Unexpected Affections Ch 96.5-97

This is the first 5k words of the second stretch of UA this month!

Chapter 96 Continued

(Previously posted…)

“I don’t even care, you’ve both seen them before. It’s too hot,” Hikaru groaned.

Frowning, you looked over in her direction, and a fleck of spit caught in your throat as you inhaled sharply. Hikaru was topless, her big, soft breasts swinging freely, her nipples casting shadows against the lower curves of them in dim light. She was still wearing panties, so she wasn’t naked, but even they were cut low on her hips, the little Hello Kitty design hugging her mound tightly.

Hikaru flashed you a weak, tired smile and a shrug before heading towards the kitchen.

“Is it helping?” Hannah called after her.

“Yep,” Hikaru called back.

“Then fuck it,” Hannah mumbled. You looked back over at her, and your best friend was quickly peeling her bralette off, her perky little tits popping out, and her nipples standing at attention. They jiggled around in a different way than you were used to seeing April and Margot’s breasts, feeling almost more energetic with her movements. “Oh yeah,” Hannah groaned, tossing the little undergarment in the same direction as her clothes. “That’s nice.” Then she looked over at you and blushed, grinning sheepishly. “Sorry, Ollie, but you’ve seen way bigger ones than mine, and if Hikaru gets to have hers out, mine should barely even count.”

“Mm,” you grunted, and sighed through your nose. Then you leaned back and looked up at the ceiling.

It was going to be a long evening.

The knock at your apartment door was unexpected, but less so when you heard someone keying the lock. Considering everyone else who had a key to your place was already inside, it had to be Margot coming home from her run out to the stables and her horses after work.

“Holy tits on a griddle, it’s fucking hot,” Margot announced herself as she entered the front.

“Mmph,” Hannah grunted, wincing in the dim lighting and then rolling over again so her naked chest was face down. You weren’t sure if that was better or worse for your particular situation because, for all that seeing Hannah’s little tits was a new strain of temptation, her ass was a constantly frustrating vision of…

You had to stop even musing about musing, or risk things becoming obvious.

“Hey, Margot,” Hikaru called from the kitchen, and you managed to raise a hand and wave behind you. Margot could see the back of your head from where you were, but you would have needed to crane around to look, and you just didn’t have the energy for that at the moment.

“Hey,” Margot said, the heat exhaustion clear in her voice. “I think that’s the first time in years that I’ve worried my truck was going to over- Wow. Hikaru. Damn.”

She must have looked into the kitchen.

“Hey,” Hikaru said, not quite as weary. “Uh- yeah, it’s helping. And he’s already seen them, so it’s not a big deal, right? Want a sandwich?"

“Sure,” Margot said. “Thanks.” She wandered further into the apartment and reached out to you as she came up beside the couch, trailing her fingers over your shoulder. “Hey, Ollie,” she said. “How-”

You were already turning to look up at her, and she was looking at Hannah.

“Hey,” Hannah grunted, knowing exactly what had surprised Margot. Her face was sideways, her cheek pressed to the leather of the couch. “Hikki did it first.”

Margot glanced at you, a tired mirth in her eyes, and grinned as she started undoing her button-down riding top. “You aren’t gonna hear me complain about it,” she said. She didn’t do a striptease, but she knew damn well that you couldn’t take your eyes off of her as she shrugged her shirt off her shoulders and set it on a side table, then reached back and undid her bra and set it down as well. Her tits, despite being creased from the confines of the bra, despite the sweat that was clearly covering her, looked so fucking suckable.

And unlike Hannah and Hikaru, you’d actually had your mouth on Margot’s big, beautiful breasts. And your hands. And your cock. But right now, seeing them swinging freely in your apartment, it was your mouth that wanted to get on them the most.

And Margot knew that, and made sure to give them an extra wiggle and a grin in your direction as she started taking off her denim shorts.

“Is April walking around here naked, too, or is she doing that at her parents' place?” she asked as she pushed her shorts, and her thong, down to her knees, baring her sex to you as well.

You grunted, blinking.

Hannah grunted as well.

“I was just thinking we should- oh,” Hikaru said, coming out of the kitchen with a platter holding four sandwiches and four glasses of ice water, but stopping short as she saw Margot stripping completely naked.

