Neighbours and Lovers


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Would Like To Meet

Brendan has never answered one of the online ads before, but when he thinks he might be the silver fox one couple is looking for, he takes the risk.

Desiree and Peter have never put an ad up online before. They never expected to get so many responses. But there is one in particular that grabs their attention.

As the three of them become ever more intimate over the internet, they build up to meeting in real life. Until one surprising moment pushes everything in an unexpected direction.


Get Together – 1


There’s only one way to improve my art, and that is by doing more of it. Mary Tales comics will be short, dirty tales, many of which will look at episodes happening after the close of favourite Mary Tales and May Slater stories. This story picks up several months after Double Booked, and is based upon promises made in that story.

The comics will appear on the Mary Tales Patreon page first, for $2.50 patrons. Patrons will also be able to download the full size versions of the pages.


Michelle’s Dates

Available from Amazon.

So many men. Which ones will Michelle choose?

Michelle doesn’t expect much from the speed dating event, until she meets Adam and Nick.

The two friends both charm her, and she’s soon going on dates with both of them. But, when those dates lead to the bedroom, will she have to choose between them?

Contains explicit scenes. Over 18s only.


Sample Scene – Double Booked

Double Booked is available from Amazon.

Naomi couldn’t possibly have heard their whispered conversation. Perhaps the kiss gave away more than Gabrielle had thought. Or, maybe, her friend was thinking much the same thing. She sprang up from the bed, and skipped to the couch. “You know, we were looking forward to our separate rooms. Sex in a strange bed is so much fun. If you two are as horny as we are, I bet you’re frustrated right now. Am I right?”

Gabrielle couldn’t help but nod. William turned a sheepish smile toward Naomi. On the bed, James had sat up, and was watching his wife, unsure whether to be embarrassed that she’d brought the subject up, or amused at her forthrightness.

“That’s what I thought. Well, it’s still early. How about we take it in turns to…. use the facilities, before we get down to arranging something to eat? Toss a coin for it?” Naomi suggested.
As no-one offered a counter argument, Naomi fished out a two pound coin, and balanced it on a finger and thumb, ready to toss it. “Heads or tails?” she asked Gabrielle and William.

“Heads.” said William, when Gabrielle shrugged.

They all watched the coin arc up through the air. Almost too high, it started falling again just before it reached the ceiling. Naomi tried to catch it, missed, and dropped to her knees to search for it under the couch. Gabrielle, William and James all moved over to watch. After a moment of trying to reach under the couch, Naomi gave up, and pushed it forwards.

“Heads it is.” she announced, not sounding at all disappointed. “We’ll go and shop, or get some drinks in. You call us when you’re done, and you can bring us the keys. Let’s see…. Oh, yes. If you leave a wet spot, you’re sleeping in it.”

Naomi led James out of the apartment. As he was dragged away, he offered a smile and a shrug.

They could hear Naomi and James’ footsteps as they went down the first flight of stairs, then they became much less distinct. William turned the latch to lock the door, just in case. “So…?” He recognised Gabrielle’s expression when he turned back to her, and didn’t need to say or ask anything else.

She stepped up to him, pressing him back against the door, and kissed him as passionately as she had wanted to before. Their lips bumped hard against each other, and their tongues fought and probed. Her hands found their way inside his shirt and pressed against his chest. His right knee came forward and up, and she parted her legs to grind her crotch against his thigh.

William’s hands went to Gabrielle’s buttocks, pulling her in and helping her grind. When her hands worked their way down again, they parted just enough to be able to reach the buttons on the fronts of their jeans. Taking tentative, probing steps backwards, she led him toward the couch. Stopping when the backs of her calves were both pressed up against it, she returned to the important task of getting him out of his jeans.

With the front of William’s jeans open, Gabrielle fought with his boxers, trying to release his erection. She finally managed to get trousers and underwear halfway down his thighs, and was rewarded by the feel of his hard shaft in her hands.

William had his thumbs inside the waistbands of Gabrielle’s jeans and her knickers. He pushed them down, revealing the top of her neatly trimmed pubic hair.

Gabrielle let William’s erection go, laughing a little as she straightened up. He knelt before her, tugging the denim and cotton down as quickly as he could. He had to pull her shoes off before he could get her out of her jeans and toss them aside. While he was doing this, she tugged off her top and unfastened her blouse. When he stood up again, William was still, technically, fully clothed, whilst Gabrielle wore only her bra.

