Unexpected Affections Ch 53-62

Chapter 53

“What. Happened?” Hannah asked as she pulled Margot’s apartment door open all the way to let the other woman back in. The others had gone back in but were waiting just inside the door, and Hannah had posted up peeking out and waiting.

She wasn’t sure what she was feeling about the fact that Margot was coming back wearing Ollie’s housecoat. She recognized it from his bathroom even if she’d never seen him wearing it. The fact that she was naked under there, all her voluptuous goodies rubbing against the fabric of his clothes (even if it was a housecoat and not, like, a sweater or something) made her feel things.

“He was so worried,” Margot chuckled as she entered the apartment. She grinned at the others when she saw they were waiting, and Hannah shut the door behind them. “I mean, his eyes bugged out when he saw me, but his first reaction was to be a hero. And, I mean, I don’t know why we didn’t see that coming because it’s Ollie. But you guys probably saw he grabbed me and pulled me inside? Well, he was just like ‘Holy shit what happened!?’ and we stood chest-to-chest because he was trying not to be rude and look, so I explained about the game and the dare.”

“Oh, God,” April groaned, smirking and shaking her head. “So I guess he knows why he got booby pics and Zara’s call.”

Hannah also shuddered a little but kept her mouth shut, wondering if Ollie had pieced together her texts to him were from dares too.

“So once he figured that out,” Margot continued. “I kind of stepped away and let him get a good look and he was so sweet about trying not to. And since he was being such a gentleman I figured ‘What the hell?’ and I dropped to my knees, unzipped his shorts and started blowing him. And you were right, it’s huge.”

“You did not!?” Hikaru gasped.

Margot snorted and started laughing at the looks on the other girls’ faces. “No! Of course not, God. Can you imagine if I had, though? Like, the look on his face? And honestly, he’d stop me the instant his brain caught up with whatever I did because he wouldn’t want to cheat on you, April.”

The busty brunette let out a breathy laugh, shaking her head. “Fuck, you had me there for like a split second,” she said.

Margot gestured for everyone to head back into the living room, and as they went Hannah saw her casually drop the robe from off her shoulders. The cowgirl pulled it off completely, revealing her ridiculously nice body again and folding the garment in half to set it on the counter. Then she stretched, her body jiggling in that enticing way that Hannah felt like hers couldn’t even if she knew she was hot, and Margot caught her looking and grinned and shrugged before grabbing her sweatpants and pulling them on, followed by her sweater.

“OK,” Zara said, having taken her seat and a gulp of her drink. “We doing another round? Things are starting to get good.”

April opened her eyes wide and glared at her friend, but didn’t immediately object. Hannah wasn’t sure if she wanted another round to happen or not - on the one hand, holy fuck that last one had been a lot. On the other, she could get dared to do something with Oliver and that would give her a free pass…

“I’m game, but I think Hikaru isn’t,” Margot said. The fact that her panties and bra were still on the counter next to Ollie’s robe wasn’t lost on Hannah.

“Nope,” Hikaru said, shaking her head vigorously. “I’m done. I can’t do anything like that.”

“Then we should call it here,” April said firmly, giving Zara a little emphatic eye contact. “We don’t want anyone getting too uncomfortable.”

“Fine, fine,” Zara said, holding her hands up defensively. Then she looked at Margot. “Touche, by the way. Well done.”

“Well thank you,” Margot smirked, nodding back with the same respect. She’d been called out and stepped up.

“Still, general dare for anyone who has the guts to do it,” Zara said. “Try and find a time in the next week to flash Ollie and get a picture of his face when you do it. I can only imagine that look that Margot got.”

Margot snorted and smirked, and Hannah thought she saw the other woman make eye contact with Hikaru as they all laughed nervously.

“So if that’s the end of the game,” Hannah asked. “What are we doing now?”

“I think Zara and April have plans with the man next door,” Margot said. “And you shouldn’t keep him waiting. He was a complete gentleman but a naked lady is a naked lady. I’m sure he’s turned on something fierce after Zara’s call, too.”

“Oh my God,” April blushed. “I don’t know how I feel about you girls knowing that’s what we’re going to do.”

“I’m fine with it,” Zara smirked, standing up from her seat and reaching over to grab April’s hand and haul her to her feet. “Come on, let’s go get fuckin’ laid.”

Hannah and the others got up as well and said goodbye with hugs as April and Zara got their stuff together and headed to the door. It was… kind of awkward, kind of weird, especially when Zara hugged Hannah because even though she was warming up to everyone she was still a little stiff. Then the brunette and the redhead were out the door, and Margot shut it behind them and turned to Hannah and Hikaru.

“Bow chica wa-wooow,” Margot sang, making Hannah snort.

“What?” Hikaru asked. 

“Oh my God, Hikki,” Margot sighed.

“That’s the classic porn music meme,” Hannah chuckled.

“It is?” Hikaru asked.

“Do we need to show you old 70s porn to show you?” Margot laughed. “I’m sure we could find some online.”

“No, I don’t need to see any porn,” Hikaru said, her eyes wide. “I’ve seen enough naked people for today, thank you.”

That got laughs out of Hannah and Margot again as they headed back into the living room. They each took their seats, and then Hannah moved to be closer to the other two, sitting where April had been earlier. They each took a long sip of their drinks, silence settling on them for a long moment.

“Can you believe that they are having a threesome over there right now?” Hannah blurted out. “Like… Oliver. Fucking. Two women.”

“With his gigantic cock,” Margot added with a little snicker. “Good for him - and I told him so.”

“God,” Hannah shook her head.

“Fuck,” Margot agreed.

Hikaru let out a little hum in agreement.

“So… what now?” Margot finally asked.

And then Hannah and Margot both ended up shocked because Hikaru, of all of them, started giggling and said, “Well, we could have our own threesome right here.”

“We could, but we don’t have an Ollie to make it fun,” Hannah laughed, the words slipping out without thinking. She almost bit her tongue as she realised what she said.

Hikaru didn’t seem to notice, but something passed across Margot’s face as she was laughing as well, making Hannah wonder if she’d just put her foot in her mouth.

Fucking hell, Hans, she thought. Think before you speak!

