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Unexpected Affections Ch 70-75
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Chapter 70
“Ollie says he’s sorry, he’s running late,” April said, slipping her phone back into her purse.
Margot’s phone buzzed right at that moment, and she chuckled and checked it quickly. “Same here,” she said with a smile as she put it back down. “We should grab a round. What are you drinking tonight?
April picked out a cider, and Margot went to the bar and ordered it and an ale for herself before sauntering back over to the table. The place was so Oliver - a board game bar. It was pretty busy on a Saturay night, but other than the crowd, the actual bar, and the faint whiff of booze in the air it wasn’t like any other bar that Margot had been to. It was brightly lit, scattered with big square and rectangular tables picked to facilitate the playing of board games and not just crowding around them as a place to lean or set down your drink. The chairs were comfortable, one entire wall of the place was full of shelves of beaten up board game boxes, and the other two walls and some of the space behind the bar were covered in nerdy memorabelia, movie posters and fake props.
Oh, and the music was something Ollie called ‘bardcore’ and sounded like old medieval twangy instruments playing modern songs.
It was so, so Oliver. And April.
“Thanks,” April smiled as she accepted the glass of cider from Margot. “I’ll get the next one”
“Sounds good,” Margot said, flashing her a smile as she sat down across from the busty girlfriend of the man she was infatuated with. She’d been trying to decide what exactly she was feeling - about Oliver and about April - since last weekend, and had landed on the fact that she loved Ollie but wasn’t in love with him yet. There was romantic interest on her part, fuel for a romance fire, but no spark had lit it yet since she’d been so distracted that she hadn’t realised she’d been treating him like her boyfriend for months and months already. April, on the other hand, had been harder to define. Rival was a big option, but Margot didn’t want her to be a rival. April was good for Ollie, and had been smart enough to see a romantic relatinship with him before Margot had. She hadn’t done anything wrong
She wasn’t a friend either, though. They didn’t know each other well enough yet, for one thing, and there was still an element of competition over Oliver even if April didn’t know it.
And Margot had learned from the last time she’d been in a messy group relationship - you don’t fuck your friends. Which was ironic considering she was planning to fuck Oliver, but it wasn’t the guy she was worried about. Guys, and she had no doubt even Oliver, had an easier time adapting to relationship changes than girls. Margot had never had an issue bouncing back and forth between sex and friendship with her male best friend back then, but her female best friend had always been harder to blur the lines with.
Margot didn’t need to fuck April, technically. Not longterm for the plan she and Hikaru had come up with. But April was funny, and pretty, and had great tits, so if the option was there, Margot was going to lean into making her a partner and not a friend.
Similar results, similar intimacy, way more but less complicated sex.
“So,” Margot said after they’d both taken a sip from their glasses and settled in. “I feel like Ollie has told me a lot about you, but it’s all the kind of stuff a guy would ask about.”
April smiled into her glass and shrugged. “He’s more observant then most guys.”
“That’s true,” Margot chuckled. “He’s more of a lot of good things than most guys.”
That got April blushing because she caught Margot’s innuendo. “He’s an amazing man,” she said diplomatically.
“I agree,” Margot said. “Wholeheartedly. Best guy I know. I want to know more about you though.”
“Is this off the record?” April asked, laughing lightly. “Or am I being interviewed?”
Margot laughed with her. “Sorry, I’m not trying to interrogate you hear. How about this - we each get twenty questions to ask each other, back and forth.”
“Sure,” April agreed still chuckling. “Though we’re not getting into doing dares again. Not this weekend.”
“Damn straight,” Margot snickered. “I’d end up streaking around this bar, and we don’t need that.”
April barked a louder laugh that drew some attention from other tables, and a few nerdy eyes lingered seeing two gorgeous women sitting and talking, but no one thought it was odd. The bar was full of laughter, raised voices and cheers from the different board games being played. It was almost like a Sports Bar on Game Night, Margot mused, except no one was stuck to big ass TV screens.
“You can go first if you want,” Margot offered.
“I gotta think about the right question,” April deferred. “I want to know more about you too.”
“OK,” Margot agreed. “Then my first question is… Did you have the same problem with your boobs as I did, growing up? They would just like growth-spurt randomly, with no warning, and I’d have to get a whole new wardrobe like twice in one year?”
April snorted hard, covering her mouth for a moment as her eyes went wide at the silly, personal question. “Yes!” she said. “Oh my God, yes. It was so frustrating! One time it happened over summer and I hadn’t really seen anyone other than Zara and one other friend, so a rumour went around the school about me getting a boobjob.”
“I had the same rumour go around about me,” Margot laughed, then cupped her breasts through her shirt. “All natural, though.”
