Unexpected Affections Ch 68-69

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Chapter 68

“He-ey,” you said, unable to keep the surprised hesitation out of your voice.

“Hey yourself,” Hannah said with a confused smirk as she practically skipped over to you after exiting the front doors of the gym. You’d come to meet her after she was done work for the day to grab dinner like the two of you had planned. That wasn’t super unusual since the gym was a few blocks closer to one of the decent foodie streets in the city compared to your neighbourhood.

What was surprising was that Hannah looked… Well, Hannah was wearing a dress. And not the kind that her Mom used to make her wear to special event when you were kids.

You didn’t even know she owned a dress. Especially not like this.

It was a white, sleeveless dress with a bright royal blue print on it that kind of looked either Greek or like old Chinese porcelain. It left her fit arms completely bare and she was wearing a couple of bracelets on each wrist, the neck was pretty high and didn’t show any of her chest, but the whole thing was like a flowy little cone that wanted to try to cling to her body underneath it as she walked.

And it was short. Almost all of her thighs were visible, and you’d seen her in plenty of workout gear - she was about two inches from showing off her underwear.

Hannah had also done her hair up in something other than a messy ponytail or bun - instead her blonde hair was carefully pulled up into some sort of more particular arrangement that felt like it was designed to show off her neck and the blue drop earrings she was wearing to match her dress. The only thing that didn’t seem strange about her outfit was that she was wearing a pair of bright, perfectly clean white sneakers.

“What?” she asked as she stopped in front of you.

“You look- I mean, you look… girly,” you said.

“I am a girl,” Hannah smirked. “You did notice that a couple of times in all these years, right?”

“Ha-ha,” you said. “Very funny.”

“I just felt like dressing up, OK? Is that a crime?”

“No, of course not,” you said. “I’m just surprised, that’s all. You look great.”

“Thank you,” she said with a slightly preening smile. Then she grabbed your hand, wrapping her fingers with yours and swinging it between the two of you. “So,” she said. “Dinner? I’m famished.”

The two of you set off. It was your rest day from the gym so you hadn’t seen her earlier, but she was happy to hear that you’d taken the walk that she’d suggested you try to get in on your off days. She’d picked the spot, pre-approving several menu options for your diet, and the walk down the three city blocks was at the perfect time of the evening when rush hour was over but the nightlife hadn’t really started up yet. It wasn’t quiet, but there was plenty of room on the sidewalks and you had the space to chat about the nothings and everythings in your day.

There was a wait at the restaurant even though Hannah had made a reservation, and you noticed the two of you getting a couple of looks both from the two hostesses manning the front, as well as a few of the other guests. You were starting to do that more, these days - notice the looks. The stares. You’d always known about them, been aware of them, but you were noticing it more now instead of blocking them out.

You and Hannah, out and about together, looked weird. She was this petite little fit blonde wearing who looked like she could play the next Supergirl and lift a car over her head, and you were… Well, the superhero character you would be most likely to play would be the Blob from X-Men. Not even in the same damn comic universe. The fact that Hannah had dressed up way more than you had expected also wasn’t helping things - you weren’t severaly underdressed, but you were wearing black jeans and a work polo with the brand of the company high up on your breast. When she’d mentioned grabbing dinner together, you hadn’t realised she’d meant going somewhere quite so…

“Ae you OK?” Hannah asked, frowning up at you and giving your hand a squeeze.

“I’m fine,” you assured her, giving her a smile. Her look told you she knew you were giving her a fib, but she let you do it.

Eventually you got seated at a booth, and things picked back up. Hannah told you more about the ‘Girls Weekend’ from her perspective, giving some more insight into how she thought Margot and Hikaru had got along with April and Zara. All good things, though the rivalry between Margot and Zara had you just a little worried if they got together again. You told her about work, and more about your date night in with April, and how you were feeling like maybe you were starting to get the hang of the new diet.

You both avoided the more sexual details of the weekend, and your date.

“Any new guys sniffing around?” you asked her at one point. “I seem to remember you insisting I use that dating app because at least you were trying.”

“No, no new guys,” Hannah said with a little smirk, idly playing with her fork in the mashed cauliflour on her plate. “I’m off the apps right now, and I don’t want to meet anyone through work.”

