The Side Project Pt. 02 Ch. 18

Chapter 18: Allie

Taylor's Version

Saturday, December 2, 2017

Nashville, Tennessee, USA

Reed and I had planned to be productive on Friday after we did the recording. There was a lot I wanted to accomplish before Garrison got back on Sunday. Lauren had completely derailed those plans with our impromptu sex video in a hotel conference room, however.

After our conference room romp, we'd cleaned up, driven back to my house, and promptly begun another round. The rest of the evening had been nothing but sex, with breaks to let Reed recover. We got dinner somewhere in there too. And of course plenty of wine.

When I woke up Saturday morning, I felt filthy in the best way possible. I was definitely walking a little funny as I got up and made my way to the bathroom to do my morning business.

Lauren had woken up while I was in the bathroom and immediately noticed that my gait was a little off.

"Bit sore?" she asked knowingly.

"Shit yeah, he pounded the hell out of me last night," I said, looking at Reed. He was still snoring softly.

Lauren slid out of bed and stretched her arms above her head. Like me, she was completely nude. I admired her lithe body. She was beautiful. I thought back to Lexi's original admonition, back when I was having my Reed troubles during their first visit, that I should find a ladyfriend to play with in my neighborhood. Lauren was a hell of a good candidate.

"I took just as much of a pounding and you don't see me walking funny," Lauren pointed out as she walked to the bathroom. "You need to not go so long without getting any."

She probably had a point. Luckily with Reed around more I shouldn't have that problem. I pulled on a short silk robe and got out a second for Lauren. I tossed it to her when she emerged from the bathroom. She put it on and we both chuckled. Lauren was a couple inches taller than me, so a robe that was short on me barely covered her fun bits. Neither of us cared. We'd seen everything the other had to offer the night before.

I'd turned the thermostat up a few extra degrees the night before since none of us had bothered with clothing, then forgotten to lower it overnight, so the house was still pleasantly toasty. Lauren and I descended the stairs to make coffee.

"I'm not going to boss you around in your own kitchen, but you'd be wise to leave coffee to me," Lauren said.

I chuckled. "Have at it. I'm normally just a K-Cup and roll girl. There's some fancy coffee shit Garrison's parents gifted us in the cabinet above the coffee machine," I said.

Lauren started rummaging, occasionally tutting in displeasure, occasionally chirping with delight when she found something she approved of. I realized she would probably want coffee beans and began searching the walk-in pantry for options. I was pretty sure we had some bags of nice stuff we'd been gifted that I'd never bothered with. Garrison certainly hadn't either.

I found three bags that could be suitable and presented them to Lauren. She deemed one acceptable and got to work. There was a grinder and some sort of press thing involved. Ten minutes later I had a delicious-smelling mug of coffee in front of me.

"Milk?" Lauren asked.

"I normally do a splash," I said. I got up and pulled a carton of the nice organic brand I liked out of the fridge, then passed it to Lauren. With the precision of a scientist conducting an experiment, Lauren added milk to our mugs.

I took a sip. "Holy shit, this is good," I said.

"I take my coffee very seriously," Lauren said.

"Well, you're welcome to stop by and use my kitchen anytime as long as I get a cup," I said.

"I'll probably pass on that," Lauren chuckled. "Popping into your house at 3:30 in the morning sounds like a good way to get shot by a half-asleep Garrison 'standing his ground.'"

I laughed. "Maybe one of my conditions is no more leaving his fucking gun safe unlocked."

"Probably a good idea. To be honest, with how lackadaisical those assholes are about firearm safety and how drunk they get, I'm surprised there's never been an incident," Lauren said.

"That we're aware of," I pointed out.

"Yeah, good point. Still wild that if not for Garrison deciding you needed to be taught a lesson, none of us would be any the wiser about the shit they pulled last Saturday," Lauren said.

"Right!? Makes you wonder what other fucked up stuff they've gotten into in the past."

"For sure," Lauren said.

"Good morning, ladies," Reed said jovially as he entered the kitchen. He'd dressed in a pair of flannel pajama pants and a Houston Astros t-shirt.

"Man of the fucking hour! Coffee?" Lauren offered.

"Please."

"Coming right up. You know you left this slut very sore last night," Lauren said, nodding at me.

"Sore, satisfied slut," I corrected.

Reed grinned. "I live to serve," he said with faux modesty. I could tell he was more than a little proud of himself.

"You're fooling no one, Reed. You live to get your dick wet," Lauren said. "But if you keep fucking me that good, well, I suppose I'm amenable to helping you further your ambitions."

She handed Reed his mug of coffee. He raised it in salute after a sip.

"So what's on the docket today?" Lauren asked.

"Well, I was planning to do some rearranging. After I confront Garrison tomorrow I'm not anticipating us even attempting to keep up the charade of sharing a bedroom," I said.

"And you, counselor?" Lauren asked Reed.

"I live to serve," Reed repeated. "Allie might need assistance moving furniture."

"Right, so generous of you," Lauren said sarcastically.

"Well, I would accept certain non-monetary compensation as a tip for my assistance," Reed replied.

"I hope you're expecting more than just the tip," I joked.

"Hmmm, isn't it a professional best practice to review deposition tapes?" Lauren asked.

