Paper People Pooling Assets

There had been something between Jane and I on numerous occasions over the years. But never by both of us at the same time. And in the event one's feelings became known to the other, we were doomed to share in a discouraging bout of real talk before an indefinite hiatus of friendship. And then, we'd always come back to each other, in some brave reclamation that would slowly devolve into our same tragic pattern.

This is all to say, it was hard to be friends with Jane because I'm only human. She was just so beautiful, and she knew it. And though her pursuits of male companionship tended to fail rivalling me, I couldn't blame her for trying. After all why, when she was inclined towards me, did I always deny her? I don't know for certain. Maybe I didn't believe she was serious. I'd always make some excuse about the importance of the friendship.

If experience matured us at all, it eventually brought us to spare each other the details of our respective extracurriculars. That's why I hadn't told Jane about Rachel, the clerk from the stationary store, who I'd been having incredible sex with. Not to mention Rachel's friend Annie, who'd once been a third party for us, not to mention a finishing canvas for me. Jane, surely, would not have wanted to hear about it, and I would have been happy to keep those worlds separate. But I didn't, and I think I'd struggle to find sympathy from anyone. Let me explain...

It began with Jessie and Craig, a married couple who were friends of Rachel's. Jane and I were eating in a pub and, strangely, she recognized them before I did.

"Oh, my god," she whispered. "Do you see that couple over there? Look quick."

"Yeah!" I said, not letting on that I knew them.

"Don't stare!"

"What about them?"

"Okay," Jane blushed and lowered her chin near the table as if to be readying secrets of national security. "I can't tell you how I know this, but they're... famous."

I was befuddled. "Them? Famous how?"

"They're... a cam couple," Jane said.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean they cam. They have sex on camera and people pay to watch them. They're... pretty big."

"What? How do you know?"

"I said I can't tell you how I know!"

I cocked an eyebrow and grinned at her. "I suppose I can guess."

"Screw you. What. Like you never watch porn?"

"No, sure. I just never imagined you were the pay-for-porn type."

"I'm not usually," said Jane, shrugging off the initial embarrassment and choosing to own it. "But I saw them on Reddit and they're both so fucking hot that I had to make an exception."

She wasn't wrong. Jessie and Craig were hot in a sort of distant, unattainable way. He was jacked and she was elegant and curvy.

Anybody would have loved to watch them fuck, and I immediately made a plan to do so at my earliest opportunity. But first came the clashing of worlds. Jessie, on her way back from the bathroom, spotted m, in spite of my best effort to evade eye contact, and she came over to say hi. I was friendly but didn't give much toward a conversation. I introduced Jane, who was wide-eyed and emphatic but didn't call me out for lying - not until Jessie had gone.

"What the--? You know them!"

"I'm sorry, yeah."

"Why didn't you say anything?"

I considered how I might explain myself without divulging the Rachel of it all, but under pressure, there seemed no logical way. So I told Jane about how I'd been hooking up with this girl from the local stationary shop, and that it wasn't serious but admittedly a lot of fun, and I copped to having met some of her friends, but I left Annie out of it. Jane, to her credit, was cool about everything. She said she was happy for me and that I shouldn't have felt like all my dating had to be top secret. I figured that was the end of it.

Jane said she had to get back to work, so we settled up and parted ways. She worked as a personal assistant to this millionaire property lawyer and it kept her pretty busy. Most of what I knew was superficial, like her general stress levels and whether or not she was available to hang out. Her boss was secretive, and I understood that Jane was likely contracted to a certain discretion. So it was highly unusual when she called me a few nights later and invited me up to the big house.

"He's in Europe all weekend, and I'm mostly off the clock," she explained. "I have full access though. There's a room for you. We can swim in the pool if you want."

I agreed, and not with hesitation, although I'm sure my surprise was detectable. I packed an overnight bag and swim trunks and took an Uber to the given address. The house was hidden behind trees and a massive panel gate. I rang the office from a keypad and Jane answered and then buzzed me in. I emerged into the private driveway and approached the gorgeous mid-century dwelling. It was made of white concrete, with large tinted windows and a rugged mahogany door.

