Unexpected Affection Ch 88-90

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Chapter 88

“Hey,” Hannah said, trying not to smile too hard and make it look like she was faking or something. She was happy to see April, and this wasn’t going to be awkward at all. “When you said you were out in the suburbs, I didn’t realise you meant halfway to Margot’s horse farm place.”

April smiled, getting up from the table she’d snagged at the cute little coffee shop she’d suggested to Hannah, and opened her arms to hug her. “Yeah, sorry,” she said. “It’s always been easier to just bounce around and keep my parents as my home base with all the travel stuff. I’m starting to think I might need to make a change, though.”

“Oh, yeah?” Hannah asked as she accepted the hug. God, this bitch had big, soft tits. Oliver probably- “You’re thinking of getting something closer to us, or getting out from under the ‘rents?”

“Both,” April said with a shy, silly grin. “It’s way too soon for Oliver and I to talk about moving in together or anything like that, obviously. I don’t get people trying to make plans like that at our age, right? But yeah, closer and not under passive surveillance. I’m sure they’ll love Ollie once they meet him, I just want some breathing room for our relationship first. For now, though, I’m still out here.”

“Well, thanks for meeting me,” Hannah said, putting out that smile again. Trying to make it totally real and not just mostly real. “Let me grab something, and we can sit. Can I get you anything?”

“Yeah, for sure,” April said, gesturing towards the main counter of the coffee shop. “I’m good. I wasn’t sure what your order was, or I would have gotten yours too, sorry.”

“No, don’t be,” Hannah waved her off. “I’ll just be a minute.”

Hannah went and got in line at the counter, trying to take April at face value and not dig to find some reason to feed her jealousy. This whole meeting-up thing was my idea, damn it, she thought. Things in her head were getting too complicated. Her fantasies were getting too ridiculous, too often. Too much.

She didn’t think she’d just jump Oliver, throwing herself at him some night, and they’d go at it like it was always meant to be. For one thing, that would turn Oliver into a cheater and Hannah into a homewrecker (not that there was an actual home to wreck, but the implication was still there.) And right after that was that Hannah wasn’t sure she had the balls to just jump him. It would be a huge risk of so many years of their friendship.

If Hannah could only have Oliver as her best friend, or as her… everything, then she’d rather have him at all and not risk losing what she had.

So she needed to stop fantasising. Stop making it weird for herself. One of the ways she’d decided to do that was to try and become closer to April. Being friends with Ollie’s girlfriend had always been something Hannah thought she wanted anyway, at least in the hypothetical sense. Whenever she’d urged Ollie to try to find someone, Hannah had always assumed… Well, being honest with herself, she’d never really thought that far ahead. Which was maybe the problem - Oliver had built himself up into such an unchanging pillar of her life, she hadn’t realised the possibilities before it was too late.

Or at least too late for now. If April didn’t work out, Ollie might be single again in the future…

But Hannah was not going to sabotage it. Absolutely not.

The coffee shop didn’t have as good a selection as their regular one around the corner from Oliver and Hannah’s neighbourhood. Hannah hesitated before approaching the counter when it was her turn, distracted from making her choices by her own thoughts, and ended up just getting a couple of the OK-looking cookies she would probably regret later.

Once her order was in, she went back over to April at their table.

“So,” Hannah said, sitting down and putting that smile on again. “Oliver’s showed me a bunch of the stuff you’ve been in, and I kinda, like, get it, but how does the whole voice acting thing work?”

“I’ll make you a deal,” April grinned. “I’ll tell you all about my work if you tell me about yours. Like the MLS stuff, not the personal training stuff, I get that side of it.”

“Deal,” Hannah agreed.

Small talk was so ugh, but it was a start. Hannah was going to be friends with April, real friends, no matter what.

- - - - -

“Wait, so… what does that… mean?” Hikaru asked. “I’m confused.”

Margot grimaced guiltily, glancing across her apartment as she tried to figure out how she was going to tell the younger woman that their plan might have worked a little too well.

“April is… Well, OK. The good news is that April is pretty much confirming she’s open to sharing Oliver in a sort of general ‘it’s not a no’ kind of sense,” Margot started off. “Zara wasn’t a one-off thing, and I wasn’t a one-off thing. So, mission accomplished on that front.”

“Right, but… the other part of it,” Hikaru said. “I mean, I’m- I’m happy for you, that you got to- And will… But, what about…”

“You,” Margot murmured.

Hikaru nodded, biting both her lips as her brows furrowed together.

