The Drunken Incident Pt 03

Before I start the third chapter, I'd lie to apologise for the delay. I'm afraid life got in the way, with some very exciting news that my partner and I had our first child! Sadly, it wasn't all good news, my nan also passed away. Between these and my university course, I'm afraid I haven't had any time to continue the tale. If you haven't read the first two chapters, please look at my profile and if you enjoy them, consider leaving me a good review!

And now, we begin...

***

Another few weeks passed after the night with Erin. We weren't able to do anything else as James and I decided that with our holiday coming up so soon, and with still so much to do, he may as well spend the last few nights at our house. That isn't to say that we had a repeat of the days and weeks after our first, very drunken, night of passion. This time Erin couldn't pretend that nothing had happened, or that we both didn't feel strongly about each other. Indeed, there were many, many occasions when we passed each other in the hallway, or at work and gave each other a coy smile, or else a tap on the bum.

James and I went skiing a few days after. If you've never been, please do go. Seriously, if you take anything out of these stories - go skiing! The slopes were amazing, as was the sex. Once more, a night with Erin had seemed to awaken a beast inside me that could only be tamed with sex. I'm sure James counted himself the luckiest man alive as I rode him for the umpteenth time that week. It seemed that every time we got back to our chalet after a session of skiing, I was either putting his cock in my mouth, or pushing him down on to the bed and straddling him. Needless to say, he didn't complain.

For my own part, my heart and mind were split between James and Erin. Whenever we had sex, I found it to be a pretty even divide between who I was thinking of.

Halfway through our week in the mountains, James heard from his sister, Emily. Before we had left, he had told me that she had broken up with her girlfriend. This had turned out to be incorrect information, as the text that she sent him told us that she had, in fact, broken up with her earlier that day. Apparently the girl had been cheating on Emily for quite some time and this had understandably left Emily heartbroken. Perhaps it was the news of cheating, or perhaps the fear of what Emily would do to me if she found out that I was doing the same to her brother, but the guilt soon kicked in again. To ease this, I suggested that she stay in my room for the week, whilst she found a new place to live - especially as Erin wasn't at home either due to a family matter.

Eventually, our holiday finished and after two cancelled flights (between which we had sex in a toilet like the classy people we are), we landed safely back in England. Emily picked us up from the airport and dropped us home as a thank you for letting her stay in my house. I was dropped off first, giving James a quick kiss goodbye, before l lugged my suitcase inside. Emily then drove off with James, as he had said that she could stay with him for a few weeks. This was great news for me for two reasons. Firstly, as Emily, who was a clean freak, had slept in my room and had now left, she would have cleaned my room for me with meticulous detail. Secondly, and most importantly, it meant that I had Erin all to myself with no interruptions.

Sadly, nothing physical was able to happen between immediately us as Erin had gone to stay family due to an unexpected death in the family a day into my skiing holiday. She had left immediately and wasn't due back until after the funeral. We had still been texting each other, however. Even during my holiday we had been sending flirty messages and sending pictures to each other. One time, she had even asked that I call her just before James and I fucked so that she could listen and play with herself. With this in mind, I rushed upstairs and into Erin's room, stripped myself naked, and sent her a video of me playing with myself on her bed. Within seconds, she had seen the message and I only had to wait a few minutes to receive something similar from her.

***

I didn't see Erin or James for the next week. James had spent most of his time trying to find a place for Emily to live, and Erin was still away. I sent regular photos and videos to both, still conflicted with my feeling for them.

It was Erin I saw first though. I hadn't really paid much attention to the rota at work and therefore missed that we were to be working together on the early shift. I arrived at 5.30 that morning, unlocked the door, grunted a very tired noise to my manager, and headed upstairs to the staff room. I had only just stepped through the door when hands grabbed me and pushed me hard against the wall. Before I had chance to fully appreciate what was happening, I felt a tongue slide into my mouth and meet my own. It was only at this point that my mind caught up enough to recognise that Erin was kissing me. Immediately I sank into the kiss, my own tongue darting around hers so that they were like two dancers in the middle of a passionate Argentine Tango.

