All characters are over 18. Hope you enjoy.
GETTING READY.
You could always count on certain friends for the best conversations. Sarah was one of those. We had already discussed her and her husband's hall pass list. The list of certain celebrities that if you ever got the chance to have sex with them, then the other partner couldn't get offended.
Granted I was surprised by Sarah's choice of James Corden, but each to their own I guess.
"Who would be on your list?" She said.
"I don't need a list," I said. "I meet any celebrities and I get to open my legs without remorse."
Sarah laughed. I didn't get the whole commitment to one person thing. I liked the freedom too much. That wasn't to say I hadn't had relationships. I had, and I enjoyed them, but I found it too stifling.
"Turns out you're top of the list for both our choices of a realistic threesome opportunity," Sarah said. I laughed. More a nervous surprised giggle than an actual laugh. I recovered quickly. Was that really something she had talked about with her husband?
"Not sure I should be flattered or offended?" I replied. Her head tilted in confusion. "Only because you both know I'm the only dirty fucker that would be game. Not sure it would be wise though."
She laughed. I wasn't lying. They were close friends, and it'd be a very bad idea to mix things up that way.
I was surprised I was their option. I'm told I'm pretty, and I dont have much trouble pulling, but I'm small and skinny. At 5'3, and around 50kg, with small breasts, I was a short boney rake. We had other friends that I considered sexier. I suppose I was also constantly told not to underestimate my looks, so i guess I have something. Probably the fact I was a dirty horny fucker.
"No wonder you wanted me to stay over," I said flippantly, carrying on with the mascara I was applying.
Sarah giggled strangely and I glanced her way. My naive self chose to ignore it and change the subject, only ever so slightly. Looking back I should have realised how nervous that laugh had been.
"You two still trying to spice up the old sex life then?" I asked.
"Yeah," she said. "It's definitely working." She glanced my way, flushing pink.
"Oh do tell," I said, turning my knees her way.
"Later," she said.
I tutted. "Mean," I said. I stood and pulled my hoody off and then my t-shirt. I picked up my other top from the bed.
"Are we going out anytime this year?" Dave said from the doorway. "I need to book a taxi. If you two reckon you might be done sometime in the next few hours I'll give them a heads up." Sarcasm strong in his tone.
"It takes time to ensure perfection is reached," Sarah said, applying her eyeliner.
"You are always perfect to me, my sweet," Dave said.
"Ugghh," I said, making gagging noises. "I'm trying to get dressed here guys. I don't really want to vomit inside my top." They both turned to me, laughing. I pulled my white satin cami top over my head, feeding my arms through the thin straps before pulling it down over my bra. I didn't normally bother but the top was a bit see through when wet, and England was England. You could never rely on the weather.
They both watched me and I smiled. I had changed here loads of times, and doing it in front of Dave wasn't anything new. He never usually paid me a second glance. It was strange them both watching. I'd be lying if I said I didn't enjoy their looks. The exhibitionist in me never faded.
"Jealousy doesn't suit you Han," Dave said, winking. "You obviously just want a piece of this." He rubbed his well earned beer gut.
"There's plenty to go round," I teased, returning his wink. He laughed. You couldn't help being a little jealous of the two of them. Even me, who was terrified of commitment. These two were the complete opposite to my commitment phobia self. I had known them for years and I had almost forgotten what Sarah was like without Dave. They came as a pair now, and that was fine by me.
I loved them both to death. Two of the most genuine people you could meet. There for anyone when needed.
"When are you getting ready anyway?" I asked him, giving him the once over. He was in his usual attire of black t-shirt with some random metal band I had never heard of on the front, and a pair of jeans.
"Cheeky shit," he replied. "I am ready."
"Oh. Sorry," I said, laughing. I smoothed my top over my slim body. Sarah and Dave still watching me. I noticed something in their looks that I hadn't noticed before, or so I thought anyway. Sarah turned back to the mirror and Dave watched her.
I was imagining things. It had been a long week, and my usual horny ass mind was up to its usual tricks. I had always felt incredibly comfortable around these two. I often got ready here for one of our nights out. Sarah and I got ready whilst Dave hung around chatting, always being the perfect gentleman, averting his eyes, or no lingering stares, not that it would have bothered me. They were devoted to each other.
As I said, we were close. So close I had vague recollections of Sarah and I sharing a drunken passionate kiss on the dance floor the last time we were out. To Dave's great excitement.
"I have to dress down for fear of tempting the ladies too much," he said, smiling. "I wouldn't want my evening ruined by fighting them off this fine body."
