"I didn't know you had a flat in London."
"I don't," said Graham. "It's my secretary's. She's in Marrakech for the next couple of weeks."
"And you have a key?" Tabi arched her left eyebrow, clumping up the stairs after him in her favourite tan cowboy boots. "Why am I not surprised?" She paused. "So, this guy that's joining us. He's your boss?"
"He is. His name is Dan." He turned abruptly and when she mounted the next step she found herself in his arms. "Tabi, do you still want to do this? You know you can change your mind at any time." She looked up into his face and saw his forehead was creased with concern. She felt a sudden rush of warmth towards him and kissed him deeply, one small hand on the back of his neck, the other pulling his hand down and under her skirt to feel the wetness between her legs.
"Yes, I want to do this."
. . .
Tabi and Graham were necking (like teenagers, Graham thought, amused) on Rachel's couch when the doorbell buzzed. Her stretch top had been pulled up, the cups of her bra down, and her exposed nipples were hard, and wet with his saliva. Graham took her hand and led her to the door to admit Dan.
Tabi was still breathing heavily, her heart pounding and her pupils huge, as she looked up at the new arrival. Graham squeezed her hand reassuringly.
"You must be Tabitha," said Graham's boss. He shook Graham's hand and smiled into Tabi's dark blue eyes before glancing down at her swollen tits. "Good to meet you. Those are lovely. Thank you for having me." His own eyes were twinkling.
He bent and took her face in his hands, sliding his tongue against hers in a wet kiss. Tabi, adrenaline surging through her, shuddered with lust. He moved forward, crossing the threshold of the flat, and Tabi took a couple of steps back with his mouth still on hers. Then he released her and looked her up and down again before moving past her and dropping onto the couch she and Graham had recently vacated.
Dan's height and build, Tabi decided, were similar to Gray's, but he was several years older with smoulderingly dark eyes and a shaved head. His big, square hands were loosely clasped between his open legs as he leaned forward, appraising her. His relaxed air of confidence was in sharp contrast to her taut, nervy anticipation. In her state of heightened arousal, she jumped when Graham put his hands on her shoulders from behind and steered her over to the couch.
"Ssshhhhh," he whispered in her ear, discomfited by the change in her. He had seen her exuberant, blasé, seductive, playful, spoilt, supremely comfortable with her own voracious sexuality; he had never thought her highly-strung. He decided a casual approach was warranted.
"You got here quick," he remarked to Dan, pulling Tabi's top over her head and throwing it onto the low table to the left of the couch.
"I came straight from the office," replied Dan, as Tabi's bra was unhooked from behind and the straps fell from her shoulders.
Graham cupped her breasts in his hands and rubbed his thumbs over her nipples. She breathed in deeply and closed her eyes. Dan watched her chest heave, licking his lips, and his cock swelled between his legs. He unbuckled his belt and unfastened his suit trousers. Graham's hands slid slowly down Tabi's sides and round to her flat stomach. He tugged gently at the belly bar in her navel before easing down the front zip of her skirt, which fell around her ankles. She stepped out of it, moving closer to Dan, opening her eyes to look into his. Her tongue darted out to moisten her parted lips.
"I'll get us some drinks," said Graham. Tabi tore her gaze from Dan's and her eyes followed Graham, anxiously, as he left the room.
"Come here, sweetheart," Dan said and leaned forward to hook his fingers into her knickers and pull them down her thighs. "How old are you, again?"
"I'm eighteen," she replied: the first words she had said to him.
He admired her silken, naked pubic mound and then slipped a hand between her legs, using his forefinger to explore her sopping wet labia before easing it inside her pussy. "I'm going to enjoy fucking you," he said, quietly. "So tight and wet."
When Graham returned with three glasses, Tabi was sitting sideways in Dan's lap, naked except for her cowboy boots. Not just her nipples were wet now: her entire breasts were glistening with saliva and here and there little bruises inflicted by his boss's teeth were forming, beginning to discolour her soft, flushed flesh. Her lips were locked on Dan's, her arms tight around his neck. Graham, who had shared many women, found himself feeling an unfamiliar possessiveness. Her body was so perfect, her cunt so tight, her appetite so fierce, her buoyant personality so in tune with his own - and to complicate matters, she was his daughter's best friend, which inspired a quasi-paternal, almost-incestuous protectiveness in him. Now he felt the need to assert his prior claim over her and, setting down the glasses, he grasped her hips and pulled her lower body towards him, planting the soles of her boots flat on the couch cushions and spreading her legs so she was open to him. He held her knees wide apart and buried his face between her legs. The sweet-and-sour taste of her spread over his tongue as he probed the slippery folds. Her pelvis lifted and she moaned softly into Dan's mouth. Her arms fell from around his neck and she stretched them out above her head. Her inner thighs quivered as Graham's lips closed around her clit and his tongue flicked over the sensitive nub, snapping together to clamp him in place. He slid his hands beneath her to cup her buttocks.
Overwhelmed with sensation, Tabi squirmed and cried out. She felt completely out of control. One of Dan's hands was twined in her long, blonde hair, the other kneading her firm breasts as he continued to snog her, and further down Graham's expert tongue was inexorably forcing her towards orgasm. She concentrated on the mounting climactic wave in her core, arching her back, bracing herself with strong thighs - and it broke. Her hips bucked repeatedly as ecstasy coursed through her insides, and she actually screamed, digging her fingernails into the palms of her hands, leaving red crescent-shaped indentations. Graham continued to press the flat of his tongue to her clit and her slender body trembled, vibrating like a plucked guitar string. At length she caught her breath and wriggled away from his mouth, unable to take any more. Ignoring Dan, she sat up and slid her arms around Graham's neck, kissing him lavishly and lapping her own juices from his face. He kissed her back with an intoxicating blend of tenderness and passion and she reflected that, despite his infidelity to his wife, his secretary and herself, there was no-one else she would have trusted to guide her through the experience she was about to have.
On cue, Dan's impatient voice said, briskly, "Are we going to take this into the other room?"
Without a word, Graham stood up, lifting Tabi, who wrapped her legs around his hips, crossing her ankles, wound her arms around his neck and buried her hot face in his shoulder. Dan shed his trousers and boxers, which had become extremely tight, and led the way to Rachel's bedroom.