"Well yeah, but I can do that later. You guys can't watch each other's. We may never even need them anyway," Reed said.

"Yeah, those aren't the ones I'm interested in reviewing," Lauren said.

"Ohhh, that tape," Reed said, realizing what Lauren meant.

"Lauren likes to watch," I said, smiling at her. She nodded excitedly.

"I'll get that queued right up," Reed said.

Reed and I sorted out getting the SD card into my laptop, and the laptop connected to the big screen TV in my living room. I was more than a little nervous to see myself in a homemade sex tape on a big screen, but I was also turned on by the idea.

We settled onto to the couch and I clicked play on my laptop. On the big screen Lauren and I sank to our knees in our professional attire.

"God, we look like such a couple of sluts, getting on our knees and begging for cock," Lauren said. One hand was already under her robe, playing with herself.

I was about ready to join her. The angle of the camera wasn't great for showing the action, since Reed, and more relevantly his dick, was facing away from it, but there were enough glimpses of Lauren and I's faces it was obvious what was going on. I was turned on by how excited we looked. Sluts indeed.

"Reed, will you fuck me?" Lauren requested after a few minutes. On the screen, I had just gotten on the table, right in front of the camera, my body obscenely exposed, to jill myself.

"Always."

Lauren got off the couch and got on her hands and knees facing the TV. "Doggy style, so we can both keep watching while we fuck." She flipped up the hem of her robe so her pussy and ass were exposed.

Reed got on his knees behind her and pulled down his pajama pants. I decided I didn't want to miss out and got on my hands and knees next to Lauren.

"I really am sore though, go easy," I warned.

"Well I recall how we overcame that problem the last time I left you feeling sore," Reed pointed out.

"Uhhh..." I wasn't sure if Lauren would be ok with anal. My cheeks pinkened slightly as I looked over at her.

She seemed to sense my discomfort. "Ooooo, what did you do, bad girl Allie?"

"I had him fuck my other hole," I admitted.

"I knew you were a dirty girl. How was it?" Lauren asked.

"I believe the technical term is I came like a fucking freight train," I said, flashing my naughtiest smile.

"Mmmm, very hot. I don't normally do anal, but sometimes when I'm really turned on I like it," Lauren said suggestively.

"Hear that, Reed boy?" I teased. "If you get weather girl really turned on she's going to want you in her ass. Would you like that? To fuck our slutty little assholes side by side?"

Reed didn't answer verbally. He answered by shoving his cock balls deep in Lauren's pussy. She hissed with pleasure. One of my hands traveled between my legs as I watched the lewd display.

On the screen I was going to town on myself now, my back slightly arched off the table. Next to me Reed was absolutely pounding Lauren.

"He really wants your ass, weather girl, he's going to fucking town on you," I said.

"Yessssssss. Yessssss. More. Harderrrrrrr," Lauren hissed.

The whole scene was incredibly erotic and I was beyond turned on. The fingers playing with my pussy began transferring some of the lubrication to my anus. I wondered if I could skip the normal lube that morning.

"Fukkkkkkkkkkkk yesssssssssssss, I'm going to fuckingggg cummmm," Lauren hissed. She came loudly just as the onscreen version of her hiked up her dress, exposing herself to the camera for the first time.

Then we heard the front door open. I wasn't expecting anybody. I thought I'd locked it the night before, but maybe I hadn't in our haste to initiate round two. Oh shit, this could get ugly.

- - - - -

The foyer beyond my front door was largely open. To the left was the dining/lounge room. To the right, the living room. Where we were. In the midst of complete debauchery. We had seconds until whoever had just entered saw us.

In a panic, I lunged towards where I'd left the remote on the coffee table. I desperately mashed the power button. There was an infuriating half-second delay before it turned off. Behind me I could hear Reed and Lauren scrambling to cover themselves.

I breathed a sigh of relief when Taylor came around the corner. I must not have locked the door after all. I didn't think we were quite at a 'walk into each other's houses without knocking' level of friendship yet, but it was also very in character for Taylor to decide we were.

"Hey Allie, do you..." Taylor trailed off as she took in the scene. I tried to think of some sort of explanation.

"Reed, will you be a good boy and fuck our needy pussies?" sounded from my laptop. When I'd shut off the TV it was casting to my laptop reverted to playing the video normally, I realized. I slammed the device shut.

"Whoa," Taylor said quietly, completely awestruck by what she'd apparently walked into.

"Good morning, Taylor. I didn't realize you would be stopping by," Lauren said in her prim TV anchor voice. Which I thought was pretty funny considering she was on her knees, barely covered by her robe and with her hair disheveled.

"I, uh, I was going to see if Allie wanted to do some yoga and maybe grab brunch. Kacie's at a playdate with a friend from daycare today," Taylor said. She was dressed in yoga pants and a cropped sweatshirt with a sports bra.

"You've perhaps heard of texting?" Lauren asked sarcastically.

"I did! Texted both of you, actually. Nobody answered," Taylor said.

I exchanged a look with Lauren. We'd both left our phones upstairs. That was atypical for me, but so was sharing my bed with two people. And having a threeway while watching our homemade sex tape.

"So, the three of you?" Taylor asked, eyes flitting between the three of us.

