Mary Mary Not Contrary

This story is part seven of my series called Friends. It can be read on its own, but the characters make much more sense if you have read the earlier parts. The series tracks the growth, personally, professionally, and sexually, of a group of friends. Alan and Lisa are a young married couple. Audrey and Tim are a newly formed couple, as well as Alan and Lisa's best friends. Mary, who returns in this chapter, after being mostly absent from the last four, is Tim's brother Frank's ex.

This chapter starts the morning after Audrey both discovers she is getting a big promotion at work and Tim gives her an engagement ring. Alan and Lisa are recovering from a major blow-up the week before. All four are trying to come to terms with their quickly evolving sexual relationship.

This chapter returns to being told from Lisa's perspective. This is also the first chapter in the Group Sex category. It will not be the last.

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Bzzz. Bzzz. Damn, I didn't put my phone in do not disturb mode last night. But the sex with Alan was good. It's nice to be almost back to where we were.

Bzzz. Bzzz. I can hear Alan in the shower. I guess I can get this. Picking up my phone, I see it's from Audrey:

can u give me ride this morning?

Okay, I text back:

now you text me -- what about last night?

.

And then

what time should I get there?

My phone shows her response:

sorry 2 busy celebrating last night

.

Then

8:30?

I check the time, it's only 7:45, plenty of time.

c u then

I better take my shower now though. I walk into the shower and grab Alan from behind, like I did over the weekend to re-ignite our sexual selves. Before I let him get his hopes up too high though, I say, "Sorry lover, no time for more than a hug this morning -- Audrey needs a ride."

"Time for a kiss?" he asks, as he turns to face me.

"Just a kiss. And maybe another quick hug."

After a short snuggle, I steal enough of the water for my morning hygiene needs, finishing my hair after he is out. By the time I am back in the bedroom, he is dressed and about to head out.

"Could you eat with Audrey tonight?" he asks, "Graham was asking me about having a dinner meeting this evening."

"This is Tim's aikido night, so that works. And I have to hear all about her big day yesterday. Marty was right, she will never forget yesterday."

By the time I pull into Tim's apartment lot, she is standing outside waiting. As she climbs in the car, she says, "Sorry for the panicked text this morning. I forgot my car is at my apartment. And Tim was about to leave when I realized that."

"Not a big deal, should I bring you home tonight or to your place?"

"Here I think, I may just leave my car at my place for the weekend, if you can take me again tomorrow. It makes parking easier."

"That's fine," I say. Then I become more insistent, "Now Show Me! Show me the Ring!".

She holds her left hand out and I examine the ring. It's a classic gold engagement ring with a big sparkly diamond mounted on it. It looks expensive.

"Wow, Tim went all out for that one."

"Nothing but the best for me. The biggest diamond. The biggest cock."

We both giggle.

She asks, a little sheepishly, "Alan never gave you one, did he."

"We never really got engaged in any real sense. We had been living together for almost three years when we got married. We just kind of decided the date, but I think we had both assumed it was a matter of when rather than if. Besides, we were saving for a downpayment."

"Well you saved pretty well to get that condo."

"Actually, when we started looking, we realized we were way short. Zardoz Labs had made a very generous offer to Alan, but he negotiated to reduce the salary in exchange for a signing bonus. That still wasn't enough for OUR condo, but his parents gave us another big chunk for a wedding gift."

Then I add, laughing, "I just hadn't realized we were buying the Audrey O'Rourke nudist colony."

"Hey, I have promised not to flash anyone for almost two weeks!"

I give her my sad face. And we laugh some more.

"I almost flashed Marty, actually. He asked if squashing my tits for work was uncomfortable and I told him definitely after a while. Then I asked if he minded if I loosened things. I managed to not actually flash him, but after he told me about the partnership, I was literally bouncing up and down in my seat. He had to ask me to stop because my bouncing tits were too distracting to him."

"You had a different conversation with him than I did, I guess. We had a good talk, but he never commented on my anatomy," I replied.

"I think he wanted to emphasize that he had a wild streak in him as well. He was pretty pissed at me for the bet in the bar."

"I didn't tell him about the bet? Did you?" I ask.