Two things had been on Margot’s mind ever since breakfast that morning. Well, three. The first one was how her pussy was aching after last night. Not in a painful way, or something was actually injured. More in a ‘It’s been a while, and it was never like that’ sort of way. The second thing was completely connected to the first - that threesome had been fucking epic, and she kind of wanted to head over to Ollie’s apartment, go to his bedroom and strip down naked so he could fuck her again ASAP. His cock was one major factor in that, but he was also just so…

Him.

The third thing, however, and the one that had been at the forefront of her mind right up to when Hikaru had come over for their planned debrief once her shift was done down at the coffee shop, was that exact question - where, and how, did Hikaru fit into this new situation?

“I’ve been thinking about that a lot,” Margot assured her, speaking carefully. It wasn’t that she was afraid Hikaru would take anything the wrong way, or get spooked or something. All of this just felt so delicate. “I think I have a plan to open the door wider for you, but- But honestly, Hikki? I think I can open the door with April, but Ollie is a completely different thing. You’re like a little sister to him, not just his friend, and he was super in his head at the start about doing stuff with me. April and I got him over it quickly, but it’s a way bigger hill for him to climb with you.”

Hikaru drew in a breath through her nose and let it out slowly, frowning but nodding. “I always figured… Well, I don’t know. Life isn’t a romance novel. People don’t just fall into each other’s arms and know that they were meant to be, and could have known that earlier if only X, Y, Z.”

“Exactly,” Margot said, reaching over and taking Hikaru’s hand to give her a reassuring squeeze. “Honestly, hon? You’ve been doing a really, really good job so far with the plan. You were always cute, but those tips Zara gave you are like, wow. You look hot as blazes every day. And I already told you, Ollie’s noticed, he just doesn’t know how to feel about it. If we go with my new, revised plan, we’re going to want Ollie to see you more and more as a woman, not the little girl who he was Big Bro-ing all those years.”

“So I should keep being sexy,” Hikaru said. “Like the flashing thing?”

“I still can’t believe you did that,” Margot smirked, giving her hand another squeeze. “You don’t have to go that far, but… Yeah, pretty much. Wear less around the apartment. Skimpier stuff. Tease him more. You don’t need to seduce him emotionally; you just need to get him revved up physically to see you are the woman you are. Kinda like how hearing about him being physical with April was a wake-up call for me.”

Hikaru raised an eyebrow, frowning again. “I’m not sleeping with someone else just to make Oliver jealous, or ‘see me as a woman’ or whatever.”

“That… isn’t the worst idea, but no, I know,” Margot said, sliding a potential Plan C into her mental back pocket. “We just want him to be very aware that you’re a sexy ass woman, and you love him. Do you think you can do that?”

“I thought I already was,” Hikaru groaned. “I might need you to help me pick some outfits. I think I have my outside style figured out now, but I don’t know how I’m going to do even more at home.”

“I can totally do that,” Margot grinned. “We might need to go shopping, though.”

“Good thing I have a paycheck now, I guess,” Hikaru smirked a little, then she snorted, covering her mouth. “Imagine me asking Oliver to help me get some new wardrobe stuff, and then it’s all just stuff to make him hard?”

Margot snorted and chuckled with her. “That wouldn’t be the worst thing. There’s a reason guys like buying lingerie for their girlfriends and wives.”

Hikaru sighed, shaking her head. “OK. What’s your actual plan, then?”

“Before I tell you that,” Margot said. “Are you going to want to hear all the nasty details of the threesome?”

Hikaru flushed a pretty pink and bit her lower lip hard, but nodded. Eagerly.

“Good,” Margot grinned. “Because my new plan includes you being your horny little self. I’ll tell you everything, you just have to go home before you start masturbating here on my couch.”

“I wouldn’t,” Hikaru scoffed, still blushing hard.

“I know, I’m just teasing you,” Margot said, scrunching up her nose playfully. “I bet you’ll rub one out real fast once you’re out of here, though.”

“Fuck off,” Hikaru squeeked.

“If you really want to get a jump on the plan, you’ll figure out a way to let Oliver ‘catch’ you doing it,” Margot suggested. The look in Hikaru’s eyes spoke volumes about how frightening that particular idea was to her. “Or not. You can build up the sexual tension slower than that.”

“Good,” Hikaru said.

“Alright,” Margot said. “So, you know that April and I had it all worked out ahead of time, and when she shot me the text saying her and Ollie had made it back to the building, I already had my lingerie on…”

Chapter 89

The picture text from Zara came without comment, and you weren’t entirely sure how to take it. She’d been sending you and April nudes pretty much every day in the morning now. Some of them were very lewd on purpose, but most of them were more casual. Like casual nudity, or flashing her camera and taking a picture of it, was a totally normal thing she did in her day. There had also been a round of sexting in your three-person group chat, though that had been while you were at work and had mostly been between April and Zara until you ‘entered the scene’ late when you got a break.