I hadn't seen Jane since that day at the pub, but I had thought about her unusually often. Jessie and Craig were to blame. I'd gone home after lunch and set to tracking down their raunchy online presence. It wasn't easy actually, but once I found them, I found all of them. Hundreds of videos, (many of them free to access) amounting to millions of views. They were all full-on hardcore amateur porn. But their production value was high. Skillful lighting, multiple angles. They fucked in their bed, on their couch, their table, their back deck, in their shower. They used toys, and performed standing sixty-nines, and various other acrobatics. They often fucked roughly, and there was cum-play. He fucked her in the ass, and though I didn't pursue these in particular, it was evident she did the same back to him. There was even a series of threesome videos, co-starring a petite redhead who wore a lingerie mask to protect her anonymity. Jessie seemed to love fondling the girl as much as Craig did. And of course it was surreal to watch such videos of people I knew in the real world, but the most disruptive aspect of it all was Jane. I wasn't getting off to Jessie and Craig. I was getting off to Jane getting off to Jessie and Craig. The thought of her touching herself to these clips was firmly repositioning her in my desire's eye-line. Like it or not.

She answered the door before I could even knock. She was in sunglasses and a flowing summer dress. The light carrying through from the back patio rode her figure and her motion traced her body upon the fabric. Jane's long brown hair was down, and though she was technically at her workplace, her look of relaxation made her positively radiant. The house interior was extravagant and timeless, with spotless marble floors and esoteric art lining the main hall. It was mostly open concept and the infinity pool was visible out the back. That's where Jane led me, and along the way, she declared, "I have a little surprise."

All was revealed when we reached the pool and I saw Rachel, sprawled on a lounger. "Hi, stranger," she said.

"What are you doing here?"

"I was invited, thank you very much."

"What's going on?" I begged, turning back to Jane.

"Relax, will you?" she said. "We go way back. I got curious about your mystery girl, so I looked her up on Facebook. Then I saw she was Rachel."

"What?" I gasped, like an idiot.

Rachel clarified. "Camp friends are friends for life, you know."

"I thought it was a fun coincidence," said Jane. "Now we can all hang out."

"No, sure," I said, trying to save it. "I'm just surprised."

I don't know why I felt like I was in trouble. I wasn't committed to anyone, and I'd been more or less honest with both of them. In hindsight, they were both delighting in my frenzy, and making me feel out of control in this way was all part of some girlish prank. Thankfully, I collected myself fast.

We didn't swim right away. Jane and Rachel had been catching up in the late-day sun. They were both fully dressed so I knew they hadn't taken dips yet. For a while, we sat poolside and drank Prosecco and nibbled at a cheese plate. I asked Jane if she was allowed to have company at her boss's house. She said not expressly, but that he'd never find out. The bubbles helped ease my worries all the more, and I was reminded through chatting that both Jane and Rachel were expert socializers. It was such an easy hang.

By the end of the bottle, the sun was setting, and Jane commenced the next activity.

"Who wants to swim?" she asked, rising to dip her toe. "Ooh, it's so nice."

"I don't have a suit," said Rachel.

"I might have something for you."

Notably, Jane and Rachel had different body types, but they were both thin, with little waists and round asses. Jane was tall enough to model, and her breasts were a bit bigger than Rachel's, so I wasn't sure how their swimsuit sizes would match up. But Rachel agreed.

Just inside the patio doors and to the right were two consecutive guestrooms. Jane told me I could change in the first, and she and Rachel would go to the next. Another crucial architectural detail is that the entire back of the house was glass, and with the second guest room annexing perpendicular to the first, I was given a direct view through the window. And theoretically they could have seen me also, but they didn't appear to notice. Jane was not a stranger to this house, but I guess this dynamic was new. I quickly swapped my jeans for trunks and remained in the same tee in which I'd arrived. Before turning to exit the room, I caved and shot a look across the deck to the girls the next room over. I might have been ashamed but both of them remained clothed. Jane had pulled a drawer open and was presenting a red bikini. Rachel took the top piece and held it against her chest. They laughed and it was clear the determination by both was that it would be too large. Then, with the same confident whimsy I'd seen in her many times before, Rachel lifted her dress and pulled it off in a single motion.

