0 comments/ 14257 views/ 8 favorites Sharing Naomi By: TessMackenzie "Have you ever wanted to try a threesome," Matt said. Naomi was lying on her back, on the bed, in the happy comfortableness after sex, just sprawled where she'd ended up. It was late, but not so late she was ready to go to sleep. She was holding one hand up over her head and trying to decide if she needed to redo her nails tomorrow. She kept looking at her hand for a while. She thought about sex. They'd just had perfectly adequate sex, ordinary sex like they had every few days, and that she'd always thought was enough. But maybe it wasn't, not for Matt. "That's kind of sudden," she said. "I was just wondering." "Yeah right," Naomi said. "Just wondering. Just happened to have that pop into your head, right then." He grinned. She was fairly sure he grinned, because he always did when she said things like that. She didn't need to look and check. "None of my friends are interested," she said. "Sorry dude." "None of them, sure." "They're not. And I'm really not in them anyway. Especially Lizzy." "Why Lizzy?" "Ah, because every guy I ever hooked up with wants threeway with her." "People have asked before?" Naomi turned sideways and looked at him for a while, then just said. "Dickhead." "Yeah," he said. "Okay. That wasn't what I meant, though." "Course it wasn't." "I mean, its not one of your friends I'm talking about." "Or anyone else," she said. "No-one wants to. I asked everyone already and they all said no." He grinned again, then said, "No other woman, maybe." She lay there for a moment. That was interesting. "Another guy?" "Yeah." "Oh." Naomi thought about that. Maybe ordinary adequate sex had its place, and maybe dirty sweaty fucking by two men at once had a place too. "Would you be into that?" Matt said. "Ah, yeah," she said, still a little surprised. "Kind of." "You're thinking about it?" "Not thinking about it, exactly," she said. "Thinking about whether this is a good idea." "You want to?" "Well, yeah. I mean, what would you do if I suddenly said me and Lizzy wanted to both do you at the same time?" He grinned. "True. But you think it might not be a good idea?" "Yeah," she said. "It might not." He opened his mouth. "Shut the fuck up and let me talk myself into it," she said. He grinned. She was interested. She was really quite interested, but she wanted to think about what might go wrong. Like people feeling bad, or getting jealous. Like her tidy life being disrupted. Like finding out Matt was into other men. She thought hard about that one. Because if she'd said she wanted another chick here, with them, it pretty much meant she wanted the other woman at least as much as she wanted Matt, and was using him as an excuse. But maybe it was different for men. Maybe years of porn, and them not wanting to be touch, would make it different. Maybe all he had in mind was the two of them taking turns on her. Basically. She thought about that for a while. Two men. Taking turns. She almost got distracted from thinking carefully by the idea of turns being taken. She made herself stop. She made herself start worrying again. She was interested in this, she decided, but only if she was the centre of attention. Not if Matt was into the other guy too. She wasn't sure how to ask, and wasn't even sure she wanted to know. She just had to ask. "There's one thing," she said. "About the other guy." "Yeah?" "Is that because you want to? Like because you're into the idea of being with another man? Or because you don't think I'll say yes unless it's a guy." "Would you say yes if it was a woman?" "Probably not." "Like definitely not?" She grinned for a while. "Yeah." "So there you go." She hitched up on her elbow and kissed him. Then looked at him, carefully. "You don't want to be with another man? You don't want to try it out?" "Not really no." "I like men," she said. "I liked trying them out, and look where I've ended up. Maybe I'm rubbing off on you." He grinned. "I'm not interested in trying anything out." "Because I don't want to if you do," Naomi said. "I really don't want to at all. Just so we're clear." "Okay." "I don't want to share you with someone you might actually be into." He nodded. "Yeah, that makes sense." "But you don't care if you share me?" He thought about that for a while. "Thought so," Naomi said, and lay back down. "No," he said. "It's not that. It's just, maybe I trust you more than you trust me." "Ah," she said. "Dude. What the fuck?" "I believe you'll still want me after you sleep with someone else. I don't know you do, from what you just said." "Yeah," Naomi said, thinking. "All right. Maybe not." "I don't feel like that. I don't think it's a contest." "Okay," she said. "Fine, but what's the point of this? If I'm not going to let you try another woman?" He was quiet. "Because I'm not going to let you try with another woman," she said. "No matter how much fun it is, or how often we do it again afterwards, you're not fucking another chick. Ever. Not while you're with me." "Okay," he said. "So why?" "I want to see you with another guy. I think. I just don't want to fuck him myself." Naomi lay there for a while, thinking. "You sure? I might get quite into this if we take it seriously." "Yeah." "Very sure?" "Yes." "Then shit yes. Of course I want to." "Really? She lay here and grinned at the ceiling. "Ah, yeah, dude. You want to let me fuck someone else, then of course I'm into that." He looked at her for a while, then said, "Really?" again. "Yep." "Oh." "Yeah." "Hey," she said, after a while. "So I'm horny again. Want to do something about that?" He grinned, and rolled over, and moved her knee enough to go down on her, and that time, because of what they'd just been talking about, it was a lot more than adequate and ordinary. * Later, still awake, Matt said, "So I thought of someone. I don't know if you'd be interested in him, but I wondered." "It's late." "We're not asleep." "Yeah," Naomi said. "I noticed." Naomi was on her front now, was staring at the pillow. Matt had brought her water, and gone and turned on the heating, so she could lie there and not move and be content. "Do you want go to sleep?" he said. She shook her head. She was actually quite excited. She felt like she did the night before something big happened, something exciting. Distracted and thrilled and a bit too wired to sleep. He'd eaten her out and they'd had sex again and apparently they were going to stay up all night talking about this. And fucking. She'd stay up for the fucking. "You thought of someone," she said. "You're pimping me out now?" "Aren't I pimping people to you?" She thought about that. "Yeah, I suppose. So who?" "Harry." "Your buddy Harry?" He nodded. "Um," Naomi said. "Is this something you're just throwing out there, because you think he's my type or something? Or do you happen to have a fairly good idea Harry would be interested?" "I have some idea, yeah." "Because you, what, asked him?" "Yeah." Naomi lay there, and wondered how people could be so stupid. Matt sat up, and looked at her after a moment, and must have seen her face. "Oh shit," he said. "I shouldn't have?" "Yeah you shouldn't have," she said. "Fuck." "I said I hadn't talked to you yet, and I had no idea what you'd say." "But you still talked to him." "It just came up one time. And I was being really clear it was all me, and you didn't know." "You tell him about other shit we do, right?" "Of course not," he said, and that had to be completely untrue, because he was a man. He was just normally polite enough to pretend he didn't tell his friends she swallowed and blew him in parked cars. "Don't fucking lie," she said. "Yeah," he said, after a moment. "You're right. I tell him some." "So he knows I might want a threeway, and he knows, what, that we fuck outside sometimes? And the thing at the park that time? And Tracy's party?" Matt shrugged. "Matt," Naomi said. "Fuck." "I told him you didn't know about this yet." "I know, you dick, but it still means you think I might. And you know me better than most people in the world, "I could have been wrong." "Ah, yeah, except how you're not." "Yeah," Matt said. "Sorry." "Fuck." Naomi lay there for a while. There was something Matt might not know about Harry, and something that might be quite important. Naomi was pretty sure Harry had a crush on her. Like a long-term, serious crush. He was permanently single. There were women around, but never anyone serious, and he had always been Naomi's friend, in a kind of wary and hopeless way. And he looked at her. He noticed if her hair changed, and told her she looked good in a new dress. He paid enough attention to her to know when she had a new dress. She'd always been careful it never got out of hand, and she was pretty sure a threeway would let it get really out of hand. She also wasn't sure how to tell Matt his best friend was after her, without that causing more problems than an unspoken crush did. Unfortunately Harry was hot. He was hot enough he got away with playing a parade of women and never committing to any of them. Harry was hot, and Harry was her secret thing, her ego boost when she needed