“Hey, you said it was fair game if he’s seen it already,” Margot said, bending over to pick up her shorts and thong. She had to have done it with her fantastic, super spankable ass pushing back at you on purpose, knowing that you would get a clear view between her legs. You swallowed hard. “It’s not my fault I got dared to streak in front of him before. And you girls were right, this is definitely better.”

“I should call April,” you said, trying your hardest not to stare at Margot. Or at Hikaru’s chest. Or Hannah’s ass.

You pushed yourself up to your feet with another grunt - which was currently your primary mode of communication, it seemed - and quickly headed towards your bedroom so that no one would see the low tent that was already forming in your shorts. You grabbed your phone from the charger next to your bed and sat down heavily, taking a deep breath and staring at it for a moment. This might be an awkward call, even with April being almost shockingly liberal about what she was OK with in your relationship. You knew if this was her in an apartment with three guys all stripped down to skimpy underwear or less, you wouldn’t be OK with it at all.

Glancing up, you had to clear your throat because Margot was leaning in the doorway, arms crossed under her breasts, watching you expectantly. And Hannah was behind her, sitting up on the couch, also watching you, though you could only see her shoulders and head over the back of the couch. Behind Hannah, Hikaru was setting down the platter of sandwiches on the coffee table, also glancing your way, tits hanging and swaying with her movements as she bent over.

You knew they were waiting to make sure this was OK. That you hadn’t all just fucked up immensely and made April uncomfortable. None of them looked particularly worried, but you also got the feeling that they were suppressing that, trying not to worry you.

You gulped slightly.

In ten minutes, things had gotten very weird in your apartment, and the heat had you thinking sluggishly. You hadn’t even considered the implications of Hannah and Hikaru stripping down to almost nothing outside of the immediate, physical impact on you.

You called April, lifting your phone to your ear, and looked back down at your floor so that you weren’t staring at Margot’s nakedness or Hikaru’s tits.

It rang three times and then hung up; the call declined.

She couldn’t know, right?

“She declined the call,” you said.

“Maybe we should put our clothes back on,” Hannah grumbled, looking unhappy about it. You couldn’t blame her, even just from a pure logistical standpoint - even her bralette had been wet with sweat, and putting that back on wouldn’t be fun.

You got a text, grunting as your phone vibrated and pinged in your hands. “It’s from April,” you told them, opening it up.

‘Hey, baby. With my parents rn. What’s up? AC still out?’

You grunted. That made sense. You probably should have figured that was what it was. She was supposed to be spending time with her parents that evening; that was the plan the whole time. The heat was really messing with you.

‘Still out. Trying to keep apartment as cool as possible. So hot it’s hard to think. Hikki, Hannah and Margot are over.’

‘Wish I could hang out too :(,’ she replied.

‘So… awkward question,’ you typed, then hesitated, trying to figure out how to ask your girlfriend if she was OK with totally platonic (and one friends-with-benefits) casual nudity, with a defence by way of heat wave.

“I asked her,” Margot interrupted your thought process, and when you looked up, she was holding her phone in one hand, smirking a little. Her golden blonde hair was up today, the flyaway strands haloing her head from the dim lighting, and you got the urge to go kiss her bare shoulders as you ran your hands up and down her body.

“Thanks,” you grunted, shaking your head, trying not to think about what you wanted to do to Margot as she stood there like a Texan Goddess of Love in your bedroom doorway.

Margot’s phone pinged first, and she glanced at it and grinned. “She’s fine with it,” she announced, then looked up and winked at you before turning and flashing you her ass as she left to go grab a seat on the couch and a sandwich.

You, meanwhile, sat where you were, swallowing hard again, because the three little dots were telling you that your girlfriend was typing to you.

‘All three of them?’ she asked.

‘Hanna stripped down to her underwear first, then Hikki went topless and said I’d already seen them and it was too hot to care, and then Hannah went topless too. Then Margot got here and took everything off,’ you quickly texted her.

The three dots appeared again. The three dots that usually had you happy, but now had you pensive.

They blinked for a long time. Was she writing you a whole paragraph about how this wasn’t working, and you and your friends overstepped, and-

She sent you a crying laughing emoji.