Zara was frowning into the camera, which wasn’t exactly out of character for her, but the context felt off. She looked hot as hell, wearing a tight little cropped tank top that clung to her slender form, the outline of her bra showing through the stretchy material, and she was in her car back in Las Vegas. But there was something in her eyes that was saying more than her words probably could.

Your first instinct was to call her to make sure she was OK - the picture wasn’t overt, but it felt like a soft cry for attention. The problem was that you’d met up with some of your Game Store buddies that Sunday afternoon to play card games, and they had already been relentless about teasing you about your new relationship. Not in a bad way - well, Jeff seemed a little more spiteful than the others, but Jeff had been through a pretty nasty divorce - but you really didn’t want to hand the guys any more ammunition by stepping away to make a phone call for who knew how long.

“You look really pretty this afternoon, Zara,” you texted her. “But you look like you either want to piss in someone’s Cheerios, or you need a hug. How are you, really?”

Zara’s text came back quickly, so she wasn’t driving. Or you were pretty sure she wasn’t, and hoped she wasn’t a Text and Driver. “Bad day on set :(“

“Want to tell me about it?” you asked.

“no” was immediately followed by “yes”, and then “you really want to kno?”

“I really want to know,” you assured her.

You took a big loss in the card game, but this sounded more important and sitting out for a second as the guys battled it out for first gave you time.

“My agent booked me a bikini shoot with an indie clothing company. Pretty basic stuff. Sometimes indies are more fun because they want personality more than just regular poses,” Zara texted. “It was me and two other models, all redheads so that was the look they wanted. Guy from the clothing line is also the photographer, and one of the girls turns out to be his girlfriend and is the feature model. All of this is totally normal shit.”

You were already feeling like your blood pressure was rising, trying to shoot the guys around the table at the game store grins and nods to what they were joking about while also stifling your reaction to Zara’s story. It was a problem that Zara told you she was doing a bikini photo shoot, and you had an immediate gut-wrenching feeling of not liking that. And it was totally easy to point to why you had that feeling - Zara wasn’t your girlfriend, but the idea of someone you had sex with, someone you were putting in effort to care about, was showing themselves off like that.

You knew you shouldn’t feel like that. Not logically. You weren’t in a relationship with Zara; April had been clear about that with her and Margot. April was your girlfriend, not them. And Zara was a model for crying out loud - of course she was going to get jobs where she was wearing skimpy clothing. Bikinis, underwear, lingerie - it just made sense that someone with her looks and her body would be booked for that kind of thing. And that didn’t even account for the stuff on her Instagram accounts. While she wasn’t posting the kind of things she sent you and April, they were still… a lot.

Except that stuff hadn’t made you feel like this. Was it because she was getting paid to do it, and Instagram was more her choice?

Another text came in, pulling you back to your phone.

“So they show us the bikinis and everything seems cool, and us girls go get changed in the washroom near the location, and the first maybe half hour everything is chill and there’s lots of laughs. Then we do a wardrobe change, and the next bikini is REALLY small, and I’m generally OK with that cause my body is on point right now, but the top is kinda shitty and doesn’t actually sit nicely even on my tiny tits,” Zara continued. “It keeps moving around and shit, and I realise there’s no way it’ll stay on, and the other hired model totally gets it, but the GF chick is all sassy and says I should just wear it. I ended up putting on my shirt, and went out to show the two guys from the clothing company that this thing ain’t working, and to see if they have a different one. They both start arguing, saying it should fit, and I’m like ‘Nah, bitch, it doesn’t,’ and they demand to see it on me, and at this point I’m already annoyed so I tell them if I’m putting it on, I’m putting on pasties, which IS in my contract. Well they start bitching, and the GF joins in, but the other model is obviously on my side so they end up giving me a different bikini to wear, which fits fine.”

This was not, in fact, helping you manage your frustration.

“I gotta make a call quickly,” you told the guys at the table, and you stood up without noticing if anyone even acknowledged what you said. You headed out of the game store and out onto the sidewalk, the relative cool of the evening air helping immediately.

“You didn’t have to call,” Zara answered you on the first ring.

“Are you OK?” you asked immediately. “Are you physically safe?”

“Ollie,” she scoffed. “Of course I am. You think I’d let two assholes pull some shit?”

