Unexpected Affections Pt. 05

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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 making nice with the Best Friend, MFF, and accidental flashing.

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Chapter 42

April and Zara came back from wherever they'd disappeared to, April looking mildly annoyed and Zara as if nothing had happened. They both came straight into your lane's little sitting area and April sat down and gave you a reassuring little smile and then leaned in to give you a kiss on the cheek. Then she pressed her lips to your ear.

"Thanks for being a gentleman, baby," she whispered. "You're the best."

"Everything's good?" you asked, putting your hand on her knee.

She nodded, then glanced across at Zara where she was tying up her other shoe and smirked a little. The redhead had her knees pressed together as she was doing it. "It's fine," April said.

You'd had plenty of time to lace up your shoes, so you got up, settled in front of the little computer system, and started inputting names into the score tracker. "Who wants to go first?" you asked.

"You do," Zara said a little snarkily.

You sighed softly and shook your head. "April?"

"You go first, I'll go second," she said. "Zara can bring up the rear."

"More like kick your asses," Zara teased.

"Gotta catch us first," April teased right back. "I seem to remember the last time we played-"

"We arenot talking about that," Zara said.

April laughed and then grinned at you. "She pretended like she didn't know how to bowl and had never done it before so that the guy she was on a date with would teach her. It was alittle embarrassing."

"He was that dumb sort of macho whatever," Zara said dismissively. "It made him feel important. Plus he had those big muscled arms; how could I not want them around me?"

"Yeah, right up until you had to bowl granny-style the whole time. Real attractive," April snorted.

"Fuck you," Zara laughed. She'd gotten her second shoe on. "Now are we bowling or not? I'm planning on wiping youboth out."

It was only five-pin, so the balls were small and fit with a nice heft in your hand. You couldn't remember the last time you'd been bowling, but you knew the mechanics of it well enough. Your first ball went soaring down the lane and punched two of the pins spinning.

"Nice start, baby," April called loudly. It wasn't like she was shouting, or overly loud compared to the rest of the active place, but she was definitely speaking at a volume that people in other lanes could hear. And that... was really nice. It put a heat in you that reached your cheeks a bit; mild embarrassment, but also pride. Pride that a woman like her was withyou, callingyou a pet name. Making it clear you were hers and she was yours.

You turned on your heel and grinned at her as you went to fetch another ball, and she flashed you two thumbs up as she scrunched her nose and grinned.

"You're gonna put it in the gutter this time," Zara jeered. "Right in the left gutter. Nothing you can do about it."

"We'll see," you said with a shrug, grabbing your next ball and spinning it in your hand for a moment as you lined up again. Step-step-step-swing and release, sending the ball.

It didn't go in the gutter, so that was good. It also sailed straight through the hole in the pins you'd already opened. "Agh," you said, snapping your fingers as you turned around and shook your head, grinning. April was giving you a'You got this' supportive look and winked at you, while Zara had her hands cupped to her mouth. "Gutterbaaall," she called. "Gutterbaaaall."

"I'll make you a bet, Zara," you said. "If I knock out at least two more pins, you gotta cut out the heckling."

"Heckling is half the fun of bowling," Zara scoffed. "No deal."

"As long as you can take as much as you can dish out, that's fine," you said. "But no getting mad if I heckle you back."

"Bring it on, Gutter-Man," Zara said, giving you a double-handed summons with her fingers like she was challenging you to fight.

You shrugged and saw April smirking and rolling her eyes. You grabbed your last ball for the frame and lined yourself up.

"Gutter-baaaaal'. Gutterguttergutter-baaaallll," Zara chanted.

You stepped into the sequence and sent your ball rolling, smashing into the front pin at an angle and knocking an entire side down, leaving only the back right pin standing at the end.

"Nice job, Ollie!" April cheered.

"Not even a spare," Zara said.

"Better than nothing," you said, meeting April as she hopped to her feet, high-fived you and then pursed her lips.

"Kiss for luck," she demanded.

You grinned and gave her a quick kiss, making her grin as well. She was grabbing her ball as you settled into your seat.

"Maybe I'll tell him about Fernando McMellon," Zara called to April as she lined up her shot.

"Don't you fucking dare," April called over her shoulder, not losing much of her focus. "You know what storyI tell if you tell that one."

"I-... Damn," Zara laughed.

April took four short steps and released her ball, sending it spinning down the lane and wiping out three of the pins.

"Well, now I'm curious," you said.

"Curiosity killed the cat, Ollie," April said as she came back with a little smirk to grab her next ball. "Let a girl have her middle-school secrets, OK?"

"Sorry, what were we talking about?" you feigned.

"That's my guy," April said and winked at you.

"Ugh, gross," Zara chirped. "You're getting soft, April. So soft you're gonna miss this shot."

"I'm not the one who's gonna be flashing my ass every time I take a shot," April said back, then sent her next ball. She crushed the last two pins and pumped her first. "Spare!" she spun on her heels and hopped to you, crashing down into your arms and giving you a kiss.

"Nailed it," you chuckled.

Zara got up, heading for the lane, and April turned and perched comfortably on your knee. "Your shoes donot go with that dress," she said as Zara passed.

"Never said that did," Zara shot back.

She was starting to get lined up for her first shot when you leaned forward a little and asked April loud enough that Zara would hear, "So when she puts this right in the gutter, are we supposed to play nice?"

"Fuck off," Zara said over her shoulder, then scooted forward and sent her ball, but immediately had to reach back with her free hand and grab the back of her dress, yanking it down to make sure her pale white ass wasn't hanging out. The ball banked right, catching the final pin on that side. "Shit," she said, turning and heading for return and grabbing another one. "I haven't been bowling in, God, years I guess."

"Excuses!" April laughed.

Zara flashed her the middle finger and a smirk, then stuck her tongue out at you before grabbing her next ball and lining up.

"Gutter," April coughed loudly.

Zara sent her ball, grabbing the back of her dress again to keep her modesty. She nailed the centre pin and it went careening one way wall the ball went the other, scattering the rest of the pins.

"Yeah, baby," Zara crowed, turning and flashing you and April both her middle fingers. "Talk shit now."

"Looks like you're chasing us now, babe," April said with a grin, nudging you with an elbow as she stood up to let you up for your turn.

"Well, let's see if I can catch you," you sighed as you stood.

She gave you a quick kiss and a pat on the ass as you went for your next turn.

It became clear that while you weren't terrible at bowling, they were both slightly better than you. It wasn'tembarrassing, but both April and Zara quickly started to pull ahead. This meant that the shit-talking escalated between them, rather than digging at you more, which might have been the best possible outcome.

The guys in the lane next to yours waited until your fourth frame before they started trying to flirt with Zara. It started with one of them calling a 'Nice job!' when she made her first strike of the night. She responded with a smirk and a finger gun as she said, "Kiss my tight little ass."

You and the guys seemed to be on the same page of not knowing whether that was supposed to be a 'fuck off' kind of statement or a flirting one. They aired on the side that favoured them and soon they were bantering with all three of you, though it was mostly directed at Zara.

Again, it was strange to feel like April was making a point to show them that, even while they were bantering, she was withyou. She would come back from bowling and sit on your lap, or give you a sweet kiss. She even pulled your hand back onto her ass once when you were giving up the lane to her and she pressed herself to you for a deeper kiss. One of the guys had even given a little wolf whistle that had made her laugh.

On the bowling front, you slowly gave up the idea of catching up in points - Zara might not have been bowling 'in years' but just like with the Chinese Buffet, it seemed like this was something they'd done a lot of as teens. It wasn't all spares and strikes from either of the girls, but they were much better than youand the guys in the lane over.

"So where are you guys headed after this?" Chad asked, leaning over the back of the bench seating to chat with you and Zara while April was taking her turn. "We're supposed to meet up with some folks atHype Train, you should come with us. I bet you're an absolute demon on the dance floor."

"You just want to get those grubby mitts on me," Zara smirked. She was sitting at the terminal, putting space between herself and the guys, and had been leaning back a bit. This had the effect of extending her long legs and showing them off, and you'd noticed the guys staring at her when they weren't actively bowling or engaged in the bantering.

"Hey, I'm not ashamed to say I think you're a fuckin' dime," Chad said, flashing one of those grins that you had no idea how a man developed. The'forgive my forwardness because I'm a ruggedly handsome bad boy' sort of grin. Smarmy, and full of self-confident ego. The kind of feeling you didn't think you werecapable of exuding as it came off of him like a fresh spray of Axe deodorant.

Zara, however, didn't seem to fall for it. Or take the bait. Her soft smirk turned just a little sour, and her eyes narrowed just a little bit, turning colder. Not enough to make her look angry, but after spending a few hours with her over dinner and then bowling you could see some of the differences in her 'I'm having fun' Ice Princess routine and 'This displeases me' Ice Princess.

