said. "And when they heard you were going to be in town they wanted to try and include you too."

Zara groaned. "But people suck."

"Maybe you'll be surprised and these girls don't," April said.

Zara shot her a look. "Why do I feel like you're not telling me something?"

"Because I'm... not..."

"Where are wegoing on this girl's trip?"

"It's a secret," April said, unable to hide her grin. "But you should be able to wear this exact outfit and fit right in."

Zara sputtered, waving her hands in frustration, but there was no way April was spilling the beans abouthorses. She couldn't wait to see Zara's face.

Chapter 38

'Just keep with it,' they said.'Soon you'll start to crave it if you miss a session.' 'Don't the endorphins feel great?'

You were absolutely, positively, utterly certain that you would nevercrave a workout at the gym. And no, you didn't feel any damn endorphins from getting a 'good pump' or a 'good sweat.' You were too busy trying not to keel over and fucking die.

Hannah wasn't actually trying to kill you, you were pretty sure. Sometimes it felt like she was, though.

April was spending the afternoon and evening with her friend Zara, so you'd been planning to get some gaming in since your regular Thursday gaming night was going towards meeting her. Then Hannah had gotten word that you were free, and an extra gym session had quickly been booked - and then she'd tortured you even more by making you walk home instead of hopping on the bus. Sure, it was only like 5 blocks, but the bus wasright there...

You'd split up to shower and change at your own places, but it hadn't taken long for her to be back at your door, grinning as she waved a bag of low-fat rice crisps that were somehow supposed to replace popcorn or chips as your snack for during the movie. Margot was out at the stables where she stabled her horse that evening, and Hikaru was working the late shift at the coffee shop so it was just you and your bestie for a few hours.

"You really think this is good?" Hannah asked, screwing up her face. She was lying with her head on the armrest of the couch, and she was short enough that you could sit at the far end and she only had to bend her knees a little to not touch you at all. Of course, this was Hannah, so since she apparently didn't like the start of the movie and was getting bored she ended up playfully bugging you by pressing her feet against your thigh, kneading it like a cat doing the 'making biscuits' thing.

"I didn't say it was good, I said it got good reviews," you said. "We haven't even gotten to the exciting parts. It's supposed to get pretty gore-y in a comedic way."

"Yeah, whatever," Hannah sighed, turning onto her back and looking down the length of the couch at you. "What if we scrap the movie and start our Game of Thrones marathon again?"

"Really?" you asked in surprise. She'd begged off somewhere in the back half of the first season the last time you'd started.

"Sure," she said. "It's been a while since that awful fucking finale, and the early stuff was good."

Cold Fish went the way of the Dodo, and you pulled up the HBO app and found where you'd last left off with Game of Thrones. Hannah took the opportunity to get up and head to the kitchen, fetching some more of the 'rice puffs' that tasted like styrofoam, and came back and sat next to you on the couch.

"Just start this episode from the beginning again so I remember where we're at," she prompted you.

You shrugged and did so, and she snuggled up against you and guided your arm around her shoulder so she could get comfortable. It was the ninth episode, the one where Khal Drogo was sick and Daenerys wanted to use blood magic to save him, and Tyrion fought in his first battle with his barbarian recruits. It was a pretty good one - and had the massive twist ending that had taken the world by fire.

About a third of the way through the episode Hannah shifted, laying down with her head pillowed on your thigh and grabbing your hand, holding it in yours. Your running commentary and banter, since you'd both seen the show before, continued unabated as you joked about the eventual fates of some of the characters, or where you'd recognised the actors in other shows or movies.

Then you got to the scene, about halfway through, where Bronn 'finds' Shae and delivers her to Tyrion. It was another one of those fun scenes between the two male characters but was also one of those classic Thrones scenes with unnecessary, gratuitous nudity that made the show so popular.

"She's actually really pretty," Hannah said when Shae pulled off her dress and bared her breasts to the camera. "And has nice tits."

You coughed and chuckled at the same time, covering your mouth. "Sure," you said.