it, because she knew Harry was into her. She would seriously fuck Harry with a lot less incentive than she had right now, and she wasn't sure that was a good idea at all. She should say something to Matt, but she really didn't want to. Matt seemed to have decided her going quiet meant she was angry. "I'm sorry," he said again. "I handled this wrong. Just forget it." "What?" Naomi said. "I fucked this up. I shouldn't have said anything to Harry. I'm sorry I embarrassed you, and forget the whole thing." "Ah, no," Naomi said. "Don't be a dickhead. Of course we're going to." Matt had been looking glum. He was suddenly more cheerful. "You will?" Naomi shrugged. "I thought you were annoyed." "I am annoyed." He was looking at her, confused. "You ask me if I want to fuck Harry? Of course I do. We'll do it tomorrow if you like. I just didn't want you to tell him first." "Oh." Matt sat there for while. "Tomorrow? That soon?" Naomi grinned. "If you want to." "I do if you do." She looked at him, and wondered if it was sensible to rush into this. Then she decided she didn't care. Two men, both at once, both into her. She was going to rush headlong and let Matt worry about the consequences. "So how long has Harry been looking at me and thinking about fucking me?" she said. "A couple of weeks. A month maybe." "A month?" she said, suddenly a little upset again. "Fuck." "Sorry, I..." "Does he want to? A lot, I mean?" "Yeah. He's really into it." Which made her feel a little better. She lay there a little longer. "Is someone we know a good idea?" she said. She owed it to him to say something. "You don't want Harry?" Matt said. "I want Harry." She decided she probably shouldn't sound too interested. "I want Harry enough for this. I'm just wondering if someone we don't know would be better. Since we'll all have to see each other for years after this." "I want someone I can trust. If they're going to be with you." She actually understood that. "Yeah," she said. "Fair enough. Okay." "Okay you want to?" "Okay I do. Phone him now. Get him over. Lets all fuck." He grinned and kissed her and she realized he thought she was joking again. She'd only been half joking. She actually would have gone right now, if Matt and Harry had wanted to. "No?" she said, and had to make herself not sound disappointed. "Soon." "I'm kind of up for it now, dude." "I'll sort it out." "Like right now." She looked at him, and grinned, and shrugged. "You're loss. I might not want to tomorrow." "I'll take the risk." "Yeah," she said, and wanted to hit him with a pillow. "I'll bet. Because I'm just so fucking gagging for it I'll never come to my senses." "Something like that," he said, and kissed her. "Want to do me again?" she said. He looked at her. "I don't know I can." "Head," she said. "Dude. Doesn't matter if you can. Get to it." He grinned and bent over her and she wriggled onto his mouth. She was horny still, just from talking about this. She didn't know what would happen if they actually did it, but she'd come twice from talking and was planning on a third. * Two nights later they went out with Harry, and Naomi spent the night watching him, and wondering, and carefully drinking less than the other two just in case. Harry didn't have a random woman with him, which was unusual, and they went to a new wine bar two suburbs over from their own, which was unusual too. Naomi wondered if this was actually planned. To make sure they were all on their own, and didn't run into anyone they knew. She thought it might be. Before they left home, Matt had said he'd organized the night for her, just them and Harry, and she'd laughed and told him he was too late, that he'd missed his chance, but maybe he'd been telling the truth. And maybe she wanted him to be. Because he said that, she'd gone back to the bedroom just before they left, and had a quick shower, and changed her underwear, and she was wearing a lot nicer dress than she would normally to hang with Harry. She wasn't quite sure what was going on, but it was getting rather interesting. They stayed at the bar for a while, and Matt and Harry talked about cars and music and the usual shit they talked about, and then they all went home early. Which was also interesting. Harry said the bar was quiet and a bit dull and maybe they should go somewhere else, and then he and Matt had both looked at Naomi, and asked if that was okay. She was either being set up, or this was the biggest coincidence in the world. "Why don't you come back to ours," she said to Harry. "It's early. We can have a drink or something." "Okay," Harry said, "Yeah." "Share something," Matt said quietly. Naomi glared at him. "Shut up." "What?" Matt said. "Me and Harry can share something. That's all." She hit him, and noticed Harry was pretending not to have heard, and that, right there, confirmed all her suspicions. When Matt got drunk he was kind of an insensitive jock, and most of the time Naomi was used to it. Occasionally, when he was trying to get her to do something, he talked about it so much, and so crudely, that he put her off. So she made sure they didn't talk in the taxi. Naomi sat, and looked out the window at passing lights, and wondered how serious she was about all this. Apparently she was serious enough to let it start, anyway. They were all tipsy, and Harry was here, and they were on their own, and everyone seemed to have some idea what was going on. It was basically going to happen if no-one stopped it, Naomi thought, and she wasn't sure how she thought about that. She did want to fuck Harry, and she definitely wanted to fuck them both at once, but she still wasn't sure it was a good idea, for her and Matt as a couple. * At their front door, while he got out his keys, Matt said, "So just to say it, I don't mind sharing." "Yeah," Naomi said. "We go that. Be quiet." "I don't mind sharing Naomi," Matt said to Harry. "Fuck," Naomi said. "Shut up, you dickhead." "Naomi doesn't mind trying it," Matt said. "I really fucking won't if you keep going on about it," Naomi said. Matt looked at her, and seemed to decide she was serious and opened the door and went inside without saying anything else. "Sorry," she said to Harry. "I'm guessing he asked you," Harry said. "You shut the fuck up too," Naomi said, and followed Matt inside. She took off her coat, and got beer, and went and found them in the lounge. Harry was on a chair, and Matt on a sofa, so handed them both a bottle and sat down next to Matt. There was an odd silence. Like they'd been talking about her just as she walked in. "What?" she said. Matt shook his head. "What were you saying?" she said. "Keep going." Harry looked like he didn't want Matt to. Matt, being Matt, did. "About it," Matt said. "About the thing." "What thing?" Naomi said, and frowned at Matt. He didn't notice. "So Harry," he said. "You know the whole, do you want to fuck Naomi with me thing?" Harry just sat there looking at him. "What did you think we were all here for," Matt said. "Quiet," Naomi said, and sipped her beer. "You're just annoying everyone." "It's true." "Yeah," Naomi said. "I really don't know its as certain as you think it is right now." "It was the other night," Matt said. "No it wasn't." "It sounded pretty certain the other night." "Matt, seriously dude, shut up." Harry was looking at Naomi, and suddenly looked worried. Like he thought he might be about to miss out because Matt was talking too much. "Yeah Matt," Harry said. "Just leave it, okay?" Matt shrugged, and kept grinning, and was acting like the biggest frat-boy dickhead in the world. He might actually manage to put her off, Naomi thought, and that would be a shame for everyone. Because she was really into this, and up for it, and every other thing she could imagine. * Harry went to the toilet. He took a while, was drunk enough he probably had to concentrate on door-handles and taps. Matt slid over and started kissing Naomi. Kissing her, and pulling her skirt up. "Careful," she said, looking down the hallway. Matt pulled her underwear off and went down on her. Just like that. She sat there, looking down the hall, with Matt's mouth on her. Just after they'd talked about a threeway with the guy they might do it with. Matt's mouth was warm and his tongue was gentle and he made her breathless and wet like he always did. And she wondered how far they might actually go. She held Matt's head, and made herself keep her eyes open, and was about ten times more likely to do this now than she had been a few minutes ago. Matt knew her annoyingly well. She was sensible before, kinky after she started, and always had been. That one thing, going down on her there, it pretty much made certain she would. The bathroom door started opening, and Naomi pushed Matt away. Then sat there, with no underwear on, trying to look like she wasn't flushed and breathing hard, while Harry wandered back and sat down. She tried to decide if she could smell herself. She probably couldn't, not over the smell of beer. "I just ate Naomi out while you were pissing," Matt said. "Fuck," Naomi said, actually surprised. "Dude, shit." Harry was just looking at them. Looking at