"Yeah, well, I've got other plans," she said and stood up. You thought she was going to dismissively head to the lane since April had just sent her last ball of the frame, but instead, you were surprised when she planted herself on your lap, her little butt landing deep on your thighs and her back pressing against your stomach as she raised an arm to hook over your shoulder. This put the exposed centre of her chest right near your eye level and her sharp jawline inches from your face, and you realised she smelled like lavender and wine. "It's threesome night, so if anyone is gonna get their hands on me it's my best friend and her boyfriend. Sorry-not-sorry."

You and Chad might have both had the same reaction. Stunned shock. Possibly about to choke on your own spit. Trying to look and not look at the same time. Trying to wrap your heads around what she'd just said.

Were you having a stroke? Was that what this was? Had you been in a coma for the past month and all of this had been a dream?

"Well, I wish you'd toldme that," April said as she came back from the lane, smirking as she approached. "I would have brought my strap-on so we could double-team you."

That got guffaws of delighted, boyish laughter from the guys as Chad sat back, eyes wide in stunned joy at the idea. You had to physically turn and cough because youdid start choking on your spit, avoiding coughing directly on Zara.

"Oh, my turn?" Zara asked innocently, getting off your lap and heading for the lane. April replaced her on your lap, laughing with her eyes as you turned back to her with a little water in your eyes from the coughing. The guys had turned back to their own group for the moment, talking animatedly.

"You OK?" April asked quietly with a chuckle in her voice.

"Yeah," you said, blinking away the water. "Um..."

"Oh, I know," April said. "She could have given us a warning that she was going to pull that card to turn them down."

"OK," you sighed. "So this is a thing you've done before?"

"Well, more 'we're lesbians' than 'it's threesome night' but I knew what she was doing," April said, rubbing a hand on your chest. "Sometimes guys take 'No' better with an explanation like that. Though she's definitely going to need to answer for how far she took it after being a bitch to you all night."

"It's fine," you said. "Happy to help make the No stick, I guess."

"Uh-uh," April hummed with a little grin, shaking her head. "Now that she needs to apologise, she's going to apologise. Hopefully, this speeds up the whole process of her softening and accepting what a great, amazing guy you are." She gave you a little kiss, looking into your eyes as she kept grinning.

"I'm so fucking lucky," you said.

"Me too," she agreed. "Me too."

Chapter 43

"I'm sorry you were offended," Zara said, her arms crossed as she blinked several times rapidly and tossed her red mane of hair to one side.

The three of you were in the parking lot. The guys in the other lane had left, moving on to some bar or club, and you, April and Zara had finished up your own round before deciding to call it. April was in charge of the plans for the night, so you weren't sure if this was it or if there was another stop. When you'd gotten outside into the pleasantly cool evening air, however, April had stopped both of you at the front of your car.

"Zara," April scoffed. "That's not an apology and you know it."

Zara made a face at April and then rolled her eyes. April didn't back down however and just stared at her friend. The redhead wilted a little under her glare and glanced back at you. "I'm sorry Imade you feel uncomfortable?"

"I-"

"Are you asking if you're sorry, or are you telling him you're sorry?" April interrupted you before you could accept.

Zara grit her teeth, looking at April again, then back at you. "Oliver, I'm sorry that I made you feel uncomfortable. It was wrong."

"And?" April prompted.

"And what?!" Zara asked in exasperation.

"You sat your skinny little butt right in his lap," April said.

Zara rolled her eyes again. "I'm sorry for sitting my skinny, perky, perfect ass on your lap."

"And you led others to believe he'd be having a threesome tonight."

"And for- Wait, why am I apologising forthat?" Zara asked. "Those guys thought Oliver was the man for that."

"Yeah, but he's not having one, is he?" April asked. Then a look passed over her face, one you hadn't seen before. "Unless he is."

"What?" you asked.

Zara had her eyes locked with April, like they were the only two people in the world. "Unless he is?" Zara asked.

"Unless... he is?" April asked right back. Each time they said it their inflection changed.

"Unless he... is," Zara said.

"Unless he is," April nodded.

Zara frowned in a 'Huh' sort of way. "Unless he is."

You pressed the car alarm button on your key fob and your car started honking and blinking its lights, making both ladies jump a little. Another press turned it off. "How about we start using full sentences again instead of BFF telepathy?" you suggested.

"Zara doesn't need to apologise for that last part," April said, turning and taking your hand in hers. "Is Hikaru home tonight, or is she out?"

"Um, I think she was working, but that would have ended a couple of hours ago. She might have had plans with Margot after."

"OK," April said, leading you towards the driver's side door of your car. "Bring us to your place."

"Oh... kay," you said, letting her open the door for you. "Is this-?"

"Unless you are," April said, smiling a little and raising her eyebrows.

"I am?"

Her grin got bigger. "You are."

You got chills and felt like your back was sweating as you sat down. April got into the back seat behind you while Zara got into the back from the other side. "No one say anything," April said.

Starting the car, you pulled out of the parking lot and headed towards your place. The quiet was... weird. Especially after how chatty both ladies had been all evening. Was what you were thinking happening really happening?

Had April and Zara just decided to have a threesome with you?

That couldn'tpossibly be what was happening, right?

Right?

You opened your mouth to asksomething, even if you weren't sure what the first question coming out would be, but April put a hand on your shoulder from the back seat as you inhaled. "I need to say something to both of you separately. So just... trust me, baby."

Letting out your breath silently, you glanced into the rearview mirror and saw April biting her bottom lip, her brow furrowed a little as she must have been thinking through what she wanted to say. Zara, meanwhile, also had her brow furrowed but she was staring right back at you in the mirror while she slowly slid her tongue back and forth along her lower lip.

- - - - -

"This is it," you said, escorting the two women into your apartment. "Hikaru, are you here?" There wasn't an answer, and you closed the door and locked it behind the three of you. "Guess she's out," you said.

"Good," April said. She grabbed your hand and Zara's and pulled you both deeper into the apartment, then softly pushed Zara towards the bathroom. "Wait one minute for me in there," she ordered.

"Bossy," Zara murmured but smirked a little and followed her friend's direction. At the bathroom door, she turned back, looking over her shoulder and confirming that you'd both been watching her walk away. A look passed over her face again, hard to read, and then she went inside.

"April-" you started, but April shushed you and urged you towards your bedroom, shutting the door behind the two of you. She put her hands on your chest and backed you up until you had to sit on your bed and she was standing in front of you.

"Will you be my boyfriend?" she asked.

You weren't sure what you'd been expecting but it wasn't that. "Um," you said, shaking your head once. "Yes. God, yes," you said, reaching up and putting your hands over hers. "But-"

"Good," she said, ploughing through. "Because I wasn't about to be the kind of girl who hooks up with a 'guy she's seeing' with her best friend, but sharing my boyfriend and his mammoth cock with my best friend when she needs a good dicking I can do."

"OK, hold on," you said. "Why is this happening?"

April leaned towards you, her bust brushing your chin as she kissed your forehead before pulling back. "Despite the fact that you're pretty fantastic at sex, you haven't had a lot of experience," she said. "And I'm not exactly the town bicycle, but I also don't think it's fair that you'reso amazing and have only had sex with one person ever. And Zara... Zara has some personal stuff she needs to figure out, but the thing that matters now is that she's never enjoyed sex before. Like, ever. And that's really sad, but it's also starting to really get to her, so she needs a really good fucking dicking. And, oh look, you happen to have a fucking fabulous one." She'd slid her hand down to grope at the front of your slacks as she grinned impishly. "I love her. She's my best friendforever. And I... you know."

"I... know," you said. It wasso soon and saying it was scary.

"Thank you," she said, then kissed you gently before pulling away, backing up to the door but not opening it. She bit her lower lip, looking concerned. "If this is something you don't feel ready for, you can say no and I'll figure it out. You can always say no."

You let out a long breath you hadn't realised you'd been holding. "Have you two ever...?" you half-asked.

"A little kissing back in high school," April said. "Mostly to tease a boy. Never anything more than that. This'll be a first for us."

"And you're sure about changing that?" you asked. "If it doesn't... go well... Zara and I don't have something that could... break. But I don't want you to lose your best friend."

"Oh, you sweet man," April sighed, coming right back to you and cupping your face. "I'm offering you a threesome with a smokin' hot model and you're worried my friendship with her might get dinged up. I promise it won't. Now do you think you can lay down some pipe on Zara and teach her what real sex is?"

"I'll try," you said.

"That's all I need," she grinned, then kissed you one more time before returning to the door and opening it. "Just... get comfortable on the bed, I guess. I'll be right back. Boyfriend."

