0 comments/ 9855 views/ 8 favorites Four Together By: TessMackenzie Sophie and Josh were the couple who still whispered and kissed and made out in public long after everyone else had stopped. They kissed a lot. They always had. They groped each other in public. When they were near each other, they wanted to be physically close. They hugged while they walked. They kissed each other in the middle of conversations. They tried to sit beside each other in crowded rooms, and made other people move so they could. After six years together, Josh still wanted Sophie. He wanted her like none of her friends were wanted. He chased her around the house if he saw her in her underwear, and he followed her into the shower when she was trying to get ready for work. Everywhere they went they were late, because one pulled the other back inside for a quickie on the way out the door. They had a lot of sex, so much that Sophie felt guilty and lied to anyone who asked. Two or three times a day, pretty much every day, even after six years. They had it often, and in stupid places too. They were always on the verge of being caught. He fingered her at the movies and she blew him in the car and they had sex in other people's bedrooms, at parties, just because they couldn't wait to get home. Neither of them could wait, once they got started. They both still ached for each other. That was what Sophie was. No children, a dull job, mostly financially dependent on Josh. She hadn't much that other people would envy in her life, except the intensity of their relationship. It was a good relationship. It was solid. It was love as well as sex. They were close, and still talked, and were kind to each other as much as they could be. Their friends pretended to be sick of them, but most, Sophie thought, secretly felt they were sweet. She and Josh were lucky. She didn't know why this had happened to them, why they'd ended up like this, but it had, and they were, and she was very glad. * Walking home from town one night, late, a little tipsy, Sophie started kissing Josh. Kissed, just to kiss him, then got distracted and started wanting more, because it was late and quiet and no-one else was around. And because that was just what they did. She stopped in the middle of the sidewalk, so he had to stop too, pushed her hands up inside his shirt and opened her mouth and kissed him until he started trying to grope her back. She'd worn jeans because it was almost winter and the nights were getting colder. He tried to get his hand down the front of them, but it didn't really work. The jeans were too tight. After this many years she should know better than to actually wear jeans, ever, but she still did. Josh gave up and unzipped them, and got his fingers inside her pretty quickly. Sophie was used to being felt up fairly publically, but not so used to it she'd actually fuck on the side of the road. While Josh fingered her, she started looking around for some cover. She'd got good at finding it, since they had been together. Overhanging trees, and bus shelters, and the dark hidden space between two parked cars. She'd had sex a lot of odd places, where she had to balance and lean and hold herself up, and by now she'd try almost anywhere except an actual public toilet, because that just seemed a bit grotty. There were terrace houses all down the street. Bigger houses, with front gardens and fences, but all with their walls touching each other and no alleys or parks or laneways between them. There were cars all down the street to hide behind, but it was fairly open, and fairly brightly lit. Sophie looked backwards. The house behind them had its lights off, and a hedge along the front path. That looked promising. It was two in the morning. Everyone would be asleep, and would stay that way, if Sophie and Josh were quiet. "Hey," she said, and walked backwards, pulling Josh with her. Little shuffling steps with her mouth still on his, and his fingers still wetly deep inside her. It was an older house, but tidy, done up with bright-colored paint. Someone had renovated it, Sophie thought. The garden was neat, so there wasn't anywhere much to hide. There was a covered porch, but going right up to the house and basically inside seemed a little much like trespassing. There was a waist-high brick fence between the garden and the street, though, and the end nearest the path was shadowed from the streetlamps, secluded in beneath the hedge. Sophie pulled Josh over, and leaned on the fence. Close against the hedge, where they shouldn't be seen. She undid her jeans some more, pulled them all the way open, and started kissing Josh again. "Just finger me," she whispered. "I'll blow you in a sec." He did. He kissed her neck and breathed against her hair and rubbed her slippery wet as she perched on someone's fence. She was already quite close. They were good at this, had a lot of practice. Each knew how to do the other, and what to do to themselves to hurry it along. Josh could get her off in three or four minutes, and she could do him in two, and she was actually quite proud of that. They'd been doing this for years without embarrassing themselves, or anyone else. He pushed his fingers against her, slid into her, rubbed gently, slippery over her lips. She undid his pants and started rubbing him too, because touching him when he was hard turned her on, and would make him quicker when it was her turn. They could have just gone home and had actual sex, but Sophie liked not waiting. She liked that they couldn't control themselves, and wondered how many of her friends got finger-fucked by their partners, on the side of the road, on the way home, like they were still horny teenagers. Sophie was almost there, wasn't really paying much attention to anything around her, when Josh's hand stopped and he said, "Wait, hold on." Sophie moved her head, tried to breathe gently. Tried to listen, without pressing her ear to his chest. Someone was coming down the road. She heard heels clicking on the asphalt, heard low voices, a second pair of feet. Another couple walking like she and Josh had been, she assumed. "Wait," Josh whispered, his fingers still inside her, and she bit her lip and nodded. The other couple walked closer. Sophie turned her face away, pressed it against Josh's chest. Josh looked past her head. They'd both learned long ago that other people noticed movement and they noticed faces and they didn't really see you otherwise, if you weren't moving or looking at them. The other couple walked up the street, and then stopped beside their house. Stopped beside the path Sophie and Josh were standing in, and then the woman said, "Hi." The owner of the heels, Sophie thought, without looking. Didn't look, because she felt embarrassed. "Um," Sophie said, her face against Josh's chest. "Hi." After all this time, doing things like this, they'd finally got caught and she was embarrassed. "This is our house," the woman said. "Yeah," Sophie said. "Shit. Of course it is." Reluctantly, she turned towards them. She wasn't sure what else to do. Josh seemed to be embarrassed too. He looked like he'd been caught doing something terrible. Sophie tried push him away, but he held on. He seemed to be trying to hide his cock inside her hand. "This is awkward," the woman said, but