Chapter 54

The knock at the door had you worried.

Everything that had happened with Margot had been… a little wild. No, not a little, a lot wild.

And concerning.

You kind of felt like you’d cheated on April, seeing another woman naked. Seeing your friend naked. Except you also knew that April apparently knew about it ahead of time and it had been part of a game. So was she going to be mad about it? Was it going to cause problems? Probably not; everything you knew about her didn’t make you think she’d be weird about you not really having a choice in the whole thing.

But you were also new to this whole relationship thing and could be wrong. You often felt like you didn’t know what you didn’t know, which was a scary spot to be in.

And Margot had looked…

So when the knock came, not too long after Margot left, you got back up from the couch and approached the door cautiously, peeking through the peephole before opening it. You sighed as you saw April and Zara, both fully clothed, smiling and waiting expectantly.

“Hey, baby,” April said, smiling with just a touch of nervousness as you opened the door.

“What’s up, Stud?” Zara asked. She moved past April and gave you a kiss on the cheek and a smack on the ass as she entered your apartment. “Margot’s got a fucking rack on her, huh?”

“Zara,” April scoffed.

“Hi, April,” you said, shaking your head and ignoring Zara’s crude comment. You reached out and April met you, joining hands as you drew her into your apartment and then into your arms, hugging her tightly. “You OK?” you murmured in concern.

“Are you OK?” she asked instead of answering.

“It was a little weird, and a little wild. I definitely didn’t think I’d ever see- Well, yeah. But I’m fine. Are you?”

She sighed, hugging you tighter. “Just a little jealous, maybe,” she said.

“Should I talk to her, or them?” you asked. “Ask them to tone it down?”

“No, no,” she shook her head. “It was all a game, and I do feel way closer to the three most important women in your life.”

“Other most important,” you said. “You’re my number one most important person now, April.”

That made her look up, smiling with her eyes, and she puckered her lips so you bent down to kiss her for a long moment. “You’re the most important guy in my life,” she said once the kiss ended. “Boyfriend.”

“Girlfriend,” you grinned.

“Is this some weird foreplay thing going on, or are you two just stalling?” Zara asked from behind you, and when you both turned you found her standing naked in the living room. She was just as lean and beautiful as you remembered, but the thing that struck you seeing her with daylight still bright and coming through the windows was the contrast between her pale skin and the striking copper of her long hair, along with the red-pink of her nipples that almost matched her lipstick.

“Zara!” April guffawed.

“What?” Zara asked, pinching one of her nipples and smirking. “We’re here to fuck Ollie senseless, aren’t we? Seriously, you giant-dicked stud. I leave on Monday, so I can have a day of rest tomorrow. I want you to put me through it again, OK?”

“God, you’re such a horny pervert,” April snorted, leaving your arms and heading into the apartment proper.

“Takes one to know one, Ape,” Zara smirked.

“I think there’s levels to this and you are definitely worse than me,” April rolled her eyes. Then she reached April and gave her a slap on the ass.

“Mmm, may I have another?” Zara moaned and smirked challengingly at her shorter friend.

“You two are ridiculous,” you said, following April and shaking your head.

“Ollie,” Zara snorted. “I wouldn’t talk when your cock is making a tent in your shorts that could house three people, maybe four if we squeeze them in.” Then she looked at April. “And don’t think I didn’t notice that’s like the third time you’ve spanked me today. Do you have a thing for my ass, babe?”

“Oh my God,” April said, throwing up her hands as she rolled her eyes again.

You didn’t have a chance to offer them a drink or anything because Zara, laughing, took the two steps over to you and dropped to her knees, reaching for your shorts. You managed to catch her wrists before she could pull them down more than a couple inches. “Zara,” you said in surprise.

Zara looked at you like you were crazy. “What?”

“We’re in the middle of the apartment,” April pointed out.

“And?” the redhead asked. “The girls know we’re going to be boning over here, it’s not like they’re going to walk in on us.”

You blushed, even though April had just told you the others knew. The idea of Hikaru, Hannah or Margot walking in on just this scene was an embarrassing enough thought - them seeing you naked was almost anxiety-inducing.

April sighed and shook her head, then shrugged. “Fuck it,” she said, then yanked her shirt up and over her head, revealing the lingerie-quality bra she was wearing with her areolas and nipples visible through the sheer fabric. “She’s right.”

“Damn straight,” Zara grunted, then pulled her wrists from your loose grip and yanked your shorts down. Your cock, unable to resist the temptations, bounced up lightly and Zara growled as she grinned ferally and wrapped her lips around the topside of it and gave a suck.

“Such a horny perv,” April chuckled, coming up behind her friend and running her hands through Zara’s hair. Then your girlfriend looked up into your eyes. “Do you want us to move into the bedroom just in case?”

“I- Mmfg-” Zara got her mouth around the end of your cock and was driving her tongue against the underside of the head as her lips caressed the top, making it hard for you to think or speak. “We should be OK I guess. Here. For now.”

April chuckled again, which did fantastic things to her cleavage even with the sexy bra on, and she leaned over Zara and got a look at what her mouth was doing. Then she scoffed. “If you’re going to be a little t for my boyfriend, at least do it right,” she teased and pushed Zara’s head forward to take more of my cock.

And the redhead let her, right up to the point her mouth was crammed full and she made a slurpy noise and pushed back against the insistent hands.

“That’s better,” April snickered, and let Zara start bobbing on your cock while still on her knees. She looked back at you again. “Is she doing a good job, baby?” 

“Yep,” you grunted, not sure where you wanted your eyes to go because April turned around, bending slightly at the waist to lower her pants over the equally sheer panties she was wearing. Your groan was for both of them, but April looked over her shoulder and grinned, then hooked her thumbs in the waist of her panties and pulled them down too. By the time she was kicking them from her ankles, Zara was coming off of your cock and gasping for air.

“Kiss him,” April demanded as she dropped down next to her best friend on her knees, wrapping a hand around your cock and swinging it towards her. “Kiss Oliver, Zar.”

