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Among Friends

By: alan556



When I graduated from college last May, I was very lucky. I found a job. It's not the world's best job—manager trainee in a chain of coffee shops—but what can you expect when you've majored in Sociology, which has to be one of the most worthless majors? Most of the other girls in my graduating class had no job at all, which was probably related to the fact that they put no real effort into looking. I worked my butt off, pounding the pavement (actually, the Internet) hours each day, and I succeeded. 

The job means lots of early mornings, some weekend work, and not a lot of pay, but there's room for advancement and a paycheck. And, best of all, the job is in Boston and I get all the coffee and donuts I want-- which isn't a lot.

That was only half of my luck. The other half was that my friend Megan was looking for a roommate just outside of Boston. She was my very, very best friend in high school and I love her dearly. We've seen each other as often as possible since high school, mostly during school breaks, and are still close, though not like it was when we were younger.

Megan is a nurse and had graduated in January, one semester before I did. She had rented a two bedroom, one bath apartment but hadn't found the right kind of roommate so she'd been carrying the whole rent herself. She's not hurting for money –- nurses make a lot more than baristas -- but the rent was still expensive. When I found my job, we were both thrilled that we'd be able to live together and she even offered me free rent for a month or two until I had a little saved up.

The apartment is hardly a palace, but it's ok. It's part of a complex of three-story brick buildings, centered around a small pool. The buildings are a little old and the maintenance isn't great, but the neighborhood is safe and there are no drug dealers or other unsavory characters around. Best of all, I can walk to the Green Line trolley which will take me into Boston for my job, so I don't need a car. Megan has a car. She takes the trolley when she is working day shift (7-3:30), but when she's working evenings till midnight, it's safer to drive. She works crazy unpredictable rotating shifts, but on those days when we're both working mornings, we take the trolley together.

Megan and I are a lot alike, but also different in many ways. I'm no shrinking violet and she's no hell raiser, but she was always the more outgoing and self-confident one. At a party, she'd be the one arriving with the case of illicit beer. She was the one who came to a sleepover with a copy of Playgirl hidden in her duffel bag. She was the one who'd walk right up to a cute boy and start chatting and flirting. I was always a little more restrained.

We actually look a bit alike also. Some people have asked if we're sisters, but I don't think we look that similar. We're both brunettes and are about the same height, and we wear mostly the same size clothes, which is nice because we can borrow from each other. Megan thinks that I'm prettier than her and I deny it, but privately I think that's a little bit true. Neither one of us would be confused with a Playboy model, but we both definitely fall into the category of "pretty girl."

I moved into the apartment on a Sunday afternoon in May, right after school was out. Jimmy was there to help me carry my boxes and few pieces of small furniture. Jimmy is Megan's boyfriend, a real sweetheart. He's not big but he looks a bit like a lumberjack with a furry beard, and he dresses the part in jeans and flannel shirts. Megan and Jimmy have been together for over two years and they're perfect for each other. Megan can get a little stressed and tense but Jimmy's companionship quiets her down immediately. Jimmy is so calm and laid back that nobody can be stressed around him. He's a man of few words – very few words—but he's funny and friendly and I love being around him. 

But Jimmy has one problem and it's a big one. He lives and works south of Providence, which is almost 2 hours away in traffic. So Megan only gets to see him on weekends. He drives up Friday evening, or maybe Saturday morning if he had to work late Friday, and goes back home Sunday afternoon. That's a shame.

That Sunday in May, Jimmy stayed later than normal so that he could help me move in. Then he left and it was just Megan and I. We looked at each other, tears came into our eyes, and we fell into each other's arms, crying together. We both remember how close we'd been in high school and how much we missed being together every day.

Megan and I hug a lot. Megan is the touchy-huggy type, which I normally am not. She puts her hand on your arm while you're talking. If she thinks your hair looks nice, she'll stroke it with her fingers. If your shirt is a little misaligned or your makeup is a little smudged, she'll fix it for you. And sometimes, for no reason, she'll just wrap her arms around you and give you a big hug and a kiss. I love it. I don't do that with other girls, but with Megan, I reciprocate.

That evening was our first time alone together in months, and we had some unpacking to do. Megan helped me organize my clothes, but she was helping a little too much. I came into my bedroom carrying a box of books and saw that she had laid out four of my tops and was trying them on, one by one. She laughingly told me she was making a mental note of which ones she wanted to borrow some future day. 

So I went into her room and came back carrying four of her tops, and tried each of them on too. It's kind of funny wearing each other's shirts because my boobs are bigger than hers and things that look good on me don't usually look good on her and vice versa. Also, most of my shirts are a thinner fabric which is ok because I usually wear a bra, but Megan hardly ever does except when she's at work, so her nipples were sticking out a lot in my shirts. I told her that if she ever borrowed any of those shirts, she'd have to wear a bra, but she just gave me a wicked look and smiled.

Moving in was quick because I didn't have much other than clothes and a few school books and photos and stuff. Not even a bed. Dad had given me a little money and I had bought a mattress and bed frame, but it wouldn't be delivered until Tuesday, so Megan and I would be sharing for two nights. It would be just like the sleepovers we used to have in high school! 

When we had finished the unpacking, we hung out for a little and decided that, with summer coming soon, we'd celebrate my arrival by giving ourselves pedicures. Megan hunted up her pedicure kit, and we took off our sandals and sat down facing each other on Megan's bed, our legs outstretched and wrapped around each other. Megan massaged one of my feet and I took the nail scissors and examined her toenails, choosing my plan of attack. "You have such beautiful feet," I told her. "I wish I had feet like yours." 

This was the start of an unspoken ritual that Megan and I had developed and perfected over the 15 years we'd been friends. One of us would compliment the other on a feature and tell how we were jealous of it, then we'd trade. Megan always felt that I was prettier than her, but that's not the whole story. There's a lot about her that I'm jealous of, including her feet and many other things. 

I took held each toe and admired it. "Each toe is so perfect." I continued. I was telling the truth. My toes are a little knobby – not ugly, just knobby. My fingers are like that too. Megan's are much nicer.

I saw Megan admiring her own feet. The ritual doesn't require that the person receiving the compliment deny it. In fact, if the compliment is true, she's supposed to agree but then point out some feature of the other girl that she admires. So after a few minutes, that's what Megan did.

"I'd trade my pretty feet for your boobs." She let go of the foot she'd been massaging and rearranging, coming closer to me. She put her hands on my boobs, outside my shirt, and moved them up and down, cupping them underneath. I wasn't wearing a bra then, so they were easy to bounce. "They bounce, like real boobs are supposed to." She lifted her shirt, showing me her own, smaller boobs. "These don't bounce." She put her hands under her own boobs to demonstrate.

I lifted my shirt too, and we compared, which was something we'd done countless times before. It was true that I have nicer boobs. Mine are nearly a C-cup and nicely shaped. Hers are not really even a B-cup (though she says they are), pretty but not rounded or full. Lots of people like smaller boobs, but I agree with Megan that mine are nicer, so I didn't deny it. 

Megan started to speak. I knew exactly what she was going to say because she'd said it hundreds of times, so I cut her off immediately. "Don't give me that bull about my nipples being nicer than yours. Your nipples are beautiful." Our ritual requires that if you get a compliment that you don't think is legitimate, you have to reject it. So that's what I did, even before she said it. Megan has much smaller nipples than I do, but it's just a matter of personal taste to decide which is better. I really like her small nipples, so I didn't want to hear her tell me that mine are better. She started to speak again, but I was emphatic. "Don't!" I held up my hand and she stopped. 

Megan surrendered the point, and went back to sitting facing me, and we both put our tops down. I picked out the Spring Plum polish I wanted for my toes and handed her the bottle. We resumed our pedicures, talking about my new job in the coffee shop and her job in the hospital. But nobody wants to talk about that stuff when they're getting a pedicure, so we changed to a more appropriate topic, which was, of course, boys. She complained about how she only got to see Jimmy on the weekends and I complained about my old boyfriend and told the story about us breaking up last March. We both had heard the stories ump-teen times before, but we listened sympathetically like it was all new.

When the pedicure was done, it was time for bed. Since it was still not summer and not really warm yet, we put on pajamas. We brushed our teeth together into the bathroom, taking turns spitting into the sink and each pretending to be grossed out by the other's spit, like we always did. We combed each other's hair.

We climbed into bed together and pulled up the covers. Megan came over to my side and we kissed. "Welcome home," she said, then she went back to her own side and we held hands. I moved my leg over so it was resting against hers and we went to sleep.

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That first week after I moved in, I started my new job and soon discovered that it was tiring and physically demanding to be up and moving all day. Not like college at all. I soon came to the conclusion that, as soon as I was home, three things had to come off immediately: my shoes, my socks, and my bra. As soon as I walked into the apartment door, off they came. 

When I got home from work Friday, Megan was in the living room. We hugged, in my coffee-smelling clothes, and then, as I shed the shoes, socks, and bra, she invited me to join her and Jimmy for dinner.

Before I had moved in, I'd assumed that Megan and Jimmy would want to spend time together by themselves on the weekends and that I'd be pretty much on my own when Jimmy was around. But that wasn't what Megan was thinking. When she invited me for dinner, I declined so that they could have time alone. But Megan was insistent and seemed to be sincere, so I agreed. I changed out of the smelly clothes into something restaurant-friendly.

