Two Together

Tara and I were besties. Are besties? I don't know anymore. Fuck! Where do I even begin?

We went on holiday and it was great. We ate some great food, partied, and saw some amazing sights. Switched off from the troubles back at home. We really connected as friends again, but you guys don't care about that. Do you?

You want to know why we aren't besties anymore.

I'm literally sat in a coffee shop and I can't believe I'm about to type out why Tara and I cannot be, and should not be, friends anymore.

I miss her...

It all started on the Thursday. We were due to fly back to the UK on the Friday afternoon. So us being, well... us; we decided that we should go out for a few drinks on the marina and just see where the night took us.

Dinner was great, I mean, who doesn't love fresh seafood and litres of wine? We had been drinking for a while when we had stopped at our last watering hole. A pirate bar. Yes, shaped like a ship and all the cocktails were pirate-themed.

"One more?" I slurred.

"Fuck yes!" Tara squealed.

I walked to the bar and waited for my turn. However I could feel eyes burning holes into my sides. Two men either side of me, waiting for me to address them. I kept my eyes firmly on the bartender making my pirate-themed martini. I was not going to give in.

"Excuse me, can I just say you're beautiful?" A thick Spanish accent flooded my right ear.

I turned to face a stunning green-eyed tanned God. Large curls framed his beautifully carved face. His straight, large nose being the stand-out feature. Yum.

"Hi! And thank you!" I smiled coyly back.

"This is my friend Carlo." He gestured his arm to my left.

"Hola," he said with a smirk.

Fuck. He was hot too. I've never thought about a threesome, but fucking hell was I very close to wanting one. An antithesis to Alexander the Great. Carlo was a skinhead, tattooed with black eyes and a dark beard. Both were the same height. Bonus.

"Hi Carlo! My name is Yaz!" I said cheerily.

"Yaz?" he quirked his eyebrows.

"Oh yes, short for Yazmina," I corrected.

The men shared a glance with each other. I turned to the other one. "Yours?"

"Mateo."

The bartender interrupted, "2 Partini's."

"Thank you! Uhm, card?" I got my phone ready to pay.

"This will be on us, if you don't mind that we join you?" Mateo said, pushing my hand away.

"Oh, err, I'm with a friend." I paused, then thought fuck it.

"Sure!" I put on the brightest smile I could muster.

Tara looked at me, confused, when I walked over to her with my two bodyguards. I shrugged my shoulders and introduced her to them.

"They've kindly bought us these," I said, eyeing her.

"Very kind. I'm Tara," her husky voice dropped another octave.

"Beautiful." Carlo took her hand in his and kissed it.

So you can see how the night turned out? Fit men, more drinks, lots of flirting. It wasn't unusual; in fact I knew we wanted to go home with them. Carlo for Tara. Mateo for me.

But this is where shit got really messed up.

We got back to the hotel room. Singular. 1 room, 1 bed. I don't really know why we decided to come back to ours, the sleeping arrangement was peculiar for what we wanted to do.

"I'm going to freshen up. Make yourselves comfortable," I announced.

"I'll come with," Tara seconded.

In the bathroom, we had come up with some rules.

"Tara, listen. Rules! What are they?" I pressured whilst getting undressed.

"Um, stay on our respective sides?" She unzipped her dress.

"Yes, no staring!" I put some deodorant on.

"Gotcha! We can't touch each other." She put more lip gloss on.

"Anything else?" I turned to face her.

"No swapping?" Her tone was unsure.

I looked at her, unsure about this one. I didn't say anything and just walked out.

It was fucking hot. Mateo was sitting on the sofa, whilst Carlo was on the bed. Luckily for me, on Tara's side.

I climbed on top of Mateo, running my hands through his knotty curls. Our mouths locking and tongues dancing. His hands caressed my waist as I tightened my grip in his hair. In the background, I could hear an impressive advancement as Tara's moans filled our small room.

It spurred me on to kiss Mateo even harder, to drive my tongue even deeper into his mouth, ensuring our kiss was open and explicit. His mouth trailed down to my neck, licking and biting the sweet spot below my ear.

Mateo grabbed my neck and turned my head around. I was caught off guard because I could see Tara sitting on Carlo's face. She was facing us. Staring. Rule #2 had been broken.

"Look at your friend," he murmured against my neck. Hand still holding me in place.

I watched as she ground circles on Carlo's face, her pretty nipples stiff and hard. From my restricted view, I could see Carlo's tongue poking out, as she bounced up and down. The tongue getting lost in her folds.

Mateo's tongue now found its way between my tits, biting and licking until I could feel my bra fling open. I turned towards him in shock, but his hand stilled my head to keep focus on my bestie riding Carlo's face.

By the way, she was now moving down his tattooed torso to his thick, hard cock. 69. But on her way down, our eyes met and I swear I saw her smirk at me. Meanwhile, I could feel Mateo's cock press into my centre. I gasped.

