Lora 13 - Dinner and a Movie

L-13

When I woke up in the middle of the night to darkness, it was a toss-up whether I was the luckiest or unluckiest guy in the world.

On either side of me, two luscious, completely naked women were entwined with me, pressing their hot flesh against me. Obviously, that's the lucky side of the coin. The unlucky side was that Tasha, the 28-year-old soon-to-be sister-in-law of my best friend, had her leg bent, resting on my extremely overfull bladder.

Not wanting to wake the women, I was in agony trying to hold it in.

I turned to Lora, my 21-year-old girlfriend of the past several months, and lightly blew into her face, hoping she would wake up. I had to blow on her face four times before her eyelids flickered. I shut my eyes, pretending I was still asleep.

Lora yawned, rolled to the edge of the bed, and got to her feet. She stretched like a cat... a golden-brown-skinned cat with firm 40E breasts the size of cantaloupes, if such a thing existed. Lora padded into the kitchen silently. I heard the clink of glasses, then the kitchen faucet being turned on.

I gently lifted Tasha's leg and lowered it to the bed.

Imitating Lora, I rolled sideways across the bed. Still groggy, I rolled too far off the bed and hit the floor with a dull thud. As if I were in some spy comedy, I slowly raised my head and peeked over the edge of the bed to see if Tasha had woken up. She slept on.

I heard a snort from the kitchen.

I walked out to where Lora stood, naked and magnificent. Her toned 5'11" curvy body was leaning back on the counter. She was drinking water, not at all conscious of her own nakedness. Her legs were parted slightly. Below a small patch of golden brown hair on her mound, two succulent pink pussy lips frosted with brown were visible as they extended past her labia majora.

Seeing her like that, only for a moment, caused my cock to stir.

"What was that?" Lora grinned at me.

"Me trying to be all ninja-like," I grinned back, heading for the bathroom.

Lora's snickering chased me into the bathroom. I relieved myself and washed up, then returned to the kitchen, where Lora still waited.

She put her hands around my neck and kissed me.

"You're a lot of things, Owen, but subtle isn't one of them," she said, smiling. "How long were you planning on blowing on my face before I got up?"

"No more than an hour or two," I laughed. "But it was either that or take a leak on you to get you out of bed."

Lora laughed and snorted loudly.

There was a noise from the bedroom and a moment later, Tasha stood there, completing our naked trio.

"Why is everyone up? What did I miss?" She asked, rubbing her bleary eyes.

"Owen had to pee, and I was thirsty," Lora said.

Tasha took the glass from Lora, sipped for a moment, and handed it back.

"Don't start anything I would want to finish," she said, shivering. "Why is it so cold in here?"

She bolted back into the bedroom. I could hear the rustle of blankets and the muffled creak of the mattress as Tasha rolled around.

"I'm freezing -- get in here!" Tasha ordered.

Lora shrugged, set down her glass, and walked back to the bedroom. Slightly more self-conscious of my semi-erect cock, not to mention also cold, I pulled on shorts and a T-shirt and headed to bed. Lora and Tasha huddled together under the duvet, but they welcomed me with open arms and legs when I slid under with them.

I kissed Lora on the neck as I reached around and softly massaged the outside curve of a breast. I kissed her ear. I was about to whisper "let's fuck" when the sound of soft snoring reached my ears.

I left my face pressed into Lora's neck as I lay there thinking about how much better it is to be lucky than skilled sometimes. That an average guy from Portsmouth, NH, would wind up in the same school as this busty goddess from Lynn, Mass, was luck. That our paths crossed in a university of well over 10,000 was luck. That a girl who could have anyone she wanted even gave me the time of day... luck. Meeting Tasha... more luck. I spent God knows how long rattling off all the things I was lucky to have before sleep eventually found me. I drifted off with visions of cosmic tumblers aligning.

I opened my eyes. The sun leaked through the curtains--no sign of Lora or Tasha.

Laughter drifted in from the bathroom as I heard the shower come on.

I carefully climbed out of bed without a mishap like the night before. Peeking into the bathroom, I saw Lora under the shower, facing away from the flow of water cascading down her dark brown hair. That hair was dirty blonde less than 24 hours earlier, but my girlfriend had become so enamored with the color of Tasha's hair that she wanted something similar. If anything, the dark brown hair suited her better than the dirty blonde. It matched the golden-brown skin tone she inherited from her Turkish mother even better.

Tasha faced Lora, her creamy white hands roaming over my girlfriend's toned stomach and huge tits. She let the nipples slide between her fingers, pinching them and rolling them as she squeezed those beautiful tits.

"Why are you showering," I asked, startling them. "I like you girls dirty."

I tried to slide in behind Tasha, who began stroking my cock, but it was kind of like trying to pack the 12th clown into a Volkswagen. The girls squealed and jumped out of the shower. They toweled off quickly and dashed into the bedroom, leaving me basically with my dick in my hand.

Well, I'm here already; I may as well shower, I thought.

Ten minutes later, I was dried off, had brushed my teeth, and was dressed in a navy golf shirt and tan shorts.

I stepped into the bedroom and stopped dead.

Lora had Tasha's legs spread wide, one draped over her shoulder. She was examining Tasha's pussy and shaking her head. Tasha wore a huge smile.

"You really made a mess of her," Lora admonished me. "Not only is her pussy still stretched open, but she is still leaking a bit of cum and has it all dried up on her leg. And look at where she was sleeping last night."

Sure enough, I could see from the doorway that once I had pulled out of her last night, my cum had leaked out down her right leg and formed a large wet spot on the comforter.

"Uh, the shower is free," I said.

"No, I got this," Lora answered. "I can't do anything about the stretching, but the rest... who knows, maybe my tongue can make her poor pussy feel better."

Lora's tongue darted out and into Tasha's cunt. Her tongue scooped up a viscous mix of my and Tasha's cum from a few hours earlier.

"Nowhere near as good as the fresh stuff, but still yummy," she said, digging her tongue in for another scoop. She swallowed the gooey mess, then traced the outline of Tasha's angry, bright pink pussy with her tongue. She was right, though. Even after several hours, her vagina was still partially open.

Pussy cleaning completed, she bathed Tasha's inner thigh, licking up all of the dried girl and man cum. She wasn't going to touch the seepage into bed, though.

"Why don't you relax? Owen and I will wake you when breakfast is ready," Lora said.

Tasha gratefully agreed and waited patiently, without hesitation, until Lora laid a big, goopy-mouthed kiss on her lips.

My erection and I followed Lora into the kitchen.

Lora threw on a large white T-shirt and panties and began rummaging through the refrigerator and pantry. She came back with an armload of mushrooms, onions, green peppers, and a carton of eggs, scattering them across the countertop around a cutting board.

"Hi baby!" She swooped in with a kiss. "Wanna help? I thought I would start the day building up our energy. Well, especially hers. I know she is going to miss you. Did you see how big her pussy looked? You really wrecked her."

She paused, leaning against the counter and closing her eyes.

"OK, Lora... concentrate," she said to herself. "You really did wreck her. The best part is she loved every minute of it. Fuck, I loved every minute of it. Anyway, I have to stop thinking about this, or we won't have anything to feed our girl."

"I'm all for that," I said, grabbing for a tit. Lora danced away. "How can I help?"

"I need a mixing bowl and a whisk," Lora said. "Now do I add water or milk, as my mom does for an omelet? Oh, and shredded cheese, please."

Surprising myself, I quickly found the bowl and whisk and began cracking eggs. Lora came over, kissed me, and added a mix of milk and water into the bowl. I whipped the eggs into a froth while Lora looked after everything else.

Soon after, Lora began frying the veggies in butter when Tasha staggered into the kitchen.

Yawning, she enveloped Lora first, then me, in a hug.

"What smells so good?" She asked, playing with her hair. Before we could answer, she wandered down the hall towards the bathroom. "I gotta pee."

Lora's phone chimed.