her. "What," Matt said. "Don't fucking say shit like that," Naomi said. Matt grinned. "Really?" Harry said after a while. He was looking at Naomi, like he wanted to check. She shrugged. She supposed she was supposed to be getting him interested. "Yeah," she said. "For a minute." "And she hasn't got any undies on right now," Matt said. "See?" He pulled Naomi's underwear out his pocket and held them up. She snatched them and threw them behind a chair. "Seriously dude," she said. "Last fucking chance." * Naomi went to get more beer, and Matt followed her. He groped her again, in the kitchen. Knelt down in front the open fridge door and licked her again, and she leaned against the freezer and closed her eyes and tried not to make any sound. And tried to remember to keep an eye out. Harry was still right there, through an open doorway, in the lounge. This was a thing they did sometimes, with someone else around. Blowjobs while they looked in the fridge. It kind of turned her on. Sharing Naomi Matt stood up, and kissed her. "You want to do this," he said. She looked at him. "You're into this," he said. "Yeah," she said. He grinned, and picked her up, and carried her back into the lounge, over his shoulder. He did things like that. Picked her up and carried her around, just because he could. Occasionally it annoyed her, usually it made her feel tender towards him, like he was a big strong man and she was small and easy to carry. Matt carried her into the lounge, and dropped her on the couch, and as she landed, her skirt came up. She was bare underneath, and Harry was right there. Harry looked. He had a really good look, before she could do anything. Naomi wanted to blush. Matt just smirked. "Yeah," she said, and pulled her skirt down. She felt embarrassed, but no-one else seemed to. Harry was looking at her a bit more obviously than he normally did, and Matt sat down beside her, and started groping her again. Pulling up her skirt. "Stop it," she hissed. "I'm going to lick you out," he said. In her ear, but loud, so Harry probably heard, even though he seemed to be pretending he hadn't. The idea was kind of hot. "Fuck off," she said anyway, still embarrassed. Matt kept pulling at her skirt. "Matt," she said. "Shit, not yet." He reached for his beer, and sipped, and looked at her. No-one was talking now. Matt was being loud and drunk and obnoxious, and Harry was just watching Naomi quietly. Matt started kissing Naomi's neck. She sighed, wondered if she should push him away, and decided not to. It felt good. As much because Harry was watching, and because it might go where it might. Matt put one hand on Naomi's leg and gently stroked her while he kissed. Her calf, her knee, the inside of her thigh, and as he stroked the hem of her skirt slid up. Harry stared at the skin starting to show, a couple of inches above her knee, then another inch, then one more. Stared and didn't say a thing. Matt's mouth felt good. His hand on Naomi's leg felt good. She sat there, and let him turn her on. Matt started touching her legs. Fiddling with her skirt again. He pulled it up, and she shoved it back down. Matt got pushy, and Naomi pushed back. They were almost play-fighting over her hem. Once or twice, she thought, she might have flashed Harry. "Careful," Naomi said. "It's fine," Matt said, and kept kissing her neck. "Stop it," she said. "I fucking mean it." He put his hand underneath her skirt instead, but stopped trying to push it up. Underneath her skirt, and she didn't have any underwear on. She'd forgotten that until he was touching her. His fingers slid over her, slid just inside her. She wasn't sure how he'd managed that with her knees mostly together, but he was rubbing her now, and she really didn't care what else happened beyond that. She bit her lip, and looked at Harry, and Harry looked back and knew exactly what Matt was doing. Harry watched Naomi get fingered. Naomi was too turned on to think. She was turned on, and Matt was pissed, and Harry'd had a crush on her for years. This was probably going to happen, she thought. They were all going to fuck, the only question was really how much and how well. * "I want to give you head," Matt said into Naomi's ear. "Right here." She shook her head. "Please," he said. "I didn't say I was up for this yet." "It's head," he said. "Not a threeway." She wanted head. She always wanted head, and especially like this. She wasn't sure she wanted Harry looking at her, though. Like he'd have to if she was going to get eaten out in front of him. Except that he already had. And except that it was Harry. She knew Harry. He was a friend, and he liked her, and he was her validation when she felt down. Harry wouldn't see anything bad, no matter what he saw "Okay," she said. "Yeah." Matt seemed surprised, "Yes?" She nodded slowly. Matt got on the floor, got on his knees between hers. He kissed her leg, slowly pushed her skirt upwards. Naomi looked over at Harry, and couldn't decide if she wanted to concentrate on him watching, or pretend he wasn't there. She could feel where her skirt was. At the very top of her leg. She was going to be bare in a second, on display, she didn't know if she liked that or not. "Hold on," she said, and grabbed Matt's hand. Matt looked at her, disappointed. Really, really disappointed. Harry probably was too. "Yeah," Matt said. "No problem. It's okay. Don't worry." It was sweet of him to be willing to stop, but she really didn't want him to. "No," she said. "Eat me, you dick. Just try not to show too much while you do." He looked confused. "Like how?" "Fuck," she said. She grabbed the back of his head and pulled him onto herself. Bunched her skirt up while she did, so it was against his face, hiding her. "Right," he said, and his tongue slid down her, licked her. She closed her eyes, and wanted to moan and sigh, but felt stupid doing that while Harry was watching. She bit her lip instead, and kept her eyes open, and watched the top of Matt's head moving between her legs. Matt put his hands under her skirt, and spread her a bit, got his mouth on her better. She moved her knees, pulled him closer. Decided, after a moment, that with a tongue on her, she really actually care about the audience after all. Not in a bad way, at least. She lifted up her knee, put one leg over Matt's shoulder. The leg on the side away from Harry, just in case. Matt was licking her, and sliding his fingers up inside her. His breath was hot on the inside of her leg. His tongue was slithering on her, and teasing her, and she didn't pay much attention to anything but that for a while. She was pretty sure she lost control of the skirt. She decided not to care. Not to be embarrassed by Harry, given what they were planning for tonight. She let go of her skirt, let Matt move it, reach her better. He had been sucking her, using his mouth. Now he moved, and licked her light and fast with his tongue instead. Light and fast and almost feather-light, so she gasped and lifted up her hips and pretty much left all of herself bare for Harry to see. She didn't care. She moved her legs, put them wide apart, held Matt's head in both her hands. Matt slid his hands up under her top while he licked her, and seemed to be trying to push it up, or pull it down, or something. She didn't care about that either. She was lifting herself up onto Matt's mouth, desperate for him. Feeling him slide over her, like he always did. Except now Harry was watching. "Hey Naomi," Harry said. "Open your eyes." She shook her head, said. "Don't." Then realized she was turned on by him talking to her. Really, really turned on. She opened her eyes, said, "Yeah?" "I want to see you when you come. I want to watch your face." "Nowhere near yet," she said. "When you do." She nodded, and Matt licked faster, twisted his fingers around inside her. "Don't," she said to Matt, "Not yet," and he slowed down. After a while she opened her eyes, and looked over at Harry. "Hey," he said. "Hi." He kept looking at her. "Shit," she said. "I'm doing this." "You are." "It's cool." He grinned so. "I think so." She looked at Harry for a while, and realized. All the fuss about her skirt, and he wasn't even looking there. Not for long, anyway. No more than glances. "Are you watching me?" she said. "Watching my face, I mean." "Yeah." "I can feel your eyes." Harry didn't answer. Matt stopped after a while. He sat up, and made a face to show his jaw was sore, and left his fingers inside Naomi. She sat there, with her pussy bare, and Matt's thumb rubbing on her clit, and didn't care at all. "So," Matt said. "Are we doing this or what?" Naomi didn't answer. She sat there looking at Harry. "If Naomi wants to," Harry said. "She does," Matt said. Harry kept looking at Naomi. "We talked," Matt said. "She does. She's just embarrassed to say so." "Is that true?" Harry said. Naomi shrugged. She wondered how much Harry already knew about her, and how she fucked. She knew Harry and Matt talked about her, and she knew Harry had her heard them fucking more than once, and she knew he'd jerked off thinking about her, too, because Matt had made him confess it, and then told Naomi. She