Sneaky Link

Author's Note:

Hello Everyone!

This is the first story I've submitted and I welcome all critique. I wrote and edited it myself, so my apologies for all errors/bad writing!

My style of writing includes some build-up and backstory, so if you're just looking for action, this might not be for you.

This is a fictional story and all characters are over 18.

Thank you for reading!

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I cursed mentally, knowing that I'd be teased over being late. After doing a little more than the speed limit to get here, I turned into the parking lot of a semi-popular speakeasy. This meant there was a select crowd but it wasn't ever packed, even today on a Friday evening, which suited me just fine. As I swung around the back to park in my usual spot, my phone began ringing. The caller ID showed "Donna" but I didn't bother answering it, and continued with my reverse parking manoeuvre.

Two minutes later I handed my coat to the familiar, warmly smiling Lily at the front, and strolled up to my four friends who were sitting at our favourite booth, acknowledging some of the regulars as I passed them. Dave was behind the bar and raised his eyebrows at me, silently asking if I wanted the usual, to which I nodded.

Tariq was the first to spot me and announced "Ah ladies, unfashionably late again, but there he is!" tipping his glass in my direction. He was my best friend since childhood, standing a couple inches taller than me at six feet even, with mocha skin and low-cut hair. He worked as an investment banker at one of the most trusted and reputable firms left in the city. His parents had immigrated to the UK from a small island in the southern Caribbean before either of us were born, and had moved into the apartment across the hall from my parents. We'd grown up together, went to all the same schools, and had stayed as strong as ever into working life, even though we had ventured into different professions.

"What's up guys? Sorry I'm late," I greeted them and apologised as I sat down next to him. "That arsehole Smith held me back to do a last-minute appraisal that he "forgot" to mention before."

Donna sniffed and turned her face away from me, ignoring my apology. "Didn't your mother ever teach you it was impolite to let calls go unanswered?" she asked. I'd known her way too long to believe she was actually offended, so I put on my most sincere face and promised to never let it happen again, using the famed three-finger salute. She countered, "You've never been a Boy Scout!" but her facade cracked and she smiled knowingly at the double meaning of her comment.

In Secondary school, Tariq and I had become acquainted with Donna. A month after starting Form One, she had abruptly stopped us in the hall one day, said she found us interesting, and wanted to be friends. As one of the really intelligent kids in our year, she hadn't fit in with any of the cliques, but strangely enough the three of us became fast friends, despite us not being as clever as she was. I used to think that was why she had liked us; she could just be a normal kid in our group, and not be looked at only for her mind.

At that point in her life her body had been holding out, but in Form Four it had surprised everyone with a massive growth spurt; she had gotten big boobs, an arse that could be easily found, and the beginnings of a gorgeous face. She began turning heads left and right, and though she'd dated, our bonds never weakened. The three of us had been inseparable since that fateful day in Form One. Now she kept her dirty blonde hair medium length and pin straight, never letting it get long enough to touch her shoulders. She too was very successful, and worked at a large property management firm.

She was right though; I had never been a boy scout in either sense of the term. Despite my 'innocent' look, I'd always been less than a model student. I would make average grades ay best, go to class late or not at all, and push the limits of teachers' patience and tolerance. Also, in the same year of her glow up, I'd simultaneously dated three girls for a couple of months before they had found out about each other. That had spread around the entire school and no girl would talk to me after that, only giving me bad looks as when they saw me, but I had become a hero to many of the guys.

Despite my luck for that short period, I hadn't lost my virginity until the second year of university, with a random girl while both of us were in a drunken state after a party following finals. After running wild for a few months and adding a number of names to my list, I had successfully duplicated my earlier luck and dated two girls at the same time for most of the third year, before things ended without them learning about each other. In my last year I'd finally gotten serious about getting my GPA up for graduation, buckled down and worked my arse off, which led to me ending up at the Wealth Management firm where I was now a Junior Manager.

One of the waitresses who knew us all quite well, Priya, interrupted our repartee as she brought my drink over. "Hey Ollie, long time no see. Here's your Gold Rush," she smiled brightly at me.

"Thanks, Priya. Yeah, work's been crazy the last few weeks, but hopefully it'll settle down soon. Everything good with you?" I asked, returning her smile.

"Could be a little better, but you know..." she trailed off, cocking her head a little with a shrug and holding my gaze for a couple of seconds, before turning and heading back to the bar to handle another order.