I shrugged. There really wasn't much point in denying it. "Yeah, kind of, it's, uh, new. I guess," I said.

Taylor shook her head as if she still couldn't believe it.

"Coffee?" Lauren offered.

"You make it?" Taylor asked.

"Yeah."

"Then yes, you make the best coffee. I need something to help me process, well, this," Taylor said, gesturing at the three of us.

Lauren stood up and led the way to the kitchen.

"I've just realized that I may have made a small strategic error," Reed whispered into my ear as we walked. "Taylor is just as capable of connecting the dots for those LSU kids as you are. She was not an eyewitness to what they did, but she was there for the initial argument. If she were to tip off the fraternity about who terrorized them, they'd know who to sue. And at that point subpoenas would start flying. You could be compelled to testify."

I thought through the implications of that. If Taylor came forward, it wouldn't be great for me. For one thing, I'd lose a lot of my leverage over Garrison if the circumstances of the raid were out in the open. For another, everyone knew Taylor hadn't been there for the raid. With our burgeoning friendship hardly a secret, I would be suspect No. 1 for having spilled the beans. A violation of the Alphas' sacred 'opsec.' Who knew what that would lead to.

I needed to treat the situation delicately, but I also was confident Taylor was a friend who I could trust. I decided that this was an 'honesty is the best policy' situation.

Reed, Lauren and I agreed we wouldn't mind a fresh mug of coffee either, so Lauren set about making coffee for all four of us. There was a bit of an awkward silence while she worked. Nobody knew quite where to start.

"So, um, sorry for interrupting your little orgy or whatever," Taylor said cautiously.

"Is us having a bit of fun a concern for you?" Lauren asked, an eyebrow raised. She began passing out coffee mugs.

"Um, no, it's not. Just... unexpected. Especially from you, Lauren. No offense, Allie. I could sort of tell you were more of a bad girl like me when we snuck off in Baton Rouge," Taylor said. I smiled at her. She was right.

"There are a few more layers to me than you might have previously been aware of. The iceberg is deep, so to speak," Lauren said.

"Sorry Taylor, I think I should have told you what we were doing this weekend," I said.

"Huh, about having a threeway with Lauren and her friend? I mean, not what I expected to walk into, but honestly not really my business," Taylor said.

"Nah, something way more serious," I admitted. Taylor looked at me, both surprised and confused.

"This feels like the sort of discussion that would be enhanced if it involved breakfast at some point," Lauren said. "I'm not exactly a chef, but I can make a mean French toast."

"As long as you don't mean French toast sticks," Taylor said.

Lauren wrinkled her nose. "How foul."

"Hashtag momlife." Taylor shrugged.

"Some bloody marys might not be the worst idea either," Lauren suggested.

"Good call," I said. "I'm on it. Reed, would you be so kind as to get the olives from the fridge?"

Reed gave me a thumbs-up. I walked over to the liquor cabinet and set about making drinks. Reed walked up, popped open the jar of olives he'd retrieved, and began fishing them out with a fork.

I passed Reed two drinks to hand out once I was done mixing them. We sat with Taylor at the kitchen island while Lauren did her thing at the stove facing us on the other side of the island. I found it sort of endearing how she was just comfortably operating in my kitchen like she belonged.

"Alright, so I'm like dying to know what's going on over here," Taylor said. I realized that the short interlude to make drinks had only built tension for her.

"Ok, so to start, Reed was originally someone I met. I was at happy hour a couple weeks ago. Befriended one of his friends, hung out with his friend group and we hit it off," I said.

"Ok, this makes sense. At that dinner a couple weeks ago, I noticed you two seemed... very friendly for never having met before," Taylor said.

"Right, but you can see how Allie showing up to a dinner with a bunch of people she didn't know, with a man who was not her husband, would have raised some eyebrows," Lauren said.

"So Lauren graciously offered to assist with that little ploy about an old friend from Little Rock," I explained. "She'd met Reed at cocktail hour the night before."

"That's the one I invited you to, but you couldn't get a sitter for," Lauren said. Taylor nodded.

"Ok, got it, I think. So you're here in Nashville?" Taylor asked Reed.

"No, I'm from Houston. I was just here visiting. The reason my friend actually approached Allie was that we were looking for someone who knew the local scene well," Reed explained.

"Ok, this is all slightly odd, but logical. The question is, why are you back so soon, and how did you end up in a threeway with my friends?" Taylor asked. She was as blunt as ever.

"There was something I came up for this weekend to help Allie with," Reed said. He glanced at me. This was my secret to tell.

"This is what I was saying that in retrospect, I should have told you about," I said. "So as you're likely guessing, Reed and I became very close, um, friends during his first visit. On Monday I was talking with him on the phone, telling him about how messed up last Saturday was, and he pointed out something we missed."

Reed and I went on to explain how the LSU kids had no real idea who had raided their frat house. So while they likely would have a pretty solid civil suit against Norman and the rest of the Alphas, they had no idea who to sue. Reed also explained the possibility of criminal charges against the Alphas, although he was a little skeptical about a DA's interest in pressing charges.

"Ah, I see. If a little birdie was to whisper a few names in the ears of a few LSU students, it could set off a whole chain of events, is that what you're plotting?" Taylor asked.