just kept standing there, which didn't really help. She sounded more like she thought it was funny. "A bit," Sophie said. "Um. Sorry, by the way." "It's fine," the woman said, still watching. "Happens more than you'd think, around here." "I'm really sorry," Sophie said, and hit Josh to make him let her go. "We're stopping." "You don't have to," the woman said. Sophie stood there for a minute, not sure what to say. "Seriously?" Sophie said. The woman shrugged. "You know what we're doing, right?" Sophie said. "I can guess." The woman was grinning. The guy beside her was smiling too. Sophie stood there for a moment, startled and a little turned on. She looked at Josh and decided he wasn't horrified by the idea either. "Dare you," the woman said. "You dare me?" "Yeah," the woman said. "I dare you. To finish what you're doing." "And what, you'll owe me a dare back if I do?" "Yep." Sophie thought about that. She wanted to laugh, and ask if they were all twelve, and suddenly she really didn't, both at once. "Any dare I like?" Sophie said. "Sure. Anything." Sophie looked up at Josh. She was wet. She was halfway through sex and had expected to come and Josh knew her well enough to know she wasn't going to be horrified by this. It wasn't like they weren't both halfway to being exhibitionists anyway, they'd just never been put on the spot before. And it wasn't like anyone was actually going to see anything. The light was bad, and Sophie was hidden against Josh. Sophie decided. "Want to?" she said to Josh. "I will if you will." Sophie looked at Josh, looked back at the couple, then reached down and pulled his hand back into her jeans. "Okay," she said. She stood there. It was easier to get off standing up in jeans if she just stood up, and held his wrist, and pushed herself into his hand. It wasn't really getting fingered as much as wanking herself by humping his hand, but it worked. She kissed him, and ignored the other two, even though she was painfully, sexily aware of them. She pressed onto Josh's hand and thought about what they were doing and got very turned on. He was moving his fingers now, quick, round and round strokes on her mound that always made her come. She listened to the quiet sounds of the city at night, and breathed in the cool night air, and pressed herself into Josh's hand and got herself off as quickly as she could. She came. She grabbed Josh's shirt with one hand and screwed it up into her fist, trying to avoid making any noise. She closed her eyes and bit her lip and made herself not moan. It was sudden and intense and more than a handjob orgasm usually was. She stood up on her toes, reached up and grabbed Josh's hair, and pulled his mouth down and kissed him. He kissed her back, and grinned. "I love you," he said, very quietly into her mouth. "You're fucking incredible." "Yeah?" she said, into his. "You too." She leaned against Josh, hugged him for a moment until her breathing went back to normal, then looked over at the couple watching her. She'd just let Josh get her off while two strangers watched, and she didn't seem to care at all. She glanced around to make sure no-one else had seen. "I'm Sara," the woman said, holding out her hand. "This is Owen." Sophie reached out and shook. Josh took his hand out her jeans without thinking, and reached over too. Sophie grabbed his wrist, and stopped him. They all looked at his hand. At fingers shiny with Sophie's wetness, even in the dim light. Sophie yanked on Josh's arm, pulled it down between them. Pulled it between her thighs, outside her jeans, and wiped it before they looked any more. She suddenly felt a bit embarrassed. "Well," Sara said. "Shit. You'd better come in for a drink or something." She took keys out her pocket and walked past Sophie and Josh, up the path towards the door. Sophie looked at Josh, and at Sara, and decided the whole thing was so strange and odd that she didn't want it to be over. She actually wanted to go inside and hang out with Sara and Owen, and she wasn't really sure she should. "I need a drink," Josh said, as if he knew what she was thinking. "Yeah," Sophie said. "Actually, I really need a fucking drink." "Yes?" said Sara, and pushed the door open. Sophie nodded. "Come on then," Sara said, and went inside. Sophie kissed Josh. "I think we just got picked up as a couple," she whispered, and he just grinned. * The house was nice inside. Big windows, wooden floors, leather couches in the lounge, everything very modern and open-plan. Sophie walked around and looked at things because she liked to get ideas. "This is nice," she said. Sara said thanks, vaguely, like you did when guests told you things like that. Sophie was watching Sara, curious, now she could see properly in the indoor light. Sara and Owen were about the same age as her and Josh, around thirty. Owen was probably a little older, like Josh. Sara had nice shoes, and expensive hair, and the house looked like they earned a fair bit of money. About what Josh did, and more than Sophie. They must have been out somewhere fairly formal, Sophie thought, perhaps a work do or at a restaurant, because Owen was wearing a suit without a tie, and Sara had a party dress and heels. They looked like ordinary people, she thought. Just like she and Josh probably did. Not like the kind of people who watched strangers get handjobs on their front path. Owen asked what they wanted to drink, and took Sophie's coat and hung it up in the hall, and it all started seeming like a normal evening with a normal couple, and everyone was suddenly very polite. Owen and Josh started talking about work, and Sophie stopped listening. It was like a dinner party, she decided, and that was very nice, but she wasn't sure she liked the change. She wanted the tingle, the little buzz of flirty anticipation there'd been as they all walked inside. She didn't want to make friends, she wanted to tease, and push, and see what happened next. She didn't want a dinner party. She wanted it to be like visiting two strangers who'd just watched her come, and knew every secret sound she made when she did. She thought she knew how to fix it. "You owe me a dare," she said to Sara. Sara grinned. "I do," she said. "What is it?" Sophie smiled, and didn't answer, and wandered across the room. It worked. Right then something changed. Sara followed her, was watching her, was wondering where this was heading again. Sophie didn't know where it was heading, but she at least wanted someone else to be curious too. Not just talking about a brokerage firm that Josh and Owen both dealt with at work. Which they were. "I like that," Sophie said to Sara. A photo of a model in a big multicolored peasant skirt. Like a woman wearing a quilt. It was very high fashion, very Vogue. "I did it," Sara said. Sophie looked at her, surprised. "I did all of them," Sara said. "Except..." she pointed. "That one. What's the dare?" "I'm thinking." Sophie looked at the other photos. Mostly models, a few of faces. Sara followed her as she walked, and was standing a little too close, all the time. Shoulder to shoulder. Not flirting exactly, but not exactly not. She had just watched Sophie come, so maybe a little flirting made sense. "You're a photographer?" Sophie said. Sara nodded. "You're good." Sara kind of