Unexpected Affections Ch 46-51

Chapter 46

“Oh, oh, oh, hold on, hold on,” Zara groaned, stopping her descent. “Holy fuck, I feel like there’s a fucking flagpole going up my pussy.”

“I said you might want me to fist you first,” April teased her friend.

“Not helping,” Zara hissed.

You weren’t sure if you were supposed to say anything or not. On the one hand, your instinct was to give Zara some reassurance. Offer her help, or a suggestion, or something. Just tell her how pretty she was, or how utterly sexy the view of her squatting over your cock in reverse cowgirl, her cute ass formed into two perfect globes as her pussy stretched to accommodate your cock and her little butthole flexed in protest at you.

On the other hand, it was Zara. She wanted to do it herself. She’d picked the position. She’d even decided when to break up their 69ing and move back to sex, and that had been well after she’d finished slurping the creampie out of April.

Your nature won out in the end as she hovered with about three inches of your cock speared into her, her legs starting to quiver a little as she took deep breaths. Softly, trying not to startle her and almost snorting a laugh at the idea of her being a jumpy little rabbit, you placed your hands on her hips and slid them up higher to her thin waist. “Lean back a bit,” you said. “Let me help.”

“I don’t need help, I need to get used to this ridiculous fucking table leg you swing around,” she grunted.

“Zara,” you said evenly, holding her a little more firmly. “Let me help.”

She looked over her shoulder at you around the cascade of her coppery hair, then let out a huff and leaned back against your hands a bit more. She was lighter than April was even though she was taller and supporting her weight was easy. The feel of her warm, slightly sweat-slick skin as you held her in such an intimate way was lovely, and you could feel her core muscles squeeze and shift as she adjusted her stance.

“Can I do anything to help?” April asked, having realised that now probably wasn’t the time for teasing. It was her and Zara’s natural norm, but this wasn’t normal.

“I don’t know,” Zara grunted softly. Then she tested whether she could trust me holding her up, using her hips to raise off your cock about an inch, then back down. “Fuck, that’s a fucking big dick.”

“What if I do a little of this?” April murmured, reaching forward. You couldn’t see what she did, but you felt Zara’s reaction as she tensed for a moment and then moaned under her breath.

“OK, that helps,” Zara mumbled. “Maybe a little softer though.”

“Like this?”

Zara just nodded. You wished you could see the look on her face, but she was facing away from you. That view of her ass was amazing, but not… personal. That first time with April, even when you’d been doing her from behind, you’d been looking in the mirror. It let you understand where she was at. With Zara, you were feeling a little blind.

“What about this?” April continued, shuffling forward a bit more. She shot you a little smile before she leaned in and kissed April softly.

“Mmf,” Zara grunted and used her hips again, taking a little more of you inside.

“Or this?” April kissed down towards her chest.

“Fuuuck,” Zara moaned, getting her nipples sucked. She started to use her hips more regularly, stroking the top four or five inches of your cock with her pussy. “Fuck, how much is left to go?”

April snorted softly. “Over half, babe. You can’t take all of it. I know I can’t - not completely.”

It was weird, being faced with the reality of your ‘mammoth cock’ as April liked to say. You’d always known it was big, but you were overall just a big guy. Tall, broad-shouldered when you weren’t slouching, big hands, big feet and shoes. But, most importantly when it came to your self-esteem, fat. Gym class had stopped after your freshman year of high school for a reason, and you’d never showered at the high school - way too weird, way too vulnerable. You’d never been around naked guys, never been so face-to-face with the reality of your outlier-sized appendage.

The national average penis size was, arguably, between 4.5” and 6”. You were a nerd, so you’d looked it up, along with the background info of why that number could fluctuate so much - the stats were almost always self-reported and inconsistent. No one was going around actually measuring for a national dick length average. So it was likely that the national average was on the low end of that scale.

Which meant you were a little over double the national average.

The section of your cock that Zara was currently getting used to was, in fact, an ‘average’ amount of dick if she was with another guy. Of course, girth and radius were a factor you hadn’t even been able to find stats on, though based on April’s assessment you were large in that way as well.

“God fucking damn,” Zara grunted as she sat down a little further onto your cock while also leaning back a bit more. “Fuck, it feels like he’s in my stomach.”

“Tell him that,” April said in a low, sexy voice. “Tell him how he’s making you feel, Zara.”

“You’re fucking tearing my pussy apart at the goddamn seams, Ollie,” Zara growled, tossing her hair to one side as she looked over her shoulder at you. “This fucking cock is fucking ridiculous and you should be fucking arrested for assault with a deadly fucking weapon whenever you fuck April. This could fucking kill me.”

You decided that Zara was not, in fact, mad about any of these facts. So instead of apologising, which was your gut reaction, you flexed your cock and pushed up into her just a smidge.

“Holy fuck! You motherfucking asshole,” she hissed sharply, her eyes going wide.

You let your cock slip a little out of her, just that smidge. “If you really think I’m an asshole, we can stop and go back to oral,” you said evenly.

“Are you fucking stupid?” Zara snarled. “Are you dim? This feels so fucking amazing you giant dicked fucking softy. God, I want more.”

You let out a soft huff through your nose and used your hands supporting her waist to pull her down onto your cock while you pushed up just that little bit with your hips, another two inches pressing through her stretched-to-the-limit cunt.

“Oooh my gaaaawwwd,” Zara moaned, throwing her head back so hard that she almost fell back.

“That’s like two-thirds now,” April chuckled. “A little more and you’ll be at my limit.”

“Fuck,” Zara moaned. “Fuck. Do you fucking feel that, Oliver?”

“I do,” you groaned. You’d reached the limit of her pussy. You’d delved deep and found the firmer wall, the barrier between the vagina and womb. That same spot that April had ‘dick punched’ herself in when she’d thrust back at you so hard earlier.

“Fuck, I bet with some practice you could fucking my goddamn cervix,” Zara mumbled. “I’d be like one of those filthy fucking anime porn comics getting cum spewed right into me.”

“It’s called hentai, and you never told me you were into that,” April chuckled. She was still rubbing little circles on Zara’s clit but had let you both alone otherwise.