“OK, well, that brings me to my first question then,” April said. “Margot, girl, last week when you, y’know, they were all like up.” She gestured her hands to show she meant how perky Margot’s chest was despite being rather large. “Who the hell gave you those genetics? Because, I mean, damn.”
Margot started snickering, shaking her head for a moment at the question as she grinned broadly. “It’s from my Dad’s side,” she said. “Honetly, I’m lucky they aren’t hanging down to my knees. I love my Ma to bits, but I’d hate her too if I’d gotten her boob genetics. Every woman on that side of the family are cursed with big, droopy pancake tits but a great butt. Most of them have actually gotten boobjobs, which might have made the rumour back then more likely.”
The two of them laughed together, and then continued asking questions. Margot let a few ‘normal’ ones go on, trying to keep the mood light, until she got to her fifth question. “OK, my turn again,” she said as April returned from the bar with a second round for the both of them. “And the important question is actually the follow-up. Was that really the first time you’d ever done something with Zara, or with her and a guy?”
“Yes,” April blushed. “First for both, for reals.”
“OK, then- was the second time better than the first time? Because girl, when I was in my weird situationship thing back home, I was so nervous the first time that it was good but couldn’t be great, but the second time… whooo-wee, we could have knocked the barn over.”
April was giggling into her hand again, shaking her head and grinning. “I guess the second time was… more natural?” she hedged. “I don’t think it was better, just more fluid. Like, we already knew stuff about each other in that way, so it was easier to get to the fun.”
“Nice,” Margot grinned. “So are you three gonna do it more?”
“It’s my turn,” April said, wagging a finger and laughing. “You already got a set-up and follow on question.”
“Fine, fire away,” Margot chuckled.
“Um, OK,” April mused. “You brought them up again, so, what’s the deal with your friends who you had your threesomes with now? Like, if you saw them again, would you be ‘doing it more?’”
“Oof, tough one,” Margot said. “Um. It was really great for a while, but I think I told you guys I was always kind of the third wheel of the trike. They eventually went off to college, and I would go visit them, but we just started growing apart. Not that we didn’t care for each other or anything, and there was never one big moment of like ‘He’s my man now, no more sharing,’ but they were basically living like a couple and wanted to be that, and I was less and less a priority. Fewer calls and texts. We still talk, but no where near like we used to. I don’t regret everything we did, and neither do they, but I have a feeling I’m more of like… if they get to their ten year anniversary, I feel like they’ll call me up wanting to relive some nostalgia, and not really think about how that would make me feel.”
“Oh, Margot,” April said, reaching across the table and gesturing for her hand. Margot gave it, and April squeezed. “That sucks big time. You’re so amazing, how could someone not prioritise you? You deserve that.”
“Which is why Ollie is such an amazing person and friend,” Margot said with a little smile. “When he’s with you, he’s with you, right? And he thinks about you when he’s not with you, too. It’s only recently I’ve realised how much he prioritises everyone else, and is so selfless in his relationships, so I’m really glad that you’ve fallen into his lap after that contest thingy. I know I want to start finding ways to thank him more, we’re just an opposites-attract sort of friendship so it’s not as natural for me to do nerdy stuff.”
“She says as she sits in a board game bar,” April smirked a little.
“True,” Margot grinned.
April’s hand lingered for a moment, holding Margots, and she gave it another queeze before pulling away.
They asked a few more questions, this time more about home and family, and Margot tried not to grin too hard when April took the bait she put out in her earlier answer.
“OK, my next question is, when you were talking about that old swimming hole, were you guys going out there with swimsuits, or were you skinny dipping?”
“Oh, it was simsuits maybe half the time, the other half we were skinny dipping,” Margot smirked. “I mean, hell, we were all country kids. If there was a party planned or something, everyone would show up in swimsuits. But if it was impromptu, we’d be driving out there and stripping down to our skivvies. Only a few of the guys were bold enough to go without their undies unless they’d been drinking, so us girls figured out pretty early that we had to get the ball rolling. I’d always keep a thong on, and lots of girls would keep theirs on too, but there were a few times there had to be a dozen of us all topless and the guys were just lookin’ around trying not to get boners.”
That brought them both to giggles, and April’s grin was wide and still a little shocked. “I can’t imagine doing that with my classmates from school,” she said.
“Same country, different cultures,” Margot shrugged. “Hell, different generations, different cultures. I know there were plenty of older folks who would mutter about us, but when they were our age they were doing the same damn thing, probably at the same swimming hole.”
“OK, but like, is that why you were so game to do that dare with Ollie?” April asked.