When Jimmy arrived, he hugged me and kissed me on the cheek. As touchy-huggy as Megan is, Jimmy is even more so. He'll come up behind me, wrap his arms around me and give me a big kiss on the neck. He'll sit next to me on the couch and put his arm around me, or take my hand in his and hold it, or rest his hand on my leg. If the three of us are out walking somewhere, he'll hold hands with both of us. It's part of his charm. With some boys, that sort of thing would be inappropriate --like putting the moves on me-- but not with Jimmy. He's just a very friendly person.

After the hugs, I went into the bathroom to fix up my hair. I wasn't doing anything personal so I left the bathroom door open. Much to my surprise, Jimmy came in. He lifted the toilet lid, unzipped, and peed, right there in front of me, completely exposed. I tried not to look. When he was done, he flushed, zipped up, patted my butt, told me my hair looked nice, and walked out of the room, as if this had been the most natural thing in the world. 

I know what you're thinking: that peeing is the most natural thing in the world, but-- well -- you know what I mean! If Megan had walked in, sat down, and peed, I wouldn't have thought anything of it. Megan and I have always shared bathrooms together, and since I had moved in a week earlier, I don't think either one of us had closed a bathroom or bedroom door even once. With other roommates, even girls, I've always at least partly closed the bathroom door when I was on the toilet or in the shower, but Megan never worries about modesty so I don't either when I'm around her. But Jimmy isn't Megan. Jimmy's a boy. 

I didn't know how to react to Jimmy peeing, so I tried to ignore it. I acted like it hadn't happened, but it made me wonder about what would happen next.

We had a great time at dinner, laughing and drinking a little wine. Megan told Jimmy embarrassing stories about me from when we were kids, including the time I got caught kissing some boy in a closet at church when I was 13. Neither one of us could remember his name. I got back at her by telling stories about her, like the time she flashed her boobs to my 10-year-old brother and he told all his friends. There is no limit to the embarrassing stories we know about each other.

After dinner, we came back to the apartment and I decided that this time, I really had to let the two of them have time together. I went to my bedroom and got ready for bed, and so did Megan and Jimmy. I got out a book and began to read. 

It wasn't long before I got a reminder of the disadvantage of living with a roommate. The sounds of sex were coming down the hallway and through the thin walls. It was almost as clear as if I were in the same room with them. 

This was a problem I hadn't had since freshman year in the dorm, when my obnoxious roommate would masturbate when she thought I was asleep (or maybe she just didn't care if I was asleep). She was only about five feet away from me, and her "activities" were quite vigorous, and, I might add, very successful, so there was a lot to hear. She did it three or four times a week, and eventually I complained and she found some other time or place to do it, somewhere out of my hearing. That was years ago, but Jimmy and Megan were tonight.

At first, all I could hear was Megan and Jimmy talking. They were talking quietly, and, though I could hear their voices and their intonation, I couldn't hear many of the actual words. Then the talking ended and soon the bed started moving back and forth. Then a little more of the voices. Single words, not sentences. Excited but not loud. Exclamations like "God" and "Oh" and "Ahh." It went on for many minutes, the bed was moving faster, and the exclamations were at a higher pitch and closer together and there was some grunting. Finally, the bed was still and there was a little more quiet talking, now in a more relaxed tone.

It was impossible to concentrate on reading, so I just turned off the lights. I tried not to listen, but who was I kidding? I considered burying my head in a pillow, but that wouldn't have worked, so I just listened. What else could I do?

I thought they were finished, but I was wrong. About ten minutes later, it started up again. This time, the bed noise was different, more like bouncing up and down than like moving back and forth. And this time, Jimmy made no sounds, and the one word I heard clearly from Megan was "boobs." This also went on for a number of minutes, and, again, the bed moved faster and faster and Megan's exclamations grew higher pitched.

I was wide awake now, and needed to pee, so I went down the hall to the bathroom. As I walked by Megan's bedroom, I was surprised to see that the bedroom door was wide open. I don't want you to think that I could look in the bedroom and watch Megan having an orgasm. You can't actually see the bed from the hallway, so I couldn't see anything (even if I'd been looking, which I tried not to do). If I had stuck my head just a little inside the door though, I could have seen the action, but I didn't. Somehow, I didn't think they'd mind if I did, but I didn't. 

There was no need to close the bathroom door because I knew that Jimmy and Megan were-- shall we say-- busy, so I peed and while I was on the toilet, heard Megan finish. I went back to my room past the open bedroom door, and after a little muffled conversation from the other room, there was silence. After a long while, I fell asleep.

I should tell you about the one word I clearly heard from Megan: "boobs." Megan has really sensitive breasts and gets mightily turned on having them touched and massaged, and, especially, kissed and licked. Even as a freshman in high school, her top priority on a date with any boy was to get his hands under her shirt and, as soon as possible, the shirt off. She never wore a bra on a date. 

I'm sure that many boys went home with giant erections, because even though she was totally promiscuous with her breasts when she was 15 or maybe even 14, she didn't have actual sex or even oral sex till she was 18. I lost my virginity long before she did. She had a huge reputation as a cock teaser but never had any trouble finding boys who were willing to be teased. Her attitude was, "So what? They can jack off when they get home. If I can do it, so can they." Often, the next day, she'd tell me how well or poorly the boy had done with her breasts. We joked that her motto should be "God, I love to have my boobs rubbed." I told her I'd put it on her tombstone.

Looking back on it, there were a few times when we were younger that she'd hinted that she wanted me to play with her boobs, but she never actually said it and I hadn't picked up on it at the time. There was one unmistakable occasion, though, when we were probably 15, she'd told me that when she masturbates after a date, she takes her girl-juices onto her fingers and uses them to massage her nipples. That definitely fell into the category of "too much information" and I pretended to put my fingers in my ears so that she wouldn't tell me more. Of course, I really wanted her to tell me everything, but it was polite to pretend I didn't.

The reason that I'm telling you this now is that I'm pretty sure that what Megan said to Jimmy when I heard just the one word, was "God, I love to have my boobs rubbed." I'd bet a million bucks.

This is probably a good time to tell you about my own sexual status. I'd had a boyfriend, Mark, the last two years of college, but by the spring of senior year it was pretty obvious that the relationship was going nowhere. Neither one of us could imagine spending the rest of our lives together, and neither one of us had any intention of following the other as we moved away from college into the real world. So we drifted apart and by March stopped seeing each other completely. That was the last time I'd had sex, so by the time I moved in with Megan, I'd had no sex for two months. I needed some sex, and listening to Jimmy and Megan just made things worse.

You may wonder why I didn't masturbate that night. The truth is this: I'm not very good at masturbating. Believe it or not, but that's the way it is. If there are any boys reading this, they're probably amazed at the concept of somebody not being good at masturbating, but I'm sure a lot of girls understand. I certainly can make myself feel good and tingly and it feels good while I'm doing it, and sometimes I can get a small orgasm, but often it actually make me hornier than when I started. I can't get a really good, huge, mind-numbing, toe-curling, horniness-relieving orgasm with clitoral stimulation alone. The only way I can get a complete orgasm is with a penis rubbing my g-spot, deep inside me. 


Among Friends



For many years, I thought that the small orgasms I gave myself were the only kind there were. I didn't have a real one until I was a sophomore in college and started going out with a boy who had a lot of experience and was able to give me a first-class screwing of the kind I'd never had before. I should mention, by the way, that Megan had been giving herself authentic orgasms all through high school. I was amazed by them (and jealous too) and I had thought that my teeny ones were just an individual difference between her and me and that was just the way it was. I was 20 before I knew better.

Once I learned how, I could almost always get a good orgasm having sex with Mark and with a couple of other boys before him. The easiest way was lying on my back with him on top of me, my butt on a pillow tilted way up, and my feet on his shoulders. It also helped when I rubbed by nipple with my fingers while he was inside of me. I'm not as sensitive in my breasts as Megan, but they do turn me on and help me cum.

So that's why I didn't do much masturbating that first night, listening to Megan and Jimmy. I had my fingers in my panties a little, but mostly I was just listening.

The next morning after that night listening to Megan and Jimmy, I heard the two of them get up, so I got up too. I walked to the kitchen, still in my shirt and pajamas, and as I walked by the bathroom I saw that the two of them were in the shower together. The bathroom door was wide open, and I could see them washing each other behind the frosted glass of the shower door. I couldn't see details because the glass is heavily frosted, but I could see enough to know what was going on.

I continued on to the kitchen, made coffee, and eventually heard them turn off the shower. When they walked back to the bedroom, I caught a quick glimpse that told me they were still naked. It looked like Jimmy shared Megan's inattention to modesty. I couldn't decide if this was going to be a problem or going to be fun. Time would tell.

When they came into the kitchen, they were, thankfully, dressed. Jimmy came up behind me, hugged me and gave me a kiss on the neck and nibbled my ear and patted my butt. Just like nothing had happened. Which it hadn't. Later, we all went out to lunch, then Megan went to work at 3:00, and Jimmy and I went out window shopping at the expensive stores in Boston on Newbury Street. We held hands while we walked, and sometimes we put our arms around each other. 

We got something to eat and we came back to the apartment and just hung out for a while. I went to bed at about 10:00, before Megan came home from work, so if there was a sex show that Saturday evening, it was after I was asleep so I didn't know it. I went to work Sunday morning.