shrugged. "No," Sophie said, looking at a picture of a woman jumping, pulling her shirt open as she moved. "I buy way too many magazines and you're really fucking good." Sara stood there and looked at her and didn't move, and Sophie had the strangest feeling she was about to get kissed. She stood where she was too, didn't go back and didn't go forward and just waited to see what happened. Nothing happened. Owen brought her a glass of wine, and Sara took one too, and Sophie sipped, and didn't know what she was doing, so she just kept looking at photos. Josh and Owen seemed to have stopped talking. They were watching Sophie and Sara, like they were trying to decide what was happening. Sophie still wasn't sure herself, but she liked that everyone else cared too, now. "We were just saying I owe Sophie a dare," Sara said. "And I was thinking of one," Sophie said. Josh and Owen sat down. There were two couches, and one of them sat on each. Sara was sticking close to Sophie, and Owen was sitting well away from Josh. Sophie thought that was interesting. She wondered about sitting too, but didn't. She stood beside Sara, stayed too close to Sara, just in case Sara wanted to try something. She looked over at Josh, and he grinned back. They were being hit on. Sophie was almost certain they were being hit on, although she couldn't quite decide how it was going to happen. Neither she nor Josh seemed to care. They'd never done anything like this before, but it wasn't like they had some rule they shouldn't. Just that no-one had ever offered, she supposed, probably because everyone looked at them groping all the time and assumed they were happy with each other. Which seemed to be turning out not to be entirely correct. Sara took off her shoes. She had strappy heels, and she lifted up her feet one at a time and took the shoes off, then dropped them on the floor beside the hallway door. She stayed close to Sophie while she did it, was watching Sophie look at her photos. Sara's dress was short and even without her heels, her legs were very long and very bare. Sophie knew she was suddenly noticing, when she didn't normally, and she was pretty sure Sara knew she was noticing too. Sophie liked girls, a bit. She'd tried enough to know she did, but not enough to settle down with anyone she'd met, and that was all before she'd become happy with Josh anyway. She knew she liked women's softness and smoothness and especially their smell, and that she didn't care at all what their legs looked like at all, except that right now, here with Sara, she did. She looked at Josh, and wondered if they should talk. If she should make sure he was okay, with whatever this was. He knew she'd tried women, because that was the kind of thing you ended up telling your boyfriend, especially during sex, but he might not know exactly how much she'd tried, or how willing she was to try again. She should ask him, she decided, but was reluctant to in front of Sara and Owen. It felt like something that should stay between Sophie and Josh, like it would be giving away some private couple secret. She hesitated, but in the end she asked. Because she was playing sex stares with Sara, and still standing too close, and because she was flirty and wet and everyone here knew she was wet, so she owed it to Josh to make sure he was okay. "Hey," she said. "Partner. Man. Are we all good?" "We're fine." "You're sure?" He nodded. He and Owen still weren't talking. They were just sitting, watching Sophie and Sara. Sophie felt somewhere between a stripper and a public speaker, sexy, but under pressure to perform. She didn't know why. "Do you want to sit down?" Sara said, still too close, looking from Josh to Sophie. "I could," Sophie said, and didn't move. "What's the dare?" Sara said. "I'm thinking." Sara sipped her wine, and waited, and stood there looking at Sophie. Everyone looked at Sophie, and Sophie went around the room, looking at photos again. "Dare?" Sara said after a while. "Thinking." "Want see some more photos?" Sara said. Sophie nodded. "All right." "Come on." There were stairs in the hall, and more framed photos on the stairs, and up around a landing at the top. Always people, always their expressions a little aloof. The colors were rich and the photos were sharp. It looked like fashion photography, except one photo was of a homeless guy, one of a tattooed man holding his cock, and one of a tagger being grabbed by neck by a police officer, and pushed against a wall. "You're really fucking good," Sophie said. Sara nodded. She didn't say no and she didn't say yes and Sophie liked her for that. "Are these work?" "Mostly." She touched the picture of the tattooed guy. "Not that. He's my ex." Sophie thought about that. "Owen doesn't mind?" "I've always had them up. He doesn't mind." Sophie nodded, she understood that. "He looks sad. The ex." "I took it after we broke up. That might be why Owen doesn't mind." Sara pointed to the homeless guy. "He bit me." "He bit you?" "I'd followed him for a while and he didn't like it. Just after I took that he bit me." Four Together "That's kind of... intense." Sara pointed to the tagger. "And I got arrested for that one. Not arrested, but I had to sit in the police car for a while before they let me go, to teach me not to get in the way." Sophie nodded. Sara opened a door, and turned on a light. Then stood to the side of the doorway and waited. It was their bedroom. On the wall there was a huge photo. Sara, life-sized, crouching, in a dress, posed like a model with her face on her hand, her arm on her knee. Her knees apart. Her pussy bare. "Shit," Sophie looked at it. Definitely Sara, definitely her pussy. "That's fucking sensational." "You like it?" "I do." It glowed with color. It was proud. Something about how Sara was kneeling, the way she was baring herself, made Sophie feel she was wrong to look, not that Sara was wrong to show herself. "Yeah, I really do. It's brave, to do that." "Yeah." Sara grinned. "Obviously not a lot of people get to come up here and see it." Sara had seen Sophie come, and now Sophie had seen Sara's pussy. It seemed fair. "Thank you," Sophie said. "For letting me." Sara shrugged. She was still standing close to Sophie, standing like she was waiting for something to happen, for someone to get kissed. Sophie looked at her and almost did it. She though Sara knew. Sara smiled a little, opened her mouth a tiny bit. "I don't know if I should," Sophie said. Sara nodded. "I want to," Sophie said. "So do." "I think we should downstairs. Don't you?" "Probably," Sara said. "If you'd rather." Sophie hesitated. She wanted to. She also wanted Josh to be there when she did. "More drinks?" Owen shouted suddenly, from downstairs. "Hold on," Sara called, and stood there, looking at Sophie. Still too close, breathing a little too fast, just waiting. "We should go back down," Sophie said. Sara smiled, and shrugged a little, and said, "Okay." "You don't mind?" Sara shook her head. She reached down under the bed and picked up a small tin. An old cigarette tin, it looked like. Sophie glanced at the photo again. It loomed over the room, meant anyone in here probably couldn't think of anything except Sara. "You two must fuck a lot," Sophie said. "With that there." Sara grinned. "Maybe," she said. "Come