“No, but two assholes could get violent after you rip their balls off verbally,” you grunted, then took a deep breath. “You’re sure you’re safe?”

“I’m in my car halfway across the city,” Zara said, her voice softening a little bit. “I’m fine, Ollie.”

“OK, then are you emotionally OK?” you asked. “Because I feel like you would say you ‘had a bad day’ and it could be someone got your coffee order wrong, or you committed justifiable homicide.”

“You don’t think I’d commit unjustified homicide?” she asked, the teasing note in her voice weaker than normal. “Who do you think I am? God, you fuck my brains out twice, and my rep with you goes down the drain.”

“I think you’re capable, but that you wouldn’t want to risk what you just got with me and April,” you said evenly. “I don’t think even a long-distance relationship like ours would be the same through collect calls from prison.”

“OK, see, that’s actually funny,” Zara snorted. “And thank you for stroking my murderous ego.”

“Zara,” you said firmly. “Are you anything less than OK in the way I know that you know I mean?”

There was a long moment of silence on the other end of the call, and you let her have it for a bit before you pressed her so that she wouldn’t find something snarky to say.

“I really, actually, fully want to know, Zara,” you said softly.

“Fuck you,” Zara whispered, then sniffed hard. Then there was a soft static sound that I realised was her pressing it against something, and a muffled sob. Then another sob, longer, that trailed off.

“Fuck, Zara,” you murmured, even if she couldn’t hear you.

She must have pulled the phone back up to her ear, because you were blasted with another big sniffing sound. “God damn it, Ollie,” she growled.

“It’s OK to not be OK, Zara,” you said, trying to project calm and caring for her. “April and I want to be able to help you. God, I want to wrap you up in a hug so badly right now.”

“I want a hug,” she sighed miserably, then sniffed again.

Your heart was hurting for her.

“Did you call your agent about them trying to get you to wear their busted merchandise?” you asked her.

She laughed, a little pitiful, and a little spiteful. “That wasn’t even the upsetting part, Ollie,” she said.

“Oh,” you said, feeling your gut drop out from under you.

“After we did the second set of bikinis, we did a third set, and things were a little awkward, but me and Anna - that was the other pro model - were being professionals and it was fine. But then during the third ones, the photographer gets his girlfriend to take her top off, so she’s got her tits out in this basically semi-public photoshoot, and a couple of the poses we’re doing are getting more suggestive, but it’s not my job to make sure this chick keeps her clothes on and nothing crosses the line. But then she just unhooks Anna’s top, and Anna almost slaps her, but her and the two guys are just like ‘It’s just a playful shot,’ so they take the picture, but then the girlfriend tries to undo my top, and I tell her Fuck no, they aren’t paying rates for semi-nudity and my contract is clear about that. And, I mean, Ollie, I’ve done suggestive poses before. You know, tugging on underwear or a swimsuit to make it extra sexy, letting a shoulder strap down. Hell, I think I’ve done poses with my top undone and I’m just holding it up with my hands, and the job was chill and the people weren’t assholes, so it was just part of the shoot. But fuck those guys, I’m not doing them any favours after the thing earlier. And then the owner of their shitty little company whips out a thousand dollars and offers it to me and Anna to go topless, and I’m like ‘Fuck you and fuck this’, and start to storm off. But then Anna takes the whole grand for herself and takes off her top too, and I guess they kept shooting because I went and got changed, and came out and threw the bag of their shitty bikinis at the owner. As I was walking away, him and the photographer were both calling me a stuck-up bitch, and how I wasn’t even their third choice, I was just what was available, and how they weren’t going to pay me because I broke the contract and all that kind of shit. And like, I know that’s just not true, and my agent will be pissed at them, but I know it’ll be more that he’s pissed they tried to circumvent contract stuff and not that they actually did that or said that to me. So I got in my car and I drove home, but I stopped at Shake Shack and now I’m staring at a greasy burger and fries and a big sugary shake, but I also feel gross and ugly and I want to eat it and keep feeling that way, but I also know me in three hours will be so mad at me now for giving in for even a minute.”

She’d almost been sobbing at parts, and almost shouting at others, and by the end of her story, Zara had to suck in a couple of big breaths and clear her throat.

“You know how you know you could commit a murder if you really had to or wanted to?” you asked her after a long moment. “I think I’m realising that I maybe could do that too.”

“No, you couldn’t,” she sighed quietly. “You’re too… you.”

“Yeah, well, tell that to the part of my brain that is calculating how many vacation days I would need to take to fly out to you on the next flight, track those guys down and disappear them into the desert, then kick in your agent’s door and give him a piece of my mind, too.”