It was the three-day Memorial Day weekend, so Jimmy was with us Sunday night also. Sunday night, I again made it a point to go to bed early before Megan got home from work so that I'd sleep through the sex show. I didn't have to work the next morning, so I slept late but still got up before Megan and Jimmy. I was sitting at the kitchen table leisurely eating a bagel, listing to my I-pod with headphones on, when I felt Jimmy put his arms around me and give me his normal morning kiss. When I turned around, I felt my arm rub against something unusual – a penis. A soft penis surround by pubic hair. Jimmy's penis. Yes, Jimmy was completely naked, smiling at me as though this were completely natural and unremarkable. (Yes, I know, it is natural, but you know what I mean!)

I kept my cool, didn't stare, nor did I ostentatiously look away. I just acted cool, calm, and collected while Jimmy poured himself some coffee and spread cream cheese on a bagel. In a minute or two, Megan came into the kitchen, wearing bikini panties and a t-shirt. She hugged me, made herself breakfast, and the two of them sat down at the table with me. Just like that. Just like that. 

I guess I didn't do such a good job of acting cool, calm, and collected as I thought I did, because, that evening after Jimmy left, Megan asked me if I'd been upset that Jimmy had been naked in front of me. Fortunately, I'd had a few hours to think about the question and had decided that I was ok with it. I didn't want Megan and Jimmy to have to adapt their lives around my hang-ups. And, besides, who doesn't like to look at a naked boy, especially somebody you really like? I told Megan that I was ok with it and she didn't need to worry. I convinced her and later I worked on convincing myself.

The next weeks were much the same. During the week, Megan and I, when our work schedules allowed, renewed our friendship back to the level we had in high school – very best buddies. On the weekends, wonderful Jimmy joined us. I often offered Megan and Jimmy time to go out alone or just be by themselves, but they never accepted and always insisted on including me. We were the Three Musketeers, always together enjoying each other's company, and sometimes devolving into the Three Stooges when we were silly or a little drunk or stoned. They were very sweet.

Every weekend night, Megan and Jimmy had sex and I listened. I got very good at deducing what they were doing based on the sounds I was hearing. If the bed were moving back and forth and both were making noises, that was the missionary position. Usually, they'd start in the missionary position and continue a while until Jimmy climaxed. (I learned what noises he made when he climaxed.) Sometimes, if only Jimmy were making noises and the bed was still, it meant that Megan was giving him oral sex. If only Megan was making noises and the bed was still, it meant that Jimmy was giving her oral sex. Sometimes, but not always, they'd start with oral sex, but not for very long, because they always went into missionary position immediately after.

After Jimmy climaxed, they'd rest for a while, with a little talking and kissing, then the bed noise would switch to up-and-down, which meant that Jimmy was ready to go again and now Megan was on top. Jimmy would say little, Megan would be vocal, and the word "boobs" would show up every once in a while. Megan would ride him for about 10-15 minutes, which is a long time, then she would climax, which was always a high-pitched muffled sound. They would then rearrange, rest for a few minutes, and Jimmy would go to the bathroom and pee and flush the toilet.

All this, I deduced from listening through the wall. Alone, in my bed.

Usually, I masturbated while I listened, and it felt really good and sometimes it helped. But just as often, it left me unsatisfied and worse off than when I started. I even secretly started using a toy. I bought a dildo online and made sure that the delivery would happen on a day that I wasn't working but Meghan was. I don't know why I didn't want to tell Megan – she would have told me. But I was embarrassed. I was even more embarrassed that it didn't really help. It was clumsy to use and I couldn't get it to rub just the right spot inside, and since my right hand was in use, I couldn't rub my nipple properly. It didn't help, and I eventually threw it into the dumpster.

As June wore on, my sexual frustration grew. Megan knew this, of course, because she knew I didn't have a sex partner. I didn't discuss my masturbation problems with her though. I don't know why, but I didn't. 

I never said anything about listening to their sex, but Megan and Jimmy eventually figured it out. It was a Saturday night at the end of June, and when Megan had finished her orgasm, I heard, through the wall, not loud but a little clearer than usual, Megan say "Goodnight Jenny." It took me a minute to figure out what had happened, then I replied, "Goodnight Megan." Megan and Jimmy burst out laughing and I did too. The secret was out.

Megan and Jimmy came running into my room, both stark naked, wet, and smelling of sex, and jumped onto my bed, giggling. "Did you enjoy the show?" Megan asked. I nodded in the dark. She picked up my right hand and sniffed it, then gave it to Jimmy to sniff. "What do you think she's been doing while she listened?" she asked Jimmy.

Jimmy sniffed, made a fake frowning face, and said, "Smells like self-abuse to me." He was right, of course. That hand had been very busy just a few moments earlier. I don't know whether he actually could smell it or was just guessing, but I could feel myself turn red. Fortunately, it was too dark for them to see.

Megan now frowned also. "That's what I thought too." Then she looked at me sternly, "Little girl, I think we need to punish you. Self-abuse is the path to ruin." Then she started tickling me and Jimmy joined the party. They pulled back the covers and I realized that I was wearing nothing but a t-shirt because my pajama bottoms and panties were somewhere on the floor. I wanted to cover up, but there was nothing I could do about it. It was dark and maybe they didn't see.

I am very ticklish, and the two of them were all over me, so I was screaming for them to stop. They stopped tickling, then it got worse. They rolled me over on my stomach and now my bare butt was exposed. They could see that for sure. Megan gave me a single good hard spank, then Jimmy took over, but he was much more merciful and after a few real spanks, gave me only play-spankings. Lots of spankings. Megan wanted him to make it harder to really punish me, but they were just play. 

Both Megan and Jimmy now lay down next to me, one on each side, each with an arm around me, and we all slowly stopped laughing. Finally, Megan said to Jimmy, "I think we should let her get some sleep. She has to get up very early for church tomorrow to repent for her sins." They got up and Megan gave me a kiss on my bare butt and covered me with my sheet. Jimmy blew me a kiss on the way out, and they went back to their bedroom.

I thought the evening was over, but then, through the bedroom wall, I heard Megan, speaking loudly and clearly so that I could certainly hear. "Fuck me again baby. I need some more. I need it really bad."

Jimmy responded equally loudly, "I just can't do it again honey. I just can't. You'll have to abuse yourself like Jenny does." 

I responded sternly this time, "Goodnight Megan. Goodnight Jimmy." They quieted and I smiled to myself. Megan and Jimmy are such fun friends.

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The next day at breakfast, both inquired as to whether my butt had recovered. I was wearing my panties and pajama bottoms now and Megan actually pulled down the waistband so she and Jimmy could look to see if I was still red. Very funny.

Later that day, after Jimmy left, Megan asked me "I hope it was ok, what we did last night."

"I loved it," I answered, smiling. 

"How much can you hear through the wall?" she wondered.

I smiled some more, "Pretty much everything."

"Everything?" she asked.

I was in a naughty mood, so I imitated her high-pitched orgasm ooh-aah sound. It was a pretty good imitation, if I may say so. I gave her a big grin.

Megan frowned. "Every night?"

"Yep."

Megan paused for a moment. "I'm sorry. We shouldn't do that to you."

"It's ok. The walls are thin. There's nothing you can do about it. Actually, I kind of enjoy it." Then I added, laughing, "It's the only sex I get!"

Megan was sympathetic. "I don't know what I'd do if I couldn't have sex for three months. I'd go nuts."

I shrugged, "Yep, that's pretty much what I do. Go nuts." I thought some more and realized that I hadn't gone three months without sex since I was 16.

Megan was quiet for a few moments, then looked at me sincerely, not smiling any more. "Do you want to borrow Jimmy some time while I'm at work?"

I was stunned and stammered, "I couldn't do that!"

"Why not? It would be ok. I want you to."

"Are you joking? I couldn't do that with your boyfriend." I wasn't seriously considering the offer – it was so outrageous -- but there was the obvious question, "Would Jimmy want that?" 

"Of course he would. He's a boy and you're a pretty girl. What boy wouldn't want to have sex with you?" 

That made some sense. You know how boys are. But then she added more. "Besides, I already asked him."

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That Wednesday, we could stay up late because neither one of us had to work the next day. So we decided we'd have a sleepover, just like we used to do when were kids. We went down to the corner convenience store and brought back snack supplies, then we pulled down all the window shades and changed into our sleeping clothes, which were just a tank top and panties in the summer. We brought all the blankets and pillows from the bedrooms and the cushions from the couch to make a big bed on the living room rug.

Then we popped a big bowl of popcorn, put our very oldest CD's into the changer, and brought out a deck of cards. We decided that there was going to be one important difference between this sleepover and the ones we had as teenagers: we substituted beer for soda. We're grownups now. Kind of. 

Then we sat down on the floor and played the same card games we always had. First, we played double solitaire, then go-fish. I know you're thinking that go-fish is pretty lame, but the nice thing is that you don't need to pay much attention and can focus on other important things, like talking about boys. 

We talked mostly about boys from our high school days. Megan had been in touch over the years with some of our friends from high school so she was up-to-date on a lot of the news. She knew which boys who seemed so hot back then were losers now, and which ones who had been pimply shy nerds were now real grownups. She knew a few who were married, and one or two who had children, and even one who was married, divorced, and re-married already. We tried to remember which ones we'd hooked up with, and we remembered the ones we'd lost our virginities to. We laughed remembering how incompetent our sex had been then. There was one boy that we'd both had sex with, me as a sophomore and Megan in the summer after graduation, and, probably for the 20th time, we compared what sex with him had been like. He'd learned a lot in two years.