“Here. I want to do it right here.” Gabrielle announced, when William made to lead her to the bed. She turned around and bent over the back of the couch, placing her hands on the cushions. William wasn’t going to argue with this suggestion.

Pushing his jeans a little further down, he placed himself behind Gabrielle. Bending his knees, he guided his erection toward her. Two fingers probed out ahead of it. They found the wet lips of her sex, and slid between them. She was very turned on, wet with her excitement. The fingers guided his erection into her.

With one hand on the back of the couch, and the other releasing Gabrielle’s bra, William thrust into her. When he was as deep as he could get, she straightened her legs a little to change the angle he entered at. He pulled out, and then gave another, experimental, thrust into her. She nodded eagerly. He was stimulating the bits she wanted stimulated.

Now, William’s hand sneaked around to cup one of Gabrielle’s full, firm breasts as it swayed back and forth with his movements. It was an awkward contortion and, as much as they both enjoyed it, he had to let go, and brace himself properly as he sped up his thrusts.

Gabrielle grunted with each thrust. Her tone changed as she became even more excited, the pitch rising until she was practically squealing with pleasure. She dropped her face into the cushions of the couch, and William bent all the way over with her, so that he could kiss her shoulders as his thrusts became shorter and harder to control. She cried out her orgasm, and he felt her muscles squeezing him as it pulsed through her.

With the added stimulation of a climaxing lover, it wasn’t long before William felt the contractions at the base of his shaft, and the warm beats of pleasure emanating out through his body. His whole body jerked as he pumped the first spurt of semen deep inside Gabrielle.

Even as the after shocks still shivered through them, Gabrielle pushed herself up from the couch, and they both climbed down to the floor behind it. William was still inside her, just, and they lay spooned together on the floor.

“I told you I was turned on.” Gabrielle said. She punctuated the end of her statement with a sigh, as William’s softening shaft finally slipped out of her.

“You did.” William kissed her cheek and nose, urging her to twist her head so he could plant his lips squarely on hers. “Give me a few minutes, and we can go again.”

“Oh god, that is so tempting. But, no. We’ve got to let James and Naomi have their naughty time.”

“I suppose so. Share the shower? Have we left a wet patch?”

The first question didn’t need answering. Considering the second, as she pulled herself up, Gabrielle said, “No-one’s sleeping on the floor tonight. We might end up on the couch, but not the floor.”


Double Booked

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A trip down Memory Lane heralds a hot new future.

Gabrielle and Naomi have known each other since University. For a while, they were even casual lovers. Now, Naomi is married to James, and Gabrielle lives with William.

A weekend away in London is going to remind them of their time as lovers, and allow both couples to explore new and exciting fantasies.

When their two bed apartment is replaced by a one bed studio at the last minute, they have to think about sleeping arrangements. The bed is big enough for all four of them, if they don’t mind getting a little intimate.

A game of strip poker ups the ante, and they’re soon far closer than just sharing the same bed. How far dare they go? And how will they all feel about it on Monday?


Sample Scene- Jet Lag

Jet Lag is book 3 in the Neighbours & Lovers series. It is available from Amazon.

Megumi had a big towel wrapped around herself like a dress which came down to just below her knees. It was tucked into itself at the front, looking like the slightest tug would release it. She walked to her space in front of the television and beamed down at them.

“I feel so much better now.” Megumi fluffed up her hair, which was still wet and plastered to her head. “Now, what shall we be doing to keep me from sleeping?”

“Surely we shall be doing each other.” Cassie answered. Megumi shook her head, as if disappointed, when she realised that was an awful pun.

“This is much more the way I am used to seeing you on screen. But I am higher up than the normal view. The camera is about here.” She held her hand at about the height of her navel. “I feel that I am towering over you, up here.” This made her giggle, knowing she was still shorter than them. Coming back from that distraction, she asked, “Would you like to see all of me?”

Of course they would. They nodded eagerly. “I had hoped that would be so.”

Megumi teased fingers along the top of the towel, until she found the edge where it folded over and held itself in place. Tugging at it, she worked it loose, then pulled slowly, until she reached the point of no return, and the makeshift robe dropped to the floor.

She clasped her hands behind her back again, and studied their reactions, hoping they liked what they saw.

They loved what they saw. Noel had long described Megumi as, physically, a scaled down version of Cassie. They had a very similar body shape, with shapely legs, a light curve to the waist, and small, wonderful breasts. Megumi’s skin tone was a warm, light brown, flushed a little darker than normal by the warmth of the shower and sexual excitement. Her belly had a seductive slight roundness to it, curving in toward her crotch.

