Welcome to Part 4 of the series, 'Four plus one'. Part 1 is in the First Time category: it will make more sense if you start there... or just jump in where you like - that's the idea. Please vote or comment if you like it.
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Mel rattled, then cursed, then rattled again. Neither seemed to work.
She eased the key out of the lock a millimetre, twisted with a force that left a red key print on her hand, grimaced, and the door came open.
"Hi guys, I'm home. That was me breaking the lock. Mel has forced an entry, she has entered the building. Someone's gotta give me a better key! Hi Danny."
She nodded to him through the lounge room door as she whisked into the kitchen, dumped her bag with a crash and took a glass over to the sink.
"It was weird out there today," she said after the first drink of cool, refreshing water. "Driving home, and six people were nice to me! Out-of-their-way nice. Six!" She shook her head at the recollection.
She wandered into the lounge room to see Danny's reaction. Danny was stretched out on the couch, fast asleep.
"Well, I guess you had to be there," she muttered, but with a smile.
Staring down at him, she found herself studying his features. Beneath his dark curls he had level eyebrows, a straight nose and generous lips. With eyes shut, he did not command attention the way he did when awake, but instead he seemed to somehow invite you to look, to be attentive to him. He looked at peace, resting, but the strong arms and broad chest gave him the sense of being ready for action as soon as roused. Mel was reminded of the statues of Greek gods she had seen.
On an impulse, she reached down and brushed the faintly scratchy cheek and soft lips. A tingle of arousal went through her from the touch. She brushed around his ear and down his neck.
They were five in the shared house, four old friends and a new one, who also had a link that was older than the group friendship. The mad experiment of living together as a "fivesome" had created a charged sexual atmosphere all through the house, that triggered the strongest feelings: every look and touch seemed to be leading somewhere. They laughed to each other about it, but they all felt it. Mel was no exception.
Mel's hand paused at Danny's collarbone, then went on down his torso. His waist was solid, not pinched in, and he had firm but not oversized thighs. But Mel's gaze stopped higher up.
Danny was wearing chinos, which gave his lower limbs some freedom of movement. Behind the fly zipper he had used up the spare space with a large erection.
Mel knew men usually had an erection when they dreamt, and seeing the evidence made Mel smile broadly. It also gave her a cheeky idea.
Danny's cock was bent into a curve inside his pants, and Mel decided to help him out a little. She knelt down and very slowly and carefully undid his belt buckle. With a little persuasion the leather slipped through the metal rings and released the pants slightly. Danny didn't stir. She gently undid the trouser button and pulled the loose ends to each side, then heard the clicking.
It came from the door. Click, click, rattle. Mel froze in her position, wondering who could be coming in.
"Bloody thing!" The door had given in and let Phoebe into the house, scowling. Mel was delighted.
"Phoebe! Shush! I'm busy!" she whispered urgently.
Phoebe appeared at the doorway of the lounge room. She took in the scene. A look of astonishment crossed her face, followed by her own cheeky smile. "What..?" she started to ask, but already guessed Mel's intentions as she framed the question. Her smile broadened.
Carefully, gently, Mel unzipped the pants. She stretched the elastic of the jocks inside and lightly eased out the precious contents. Phoebe gasped softly. They both admired the shaft with its fine skin. Fine blood vessels could be seen going down into the dark curls at the base. The head was starting to peep out of the foreskin. Very gently Mel stroked the soft skin over the firm shaft.
"It's long! Is it long? I've never really seen any others, So I guess I can't judge." Phoebe's hushed voice simply relayed her thoughts. "How does all that fit inside?"
This query seemed to fit in with Mel's idea. "Let's find out, shall we?"
"Huh? How?"
"Phoebe! How do you think? I'm guessing there's enough room inside me, but we should check, shouldn't we!"