“What about trying the nerdy one that got me the date with April?” you suggested. “You can’t say it didn’t work for me.”

“It worked because you won a contest, and you’re you,” Hannah said, stabbing the air lightly in your direction with her fork. “I’m not a nerdy girl, the app doesn’t make sense for me.”

“It’s not just for nerds,” you said, though you weren’t actually that sure. “And you get along with nerds. Maybe you just need to find the right one.”

She smirked a little, looking across the table at you. “Maybe I do,” she sighed. “But still, I’m off the apps for a little bit. I need to get my mojo back.”

The conversation shifted, and then the check came and the two of you bickered over it. You hated when Hannah would try to treat you since you were in such a better position financially, she hated to feel like she couldn’t treat you like you treated her. Dinner had been her idea, the choice of location and resulting cost had been because of your diet. In the end you went dutch, since that was the only way to settle it without one of you stealing the other’s wallet.

You walked back out of the restaraunt, Hannah grabbing your hand again as you left the table, and you managed to ignore the couple of glances your way that folks gave you. Outside you found that the sun was settling nicely, the heat of the day drifting off into a comfortable evening, and Hannah kept hold of your hand as you started to walk back towards your own neighbourhood.

“So,” she said. “You had a threesome. A couple of threesomes.”

You almost choked on your own spit, and she had to let your hand go as she was snickering and you had to cough your throat clear.

“They were that good, huh?” she asked, her eyes bright with her laughter.

“We do not need to talk about this,” you said, shaking your head at her.

She grabbed your hand again and got the two of you moving. “We don’t need to, but it’s out there. I know, and you know I know, so we might as well.”

“Yeah, but it’s awkward, Hans,” you said.

“You know what’s awkward? You leapfrogging me in sexual experience by a mile,” Hannah countered. “Virgin to group sex in, what, a month? You couldn’t at least give me a chance to catch up, huh?”

“Hannah,” you grumbled, a little mortified.

“I’m sorry,” she said, giving your hand a squeeze. “I had to tease you a little about it.”

“Yeah, well, now you have,” you said.

“Can I ask you one actual, serious question about it?”

You winced a little, glancing at her, but that was a mistake because she was giving you her version of puppy dog eyes. “Fine,” you groaned. “One question.”

“OK, just one,” she nodded. Then chewed on the inside corner of her lip cutely as she decided which of however many questions she had that she wanted to ask. “Alright, I’ve got it,” she said after a moment. “Do vaginas feel different from each other?”

“What?” you asked, kind of shocked.

“I mean, like, mechanically. Or biologically? Bio-mechanically?” Hannah went on. “Physically, anyways. Like, you got to put your whatsit into two who-has in a short amount of time. Did putting it in April feel the same as putting it in Zara? Not emotionally or romantically or anything, just like physical feeling.”

“I- What- Why?” you stammered.

“I’m curious!” Hannah shrugged. “Like, I’ve never been with a woman, so I only know what my own feels like on the inside- aaand that’s too much information. But like, I’ve been with a few different guys, and part of me feels like they all feel different, but then I’m not sure that’s actually true? Like, I’m sure someone extra small and someone extra big would feel different, but two dicks that are of generally equal size? Would I be able to tell them apart? And it’s not like I’m going to run an experiment or something to find out. But you kinda already did and I’m just- I’m curious.”

In some ways, her question was so much worse than you’d expected, and in others it was a relief. It was classic, funny Hannah and not Investigator Hannah trying to root out something private from between you, April and Zara. You could lie to Hannah, but she always knew it if you did.

“I guess…” you said. “I mean, it wasn’t a blind study, but I’m pretty sure I could tell the difference between the two. How they moved, how they felt. Tightness.”

“Interesting,” Hannah said, pursing her lips in thought and nodding. “Do you think you could tell them apart now? Like, if we put you in a glory hole and one of them backed up onto you, could you be like, ‘That’s definitely April’?”

“I don’t know,” you scoffed and chuckled.

“Thanks for answering me, Ollie,” Hannah said, giving your hand a squeeze. “You know I love you, right?”

“I know, Hans,” you said, giving her a little bump with your arm. “I love you too.”