“Gladly,” Zara said with a sloppy smile, standing up and easing close to you, pressing her naked body to your side. She looked at you with her face tilted a little down so she was looking through her eyelashes and a fringe of her copper-red hair, and you sighed and brushed the hair away and back behind her ear. That simple gesture made her beam and lift her chin like you’d given her permission or something, and you kissed her as she breathed in the smell of you through her nose.

April, meanwhile, had both hands on your cock and was slowly stroking you with it pointed slightly upwards. This let her kiss down towards your balls, and she hummed tunelessly to herself as she approached her goal.

Chapter 55

Margot couldn’t help it, she glanced at Hannah again.

The movie wasn’t Margot’s taste, but she’d known Hikaru was sort of freaking out so Margot had set the younger girl to pick something for them to watch. The anime - and of course it was an anime - was something with giant robots. Honestly, Margot had no fucking clue what it was about; she sort of adored Ollie and Hikki and how nerdy they were, and indulged them as far she could handle, but she just couldn’t do all the robots and aliens and stuff. Elves and knights she could get more into, especially when there were dragons or some other cool animal.

Hikaru wasn’t the person distracting her, though.

Well, to be fair, there were two major distractions but only one of them was a woman in her apartment. The first thing that was distracting her was that she was keenly aware that April and Zara were fucking Ollie, and she’d felt his dick. Not with her hand, maybe, but the one thing she hadn’t told the others was that while he’d been hugging her right after he pulled her into his apartment, she’d felt it pressing against her hip and leg.

And what she felt both confirmed for her what Hikaru, April and Zara had said about his size, and also got her fucking wet. She doubted they had noticed - Ollie hadn’t gotten a good look, and she’d wiped herself quickly while she’d been putting on his housecoat. She’d worried that the brief flash while she’d been putting her clothes back on in front of the girls might have given her away, but she was pretty sure it hadn’t.

So she had cock on her mind. A cock that was currently… occupied.

But the other thing was something Hannah had said.

It might have been nothing. It might have been just because Hikaru had squeaked out that joke about a threesome and it had taken Hannah by surprise… but Margot hadn’t ever heard Hannah talk about Ollie in a sexual light before and then she goes and says he would be ‘the fun.’

Margot thought so too, not that she didn’t enjoy fooling around with another woman. She had a feeling Hikaru hadn’t spent much time thinking about the implications of ‘the plan,’ but Margot had. April was hot in a bouncy, nerdy way, and the fact that she’d been the aggressor to get Ollie out of his shell, but also so sweet and good to him, said she was probably great in bed. Hikaru would probably need to be eased along on practically everything - the girl had it bad for Ollie but didn’t have any actual dating or sexual experience beyond schoolyard stuff.

Now Margot found herself wondering if Hannah was into Ollie… What would that be like? Hannah was pretty and petite with a super fit body. They’d gone sunbathing once and she looked good in a bikini with her abs and her tight little tits and booty. Honestly, Margot was a little jealous of how disciplined the other woman was to have the body she did.

Of course, if Ollie’s cock was as big as she was pretty sure it was, she couldn’t imagine Hannah being able to take it.

But the struggle would be kind of hot. And she had nice lips.

Fuck, Margot sighed to herself, shifting in her seat. She was getting wet again. She glanced at the others. Hikaru was watching the movie, and eating popcorn, but Hannah glanced away as Margot scanned the room. Had she seen something? Fuck, had she put some of the pieces together and knew Margot was angling for something?

Margot took a big sip of her water to hide the flush she felt creeping into her cheeks. This shit was getting messy and she needed to figure out what the next step would be.

Chapter 56

“You look so pretty with my boyfriend’s mammoth cock in you,” April snickered. “Almost like he’s fucking the snark right out of you.”

Whatever Zara’s answer was, she mumbled it so you couldn’t hear - mostly because her mouth was primarily occupied with sucking on April’s tits.

The blowjob - or blowjobs? Was two women trading off giving you a blowjob one singular blowjob, or two? - had been fantastic. Not that you’d ever had a bad blowjob, but after the teasing you’d gotten earlier the two of them had seemingly decided to treat you to some very personal attention. Zara acted like she was desperate for every taste of you, both during the blowjob and while making out, and was also horny as hell as she practically humped your leg and ground her pussy against it as she sucked your cock. At least while you were kissing her you could get your hands involved, making her needy little whines turn into pleased hums.

April, meanwhile, seemed to be trying to rise to some sort of challenge. You weren’t sure if she and Zara had made a bet or something, but she was going all out from the start, and she used every trick she had. Particularly her breasts. She titty fucked you after letting her spittle drool into her cleavage. She got your hands all over them when Zara was taking her turn sucking you off. A part of you wondered if maybe she was trying to remind you of what she offered after you’d gotten that look at Margot, but she didn’t need to. April was an absolute Goddess, even if she wasn’t some tall, blonde cheerleader. Or cowgirl, in this case.

Zara had seemed to want to suck your orgasm right out of you, and the two of them had you well on your way there, but April had other ideas. The first glorious position had been you leaning back on the couch while your girlfriend had straddled your lap and slowly sat down on your cock before bouncing on it slowly and encouraging you to play with her tits again. That position felt amazing, even if you had big moments of ‘Fuck I’m fat’ thrown in there since you were sort of looking down at her body pressed to yours. Those got wiped away by the sheer nasty pleasure when April pulled Zara down to her knees behind your girlfriend and got the redhead to suck on your balls while she bounced and swivelled on your cock.

That did pull your first orgasm out of you, and at speed, as April laughed in delight while you filled her pussy to overflowing and Zara began to lap up the spillage, uncaring if she was licking it off of cock or labia. And April hadn’t let up, keeping you hard as she continued to grind on you until you finally grunted because you needed a moment because your cock was so sensitive. You lifted her off you as she giggled and flopped onto the couch next to you, and had to practically fight Zara to keep her from sucking the taste of her best friend off of your cock. 

That had led to April summoning Zara up to make out with her as the redhead knelt on the floor and April leaned forward. They knew what they were doing and even though they were clearly enjoying it anyway, they started to make a show of it as Zara kissed down to April’s cleavage, then April pulled her lips back up so that she could slide a hand down between them and rub Zara’s pussy.