"Well, not exactly," I said. "The legal case would hardly be infallible. The far simpler course is to let Garrison know that if I don't see some changes in his behavior, I can threaten his status with the Alphas."

"Girl, are you sure? I mean, Garrison seems a little cray cray, what if he attacks you or something?" Taylor asked worriedly.

"See, that's where having a helpful attorney, which Reed is, comes in handy," I said, smiling.

Reed explained how he'd deposed Lauren and me as a legal 'dead man's switch' to prevent Garrison from trying to hurt me.

Taylor listened wide-eyed. "Holy shit y'all. That's kind of nuts. I mean, I'm impressed."

We chuckled. Lauren had finished making breakfast while we'd been chatting. We made plates, took our seats, and dug in.

"So what's your plan on what to ask Garrison for, Allie?" Taylor asked after we'd been chowing down on French toast for a few minutes.

"I'm not completely sure quite yet. For sure I'm not going to be at his beck and call to cook dinner every night. Kicking him out of the master bedroom. And spending a lot more nights downtown at my friends' places," I said.

"That sounds like a dream," Taylor said.

"You know, you could potentially use similar leverage against Merritt," I told Taylor, broaching a very tricky subject. I was really hoping she wouldn't want to.

"I guess so, but I don't really feel the need to. I've been living in our guest bedroom for years. It's adjacent to Kacie's room, so I feel more comfortable there anyways. Merritt doesn't really bug me for domestic stuff," Taylor explained. I wondered how she'd swung that.

"I would still like to get an affidavit from you, if you don't mind," Reed said. "It would be valuable to add to, and support, Allie's testimony if something were to happen."

"I'm ok with that, just no using it without my permission, please. In my circumstances I have to be careful," Taylor said.

"Of course," I said quickly, a bit relieved. "I mean, not to be weird about it, but I assume you realize that if you let them know that you know what happened last Saturday, it could get me in trouble. You too, I guess, Lauren."

"Shit... I'll admit I hadn't thought about that," Lauren said.

"Oh dang, you're right," Taylor said. "You're like a security breach or whatever."

"Yeah, guess I am. But I think it's cool because I trust you both as friends. We're friends, right?" I asked, hoping to drive home the point.

"For sure," Taylor said.

"We'd never fuck you," Lauren added.

"Wellllll... this morning would suggest that's not completely true," Taylor said, with a hint of mischief in her voice. We all laughed.

I made eye contact with Taylor. She smiled at me invitingly, and if I was reading her right, a bit of desire. It hit me like a thunderbolt. I wanted her. Holy fuck. Where was this coming from? Did I seriously like girls now? Fucking Lexi.

"It is too bad there's no way we can use this against Merritt," Lauren mused.

"I mean, sort of. But if you think about what really annoys me about him, it's the emotional neglect," Taylor said. "But it's not like I can force him to do better at that by holding something over his head. I'd know it was just an act. Then, I don't really care he doesn't spend time with Kacie. Frankly, he'd be a bad influence, and I don't really want him in her life any more than necessary. The money is nice. You get it, Allie. I didn't grow up well off, but more importantly it allows me to ensure Kacie has everything she needs to have a better life than I did. At the end of the day, the current arrangement is for the best."

"So where does that leave you?" I asked. I was pretty sure I knew the answer.

"Sexually frustrated as fuck!" Taylor exclaimed. "Since Kacie was born he won't fucking touch me unless he's three sheets to the wind, and then he can't stay hard!"

"Sadly, I don't think we can threaten him into fucking you. Not that you'd want that," Reed said.

"Now Reed, what happened to your service-oriented mindset?" I chided. "Do you find Taylor attractive?"

"Just offering up your boytoy like a slab of meat?" Taylor asked, eyebrow raised. I thought she was excited by the idea, but I wasn't positive.

"Reed and I have an understanding. The last time we were in a situation like this it worked out quite well for him, I'd say," I said.

"Sometimes the wise man keeps his mouth shut and does as he's told," Reed said. "If you trust your co-conspirators it can pay certain... dividends." He glanced at me appreciatively.

"Perhaps you'd be interested in a product demonstration if you have any doubts?" Lauren asked.

I bit my lip to keep from laughing. Of course Lauren would want to resume the video with a new audience.

"I wouldn't say I have any doubts," Taylor said, making eye contact with each of us in turn, "but I'm terribly curious to see this video."

- - - - -

Taylor and Lauren cleaned up from breakfast while Reed and I got the laptop setup going again. We decided to restart the video from the beginning. I briefly checked in with him to confirm he was ok with bringing Taylor into our games and that he was into her.

To my amusement, Lauren claimed the leather recliner that was Garrison's preferred spot when he wasn't in his man cave. I took the couch with Reed and let Taylor have the second recliner facing the TV.

There wasn't much lead-up. Within thirty seconds we were again watching as Lauren and I were on our knees taking turns sucking Reed's cock. I lamented the poor angle and thought that if we ever recorded a sex tape again we would need to think through camera placement more. Then I realized how amusing it was that I was already thinking about doing this again.

By the time we watched me get up on the table and partially take off my clothes to play with myself on the screen, Lauren was openly pleasuring herself. The short robe she'd borrowed barely concealed anything. I wasn't surprised. The exhibitionist liked... being an exhibitionist. Both on screen and in person.