"Girlfriend," you responded with a grin of your own.

Chapter 44

Zara looked around the bathroom, her expression turning from a sneer to a moderately accepting suspicion. It wasn't filthy, so that was something. It also wasn't hotel room clean, but it sounded like Oliver and his cousin or whatever lived there. Hikaroo? Something like that.

She opened a drawer and it was full of branded female products. Skin, hair, lipstick. None of them were the brands that April used. The cousin's stuff, then.

At least April hadn't fucking moved in here yet, then.

Zara peeked in the shower. Clean. Poked the lid of the garbage can. Nothing weird. Opened under the sink. Two neat rows of extra toilet paper.

She stood back up, crossing her arms as she frowned and looked around the tight little room. Nothing weird. Nothing out of place. Nothing that screamed 'He's not what he seems!' That was what she couldn't figure out - what was the catch? Well, other than the obvious; that Oliver was probably the size of three of her combined. Maybe even four.

But all that nerd shit out in the main apartment areascreamed that he'd have something weirdsomewhere. Little naked anime statuettes. Or an anime body pillow with some gross little girl character. Or...

She sighed and sat down on the toilet with the lid down, putting her elbows on her knees and her chin in her hands.

"Am I really gonna do this?" she mumbled to herself quietly.

A threesome.

Sheshould have just apologised for being a cunt. She'd known that's what she was doing all night, but April deserved the best and Oliver just didn't seem like that. He was too... soft. In every way she could think of.

But when April hinted that maybe itcould happen, Zara was reminded of the fact that the last time she'd had a good come was to pictures of her best friend with the giant fucking cock. April hadalways been a bit of a secret spank bank person for Zara - not in a weird way, she would tell herself, but because April was just a really goodperson.

A therapist had told her once that she was 'demisexual' and Zara hated the idea of fucking labels so she'd never gone back. Supposedly she needed an emotional connection to have sex or something, but that's not how sexworked. You were supposed to get an emotional connectionfrom sex.

The bathroom door opened and April slipped in, closing it behind her and pushing her back to it as she looked at Zara.

"Don't tell me he's already naked and waiting in bed," Zara smirked.

"No, he's not," April said. "He's actually stressing out that if we do this, our friendship could inadvertently take a hit."

Zara was a little shocked at that one. "Oh," she said lamely and felt a little colour rising to her cheeks.

April sighed and ran her fingers through her hair. "He loves me, Zara," she said.

"He said that?" Zara asked.

"We both almost said it."

"So hedidn't say it."

"It's too early," April grunted. "Too fast. Except not. Except- whatever. Oliver and I are on the same page. We're together. Girlfriend-boyfriend. You are my best friend. I need you and him to get along, and I need you to mellow the fuck out."

"Wait, so this threesome thing is about me and him?" Zara asked. "You don't want to do itwith me so much as make sureI get filled withhis dick?"

"No, that's not- Ugh!" April sighed. "I love him. I love you. You told me about your sexuality-sexiness-seductionstuff going on, and you know who would be great to practise that on and get real, honest feedback from? Oliver. And if I get to love on both of you while it happens, all the better."

Zara chewed on the inside of her cheek for a moment, looking up at her standing friend. "We've never done this before," she said. "Not with a guy, and not just us."

"It never really came up," April shrugged.

"Have you ever thought about me... like that?" Zara asked.

It was April's turn to blush. "I mean, you're notthe top fantasy, but you're top ten I guess," she mumbled.

"So you've gotten off thinking about me?"

"About you. About us doing stuff with other people. About us in the middle of an orgy," April said, waving dismissively. "I've got an active, horny imagination, OK?"

"I have too," Zara admitted. "Gotten off thinking about us, and you, and doing... stuff."

"Stuff," April repeated and chuckled.

"Yeah, stuff," Zara smirked.

"So we're doing this?"

"If he's the one, he's the one, I guess," Zara said, standing up.

"Then... look, Zara. He's overweight. He'svery overweight. He knows, and he's tryingso hard to fix it. Don't fucking bring it up, OK? You can be snarky, or sarcastic, or whatever, but don't insult him. Especially about his weight. Just remember that sooner than later you might be my maid of honour looking across an altar at him as my groom, and if the thing that flashes through his mind is you saying something cruel while he's naked and vulnerable with us- I couldn't handle that."

"Fucking hell, Ape," Zara said. "You're talking aboutmarriage all of a sudden."

"I'm thinkingahead," April replied. "I'm thinking a couple years down the road. I'm thinking in optimistic If's, OK?"

"OK, I- I hear you," Zara said. "Fuck. Well, if it's that serious do you really even want us to do this? Isn't it almost just as bad if he looks just past you at the altar and pictures me gobbling his cock when he sees me all done up in a bridesmaid's dress?"

"As long as he's smiling, and he's marrying me, I don't give a fuck," April said. "Because he'll have plenty of memories ofme doing the same thing."

"Nasty bitch," Zara chuckled.

"OK?" April asked, taking Zara's hand.

"Yeah, OK," Zara nodded. "Let's go fuck his brains out."

"I think... you should take the lead. At first," April said. "Be the seductress. Seduce my boyfriend."

Zara licked her lips and then chewed on the bottom one lightly. "Really?" she asked.

"You're drop-dead sexy, and this is a safe space," April said. "And I'm giving you permission. Get your sexy back, Zara. Prove it to yourself."

"Alright," Zara said, giving her friend's hand a squeeze. "I'll get my sexy back. But if Justin Timberlake calls to file a complaint that I'm bringing sexy back harder than him, you're the one answering the phone."

April snorted and pulled Zara into a hug, and the two women held each other for a long moment. Things were about to change between them, but how much would it change really? They'd loved each other longer and harder than most. A little sex between friends wouldn't be that big a deal.

Chapter 45

Was this how threesomes happened? Talking, and dancing around the idea, and awkwardness and then... Waiting?

You sat on the edge of your bed, looking around and feeling awkward in your own space. This was your damn bedroom, and you didn't know what to do with yourself. How long would it take for April to have her conversation with Zara? Or was it even a conversation? Maybe they were just fixing their makeup or something. Or maybe itwas a conversation and Zara was going to back out. That would mean you'd probably have to drive them both back to their car at the restaurant - April hadn't had anything to drink at the bowling alley so she'd probably be good to go, right?

Still nothing from outside the room. You blew out a breath and fished your phone out of your pocket. No texts or anything. You put it on the bedside table and then emptied your pockets into the drawer before sitting back down.

Should you grab a book? Would that be weird if they came in all ready to have sex and you were reading a SciFi anthology?

You were internally debating whether the anthology or a comic book would be worse when the clicking footsteps of their heels on the hardwood in the living area warned you they were coming. Looking up expectantly, you were a little surprised that Zara was in the lead and not April. Your girlfriend - God, she was your official, for real girlfriend! - was behind the redhead, but Zara stopped in the doorway and struck a pose, crossing her arms as she leaned one shoulder against the door frame and raised an eyebrow. The pose cocked her hip out, accentuating her thin, tall frame.

"Well, Mr Oliver, it seems that we have a lot to discuss," she said smoothly.

"We do?" you asked. Mr Oliver?

"Of course we do," she said, leaving her pose and entering the room with a decided sway to her hips. "We've been working together for, what's it been, five years now? Me, your loyal secretary and you, my hard-working, genius boss. All those long hours that led to your success."

Oooh, she's roleplaying, you realised.

"It has been a lot of work," you said. "Especially the business trips."

"All those trips. You in one room, me in another. We couldn't have any impropriety," Zara said, giving a little pout as she reached out with her hands and ran her fingers along the collar of your shirt, then unbuttoned the second button to open it a little more. "Of course, now that your wife has decided you deserve somespecial attention, it was me she came to. You know we've been friends forever."

"Of course," you said, glancing past Zara to April, who was grinning and gave you a thumbs up. "My wife April adores you."

"And I adore her," Zara said, undoing another button on your shirt before sliding her hands into it, rubbing up to your shoulders. "Did you know we speak on the phoneall the time, Mr Oliver? I don't think we keep a single secret from each other?"

"Is that right?" you asked, wondering exactly how much April had actually told Zara.

"It is," Zara said innocently. "Sit back, Mr Oliver. Get comfortable."

You let her guide you a bit and you ended up in the middle of the bed, leaning back against your pillows. She came around to the end of the bed and cocked her head to the side, striking another pose as she looked at you through hooded eyes. She was gorgeous. She wasn't April, but she was still stunning.

"What is it you and my wife have been talking about lately?" you asked once you were settled.

"Oh, everything," Zara said with a playful smile. She glanced over at April and winked. "But there's one thing in particular we agree on."