After we had gone through all the news, we'd had enough of cards and were wondering what to do next. Megan had an idea, "Let's play with ourselves!" She gave me a big smile and I burst out laughing. I tried to remember the last time we'd masturbated together. It was three years at least, maybe four. 

"Do you have a Playgirl?" I asked. That's why she used to bring Playgirl to our sleepovers in high school, so that we could play with ourselves while "reading" it. Back then, we'd pick an evening when my brother was out, block the bedroom door with a chair, and hover together over the Playgirl photos, getting ourselves off.

"Even better than Playgirl," Megan answered, and went off to her bedroom. She came back with a DVD. "Clara at work has a porno collection. She supplies the whole floor. She's like the Netflix of porn." 

She handed me the DVD, but there wasn't much to look at. No cover pictures or anything. "What kind of porn is it?" I asked.

"Don't know. I haven't seen it. Let's watch it. I want to get myself off. How about you?" 

"Are you kidding?" I laughed. "I've been permanently horny for three months. "

Megan turned off the music CD's and put in the DVD and turned on the TV. Then she ran back to her room and came back with a small package. She handed it to me.

"What's this?" I asked.

"What's it look like?"

I turned it around and examined it. It had four small bottles, each named with a fragrance. I realized what it was and started laughing. "It looks like jack-off lotion! Where did you get this?" I was laughing hard. 

"It's Personal Pleasure Aroma Oil for Women," Megan answered. "I got it at CVS."

"The drugstore sells this now? Weren't you embarrassed to buy it?" I asked. We were both giggling.

"There was a teenage boy at the checkout. I gave him a great big smile when I paid. He turned twelve shades of red. I wanted to ask him for help choosing just the right lotion, but that seemed too cruel so I just paid for it." Megan smiled wickedly and examined the four bottles, "What fragrance do you want?"

I picked lavender and Megan picked vanilla. We took off our panties, sat down on the floor next to each other and started up the DVD. I put a few drops of lavender oil on my fingers and rubbed it into my pussy, and it felt surprising nice. We fast-forwarded over the bullshit "story" to get to the good part-- where the clothes came off. Soon, there was a heavily made-up girl with huge fake boobs, fake lips, and fake moans getting screwed doggy style by a heavily-muscled black man who looked like he was probably gay. This was the worst kind of porn. After a few minutes, my attention wandered from the TV and over to Megan and my fingers wandered out of my pussy.

"I wish I had pubic hair like yours," I told Megan. I was starting the ritual, complimenting her on a feature I admired. She was lying on her back now, and my hand touched her patch, running my fingers through the soft fur. Megan's hands joined mine, stroking her beautiful bush. She has very fine hair, almost straight, and as soft as rabbit fur, while I have a huge mass of over-grown coarse heavy curls. Her patch is beautiful and mine is a mess regardless of what I do to try to tame it.

"If you had pubic hair like mine, you wouldn't have that gorgeous hair on your head," she responded, taking her role in the ritual. It was true. The same thick curly hair that looked overgrown in my crotch was fun and bouncy on my head, while Megan's hair was thinner and flat and straight. I accepted the compliment quietly.

"Maybe you should shave it," Megan said. This wasn't the first time we'd discussed shaving my pubic hair. I'd considered that, but had heard that it itched when it grew back and it was a pain to keep shaved, so I hadn't done it. She continued, "If you shaved it, it would show off your pretty pussy. Your pussy is a lot prettier than mine."

Megan and I had traded compliments many times over the years, but this was a new one. Nobody had ever complimented my pussy before. "What are you talking about?" I asked, taken by surprise. "What's a 'pretty' pussy? What don't you like about yours?" Though I didn't say it, I also wondered who I'd be showing off my pussy to – it wasn't like anybody ever saw it.

Megan answered, "I've got all these lips hanging out. Aren't they gross?" She emphasized the word "lips" with disgust, and opened her pussy to show me. She flicked the inner lips with her fingers.

I looked at hers and at mine. My lips didn't hang out and I guess it did look neater. "You're crazy." I told her. Your pussy is just fine. Jimmy seems to like it." That was indisputable.

We both laughed and I changed the subject, looking at the TV. "This DVD is really stupid," I said. "It's not doing anything for me."

Megan agreed and turned it off. "I've got something better!" she said brightly. She went to her bedroom and came back with her laptop computer and some cables and plugged it into the TV. "Want to see a video of me and Jimmy fucking?"

I was astounded. "You made a video? How did you do that?" 

"We set Jimmy's camera up on the desk. It can take video. It can go for like 30 minutes or so if the memory card is big enough. We brought in some extra lamps so there'd be enough light. It came out pretty good," she explained, as if it this conversation were the most normal thing in the world. Of course you take movies of yourself having sex, and of course you offer to show them to your friend. Of course. Completely normal. 

I did really want to see the movie, but I didn't want to seem over-anxious and I thought it was polite to ask, "Is Jimmy ok with me seeing it?"

Megan laughed, "I don't think he'd mind if I rented an auditorium and sold tickets. You know he doesn't care." She was right. He wouldn't care.




Among Friends



So we watched the movie, sitting side by side together, with our fingers in our pussies. We took off our tops for better access to our breasts. The movie actually had pretty good picture quality, though the sound wasn't so good. It wasn't like Hollywood, but you could certainly see what was going on. There were times when I hoped the camera would zoom in on the action, but there was, of course, no way to do that. 

The video started with Megan lying naked on the bed facing the camera and Jimmy walking away from the camera. He was still soft. Video-Megan said something I couldn't understand, rolled over onto her back, opened her legs, and Jimmy went diving. Video-Megan held his head in her hands and it seemed like she was guiding him to the best parts. I could see enough of Megan's face to know she was enjoying it, but it wasn't enough to make her cum. 

They only did the oral stuff for a couple of minutes, probably just to get lubricated up, and Jimmy mounted her. I'd hoped for a good view of his erection then, but it was hidden by her legs and I caught only the most fleeting view. He was inside her now and they began pumping slowly at first, then faster. I could hear on the video the familiar sound of the bed moving front-to-back.

I enjoyed watching their hip motion. They moved their hips toward each other in perfect coordination, Megan lifting her hips off the bed at each thrust. She was working hard. Soon they started kissing and it looked like heavy tongue action. I saw Megan's hands wrapped around Jimmy's back, and after a few minutes, her grip got tighter and her fingers were digging deep into his flesh. I could hear some muffled sex sounds, just like when I'm listening through the wall.

It was clear that this part of the sex was for Jimmy's benefit, and in a few minutes he started thrusting more deeply and his back arched. They broke the kiss and Jimmy pulled his head up, eyes closed and face contorted, and he came with a distinctive grunts that I easily recognized from my time alone in my dark room. He fell against her and she held him and kissed him. He rested a few moments, then rolled off, soft and wet, and they kissed, lightly this time. 

They lay together quietly for a minute or two, then Jimmy got up and turned off the camera. I knew what would happen next, and immediately the camera came back on and Jimmy walked back to the bed, away from the camera. I guessed that about ten or fifteen minutes had passed and they were now ready for more. There was a towel on the bed that hadn't been there before, so it looked like they had wiped up some wet spot. 

It was Megan's turn now. They began kissing again, but soon Jimmy moved his attention to Megan's breasts. He kissed them, avoiding the nipple to tease her, for a long time. Finally, she took hold of his head and moved it so his mouth was on her nipple, and he began to lick it. His hand went to the other nipple, so he was kneading one while licking the other. But that wasn't good enough for Megan and she moved his head closer and now he was sucking the nipple. I couldn't hear, but I could lip-read Video-Megan saying the familiar words, "God, I love to have my boobs rubbed." You could tell by her face that she was nearly ready to cum, just from having her boob sucked. The screwing hadn't even started.

I turned my eyes from Video-Megan on the TV to Real-Megan sitting next to me, and the expression on her face was the same as the one as on the TV. She was transfixed and didn't even notice I was watching. She had her right hand in her pussy, working it heavily, and her left hand on her nipple, kneading it. The two hands were synchronized, moving at the same pace. Her nipples were gleaming, I guessed from the vanilla oil. My own fingers were doing the same thing as Megan's, but my oil was lavender.

My eyes went back to the TV. Video-Megan and Jimmy rolled over and she mounted him. Once again, I'd been hoping to see Jimmy's erection, but they rolled away from the camera and Megan's body was in the way, and once again, I got only a very fleeting glimpse.

Now Video-Megan was on top, and Jimmy had one hand on each boob, using his thumb to massage the nipples. The bed was making up-and-down noises now, and Megan was really pounding away and sweating hard, faster and faster, and her eyes grew wide and her breathing hard, for a number of minutes. She was making the high-pitched noises I recognized, working toward an orgasm. 

But my eyes turned from the TV to Real-Megan, who had the same glazed eye look as Video-Megan, but was making a different sound, lower pitched, more grunt than squeal, and I recognized this sound too. Real-Megan was having an orgasm and it was a good one and it turned me on incredibly. Then my own fingers went harder and faster on my own clit and nipples, and I had a small climax too, almost at the exact same time that Video-Megan had a big one.