‘Is it really that hot over there?’

You shook your head. Was time dilating around you or something? Why did it take her so long to type out that?

‘Better here than at Hannah’s,’ you sent back. ‘Ask her for her Egg video.’

A picture came through next, and you almost threw your phone across the room.

It was April, in a conservative one-piece swimsuit, giving her phone camera a very apologetic grimace-smile. It was clear why she was apologetic immediately.

April was in a pool, with a shade over it.

A fucking pool.

Her parents had a pool in their suburban backyard.

“Oh, that bitch,” Margot started laughing out in your living room, probably having received the same picture.

‘Sorry,’ April texted me. ‘I love you, Ollie, but it’s still too soon to tell my parents, or I’d invite you all over.’

‘It’s OK, I get it,’ you quickly texted her back, though you immediately scrolled back up to the picture. You weren’t sure you’d ever lusted after pool water before.

‘Enjoy tits n’ asses, at least?’ she texted back.

‘Awkward AF,’ you replied with a laughing emoji.

‘Only if you let it be,’ she replied. ‘Just try not to get TOO hard, baby :P’

You grunted, shaking your head, and sent her a heart emoji, and she sent you back a smiley face with a bunch of hearts floating off of it.

“OK,” you sighed, getting up from your bed and swallowing against the thick, dry feeling in your mouth. “You guys didn’t eat my sandwich out there, did you?”

- - - - -

“Uno,” Hannah declared.

It was late, the sun had set, and while you’d kept the lights as low as possible while still being able to see, you had opened the blinds so that you could open as many windows in the apartment as you could - one in each bedroom, and one in the living room. You’d even propped open the door to your little balcony to get as much of the night breeze in as possible.

You were also high enough up, and the lights were low enough, that the girls hadn’t made a move to get dressed. Margot was still very naked, and had been shooting you little looks when the other two weren’t around as if she was hoping you would join her. Hikaru was still topless, and you’d seen way more of her glorious breasts than you’d ever thought possible. Margot’s were pretty big, but April’s were bigger, and you were pretty sure that Hikaru’s fit right in between them on a sliding scale. And with their large, smooth and puffy areolas, they looked-

You had to stop letting your mind wander in that direction.

The problem was that Hikaru was sitting on your left, tits out, and now completely comfortable with that fact. They would bounce as she giggled, and the nudity in the apartment seemed to have everyone on a silly edge as you played card games instead of sitting in front of a screen and watching a movie.

The other problem was Hannah.

After dinner, but before sunset and the slight enough drop in temperature that made it feel OK to move again, Hannah had realised that while she’d technically broken the ‘rule’ of ‘If Ollie has seen it, it’s fair to expose now’ by going topless, you had already seen her undercarriage.

Her panties had come off, and she was lounging around as naked as Margot was.

It was taking every ounce of your willpower not to stare at any of them. Not to think even the slimmest sexual thought.

Your cock felt like it was a racecar on the starting line, engine revving, just waiting to be put into drive. It would get as hard as a steel beam in about a half second flat if you let yourself relax and look too long or too hard. And you weren’t sure if it would be possible to make it go down again if that happened.

Margot was Margot. The two of you had had sex twice now, both threesomes, and her body was just as much a wonderland as April’s. Not only that, but you were going to be having sex again soon - the rule was that Margot got you as soon as April’s flight took off tomorrow afternoon, which meant you had a feeling something would be happening between the two of you tomorrow evening.

But Hannah was Hannah. Your best friend. Your closest amigo. She was the superhero to your sidekick (mostly because she’d probably kick more ass than you could, and you would definitely be better ‘in the chair’ or ‘in the van’ than she would.) She also had those cute tits, a little bigger than Zara’s, a little more bouncy, with those stiff little nipples that were just begging to be pinched. And she had that ass that you wanted to grab onto every time you saw it, unsure whether you would bury your face between those cheeks or your cock first. And she even had that pretty little pussy that made you gulp a little every time you accidentally caught a glimpse of it. She hadn’t shaved or waxed or whatever she did for a little while, and there was a sparse smattering of blonde pubes on her mound that kept trying to draw your eye down to those lips that you wanted to… You wanted to know what they tasted like.