"OK, Mr 'My Girlfriend has Massive Knockers,'" Hannah laughed, sitting up. "For the rest of the world, those are nice tits. I mean, what, you think I'm not packing some heat just because I can't drown a man in them?" She grabbed her chest through her tank top, cupping her breasts. They were small and petite, just like the rest of her, though the whole grabbing thing emphasised them a bit more.

"Hannah," you chuckled.

She sat up on her knees, swinging her leg over your lap just like Shae sat on Tyrion on the screen. "You can't tell me that a girl doing this isn'tkinda sexy, Ollie," she said, grinning at you teasingly. "Even if she's not April."

"Fine, it's kinda sexy," you said, taking her with both hands on her waist and shifting her off of you as she cackled.

"Good, as long as you can admit it," she said.

"Fine, I admit that Shae is a hot character, even if she does end up betraying Tyrion with his own father," you said. "And boobs don't need to be as big as April's to be hot."

"Finally," she laughed, then slipped down onto her side and wiggled around a bit as she got comfortable with her head pillowed on your lap. The show had moved on during her teasing, and she sighed. "It's too bad Khal Drogo couldn't last longer in the show, he was the eye candy for the ladies. Him and Jaime."

"Not Robb?"

"And Robb."

"Jon Snow?"

"... and John Snow. Though it's weird that he's supposed to be like 14 or something at the start."

- - - - -

Hannah watched the big twist scene with glazed eyes, not really caring. Her ruse had worked right up to the point that she hadn't gotten enough of a rise out of Ollie.

She couldn't stop thinking about what April had said. Mammoth Cock.

Hannah loved Ollie, and now she was fantasising about him pretty much every night. Doing that thing that the character had on-screen had been a thrill - imagine if she did it for real, and pressed her body to Ollie's, and kissed him? Or if she'd whipped off her top and shown him her breasts?

Would he like them?

Still, she hadn't gotten confirmation of his giant dick. She'd been hoping that between the nudity in the show and her putting on a little teasing he might get a little hard and she'd feel it, laying on his lap. But no such luck.

Maybe hewas really just into girls with big tits like April. Or maybe he didn't know anything different.

Chapter 39

Parking your car, you got out and checked yourself over quickly. Your shirt was tucked in appropriately, you had the top couple of buttons undone like Hikaru had told you. Your fly was up, so no embarrassment waiting for you there. Deodorant was on. Shoes were tied. You had your wallet, phone, keys...

Why did you feel even more nervous now than you had the first time you were meeting April?

Zara was her friend. You weren't even meeting April's parents or something. But then, Zara was her 'chosen' family, so was that kind ofmore important?

And had April felt this nervous meeting Hannah? Or Hikaru and Margot?

'I'm here,' you texted April like she'd asked you to, and waited a minute before heading through the parking lot towards the front door. It wasn't the kind of restaurant I would have picked - I would have thought we'd go to somewhere like a steakhouse, or equally fancy. Instead, April had texted that I should meet them at the China Buffet down on Central - I'd never been inside, but I'd driven past it more than enough times to know where it was and I was fully aware that the interior likely matched the exterior with its kitschy 'authenticity' and the dubious quality of food.

Not that I was against mediocre Westernised Chinese food, but the diet Hannah had me on meant I'd be crying over all my favourites that I couldn't eat. No noodles - too many carbs. No lemon chicken - too much sugar in the sauce, and no breading allowed.

God I missed breading.

April met me at the door, coming out wearing a cute black dress with thick shoulders but a rectangular neck that showed off a nice amount of her cleavage that was bulging slightly from the bra she must have been wearing underneath. She was in her Converse shoes despite the dress and she skipped to meet you, her grin utterly contagious as you gave her one right back. You leaned in to meet her, the two of you falling into a firm kiss as you hugged. She moaned lightly, and it deepend when you let your hand slide down from her waist to her hip, and then partially down onto her ass.

"That's my man," she said with a playful look as she pulled away. "Hi, baby."

"Hey, beautiful," you replied. "Everything going OK so far?"

"It is, she's in a good mood," April said, looking your outfit over critically for a moment and adjusting the front of your shirt lightly before beaming up at you again. "You look nice."

"You look stunning, like always, but thanks," you said.

"Take my compliments seriously," she scolded you lightly, taking your hands in hers. "You're handsome, Ollie."