"And what's that?" you asked.

"It's time for me to thank you for all those bonuses." She climbed up onto the bed on her knees and leaned forward onto her hands as well, crawling up the bed and past your feet like she was a cat. Her ass stayed high as she arched her back and her short dress just barely kept her covered from your eyes, but April had to already be getting an eyeful as she smirked and watched the 'scene' unfolding.

Zara was hovering over your knees and she reached up and ran her hand from your knee and up your thigh. She hesitated when she found the outline of your cock, then wrapped her hand around it as best she could.

"Holy shit," she said.

"Told you," April chuckled quietly.

"Um," Zara said, then shook her head and looked you in the eye, "Mr Oliver, this is going to be fun."

"I hope so," you agreed.

She started to stroke you through your slacks, and soon your cock was awake and firming up, pressing back against her hand as you groaned softly. Zara's eyes were trained on where her hand was massaging up and down your thigh, a little wide as her fingers traced the ridge of your cock head up and down your shaft.

"Fuck, I need to see this thing," she mumbled and quickly reached for your belt and got it and your pants undone. You had to shift to get your pants down and she pulled them all the way off of you, leaving you in your boxers. Your cock, caught as it was with you sitting down, was hard and sticking out the bottom of the leg hole. Zara shook her head, incredulous, then licked her palm and ran it over the head, making you groan at the contact with her smooth, slick skin. She looked over her shoulder at April. "This thingfits in you?"

"Perfectly," April grinned. "And it's gonna fit in you, too."

Zara shook her head and turned back to you. "Can I use my mouth, Mr Oliver?"

"I would love that, Miss Zara," you said.

She hadn't even waited for permission, already dropping low with her ass still in the air as she pressed her lips to your cock head. She kissed it and sucked on half the head, running her tongue over it like she still wasn't quite sure it was real. Then she sat back up. "Get those off," she said, pointing at your boxers. "I gotta see this cock in all its fucking raw glory."

You shifted again, sliding your boxers down, and this time April stepped forward and helped pull them from your final ankle because you didn't have the time to do it yourself. As soon as your cock was free it raised into a thick, fleshy flagpole. Zara got one hand around it, about halfway up, the touch helping your firm up even more.

"Mmm," she hummed to herself, her eyes intense as she looked from your cock to your eyes and back. She tilted it towards her, leaned forward a little more, and then swirled her tongue around the head as she looked into your eyes. She slurped her lips around the crown and popped off of it before starting to stroke your shaft with her hand, looking up into your eyes again.

"God," you groaned and reached out and brushed some of her copper-red hair out of her eyes, tucking it behind her ear. "You are... wow."

She moaned a little, wordless, and started to slowly bob her head, taking a bit more of your cock into your mouth every time. While she was doing that she also wiggled her butt, and whether it was on purpose or by accident that made her short dress slide a bit, and then a bit more, before her cute little ass was bare except for her red thong.

"How's she doing, baby?" April asked quietly. She'd closed the door to your bedroom and was leaning against your dresser, one hand clutching it like she was afraid she was going to fall over and the other rubbing at her breast through her dress and bra.

"Fuck, April," you groaned. "She's-"

"Tell her," April encouraged you.

"Zara, you are stunning," you said, looking back down at the redhead as she played with your cock in her hand and mouth. "Like, you're beautiful and have a great body, but that's the obvious stuff. I'm- God, stop doing that for a second so I can make words go together - I'm mostly stunned by yourplayfulness though. Your eyes, and how you can slip into character but not make it too silly, andoh fuck, yeah, that thing you're doing with your tongue, too."

"Hmmhmmhmm," Zara hummed, doing it again. Then she pulled her lips from around your cock head with a slurp and kissed the side of your shaft. "Thank you for the compliments," she murmured. She stroked you some more, looking up into your eyes as she did it, and you saw a strange expression in her gaze. Finally, she sat up, one hand still on your cock just holding it, as she turned back to April. "You were right," she said. "I need a couple more minutes to get used to this thing and seduce it before we do more."

"He's all yours to seduce," April grinned, then seemed to decide she didn't want to lean anymore and she hopped up to sit on your dresser, now using both hands to trace her cleavage and palm her tits.

Zara turned back to you and leaned forward, but instead of down she leaned into you and brought her lips to your mouth, hesitating at just the last moment. You could feel her breath on your lips, her nosejust brushing yours.

"If it's too intimate or something, we don't need to," you said softly. "But... I think I'd like to."

"Shut up," she hushed you, then pressed her lips to yours.

You had practised kissing now, so you knew what to do as her lips worked and you worked yours back. What you weren't expecting was the raw emotion in the kiss - some lust or hunger, maybe, but you got a weird sense of... something. Something that made the kiss into more than it was. Her fingers gripped your cock as her lips worked yours, and you raised your hands to her waist and just held her gently as she started to press her tongue against your lips. Soon the two of you were making out and were both sucking in air through your noses so you didn't need to break the seal of the kiss.

When she finally did pull away her eyes met yours for a brief moment, her cheeks pink and her lips wet from the kissing, but she dropped her eyes back to your cock and slid down to her stomach, kicking her feet up behind her as she pulled your cock down and started to slide the top third of it in and out of her mouth, moaning and putting a vibration into you.

That made you groan, leaning back and looking to the ceiling because you felt like you were in heaven, but then you remembered heaven was in the room and you rolled your head to look over at April. Your girlfriend had kicked off her Converse shoes and had one heel up on the corner of the dresser top, her knee bent and high, while her other leg spread to the opposite side as far as it could as she leaned back against the wall. This let her get one hand up and under the skirt of her dress and she was rubbing at her pussy through her panties. Her other hand was scooped inside the neck of her dress, playing with her breasts.

Seeing that April was enjoying the show, you grunted and reached forward, running your hands through Zara's hair. "Do you want me to hold it back for you," you asked her. "Or are you more comfortable with my hands off?"

She pulled off your cock with a moan and another pop. "Hold my hair back," she gasped. Then she moaned again as you gathered it and held it tight to her scalp. "God. Big dick. Big hands. Jesus." She shifted up onto her knees, leaning back down and starting to blow you in longer, slower strokes that were cramming her mouth with about half your cock. Her lips had to stretch a bit to get around you and you grunted as you felt the head of your cock brush against the back of her throat.

This return to her knees had Zara's ass up in the air again, and this time you didn't need to wait to see it - her dress was pretty much bundled at her waist, her cute little butt bare again except for the red thong.

"Fuck it," you heard April groan after another minute and she slipped down from the dresser and came to the side of the bed.

"Well, well, well," she said, affecting a slightly snobbish, almost aristocratic tone. "It seems you've started my husband's surprisewithout me, Miss Zara."

"Mmf!" Zara moaned, and then pulled off your cock. She took a moment to catch her breath and blink back some water in her eyes. "I was just following your directions, Mrs April."

"Were you really?" April asked, still in a snobby tone. "Or have you simply beenthis horny for my husband's cock for all five years you've worked for him? Honestly, Miss Zara, it's quite unbecoming..."

"But Mrs April, you said-"

"Quite unbecoming how little of his cock you can fit in your mouth," April finished her thought, smirking a little. She climbed up on the bed on her knees and leaned in. "Let me show you how a womanproperly trained for a majestic tool this size does her work."

With April leaning in from one side, and your gut in the way, you lost more of your visual stimuli for the next long several minutes. What you were lacking in visual, however, was more than made up for in physical.

They swapped your cock back and forth between them. There was always at least one set of lips on or around your cock, and usually two. They both also had at least one hand on it, struggling to wrap around the shaft and stroke. The sensations, if you focused on them, were almost overwhelming and you were groaning consistently. Trying to take your mind off the rising feeling of heat in your balls, you let your hands wander. You played with April's hair, running your fingers through it. You palmed her breast through her dress as it pressed against you. She shuffled when you hooked a hand over her hip, tilting her ass more towards you and giving it a little jiggle and flex when you slid your hand up her thigh, under the hem of her dress and ran your hand across her ass. Eventually, your hand wriggled under the tight, lacey fabric of her panties, too.

"That's it, Zara," April gasped at one point. "That's a good fuckinggirl, taking my man's cock like that. Fuck, you're pretty with a dick in your mouth."

Zara pulled her lips from your cock, chuckling lowly. "You say that like I'm not pretty all the time, bitch."

"Fine, you'reextra pretty with my man's mammoth cock stretching your mouth wide open."

"I want to see him fuck you," Zara said breathily.

April sat up, grinning, and looked between you and Zara with a playful glint in her eye. "OK," she said. They both had some spittle around their lips from the messy blowjob they'd been giving you, and your cock was slimy with it as well. She was still stroking you with one hand firmly. "Let's fuck."