And Hikaru… well, she was the one that you felt the most tortured over. She was your roommate, and she was younger than the three of you, and Hikki had always been… Your relationship with her was special. Maybe even more than your relationship with Hannah, even if you and Hannah had been closer, because Hannah was your best friend, but Hikaru was something else entirely. Not your little sister, she wasn’t around enough for that, but not just your little cousin who joined the family because your aunt married her father. And that special thing between the two of you hadn’t stopped just because your aunt and her father had divorced, either.

So those invasive thoughts of pulling Hikaru onto your lap and burying your face between her tits, or mauling them with your hands as you kissed her, or worst of all, pulling her back to your chest by her tits as she bounced her ass on your cock, were a little distressing. And confusing.

“Ollie?” Margot prompted you.

“Oh,” you said, shaking your head. “Um.” You played a blue three onto the yellow three on top of the pile.

“Yes!” Hannah crowed, tossing her blue eight on top and thrusting her fists over her head. “Victory, sweet victory!”

Her tits bounced as she pumped both arms in the air.

You gulped and started gathering up the cards to shuffle out a new round, trying not to look.

“I’m the wiiinner, yes I’m the wiiinner,” Hannah chanted. She, admittedly, rarely won card and board games. She was usually the one distracted from the game for one reason or another, though she was always happy to sit down and play. Now she got up and started doing a victory dance, and you really focused on the cards as you stacked them up neatly in your hands, because she was bouncing her ass as she skipped around the table. Margot and Hikaru seemed to think it was hilarious and were laughing uproariously.

You just really hoped you didn’t get another clear look at your best friend’s pretty little butthole, because it was already seared into your brain and you weren’t sure if you would ever be able to not picture it when you saw her in tights. Like during your workouts. Or when she was just lounging around. Or almost every single day she wore tights, because that was like three-quarters of her outfits.

Swallowing hard again, you started to shuffle and cleared your throat. “Good job,” you croaked to her, glancing over to meet her eyes and give her a smile.

She was beaming a smile at you as she sat back down, and you felt like an absolute shit because you kept thinking dirty thoughts about her, and she had no idea.

- - - - -

You lost control in the dark of your bedroom.

Hannah was crashing over at Margot’s, not wanting to walk home this late even if it was a much more reasonable temperature to do anything at two in the morning. She’d borrowed one of your T-shirts to wear over to Margot’s and to sleep in, wearing it like a dress without a stitch on underneath it. Margot had put her shirt back on, and her shorts, but had walked back with her bra in hand.

You’d found her thong under your pillow. When she’d put it there, you couldn’t figure out.

Hikaru was in bed in her room, and you were in bed in yours.

And the invasive fantasies ran rampant in your mind.

You felt powerless against them, and with your cock straining painfully against the trap of your boxers, you ended up letting it out. And that led to you jerking off.

Stroking your cock slowly, you closed your eyes in the dark of your room, and you imagined things you shouldn’t ever have imagined about your loved ones. You imagined what Hannah’s mouth would feel like trying to fit around the head of your cock. You imagined what Hikaru’s lips tasted like if the two of you made out like you and April did. You imagined what sounds Hannah would make as you stuffed her full of your cock, using her petite, muscled body like a fleshlight.

After an entire evening of being tempted and teased, it didn’t take long for you to groan into your orgasm, feeling your cum rocket up out of you and spatter all over your hand, your pelvis, your thighs and your gut. It was relief. It was lust. It was guilt and hunger, and it was release.

As you panted softly, catching your breath after the short, intense masturbation session, things slipped closer towards the guilt.

Hannah and Hikaru didn’t deserve to be objectified like that. April would probably grin naughtily at you if you told her you jerked off to fantasies of her. Hell, she’d probably want to know the details of what you’d dreamed up. Margot would probably offer to recreate your fantasy the next chance the two of you had. But Hannah and Hikaru? If they knew you were thinking of them like this, it would probably be a shock. And hurtful. The way they saw you would change. Things wouldn’t ever be the same.

“...Balls,” you groaned. Your cock had gone soft in your hand, which was technically the goal of jerking off to begin with, but now you were covered with cum. And you had to walk across the apartment to the washroom to get cleaned up.