It was Erin that broke the kiss, moving her head back just far enough so that I could see her properly for the first time.

'God, I missed you,' she said, slightly breathlessly. 'The photos weren't enough.'

'There were videos too,' I said as innocently as possible. 'I missed you too, by the way. And hi, when did you get back and why didn't you tell me?'

'I didn't tell you because it's been on the rota for ages, and I assumed you would have realised. But I've literally only just got back, all my stuff is in my car - which you also walked past on the way in by the way, another clue that I would be here.'

I never got the chance to respond to this as Erin closed the distance between us once more and slid her tongue inside my mouth again. I was ready for it this time and kissed her back immediately. We stayed there for what felt like an eternity, our tongues dancing around each other. I could feel myself getting wet just from this. It had been too long since I had tasted Erin and my body yearned for more. The sex with James had been some of the best that I had ever had, but I needed Erin in that moment.

Our hips began gyrating, grinding against each other, and we began to moan. This time, using all the self-restraint that I could muster, it was me who broke the kiss.

'We've got to help Carly set up ready for the members,' I said breathlessly. Carly was our manager, the one I had grunted to on the way in. It was this that made it even more painful to break my reunion with Erin early because Carly was, to put it bluntly, a complete and utter bitch. She had been put on this planet with the sole purpose of making life as miserable as possible for as many people as possible. This meant that not only was I going to have to stop kissing Erin, but I was going to have to stop to help out the embodiment of evil.

To my surprise, however, Erin merely grinned and shook her head at me. I looked confused. Erin and I both knew that not helping Carly out would piss her off, and that she would then take her anger out on us over the course of the shift. If we helped now, she might be in a good mood, and we could sneak in a few more kisses before going home together where we would really get going. If we didn't help, she would be annoyed, and we would barely see each other all shift. My confusion clearly showed on my face because Erin soon shared the secret.

'I've already done everything,' she said. 'I got here half an hour ago to do everything before she got here. She hasn't even set anything up herself, she's just sat downstairs making sure there's enough change in the till.'

'Blimey,' I replied. 'I bet she was happy with you.'

'Ecstatic,' Erin said, still smiling. 'She told me to just chill out upstairs until a few minutes before we open.'

'Fuck me, has she ever said that to anyone? She actually told you to just chill out?'

'No, she told both of us too,' she said coyly. 'Now, about your other request...'

'Other request?'

'When you just told me to fuck you,' Erin said, before shutting me up for good with another kiss.

The kiss was far more frantic this time, as though we were both worried that the world might end any moment and we wouldn't ever be able to be intimate again. Our hands roamed each other's bodies. An involuntary gasp left me as Erin slid her hands under my shirt. Just that small contact was enough to set my whole body on fire. Pure lust coursed through every vein in my body. My gasp became a moan as my hands found Erin's skin. I'd forgotten how soft and warm it was.

Erin's hands left my skin and knocked my own off hers. I pulled back slightly, but she only gave me that coy smile again. I felt my shirt being lifted over my breasts, exposing the rather bland bra that I had worn that day. Mentally, I kicked myself. I should have worn something sexier. I didn't have long to berate myself however, as new waves of pleasure rolled over my body when Erin pulled down my bra and let her tongue glide slowly around my nipple. I let out another low moan, trying not to be too loud for fear of alerting Bitchface downstairs.

All I could do was arch my back as Erin continued to suck on my nipple. Her left hand was soon massaging my other breast. I ran my hand over her dirty blonde plait, inhaling the scent of it as my motion caused the aroma to be released. It was all getting too much, I could feel myself getting wetter and wetter, my thighs were beginning to get coated in my own juices. I sent silent thanks to whatever deity was listening that I had decided to wear shorts today, rather than leggings. I knew that the wet patch on the leggings if I had worn them would have been impossible to explain.

'I'm not going to last much longer,' I said. Each word was an enormous effort to get out as my orgasm was rising to a crescendo inside me.

With that, Erin withdrew herself from my nipples and shook her head.

