It was mid-way through December before we were all back together again. Annoyingly, my university broke for Christmas much later than the others; Mollie and Liz having been back home almost a week before we saw each other again. The first night I returned I was disappointed to learn that Moll had taken a job for the holidays in the pub across the road from her house so was working most evenings for some extra cash. Apparently life in London was costing her more than my digs 'oop North'. Liz was free however, and more than a little excited to see me.
We'd spent the evening in one of our locals where a gang from college hung out. The group consisted of four or five guys and three girls, including Liz, and we'd been enjoying ourselves, bragging, swapping stories of our first terms, aware of a slight distance now in our relationships; the shared experiences of college diverging as we took our separate paths. Liz was in top form, exuberant and quickly drunk. She flirted shamelessly, both with me, and with the small group of girls in the group who had been enjoying teasing us that evening; pushing each other to see how far they would go; kissing deeply in slow, close embraces for the eager audience of boys as Liz grew a deeper shade of crimson, clearly getting more turned on by the second. The boys egged them on, enjoying the spectacle of female bodies pressing together for their mutual enjoyment.
In short, you could cut the sexual tension with a knife.
At chucking out time we left the gaggle of friends and made our way across town to where Mollie was working, hoping to catch he as she got off from work and grab a few hours of catching up. Nobody had to be anywhere the day after. The weekend was ours and we weren't in any hurry to go to sleep.
Liz and I walked close, pleasantly drunk, enjoying the warmth of each other's bodies under our thick winter coats, arms linked, Liz, a little unsteady on her feet in heels she was unaccustomed to. In a dark street corner I pushed her against the wall as we kissed, our hands pushing under clothing in the cold night air to feel a patch of warm skin on fingertips, soft breast under my hand as she touched the hardness between my legs.
"I've missed this." She murmured, her breath in my ear.
"Me too." I replied, my hand questing the hem of her denim skirt, touching her gently through her thick winter tights. "Wish it wasn't so fucking cold!"
Liz squealed and pushed me away as my cold hands slipped under the top of her tights onto her warm smooth buttocks.
"Come on," she said, taking my hand and leading me away, "We wouldn't want to leave Mollie waiting."
I made a show of being dragged away, both aware of the other's desire to re-live the past closeness between the three of us.
The Nag's Head was set back from the road on a quiet corner. It was one of the less popular pubs and got little passing trade, relying mostly on regulars, it was well known as one of the more likely lock-in venues.
Tonight it was quiet when we got there. The bar light was off and the front door locked.
"Must've closed up early" I said as Liz tried Mollie's phone.
"Hmm, keeps going to answer-phone. She definitely said she'd wait though, and we're not that late. Maybe she's cleaning up."
We quickly made our way round the side of the pub to the back door, leading from the garden, peering through the window as we did so.
Suddenly Liz stopped, pulling me short.
"Shit!" She gasped and pulled me over to where she stood at the window, "Look at this!"
"What?" I said, perplexed, as I peered, blurry-eyed through the glass grubby glass.
When I saw what she was looking at, I too took a sharp breath as there, clearly outlined in the doorway from the lit rear lounge was Mollie, in a state of undress, held from behind by the bulky shape of the pub landlord, Mick. Mollie was facing towards us, Mick's large body behind her, his big hands reaching round to explore her exposed flesh. Skirt round her middle and her top pushed up exposing her tits, one of Mick's hands was enclosing a breast, the other, pushing her thong down to expose her puff of bright red bush.
Mollie's face was turned away from us slightly, Mick bent down to kiss her lips and tongue as his fingers pushed expertly between her legs, parting her labia and slipping two of his fat fingers inside; Liz and I watching, frozen from the window. I was sure I heard Mollie groan as her legs parted slightly to give him better access to her cunt, a low sound from Liz beside me echoing her obvious pleasure.
Mick pulled away slowly, not breaking his gaze with Mollie's as he took his now glistening fingers from her pussy and placed them in her mouth. Mollie sucked on them greedily as I felt Liz shudder.
"Dirty bitch!" She whispered in my ear.
"Guess she couldn't wait for us, I grinned, catching her eye.
Mick was a big guy in his late forties, married and an ex bricky, he had an imposing frame - at least 6'4" and muscular - the sort of guy you knew instinctively not to mess with. He had gone a little to flab around the middle and bald on top, his head shaven to a shine. Towering over petite Mollie's tidy little frame made him look even more impressive but Mollie had always had a soft spot for him, commenting on how he looked like 'a cuddly bear', at this moment he didn't look so cuddly.
Watching the spectacle, Liz's hand had automatically gone to my rapidly hardening dick, and mine to her crotch.
"She looks fucking hot though doesn't she?" Liz whispered, breathily.
"Always." I replied, slipping my hand between her legs in emulation of Mick's movements, albeit hampered by the tights Liz was wearing.
Suddenly, music blared from the bar, making us both jump.
"Fuck, what was that?" Liz whispered, frozen to the spot, her hand now inside my fly. "Is there someone else there?
Yes there was! Mollie had broken her gaze with Mick and turned back away from him to face the figure now walking towards her from the part of the bar obscured from our view where they'd obviously been putting on the juke box from which the opening riff of Alice Cooper's 'Poison' now emanated, slightly muted for the evening drinking session.
We watched as the figure approached the two from our direction, draining the last of his beer as he walked across the grubby carpet of the lounge.