The conversation became more normal for the last block of walking, passing by your building as you walked her down to hers. She’d left her gym bag in her locker at the gym, but had a little purse with her keys and wallet, so she could get in and then head to work again the next day to pick up her stuff.

“You wanna come up and hang out?” Hannah asked as you started to get close. It was a completely innocent, natural question - one she’d asked dozens if not hundreds, of times in the past. And almost every time you would have said yes.

But… for some reason you felt something weird in your stomach. Something that said that, even if this was Hannah, it was a question you should say no to. You had a girlfriend. Hannah was dressed, well, the way she was dressed. It was hard not to notice whenever you looked at her from further than straight down - she had great legs and they were on display. And she was all dressed up, makeup on, hair done, jewelry. She looked like she’d been on a date, even if that hadn’t been a date and had just been you two hanging out and grabbing dinner.

You weren’t supposed to go up to a woman’s apartment to Netflix and Chill, even if it was literally to watch Netflix and shoot the shit, when she looked like that.

“I think I should head home,” you sighed. “We can hang out this weekend though?”

“OK,” Hannah shrugged, making it no big deal. Because it wasn’t a big deal. You were best friends, not being able to hang out had never been an issue before. “Thanks for coming to dinner, and putting up with me dressing up and being girly.”

“You know I didn’t mean it like that,” you said.

“I know,” she grinned. Then she stumbled slightly on the sidewalk as you were turning up towards her buidling. “Shoot,” she laughed, looking down. “My laces came untied.” She bent over to start tying them back up.

Your eyes might have bugged out of your skull.

Hannah had bent at the waist - this wasn’t uncommon for her. She was flexible and could easily touch her toes with her legs straight. Hell, sometimes she would do that just to stretch out her back or legs. What she didn’t usually do was bend over at the waist while wearing a dress.

And no underwear.

The dress, which you’d thought was surprisingly short from the beginning of the night, rode up her butt all the way. You got the entire full moon pointing at you. But not just that - you also saw everything. Her ass was full from having strong glutes; it was an ass she worked on. That also menat that it was an ass with two distinct cheeks, and those cheeks flexed slightly with her movements as she tied her shoe, letting her little butthole wink at you from between them. And below - oh, God, below, between her perfectly thicc, fit thighs, her pussy was smiling at you. Two neat little lips inner lips poking out from between tidy outer ones. Her clit hood just visible. No hair to be seen.

“Hannah!” you gulped, not wanting her to accidentally expose herself any more than she already had. Unfortunately your immediate reaction to help cover her up was to grab her by the waist and step right behind her, pulling her back to you.

“Oof!” Hannah said, tipping backwards and collapsing against you slightly, her bare ass pressing directly against your crotch.

Against your cock, which had started to wake up from what you’d just seen.

“Jesus, Hannah,” you said, immediately pulling back from her once she stood up.

“What was that?” she asked, looking incredulous.

“You just-” you adjusted your tone and volume down to a stage whisper so that you weren’t hollering it up and down the street. “You’re not wearing underwear and just flashed everything.”

Her eyebrows shot up, she rolled her lips in and bit them, and she gave you a look like she wanted to die a little. “Oh my God,” she said. “I did?!”

“Yeah,” you said, looking around. There were other people on the street, and cars had been going by, but no one was staring or seemed to be watching the two of you. “I don’t think anyone else saw anything.”

“Oh my God,” she groaned, covering her face with her hands. “I’m so dumb.”

“You’re not dumb,” you said, scolding her reflexively because you hated it when she put herself down. “But- why the heck aren’t you wearing underwear?”

“Because I sweat through both pairs I brought with me to work,” she said, gesturing in frustration. “And I figured… I dunno. That I wasn’t dumb!”

“You’re not dumb,” you repeated yourself, and then pulled her into a hug to try and soothe her. “You just forgot, is all.” You made sure the hug was more to the side so that she didn’t feel how your cock had perked up a little more.

“Well,” Hannah said after a moment of hugging you. “I guess Margot and I are almost even. Wanna see my tits?”

You looked down at her incredulously and she started snickering at your expression.

“I’m joking,” she said. “I’m joking, Ollie. God, I’m sorry. I love you.”

“Love you too,” you murmured insticutally, pulling into the hug again and shaking your head.

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“Oh, fuck,” Hannah grunted. “Oh, fucking fuck.”

