Authors Note: All the characters in this story are fictional and above the age of 18.
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The night had been a bust on many fronts.
First off, there had been no bust. My girlfriend and I had struck out on a place to quote unquote, consummate our love. AKA, ravage each other's brains out. We'd tried for a secluded rooftop at the party they'd ended up at. No dice. Then a closet. Too cramped. Even a park bench on our way home. Onlookers akimbo.
Interrupted at every turn. It didn't help that Katie's friend Georgia had been with us. That was the second bust of the night: she hadn't found any man to...well, go to town on. She was a pretty girl with big breasts and a nice enough ass. However she had just gone through a breakup and that made her quick to tears and quicker to unprovoked bouts of nostalgia for her lost love.
The poor girl was angry, heartbroken, and more than a little horny.
This meant that most of their nights in the past two weeks were spent taking care of her. And when they weren't, Katie was constantly texting with her. Or FaceTiming her.
It was beginning to get annoying. To put it kindly: Georgia had become a royal cockblock.
The girl had a knack for it too.
With her big pouty blue eyes and the slumped shoulders. Her perpetual messy bun of dark blonde hair.
If only she could find someone to fuck, I was sure she'd leave us alone. It had been almost three months. And she'd clung to us like a child.
The girl, in my expert opinion, needed a bone rattling orgasm. Then, perhaps, she'd get her own life together.
It was taking a serious toll on Katie and my sex life.
"Movie?" Georgia asked, once we'd gotten our jackets off.
I hesitated. We'd only been dropping her off at her apartment. I was eager to get home.
But my girlfriend, ever the empath, my girlfriend, ever-so-great friend, said we could stay for one.
My stifled groan made its way into a cough, which got me a pinch from Katie.
The apartment was small, with a tall ceiling, cheap cabinets, poorly placed columns, and granite counter tops. It was a one bedroom, messy for the most part. I'd realized a lot of the pretty girls kept messy rooms. If they lived alone, then their homes were messy.
Katie was kind of the same way. Cute as the devil. A figure that could have walked off a runway. Legs that were somehow long and deceptively strong. An ass that, if I had not held it in my hands, I would not have believed could exist. And her tits, God, don't even get me started. Firm, perfectly shaped, and more than a handful. Don't even get me started on her sex drive.
I was almost disgusted with how lucky I'd gotten.
If the cards fell right, there would be a rock the size of the moon on her hand by summer.
But for now, I had other issues.
Like how to have sex with my girlfriend in her best friend's apartment while her best friend was there with us.
The living room had two little couches set across from each other, a tiny coffee table between them, and flat screen TV on the wall.
Katie and I took one of the couches, curling under a blanket while Georgia took the other. She tossed us the remote, rising almost as soon as she'd sat down and said, "I'll make us drinks. You want anything?"
I shook my head, not wanting to risk whisky dick. But Katie said, "Maybe some tea?"
"Alex, you're sure?" She prodded.
I nodded and she shrugged.
As Georgia went to the kitchen, which was only about fifteen feet from us, Katie began to flick through movie options.
"What are you feeling?" she asked. My hands found her ass to which she smiled slyly at me. "I don't think that was an answer."
"But I'm desperate, my love," I whispered.
"Ah, but aren't you always?" she asked.
My smile was a bit wolfish. "It's not my fault my girlfriend is unbelievably hot."
One of my fingers may have brushed the folds of her pussy through her pants. She shuddered slightly, arching into me.
"So you do want it as much as me."
"Wait till we get home," she whispered back.
"I think not," I said while grabbing one of her tits.
"Did we find anything to watch?" Georgia called from the kitchen.
There came the sound of a kettle hissing.
"What are we feeling?" Katie asked back, then whispered, "If you're good, I'll do that thing you like."
I all but growled back, "I'm impatient."
"I was thinking something sappy, romantic," Georgia said. "How's that sound?"
"Shocker," I muttered.
"You're talking about Notting Hill," Katie said in her knowing, playful tone. "Aren't you?"
"You know me too well," Georgia said.
I watched her turn to the stove to begin pouring water and took the opportunity to kiss Katie, devling my tongue deeply into her mouth. I was met with an almost violent hunger from her, which she quelled almost immediately.
"Need help with the tea?" She called, cheeks flushing.
"I've got it!" Georgia called. "Sugar or milk?"
