Chocolate-Covered Anything Day

"Do we, though?"

John had actually been pleased by his ability to respond with anything, much less sarcasm, at Riley's sudden appearance. She appeared less so, though it was hard to tell exactly what she thought behind the dark sunglasses that covered a good portion of her face. She adjusted the long coat she had on, pulling the small open area under her chin closed with one hand and let out something like a sigh, but said nothing else.

"Fine," he said after a moment. "Let's talk."

"Can I come in?" she asked. After a moment without a response, she added. "It's cold out here."

"Who is it?" Chloe's voice interrupted the moment of silence that followed from the other room.

"I have company," John answered Riley.

Riley tilted her head slightly to the side. She sucked on her lips for a moment and then let them return to their original position.

"Hey, I..." Chloe announced her presence with a gentle touch on John's back. He turned his head to confirm her mouth was indeed hanging slightly open beside him.

"I think Riley here might have gotten lost on the way to her fiancé's place," he said. "A little dark for sunglasses, don't you think?"

"Come on in," Chloe's voice, soft as ever as she stepped to the side pulling John gently along with her out of the door frame, came as something of a surprise.

"Thanks," Riley replied quietly. She stepped inside, closing the door behind herself.

"I'm Chloe," Chloe introduced herself as she led Riley, who followed after only a brief glance at John, into the living room.

"I know," Riley answered. She halted almost as soon as she had stepped into the room, waiting while John passed by her to join Chloe, who had taken a seat on the armrest of the couch. "I'm guessing John told you about me."

"He told me some things," Chloe answered plainly. "Would you like some tea? I think John has some in the kitchen."

"I don't think she'll be staying that long," John said.

To his surprise, when he turned his attention to Chloe, she was glaring at him, her lips closed tightly. "I'm going to go put on that tea," she said without removing her eyes from him. "John, why don't you take her coat?" She got up and marched purposefully into the kitchen.

"She seems nice," Riley said.

"She is nice," he responded. He walked around her, placing his hands on the collar of her coat. Silently she undid the buttons holding it closed, then slid her arms out of it, revealing a plain gray sweater over a dark skirt underneath. Long, chunky black boots completed the ensemble. "Did you want me to take your sunglasses, too?" he asked as he folded the coat over his arm. "Or are you back to worrying about who might recognize you again?"

She turned to face him and, staring right into his face, reached up for the glasses and pulled them off, revealing her brown eyes. They looked a little watery, but not yet full of tears as she folded the glasses deliberately and handed them to him without a word.

He took them and placed them on a shelf near the front door, hanging the coat nearby. When he returned, he found her standing in the same spot, and with a gesture, offered her a spot on the couch, which she declined wordlessly.

He flopped down into the chair with a sigh. "Well, what do you want to talk about?"

"Carrie," she answered. She blinked a few times. "She's at my place."

As John's brain attempted unsuccessfully to process this statement, Chloe walked in with a teapot that John had not seen since he'd first moved in. She set it down on the coffee table, looking between the two of them. "I'll just get some cups," she said sheepishly.

Riley turned to her. "But she can't stay," she said. "Carrie. She can't stay at my place. That's what I came here for. I need you to take her back."

"Is that what she wants?" John asked. Chloe had stopped in her tracks.

Riley looked over at Chloe for a few seconds, then returned her attention to John. "I don't know what she wants. All I know is it's what she needs. It's what I need for her. You have to get her away from me."

"Well, as much as I'd love to help you out with a little felony kidnapping," John replied, "I don't think your need for more alone time with your fiancé is going to cut it as a legal defense. Why don't you just tell her you want her out?"

"John!" Chloe snapped at him.

"Sorry," he said. "Really, I am. I would like her back." He looked over at Chloe, whose expression had softened, but not entirely. "We both want her back. But you know Carrie."

"I do know Carrie," Riley responded. "And I know she needs to be away from me. She needs to be with somebody who can give her what you can give her." She turned to Chloe again. "Look, I know you fucking hate me," she said. "And from what I could make out of what she's been saying when she isn't drowning herself in wine, you probably hate her, too. And I don't blame you. At least not about me. But I can't give her what she needs. All I can do is..."

She stopped mid-sentence, then turned back to John. That wateriness in her eyes had evolved into full on tears. "You know me. You know what I would do when someone comes to me in need of love. I would give her something, I gave her something, but it's not right. It's... it's not right. And she doesn't need that on top of this. So I'm begging you. Please, take her away. Come and grab her by the hair and drag her away kicking and screaming if you have to. Just come get her and fix her and I'll never bother her or you or blue eyes, I mean, Chloe, again. Just tell me you'll do it and I'll finally move my shit out of that fucking apartment and get married like I'm supposed to and you'll never have to hear from me again."

She was physically shaking as she stood there, her arms wrapped tightly around herself as she sniffled. She brought one quaking hand up to her face and quickly wiped away a tear, which was of course followed by another taking its place.

"I don't hate you."

Riley and John both turned to see Chloe, standing awkwardly, one leg turned into the other.

"What?" asked Riley.

"I don't hate you," she repeated. "I mean, I don't even know you. But what I do know about you, I mean, I don't hate you. I feel bad for you."

"You mean you pity me?" Riley asked. Her lip quivered. "You pity me? Is that what you're saying?"

"I feel bad for you," Chloe repeated. "I mean, I don't know you. It just seems to me like you're very unhappy. And I feel bad for you."

"You don't know me," Riley snapped back. "You don't know what it's like. What it's like to be..." She cut herself off, sniffed again, and then added. "But it doesn't matter. This isn't about me. I'm a piece of shit and I know that and I don't have to justify it to you or anyone. All I need is for you to get Carrie because if she stays with me she's going to get worse. I'm going to make her worse. She needs you. I don't know you, either, but I know that she needs you. Both of you. She's driving herself crazy over what she did and I, piece of shit that I am, all I can do for her is..."

"You're not a piece of shit," John said. The girls' heads snapped around to look at him as he got out of the chair. "You're not a piece of shit and I'm sorry for making you feel like you are. Chloe's right." He found Chloe smiling at him, though tears had begun welling in her eyes. "She usually is. You're very unhappy. You do things because you're unhappy. You desperately want something you don't have. Don't want something you do have. You're human. That's not a crime."

"It doesn't fucking matter," Riley replied. "Because I have what I have." She looked him over. "And there isn't any other alternative. Maybe I don't want it. But it's what I have. When life gives you fucking lemons, you better fucking learn to like fucking lemonade, right?"

"You don't have to..." Chloe began.

Riley's head snapped around to look at Chloe, silencing her mid-thought. "Oh right, sure I don't. Thank you for all your wonderful insight, little miss perfect, blue eyed dream cis girl next door. Thank you sooo much, I will take that to heart and remember it while I'm sitting alone in my shit little apartment by my shit little self again and I'll just pat myself on the fucking back about how strong and independent I am and how I don't need a man to love me, I don't need anybody to love me. And I better fucking not because who's going to love the filthy fucking tranny whore? Oops, I forgot to add 'cheating'. Filthy fucking cheating tranny whore who just cheats and cheats and cheats with anyone, anything that lets her."

"That's not..." Chloe tried again.

"Yes it is," Riley snapped. "That's what I am and it's what I do. I cheat because I'm a fucking whore. And I know that now, I've had it all made very clear to me, so I don't need anyone, any perfect little cis girl who probably shits candy telling me otherwise. So you can save your judgement. And you don't have to worry that I'm going to come and try to steal your man away from you. This isn't some fucking elaborate plan to get my dick wet. I just need someone to come take her away from me. I don't need sympathy or empathy or whatever the fuck and I sure as shit don't need your fucking judgement about keeping my dick in my pants. So hate me all you want but keep your opinion to yourself, please."

Chloe flopped down onto the couch and considered the teapot, useless without the cups. "I told you, I don't hate you," she said. "I never did. I would have been happy to share John with you."

"You..." Riley shook her head as if it would knock loose the end of the sentence but it did not.

"I would have," Chloe continued as she turned, looking up into Riley's quivering face, "I would have been happy. It seems like John loves you. And I don't know you. But maybe you love him back, I don't know. All I know is what he told me and he told me you hurt him. Not in so many words but that's what he told me."

"I..." Riley began again, not even attempting to finish the thought.

Chloe shrugged. "It seems like, I don't know," she continued, "it's just my read and maybe I don't know what I'm talking about, but it seems like you're unhappy and so you cheat and you make yourself more unhappy. And it's your life, but you bring that unhappiness on John. That's the only thing I ever cared about. If you had just loved him, or even if you hadn't, and you were just honest with him and made him happy, I would have been fine with it. But you didn't. For whatever reason, you didn't. You made him unhappy and I think, I don't know, but I think you made yourself, you're making yourself, more unhappy too. And I couldn't just watch that, watch you hurt someone I love, watch you let him hurt himself with you." She sighed and a silence hung in the air for a few moments as she considered the teapot again. "So I don't hate you. I feel bad for you."

"That's..." Riley blinked a few times. "That's..." again she paused, but after a moment she seemed to have found the rest of the words, "That's a very nice way of putting it. Probably too nice. Definitely more nice than I deserve." She sucked in a deep breath and wiped away a tear, then let out the breath. "But it's not about me, like I said. I just need someone to come take Carrie away from me before she drowns. Can you do that for me, Chloe?"