I looked over at Taylor. She was engrossed in what was happening on screen, occasionally glimpsing over at Lauren. My hand explored Reed's lap and found him close to fully hard. I started playing with his dick through the fabric of his pajama pants. This was hot. I was very turned on.

By the time the video finished with Lauren and I's first kiss as we swapped Reed's cum, the atmosphere in the room was electric. I was pretty sure Lauren had already cum, again. Reed was rock hard in my hand. I was slightly concerned I was going to leave a wet spot on the couch I was so turned on.

I gave Taylor a naughty look. She had her legs crossed and her pale skin was a little flushed. It seemed like she'd enjoyed our dirty video. Her hands rested on her bare stomach, like she couldn't decide whether to slip them up her sports bra or down her yoga pants.

"Well, Tay, what did you think? Interested in a turn?" I asked.

"Oh, uh, yeah, I guess so if you're sure you don't mind," Taylor said. Her tone surprised me. I'd expected excited enthusiasm. Taylor sounded about as excited as if I'd just offered to let her borrow a crock-pot.

"Jeez, don't sound so excited, Tay. Perhaps you need an in-person demo as well. Show you how things work," Lauren suggested.

"No, that's, like, ok... I think I can manage," Taylor said haltingly. I still couldn't figure out what was wrong.

"You definitely don't have to," I said. "We didn't mean to pressure you or anything."

"No, no, it's not that," Taylor sighed. I watched her take a moment and reach some sort of decision about what she wanted to say. "It's just when you said all three of you, I was sort of hoping y'all were bi."

"Uh, what are you talking about?" I asked. "You literally just watched a video of Lauren and me having sex with the same guy at practically the same time."

"Well that's it exactly, you both had sex with Reed and barely interacted," Taylor said.

"We kissed, and our dirty talk helped get each other off," I protested, but I could totally see Taylor's point.

"Right, your interaction was primarily for Reed's entertainment. It's ok. For the best I know now rather than try to stick my tongue up someone's twat and have them freak out," Taylor said. I felt a jolt of excitement imagining the cute redhead between my legs.

"You sound like you're speaking from experience," Reed observed.

"Might be. I got into all kinds of stuff before I met Merritt," Taylor said.

"I just don't think Lauren's into that sort of thing," I said. Lauren and I had found ourselves in sexual situations twice now, and I hadn't gotten the sense she was up for any sort of girl-on-girl action.

All three of us looked at the statuesque blonde. She seemed to be thinking something over, just as Taylor had a moment ago. "Well I guess we're sharing all our secrets this morning. Fuck it. Taylor sort of knows I have a pretty steady hookup downtown I often meet after I get off work. I suppose I sort of implied that to you too, Allie. My hook up is a she, not a he," Lauren said.

"Whoa, holy shit! Is it that traffic girl you always hang out with? Jenna?" Taylor asked.

"Not my secret to tell. I was asked to keep it in strict confidence because the woman I see is very in the closet," Lauren said.

"Well, you kind of are too. We've been good friends for years, and I had no idea," Taylor said.

"It's not exactly the sort of thing that comes up in casual conversation," Lauren pointed out.

I laughed, thinking about a recent conversation that had really changed my thinking on this topic.

"What?" Lauren asked, confused at my reaction.

"I just was talking to someone recently about my, uh, marital struggles and she was talking about how I should consider my sapphic options in the neighborhood. Made me think of that," I explained.

"Fucking Lexi," Reed muttered. Right as always.

"So you are interested in us ladies that way, Allie?" Taylor asked.

"Um, I think so. I'm not sure, I guess. I, uh, have to admit I've never done a whole lot more with girls than what I did with Lauren. Most of what I've done with girls was more for show to tease guys than real desire. But ever since that conversation, I keep having... thoughts. I think I want to explore them, but I might need to take it a little slow," I explained.

"Thank goodness. We can go slow. Uh, I guess since we're all being so honest, I should tell you I've had a little bit of a crush on you since we met a few weeks ago," Taylor admitted.

"Oh my gosh, totally. Um, so one of the, erm, thoughts I've had recently was that night in Baton Rouge, before all the crazy stuff happened. I kind of wanted to kiss you goodnight," I admitted.

"Ha, I had the same thought! Well I also wanted to do a lot more than kiss you, but I had no idea you'd be into that," Taylor said.

"Reed boy, would you mind keeping Lauren entertained for a bit? Tay and I have some things we want to discuss," I requested.

Reed chuckled. "It would be my pleasure."

Reed got up from the couch and walked towards Lauren. Taylor quickly took his place. I felt my heartbeat quicken as I looked into Taylor's pretty light green eyes. I giggled at the stupidity of it.

"What is it?" Taylor asked gently.

"It's stupid, just that I've been in all manner of dirty encounters in the last month but this is making me feel nervous a little bit," I explained.

"That's ok. This is probably a little different. And don't take the crush thing too seriously, we're just a couple girls doing a little exploring," Taylor said reassuringly.

"I like that," I said. "And if I want to take the crush thing seriously?" Whoa, where did that come from? Fucking Lexi again.

"We'll just have to see." Taylor smiled. It was dazzling. I felt a big smile spreading across my own features.