knew, but she pretended not to, and tried not to think about it. Normally, she didn't need someone she was having dinner with knowing what she'd had inside her the night before. This changed things a bit, though. She wondered what Matt had told Harry, and how specific Matt had been. She wondered how carefully Harry had listened, and if she was right about his crush. She wondered if that meant she was about to get laid by someone very attentive, who knew what she liked and would want to pay attention to her. She made herself stop thinking like that. "Hey," she said to Harry. "Are you sure you're up for this?" "Course he is," Matt said. "Quiet," Naomi said to him. To Harry, "Don't feel like you're being put on the spot. We don't have to do this." "That would be kind of a dumbass move by me at this point, wouldn't it?" She grinned. "Kind of. So yes?" "Yeah." She looked at him for a moment, thinking about crushes. Wondering how to ask, without asking. She didn't think she could. "Are you sure?" she said to Matt instead. "Are you really fucking sure, doing this with Harry?" "Why not, he's a friend." "Exactly," she said. "It might not be the best idea." Matt shrugged. Naomi looked at Harry, who shrugged too. "Okay," she said. "Fuck. It's you two who'll find it all weird. Not me." They both looked at her. She sat up, and pulled her top off, and said to Harry, "Come over here." She kissed Matt, and rubbed her hand on the front of his jeans. Harry sat beside her, close enough she could feel the warmth of his leg against hers, and watched. She undid Matt's jeans, and slid her hand inside, and felt him hard against her fingertips. That touch was just enough to keep him interested. She stopped kissing Matt, and leaned over and kissed Harry. Matt watched. Harry kissed well. He kissed really well, which probably wasn't surprising since he was a bit of a man-slut. Well enough she forgot what she was doing with her hand, and Matt had to hold her wrist and move it, to remind her. She kissed Matt again, to say she was sorry, and then Harry some more, because he was new, and she'd known him for years, and Harry's tongue in her mouth was just fucking hot. They took turns. She took turns with them. The one who wasn't kissing her just watched, and she was the centre of their attention. Harry reached behind her and undid her bra, and she'd forgotten she still had it on. He took it off her breasts, but had to leave it on the arm she had inside Matt's jeans. He didn't actually try to untangle her, like he didn't want to get too close to the other cock. She thought that was funny. Harry kissed her shoulder, and her neck, and then put his hand on one of her breasts. She leaned towards him a little. She'd known Harry for years, and now he was feeling her up, stroking her, touching her nipples. He bent, and started sucking, and she felt a tingly shiver all the way down inside herself that having her tits played with really shouldn't cause. She was kissing Matt, and rubbing him slowly, her whole hand inside his jeans now. Matt had his eyes closed. She thought he hadn't realized what Harry was doing to her tits. "Hey," she said, and he opened his eyes and looked. He watched. After a while she pulled Harry up, and kissed him again, and then pulled Matt's mouth down to her chest. She took turn and turn about some more. Harry stroked her back, and shoulders, and Matt stroked her legs. It was slow, torturously slow, and perfect like that. She wasn't sure if they wanted it that way, teasing themselves, or if they were just doing it for her. She was aching for sex all over, but distantly, so she thought she could keep going like this all night, holding it at bay An ache in her feet and hands and tits to have something inside her, and an ache of knowing how perfect it would be when she did. She was naked. Her skirt was around her waist, but otherwise, she was naked, and they were both dressed, and she'd have thought she'd be more worried by that. She wasn't. She was hardly thinking about it any more. Now Harry was touching her too, this was just like undressing for normal sex. She was a little aware of herself, but mostly just turned on. That, but sort of twice. Maybe doing this with a close friend was right, she thought. Maybe Harry was a decent enough person she trusted him not to compare her to every other woman he'd ever seen. Maybe him having a crush helped. Matt was sucking her tits. She still had one hand on Matt's cock. She reached down with her other hand, and tried to get it in Harry's jeans. It didn't fit. She tugged. Didn't want to speak in case she disturbed something. Harry understood. He undid his belt, his fly, pulled his jeans open so she could reach. He had nothing on underneath, and she'd always thought that was hot. His cock was just there. It swung out into her hand when he opened his fly. She held it. She looked at Harry, looked into his eyes, and held his cock while she had her other hand on Matt's, and Matt's mouth on her tits. She kissed Harry again, and started wanking him slowly. She licked her hand, and put it back on him, and he groaned, faintly. A rush of air into her mouth, nothing more. Matt noticed, and stopped sucking to look. Harry had closed his eyes. "I can't reach you properly," Naomi said to Matt, and he opened his jeans up more, made room for her. She kept kissing Harry, wanking him. Matt put his hand on her, slid his fingers back into her. They were all quiet. All making little sighs. Connected by their kissing, and by interlinked hands, arms reaching past one another. Naomi was giving two guys handjobs at once, and getting fingered back. Even if it went no further than this, it was sexy and wonderful and fun to have done. It was achingly, painfully slow. It was tentative, and she liked that. Being seduced, but with certainty too. * After a while, Matt and Harry seemed to feel more urgency. Their cocks were harder, and they were pushing forward into her hands as she wanked them. Naomi was jerking them off more than Matt was fingering her now, so she could think again. They were both quiet, eyes closed, feeling her hands, enjoying her. Naomi was thinking hard about what they were doing. She was watching Harry, still a little worried he might not be okay. He seemed a little odd, too quiet. She watched him for a while. She kissed him, and said quietly, "Hey, are you all right?" Harry opened his eyes and looked at her. He wasn't all right, she decided. He could stand this, he didn't mind getting a handjob and playing with her tits, but he wasn't all right. "Hold on," Naomi said, and Matt stopped, but looked disappointed again. "Go get me another beer," Naomi said to Matt. "We're about to fuck." "I know." "You've got half a bottle." "I know. Go get me another." He sat there, not understanding. "Go, dickhead," she said. "I want to talk to Harry." "What about?" "About shit. About not your business." He sat there. "About this. I need to talk to him without you here." "Why?" "Because I want to make sure we're all okay with this, and nothing's going to get weird for me tomorrow." "For you?" Matt said. "For fucking anyone. Go." Matt looked at her for a moment, then stood up, pulled up his jeans, and went through to the kitchen. "And don't come back until I call," Naomi shouted. "I know." "So," Naomi said, quietly, to Harry. Her hand was still holding his cock. "I know, okay. How you feel." He looked at her. "I know how you feel about me. If this is going to make it worse, then we shouldn't." He didn't answer. "But if it might help, then we should." Harry nodded slowly. "I'm right, aren't I?" she said. "About the way you look at me? About why?" He nodded. "So we don't have to do this. But if you do want to, I'd really be into it." "I want to." She looked at him for a while. "You're sure? No blame and shit if you want to stop." "Don't be a dick," he said. "Dude." She grinned. "Matt," she shouted. "Get back in here." "I haven't got the beer." "Fuck," she shouted. "I don't actually want a beer. I want you both to fuck me." Matt appeared in the doorway, grinning, and she realized he'd known that all along. * Matt took his jeans right off, and knelt between Naomi's legs, and went back to licking her. He pulled her skirt down, and moved her legs, and licked tiny little circles around her clit until she couldn't think. She wouldn't come like this. Not until he sucked on her, or he put his fingers inside her. He knew that, and was teasing her. He did this sometimes, could keep her on edge and tingly and tense for half an hour if he tried. Could get her to the point where she wanted to beg him to just let her get off. She had once, and told him afterwards never again, that the begging was just too icky. She felt like that now, but more in control. She wanted it, wanted it desperately, but Harry was here too and she also wanted to see how that worked out. Matt licked her, and she held Harry's cock in both her hands, and stroked him, and rubbed his balls, and he watched her naked and sprawled and one finger away from coming. Harry was half-kneeling on the couch beside her, leaning into her, slowly creeping closer, pushing