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Note: If you haven't already, read My Neighbor Megan, which is the prequel to this story.
Megan and I had been screwing each other for several weeks while still being discreet so as not to initiate any neighborhood gossip. We didn't hide the fact that we were friendly but, since we weren't really any more than friends with benefits, we figured we'd just keep our private life private. I was perfectly content with our arrangement and it didn't seem like either of us was looking for anything more out of our relationship. When Megan introduced her coworker, Shelly, into the mix, I got an even better sense that her feelings for me were not of a possessive nature.
Shelly sometimes rode the same train that we did, both in the morning and after work, so she and Megan would chat, though I didn't think she was aware that Megan and I knew each other. This became much more apparent based on a conversation she and Megan had one morning. Megan and I had been sitting across from each other when Shelly boarded, so she'd sat next to Megan, who didn't acknowledge that we were acquainted. As they were walking to their office after getting off the train, Shelly made a comment about me and Megan never let on that she was talking about someone that Megan was intimately familiar with.
"That guy sitting across from us," Shelly said, "every time I sit next to him, I just want to swing my leg over and straddle him. Stick my tongue in his mouth."
"He lives in my neighborhood," Megan revealed, "He walks by my house every day."
"How do you not just drag him into your bedroom and fuck his brains out?" Shelly asked.
"Well, I never really thought about it," Megan lied.
"You should start," Shelly replied.
"Or maybe you should just come over and I'll let you borrow my bedroom," Megan suggested.
"Don't tempt me," Shelly responded, "I just might."
That was as far as the conversation had gone but, as Megan shared it with me later, she confessed that she had been thinking about it. Not about dragging me into her bedroom, but about encouraging Shelly to jump me, if it was all right with me. My first reaction was surprise that Shelly felt that way about me because she had never given even the slightest indication of any interest. The idea of getting the chance to fuck her, though, was absolutely appealing. She was auburn-haired and, like Megan, had just the right amount of curves. In fact, their figures were quite similar, though Megan was just a bit taller.
"I'd be up for it," I told her, "literally."
As we continued to discuss how exactly to make it happen, I wasn't sure if Megan was just planning for Shelly to fuck me and potentially watching or if she would be joining us. I didn't really have a preference, though, because each scenario was equally appealing to me. We decided that the best thing to do would be for Megan to conspire with Shelly to seduce me without ever revealing the true nature of our relationship. We agreed that the best way to go about it would be for Megan to invite Shelly over, for them to be on her porch drinking cocktails as I walked by, perfectly timed, of course. They would invite me to join them and Megan would get us all into the house then leave Shelly and me alone together so that she could seduce me. With all of it planned out, Megan just worked through the plan with Shelly while making it seem like Shelly was coming up with a lot of it on her own.
When the big day finally arrived, they planned to leave work earlier than usual so that they could be out on the porch by the time I walked by. Megan had let Shelly know that we were at least on a first name basis so it wouldn't be a surprise when she called me over. I didn't pretend not to notice them and was giving them a wave when Megan suggested that I join them. We made small talk on the porch for a minute or two before Megan offered me a drink. When I accepted, she suggested we all head inside so they could also top off their drinks.
"Let me just hit the bathroom real quick," Megan said, once we were in her kitchen.
"You know," Shelly started, once we'd heard the bathroom door close, "there's something I've wanted to do for a long time."
"Oh yeah," I replied, "and what's that?"
She stepped right up to me so that her body was pressed against mine, threw her arms around my neck and pressed her lips against mine. My hands went right to her nice, round ass as I slipped my tongue into her mouth so I could pull her against my growing cock. I wondered if her nipples were hard and her pussy wet and knew that it was pretty certain that I'd be finding out momentarily. After making out passionately for a few minutes, I kissed my way down to her neck.
"You know," I said between kisses, taking her initial tone, "there's something I want to do."
"Oh yeah," she replied, "and what's that?"
"I'd like to lift up your skirt," I told her, "slide your panties off and eat your pussy."
"Oh, God," she moaned, "I want that, too."
I led her over to Megan's couch then knelt before her and raised the hem of her skirt. I had her hold it as I caressed the front of her panties with my fingertips before taking the sides of them and starting to slowly slide them down. Her panties were very sexy, which didn't surprise me since I assumed she'd dressed to impress, and her brown bush (which didn't match her otherwise auburn hair) was nicely groomed. I ran my hands over the smooth flesh of her ass before taking her panties all the way down so that she could step out of them. I then had her sit on the couch and spread her legs for me as I kissed my way along her smooth inner thighs, from her knees all the way to her pussy. I gave her pussy another once over before running my tongue up her slit and tasting the juices that were accumulating there while causing her to moan. Her hands went right to my head, holding me in place, as though I'd really want to go somewhere else.
I slurped up her juices while she humped against my face then slipped a finger into her hot, wet pussy, pumping it in and out a few times before starting to lick her clit. She was moaning loud enough that, if Megan hadn't been aware of what was going to happen in her absence, she'd have easily figured it out. I wasn't sure what Megan had decided to do, but it wouldn't have surprised me if she was watching from the shadows with her hand inside her panties. Shelly's pussy was so wet and hot that I was glad it was pretty much a sure thing that I'd be fucking her momentarily. I wasn't expecting it to take much to make her cum then, depending on whether Megan showed up, I was planning to fuck her right there on the couch, after getting her fully naked, of course.
Since she was responding well to how I was eating her pussy, I didn't vary much in my technique. I just kept focused on providing her with a high level of pleasure, in part to improve my chances of finding myself in this position again. I was obviously happy for the opportunity to fuck Megan, and eat her pussy, on a regular basis but, if she was okay with me also fucking her coworker, I wasn't going to blow an opportunity like that. The longer I ate her, the wetter and more engorged her pussy was becoming. She also seemed to be tensing up more and not humping her pussy against my face as much. She was pulling my head toward her pussy the more she was tensing up, but not so much that I couldn't continue licking and sucking her clit or pumping my finger in and out of her.