You got off the bed and went to your bedroom door, cracking it open. All the lights were off, the blinds were pulled shut again to ward off the coming heat of the morning, and Hikaru’s door was closed. With a sigh of relief, you quickly headed over to the bathroom and safely got yourself locked in so you could clean yourself up.

Chapter 97

Hikaru froze, hearing the footsteps out in the main apartment. Oliver was surprisingly light on his feet for how big a guy he was, but in the dead of night, it was easy to hear him.

The bathroom door opened and closed.

Hikaru swallowed hard and chewed on her lower lip, staring at her bedroom door.

Then she started to roll her hips again, grinding herself against the pillow between her legs. And her hand went back to her breasts, tugging on her nipple. Imagining it was Oliver’s hand, Oliver’s fingers. She fell forward slightly, bracing with her other hand on her bed. That let her get some more leverage, grinding her pussy down harder against the pillow.

What if she moaned? Right now? He’d hear it - the bathroom was right through that wall. What if she moaned his name? What would he do? What would he think?

Would he come check on her? Would he rush into her room and find her completely naked, grinding her horny little pussy on her pillow like a dirty slut? Would he see that she needed him, or would he be overcome by his own desires and come over to her bed? He could toss her back onto the mattress, grab her by her thighs and pull her to the edge of the bed, and it wouldn’t take much for him to have his way with her.

He’d be sweet about it. Loving. But he’d ravish her. He’d ravish every part of her.

Hikaru panted softly, trying not to moan, and switched to tugging on her other nipple.

What if she went out there and sat on the couch, waiting for him to come back out of the washroom and head back to bed? She could sit there, naked just like this, her legs spread as she stroked her slit. Maybe even sucking on her own nipple. And when he saw her, he would stop, stunned, and she could just raise a finger and summon him over. He’d drop his boxers, and reveal his gigantic cock, and…

Hikaru fell forward even more, burying her face in her sheets, and whimpered as she imagined watching Oliver’s cock starting to spear into her.

- - - - -

Hannah stared up at the ceiling of Margot’s guest room, both hands wrapped in the sheets as she tried desperately not to touch herself.

She was wearing Oliver’s shirt, and it smelled like him. Her naked body was inside his clothes, rubbing her hard nipples and horny little pussy on the fabric.

And, dear God, she’d been naked in front of him. For hours. And she’d seen him trying not to look, and sometimes failing. She’d seen his eyes drifting towards her, glancing nervously at her chest. Trying to tear away from her ass.

She hadn’t been the only naked woman in the room, and he’d been doing the same with Margot, and with Hikki. He’d been surrounded by more nudity than he’d probably ever imagined.

Well, before April started giving him threesomes with Zara, at least.

But Hannah had seen him desperately trying not to objectify her. Not to stare at all those parts of her that he’d never seen before, or not for any real amount of time.

And she’d let him look. She’d given him chances, and reasons, to look.

Oliver had seen her pussy.

Two months ago, that thought would have seemed so strange to her. Now it turned her on so much.

Now it made her wet.

“Fuck,” Hannah hissed to herself.

If she started masturbating, she wouldn’t stop until she was done, and lately she’d been getting juicier than normal. At home, that wasn’t a problem - it was her bed, she could change her sheets or handle things as needed. But this was Margot’s guest room.

And, oh God, now that she thought about it, this was the room that backed onto Hikaru’s. The one she’d heard Margot and her mystery date fucking in through the wall.

Margot had fucked in this bed.

And that made Hannah, for just a moment, picture something she’d imagined during the course of the evening while her dirty little mind had been revelling in the wildness of the nudity around the card table.

What would Oliver fucking Margot look like?

She’d imagined him fucking her, but not someone else. Well, other than April and Zara. But Margot had been just as entirely naked, and even if she was just doing it out of comfort and maybe to tease Ollie a bit, she’d still been naked.

She had a great ass and those tits. And fuck her for being so pretty.

What would she look like, sucking Oliver’s giant cock? Would she ride him, bouncing up and down on it, or would she get Oliver to bend her over?

Her ass was naturally bigger than Hannah’s, but Hannah’s was firmer. More muscular and toned. If they both bent over the edge of the card table and wiggled their butts at him, which one would Oliver go for first?

Which one would he want to save for last?