She was in a simple baby blue bra and panties that exposed her butt cheeks and framed her waist with a furrowed trim. Jane did not appear surprised by all this, but I guess the expectation was that they'd change together as women do. I saw her hold out the red bikini again, and Rachel waved it off, like what she had on would be fine. I knew this would create a challenge for me, given my typical impulses when near Rachel in a state of relative nakedness. Jane tossed the bikini onto the nearby bed, and aped Rachel by stripping off her dress. Now I really felt like I was breaking a rule. This was my old friend, standing a room away, in a white bra and white cotton underwear. There was nothing suggestive about any of it. Just immaculate Calvin Klines on the perfect body of a woman I'd only ever dared to wonder about. How could I not look? Hell, even Rachel was looking. And if there's any questioning my integrity at this point, I'm proud to say I didn't linger. Jane's back was to me, and when she reached to unhook her bra and exposed her bare back, I forced myself to turn away, and I returned to the pool deck, carefully positioning myself along the walk.

They found me waiting on the pool's ledge with my feet dangling in the water. Rachel was in her underwear and, before I had the chance to comment, she explained, "Nothing fit, but we're all adults here," as she tossed a towel on the lounger and waded into the water without hesitation.

Jane was in a proper bikini. We'd been friends for years, and we'd been swimming together before, but I'd never seen this suit. It was cream-coloured with little sage leaves in the pattern. Its top was cut to maximize cleavage, and the bottoms were skimpy, only covering the most private areas, and they tucked snugly upward in the back, so her butt was mostly visible. The bottoms were tied in bows on either of Jane's hips, and save only for the little strings, her body appeared almost nude in profile. Her cotton underwear had more coverage than this little number, but context was everything, and that stolen vision of her wasn't quickly fading. She retrieved one of the inflatable water seats from the far bin, and as she crossed the deck I tried hard not to stare.

Responding to Rachel, Jane said, "You also have nothing to hide from present company, as I understand."

Rachel giggled. "True," she said, and slipped down into the water, letting it reach her neck and tease her hair. She turned to me and added, "I'm actually being quite polite. Back in the camp days, I'd have been au natural."

Jane plunked the floaty into the water and carefully slid herself in, wetting her lower half a bit. "That's true," she said. "But every camp needs an initial skinny dipper to get the ball rolling."

I assumed this meant Jane hadn't been a stranger to nude swimming either, but all I could confirm on my own was that Rachel was indeed gifted at getting things rolling. All these hypotheticals swarming, I decided it was wise to get into the water and conceal as much modesty as possible. I peeled off my tee and dropped in from the ledge. The temperature was perfect and the level reached my chin as long as I crouched a bit.

"What about you?" Rachel asked me.

"What about me?"

"Ever just say fuck it and swim in your birthday suit?"

Jane answered for me, and she mocked a little in doing so. "Too bashful, this one."

"Oh" said Rachel. "Have you never seen him naked?"

Jane looked at me and bit her lower lip to stifle a blushing smile. "Nope. Never so lucky."

"But he's seen you naked?"

"No, I guess I'm a prude too," said Jane.

What the hell was happening? How did Rachel consistently wield this power in all forms of company? "That's not fair," she said. "You've both seen me naked, and I've seen both of you, but you haven't seen each other."Neither Jane nor I said anything. Rachel gave a dramatic eye roll and reached to unhook her bra. She said, "I can't deal with this repression," and suddenly she was topless in the pool.

Jane laughed, which gave me permission to do the same.

"Now you," said Rachel.

Jane repeated the lip-bite and bounced her eyes between us. The silence that endured her consideration felt long, and thank god my lower half was submerged. I never in a million years expected her to cooperate, much less with so little coaxing. But sure enough, Jane lunged from the floaty, butterflying into the shallows, and when the wake had settled, her top had been removed and tossed upon the deck. She'd done it this way strategically, so it would be clear her tits were out, but obscured beneath the water. Although with the sun now setting and the pool lights on, I could see more than I think she thought. I was rock hard from the very idea of this gorgeous creature, always at a distance, now freely sexual in my presence, and I had to adjust myself without making it obvious.

Rachel cheered and clapped as the three of us paddled into a cluster. "Doesn't that feel better?"

Jane laughed and said, "Why, it's like camp all over again."

"Gosh," said Rachel. "I hope so."