Zara laughed and had to clear her throat again as it got stuck for a moment. “They aren’t worth your vacation days.”

“Maybe not, but you are,” you told her.

There was another long moment of quiet. “Fuck off,” she eventually said, just a whisper.

“Zara, if you ever need someone, you know April would drop anything and come running, right?” you asked her. “Anything. And I’d be right behind her, just shy of ‘anything,’ and that’s mostly just me not wanting to over promise and get caught in some awful position where multiple people I care about are in equal amounts of deep trouble.”

“... Let’s be real, no one’s gonna get in more trouble than me,” she whispered, a little smile audible in her tone.

“Probably not, but I’d rather not risk the universe trying to say ‘challenge accepted’ against that statement,” you said. “Now tell me you know April would do that.”

“I know,” she murmured.

“And I’m telling you that I would be there too if you told me you needed me,” you said.

“I need you,” Zara said.

That caught you up. You hadn’t expected that. “OK,” you said. “It’s probably too late for there to be a flight tonight, so I’ll need to book one for tomorrow morning. I’ll book a ticket for April too. Let me-”

“I don’t need you right now,” Zara said. “Jesus, Oliver. I just- I wanted to- Ugh, I’m such a cunt sometimes.”

“Maybe,” you murmured, smirking a little. “But you’re our cunt, isn’t that what April would say?”

That got you a snort out of her. “Definitely.” She sighed heavily. “Sorry,” she said, and meant it. “I didn’t mean to test you, I just- I don’t know.”

“You needed to know if I meant it,” you guessed.

“I guess,” she said.

“Zara?” you said. “Can later-you forgive you for the shake and the fries if you don’t eat the burger bun?”

“...Has anyone ever told you that you’re kinda smart sometimes?” she asked.

“Once in a while I manage to convince someone of that,” you grinned.

“Can you not tell April about all of this, please?” Zara asked. “She’ll actually book a flight, and I don’t need her to. I just- I just needed to tell someone about it. Someone who might care. I’m… I’m glad you cared, Ollie. Thanks.”

“You can call me any time, Zara,” you promised her. “Just to talk, if that’s all you need, or more. I’ll just tell April we talked tonight, and you had a shitty client, and not go into the rest. Is that OK?”

“Yeah,” she agreed after a moment. “Yeah, that works.”

“You’re already eating the fries, aren’t you?”

“Maybe,” she said, and you could hear her grin.

“Have a good night, you sexy, wonderful, beautiful soul,” you said.

“You too, you big fucking teddy bear,” she said. “And… thanks again, Oliver. I needed this.”

“I know,” you told her. “Talk soon, OK?”

“OK.”

The two of you hung up, and you let out a big breath and slumped forward, your shoulders relaxing.

You were going to follow through on your promise to Zara, but you were also going to need to have a serious discussion with April about how you were feeling. Because this didn’t feel like ‘just sex.’

Chapter 90

Your Monday morning had already started out strange, and you knew it was going to continue to feel that way.

First, you’d known that Hikaru wasn’t working that morning, so she was sleeping in, but when you went into the washroom for your regular morning routine, you found yourself blinking sleepily at a skimpy pair of panties on the bathroom floor. Sexy, tiny panties. And they hadn’t been there last night, so they couldn’t be April’s or left over from Zara.

And they looked… worn. Or at least not freshly laundered. Not like they were dirty.

When the heck had Hikaru come in her, dropped her underwear to the floor, and then left without them?

And why were they so small?

Trying hard not to think of that time she’d flashed you - apparently on purpose - you’d picked them up, folded them and put them on the side of the counter before going about your morning routine. By the time you were back over in your bedroom, you’d managed not to get hard thinking about any of the women in your life. It had been a close call, though. A couple of times.

Your early morning mind wasn’t that disciplined about its wandering horniness ever since you’d gotten morning sex and blowjobs.

The next thing had been that you’d had a text waiting for you when you’d gotten back to your room, and it was from Zara. Not just a text, but a short video.

A video of her masturbating, using a vibrator and moaning your name as she wiggled her skinny little hips, driving her juicy, lubed pussy against the vibrating toy.

“Thanks for last night, Ollie,” she’d sent after it. “I’d jump on a plane for you too. Hope this helps you work out any stress I caused you.”

Well, now you were hard, and there was no way you were getting your slacks on with your cock like that, so you ended up jerking off while watching the video with headphones on. You even got up the horny-inspired courage to take a picture of your hard cock with your hand wrapped around it and send it to her as proof that she’d ‘inspired’ your stress relief successfully. Her gibberish response of emojis seemed to say she liked your response.