The short break had been enough for you, and since Zara liked it when you got a little more… forceful felt like the wrong word, so maybe it was ‘hands-on,’ you stood up from the couch and picked her up bodily by her waist and hips and brought her around to the side of the couch, bending her over it. She’d reached back eagerly and spread her butt cheeks, but you’d made her wait a little longer as you knelt behind her and started eating her out. Once again you found that Zara wasn’t as easy to please as April - not because she didn’t want to be pleased, but simply because she needed more, and slower, instead of the fast action that April liked. So you took your time, and you knew that April had shifted on the couch and was keeping Zara’s attention busy with something else.

You had to guess it took a good fifteen minutes for the little shudder and clench of her body signalling the redhead’s first orgasm.

That was the signal you’d been waiting for and you stood up, finding that April had indeed kept Zara’s mouth busy as she had the redhead eating her out, one leg thrown up and hooked over the back of the couch and the other curled over Zara’s pale back. April grinned at you and moaned softly, cupping her tits and thumbing her nipples. The look in her eyes wasn’t a call for you though, and was encouragement to take care of her best friend.

So you’d palmed Zara’s ass, spread one cheek and gotten your cock into position, then squeezed into Zara’s tight confines.

“Oh, you fucking donkey dick motherfucker,” Zara had groaned. Loudly. Maybe almost a shout.

Hopefully not loud enough to be heard one apartment over.

After your first time with her, you were now used to the fact that Zara’s insult-compliments were not asking you to stop, and you slowly fed more and more of your cock into her, letting her adjust as you went, until you bottomed out in her with a couple of inches remaining. While you’d been concentrating on that process and how her beautiful, flushed pussy lips looked stretched around the shaft of your cock and clung to you with every move, April had shifted so that she was more under Zara, cradling the redhead to her bosom. Which was how Zara had ended up muffled as she sucked on April’s tits and you started to fuck her from behind. 

“Go just a little faster, Ollie,” April encouraged me. “She can take it, even if she does have a pussy that can only barely take your cock.”

“Fmmuh Ymmf,” Zara mumbled, a little more clearly a ‘Fuck you’ to her friend’s teasing.

You took your time, though you did speed up a little. Realistically you had to wonder why you could last so long with Zara, or in these threesomes at all - you weren’t exactly experienced with sex yet, despite what you were currently doing. It hadn’t been all that long, or all that many experiences, since you’d lost your virginity. You kind of had to put it down to the fact that, since most of your time had been with April, and before that you’d only gotten off with your own hand, the slower pace with Zara was pleasurable as hell but not quick to drive you into your orgasm.

Zara’s second orgasm, just a touch bigger than the last, rippled through her and then she let out a contented sigh into April’s cleavage. She lifted her head then, giving her best friend a kiss. “You want another turn?” she offered.

“You keep going, babe,” April grinned, sliding her fingers through Zara’s hair and getting it out of her face. “You need a good and thorough dicking, remember? I already got filled up once. Now it’s your turn.”

“Fuuuuck,” Zara groaned, shimmying her hips as you continued to slowly stroke in and out of her. She looked back at you with soft eyes. “God, you fucking baseball bat-cocked giant softie, do whatever you fucking want to me.”

You smiled and kissed your fingers, leaning forward to bring them to her and pressing them to her lips. She kissed your fingertips back, then rolled her eyes at how corny it was.

“You can get back to wedging that tongue up inside me though,” April grinned as she shifted back a little to get Zara’s head back into a good spot to do just that. “At least as long as my boyfriend is permanently rearranging your guts.”

“It better be permanent, I don’t want it to take so long to get him all the way inside me next time,” Zara murmured as she turned back to her friend and leaned down to get her lips on her, arching her back as she did it to give you that much more easy access to her.

Then her third orgasm started to simmer to the surface.

Chapter 57

The lights were off as Hikaru poked her head into the apartment. She stayed there, listening.

Silence.

It was super annoying that she didn’t know whether something was still going on in there. Hannah had left Margot’s a little earlier after they had dinner, and that had given her and Margot time to talk about ‘the plan.’ Hikaru didn’t know what to think but agreed with Margot that things had gone well. April was open to talking about sex with them, and that she was sharing Ollie with Zara in threesomes. And the fact that Ollie had now seen Margot naked, and had been so sweet but that Margot had also caught him looking at her butt, was all good progress.

The next step, they agreed, was to try and get April to invite one of them (probably Margot) to have a threesome as well. That or they just had to come out with it and ask April for a threesome with her and Ollie. Hikaru couldn’t imagine the embarrassment of trying to do that though, and trying to get April to suggest it sounded way less humiliating.

But then Hikaru needed to head home. She had the opening shift at the cafe and needed to get some good sleep, especially after all the drinking they’d done that afternoon.

She slipped into the apartment and, even though she probably didn’t need to, she eased the door shut so it would close quietly. Then she slipped off her shoes and tiptoed into the living room, looking around carefully. It wasn’t completely dark out yet and the blinds weren’t closed so she had plenty of light to see. Chewing on the inside of her cheek, she didn’t notice anything hanging around out of the ordinary. No panties hanging from the lamp or something like that. Ollie’s bedroom door was closed.

Hikaru came around the couch, still looking, but there wasn’t anything strange on the other side of the coffee table or near the TV, or over by Ollie’s hobby desk. She came back to the couch and sat down, fidgeting. Then she sniffed and frowned, bringing her nose closer to the couch cushions and sniffing again.

Why did it smell like Febreze? A lot of Febreze?

Oh, she thought. Oh, God, they had sex on the couch!

She was completely alone and yet she still felt her cheeks immediately flush with embarrassment because she was shocked, yeah, but it also turned her on. It turned her on so much and she wondered what exactly they’d done. Had he fucked April, or Zara, or both on the couch? Had they orgasmed? Had he orgasmed? Had it been fast and hard, or slow and sweet? Would she have heard them if she’d been in her room?

She gulped and stood back up, her hands clasping together to stop from fidgeting. Or touching herself. Instead, she went to the balcony door and slid it open, stepping out into the cool evening.

I just want some air, she thought to herself.

Just some air, she told herself.