"We can do that," John answered for her. Chloe rose from the couch and joined John near the chair.

Riley blinked away some more tears. "Good," she said. "She's planning on getting the rest of her shit out of your apartment this week. I'm not sure exactly when, I assume some time when you're both at work, but I will let you know, ok? That's probably the last chance you'll have to see her. Even if I kick her out she's just going to disappear to her asshole brother's house or something and then you'll never get her back." She glared at John for a moment. "Can I count on you to actually read your fucking texts, asshole?"

John chuckled. "Yeah," he answered. "I promise."

She looked him up and down a second. "Good," she said, then turned to Chloe. "I'm counting on you, blue eyes."

With that, Riley turned and headed to the door. She grabbed her coat and began putting it back on as John and Chloe approached her. Having finished with the coat, she looked into John's eyes, then pushed the sunglasses back onto her face. "She really does seem nice," she said, indicating Chloe with a slight motion of her head. "Maybe don't fuck this one up, ok?"

As John smiled, Riley turned and opened the front door, letting a gust of cold December air in. Without looking back, she disappeared into the night, closing the door behind herself.

***

"And you're sure this is going to work?"

Chloe's expression was not reassuring. Her lips twisted up into a sort of sideways pucker that John had come to realize meant she was thinking deeply as she looked around the room, once occupied by Carrie, but evidently for the last few weeks home only to her stuff.

"No," she shrugged. "But it will." Her face hardened into her trademark adorably determined look. "I'm sure it'll work."

John chuckled despite himself. "It better. Because I looked it up and I'm pretty sure if it doesn't we're on the hook for wrongful imprisonment at least. Probably some kind of sex crime, too, although I am not a lawyer."

"Sometimes you have to take a chance for love," Chloe answered. "You do love her, right?"

"Yeah," John said. "I mean of course I love her. It's just..."

"And you love me, right?" She was staring into his eyes, her hands firmly on her hips.

"Yeah," John chuckled, "you know this."

"Say it?" she smiled at him.

"I love you, Chloe," he responded with a smile of his own.

"Good," she said. "Then we're doing this. And it's going to work, right?"

He sighed. "Right."

"Right," she agreed. "Now get out of those clothes, she's going to be here any minute."

"Yes, ma'am," he responded. He began undressing, leaving his clothes in one of the piles of discarded garments that had apparently been sitting untouched for the last few weeks. When he looked up, he found that Chloe had joined him, having stripped down almost to her white panty and bra combination.

She was still struggling with getting her jeans off of one ankle when she must have sensed him watching her. "Get on the bed," she said, feigning annoyance.

He did as commanded, and she, having finally managed to wriggle free of the jeans, joined him, crawling up on the bed while awkwardly trying to unclasp her bra with one hand.

"So, we just... get started?" he asked. "I feel like this is a delicate matter of timing."

She abandoned the effort of removing her bra. "Yeah," she said, putting her hands on her hips. "I'm counting on you. We'll go slow."

And with that she got down on all fours, facing him and in the process pointing her shapely ass up and towards the bedroom door, and with her right hand took his cock, guiding it to her mouth. Tentatively she began licking at it as if it were some kind of lollipop. Slowly, slowly, it began to react, hardening in her hand. After a few more licks, she flicked her eyes up to meet his. "No pressure, baby, but kind of need you to get hard, ok?"

He chuckled. "No pressure, right." He closed his eyes and tried to let biology take over, pushing his doubts about Chloe's scheme out of his mind. It'll work, he told himself to little success.

Fortunately even without emptying his mind of troubles, his cock responded nicely, slowly growing thicker and harder as Chloe began swirling her tongue around the head. She looked up again from her work and smiled. "There you go," she said.

John chuckled and shook his head; he was just about to say something when he was interrupted by the sound of the apartment door opening, the lock they had made sure to return to the position they had found it in minutes ago clacking as someone worked the key. The door creaked open as he and Chloe locked eyes.

It's going to work, her eyes assured him.

He nodded in acknowledgement and her hand began moving again, ever so slowly jerking him as the noise from the other room continued. "It should only really take a couple trips," Carrie's voice was audible from the other side of the only partially closed bedroom door. "My room's kind of a shitshow, though."

As she spoke these words, she pushed the bedroom door open to allow herself entrance; her face, until the end of her sentence turned toward her unseen interlocutor, rotated back around to the direction of her motion, into the room and towards the bed as her foot breached the doorway. John felt Chloe's mouth close tightly around his cock, squeezing it just slightly too hard between her soft lips. In that same instant, Carrie froze, nothing moving but her eyes, which jumped from the scene before her, to John's eyes, back to Chloe's upturned ass, and then around the room, this way and that in a panic. Her mouth opened slightly but no words came out and it hung in that position for a moment.

Show time.

"Oh, shit, baby," John fumbled out the line that Chloe had coached him on earlier. "It's not what it looks like!" He pushed Chloe over, sending her toppling onto her side and jumped to his feet.

Carrie snapped out of her trance. "What the fuck!" She took a step backward, only to find the way blocked. She snapped her head around to find Riley standing in her way. Before she even had time to react, she toppled forward from the force of Riley's shove. She got to her knees, but behind her, Riley had already pulled the door tight shut. "What the fuck!" Carrie repeated.

"Go with it!" Riley shouted from through the closed door.

Carrie grabbed the knob, trying to yank the door back open to no avail. "What the fuck, Riley? What the fuck!"

"Just go with it!" Riley repeated, her voice strained. "Please, just go with it!"

"Baby," John said as he approached Carrie. His hand on her arm drew her attention away from the door. "You know I love you, baby. This isn't anything."

An actor I am not, John admitted to himself, taking most of his effort to suppress how stupid he felt with his erection bobbing in front of him.

"What the fuck, dude?" Carrie asked. "What the fuck is this?"

It'll work, it'll work.

"It's nothing, baby. She's just some girl. You know I love you. Please, baby!"

Yeah definitely not an actor...

Carrie's face was a mixture of anger and confusion. "Seriously, tell me what the fuck," she snapped at him. "What the fuck is this shit? I came up here to get my shit so I could just fade out of your life and you bring Chloe here to fuck her on my bed? Was truth or dare not humiliating enough for me? You have to rub my face in how much better she is? Seriously what the fuck?" Tears had begun welling in her eyes as she spoke and by the time she had finished her series of questions, they had begun streaming down her face. She looked over at Chloe, then back to John, her lip quivering.

"I'm sorry," Chloe said. Before either of them could react, Chloe had moved over to the floor beside Carrie, looking up at her roommate through teary eyes as she knelt beside her. "Please, it's not his fault. It was my stupid idea."

"It was your idea?" Carrie snapped. "What the fuck was your idea? To fuck on my sheets just so I could have one less thing to take with me? Cum on them so I could have a little memento of how stupid I was to fall for this asshole again? How stupid I was to think I could ever compete with you?"

"No!" Chloe shouted. "It's not..." She choked back tears. "It's not like that. It's not a competition. I didn't win, I don't want to win! I want you back! This whole stupid thing is... I just wanted you back and I thought that maybe because how you know you like watching and everything and it would be like a way for you to realize that you never really stopped being John's girlfriend. He still loves you and I love you and I want you back and I thought that if you came in and saw us and we made it so, like, I was the girl he was cheating with but you were the girlfriend, I don't know, maybe it would make something click and you would realize it and I don't know I thought you would come back and realize we don't have to compete over John. I just... I just want you back, please?"

Carrie said nothing for a few moments, just blinked and swallowed tears. She opened her mouth, but even then no sound came out. She took a breath and then tried again, successfully this time. "That's so..." Her lips closed tight shut and she shook her head, sending another tear rolling down her cheek as she blinked again.

"I know," Chloe said, her gaze falling to the floor, "it's so stupid, I don't know why I thought it would work. Just..." She sniffed and looked back up into Carrie's eyes. "Just sometimes we do stupid things out of love."

Carrie's lips, pressed tightly together, began a slow curling motion up into a smile.

"So, like..." Chloe began, her eyes darting momentarily to John before returning to Carrie. "Will you, like, stay? Please? Like, what do you think?"

Carrie extended a hand to her roommate and when Chloe took it, practically yanked her to her feet. "I say," she said, taking a pause to swallow more tears, "I say you call that a fucking blowjob?"

Chloe's face burst into a smile.

"You little fucking slut," Carrie continued, a tear making its way down her cheek, "if you're going to try and steal my boyfriend you're going to have to do better than that. Get on that fucking bed and let me show you how a real slut sucks cock." She punctuated her command with a loud slap on Chloe's ass.

Chloe practically leapt up onto the bed and Carrie turned her attention to John. While keeping her eyes locked onto his, she reached out and grabbed his still fairly hard cock with one hand. "And you," she said, failing to suppress a smile entirely, "you cheating bastard, you don't get to cum until I say so. Do you understand me, fucker?"

"Yes, ma'am," he replied.

"Now get over there and fuck the shit out of that little cunt," she commanded.

He hopped to it, jumping onto the bed and landing on his back. Chloe positioned herself as before on her knees, but now perpendicular to John's body, giving Carrie a clear view as she took his cock into her mouth and started again where she had left off, running her tongue around the head of his cock.