into her hands. He was a foot from her face now, and she could see him well, see closely. She wanted more. She wanted to taste Harry. She moved, slid sideways, tried to reach. Harry opened his eyes. "What're you doing?" She looked \ at him. "Yeah," Matt said. "What're you doing?" "What the fuck do you think," she said and pulled Harry forward by his jeans. He moved. She opened her mouth. Matt was still, watching. Naomi pulled Harry's cock into her mouth. Neither of them seemed surprised she'd done that, like maybe they'd been expecting it for a while. Harry sighed, and Matt did a little too, and Naomi sucked. She tasted Harry, breathed him in. The first new cock in years. She tasted him, and licked his shape, and slid her hand up and down, feeling him. Matt was still watching, so Naomi sucked harder, trying to show off. He watched for a while, and stroked her back while she blew Harry, then went back to licking her. Naomi was so turned on it was like something might snap inside her. She was tingly all over, felt a sort of breathlessness inside, but not in her lungs. She licked Harry's balls. She sucked his head. She looked up at him, past his cock, and smiled when he opened his eyes. He stroked her face, and smiled back, and seemed smitten. They were doing this, they were actually in the middle of this, and she was turned on enough she wanted it to last all night. There was a flow here, a natural way it was going to happen. They were close to sex, she thought. They were going to soon. Naomi wanted a fuck, and Matt wasn't getting any, and if she kept sucking Harry he was going to blow his load in her mouth pretty soon. Sucking Harry was one thing, but once Matt put himself inside her, they would be doing this. If Matt fucked her, she wanted Harry to fuck her too, and she didn't know if that was what they all wanted. If she was going to be sensible, she had to be sensible now or just give up and enjoy this. She decided to be sensible. Even though Matt's mouth made it difficult. "How far as we taking this?" she said suddenly. Sharing Naomi Matt and Harry both stopped and looked at her. "I thought I'd better check," she said. "Is Harry just watching us fuck, or joining in, or what?" No answer for a moment. "Okay," she said, her hand on Harry, the taste of him in her mouth. "Not just watching us fuck. But is he fucking me?" Still no answer. "Ah," she said. "I'm kind of wondering a bit urgently, even if no-one else is." "As far as you want to go," Matt said. Naomi looked at Harry, who nodded. "You mean that?" Naomi said. "You both mean that? Really?" Neither said no. "You know what I'll do, don't you?" Naomi said. "I know," Matt said. Naomi shrugged. "Okay then." She grabbed Matt's shirt and pulled him toward her, pulled so his cock bumped on her leg, then left him to sort out actually getting it inside. She pulled Harry over too, kissed him, and then bent over his cock again. Matt went into her. Matt spread her, and filled, her and she went still with Harry in her mouth, with her face against his stomach, and just felt what Matt was doing to her, sliding his way in. She wanted to sigh and weep and moan, and she wanted to stay immobile there forever, just feeling. Matt fucked her slowly, and she almost sobbed it was so good to have something actually inside her. Harry stroked her hair, and held his cock near her mouth, and she remembered to suck it, sometimes, as Matt fucked her. After a while Matt moved her. Sat her up, got a bit clever. Sex with her sitting on his lap, then with her turned her around so she was straddling him from behind, then trying to twist her up into some kind of weird shape with her head almost off the couch. Harry was missing out. "Hey," Naomi said to Matt. "Dick. Stop showing off. Just fuck me normally." Matt looked at Harry. "He doesn't care. He's just trying to get his cock in my mouth." She said it on purpose, to get attention, and it worked. They both stopped and looked at her. She felt smug. "See?" she said. "Yeah," Matt said. "Sorry dude." "Don't talk to me," Harry said. "Not right now. Seriously, man." Naomi wanted to grin again, and Matt was. "Hey Harry," Matt said, making trouble. "You want a blowjob?" "Not from you." Naomi laughed again. "Hey," she said, "Why don't I do that?" Matt put her back on the couch, this time on her front, put his cock back inside her and pushed her towards Harry until she could reach. She had two cocks inside her, at different ends, at the same time. Hands on her head, hands on her face, someone's hand stroking her back. They all had sex. Beth lay there and thought that now and then. They were all having sex, and it was magnificent. * She sucked Harry, and Matt fucked her, and sometimes Matt stopped and bent over and licked her for a while. Slowing himself down, she thought. "Careful," she whispered, when he did. "Not too much or I will." He nodded, understanding. If anyone came they might lose their horny and change their minds about this. There was a lot more to do before they risked that. Like her having sex with Harry, Naomi thought, which didn't quite seem to be happening. Harry must have been thinking that too. After a while he said to Matt, "Can I have a go?" To Matt, not to Naomi. She wondered if she should be offended, but perhaps it was obvious what her answer would be. "Fucking her?" Matt said. Harry nodded. "Yeah," Matt said, and pulled out of Naomi. Then, "Shit, condoms." Naomi opened her eyes. "They're in the bedroom," Matt said. "So get one." Matt looked from Naomi to Harry. At Harry's cock, in Naomi's hand, beside her face. He hesitated. Naomi was kneeling, underneath them both. She wasn't the person who should go. "Could you stop while I'm not here," Matt said. Naomi nodded. "Please?" Matt said. Naomi shrugged, and Matt went, but him saying that had given her ideas. She waited until Matt was out the door, in the hall, then said, very softly to Harry, "Fuck me. Quick." Harry didn't move. "Put it inside me. Quick, before he comes back." Harry did. Slid it into her, so she tingled all over just from the wrongness of it. Of sneaking it into her, while Matt didn't know. She'd never understood how someone could come just from being penetrated, but she started to then. Because it was wrong and secret, not any magic about Harry's cock. Doing that, putting it inside her bare, for just a second, without Matt knowing, when he'd asked her not to, was nasty and wrong and unfaithful, and that turned her on a lot. And Harry too, from the way he was looking at her. She heard the bedroom door close. "Out," she said, "Quick." Harry pulled out. Sat back from her a bit. They were there, not touching, waiting, when Matt came back. "Okay?" she said. "Can we get on with it?" "Yeah," Matt said. "Sorry." Harry's cock was right there, by her knee, wet from her. Shiny, almost. Matt didn't seem to notice. He probably wasn't looking too closely at it, she thought, and he'd probably just think it was her spit anyway. What she'd done was terrible, and she'd never been so turned on in her life. "Well?" Naomi said. Harry grinned, and took the condom Matt held out, and opened it. He put his cock inside Naomi. Again. She closed her eyes, and felt him go in. He felt exactly the same as a moment ago, she couldn't tell the different. It was someone new, and it was Harry, after all this time she'd only been with Matt. Harry had his eyes closed too, she noticed after a few moments. He was fucking her slowly, carefully. Like she was precious. Like he was trying to memorize her. She suddenly remembered crushes again. "Pretty good, hey," Matt whispered suddenly. He'd been quiet, watching. "Shut the fuck up, man," Harry said, pushing into Naomi. "She is." "I don't want to talk to you about her while I do her." "I don't mind," Naomi said, watching. "You shut up too," Harry said. "Please." "I'm just saying, she feels pretty good," Matt said, being annoying on purpose. Naomi wanted to laugh. "I told you," Matt added. "Hey," Naomi said, sharply. Looked at Matt. "That right there, way too much." "Sorry." "Shit. I mean, don't actually let me know how much you planned this." "I'm sorry," Matt said, and kissed her. She nodded, distracted, and went back to feeling Harry, fucking Harry, stroking her hands down his chest and tummy while he moved inside her. Fucking Harry, with Matt in her mouth, and being turned on. It was hot. It was sexy. But not nearly as sexy as that split-second with Harry inside her, in secret, without Matt knowing. * Harry kept fucking Naomi, watching her face while he did. She was forgetting to blow Matt sometimes, but he didn't seem to mind. He knelt beside her, and just watched when she got too distracted. "Do you like that?" Matt said to Naomi. She nodded. "Does he feel good?" "Yep." "Fuck," Harry said. "Could you stop talking." "No," Matt said. "We'll try," Naomi said. "Is this what you're normally like?" Harry said. Naomi thought. "Yeah, probably. Sorry." She watched Harry for a while. "Just go to it, okay?" she said. "Fuck me. Have fun. Don't let us distract you." It turned her on a bit to talk like that. Apparently not Harry. "Naomi..." he said. "Shit." She