"Thank you," you said after a short sigh.

"So... I've told you a little about Zara, but I feel like I should warn you..."

"Uh oh," you said.

"It's not an 'uh-oh' thing," April quickly assured you. "It's more like she's..."

"Got three eyes?"

"No," April rolled her eyes.

"Three boobs?"

"No, she's not the three-breasted alien from Total Recallor the one from Star Trek Five."

You blinked. "Wait, hold on, there was a three-breasted alien in Star Trek Five?"

"It's this, like, cat-lady dancer thing in the- You know what? Not important right now," April said. "Zara doesn't have three tits. Or arms, or anything else. She's just kind of... prickly."

"Prickly how?" you asked cautiously.

"Well, most people would probably call her a bitch. Except you can drop the 'probably' and replace it with 'usually,'" April said. "But Ipromise that's just her hard outer shell. Give her a chance, please. She's kind of judgy and kind of uppity, but that's just because she's dealt with a lot of shit in her past and it's how she coped. Anything weird she says or does tonight is because she's worried I need protecting and stuff - if I needed to bury a body, she wouldn't ask why, she'd ask if I needed to drop any more to make sure the secret stays quiet. That's the kind of friend she is for me."

"OK, OK," you said, squeezing April's hands. "I will reserve all judgment until... the third time we meet? That good?"

April winced a little. "Maybe... the fifth."

"Reall?" you asked. "That long?"

"I promise you she'll warm up to you. Just be the regular you and she won't be able to withstand your charm for too long."

"OK," you said. "Reserving judgment for an undetermined amount of time. Anything else I need to know?"

"We did a little day drinking this afternoon, so... I'm kind of a little tipsy already," April admitted with a grin. "Just a little."

"Well, the food should-"

"And we already ordered a bottle of wine because we got here early."

You blew out a breath. "So that's the kind of night it's going to be."

"It'll be fun, I promise," April said with an innocent look as she bit her lower lip cutely. "And Zara will drink most of the wine, you know I'm more of a Cider girl."

"Why does that not sound like agood thing?"

"What if I told you that I am super horny for you already, and after we drop her off at home later tonight I plan on cramming your entire mammoth cock down my throat?"

You blushed, looking around to make sure no one had been listening. Thankfully no families with little children had been about to pass by. "That sounds pretty fucking great," you said with a chuckle.

She winked, took your hand and pulled you towards the door.

Chapter 40

"So you're the famous 'Oliver,'" Zara said as you sat down.

She hadn't gotten up for a hug like you'd expected - that was usually the polite thing that girls did when meeting friends of their friends, you'd found. Nothing like that from Zara though. She sat almost imperiously on the other side of the table, swirling a glass of wine in one hand as she watched you and April walk through the restaurant. The place was exactly what you'd expected, with golden yellow lighting and about three different layers of ridiculously stereotypical 'Asian' decor. The buffet area looked clean, at least, and was filled with a bigger variety of food than they could possibly need - which was exactly what a red-blooded American wanted in his buffet. The tables were packed in tight and April and I had to squeeze between some of them on our way to Zara.

"I wouldn't say I'mthe famous Oliver," you said. "I'm thankfully not an orphan."

April snorted softly and rolled her eyes at me.

"You're also not a hot English celebrity chef," Zara said cooly. "But April seems to think you're about as peachy as a Georgia fair."

Zara was the kind of attractive that was almost too much. She had sharp, striking features and April had told you she was a model but you hadn't expected her to look somuch like a model. Her vibrant copper-red hair was a little washed out by the lighting but was like a carefully manicured mane with waves and soft ringlets that made it look like the most luxurious thing ever. Her makeup was perfectly applied and fierce, accenting her cheekbones, her lips and her intense blue eyes. And, you couldn't havenot noticed as you were walking up, she was wearing a slender red dress that hung from her shoulder by two thin strings, scooping deep in the front and showing off the centre of her chest and half of her small cleavage, somehow clinging on without a nipple slipping out. And her nippleshad to be fighting whatever was holding them in because you could see the bumps of them on the sleek material.

You'd managed not to glance at them once you got to the table, but you weren't sure you'd be able to fight the urge forever.