"That's six messages now from Anna," Lora chuckled. "I think it's driving her crazy that we are over here and her sister is getting your cock and she isn't. And thanks to yesterday, now she almost knows what she is missing."

I rolled my eyes. Anna and probably my best friend, Matt, recently announced their engagement. The pair have been inseparable since their first year of high school and attended Northeastern with Lora and me; we all graduated this past Spring. I think Anna was a few months older than Matt, at age 22. She looked a lot like Tasha, only slightly thinner, two inches shorter, with slightly lighter, longer hair than her sister. Quite frankly, Anna had been like a second sister to me until I met Lora.

That all changed when Anna and Matt stumbled upon us right after we had sex (See Lora 4). Lora had told me a little over a week earlier that since that day, Anna had not only been obsessed with my cock and developed a fetish for cum. I found it all baffling and unnerving. I didn't get the fascination with me, especially as she had bragged to Lora about how big Matt was. The fact that I had thought of her as a sister made it all the more uncomfortable.

"It seems a little ironic saying this considering everything, but that whole thing is weird," I said. "Like, she knows nothing is going to happen -- Matt's a good guy."

"I love how naïve you guys can be," Lora said, smiling and kissing me on the cheek as she kept breakfast going.

Tasha reappeared wearing a gray sweatshirt and shorts.

"Are you going for a jog?" Lora laughed.

"No, I'm just cold," she replied. Then, looking at me, she added, "And sore."

"You earned it!" Lora said, shutting off the burner and shifting pans around. "You took that fat thing all the way. I don't envy your next boyfriend. I guess we will just have to make sure we give you a steady supply of someone's cock. And by the way, your pussy looks delicious all stretched out like it is."

"I'm right here, you know," I said, shaking my head. I grabbed some knives and forks and set them on the table as Lora piled three plates next to the huge omelet. "Shit, I forgot toast."

Less than five minutes later, the food -- including hastily prepared toast -- was plated and on the table.

"Owen, can you grab us some juice out of the fridge?" Lora asked sweetly. "Glasses, too."

I got up and headed to the cabinet, returning in a moment with three glasses. I set them on the table and went back for the juice, placing it in the middle of the table. I didn't miss the look that passed between Lora and Tasha.

Lora's hand reached out and stopped me as I passed her chair on my way back to my seat.

"I'm really hungry," she said beseechingly, her eyes meeting mine. She looked so sweet and innocent at that moment, then her mouth twisted into a very un-innocent smile. "You know the last cum I had was hours old. I really want something fresh."

I looked over at Tasha. She was playing with her food, pretending not to have heard the exchange. She was grinning.

Lora didn't let go of my hand but turned in her seat to face me. Her other hand went to my shorts, pulling them down swiftly, exposing my semi-hard cock. I certainly was not going to resist or protest. Partially erect, I was probably about five inches long, so her long-fingered hand fairly easily reached around my shaft. She began slowly pumping my cock, her tongue running over and around the sensitive head.

"Fuck... that feels really good," I muttered as my cock lengthened and thickened in her mouth and hands.

"Mmm... I love this thing, baby," Lora purred over my cock. "So nice and thick. Thick as my wrist, wouldn't you say, Tash?"

Tasha no longer pretended not to notice. She was leaning forward in her chair. She nodded in response to Lora's question.

"So what did you want to do today?" Lora asked, lifting her mouth off my cock while still stroking my now nearly fully erect cock.

"Well, I need to get ready for tomorrow when we reopen and work on scheduling, but I suppose I can do that later or maybe even tomorrow morning," Tasha said, her eyes glued to Lora's hand sliding along my shaft. There was still enough give left in my cock that her hands were able to force the skin of my shaft to slide up and partially over the head of my cock.

"... feels good... mouth...," I mumbled, my breath becoming ragged.

"You don't need to go shopping again for anything, do you?" Lora asked nonchalantly as she jerked me off in front of Tasha.

She took several inches of my cock into her mouth, jamming the shaft in and out until I felt it hit the entrance to her throat.

"No, I think I got everything I needed... uh... shoes anyway when we went yesterday," Tasha said, her hand now under her sweatshirt playing with her breasts.

Lora bobbed her head rapidly, taking all but maybe the thickest last two inches as my cock entered her throat. Her hand remained curled around the root. Even with her large hands (for a girl), she could no longer reach all the way around.

She pulled her mouth off my cock and looked across the table, drool dripping out of her mouth and a long thick string of saliva hanging between my cock and her lips.

"I suppose... if we have nothing we have to do...," Lora said, the mouth-to-cock string of spit stretching and shaking as she spoke.

"... we can stay here...," wrapping both hands around my cock, squeezing hard.

"... and maybe play...," pumping her hands slowly down my cock in her vice-like grip.

"... with this big...," jerking her hands now rapidly up and down. Tasha stared, mouth gaping.

"... fat, fucking...," stroking even harder, her tongue sliding over the head of my cock.

"... cock...," going even faster, now biting the dark purple glans.

"... all day," hands flying up and down my cock, smacking into her mouth as she clamped down on the angry, flared head.

"Shit... I'm going to cum," I grunted, my hand pushing the back of her head to try and push my cock into her throat.

Lora had other ideas. She pulled her mouth off my cock, wrapping both hands together in the middle of my shaft. I immediately began thrusting through her hands.

"That's it, baby," she urged, her eyes blazing and focused on the end of my cock. "Fuck my hands."

Through the pre-cumming brain fog I realized that my cock was pointed at Lora's plate. That acted as a catalyst, triggering some weird erotic fetish in my mind. I didn't slow down and continued to pump into her clenched hands as I came.

My eyes barely opened; I groaned. Tasha watched wide-eyed as a large, milky white blob of cum shot about a foot out of my cock, splashing down on the edge of Lora's toast and over the side of her plate.

Both the second and third volleys were stronger, but not as thick as the first. Long white ribbons of sperm shot over Lora's plate, landing on the table and splashing against the edge of Tasha's plate. The tail end of each failed to clear Lora's plate, leaving two creamy streaks over her omelet.

"Oh my God," Tasha said.

Lora redirected my cock, sending the next glob into the middle of her plate. It struck her toast hard enough that the slice slid across the plate and might have gone over the side if not for the first part of my load, which provided a gooey anchor at the edge. The cum also splattered against one side of the omelet, providing it with a creamy white coating.

A few much smaller, less forceful spurts followed. Most of the cum from these either wound up coating Lora's hands or spraying over and around her plate.

I stopped thrusting. Lora's hands took over, enthusiastically pumping and shaking my cock. Her hands milked the last bits of cum out of me, oozing out the end and dripping down in long, white strings of sperm that swung around wildly to the rhythm of her stroking hands.

These last strings of cum wrapped themselves around my cock and Lora's fists or attached themselves to her plate.

Squeezing as hard as she could while holding my dick pointing straight up, she was able to milk out a final but by no means small drop of cum that sat covering most of the end of my cockhead.

Lora used one sperm-slick hand to pour herself a glass of orange juice.

She lifted the glass so that it was under my cock.

She bent my cock down, allowing the cum accumulated on the end to drip down and splash into the glass of juice slowly. The white fluid, contrasting with the bright orange juice, looked almost like a lava lamp as small strings of cum slowly trickled down, adding to the Rorschach-like design. Lora shook my cock, spraying the final small droplets all over the place -- some landing on the table, others on her shirt.

"Fuck, baby," she said, awed. "That was a big, juicy load. You almost hit Tash."

She was exaggerating, of course. While I had pumped sperm across the table, the closest it got was where two large spurts had splattered next to her plate and now dripped from the edge onto the table. The table gleamed with two shiny lines of my sperm, leading to Tasha's plate.

Lora's plate was a different story. Most of one side of the omelet was coated and sitting in a pool of cum. The top of the omelet looked more and more like it was covered in a glaze like a donut as the cum ran down and dripped onto the plate. Her toast was a complete mess. One corner was nearly white, having received most of the first blast of cum, while the crust of another side was entirely bathed in sticky semen. Cum dripped off the toast and over the edge of the plate, slowly pooling on the table.

