It was now six months since Carla and Tom had met on the waterfront and now, our relationship was getting serious as we were spending more time in each other and their houses, sometimes with her flatmate Kate and Pete or just Kate.
It was two months since a four-way between the two couples became a three-way due to Pete, Kate's boyfriend, leaving Kate open and wet. A minor collision with me, resulting in three of us screwing.
With the amount of time at each other's houses, soon a decision would be made about someone moving in.
Carla had bought her house a year after starting her first job. It was about 80sqm and in an area that was a short commute to her work and that priced that she could not need a flatmate. Which she mostly did until Kate had got her job at RocketFactory and Carla had invited in.
My house was a year old. I had bought my first one also a year into work. I had managed to pick up a 160sqm townhouse designed by the master architect Don Zhang who normally built 500+sqm ones. At the time, the house had been on the market for a year due to a fully documented leak which had scared off buyers. As part of the pre-purchase, I had visited the now-aged Master had he had given me a copy of his plans, knowing that I was an eager custodian.
Over the next eighteen months and $150k, I fixed the leak, replaced all the lights, and brought the house thirty years forward.
Three years ago, older friends nearby were closing in on a payout for their leaker which had a larger section than mine. It would be a JCB repair. After the pain, they had no interest in rebuilding but were loath to leave the area. We had agreed that we would buy each other out and I would build, so I cashed out some well-made investments and got to work.
I took the Master's plans to an Architect friend. We took the base design, updated it for forty years of construction improvements such as changing from framing to SIPS and added an 80sqm annexe to the other side of the garage which the larger section afforded, a full-width north-facing deck with spa and a pergola. Piling had started the day after move day. Two months after that, the house was finished, and I was in.
When Carla and I started, she was immediately taken with the deck and spa. Soon, weather permitting, we were always naked and making love in the spa or on the deck.
A few weeks after our first date, Kate came round for dinner. She was pleasantly surprised at the house, though looking at the blue fence with its white 20% top and the orange pergola mused, "Weird colours.. but very effective." I had taken them round to the old house shortly after to show them its origination.
The second time she had come round, Kate had come straight from work. She had gone in straight from her flight from LAX where she had spent another fortnight at Long Beach. Dinner had gone on due to our catching up and there were empties on the bench. Carla and I suggested that Kate use the annexe that night. From then on, Kate had an open invitation to my place if Carla was with me.
The Itch Scratch as we referred to it had not recurred. Whilst we enjoyed it, the circumstances had never repeated and Kate's suggestions to Pete about it another naked couple's dinner resulted in a limp response. Kate and Carla occasionally briefly mouth kissed in view of Pete and I to tickle, but again, that was a one-hit. If Pete wasn't around, sometimes we would engage in a brief, three-way make-out just to tease.
Carla and I were always naked in the spa. The itch scratch meant the three of us had no qualms being naked in the spa as we knew that, apart from a cuddle, nothing would eventuate. Kate had found the experience of nakedness freeing, especially if the pergola fairy lights and the outdoor speakers were on and there was a bottle and glasses on the side, she said. But if Pete or other guests were around, we were all in swimmers.
If Pete was around, we would make out in our couples in the spa and then Kate would take Pete to the annexe to screw, and Carla and I would strip off and get busy.
Kate was now joining us on our runs as she had decided to get out and get fit. She was soon able to keep pace with us on the weekdays when we did the shorter runs. At the weekend, we either laid off the distance or she would cut the route to do less distance, but higher average speed. This had resulted in her dropping a few kilos from around her body, but not bust as Carla and I had observed to her one night when the three of us were in the spa. This had resulted in a playful group French, grind and fondle. Sadly, Pete wasn't interested in running, even coming as a watcher at TrailHit, which Kate had joined us in racing.
Her love life which had stalled: Since the incident, Kate had gone back on FS to look for FBs and boyfriends and had a few successful meets with several of the former, but none of the latter.
A Pete-free night at my place, we were all cooking dinner clothed. As she moved through the spices drawer, Kate mused, "Pete is like Mixed or Individual herbs, with occasional nips of chilli," and then as she opened the fridge, " but never Wasabi nor Hoisin. Steve is Chilli only, Kev does Hoisin well, but this girl wants a good base and some deep heat."
Summarily, Kate was rumbling on with Pete because he was decent company that she could go out with and chat to and gave her the basics in bed, albeit not at the desired frequency nor variety, though something she was inching up on. She kept Steve and Kev for special, infrequent zaps. As Carla had put it one night, "We're tens, Tom is a nine and Pete is a five-point-five."
I had replied, "You two to are 36DD.. oops meant more like 14/10, but I'm happy with my score."
Carla had grabbed me; open mouth kissed me and shoved her hand down my trousers and roughly grabbed me. Then Kate had given me, then Carla a brief tongue kiss.
Tonight was Thursday. Carla and I were alone in the spa at my house, naked as usual. We had a bottle of wine on the bar, two half-drained glasses and a plate of nachos that we were feeding each other next to us.
We were cowboying as usual, our preferred spa style which we enjoyed as we could simultaneously fondle, kiss and ride. We were about halfway to.
A loud BANG from the gate slamming jolted us out of our lovemaking focus. We saw Kate steaming down the path. Normally when she caught us at it, she would stop, linger, and finger herself to orgasm which invariably coincided with ours.
Tonight was different. As she walked down the path, she threw off her dress, shoes, bra and finally panties.
She jumped in the pool and roughly grabbing Carla's tits, lifted her off me and spun her round and dropped her onto the bench next to me. Carla was open-mouthed in shock. Kate stuck her tongue in her friend's mouth and frenched her hard, simultaneously sticking her fingers into her flatmate's cock-opened clit. I was in shock, but harder and wider at seeing my GF get roughed. Carla responded with a hard kiss and sharp fingering to her flatmate which repeated briefly and with more intensity each time.
Soon, Kate lifted off Carla's mouth and shot a glance at me. Carla held her flatmate's head gently and gave an approving, gentle kiss.
Kate used her hands to push off the wall and stand up, then twirled around so she was now over my lap and slammed hard down on me, so I was fully in her and in a finale, rammed her tongue deep into me and frenched me hard.
I was shocked, but with a typical male reaction to an extremely horny girl slamming me, I reciprocated her hard kiss, grabbed Kate's bust, fondled it roughly and thrust hard into her tight wetness eliciting an OWWWEEE. I had managed to shock and stimulate her.