Cassie noticed what was different from the last time they had seen Megumi on the television screen. She pointed at the skin at the bottom of Megumi’s belly, just above the narrow, neat lit of her sex. “You’ve shaved.”

Megumi couldn’t keep her hands still now, and brushed fingertips across the naked skin where there had been pubic hair before. “Do you like it? I so liked your sexy paipan that I wanted to have my own.”

“Oh, goodness, yes. I want to rub mine against yours. That is hot.” Cassie had reached down, and was stroking the thin material of her knickers over her own shaved crotch.

Noel lifted the waistband of his boxer shorts and gazed inside theatrically. “I’ve only trimmed mine, not shaved it. I hope you don’t mind.”

“Perhaps I can shave it for you. If you trust me enough.” Megumi had taken the two steps necessary to stand right in front of them, legs touching legs.

“When you’re fully recovered from jet lag, I may take you up on that offer.” Noel told her. He reached up, and she took his hand, knowing he would pull her down onto his and Cassie’s laps.

She landed with a happy squeal, and quickly squirmed around until she had her butt on Noel’s lap, and her arms around Cassie’s neck, moving in for a kiss.

Noel had a moment where he couldn’t believe this was really happening. He had his girlfriend to his left, who was kissing, and playing with the breasts of, a woman he had only ever seen on a screen before a few hours earlier. That small and sexy woman had her firm butt neatly nestled between his thighs. He touched her knee, and ran his hand along her thigh, to double check she was really there.

Megumi’s thighs parted. She stretched her legs as far apart as possible in her position, right foot on the arm of the couch, left on the floor. She shivered as Noel’s hand moved to the inside of her thigh, and closer to her crotch. She was definitely real, Noel decided.

He had touched her by proxy during their video chats. She had toys that stood in for him, and she would use them to mimic what Noel and Cassie were doing. Now he had his hands on her for real. Was this as good for her as it was for him? She shifted, trying to lift her crotch up toward his probing fingers. Yes, it was at least as good for her as for him.

Doubly good, possibly. Megumi was getting to touch two people she had loved from the other side of the world for the first time. Noel moved his hand lower, until the fingertips touched the darker skin of her labia. He saw the lips split as he pressed a little lower, and found her warm and wet.

Noel was barely a knuckle length inside Megumi when shivers ran through her. Her lips parted from Cassie’s so that she could loudly voice the pleasure she was feeling.
An orgasm that had started building in Tokyo found its release in shakes and sobs. Cassie and Noel held her just tightly enough to let her ride the climax without throwing herself to the floor. As it subsided, she kissed all over Cassie’s face. When she pulled back, there were tears on her cheeks.

“Are you okay, darling?” Cassie asked, cradling Megumi’s chin.

Megumi wiped the tears away and nodded. “I have been waiting to be with you for so long now. It was an emotional moment for me.”

“And for us.” Noel told her. He hugged her right leg and kissed her knee.


Jet Lag

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Halfway around the world, and into their bed.

For months, Cassie and Noel have been carrying on a long distance relationship with Megumi. Their video chats have become ever more intimate and revealing, and they are lovers in every way but one. Cassie has met Megumi in person, but Noel has never even been on the same continent as her.

Now, Megumi is arriving from Japan, for a two month work transfer in the UK. Cassie and Noel are waiting for her at the airport, and they have promised they’ll use their tried and tested jet lag cure on her. They’re going to keep her awake, and active, for as long as possible, to reset her body clock. The best place to do this is the bedroom, of course.

As the three young lovers spend time together, how are they going to adjust to finally fulfilling their fantasies? Can the reality be as good as they’ve imagined?

Jet Lag is a self contained story, but features characters introduced in Cassie Gets It On.


Sample Scene- Portrait

Here’s a snippet from Portrait, book 2 in the Neighbours and Lovers series, which is available from Amazon.

Mark had sat down again. Nicky quickly drained her wine, and held her glass out for him to refill. “No, it’s a lovely idea. I’m here now, anyway. Why don’t we give it a go. I should do some studies for the jungle picture anyway, and you’d have to take your clothes off for them.”

She definitely got braver with alcohol in her. That wasn’t a suggestion she would have made a glass earlier. Mark and Eleanor grinned back as she looked from side to side at them.