grinned. "I'm just trying to help." "Please," he said. "Just shut the fuck up." She laughed. Being friends was nice, as well as the sex. After a while Harry pulled out of her. Matt looked up, like he was about to move and have a turn. Harry shook his head, bent over Naomi, and licked her. He did it well. He ought to do it well with all the practice he was supposed to have. He lapped at her, and pushed his tongue up inside her, and sucked on her clit until she was shaking and breathless and gasping at him to stop. Then he fucked her again. Matt was still in her mouth, holding her head, pushing into her. He asked if Harry wanted to swap, and Harry shook his head. Naomi just about came hearing them talk about her like that. Harry seemed to want her pussy, not want to give it up. He wanted her, the taste and feel and smell of her, and that turned her on. She understood. She'd been kind of savoring his cock earlier too. He licked her, and then he fucked her, slow gentle strokes that filled her. Then he licked her again. She wasn't close, liked what he was doing. They both seemed to be taking their time. She was glad she'd done this. She was glad she'd done Harry. She wanted to tell Matt thank you, but thought Harry would complain about talking again if she did. They found several ways they could all have sex at once, with Naomi lying or kneeling between them, one cock in her mouth and one fucking her. She felt like a porn star. She felt like the centre of the world. After a while Matt said he'd like to fuck his girlfriend now, and Harry, almost reluctantly, switched places with him. Naomi decided they were all good at this. She wasn't sure why she was surprised. Sex was sex. A little more complicated with extra bits, but not really. Naomi had seen enough porn to know roughly what to expect, and that was fairly much what it was. She felt a bit crowded and smothered sometimes, with her face in one guy's tummy and her hips being pushed around by the other. She spent a fair bit of time on her back because it was easier. It was actually quite hard to get a blowjob rhythm going on one guy, while the other fucked her on a different tempo. It was hot to have one cock inside her, and then, when they swapped, suddenly another. It was hot to taste two different people, to breathe in their smell, and be covered in arms and legs. It was sexier than she'd have thought to be the centre of attention, lying there wriggling and pressing against two people. They didn't really like touching, but she got head from both of them at once, and that was something she couldn't do any other way but this. Matt started complaining about her blowjobs, as she got jostled by Harry. Harry fucking her was bouncing her around enough hr mouth was getting pulled off Matt's cock. "Hey," Matt said a few times, then, "Go easy on her. That's messing thing up at this end." "Fuck you," Naomi said. "This is harder than it looks." Harry stopped and started to laugh. Naomi lay there for a moment, then realized, and laughed too. Matt looked annoyed, and put his cock in her mouth, and seemed not to care. Naomi came first, in the end, and it was good, this shattering fulfilling thing that completed her life, but that wasn't really the point by then. The sex was the thing, the getting there, and she almost didn't care about the orgasm except to get rid of the terrible ache deep inside herself. It was Harry's mouth that was on her when she came, but it wasn't really he who made her, because Matt was kissing her while she did, and that always counted for a lot, and both Harry and Matt were stroking her tummy and legs and shoulders when she started. Matt and Harry both came in her mouth, because it didn't seem to fair to Harry to make him finish inside a condom, and because by then she wanted more head, and thought Matt's semen inside her might put Harry off. They came in her mouth, and each watched her swallow the other, and then they both went down on her at the same time, and that was pretty sensational. Matt fucked her a second time, but was only half-hard, because he'd been drinking. He was embarrassed, she thought, and didn't want Harry to see him like that. Naomi overdid it a bit, made it clear she was liking it, until Matt came inside her. Then she blew Harry, and by then it was late, and they were all tired, and they seemed to be done. She kissed Harry for a while, and then she and Matt went to bed, and held each other, and Harry slept on the couch in the lounge. * Naomi had been exhausted, sleepy from too much sex, and Matt was still tipsy, so they hadn't talked afterwards. She'd meant to, had been fairly sure they should after something like this, but she fell asleep as soon as she lay down. In the morning she woke up first, early, and not as hung-over as she might have been. The sex, and not drinking while they did, had helped. She got up, didn't bother getting dressed, and went out to the lounge. Harry was still asleep. He was sprawled with one foot on the floor and a blanket over him. Naomi had put it there before she went to bed. She had a feeling he was still naked under the blanket. She went and got water, drank until her mouth wasn't dry any more. She went back into the lounge, knelt beside the couch, and looked at Harry. He was still asleep, breathing slowly. He didn't seem to have noticed she was there. She slid her hand up beneath the blanket, checking he wasn't wearing anything. Being nosey. He wasn't. She moved the blanket, and looked. She saw morning wood. Thick, hard morning wood. She looked, because she hadn't had much a chance to look at him last night, the way they got straight into it. She looked, and got wet again. She wanted more. She looked at Harry's cock. She bent over and put it in her mouth. She sucked. It didn't seem that wrong. She'd had it in her mouth last night, and apparently it was okay to have threeways with Harry. After a few moments Harry put his hand on her head, and kind of groaned, and after another minute he said, "Shit, Naomi?" He tried to sit up. She pushed him back down. "Naomi," she said. "You should be..." She murmured something that was meant to be reassuring. No words, since her mouth was full. "Naomi," he said. "Shit, stop. What will Matt say?" She kept going. He gave up, leaned back a little, and stroked her shoulders while she sucked. She stopped before he came, wanted him hard. "How about me?" she said. "Yeah, of course." They switched places, and he licked her slowly, and she tugged at his hair while she did. "Hey," she said. "Fuck me like you did last night." Harry looked around. "You know what I mean," she said. "Bare." Harry swallowed. "Please," she said. "Fuck me." Harry glanced towards the bedroom. "He doesn't mind. Not the sex, obviously. So fuck me." "Sorry about the morning breath", Harry said, and kissed her, and stroked her tummy and legs while he got himself pointed at her. "Slowly," Naomi said, "Make it last and shit. I want to feel you." She'd missed that last night, too. They'd all been a bit frantic. It had been overwhelming rather than sensual. She wanted Harry inside her, bare, feeling her like he had for that brief moment. She wanted him inside her again like that, all illicit and wrong. He fucked her slowly, and she closed her eyes, and felt him, and it was nice. What she'd wanted. "What the fuck are you two doing?" Matt said from the hall doorway. Harry stopped. "Fucking," Naomi said. "What does it look like?" No-one moved for a moment. "Come on," Naomi said to Harry, and pulled him against herself. He started moving again. "You could have waited for me," Matt said, and came and sat beside Naomi on the sofa. Naomi shrugged. Matt was being crabby. He was always like this with a hangover. He looked tired, sleepy. After a while he grinned and kissed her. Harry fucked her, and Matt held his cock while Harry did, pulling on it gently. Getting himself hard, Naomi thought. "Come," Naomi said to Harry. "Matt can do me." Harry nodded, and moved faster, and came. She felt him flood her, hot and runny, like she hadn't last night. Harry sighed and lay on Naomi for a moment. Matt slapped his back. "Come on dude," he said. "My turn." Harry pushed his hand away. "Don't touch me." "Get off her." Harry moved back. "Don't fucking touch me when we're naked." Matt shrugged, and moved between Naomi's legs, and then stopped. He looked at her, and she must be dripping. He glanced at Harry's cock. "Shit," he said. "No condoms now?" Naomi shrugged. "Didn't have one. Are you going to fuck me or not?" Matt looked a bit annoyed. He looked at her, and she could feel Harry's semen sticky on the outside of her. Matt glanced around, picked up a cushion. "Don't," Naomi said. "Shit, I need to use something." She sighed, irritated, and got up. Went to the bathroom, and wiped it up, then went and sat on the couch. "Happy?" she said, and Matt just shrugged, and still looked irritated. "Come on," she said, and then he fucked her too. Quickly. Like he was proving something. She didn't come before he did, and that annoyed her a little. "Thanks," she said. "Don't fucking worry about me." She got up, and went to the