Carrie watched intently, stripping off her top and throwing it onto one of the many piles of laundry, the proceeded over to the bedside in her bra and shorts, stepping out of her shoes as she went. She watched lovingly for another second and then placed her hand gently on the back of Chloe's head. "I said 'suck' his cock," she said, "not play with it." She pushed on the back of Chloe's head, sending her face into John's crotch and his dick into the back of her throat. "So suck."

Glg... glggg Chloe did an admirable job of holding John's cock in her throat, though she had little choice in the matter with Carrie holding her down so that her lips were almost at John's balls. Carrie held her there, watching intently with a not-quite smile on her face, until the sounds Chloe started making turned to retching and her head started twisting desperately, searching for a way to escape; when Carrie did finally relent, Chloe pulled her mouth off him in a flash, leaving a trail of spit that hung for a second between her lips and his cock before the tension gave in and it snapped, leaving the strand to stick to her chin.

"Oh, look at that," Carrie said, "you almost managed to get down to the balls."

Chloe was clearly trying and failing to stay in character, unable to suppress entirely her smile as she gasped for breath.

"But almost only counts in horseshoes and hand grenades," Carrie replied, now fully smiling as well. She pushed Chloe's head down again and the girl once more took John's turgid member into her mouth, noisily gagging.

"Tsk, tsk," Carrie teased, "you'll never steal my man like that. Look at these big, beautiful balls." She cupped them gently for effect. "So big and juicy and full of cum and you're not even touching them. You do want my man's cum, don't you?"

"Mmm... gllg hmmm," Chloe, her eyes meeting her roommate's, tried to answer in the affirmative while John's cock was solidly lodged in her throat.

"Then you better fucking treat these balls right," Carrie responded. She released Chloe, who took the opportunity to gasp while Carrie bent down, taking up the same position as Chloe but on John's other side, sitting on her knees, and began gently tonguing John's balls.

"Oh fuck yes," John groaned at the sensation, even before Chloe replaced her lips, sucking her copious spit off his cock.

For what John estimated was a few minutes, the girls worked as a team, Chloe sucking his cock, her lips moving back and forth over the ridge of his cock head, while Carrie alternately licked and sucked first one ball and then the other, until Carrie sat up again. She smacked Chloe on her ass, interrupting the sucking. "Get over here and show me what you learned. Get your slutty little ass between these legs and make love to my man's fat balls."

"Yes, Carrie," Chloe replied, doing a fairly good job of feigning submissiveness despite the smile creeping across her spit-coated lips. She started to move, but stopped suddenly when Carrie's hand smacked her cheek. It was not a hard slap, barely even making an audible noise, but she paused, nonetheless.

"You get my name out of your slut mouth," Carrie said. Her tongue played on her teeth for a moment, even as a strand of spit hanging from her chin wobbled seductively. "You show me some respect."

"Yes, ma'am," Chloe gave up pretending not to smile and hurriedly climbed into the space between John's legs. Her eyes remained fixed on Carrie, who watched hungrily as Chloe once again began sucking John, this time first planting a kiss on his cock head before quickly moving down the shaft, tongue extended, and finally reaching his balls, where that tongue moved this way and that, adding even more spit to the generous coating that Carrie had left behind.

While never taking her eyes off her roommate, Carrie moved her hand into her own crotch, first skillfully undoing the fly and then, pushing her shorts down to her knees, back up to her panties; her fingers bunched up and even through the dark and already quite damp cloth it was easy to make out their movements: first up and down her slit a few times before landing on her clit, where they began a series of slow, circular motions.

John reached his hand out to her and took a squeeze of her thick, shapely ass. If Carrie noticed, she did not let on, seemingly entranced by Chloe's licking, which meandered aimlessly from balls to shaft to head and back again while she fingered her own pussy. "You like that, baby?" she asked without turning to look at John. "You like how she sucks your balls?"

"Mmmhmm," John answered. "She's a good little cocksucker."

"Mmmhmm," Carrie agreed, her free hand moving to Chloe's hair, which she toyed with idly. "More spit, bitch," she said plainly. "The wetter, the better."

John took a hold of Carrie's panties and pulled them down. This she did notice, turning her head to smile at him as he grabbed and handful of her bare ass before once again returning to Chloe, her fingers circling her clit excitedly the whole time. "Look at this little fucking slut," she remarked, drawing Chloe's eyes back to herself, "such a cum hungry little slut. Is that all you do, you little whore? Just suck cock? Is that how you planned on stealing my man from me?"

"No ma'am," Chloe answered between slurps, quickly returning her tongue to John's cock which she proceeded to lick up and down the length of while spit oozed from her mouth.

"A stud like this needs pussy," Carrie said. "Let me show you how it's fucking done. With a surprising speed, she shimmied the rest of the way out of her shorts and panties; Chloe made way, spit coating her lips and chin while Carrie straddled John. As she had done countless times before, she took hold of his throbbing dick, taking the opportunity to stroke it a few times and in the process smear Chloe's spit further, then positioned it at her very wet entrance and sank down on him with a groan.

She worked him deeper into himself, gyrating atop him with practiced skill while Chloe watched and slipped out of her panties. She tossed the now soaking wet undergarment to the side as Carrie started driving John's cock in and out of herself with growing speed.

"Mmm, that's it," Carrie grunted over the squishing sounds of her pussy juices. "You like my fucking pussy, baby?"

"Uh huh," John answered; it was a losing battle to try and keep a goofy smile off his face but Carrie did not seem to mind, losing her own such battle atop him.

"You see this, slut?" Carrie's voice was wild, her pussy already starting to to milk John as she rode. Chloe's free hand had slowly made its way to John's thigh and then up to Carrie's continuing on with no apparent target in sight, simply moving over Carrie's undulating body. "That's how you fucking ride a cock. You see that?"

"Mmmhmm," Chloe, her voice indicating she was already nearing an orgasm of her own, answered.

"Get a good fucking look," Carrie growled. She grabbed Chloe's hand and awkwardly pulled the girl down. Chloe followed her lead and sank down onto the bed between John's legs and out of his sight. He could feel her fingertips caress his balls while Carrie bent down and planted a sloppy, tongue-heavy kiss on his lips.

Carrie shivered, suddenly stopping her gyrations unexpectedly. A great big smile spread across her lips and she turned, rising up from John's chest slightly in the process. "You little slut, did you just...?"

Yeah, she'll do that...

"You fucking ask first, bitch," Carrie growled. "You fucking ask permission."

"Please," Chloe's voice, a poor imitation of nervousness, came from behind Carrie. "Please can I lick your butthole, ma'am?"

Carrie reached her hand back behind herself. John could sort of see her place it on the back of Chloe's head before she answered, "Lick that fucking asshole! Lick my asshole, you filthy slut!"

Mmm mmm came Chloe's response, no doubt garbled by Carrie's ass.

"Oh yes, that's it, baby," Carrie purred as she began moving again, "Right there, oh fuck yes, right there." In almost no time she was back up to full speed, her eyes now once again locked onto John's.

She pressed down on top of John, jamming her tongue into his mouth roughly for a moment, then withdrawing it, she groaned, "Oh fuck I'm gonna cum... oh fuck..."

Her hips sped up and then suddenly stopped, having driven John deep inside herself; her body began quaking and she moved again, sliding him in and out of her spasming pussy once, twice, three times, before stopping once more and letting out a wild, formless moan. With a great sigh, she heaved her now very sweaty body off of him, leaving Chloe in her wake; for her part, Chloe wasted no time in taking John's cock into her mouth and sucking it in long, deep strokes.

"Oh shit," John sighed. He took a deep breath and willed the cum that was desperately trying to push its way out of him back down as Chloe's eyes flicked up to meet his.

"You like how that pussy tastes?" Carrie asked beside John.

"Mmmhmm," Chloe replied without stopping, gripping John's cock tightly at the base as she continued to suck him, her lips passing over the ridge of his cock head repeatedly and each time sending a new jolt of pleasure running up his spine.

Carrie spread her legs the best she could on the small bed, exposing her juicy twat. "Then come get it," she said.

Chloe wordlessly obeyed, letting John's cock fall out of her mouth and smack against his belly with a wet thud and crawling over his leg to position herself on her tummy between Carrie's legs.

"Mmm, there it is," Carrie purred as Chloe extended her tongue and began gently licking up and down Carrie's slit, producing a sloppy sound as spit and juices mixed and spread. "That's a good little slut, eat that fucking cunt, just like that." As she encouraged Chloe, Carrie ran her hands through the other girl's hair lovingly.

John rolled onto his side and kissed Carrie softly. She smiled as they broke off the kiss and her eyes drifted down to her crotch, where they found Chloe looking up at them. Even with her tongue out and busily moving, she managed a smile in return.

"Why don't you show me how you fuck this little slut when I'm not around?" Carrie asked. "See if she learned anything by watching me."

"Yes, baby," John replied, already up on his knees. He tried to move around behind Chloe and found the single bed's length inadequate: Chloe's feet were already dangling off the end of it, so he hopped off the bed and took the opportunity to get a quick taste of her open asshole, making her shiver, though she never stopped licking despite John's intrusion. He smacked her on the ass loudly as he pulled back, wiping the spit from his chin.