“Me first, then. I’ve run out of wine. I should get naked before I’m allowed a refill.” Eleanor said. She pushed herself up from the couch, wobbling a little when upright. “Yes, I definitely need some time out before I have any more wine. Can you help me out of this.” She indicated the zip that ran down the back of her dress.

Nicky looked at Mark, expecting the request to have been aimed at him. He held up his glass and the wine bottle with a sort of shrug, indicating that his hands were full. He immediately made that a lie when he wedged the bottle between his thighs again, and offered to take Nicky’s glass.

Was she being steered into this, directed through the script of Mark and Eleanor’s fantasy? It was possible, but it also seemed that they were feeling their way through this, just the same as she was. They were testing the limits, seeing what they, as well as she, were willing to do. And she wanted to go along with that, because she kept passing what she would have thought were her limits.

Standing behind the taller woman, Nicky took a moment to calm the shiver of nervousness in her hands. She reached up, and plucked at the end of the zip. Pulling it slowly but firmly, she released the little catches one by one, exposing Eleanor’s skin.

Reaching a black bra strap, Nicky slowed. For her, this had now moved to another level. It had become easier to talk about this gorgeous woman getting naked for her, but the vision of underwear signalled that it was about to become a reality. After all the time she had fantasised about it, what was she going to do when she finally saw her old boss with no clothes on? She picked up the pace of release, determined to find out.

When the zip reached its final teeth, Nicky faltered for a moment before releasing it. “Would you do the bra strap whilst you’re there?” Eleanor asked.

Nicky took hold of either side of the strap, moving them together until she felt the change in the tension of the elastic. When she let them go, the hooks and eyes had separated, and the bra released.

Eleanor reached up to stroke the dress from her shoulders. Nicky wanted to stay and watch, but forced herself to walk over to the table, where she had left her bag of art kit. Whilst she was there, she slid the pirate picture back into the folio. She put the bag on the table, opening it to check the contents. She picked out her pencil tin and the smaller of her sketching pads. Only then did she turn to look at Eleanor again.

Eleanor was naked, and just as glorious a sight as Nicky had hoped. She had long, shapely legs, a flat, toned stomach, and perfect breasts. They were full and firm, with just the slightest sag tilting the nipples up to point at the ceiling. Eleanor was fussing with her hair, lifting the lovely globes up to emphasise their attributes.

Nicky’s eyes travelled back down Eleanor’s body, over her belly, past the long, slim navel, to the neatly cropped pubic hair. She didn’t stare any more, resisting the urge to seek out the lips under that hair. She didn’t need to see Eleanor’s sex, she lied to herself.

Eleanor clasped her hands behind her back, thrusting her chest out again. “Am I okay? Do I pass muster as a model?”

“Perfect.” said Nicky, so quietly, she wasn’t sure she could be heard. “Perfect. Just what any artist could want.”

“Should I take my clothes off as well?” Mark asked. Nicky had forgotten he was there.

“Yes. We can do some couples poses. Life drawing is always just one person. I think your idea was really good. Let’s do that.” Nicky caught herself before she rattled on any more.

Mark had already put the wine bottle and glasses aside, as if it hadn’t already been obvious he was lying about his hands being full. He bounced from the seat, taking Eleanor in his arms to kiss her before starting his own strip.

To keep herself from staring, Nicky hurried over to her old seat, and started sorting pencils from her tin. That distraction didn’t last long, and she looked up to find Mark mooning her as he pushed trousers and boxers down his legs. She bit her lip, and glanced at Eleanor, who was smiling as her eyes danced back and forth between the action and reaction of her husband’s disrobing.

“How do you want us?” Eleanor asked, as Mark fought with his shoes.

“Um…. I…. think…. I think I’d like you standing together, fairly relaxed, but like you’re about to kiss. Just moving in, but your lips not quite touching.” That was what Nicky wanted to see, as much as what she wanted to draw. The two were the same, really. “I think that’s….” Mark had turned around, and Nicky had glanced his way, drawn by the movement.

Eleanor looked for the cause of Nicky’s sudden silence. Guessing it involved her husband, she looked down. “Oh dear.”

“I did say it would turn me on.” Mark explained. He made no move to hide his erection. In fact, he placed his hands on his hips and straightened his back, making it more prominent. “I can put it away, if you’d like.”

That sounded like a dare to Nicky. Would she make him put his boxers back on? If they hadn’t talked about this, and he hadn’t hinted it might happen- if someone had just turned around and exposed themselves to her- she would have been straight out the door. Maybe she would have paused long enough to slap them and make sure she had all her things, but that was all. This was different, though.