When she was done, Video-Megan collapsed into Jimmy's arms, and Real-Megan and I turned to each other with big happy smiles on our faces. We were both wet with sweat on our faces and chests and crotches, and with aromatic oil on our nipples and pussies. We hugged tightly, with little tears in our eyes. I had only one thing to say, "That's a hell of a video." She smiled, and we hugged again. We held each other until we'd calmed down, then broke the hug and tried to get ourselves organized. I brushed the hair out of my eyes. 

We lay down next to each other and held hands and rested a couple of minutes more. The video was over now.

After we'd turned off the TV, I asked her, "Did you know that you make a different noise when you're having an orgasm screwing than you do when you're masturbating?" I demonstrated the noises for her – a high-pitched whine for screwing, and a lower-pitched panting when masturbating. 

Megan turned to face me. "Yeh, I knew that. I don't know why I do that." 

I wondered if I do the same thing. Next time I'm screwing, whenever that might be, I'll try to remember to notice.

I had another question. "Why do you make Jimmy cum first?"

Megan explained, "After he cums and gets hard again, he can last forever. I can go as long as I want on top and don't have to worry that he'll cum and ruin it for me before I'm done." Megan paused and we were quiet, and she continued, "I guess you liked the video, didn't you?" she smiled.

"Just a little." I grinned. "What else do you have on that computer?"

"There's some dirty pictures of me, and a video of me playing with myself. Nothing you haven't seen before," she answered. She got up and turned off the TV and disconnected the computer. "Nothing else of Jimmy, if that's what you're asking."

"I didn't get to see Jimmy's erection." I fake-pouted.

Megan thought for a moment. "I hadn't thought of that. I guess it was inside me the whole time?"

"Except for just a couple of moments. Your leg was pretty much in the way then."

Megan shrugged. "Then I guess you'll just have to see it in real life. That's better than a video anyway." Then she added, "It's a nice erection. You'd like it." 

I didn't know exactly what she meant about me liking it, but I let the topic drop. We were both exhausted now, so we moved the popcorn, snacks, and beer off the makeshift bed, turned off the lights, and got under the sheet. Megan rolled over next to me and put her leg on top of mine and her head on my shoulder. I could feel her wetness against my thigh and got a whiff of vanilla. "You should come to bed with us this weekend." 

It was dark and I didn't know quite what to say. "You mean with you and Jimmy, while you're doing it?"

Megan continued, "You should. The door is always open. You can come in any time. I really mean it and Jimmy really means it." She kissed me and rolled back to her side of the bed. Then she looked back at me and added, "I want you to." 

We held hands and went to sleep. I knew it was true-- their door was always wide open.

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The next night when I went to bed, I found the bottle of lavender oil by my nightstand. It was a thoughtful gift.

I didn't know what to expect that Friday night. I wasn't going to join them in bed-- that was for sure. Jimmy was her boyfriend and I wouldn't do that to her. But I didn't know what they'd do now that they knew I was listening. Would they be extra quiet so I wouldn't hear, or would they be extra noisy to show off for me? Or maybe they'd run into my room and jump into my bed and rape me. I didn't know what they'd do. I didn't even know what I wanted them to do.

Actually, Friday night turned out rather uneventful. After everybody went to bed, the normal noises started, and I relaxed. I took off my panties, used a couple of drops of lavender oil, and enjoyed myself, just like normal, making myself even more frustrated. Megan and Jimmy were neither louder nor softer than they'd been before. I guess they either wanted me to hear or didn't care that I did. 

There was one small change. When they were finished and had caught their breath, I heard Jimmy speaking, not loud but a little more clearly than normal. "Goodnight Jenny." They laughed, and I laughed, and I wished them goodnight also. I put my panties back on. After Jimmy went to the bathroom and peed, he came into my room and kissed me good night, then went back to Megan's room. We all went to sleep.

The next morning, I was in the kitchen drinking a cup of coffee when Jimmy and Megan woke up. Like normal, Jimmy came over and gave me a hug and a kiss, this time on my shoulder. Then he paused, sniffed, and said, "Is that lavender I smell?" 

I knew what he meant and that Megan had told him about the oil. I smacked him and he started laughing. Megan smacked him too and he laughed harder. Then we both were smacking him and soon poor naked Jimmy was on the floor with two girls beating on him, all three of us laughing until we finally were so tired we couldn't do it anymore.

As soon as Jimmy left the room, I whispered to Megan, "Did you tell him about watching the video?"

"Of course."

"And what we did while we were watching?"

"Of course." 

I should have been embarrassed but I wasn't. More tingly than embarrassed. "What did he say?" I asked.

"He said he'd wished he'd been there to watch, and that next time we have a jack-off session we should invite him." 

Yep, that sounded like exactly what he'd say. I smiled.

Then Megan continued, "And he said that anytime you want to see his erection, he'd be happy to show it to you."

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When Jimmy was visiting, often I'd have to go to work early so I wouldn't see him or Megan in the mornings. But when we were all home together, I got used to seeing him and Megan, usually in their birthday suits, eating breakfast, or in the bathroom, or just hanging out in the living room. I got used to being hugged and kissed with a three-inch soft penis bumping against my leg. It soon got to be no big deal.

You might wonder what I was doing while Megan and Jimmy were-- shall we say-- unconcerned about modesty. The answer is that I pretty much kept my clothes on. When Jimmy was around, I slept in a tank top and pajama bottoms, or sometimes a nightgown, but during the week when there was no Jimmy, I was in just panties and maybe a small top or maybe not. During the week, there was no need to close the bathroom door, but on weekends, if I was on the toilet or in the shower, I swung the door at least mostly closed if I thought Jimmy might walk by. 

This made no sense to Megan. The big turning point came the first weekend in July. Both Megan and Jimmy had worked late on Friday, so Jimmy wasn't coming until Saturday morning. Megan and I were up, sitting in the living room about 10 o'clock when we heard a car-door close. Megan looked out the window. "He's here!"

"I'd better get some clothes on," I said, as I started to the bedroom. I was wearing what I'd slept in—just bikini panties and a thin white cotton tank top. Megan was wearing pretty much the same thing.

Megan gave me a quizzical look. "You don't have to do that. Don't worry about it." 

"I'm nearly naked!"

"So what? You think he cares? This is your home too. Just be comfortable."

She had a point but I wasn't convinced. "My boobs are sticking out. This shirt is nearly transparent!" 

Megan was stern now. "Jenny, in case you haven't noticed, neither Jimmy nor I care about things like that. If you're uncomfortable, put some clothes on. But neither he nor I would mind if you were wearing nothing at all."

Jimmy knocked on the door and I had a quick decision to make. I decided Megan was right. I didn't go to put clothes on and just stayed in the living room. Jimmy came in, hugged Megan and gave her a long-lost-lovers' kiss, then came over to me, put his arms around me and kissed my neck. Just like normal. Just like normal. We all ate breakfast together.

After breakfast, I went to the bathroom to pee. I looked in the mirror and saw bouncing breasts and brown nipples sticking through the shirt, completely visible. I saw a mass of pubic hair sticking out from my panties. That's what Jimmy had seen and it was ok. It was ok with him, of course, but more importantly, it was ok with me. I made my decision and left the door open while I peed. Wide open. It was very brave of me, but nobody came in or walked by, so, in one sense, it didn't matter. But it was a big deal. 

I decided then and there that I wasn't going to worry anymore about Jimmy seeing me. It just made more sense that way. After all, I'd never been uncomfortable having any of my boyfriends see my body. This was no different, was it?

I don't mean that I walked around the kitchen naked like Jimmy (and sometimes Megan) did – I thought about it but never had the nerve to do it. But I left the bathroom and bedroom door open pretty much all the time, whether Jimmy was there or it was just Megan and I. Sometimes I had to remind myself, but I did it. 

Our schedules didn't completely overlap so Jimmy didn't see me very often. But there was one time that I was in the shower and Jimmy came into the bathroom. I'm sure he saw something, but the frosted shower door hides a lot so he didn't get a clear view. He just said "Good morning" or something like that. No big deal.

Then there was the morning that I was on the toilet wearing nothing but panties (and those were down to my knees) when Jimmy walked by in the hallway. He saw me and waved and kept walking, and that was the end of that.

There was another toilet incident, this one more interesting. I was sitting on the toilet looking at a magazine. I had on a thin lacy bra and panties (down to my knees of course) and Jimmy came in and saw that the toilet was in use. So he unzipped and peed in the sink! That took my mind off my own nakedness and I couldn't help but ask, "Do boys always do that?"

He shrugged and answered, "Saves water." Then he finished, zipped up, washed out the sink quickly with his hands, and left. I washed the sink again myself before I brushed my teeth.

The first time Jimmy really saw me completely naked was surprisingly uneventful. I was in my room getting ready for bed and Jimmy walked in to tell me something. He wasn't naked but I was. Completely naked. I had a pair of bikini panties in my hand, ready to put them on, which was now all I wore to bed in the warm weather. I had the presence of mind to not try to cover myself, and I continued, casually, casually, casually, to put my panties on. We talked for a moment or two and he left. He didn't stare but neither did he avert his eyes, and neither of us commented on it. It was a complete non-event, just like it was supposed to be. It made me braver.

The next big event was the following Saturday when the three of us were getting ready to go out to a bar for the evening. I was dressed and ready in the living room when Megan and Jimmy came in, also ready to go. Megan saw me and gave a look of disapproval. I asked why.