“Fuck,” Hannah hissed to herself again, then bit her upper lip hard, trying to will herself to calm down.

If she masturbated, if she came, Margot would know. She’d smell it. There was no way Hannah could do it.

She had to wait it out until the morning, then she could leave early, go back home, take her dildo into the shower and fuck herself silly before work.

That was the plan.

“Just gotta make it to sunrise,” she murmured to herself.

Unfortunately, that was a long way off.

- - - - -

Margot rolled her eyes into the back of her skull, gritting her teeth as she hammered her pussy with her vibrator. She had to stay quiet, since Hannah was in her guest room, but there was no way that the former cowgirl wasn’t going to get herself off after an evening like that.

She’d been practically vibrating from the sexual tension for hours.

Hell, she’d worried that her natural lubricants might fucking start leaking down the inside of her thigh, that night had been so weirdly hot.

First was being naked with Oliver, without being able to do anything else. It was like the ‘flashing’ incident, but so much more extended. And now that Oliver had fucked her twice, and he knew she wanted him more… that just sweetened it. He’d been blushing cutely a lot, and seeing him look at her, and then tear his eyes away, afraid of where his mind was going and trying to control himself…

She’d tried not to tease him too badly. She didn’t shoot him many sexy looks, or touch him, or flash him even dirtier views than he already had.

God, she’d been torn, not finding times to whisper to him how much she wanted to jump his bones. Or his bone, rather. If he’d gotten hard, if that mammoth cock of his had made an appearance, Margot wasn’t sure she would have been able to keep herself within the boundaries April had set out. And she had to keep within those boundaries for now. She had to prove she could do that, so that April would trust her more. Be more lenient. More open.

Margot grunted in her throat, pulling the vibrator out of her cunt as she came down from her orgasm, and lifting it up to suck her own taste off of it. Ollie loved when she did that, sucking either hers or April’s taste off of his thick knob. Slurping it up.

The tension hadn’t just been between her and Oliver, though. Hikaru had started playing the game perfectly. Hell, she’d started earlier and almost played harder, considering Margot had already slept with him. And Margot had seen him sneaking peeks at her breasts - not that she could have blamed him, even if Margot and Hikaru weren’t in cahoots with each other. The girls' ta-ta's were ridiculously nice. She’d found her own eyes getting drawn to them a couple of times, wondering what it would be like to have one of Hikki’s pale, puffy areolas in her mouth as Oliver swapped back and forth between their pussies.

And Hannah. Margot almost wasn’t surprised that Hannah had been comfortable enough to strip down in front of Ollie, especially after her whole flashing gag. But the girl clearly didn’t know what she’d been doing to poor Oliver. She’d been her usual, bubbly, athletic self, and even when she’d just been lying on the couch trying to stay still and cool, she’d been a visual tease for him. Hannah had an ass that wouldn’t quit, cute tits, and her energy was infectious in the room.

It was a good thing she wasn’t interested in Oliver, or things could get even more complicated.

Margot slurped off the end of her vibrator, making sure she didn’t drool and spit onto herself, and briefly hesitated as she tried to decide whether to try for another orgasm or to go to bed. It was fucking late as it was, and she had her April-approved plans starting with Oliver tomorrow.

With a sigh of mild frustration, she turned the knob on the vibrator to stop its buzzing, and she quickly rolled over to the side of her bed and grabbed a tissue from the box on the side table, giving it a quick wipe off and then dropping it off the side of the bed. She’d clean it properly tomorrow morning.

Rolling back to her back, Margot let out a long breath and slowly ran her hands up from her stomach to her tits, just holding herself for a moment.

Tomorrow night was going to be her first time solo with Oliver, and she intended to make it great. But once that night was over, she had less than a week with April out of town, and this heat wave was supposed to last at least a few more days.

Was there some way she could put it to use for the plan? Or should she stick to the script she and Hikaru had worked out the last time they’d been scheming?

Actually, what if the next day was just like that day, and Hikaru and Hannah were hanging out in his apartment again? Naked or not?

“Fuck,” Margot muttered to herself.

Was she about to be cockblocked by the very same scenario that had been so fucking hot just an hour ago?

She needed a Plan B just in case. And maybe a Plan C for good measure.