"Oh, my God. I mean... wow," Tasha said. Her hands were busy in her shorts. She laughed nervously. "He really messed up your breakfast."

Lora pretended to be confused for a second, then responded, "Oh, you think I'm not going to eat this?"

Lora picked up her fork and cut off a small chunk of the omelet. I pulled my shorts back up and sat down, starting to eat while watching both girls.

Lora made a face.

"I figured it would be pretty gross," Tasha said, continuing to massage her pussy.

"Not gross, but bland. I don't think any of Owen's yummy sperm was on that piece," Lora complained. The next forkful made no mistake. As she brought the next piece to her mouth, a large string of cum hung from her fork. She pushed the fork into her mouth. The dangling cum clung to her lip and hung down to her chin. She closed her eyes as she chewed.

"Much, much better," she said.

Her fork went in for another piece, cutting into the omelet. She dipped it in the pool of cum in the middle of the plate, and it disappeared into her mouth. She made no move to clean the string of cum, now dangling in a milky, white hoop from her chin.

I gave up eating and joined Tasha in enjoying the show, my cock no longer shrinking.

About 2/3 of the omelet remained on her plate. She stabbed it with her fork and lifted it onto the slice of toast. She folded the bread over burrito-style. Cum oozed out of the end, dripping onto the plate. Lora held the sandwich up to her mouth and took a bite. Cum squeezed out when her teeth made contact, dripping down the sides of the sandwich and her chin.

"Oh, God. That is so nasty," Tasha said, fidgeting badly in her seat. "Do you mind if I...?"

Lora shook her head, strings of cum dripping from her mouth and swinging off her chin. Rather than have them drip onto the floor, she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, then licked it clean of cum.

Tasha's shorts hit the floor. Panty-less, she swung her legs up on the table on either side of her plate and resumed stroking her clit.

Lora laughed.

"Look at your little pussy... it's like a cave now," she chuckled, taking another large bite of the egg-and-cum burrito. Sure enough, Tasha's lips were spread apart, revealing a vagina that still yawned open.

Lora offered Tasha the final bite. She seemed intrigued, but declined.

"I prefer it only right from the source," she joked.

I will probably never understand how they both acted so nonchalantly about everything going on. I had just blasted a large load of cum, but watching them was making my dick twitch.

Lora dabbed the last piece into the cum on her plate, then popped it into her mouth.

Tasha was breathing heavily now and only shook her head "no" when Lora asked her if she was going to eat her toast.

Lora swirled the bread around her plate, sopping up the last of the cum, then ate it. Small droplets of cum clung to her lips.

"With your legs spread like that in front of your plate... are you offering to have me eat the omelet out of your cunt?" Lora licked her fingers and asked her.

"You're... warped...," Tasha smiled weakly, sliding a hand down between her pussy lips.

"What are you talking about?" Lora asked innocently as she reached for her juice glass. The cum was visible as a small pool in the center of the glass, but as she held the glass up, you could see that some of the cum had sunk and extended towards the bottom.

Tasha inserted one finger into her pussy, then two and finally three.

"Oh God... I couldn't even feel one and two just barely," she gasped. "Can you please drink that? I am close... I'll cum if I see you drink it."

Lora smiled, licking off the sperm clinging to the outside of the glass. She tilted her head back and took a long drink. All that remained in the glass was juice. She opened her mouth wide, sticking out her tongue and showing off the pearly white clump pooling there.

That set Tasha off. Her head tilted back, and she wailed, her legs pushing out and moving the table towards Lora as they clenched around her hand.

Lora and I watched her orgasm in silence.

A minute later, Tasha opened her eyes, one at a time, peering first at Lora, then at me.

"What?" She asked bashfully.

"I think we were both thinking how beautiful you are when you cum," I said, smiling.

"Actually, I was wishing you had let me eat the omelet out of your pussy," Lora said with a straight face, then burst out laughing.

"That was completely wild," Tasha said. "In a way, it was being at the Gardens for figure skating. I love watching, but would be scared to try. That's not the first time you did that -- was it?"

Lora just smiled, her eyes glinting.

"So -- who is making lunch?" I joked.

Lora rolled her eyes, but laughed.

"Breakfast was delicious," Tasha said, and Lora snickered. "You're the only one who ate everything, though. Let me clean up."

She made no move to remove her legs from the table. Her pussy gaped, juices shiny on the chair below her ass.

I slid off my seat, ducking under a leg, and ran my tongue over her slit.

"Oh. That feels really nice," she moaned. "Really nice."

My tongue traced her inner and outer lips, softly lapping at the opening to her vagina and down to her ass.

"Mmmm," she moaned again. "So nice."

I heard Lora getting to her feet behind me.

"Well, I guess I'm stuck cleaning up," she complained.

Tasha reluctantly pushed my head away and lowered her legs to the floor.

"No, no -- you cooked and even gave a hell of a floorshow -- I'll clean up," she said, standing and pulling up her shorts. "Thank you. I've never seen that before. Another thing I've never even thought of. It was hot -- incredibly erotic."

"I'm pretty sure I enjoyed it every bit as much as you did -- maybe more," Lora replied, throwing herself down on the couch. "My brain feels like I had an orgasm just from the thrill of doing it. I could finger myself just watching the expression on your faces."

"Now that's something I wouldn't mind watching," Tasha said, smiling.

I helped Tasha clear the table, piling everything up next to the sink for later. Tasha wet a dishcloth and started to wipe the table, but she thought better of it, giggled, and grabbed some paper towels instead.

As she finished, her phone buzzed on the coffee table. She picked it up and answered.

"It's Anna," she mouthed, then spoke into the phone. "Hiya. Yeah, we just finished breakfast. No, we have been up for... uh, probably an hour or two. Just a sec."

Tasha's face was impassive as she asked, "Anna wants to know if we have any plans for the afternoon."

I shrugged; Lora smiled.

Tasha grinned, walking over to me and rubbing my cock through my shorts.

"No, I guess we don't have any real plans. Oh? What's playing?" She asked her sister over the phone. "That sounds really good... yes, I really like him, too. You're funny.

"Wanna go see a movie - Step Up?" she asked, putting her phone aside.

I stayed quiet, waiting to see Lora's reaction.

"That sounds like a lot of fun -- sure!" Lora replied much more enthusiastically than I expected.

I lay down carefully on top of Lora, resting my head on her breasts. I took a deep breath, inhaling her scent: peaches with a faint hint of sweat and cum from breakfast that had snuck onto her shirt.

"Not looking forward to going back to work," I admitted, burying my face in her cleavage.

Tasha hung up the phone and nudged my leg.

"Need to get ready, kids - we have to meet them in a couple of hours, and it's a half-hour taxi ride," she said.

"I'm pretty much good to go," I said.

"Me too," Lora laughed.

"You have cum on your shirt," I chuckled, leaning in for a sniff. "And you have sperm breath."

Tasha and Lora both laughed.

"Is that even a thing?" Tasha asked. She walked toward the bedroom, sniffing. Her nose crinkled.

"Does it stink in here or am I losing it?" She asked.

I really couldn't smell anything, so I just shrugged.

"It smells like sex... amazing," Lora said, stifling a yawn.

"Oh geeze, the duvet smells," Tasha called out from the bedroom. "I'm not sure if I should toss it out or frame it."

Lora's breathing had gotten softer and regular. I looked down. Sure enough, she was asleep.

I shushed Tasha when she came out of the bedroom.

"So cute," she whispered, then looked at me. "We should have sex while I have you to myself."

"I'm dozing, not dead," Lora giggled, gently pushing me off her. "I have to shower. My hair must be scary."

She stretched as only she could. Her back arched, pushing her immense breasts forward, the muscles in her lithe arms and legs standing out. She noticed us staring.

"What?" She asked sweetly.

"Wow, that was a nice stretch," Tasha said, smiling. "You look... uh, yummy."

