Watching Laura

When Jane walks into the kitchen in the morning and sees Laura already sitting at the dinner table with a steaming mug of coffee, she freezes. She almost turns tail to hide in her room, but remembers that Laura would have no idea that Jane had been shamelessly touching herself to the view of Laura and her partner the previous night. If anything, acting out of the ordinary would only make Laura suspicious.

It's not like she can say anything, Jane reasons. She was the one having sex in the living room, of all places.

"Morning," Jane says, and she's relieved to find her voice sounds normal. She walks over to the fridge and grabs a yogurt.

"Morning! You look exhausted."

"Yeah, well, midterms were rough." Laura makes a small sympathetic noise. Jane grabs a spoon and sits down at the table across from Laura, trying not to stare too much. Laura's sleep camisole doesn't cover a lot of skin, but even a more conservative T-shirt couldn't hide the faint red marks on her neck. "How'd you sleep?"

"I was up pretty late," Laura says, raising her coffee mug. Her cheeks color and she looks into her drink. "Brennan's here, by the way."

Jane swallows too much yogurt and coughs. "Brennan...?" That must be the man from last night, Jane realizes. The name sounds familiar, but she can't place it.

"We went on a few dates last month. Then he was out of town for a few weeks, so I didn't get to see him."

"Oh, right." Jane remembers Brennan now. They'd never formally met, but Laura had gushed about how kind and funny he was, and Laura had seemed a little listless the past few weeks. "Is he a student?"

"No, he graduated two years ago. He's friends with Jake, that's how we met."

Jake is Laura's brother, with a reputation for being on the wild side. Jane raises her eyebrows. "Another frat boy then?"

"No, just one of his work friends," a deep male voice says, and Jane looks up in surprise to see the same man from last night walk into the kitchen. They lock eyes and Brennan smiles. She didn't notice last night, but up close in the daylight Jane can see that he's quite attractive. He looks surprisingly clean cut given what she saw and heard of last night's activities, but Jane tries not to focus so much on that. A strange expression flits across his face but he simply makes his way to grab a mug from the cabinet (how did he know where we keep the mugs?) and pours himself a cup of coffee.

"Babe, any more coffee for you?"

"I'm good, thanks," Laura says, smiling brightly.

Brennan takes the seat to Laura's right, kissing her temple. "You got up so early," he says, voice low.

"Sorry," she murmurs back, flushing. "We're usually up pretty early on weekends," she says, eyes darting to Jane, then back to Brennan.

"As long as you're not avoiding me," he says sweetly, then reaches around her shoulder and squeezes her left breast.

Jane startles at the brazen display, and Laura lets out a small squeak, but Brennan doesn't react. He brings the mug to his mouth and takes a sip, his hand still on Laura's breast.

"Laura's told me a bit about you. Your name is Jane?" he asks.

"Hm? Oh. Yeah. I'm Jane," she says dazedly, tearing her eyes away from Laura's breast with difficulty. It's hard to meet either of their eyes, and she looks down into her yogurt. "I'm Laura's roommate," she says lamely.

"Yeah, I figured that out," Brennan laughs. Laura whimpers softly and Jane sneaks a glance, biting her lip when she realizes that Brennan is pinching and rolling her nipple through her camisole. Both of her nipples are hard, poking out from the thin material. "Laura says you study mathematics?"

"Um. Yeah. And statistics." Jane squirms in her seat.

"That's cool. Quantitative girl, huh? I've never had much of a brain for numbers. Using a spreadsheet is about all I can do." His fingers push down her camisole and Laura's left breast pops out. Jane can't believe it. She blinks rapidly and pinches her thigh, but she's not dreaming. This is really happening! That perfect, full breast is on display again, and Jane wants. She feels a rush of arousal between her legs, and her own nipples are hard, poking through the soft cotton of her sleep shirt. "Doesn't Laura have the prettiest nipples?"

"Mm - huh?"

"Her nipples," he says, like she's slow. Jane supposes she is slow to understand what's happening. With his other hand, Brennan pulls down the other side of her camisole and Laura's right breast is freed from the fabric as well. He starts pinching them and Laura moans. "Look at the color. So pink. I just want to put them in my mouth. Don't you?"

Jane flounders. She looks at Laura. Laura looks shyly back, eyes a little glassy, biting her lip. "Do you?" Laura asks softly.

"Yeah," Jane says, once she can find her voice again.