“I’m not into it but I’ve fucking seen it,” Zara muttered. She was slowly circling her hips, not sliding off or on but just sort of stirring your cock inside her like she was trying to fish around with it to find a set of keys she’d lost or something.

“Well, we might need to do more research and practice before he can fuck you like that,” April smirked.

“April,” Zara panted. “Can you just, like, put your hands on him? Give me a stopper? So I can fuck him?”

“I’ve got you,” April grinned, kissing her lightly on the lips. Then she wrapped one hand around the base of your cock, plus a finger and a half of her other hand as Zara lifted up a little to make room.

The redhead slowly used her hips, up and down this time, to feel comfortable with the depth. That had you both moaning and groaning.

“I feel like I can feel every fucking vein on this thing,” she mumbled.

“Only because I can feel every inch of you,” you groaned. “Fuck, Zara, you’re so fucking tight.”

“Just for you, you big ducked asshole,” she said, looking over her shoulder at you with a playful grin. “Now let me lay back.” You helped her ease down more until her skinny, warm back was pressed to your chest, her lower back arching over your gut, and her knees splayed wide to accommodate your cock spearing into her and April’s hands keeping the depth measure.

Your immediate reaction was to wrap your arms around her, feeling her skinny body tense and then relax as you hugged her to you.

“OK,” she breathed. “OK. Um, let’s, uh, fuck.”

“We’re already fucking,” you chuckled.

“And I’ve got the best seat in the house,” April said with a grin. “Fuck, this is so fucking hot.”

“Fine,” Zara said. “Then let’s…”

“Make love,” April prompted. “Ask him to make love to you, Zara. That’s what you really want. You should have seen the look on your face when he just hugged you.”

“This is just sex,” Zara argued.

April’s eyes darted to yours, concerned and asking you to back her up.

“Zara,” you murmured into the top of the redhead’s head, your lips brushing her crown. “Can I make love to you, please? Can we make love to you?”

She grunted, then took in a breath and let it out slowly. She relaxed again as it left her body.

“Fine,” she said softly. “Make love to me.”

Chapter 47

“That’s it, baby,” April groaned, wriggling her hips and dragging her pussy across Zara’s lips. “That’s it.”

You weren’t sure whether she was talking to Zara, or to you. On the one hand, Zara was eating her out. On the other, April’s eyes were gleaming as you slowly, inexorably fucking the redhead. Maybe she was talking to both of you.

Zara liked slow sex, which was interesting. Your only experience with sex so far, with April, was what you considered ‘regular to fast speed.’ It started and built up in pace as the passion and tension built until finding a release - and sometimes driving right through that and seeking another. But Zara, with all her bluster and snideness and sometimes downright bitchy attitude, didn’t seem to want a build. Didn’t want things to pick up pace.

You realised early that you weren’t trying to bring her to a boil, we were trying to bring her to a low, consistent simmer to get down to the essence of sex with her. Low and slow was the name of the game.

Her first orgasm had been small, almost skirting under both your and April’s notice, until she’d told you she’d came and you could do your thing.

“That can’t be it,” April had said levelly.

“No, it was good,” Zara had argued. “You can get off now, Oliver.”

You’d agreed with April, not Zara, and had continued to slowly build.

The next orgasm had been a little bigger. And the one after that was a little bigger again.

“Fu-u-u-u-uck,” Zara had shivered, her teeth almost chattering as the fourth one wobbled through her.

“That was more like it,” April had grinned at her friend.

Zara, almost as sweaty from the physical action as you were, had just flashed her best friend the finger and laughed.

After the fifth small orgasm, which might have been getting closer to ‘moderate’ size, she’d wriggled off of you and fallen to her back. “OK,” she’d said. “Seriously, you can just fuck me now. And this can be a threesome again - come sit on my face, Ape.”

You and April had communicated with a couple of looks, and you’d stood up off the bed and guided Zara to sit her butt on the edge and then lean back. April had pinned her down, sitting on her face like Zara had asked, and then held the redhead’s legs as you slowly wedged your cock into her. But you didn’t fuck her. You took your time, slowly stroking her, watching her stretched, red pussy cling to your shaft as you took your measured thrusts.

Zara’s moaning had started when you took her legs from April and held them tight together, pulling them to your chest so her feet were hanging in the air over one of your shoulders.

Two more orgasms, then another, and another, continued to build. They weren’t long - each one was maybe three seconds - but they were coming closer together.

“Just fuck me,” Zara had pleaded, “Seriously. You can get yourself off.”

“I am,” you’d answered, meeting April’s eye as she smiled at you.

Maybe Zara tried to distract herself after that, funnelling all of her moans and horniness into eating out April. Your girlfriend was left panting, grinding her hips as you both looked into each other’s eyes as she slid down the slope into her own orgasm.

“That’s it, that’s it,” April panted. “That’s it.”

She fell forward towards you, pursing her lips for a kiss as she planted her hands on Zara’s small tits for balance. You gave her what she wanted and kissed her, feeling her nipples brushing against your chest as she wriggled with the pleasure emanating up out of her crotch. Then April surprised you and hooked one hand around the back of your neck, pulling you down a little more so she could whisper in your ear.

“Pick her up and fuck her against the wall,” she whispered. “Just like this, but be firm. Pin her there until she melts, then come inside her. She’ll love it.”

You pulled away a little and looked into your girlfriend’s eyes, and April nodded to reassure you, so you nodded back.

April let out a few breaths, then leaned back away from you until her ass had to be smashed against Zara’s forehead and she had one arm back on the bed bracing herself. This left her with one free hand to rub at her clit quickly.

“Fuck, I’m gonna come,” she moaned. “Fuck, just stick your tongue up there, Zara. Stick it in me. I’m gonna come. I’m gonna come on your tooonguuue.”

April’s orgasm was beautiful and left her laughing breathlessly. Then she lifted her leg over Zara’s head and fell to the side, still giggling as she shivered from the aftershocks of her orgasm. This left you looking down at Zara, who was breathing heavily and looked like some sort of ravished Irish sex goddess with her hair haloed around her head and her pale skin flushed pink from hairline to chest.