As she opened the fridge, I used the opportunity to pull up Katie's shirt, pull down her bra and found one of her nipples and began sucking. She was forced to stifle something that was between a squeal and a moan.
For the night out she had worn a tight little blue t-shirt and skinny jeans. Even with the tightness of the fabric she could still drop her ass to the floor when she needed to.
Katie pushed me away, though as she forced herself to look normal, clicking again to find the movie, her hand found my bulge and gently caressed it.
"You are an animal."
Her statement almost made me lose it. If I were not a better man I would have ravaged her then and there. With no regard for our heartbroken onlooker.
A better man simply would have taken her to the bedroom. Who cares that it wasn't their bedroom.
A bed was a bed and my primal brain was telling me Katie needed to be plowed.
The hand disappeared as Georgia delivered the tea. "I've got ice cream too, Alex. If you decide you do want something." Her dark eyes glimmered a little with a knowing smile. "Thank you both for helping me these last few weeks. I-I know it hasn't been easy."
Katie swiped a hand through the air. "Don't mention it." She sipped the tea. "Ahh, delicious."
Georgia just smiled, bleary eyed, and shuffled to her couch. "God, I love Hugh Grant," she said, settling into her blanket.
My brain was essentially a mess. I couldn't focus on the movie. I couldn't hear the words. All I wanted was to bend Katie over. To have her mouth on mine. Her tits in my hands. To lick her...
Images of terribly dirty things flashed in my mind.
My hands on her head, my cock in her throat. Her gagging, webs of spit connecting her lips to the head of my cock.
And her ass in the air...my mouth eating her pussy from the back...
Then...then...
Katie's hand squeezed my leg, her eyebrows raised. In those eyes I saw a little bit of quiet laughter. She leaned down to my ear and whispered, "Get ahold of yourself, lover boy."
I just frowned, feeling my hardness pushing my own pants. It felt like I was about to burst.
One of my fingers, by its own mind-numbing volition, slipped between Katie's legs. I could feel her warmth. Her body quivered, pushing her ass into my crotch.
The girl was torturing me.
But I knew I'd have a chance to get my revenge. One of the not-so-fun things about having a heartbroken friend is how touchy they are when it comes to romance in movies. It made it an absolute definite probability that Georgia would burst out crying and have to go to the bathroom.
And I'd seen Notting Hill before. They didn't pull any punches.
So all I had to do was wait.
The first scene came and went with nothing but a few sad exhalations of breath. Another brought a few tears from Georgia.
But the third one..oh boy, it causes a torrential downpour. She let out a big sob and ran off to the bathroom without a word.
Katie sighed, pausing the movie and made to stand up. But I grabbed her hips and kept her pinned to the couch and... her ass pressed hard to my crotch.
"You aren't getting away that easily," I growled.
"Really? Right here?" She asked, the corners of her mouth pulling up. "Where Georgia could walk out and see us?"
"At the moment, I'm finding it hard to care about that."
Katie grinned mischievously. "Funny, I am too."
She pulled her body up, kissing up my neck while straddling me. Our mouths were on fire against each other. Our hands fumbling around for any ounce of skin they could find.
Her's played on the back of my head, fingers gliding through my hair. Mine grasped her ass, squeezing her cheeks vigorously.
Slowly, almost painfully so, she began to rock her hips back and forth.
We were so lost in our lust that we did not hear Georgia come out. I only barely saw her out of the corner of my eye. She stood by one of the columns, her face bright red from the tears, her hair messy, her legs... crossed.
I cared little for her watching us. It would probably be good for her to see us go at each other.
A release for her.
Katie let out a tiny little moan, her hips bucking slightly.
But my momentary hesitation had caught her attention and she broke off, looking around.
"Sorry," she mumbled, sliding off to the side onto the couch.
"Noo...dont stop on my account," Georgia said weakly.
It took her a couple of seconds to find her spot on the couch again. Katie raised the remote to play the movie but Georgia said, "you guys and leave if you want. I'll be okay."
She said it so meekly even through my raging hormones I felt for her.
"Nah," I said. "This is my favorite part."
Katie played it and back I went into terrible yearning. Nothing about the situation had lessened my hardness.
What came next was a strange thing. The movie became background noise once more. Minutes passed slowly, sleepily.
When I glanced at Georgia her eyes were closed, the streaks of tears still drying on her cheeks.
It was then I felt Katie moving.
Her long limbs went about extricating herself from me. Then she laid her head on my crotch, rubbing her cheeks against my hardness.