He pushed my panties to the side and relinquished his grip on my neck so I was back to facing him.

"Sit up," Mateo instructed.

I did.

Unzipping his jeans and pushing them down alongside his boxers, "Sit." his bare cock was pressing against my opening. I rubbed, hoping to soothe my insatiable desire to be fucked. His fingers dipped in-between my folds and found my entrance, pushing a finger inside. I bucked against him, his cock rubbing ever more into me.

In the background, I could hear gagging and choking from my best friend's mouth as she continued to suck Carlo off. Although from the depraved noises it felt like he was fucking her mouth as opposed to her doing any actual sucking.

I so badly wanted to turn around, watch her tears fall, her lips swell from his ruthless thrusting. But I was too occupied with Mateo's mouth, which was back onto mine and now two fingers mercilessly pushing in and out of my opening.

"Fuck, more!" I panted into his mouth.

"You want my cock?"

"Yes!" I screamed.

The gagging behind me stopped and I could hear Tara's loud, screaming breaths as she came up for air.

"Watch your friend Tara," Carlo said, resigning from eating her pussy.

Mateo lined himself up and entered me. His hips moved incessantly up and down with no reprieve. I held onto his shoulders for dear life! Hands gripping my waist tightly as his balls slapped against my cheeks. It was brutal, and I loved every minute of it. What I think I loved more was that Tara was watching me, observing me.

There was an orchestra at play here, we had begun harmonizing. Mateo's fast and desperate fucking mingled with Carlo resuming his pussy eating. Both of us were screaming for a release. I was close, so was Mateo.

"You like how I feel?" I cried.

"Yes, baby! Oh yes!" he groaned.

"Finish inside his hungry pussy," I pushed, as I gripped his shoulders tighter.

His thrusts were unrhythmic and impatient and he was finishing inside of me. My own orgasm ripped through me. It was unheard of for two strangers to come at the same time. But it was knowing that she was watching me come undone that had me come undone.

His hips rocked back into a stationary position slowly and my after-shocks had subsided. I lay on his chest for a few minutes, dimming out the noise behind me.

"Yaz!" Tara's mewing had caused me to be on high alert.

I turned to her and she was still atop Carlo's face, pinching her own nipples.

"Please kiss me. Please!" she begged.

"What?" I asked, perplexed.

"I need to come and I can only do it if I'm kissing. AHH!" she screamed as Carlo inserted a finger.

They were definitely taking it slow, enjoying the pleasure. Whereas Mateo and I needed something quick and detached.

"Tara-" I protested.

Mateo was the next to speak. "Go to her. She's your friend," he said softly against my hair.

"But we are... friends," I said, confused.

"Fuck Yaz, I don't give a fuck! PLEASE!" I could see her frustration clearly; her arousal was hurting her. She needed a release.

I turned to Mateo, confused as to why Carlo wouldn't fuck her.

"He's engaged."

I rolled my eyes and slid off Mateo's lap and knelt on the bed between Carlo's legs. Looking at her dead in the eyes, I wanted her to be sure of what she was about to do to us. Our friendship, our rules.

"Yes," she mumbled.

I placed a soft kiss on her lips and she pushed herself against me. Carlo's tongue still pushing in and out of her. His cock pressed against our stomachs. Tara grabbed the back of my neck and pushed me against her to deepen the kiss.

Our tongues mingled and it felt electric. Her tongue danced against mine, eradicating all of Mateo's remnants and filling it with hers. My hands quickly found her tits and I began to knead to and massage them. Feeling Carlo's cock twitch, I knew he was dying for a bit of attention.

Removing one hand from Tara's perfect tits, I pumped Carlo's cock. A groan escaped his lips, causing Tara to scream. The vibration must have caught her off guard.

Our tongues continued to dance and my hand continued to pinch her nipples. She was now panting hard against me, and Carlo's hips kept thrusting upwards in a rapid motion. Both needed their pain removed and I would be the one to do it.

Tightening my grip around his cock, I pumped. My other hand pinched her nipple hard and continued our kiss as her hands roved my waist, using me as her anchor.

"Come on, Ta, do it for me," I coaxed and bit her lip.

"Fuck, Yaz. Fuck fuck fuck!" And she shook violently on top of Carlo's face. Breaking away from the kiss, I continued to suck and twirl her tongue in my mouth. Meanwhile, a fountain of hot spurts imprinted against our skin as Carlo too, was released from his prison. Muffled groans echoed around the room.

I pulled away from the situation quickly. Running to the bathroom to assess what I had just done with Tara. To Tara.

The men had left, Tara had seen them off. I was still hiding in the bathroom. Showering and cleaning myself, I came out to Tara asleep.

There was no conversation, no post-match analysis. We had quietly packed in the morning, arrived at the airport and left last night behind us. She had flown to Birmingham and I went to Luton.

Should I message her? Do I call her? Because I haven't had my fill of Tara yet...