"No, he guessed it all. I think he has a pretty good idea of what our Saturday nights are like too. He was disappointed that I could have risked ruining my career if the bar situation had gone sour. And really pissed that I might have put you in danger."

She adds, "By the way, he described himself as an 'old perv' and said he would enjoy hearing my tales -- he wouldn't judge."

"You DID have a different conversation! Back to your engagement, have you and Tim talked about when?"

"We both agreed a year or two from now. We need to figure out who is coming and how many we can afford. Then look for a location and everything. It's going to be a lot of work."

"We got away with a relatively little and easy wedding. Sixty people I think. But you have bigger families and I didn't have a career at all yet."

"I am only planning on inviting Marty. If we are the new partners, I guess I should invite Javi and Michelle. And maybe Sam. And their significant others. It does add up.

"And you of course. Would you be my maid of honor? I was torn between you and Mary, but she is more a mother to me than anything else, so I think you make more sense."

"Of course I will. We can plan everything together. Are you up for dinner tonight? Alan has a dinner meeting."

"Tim has aikido, so works well. The condo or out? Most of my kitchen stuff is either at Tim's or already packed."

We agree on out.

When we get to the office, she is about to go off to get work accomplished, but I grab her and push her towards the empty conference room. And I shout to the whole office, "Everyone in the conference room. Audrey has a big announcement!"

When most of the company has ambled in, she holds up her left arm and says, "Tim gave me a ring! I'm engaged!."

Everyone claps and several, mostly women, come up to look at the ring and ask her about Tim. I see Marty wink at me.

The morning goes by smoothly. I review a draft of the plan for the last project that we are about ready to send to the client. It is exactly what I had discussed with them a few weeks ago. I expect a few nits from them, but this should go smoothly.

Just before lunch, Marty, Audrey and I have a meeting with some of the support team to talk about our current project. The three of us agree that they are ready to move forward with the economic development and revitalization pieces, although they may only choose to do one first. That's going to be a bit of a fight between George and Iris. Both are gung ho to start yesterday. We talk about the specifics; the contract person will send them each a proposal for our standard consulting services for the projects. Audrey thinks they are less certain on our other services. Those services are always a harder sell unless there is a crisis already.

I briefly consider inviting Marty to lunch with us, but I decide not quite yet. I still haven't heard enough of what Audrey thinks about his plans for us. So she and I head to lunch by ourselves. Lunches with Marty can come later.

Once at our table, Audrey asks, "I'm a little weirded out by what happened last night. Have you ever blacked out during an orgasm?"

"No?"

"Blacked out isn't quite right, but something like that. Tim and I had fucked furiously once already last night, and then, as soon as he was up for round two, we had a wonderful slow screw. The orgasm for that just built up and up. When I came, I lost all sense of space and time, and it was just the two of us and our love. Almost like we were floating in emptiness, but even emptiness counts as space. When I came to, I was hugging him. He was concerned about me and I had to ask him if he had cum."

"That IS weird. Yesterday evening was an immense amount of emotion, so that probably explains it. But if it happens again, I would probably go see a doctor."

"It's what I would expect from a hallucinogenic drug. Definitely weird," she concurs.

"So what do you think about the plans for the four of us analysts? Exciting isn't it," I ask.

"Yeah, it's going to be awesome. Marty stressed that all of us have work to do. And no more Sleazy Eddie!"

"Any idea when he will tell Michelle and Javi? We have to make sure that we don't plot too much stuff by ourselves without them."

"I think in the next couple of weeks. By the way, Marty was happy that you are taking that art class. He thinks you have real talent there. He felt bad making you give up the drawing you had been doing for us."

She changes subjects, asking, "I saw Marty wink at you. Had he guessed the engagement too?"

"No, that was me. I told him it was probably happening."

"Did YOU know? Did Tim tell you and Alan? I am never going to trust that you are spilling the beans ever again."

"I guessed on the way back home last week that this was probably what Tim was planning. And I let Marty know. He was just acknowledging my insight into you or more Tim I guess."