“Most models don’t get excited when they’re posing. It’s been a while since I saw…. that.” Had that sounded like self pity? She hoped not. “Could I draw it? Later?” She remembered the large cock she kept in her dirty art box. Perhaps it was time for it to have a friend.

“If it’s still around later. Now, how did you say you wanted us?” Mark moved over to his wife’s side and rested a hand on her waist. They turned to each other, she twining her fingers into those of his other hand. His erection wedged between them, and they both looked down for a moment and grinned.

That was almost the pose Nicky wanted to see. Putting her pencils aside, she stood. Without really thinking about it, she laid hands on their backs, and guided them closer. When she remembered she was handling naked people, she let go quickly. More tentatively, she took their arms and moved them together by manipulating them.

“There. Now, move your heads closer. Tilt them. That’s it. Open lips, like you’re about to kiss. Perfect. Can you hold that pose?”


Portrait

Available from Amazon.

Can Nicky paint the perfect partnership?

Nicky left the corporate world to become an artist. It’s been a struggle, but she’s doing okay, and she has some wonderful friends. Her sideline selling antiques with her housemate is a nice little earner as well.

When she meets her old boss- the woman she had a massive, unrequited crush on all the time they worked together- things promise to get very interesting. Eleanor and her hot husband Mark are looking for something special to put in their Christmas cards to the family. They’d like Nicky to create a special portrait of them.

And when she’s finished the family friendly picture, would she like them to pose naked, just for her?


Another #NaNoWriMo17 sample

The target for National Novel Writing Month is 50,000 words, and it looks like I should hit that with a day (maybe two) to spare. I’ve not been working on a novel, but two novellas, a short, and sundry outlines for future stories. In the spirit of NaNoWriMo, none of them were stories I had worked on before November 1st.

Here’s a bit from the second of the novellas, writtem a couple of days ago-

Naomi made a little squeal-cum-giggle, and covered her breasts with her forearms, as if suddenly coy. She watched, head darting back and forth, as James came to kneel before her, and William went around behind and gently slid his thumbs under the waistband of her jeans. She gulped in a little breath, and tried to hold it to keep from shivering.

James released the button on the front of Naomi’s jeans with a practised move of thumb and fingers. Then he found the zip, and tugged it down, slowly. Like Gabrielle, Naomi couldn’t watch what was happening below her waist, so she looked at her friend instead. Both of them found their lips parting, as if puckering up for a kiss.

With the zip undone, William pushed Naomi’s jeans down her thighs. Then James took over, and he rested his hands on her waist to support her. She wobbled whilst James struggled getting her foot out of a jeans leg, and William’s erection rubbed across the skin of her back. Her wide eyes were so comical that Gabrielle had to put a hand over her mouth to smother the laugh.

James remembered that he had an audience, and moved aside enough for Gabrielle to get a look. The skimpy thong that barely covered Naomi was a white that nearly disappeared against her pale skin. Gabrielle’s gaze flicked from the narrow triangle of cotton to William’s face. He glanced down, raising his eyebrows cartoonishly at the sight of the string that was the back of the underwear.

“Still not naked.” Gabrielle pointed out.

“Well, we’ll see about that.” James said. Standing, he slipped his right hand inside the front of the thong, as if ready to tug it down. But then he twisted his hand around, moving it even lower. He was still far enough to the side that Gabrielle could see as he bent two fingers, and they slipped into Naomi.

Naomi tried to move up and away from the fingers entering her, lifting up until she was on tiptoe. “Not fair.” she squeaked. “Not fair. No, just there. That’s it.” She settled back onto the flats of her feet, and grabbed James’ upper arms for support.

“Quick, while she’s distracted, get her knickers off.” James told William, barely able to contain his laughter.

William pinched the narrow waistband of the thong, and quickly drew it down to the floor. Then he moved around to stand beside Gabrielle and watch.

Naomi buried her head against James’ shoulder. As his fingers moved in and out, she said, “That’s…. So…. This. Is. Too…. Distracting.”

“Sorry. I’ll stop.” James did just that, and stepped aside.

“Bastard.” Naomi held her hands out for balance, and slowly composed herself. “Naked now.” she pronounced. “That was awfully rude of James, getting in the way of your view like that.”

“Not half as rude as stopping was.” William said.

Gabrielle had bee looking her friend’s sexy trim body up and down, finally closing in on a detail she had glanced past several times. “You shaved.” she said, surprise, and a little awe, in her tone. She stepped forward and, without really thinking about it, reached out to stroke across the exposed skin on Naomi’s mons. “It’s so smooth. And sexy. Is it hard work to keep it that smooth?”