They got naked quickly. It wasn't a strip show - you were all too excited for that. April lifted her dress up over her head, while Zara peeled her daringly low-cut dress down her hips, revealing that it had been keeping her breasts covered with two little pieces of double-sided tape just to the side of her nipples.

You'd seen April naked several times at this point, but there was no lessening of how utterlysexy you found her. She was voluptuous in the perfect way, her breasts large and wobbly, her stomach soft but still sleek. She peeled off the lingerie she'd been wearing, a cute black set that she must have worn for your benefit before this whole threesome plan had come to fruition.

For all that you wanted to be able to say you only had eyes for April, though, you would have been lying. Naked women weren't exactly your norm, and seeing a second one stripping down as well was... Well, you gaped a little bit. Zara smirked as she revealed her little breasts, pretty swells that suited her build and accented her thin, long torso to give her enough curves to be awoman without losing her model stature. Her nipples were cute little pink buds surrounded by softer pink, penny-sized areolas. Her torso had just a little bit of definition and her slim hips had a smattering of freckles on them as she pushed her dress down over them and slid it off the edge of the bed. That left her in her red thong and she stroked her pussy through it for a moment as she glanced at April stripping off her own panties.

"Fuck, this is kinda hot," Zara groaned.

"If you take those off, I'll try eating you out while Ollie fucks me from behind," April said with a grin.

Zara's thong practically disappeared into the ether, she took it off so fast. Your first glimpse of her pussy was of a pretty little flushed pink smile between her graceful thighs.

April got up on her knees and directed you to stand off the bed. "I love it when you can reallyfuck me, baby," she said to you with a grin, reaching back with one hand and stroking your cock as you got behind her. She tilted her face a bit more and you leaned in to kiss her as your hands slid from her waist to her stomach, then up to hold her tits as you both groaned. Her nipples were already firm and you teased them a little, getting them rock hard. She bit your lower lip teasingly and then pulled back. "Fuck me while I make sure 'Miss Zara' is ready to get stretched out by your mammoth cock."

She fell forward to her elbows, slipping from your grasp and pushing her ass back towards you. Then April grabbed Zara by her legs. "Come here, you," she growled playfully and pulled her friend closer until they were looking at each other from the length of Zara's torso. She put her hands on Zara's knees and spread her legs. From your position behind her you could see Zara's pussy clearly as it flowered open a little, the flush of her arousal making it a warm little picture of pink in between her pale thighs.

"For some reason I always figured I'd be the one eating you first," Zara said with a smirk.

"Probably because I'd be shutting you up by making you do it," April chuckled. She ran a thumb lightly over Zara's labia, making the redhead shiver and bite her lip.

"More like you tease me too much and I force the issue," Zara breathed out.

"Nah, you're a brat and you know it," April grinned. "You just want to be put in your place."

"Fuck-" Zara's playful cursing of her friend was cut off as April dropped her lips to Zara's pussy, giving it a soft series of kisses. The redhead watched, wide-eyed, as April started to taste her. Whatever she was tasting, your girlfriend liked it because she started a soft humming chuckle.

That chuckle lowered in pitch, becoming more chesty, as you pressed your cock between her slick lips and started to ease into her, your hand holding her hip firmly. As your cock pushed into her her chuckle turned into a pleased groan. "Oh, fuck yes, baby," she mumbled, her lips still pressed to Zara's pussy. "Don't fuckin' go slow. Fill me up and fuck me."

"Are you sure?" you asked, hesitating. "Usually-"

"Fucking getin me, I want to feel you in my fucking stomach," April groaned, slamming her ass back at you. That made you both moan in unison as she bottomed out, your cock hitting something firm inside of her, some sort of barrier. Her back arched when that happened and she let out a girlish grunt of surprise.

"Fuck," you gasped, both hands on her ass to keep her still.

"Ho-ly hell," she groaned.

"Je-sus, Ape," Zara said, sitting up a bit. "What the fuck?"

"I may have just made him dick-punch me in the cervix by accident," April snickered, trying to catch her breath. "Oops."

"Are you alright?" you asked.

"Yeah, it felt weird and this hollow ache for a second, butGod you're deep in me," April said. "Now slap my ass and startfucking me!" She dove back in between Zara's legs and the redhead's eyes went wide again as she locked gazes with you, her jaw dropping and a little slack and her eyebrows pulling together.

So you started fucking April. Slow, at first, no matter what she said - you didn't want to 'dick-punch her cervix' again if you could help it. But her moans, and fucking her hips back at you, encouraged you more and you gave her ass a swat the way she liked and started to pick up speed until she was letting out a moan with a vibrato in time with your thighs crashing against hers. Zara started moaning as well, mumbling to herself or to April. She grabbed her legs behind her knees and pulled them back more, opening herself up to whatever April was doing with her tongue. The two of them together were a sight to behold.

"Oh, God, yes baby," April suddenly gasped. "Yes, do that angle again. Yes, fuck, I'm gonna come. I'm gonna come!"

"Make her come," Zara said breathlessly. "Make her come, Oliver. I want to see her come."

You were sweating, keeping up the fast thrusting pace, and between the lesbian activities and the feeling of your girlfriend's -girlfriend's! - cunt squeezing on you, you could feel yourself reaching your tipping point as well. Not to mention the effects of the blowjob from earlier. Your breath was coming out heavily as you thrust into her again and again, and you let go of her ass and grabbed her upper arms, wanting more leverage to pull her back into you. This raised her up at an angle, pulling her from Zara's pussy but bouncing her tits as she fucked back at you. Zara must have liked the look of that because she sat up and grabbed April's breasts and started to suck on them.

"Yesyesyesyes," April hissed. "Oh, God, that's good. That's fucking good. Oh my God, Ollie. Oh my God. Zara. Fuck!"

"Can't- much- longer-" you grunted. Your balls were tightening and you could feel the eruption behind your eyeballs, simmering into a final boil.

"Fucking explode in my pussy, then," April said loudly. "Gimme that cum until it's fucking dripping out of me, Ollie. And then I'll sit on Zara's face and she can slurp it out of me."

You weren't sure what Zara felt about that proclamation, but it definitely sent you careening over the edge as you heaved and buried your cock in her, launching into an orgasm that had you seeing spots as pump after pump of cum rocketed out of you. Your heartbeat was ringing in your ears and you were light-headed, but you still heard April peel over into her own orgasm, her ass shaking as it pressed firmly against your lap.

When your head cleared enough to think straight again, you'd let go of April and she was leaning forward, hugging Zara and laughing drunkenly. You were still buried deep in April and every belly laugh squeezed your cock where it was still inside her.

Blinking and trying to catch your breath, you pulled out of April and she fell forward, bringing Zara down with her. Between April's legs, you could see her labia were messy with her own lube and your cum.

"Fuck," you gasped, leaning back against your dresser next to the bed, panting.

"That was fuckingwild," Zara said, still hugging April. Zara looked a little incredulous.

"It wasawesome," April giggled, finally starting to come down from her orgasm high. She pushed herself up onto her hands, looking down at her friend. "Ready to get fucked?"

"I'ma need a minute," you said, wiping your brow with your forearm. Your voice cracked as you said it, making all three of you laugh.

April turned back to Zara, looking her friend in the eyes from over top of her. "Go suck his dick clean," she ordered her. "Then come sit on my face."

Zara bit her lip, looking from April to you and back, then craned her neck up to kiss April on the mouth. It was their first kiss of the evening, which was a little wild considering April had already eaten her out, but then Zara had only kissed you after sucking your dick so maybe that tracked. This kiss lingered, their lips working together and tongues teasing, until Zara finally pulled away. "I taste pretty good on your lips," she said with a smirk.

"Then go taste me on his cock," April smirked right back.

Zara slid out from under April and scooted to the edge of the bed, then went to her knees on the floor with a grace you didn't think you could have mustered if your life depended on it. She looked up at you, cocking her head to the side for a moment and running her fingers through her hair to pull it back from her face. "I'm not a whore or a slut," she said. "Even if it looks like I am, doing this. This isnot regular."

"To be fair, I'm not a whore or a slut either," you said.

That made her snort and then chuckle as she rolled her eyes. Then, without using her hands, she fished her lips around the head of your cock and tasted the mixed juices on it.

"Oh fuck," you grunted, still feeling sensitive down there.

Zara was thorough. First, she gave you a slow, languishing blowjob that could get about a third of your cock into her mouth, cleaning you with her lips. Once the pussy taste and cum were gone, she pulled off and started to lick your shaft like it was a popsicle, slurping around it with little sucks just as often as she used broad licks. She finally brought a hand into play to hold you steady as her lips travelled near the root of your cock, and then she surprised you by tilting it up and sucking on your balls as well.