Lora grinned, staring back at me expectantly.

"I know you're going to say something smart."

"I think I want to be reincarnated as one of your bras," I said seriously.

Both girls laughed. Lora shouted out dibs on the shower and dashed in.

Tasha tossed the bedding into a pile in the hallway, pulling out clean stuff from a hall closet.

She happily accepted my offer to help make the bed. When it was done, she yelped in surprise, then giggled as I flipped her onto the bed and lay down next to her.

"Get off my boyfriend," Lora yelled above the sound of the shower.

"I call dibs on the fuck toy," I shouted back.

Laughter drifted out of the bathroom.

I lifted Tasha's shirt and kissed her stomach. She squirmed, suppressing laughter.

"Tickles," she apologized, stroking my hair. As my mouth reached her down-covered pubic mound, she pulled my head back. "I need to shower. I'm not clean down there after last night. I should have stopped you before."

After months with Lora, I no longer considered myself squeamish. I didn't press the issue, though, as I wanted Tasha to enjoy things rather than feel self-conscious.

So instead, I pulled her shirt completely off, and my mouth went north to her breasts.

"So pretty and sexy," I murmured, squeezing her tit, pointing the small, hard pink nipple at my mouth.

She sighed, running her hands through my hair as my tongue found her nipple.

We stayed like that for several minutes; me sucking on one breast and playing with the other.

The shower turned off. A minute later, Lora stood in the doorway naked, toweling her hair, water still beading on her body.

"It's kind of cruel to get her all worked up before we leave - I love it," Lora grinned. "Her pussy will be wet all through the movie."

Tasha stuck her tongue out at Lora, got off the bed, and went into the bathroom, shutting the door.

I stayed on the bed, lying on my side with my head propped up by one arm. I watched Lora's tall, golden-brown body glistening, the motion of her drying her hair slowly making her huge breasts sway gently. Sunlight from the window made the water droplets in her small patch of pubic hair shine.

She stared back at me from the shadows around her darker eyes. That same darkening effect was mirrored between her legs. I could see where her delicious cunt lips and the hood around her clitoris extended tantalizingly below her pussy. This part of her gorgeous pussy was a dark brown that I knew from memory faded to pink the closer it got to the opening to her vagina.

"I love the way you look at me," she said, beaming. "It's the same look as the first time you saw me. It makes me feel all tingly and goose-bumpy. "

I sat up, facing her and kissed her stomach. Although soft, I could feel the toned flesh beneath her tanned skin. She smelled amazing.

"I absolutely love every single bit of you and every cell in your body, Lora. You're amazing in every way. It helps that you're fucking gorgeous."

"Do you love my ears?" She asked playfully.

"So pretty they beg to be nibbled."

"Do you love my hair?"

"It's like a halo."

"Do you love my eyes?"

"It's like the sun one minute and the moon the next. They can make me almost scared or make me want you more than I've ever wanted anything before."

"Oh," she said softly. "Do you love my breasts?"

I looked up at the cantaloupes hanging above my head.

"Fucking spectacular... the breasts of a goddess."

"Do you love my bum... my stomach?"

"Beautiful... amazing... I wish I could eat all my meals off them."

"Do you love my arms and legs?"

"Incredible... soft... strong."

"Do you love my pussy?"

"It's fucking incredible. I can't even dream of a more gorgeous pussy. It's like heaven. Just thinking about it makes me ache and my mouth water. "

"Oh... do you love my pancreas?"

"Magnificent," I said without missing a beat.

"My medulla oblongata?"

"Mesmerizing."

"Spleen?" She said, no longer able to keep a straight face.

"I wish you had two."

We burst out laughing. I pointed out that she never asked me about her mouth, so she did.

"Let me show you," I said, then gave her a deep kiss.

"I was kind of hoping you'd stick something else in my mouth, but your tongue is nice," she said.

Lora must have heard a noise as she partially turned toward the bathroom.

"Tash...?"

"Yes," came the response after a few seconds.

"Are you masturbating?" Lora asked

"Um... a bit... yeah," came the reply.

"Good girl," Lora praised her. "Do you need any help?"

"... uh, no... I God... I got it," Tasha answered.

I grinned, then laughed as Lora said, "They grow up so fast."

No longer worrying about driving or the time, I went into the kitchen and poured myself a drink. Lora was dressing and declined to join me. Tasha never responded... other things on her mind.

Sitting at the sperm-free table, I sipped my drink while I waited.

Lora came out of the bedroom wearing an emerald green tennis shirt and brilliant white bikini panties.

"Holy fuck... wow," was all I could say. Unlike most of her tops, which downplayed the size of her breasts, this shirt showed off and accentuated her tits and curvy athletic body. She must have been wearing a new bra I hadn't seen before. I couldn't even tell she was wearing one. The sleeveless shirt was cut low in the front, exposing her bulging 40E cleavage, and in the back left her shoulders and most of her upper back bare.

"You like?" Lora said, spinning and modeling her outfit. Her hair was still damp, making it a bit wavier than usual. It really was like a halo as it swung around.

"You make Serena Williams look like a little boy," I said, staring. "You look fucking fantastic... is that all new?"

Lora was smiling ear to ear.

"Yes! From yesterday. I finally found a strapless bra that fit and was comfortable," she replied, then looked down at her chest.

"Oops, my nipples are hard," she giggled, pinching them, and spun back into the bedroom.

She left me drooling and shaking my head.

A few seconds later, a partially dressed Tasha scooted from the bathroom across the hall to the bedroom.

"Wow. That color is perfect on you," I heard Tasha say, then yelled out to me: "Your girlfriend looks super hot and yummy."

I heard drawers opening and closing, then some giggling. Lora muttered something about not getting used to her hair being brown. Most of their conversation was too soft to make out, but I did hear Lora say something about Tasha's ass looking sexy and that she insisted Tasha wear a skirt.

I heard a hair dryer whine as it started up, and Lora came into the living room.

She now wore a matching emerald skirt that highlighted her long, muscular legs spectacularly.

Oblivious of her own beauty and the effect it was having on me, she slid into the chair next to me and took a sip of my drink.

For the next 20 minutes, we talked about the movie we were about to see (which I knew next to nothing about save that it sounded like a chick flick) and moving into the apartment tomorrow.

Tasha came out of the bedroom amid catcalls and whistles from Lora and me.

Lora's hair fell loose around her naked shoulders, while Tasha's brown hair was pulled back into a ponytail that hung midway down her back. She wore a sexily tight navy tank top, a white skirt, and sandals. She was extremely pretty.

She looked bright and perky; Lora's appearance seethed and smoldered.

She wore a big smile, blushing when Lora asked how her shower was.

"Are you sure my bum looks OK?" She asked, turning and sticking it out at us provocatively.

Lora walked up to her and grabbed both cheeks.

"This isn't a bum, little girl," she hissed, squeezing her butt. "This is a grown woman's sexy ass."

"You look fucking amazing," I added.

Tasha's smile widened. She went back into the bedroom to call a cab, then rang Anna to let her know we were about to head out.

Lora slid on a pair of white tennis shoes, then turned to whisper to me.

"Don't think I haven't noticed you say something nice about her whenever you compliment me."

"What - I'm telling the truth. I think she is great," I said.

"I know, and so does she. That's why she is so happy," she said. "Just don't fall in love with her."

"Haha... I think she is still happy from the 10 orgasms you gave her Sunday morning," I said, only half joking.

Tasha came out and kissed me, then Lora and I opened the door. The girls threw me a bone on the walk down to wait for the cab by telling me I looked great, too.

I laughed and thanked them. Well, at least I was clean, I thought. My body was, anyway. Watching their legs swing and asses sway going down the stairs, there was nothing clean about my thoughts.