Then she turned and peeked at Ollie’s window because she wasn’t just out there for some air. But the window shade was closed.

She couldn’t see anything. Not if Ollie was alone or with April or with both of them. Not if they were asleep, or still doing things. Nothing.

Which meant anything could be going on in there.

Hikaru went back inside, sliding the glass door closed again softly, and sat back down on the couch.

Then, her cheeks feeling like they were on fire, she slipped her hand under the waistband of her shorts and panties and touched herself.

It didn’t take long, imagining Ollie having sex with April and Zara, or herself, for her to have two fingers inside. She moaned softly and then clapped her free hand over her mouth. Just because she couldn’t hear anything in there didn’t mean they wouldn’t hear her.

But she didn’t stop touching herself. Today had been too much and she just really needed to get off.

Chapter 58

Hikaru, the poor girl, almost jumped through the roof as Zara opened the washroom door.

“Morning,” Zara said, pausing and stretching, trying her best to hide her smirk. “Guess my nightly pee-time syncs up with you needing to go to work. Sorry.”

“Um,” Hikaru stammered. She was in the middle of doing her makeup at the sink.

“Oh, hush,” Zara sighed, entering the washroom fully, knowing that Hikaru was watching her wide-eyed. Zara was naked, and this time it was on purpose, mostly because she liked teasing the innocent younger woman. “We’ve seen each other naked, this isn’t a big deal.”

“Um,” Hikaru said again.

Zara lifted the toilet seat and sat down, starting to pee.

“Um,” Hikaru repeated herself.

“Hikki, please, you’ve never seen someone else pee before?” Zara sighed. “It’s not even like I’m a dude swingin’ a dick around and splashing everywhere.”

“No, I haven’t,” Hikaru mumbled.

“Well, honestly- And I mean honestly, Hikki, did you have many close girlfriends growing up?” Zara asked.

“I guess- Not… really?” Hikaru said. “I had friends, but I never had anyone like you and April.”

“Ever go into a changing room with your friends to try on clothes and get opinions?”

“No.”

“So I guess you’ve never been out clubbing and shared a stall because the washroom line is too ridiculous?”

“No,” Hikaru shook her head.

“OK, well, clearly we need to take you out,” Zara sighed, finishing up and wiping herself daintily before flushing and standing. Then she leaned in across and in front of Hikaru and quickly washed her hands. “Seriously. You are smokin’ hot, Hikki, you just need to play to your strengths. Like I said yesterday.” She grabbed the hand towel and dried her hands, then boldly reached around Hikaru from behind and grabbed her boobs through her shirt. “These ladies deserve a little bit of air. Just a little cleavage can go a long way.”

Hikaru was blushing. Hard. And Zara sighed and eased off a little, letting go of her boobs and resting her hands on the other girl's waist.

“Do you want me to help you with your makeup a little?” Zara asked. “Just show you a tip or two I’ve picked up from my job?”

Hikaru swallowed and then let out a breath before nodding. “That would be nice,” she said. “Um. If you want.”

“Sure, babe,” Zara said, sliding back around her to the side. “Let’s see what you’ve got to work with here.”

“Do, um, you want to go put on, like, a shirt? Or something?”

“Nah, I’m fine,” Zara said, fighting and losing to her smirk. “Alright, you’ve already got your foundation on, it looks like? Let’s talk about bone structure and highlights.”

Chapter 59

“Morning, Ollie,” Paula said as she came around the counter of the coffee shop. She was beaming her usual lazy, bright smile and immediately went for her usual hug.

You groaned a little as you hugged her back. She’d been working the afternoons in the coffee shop the last couple of days so you’d missed seeing her - now that her parents were back from their vacation she was the bounce-around manager again instead of the acting-owner. At least for now.

“Good morning, Paula,” you sighed. It had been a bit of an early morning, after a very busy evening. Zara had woken you and April up with her tongue, and there had been a bit of a replay from the night before. Unfortunately, even though it was a Sunday, they both had to head back out into the suburbs, each of them with family plans that would keep them busy. So after a… busy early morning, and then a long shower that had helped your muscles relax after so much effort over the past half a day, you’d decided to resume your regular schedule and had texted to see if Margot was up for your usual breakfast meet.

“I’ve got something for you to try, Ollie,” she said, holding up a finger for you to wait where you were as she headed back behind the bar and then into the back.

“Morning, Ollie,” one of the other workers said, and it took you a second to click.

“Hikaru!” you said, almost in surprise. “Good morning- gosh, you look- Wow, Hikki. You really went all out this morning.”

“Thanks, I’ve gotten a bunch of compliments,” Hikaru said with a nervous laugh and smile. She didn’t look different, but she looked… like an ideal version of herself if the ideal was ‘stepped out of a magazine.’ Or maybe right out of an anime, if anime girls were real.

That was the thing about anime, and especially anime-inspired content - it was a weird conglomeration of Japanese and Western features based on the original artist’s style and what helped emote better on a 2d cartoon or 3d render for a video game. And Hikaru, half-Japanese and half-Cauasian, had a softer version of the traditional Japanese face. Add in the magic of makeup and…

“It’s not too much, is it?” Hikaru asked.

“No, you look great,” you said quickly, shaking your head. “I mean, I think you always look great, this is just, like, a… highlighted version of you. You’re looking radiant.”

“Aw, Ollie,” Hikaru said, tilting her head a little and smiling so sweetly her lip trembled a little. “Thank you so much. I love you.”

“Love you too, Hikki,” you said and reached over the counter. She met you and you hugged - a little awkwardly, due to the distance, but still.

“You just saw our resident Barista Model for the first time this morning, didn’t you?” Paula asked as she came back out from the back.

“I did,” you chuckled. “And I agree, definitely a model.”

“Guys,” Hikaru blushed, then turned away to get back to work as she got flustered.

Paula was grinning and turned back to you as she offered you a little sealed to-go box. “That should be perfectly suitable for your diet, Ollie,” she said. “And I’m so proud of you for sticking with it!”

“Thanks,” you said, feeling a little chagrined. It didn’t feel like you were making much progress yet; only a handful of sessions at the gym and a couple of weeks of getting used to the diet, including a couple of mess-ups when you thought things were allowed when they weren’t.