"Jesus," she muttered. "Eventhese belong to a fucking elephant."

"It's how he shoots so much fucking cum," April chuckled. "Now fuckinglove on those balls, Zara."

The redhead hummed a laugh as she used her lips and tongue to tease and please your right testicle, sucking it between her lips and then slowly popping off. Then she started working on the left one.

"Oh, Gawwwd," you moaned lowly, closing your eyes and just letting the exultant feeling run through you.

April was watching from the bed, lying on her side with her legs closed. She had one hand propping up her head and the other teasing her nipple.

"There," Zara finally said, coming off your balls and licking your cock from root to tip as she stood up. She stroked the knob of it in one hand as she looked up into your eyes. "All clean."

You didn't know how to thank her for that experience, and you weren't sure what she was comfortable with your touching yet, so you did the thing you did before and you ran your fingers through the side of her hair, tucking it behind her ear, and then leaned forward and kissed her. She was surprised for a moment but then started kissing you back, her hand slowly circling the spit-slick crown of your cock.

"Thanks," you said breathily when the kiss ended.

"I'll be back for more," she promised you. "But for now, April has some work to do."

"Come get me," April said with a big grin, shifting onto her back on the bed. "Sit on my face, you fire crotch bitch."

"I don't even have any pubes right now," Zara laughed, climbing onto the bed. Her ass, which you were only just actually seeing full on, was a cute, perfect plumpness on her thin frame. She crawled over April, but your girlfriend had her spin around.

"No, the other way," she said. "Sixty-nine me. Slurp his cum out of me while I get you off."

"Suck his dick, slurp his cum," Zara teased, mimicking April. "You're really fucking bossy in bed, did you know that?"

"Get to work," April laughed, giving Zara butt a swat.

"Yes, oh Lady of the Castle," Zara grinned and rolled her eyes, dropping her pussy to April's lips and grinding it on her. "Oops, can't give me orders while your mouth is busy."

April spread her legs, shifting her hips to indicate that she wanted Zara to lean down and start licking. Your cum was slowly leaking out of April's snatch.

"Hmmhmmhmm," Zara hummed musically, ignoring the direction and grinding her hips some more. Then she let out a yelp when April pinched her ass. "Fine! I'm slurping, I'm slurping." She leaned down over April, scooped her copper-red hair to the side and gave her friend her first long, slow lick. Then she looked up at you where you were still standing, one hand on your cock and slowly stroking as you watched the lesbian action. "OK, it tasted good on you, but it's even better here. No offence."

"None taken," you said.

She grinned at you and then dipped back down, making one of the lewdest slurping sounds you'd ever heard as she tried to hoover your cum out of April.

"Jesus," you said incredulously. All of this, and it had only been a half hour or so.

Chapter 46

"Oh, oh, oh, hold on, hold on," Zara groaned, stopping her descent. "Holy fuck, I feel like there's a fuckingflagpole going up my pussy."

"Isaid you might want me to fist you first," April teased her friend.

"Not helping," Zara hissed.

You weren't sure if you were supposed to say anything or not. On the one hand, your instinct was to give Zara some reassurance. Offer her help, or a suggestion, or something. Just tell her how pretty she was, or how utterly sexy the view of her squatting over your cock in reverse cowgirl, her cute ass formed into two perfect globes as her pussy stretched to accommodate your cock and her little butthole flexed in protest at you.

On the other hand, it was Zara. She wanted to do it herself. She'd picked the position. She'd even decided when to break up their 69ing and move back to sex, and that had been well after she'd finished slurping the creampie out of April.

Your nature won out in the end as she hovered with about three inches of your cock speared into her, her legs starting to quiver a little as she took deep breaths. Softly, trying not to startle her and almost snorting a laugh at the idea of her being a jumpy little rabbit, you placed your hands on her hips and slid them up higher to her thin waist. "Lean back a bit," you said. "Let me help."

"I don'tneed help, I need to get used to this ridiculous fuckingtable leg you swing around," she grunted.

"Zara," you said evenly, holding her a little more firmly. "Let me help."

She looked over her shoulder at you around the cascade of her coppery hair, then let out a huff and leaned back against your hands a bit more. She was lighter than April was even though she was taller, and supporting her weight was easy. The feel of her warm, slightly sweat-slick skin as you held her in such an intimate way was lovely, and you could feel her core muscles squeeze and shift as she adjusted her stance.

"Can I do anything to help?" April asked, having realised that now probably wasn't the time for teasing. It was her and Zara's natural norm, but thiswasn't normal.

"I don't know," Zara grunted softly. Then she tested whether she could trust me holding her up, using her hips to raise off your cock about an inch, then back down. "Fuck, that's a fucking big dick."

"What if I do a little of this?" April murmured, reaching forward. You couldn't see what she did, but you felt Zara's reaction as she tensed for a moment and then moaned under her breath.

"OK, that helps," Zara mumbled. "Maybe a little softer though."

"Like this?"

Zara just nodded. You wished you could see the look on her face, but she was facing away from you. That view of her ass was amazing, but not... personal. That first time with April, even when you'd been doing her from behind, you'd been looking in the mirror. It let you understand where she was at. With Zara, you were feeling a little blind.

"What about this?" April continued, shuffling forward a bit more. She shot you a little smile before she leaned in and kissed April softly.

"Mmf," Zara grunted and used her hips again, taking a little more of you inside.

"Or this?" April kissed down towards her chest.

"Fuuuck," Zara moaned, getting her nipples sucked. She started to use her hips more regularly, stroking the top four or five inches of your cock with her pussy. "Fuck, how much is left to go?"

April snorted softly. "Over half, babe. You can't take all of it. I know I can't - not completely."

It was weird, being faced with the reality of your 'mammoth cock' as April liked to say. You'd always known it was big, but you were overall just abig guy. Tall, broad-shouldered when you weren't slouching, big hands, big feet and shoes. But, most importantly when it came to your self-esteem, fat. Gym class had stopped after your freshman year of high school for a reason, and you'd never showered at the high school - way too weird, way too vulnerable. You'd never been around naked guys, never been so face-to-face with the reality of your outlier-sized appendage.

The national average penis size was, arguably, between 4.5" and 6". You were a nerd, so you'd looked it up, along with the background info of why that number could fluctuate so much - the stats were almost always self-reported and inconsistent. No one was going aroundactually measuring for a national dick length average. So it was likely that the national average was on the low end of that scale.

Which meant you were a little over double the national average.

The section of your cock that Zara was currently getting used to was, in fact, an 'average' amount of dick if she was with another guy. Of course, girth and radius were a factor you hadn't even been able to find stats on, though based on April's assessment you were large in that way as well.

"God fuckingdamn," Zara grunted as she sat down a little further onto your cock while also leaning back a bit more. "Fuck, it feels like he's in my stomach."

"Tell him that," April said in a low, sexy voice. "Tell him how he's making you feel, Zara."

"You're fucking tearing my pussy apart at the goddamn seams, Ollie," Zara growled, tossing her hair to one side as she looked over her shoulder at you. "This fucking cock is fucking ridiculous and you should be fucking arrested for assault with a deadly fucking weapon whenever you fuck April. This could fucking kill me."

You decided that Zara was not, in fact, mad about any of these facts. So instead of apologising, which was your gut reaction, you flexed your cock and pushed up into her just a smidge.

"Holy fuck! You motherfuckingasshole," she hissed sharply, her eyes going wide.

You let your cock slip a little out of her, just that smidge. "If you really think I'm an asshole, we can stop and go back to oral," you said evenly.

"Are you fucking stupid?" Zara snarled. "Are you dim? This feels sofucking amazing you giant dicked fucking softy. God, I wantmore."

You let out a soft huff through your nose and used your hands supporting her waist to pull her down onto your cock while you pushed up just that little bit with your hips, another two inches pressing through her stretched-to-the-limit cunt.

"Oooh mygaaaawwwd," Zara moaned, throwing her head back so hard that she almost fell back.

"That's like two-thirds now," April chuckled. "A little more and you'll be at my limit."

"Fuck," Zara moaned. "Fuck. Do you fuckingfeel that, Oliver?"

"I do," you groaned. You'd reached the limit of her pussy. You'd delved deep and found the firmer wall, the barrier between the vagina and womb. That same spot that April had 'dick punched' herself in when she'd thrust back at you so hard earlier.

"Fuck, I bet with some practice you could fuck my goddamncervix," Zara mumbled. "I'd be like one of those filthy fucking anime porn comics getting cum spewed right into me."

"It's called hentai, and you never told me you were into that," April chuckled. She was still rubbing little circles on Zara's clit but had let you both alone otherwise.