"So, it's 'Ollie' now huh?" Francine piped up across from me, staring with a devilish twinkle in her ice-grey eyes. I glared at her, as Tariq grinned while Donna and Vanessa raised their eyebrows in unison.

"Whaaaaattt?" I asked, trying to act dumb and play off the obvious bit of flirting that just transpired.

"You know what!" Vanessa chimed in, smirking and sweeping her jet black, wavy hair from over one shoulder to the other with a flourish.

She and Francine worked with Donna, and the three had become thick as thieves at the office. Eventually Donna brought them along to meet us guys, and they'd rounded out the group perfectly. Francine had North European heritage and was the most reserved of the three women, normally agreeing with the opinions or going along with the decisions of the other two. Vanessa was of Italian heritage, and brought the fiery passion that came with it into everything she did. She was also a lesbian, and had become my partner in all topics sexually rude in nature, while the other two women found me "Ew, disgusting".

"We all saw that little exchange Oliver," Donna persisted, never being one to let something slide easily. "It's quite clear there's chemistry there."

Before I could answer, Francine stoked the fire some more saying, "Yeeaahh, I think you should ask Priya out."

I shot her another look and glanced at Tariq, silently pleading for a little brotherly assistance, but he simply leaned back and looked at me over the top of his glass while sipping his whiskey, weakly attempting to hide his obvious enjoyment at my discomfort.

"Ok, so aside from the fact that I have no time for dating right now, just the same as the rest of you I might add, I'm also almost a decade older than Priya, so that's kind of weird," I threw my hands up and defended myself.

It was met with another round from Donna and Vanessa about that being the trend; older men with younger women.

"Plus, she's a gorgeous and exotic girl, who is clearly interested in the older, distinguished gentleman type," Francine spoke up again. I ignored the comment while she mischievously twirled the loose strands of long brown hair that framed her face.

"At least someone's interested in Oliver. What can you say about the rest of us perpetually single people?" Tariq finally decided to jump in. He had clearly chosen violence, then went back to sipping his drink with a smirk, as the ladies bristled and redirected their attention to him.

That was usually how things went with us. Lots of ribbing and borderline villainous put-downs, but in the end, we had the strongest of friendships. We were all nearly thirty, too busy with our careers for romantic relationships, and none of us a were interested in the trending hook up or situationship culture. This mindset helped a lot, allowing us to be ourselves without the worry of things becoming more than platonic and negatively affecting the group dynamic. In the five years since Vanessa and Francine had joined our group, we'd shared regular fortnightly meetups for drinks, birthday celebrations, took turns hosting the others at least once a month and went on several vacations.

With the topic of me and Priya finally broken, we slipped into our typical conversational style; jumping randomly from relating our work frustrations or excitement, the political climate, planning the next vacation, and developments or lack thereof in our personal lives. When I was five drinks in, I excused myself to go to the washroom, stopping to chat with Dave for a minute as I walked to the back. He and his brother Mickey owned the establishment, and the five of us had developed a good rapport with them both since we came in so regularly. After catching up with him about some DIY projects he had going on at home, I finally made it to the Men's to take a much-needed piss.

During the time it took to empty the tank, my tipsy brain conjured up thoughts of Priya, wondering if there really was more to it than just harmless flirting for her. It didn't even make sense! Why would a beautiful, dark haired, brown skinned, twenty-year-old beauty like her, who could have anyone she wanted, ever find me attractive, a twenty-nine-year-old, moderately built ginger with greys already infiltrating his hair? What would we even have in common, being so far apart in age and culture? I discounted any possibilities and shook my head to chase them away, flushed and went out to wash my hands.

The washroom door creaked a bit just as I was drying my hands, causing me to turn reflexively. A head poked in and my eyes widened in surprise. Seeing that I was alone, she boldly entered. "What are you doing?! You can't be in here!" I hissed at her to leave. Her petite frame kept advancing, carrying a wicked smile, until she placed one hand on my chest and the other around the back of my neck. "Wait! We can't do thi-," I was cut off as she tiptoed and kissed me deeply. My mind surrendered all protest, and I melted into her slightly smaller frame when her tongue snaked into my mouth and found mine to play.

As we kissed passionately, she slid her hand down my chest, took hold of my left wrist, and guided it under her mid-thigh length black skirt to place it on her sex. Her panties were damp, and I instinctively worked my fingers under the fabric and curled them up into her heated flesh, flexing them and slowly sliding them in and out. She moaned deeply into my mouth before breaking the kiss to stare at me with lust filled eyes.