"He might not be a celebrity chef, but hecan cook," April said, giving you a sweet smile. "And I still need to cook for you - don't let me forget, baby."

"I'm looking forward to it," you smiled, grinning at her.

"So what is it you actuallydo, Oliver?" Zara asked, leaning forward a little as she narrowed her eyes.

Thus began the interrogation. You'd expected it a bit, and April had warned you. What you hadn't expected was how standoffish Zara was. You tried to turn questions around after answering them, or pivoting to ask more about Zara, but she stumped you at every attempt. You'd gotten through life as a fat man partially through your ability totalk with people, and you'd learned early that people liked to talk about themselves. About good things going on, giving the chance to brag about accomplishments or things they'd done or places they'd been. But especially about annoying things or ridiculous things.

Zara didn't seem to want to reveal a single damn thing about herself to you unless she had to. You learned more about her from April prompting her than you did what she said herself.

"Let's go get food," April said after about ten minutes. "I'm hungry!"

"Mm," Zara said, flashing a closed-lipped smile to April. "Sounds good, babe." She stood up and made a point of looping her arm with April's as the three of you headed towards the buffet lines. You followed and managed not to get caught looking at their butts when Zara glanced back with a suspicious look. They were both wearing dresses that got a little more billowy at the waist and down into the skirt so it wasn't like you could reallysee anything anyway. Youwere a little concerned about the length of Zara's if you really were ending up bowling after dinner.

You really let it go when you got to the buffet and had to focus on what you were and were not allowed to eat based on Hannah's diet. It was a lot more than you'd been expecting, and your stomach grumbled in protest at all the delicious, mouth-watering food you passed by. You were about halfway through the buffet, your plate less than half-full, when April sidled up next to you and gave you a gentle hip bump. "So, not a great start I guess," she said.

"I'm trying," you sighed.

"Oh, I don't mean you, I mean her," April said. "You're doing fine. More than fine. She knows you're trying, whichdoes mean something even if she'll make it seem like a bad thing."

You set your plate down and shook your head, glancing at April. "I'm reserving judgment," you said like it was a mantra.

"Thank you, baby," April said, going up on her toes and pursing her lips. You leaned down and gave her a kiss, but were interrupted by an older woman clearing her throat because she expected you to keep moving.

Once your plate was 'full' you headed back to the table. Zara was already there, and April wasn't.

Shit.

"Find anything really good?" you asked as you sat down.

"April and I have been coming here for like a decade," Zara said curtly. "The last time they added something it was a new ice cream flavour and that was three years ago."

"So the food is even better than it smells, or you guys really like this lighting," you joked.

Was that a flash of a smile, or did you imagine it?

"We keep coming back here because it's tradition," Zara said. "We havelots of traditions. So you need to learn quickly that I'm not going to put up withany shit from your end. Got it?"

"No one's ever called me an ape," you said.

She looked at you a little incredulously.

"Because I don't fling shit," you said. "Like an ape."

She rolled her eyes and dug into her food, and April thankfully returned to the table and blessedly started taking more command of the conversation. She told stories and seemed to prompt Zara into adding 'missing details,' about them in high school. She got Zara to talk about a few of the more famous people she'd met doing modelling work. Zara shot right back by pointing out stories of who April had met doing voice-over work and managed to take a few digs at you by bringing up a couple of guys April had dated.

You let the bad stuff wash off your back, telling yourself,'Be a duck.'

The three of you went up for a second round of food, and you limited yourself even more than the first time, crying on the inside but feeling more determined than ever to stick with your diet. Zara hadn'tsaid anything about your weight, but you could feel the judgement. She didn't think you were good enough for April - and the most apparent element of that was how mismatched you and April were physically. She may not have been model-thin like Zara, but she was healthy. You weren't. People stared at both of them because they were attractive in their different ways, people stared at you because of your sheer size.

Returning to the table with a plate of some raw veggies and a couple of slices of sausage wasn'texciting, but it was an act of sheer willpower you may not have had before you got together with April.