bathroom again, and came back irritated, expecting to have to nag to get some now. "Want head?" Harry said, and she nodded, and felt a lot better. Apparently Harry didn't mind his mouth where Matt's cock had been. She liked that idea. * It had all been going well until Matt came. This morning, Matt wasn't drunk, and he was in a bad mood, and to be fair, Naomi and Harry had started without him. He sat on a chair and watched, and seemed a bit annoyed with how long they were talking. Harry licked Naomi out, and then she sucked him, and then she got all desperate and horny and needing sex, so she turned around and let Harry fuck her from behind. Without a condom again. Moaning that she wanted him. Not worrying as much about how she sounded or what she did as she had last night. And Matt watched. Matt watched her fuck in about the worst way possible. Kneeling and breathless, fucked by Harry's cock, used by another man. She was close, and it was obvious to anyone who knew her she was close, and usually she had a bit of trouble getting off just from sex, not oral, but wasn't now. Harry was holding her hips, fucking her. He wasn't even touching her clit, and she was close, just from the sex. That probably made it worse. Matt had to give her head to make her come, and Harry could just pound her with his cock. And not even touch her. Or something. It wasn't Harry. It wasn't what Harry did to her. It was that this was kinky, and he was new, and she was doing something really sexy, and she'd just had sex with both of them and not come, and had been getting turned on all morning. She loved Matt, and she was doing this for him, and doing it turned her on as much as being shafted by Harry. It wasn't Harry, and he wasn't any comparison, it was just that she needed to get off and was about to. In hindsight Matt wouldn't have understood any of that. "Stop," Matt said. "I'm sorry, could you please both stop." Harry and Naomi stopped moving, mostly. "This is really shit timing," Naomi said. "I mean, really fucking shitty." Harry pulled out of her. "Hey," Naomi said. Matt and Harry both looked at her. "I'm not done," she said. "I was close and I'm not done, and it's kind of rude to ask Harry over to fuck me and then not let him finish." "Naomi..." She was angry. Horny and angry. Matt had got off, and now he wasn't letting her finish. "No fucking way," she said. "I'm finishing." "Naomi," Harry said. "Hey..." "Back off," Naomi said to him To Matt, "I want to finish. You got to, so I should too." "It's not the same." "Yeah it fucking isn't, I'm the one getting someone else's dick inside me." "But you like that." "So?" Harry was quiet. Trying to pretend he wasn't there, Naomi thought. Trying not to look too hopeful. "Head," she said. "We'll finish off with head." Matt looked at her. "Or sex. It's your choice, but I'm getting off before we're done." "I can do you." "I'm still going to have to blow Harry, though, aren't I?" Matt didn't answer. "Someone has to. Its kind of a shit not to." "I suppose." "So that's probably me." Sharing Naomi Matt shrugged. "So he may as well do me, as well," Naomi said. Matt didn't seem to know what to say. He still seemed upset, but Naomi was horny. People always got cruel when they were horny. "I want Harry to make me come," she said. "To finish this." "I don't know." "And I'm not sure I'm asking. If you make this into a thing." Matt looked at Harry, who looked away, and then at Naomi. "He will," Naomi said. "If I ask him to. Be sensible." "I don't want to watch," Matt said. "You did a few minutes ago." "I don't now." "Fuck," Naomi said. "So don't watch. But I'm doing this before we finish." She was really quite annoyed about him changing his mind. Matt looked at her for a moment longer, then got up and left the room. He went down the hall and slammed the bedroom door. "Shit," Harry said. "Should we...?" "It's fine." "I don't think it is." "Dude, do you want me to blow you or not?" He stood there for a while. "I really can't believe I'm saying this, but..." "For fuck's sake," Naomi said. "Fine. Come and have a coffee and see if he calms down." "Will he?" She shrugged. "No idea. Never done this before. Maybe. Especially when he realized we aren't actually fucking." Naomi went into the kitchen, and Harry followed her. She made coffee, gave him one. He sat at the table and Naomi leaned on the counter. Carefully away from each other, Naomi thought. Matt was still down in the bedroom, sulking. She thought about getting dressed, but didn't really want to. She went and put her underwear back on, in the end, and Harry put on his jeans. He looked at her tits a lot while they drank coffee. Naomi was still horny. She was wet, and she hadn't come, and she knew Harry had a hard-on. She wanted to finish this. She wanted to use his cock. She couldn't believe Matt was being so childish. * After a while Naomi calmed down. She sat on the kitchen counter and looked at Harry. "I'd do you right now," she said. "If that wasn't completely shitty." He nodded slowly. "Shit," Naomi said, and slid off the counter. "I'd better go and talk to him." She went down the hall, and found Matt lying on the bed. She pushed the door open, and said, "Hey dickhead, what's wrong?" "Don't," he said. "Yeah, sorry. I'm just asking. What's wrong?" "You know what's wrong." "Jealous?" He shrugged. "You didn't think of that first?" "Apparently not." "I'm still horny." "I heard." She stood there for a while, and decided he really had the sulks. That or he was hung over. "Fuck," she said. "I'm going to hang out with Harry. Come out when you're ready." "Don't," Matt said. Naomi looked at him, surprised. "I'm just going to make sure he's okay and shit. Not too annoyed with us." "Nothing else?" Matt said. "Like what? Fuck him?" Matt shrugged, but that was what he'd meant. "I could have been for the last fifteen minutes," she said. "If I was going to." He didn't answer. "He's my friend too," Naomi said. "If you aren't going to talk about this, I have to." Still no answer. "Fine," she said, "Come out when you're ready." She pushed the door open, was about to go. "Is his dick bigger than mine?" Matt said suddenly. "What?" "Is Harry's dick bigger than mine? Is that why you want to fuck him all the time?" She stood there looking at him. "Seriously?" "Yeah." "Didn't you look?" He shrugged. She realized he was serious. "I don't know. It feels different, I guess, but not bigger." "Why can't you just say I'm bigger and you want me more." "I didn't know you wanted me to." Matt just looked at her. Naomi sighed. "This was all your idea." "I wanted us both to have you together. It didn't work out right." "I know. And then you decided to be a prick." Matt turned over. "You know why I was with him just now?" Naomi said, a little sadly, "Because right now he's fun and you're not." Matt ignored her, like he was pretending not to hear. After a while Naomi closed the door. She got a top from the laundry and put it on before she went back to the kitchen, but left her legs bare. She wanted to calm things down, but she also wanted to finish. Harry was still in the kitchen. "Should I go?" he said. She shook her head. "Stay. See how Matt feels in a bit. Want some food?" He nodded. "Do we need to talk?" she said. "Not really." She nodded. "Cool." * Matt appeared, and still looked irritated. He came into the kitchen, didn't look at Harry, and put his hand on Naomi's ass as he went past. Like he was saying she was his. Then he said, "Take off your shirt." She turned around, surprised. "Me?" "Yeah, take it off." "Nope," she said. "And why the fuck?" "So we can see your tits." She stood there for a moment, thinking. "Do you want a blowjob," Matt said to Harry. Clearly to Harry, looking at him, not at Naomi. Treating Naomi, she thought, like she was a waitress and blowjobs were beer. Harry shrugged and looked away, uncomfortable. "I will," Naomi said to Matt. "Be fucking careful." "Go on." "And if I only feel like doing one?" Matt shrugged. There was something odd going on here, and Naomi wasn't sure what. Something about penises, and who was a bigger man, and controlling Naomi. Like they had to share her, or witness the other using her, and she wasn't quite sure why. Then it occurred to her that Matt might think he was losing her, and that by offering her to Harry he was part of what she did next. Somehow. As if she was going to run off with Harry, but Matt would be able to stay in her life by being the custodian of Harry's blowjobs. Or some shit. It was all just so unspeakably stupid it made her angry. Naomi should have told Matt she loved him, and asked Harry to go. She should have tried to calm things down. She should have done that, but she was sick of this, and horny, and frustrated with the way Matt was acting. "I will," she said to Matt. "I'm warning you." "Guys," Harry said. "Please..." "Quiet," Naomi said to him. "Go ahead," Matt said to her. Sometimes she and Matt had fights where they egged each other on, where they encouraged each other until everything was inflamed and ten times worse. It was exactly the wrong way to fight right now, but it was too late to stop herself