'Not yet,' she whispered, before sliding her thumbs into the waistband of my shorts. A few tugs later, and they, along with my thong, were round my ankles. Erin brushed her fingers slowly along my slit, eliciting the loudest moan yet from me. I watched as she raised them and took them inside her mouth, her tongue clearly rolling over them, not missing a drop of my nectar. 'Just like I remember.'

With that, she crouched down and forced my right leg on to the chair next to me, exposing myself to her fully. Her tongue slowly parted my lips and rose through them. My legs began to shake, and I wasn't sure if I would be able to hold myself up. Erin was teasing me, going slow as she lapped up my juices. I pulled my shirt up higher, putting it in my mouth and biting down hard to keep from screaming out. Erin looked up into my face, and I could see her smiling as she began to work her tongue faster. As she began to lick around the outskirts of my hole, my back arched further and I threw my head back to the sky, squeezing my eyes tight closed. Weeks of teasing each other had built up my need to fuck Erin to unbelievable heights. The sex with James, whilst incredible, had done nothing to curb my appetite for the beautiful woman between my legs.

I felt a movement below and looked down. Erin had reached between her own legs and was playing with herself. Her own moans vibrated on my pussy, sending tidal waves of electricity crashing through my body. I watched as she slowly slid her hand from between her legs and lifted it up towards me. Instinctively, as though it was the nectar of life itself, I lowered my head and took her fingers into my mouth. The taste was as divine as I remembered, and I yearned to taste it from the source. However, my enjoyment of finally tasting Erin again was soon overpowered as she clamped her mouth down on my clit and at the same time, inserted two fingers into my cunt. They slid in easily, as though my body was welcoming home a long-lost friend. My head lifted, and I saw myself in the mirror opposite, being brought to orgasm by the most beautiful woman I knew. The sight and thought of it spurred that feeling inside me on even more.

It was all of this happening at once that finally sent me over the edge. My knees buckled and my eyes clamped shut as I came hard on Erin's face. The sensation seemed to last an eternity, and I'm certain that in the time it took for me to come down from my orgasm, entire galaxies had formed and been extinguished in the cosmos. When I opened my eyes, I saw Erin grinning like a Cheshire Cat from between my legs. She planted one last kiss on my pussy and stood up.

I was still struggling to stand as she began inspecting her face in the mirror and wiping my cum from it. I only began to become aware of my surroundings again as she laughed at me. Sheepishly, and feeling like I could happily slip into a year-long coma, I began to stand up straight again. It was at this point that I felt a light breeze on pretty much the entirety of my body. I looked down to notice that by tits, pussy and legs were all still exposed. I pulled my bra back up, then pulled my shirt down in silence, still recovering from the pure ecstasy that I had just experienced. My legs wobbled as I reached down to pull my shorts and thong up from around my ankles.

'What do you think you're doing?' Erin asked sharply.

'Getting ready to start work,' came my response. 'I think people might notice if I'm not wearing anything on my lower half.'

'You're still wearing your trainers,' Erin replied with a wicked smile. 'Don't think you're wearing that today.' She pointed at my thong which had just reached my knees. She reached out her hand expectantly. Smiling, I slid my shorts and thong completely off, before handing her the latter. It was as I was pulling my shorts back up that I glanced up and saw her inhale my scent from my thong.

'Enjoying yourself?' I asked, smiling at her. She returned my smile, before putting the underwear in her bag.

'And would you look at that? Perfect timing,' she said, looking down at her watch. 'Carly will be opening the doors any second.'

With that, she gave me a quick wink and opened the door. She paused halfway through and turned to look at me again.

'Invite James over tonight, I want to try something.'

On that enigmatic note, she left, the door swinging closed behind her.

***

The rest of the day was full of the same usual monotonous tasks that are the joys of lifeguards. My mind was scrambled, however, wondering what on earth Erin wanted me to invite James over for. I had had sex with him dozens of times since my last night with her, and I assumed that we would therefore be spending the night with just us. The only thing that I could think that we would be doing was a threesome, which had never appealed to me before. Even now, faced with the prospect of one, I wasn't keen. I know that lots of people fantasise about them, and plenty have had them, but I prefer to put all my attention into just one person.

