Last Friday, my friend Ted called. "Hey man, you wanna do something with me and Maria later?"
"Sure, why not." I replied as I didn't have anything planned for that night. We ended up going to a bar and watching the game on a big screen. After a few rounds--me sticking to just two since I drove--the game buzzer blared, cutting through the bar's waning pulse.
Ted stretched. "Man, that game was a snoozefest," he said, leaning back. "It's still early though--what's the plan?"
He glanced at Maria, who sat quietly beside him. She paused then gave a small shrug--her way of saying she was cool with anything.
"How about we head back to our place, throw on a movie or something?" Ted turned to me.
"Sure, I'm down." I stood up, paid the tab, and we all shuffled out, piling into my car for the short drive to their place.
Once we got to their place, Ted and I sprawled out on the couch, sinking into the cushions. Maria went to the kitchen and returned with a bowl of popcorn in her hands, settling between us. She set the popcorn on the coffee table and tilted her head toward Ted.
"Who's the blonde?" she asked. It was clear she'd caught a snippet of the chatter between Ted and me earlier.
Ted grinned. "I was telling Jay he should've asked this girl from the gym for her number, but he wouldn't do it."
"Why? Is she pretty?" Maria's gaze shifted to me, curiosity flickering in her expression.
I shrugged, keeping it nonchalant. "She's alright, I guess--not really my type."
Ted snorted, waving a dismissive hand. "Oh, come on, I saw you checking her out."
"What? I didn't say she's ugly, just not my type." As Maria watched me with an amused smile, I blurted out the second part before I could stop myself, "I mean, if you ask me, Maria's so much hotter than her."
The room went dead quiet after I said it. Maria's eyes widened, a flicker of embarrassment crossing her face.
A little context on my relationship with the couple: I'd known Ted for about eight months, ever since we met at an event where we bonded over how lame the food was. We'd become good friends--recently hitting the gym together every so often as he wanted to get into better shape. And when it comes to Maria, we were surprised to discover that I'd briefly lived in her hometown halfway across the country. That unexpected connection made us become good friends pretty quickly as well.
Ted overall is a down-to-earth dude; however, I'd say he's always been a bit attentive with Maria. Nothing over the top, but you can tell he keeps an eye out. Knowing that personality trait of his, I've always kept things chill with Maria--not that I'd try to flirt with her in an overly sexual way. She's attractive, no doubt--I'd caught myself staring a few times even. But hitting on a friend's girl? That's not me, never has been. So when that line slipped out, I knew I may have crossed some sort of a line, and was wondering how Ted would react.
To my surprise, Ted didn't seem fazed by the comment at all. He just leaned back with a soft chuckle, like he'd taken it as a compliment instead. Still feeling a tinge of awkwardness in the air, I set my beer down on the coffee table and muttered, "Gonna go use the restroom."
When I came back a few minutes later, something had shifted. The mood felt different--lighter but charged, like a current had sparked while I was gone. Maria's cheeks had a subtle blush, and she was avoiding eye contact with me.
As I sat down, Ted finished his beer, then said, his words slurring faintly as the night's drinks caught up. "You think she's hot, huh?" It was a nod to my earlier remark, not quite serious but seemingly not entirely joking either. Not knowing exactly where he was going with it, I shrugged, "Just telling the truth."
Ted smirked, his hand sliding up Maria's thigh, tracing the curve of her hip. "Can't stop talking about how hot my girl is, huh?" He nudged Maria, who rolled her eyes but couldn't hide the faint flush creeping back. "Bet you'd kill to get a piece of this Latina booty," he teased, his hand giving her ass a loud smack.
I'd seen Ted being handsy with Maria in my presence before; however, it didn't change the fact that I'd never heard him be this outwardly sexually explicit about his girlfriend.
"You know, Maria and I have been thinking about this for a while--us doing something wild, like a threesome." He continued. "So, wanna join us? I've caught you checking her out, don't think I didn't notice."
Although I wasn't completely shocked, the proposal still came as a surprise, only because I didn't think Ted was the kind of person who'd feel comfortable sharing his girlfriend with another guy. I glanced at Maria; her face flushed a deep red as she shrank into the couch, her lips parted, but no words came out. Instead, she swatted Ted's arm, a nervous giggle slipping through her embarrassment. She didn't object, though.
Ted laughed. "Oh, come on, babe, don't play shy now--she's onboard, man, we talked about it."
The air in the room thickened, a slow burn creeping through me as Ted's words and Maria's blush fueled the tension. "Really? I assume you're not just fucking with me," I replied, leaning in.
Things kicked off gradually. Maria sat still between us, her eyes darting anxiously between Ted and me, her lips sealed tight in anticipation. Ted flashed a grin, sliding closer to her, his hand running along her thigh. Maria slightly shifted on the couch, and I suddenly felt her curvy frame brushing against me.
"You cool with this?" I asked, keeping my voice low.
She nodded, barely perceptible, her lashes lowering as she murmured, "Yeah... if you are." Encouraged, I slid my hand to her waist, pulling her gently toward me.
Ted chuckled. "See? Told you he's been dying to get his hands on you," he teased, egging me on.
I moved my hands up her back, my fingers brushing her skin as I felt her curves shift under my grip. Maria exhaled shakily. I tilted her chin up gently; her warm brown eyes met mine for a fleeting second before dropping. Her lips parted slightly, I lowered my head and pressed my mouth against hers. The kiss started soft--her lips warm and hesitant against mine--but I deepened it, my tongue brushing hers, coaxing a quiet whimper from her throat.
With help from Ted, we tugged the top over her head together; her dark, straight hair tumbled free as it cleared her shoulders. Her light brown skin glowed in the dim light, and her bra cradled her boobs. She stiffened, arms crossing briefly over her tits in a flicker of shyness. I pulled her closer, reached behind her back to unhook the clasp, and slowly slid the straps down. As her bra slipped away, I couldn't help but murmured, "Well, damn." Maria's tits, not extremely big but beautifully shaped, were crowned with a pair of huge dark areolas, which I have to admit I've been attracted to.