"Turn over, bitch," Carrie commanded, "my man's going to destroy that pretty little cunt of yours."

With a giggle, Chloe did as commanded, scooting down the bed as she turned to bring her crotch to the edge of the bed, then pulling her legs up to give John easy access to her hairless, dripping wet snatch.

Even as John rested his cock head on Chloe's pussy lips, Carrie moved, first grabbing a pillow and then straddling Chloe's face. "Eat me," Carrie commanded, gripping Chloe's ankle with one hand. She pulled up and simultaneously jammed a pillow under Chloe's supple ass, expertly raising Chloe's lower half up enough to give John better access.

Chloe responded by hungrily lapping at Carrie's pussy as John sank his throbbing cock into Chloe's hot little twat. It glided in easily, Chloe's pussy already overflowing with juices.

"Oh yes," Carrie groaned, "stretch that fucking pussy out for me, baby. Let me see you destroy that little cunt."

John drove his cock into Chloe and then back out again, slowly, slowly, savoring the view of each inch disappearing into her. He increased his speed, taking a hold of the girl's ankles as he pistoned in and out of her, filling the room with the wet slapping sounds of flesh on flesh.

Carrie gyrated on Chloe's tongue, unhooking her bra and tossing it carelessly aside before returning her hands to her chest, where she proceeded to massage her breasts. John leaned in as he fucked and kissed her softly; she returned the kiss, her tongue exploring his mouth.

"Oh my fucking god, I'm gonna fucking cum!" she moaned as she broke off the kiss. "Don't fucking stop... oh fuck... right there... oh fuck!" She froze for an instant and then began shaking as an orgasm rocked her body, making itself known in the form of a high-pitched, formless whine that escaped from Carrie's tightly clinched lips.

Even as Carrie sighed out the last whimper of her orgasm, Chloe continued lapping at her hungrily. Carrie opened her eyes and let her tongue hang lazily out of her mouth for a moment. "Fuck this little bitch's mouth is good," she panted.

John smiled as sweat trickled down his back; his cock had started tingling from the repeated pounding he had been giving Chloe's tight little pussy and so he pulled out, taking a second to admire the way she gaped open for him.

Without missing a beat, Carrie bent down and grabbed it. "Let me taste it," she commanded; before he even had a chance to decide, she had popped the head in her mouth and began sucking it loudly. "Fuck," she sighed, popping it back out of her mouth. "Tastes so fucking good. Put it back in."

Again John had no choice but to comply as Carrie was already busy working it back into Chloe as she spoke. When he pressed back into her, sinking in with an easy wet sound, Carrie left her hand on his shaft, jerking him while he fucked Chloe for a few strokes, then moving her hand to the other girl's clit. "Fuck her, baby," Carrie commanded, her eyes locked on the scene before her. "Fuck this nasty little fucking slut. Make her cum with your big fucking cock."

Her fingers moved furiously and soon John felt Chloe tighten around him. "Cum for me," Carrie said calmly, "cum on my man's cock, you little slut. Cum for me."

"Oh... oh..." Chloe tried to respond but it came out only as a series of moans, muffled by Carrie's thighs. "Oh... " she came, her little body practically jumping off the bed as she was racked with pleasure. Carrie's fingers continued their frantic pace on the girl's clit even as she writhed and moaned beneath her.

"Oh my god, I'm gonna fucking cum," John groaned.

Carrie, her fingers wet with Chloe's juices, grabbed John by the chin and yanked his attention to her face. "Don't you fucking dare," she said. "Don't you dare fucking cum in this little slut's pussy."

"Yes, baby," John panted, pulling out.

"Your cum is mine, you cheating bastard," she continued as she dismounted Chloe, leaving a glimmering, sticky-looking mixture of spit and pussy juice coating the girl's face. "I want your cum in my fucking asshole."

Before Chloe had a chance to do anything else, Carrie clambered on top of her, kissing and licking up the fluids coating Chloe's face even as she roughly pulled her up the bed to better reach, and in the process give John space to step back up on the bed behind her beautiful, round ass, which he did, but not before sneaking in a lick of her perfect little brown hole, slurping up a bit of Chloe's spit in the process.

Carrie placed one hand on Chloe's mouth as she pulled away from the kiss, holding herself up with one elbow. "You're going to watch how a real slut cums," she said, giving Chloe's squished up lips a little shake for good measure. "A good little slut takes it up the ass, you got that?" Before Chloe could answer, Carrie shut her up by launching a glob of spit directly into the girls' puckered lips. She watched, pinning Chloe's legs up with her own, as Chloe dutifully swallowed the spit, opening her mouth to let Carrie confirm, pulling her hand away from Chloe's face. Without missing a beat, she turned her head to look back at John and said, "Now shove your fucking cock up my ass, baby."

John pressed the head of his cock to Carrie's asshole, which quivered slightly at the sensation. Carrie meanwhile locked Chloe into a passionate kiss, tongues, darting in and out of each other's mouths, visible even to John. He pressed forward and her asshole, after only a token resistance, gave in and allowed his cock head entry; it slipped in suddenly, and for a moment he admired the scene before pressing forward slowly, feeding his throbbing cock into Carrie's ass inch by sensual inch.

"Oh fuuuck," Carrie groaned as John sank into her, "your fucking cock is so fucking big..." He started working himself back out of her, then when the head was just barely visible, pushed back in, sinking in to nearly the balls, then repeating the process almost agonizingly slowly, as much to keep himself from shooting his load into her as to acclimate her tight asshole to his fat cock.

Below her, Chloe started moaning, her voice muffled as she kissed her roommate's neck. It was then that John became aware that Carrie, who had given up truly holding herself up with one arm had moved her other arm between her legs and was fingering Chloe's pussy.

God she's incredible, John marveled as he thrust into her again.

"Oh fuck," John groaned involuntarily, "this ass is so fucking good..."

"You like that, bitch?" Carrie panted directly into Chloe's ear, "You like watching my man fuck my ass? It makes you fucking wet, doesn't it?"

"Mmmhmm," Chloe moaned a response, her voice a few steps higher than it had been only moments before.

In and out, in and out thrust John, the girls' moans growing louder along with the cry of his balls to release his load. "You gonna cum for me, slut?" Carrie was almost barking at this point, "Cum with me while he fucks my ass. Cum with me!"

"Mmmhmm!" Chloe's response morphed into a high-pitched wail as she was rocked with another orgasm. As if that orgasm had traversed the length of Carrie's arm before making its way to her ass, Carrie reacted with a shudder; her asshole clamped down hard on John's cock, sending him over the edge with her.

"Oh fuck," he groaned.

"Fuck!" Carrie screamed, adding her wild voice to those of her partners and filling the room as they all exploded simultaneously. John's cum poured out of him, filling Carrie and leaking out of her as he continued to pump in and out of her automatically while she screamed and shook with delight.

After a moment that would forever remain lost to the void, John opened his eyes, which had clamped tight shut and watched as his cock fell out of Carrie's asshole, followed by a trail of white, sticky goo which ran down over her juicy pussy. As he caught his breath, Carrie collapsed into Chloe's waiting arms, the girls rolling onto their sides to face one another. He practically fell over onto the bed on her other side, his arm falling over the two of them in a giant sweaty mass of bodies.

For at least a few minutes, nobody said anything, the room silent except for the sound of their rough breathing. Finally Carrie spoke. "Holy shit," she said. "Holy shit."

"So you're gonna stay?" Chloe asked.

John laboriously propped himself up onto one arm to get a look at the girls. Their arms were entangled, as were their shapely legs, their eyes looking deep into one another's. "Yeah," Carrie replied between deep breaths, "if you want me."

She rolled onto her back and gazed lovingly into John's eyes. "If you both want me, I mean."

Chloe, her delicate fingers on Carrie's face, drew her back to herself. "We both want you to stay," she said. "We love you."

As John watched, a tear ran out of Carrie's eye and rolled sideways across her face. "Oh god," she said, "Chloe, I... I'm so sorry for..."

Chloe cut off her sentence with a gentle kiss. "Don't," she said. "You don't have anything to be sorry for."

"But I..." Carrie tried again, the tears flowing freely now. "I don't deserve... I mean, after what I did, I..."

It was John's turn to respond, turning Carrie gently onto her back. "Everything you did," he said, "you did it out of love." He looked to Chloe, who affirmed his statement with a nod, tears forming in her eyes. "It took Chloe to make me realize that. To make me realize how much I love you, I've always loved you. I don't know how but she understood it better than I did."

Carrie turned back to Chloe. "And you...?"

Chloe nodded. "We all do stupid things for love," she said. She let out a little laugh and wiped away a tear. "I mean, look at this plan. I can't believe it worked."

"It didn't work," Carrie answered. "But I love you for trying."

"Seems like it worked pretty well to me," John offered.

"Shut up, asshole," Carrie responded without turning to him. "You're just lucky it was Chloe. If you had tried this shit with any other girl, I would have kicked you in the throat. I would have..." She trailed off, shaking her head and both of the girls let out little laughs with their tears.

"So I guess nobody's going to prison then?"

Riley poked her head in the door. "I mean, based purely on auditory clues, it sounds like against all odds it worked?"

For once, Carrie's rule of never making a bed paid off and Chloe was able to pull a sheet up over them.