on." She went over to the door, waited until Sophie was out, and turned off the light. "How is it," Sophie said, as they went down the stairs, "As a job. Photography?" "Yeah, you know. Bitchy and shallow. Completely unreal. Like not in reality at all. But better than anything real." Sophie nodded. "I spend half my time scraping to important people, terrified I'll fuck up and it'll all be over. But I could be working in a supermarket." Sophie nodded. "What do you do?" "Nothing as interesting." "Tell me." "Do you really care?" Sara shrugged. "Not if you don't want me to know." Suddenly Sophie wanted to be mysterious. "I don't." "So don't tell me." "I won't." They went back into the lounge. Sara walked up behind Owen, and prodded him, and said, "Move." He got up and sat on a chair. Sara sat where he'd been, on a couch by herself. Sophie looked at the space beside her, at the space beside Josh. "Sit here," Sara said. "With me." Sophie stood where she was for a moment, then sat beside Sara. Sara opened the tin, took out cigarette papers, showed Sophie green curled buds inside the tin. "Is that pot?" Sophie said. Sara grinned. "Want some?" "I haven't in years," Sophie said. "He won't," Sara said, looking at Owen. "Because he's all grown up and shit." Sophie looked at Josh and said, "I think he might be the same. "So you can keep me company." Sara tore a tiny piece of cardboard off the cigarette paper packet, picked out some dried green crumbly leaves, and started rolling a cigarette. Licked and rolled and put the joint in her mouth. Took a lighter out of the tin and lit it. Took a saucer off a table beside the couch and balanced it on her leg, an ashtray. Sophie suddenly remembered the smell. Too sweet and too grassy. She thought of student flats and sitting on just-mown playing fields and realizing how much the same the two smelled. Sara breathed in smoke and held out the joint. Sophie took it, and sucked in. Sucked as long as she could, until it tickled in her lungs. It was smooth, tasted better than she remembered it tasting. It might be better pot. She gave the joint back to Sara and started coughing. She liked the sharing. The passing of joints and spit to strangers. It was sensual. Sara said to Josh, "You sure?" and he nodded. Sara looked at Sophie and said, "Remember this?" She took a deep breath, leaned over, and breathed a stream of smoke out into Sophie's face. Sophie breathed in, looked into Sara's eyes, and remembered how sexy she'd always found that. Sara took another puff, then gave Sophie the joint. Sophie breathed in and suddenly realized she was feeling quite giggly, like she'd start laughing any moment, for no reason. She was high. "Shit," she said. "This is pretty strong." Sara was still holding her breath. She nodded. Sophie looked across the room. Josh and Owen were watching, and might have been talking. She had the impression Josh had relaxed a little, that the two guys were getting on. Or maybe she was imagining shit because she was high. "Pot makes me horny," she said suddenly. "I just remembered." Sara stated to laugh. Josh and Owen looked surprised. "Did I say that out loud?" Sophie said. "Yep." "Oh." Sara stubbed the end of the joint out, and put back in her tin. She sipped her wine. "Kiss me," Sophie said. Everyone stopped and looked at her. "That's the dare," Sophie said. "Kiss me." She didn't look at Josh. "Then you'll owe me one," Sara said. "A dare." Sophie nodded. "Okay." Sara took Sophie's wine glass, and her own, and put them both on the floor. Then she kissed Sophie, very slowly, with her mouth open, holding Sophie's face. She tasted like grassy wine, like pot and Shiraz. Sophie closed her eyes and wanted to sigh. After a moment Sophie moved back. The room was quiet. It was more quiet than just four people not talking. It was still, thick with potential, like before a storm. "Are you okay with this?" Sophie said to Josh, without looking at him. "Say if you're not." She hoped he knew she meant him. He didn't answer, and she didn't want to look over in case she blushed or giggled or suddenly screamed, but he didn't answer so that seemed to be okay. "All right," Sophie said to Sara. "What's your dare?" "Find the spot on me that makes me sigh like you just did." "I didn't sigh." "Yeah you did." "Oh," Sophie said, and thought she did blush a little. "Find the spot," Sara said. "That's the dare." "Where is it?" Sara grinned. "Find it." Sophie slid over, got close enough to reach. She looked at Sara, and wondered how far she was meant to take this, how hard she was meant to look. She leaned in, and kissed Sara's mouth softly. A little hesitantly. "No," Sara said. Sophie kissed her ear. "Good, but no." Her neck. She felt Sara shiver a little against her lips. "No," Sara said. Sophie thought. She was feeling tingly, happily high, and flirty too. All warm and soft and like she wanted to hug Sara, to stroke her all over. This thing, this game, was good, was right for Sophie's mood. She kissed Sara's shoulder, and breathed in the smell of her hair. "Not nearly." Sara had on a low short dress. It was pretty much tits or legs now. Or arms. Sophie lifted up Sara's hand, and kissed her palm. Sara watched, and seemed to be smiling. "Nope," Sara said. "But that's really nice." Sophie kissed it again. Then Sara's wrist. "No," Sara said. Sara's forearm. "Almost," Sara whispered. "Close." Sophie kissed inside Sara's elbow, and Sara shivered and sighed. "There," she said. Sophie sat up. Josh and Owen hadn't moved, were both just watching. Sara reached over, and picked up her wine, and sipped. "Your turn," she said. "Your dare." Sophie kept looking at her. She was sitting, curled, beautiful. She was clearly as into this as Sophie was, and perhaps a little more familiar with the game they were playing. "Don't move," Sophie said. "For three minutes." "Okay." "That's the dare. Don't move for three minutes." Sara nodded. Sophie kissed her wrist again, and then the inside of her elbow. Sara closed her eyes and sighed, again. Sophie kissed Sara's wrist, and knew everyone was looking at her, concentrating on her, and wanted that. She put her hand on Sara's knee, and slid it slowly up to the top of Sara's leg. As Sophie's hand slid, Sara moved her knees apart and slowly breathed out, and whispered, "Oh fuck," so quietly Sophie thought only she could hear. Sophie felt the softness of her skin, and breathed in the smell of her, and wanted this. Didn't know what she wanted, but wanted this. Her hand reached Sara's hip, caught on her underwear. Sophie slid her hand back down, and up again, a little further between Sara's legs. Sara moved them, made room for her, opened her eyes, and watched. "Lift up," Sophie said. "I'm not supposed to move." "Lift," Sophie said, "The fuck up." Sara hitched up her ass a little, and Sophie reached up her dress and pulled her underwear off, just like that. Neither of the men was moving now. Neither of them seemed to be breathing. "Now don't move," Sophie said. "I'm not." "Don't," Sophie said, and slid her fingers back up, all the way to the top of Sara's leg, then all the way back down to her knee, then all the way up again. "I'm so fucking stoned," Sophie whispered. Sara started giggling. "So am I." Sophie put a hand on either of Sara's knees and