Bingo.
Margot hadn’t come into things knowing exactly how to get to this point, and she’d brushed up against it earlier in the conversation, but she could see the opportunity when it was presented.
“No,” she laughed. “God, no. I haven’t done something like that since I was nineteen. The only reason I was willing to do it was because it was Ollie. Like I said earlier, I’m realising more and more how much I want to give back to him and make his life better, like he’s made mine better. So, yeah, I was like nervous-excited to do that dare, but I was also like, ‘Hell, plenty of boys got to see 18-year-old-me in the buff, and I only kinda liked most of them because we all group up in the same area. I actually love Ollie for the man he is, so why the hell shouldn’t he get a peek?’”
“That’s… you thought of all that when Zara made that dare?”
“No, no,” Margot chuckled. “When she first gave me the dare I was all competition. It was when I was half naked and then when I was walking over to his door that I realised why I was more than OK with it.”
“Now you sound like you’d do it again,” April smirked. “‘More’ than OK?”
Margot shrugged, eyes tracking to the door to the bar as Oliver walked in, looking a little haggard from how late he was. She leaned forward, closing the distance just a bit between her and April so she could say what she wanted to say. “If he wasn’t in a great fucking relationship, April, I’d do it again in a hearbeat. So if you ever want to give him another gift like you did with Zara, and she’s not around, feel free to give me a shout. I’d be more than happy to have some ‘country fun’ with the both of you, cause I think you’re both pretty fucking great.”
April’s eyes were wide and her eyebrows raised, her jaw dropping just a little at the forwardness of Margot’s suggestion. But Margot didn’t give her a chance to even start stammering a response, standing up and waving Ollie over. The big guy broke into a happy grin when he spotted the two of them and started weaving his way over through the tables.
“I’m so sorry I’m late,” he said. “I got stuck in a rules debate about-”
“It’s fine, Ollie,” Margot said, meeting him with a hug and a kiss on the cheek, then directing him to April, who had managed to get herself back together other than some blushing. “We were just trading girl code secrets and talking about boys, that’s all.”
April gave Margot a glare as she hugged Oliver hello, but not an angry glare. It was the kind of glare that one friend gave another to tell them to shut up. And Margot knew it was because April needed time to brew on that particular coffee bean that Margot had planted.
Chapter 71
“Morning,” Hannah chirpped, sunny and bright.
You weren’t feeling quite so chipper. Not because the day before, or the night, hadn’t gone well. The video chat sex with April and Zara had been surprisingly hot once you figured out how to focus more on them on your phone screen than looking at your own cock in your camera preview window. So far things had even continued to go well with Zara - she’d sent a good morning text that morning, and it had been accompanied by a selfie, but it had been less performative. Less staged. it had just been her, long ginger hair up in a messy bun, topless and smiling weakly with a cup of coffee steaming in front of her. Still a nude, technically, but way less look at me and more this is how I am.
And the hangout last night had been great as well. You’d been stressed, heading over from the game store, because you’d planned to leave early but had gotten stuck into a rules argument when the guy working at the store argued with one of the regional judges for the game who ran tournaments for them. Then there had been traffic, and then you hadn’t been able to find parking. But you’d found April and Margot two drinks in, giggly and friendly, and they’d picked a game to play and you all spent the next few hours teasing each other. Margot had picked up the rules quickly, despite swearing she was awful at games, and it had been a great time.
No sex with April at the end, but that wasn’t the end of the world. Her parents were home, Hikaru was home at your place, and while the fun at the park a couple of weeks ago had been fun, it wasn’t the same. So you’d left it at a kiss with April at her car, then you’d driven Margot back to your building and she’d come to hang out with you and Hikaru for a couple more hours with a quiet night in.
What you hadn’t been able to do all day yesterday was deal with the fallout issue of what you’d found out abaout Hannah. Hikaru’s part of things somehow seemed more… innocent. A little more shocking that she’d done it - Hannah was way more of a risk taker than Hikaru - but she’d teamed up with April to do it, and she’d only flashed her boobs.
Well, ‘only’ was downplaying the moment a bit. Hikaru’s breasts, from what you’d seen, were pretty fucking amazing. Big, bouncy, with wide, pale and puffy areolas. They’d been in motion when it had happened so it wasn’t like you’d gotten a good, solid look, but ‘only her boobs’ felt like a slight to those things. But, in the context of what Hannah had done, it had been only boobs.
Not… so much more than that.
“Morning,” you said, heaving yourself up out of your chair at the coffee shop and giving Hannah a quick hug before she went over to the counter. Hikaru and Paula weren’t working that morning, so while you had a mild worry that one of the other regulars or the other baristas might overhear something or spread rumours about you having a tense conversation with Hannah, you also knew no one would be paying particular attention to you.