"You look like a nun. How can you expect to meet somebody dressed like that?" she said.

"A nun?"

"You're all covered up. Could that neckline be any higher? And you're wearing a bra, for God's sake! Liven up, woman. We're going out drinking, not going to a job interview in a convent. You've got a beautiful body. You should show it off." She was emphatic and not to be argued with. 

I looked at what Megan was wearing. It was one of my own tops. She was braless of course, her pointy nipples were sticking through, and there was more than a hint of their brown color visible through the cloth. I liked the look.

Megan went to her bedroom and came back with two of her tops and one of mine. "Try these," she said.

She handed me one, so I took off the top I was wearing. Megan held out her hand and demanded the bra, so I took that off and put on the top she'd handed me. Megan wasn't pleased, so I took that off and tried the second one, then finally the third. Only when I put the third one on did it occur to me that I had been completely bare-breasted in front of Jimmy. It was too late to stop now.

Megan made her decision. "I like the second one. It shows off your boobs the best."

I had used the TV as a mirror for each top and had to admit she was right. It was more form fitting and just a little tight. You didn't have to look too closely to see that I wasn't wearing a bra. It would attract male attention. I took off the third top, but before I could put the second one back on, Megan put her hand on my breast, touched it gently, and said to Jimmy, "Doesn't she have beautiful boobs?" Jimmy nodded approvingly and came closer to me. Megan continued, "Feel how firm they are. They're so smooth and firm. Don't you just love them?"

Jimmy did what he was told and put his hand on my other breast, caressed it, and reported sincerely. "Very nice indeed." 

They took their hands away and I put the second top back on. It wasn't until later that I thought about how strange this sequence of events had been. At the time, all I knew was it felt good. Really good. 

Sure enough, I got some male attention at the bar that evening, but unfortunately not from anybody I was interested in. But Megan, Jimmy, and I had a great time.

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I've told you that Megan loves to have her boobs rubbed, but I should tell you more about that. She wasn't shy about asking Jimmy to play with her boobs, even in-- shall we say-- unusual circumstances. Like in the living room. Sometimes if we were sitting in the living room, Jimmy would sit on the couch and Megan would sit on the floor in front of him, tucked between his legs with her back toward him, and she'd ask him to rub her boobs. He'd lean over, put his hands down her top and fondle her. 

Or at the pool. In July, it was warm enough to go the pool, which Megan and I often did. If the sun were bright, Megan and I would put the suntan lotion on each other, but if Jimmy were there, it was his job to apply the lotion. I enjoyed his touch, much firmer than Megan's, almost like a massage, and he'd spend a long time doing it, kneading my back and legs and shoulders and feet and chest. With Megan, though, he'd make sure nobody was nearby, then put his fingers under her top and rub lotion into her nipples. The expression on her face was pure ecstasy. Jimmy never did that to me though, but I have to say it looked appealing.

Toward the end of July, there was a long heat wave, with temperatures near 100, which was unusual for Boston. The apartment wasn't air conditioned, and it was hot, hot, hot. Friday was the third day of the heat wave and Megan was working the evening shift, so when Jimmy arrived, he and I went out for dinner at an air-conditioned restaurant. We hung out there as long as we could, then came back to the apartment to wait for Megan to get home.

Normally Megan got home about midnight, but by 12:15 she wasn't home yet, which meant she'd had to work a little longer than normal. Jimmy and I were on the living room couch listening to music and drinking a beer. I had my feet in his lap so that he could play "Little Piggy" with my toes. That's how bored we were.




Among Friends



It was a hot summer day and Tom was spending it drinking mojitos with his wife Esther and their best friends, Mark and Susan, around the pool in the backyard. The men were lying in the sun and the women were swimming lazily in the warm water, chatting and laughing about things that happened in their youth. 

All four of them were friends since high school and they were married soon after they graduated from college. Now they were among the most important personalities of their small town, Tom being the town mayor and Mark the pastor of the community and both their wives were teaching at the local high school. They were in their early '40s and in good shape due to the outdoor activities they were doing together frequently. Both couples had children, Tom and Esther a boy, Rudy, 18 years old and Mark and Susan a girl, Rebecca, 19 years old. The kids were also very good friends and their parents used to joke often about marrying them.

The conversation was about the vacation Tom and Esther had two years before in Greece, when their friends couldn't make it due to the passing away of Susan's mother. 

"Man, you should have seen all those beauties. It was full of German and Russian girls and the best part is they were all topless! Every way you looked around - tits! All sizes and shapes! It was like tit heaven!" laughed out loudly Tom. 

"And you, Susan," asked Esther, "you weren't jealous?"

"Not at all, my dear," smiled Esther back, "I was topless myself! And anyway, he was suffering too much from a constant hard-on caused from starring too much at all those women!" 

After saying that, Esther started to whisper something at Susan's ear and both started giggling.

"What is it?" asked Mark curious. 

"What are you both laughing about?"

"Girl talk," blushed his wife.

"In fact, I think I can say it out loud, since I can see that both guys liked the story," said Esther looking at the tents which started to rise in the men's shorts. 

"I was telling Susan that there was a positive side to Tom's hornyness, since we were fucking two or three times a day, not to mention two occasions when I gave him blowjobs on the beach."

By now both men were at full erection and their shorts were on the verge of ripping apart. Susan and Esther were laughing hard, starring from the water at those tents. Their faces were flushed and one could see that even in the warm water their nipples were hard from the sexual tension brought on by the conversation. Susan's breathing was even more agitated and, leaving the shame beside and encouraged by the mojitos, she provoked her good friend:

"I don't believe you have the guts to stay topless on a public beach! Hell, you don't have the guts to take of your top here, between friends!"

"You wanna' bet?" asked Esther.

"OK, why not, I have nothing to lose," smiled Susan back.

At this point Esther's face became serious. 

"Then we should bet on something! How about the loser will do whatever the winner requests of her until sunset?"

"Like preparing mojitos and such or do you have something else in mind?" said Susan, presenting her most innocent expression.

"I said whatever, no refuses are allowed for no matter what reasons."

"I think I can take this bet, no way are you taking off your top in front of a man, other then your husband." 

Hearing this, a devilish grin started to appear on Esther's face. The men had slowly approached the girls during this conversation and were now sitting on the edge of the pool, with their feet in water and their dicks almost springing out of their shorts. Both of them, feeling a little tipsy from the alcohol and hormones, started humming Joe Cocker's song "You can leave your hat on."

Susan, as for intimidating Esther, placed herself between the men's legs and joined them in singing. The level of sexual tension was almost unbearable.

Esther, who was a petite slender blonde with generous tits, started to slowly take down the left strap of the bikini top, followed by the right strap. Her upper half was out of the water, so everybody could see clearly this partial strip tease. By now, the bikini top was fastened only in the back and the public started singing more loudly. 

Esther could even see that her husband inserted his right hand in his shorts and was caressing himself. Mark, seeing how bold Tom was, followed his example. 

Esther was feeling like in an out of body experience. It was like other hands were undressing her, while she was caressing her nipples through the fabric of the bikini top. 

Even Susan, who was as innocent as a pastor's wife should be, was feeling wet down there, and it wasn't the water. Her hands were holding onto both men's legs and she started to caress them, unconsciously.

"Come on, Esther baby, take it down!" said Susan.

Finally, Esther unfastened the bikini top and it fell into the pool. Her beautiful tits were free in the sun, the tan lines emphasizing their shape and firmness. Everybody stopped singing. Both men gasped and started stroking their cocks vigorously inside their pants, while Susan was gripping on their legs.

"So who's the loser now?" asked Esther smiling, while caressing her tits and playing with the nipples.

"I...I am," blushed Susan.

"OK, I thought so," laughed Esther.

"But I am not flashing out my tits for nothing! At least everybody is enjoying their selves." 

Esther was now looking at her husband and Mark, who were still teasing their hidden pricks.

"Boys, slow down, or you'll cum in your shorts!"

Only then noticed Susan the erections barely hidden in the shorts, at both her left and right her sides. 

"Susan, it's my time now to enjoy spoils of victory!" said Esther, as she approached the small group.

"Remember it was all a joke," told her Susan sheepishly.

"What do you mean? Are my boobs a joke? Because I see them bare, just as you dared me to!"

"I didn't mean that. I was saying that... oh, never mind. What do you want me to do?"

"So, boys, what should I ask her to do first?" the winner asked Mark and Tom. 

"Should she go topless too?"

"Yes! Topless!" shouted both men. 

It was obvious now that the mojitos, combined with the small striptease, had a very strong effect on them, leaving the boys without any inhibitions what so ever. And if in Tom's case was an ancient desire of seeing his best friend's wife naked, Mark was hoping that this will lead to more...

Susan's face was all red, as if burnt by the sun, but Esther was gently pulling her by the hand away from the men and was trying to encourage her.

"It's your time now. You'll see its simple... and you'll feel a lot better topless. The sensation is unique!" 

"It's not the sensation that scares me... it's the fact that I never been naked in front of another men beside my husband," said Susan innocently and enquiring her husband's eyes.

"So, if Mark gives you his blessing, you have no problem going topless?" asked Esther, while, in the mean time, her right hand was slowly entering her husband's shorts.

Susan's eyes were now glued to Tom's shorts, where a very obvious and hot handjob was commencing. 