"You're really fucking pretty, you know," Taylor said. She affectionately brushed my hair behind my ear.

"And you're incredibly sexy," I replied, looking over the redhead's fit body. I closed my eyes and leaned forward slightly.

Taylor's lips met mine in our first kiss. It was so soft, so gentle, so warm. Very different. I liked it. I liked it a lot.

I didn't know quite what to do with my hands. I didn't want to start pawing at Taylor's body, it wasn't right for the moment. I did want the physical affection of touch, but seated side by side as we were, there wasn't a logical point of contact.

Taylor seemed to sense my dilemma. She slowly broke our kiss, then climbed onto my lap, facing me with her knees on the couch. I felt the warmth through the thin silk of my robe as her butt settled onto my thighs.

"Touch me, Allie. Touch me wherever you like," Taylor whispered into my ear as she slipped her arms around my neck. Then we began to kiss again.

I put my hands on the exposed skin of Taylor's back, feeling the muscles beneath it.

We continued making out, with tongues slowly being introduced. Our kisses stayed soft, affectionate, sensuous. I decided that I really, really liked kissing women.

My hands ventured lower, beneath the waistband of Taylor's yoga pants, towards the top of her ass.

"Mmmm, your soft hands feel so, so good on me," Taylor said softly into my ear, then nibbled at the lobe.

We were interrupted by hissing across the room.

"That's how Lauren sounds when she cums," I whispered to Taylor. We giggled and looked over.

Lauren's robe was completely open now; the only things covered were her arms and shoulders. Reed was on his knees in front of the armchair, his head between Lauren's legs. To my surprise Lauren was watching us as she came.

"Damn you two are hot," Lauren said once she'd recovered from her climax.

"Hot enough you'd enjoy us between your legs?" Taylor offered. I immediately understood her thinking and got in on it.

"Taylor's going to teach me to eat my first proper pussy, Lauren. Would you like to be her teaching aid?" I asked.

"Holy fuck! Yes," Lauren said excitedly.

We decided to move to the bedroom. Lauren didn't bother with refastening the robe once she stood up, enjoying being on display. Taylor took in the sight of the nearly naked blonde properly for the first time.

"The view thousands think of when she's on TV every morning, but only a few lucky ones actually get to see," I said to Taylor, knowing how much thinking about that turned on Lauren.

"She is freaking hot," Taylor agreed. She got off my lap and extended a hand to help me up from the couch. To my surprise, she didn't let go as we climbed the stairs to my bedroom.

"Let's drain Reed's balls before we start," Taylor suggested. "Then just us girls can focus on each other while he recovers."

"Sure, but you don't, you know, have to if that's not really your thing," I said.

"Oh it's my thing, don't get me wrong - I like girls, but I like a good hard dick just as much," Taylor reassured me.

"Oh, he has that, I can assure you," Lauren said.

"Good. There's only one thing better than a man with a good hard cock," Taylor said.

"What's that?"

"A hot girl who can appreciate it along with me." Taylor winked at me.

"You hear that, Reed boy?" I asked. He'd followed us into the room.

"Taylor seems like a very wise philosopher," Reed quipped.

I lightly tugged Taylor's hand and we dropped to our knees in unison. "Show us Reed, show my new slut what she's working with," I instructed.

Reed smiled and stripped off his clothing. He was rock hard. I realized he'd sort of gotten blue-balled earlier when Taylor walked in on us and was probably on a hair trigger.

"Very fucking nice," Taylor said quietly.

"Lauren, are you going to join us?" I asked pointedly.

"You're kind of bossy, aren't you?" Taylor teased me.

"I like to be watched. Allie here likes to be in charge," Lauren explained as she joined us on her knees.

"That's hot," Taylor said. "I'll be your naughty little plaything anytime you want, miss," she whispered into my ear.

Her words sent another jolt of excitement racing through me.

"Come stick that fucking thing back down my throat," Lauren requested of Reed. She had her perfect hair gathered in both hands and put it behind her back.

Never one to tell a pretty girl no, Reed stepped up and let Lauren go to town on his cock. She took him all the way to the root in one go.

"Jesus," Taylor breathed.

"She really likes having an audience," I said. I reached out and gave Reed's ballsack a little squeeze. He groaned in pleasure.

"Hey, I want a taste at least before he cums!" Taylor complained.

"Be nice and share, weather girl," I instructed Lauren. I regathered her hair and pulled her off Reed's dick. She whined a little and pretended to resist. On instinct I leaned in and kissed her to shut her up.

Reed stepped over to where Taylor knelt and offered up his meat. She took it eagerly in her hand. "This is good fucking dick," she said, giving Reed a few strokes.

"Would dear friends like Lauren and me steer you wrong?" I joked.

Taylor giggled. "Just fair warning, I'm not good at deepthroating. Never got the hang of relaxing my gag reflex, and, well, hasn't exactly been a concern in more recent years."

"Hey, maybe I can teach you to deepthroat and you'll teach me to eat pussy well," I suggested.

"A very reasonable quid pro quo. Now then ladies," Reed said, turning the attention back to the member in hand.

"Men," Taylor sighed jokingly, but the redhead promptly took Reed's dick into her mouth.

"Holy fuck, Taylor, you don't even need to learn to deepthroat," Reed said a minute later. "Whatever you're doing with your tongue is insane."