You leaned down over her, ignoring the size disparity, and kissed her. She moaned into your lips, the moan turning into a whimper as your thrusting stopped with your cock nuzzling deep into her and just gently pressing against her cervical wall again.

Slowly, you kissed the taste of April from her lips as your tongues explored each other’s mouths, dancing together. You blindly found her legs to either side of you and guided them to raise and hook around your waist, which she did, clinging to you. Then you guided her arms to do the same around your shoulders. You weren’t even sure if she was aware you were doing it, she seemed so lost in the physicality between you.

She definitely realised it when she grunted in surprise as you stood up, lifting her with your. She tightened her grip reflexively as she was lifted from the bed, and you got both hands on her ass to make sure she didn’t accidentally drop too hard or deep onto your cock and get ‘dick punched.’

“What-?” she mumbled as you got all the way to your feet, but then just moaned as you turned and pressed her back to the wall - well, the wall and the bottom half of your Hot Fuzz movie poster.

You’d never done this position with April before, and you weren’t even sure if you could for any serious amount of time. With your girlfriend’s slightly thicker, and certainly curvier, build it might not have worked. With skinny, almost waif-like Zara it was doable.

So you made love to her standing up, her back pressed to the wall as you pinned her to it over and over, driving yourself into her in even, slow thrusts. She moaned wordlessly and clung to you. Her body shivered and trembled. Her nipples pressed into your chest, her pussy clenched and shifted as she tried to use her hips like an accent to your rhythm.

“Please,” she gasped, pulling her lips from yours so suddenly she whacked her head lightly against the wall. “Please.”

“Please what?” you asked.

“Please just… Don’t… Stop?”

That gave you a moment of hesitation - the beats between her words were too long. Was she asking you to ‘Please just don’t stop’ or was she asking you to not do something?

“What do you want, Zara,” you asked her quietly, giving her upper thighs a squeeze with your hands as you held her up and continued to slowly thrust. “What do you want me to do?”

“I- I don’t know,” she mumbled. “I don’t know.”

“Are you close?” you asked, trying to clarify.

She nodded, quick and sure, her eyes closed as she tilted her chin to the ceiling.

“How close?” you asked, your voice a soft growl. “I’m close. If you come, I might come.”

“Don’t stop,” she begged breathlessly. “Just keep doing this.”

“I might come inside you,” you pointed out.

Condoms hadn’t been at the top of your mind. You were bareback in your girlfriend’s best friend. You had no idea what the deal was with birth control.

“Do it,” she begged. “Do it. Come in me. Fuck, do it.”

You pressed yourself tighter against her, pinning her from butt to crown and driving your cock to that deep depth again, and you groaned deep in your chest as your cock blasted inside of her with a release that felt like it could have been some ridiculous automatic shotgun in a first-person shooter. Blamblamblamblamblamblam until the magazine was empty, each pulse an almost nauseating wave of pleasure ripping up through you.

Zara let out a keening whine as her lips mashed with yours, her knees clenching around your waist as her entire body tensed with her orgasm.

You sucked in a breath, your mind going from blank to working again after a stutter of consciousness, and found yourself softly humping your cock into her as the last few spurts of your orgasm oozed out of your cock and into her flooded pussy. She was still tense and gasped for breath around your lips before going almost limp.

“Bring her here, Ollie,” April called to you from the bed. “Bring her here so we can cuddle the absolute fuck out of her until she can say something snarky again.”

“Something snarky,” Zara mumbled in between her gasping breaths.

“OK, never mind, she doesn’t need cuddles,” April chuckled.

“Fuck that,” Zara said, blinking through the haze of her post-orgasm buzz to look you in the eye. “Cuddle the fuck out of me, Ollie. Please.” Then she kissed you tenderly. “Please?”

The only reason you didn’t move her to the bed faster than you did was because you were still recovering from your mindblowing orgasm too.

Chapter 48 

“She’s asleep,” April whispered, grinning at you.

“Are you guys sleeping here?” you asked her, keeping your voice low as well.

“At this point, I think we have to,” April said. “That’s OK, yeah?”

“I’d love it,” you said.

“You have work in the morning,” April whispered, reading your mind.

“I can probably call out,” you said. “I haven’t taken a sick day… ever.”

“No, no,” she said, shaking her head and reaching over Zara to rub your arm. “That’s not necessary. We can go get breakfast with you tomorrow and then head home.”

“OK,” you nodded, then sighed as you looked down at Zara. The redhead was on her side facing away from you, her butt pressed to you as her cheek pressed to April’s chest. Her face was slack and almost looked a little goofy instead of her usual sharp expressions, but had a more natural softness as she was clearly at peace.

The cuddles had lasted until April had ducked under the covers and repaid the favour of creampie-slurping, and you’d ended up making out with Zara as she got her pussy eaten. Then she’d wanted to watch you and April fuck again, and she’d lain next to you as April slowly rode you in cowgirl, your girlfriend taking turns kissing you and Zara until she’d had one last orgasm for the night. Then she’d gotten off of you and stroked with both hands until you’d had a third orgasm of your own, the power not quite as explosive as the first two but still spattering her stomach and breasts with cum while Zara had moaned and fingered herself to her last orgasm of the evening as well.

“Thanks, Ollie,” April whispered. “For doing this.”

“April, I feel like-”

“Shhh,” she hushed you softly. “I know. You got a threesome with two girls. That’s a lot of guys’ big fantasy. I’m happy we did it, and you got it with me and her. And I doubt it’ll be the first and last one after how well it went. But we didn’t talk about it ahead of time really, and you handled it all really well. That’s what I’m thanking you for. For trusting me, even when Zara made it pretty easy to not want to be vulnerable around her.”

“You’re welcome,” you sighed, trying to just accept the compliment.

April took a deep breath and let it out through her nose, looking down at her best friend pillowed on her tit. She moved a lock of copper hair and tucked it behind Zara’s ear. “I think she had fun,” April said. “And I think that was the best sex of her life, so maybe we helped her out with that, too.”

“I… hope so,” you said. “For her sake. She deserves…”

“To feel wanted,” April finished for you. “More at peace. Safe.”

“Yeah,” you sighed.