"I guess not," said Susan. 

"So what do you say Mark, should your wifey respect the deal she's made and go topless? Not to mention that poor Tom here exposed his dear wife to you and he didn't get anything in exchange," said Esther laughing. 

"And it's obvious that your cock loved my boobs," she added, looking intently at the shape of his concealed dick.

Hearing these words, everybody started laughing and even Susan became more relaxed. It was now Esther's turn to hum the striptease melody, eagerly followed by both men.

"OK... there is no way to back down now,"thought Susan, in her drunken and horny mind.

So, as she saw Esther do, she proceeded to slowly unfasten her strapless top. All the eyes were glued on her bosom, as she was still keeping her bare tits covered with both hands. 

Susan was a tall redhead, with an athletic body and smallish tits. But as she slowly lowered her hands, you could see that her nipples were gorgeous, now also accentuated by the sexual excitement.

"You like what I'm doing, honey?" she asked her husband, as her eyes were glued to is.

But, as she moved her gaze over to the other couple, she was bewildered by the sight! 

Esther had lowered Tom's shorts to his feet and was now kissing her way up his legs, dangerously approaching his fully erected cock. Susan couldn't believe what she was seeing and was hypnotized by that 7 inch cock which was slowly caressed by Esther's small hand. 

"Stop all this madness!" she wanted to say out loud, she wanted to ask her husband to take her home, but no words were coming out of her mouth. 

Instead, she could feel her mouth full with saliva, as if she was thinking about eating chocolate. Her moral self was demanding to be outraged and to forever break the friendship with these immoral persons. Her lustful self was strongly arguing against it, reminding her of their long friendship and promising unknown and unimaginable pleasures.

Finally, as she looked at her husband, Mark had gotten his cock out too and was stroking it vigorously while watching their friends. And when Esther's lips started to apply soft kisses on Tom's cock, Mark almost shot his load. That was the final argument in her inner debate. 

"You like what you're seeing baby?" Susan asked innocently her husband.

And saying these words, she bent between his husband's legs, gently pulled off his hand from the cock and started kissing and licking it. 

"I love your cock," she was whispering to Mark, while applying soft kisses on the one and only cock in her life. 

But she couldn't help herself from stealing glances at Tom's cock. While both cocks were about the same length, Tom's was wider and it had a small curve that made it almost to touch his belly when fully erect.

The only sounds one could hear around that pool was the slurping the women made while sucking their husbands' cocks and the men's delighted moans. The backyard was surrounded by a high fence, dressed with plants, so there was no danger of any neighbor seeing them. Also, both kids were gone in a trip for the whole week-end with their friends, leaving the four adults free to play around the house.

As Susan was busy sucking her husband's cock and was enjoying Esther's caresses on her boobs, she noticed that both Mark's hands were on her head. It was then she realized that Esther and Tom had stopped their sucking and were watching them, while Esther was playing with her tits. Susan wanted to protest, but no sound escaped from her mouth full of cock, as Mark's hands were holding her head in place. 

"And all this is because I lost that stupid bet to Esther," she remembered. 

So there was nothing to be done, which was a good thing, given the fact that she really enjoyed all this attention.

"You are so beautiful," said Esther from Susan's behind, caressing both her smallish tits and softly kissing her shoulders, her neck, her cheeks... and when she was only two inches away from Tom's cock, she gently pulled Susan's mouth free from the cock and started to apply kisses on her lips. 

The women were kissing right next to Mark's cock, their faces rubbing on it from time to time. Tom was looking at his wife lost in delight. It was an old dream of his to share his wife with his best friend and, in exchange, to fuck Susan. He even discussed this couple of times with Esther and each time the conversation finished with a good fuck.

It was clear that the women were getting even hornier, as their kisses on the lips became full tongue kisses and Esther's hand travelled into Susan's panties. When the first finger penetrated the velvet folds, Susan gasped for air and her body begun shacking. 

"Ohhh my God!" yelled Susan feeling the intrusion in her most private parts.

Seeing that reaction, Esther introduced one more finger and started to move both fingers inside while using her thumb to caress Susan's clitoris.

"Wow.... it's like a wet dream," whispered Mark, who was afraid to even touch his cock as the girls where kissing right next to it, as if scared that all this will just vanish into thin air.

It was a heavenly sensation to feel the occasional touch by their cheeks while they were making out and he looked up to his friend. 

"Kiss her sweet mouth," said Tom, who was watching intensely the hot scene, while slowly stroking his cock and when he saw Mark's puppy eyes he smiled at him with approval. 

"It's a one in a lifetime opportunity, mate! We shoudn't blow it!" said Tom, encouraging Mark.

Mark needed no more: he slowly lowered his cock until it was between the girls' voluptuous mouths. And then it happened. For the first time in their friendship of over two decades, Esther sucked his cock into her hot mouth. 

"It feels like heaven!" gasped Mark with pleasure as another pair of lips touched his cock. 

It was all a man could take! 

"I'm cumming, I can't hold it back!" yelled Mark as his cock started spurting, filling Esther's mouth with hot and thick cum. 

It was so much cum that it begins dribbling out the corners of her mouth. 

Slowly, Esther took away her mouth from the still hard cock and, without breaking the eye contact with Mark, swallowed the load. 

"You are such a slut," said Susan lovingly and she pulled Esther's head closer and started licking cum from her face and kissing her deeply. 

Between the kisses, while throwing smiling glances to her husband, knowing that now half of his dream came true, she began approaching her husband.

"I think now it's time to reciprocate," she told Susan.

Hearing that, Susan began to wake up from her sensual dream.

"No way am I doing that!" she said while getting closer to her husband's cock, as for finding protection. 

"I... can't do that."

She looked very pretty, all wet and topless, her mouth smirked with traces of sperm, looking for shelter between Mark's thighs.

"Please Mark, tell them I can't do that." 

"I don't think its fair Susan, after all, she helped you... err..."

"I helped her blow you!" laughed Esther.

"Err... blow me... and you lost the bet..." said Mark.

"So, you are saying I have to?" demanded Susan to her husband.

"I don't think there is any other way now," replied Mark.

"Come on now, you'll see that you're going to enjoy yourself!" said Esther while slowly pulling her out of the water. 

By now, Tom was sitting on the edge of a pool chair, waiting eagerly for the beautiful prize his wife had won for him. Mark came too and took a seat on a chair close by, so he would have a good view on the scene. His heart was pounding like a sledgehammer, having mixed feelings of jealousy and lust towards what was going to happen. His wife, gently helped by Esther, was kneeling near Tom, but she could not find the nerve to touch his cock.

"Come on girl, feel it how hard it is for you," Esther encouraged her.

Slowly, inch by inch, Susan's hand travelled until it wrapped itself around that beautiful and a little bit curved cock. But after she stroked it twice, her hand retreated rapidly.

"I can't do it," she moaned. 

"I want to, but I just can't." 

But her body was telling her otherwise. Her mouth was full of saliva and, while she was resting her beautiful face on Tom's right thigh, she couldn't take her eyes away from his cock.

"Please Susan, it's so hard it hurts," pleaded Tom.

"Have mercy on him, stop teasing and just do it," added Mark.

"Ok..." she whispered and her mouth came even closer to Tom's cock. 

He could now feel her hot breath blowing on the tip and this made him escape a moan of pleasure. 

"It's so hard... and hot... and tasty..." Susan whispered as Hhr lips started to gently probe on sensitive skin making his cock twitch with pleasure. 

He didn't dare touch her with his hands, afraid that this might scare her away.

"Yes baby, take that delicious cock in your mouth," encouraged her Esther, who was now sitting on Mark's lap.

It was now Susan's tongue's turn to make contact with Tom's cock.

"That is so fucking hot!" moaned Mark, looking at his wife preparing to suck his best friend's cock. 

His own shaft was still erect and was now resting between the folds of Esther's pussy, who was dry humping him while looking at her husbands exploits.

At this point, Susan felt that her pussy was dripping wet and that she reached at a point of no return. 

Ï have to have this cock in me, it is so hard and warm!" Susan was thinking and she closed her eyes and engulfed the entire head in her mouth, making Tom almost scream from pleasure. 

"Yeah baby! Suck it!" was all Tom could say at this sudden attack.

Seeing this, Esther repositioned herself, allowing Mark's cock to penetrate her, sending electric shivers from her pussy to her ears. 

"It is like a day in paradise!" said Esther, feeling that strange manhood ripping her apart.

Now, that Susan dropped all her inhibitions, she was giving Tom the best blow job of his life, deepthroating him. Esther could never do that! And next to him, his wife was involved in an equally hot scene, impaling herself over and over on Mark's shaft. Soon, the sucking and the view of his beautiful wife started to overwhelm him and the feeling that he'll explode soon was becoming more urgent.

"I'm cumming baby...," he whispered to Susan, for the first time touching her head with his hands. 

Hearing this, Susan's movements became even more rapid and she was now taking his cock even more deeply into her throat. 

"I can't ... hold it... anymore... I'm cumming!" and at that very moment Tom started spurting, filling Susan's mouth with hot sperm! 

Both of them were connected like a single organism through his cock and were panting and moaning together! When Tom's spasms finished, Susan did something Esther never tried: she lifted her head and kissed him with her mouth still full of cum, forcing it into his own mouth. It was thick and had a weird taste but he swallowed it, not wanting to refuse her. 