You settled back down into your seat, wrapping your hands around your cup of coffee, and glanced back over at Hannah again. She was dressed normally again - yoga pants and a thick-strapped athletic bra under a T-shirt with the arms cut off, along with a pair of beaten up sneakers. Running gear, probably, and since she wasn’t sweaty you assumed she was planning to go after you met coffee and not before.
Her ass looked good in those pants.
And that thought had you looking away, out the window. This was why you had to talk to her. Because Hannah had… changed things.
“So, I didn’t hear anything through the grapevine from Margot,” Hannah said as she slid into the seat across from you at the table, her iced coffee already perspiring in her hand. “I assume last night went good?”
“It was fine,” you said, trying not to sound too dour. “I was a little late, but April and Margot got along great.”
“Good,” Hannah smiled, but she must have caught something in your voice because her eyes narrowed slightly. “What’s up, then? We’re seeing each other at the gym later, and I figured we’d hang out like normal after that unless you had more plans with April?”
“I… We need to talk, Hannah,” you said. “About Thursday.”
She paled a little, but kept her face passive. “About dinner?” she asked, playing dumb. “I know you didn’t have a ton of options, but-”
“You know it wasn’t about dinner, Hans,” you sighed.
She pursed her lips, making a face that said she’d rather not have this conversation.
“I know you planned it,” you said bluntly.
She dropped the look, switching to chewing on the inside of her lip and looking for all the world like a little kid caught with their hand in the cookie jar, blushing hard. “OK, so maybe I did,” she said. “It was for a dare.”
“Hannah, you-” you cut yourself off, making sure your voice was low. “You flashed me, like, everything!”
“You literally saw everything when Margot did her dare, and you pulled her into your apartment,” Hannah defended herself. “I wasn’t naked.”
You looked at her, and she glared right back at you.
“What’s the big deal, Oliver?” Hannah asked. “Was I that gross?”
“I- No- That’s- You weren’t gross, Hannah,” you stammered. “You just- I mean-”
“What is it?” she asked. Demanded.
“I never thought about you like that,” you sighed. “I don’t know what to do with that, Hannah. That picture in my mind. You’re not that in my head, but now you are, and I don’t know what to do with it.”
Hannah swallowed hard, her face getting stony as she looked at you with a hard glare. Then she stood up, one hand holdiced coffee stiffly and the other planted on the table as she leaned in close, whispering harshly. “Maybe I just wanted you to see me as a woman for once, Oliver.”
She stormed out. Not with screaming, or stomping. She didn’t slam the door. But for you, it was a storm out. No hug. No goodbye. No plans already made.
Hannah didn’t even look back, and watching her through the window you saw her striding away quickly, and maybe she reached up and brushed something from her face.
Your heart feld dead, your guts were clenching, and your mouth was dry.
“Fuck,” you murmured to yourself, watching your best friend leave.
And the worst part was that, however much she’d meant what she said, you weren’t sure what she’d actually meant by it.
Chapter 72
“So what happened?” Hikaru asked as she sat down cross-legged on the couch. Margot took the spot across from her, sighing as she raised the fresh cup of coffee that Hikaru had greeted her at the door with and inhaled the strong smell.
They were both still in their PJs since it was a Sunday morning and neither of them had anything going on in partiuclar that day. Hikaru was wearing her sleep pants and an old anime shirt as usual, and Margot was wearing a pair of shorts that Hikaru would be embarrased to wear outside because they were so tight, along with a tanktop without a bra, her nipple bumps slightly visible. They hadn’t had a chance to follow-up the night before on Margot’s talk with April, so now that Ollie was out of the house it was the first chance they could talk openly.
“I think it went well,” Margot said, then took a sip of her coffee. “Oliver told you he showed up late, so I used that time to kind of plant some more seeds with April. I talked about the good and the bad stuff with my last relationship, and got her thinking about things. But, I mean, the big thing is that I kinda just put it on the table that if she was into a threesome with me and Ollie, I’d be down.”
“No,” Hikaru said, jaw dropping as she covered her mouth. “Really? No, you didn’t. You did? How? Just like-?”
Margot shrugged. “I told her that I wanted to treat Oliver the way he deserved to be treated, but I tried to make it clear that I wasn’t looking to step on her toes. I think she got it since she was normal for the rest of the night.”
“Oh my God,” Hikaru murmured, shaking her head. “I can’t believe you actually did that.”
“Girl, please,” Margot snorted. “You’ve done just as much stuff as I have.”