April leaned over and kissed you gently. “Thanks, Ollie.”

“You’re welcome. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” she smiled. Then she leaned back onto her pillow and snorted softly. “First time sleeping at my boyfriend’s place and I’ve got Zara drooling on my tit. Not how I thought this would go.”

“Not exactly how I thought it would be either, but it’s… really nice.”

“Yeah,” April said, still smiling. “I don’t think I’d change it for anything.” Then she raised an eyebrow. “Actually, I’d change one thing.”

“What’s that?” you asked.

“We should probably turn off the light.”

You blew out a long breath, not wanting to get out of bed. Finally, you rolled away from Zara and out from under the covers, taking the couple of steps to the light switch and flicking it before returning. As you climbed back into bed, Zara groaned in her sleep and reached behind her, trying to pull you closer until you were hugging her from behind again, her back to your chest and her butt wiggling back against your lap with your cock pressed to her butt cheek.

“Horny little thing,” April chuckled, stroking her friend’s hair again. “Hopefully this means she won’t be a bitch to you anymore. God - I can barely imagine it. A guy that Zara actually likes being around?”

“With my luck, she’ll decide to try and date you,” you said.

“That was your luck before you met me, baby,” April said into the dark. “Your luck now should mean she wants to fuck both of us whenever she’s in town. And because I’m the Princess Peach to your Mario, I’m more than happy with you fucking Princess Daisy here over and over until she can’t walk straight.”

“Wait,” you said. “If I’m Mario, who’s Luigi?”

“....OK, bad example. I’ll figure out a better one. Tomorrow.”

“I’m looking forward to it,” you grinned.

Chapter 49

Hikaru yawned, long and hard, shaking her head as she tried to wake up. She’d already sat up, having slapped her phone off the bedside table by accident while turning off her alarm.

Her barista job at the coffee shop was great for a lot of reasons, but not the early morning shifts.

She took in a deep breath and let it out slowly, rubbing her face. She’d worked the afternoon shift and learned how to do Closing yesterday, and she probably should have just spent the night in but she’d already had plans to meet up with Margot. Ever since they’d admitted their… thing… to each other they’d been spending a lot of time together. It wasn’t always about trying to figure out what their plan was going to be, a lot of it was just them feeling so much closer now that they shared the secret. Last night they’d started watching INSERT HORSE GIRL DRAMA SHOW HERE, which Margot swore was great and that Hikaru got big K-drama vibes from even if it was based on an American farm.

Standing with a groan, she found her housecoat and slipped it on, wrapping herself up in it before heading out of her room and towards the washroom. She wasn’t going to be the first person in at the shop - that would be the two bakers and whoever the manager was that morning - but she didn’t have any time to waste.

Hikaru didn’t notice that light on in the bathroom, gleaming from under the door, until she was a few paces from it. What the heck was Oliver doing up this early?

Hopefully, he isn’t sick or something, she worried. He said April was picking the place they were eating. She better not have gotten him food poisoning. Hikaru knew that wasn’t fair to suspect her of, especially since April had been nothing but pleasant so far and made Oliver happy, but that little spike of jealousy that had only gotten bigger over time was dug deep into her.

The sink was running, so whatever he was doing he was finishing up, so Hikaru just let out a little sigh and leaned against the dining room table, waiting for him to come out.

She wasn’t ready for the door to open and a woman to come out.

A naked woman.

A tall, lithe naked woman with red hair.

“Um,” Hikaru said loudly, having a hard time processing the nude stranger backlit by the washroom lights.

“Oh, sorry,” the woman said, flipping off the light. That put the apartment living space back into darkness, though her skin was pale and caught the city glow coming in from around the window shades, leaving it still very obvious she was naked and not even attempting to cover herself. “You’re… the cousin, right? Hikaroo?”

“Hikaru,” she responded with the proper inflexion. “Who- Why are you naked in our apartment?”

“Yeah, didn’t mean to do that,” the redhead said. “I figured it wasn’t a big deal, didn’t think anyone would mind. Or be up. I mean, what are the chances?”

“But… why?” Hikaru repeated herself.

“Well, that’s probably something you should talk to Oliver about,” the redhead said, slipping by Hikaru and padding lightly on her bare feet over towards Oliver’s bedroom. She got to the door and looked over her shoulder with a distinctive smirk, the shadow and light exaggerating it. “Good night. Or good morning. Whatever. It’s early.” She opened the door and Hikaru had a brief view of Oliver and April both lying in bed as the naked woman slipped inside and shut the door.

“What the fuck?” Hikaru muttered to herself, her eyes wide as she kept staring at the door. “What the fuck?”

She shook her head, then almost tripped over her own feet as she started to head to the bathroom on autopilot. She went through her morning routine, muttering to herself at multiple points, “What the fuck?” In the shower. Looking at herself in the mirror as she brushed her teeth. Pausing in the middle of getting dressed. Heading out the door.

Hikaru stopped in front of Margot’s door, her brain finally catching up with her body.

April had slept over. That meant her and Oliver had probably had sex again while she was at Margot's. But another woman, this naked redhead, had been with them. That meant he’d had a threesome.

It hurt her heart that some woman, some other woman, had just had sex with Oliver. Her Oliver. Margot’s Oliver. She didn’t want to share him at all but was willing to with Margot and April. Who was this other… this other bitch? This homewrecker?

And why the hell was April inviting her into Oliver’s bed?

It wasn’t fair.

But it also meant that the plan… might actually work. April might actually, really be willing to… share.

Hikaru fished out her phone from her purse and quickly texted Margot, but didn’t get a response. She considered just knocking on her door, but it was just a little after 4 AM. There was no way the blonde would be awake even if she did still keep ‘farm hours.’

‘We need to talk,’ Hikaru sent her. ‘ASAP.’

For now, though, she had to get to work.

Chapter 50

“Hey, how are you feeling?” April asked as Zara flopped into the passenger seat of her car. Her friend was dressed in a crop top and tight jeans, and was wearing her hiking boots. Her red hair was pulled back into a half-pony and she had her sunglasses firmly planted on the front of her face.

“Why the fuck are we doing this?” Zara sighed dramatically, looking over at her friend.