"Yeah," John answered. "Probably don't need that lawyer."

"Good," Riley said. "'Cause I probably can't afford a good one, anyway." She looked to Carrie. "So I guess you won't need me to haul off the rest of your stuff?"

Carrie sat up. "No, thanks, Riley." She bit her lip, rolling it around under her teeth for a few seconds, then hopped up off the bed, pulling the sheet around herself in an improvised toga and, in the process, uncovered the other two entirely, eliciting a little grin from Riley as Chloe scrambled to cover herself with a pillow. John sighed and silently accepted that there was little reason for him to play at modesty as Carrie stepped over to Riley.

"Thanks," she said again. "For taking me in. And for kicking me out."

Riley smiled despite her eyes beginning to water. "No problem," she said. "I mean, you're a real slob, anyway."

The girls both let out short little laughs, looking down at the floor. For a moment they were silent and then Carrie, letting go of the sheet and letting it fall to the floor, wrapped her arms around Riley in a tight embrace.

"I'm sorry," Riley began, "for..."

Carrie pulled back from the hug and looked Riley in her now overflowing eyes. "No," she said. "Just no."

Riley sniffled and nodded and Carrie pulled her in for a hug again. John looked to Chloe, who was watching the scene through tears she was failing to wipe away quickly enough, holding the pillow to herself tightly.

"You're a good friend, Riley," Carrie said over Riley's shoulder as they embraced. "Thanks for shoving me in here."

Riley pulled back from the hug, her hands finding Carrie's. "It's a good thing that ass of yours is so fucking fat," she replied. "Might have hurt to fall on it otherwise."

Carrie chuckled. "Yeah," she said. "It might have hurt. But sometimes we need a shove in the right direction, right? Even if it hurts."

"Yeah," Riley replied, swallowing tears visibly. After a moment's pause, she added, "Well, I should probably get back. I'm sure my fiancé is wondering what's taking me so long."

She took a step back towards the door, releasing one hand of Carrie's, but Carrie held the other tight. They exchanged a silent look for a moment before Carrie let her go.

"Later," Riley said. "I'll text you, ok?"

Carrie nodded, forcing her lips together into a thin little smile and Riley slipped out the door, leaving Carrie to bring a hand to her mouth, blinking away tears as she stared at the empty doorframe.

"So you and Riley, huh?" John said.

Carrie turned to him, her usual scowl on her face. "Shut up, asshole."

Chloe beckoned her friend back to bed, putting the pillow to the side as Carrie, stopping to pick up the sheet, crawled back to her previous position. "But really, like, you and Riley?" she asked.

Carrie rolled her eyes. "Yeah, it's... god, it's no big deal. It was like, well, like, I mean, you saw how well I took truth or dare. After that I just, I didn't know where else to go. I mean, I just drove, like, the whole time just like, 'you have to stop, you're drunk, you have to stop' but, like, I just kept driving. It was like, I don't know, like somebody else was driving; I'm so stupid, I can't believe I didn't kill anybody that night but then, like, I... the next thing I knew I was at Riley's place and she didn't say anything, just let me in and I just like fucking puked into her toilet and she held my hair and I passed out and when I woke up we were on the couch and it was the next day and holy shit I've never felt so bad in my life."

John watched Chloe's listening, accompanied by a gentle rubbing of her friend's arm. "And then I guess like I just, I don't know, I just stayed. And she just let me, she never really asked. I didn't even tell her about it, you know, about the whole truth or dare thing or you two or anything for two days and she didn't ask me a single thing, she just let me stay. The second night I slept in her bed with her. She didn't ask anything, not anything at all, just 'what do you want for dinner?' and, I don't know," Carrie paused to sniffle. "And then so, like, the next day I just didn't even go to work; I don't know what she did, I guess she must have called in sick or something, but we just spent all day watching just dumb trash and talking, you know, about anything. About anything but that. And then so finally I told her about it, I don't know why; I don't know why I waited to tell her, either. But I told her and she held me and just, I don't know, she looked at me with the same kind of hurt in her eyes and she kissed me and I guess, I don't know, I just let it happen, you know?"

Chloe drew Carrie into an embrace while the latter continued her story. "And, I mean, I don't know, it felt good. I mean, obviously, duh, it feels good. But it just felt good, like, somebody who is just as fucked up and sad and broken as I was, just holding me and kissing me and fucking me. It just felt good. And so then I let her do it again. And the next day I went to work and she went to work and I went right back to her apartment, I didn't even think about it, didn't even consider what I was doing or where I was going or anything." Carrie looked up to the ceiling and wiped away a tear. "And I know, like, she's engaged and it's fucked and terrible and I'm a horrible hypocrite but it just felt good. And I guess I just thought, like, I don't know, maybe she needs this as much as I do and so I didn't think anything else beyond that. And so I let her fuck me again that night, and the next night. And, oh my god her fiancé even came over and I talked to him and he's, I mean, it wasn't, like, the first time I ever met him or anything but he's just like, some guy, right? Like, I mean, he's not some piece of shit, he's not cheating on her, he doesn't hit her, he's fine. He's a guy, you know, asks how I am, how's work, whatever, listens like a guy listens, kind of half there, but he's, like, he's trying, he's nice, you know? He's just some guy. And here I am sitting in his fiancée's apartment with him and thinking like, god I wish he would go so she could stick her dick in me again and I wouldn't have to think about it. And she's just like, I don't even know, this just must be how she feels all the time, you know? Just like every minute she's around this guy, this, just like, normal guy who never did anything but just not be the right guy and remembering every time she fucked around on him."

"Carrie..." Chloe squeezed her friend even more tightly.

"It must just be..." Carrie let out a long breath. "It must just feel like perpetually dying. That's how I felt, I felt like I was dying. Like all the shit I did, it felt like I was in hell for what I did, like we were in hell together and neither of us wanted to leave, just wanted to stay in her fucking shit pit apartment and watch fucking K-dramas and eat fucking takeout. And I think that's how she must feel all the time, but it's worse because it's just her. It's just her and sometimes the guy she hates that she doesn't love comes by and makes her feel somehow even worse by asking how her day was." She pulled away from the hug and wiped another tear away. "But then she did this for me. You did this for me. You dragged me out of my little hell and she held the door. And I love her for that." She blinked a few times, then said. "I hope that makes sense. I know I sound like a complete insane bitch."

"You sound like one of the least insane bitches I've ever heard," John said.

Carrie turned to him for the first time in a few minutes. "God, you're a stupid asshole," she said, smiling through the tears.

"Seriously, though," he said, "you don't sound crazy. This, this is crazy. This was a crazy idea and you're right to love her for playing a part in it. I mean, if it worked, we got you. But she didn't get anything, just lost someone to hang on to. But she did it, anyway. That's love."

Carrie smiled. "Still an asshole," she smiled, "but even a broken asshole is right twice a day."

"I don't think the saying works like that," John replied.

"Yeah, but whatever," Carrie said. "You know what I mean, so it works. The thing that I do want to know is how did you come up with this little scheme, and why did you think it would work? Even you're not that stupid."

"It was my idea," Chloe said. "Like I said. I mean, I know you like watching and stuff and it seemed like, well, I mean, it's pretty obvious you've always had kind of a thing with cheating for whatever reason, like, you just always think John was cheating on you and in psych back in college I remembered learning about, like, fetishes, you know? And how, like, people sometimes develop them because of a specific trauma, or, like, some sort of, like, formative experience, right? So I thought, maybe, I mean, I guess I just thought you might have a thing there and we could do this and work through it with you and then you'd see that, you know, we don't have to put it in those terms, right? Like, John can be your boyfriend and my boyfriend and just like, it's fine, right?"

Carrie smiled at her. "That might actually be the sweetest, stupidest thing anyone has ever done for me," she said, then let out a sigh. "Really, like so stupid. So, so, so very stupid. You're sure John didn't come up with it?"

"Hey," John pretended to object.

"No, all me," Chloe let out a laugh. "I mean, I came up with it based on what he told me, like the watching thing. But, like, the cheating thing was my idea. I was, like, sooo sure it would work, that you had some kind of cheating fetish or whatever and that we'd have like a breakthrough or something and then you wouldn't mind sharing or, you know, at least you'd stay."

Carrie turned back to John. "You told her?" she asked. "What exactly did you tell her about me?"

"In my defense," John said, "I did it out of love." When she scowled at him playfully, he added, "Also she literally had me by the balls at the time."

"He just told me about how you watched us and stuff," Chloe drew her roommate's attention again. "And stuff like that. But he's right, I pretty much made him tell me. He didn't want to but I told him, if you love her, you're going to tell me every little thing that might even maybe help a little bit because I'm not going to let her run away without trying as hard as I freaking can to get her back."

Carrie chuckled. "What do you mean by 'stuff like that'? Like what all I'm into that he definitely should not have told anyone because it's a gross violation?"

Chloe shrugged. "I mean, I don't know, I guess. Like how you two did a threesome and like watersports and dp, oh, and atm. But, like, I figured the voyeur thing was probably the only workable angle."

The laugh that Carrie failed to hold back in response was loud and sharp. "Look at you. Where did you even learn all that porn talk?"