moved them apart. A bit like going to the doctor, but it worked. Sophie had been here exactly once before. She'd done it, and hadn't thought she was especially interested, or wanted to again, but now she was wondering if maybe she hadn't tried with the right person. She reached down, and touched Sara. Touched the top of Sara's leg, and warm soft skin, and then spread her a little, very gently, and touched slippery heat inside. Sara closed her eyes. Sophie moved her hand in tiny little circles, achingly slowly. Sara sighed. Sophie took her hand away, and just sat there. Sat for what had to be the last thirty or forty seconds of the three minutes. Then sat for several minutes afterwards. Eventually Sara cleared her throat and said, "My turn?" Sophie nodded. "I can dare you now?" Sara said. "Yep." "Do what you just wanted to do, but were too afraid to." "Who says I was afraid to do anything." "Do what you wanted to do." Sophie nodded. "You're sure?" Sara grinned. "It's a dare. It's made. It's out of my hands, now. You have to." Sophie wanted to giggle again. She glanced at Josh and wondered what to do. He and Owen were still watching silently. Sophie wasn't sure they were being completely sensible. She and Sara were stoned, and had poor judgment, and obviously into each other, but Josh and Owen should have a bit more sense. She wasn't sure if was smart for them to be so into this, and she wondered if she should say so. Sara was actually a threat to Josh. A very small threat, but it was there. Sophie liked her. Sophie liked her, and wanted her, and there was some tiny chance that she and Sara might decide they wanted each other more than men. She was pretty sure Josh and Owen hadn't thought of that, and she wondered if she should warn them. She almost said something, then didn't bother, because Josh was just grinning like a dick, like it was his birthday, and nothing sensible she said right then would get through to him. So she didn't. She might also start giggling if she tried. That too. She looked at Josh, grinning, and at Owen, wondering if she owned him something too, but he didn't seem to care either, so she gave up being sensible. She looked back at Sara, who said, "Go on," and pulled Sophie's arm, pulled her a little closer. Sophie slid over, so she could reach. She pushed Sara's dress up, and everyone just watched her. Sara was bare. Her legs spread, her dress around her waist. Josh must be looking, must be able to see her, but Sara didn't seem to mind. Sophie bent over and kissed Sara's pussy. Kissed her once, very gently, and breathed in the smell of her. Light and delicate, almost like herself, slightly different. Sara sighed and made a little moan. Sophie looked at Sara. She liked this, liked how it was almost, but not quite, the same. A different angle, the same general idea, but with slight differences that made it wonderful. Sophie remembered she'd liked this. She'd really liked a body almost the same as hers, but not quite. She kissed Sara again, kissed her and felt wetness on her mouth, and Sara put her hands on Sophie's head, like she didn't want Sophie wandering away again. Sophie licked her, sucked on her, pushed her tongue and fingers inside Sara, and was surprised, after years of having it done to her, how easy it was to remember and work out. And how hot. Sara tasted like sex. Far more than a cock did in her mouth. Sara was wet, and breathing in little gasps, and spreading open against Sophie's lips. She tasted like sex, like rich filthy fucking under Sophie's tongue. Sophie moved, slid onto the floor to reach more easily, and licked faster. Sara came. She grabbed Sophie's hair and lifted up off the couch and came in Sophie's mouth. Just like Josh did, Sophie thought, but far less intrusive. Sophie was a bit stunned. She hadn't meant everything to go that far. Flirting was one thing and being watched getting off another, but she'd just gone down on Sara and let Sara come in her mouth. She sat up, slid over. She looked over at Josh, who shrugged a little, and started to grin. She sat on the couch beside Sara, with the taste of Sara in her mouth, and wondered what she'd just done. She reached up and touched her lips, and felt dampness. She wiped her face on her hand. "Shit," Sara said. "Oh shit." She was still breathing hard. "That was really good." Sophie looked at her, and didn't understand. Of course it was good, Sara got off. She started giggling. "What?" Sara said. Sophie shook her head. She tried to speak several times, finally got it out. "You would think that. You just came." Sara smiled, but politely, like Sophie wasn't as funny as she thought. "You really were," she said, and leaned over, and kissed Sophie. Kissed the taste of herself off Sophie's mouth. Sophie could see Josh, see he was still grinning. "Your dare," Sara whispered into Sophie's mouth. Sophie picked up her wine and sipped it. She felt buzzy and brave and alive. She felt high. She was high, but she still felt like she probably ought to want to feel every day. Sophie looked Josh, and then at Owen, both still watching. She wondered how far this was going to go. Wondered how far she wanted it to go, and if Josh should join in, somewhere along the line. "What about them?" she said to Sara. "No," Sara said. "Tonight's just you and me." Sophie looked at her. "It seems better," Sara said. Sophie nodded slowly. "So what do you want?" Sara said. "What's your dare?" Sophie thought that was obvious. She wanted Sara too, but she'd also not been with anyone else in six years, and she hadn't been seen by anyone but Josh in all that time, and she was nervous. She was nervous because Owen was watching, even though Sara hadn't seemed to care about Josh, and she was nervous about Sara as well. Because she knew Sara had a beautiful pussy, she supposed, and had known that before she started, and she wanted Sara to like hers, too. "I will," Sara said. "I'll do you. I want to." "I'm not sure." "What do you need to be sure about?" Sara leaned over and started stroking Sophie's neck. Stroking her neck, where it always made her wet and shivery. Sara kissed her, and reminded Sophie she had the taste of Sara still damp on her lips. "Let me," Sara said, "Please." After a moment Sophie said, "Okay." She kicked off her shoes, stood up, unzipped her jeans. Then she stopped and looked at Owen. "Shit," she said. "I'm really sorry, but..." "Don't look?" he said. She bit her lip and nodded. "It's not fair, is it?" she said. He grinned, and turned around. Sophie sat down, and tugged her jeans down. Tugged, while Josh and Sara watched, then slid her underwear off too, as quickly as she could. She sat on the couch with her legs bare, and her shirt pulled down between her legs in both hands. "I can't like with you like that," Sara said, and seemed to be trying not to laugh. "Don't," Sophie said. "Please just don't." "Sorry," Sara said, and kissed Sophie's neck some more. "Okay," Sophie said, after a while, and moved her hands. "Um." "Okay what?" Sara said into her neck. "You know what." "And you should say it." "Fuck," Sophie said. "Seriously?" Sara grinned, and nodded. "Eat me," Sophie said. "Make me come. For fuck's sake." Sara kissed her mouth. And kept kissing her mouth. Sophie closed her eyes. "That isn't how you