"Wait, aren't there probably cameras out here?" I asked. The thought came on quickly and I blurted it out without thinking, but immediately felt like such a square.

Jane just shook her head and said, "Nothing I don't have access to."

We bobbed there for a bit, making idle chatter. Rachel let herself float on her back, openly exposing her breasts to the darkening sky. But Jane remained modest, yet comfortable. What I could detect of her boobs is that they were as remarkable as the rest of her, and certainly, I thought, she should be proud to show them.

As usual, Rachel urged the risqué talk. "I can't believe you two never hooked up even once."

"Never," I shrugged.

Having been in the Annie situation, I recognized what Rachel was hinting us toward, but this was so different. Jane was my close friend, not hers. There was no way she was going to instigate something. But I wasn't entirely surprised when she tried.

"Never even a kiss?"

Jane smiled and said, "No."

"What a terrible waste," said Rachel. "I don't think you should let another second pass."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean have a kiss! I'd really love to see it."

Jane and I exchanged awkward looks. Confident we were on the same page, I spoke for both of us. "I don't think so."

Mercifully, Jane laughed and nodded.

"Boohoo," said Rachel. And she dropped it from there.

We remained in the pool for a while, and when the time came to get out, I got to see Jane's breasts, unencumbered by water save their glaze of scattered droplets, which sparkled in the nightlight. She ascended the steps with grace and certainty. Rachel and I followed her, and I knew Rachel enjoyed watching her as much as I did. Her bottoms, being only delicate panties, were all but transparent when wet, and I wanted to stare at her too, but tried my best to remain cool. Jane did not restore her top, but she did cover herself with a towel. So Rachel and I did the same.

"We can order some food if you guys want," said Jane. "But I have to shower off first."

There it was. One can imagine the contrivances that followed. The thing is, we all needed to rinse the salt from our bodies, and we could have taken turns but Jane said we might as well go all at once, that the rain chamber off the primary bedroom was plenty big. She said it so matter of factly, and it's not as if she was offering up anything specific.

Her towel remained over her shoulders, with her tantalising bikini bottoms peeking out below. Rachel and I followed her down the hall and now I was free to watch Jane's incredible ass shimmy side to side as she led. I sensed Rachel looking up at me and I turned to her. She whispered "Dirty boy," and I was pretty sure Jane didn't hear.

The shower was massive, with polished granite walls and a single glass panel sheltering the thousand-nozzle rain-style head. Jane leaned in to turn it on, and she swept off the towel and tossed it aside. Unlike Rachel, she shielded her nipples by holding her forearms upward and tight to her chest. It wasn't an overly successful strategy. Then she tested the water and, bottoms still on, she quickly hopped in, finally dropping the modesty act and allowing her perfect tits to show proudly. Rachel followed suit and I stared for a second at the two beautiful women, each wearing nothing but a single piece of cover, letting the hot shower pour over their hair. Then I hopped in too.

It really could have retained some innocence. True, I'd never see Jane the same again, but we hadn't necessarily hit a point of no return, even sharing a steamy shower with a third person. The water pressure was strong and it felt good to let it batter me. The other main thing I felt was the tightness of my trunks, and in these close quarters, there was no discreetly managing the situation. Jane was running her fingers through her hair when Rachel called attention to the obvious.

"So, you're a little closer to having no secrets," she said. "He's seen your tits, and you can get an idea of what he's packing."

Jane took a flagrant look at my bulge, which was embarrassing but I couldn't blame her.

Rachel then asked, "Either of you want to reconsider that first kiss?"

Again, Jane and I just looked at each other. But it wasn't awkward this time. Her face was angelic now, and her eyes showed total willingness. Rachel didn't give us a chance to answer. "Someone ought to," she said, and she took Jane's face in her hands and pulled her in for a long and luscious French kiss. Jane barely looked surprised. Both girls' eyes were closed, their breasts crashing together, and they moved their hands around each other's backs and held one another sensually.

When they pulled away, they were smiling as if this had been a long time coming. They looked at me and Rachel urged Jane in my direction, this time without words. The water beat down and made us slippery. That's what I remember about touching Jane at first. She was slippery smooth as she leaned against me, pressing her chest snugly. And we kissed. Not like old friends, but like highly reactive bonds that reached peak chemistry when exposed to hot water and carnal tension.