“Because I need to keep making a good impression on the important people in Oliver’s life,” April said. “And you’re important in my life, and mixing social circles is part of a real relationship.”

“But I don’t even live here,” Zara groaned, putting a petulant little whine into it on purpose as she smirked. “Seriously. We could spend a Saturday doing us stuff. Or, since all these ‘important people’ are gonna be busy with these plans, we could go over to Oliver’s and run back Thursday night.”

“I guess you aren’t feeling ‘like my pussy is a gaping cavern, you monster-cocked cunt-ruiner,’” April said with a smirk, mimicking her friend’s voice almost flawlessly.

Zara rolled her eyes. “No. I feel much better than yesterday morning, thank you.”

“Oh, please,” April snorted. “You felt pretty fucking good yesterday morning, too.”

Zara smiled a little, thinking back twenty-four hours. Waking up the first time sandwiched between April and Ollie had been nice, even if she’d had to wriggle her way out so she could go empty her bladder. Waking up that second time though had been sheer luxury. Oliver’s cock had been half-hard and pressing against her ass, and she’d started licking April’s cleavage until her friend had woken up and fed Zara her nipples. Once Oliver had woken up and realised what was going on he’d really woken up and Zara had gotten a fantastic early morning screw and a nice little pick-me-up orgasm before both she and April had gotten under the covers and tag-teamed sucking his giant prick until he’d come.

Then they’d cleaned up, gotten dressed and went out to breakfast at this cute little cafe before Ollie had headed to work and she and April had fetched April’s car to head home.

“Oh, shit,” Zara said, her face dropping a little. “I forgot to tell you. The girl he lives with, the one who was working at the coffee place-”

“Hikaru?” April asked.

“Sure,” Zara nodded. “I got up in the middle of the night to pee and kinda ran into her waiting outside the bathroom.”

“Oh,” April said with a little frown. “Well… I guess that’s… kind of awkward.”

“I was butt fuckin’ naked,” Zara clarified.

“Uuugh,” April groaned. The only reason she wasn’t more dramatic about it was because she was driving. “Zara, that’s so much worse.”

“Well, how was I supposed to know she’d be up at four in the morning?” Zara argued. “Are you trying to tell me you would have gotten dressed to go pee?”

“No, but I’m his girlfriend. And I’ve met her before at least.”

“Well, it happened,” Zara said. “And I didn’t want to bring it up around him.”

“She’s going to be with us today,” April said. “Like, if you’d given me some warning I could have called ahead of time to apologise or something. Mitigate how… fucking awkward this could be. What if she told Margot and Hannah?”

“I still don’t know who these people are, Ape,” Zara said.

“Margot is his neighbour,” April said. “She’s like… picture a blonde cowgirl and you pretty much have the right mental image. They haven’t known each other for a long time but they’re good friends. And Hannah is his oldest, longest friend. She’s his Zara. She’s this short blonde, super athletic, and totally the opposite of him but in all the right ways and history to make them practically inseparable.”

Zara groaned, rubbing her hands over her face and under her sunglasses. “OK,” she mumbled. “You do realise that like everything you just said is a major red flag, right? His best, oldest friend is a hot athletic chick and his second-best friend is a hot cowgirl. If we have to fight these bitches for him we’re probably gonna get our asses handed to us. I mean, I’ll cut a bitch for you, but if he didn’t fuck like he does I don’t know if he’d be worth it.”

“The sex doesn’t make it worth it, he does,” April said. “And I’ve met them both, they’re polite and nice and are setting this whole thing up so we can get to know each other. That’s a green flag - it would be red if they were trying to avoid me or exclude me or something.”

“Or they are planning to murder us both and bury us… wherever we’re going,” Zara sighed.

“I’m, like, 78 per cent sure they aren’t going to kill us.”

Zara blinked and looked over at April. “That is way lower than I thought it would be.”

April snorted and then grinned as she shook her head, taking a moment to focus on making her left turn before picking the conversation up again. “So, other than the potential murder-trip we’re on and how the sex with my boyfriend was friggin’ amazing, how are you actually feeling?”

Zara sighed and looked out the passenger window, avoiding the question.

“Zara,” April pushed. “Are we OK?”

“Of course we’re OK,” Zara said. “I ate your pussy, you ate mine, both of them were full of your boyfriend’s fucking gallon of spunk - I mean, for real, that was a ridiculous amount of cum. I felt bloated, sucking it all up.”

“Guess that’s why you hogged most of it the next morning,” April deadpanned.

That actually got Zara to blush and she looked out the window again. “We’re fine, babe,” she said.

“How fine?”

“What does that even mean?”

“Like, you just mentioned you’d be down to bail on this trip and go have another threesome,” April pointed out. “Which would mean us having sex again. Look, Zara, I had a lot of fun and I totally fucking love you. Having sex with you was awesome and we were dumb for not doing it before. But I need to know if we’re OK. Are we OK if we never have sex again? Are we OK if Oliver is only comfortable if we have sex with him there? Could you handle that?”

“I’m not some bitch in heat, dragging my cunt across the carpet,” Zara said. “Whatever works for you.”

“That’s not an answer,” April said.

“Well, it’s the answer I’m giving.”

“That’s not good enough for me.”

“What do you want me to say?” Zara asked.

“The truth.”

“The truth? Whose truth? Yours, mine, or his?”

April scoffed. “The truth, Zara.”

“Fine, the truth is that what we did last night was the best sex I’ve ever had bar none, I’ve never felt closer to you than when I woke up in your arms this morning, and I’ve never felt safer with a guy than with Oliver and that’s fucking weird because I met him that night but you vouching for him and seeing him with you made it really fucking easy. I don’t know if I’m actually OK because my best friend, who I love and have fantasised about fucking for years, is in a relationship with the only guy who has ever made me come and that I could actually see myself developing feelings for. But he’s also not my type and is a giant fucking nerd who needs to lose like two hundred pounds and get a fucking makeover before he’d be actually attractive enough for either of us and yet somehow none of that matters because he makes me feel squishy inside and I don’t want to feel fucking squishy because that’s fucking uncomfortable for me. And now I’m meeting his goddamn friends instead of taking advantage of the two more days I’m in town and getting more time alone with you or him.” She gasped in a breath at the end, then raised her feet and planted her heels on her seat as she tucked her face between her bent knees.