The three of you were into your second plates, and Zara was finishing the last of her wine while you drank Coke Zero (another disappointment) and April had a cider, when the redhead set her cutlery down and leaned forward. "Alright," she said. "I'm tired of beating around the bush. What the fuck are your intentions with my best friend?"

"Um," you said."Well-"

"Zara," April chided.

"What? It's a fair question," she said, then focused on me again. "You met her through a contest. Why did you even enter it? Did you fantasise about meeting her, building up a plan to try and convince her to date you?"

"No," you said, a little more forcefully than you intended, and you dropped your voice lower because other patrons were looking over at your table. "I didn't even 'enter' a contest - my friend Hannah wanted me to try a new dating app and made an account and profile for me. We only found out about the contest after that, andshe made me promise to do the swiping I had to do to get a chance at winning. And sure, I had a 'wouldn't it be neat to meet April' moment, but that was all. I never expected... everything else."

"So you never jerked off thinking about her?" Zara asked.

"Zara!" April hissed.

"Answer the question," Zara said. "You already admitted earlier you had a nerd crush on her because of her work."

"I can honestly say that no, I never jerked off thinking about April before we met," you said, then glanced at April. "Afterwards is a bit of a different story."

April blushed and grinned at the same time, knowing that you were talking about your brief phone sex escapades. She turned to Zara. "Totally inappropriate question, Zara. Stop making this fucking weird."

Zara shrugged, leaning back and draining the last of the wine from her glass. "He doesn't makesense, April," she said. "He's too..." she gestured at me generally, like she was making sense. "But also..." she kept gesturing.

"Take him at face value," April said, apparently having understood what her friend was saying.

"No one is ever actually at face value," Zara said.

"Try," April said, reaching across the table and grabbing her friend's hand. "Please. For me." Then April glanced at me. "Could you give us a minute, please?"

"Sure," you said and leaned in and kissed her on the cheek before standing up. Before you stepped away you looked at Zara. "I'm falling for April," you said. "We're not at that... stage yet, but I'm not ashamed to admit it. She's the best thing that's ever happened to me and I know it. So if you're worried about me hurting her, know that I intend to do everything I cannot to ever do that."

You walked away, weaving through the tables, without waiting for a response.

Chapter 41

You went to the washroom, and then went and paid the bill for all three of you at the front, before heading back to the table. When you got there April was sipping the last of her cider and Zara was leaning back in her chair with her arms crossed, somehow looking completely unapproachable and also making her small amount of cleavage bulge enticingly at the same time. You managed not to glance at it except when you were far enough away it wouldn't be noticeable.

"Need more time?" you asked as you stepped up next to April's chair.

"We're ready to go," Zara said, standing up abruptly and going around the other side of the table, heading for the exit.

"We're ready to go," April confirmed, a little exasperated, as she stood as well. She gave you a quick side hug and a reassuring look before you both followed Zara. When you got to the front, April coughed pointedly. "Zara."

"What?" Zara asked, having already strutted towards the exit.

"We're not dining and dashing," April said.

"Either he's smart enough that he already paid for us when he was out here, or he'snot smart enough to do that and he'll pay for us now," Zara said and turned back towards the door.

"Zara!" April said in surprise.

"She's not wrong," you said, hoping to keep things smooth. "I did pay for us all while I was up here."

"But you shouldn't have, Ollie," April frowned. "I invited you out, and Zara ismy friend."

"And we agreed that we both get to treat and spoil each other, right?" you pointed out. "This is supposed to be a fun night meeting your best friend - I'm treating you and her."

She sighed and shook her head, then took your hand as she accepted it. Once you were outside and found Zara waiting for you impatiently, April pointedly stopped and turned, summoning you down for a kiss. You happily followed through with that want, and she made sure you kissed for what would have been an unreasonable amount of time if you were being polite. When it was over, April looked at Zara. "Rude," she said.

"OK, snog-fest," Zara snorted. "Now where's your car, Oliver? You're driving, we've both been drinking."

You led them through the parking lot to your car and went around to open the passenger door for April.

"This is your car?" Zara asked, looking clearly unimpressed.

"It's a clean, working vehicle, Zara," April said. "Just because you sometimes run in circles with guys who have ugly, loud sports cars doesn't mean every guy needs to own one."