Brennan leans down to suck a nipple into his mouth. Laura whimpers, back arching slightly.

"Go ahead, Jane," he says. "Your turn."

Slowly, Laura leans over the table until her breasts are dangling next to Jane's face. Her right nipple is still glistening with Brennan's saliva. Jane tentatively reaches out and cups Laura's breasts in her hands, feeling their weight. Laura's breasts are full and round and every bit as soft as she imagined. She swipes her thumbs over her rock-hard nipples, feeling Laura tremble in response. That gets Jane excited. She swipes her thumbs over and over her nipples, flicking them until Laura is shaking. Then she captures one in her mouth, dragging her tongue over it.

"Oh! Jane," Laura gasps. Jane releases Laura's nipple with a soft 'pop' noise, horrified at her actions. But Laura isn't mad, or even upset; her eyes are closed, mouth wet and parted.

"That's good," Brennan says softly, pulling Laura onto his lap. One hand continues to play with her breast, and Jane sees the other snake down between her belly until the edge of the table hides her view. She almost groans in frustration, wishing she could see his fingers play with Laura's pussy.

Brennan follows Jane's gaze and smiles. "You want to see me touch her?" Brennan asks.

"Yes," Jane says softly. She's aroused by the display, the naughtiness of the whole situation only fanning her desire.

"Okay. But first, you have to take off your shirt."

"I - what?" Jane's voice is panicked, brought back to reality for a moment.

"Your shirt," he says patiently. "Laura, don't you want to see?"

"I want to see," Laura moans. "Jane, take it off."

Laura wants to see her nude! As if hypnotized, Jane lifts up the hem of her shirt. Brennan and Laura watch her intently and she closes her eyes as she awkwardly lifts the fabric over her head, and then she's nude from the waist up.

"You've got amazing tits," Brennan says.

Her breasts are smaller than Laura's, but she privately agrees. They're perky and fit perfectly in a pair of hands, instead of spilling out almost obscenely like Laura's.

The chair scoots against the wood floor as Brennan stands up, lifting Laura in his arms. He sets her down on the table facing Jane, her legs spread. It's clear now that Laura was only wearing a pair of lace panties when she sat at the kitchen table that morning, a tiny scrap of cloth that's drenched and now tugged to the side, revealing a glistening mound and pink cunt. There's a look of surprise and shame on her Laura's face as she's so suddenly exposed to Jane.

"Now you can watch as I touch her," Brennan says, and his fingers find her clit. He continues to play with her left nipple, kissing her neck.

Laura whimpers, grabbing his arm. "I'm close," she pants.

"Hear that? She's close," Brennan says. "Want to give her a show, get her there faster? Touch your breasts."

Jane listens. Her nipples are hard and begging to be touched anyway, and she moans when her hands finally brush against them. She watches Brennan's fingers play Laura like an instrument, sees Laura's wide eyes on her own breasts with an expression like wonder, the desire plain and intense on her face. It feels good to be admired by two people, to have her pleasure be their pleasure too. Brennan leans in to scrape his teeth on Laura's ear and she cries out, hips bucking, knuckles white.

"I'm cumming!" she cries out. "Brennan, Jane, I'm! I'm cumming!"

Laura seems to cum and cum, body trembling and hips lifting off the kitchen table as she cries out wantonly. Her skin is flushed from her cheeks down to her breasts, and her legs jerk as the waves of pleasure ebb through her. Jane moans at the sight, the desire to cum almost unbearable.

"Good girl," Brennan whispers. He pats her cunt, making Laura twitch and whimper, and fondles her breasts again. "You're so beautiful when you cum. Isn't she, Jane?"

Jane swallows. "Beautiful," she pants. Her hands are still playing with her nipples, though it feels more shameful now that it's not for Laura or Brennan. She feels perverted, playing with herself in front of them for her own pleasure.

"Jane, do you want to cum too?" Brennan asks, smiling at her.

"Do I -?"

Laura leans over the table and locks eyes with Jane. Slowly, Laura presses her lips to the corner of Jane's mouth. She pulls back, looking at Jane uncertainly, and this time Jane leans forward, pressing their lips together in an open-mouthed kiss. Laura tastes like coffee, and her tongue is hot and insistent in her mouth.

"Do you want us to make you cum?" Laura asks, breath hot on Jane's skin.

Jane closes her eyes. "Yes," she breathes.