I shift the conversation to a new topic, saying, "I was chatting with Mary some more about Friday. I warned her about our planned discussion and she is excited to listen in and help in any way she can. It got me thinking, would you be comfortable with her coming to one of your shows if that was a weekend she was coming up?"

"As long as we can trust her, yeah. The more the merrier for me, overall. I think the guys would be okay with it. Another guy would probably be more of an issue."

"We probably need to figure out if we are locking the group to us four or maybe five now. Or how we would decide whether to invite someone in. I think it would have to be unanimous at the very least."

"The only other person I could imagine inviting right now -- and I definitely wouldn't -- is Marty. I think he would love to come. He really is an old perv.

"Oh, I told him I might be modeling for your art teacher. He thought it was a great idea. And he was hoping someone would do a really good picture of me. He wants the company to buy it and hang it in the conference room just to screw with some of the stuck-up snoots. See if any of them recognized the real me."

We both laugh at the idea.

"How are things going with you and Alan now? I haven't heard much of an update since Sunday."

"Real well. The sex last night didn't send me on a psychedelic trip, but it was good. I have given him a little more leeway. For example, he can play with my tits without asking if he is already eating me out. But if I say no, he has to stop instantly. And he can touch me in g-rated ways at any time without permission. But no groping me out of the blue. I think that would still freak me out a bit."

The afternoon goes by quickly. I really do have a different feeling towards work since I had my talk with Marty last week. And being able to talk about it with Audrey makes it easier. I can't wait until we can talk about it with Javi and Michelle, too.

On the drive back, we decide to park at our condo and walk over to Tito's. Audrey wants to go up to change -- she had brought a change of clothes for after work. I give her privacy in the guest room -- no need to break her promise tonight, although ogling her is always fun.

We spend dinner starting to plan her wedding, at least coming up with questions for her to talk to Tim about. How distant relatives? Friends of parents? Sit down dinner or buffet? Open bar? Wedding and reception at same or different places? How many ushers and bridesmaids. Tuxes or suits for the men?

When we get back to the condo, the talk has shifted to work. How we can change our pitch to the towns. New consulting areas that would make sense for us, et cetera.

Alan gets home while Audrey and I are still talking.

"Is that Audrey? I didn't recognize with all her clothes on," he quips.

"She has promised to not flash us for another week. Apparently we are not old enough pervs for her taste these days." I wink at Audrey.

"Hey I didn't flash him. And I hadn't planned to have my bra off in the car with him or I would have chosen a more opaque blouse."

"So you are telling me I should have been worried about Marty?" Alan asks, realizing what old perv we are referring to.

"He seems to only go after skinny women, so you were safe," I say, "It's Tim that has to worry."

"Actually, I had joked with Tim that maybe a quickie could get me a big promotion. When I came home with my bra undone and a big promotion, what was he supposed to think?" Audrey adds.

"But he still proposed, so all is good," I say.

She shows Alan the ring and then heads over to Tim's apartment.

"8:30 tomorrow again?" she asks on her way out.

"See you then."

"She is still giddy with excitement," I say, after Audrey was gone. "It really was an amazing evening for her. All that overflowing of love has me pretty passionate too. Straight to bed, but not to sleep?"

"I'll beat you there," Alan says, starting to run towards the bedroom.

"No, I will beat you once I get there. Beat you off that is."

By announcing my desire for sex, I have given him significant leeway to be more assertive. I want that tonight. I want to be kissed and pampered and taken care of. And fucked. Definitely fucked. Maybe even twice, if he is up to it.

By the time I get back, his pants are off and he is working on his shirt. I sit on the bed in front of him, sucking on his cock while he is trying to unbutton. He finally manages to get his shirt off, despite my distractions; he then gently pushes me over before reaching down to pull off my slacks and my panty.

In a turnaround, he now starts eating my pussy while I try to unbutton my blouse. When I have it partly undone, he reaches a hand under my blouse and starts fondling my breast through my bra.

"Hey no fair. I only used my mouth -- your hand under there makes it too hard to unbutton."

He pulls the hand back, bringing it down to my crotch and plunges three fingers from it into my sopping cunt.

"That's even more distracting!"

Even with the distraction, I manage to unbutton my blouse and slide my arms out and then push the bra up off my boobs. He notices the exposure and brings his free hand up to start pinching my nipples.