We didn't have to wait long for the taxi. The girls piled into the back while I climbed in next to the driver. The driver was super friendly (having two gorgeous girls as passengers didn't hurt) and chatted with Tasha about what it was like to live in Jamaican Plain. I noticed an accent when he spoke and asked, somewhat apologetically, where he was from. It's not a question I would normally ask, but his accent was similar to Lora's mother's, so I wondered whether he might be Turkish.

He said he was from Armenia. Hearing that, Lora immediately said something quickly which I understood none of, but clearly the cabbie did, as he smiled and launched into a stream of similar-sounding dialogue.

"Sorry, that's all I've got," Lora responded in English, laughing.

The driver also laughed, then began cursing the suddenly dense traffic. We left reasonably early, so I at least wasn't concerned.

We got to the theater a few minutes before Anna and Matt. I got in line for tickets while the girls went to the washroom.

Anna and Matt arrived before the girls came out. I waved to them. As they approached, I noticed Matt's cousin, Dave, in tow. Dave was a nice guy whom Matt and Anna had tried to set Tasha up with to help her get over her recent breakup with a two-timing scumbag she had been engaged to.

"Look who we found... well, Anna insisted we invite?" Matt said, greeting me.

I nodded to Dave, smiled politely, and shook his hand. Anna and I hugged. While Matt was oblivious to the fact that Lora and I had been fucking his future sister-in-law for the past three days, Anna was well aware and less than pleased. She looked almost smug, reveling in cock-blocking us by bringing Dave. I felt almost as bad for Dave as I was annoyed. The guy didn't deserve to be used like this, especially as he seemed genuinely interested in Tasha. Then again, who wouldn't be?

They stood with me in line for tickets and concessions, talking about how thrilled Tasha would be to see Dave.

Oh, the irony.

We neared the counter after waiting about 10 minutes when Matt noticed that Will Ferrell's new movie, Talladega Nights, was playing. He mentioned that he had heard it was hilarious and got halfway through suggesting maybe Dave, he, and I go to that movie when Anna cut him off with a stare.

Anna was definitely not the Anna of old. She had been a pretty docile, easy-going girl for as long as I had known her, but of late she had begun to develop teeth. She was still extremely sweet, but now she seemed like someone who wouldn't tolerate people walking all over her.

None of the others had noticed that Tasha and Lora were about 20 feet behind us, also in line. Their heads were together, conspiratorially, when Lora's eyes met mine. Acting as if they'd just come back from the washroom, the girls walked towards us and joined us in line.

Holy fuck, they looked good. No... they looked amazing. Every step Lora took sent a ripple through her chest, made all the more obvious by her low-cut tennis shirt, which exposed the inner swell of each tit. Tasha's ass looked no less spectacular, hugged by her skirt. Lora was making me drool with hunger. Her clothes were athletic and not at all slutty despite how it made me feel to watch her. She was oozing sex appeal, but subtly -- if that's even possible.

Anna, Matt, and Dave turned when they saw me gawking. Although Tasha's ass looked great, the trio's eyes were drawn to Lora's chest. No doubt, none of them (myself included) had ever seen her wear anything that made them look this big.

Hugs were exchanged all around as all three continued to steal glances at my girlfriend's tits. Anna made a point of complimenting the girls on how great Lora and Tasha looked -- a sentiment echoed cautiously by Dave and Matt.

Tasha was almost sickly sweet with Dave to the point where Anna rolled her eyes and turned her back on the pair. Dave, however, seemed thrilled as they talked about meeting up for coffee or maybe lunch this week.

"Why wait -- why not tonight?" Anna asked, spinning around to face them. "We could chaperone, and all go grab something to eat after the movie."

She was smiling and so pleased with her suggestion that I would have been a complete dick if I didn't agree. How could I justify even the slightest protest? I didn't think that if I said, "Sorry, we would really like to fuck your sister all night," that it would go over very well.

Lora might have thought it was funny, but no one else would have appreciated the humor.

We finally got our tickets and snacks. Popcorn and drinks all around except for Lora, who opted for red Twizzlers.

As we walked towards our theater, I bent my head to Lora's ear.

"How can you look even more gorgeous than when we left Tasha's?" I whispered.

"The bra got uncomfortable, so I took it off," she said, looking at her purse. "And yes, I know you're talking mostly about my boobs. That's OK -- I like that you like. And I know they look big. Without the bra, though, my nipples are rubbing against the material. I can't control it. And it's starting to make me wet."

"Uh...," I replied suavely, staring at her chest. Her nipples were standing out prominently. Thankfully, she was not wearing white.

"... and dinner will be fun -- don't worry," she said, trying to console me.

We filed in, choosing spots as central as we could get, enough for six of us. In an order I didn't choose, we took our seats. Tasha went in first, followed by Lora, Anna, Matt, Dave, and me at the end. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't tempted to sneak into the other theater.

Sullen, I picked disinterestedly at my popcorn as Dave and Matt tried to engage me in conversation before the movie started. I could hear the girls talking animatedly about something, but there was too much background noise to make out most of it clearly.

The movie started, doing little to dissuade me from further sulking. It was a romance that tried to disguise itself with predictable drama. Even though I like Channing Tatum, I found it hard to enjoy the movie, stuck sitting next to Dave instead of Lora. Yeah... I was one whiny bitch. Probably the first movie I ever went to that I didn't finish the popcorn.

The movie was OK, I guess (for the record, I can't for the life of me remember it now), but the highlights for me were Anna choking and sputtering a couple of times, and the girls getting grief from a guy sitting in front of them. Neither of which were ringing endorsements.

Dave and Matt felt similarly about the movie. The girls, however, seemed to have really enjoyed the movie. They seemed to be almost giddy.

"We decided on Chinese," Anna told us with a huge smile as we gathered in the lobby. "I hope that is OK with you boys."

I shrugged indifferently. My mood was dark throughout the movie, but seeing Lora again buoyed me more than I thought possible. Fuck, she looked amazing.

Matt made a couple of calls and was about to settle on a place when Lora and Anna both insisted it be a nice sit-down place, not a takeout place trying to be a restaurant. That narrowed the search down considerably -- well, down to zero, actually, since Matt came up empty. Enter Tasha. As a restaurant manager, Tasha made one call to get the name of a place and another to get the seats they'd promised.

"Very impressive," Matt said, truthfully impressed.

"That's my girl," I said, smiling, then almost choking as I realized what I had said.

Lora had to turn away to keep everyone from seeing her laugh. Anna and Matt frowned, one annoyed and the other perplexed. Tasha smiled bigger than ever.

"If you're trying to make someone jealous, I don't think it's going to work, Owen," Dave said, hilariously misconstruing what I said. "You're the one who should be jealous -- so way out of your league."

I'm sure he thought he was being funny and chummy, but it was also a little annoying -- and yeah, he was also probably right.

"He's not out of his league," Lora said, turning around. "You should see his penis - it's huge. I thought I'd been ripped open the first time we fucked. He's a keeper."

Lora laughed.

Dave and Matt joined in somewhat nervously. Anna grinned. Tasha snickered.

We left the theater. Matt and Anna headed to their car; Dave and Anna declined the offer to go with them, choosing to cab it with us. Luckily, we didn't have to wait for a cab and piled into one waiting just outside the theater.

I think luck was on my side as Dave got into the front seat next to the driver (maybe he thought he was being chivalrous), with me between Tasha and Lora. The girls would not stop talking about how much fun they had at the movie. I grunted that it was OK.

Dave tried, with some success, to engage Tasha in a conversation about the movie while the middle-aged cab driver kept stealing glances at the girls in the mirror. I really couldn't blame him.

Dave steered the conversation inanely toward Chinese food just as I felt Lora's hand creep into my lap. I looked over at her, more than a little concerned, as my cock immediately started to swell. She undid the top button, sliding her hand into my underwear, pulling out my throbbing erection.

"... been thinking about nothing but this for the past two hours -- I want your cock," she breathed into my ear.

I tried to adjust my position so that we were as obstructed from view as possible from the front seats. It was a feeble attempt, I knew, so I just hoped neither Dave nor the driver would turn around.