April pulled over, the only sound between them the ticking of the blinker and the whoosh of a couple cars passing them. Then she undid her seatbelt and leaned over, wrapping her arms around Zara and hugging her tightly.

Zara cried for the first time in forever, and it felt awful and really good and April just held her through it.

- - - - -

Things were… weird.

Hannah couldn’t put her finger on it, but something was going on. Maybe more than one something.

When she’d met up with Hikaru and Margot in their parking lot that morning, Hannah had got the feeling pretty early on. She’d tested the waters, seeing if they were mad at each other, or at her, and hadn’t gotten anything back. Things had eased during the ride out of the city, but as they got closer to the ranch or stables or whatever where Margot kept her horse it had gotten a little more tense again. The whole ride took less than thirty minutes, so that ‘things aren’t weird’ timeframe had been a nice ten minutes.

Then April and Zara had shown up, and things had felt even more weird. No one was saying or doing anything rude, or passive-aggressive. No one was giving side-eye. Zara had a bit of a sarcastic attitude and April had given Hannah a little warning that her friend could be a bit abrasive, but the redhead seemed to be on her good behaviour. Ollie had mentioned that she started out pretty bitchy at the start when they first met but she’d mellowed out the more time they spent together.

To be fair, April wasn’t being weird. If anything, she was trying maybe a little too hard to not be weird. Some of her casual goofiness that was part of her personality was toned down, and Hannah got the sense she was checking in with Zara with little glances.

The people being really weird were Margot and Hikaru. Both girls were friendly but almost… too friendly. Not forced, but it was giving Hannah a vibe. Almost, but not quite, needy? Or clingy? Or…

It was hard to put her finger on.

Zara had been terrified and thrilled when she found out they were all going to get to ride horses. That had been funny. Margot had gotten permission from someone who owned one of the other horses being stabled at the place for them to ride their horse too, and she got all four of the girls to help out getting the equipment - ‘tack,’ Margot insisted, not ‘horse stuff’ - and then taught them the basics of everything as she got the horses ready. Then a lady who worked at the stable came over and helped Margot teach them to ride around the fenced-in area.

“Did it feel weird to you?” Zara asked Hannah. “Having something alive like that under you, so much bigger and more powerful?”

They were standing outside the fence, watching April and Hikaru take another turn. Margot was smiling as she guided them but Hannah could tell she wanted to get up on her horse and go for a proper ride.

“Sort of,” Hannah answered. “Definitely not the feeling I was expecting. ‘Big and more powerful’ is a good way of putting it, but maybe not enough. Like, I’m not a prude, I’ve hooked up with a big, muscley guy or two in my life. Being on one of them didn’t feel like that - I almost felt powerless up there.”

“I’ve only been with one bigger guy,” Zara said, almost murmuring it. “The horse is bigger, obviously, but it kind of had the same feel. Like he could do whatever he wanted, but was willing to let me guide him.”

“Sounds like a fun time,” Hannah smirked.

Zara snorted and blushed, glancing at Hannah. “Yeah, I can give TMI sometimes.”

“No, it’s fine,” Hannah chuckled. “Can you answer a question for me?”

“Depends on the question.”

“Is April going to break Ollie’s heart?” Hannah asked. “I mean, I don’t think she is planning on it or anything, but he’s falling for her. I can tell. And he’s not… experienced. With dating, or relationships. I just need to know if she has a habit of changing her mind all of a sudden, or getting the Ick out of nowhere.”

Zara sighed, looking back out at her friend on the horse. “April is a rock,” she said. “She says it’s serious with Oliver, so it’s serious. She won’t change her mind unless something drastic happens or develops.”

Hannah didn’t like the fact that her stomach churned and knotted at the confirmation. April wasn’t going anywhere. Not that Hannah wanted her to, but that would have made everything so much easier - Ollie would get his heart broken, but then she, Margot and Hikaru could help him put it back together and in the process Hannah could…

“That’s good to know,” Hannah said and cleared her throat. She didn’t want to go there with those thoughts. “They’re really good together.”

“I wasn’t expecting it, but they are,” Zara said. “He’s a good man. Don’t tell anyone I said that or I’ll have to start acting like a cunt though. I’ve got a reputation to maintain.”

“I won’t, and he is,” Hannah said, smirking a little but kicking herself for not realising it soon enough herself. “He really is.”

- - - - -

“What do you think?” Hikaru asked Margot quietly.

Margot sighed and put off answering by splashing some more water on her face from the stable sink. The horse riding had gone well, no one fell off or got hurt beyond some of the usual ache in the thighs and neither of the horses got spooked. They both got plenty of attention, which was what was really important. She got out to see her mare Mandala four or five times a week, and the stable folks filled in the gaps, but Margot was used to taking care of her horses on a daily basis. It didn’t feel fair for Mandala to not get that personal, specific attention.

She stood back up from leaning over the big utility sink, grabbing one of the nearby dry rag towels and swiping it across her face before looking back at Hikaru.

“She’s pretty, thin and standoffish,” Margot finally said. “I can’t see Ollie even wanting to hang out with her, except that April introduced them. She doesn’t have anything on you and me, Hikki. Don’t feel threatened.”

“Are you sure?” Hikaru asked, her lips twisted in a grimace. “You didn’t see her… you know, naked. And all confident. I don’t think I could ever be that confident just walking around naked in front of a stranger.”

“I don’t know,” Margot sighed, shaking her head and looking back down the length of the stable towards the others. They were brushing down Mandala the way Margot had shown them, and Hannah was laughing as she fed the horse another big, gnarly carrot. “I honestly don’t. And it’s not like we can just ask, ‘Hey, now that you’re doing threesomes, how would you feel about us joining in or having our own?’ If we want to get more of a vibe, we’re going to have to put in some work and take some risks.”

“What does that mean?” Hikaru asked. “Like… open up first?”

“Maybe,” Margot said, chewing on the inside of her lip as she considered things. “Or maybe we just need to do the thing that’s the most obvious. We all go get day drunk and ask each other inappropriate questions.”