I barely saw Erin during my shift, other than handing over to each other on poolside, but I didn't think that Carly was to blame. I rather got the impression that Erin was playing some kind of game with me. If she was, it was definitely working. I still hadn't fully come down from the orgasm in the staff room, and the only thing on my mind all day was her.

Eventually though, my shift came to an end. Tired and horny, I trudged back to the staff room to see if Erin wanted to do anything during the afternoon. To my dismay, however, she wasn't there, and neither was her bag. I knew that she had finished half an hour before me but assumed that she would wait for me like usual. Of course, I had forgotten that we had both driven in today, and there was probably little point in waiting for each other. And so, I picked up my bag, and headed back to my car alone.

Even more confusingly, Erin's car wasn't outside our house either. It was therefore with somewhat of a deflated feeling that I slid my key into the lock, turned it, and entered. As I stepped inside, I felt my phone vibrate. My heart seemed to skip a beat as I looked at it, hoping it would be from Erin. It fell a few inches, however, when I saw that it wasn't. Instead, it was from Scarlett, one of my old work friends who had left a few years ago.

Hey! I'm back for one night only tomorrow. Night out? x

I smiled to myself. Scarlett had always been a bit of a party girl and that certainly didn't seem to have changed. I began replying, before watching another message appear just below it.

Miss you friend x

I deleted the reply I was typing, saying that I wouldn't be going out with her as I would be on another early shift the day after. After all, I hadn't seen her in ages and knew that Erin would happily swap shifts with me. So instead, I began typing again, a smile spreading across my face at the thought of seeing my friend again.

Scar! I've missed you! Definitely! Tell me when and where and I'll be there! X

After sending it, I quickly typed out another message to Erin, asking her to swap shifts with me, and headed upstairs to take a nap.

***

I awoke a few hours later in the disorientated state that one can only be in after waking from a nap. I wouldn't have been able to tell you the year that we were in if you'd asked, and my throat seemed to be doing its best impression of the Sahara Desert. After a few seconds, I noticed an arm slinked around my waist, the warm body it was attached to was pressing into my back. Looking at the arm in question, I saw that it was Erin's hand at the end of it, and I snuggled back into her. She let out a contented moan, and I rolled over.

'Oi,' I whispered. 'This is my bed; I think you're lost.'

She smiled; her eyes still closed. 'Five more minutes.'

'What do you mean five more minutes? You're in my bed.'

This was greeted by silence. I poked her. Silence. I kissed her. She kissed back gently but remained silent. I went nuclear. Erin screamed as I began my tickling onslaught.

'Stop! Stop!'

I continued. But only for another half a minute - I'm not a monster. Both laughing, we touched out foreheads together, just enjoying being in the moment. We stayed there for several seconds, before I leaned in to kiss her properly. My tongue probed her lips for a fraction of a second before they parted, and her own tongue reached out to find mine. There wasn't the frantic passion of this morning's kiss, this time it was slower, gentler, and seemed to be packed with meaning. Eventually though, Erin broke the kiss.

'Is James coming over?'

'Yeah,' I replied. 'I text him straight after you told me to invite him. I don't suppose you're going to tell me why you want him here?'

'I've just been thinking about something is all.'

'I'm not having a threesome,' I said, a bit sharper than I had intended.

'I should hope note,' she laughed. 'No offence, I know he's your boyfriend and everything, but he's really not my type. He's just...' she paused, looking for the right word.

'Got too much of a penis?' I offered, causing her to laugh again.

'Maybe not how I'd have put it, but yeah,' Erin replied.

'So why do you want him here?'

'I just want to do what we normally do, lie on the sofa and watch a shit film together.'

I gave her a shrewd look. It has been somewhat of an unspoken tradition between the three of us to watch shit films whilst Erin and I lay spooning on the sofa together. Obviously when we had first done it, Erin and I were no more than friends. James had thrown a pretend tantrum the first time it had happened, saying that it should be him cuddling me. Ever since then, it had been an unwritten law that he do the same again, and myself and Erin ignore him, staying cuddled together. It was a silly thing, but it was our thing. Now though, it was going to be completely different. I wasn't sure my guilt would be able to handle it this time after the evolution of my relationship with Erin.