I am not going to last much longer with this torture. I grab the back of his head and push his face into my pussy just as the climax begins. He now has little choice but to suck on my clit as wave after wave of the orgasm flow through me.

When my body finally calms a bit, I order him up on the bed and flat on his back. I quickly straddle him, facing forward in a classic cowgirl, my favorite position. I reach back and guide his cock into my waiting hole, still tingling from the orgasm that has just barely subsided.

I start to rock slowly back and forth, feeling his cock move in my cunt. He reaches up with both hands and starts massaging my big boobs. This attention robs me of the willpower for a slow tempo and soon I am rocking wildly on his manhood. He begins to thrust upwards into me, seeking his own release. I reach my hand down to my clit and soon we are cumming together, my cunt squeezing every last drop from his cock. I collapse forward onto his chest and kiss him passionately.

After a while, I just lie still on his chest while an arm gentry caresses my back. His wilted dick still clenched tightly in my cunt. I luxuriate in this position for maybe 20 minutes, until I ask, "Think you can take me again?"

I take no answer as a yes -- I know, not good consent behavior, but I'm not the one on probation -- I slide off his member and spin around, so my knees are beside him and my mouth can reclaim his struggling penis. The oral attention brings life to his manhood and soon his cock is back at full mast.

"Take me hard tonight, Alan. I want that. I NEED that!"

I turn the rest of the way around, on all fours with my ass facing him.

He knows what I need. He kneels behind me and plunges his cock all the way into me. He is fucking me with the fury and intensity I crave.

Suddenly he pulls out and stops. I am about to complain, when SMACK, a hand slaps my cheek. And another. And another. Each one stings, but each also makes me even hornier, even needier. After six hard slaps on my ass, they stop and suddenly he is plunging into me, more fiercely than before.

Just when I think I might cum, it stops. Six more slaps, now to the other cheek. Then back to plunging in and out. I am really close when he pulls out again. But now there is no spanking. He is coming around to my front. I reach my hand under my belly and with just a single touch of my clit, the explosion comes. I scream in ecstasy and then close my eyes, knowing what else is coming. Soon I can feel streaks of wet hot cum sliding down my face.

I think we both worked out needs in that final intercourse. I crouch there for a minute before saying, "Can you come wash your cum out of my hair?"

We head into the shower and although most of our time in there is hugging and kissing, we do manage to wash my hair and our bodies.

We dry each other with towels, too sated to risk starting another session and then climb into bed, falling asleep snuggled against each other.

When Audrey climbs into the car the next day, I am still feeling a calm ecstasy lingering from last night.

She immediately notices, saying, "Someone got laid last night. And pretty well by the looks of it."

"We had a good sensual fuck. And then I told him I needed it hard. And he obliged. He took me doggie, pausing occasionally to spank me. I came so hard when I just touched my clit. And he gave me a facial, which we have almost never done."

"Was he remembering my show? I had not intended that to happen."

"It's okay. I'm sure it was inspired by that, but I think he was marking me as his. It was a show of his love. My only real problem is that it hurts to sit down right now."

"Well, my pussy hurts after another night of intense activity with Big Ben. I have to insist on nights off from him fucking me, but the last one of those Tim ended up fisting me, which didn't give me a good recovery night."

"We can start a club of achy women with over zealous lovers," I say.

We both laugh.

I say, "I have to go straight to the station after work to pick up Mary, so I guess you are coming to the station, too."

"Thanks for warning me."

Work was, well, work. Nothing exciting, but I got lots done. Even lunch was nondescript. We had already discussed our previous nights romantic escapades and we had been together almost all yesterday otherwise.

Mostly, I was anxious and excited about tonight's dinner discussion. And I was kind of tingly thinking about Mary coming. We had never really been more than friendly acquaintances until that last day of her last visit, when she was still with Frank. I wonder if it was just the right moment for us to bond or because I knew she had accidentally watched Alan eating me out the night before. But we bonded in our one hour girls' chat just before she left. And she, inadvertently or not, gave me a good view of her pussy. I really do seem to be a sucker for women who will show me their privates.