“Enjoy,” Paula said, rubbing your arm. The little box was warm in your hands like whatever was inside had been freshly made. “Can’t let my absolute favourite customer go hungry.”

“Hey,” one of the other regulars grumbled, gesturing at the empty spot in front of him as he held his coffee.

“There can only be one favourite, Teddy,” Paula smirked. Then she looked back at you. “Have a good day, Ollie.”

“You too, Paula,” you said, and she smiled warmly again before shooing you off so she could get back to work.

Taking a big breath, you took a weaving route through the tables and grabbed an open one near the front windows of the cafe. When you sat down with your coffee and snack you sighed a little and let your mind consider the things that you’d been pushing down throughout the previous conversation.

Paula, despite her lanky height, had a pair of big breasts hidden under her baggy shirts and apron. You’d kind of been generally aware of that before, and that she was pretty in a down-to-earth way, but she’d always just been… Paula. But that morning, after feeling two women pressing themselves to you in extremely intimate ways the previous night and earlier that morning, your mind had gone ‘Hey, I know that feeling! And it’s great!’ and you’d suddenly been desperately pushing down thinking of Paula in a sexual way.

You were friends. That was all. And you were dating April. Hell, you wanted April and Paula to meet properly one of these days because they would probably get along.

And then Hikaru stuns you because she goes from cute and lovable to… You gulped, not wanting to finish where that thought was going. Because she looked an awful like a fantasy version of herself. And you two might not have been cousins by marriage anymore, but she was still your Hikaru.

You opened the to-go container and found a trio stack of four-inch pancakes and a little container of maple syrup. A toothpick was poking into one of the pancakes and had a piece of tape with writing on it - ‘Super low-carb pancakes. Almond flour! Hannah Approved!’ And there was another piece of tape on the container of syrup. ‘Totally sugar free!’

Taking your time, you cautiously poured the syrup over one of the pancakes and used the plastic fork in the box to test a bite. And then you almost cried, because it did taste like actual pancakes and maple syrup. And God that was a good taste after two weeks of almost no carbs or sugar.

“Morning, stud,” Margot said, her voice a little teasing as she took the seat across from you, setting her coffee down.

Looking up at her did not help your earlier problem.

The first issue was that looking her in the eye immediately flashed you back to her smiling and winking at you as she walked, naked, into your washroom. The lines of her back, the curves of her ass. Her confidence. The way her long blonde hair looked cascading around her shoulders. And her knowing you were looking and encouraging you to keep doing so.

The second was that you knew she knew not only that you were having sex with April and Zara, but that it had happened again yesterday. And that was why she was calling you ‘stud.’

The third issue, and maybe the one that made the pancake in your mouth feel like you were swallowing a rock instead of the light and fluffy piece of heaven it had been a moment earlier, was that Margot looked different.

Maybe not different, not like Hikaru looked different that morning, but… different.

She’d done her long blonde hair in a pair of thick pigtail braids and was wearing one of her customary flannel shirts except instead of buttoned up other than a little peek of cleavage, it was entirely undone, and underneath she was wearing what looked like a tube top that exposed a good amount of her upper chest, and most of her stomach. It also might have been a little too small, because it was stretched over her bust.

And was that the outline of her nipple?

“Good-” you stopped, covering your mouth to cough and clear the lump from your throat. “Good morning, um, Streaker.”

Margot snorted and grinned. “OK, I admit, we got a little wild yesterday,” she said. “But it was fun, and I think I earned Zara’s respect by doing that dare. Plus the look on your face was so cute, Ollie.”

“Well, I was a little shocked,” you said.

“That’s why the dare was fun,” Margot said, reaching over and patting your hand and then holding it lightly. “You’re probably my favourite person, Ollie, so I felt completely safe doing a dare like that with you.” 

You let out a sigh, a pressure you hadn’t noticed leaving your chest. Part of you had been worried that things would be awkward now that she wasn’t buzzed from an afternoon of drinking with the girls.

“Did you like what you saw?” Margot asked, making you cough all over again, which she snickered at lightly, knowing she’d gotten you again.

“Margot, you are-” you stammered.

“Go on, don’t keep a lady waiting,” Margot smirked.

“You’re a very beautiful woman,” you finally said. “And if anyone was going to streak the halls of our apartment complex, I would very much prefer it to be you I have to pull into my apartment, and not Mr Doughtry or Mrs Penn.”

That got Margot to snort and cover her mouth as she inhaled and choked on her next sip of coffee. She slapped my hand on the table, glaring at me for making the joke as she’d been drinking, then cleared her throat and rolled her eyes. “Yeah, OK,” she finally managed. “I guess that’s a fair point.” Our two elderly neighbours on the floor weren’t exactly at the peak of physical health or attractiveness - not that I could really comment. Both were sweet folks, but seeing them naked wasn’t exactly high on your list of things to do.

“Did everything go alright yesterday?” you asked, trying to change the subject.

“With the girls?” Margot mused. “I mean, probably as close to the best-case scenario as possible. Zara isn’t one of us or anything, but I think April feels closer to me, Hans and Hikki, and Zara tagged along and kind of mellowed out over time. Of course, that might've been because she was looking forward to your-”

“Please, no,” you groaned.

“-amazing hugs,” Margot finished, wiggling her eyebrows suggestively.

“Yep, that’s it. My amazing hugs,” you mumbled.

“Ollie?” Margot said, prompting you to look up from the table at her and it took effort not to pause for even a moment on her chest. Once you were looking her in the eye she smiled at you. “I love you, Ollie,” she said. “Everything’s going to work out. There’s nothing to worry about.”

You sighed again and nodded. “Thanks, Margot,” you said. “I just want everyone to get along. I couldn’t imagine not having you in my life now that you’re here, and maybe that changes in the future or something when your degree is finished, but… for now, you’re here. I love you too.”

You kept looking into each other's eyes, communicating how much the moment meant to the two of you, for another long moment before she let out a breath. “OK,” she said. “Explain to me why you have pancakes? Hannah will flip her shit.”