Running a little bit late, you decided to skip your light, diet-approved breakfast and head right out. But on your way, you found Hikaru in the kitchen, trudging around sleepily, wearing a tight little shirt that was clinging to her obviously braless chest and a pair of panties that looked like a duplicate of the ones you’d just seen in the bathroom. And they were pretty damn small, hugging her in ways you couldn’t look at if you were going to keep your sanity.

The hug from her to send you off for the day, and the extra kiss on the cheek that had pressed her free-swinging breasts even more firmly to you, was another thing you had to try and just block out.

Then came what you’d known was going to be the weirdest part of your morning.

Coffee with Margot.

You hadn’t seen her since the morning before, after the threesome, and the morning blowjob, and the whole conversation where April set down her new boundaries.

“Morning, Ollie,” Paula chirped happily as you entered the coffee shop. “Busy weekend?”

“Um- Uh-” How did she know? Did everyone know? “Yes? Why do you ask?”

Paula laughed at the look on your face. “You just seem a little more tired than usual, and you’re a whole ten minutes late,” she said, coming around the counter and putting her hands on your upper arms, rubbing lightly. “You OK?”

“I-” you started, but then smiled and let out a breath through your nose, trying to force yourself to relax. “Thanks, Paula. I’m good. It was a busy weekend, and a weird morning so far. But it’s good to see you.”

“It’s always good to see you, too, hunk,” she grinned lopsidedly, giving you a playful wink. “Here, I found a no-carb bread recipe that sounded like it would make a half-decent bagel, and Hannah approved of the recipe.”

Your stomach grumbled at that, and you both broke out chuckling as she handed you your coffee and bagel. “Thanks,” you said. “When can I start paying you for all these extra recipes and ingredients?”

“Just as soon as you let me pay you for helping with the security cameras,” she countered. “And if you didn’t notice, we’re selling those scones and tarts you said were pretty good. If I can get enough recipes down, we can start advertising as being specially keto and diet-friendly. I get to treat you, and you’re helping me.”

“Fine, fine,” you agreed with a smile, and she met your gaze with a sweet smile of her own. And then you almost had to cough because you had a sudden memory of Paula walking with you, wearing that bikini top, with her cleavage very out, and while her apron and shirt were just as modest as usual, you had to suddenly work not to glance down at her chest.

“OK,” Paula said after holding your gaze warmly for a moment. “You got here late, but Margot got here earlier than usual. You must both be having a weird morning. Have a good day, Ollie.”

“You too, Paula,” you said. “Thanks again for- well, you know.”

She gave you another wink and then went back behind the counter to join her staff serving the morning rush, while you turned and spotted Margot over in the row of tables near the window you usually sat in waiting for her. She smiled when you spotted her and waved lightly.

From anyone else, that wouldn’t have been suspicious. From Margot, it was almost timid, and you got the feeling that she was dealing with similar nerves to you.

“Good morning,” you said as you approached the table, and she stood up from her seat.

“Morning, Ollie,” she said, and quickly wrapped her arm around your shoulders in a hug as she leaned up and in to give you a quick kiss that was right on the corner of your mouth. Not quite a peck on the lips, but definitely not a kiss on the cheek, either. You had a lot of cheek to kiss; it would be a difficult target to miss.

You turned and pressed your lips to her cheek in return, unsure of… well, a lot.

Sitting down, you felt the awkward tension as you weren’t sure what to say, like a clawing in your chest. This was Margot. You could talk about anything.

This was Margot. Your cock had been inside her, and you’d dropped a gigantic load of your cum deep into her pretty, tasty pussy while she begged for you to breed her.

“Sorry,” she said, breaking the momentary tension. “I got here early and realised I wasn’t sure- well, yeah. I texted April about PDA, and she initially said a quick kiss was fine, but I reminded her we know people here. We settled on a kiss like that, no holding hands or anything. As long as you’re good with it.”

“I’m- I’m good with it,” you nodded. It had been quick, and had to have looked like a regular kiss on the cheek. Probably. “An actual kiss- I mean, well-”

“Me too,” Margot said with a little smile.

You sighed in relief. It would be really fucking great to just kiss her. Now that you’d kissed her, now that you’d made out with her, and so much more, it felt wrong not to be able to do that. Maybe it was more of the same stuff as with Zara - and it was definitely something you needed to talk to April about.

Maybe you weren’t built to have fuckbuddies. Was that so unreasonable?