Chloe's eyes shifted and she bit her lip in her signature adorable fashion. "Oh, uh, I mean, I guess, like, when John and me were broken up and you two were doing it I guess I was pretty lonely and stuff and, you know, we all do it, right?"

"Yeah, we do..." Carrie answered, clearly amused. Her expression suddenly shifted. "So, wait, he told you that we were hooking up? Or I guess you figured that out from truth or dare..."

"Oh," Chloe said, looking surprised, "no, I mean, well, yeah, I could have figured it out from truth or dare, obviously. But like, he didn't have to tell me or anything."

"Wait," said Carrie, leaning in close to her roommate. "You, like, knew we were doing it? And you didn't... I mean, I guess that makes sense in retrospect that if you were fine with sharing."

"Yeah," nodded Chloe. "I mean, it wasn't exactly hard to figure out. You two aren't, like, master spies or anything. It's pretty obvious when you're getting some and when you're not." She giggled. "And it wasn't hard to figure out from there."

Carrie sighed. "Ah, I guess I am kind of a bitch when I'm not getting enough dick."

"Kind of," John interjected.

The girls simultaneously shot him the same "shut up, asshole" look before Carrie turned back to Chloe.

"Yeah, well, anyway," Chloe continued, "I mean, even right then after the break up I wasn't sure about it. I mean, I felt stupid and obviously I wanted him back, you know, I wrote that letter and everything and then with Riley and everything. I mean, I knew but I just figured like, obviously. And it kind of made me happy about it, like, maybe even if I screwed up with the break up and all that at least he had you and you had him and you both got what you needed. But then I got to thinking that, like, maybe it didn't matter, like maybe you would be fine with it? I guess. I mean, I don't know. So then like when we did truth or dare I was sooo sure it was going to work, right? Like, it's truth or dare. It's the game where you do that kind of stuff. I was like so ready for us to do a threesome that night. You were getting so drunk and I was so sure it was going to happen and then everything would be fine and I could be like, I don't know, your girlfriend or whatever. But then the whole thing happened. And so yeah I guess, I mean, I'm sorry for being so stupid and thinking it would work out so easily."

Carrie took Chloe face in both hands and looked her directly in the eyes. "Don't you dare apologize," she said. "Everything was my fault. I should've... we should have just done it right there. And we would have if I hadn't been so stupid and jealous and just so..." she shook her head as if trying to knock the words loose by force, "... so un-Chloe."

"Aww," Chloe said, her face still squished in Carrie's hands. "Does this mean we can be, like, girlfriends?" Carrie dropped her hands into her lap and Chloe continued. "Because if, like, it's not the right type of love or this was just like a one-time thing or whatever that's ok. I mean, I guess I should have thought that, like, you might not be into girls and everything. It's just like, when it was me, I mean when John and me, when we did the foursome with my friend Zoe I, like, before that I would never have said I'm bi or anything like that, I just never would have even thought about it but then, like, it just happened, like how with Riley, I guess, you know, it just happens sometimes and I realized a thing, you know, that it wasn't a thing." She fidgeted with her lips for a moment, then added, "But, like, maybe that's just me, I guess, and I shouldn't have just kind of assumed it was like that for everyone and that you'd just be into it immediately and want to be my girlfriend too. I just, like, in the moment I definitely thought that that is what it was going to be and I was so excited for it and... and so, I mean, if this was just a one-time thing or whatever and you want to just be friends, I mean, like friends without benefits or whatever but if you want to still share John then that's ok, too. We'll just like work out a schedule, I mean, if you're not into girls, I guess."

"Sweetie," Carrie said. "I'm not into girls."

Chloe's whole body seemed to shrink for a moment before Carrie added. "But I'm into you."

"You mean?" Chloe's face lit up.

"Yes," Carrie said. "I mean." They hugged for a moment, and when they had let go, Carrie added, "Now get out of that bra, will you? It's weird that you're the only one wearing anything. Come on, show me those little titties."

Chloe giggled and fumbled with her bra, managing somehow to get it off and toss it onto the floor. "So, do you want to like...?"

"Uh huh," Carrie said. "I want to try something. Lie back."

Chloe scrambled to comply, her eyes watching, a mix of excitement and curiosity on her face, as Carrie moved in between her legs.

"Nice," Carrie said, eyeing Chloe's beautiful, shaved pussy hungrily. She looked up suddenly to her roommate. "Do you mind if I...?" When Chloe said nothing, Carrie finished the thought, "Do you mind if I go down on you? Like, eat you out? I've never actually done it before, gone down on a girl. I mean, besides Riley, but that kind of doesn't count, you know? I'll probably be terrible at it so you can tell me to stop or whatever."

"Oh, oh, yeah," Chloe answered, excitedly nodding her head. "Like, yeah, go ahead. It's, like, totally not a big deal. I thought I was going to be terrible at it, too, but, like Zoe told me I did great. I think it's just, like, a thing girls know how to do, you know? But, like, no pressure, you know?"

Carrie responded only with a short laugh before she cautiously extended her tongue and took a taste of her roommate, teasing her lips a few times before moving on to extended strokes of the tongue up and down the length of the slit.

"Oh wow," Chloe purred. "Wow, yeah, that's... mmm... that's really good."

Carrie smiled as she licked, soon transitioning to gentle sucking of Chloe's pussy lips before once more returning to licking. After a few more long strokes of her tongue, she made her way to Chloe's clit and began slowly flicking it.

John, who had been watching intently as his cock grew harder in his hand, glanced up to Chloe's face to find her smiling. She must have felt the presence of his eyes, as she looked over to him and with a little motion of her lips indicated he should get more involved. He got up onto his knees and moved towards her head; as he approached she took his cock in hand, gently shooing his hand away in the process and guided him to her mouth.

She sucked his cock head softly a few times, then let her tongue begin exploring it, twirling around it over and over again, her moans vibrating up through the length of his dick as Carrie continued to work her magic on Chloe's clit. As Carrie licked, she worked her own clit, slowly but surely, with a hand between her legs.

John's cock grew harder and harder as he looked back and forth between Chloe, her tongue moving unpredictably this way and that as she coated his now fully hard cock with her spit, and Carrie, whose own tongue, in the moments between sensual licks of her roommate's pussy, dripped with her juices. When those juices made their way down Chloe's slit, Carrie dutifully licked them up, depositing them on Chloe's clit before noisily slurping them up again, sucking that clit for longer and longer between each subsequent lick. Chloe's sucking and licking became more frantic as Carrie drove her closer and closer to orgasm; she pushed herself further along still by toying with her own nipple as the slurping and licking noises filled the room.

Chloe's fingers clamped down tightly around the base of John's cock and she pulled her mouth away; it along with her eyes pinched tightly shut and a tiny, high-pitched moan snuck its way out between her lips. Her hips jumped up off the bed, Carrie barely managing to hang on while she continued to suck Chloe's clit all the way through the orgasm. Chloe squirmed and squealed before the last shiver of her orgasm worked its way out a few moments later, opening her eyes and letting out a deep, satisfied sigh.

Carrie sat up on her knees while Chloe's hand returned to its slow stroking of John's shaft. She wiped her chin with her wrist. "I guess I did ok, then?"

"Mmmhmm," Chloe responded happily. "That was... wow. You really never did that before?"

"Nope," Carrie answered. "You officially deflowered me."

Chloe giggled. "Come on," she said, "your turn."

Carrie shook her head no. "I got lots of turns earlier," she said. "I just want to watch."

Chloe propped herself up on her elbows and feigned anger. "What do you mean, 'no'? I said come here and let me do you. I'm not taking no for an answer."

"Fine," Carrie agreed with a smile. She climbed up Chloe's body and planted a kiss on her lips. "You can do me, but I'm definitely going to watch."

Chloe smiled. "Deal," she said. "Come on, John."

"Do I get a say in any of this?" he asked.

"No," Carrie answered simply before climbing off Chloe. As John moved around to take her former position between Chloe's legs, Carrie repositioned herself over Chloe's face. She shivered as Chloe's tongue made initial contact with her pussy, but kept her eyes on John's cock as he slid it up and down the length of Chloe's juicy slit. "Well, come on," she said, wiggling her hips. Chloe slapped her ass and Carrie laughed.

John sunk his cock into Chloe's pussy, eliciting a muffled moan from the girl as she dutifully lapped at her roommate's pussy. "Ooh, wow," Carrie moaned, squirming atop Chloe's face. "You're really good at that."

"Mmmhmm," Chloe tried to answer but it came out indistinct while John began fucking her in earnest, sliding his cock in and out of her pussy, producing lovely wet noises with each stroke.

"Mmm," Carrie purred, her hips seeming to move of their own accord as her hand drifted down to John's cock, teasing it slightly each time it slid out of Chloe, "that's right, eat my pussy, baby..." Suddenly she shivered and let out a little "ooh" followed by a giggle. "And my butt," she added, "just like that."

John stroked in and out of Chloe, picking up speed with each stroke and then, feeling the rising wave of cum inside himself, slowing down again. Chloe, for her part, seemed fully engrossed in Carrie's pussy and ass, producing an array of noises as she hungrily lapped at her roommate.

"You like that, baby?" Carrie asked, both looking and sounding very close to an orgasm. "You like that big fucking cock in your pretty little pussy?"

"Mmmhmm," Chloe answered.

