The small Washington D.C. row house was packed with a rowdy crowd of twenty-somethings, and music by 'The Chemical Brothers' blasted from some speakers at top volume. It was loud, and it was hot, and it was crowded, and it was beginning to make Allie's temples throb. She wasn't sure why she let Miranda drag her to this party in the first place, but she needed to leave before she committed assault against one of the dweeb's in her way. As Allie pushed her way through the crowd of inebriated Millennials, she rolled her eyes at the kids who were moving chaotically to the defining music.
"I can't believe they call that dancing," she thought as she went looking for her best friend. She eventually found Miranda tucked into a relatively secluded corner talking to Chris. Chris was Miranda's boyfriend, and he bore no resemblance to the throng of drunken losers she had just waded through.
Chris had broad shoulders that filled out the black leather sports jacket he was wearing almost as nicely as his ass filled out those tight jeans of his. They were no match for his chocolate brown eyes, however, which were making Allie's heart skip a beat as he looked up at her. The broad shoulders, seductive eyes, and nice ass along with his ready smile and easy laugh together meant that he was, in a word, dangerous. Standing there looking at the two of them together, she had to admit that she was just a little jealous.
"Hey, you two," Allie said, as she got close enough to be heard over the music.
"Oh, hey Al," Miranda returned, opting for the casual nickname that she had been using since they first met. Miranda was a fair-haired beauty with eyes the color of a crisp winter sky and skin that would make cream look tanned. Miranda knew that she was attractive but she wore that understanding with grace and without conceit. Allie had always admired Miranda for that quality.
"So, are you two ready to get out of here? This music is starting to give me a headache!" Said Allie.
"Sounds good to me," Miranda said, and Chris nodded his agreement as they stood up and started heading towards the door.
Miranda and Allie had met and become fast friends in high school. Both headed off college after graduation and a summer of pool parties and beach trips, and while Miranda had come back to DC after getting her bachelors degree, Allie went on to grad school to get her MBA. It was during the two years while Allie was at the University of Chicago that Miranda had met and then subsequently moved in with Chris. Allie had all the inside skinny on how that affair had gone, from meeting in a bar, to a passionate fuck fest, to finally settle into what it was now, with Miranda and Chris living together in a swanky condo just across the river from Washington D.C.
After finishing up, her MBA Allie decided not to fall into the millennial trap of moving back into her parent's house. Thankfully Miranda and Chris had plenty of extra room, so they offered to rent her one of the master suites. Miranda knew right off the bat that Allie was going to fall for Chris because in her words "he's delicious" and frankly she was kind of hoping that the three of them would become an item, but every time she hinted at the topic with Chris he got uncomfortable. Likewise, she couldn't find a way to let him know that she and Allie had some sapphic experiences with one another. The fact was that even though they both preferred men sometimes they enjoyed the exotic taste of one another as well.
Less than twenty minutes after leaving the raucous party the three of them were at a trendy little bistro called Charley's, sipping on some very refreshing Mojitos and laughing at each other's jokes. As they left the bistro and walked the two blocks to the condo, Chris wrapped one arm around Miranda's shoulders and the other around Allie's. The two petite beauties made exotic bookends, Allie the raven-haired enchantress on one side and Miranda, the ice princess on the other. Snuggled up against Chris' side Allie smiled and felt a little giddy in anticipation of what was to come.
After taking a leak and brushing his teeth, Chris slipped back into the bedroom he shared with Miranda, only to find her splayed out on the bed snoring loudly.
"Ok, very funny Miranda," he said, convinced that she was trying to play a joke. When she didn't move as he playfully tickled her ribs, he began to think that she was serious.
Chris had made it clear that he was in love with Miranda and ever since Allie had come to stay with them he was even more in love with her if that was possible. There was something fundamental about the way Miranda and Allie related to one another. It was one of those situations where one would finish the sentence of the other, and with a look, they knew exactly what the other was thinking. In certain respects, they were like two puzzle pieces that fit together perfectly.
Other than the fact that both of the girls were petite, in appearance they were polar opposites. Miranda had the fresh-faced girl next door vibe with her curly blond hair, cream-colored complexion, and those stunning blue eyes, while Allie was the mysterious one with her long jet black hair, jade green eyes and a smile that said: "I know exactly what your thinking." The truth was that both of them made his head spin and his dick hard as stone.
"Hey, Miranda, you ok sugar?" He asked, but she gave no response other than her loud breathing. He slapped her ass, hard, and still got no response, so he shook her vigorously but she still didn't budge. He knew for sure then that she was out cold.
"Oh fuck me!" He said out loud, aware of the irony in his curse because neither he nor Miranda had been able to 'get any' for over a week and a half while he was away on business. Tonight was supposed to be catch-up sex, and she knew it.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," he said out loud again even as he pulled Miranda further up on the bed and slid a pillow under her head. Finally, resigned to his fate but unable to give up the need to release his sexual tension, he fired up the Blu-Ray player and popped in an old standby porn title that was laying around.
Chris flipped off the main bedroom light and pulled out a tube of chocolate flavored lube that was stashed in the nightstand for those times when he and Miranda felt like playing with her assortment of toys. The TV screen flared brightly as the first scene of the video came to life. On screen, a sexy young girl with small upturned tits slowly turned her back to the camera. Then she bent over at the waist and pulled her white cotton panties down over her ass, exposing her pink slit and tight little asshole which made Chris' dick stir in response.
"God damn, that actress looks a lot like Allie," he thought, as she stepped out of her panties and took hold of the enormous cock that was dangling in front of her face.
Miranda had been trying to get him to talk about what he thought about her best friend staying with them now that a month had passed and it took all of his resolve to avoid the conversation. He wasn't going to ruin this relationship by letting Miranda maneuver him into admitting that he found Allie damn attractive especially since it was entirely clear that he was in love with Miranda and found her equally as attractive. "A bird in the hand," he kept reminding himself and had to smile looking down at his own hand wrapped around his stiff cock.
Sighing, Chris found himself lost in the action taking place on the large TV screen attached to the wall opposite the bed, where the girl who resembled Allie was now vigorously sucking on another big cock. Chris slid his hand up and down his rock hard dick beginning to feel his temperature rise and didn't hear the door to the bedroom slowly open.