“I have to run a razor over it almost every time I’m in the shower. But it is sexy, isn’t it?”

“Sexy. And smooth, all the way down to….” Gabrielle pulled her fingers away before they started working their way down. She turned to William. “What do you say? Should I do this?”

William looked from Gabrielle’s face to her crotch, with its neatly trimmed patch of thick hair, to Naomi’s hairless crotch. He nodded eagerly. When he finally found his voice again, he added, “You should definitely give it a try.”

Gabrielle wrapped her arms around William’s neck and pulled him close for a kiss. She pressed her body against his, squeezing his erection between them. “When we get home.” she told him. “Maybe you can help.” His hands clasped her buttocks, pulling them closer still together.

“I think it’s time for bed.” Naomi announced.

“Did we work out who was sleeping on the couch?” Gabrielle asked.

“No-one’s sleeping on the couch, silly. We’re all sleeping in the bed.” Naomi hooked an arm through James’, and offered the other hand to Gabrielle, as she headed for the bed.

Their tread slowed as the neared the step up to the bed. When they came to a halt, Naomi looked at Gabrielle. “I’m really horny right now.”

“Me too.”

“What about the boys?” Naomi wondered. She reached back and found James’ erection, squeezing it. “What a silly question. Of course they’re horny. You two wait here a moment.”

Naomi led Gabrielle up onto the bed section of the room, then guided her around to the opposite side. Gabrielle caught on quickly, and grabbed the top edge of the duvet and sheet that covered the bed. She and Naomi pulled them all the way down to the foot of the bed. Then they each lay down on their side of the bed and gestured for their lovers.

Gabrielle reached out a hand, and Naomi took it, giving a little squeeze. It felt perfectly natural for the two of them to be naked on the bed, side by side, ready to make love with their partners. At the same time, it was very strange, not the way any of them had expected their Friday night to end.

James and William joined them on the bed, and the erotic charge was incredible. Naomi and Gabrielle each reached their free hand up to their lovers. James caught Naomi’s hand, and kissed her wrist, working his way down to her elbow as he placed himself between her legs. Seeing this, William copied, carrying his kisses on to Gabrielle’s breasts, then her neck and, finally her lips.

Naomi and Gabrielle reached down, finding their lovers’ erections. Still holding hands, they seemed to be in harmony, trying to reach important points at the same time.

James and William were each poised with the heads of their cocks nestling in the labia of their lovers, waiting to enter them. They paused, holding back until they got the nod.

“Ready?” Naomi asked.

“Ready.” Gabrielle replied.
They let go of each other’s hand, and grasped the arms of the men above them. “I want to make love now.” Naomi announced.

William and James pushed forwards, pressing into Gabrielle and Naomi. Each sneaked a look across, to check the other’s form, before giving salutary nods and returning all their attention to their lovers.

It was impossible for any of them to forget there was another couple on the bed with them, making love within touching distance. A couple who were able to watch what they were doing and, no doubt, willing to be watched in return. Neither Gabrielle nor Naomi could always be certain that the woman they heard crying and moaning was themselves or their friend.

This wasn’t a competition. It wasn’t about who could come first, or last longest. It only mattered that each couple were enjoying themselves, and could be sure of the other couple’s joy as well. Naomi lifted her legs up, and James pinned them to her sides with his arms, changing the way that he thrust in and out of her, and pushing her body all over the bed. Gabrielle, meanwhile, had her legs straight and flat and quite close together, moving William up, so that his erection held long and exquisite contact with her clitoris throughout its movements.

Though they took different paths to climax, they all approached it at nearly the same time. Gabrielle’s cries of pleasure stirred memories for Naomi, which excited her in turn. She reached out again, and found Gabrielle’s hand waiting for hers.

As they came, singing a duet of ecstatic cries, James and William, too, reached the final, short strokes before orgasm. “Yes! Fuck, yes!” James voiced for both of them. He stopped moving, holding himself in place as pulses of pleasure pumped semen into Naomi. A few short, sharp thrusts later, William was ejaculating as well.

They couldn’t have guessed that they would all come together. But it was so perfect, it was the only possible conclusion to their evening. James and William planted little kisses on their lovers’ faces as they came down, hugging them tight. A few minutes later, they reached down to draw the sheets back up, and drifted off to sleep in the warm afterglow of love making.