"But it's aCivic," Zara said.

"You drive a Civic," April said.

"That's what I mean!"

"I live in the city," you pointed out. "I don't evenneed a car. The only reason I have one is so I can go visit family whenever I want, or go on trips to other nearby cities."

"Whatever," she said and opened the back door as you held open the front for April.

They both got in and shut the doors, but you could havesworn you heard April say,'What did I say about not being a cunt anymore?'

You got in, feeling self-conscious about how the car shifted with your weight, and buckled up. "Are we heading somewhere specific?" you asked.

April had the directions, and the conversation lulled a bit during the drive. The bowling alley was newer, with lots of lights outside to make it look more like a bright, entertaining place instead of the rundown dive you'd kind of come to expect from bowling alleys. It also had a ridiculous name, 'Alley Social,' and was also a bar. Inside place looked like it could have hosted corporate parties and had twenty lanes of bowling backed by a bar lit almost entirely by bright fluorescent multi-coloured tube lights.

A pretty hostess welcomed you, and April ordered up a lane and the three of you went through the process of getting your rental shoes before heading to your lane.

Things got... interesting, once you all sat down to put them on.

April had worn socks with her sneakers, so she just kicked off her shoes and started to put on the slightly goofy shoes that wouldn't go with her dress at all. Zara, however, had worn strappy heels with her dress so she had to pull out a pair of socks from her little purse and start putting them on. You were bending over, taking off your own shoes, when you glanced across your communal sitting area and almost choked on your own spit.

Zara's dress wasshort, but you hadn't realised how short while walking around upright or with her sitting behind the table at dinner. Now it sathigh on her thighs, and when she shifted to pull on one of her socks it spread her legs more than enough for you to have a clear look right at the little red thong she was wearing and the fact that it had shifted a little and one of her pussy lips was peaking out.

You sat up quickly, coughing and blinking the water from your eyes at the shock of both the unintentional glimpse and inhaling your own spit. April quickly sat up as well, patting your shoulder. "You OK?" she asked in concern. You managed to nod, clearing your throat heavily.

Once your throat was clear, and you'd wiped your eyes, you leaned down and dropped your voice to a whisper. "You should warn Zara she's, uh, exposing herself."

When you pulled back April gave you a confused look with one eyebrow raised, then looked over at her friend. Zara had paused for a moment at your coughing but had put on her other sock and was leaning down to tie her bowling shoe. Legs slightly spread. The angleshould have been more risky for revealing her bust, but somehow the dress remained in place up top.

"Zara," April said, shooting to her feet when she saw it.

"What?" Zara asked, sitting back up questioningly.

April grabbed her hands and urged her to stand up, then started pulling her towards the bathrooms - Zara wearing one shoe and April in her socks. "We'll be right back," April said over her shoulder.

You shook your head a little incredulously. That was definitelynot what you'd been expecting to see.

"Hey, my man," a guy said, leaning over the seating from the lane next to yours. "Just checking, is one of those chicks your sister? 'Cause my buddies and I think they are both smokin' hot, but we don't want to make it awkward and flirt with a sister in front of her bro."

On the one hand, you were a little surprised at the... politeness of the request. But it also hurt, because the guy looked like he could have been named Chad and it would have fit. He and his buddies were dressed for a night out and could have all been on some sports team together. And they thought it was more likely you were related to one of the girls instead of dating one.

"I'm actually dating the shorter one," you said honestly. "And, to be honest, we're pretty smitten with each other right now. Her friend is totally single though, if you want to give that a shot."

"Dude, nice," the guy said, offering me a handshake. "Good for you, and thanks for the heads-up."

"No problem," you said, shaking it.

He turned back to his group. "Guy says the redhead is single!"

"Nice," someone else said.

You shook your head. Either Zara was going to be happy with the distraction of a bunch of guys hitting on her, or she was going to give them the same cold treatment you were receiving. Either way, you were hopefully going to get a short reprieve from her ire.

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Hope you enjoyed! Votes and comments are always welcome. If you enjoyed this story, consider checking out some of my other 'feel good' stories here on Literotica like Pal-entine's for Single Parents or Porcelain.

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