"Oh, your pussy is so hot, baby," Carried groaned. "Can I taste it, baby, please?"

"Mmm," Chloe answered.

John pulled out and Carrie immediately leaned down, grabbing his cock with one hand and in the same motion taking it into her mouth. She sucked it noisily, slurping up all of Chloe's copious juices at once.

"Oh my god," Chloe whined beneath her, finally given a respite from licking. "That's so hot. Please, put it back in. Please, baby, put him back in me."

Carrie smiled, guiding John's cock head back back to Chloe's pussy and teasing her entrance with it. "Is this where you want it?"

"Mmmhmm," Chloe moaned an answer.

Carrie pushed John's cock head further down, pressing it between Chloe's little ass cheeks. "Or maybe you want it here?" She moved John's cock in a tiny circle, teasing her friend's asshole with the tip.

"Oh my god, yes," Chloe begged. "Please, baby, put it in my butt. I want it in my butt so bad."

"You want to show me?" Carrie continued to tease. "You want me to watch you get fucked in your tight little ass?"

"Mmmhmm," Chloe answered desperately, "Please. Put it in my ass, please. I want it, baby, please."

Carrie's hand came to a stop. "You heard the girl," she said with a devilish grin on her face. John pushed forward, finding her asshole, coated as it was in a mix of spit and pussy juice, surprisingly forgiving. Carrie, for her part, pulled Chloe's legs toward herself, raising the girl's ass off the bed and giving herself a better view as John's cock sank into her.

"Oh my god!" squealed Chloe.

"That's it, baby," Carrie growled, "take that fucking cock. Oh my god it's so fucking hot. Your little asshole taking that big fucking cock, holy fuck that's hot." Her hand slipped from Chloe's leg and moved quickly to her pussy. A moment later she had jammed a pair of fingers inside Chloe's twat and started moving them, first matching John's pace as he fucked her ass, and then surpassing it, stirring up Chloe's insides as the girl's cries grew more and more frantic. John took hold of the leg Carrie had released and tried unsuccessfully to match Carrie's pace.

"Cum for me," Carrie commanded gently. "Cum with that cock up your ass. I want to see it."

"Oh..." Chloe's only response was an incoherent moan as she came again; her leg shook in John's hand as her asshole clamped down hard on his cock, nearly driving him over the edge. When it tried to squeeze him out, he let it, if only to prevent emptying his balls into her.

Before Chloe's orgasm had even finished, Carrie had grabbed John's cock and once more brought it to her own mouth, slobbering all over it, then slurping up the copious, bubbly spit she had left in her wake before repeating the process. She had gone through the entire cycle of spitting and slurping three times before finally pulling her lips from him. "Oh my fucking god," she panted, "your asshole tastes so fucking good!"

Chloe's response was muffled as she had once more begun tonguing Carrie. Carrie tried to return to sucking but barely even got her lips back onto John's member before Chloe had pushed her over the edge. "Fuck!" she screamed as she came, squeezing John's cock tightly in her hand as the muscles in her face followed suit, twisting up into a mask of pure pleasure. Her body jerked irregularly as the orgasm worked its way through her. She did not even stop twitching when she had fallen over onto the bed, leaving Chloe to wipe the mixture of fluids that had spread from her mouth to her entire face.

"Oh my god," Carrie panted. Her body twitched again and she added, "Holy fuck."

"Was it that good?" Chloe asked, pulling her legs up under herself to sit on her knees.

"Uh huh..." Carrie responded absently.

"I told you she really likes atm," John said.

"Shut up," Carrie groaned.

"Ok, so your turn again," Chloe said.

Carrie rolled onto her back. "I kind of literally just had a turn. You gave me the turn. Did you forget already?"

Chloe shrugged. "Yeah, but, like, you did me and I did you and John did me, so now it's your turn."

Carried sighed. "Fine," she rolled her eyes while feigning annoyance. "I guess I'll let John fuck me. If I have to..." She rolled back onto her side and from there up onto her knees as John lay down again. A moment later she was straddling him and a moment after that, had his cock inside herself. He had slipped in easily, her pussy absolutely soaking him as she started to ride. Despite her evident exhaustion from the orgasm, she rode him like a pro, sliding him in and out of herself as she rocked her hips steadily back and forth.

Chloe approached and the girls kissed softly while her hand began exploring the curve of Carrie's back. Her hand drifted down and down and Carrie stopped for a moment, her face taking on a curious little smile, before moving once again.

"You really like it in the butt, huh?" Chloe said.

Carrie smiled at her for a moment but ignored the question, instead leaning down to plant a kiss on John's lips.

"Oh, wait!" Chloe said, suddenly enough that Carrie stopped her gyrations atop John and turned her head before Chloe had even removed her finger from her roommate's ass. Carrie and John both looked at her expectantly. "I have, like, the perfect thing for this."

With that, she practically ran out of the room, reappearing a few moments later, her hands now full. In one hand she held a bottle of lube and in the other a strap-on, her fingers wrapped around the black rubber cock. "My friend Nat sent me this," she said. "She said it was in case things went well with Carrie, and, well, I guess they did, right?"

"Is that a...?" Carrie, clearly amused began.

"It's strap-on," Chloe explained. "It's like, well, like, you see. Here." She awkwardly slid it on. "So now it's like I have a dick or whatever, right?"

"Uh huh," Carrie stifled a laugh.

"So, like, I can do you, too." She paused, then added. "I mean, like, if that's ok. I haven't gotten to try it out much, but like, do you want to try?"

"Uh huh," Carrie answered enthusiastically.

"Oh, cool," Chloe replied, scampering back up onto the bed and taking up a position between John's legs. "So, like, just hold still for a minute, ok? It's kind of like, hard to get in, you know?" She squirted some lubricant into her hand and discarded the bottle. A little shiver from Carrie told John that Chloe had begun applying the lube.

"Ok, so..." Chloe, eyes down, appeared to be struggling with the no doubt slippery rubber device. "Ok, is that like, ok?"

"Uh huh," Carrie replied over her shoulder.

"Ok, I'm going to like, put it in, ok? If it hurts or anything, just say, ok?" Chloe continued to focus on her work. "It's... ok, it's, like going in, does it feel ok? You can tell me if it's too big or whatever."

"Chloe," Carrie smiled.

"Yeah?"

"Just fuck my ass, sweetie." Carrie pushed back and John could feel the rubber cock slide into her ass, causing her to grip him even more tightly with her pussy. "Oh fuck," she grunted.

"Is it...?"

Chloe didn't get to finish the question as Carrie cut her off. "Shut up and fuck my ass, baby." She ground atop John, gyrating hard. "Oh, fuck yes, right there. Fuck that fucking ass. Fill both my fucking holes..."

Chloe bit her lip, focusing on her adorably awkward thrusting as Carrie sped up, gyrating her hips so that John barely had to do anything at all: she was forcing him and Chloe in and out of her holes in rapid succession. Her lips and tongue moved over and over again, her expression growing more strained with each thrust.

"Oh my fucking god, yes," she growled. "Fuck my holes! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!"

John could feel the battle with his cum was all but lost at this point; it was already starting to leak out despite his best efforts. "Oh fuck I'm gonna cum," he strained.

"Do it," Carrie demanded, somehow speeding up even more. "Give me that fucking cum! Fuck me! Fill my cunt! Fuck it, fuck it, fuck it! Aaaaah!"

She screamed as an orgasm tore through her shaking her this way and that and pushing John over the edge. His cum shot out of him and filled her, mixing with her own juices and oozing out of her before he had even finished, wave after hot wave of sticky seed filling her to the brim and then some.

"Oh fuck," Carrie sighed, crawling off John and leaving a sticky trail of cum on his belly in the process. She took another few deep breaths, then repeated, "Fuck."

"So, like, you liked it?" Chloe asked. Something about the fake cock sticking out from her lithe frame made her innocent question even more adorable.

Carrie laughed. "Uh, yeah," she answered, wiping sweat from her forehead. "So, do you want to switch places, maybe?"

"You want to try it?" Chloe asked. "It's like, weirdly kind of fun. I mean, like, it doesn't really make sense, like, you can't really feel anything, but, like, it's fun to kind of, I don't know, turn it around and be the boy or whatever."

Carrie looked from Chloe to John and then back to Chloe. "Yeah, I want to try it," she answered. "But do you mind if I try it on him first?"

Chloe's face broke out into a huge grin. "Oh, yeah, no, totally," she said, already scrambling to get out of the device. "It's like, probably more fun that way. Plus it's not like he's going to ready again for a little, anyway."

"Whoa, whoa," John said, propping himself up on his elbows. "Do I get a say in this?"

"Nope," Carrie said. She snatched the strap-on from her roommate and gave it a once over, then slid it on without difficulty.

Chloe picked the discarded bottle of lube up off the bed. "Assume the position," she teased, shaking the bottle.

Chuckling, John turned over and got on all fours while Chloe squirted lube into her hand, then passed the bottle to Carrie, whom he proceeded to watch spread a generous helping of lube onto her newly-acquired cock with unconcealed glee. A moment later, he felt the familiar, warm, wet sensation of Chloe's tongue on his asshole while Carrie watched, smiling.

"You're so nasty," Carrie shook her head. "I love it."