“So, buddy,” Margot said after a moment where you both took sips of your respective drinks. “You were late.”

“Yeah,” you sighed. “Weird morning.”

“Weirder than this?” she asked with a little smirk, starting to get back to herself.

“Not quite, but close,” you said, shaking your head.

“Anything you wanna share?”

You hesitated, considering, then sighed. “I might need to talk to Hikaru about some roommate stuff,” you said. That made Margot raise a surprised eyebrow. “She’s getting… comfortable. And, I mean, I’m happy about that. I want her to be comfortable. Like, a normal amount of comfortable.”

“But she’s… too comfortable?” Margot asked.

“She’s starting to leave personal stuff around,” you said, trying to be delicate. “And she’s more, um… She’s dressing a lot more relaxed. Like a lot more.”

Margot frowned, cocking her head to the side a bit. “OK, those are two different things. Is she leaving, like, personal documents around, or hygiene products? I know you know a girl has needs, Ollie.”

“No, no,” you said. “Not like that. She keeps that stuff tidy in the bathroom. She’s not Hannah, stashing ‘just in case’ tampons in random places. Like my car.” That got a chuckle out of Margot, who very well knew about that particular tampon in your glove compartment. She’d added one of her own in there, just because she thought it was funny. “And, I mean, it wasn’t a big deal, it was just because of the other thing.”

“Well, what did she leave around?”

You cleared your throat, glancing around quickly and lowering your voice. “She left her, uh, panties. Right in the middle of the bathroom floor.”

Margot blinked, then raised her eyebrow at you again. “That’s all?”

“Well, I mean, I did say it wasn’t a big deal by itself,” you argued. “But they were just sort of there, all tiny and stuff.”

“Now they’re tiny panties?” Margot asked, smirking even more. “What, did you pick them up and look at them?”

“Not like that,” you said. “I picked them up to fold them and put them aside for her.”

“You folded her panties?” Margot snorted. “That’s such a you thing to do.”

“I don’t know what that means,” you said, shrugging incredulously.

“Don’t worry about it, hon,” she shook her head, smiling at you. “What’s the other thing? She’s wearing clothing that’s too relaxed?”

You blew out a breath, your mind automatically picturing… You didn’t want to think of that. “You’re just going to laugh,” you grumbled.

“I promise I won’t laugh,” Magot rolled her eyes.

You narrowed yours at her, taking a moment, and decided to just say it. “Ever since she pulled that prank on me, she’s been wearing less. Like this morning, she was just wearing panties and a really tight T-shirt, and I could basically see everything.”

“Tiny panties?” Margot asked, smirking again.

“You promised not to laugh,” you sighed.

“I’m not laughing!” Margot said, managing not to chuckle. Barely. “OK, so Hikaru is getting really comfortable, and you’re getting some unexpected eye candy. Is that such a bad thing, Ollie?”

“I don’t want to- We’re-” you stammered, trying to figure out how to phrase what you were feeling. “Hikaru deserves to be comfortable,” you landed on. “And I love her so much, I don’t like how seeing her dressed like that makes me think of her.”

Margot’s eyebrows both raised this time. High. “As in… as a woman, or sexually?”

You glared at her. “I know she’s a woman, Margot,” you said. “And it’s- I don’t want to start thinking of her sexually. She’s Hikki, she’s not…”

“She’s not me?” Margot asked. “Or April, or Zara?”

“I… maybe,” you said, unsure of how to answer that.

“Ollie,” Margot said. “If I make a suggestion, will you please just trust me and do it without thinking too hard about it?”

You gave her a look, and she gave you one right back. “OK,” you finally agreed.

“Don’t stress about Hikaru and what she’s wearing, or what it makes you think,” Margot said. “Hikki knows what she looks like, she knows what her clothes look like on her. She’s a little naive sometimes, she’s not dumb. If she’s comfortable wearing those clothes around you, then she’s comfortable with you seeing her in those clothes and thinking whatever you’re gonna think. Considering you’ve seen her naked, a tight shirt and panties aren’t that bad. Plus, it can’t be any worse than a bikini, and you’ve seen her in swimsuits before and had no problems, right?”

“I guess…” You hedged. Technically, you hadn’t seen Hikaru in swimsuits very much, at least not since you were teenagers. Hell, the last time she might have been a scrawny thirteen-year-old and you hadn’t given it a second thought. She was a lot different looking now compared to back then. You got the point, though - you’d spent plenty of time with Hannah while she was wearing a swimsuit, and with Magot, and up until recently that hadn’t been an issue.