It turned out that Dave did us a bit of a favor, as the driver had a lot to say about Chinese food and the conversation became quite animated.

Lora threw all caution to the wind, lowering her mouth, holding onto the base and burying half of my cock in her mouth. I think part of her wanted to show Dave that she was dead serious about what he thought she was kidding about.

None of that was on my mind right now. I sat back and enjoyed the exquisite feeling as she bobbed her head and tongued the end of my cock. Two things worked against our favor: time and Lora's patience.

Lora had been throating my cock for more than five minutes, and no one seemed to have noticed. Lora seemed intent on trying to take my whole dick in her mouth, but couldn't get at all of it because my shorts and underwear were getting in the way. She was getting frustrated.

We were about two blocks away from the restaurant when the driver pulled over and told us to get out.

So much for subtly.

He lectured Tasha, Lora, and me that we should be ashamed of ourselves, then launched into a tirade about the country going to hell.

Dave was bewildered, to say the least. Clearly, he had no idea Lora was giving me a great blow job and that the girl he wanted to go out with had been pushing Lora's mouth down hard on my cock for the last couple of minutes before we were tossed out of the cab.

Tasha and Lora got out, giving me just enough time to button my shorts. Tasha seemed amused by the whole thing, but Lora was annoyed, scowling at the driver as she jiggled out of the cab.

When we were all on the sidewalk, Anna and Matt passed by us.

"What was that all about?" Dave asked. "I thought he was OK- batshit crazy, I guess!"

"Tasha says this restaurant is really nice and really clean," Lora said cryptically.

"Thank God -- I'm in the mood for a good feed of Chinese," Dave said enthusiastically. Tasha agreed, which apparently signaled to him that he could link his arm through hers as they walked ahead of us.

"Her ass really does look great," Lora said, motioning ahead.

I smiled and just said, "Thank you."

"For the taxi?" She asked quizzically, then smiled. "Don't thank me yet."

"No -- just for everything," I said. "You're kind of pretty, so..."

"Kind of?" She asked, elbowing me in the stomach.

We walked into the restaurant and met Anna and Matt waiting just inside the entrance. They asked why we got dropped off two blocks away. With Dave's help, we convinced them the driver was clearly a bit "off" and must have been confused.

The maître d', a short Asian girl in a business suit, led us to a table up against a wall. The couples sat across from each other with Matt on one side of me and Dave on the other.

A waiter came over almost immediately and took our drink orders. Dave and Matt began a lively discussion about a family scandal where his uncle (Matt's father's other brother) got caught cheating with a male co-worker.

Dave made it clear that he found the whole thing disgusting, while Matt and Anna took a more diplomatic approach.

"They're adults -- just sad that one of them was married," Matt said.

Anna agreed, but took it a step further: "I actually think two guys together could be kind of well... you know..."

"Do you mean hot?" Tasha asked, surprised as our drinks arrived.

"Well, yeah, maybe... not like two fat, hairy bikers with no teeth..." Anna laughed. No fat, hairy bikers within earshot; everyone laughed.

Lora fished her phone out of her purse, looked at it long enough for everyone to notice, and then back at me.

"Excuse us for a moment," she said apologetically, looking serious as she got up. "I have to talk to Owen for a minute."

"What's up?" I asked, worried. As we stepped away from the table, I heard Tasha say she hoped everything was OK.

"I'm going to go into the bathroom and wait for you," she said, smiling wickedly. "You're going to make whatever excuse you can and then come in and fuck me. Does that sound OK?"

My turn to smile.

Lora made her way past several tables, including a large table of eight couples, towards the bathrooms at the back of the restaurant. Along the way, her toned body and massive tits drew more than their share of appreciative glances -- mine included.

I quickly explained that there may be an issue with the apartment and that Lora was fairly upset. I lied that she and I had to make a few calls, as we might have to delay moving in together. I almost lost it when I looked over, and Tasha smiled upon hearing that.

I motioned to Tasha to come over for a moment so that I could talk to her privately.

"I'm going to fuck Lora right now," I said nonchalantly. Tasha's eyes went wide. "I'm going to fill her with so much cum that she is going to need your help to clean up. If you can go to her when I get back to the table, that would be great."

Tasha nodded and walked back to the table.

I made my way to the back of the restaurant, prepared with an excuse for stepping into the women's washroom if confronted. Luck was still with me. I heard someone humming Linkin Park's Numb coming from the end stall. As I walked down, I couldn't help but notice how women's washrooms really did seem nicer than men's. Oh well.

I tapped lightly on the door, which swung open at my touch. I had to admit that I now understood the preference for a good restaurant -- the bathroom was pristine. Well, except for having Lora in it.

Lora sat on the closed toilet, naked from the waist down, her hand sliding along her wet slit.

I entered the stall, latched the door, and dropped to my knees. At first, Lora rested her legs on my shoulders as I bent to suck on her brown and pink pussy lips.

"Fuck... yeah... lick my cunt," she said, encouraging me as she rubbed my hair.

After several minutes of teasing her labia, I began licking the entrance to her pussy while moving my nose back and forth across her clit.

"Mmmm... that's it, baby -- you know what I like," she gasped.

I pushed my tongue into her cunt, but not as deep as Lora wanted it, as she pulled her legs off my shoulders, pulling them back by the calves so they were up around her ears.

"Fuck yes -- that's so good," she moaned when my tongue thrust deeper.

I continued my assault on her pussy for several minutes, making sure that on each plunge inside her with my tongue, my nose rubbed against her clitoris. Her soft moaning filled the washroom.

The washroom door opened, and at least two women came in, chatting as they entered. I heard a stall door open, then close, followed immediately by the sound of someone urinating. Lora suppressed a laugh. I stopped mid-thrust, moving my mouth up and sucking in Lora's clit instead. She did an Oscar-worthy job of staying quiet, but two things happened at once to ruin it.

The stall door rattled as someone tried to get in, startling both Lora and me. The woman muttered an apology and entered the stall next to us. Lora took it in stride, but I showed my surprise by biting down on the engorged clit in my mouth. Lora shrieked, then moaned. Loudly.

I heard at least one stall door open, followed by colorful cursing about our lack of respect for others. The door opened, and the people left.

Lora giggled, pulled me to my feet, and undid my shorts. My cock sprang out, straight into her waiting hand.

"Oh fuck...," she muttered, wrapping her hand around me and pumping me quickly. She moved her hand to the base of my cock, using the other one to stroke my shaft as she licked the head.

My cock swelled rapidly, twisting very slightly to the left as it maxed out. Lora was gobbling up precum as soon as it appeared, but never once let up her rapid jerking.

I put my hand behind Lora's head, pulled it forward until my cock slid into her mouth. I thrust my hips into her mouth about a dozen times, fucking her face, and basking in the feeling of my cock bumping against the entrance to her throat.

I didn't push any further. I removed my hand from her head, and she pulled her mouth off me, gasping, a long cable of spit linking her lips to my cock like an umbilical. She rapidly stroked my shaft, alternating and twisting her hands as they moved up my shaft.

"Oh fuck... I love this thing... your cock tastes amazing, baby," she said, letting saliva drip out of her yawning mouth onto the head of my cock, sucking the whole mess into her mouth then letting it drip back down. She admired her handiwork, still jerking me off as the spit ran down the shaft, adding to the lubrication for her stroking hands.

Suddenly, the door behind me opened. I didn't move. Lora did. She smiled and coiled her tongue around the head of my cock, then beat it against her lips, smearing precum and saliva all over her mouth.

"Oh God, sorry... uh, but someone complained," a female voice advised us. "Just be quick and try to be... uh... quiet. Have fun."

I listened to the footsteps receding toward the door. I never knew staff could open these doors from the outside. Good to know.

"Oh my God," the girl muttered as she opened the door, then was gone.

Time was clearly going to be my enemy here. I grabbed Lora's head in both hands and pushed my cock into her mouth to the edge of her throat, then fucked her mouth to that depth for the next couple of minutes.