“They are on the approved list, I swear,” you chuckled, picking up the notes to show her. “No need for Hannah to blow her top. Promise.”

Chapter 60

“I’m just saying, you could have asked yesterday morning,” Zara grumbled. It was a good-natured grumble, but April rolled her eyes anyway.

“You know that wouldn’t have been fair,” she said. “Not with you there. It needs to be a conversation between him and me.”

“He watched us slurp his cum out of each other, I don’t see how he would have an issue with us kissing and stuff without him there,” Zara said, turning and gesturing a little comedically with a fistful of thongs before she shoved them into her luggage.

“That fact and us doing stuff without are unrelated and you know it,” April said, then flopped back onto Zara’s bed. Thankfully her parents were both at work, so they had the house to themselves and could talk freely. The fact that Zara’s trip was over and she was flying back to Vegas was sad, but April really did need some alone time with Ollie to get things sorted out. So while she wasn't happy to be driving her best friend to the airport, not knowing when they’d see each other again, she was also a little jittery because her visit had been a lot.

Zara seemed to read that April was brewing on something and she stopped stuffing her bags and climbed up on the bed, swinging her long leg over April and sitting down on her stomach, making her let out an ‘oof!’ and then both of them laughing. It could have been construed as a sexual position, but it wasn’t. Zara took April’s hands and held them in hers as she looked down at her friend. “Thank you for sharing him with me,” she said earnestly. “Honestly, I never would have… Well, he’s not exactly my type if history is any measure of things, but my type hasn’t gotten me anywhere good. Or a single fucking orgasm. He’s what I needed and I didn’t know it, but you did. And you took one hell of a risk with everything, including us. So, before I absolutely die from having fucking… emotions and feelings, which is gross as fuck, thank you.”

April took in a deep breath and nodded, looking up at her friend. “Sweetest speech you’ve ever given me,” she said with a little smirk. “Thanks. Fire crotch.”

“This fire crotch seems to be well-liked by your man, so I don’t think I can get mad at that anymore,” Zara smirked. Then she sighed and shook her head. “You do realise you’ve now ruined me for anyone else, right? No one is going to ever compete with my best friend who happens to be a smokin’ hot babe, and her mammoth dicked, super sweet and patient, and disgustingly caring boyfriend. Not in any way.”

“Well…” April said, shaking her head. “I don’t know what to tell you, babe. Give nerds a chance?”

“I could do that,” Zara shrugged. “But realistically, what are the chances of that actually coming to fruition? Honestly, babe, I’m probably just going to go back to being a frigid bitch to anyone and try and remember the pussy-melting orgasms, and the warmth of sleeping between you two, when I need to be ‘sexy’ on set. And plan a trip back here ASAP so I can get more of- This isn’t just a now thing, right? Like, I can look forward to next time?”

“Yes,” April said quickly, sitting up as she saw the flash of fear in her friend’s eyes. “God, Zar, yes, you don’t need to worry about me suddenly changing my mind on this. Unless something drastic happens that splits me and Ollie up, you are for sure joining us in bed together. And if I am broken up with Ollie, then there isn’t any reason for us not to do stuff ourselves - I'll even buy a gigantic dildo.” That got a snort and a smile out of her as April hugged her tightly. “Nothing, not even Ollie, can get in the way of our friendship, babe,” April continued. “And now that friendship includes sharing you with Oliver. But sex is a relationship thing first, and Ollie is my boyfriend. That’s the only reason you’re not licking my box right now.”

“I think you would be licking me, but I’ll let it go,” Zara said with a smirk, then fell backwards away from April so that she was lying on her back and looking up at the ceiling now. “I love you, babe.”

“Love you too, Zara,” April said, running her hands down her friend's legs, over her hips and up to her waist. She was tempted to go further, maybe give her little titties a honk, but stopped herself because that would be an invitation. Instead, she slid her hand under her friend’s loose shirt and started tickling her, making Zara squawk and try to wriggle away. “Now get packed, you can’t miss your flight!”

“Noooo,” Zara groaned, still giggling and trying to get away from her fingers. “I don’t waaannaaa goooo.”

Chapter 61

“What was that?” Hannah asked, frowning at the look on Ollie’s face.

“Nothing,” he said, quickly putting his phone away.

Hannah cocked an eyebrow and set down her dumbbells. They were mid-workout and the gym was busy, and she’d been showing him the proper form for basic curls and then been doing a set next to him. He’d finished his and then checked his phone while she pushed through a couple more, and then that look had happened.

“It’s obviously not nothing,” Hannah said. Then she snorted and raised an eyebrow. “Did April send you something naughty?”

“No,” Ollie said, but the look on his face told April that she was getting close.

Her head had been all kinds of fucked up since Saturday. Well, ‘fucked up’ might have been a bit much, but she’d been distracted. And sexually frustrated.

Ollie, officially, had a giant dick. And was now probably more sexually experienced than she was, considering he’d had two threesomes. April was gorgeous and perfect for him. Zara was exactly as hot as she would have expected a model to be. Hell, Margot had pranced around naked in front of him, and Hannah still had a weird suspicion about that but she couldn’t put her finger on it.

Hannah wanted Ollie.

For a while, that Sunday, she’d beaten herself up about it. It was just jealousy - it had to be. It had always been Hannah and Ollie, Ollie and Hannah. Two opposite peas in the same pod. She’d been able to handle when Margot entered his life; she was sweet, and cool, and feisty. And, Hannah guiltily realised as she thought things through, Margot was way hotter than Ollie. He wasn’t in her league. Their friendship didn’t threaten Hannah’s deep relationship with Ollie as her person.

Then Hikaru came along, but Hannah had known Hikaru for years. And Hikaru’s relationship with Ollie was more sibling-y than anything else. Not a threat. It was another little wedge of time out of the week where he wasn’t hers, but not in a way that pinched.

But at the end of the day, Hannah wanted Ollie, and she was jealous. But she wasn’t just jealous.

She was in love with Oliver. Every fucking inch of him, even if she was extremely happy that he was finally taking his health seriously and losing weight. And because she was in love with him, and because she was now suddenly cluing in that he was a sexual being, she was in lust with him.