She slammed her hips back against the dildo suctioned to the wall of her shower.

She’d felt it.

She was still a little shocked that she’d gotten up the nerve to moon and flash Oliver, particularly the whole shebang an from up close. Part of her had thought about going into her building, then calling his name as he was walking away and then giving him a Pressed Ham mooning up against the glass of the door. Just her butt, much more of a joke. But then, part of her had also thought about insisting he should come up to her place, going to ‘get changed’ and then just coming out of her room naked.

Hannah had seen the pictures of his face in the group chat from when Hikaru had manufactured a way to flash him and April had taken the picture. She still couldn’t believe that Hiki had done that, but that had galvanized Hannah to do it too. She’d wanted to see that reaction in response to her.

And she’d gotten it.

He hadn’t even noticed her surreptitiously taking the photo with one hand, upside-down as she was bent over. The look on his face had gone through several priceless expressions that could be meme emojis in their own right. But the one she loved the best had been second - right after shock, and before panic.

She thought of it as ‘Primal.’

And then he’d, of course, played the hero and tried to cover her up, but she’d felt it. Against her ass. Against her cunt. Just the thickness of it, really, and not even really hard. But she’d felt it.

“Oh my Gawd, Ollie,” she moaned into her hand, not wanting to be too loud since her bathroom backed onto one of her neighbours. Hannah slammed her hips back again, taking the bigger rubber cock up inside her, imagining his hands on her hips again. Slamming into her slutty little pussy, stretching her out, using her.

Hannah came, but it wasn’t what she needed. It was just a shock, and she needed a big one after what she’d just done. She gave herself a moment, balancing with the dildo half inside her and her hand stretched out to the far wall, then slowly started to corckscrew her hips back again. getting ‘Ollie’ into new positions.

She whimpered, closing her eyes and thinking about his hand ssliding up her hips to her tits. Puling on her nipples. Hooking a couple of fingers into her mouth, or grabbing her hair, treating her like a slut.

God, I’d be his slut, she thought in her horny delerium. Why the hell hadn’t she realised that sooner!?

Chapter 69

‘Good morning, my favourite people,’ Zara’s text read.

She’d continued with her pattern of shrinking the amount of clothing she was wearing with each day she sent a picture.

Today she was sitting at what looked like her kitchen table, her long red hair up in a ponytail and wearing a little crop top that her nipples were poking again. And that was it. No panties, no thong. Not even sitting with her legs closed. Her pussy lips weren’t ‘on display’ in a lewd sense, but they were visible, as if they were just another part of her body.

‘Morning, babe,’ April responded like always.

‘Good morning, Zara. I hope you have a good day,’ you replied after a moment, gulping a litle as you looked at the picture. Then you swapped to your texts with just April. ‘Have you talked to her yet?’ you asked. ‘That was pretty much everything.’

‘I have a feeling she can do WAY more than that,’ April replied. ‘But no, I haven’t had the chance. We should talk to her together anyway.’

‘Later today?’ you suggested. ‘We could call her?’

‘Why not now?’ April asked, then a moment later you were getting a FaceTime call. You grunted softly and looked over your shoulder, but Hikaru was working a shift at the coffee shop that Saturday morning so you were alone.

“Good morning, girlfriend,” you answered the call once it buffered.

April was sitting in her room at her parents’ place - she’d sent you enough pictures from there that you recognised the background even if you’d never been there. You also assumed that it was safe for her to talk relationship stuff if she was calling you about this now - she still hadn’t told her parents that she was seeing you, mostly because she wanted to keep some seperation between Church and State for a bit because she knew they would be all up in both of your business as soon as she told them. To be fair, you hadn’t exactly been jumping to inform your parents of this new development in your life either.

“Good morning, boyfriend,” April grinned. She was wearing a thin t-shirt with slightly low scooped neck, showing off just a touch of cleavage. “Anything new happen last night?”

“No,” you sighed thankfully. “No more ridiculous accidents, women knocking at my door naked, or anything like that.”

April snorted, grinning, and shook her head. “Good,” she said. You’d told her about what had happened with Hannah and she’d broke into giggles, both because it was funny and out of empathethy for the blonde.

“So you want to talk to Zara now?” you asked.