I was getting close, so on my final thrust I let my cock sit at the entrance of her throat, letting Lora decide the next move.

She pushed down, choking as one of the two final inches slid into her throat.

"Holy fuck...," she gasped, pulling her mouth off me. She spat on my cock, then furiously pumped up and down my shaft, beating herself in the face with it as she stroked.

"Oh fuck... I want this... I want your cum," she gasped.

"That sounds like the best idea I've ever heard," I said.

I held my cock against her pussy, sliding the head up and down Lora's slit before sliding it inside her. There was resistance, but I didn't think there was time for adjusting to the size of my cock, so I kept sliding in until five of my seven inches was inside her. She began to rock against me as I pushed in and out of her in short, fast strokes.

"Oh fuck... that feels amazing... God, this hurts... but feels so fucking good," she groaned. "Fuck me, baby. Spray my insides."

We were both slick with sweat and panting. She was bucking her pussy into me while I pushed and ground myself into her until I was buried and bumping her pubic bone.

"Oh fuck. Oh my God... that's it... you're there... you're going to make me cum, baby... please don't make me cum alone... please cum with me, baby," she whimpered, head back and staring at the ceiling through heavily-lidded eyes.

I kept myself buried in there. She was using her cunt muscles to squeeze my cock, and it sent me over the edge. I felt my cum rocket up my shaft and into Lora's pussy, bathing her insides. That, in turn, pushed her past the brink. She gripped my arms tightly, digging her fingers into me as she pushed as hard as she could against my cock. Her pussy seized my cock, locking me in place.

We stayed like that for several minutes. I loved the feeling of her heart beating through her pussy and onto my cock. People may have come into the washroom during those last 10 minutes, but we were completely oblivious.

I pulled out, leaned forward, and kissed Lora.

"Jesus... you feel so amazing," I said, regaining my composure. "I almost lost it in your mouth."

Lora smiled and started to get up, reaching to clean my cock.

I told her to stay put and not to worry about cleaning up because I had recruited someone to help with that.

"Oh, really? So you're not doing the honors?" She said, smiling, holding her cum-soaked pussy open. A lot of white was showing. "Just as well, I need a few minutes. Ha-ha."

"Don't move - help is on the way," I laughed, cleaned myself off with the paper in the stall, and left.

I had almost reached the exit when I heard another stall opening. I was curious, but more than curious, I was not worried, as I was unsure what idle banter was appropriate after fucking someone in an adjacent stall.

Damn, but she moved quickly. She was almost right behind me as I left the washroom. I had a choice. I could hold the door open for her and deal with whatever fallout came, or I could hold the door shut and lock her in the washroom while I tried to make a getaway.

I chose the chivalrous route and held the door open. She was a very well-dressed, compact, long-haired blonde about the same height as Tasha (5'6"). I guessed she was around 30. Definitely not unattractive.

She smiled up at me as she passed.

My joy at avoiding awkward conversation was short-lived as she spun around and grabbed my arm.

"I'm Tessa. I just wanted to thank you for making my night," she said, smiling. "That was wild. Your wife is really hot."

"Uh, we're not married," I corrected needlessly. Tessa smiled. "But yeah... she is. Thank you. It was really nice to meet you... uh... I guess."

Talk about an awkward conversation.

She smiled again, asked me to thank Lora, and took a few steps towards a table halfway between ours and the washrooms. I could see Dave and Anna at our table, watching our exchange.

Tessa changed her mind about going back to her table and turned to me again.

"I don't normally spy on people in the bathroom, but you guys sounded like you were having an amazing time," she explained. "And like I said... so hot."

Ignoring my cautionary inner voice, I told her if she wanted to see something really hot, she should go back into the bathroom in a couple of minutes.

Now she looked very curious. She leaned up and kissed me on the cheek, thanking me again, breathing into my ear. She smelled like cinnamon and oranges. I noticed her eyes were hazel. She licked my ear and walked over to her table. Prettier and prettier.

She was with the party at the large table with four couples. As I passed the table, I heard her getting questioned: " Who is that guy? Why were you gone so long? Why do you have that weird look?" Then I was out of earshot, nearing our table.

I sat down without meeting Tasha's gaze. She got up and headed towards the restrooms. Anna started to ask if everything was OK, but must have decided she would find out firsthand, so she got up too. Despite my protests that Lora was fine, she quickly caught up to Tasha, and they disappeared around the corner towards the washrooms.

"Who was that lady?" Dave asked.

"I'm not really sure," I said honestly as I watched Tessa get up from her table and disappear towards the washrooms.

The waiter came by to take our food orders, but when he saw that half our party was missing, he said he would come back in a few minutes.

Matt and Dave both asked if everything was OK. I honestly told them I was sure Lora would feel better now that Tasha and Anna were there with her. I developed an erection imagining what was going on in the washroom as I disinterestedly looked through the menu.

We chatted for about 10 minutes, then the girls returned.

Lora looked... satisfied... and very happy.

Tasha also looked happy, but also a bit bewildered by whatever happened in there. She looked at me and mouthed "Oh, my God."

Anna wore an unreadable expression. As she walked around the table, she kissed Matt before sitting down.

"What was that for -- not that I'm complaining," Matt said, smiling.

Anna just smiled at him without answering.

Before anyone could start peppering Lora with questions, she thanked everybody for their concern.

"Things are good," Lora said, smiling. "I really appreciate all the concern. I was stressed, but you helped a lot with that. Things are good now... actually great."

"Well, that's good," Matt said. "You looked pretty upset."

Lora smiled back at him and picked up the menu. Not knowing what had happened was killing me, but I'm sure someone would fill me in later.

Dinner turned out to be fabulous. The food was great, and after moping through the movie, it turned into an incredibly fun evening for all of us. I thought Dave was laying it on a little thick whenever he talked to Tasha. I expect that was the result of coaching from the dynamic duo of Matt and Anna as they tried to put Tasha on the road to recovery after her engagement fell through. The only real "excitement" of the evening came when Tessa's group got up to leave.

Tessa smiled down at me as they passed. Lora got up, following behind them, and called out to Tessa. The woman and several members of her group turned around. She smiled at Lora, who swooped in for a hug.

"It was so good to see you tonight -- I hope you had fun," I heard Lora say. I couldn't hear the woman's response, but I saw Lora lean in as if to kiss her on the cheek. Lora's hand went up to Tessa's chin, turning her face towards her, and she kissed her full on the mouth. Tessa was clearly as surprised as the others but made no move to break contact. It was a quick kiss, but sexy as hell.

Lora broke the kiss, hugged her again briefly, and waved as they left. I'm sure Tessa would be answering a lot of questions on the way home.

"OK, who was that?" Dave asked, having watched the entire exchange. He looked bemused.

"Just a friend," Lora responded, sitting back down.

The rest of the evening at the restaurant was quite tame. We left after a couple of hours and stood out front, trying to decide what to do next. It was still pretty early (around 8); no one wanted the evening to end just yet.

Matt volunteered to host the post-dinner get-together. I would have preferred to head to Tasha's, but it would have meant either Matt or Anna couldn't have had a drink since they'd have to drive home. We tried to arrange cabs, but Dave wasn't keen after being tossed out of the last one (and likely not trusting Lora and me).

"Clown car," Matt yelled. The girls just stared at him, but I knew exactly what he meant. A few years back, we would cram as many people as could fit into his car to get to the field for road games. That usually meant at least two guys in the back seat were sitting on their teammates' laps.

I laughed, actually looking forward to having any of the girls sitting on my lap.

"OK, but why don't I ride in the back since I'm the smallest?" Anna volunteered. Bloody logic. "Owen, you should ride up front with Matt."

More bloody logic.

That settled, we walked to Matt's car and piled in. Anna wound up sprawled across the entire back seat, so everyone got a piece of her.

Thankfully, the drive to their apartment was short. Once inside, we settled in the living room: Matt, Lora, and me on the larger couch; Dave and Tasha on what I guess was a loveseat; and Anna in a large, high-backed chair that had been her favorite at her parents' house.