“Then just let her be her,” Margot assured you. “If she’s giving you a view, she’s probably doing it on purpose. Appreciate it.”

“Mm,” you grunted. Still unsure.

Margot smirked and shook her head. “Too good for your own good,” she said.

“What does that mean?”

“Don’t worry about it,” she replied, smiling at you. Then she glanced over her shoulder, checking how close the other customers in the shop were, and leaned forward while dropping her voice low. “Just FYI, Ollie? My pussy still feels like she’s recovering from the stretching out you gave her. God, that was a great fucking night.”

The heat in your cheeks might have been sending off a red that could have competed with Rudolph’s nose in a snowstorm. That made Margot grin broadly and bite her lip for a moment, giving you eyes.

“Are you still OK with everything April talked about yesterday?” you asked. “The boundaries?”

“I’m OK with them if you are,” Margot answered. “And I’m looking forward to the next time she has a work trip, or you guys give me a shout to ‘tag along.’ Are you OK with it?”

“I think so,” you said. “Um, I’m still sort of… working my head around it.”

“Take your time,” she assured you, reaching across the table to pat your arm. “I’m not going anywhere.”

“Thanks,” you sighed.

She smiled and winked at you, letting go of your arm, and the two of you moved onto your more normal, mundane topics as you finished up your coffee and tried the super low-carb bagel. That was one recipe that was going to need some work.

- - - - -

“Hey, can I talk to you for a second?”

Hikaru glanced up from her count of the inventory of the back store room at the shop. She’d started her shift with the lunch rush and had said a quick hello to Paula before jumping behind the till at the front and taking orders. Now that the rush was over, a couple of the baristas had finished their shifts, and Hikaru had been assigned to do a quick count of their more-used items in the back.

Paula was hovering in the doorway from where she’d spoken, giving Hikaru a strange look.

“Sure,” Hikaru said, standing up fully and cocking her head to the side. “What’s up?”

Paula came into the storage room, closing the door behind her. “Sorry,” she said. “I- It’s not a work thing, it’s- I mean, it’s not personal, but it is, kinda. Is that OK?”

“I honestly have no idea, because I don’t know what it is,” Hikaru said. “But we’re friends, right? So you can ask me anything, just don’t get mad if I’m weirded out, I guess?”

Paula chortled softly and shook her head. “OK, maybe I made it sound more dramatic than I meant it. And yes, of course we’re friends, girl.” 

Hikaru smiled at that, feeling a relief in her chest. It was kind of weird, saying it out loud like that - how often did you just announce that you and someone else were friends? What if Paula had been like ‘No, we’re employer and employee, we can’t be friends’?

“I’m just wondering if something is going on with Oliver,” Paula continued. “He was looking a little, I dunno, off this morning, and then him and Margot were acting weird the whole time they were here. Just weird vibes. Did he break up with his girlfriend or anything?”

Ooooh, Hikaru internally groaned, her mind flashing back to her night out with Paula, and the drinks, and Paula asking about Ollie and admitting she was interested in him. Of course she would notice Oliver and Margot being different after… what they did with April.

“No, definitely not,” Hikaru said. “Him and April are still going strong. I’m not sure what’s going on with him and Margot; what were they doing?”

“It wasn’t any one thing, I guess,” Paula frowned. “More just… different vibes.”

Vibes like they had wild sex, Hikaru thought, trying not to blush. “Oh,” she said. “That’s weird. OK. I’ll keep an eye out. I mean, Oliver would never be a cheater or something.”

“Oh, no, I wouldn’t ever assume that,” Paula said quickly. “He’s definitely not the type. I just- OK, maybe I was just seeing things. Or maybe I’m off, today. Thanks for letting me bounce that off of you.”

“No problem,” Hikaru said with a smile. “I’ll keep my eye out to see if something is up with him. The last thing we want is an Off Oliver.”

“Very true,” Paula grinned. “OK, I’ll let you get back to it. Thanks again.”

Hikaru didn’t start her count over again right away once Paula had left the storeroom. Instead, she tried hard not to think of all the filthy, nasty details that Margot had told her about having sex with Oliver. About the feel of his cock in her hands, or in her mouth. The ache in her core from him. The taste of him.

And she had to not think about that morning, too. About how she’d made sure her shirt was tucked up under her boobs a bit to make them really stand out. How she’d made her nipples hard with a little ice. How she’d been walking around with a mild wedgie just to make sure her ass looked as tempting as possible.

His blush had been so fucking cute, and she knew Margot had been right. This new plan was going to work.

It had to.