Taylor made some sort of grunt to acknowledge his praise and kept up her work. I reached out and started playing with Reed's balls again.

Taylor pulled herself off of Reed after a few more minutes. A strand of saliva dripped down her chin. She wiped it away with her sleeve. "Would you like a taste, ma'am? I think he's close to exploding," Taylor said.

She was right as best I could tell. Reed repositioned and it was my turn to show what I could do. Reed was definitely not going to last long. A naughty idea about how to finish popped into my head. I pulled Reed's dick out of my mouth. It would also lead nicely into our next activity.

"Reed, give the weather girl a facial," I instructed, turning him in Lauren's direction.

"Oooo, that's so dirty," Taylor said excitedly.

"I know! Can you imagine that cute, put together, smiling girl-next-door face every Nashvillian knows covered in a big load of jizz?" I asked.

Lauren moaned excitedly and stroked Reed's cock. Reed moaned as he exploded. Lauren's aim wasn't perfect, or she underestimated the exit velocity, so the first rope ended up in her hair. The rest she got on target. She got the last little bit on her extended tongue.

She carefully wiped her eyes until they were clear, then flashed her polished TV smile. "Expect more showers later in the day, and now it's over to Jenna for the latest traffic," she said.

"Fuckkkkk that's dirty," Reed said.

I agreed. I leaned in and kissed Lauren, tasting Reed's essence.

"Fuck, I wish I'd known you were this naughty years ago, Lauren. You're so polished with such a clean reputation, I had no idea," Taylor said.

"Well," Lauren said, breaking our kiss, "guess we'll have to make up for lost time."

"Hot. On the bed. Time for Allie's pussy-eating lesson," Taylor said.

Giggling over our dirty deeds, the three of us crawled onto the bed. Reed collapsed into a chair to recover. I suspected it wouldn't take him long.

Lauren got on her back and spread her legs with her knees up. Taylor and I crawled between her legs, side by side. Taylor extended her hand and ran her fingers over Lauren's lips.

"Fuck, she really does get turned on being watched."

"Told you so," I said.

"Well look, eating pussy is pretty simple. You have all the same equipment. Pretty much just do what you think would feel good to you," Taylor said.

I nodded seriously. I'd licked girls before, just always more as an act. I still had a pretty good idea what I was doing. This 'lesson' was more about titillation.

"I'm not sure the equipment I have is this nice," I said, taking a feel of Lauren's pussy lips myself. I hadn't really gotten an up close look during our previous encounters. Like so much about Lauren, her vagina was beautiful. Perfectly formed slightly darker outer labia. Pink, juicy inner lips. I was still working through my feelings on being attracted to women, but I definitely wanted to sample a pussy this amazing.

Taylor went in first, lapping gently at Lauren's outer lips a little bit. She didn't waste much time - Lauren hardly needed foreplay. She began lapping away in earnest, tongue traveling up and down Lauren's pussy.

"Fuckkkk yessssssss," Lauren hissed. "Fuck yessssss, you're good at that, Taylor."

Taylor pulled back slightly and nodded to me. In I went. Not my first pussy ever, but the first one where I meant business about getting the girl off. I imitated Taylor's technique as best I could, nibbling at the outer labia, then taking long, firm licks. Based on the way Lauren was pushing her hips into me, and the noises she was making, I got the impression I was doing well.

Taylor gave me a soft tug on the shoulder after a few minutes. I sat up and we kissed. It was just as sensuous as earlier, but even more fun because now we could both taste Lauren on each other. Taylor moaned.

"Holy fuckkkkkk you two are incredible," Lauren said. One of her hands had taken the place of our tongues between her legs.

"I'll finish her off. I want to be the first slut to ever cum on your tongue," Taylor whispered into my ear.

The redhead quickly dove back between Lauren's legs. Her focus was higher up this time, probably the clit I guessed.

"Going to cum for us weather girl? First a big facial, now a slut lapping away at your clit. My gosh, can you even imagine the scandal if people found out how filthy you are?" I said.

Taylor brought one hand between Lauren's legs. I thought she was going to add fingering Lauren's pussy to her efforts, but her hand went lower. Lauren's hissing was loud as ever. She was right on the edge. I had an idea about how to help push her over it.

"Oh my godddddd, Lauren, is that slut playing with your asshole? Good girl Lauren Field, darling of the Nashville local news scene getting her asshole played with by another woman?"

"Ah FUCKKKKK YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!" Lauren screamed as she came. It looked like a big one.

"Well that looks like fun. Perhaps it's time for you to give me some more hands-on instruction," I suggested to Taylor.

"That would be my pleasure." Taylor grinned.

Lauren moved out of the way to give us some room. I got up on my knees and undid the belt of my robe and let the soft silk fall from my body. The hungry way Taylor appraised my naked form as it was revealed to her for the first time turned me on even more.

"So fucking pretty, Allie," she said. "I can't wait to taste you, miss." I could see the burning desire in her eyes clearly now.

I tugged her gently along with me as I got on my back and spread my legs for her. Taylor didn't waste any time. I got the same treatment that Lauren had gotten a few minutes ago. And it was fucking good.

Taylor seemed to know exactly what I needed. When she started on my clit I grabbed her head and held her in place.