do it," Sophie said, after a few minutes. Sara kissed her neck, and her arm, and then slid down onto the floor and kissed her knees. "Better," Sophie said. Sara pushed her shirt up and started licking her, slow and swirly and wet. Sophie felt tingly from the pot and tingly from Sara's tongue and a bit shocked at herself for doing this. She wasn't sure about Owen seeing her like this. He didn't know her, had only just met her, and the only thing stopping him seeing all of her was Sara's face. That was the worst thing about getting head outside, she'd always found. Sex you were pushed together, and hidden a little. Getting head, you were depending on the person doing it, and if they suddenly moved, say if they got a fright, then everything was on show. After a while, wriggling down onto Sara's mouth, she decided she didn't care. If Sara could flash Josh without a thought, she could get bare in front of Owen. "Hey," she said, without opening her eyes. "Owen can look." "He is," Sara said. "Okay," Sophie said. "Good." Sara was good. Sara felt slightly different to Josh. She didn't have nails, and she didn't have stubble on her chin, either. No pash rash. Sophie wondered if that meant she could keep going like this all day. She almost wanted to try. Except that Sara was good, or Sophie was horny, but either way she came quite suddenly, and fairly soon. A wet slow pulse that rippled through her, pulsing, making her hold onto Sara's head like Sara had hers. "Oh fuck," Sophie said, and lay there for a moment with her eyes closed. Sara kissed her a last time, and then sat up, and Sophie pulled her shirt down over herself again. She opened her eyes and looked at Sara, who was grinning, and at Josh, who was grinning as well. "Oh shit," Sophie said. "Yeah," Sara said. "I just..." Sara kissed her. "Yeah." Whispered, "Next time we can do the guys." Sophie lay there and thought about that, a little surprised. "You want a next time?" "Don't you?" Sophie sat up, and found her jeans, and folded them into her lap, covering herself. "Um," she said. "Yeah. But you're already planning it." Sara just grinned. She picked up her pot tin. "Want more?" "That might be a really good idea. Before I explode or something. And something to drink." Owen got up and poured more wine while Sara rolled another joint. Lit it, and passed to Sophie. Sophie sat there with it in her hand, holding it, letting it slowly burn. She looked at Josh and looked at Sara and eventually just said, "Fuck." Four Together * Sophie and Josh stayed another half hour, and Sophie didn't put her jeans back on until right when they were leaving. It was nice. Good and comfortable and nice, talking afterwards, like sex with a good friend. Then she and Josh went home and had sex for three hours. Starting and stopping, taking turns when they needed to. Josh was looking at her like he'd never seen her before, and Sophie was feeling the same way about herself, as well as about him. While he was inside her, fucking her, she lifted up her hand, and thought she could still smell Sara, ever so faintly, on her skin. She thought she could remember the taste of Sara in her mouth. . She had worried Josh would be upset, but Josh liked it, apparently. Josh liked her being with Sara. Liked it enough to fuck her four times, anyway. And kept liking it. All week, inside her, he would whisper, "You, with a woman," and she would say, "I know, I can't believe it either." She couldn't quite work out what was going on. She understood in a way. Porn and men's mags told him her making out with other women was a good thing. But this wasn't just making out, and she hadn't realized he'd be that easily led. She was certain she wouldn't have been so calm, if it was him who'd been with Sara, but he seemed not to mind, seemed to like it, so she didn't press him for details. She fucked him instead, and let him talk about her going down on Sara while they did, and it was a good week. A very good week, even for them. After a week of it, though, she knew they had to talk. It was always there in the room with them, in the sex, or in their smirks at each other afterwards. They'd implied to Sara and Owen they'd see them again, and Sophie needed a bit of clarity about whether they would, and what would happen if they did. Sophie did really want to. She wanted to see Sara, to talk to her and to fuck her too, and it was driving her a bit crazy thinking they might not. After work that night she said, "So me and Sara." Josh looked up and grinned, and Sophie jumped backwards. Actually went back across the kitchen, until she was against the far wall. "Don't try and fuck me," she said. "We need to talk." "Yeah, I know." "So hands off, okay?" He nodded. "Are you worried?" Sophie said. "Do you mind what I did with Sara?" He shrugged. "Do you mind?" Sophie said. "Man. Partner. Best friend. Answer me and be honest." "I don't mind." "You really don't?" "I really don't." She thought about that. "Then you're an idiot," she said. "You know that, right?" "Maybe." "I just had sex with someone else." "With a woman." "It's still someone else." "Nope," he said. "Not really. It doesn't count." "You're insane." "I don't make the rules." "What fucking rules?" "That's just how it is. You with a woman, that's fine." Sophie thought. "I'd leave you if you slept with another man." He looked at her, surprised. "I would," she said. "I mean it. I'd leave you if you were with anyone else, man or woman, doesn't matter who." "Oh," he said, like he hadn't expected that. He looked a little disappointed, and seemed to be thinking. "Ah," he said. "What about Sara?" Sophie looked at him for a while. It was different, and they both knew it was different, but Sophie wasn't sure she wanted to admit it. "Not Sara," Sophie said, and wasn't sure why herself. "Sara doesn't count. Anyone else, though, and I'll poison your cereal and then leave you." He grinned at her for a while. "I mean it," she said. "About the cereal." "I know. And about Sara?" Sophie thought of kissing Sara, and of sex with Sara, and of Sara's hair under her hands all silky and soft while Sara went down on her. "Sara doesn't count," she said. "That's all. Sara doesn't count for you and she doesn't count for me. Okay?" He nodded. "I don't know why," Sophie said, before he could ask. "I like her. And that's just how it is." "You want her too." Sophie glared at him, then shrugged. "So if there's a next time," he said. "What happens?" "Next time we'll see. But if there's a next time, then yeah, Sara doesn't count." He nodded slowly. "Or Owen," Sophie said, quickly. Realizing she needed that to be clear. "Of course." "Owen for you too," she said. "Yeah," he said. "I wouldn't worry too much about being okay with that, if I was you." "You're sure? I had fun, trying another woman." "I'm pretty sure," he said, firmly. She grinned for a while, feeling a bit smug at his discomfort. Like she was a better person because she was open-minded, or something. Which was stupid, because it wasn't open-minded at all, it was just attraction and who she wanted. "So we really don't care?" she said. "We each don't mind the other one messing around with her?" "You did more than messing around." "And you watched me do it, which is messing around itself." He grinned. "You're absolutely