Chloe giggled and smeared the lube sloppily onto John's asshole, poking a finger inside and sending a jolt of pleasure and pain running up John's spine. "Is it weird?" she asked, evidently of Carrie while she slid her finger in and out of John's hole, loosening it up.

"What?" Carrie responded, "Eating ass, you mean? No. Well, yeah, a little, but not like weird weird. Dudes like it. Most of them won't ask for it or anything, like, too embarrassed about how it makes them seem sort of gay or whatever. But they like it. So it's weird kind of that you do it, but just because most girls don't, I think. Not bad weird or anything. I don't know. They should but they maybe don't."

"Cool, cool," Chloe replied. "Because, like, it's kind of fun, right? Like kind of naughty or whatever but you know."

"Uh-huh," Carrie said, stroking the rubber cock. "Don't worry, you can lick my butthole whenever you want, alright? Promise."

"Aww," Chloe replied. She pulled her finger from John's ass, leaving it feeling lonely, and embraced her roommate, kissing her deeply.

"This is all very sweet," John interjected, "but is somebody going to fuck my ass or did I get lubed up for nothing?"

"Shut up," Carrie broke off the kiss. "You'll get your ass fucked, just relax, you slut." She moved over behind John while Chloe shifted out of the way. "Nice," she commented, placing the rubber cock head against his hole, sending a tingle up his spine. She slid it back and forth over the hole a few times, teasing him. "Alright, bitch, you want this cock?"

"Uh huh," he answered, suppressing a smile.

"Let me hear it," she said, eliciting a giggle from Chloe, who had taken to softly stroking John's back as she watched. "Tell me where you want my big fucking cock, bitch." She punctuated her demand by slapping the cock against his hole repeatedly.

John smiled despite himself. "I want it up my ass," he answered. "Shove your big fucking cock up my asshole, baby."

"There we go," Carrie replied. She smacked his ass loudly once and then pushed the rubber cock inside. The head slipped in all in one sudden go, eliciting an involuntary grunt from John.

The cock started moving inside him, tentatively at first, but perhaps slightly too quickly moving on to deep, hard thrusts. He tried to relax, breathing deep, and letting the pain slowly melt away into a warm pleasure.

"Ooh, look at that," Carrie teased. "You take my cock like a good little slut. You like my cock, baby?"

"Uh huh," John managed to get the words out despite his jaw clenching.

"What's that, bitch?" Carrie asked, slapping his ass for good measure while she continued to fuck him deep.

"I love your fucking cock in my fucking ass!" he almost shouted his answer.

Chloe giggled and Carrie, her hands on his hips as she thrust mercilessly into him, said, "Why don't you give this little slut something to do with his other hole?"

"Yes, ma'am," Chloe replied excitedly. She crawled around in front of him and, wearing a huge grin, took a place in front of him, spreading her legs to offer him her juicy, shaved pussy.

He took to it immediately, moving right to sucking on her perfect little pussy lips and eliciting a surprised coo from her. He dipped his tongue in and out of her as his cock slapped against him with each thrust from Carrie.

"That's it, bitch," Carrie teased, "Eat my girl's cunt, just like that."

"Mmmhmm," he responded with his tongue inside Chloe.

"I said 'eat'," Carrie slapped his ass, "Don't fucking talk, bitch."

"Yeah," Chloe giggled, "eat me." She put one hand to her chest and began twirling her nipple in between her forefinger and thumb while running the fingers of her other hand through his hair.

Her thighs gradually grew closer and closer to his head as her pussy leaked more and more on his tongue; they fell into an easy rhythm, his slowly hardening cock slapping against him with each thrust into his ass, his tongue first matching, then doubling Carrie's pace, honing in on Chloe's hard little clit. Her fingers dug through his hair and her cute smile morphed into a strained look of pleasure. She threw her head back, focused on her own pleasure, pulling repeatedly on her nipple, releasing it, and then pinching it, over and over again.

"Oh... oh..." she moaned after what must have been a few minutes of this. "I'm... oh..." Rather than finish the thought she simply came, squeezing John's head tightly between her hot thighs. Between her writhing with his head locked in her crotch and Carrie relentlessly fucking his ass, adding an occasional slap for good measure, it had turned into something of a beating, albeit one he was more than happy to take, smiling to himself as Chloe jerked this way and that before finally relenting with a satisfied sigh.

She opened her eyes to watch him gently kiss her pussy lips, a combination of fluids coating his face and her crotch making sticky wet sounds each time he moved. Carrie paused, leaving the cock inside him but giving him a slight break nonetheless. He raised his head and wiped some of the juices from his chin with one hand.

The respite was not to last, though, as Chloe, showing a surprising agility, skillfully closed her legs and, inserting them under him, slid down the bed to bring her face level with his. Before he had even realized what she had done, she planted a wet kiss on his lips, her tongue invading his mouth while her hand took a hold of his now almost fully hard cock.

"Ready again?" she asked, beaming.

Before he could answer, Carrie thrust hard into him again, nearly knocking him into Chloe, who took the opportunity to reposition her legs, kicking him a little but managing to position him between her thighs.

"I guess so," he answered, though he needn't have, as Chloe had already begun guiding him to her entrance. Well lubricated and worked up as she was, it was quite easy for her to slip his cock inside herself without him doing anything. Another hard thrust from Carrie, pressing down on him, drove him deep inside Chloe, who reacted with another deep kiss, this time holding it as John and Carrie slowly worked out a pace.

He thrust into Chloe and as he pulled back, Carrie drove the strap-on into his ass, pressing it hard against his prostate and sending pleasure coursing through him. With each successive thrust, the pleasure grew, hitting him from both ends; each thrust came more rapidly than the previous one and soon it was a blur, cocks in holes, tongues in mouths, sweaty bodies moving desperately against one another. He was certain that he would have cum almost immediately had he not so recently emptied his balls. Chloe, for her part, had no such restriction, her next orgasm coming quickly and signaled by a moan directly into his mouth while her fingers dug into his back.

"Oh my god," she whined, only when the orgasm had largely subsided breaking off the kiss. "More," she managed weakly while he kissed her neck, his cock still pumping noisily in and out of her.

"Alright," Carrie said, suddenly pulling the cock from John's ass. "You asked for more." She took a moment to toy with John's asshole, probing it with a finger. "Nice gape, by the way, dude."

John found himself laughing as he rolled onto his back, taking Chloe with him in the process. She planted a kiss on his lips, hungrily licking at them for a moment before pushing herself up, hands on his shoulders, then turning her head to look at Carrie.

"Your turn, I guess?" Carrie teased.

"Please," Chloe asked before once more lowering her torso to John's and kissing him. A few seconds later, he could feel the distinct sensation, one he had only had the pleasure of a few times in his life, but also one he could never forget, of another cock entering his partner while he was still inside her. It forced its way into Chloe's ass but seemed to meet little resistance from the now thoroughly pussy juice-soaked hole.

"Does that feel good, baby?" Carrie asked, her voice surprisingly gentle.

"Uh huh," Chloe strained to answer. She buried her face into John's neck as Carrie began stroking in and out. John could not have stopped his hips from moving if he had tried; his dick, feeling somehow better and better with each stroke would surely not have allowed it, and in no time at all Carrie and John had become a well-oiled fucking machine, pumping in and out of Chloe's tight holes in time.

Her next orgasm came even faster, and the one after that in yet less time; beyond that, John gave up counting, as the lines became blurred, Chloe letting out a continuous stream of incoherent moans and groans, alternating between quaking with pleasure and frantically kissing his neck and face.

He did not know how much time passed this way, only that when she finally whispered "please" into his ear that he would be a little sad to see it end; the word alone, hot and wet in his ear, was enough to push him over the edge and his own orgasm merged with Chloe's, his hot cum filling her and spilling out even before Carrie had relented and Chloe, seemingly completely out of it, rolled off him and flopped more than lay down by his side.

Carrie let out a long sigh and, far more gently than Chloe had, lay down next to her.

They all lay there a while, breathing heavily, Chloe on John's arm, Carrie curled up around her. Carrie's foot moved aimlessly among the tangle of legs for a moment before she sat up and began struggling out of the strap-on. "Well, that was fun," she sighed. "So what do you want to do next?"

"Oh!" Chloe, seemingly springing back to life, answered excitedly. "Do you want to try scissoring?"

Carrie laughed. "I meant more like maybe dinner, you know, chill and watch a movie."

"Oh, yeah, right," Chloe responded. "Sorry, I just, like I just found out what scissoring is so that just kind of popped into my head." She pushed a few strands of hair that had been stuck to her forehead with sweat, back up, although this did little to fix the overall wild mess her hair had become.

Carrie laughed. "No problem." She paused a moment and then added. "But this is, like, we're not just like, fooling around, right? Like, nothing else has to change, yeah?"

"Right," Chloe answered. "Movie nights, takeout, girl talk, all that. Plus like scissoring sometimes maybe. Cool?"

"Better than cool," Carrie answered.

"So is this like a girls only thing for the rest of the night, or am I allowed to stay?" John asked.

Carrie pretended to consider it for a moment. "You can stay," she said finally. "If you don't talk through the movie. And you buy dinner."

He turned his head to Chloe with a questioning look.

"I'm thinking maybe Thai food?" she smiled.

John chuckled and began the search for his pants.