"I'mnot into it but I've fuckingseen it," Zara muttered. She was slowly circling her hips, not sliding off or on but just sort of stirring your cock inside her like she was trying to fish around with it to find a set of keys she'd lost or something.

"Well, we might need to do more research and practice before he can fuck you likethat," April smirked.

"April," Zara panted. "Can you just, like, put your hands on him? Give me a stopper? So I can fuck him?"

"I've got you," April grinned, kissing her lightly on the lips. Then she wrapped one hand around the base of your cock, plus a finger and a half of her other hand as Zara lifted up a little to make room.

The redhead slowly used her hips, up and down this time, to feel comfortable with the depth. That had you both moaning and groaning.

"I feel like I can feel every fuckingvein on this thing," she mumbled.

"Only because I can feel every inch of you," you groaned. "Fuck, Zara, you're so fuckingtight."

"Just for you, you big dicked asshole," she said, looking over her shoulder at you with a playful grin. "Now let me lay back." You helped her ease down more until her skinny, warm back was pressed to your chest, her lower back arching over your gut, and her knees splayed wide to accommodate your cock spearing into her and April's hands keeping the depth measure.

Your immediate reaction was to wrap your arms around her, feeling her skinny body tense and then relax as you hugged her to you.

"OK," she breathed. "OK. Um, let's, uh, fuck."

"We're already fucking," you chuckled.

"And I've got the best seat in the house," April said with a grin. "Fuck, this is so fucking hot."

"Fine," Zara said. "Then let's..."

"Make love," April prompted. "Ask him to make love to you, Zara. That's what you really want. You should have seen the look on your face when he just hugged you."

"This is just sex," Zara argued.

April's eyes darted to yours, concerned and asking you to back her up.

"Zara," you murmured into the top of the redhead's head, your lips brushing her crown. "Can I make love to you, please? Canwe make love to you?"

She grunted, then took in a breath and let it out slowly. She relaxed again as it left her body.

"Fine," she said softly. "Make love to me."

Chapter 47

"That's it, baby," April groaned, wriggling her hips and dragging her pussy across Zara's lips. "That's it."

You weren't sure whether she was talking to Zara, or to you. On the one hand, Zara was eating her out. On the other, April's eyes were gleaming as you slowly, inexorably fucking the redhead. Maybe she was talking to both of you.

Zara liked slow sex, which was interesting. Your only experience with sex so far, with April, was what you considered 'regular to fast speed.' It started and built up in pace as the passion and tension built until finding a release - and sometimes driving right through that and seeking another. But Zara, with all her bluster and snideness and sometimes downright bitchy attitude, didn't seem to want abuild. Didn't want things to pick up pace.

You realised early that you weren't trying to bring her to a boil, we were trying to bring her to a low, consistent simmer to get down to the essence of sex with her. Low and slow was the name of the game.

Her first orgasm had been small, almost skirting under both your and April's notice, until she'd told you she'd came and you could do your thing.

"That can't be it," April had said levelly.

"No, it was good," Zara had argued. "You can get off now, Oliver."

You'd agreed with April, not Zara, and had continued to slowly build.

The next orgasm had been a little bigger. And the one after that was a little bigger again.

"Fu-u-u-u-uck," Zara had shivered, her teeth almost chattering as the fourth one wobbled through her.

"That was more like it," April had grinned at her friend.

Zara, almost as sweaty from the physical action as you were, had just flashed her best friend the finger and laughed.

After the fifth small orgasm, which might have been getting closer to 'moderate' size, she'd wriggled off of you and fallen to her back. "OK," she'd said. "Seriously, you can just fuck me now. And this can be a threesome again - come sit on my face, Ape."

You and April had communicated with a couple of looks, and you'd stood up off the bed and guided Zara to sit her butt on the edge and then lean back. April had pinned her down, sitting on her face like Zara had asked, and then held the redhead's legs as you slowly wedged your cock into her. But you didn'tfuck her. You took your time, slowly stroking her, watching her stretched, red pussy cling to your shaft as you took your measured thrusts.

Zara's moaning had started when you took her legs from April and held them tight together, pulling them to your chest so her feet were hanging in the air over one of your shoulders.

Two more orgasms, then another, and another, continued to build. They weren't long - each one was maybe three seconds - but they were coming closer together.

"Just fuck me," Zara had pleaded, "Seriously. You can get yourself off."

"I am," you'd answered, meeting April's eye as she smiled at you.

Maybe Zara tried to distract herself after that, funnelling all of her moans and horniness into eating out April. Your girlfriend was left panting, grinding her hips as you both looked into each other's eyes as she slid down the slope into her own orgasm.

"That's it, that's it," April panted. "That's it."

She fell forward towards you, pursing her lips for a kiss as she planted her hands on Zara's small tits for balance. You gave her what she wanted and kissed her, feeling her nipples brushing against your chest as she wriggled with the pleasure emanating up out of her crotch. Then April surprised you and hooked one hand around the back of your neck, pulling you down a little more so she could whisper in your ear.

"Pick her up and fuck her against the wall," she whispered. "Just like this, but be firm. Pin her there until she melts, then come inside her. She'll love it."

You pulled away a little and looked into your girlfriend's eyes, and April nodded to reassure you, so you nodded back.

April let out a few breaths, then leaned back away from you until her ass had to be smashed against Zara's forehead and she had one arm back on the bed bracing herself. This left her with one free hand to rub at her clit quickly.

"Fuck, I'm gonna come," she moaned. "Fuck, just stick your tongue up there, Zara. Stick it in me. I'm gonna come. I'm gonna come on your tooonguuue."

April's orgasm was beautiful and left her laughing breathlessly. Then she lifted her leg over Zara's head and fell to the side, still giggling as she shivered from the aftershocks of her orgasm. This left you looking down at Zara, who was breathing heavily and looked like some sort of ravished Irish sex goddess with her hair haloed around her head and her pale skin flushed pink from hairline to chest.

You leaned down over her, ignoring the size disparity, and kissed her. She moaned into your lips, the moan turning into a whimper as your thrusting stopped with your cock nuzzling deep into her and just gently pressing against her cervical wall again.

Slowly, you kissed the taste of April from her lips as your tongues explored each other's mouths, dancing together. You blindly found her legs to either side of you and guided them to raise and hook around your waist, which she did, clinging to you. Then you guided her arms to do the same around your shoulders. You weren't even sure if she was aware you were doing it, she seemed so lost in the physicality between you.

She definitely realised it when she grunted in surprise as you stood up, lifting her with your. She tightened her grip reflexively as she was lifted from the bed, and you got both hands on her ass to make sure she didn't accidentally drop too hard or deep onto your cock and get 'dick punched.'

"What-?" she mumbled as you got all the way to your feet, but then just moaned as you turned and pressed her back to the wall - well, the wall and the bottom half of your Hot Fuzz movie poster.

You'd never done this position with April before, and you weren't even sure if youcould for any serious amount of time. With your girlfriend's slightly thicker, and certainly curvier, build it might not have worked. With skinny, almost waif-like Zara it was doable.

So you made love to her standing up, her back pressed to the wall as you pinned her to it over and over, driving yourself into her in even, slow thrusts. She moaned wordlessly and clung to you. Her body shivered and trembled. Her nipples pressed into your chest, her pussy clenched and shifted as she tried to use her hips like an accent to your rhythm.

"Please," she gasped, pulling her lips from yours so suddenly she whacked her head lightly against the wall. "Please."

"Please what?" you asked.

"Please just... Don't... Stop?"

That gave you a moment of hesitation - the beats between her words were too long. Was she asking you to 'Please just don't stop' or was she asking you to not do something?

"What do you want, Zara," you asked her quietly, giving her upper thighs a squeeze with your hands as you held her up and continued to slowly thrust. "What do you want me to do?"

"I- I don't know," she mumbled. "I don't know."

"Are you close?" you asked, trying to clarify.

She nodded, quick and sure, her eyes closed as she tilted her chin to the ceiling.

"How close?" you asked, your voice a soft growl. "I'm close. If you come, I might come."

"Don't stop," she begged breathlessly. "Just keep doing this."

"I might come inside you," you pointed out.

Condoms hadn't been at the top of your mind. You were bareback in your girlfriend's best friend. You had no idea what the deal was with birth control.

"Do it," she begged. "Do it. Come in me. Fuck, do it."

You pressed yourself tighter against her, pinning her from butt to crown and driving your cock to that deep depth again, and you groaned deep in your chest as your cock blasted inside of her with a release that felt like it could have been some ridiculous automatic shotgun in a first-person shooter. Blamblamblamblamblamblam until the magazine was empty, each pulse an almost nauseating wave of pleasure ripping up through you.

Zara let out a keening whine as her lips mashed with yours, her knees clenching around your waist as her entire body tensed with her orgasm.