sure?" she said. "You're completely, utterly, absolutely okay with this? If I do that with Sara again." "I'm sure." "And with Owen?" Sophie said. Josh looked at her. "I need to know," Sophie said. "Because I have a feeling that's what we're doing next. And we should have some idea what our plan is before they ask." "I'm thinking," he said. "Kind of need to decide," she said. "Kind of awkward to have to stop and talk about it in front of them." "I know." "So decide." "I'm thinking." Sophie sighed, and pretended to be irritated. "We'll see," Josh said. "Okay? We'll see what happens and what it feels like when it does." Sophie wasn't sure that was sensible. She had a feeling that by some point in the middle of things one of them might want to more than the other, and that it might be her. She wanted to talk this through properly, but also wanted to do it, so she wasn't going to argue too much. They had a strong relationship, a very strong one, and they sorted problems out easily, so it wasn't impossible they could just decide that as they went, like picking a house or where to go for dinner. "We'll see like yes?" she said. "Like we should go and see them?" He nodded. "See them," she said. "With it being open to... what?" "Whatever they suggest, I suppose." They stood there for a while, looking at each other. "Being open to it," Josh said. "Just open? Just willing to entertain a suggestion?" Josh nodded. "That's all?" "I don't know," Josh said. "You want to have sex with Sara, don't you? If she will?" "I haven't decided." "Yeah you have." Sophie shook her head. "But you want to?" he said. "You know what," Sophie said. "I really think I do. But I haven't decided. And you haven't either." "I know." "But we want to see them. And see what happens?" "I think we do." Sophie waited a moment, in case he changed his mind, then nodded. "All right. I'll call her and see if they want to." She was still leaning on the wall, and he was still across the kitchen. "Okay," she said, and started unbuttoning her shirt. "Talking done. You can fuck me now." He grinned, and took off his own shirt, and did. * Sophie rang Sara a few days later, surprisingly nervous, wondering if Sara would say it was all a terrible mistake and she never wanted to see Sophie and Josh again. Sophie had a crush, and she wasn't going to admit that to anyone, even Josh. She had a crush, and she wasn't sure how upset she'd be if Sara said no. It had been years since she'd been after anyone, which meant it had been years since she'd been turned down by anyone, and she thought she might have forgotten how to cope with it. "Hey," she said when Sara answered. "It's me. Sophie." "Hi." "From the other night." "Ah, yeah," Sara said. "No shit. I remember. I remember pretty clearly." "Good," Sophie said, and felt a little relieved. Sara remembered, at least. "We wondered if you guys would like to do something," she said. "Maybe tonight?" "That would be good. Really good." Sophie breathed again. She felt happy, giggly. She felt, she realized, like she had the last time she'd asked someone out and they said yes. "You really do?" Sophie said. "Of course we do." "Fuck that was awkward." Sara laughed. "Come round for a drink. About eight?" "Okay." "Bye," Sophie said. "I'm looking forward to seeing you," Sara said, and hung up. * Sophie wore a dress, because she had no idea what to wear to sex date with another couple. She went home after work and showered and make herself perfect. And told Josh to shave everything he needed to, just in case he hadn't thought of it himself. He sat on the bed and watched her. He did that quite often, but this time, he left her alone. She hadn't let him touch her since last night, and hadn't touched herself. She wanted them to wait, and see what happened with Sara and Owen, and be horny and frustrated by the time anything did. "Do you think they will?" Josh said. "I don't know." "Do you think we will?" She smiled at him in the mirror. "Don't know that either." "Do you want to?" She shrugged. "We'll see. How it goes. I'm not going to be the one who starts something and then gets shot down." "Fair enough." "Neither are you. I like them. So even if we don't..." Josh nodded. She'd been horny all day. Had been unsure all day. She was enjoying not knowing. Was enjoying telling herself they'd get there and Sara would say it was a terrible, embarrassing mistake, but lets all be friends. And if she said that, Sophie would be her friend. It would still be sexy just knowing she had a friend she'd once done that with. And because she was getting dressed up, and was horny and uncertain, it felt like the very beginning of a fling. And she liked that too. She liked it a lot. * Sophie stopped at Sara and Owen's front door, and looked at Josh, and kissed Josh, and said, "Are you sure?" He nodded. "You definitely want to do this?" "Yeah." "We can still sneak away and never see them again." "I'm sure." She kissed him, and pushed the doorbell, and was still kissing him when the door opened. She turned around and said, "Hi." Sara had on pants and a top, but fancy ones, dressed up clothes, not just work ones. So Sophie wasn't the only one behaving as if this was more than just a drink. Sara kissed Josh's cheek, and kissed Sophie's mouth. Kissed Sophie and put her arms around Sophie and said into Sophie's mouth, "It's good to see you." Sophie decided they must still be on. They went into the lounge and Owen said hi, but didn't try to kiss anyone or shake hands. Sophie thought that was interesting, like he was making sure to give Sophie space. Sara's pot tin was on the table. "You want some?" she said. Sophie shook her head. She wanted to try this without being high, if there was going to be something to try. They talked. They sat around and talked like everyone did the first time they hung out with a new couple. Who did what, and if they liked it, and what they'd done before that. Sophie found it a little strange, and a bit sexy too, not knowing what would happen next. She was pretty sure the talking, like Owen not touching, was meant to make her relax. Or to make everyone relax. Or to make Josh relax, so he'd let Sara to whatever she liked to Sophie. Sophie wasn't sure who was being dragged into what, here. After a while, Sara said, "So, Sophie owes me a dare." Giving Sophie a chance to back out graciously, Sophie thought, and liked Sara for that. It seemed like this was the moment Sophie decided, and no-one else. Say no, and they all become casual friends who'd done something drunk and kinky once. Say yes, and it kept going. Sophie decided. She'd decided a week ago. "Yes I do," Sophie said. "What's the dare?" "Take off your dress." Sophie sat there for a moment, surprised. That had been fast. She picked up her glass, and sipped, and looked at them all, and thought very carefully about how much she was okay with Owen seeing of her. He'd watched her come, and watched Sara come in her mouth, so she decided a bit of tit here and there didn't mean that much. She put down her glass and stood up. "I'll need someone to get the zipper. It sticks." Sara helped her. Sophie unzipped, slid the dress off, and folded it and put it on a chair. She didn't have a bra, because she didn't really need one, and because it would show around the edges