It wasn’t fair. She knew that. It wasn’t fair to him, or to April. It wasn’t even fair to herself.

But it’s what was in her heart. And her brain. And her… wherever her horniness could be blamed. Because she’d felt her nipples getting a little hard earlier in the day when he confirmed his time for his workout, and when he’d walked in she’d gotten a little wet.

And her eyes kept drifting down to his crotch, hoping for a hint of what they were hiding.

God, she was sexualising and mentally undressing her best friend. It was kind of fucked up.

“Well, if it wasn’t April, then…” Hannah narrowed her eyes. “Did Margot go streaking again and send you a video?”

That got him to crack a smile. “No, nothing like that,” he chuckled.

“Wait, did Zara send you something… personal?” she asked, and his blush gave her an answer. “Does April know?”

“Apparently she OK’d it,” Ollie said, a little uncomfortably.

“And you don’t like it?” Hannah asked in concern.

“I… don’t know what to think about it,” he admitted.

Oh, Ollie, Hannah sighed internally. Sweet, sweet Ollie.

“If she said it’s OK, then it’s OK and you don’t need to feel guilty,” Hannah said, part of her wondering what it would be like to send him something really naughty. God, the nerves would kill her, but the tingle of-

“I know, I know,” Oliver said. “I just… worry.”

“What are you worrying about?” Hannah asked. “And while you tell me, start your next set.”

He picked up the dumbbell with a grunt and assumed the correct posture, though Hannah ‘adjusted’ him a little with her hands on his back to get it ‘more right.’ He did the first curl and she nodded, sitting down on the bench next to him.

“What are you worried about?” she asked him again.

“Um- Just- Ng- That I can’t- huff- It’s hard to think while- doing this-”

“OK, just keep going,” Hannah said, counting off his reps until he was done and she let him put the dumbbell down.

“I’m worried that Zara might want more than just… teasing me,” he finally said.

“What does April say?” Hannah asked, her stomach doing a little flip because that sounded a hell of a lot like her own situation.

“We’re going to talk tonight,” Ollie sighed. “About… everything, I guess. Zara’s trip was a lot. Good, but a lot.”

“Are you OK?” Hannah asked.

“I- I think so,” he said.

“Oh, Ollie,” she said, this time out loud, and she hugged him despite the sweat.

“Thanks, Hans,” he grunted, rubbing her back with one hand. “You’re the best.”

I’d be the best for you, she thought, and then immediately panicked because she had a flash of panic that she’d said it out loud. It had, thankfully, remained an internal thought. “Love you, Ollie,” she said to cover herself.

“Love you too, Hans. Always.”

Chapter 62

Hikaru chewed on her lip lightly, bouncing her heel as she looked around the bar. This definitely wasn’t her scene - even in University, she’d been to bars but they’d never been where liked to hang out. She liked the library, or the ‘bar’ on campus that was more like a cafe for most of the day. Maybe that was why she’d taken to working at the cafe despite the early hours.

But she’d been invited out since she had the day off tomorrow, and she needed to make more friends in the city. She loved Margot and Hannah, and Ollie was… well, Ollie. Everything. And even April was great, just kind of complicated for her. But she knew she needed a bigger social circle. Her super weird time with Zara early that morning had made that clear that she’d kind of been a bit of a stick in the mud shut-in, and she didn’t want to be like that.

“Hey, you OK?” Paula asked as she came back to their little table with a pair of beers, setting one in front of Hikaru. “I saw that guy chatting you up, but he left.”

“I told him I wasn’t interested,” Hikaru said. “He didn’t push.”

“Not like that other guy,” Paula grimaced. The first one who had come to hit on them - both of them - had been a dickhead. Paula hopped up onto the stool and stretched a little before settling in. She’d invited Hikaru out so they could get to know each other better, and Hikaru had been a little nervous about it because becoming friends with your boss sounded like it could be a problem if things went bad. And she was also friends with Ollie, which could make things complicated for him and that was the last thing Hikaru wanted. But the fact that she was friends with Ollie was also a green flag, even if it meant Hikaru was sort of horning in on another of his friends.

“No, thankfully,” she blushed, nodding along with Paula.

“So, what’s the deal with Oliver?” Paula asked.

Hikaru almost choked on her own spit and blinked a few times as she cleared her throat. “Sorry?”

“I guess I mean, what’s the deal with all these pretty girls who keep coming in with Oliver?” Paula clarified. “Like, I’ve met Margot and she’s his neighbour and they’re friends. And I know he went on a date with the brunette girl I saw him with one morning, but there was a redhead with them too and it was kind of early. And they were both really pretty.”

“Oh,” Hikaru said, blushing a little. “That was April and Zara. April’s his girlfriend now, and Zara is… her best friend, I guess? She was visiting from out of town last week.”

“OK, that makes more sense,” Paula nodded and then took a sip of her beer. “He’s a total sweetie-pie, but I was like, ‘What is going on with him?’ I guess I’m glad someone made a move on him and he isn’t, like, being conscripted into a cult or something.”

“The cult of the hot women?” Hikaru asked with a chuckle.

“Exactly,” Paula laughed. Then she shook her head. “Well, if this April girl is smart, she’ll stick to him like glue. I was trying to give him some signals before that all happened that I’d be interested, but I guess he never really saw me that way. He really is a catch, with his intelligence and personality. And I do like a- OK, maybe this is TMI, but I kinda like a big-boned guy.”

Hikaru did choke on her own spit that time and had to cough and clear her throat.

“You OK?” Paula asked with a chuckle, rubbing her upper arm.

“Yep,” Hikaru croaked. “Totally fine. Super OK.”

“That wasn’t too much, was it? I’m used to gabbing with the good baristas who I can be friends with,” Paula asked.

“Not a problem,” Hikaru said, internally screaming as she outwardly smiled. “Ollie is a special guy. April’s definitely not looking to let go though.”

“Well, give me a heads up if that changes, huh?” Paula said with a little smile. “I’m not looking to be a rebound, but I would want to make a move before one of his other friends clues in and all of a sudden it’s a competition.”

“Will do,” Hikaru said through her clenched smile.

Nope, this friendship wasn’t going to be awkward at all.