Chapter 51

The brewery hadn’t been as classy as a winery would have been, but there weren’t really any wineries in the area to do tastings and other girly stuff at. Craft beer was in, though, and the brief brewery tour and ‘tasting’ after the morning at the stables had been fun. With each girl having already warmed up with a beer, they decided to make their purchases and head back into the city before anyone got drunk, with the plan of meeting back up at Margot’s for some proper drinking and bonding.

Considering they all smelled like they’d spent several hours in a barn, that was probably the best idea anyone had all day.

April drove her and Zara back to her parents’ place since it was vaguely on the way, and they took turns showering. The fact that she was still living, at least half the time, with her parents had never really bothered April until she’d started dating Oliver - then she’d wished she had a place she could bring him that was hers. But there were none of those feelings with Zara - they’d spent years and years bouncing back and forth between their parents’ houses.

At least, it had never been a problem until Zara came back across the hall from the washroom wrapped up in a towel, but as soon as the bedroom door was shut she dropped it.

“Hi,” the redhead smirked a little, posing in the nude as she eye-fucked April.

“Not fair,” April sighed, shaking her head at her friend. She’d already put on a nice set of blue lingerie - with luck, at some point, the drinking would slow down and she could go from Margot’s next door to Oliver.

“It’s totally fair,” Zara said, then gave a ridiculously sexy model look as she teased her fingers down her tight stomach.

“No, it isn’t,” April laughed, using the shirt she was about to put on to flick at her.

Zara laughed, dancing back a step.

“Seriously, Zara,” April continued, still smiling but trying to be serious. “I have to talk to Oliver before we do anything else. Especially without him there.”

“That sounds like he’s controlling,” Zara said.

“You know he isn’t, and you’re just trying to be a weasel,” April said, pulling her shirt over her head. It was an old school Star Wars T-shirt for A New Hope and she started to gather the loose ends to tie up behind her back with an elastic.

“Fine, I’ll stop,” Zara said. “I’m just saying, wouldn’t it be nice if we could just, y’know, help each other take the edge off?”

April rolled her eyes but kept grinning. “Maybe it would. Now get dressed, you horny slut.”

“Did you get a vibe today?” Zara asked as she opened up the bottom drawer of April’s dresser. They’d kept some clothes at each other’s places for years. The fact that it was the bottom drawer had never been an issue before, but April found herself looking at her friend’s upturned ass as little too long and had to look away.

“What do you mean?” she asked, digging into her laundry bin and finding the shorts she wanted.

“Well, that Hannah chick was fine,” Zara said. “She didn’t get weird like I thought she would. But the cousin was giving me weird looks when she thought I couldn’t see-”

“Maybe because she caught you naked and knows you had a threesome with me and Ollie?” April interrupted.

“-which might be because of that, yeah,” Zara conceded. “But the Horse Girl was giving looks too. And not just at me, it was at you too.”

“I didn’t notice that at all,” April frowned. “Margot - and her name is Margot, not ‘Horse Girl’ - hasn’t ever given me a weird vibe.”

“Well, I was catching a vibe of something, I’m just not sure what,” Zara said. “Just… be careful, OK?”

“What do I need to be careful of? You’ll be there watching my back,” April said, hopping as she turned while pulling her shorts up over her butt. She found Zara was already dressed in a short summer dress that hung from her slender shoulders with two little strings and no bra straps. “Really?” April raised an eyebrow.

“What? I’ve got barely any tits, I can burn my bra if I want to.”

“Did you put on panties?”

“Are we gonna see Oliver later?” Zara asked.

“Maybe, I’m not sure,” April said. “What does that have to do with you wearing panties?”

“So the answer is yes, since you put on that lingerie,” Zara said. “And maybe I want to tease him with some upskirts on purpose this time instead of by accident.”

“Zara, I love you, but ask me first maybe?”

“Fine,” Zara sighed. “Can I please flash your boyfriend my cooch so I can turn him on and see his third leg start to bulge in his pants?”

April pursed her lips and narrowed her eyes at Zara. “Is that all you’re going to try and do?”

Zara let her jaw drop in mock shock, and then she smirked. “What’s a little fingering between friends?”

“Put on some panties until we actually know if we’re going to see Oliver or not,” April sighed, gesturing imperiously back towards the drawer. “Weird vibes or not, we’re not flashing those girls your cooch. Just Ollie.”

“Oooh, protective of my cooch already,” Zara grinned as she bent over at the waist and pulled the drawer back open, knowing full well that the short hem of her dress was flashing her entire ass. “You really do love me.”

April wound up and gave her an almighty spank.

- - - - -

“Truth or dare,” Margot said, looking at Hikaru.

Hannah raised her eyebrows. The day drinking had gotten started in earnest once April and Zara had arrived. All five of the ladies were freshly showered and changed, and Hannah was thankful as fuck that none of them had pulled the girly bullshit of trying to outdo one another with their outfits or makeup. Everyone was dressed casually, with minimum makeup. Zara was the most ‘dressy’ and that was only because she was actually wearing a dress.

They started out just talking and drinking around Margot’s living room, cracking open some of the ciders and craft beers they’d bought at the brewery. Hikaru had brought over some wine coolers as well, and Hannah had brought a six-pack of White Claws so they were set. The conversations had continued from that morning at the stables; Margot telling little stories about growing up in the sticks and doing Rodeo, Hikaru about travelling across East Asia with her father, Zara about different places she’d been for modelling and April about some of the famous people she’d run into. Hannah had been a little quiet, feeling like she didn’t have a ‘wow factor’ compared to the others when telling stories, but April in particular had slowly made her feel like that didn’t matter so much.

They’d been talking and drinking for a couple of hours, the empties starting to pile up on the coffee table in the middle of the couches and chairs. Hannah knew she was feeling nicely buzzed, and April had gotten a slight flush to her and was a little giggly. Zara got just a little louder, a little more crass, with each drink she finished. They were all feeling the effects of the booze and bonding when Margot shot Hikaru the question.

“Oh,” the tall girl replied, blinking a few times. “Um. Dare?”