of the dress, and because she'd been coming here and had a feeling it might just get in the way. She had sexy, clingy underwear that stuck to her like they were painted on, especially over her ass, and nothing else. Undies that made Josh chase her around the house and fuck her whenever he saw them. Except tonight. She sat down, and crossed her legs. She picked up her wine glass, and sipped. Everyone was looking at her. Josh was smiling, like he was proud of her. Like she was brave. Owen was staring at her, and that was kind of flattering. He was staring at her tits, like he'd forgotten to be all discreet and careful. Sara was staring too, smiling a bit. Sophie realized she hadn't had her top off last time, and that might be why Owen was interested. She stretched, just because. Rubbed her hand over one tit, like she had an itch, so it moved a tiny bit and everyone looked. She was sitting in someone's lounge, almost naked, sipping wine, She was calm. She was surprised how calm she was. She smiled at Josh, and he grinned at her, and she decided she did feel brave. She felt pretty fucking brave. She felt glorious, and horny, and wondered what would happen next. "So," she said. "Owen's an business analyst? What does that do?" Sara grinned, like she understood, and started telling Sara about Owen's job, until Owen woke up and took over. Then they talked about Josh's job too. Everybody talked, and Sophie sat there topless, almost naked. She wondered about herself. She liked this, and hadn't ever realized she might before. She actually liked being naked, when the rest of them weren't, and she couldn't quite decide why. She was out of place, she supposed, and that made her special. Like she was one of Sara's models, on the walls. She still had her shoes on, as well as her undies, and that made her feel more like one too. She liked the way they all looked at her, even when someone was talking. The way they were all aware of her, at every moment, glancing over if she moved. She stood up, and picked up the wine bottle from the coffee table, and refilled everyone's glasses. None of them, not even Sara, looked away as she walked around. She went to the window and looked out at their back garden, and then sat down again. "So," Sara said, "A dare for me?" Sophie looked at Sara and decided she didn't want to. Not yet. That she liked the way this was, with Sara deciding things, pulling Sophie forward, and she didn't want to change it yet. She wanted Sara to set the pace, to move this along. She just wanted to be there for the ride. "Kiss me," Sophie said. "That's all?" "That's all." Sara sat down next to Sophie, and kissed her for most of a minute, stroking Sophie's arm, stroking one of Sophie's breasts. She licked Sophie's ear, and kissed Sophie's neck, and then sat back and said, "My turn?" Sophie nodded, a little breathless. "Play with yourself. Rub yourself." Sophie hesitated. She'd been surprised by getting undressed, but this was a lot further than she'd expected to go. She'd never really done that in front of people before. She kind of did if Josh wanted her to, but not properly. "Go on," Sara said. Sophie put her hand into her underwear and half-heartedly poked at herself with one finger. She looked at Sara. She was nervous, suddenly very aware of Owen again, and strangely of Josh too. She glanced over and realized they were staring, gaping at her, and felt a lot better. She moved her fingers, licked them quickly because there was no way not to make that look slutty, pressed them onto herself and did it for real. Her hand was fairly obvious through her underwear. Like being naked, she was the centre of attention, and that made her feel better. That, and that she was getting herself off. She became a little breathless. "Don't come," Sara said. "Just do that for a while." Sophie nodded, and rubbed until she was close, and then took her hand out again. It was only a few minutes. She picked up her glass, and sipped, and her hand was shaking a little. "Your turn," Sara said. "Yeah," Sophie said, thinking. She liked the game, liked Sara pushing her, but she'd also just got herself close. She was naked in a room full of clothed people, and had just played with herself while they watched, and she decided she wasn't going to wait. "Okay," Sophie said. "Eat me." This time Sara looked surprised, and Sophie was pleased by that. Sara looked surprised, then grinned. She knelt, and pulled down Sophie's underwear, and bent over her. Sophie held Sara's hair and pushed onto her mouth, and felt herself being watched. Last time Sara did this, Sophie had kept her eyes closed. Now she looked at Josh, and looked at Owen, stared at them while Sara ate her out, and she'd never felt so sexy and wanted. She was already close. She grabbed Sara's hair, and gasped a little, and came quite hard on Sara's mouth. Sara sat up and wiped her chin. "Yeah," she said. "That was sooner than I'd expected." Sophie felt happy and breathless and floaty. "I like that," she said. "Oh shit I like that." Sara smiled. "With everyone here," Sophie said. "You, and what you do, but them too. All of us." "I get it," Sara said. "Me too." Sophie stretched, and sighed, and looked around the room. "So what were we talking about. Someone's work?" "My turn," Sara said. "First." Sophie waited. Sara was looking at her, thinking. "Want me to get you off?" Sophie said. Sara shook her head. "Okay. So what?" "Go sit on Owen's lap. And keep talking." Sophie was surprised by that, too. She liked Sara telling her what to do, like the game, and she really liked being surprised, she decided. She got up, and went over to Owen, and perched on his knee. She was still naked, and more aware of the shape of his leg beneath her, of cloth against her skin. She had to wriggle a little to get comfortable, and ended up sideways, her arm around his back. Her tit was against his chest, and his cock, though his trousers, was against her hip. It was hard and warm and very obvious to her, although probably not to the rest of the room. She was sitting naked on another man's lap with his cock pressed her, and she suddenly thought to look over at Josh. "Are we okay?" she said. "We're fine." Sara started talking about Owen's work again, and Sophie just sat there. Moving a little, wriggling, like she wasn't aware of Owen's cock against her. He seemed to be pretending not to notice it either, like some weird kind of chicken. He was looking at her, though. Staring at the side of her face, and her breasts, and down at her legs. She liked being looked at, and she liked chicken too. She was turning out to like all sorts of little games. After a few moments she said, "Just a sec," and put her wine down. That meant leaning and bumping against Owen's cock some more. She lifted up one foot, and undid the strap of her shoe. More wriggling, her knees a little way apart, and she was pretty sure Owen could see a lot. And was looking. She felt like a stripper, in a very good way. She dropped her shoe on the floor, and did the other foot. Sara was still talking. Watching and grinning, but still talking. Sophie sat back against Owen and said, "Sorry. I just needed to... um." He was looking at her. She squeezed one of her breasts, while he watched. Rubbed it a little. For no real reason.