"I've been thinking of doing this all day, and desperately hoped I'd see you tonight," she confessed in a low, husky voice. In response, I dragged my fingers from her, eliciting a moan, and sucked the frothy wetness off while holding her gaze intently.

That set her off, as wordlessly she pulled me from the counter and into the nearest booth, which was fully enclosed from floor to ceiling to match the upscale design of the speakeasy, and locked the solid door behind us. She pushed me down to sit on the closed toilet while hiking up her skirt enough to for a hint of damp red to show before straddling me, pressing her hot center against the bulge that was being restrained by my trousers. I was concerned she was leaving a wet spot on my pants, with her panties being too soaked to absorb her juices, but sensing how worked up she was, I let her take charge to get what she needed from me.

Holding my face, she attached her lips to mine and quickly sought my tongue again, while grinding her hips down on me hard. Muffled moans escaped from her mouth as she used my trapped erection to pleasure herself. I ran my hands down her sides and worked the tight skirt up over her round arse, exposing bare cheeks with a thong pulled tightly between them. Grasping the firm globes, I kneaded and spread them apart, a trick I'd learned from one of the university girlfriends, which pulled her pussy lips open beneath the thin strip of fabric and allowed my shaft to nestle deeper into her crevice.

It once again worked like a charm, causing her to moan gutturally into my mouth. She broke the kiss and looked hazily at me again, before sliding backward on my thighs to make space between us and expertly work my trousers open. I took the opportunity to unbutton her white shirt, exposing her flat stomach and bra-encased 36Cs. She sexily drooled some warm saliva into the palm of one hand and smeared it on my shaft. Then in one deft move while still stroking me, she lifted herself up, pulled her thong to the side with the other hand, and impaled herself fully on me with a loud gasp.

I threw my head back and groaned deeply when I felt the tip of my seven inches kiss the stiffness of her cervix, filling her needy fanny completely. She buried her face in my neck and remained still, simmering in the feeling of her pussy walls stretched around my girth. I pulled her shirt out from where it was tucked into the waist of her skirt and slipped my hands in to caress her bare sides lightly, as she hugged my neck and mewled under my touch. Slowly Her hips began rising then pressing down on my cock, lifting higher and quicker each time until she found her rhythm, keeping only the head of my cock inside her on each upstroke. Her gasps and my grunts of pleasure echoed in the tiny room as she used me to satisfy her deep desires.

She raised her head to look at me with cloudy eyes. "I've... been... craving... this..." she got out in between heavy breathing and the smacking sounds of our wet flesh smashing together. I instinctively throbbed inside her at those words, releasing a blob of precum, and moved my hands back to her cheeks to spread them and push her further on each downstroke.

"Fuuuckk baby, your pussy is so wet and perfect!" I grunted as the pleasure on my bare cock increased with the added depth. Her lips found my neck again, fingers tracing from my forehead to chin. Lost in the moment, the sounds of our desperate fucking bounced around us as our quickie neared completion.

I released one cheek and slipped two fingers down between them to stroke and press against her lips that bulged around my thickness, before dragging my now slippery fingers up to her tight arsehole and swirling them over the puckered skin. She threw her head back, slammed down on me hard one final time. "Oooohhhhhh... I'mmmm cummmiiiinngggggg!" she gasped out, arching her back as an orgasm ripped through her.

I wrapped my arms around her lower back and lifted her higher up my body, so I could slouch and scoot forward on the seat to thrust up into her slick pussy and prolong her pleasure, savouring the spasmodic clenching of her walls on my cock. She pounded my shoulder when her pussy got more sensitive and my continued pumping was too much. I slowed, using shallower strokes while letting her slide down onto my lap until she was draped limply, her head resting on my shoulder and tucked into the crook of my neck.

While she was overcome by euphoria, I explored her body with my hands. Fingertips traced up and down her spine and caressed her sides, before I moved my right hand to knead her breast through her white, lacy bra. Using the other, I ran my fingers up the back of her neck and into her hair to gently grab a fistful and pull her head back, stretching her neck to lick and kiss the taut skin. She whimpered and slowly came out of her dream-like state. I released her hair when she began lowering her chin to meet my tender gaze with her half-open, glassy eyes. I kissed her pouty lips softly and put my hands on her hips, gently rocking them back and forth on my lap.