Matt played bartender and got everyone sorted out, then joined us on the couch.

"Are you nervous at all about getting hitched?" Dave asked Matt.

"About the ceremony - yeah," Mark admitted. "Not about life or wife, ha-ha."

"That's a really good answer," Anna said, smiling. "I like the rhyme, too."

"You'll be pregnant this time next year," Tasha teased.

"Next year?" Anna replied, feigning shock. "I want to be pregnant by New Year."

Everyone laughed, but she was probably serious given that they'd already been to a fertility clinic and gotten the "thumbs up."

"I think Matt is looking forward to my boobs getting bigger," Anna laughed. "Seriously though, I love kids and can't wait. Two or three would be perfect. I was super lucky to have a sister like Tasha, and I want the same for my kids. Two girls and a boy. Yup."

"Aww," Tasha said, getting up and hugging her sister. She pretended to grab Anna's boobs. "Oh yeah... I get why you said that about Matt. I'd breastfeed if I were you."

We all chuckled while Anna faked a laugh and rolled her eyes.

"You're soooo funny," she said. "Maybe being an only child would have been OK."

"What about you two?" Matt asked us.

"Oh, I don't know," I said. "I'm in no hurry, but Lora is probably nervous I'll get away, so she probably is in a hurry."

Matt and Dave snickered.

"He's right, you know," Lora said. "He's got qualities that are really hard to find... hmmm... or is it hard qualities that are easy to find? I always get that confused."

Now it was Anna's and Tasha's turn to snicker. The guys just groaned.

"Seriously though, what do you think about kids?" Lora asked me.

I paused; I hadn't really thought about it. Before I could answer, Matt answered for me.

"He's probably scared," he said, compassionately. "Who wouldn't be?"

"Right, " Anna agreed, smiling. "If I were Owen, I would be scared too... that my kids would explode and not survive breastfeeding."

Dave and I choked on our drinks, spitting beer and bourbon across the room. Tasha and Matt were laughing so hard they couldn't sit up straight.

When the laughter had died down, Lora cupped her breasts, looking down at them sadly.

"I think Anna's making fun of you both," she said sympathetically.

"No," Anna said immediately. "Just completely jealous. Your breasts are out of this world."

Lora grinned. Tasha nodded slightly. The guys kept quiet. I answered by burying my face in them, which made everyone laugh.

"When Anna is pregnant, Matt, you'll drink her breast milk, right?" Lora asked, dead serious.

Matt stared slack-jawed while Dave's face was unreadable, but he was trying his damnedest not to look anywhere near Lora. Tasha, Anna, and I waited for a response.

"Uh, I don't know... I never thought about it, I guess," he answered hesitantly, then looked to Anna. "Would you want me to?"

A great time for a refill, I thought, and took drink orders, dragging... no, rescuing Matt by bringing him with me. He seemed grateful for the lifeline.

When we returned, the breast milk debate was in full swing. Dave looked appalled to be in the middle of it. Tasha and Lora tried to get Anna to admit she would want Matt to do it.

"Help us with this, Owen," Tasha pleaded.

Lora arched an eyebrow at me but stayed silent.

I sat down and thought carefully. Only 20 minutes ago, I thought about having kids for the first time, and now we were talking about me drinking breast milk.

"Well, I hadn't thought about it before...," I said with a long dramatic pause, "but I don't think there would be too many things hotter than sharing a drink with Lora."

"Oh, baby," Lora said, smiling lasciviously as she leaned into me and pushed her tongue into my mouth. "You just made me wet."

I'm not sure she meant to say that softly, but it was obvious everyone had heard.

Matt and Dave looked very uncomfortable. As usual, the girls reacted differently. Anna looked lost in thought, tugging at the corner of her mouth. Tasha grinned. It looked like she was rubbing her breast against the arm of the loveseat.

I felt a little bad for Dave. She would eat him alive - possibly literally -- if he lasted that long.

I became acutely aware of the heat radiating from Lora's tits as they pressed against my chest. Even through two layers of clothing, I could feel her swollen nipples against me.

"I'm serious... I am so fucking wet right now," Lora said, pulled her tongue out of my mouth, and breathed into my ear.

'Anna, could I bother you, for a blanket?" she said, suddenly sweet. She turned to me. "Oh, my God. You feel so fucking hard and thick. Oh. Did I just say that out loud?"

"Are you cold? We can turn up the heat?" Anna asked, taking Lora's comment in stride. She turned to Dave apologetically. "You'll have to excuse some of our guests as they say things just to get a rise out of people."

"Some people get a bigger rise than others, though, right, baby?" Lora said, licking my cheek, and turned to Anna. "No, I'm not cold, but don't want to freak people out."

"Uh, maybe we should leave and let these guys enjoy the rest of their evening... and we can enjoy the rest of ours," I said, sensing growing unease from Matt and Dave.

"It's OK, just try and show a little control," Anna said, staring directly at Lora as she brought over a blanket.

Lora spread the blanket out, covering each of us from the neck down to just below our knees.

"So, are you both off tomorrow or are you moving in after work?" Matt asked, trying to make conversation that didn't involve exchanging body fluids.

"I took another vacation day. I don't think Lora even starts up until Thursday," I answered. Lora's hands were busy under the blanket. They moved everywhere, but really did nothing. I was about to ask her what the hell she was up to when she moaned and leaned her head onto my chest.

"Yes, baby... that's it -- keep doing that," she urged quietly, but easily audible to those around us. I was doing nothing, but from the looks on the others' faces, they thought a lot was going on.

"Fuck... not so hard... that's better," I said in the same voice, getting into the charade.

Conversation sputtered over the next couple of minutes while Lora and I moaned and groaned.

Finally, Anna couldn't take any more of it and leaped to her feet. She walked over to us. We pretended not to notice and, if anything, moaned louder and kissed.

"Will... you... two... please... stop... acting... like a couple of animals and control yourselves," Anna ordered, tearing the blanket off of us.

We sat innocently, fully clothed, hands resting in our laps.

Anna's face fell. The shock wore off quickly, though. Comprehension dawned on her, and she began laughing so hard she snorted. Tasha and the others joined in.

"Ok... that was good," she said, gasping for breath between laughs. "You had me. I bet you had all of us though."

"Nicely done," I said to Lora. I meant it. Getting Anna to laugh like this triggered something of a release for the soon-to-be-bride. The police woman veneer she had been wearing around us was gone, and in its place was the Anna of old: sunny and funny.

"I have to ask, though," Tasha began. "If you thought they were doing the nasty, why did you pull the blanket off?"

We all looked at Anna. She was squirming.

"I... I... thought that if I scared them... oh, shut up!" She explained. We all laughed; Anna the most.

Lora nudged me lightly.

"So, Anna... You, Matt, and some cocoa powder... what do you think: protein shakes?" she asked, grinning.

Tasha and I spat up our drinks. I was never going to finish a glass, it seemed.

"You are some kind of messed-up lady," Anna laughed. Matt looked appalled, but only too happy to laugh off this discussion.

Even Dave seemed at ease, sanity secure now that he'd done the mental shift and stopped taking anything Lora said seriously.

"I'm not even kidding, though," Lora whispered into my ear, almost purring. "I think they'd be delicious."

"Great time, but I think we should grab a cab and head out -- it's getting late, and you kids need to get some shut-eye," I said, getting up and trying to hide my erection.

Tasha also begged off, saying she was getting sleepy, but they booed her. She looked at us imploringly for help, but Anna and Matt had none of it. Dave was only too happy to have more time with her. He certainly seemed smitten with our little fuck toy. Matt slid a refreshed glass of wine into Tasha's hand and she sat back down. Lora was on her phone and ordered a cab.

We exchanged hugs and said goodbye to the quartet, with Tasha promising she would be home as soon as she could. Ten minutes later, we were gone but looking forward to the rest of the evening ahead.