“OK, wow,” Zara said. “First of all, are we really playing Truth or Dare? But second - Hikki, look at the balls on you. Picking Dare right off the jump? Damn girl!”

“I just think it’s fun with friends,” Margot said with a broad smile, looking around the living room. “And it’s not like we can get into any real trouble. There’s no boys here.”

Hannah couldn’t help but agree with that sentiment - some goofy dares and spilling embarrassing stories sounded kind of fun. April was grinning and nodding as well as they both agreed, and Zara agreed once April did.

“OK,” Margot said, turning back to Hikaru. “Hmm. A dare. Let me think… I dare you to do an impersonation of one of us in this room when we were riding one of the horses earlier.”

“Like act it out?” Hakaru laughed.

“Exactly,” Margot grinned. “But don’t tell us who it is, we have to guess.”

Hikaru got up from the couch and pretended to swing her leg over the back of a horse, and then pick up the reins and hold them, and then she waddled around the room like the horse was moving. “Oof, oh! Stopstopstop! Wait, go forward, go forward!”

“That’s totally April,” Zara giggled.

“I didn’t sound like that!” April guffawed.

“You did at first,” Margot laughed.

“You really did,” Hannah snorted, leaning over and hugging April on the couch next to her. “You honestly talked to the horse so much.”

“Well, I felt like he could understand me,” April laughed.

Hikaru sat back down, grinning and blushing, and looked around the room. “Um, Zara. Truth or Dare?”

“Dare,” Zara said gamely.

“I dare you to show us the professional modelling photo from your career that you find the most embarrassing.”

Zara raised her eyebrows and slowly turned to look at April, who threw up her hands in defence. “I didn’t say anything!”

“Ooh, this sounds like it’ll be a good one,” Hannah chuckled.

“Ugh, you bitches,” Zara sighed, then opened her purse and pulled out her phone. She scrolled a few times, then typed something and scrolled some more, before clutching the phone tightly and looking around. “OK. This is from the first six months of my career. I was taking pretty much any gig I could get through my agent. The lady told me this was a big opportunity because it could mean me potentially getting on this TV show and breaking into acting too, and I believed her. Like an idiot.”

She passed the phone to Hikaru, who looked at it and barked a laugh before clapping a hand over her mouth and passing it to Margot. The blonde turned her head to the side, looking confused. “Are you… a sexy tree?”

“It was supposed to be for a kids’ show, and they were doing character testing or something for the pilot. One of the producers ended up being this skeezy guy who thought he had great ideas and he tried to make everything weirdly sexual, I guess, so that’s how I ended up being a Sexy Tree. The show never got made, obviously.”

Margot snorted, shaking her head as she looked at the photo, then passed the phone to April who just took a glance at it, probably having seen it before. Hannah accepted the phone from her and it was… something. Zara, looking a little younger, had her body badly painted to look like tree bark except for her face and the bright red bikini she was wearing. Her fingers had tree branches coming off of them and her hair was covered in fake leaves as she struck an awkward pose with a ridiculous fake grin.

“Oh, nooo,” Hannah laughed and bit her fist.

“Yeah, It’s bad,” Zara snorted, reaching for her phone. Hannah gave it back. Zara tucked it back in her purse and sighed heavily. “Alright. You have now all seen me at my worst.”

“It wasn’t that bad, was it?” Hikaru asked.

“Remind me that when I get to give you a dare, we’re recreating that look,” Zara smirked, then laughed at Hikaru’s horrified reaction. “Alright. Hannah, Truth or Dare?”

Hannah froze for a moment, not having expected to get chosen, but quickly took a sip of her beer and put it down. “Truth. For some reason, I feel like you have the kind of devious mind that would have me doing something crazy, Zara.”

“Good call,” April laughed.

“Don’t listen to her,” Zara smirked, waving at her friend and focusing her attention on Hannah. “Alright. A truth. Hmmm.” She drummed her fingers on her lips for a moment and then smiled. “Have you ever hooked up with a client?”

Hannah blushed. “No, never with one of my clients.”

“Ever been tempted?” Zara pressed.

“I mean, at the Club? For sure, some of those guys are fit and pretty. But also self-centred, ego-driven flirts - I wouldn’t be surprised at all if each of them has at least one STD. At the gym, not as much but there’s been one or two - usually they are dating someone already though and I’m not that kind of girl.”

“Lame answer,” Zara sighed.

“You just didn’t ask the right question of the right person,” April smirked at her friend. “Sounds like a you-problem.”

Zara stuck out her tongue at April, making them all laugh.

“April,” Hannah said, turning to the woman next to her. “Truth or Dare?”

“Truth, definitely,” April said.

“How often do you catch people looking at your boobs?” Hannah asked. “Like, I catch guys glancing at mine every once in a while and mine are small and I rarely show cleavage. Is it just, like, constant?”

“To be fair,” Margot cut in before April could answer. “You wear a lot of tight clothes and your nipple bumps show more often than I think you realise.”

“Really?” Hannah asked in surprise, reaching up and covering her nipples. She was wearing a crop top over an athletic bra so she wasn’t exactly at risk, but she still felt a little exposed for a moment.

“I thought you knew,” Hikaru said. “Do you want us to say something when it happens?”

“Uh, yes,” Hannah said.

“It’s pretty constant for me,” April said, answering the question. “More guys than girls, but definitely from both. And that’s when I’m not showin’ off the girls on purpose with some deeper cleave. Actually, that’s one of the reasons I found Ollie so endearing the first time I met him - I didn’t catch him looking once. I mean, I’m sure he did, but he was trying hard enough that he got away with it.”

“He played the long game,” Zara chuckled.

“Maybe he did, but it worked,” April laughed. Then she turned to Margot. “Guess I should ask you, Margot. Truth or Dare?”

“Dare,” Margot challenged her with a grin.

“Hmmm,” April hummed, thinking for a moment. “Go to your texts with the last person you hooked up with and tell us the last thing you said.”

“Oh, that’s easy,” Margot said, pulling out her phone and opening her texts. “It says ‘Don’t forget it’s Derek’s birthday on Tuesday.’”

“Who is Derek?” Hannah asked.

“That, and who I texted, is gonna take another question,” Margot smirked.