"OH FUCK YES, TAYLOR. FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK YES! I'M A FUCKING CONVERT, GIRLS ARE AMAZINGGGGGGG! I'M FUCKINGGGGG CUMINNNGGGGGGGGGGGG!" I yelled as I came.

"Lexi is going to be so fucking proud of you," Reed quipped.

My head lolled to the side. I still wasn't fully in control of things after my massive climax. Reed was back at full staff, aroused by our show.

"Look what's back on the menu," Taylor commented.

"Which do you want, pet?" I asked Taylor.

"Still your tongue, miss. I really want to be your first girl orgasm," Taylor said.

I couldn't help but smile. I wasn't quite sure what was taking place between Taylor and me, but it was very interesting.

"Reed boy, why don't you go get your cock in the weather girl?" I suggested. Lauren had recovered from her titanic earlier orgasm and smiled eagerly at my instructions. "And you, pet, time for us to finally see that smokin' body."

Everyone moved to follow my instructions. Lauren determined she wanted to be on top. Better for watching and being watched. So Reed got on his back.

Taylor pulled off her sweatshirt, then her sports bra. Her breasts were awesome. Bigger than I'd thought. A tiny bit of the inevitable sag, but a great pair. I couldn't wait to play with them.

Taylor noticed me eyeing her. "They stayed a cup size larger after I had Kacie, one of many gifts. Ok, uh, remember, impulsive. Please don't judge me too hard."

She pulled off her yoga pants and underwear. At first I had no idea what she was talking about, but then I noticed it: a lower-back tattoo.

"Taylor! A tramp stamp, really? You were barely 18 when those went out of style," Lauren teased.

"I know, I know. I was 20 and feeling myself. I liked the idea of being marked as slutty and was really drunk," Taylor said.

"I actually kinda like it. Embrace your slutty side, I say." I traced over the design with my fingers. It was all sharp angles that vaguely reminded me of deer antlers.

"You really think so?" Taylor asked. I could tell there was some vulnerability about this for her.

"Yeah, fuck it girl. Trashy hot has a time and a place," I said.

Taylor smiled shyly. "Thanks, Allie. Merritt always made me wear a shirt when we had sex."

I laughed, then turned Taylor around so she was facing me. I kissed her, then began to play with her great tits. "And cover these babies up? What an idiot."

I gently encouraged Taylor until she was on her back with her legs spread. Unlike Lauren and me, she wasn't shaved down below, but her copper-colored pubes were neatly trimmed. Nothing that would interfere with my efforts.

I lowered my head cautiously to my second pussy of the day. This one was all mine though. No supporting actress role. I had no idea how long it'd been since our first gentle kiss on the couch, but it had been non-stop stimulation for Taylor ever since. So, predictably, she was very wet. I began by harvesting a drop of her arousal sliding down her perineum. She was tasty. Different from Lauren. More coppery, ironically.

I began to slowly work over her pussy lips with my tongue and lips. Up and down, side to side. My face was getting completely covered in her copious arousal, and I realized I really liked that feeling.

Taylor seemed to squirm a lot and made a lot of noises that I was pretty sure were positive. Little eeps and squeaks of pleasure. Taylor seemed to like to run her hands through my hair as a way to encourage me. Not that I needed it - I was having a great time.

"Oh fuck. What is it about you two? Watching you drives me fucking insane - you're so hot together," Lauren yelped.

"I can't believe this is your first serious time, Allie. You're doing so fucking gooooood," Taylor cried out.

The other women's words spurred me on. My tongue was going to cause its first lady orgasm. That thought was so exciting to me.

"Oh shit, eeeepp, Fuckkkk. Allie, Allie, Allie, oh my goddddddddddddd," Taylor squeaked.

"Yes Taylor, cum on her tongue like a good girl, this is so fuckinggggggg hot. I'm going to cum all over our boytoy's dick too," Lauren exclaimed.

I shifted my attention to Taylor's clit. It was time to take this to the next level.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhh my fuckkkkkkkkkkk, I'm going to cum SO FUCKING HARD!" Taylor wailed.

"Yes, me toooooo, fuckkkkkkkkkkk fuckkkkkkkk meeeeeeeeeee," hissed Lauren.

"Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee," squealed Taylor as I felt her body begin to shake beneath me.

"FUCK yessssssssssssssssssssss!" hissed Lauren as she came.

"Holy fuck, you sluts are so motherfucking hottttt!" Reed yelled. I presumed he was filling up Lauren.

I popped up and looked around my bed. Three delirious faces smiled back at me.

"Taylor, now that I've established my bisexual bona fides, would you care to join me in some creampie consumption?" I asked.

"Fuck yes! Let us have our treat, Lauren!" Taylor requested.

Lauren giggled. "I am, like, unfairly far ahead in the orgasm count. Reed boy, will you be a good boy and lick these sluts for me while they clean up our little mess?"

"It would be my distinct pleasure," Reed said with typical confidence.

We had one final round. Taylor and I slurped Reed's jizz out of Lauren, causing her to cum again in the process. Reed got behind us and got off both me and my new... what? Bestie? Partner? Slutwife? I wasn't quite sure what Taylor was just yet. But I was looking forward to more exploration.