“Might as well,” April shrugged. “If we don’t, tomorrow she’ll be completely naked.”

“If we do, tomorrow she’ll still probably be completely naked,” you pointed out.

“Yeah, but she’ll be doing it with explicit permission instead of pushing boundaries,” April said. “And Zara likes to push boundaries, but now we know that what she likes even better than that is you telling her what a good girl she is for being a good girl.”

“Mm,” you hummed, not sure if your tongue would be able to form words for a moment. Both what April had just said, and the memories it brought up, had your heartbeat quickening.

April worked her phone for a moment, adding Zara to the call, and it rang for almost a minute before she answered.

“Good morning,” Zara practically sang as her camera buffered. When she appeared, she was laying back on a couch, still wearing the crop top from earlier but most of her ody was out of frame so you couldn’t tell if she was still bottomless. “Is this technically phone sex, or would it be more like webcam sex or something?”

“We’re not having phone sex right now, Zara,” April sighed.

“Aaaw, why not?” Zara complained, but did it with the kind of smirk that said she’d figured that from the start.

“Good morning, Zara,” you added in before the conversation got going.

“Morning, Ollie,” the redhead said, almost shyly before biting her lip. “What did you think of my photo this morning?”

“That’s what we’re calling about, you little hussy,” April said teasingly. “You’re not exactly being sneaky with what you’re doing.”

“If I was trying to be sneaky, I’d be horrified at myself,” Zara snorted.

“What do you want, though, bitch?” April asked. The way they talked to each other kinda made you a little uncomfortable sometimes. “I mean, for real, how are you wanting us to respond?”

“Um, in kind?” Zara said as if it was obvious. “I wanna see my favourite titties in the universe every morning. Or your tasty litttle pussy. And I wanna see you big, mammoth cock, Ollie. I wanna see it hard and ready to fuck. Even better, if I’m not seeing it in person, I wanna see you stickin’ that giant cock into that tasty pussy.”

“Je-sus, Zar,” April sighed.

“We don’t live together,” you pointed out. “We’re not together every night.”

“I know, which is why I’d be happy with just some pics individually,” Zara said. “Or maybe a regular morning FaceTime where we all get off together. That would be pretty sweet.”

“Zara, you slut,” April sighed, tilting her head back and looking at her ceiling.

“Only as slutty as you,” Zara countered. “Hell, unless you’ve let him split your ass open with that thing, exactly as slutty as you.”

“OK,” you said, cutting in before April could argue back. “I think we need to be a little realistic here, maybe? Zara, you’re what, one or two timezones behind us? I have work most mornings, April has early calls sometimes, and so do you I think? What your asking for isn’t reasonable, even if it was something we all wanted.”

“OK, but I mean, would you?” Zara asked.

“Ollie and I talked,” April said. “About that, and about you.”

“You did,” Zara said, her eyes going a little more wide, suddenly unprepared as was put on the back foot.

“Yeah, we did,” April said. “Just like I said we would. So here’s the deal - you’re my best friend, I love you, and we’re gonna bone. Threesomes whenever you’re visiting, and just the two of us. You and Ollie can fuck each other without me there too. You can send us nudes, you can call us, you can rely on us. But, you can’t just focus on me, or on Ollie. If things start to feel weird where you’re only focusing on one of us, Ollie and I might decide it’s gone too far and then me and you need to have a serious conversation.”

“I- um- I, uh-” Zara stammered, unsure what to say. She was getting pretty much everything she wanted.

“Say, ‘Thank you, April, for sharing your boyfriend with me,’” April teased.

“Thank you, bestie, for sharing your mammoth-cocked, sweet and soft as heaven boyfriend with me,” Zara mumbled.

“Any questions?” April asked.

“Um… I don’t know?” Zara hedged. “I- maybe- Um- Fuck!”

April snorted and started laughing, and you couldn’t help chuckling either, because Zara speechless was kind of hilarious.

“So, is that it?” she finally asked. “I mean, not like ‘is that all?’ but like, is that the only reason we’re having this call? Because if it’s all open and available, I would be totally down to have some FaceTime sex.” Zara lowered the angle of her phone some more, showing more of her her skinny, lithe torso all the way down to her mound, but not flashing her whole cooch.

