This is the third installment of the Friends (not related to the old TV show) series. The first two parts followed our friends through a weekend of unexpected sexual adventures. Still told from Lisa's perspective, we now learn much more about Audrey. This episode starts with Lisa's worries at how she will react to seeing Audrey at work, after watching her fuck Lisa's long time friend Tim on the dining table, right in front of Lisa and Lisa's husband Alan.
Like the last one but even longer, this story starts slow, but brings in some more action in the middle and at the end.
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This won't be that bad.
I keep telling myself this as I drive to work. I assumed we couldn't possibly avoid each other in a twenty person company. Audrey and I both have the same job title, Analyst, at our small consulting firm, even though we analyze very different things. We were also two of most junior members of the company. I started two years ago, right out of college; a year after Audrey had done the same.
I was thinking back to how I arranged for Audrey to come to our Friday night poker game with Tim, a college friend of both mine and Alan, my husband. Also there was Frank, Tim's younger brother and another college buddy and Mary, Frank's current fling thing. Both Audrey and Tim were currently single, and in at least Audrey's case, getting grouchy about never getting laid.
I figured they might be compatible, but things went way faster, way farther than I (anyone?) expected, with Audrey laying stark naked in front of Alan and me, while Tim ate her out and fucked her with his monstrously thick cock. I really only knew Audrey at work, where she was always staid and successfully downplayed what turned out to be a stunning body.
As obvious as my assumptions about seeing each other seemed, I never did interact with her at all, beyond seeing her once or twice across the room. No eye-to-eye contact, no meetings together. Audrey was back to her staid appearance, with her large chest bound somehow in her business power suit -- God that must get sore by the end of the day -- and her beautiful fiery red curls tamed and back in a bun. Her glasses completed the bookish look. I wonder if she actually needs them; she didn't wear any to the poker game.
At dinner that night, I express both my relief and frustration to Alan at the continued uncertainty. I know Audrey will be visiting a client on Tuesday, so no concerns until Wednesday. Alan was clearly planning something on his own -- just what I need, something else to make me stressed. It probably has to do with my newly discovered exhibitionist streak, seemingly unleashed by Audrey's performance. I'm not about to go flashing people in the park, but last night we had discussed my need for some occasional release. And like he often did, Alan had come up with a plan, he just wasn't quite ready to tell me.
Tuesday was a busy day at work, but otherwise non-eventful. And dinner was nice but nothing more. Neither of us seemed especially eager for sex; we just went to sleep. We were both recovering from a very busy weekend -- ten orgasms in less than 24 hours for me. Not little kind-of-nice orgasms, but ten full hair raising, scream into the night, pussy-clenching orgasms.
Wednesday was a back to worry about Audrey day. Mid-morning, she sticks her head into my office and says, "We can't really keep avoiding each other forever. If you are still willing to be my friend, can we go out to lunch, just the two of us?"
"Sure - K&L Lounge at noon?" I suggest. I didn't think I was avoiding her, but maybe she is me, and that's why we never interacted on Monday.
"Can you make it 12:15? We can walk over together."
"Sounds great -- I'll make a reservation for a good table," I respond as she pulls her head back out of the office and back to whatever she was now hurrying to. K&L Lounge was really more of a bar than a restaurant. Just around the corner, with great sandwiches and good burgers and salads. Some of its tables are off by themselves, making it a good place to discuss business deals and, by reputation, lunchtime trysts.
As soon as she is gone, I text Alan to say we were going out to lunch together to talk. He texts back "Good?" and I respond with a thumbs up emoji.
She comes by my office at 12:10 and we head over to the lounge, casually chit-chatting on the way.
Once at our table, I order a sandwich and a coffee, while she gets a chef salad and a glass of white wine. Once the waiter is gone, the talk gets real.
"I am still somewhat in shock over Friday night. I need to talk it through with someone; you are the only one I think I can be honest with about it," she starts. "Monday, I still felt too vulnerable to approach you. Now I guess I feel like I have already been so exposed to you, there is nothing more to fear."
Well she certainly was exposed to me. More exposed than anyone ever had been to me. At least anyone I wasn't physically involved with at that moment. Images of Tim's head buried in her red muff pop into my head unbidden.
"I will say I was amazed at what was happening. And it had an impact on me. I don't think you noticed, but I got myself off watching Tim eat you out. We came at the same time."
"No, I hadn't noticed. It hadn't even occurred to me that you would be so turned on."
"Oh yeah. That was the sexiest thing I have ever seen. And it seems to have released something in me. I'm not sure if Tim told you anything about dinner Saturday."
"All I know is who went out to dinner. He never really talked about it."
"Well I was in a weird mood and opted for the sluttiest outfit I ever have worn. All through dinner, Tim and Frank kept ogling my tits. As did the restaurant staff. And an old guy at the next table over with his wife. I even had a little accident on the way out to make sure he got a real good close look at my boobs. I do wonder what his wife said when they left," I add, chuckling.
"Tim, Alan and I all drank too much wine at dinner and then it poured on us on the way home"
"Yeah, I remember that shower coming through around 8:30."
"Well we got soaked and Mary's sundress was basically see through on her, as were my pants -- it became obvious that neither of us were wearing panties. And my silk blouse (with no bra) might as well have been blue spray paint. It left no question of the detailed shape of any part of my chest."
"What did you do?"
"Mary ran into her room to change -- or maybe just to get fucked by Frank a few more times. I should have gone back to get changed, but I announced I wanted a coffee to warm me up. Alan, showing neither of us were sober, decided that I needed to get out of the wet clothes, then and there in the middle of the kitchen. Tim said he was leaving, but didn't right away; he got a full frontal view of me before actually leaving."
"He certainly didn't mention that part of the night to me."
"I was wondering about that. Anyway, after warming me up, both temperature-wise and sexually, Alan put me on the counter and licked and nibbled me to two orgasms. Mary tried to sneak out to grab her purse when I had quieted down from the first. She ended up seeing me sitting nude on the counter while Alan was eating my pussy. So I showed off a lot more of me than I ever have before."
"We have that in common."
"I don't want to start flashing people on the street, but part of me likes the feeling of being watched. Alan has always liked to ogle me when he can catch me nude, and I would let him. And enjoy the attention. But the most skin I had probably shown anyone else was at the beach, and even there I wore pretty conservative one piece suits. These girls need a lot of support if nothing else," I say, hefting my boobs a bit with my hands.
Audrey responds, "I have been an exhibitionist since high school. I have always had to control an urge to flash some skin. You may not believe it now, but in college I generally wore clothes that didn't cover much. Just enough to stay legal. Any more was just to tease the guys. Everything changed when I went to look for a real job. I got an interview for my dream job, at one of the big national accounting firms. I found what I thought was an appropriate but flattering outfit. I got called back for a second interview and then a third, now with the regional manager, who was a senior partner in the whole firm.
"I was shown in by his secretary, who looked like she had been working for him for at least forty years, and sat down in the chair across the big desk from him. I pushed my resume across the desk and he glanced at it. Then he checked out my chest, not even trying to hide the stare. Then back at the resume, before finally looking me in the eyes. '4.0 and valedictorian, huh -- how many blow jobs did that take you?'. I turned bright red with anger and shouted 'I earned every one of those grades with hard work, you old bastard!' and stormed out. And then I cried for two days."
I could see the rage and tears welling up in her eyes even three years later.