I laughed again. "You're such a gentleman. It is a constant struggle not to jump you," I said. "My evenings are always filled with dreams of your fine body."
"You couldn't handle me," Dave said, still grinning. I knew he was pissing about. He was the least boastful person I knew, unless it was about how fast he could down a pint. I had failed many times trying to beat him on that one.
"Do you want a bet big guy?" I teased. I glanced at Sarah, checking we weren't pushing things too far. She was smiling. This was nothing new, we all flirted with each other.
"Maybe I do," he replied.
"Not sure Sarah would appreciate us testing that theory," I said. "Or me turning her husband into a quivering wreck." Dave laughed.
"I don't know," she said, making me look her way. "Would be quite the sight to see."
"And I do love a challenge," Dave added.
"You phoning that taxi then?" I said quickly, this time definitely changing the subject, and taking a large sip of my wine. The thought of a threesome always got me excited, and that wasn't wise here. We always had a bit of flirty banter, but there felt a bit more to this, and that confused me.
I leant over Sarah to finish the final touches of my make up. Not that I bothered with much. Dave grunted something and disappeared. Sarah watched me intently and I smiled. We heard Dave mumbling away on the phone and then returning.
"Just over an hour," Dave answered. "They were moaning, it was busy."
"Gives us a bit more time for pre-drinks," Sarah said, raising her glass as a toast. She was finished getting ready and looked gorgeous. Her long wavy blonde hair cascaded over her exposed shoulders. The red strap less dress tight to her, hot as fuck, curvy body. Short too on her slender legs. She had a great pair of breasts. Far more ample than my little orbs.
"You look amazing," I said, turning back to the mirror and fluffing up my long dark hair. It looked blacker in this dim light.
"Thank you babe," she cooed. "So do you. I love those jeans on that peachy little ass of yours."
I blushed. Like I always do when I get a compliment. The ripped black jeans i was wearing were tight as fuck on my legs, and I had to admit they did make my little bum look pretty good.
"And that top is amazing," Sarah continued. She turned sideways in her chair to face me. Her head level with my chest. She touched my thin waist below the white lace cami top. Both hands on my ribs. "That flat tummy....." She stroked my stomach, the low waistband of my jeans making her touch way too close to where the nerves ignited most in my body.
"What shall we do to pass the time?" I asked, trying to stay cool. An innocent question just to move the subject away from me.
"I'm sure we could think of something," Sarah said. She shared a look with Dave that sent a shiver of pleasure through my body. "What do you think honey?" she asked him. "I'm not sure I can wait for later."
"Wait........for....." I stammered, as she teased my belly with her fingers, sending good tremors through my body.
Her hand went up over my ribs and under my loose top. She cupped one of breasts through my lace bra. My nipples already hardening. I was too stunned to finish my sentence.
"I think you should do what feels right baby," he said. His eyes drank in our position. My arousal flared. I spend the majority of my time in a high state of horniness, and it doesn't take much to send it into overdrive. Like now.
My head spun to Sarah as her hand dropped to the button on my jeans as she stood and positioned ourselves facing each other, undoing it as she leant in to kiss me. Our lips touched as her hand slipped into my jeans and pants. I groaned loudly as her finger found me. It happened all so fast I didn't know how to act.
"But we just got ready?" I gasped. The tip of her finger ran up my centre, teasing me apart. My first worry showed how my mind worked. I wasn't bothered about the fact the couple were coming onto me, and that there were a million reasons why that was a bad idea. I had known them for years, and shit like this could ruin that. I was just worried about the fact we had just spent ages getting ready.
Her free hand found a breast again through my top. We kissed hard and I groaned into her mouth.
She slipped a finger inside me and I bit my lip, my eyes closing at the pleasure that rippled outwards from between my thighs. I felt her move it inside me, my legs shaking slightly. I cupped one of her breasts through her dress and squeezed. It felt as good as it looked.
"But you're so wet," she replied. "It would be rude not to take care of that first." My answer came as a long yearning groan as she pushed her finger deeper inside me.
"Mmmm, I like that sound," she said. "More of that please." She added another finger. I had one hand on her hip, the other on her breast. I couldn't do anything though. All my concentration on the fingering I was receiving.
"Holy shit," I gasped. My legs shook again in excitement. A yearning sound slipped from my lips.
"She wants it Honey," she said, turning her head to Dave. I looked over and he smiled. He didn't say a word, just quietly watched as his wife fingered me. Sarah turned back my way. She moved closer.