“I dunno,” April smirked. “You have anywhere to be, Ollie?”

“Not for a while,” you said. You did actually have plans later that morning with some of your gaming buddies, and then you, Margot and April were supposed to hang out later than night.

“Nice,” April grinned, then her camera blurred out from fast movement, settled facing her ceiling for a moment, then blurred again as she picked her phone back up and when she came back into frame she was topless, her big breasts on prominent display as she pinched one of her nipples.

“Yesss,” Zara hissed, quickly pulling her crop top up and baring her own little tits to the call, then angling the phone a little more to show her sliding a couple of fingers up and down her labia.

“I, um,” you hesitated, wincing a little. “I dunno how I feel about…”

“Ollie, baby,” April interrupted your extended awkwardness. “I get it, you’re not feeling comfortable in your skin. Believe me, we both love you, but you don’t have to try and get all of you on camera. Just flip to the other camera and let us watching you stroke your cock.”

“Um, ah, OK,” you said, feeling a bit of relief. April and Zara had different body types, but they were both sexy and seeing them naked was always a feast for the eyes. You didn’t feel that way about yourself at all. You quickly flipped your phone over to the camera on the back, focusing it on your crotch and the tenting that was growing in your shorts.

“Mmmm,” Zara hummed. “OK, this might be my new favourite hobby while I’m not with you guys.”

April snickered a little, wiggling around on screen as she was getting whatever pants she ws wearing off, and you followed suit, pushing your shorts down and then your boxers, letting your cock flop out and then start to rise.

“Fuck,” April said. “It looks so fucking good.”

“Did it it get a little stiff like that when you saw Hikaru’s tits, Ollie?” Zara was grinning, eyes glued to her phone screen.

“You know about that?” you asked in surprise, one hand about to grab your cock but hesitating.

“Yeah, of course I do,” Zara chuckled. “I was the one who dared her and Hannah to do that.”

“Wait, you dared- what?” you asked.

“Zara,” April groaned.

“What? Wait, you didn’t know?” Zara asked.

“I thought they both did that on accident,” you said.

Hikaru had- And Hannah…

Your mind blanked and you felt like you could hear an old dial up modem tone as it tried to reconnect to the rest of your body.

“He didn’t know, and wasn’t supposed to,” April sighed.

“Wait, you knew?” you asked.

“Hikaru asked me if she could do it,” April said. “That’s what we were giggling about when she’d come in and before she went to have her shower. She wanted to prove to Zara she could do it, and she asked, so I said yes and I even took a picture of your face when it happened. Hannah saw that and decided to do the dare too, and I don’t know how you didn’t notice but she recorded your reaction too.”

“I- What-?” you stammed.

“Ollie, stud,” Zara said soothingly. “It’s OK. It’s just a little fun. No one got hurt, no one is laughing at anyone. It was all in good fun, the girls didn’t get pressured into it, and you got to see some naked babes. And we all got closer. Don’t worry so much.”

“I just- don’t-” you said, brain still fritzing out as you tried to comprehend the conspiracy.

“You might need to go over to his place and press his restart button, Ape,” Zara smirked. “I think it’s hidden somewhere on his penis, and requires your lips wrapped around it to do so succesfully.”

“Oliver,” April said, raising her phone and taking her tits out of frame. “If you’re not feeling this, we don’t need to do this.”

You let out a breath, shaking your head, then realised they couldn’t see you and all they saw was your cock about one-third hard and your hand. “I’m just trying to wrap my mind around it,” you said. “I- um… we can keep going.”

“Are you sure?” April asked.

“If you’re upset or something, we really don’t need to,” Zara added, though she sounded like she would be in physical pain if you stopped things now.

“No, um, it’s just- It’s fine,” you assured them, and wrapped your hand around your cock and gave it a squeeze, which brought a bit more life to it. “I can think about that stuff later.”

“Well, I mean, you can think about it now,” Zara smirked. “Hik-”

“Maybe he focuses on us, Zar?” April interrupted, bringing her tits back into frame.

“Right, right,” Zara said, then bit her lower lip as her eyes got a little hooded. “God, you guys. I’m so fucking turned on right now. If I were there in town, whose house would I be at? Because I wouldn’t be able to resist a morning fuck with one of you, if not both. Not after last time.”