Knowing time was short, she pulled herself back and took over again, skilfully riding me at an increasing rate, allowing me to close my eyes and relish the changes in pressure on my cock from her warm and now extra creamy pussy.

I knew my friends would be wondering what was taking me so long to return. "Fuck me harder... make me cum!" I breathed heavily, opening my eyes to look into hers, before trailing them down her succulent, bouncing chest to focus on the point of our joining. Her pussy lips were spreading sexily around my shaft, fighting to suck my cock deeply into her with each stroke.

"Cum inside me Ollie!" she begged. "Fill me up so your spunk is dripping out of me and down my legs as I walk back."

With that image in mind, it was all over for me and my cock swelled to fire the first powerful shot into her slippery pussy. I pulled her to me, found the sweet spot most women have in the crook of their necks and sucked it lightly, driving her quickly back to the edge as well. "I'm cumming," I groaned, flexing my hips with each shot and emptying my balls into her. She wrapped her arms around my neck, slammed down one final time, and cried out as a second climax erupted unexpectedly.

We remained in that tight embrace, my softening cock still throbbing inside her pussy, as our breathing slowed and the last of bit of cum weakly spurted out. After our breathing slowed, still holding onto my neck still she leaned back and smirked, ice-grey eyes twinkling mischievously. "So, do you think your wannabe girlfriend Priya could fuck you better than I do?" she asked. This was her real personality which she'd let out upon entering the Men's washroom.

"Fuck you, Frankie!" the hint of a smile on my own lips, for what I knew was a slight jealousy that began brewing when Priya approached me earlier. It was the only reason for the massive risk she took.

"Uhh... I believe you just did Ollie, and that's why I'm the winner," Francine teased triumphantly. Still smiling happily, she extricated herself slowly from our illicit union, ensuring she fixed the gusset of her lacy panties properly, so none of the cum actually dripped out and made a mess. She bent at the waist, giving me an eyeful of her ample cleavage and creamy cheeks parted by a contrasting cherry red strip, and sucked my balls and slightly twitching cock into her warm mouth to clean off our frothy mixture of cream and cum.

"Mmmm... we always taste so good," she commented, licking her lips seductively. Then she straightened up, pulled her skirt down and fixed her shirt. "OK we should really get back before anyone gets suspicious."

I grinned at her, fully aware that she was the one who had delayed my return to the table in the first place by coming into the washroom, and put us in danger of being found out by another customer or tragically our friends.

Despite the code of the group, Francine and I had found ourselves being drawn to each other since the last group vacation, six months earlier. It had been a completely organic development, when we'd stayed up late talking after the other three had called it a night. A wistful feeling had come over us and childhood stories, embarrassing moments, regrets and dreams came out in a way like never before, which deepened our connection. Initially we'd been able to stick to the code and kept it platonic for a while, denying the growing feelings to ourselves.

However, the stolen glances and the quick smiles between us, the excitement to chat each day and the longing to see each other at the fortnightly group meets all led to the inevitable six weeks after returning from said vacation. Her SUV had gone in for service, and since she lived in my direction, roughly fifteen minutes away, Donna had volunteered me to provide a ride home after the meet. One thing led to another, and I found myself leaving her house the next morning. Since then, we'd been sneaking around behind the backs of our three closest friends, hooking up whenever we could, at least twice a week.

"Yes ma'am," I stood up and quickly fixed my clothes, then opened the door and listened for any sounds to indicate we had company. All was quiet, so I exited the Men's to ensure nobody was coming into the washroom, and motioned it was safe with a thumbs up.

She left quickly and went across the hall to the Ladies' washroom to fix her hair and smudged makeup, while I went back in to wash the scents of our copulation off my hands, face and trousers as best as I could, then returned to the group, acting as though nothing had happened.

"Been gone a long time for a piss," Tariq prompted with one eyebrow raised.

"Was I? I didn't realise you were timing me," I teased, unable to hide a slight smile. "I got a call that I couldn't reject."

Tariq shrugged his shoulders but Donna eyed me and a broadly smiling Priya with suspicion, who had coincidentally just appeared next to me with a fresh Gold Rush, and was looking very sweetly at me only.

A few minutes later Frankie re-joined us, shooting me a quick glance and fleeting smile as she sat down and resumed her quiet, submissive persona, as though she hadn't just boldly walked into the Men's, used my body to satisfy her urges, and was now sitting with a pussy full of my cum amongst her friends.

~END~