You sucked in a breath, your mind going from blank to working again after a stutter of consciousness, and found yourself softly humping your cock into her as the last few spurts of your orgasm oozed out and into her flooded pussy. She was still tense and gasped for breath around your lips before going almost limp.

"Bring her here, Ollie," April called to you from the bed. "Bring her here so we can cuddle the absolute fuck out of her until she can say something snarky again."

"Something snarky," Zara mumbled in between her gasping breaths.

"OK, never mind, she doesn't need cuddles," April chuckled.

"Fuck that," Zara said, blinking through the haze of her post-orgasm buzz to look you in the eye. "Cuddle the fuck out of me, Ollie. Please." Then she kissed you tenderly. "Please?"

The only reason you didn't move her to the bed faster than you did was because you were still recovering from your mindblowing orgasm too.

Chapter 48

"She's asleep," April whispered, grinning at you.

"Are you guys sleeping here?" you asked her, keeping your voice low as well.

"At this point, I think we have to," April said. "That's OK, yeah?"

"I'd love it," you said.

"You have work in the morning," April whispered, reading your mind.

"I can probably call out," you said. "I haven't taken a sick day... ever."

"No, no," she said, shaking her head and reaching over Zara to rub your arm. "That's not necessary. We can go get breakfast with you tomorrow and then head home."

"OK," you nodded, then sighed as you looked down at Zara. The redhead was on her side facing away from you, her butt pressed to you as her cheek pressed to April's chest. Her face was slack and almost looked a little goofy instead of her usual sharp expressions, but had a more natural softness as she was clearly at peace.

The cuddles had lasted until April had ducked under the covers and repaid the favour of creampie-slurping, and you'd ended up making out with Zara as she got her pussy eaten. Then she'd wanted to watch you and April fuck again, and she'd lain next to you as April slowly rode you in cowgirl, your girlfriend taking turns kissing you and Zara until she'd had one last orgasm for the night. Then she'd gotten off of you and stroked with both hands until you'd had a third orgasm of your own, the power not quite as explosive as the first two but still spattering her stomach and breasts with cum while Zara had moaned and fingered herself to her last orgasm of the evening as well.

"Thanks, Ollie," April whispered. "For doing this."

"April, I feel like-"

"Shhh," she hushed you softly. "I know. You got a threesome with two girls. That's a lot of guys' big fantasy. I'm happy we did it, and you got it with me and her. And I doubt it'll be the last one after how well it went. But we didn't talk about it ahead of time really, and you handled it all really well. That's what I'm thanking you for. For trusting me, even when Zara made it pretty easy to not want to be vulnerable around her."

"You're welcome," you sighed, trying to just accept the compliment.

April took a deep breath and let it out through her nose, looking down at her best friend pillowed on her tit. She moved a lock of copper hair and tucked it behind Zara's ear. "I think she had fun," April said. "And I think that was the best sex of her life, so maybe we helped her out with that, too."

"I... hope so," you said. "For her sake. She deserves..."

"To feel wanted," April finished for you. "More at peace. Safe."

"Yeah," you sighed.

April leaned over and kissed you gently. "Thanks, Ollie."

"You're welcome. Thank you."

"You're welcome," she smiled. Then she leaned back onto her pillow and snorted softly. "First time sleeping at my boyfriend's place and I've got Zara drooling on my tit. Not how I thought this would go."

"Not exactly how I thought it would be either, but it's... really nice."

"Yeah," April said, still smiling. "I don't think I'd change it for anything." Then she raised an eyebrow. "Actually, I'd change one thing."

"What's that?" you asked.

"We should probably turn off the light."

You blew out a long breath, not wanting to get out of bed. Finally, you rolled away from Zara and out from under the covers, taking the couple of steps to the light switch and flicking it before returning. As you climbed back into bed, Zara groaned in her sleep and reached behind her, trying to pull you closer until you were hugging her from behind again, her back to your chest and her butt wiggling back against your lap with your cock pressed to her butt cheek.

"Horny little thing," April chuckled, stroking her friend's hair again. "Hopefully this means she won't be a bitch to you anymore. God - I can barely imagine it. A guy that Zara actually likes to be around?"

"With my luck, she'll decide to try and date you," you said.

"That was your luck before you met me, baby," April said into the dark. "Your luck now should mean she wants to fuck both of us whenever she's in town. And because I'm the Princess Peach to your Mario, I'm more than happy with you fucking Princess Daisy here over and over until she can't walk straight."

"Wait," you said. "If I'm Mario, who's Luigi?"

"... OK, bad example. I'll figure out a better one. Tomorrow."

"I'm looking forward to it," you grinned.

Chapter 49

Hikaru yawned, long and hard, shaking her head as she tried to wake up. She'd already sat up, having slapped her phone off the bedside table by accident while turning off her alarm.

Her barista job at the coffee shop was great for a lot of reasons, but not the early morning shifts.

She took in a deep breath and let it out slowly, rubbing her face. She'd worked the afternoon shift and learned how to do Closing yesterday, and she probably should have just spent the night in but she'd already had plans to meet up with Margot. Ever since they'd admitted their... thing... to each other they'd been spending a lot of time together. It wasn't always about trying to figure out what their plan was going to be, a lot of it was just them feeling so much closer now that they shared the secret. Last night they'd started watchingHeartland, which Margot swore was great and that Hikaru got big K-drama vibes from even if it was based on an American farm.

Standing with a groan, she found her housecoat and slipped it on, wrapping herself up in it before heading out of her room and towards the washroom. She wasn't going to be the first person in at the shop - that would be the two bakers and whoever the manager was that morning - but she didn't have any time to waste.

Hikaru didn't notice that light on in the bathroom, gleaming from under the door, until she was a few paces from it. What the heck was Oliver doing up this early?

Hopefully, he isn't sick or something, she worried. He said April was picking the place they were eating. She better not have gotten him food poisoning. Hikaru knew that wasn't fair to suspect her of, especially since April had been nothing but pleasant so far and made Oliver happy, but that little spike of jealousy that had only gotten bigger over time was dug deep into her.

The sink was running, so whatever he was doing he was finishing up, so Hikaru just let out a little sigh and leaned against the dining room table, waiting for him to come out.

She wasn't ready for the door to open and a woman to come out.

A naked woman.

A tall, lithe, naked woman with red hair.

"Um," Hikaru said loudly, having a hard time processing the nude stranger backlit by the washroom lights.

"Oh, sorry," the woman said, flipping off the light. That put the apartment living space back into darkness, though her skin was pale and caught the city glow coming in from around the window shades, leaving it still very obvious she was naked and not even attempting to cover herself. "You're... the cousin, right? Hikaroo?"

"Hikaru," she responded with the proper inflection. "Who- Why are you naked in our apartment?"

"Yeah, didn't mean to do that," the redhead said. "I figured it wasn't a big deal, didn't think anyone would mind. Or be up. I mean, what are the chances?"

"But... why?" Hikaru repeated herself.

"Well, that's probably something you should talk to Oliver about," the redhead said, slipping by Hikaru and padding lightly on her bare feet over towards Oliver's bedroom. She got to the door and looked over her shoulder with a distinctive smirk, the shadow and light exaggerating it. "Good night. Or good morning. Whatever. It's early." She opened the door and Hikaru had a brief view of Oliver and April both lying in bed as the naked woman slipped inside and shut the door.

"What the fuck?" Hikaru muttered to herself, her eyes wide as she kept staring at the door. "What the fuck?"

She shook her head, then almost tripped over her own feet as she started to head to the bathroom on autopilot. She went through her morning routine, muttering to herself at multiple points, "What the fuck?" In the shower. Looking at herself in the mirror as she brushed her teeth. Pausing in the middle of getting dressed. Heading out the door.

Hikaru stopped in front of Margot's door, her brain finally catching up with her body.

April had slept over. That meant her and Oliver had probably had sex again while she was at Margot's. Butanother woman, this naked redhead, had been with them. That meant he'd had athreesome.

It hurt her heart that some woman, someother woman, had just had sex with Oliver. Her Oliver. Margot's Oliver. She didn'twant to share him at all but was willing to with Margot and April. Who was this other... this other bitch? This homewrecker?

And why the hell was April inviting her into Oliver's bed?

It wasn'tfair.

But it also meant that the plan... might actually work. April mightactually, really be willing to... share.

Hikaru fished out her phone from her purse and quickly texted Margot, but didn't get a response. She considered just knocking on her door, but it was just a little after 4 AM. There was no way the blonde would be awake even if she did still keep 'farm hours.'

'We need to talk,' Hikaru sent her.'ASAP.'

For now, though, she had to get to work.

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Cheers!

~Break.

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