doing it. Naomi pulled off her shirt, and threw it on the table, and knelt down in front of Harry. "Hey," Harry said. "Naomi. Don't." He tried to reach for her, but she pushed his hand away, and started undoing his jeans. Matt just stood there. Naomi took Harry's cock out. Harry was trying to get in her way, a little. Trying to do his jeans back up, but not trying that hard. Making a gesture. Not enough to actually stop her. She took Harry's cock out and held it. Made sure Matt could see it getting hard, made sure he could see Harry wanted her. She bent, and licked Harry's balls until he was hot and hard in her hand, and then sucked him. Sucked him while Matt watched, while Harry closed his eyes and groaned, kept sucking until Harry blew his load in her mouth. She swallowed. She sat back, and wiped her mouth, and swallowed really obviously, so Matt could see, and then licked Harry's cock, licked as it dribbled a little more, until he was done. Because Matt always wanted her take her time, to do that afterwards, and usually she couldn't be bothered. Then stood up and pushed past Matt and went to the bedroom. There was some shouting for a while. Then Harry came in. "I want to go back to sleep," Naomi said. "Okay." "Could you keep him quiet? Take him away if he's going to be shouting and shit. To your place or somewhere. I want to sleep." "Sure." "Thanks." She put her head on the pillow. "Are you okay?" Harry said. "Yep." "Are you upset." "Yep." "With me." "No." "Do you want to get off?" "Another time. I'm tired." "And making a point." "Ah, yeah," she said. "No shit. Now piss off." She lay there, furious, and the noise from the kitchen quieted down. No-one seemed to leave, but the shouting stopped, so at least she'd made Matt and Harry sort things out between themselves. After a while she actually slept. She'd really only been making a point, and hadn't expected to, but she supposed she was tired. She slept, and calmed down again, and wasn't angry any more. * Naomi slept for a couple of hours, then woke up and rubbed water on her face and went back to the kitchen. Matt and Harry were in the lounge, watching TV. She sat down beside Matt, and tried to kiss him. He turned his face away. "What's up?" she said. "You tell me." She sat there and looked at him and wondered why she bothered. She still hadn't got off, and they both had, and that was really starting to annoy her. "I should go," Harry said. "Stay the fuck there," Naomi said. "We still haven't settled whether you're fucking me again or not." "Shit," Matt said. "Naomi." "Yeah," she said, decided she'd actually taken that too far. "Sorry." Matt glared at her for a moment, then said, "Slut." Naomi would put up with a bit from Matt. Because she loved him, and she'd just had sex with Harry, and because she understood this might be hard for him to deal with. But that wasn't fair. That was completely unfair when this was all his idea, and she'd been horny all morning, for hours, and not done a thing about it. "Fuck you," she said, and got up. "What's your fucking problem?" he said. Harry just looked embarrassed. "You planned this," Naomi said to Matt. "You fucking organized it all, and plotted it all out, and I'm really fucking sorry if it didn't all work out how you wanted, but fuck you if you dare call me a slut." She went into the hall, got her coat, went to the front door. Matt followed her. "Where are you going?" "Out." "Where?" "I don't know. For a fucking walk." "You're not wearing any pants." She hadn't realized that. Somehow she'd got so angry she hadn't realized. She threw her coat against the wall, and went to the bedroom to find some. Matt waited in the hall, blocking her way when she came back. "What?" she said. Matt didn't seem to be able to decide what to do. "I don't want you to go," he said. "I won't let you." "Don't be a fuckwit." "Don't talk to me like that." "So don't fucking be one." He kept standing there. "So now what?" she said. "Please don't go." He sounded different now. Apologetic. She hesitated. "I think I should," she said. "I think I should go for a while, and clear the air." "How do you mean?" "This shit is getting out of hand. I'm going to go, and come back later, and then we'll talk." "After Harry's gone?" "Yeah, probably." "Are you leaving me?" "Of course not." She looked at him. "Don't be an asshole." "You're angry." "I'm sick of fighting about nothing. We did this thing. We need to fix it. You don't seem to be trying." "So stay here and fix it with me now." She shook her head. "Later. We'll start over like none of this went wrong." He thought about that. "Like none of it went wrong?" "Yeah." "Not like it didn't happen?" "I'm glad it happened." "You want to again?" She shrugged. "We'll fix this," she said. "Okay? We'll be fine." "Wait," Matt said. "I'll go. You stay here." She looked at him for a while. "Please." He took one of his jackets off a hook beside the door. "I'll go. I'll go for a couple of hours. Then we'll sort this out." Naomi shrugged. "Okay." "You can fuck Harry," Matt said, and opened the door. "What?" Naomi said. "Dude, what the fuck?" "You can fuck Harry," Matt said. "Since that's what's been pissing you off all morning. I'll come back in a couple of hours." * Naomi picked up her coat and hung it up, and then went into the lounge. "Did you hear that?" she said. Harry nodded. "Matt's upset," Naomi said. "Yeah." "So do we?" Harry looked at her. "Probably the last chance ever," Naomi said. "I know." "I want to. I'm so horny I can't think." "No," Harry said. "It doesn't seem right. Not like this." "Yeah," Naomi said. "I know." She was irritated because it was true. She made coffee, and brought Harry one, and they sat there looking at the TV. After a while, Harry said, "I love you. You know that, right?" She didn't answer "I'd like to keep doing this. You and me. Even if Matt doesn't want to." "What," she said "You won't fuck me right now, but you want to have an affair?" "I suppose." "He's your friend." "He is, yes. But I'm in love with you." "You have a crush, dude. Not the same." "It feels like it from here." "You think it does." He looked at her. "You want a perfect me. Like shaved and horny and wanting you. Not with a cold and morning breath and having the shits at you because you forgot to buy coffee." "I want to see you like that." She looked at him for a while, almost tempted. Then she said, "Don't be a fucking dick." "Leave him." "Don't. We're just friends who fucked. And didn't finish." He sat there for a while. "Are you shitty at me now too?" she said. "Of course not." She grinned at him. "Cool. I just thought..." "Never." "I'm still not going to have an affair with you." "I know," he said. Another silence. "Matt's turning into kind of a dickhead," Harry said. "He is," Naomi said. "But he'll probably stop again if I'm not fucking you." "I suppose." "I won't let him change things between you and him, okay? I'll make sure you stay friends." "How will you make him?" "Ah, say I'll leave him if he doesn't." He grinned. "And I'm glad we did this," Naomi said. "I'm glad you and me did this." Harry nodded. "And you and me?" he said. "Since now I know you know." "Friends, okay? Nothing else." "Yeah," Harry said, a little said. "You're sure about the sex?" she said. He looked at her "We've got a while," she said. "We can as much as you want. Get it out your system and everything." "Not like this. It's just sex. It's not having you." Naomi shrugged. She was still a little annoyed. Harry got off, and Matt got off, and Naomi was left frustrated with half an orgasm inside her wanting out. She thought a little more, and decided no, it felt right not to. It felt right to do this for Matt. Not fucking Harry was the right thing to do. Even if something was about to pop in her undies. "Leave him," Harry said. "Please. For me." Naomi shook her head. "Please?" "Don't ask me again." He nodded. She sat there quietly, and looked at the TV. "Maybe I should go," Harry said. "You and Matt have some shit to sort out." "Sit," she said. "We'll be fine. You and Matt have some shit too, and you need to deal with that." "We'll be fine." "I haven't shouted at Matt yet. He might need you around after that." Harry looked at her. "Stay," Naomi said. "He'll be in a much better mood when I tell him we didn't, just now." * Later, Matt came back in. She heard the door, and got up, and met him in the hall, and kissed him until she ran out of breath. He looked at her. "I didn't," she said. "I didn't fuck him and I love you, okay?" He started to smile. "Even though you're a total dickhead." "Okay." "Now say you're sorry for calling me names, and go and make up with Harry, and then let's please, please, all get back to normal." He nodded. "I'm going to have a shower," she said. "Sort this out before I get out." "Okay," he said. Naomi stayed in there a while, making sure they had time. A shower head wasn't a tongue and it wasn't a cock, but it would do. It would get her back into a better mood, enough she'd remember what was actually important. She loved Matt, and Harry was just a friend, and she shouldn't let herself loose track of her priorities.