"Thank you for this sweet nectar," she said, looking so beautiful, the way she smiled at him, with a sense of achievement and with drops of cum on her pretty face.

In the next pool chair his wife was working hard on Mark's cock, sliding up and down on it in a position usually called reverse cowboy. 

"Your dick is filling my so good!" Esther was moaning abd one could read an expression of sheer pleasure on her face, as that slender and long cock was buried inside her.

"Baby, will you put it in the other hole too?" she purred toward Mark.

"Your... backdoor?" 

"Yes baby, put it in my ass, pretty please..." 

As they were having this conversation, their bodies had already begun preparing for the new position. Using her pussy juices as lube, Mark's cock had started to slowly insinuate itself into her tight hole. A deep, sensual moan escaped both. 

"I love this! I can feel it all the way up to my guts!" she was panting on top of Mark's shaft. 

She loved anal sex and now everything was going even smoother, as Mark's cock was thinner than Tom's.

"Oh... that feels so good... I am so full!" Esther moaned ecstatically. 

It was only now that she realized that her husband finished his deed and was relaxing side by side wit Susan, slowly caressing her body as they watched them fucking.

"You like what you see? It turns you on seeing your wife's ass stretched by your best friend's cock?" demanded Esther while riding Mark.

"I have to say I am still horny, even after I blown a huge load into this ass fucker's wife mouth!" laughed out loud Tom.

"Then why don't you come here and kiss me?" called Esther for him.

Tom needed no more encouragement. He left the chair, not without first kissing again Susan fully on her lips, and came next to his wife. Esther was riding Mark with energy and she moaned loudly when her husbands tongue penetrated her mouth. 




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"Please play with my tits, honey!" she asked her husband as she was pushing him down onto her body. 

Tom started kissing his way down to the tits, caressing, kissing, licking, playing with those beautiful globes. Esther was panting even more loudly, her level of excitement being almost unbearable. 

"Oh... honey... it is so good... you licking my tits... Mark stretching up my ass... I want more... I need to come... please...!" 

Esther was almost screaming with pleasure.

Between the kisses Tom demanded his wife what else she need, his cock being fully erect again and lust rushing back like a tidal wave.

"Play with my clit, honey... helps me endure the pounding in my ass!" 

Tom's finger had just started to play with her pussy, when he heard his wife moaning again:

"Not like that, honey... play with your tongue... lick me... taste my juices!"

Tom started mumbling looking at the beautiful pussy, opened like a rose and only inches away Mark's shaft buried in her ass.

"Please honey... I will do whatever you will ask me... lick my clit.... Suck my pussy!"

Reluctantly, Tom was approaching his wife's pussy, while in the next chair, Susan had started playing with her own, starring at the view of her three loved ones. The first time his tongue lapped at Esther's clit, Mark's balls slapped his chin. Tom retreated in haste.

"Oh... come on, Tom... don't be such a baby... or don't you like my pussy any more?" 

"But...," complained Tom.

"No buts... just lick... hurry baby... lick my pussy!" and saying that, Esther pulled Tom's head with both her hands and kept his mouth glued to her juicy pussy. 

Reluctantly, Tom started licking again. But, within seconds, the sight of Esther's ass filled with cock and the sweet taste of her pussy overwhelmed him with lust. Tom surrendered to his passion and began sucking on his wife's clit and licking her pussy lips like there was no tomorrow. 

"Your pussy is so sweet... and your juice is the most sweet liquid on planet Earth! I could get drunk only by licking you!" said Tom while his tongue was playing happyly on the soft pink folds.

But, as Murphy's Law says, if anything can go wrong it will. Due to the intensity of the movements with which Esther was slamming her ass against Mark's cock, the shaft slipped out, hitting Tom right over his mouth. For a split second, not interrupting his prior movements, he kissed it, taking the bulbous head between his lips. But then, he realized what he is dealing with and retreated swiftly.

"Honey... pretty please... can you put it back in?" demanded his wife with her sweetest voice.

"I... can't touch his... cock...," he replied, astonished.

"Oh, don't be such a prude! It's only a cock like yours! Put your hand on it and fill me up!" said Esther, more seriously this time.

Even Susan interrupted her self pleasuring and came behind him for encouragement.

"Come on, Tom, put that beautiful cock in...You like it when it fills your wife's ass, no? Just insert it back!" whispered Susan seductively in his ear. 

But seeing that Tom wasn't moving a muscle, Susan picked up his right hand and, as if it was a glove, put on her husband's cock. The shaft pulsated in Tom's hand. 

"You big pussy, you're afraid of a dick?" Susan was mocking him.

Mark couldn't see what was going on, but he had a pretty good idea. And he was too horny to back down from anything, no matter how kinky or perverse.

Now Tom was even more scared, because he really enjoyed the feeling of that warm and slick cock in his hand. It felt familiar, like holding his cock, but still different, dirty and sexy. And suddenly, his mouth was full with saliva, drooling at the sight of the long and slender cock in his hand. But Susan guided his right hand firmly, until Mark's cock was again buried in Esther's rosebud.

"Yes! Welcome back home, baby!" yelled Esther, as the shaft disappeared in her tight rosebud.

Susan was now a changed woman, her soul freed from all inhibitions while she was gazing upon her husband's shaft slowly disappearing and reappearing from her best friend's ass. She was now whispering at Tom's ear, gently kissing him:

"Isn't that hot, seeing Esther ass fucked by the good priest? Wouldn't you like to know how it feels?" 

And saying these words, Susan's left hand started to stroke his back and his ass cheeks. 

"Don't be shy Tom, take another taste, I am sure you want it!" said Susan in her most seductive manner. 

The sight of Esther's fucked ass hole and Susan's whispers, the smell of hot pussy and the taste of his own semen still fresh on his tongue, were like a drug. Tom was in the seventh sky, not one thought being spoiled by moral prejudices. His licks and kisses were descending from his wife's pussy to her anus, to Mark's cock and balls. He was fondling and sucking them gently, savoring the mixed taste of juices and genitals.

"This is it baby... let it go... let your lust guide you," Susan was whispering in his ear.

Even if couldn't see, Mark was well aware of what was happening down there. Between Esther's moans, he could hear Susan guiding Tom. And it felt wonderful to have his cock and balls licked and caressed and in the same time fuck a deliciously tight ass. His eyes were close, enjoying every moment of it. 

The waves of pleasure were mixing in his mind with the memories of his first bisexual experience, back in college, when he used to masturbate together with his best friend. And the night when, returning very drunk from a party, Tom passed out right in the middle of jerking off. He never knew that Mark had finished in his place the job. Mark at first only caressed his cock gently with the tip of his fingers, afraid that Tom might wake up. But when he was convinced that Tom was totally in the world of dreams, he took that hard on in his mouth, sucking until it spurted deep in his throat. And now, after all those years during which he didn't have the guts to renew the experience, Tom was repaying the favor. 

"Guys, I'm cumming. I'll explode!" said Mark with a tone of urgency in his voice.

Now Mark's hips weren't moving at all, to allow Tom to suck and lick at ease his cock and balls, but he was feeling the tension climbing and the eruption close. Esther sensed the approach of the climax too and was now rocking faster and harder, nearing her own orgasm. 

"I can't hold back anymore!"

And then it happened: spurt after spurt of hot jizz filled her ass while her entire body was shacking from the sheer pleasure. 

"Baby, I'm floded with jizz," said Esther exhausted.

She could only lay on top of Mark, letting his hard dick plopping out of her used and expanded rosebud. Both the dick and the ass were full of cum, like somebody had sprayed them with it.

"Come on big boy, taste it, lick it, don't let me down now," Susan whispered deliciously in Tom's ear. 

"And don't forget to share..." 

It was like Tom had lost his own will and was now driven only by Susan's words. He started licking and swallowing all the drops of hot cum that were all over Mark's cock and finished it by taking the entire shaft in his mouth. It was no more an accident. Tom was sucking his best friend's cock like there was no tomorrow, extracting every last drop of semen out of it.

Susan continued encouraging him while playing with his nipples. 

"Oh, God, Tom, you are soooo hot! Yes! Suck that beautiful cock!" 

Shivers were still running through Mark's body as his cock was delightfully sucked on. The only disappointment was that he couldn't enjoy the view since Esther was still lying onto of him.

Feeling Mark's cock getting softer, Tom diverted his attention to his wife's beautifully opened rosebud, from which more droplets of cum were coming out, forming a small pool on Mark's stomach. 

"It feels so good, baby, helping me after this long ass fucking," moaned Esther.

He licked that ass and Mark's body clean and finished by taking in his mouth all the sperm. Having done that, he turn towards Susan and kissed her deeply, pushing into her mouth all the cum he collected. Her eyes were glowing with pleasure, feeling the thick and salty jizz sliding down inside her throat. 

"I love when a man is sharing the sweetest things in life!"she joked and she continued kissing Tom until they both remained without breath.

Now, all four friends were lying exhausted, still panting from the effort and sexual tension, Mark and Susan cuddling on the pool chair and Tom and Susan at their feet.

"I think we should go inside and take a nap to gather our forces for later," said Susan smiling.

"I don't want to finish at this point. We still have a lot to do," added Esther.

Everybody agreed immediately.

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Authors note: This is my first story I have written, so please send me your comments and observations. English isn't my native tongue, so please be gentle with the critics referring to the poor vocabulary.