“I didn’t just tell a girl that I want to sleep with her boyfriend,” Hikaru deadpanned.
“Well, OK, I’ve gone that far,” Margot smirked.
“So do you think she’ll actually… do it? Or follow up?”
Shaking her head, Margot shrugged as she took another sip of her coffee. “I don’t know, Hikki. I really don’t. I hope so, because the other option is you trying to seduce April.”
The terrified look that Hikaru gave Margot made the older woman bark a laugh an almost spill her coffee.
- - - - -
“Wait, so- She totaly wants to bang him,” Zara said.
“I mean, maybe?” April sighed, flopping back onto her bed. They were technically on a FaceTime call, but April had her wireless earbuds in and Zara was currently doing a workout of a stationary bike, so neither of them were stuck to their phone. “She didn’t just say ‘I would like to fuck your boyfriend,’ but she did say that if I wanted to give Ollie another threesome sometime, she’d be interested.”
“Well, that totally means she wants to fuck your boyfriend,” Zara growled. April was just glad she wasn’t saying ‘our’ boyfriend.
“I don’t know,” April groaned. “She kinda made it clear she respected our relationship. She was like ‘If you two weren’t together and I didn’t think you were grat together, I’d do mor stuff with him,’ and her ton was like ‘But I do think that, and I wouldn’t ever try to hurt that.’”
“April,” Zara said. “She wants to fuck Oliver. Not doing it because he’s in a relationship is the bare fucking minimum. What if she decides you two aren’t great for each other after all? Is she gonna start putting moves on him then?”
“I fucking hope not,” April grumbled.
“Well, what are you gonna do?” Zara asked.
“I don’t knooow. What would you do?”
April knew that as soon as she asked that, she’d asked the wrong person.
“If it were me?” Zara laughed. “I’d either start working on Oliver to cut her out of his life, or I’d make her my bitch.”
“Why did I even ask?” April sighed.
“Because you needed me to give you your outside boundaries because I’m your crazy best friend,” Zara said, clearly smirking by the tone of her voice. “Now you can figure out what you’re going to do that’s much more reasonable.”
“I’m surprised murder wasn’t on the table,” April snorted.
“Margot’s too hot to murder,” Zara chuckled. “Seriously, though. I’m immediately like ‘What the fuck, bitch?’ and want her outta his life, but then I’m also like, ‘Can’t really blame her, can I?’ Like, babe, I didn’t start fucking you two for him, but I also understand why now. Why you’re with him. Why should would want to be with him. He’s… calming.’
“He tamed the wild firecrotch,” April grinned.
“Fuck off,” Zara snorted.
“Don’t think I didn’t notice you shaved it,” April said.
“I have a bikini shoot, I had to,” Zara said. “If you want me to grow it back I will. Full bush.”
“I liked it before, do that again,” April smirked. “Maybe we get you to grow it out for Christmas.”
“Nasty,” Zara laughed. “Let’s look at it from another direction, then.”
“You mean if I would bang Margot,” April guessed.
“It’s part of what she offered, right? A threesome, not like, ‘If you ever get tired and need a break, I’ll step in to be reamed senseless by his giant cock.’”
“I…” April hesitated. Before everything with Zara, she’d been a little bi-curious at best. She could find women attractive, but other than some silly kisses she’d never felt drawn to do more. Then everything with Zara did happen, and it turned out playing with a woman was a lot of fun - especially while Oliver was watching, or was also playing with one of them. Doing it with Zara had also been emotionally fulfilling for a whole different reason, but it had also been hot. Getting her pussy eaten by a woman, eating a pussy, playing with boobs. Hell, even just kissing or holding a woman while she was getting fucked by Oliver, getting overwhelmed by his giant cock and experiencing what she felt too, was…
And Margot was ridiculously hot. And very funny, and sweet.
“You kinda want to, you slut,” Zara snorted.
“Fuck off,” April said.
“Jesus, I sleep with you two times, and you turn into a bisexual freak,” Zara chuckled.
“I guess you’re not counting the phone sex then?”
“Hell no,” Zara said. “That’s fun, but it’s not sitting on your face or you sitting on mine.”
“It isn’t,” April agreed.
“So you know you could, or would, with Margot,” Zara prompted her. “But.”
“But,” April agreed.
There was a big But with a capital B there.
She sighed and shook her head. “Did I tell you that part of figuring out stuff about you was me deciding if I would be OK with Ollie sleeping with Hannah?”
“No,” Zara said. “That- Why?”
“Because she’s his best friend,” April said, sitting up and looking over at her phone on her desk. Zara was still pedalling on her bike but looked like she was taking it easy, focusing on her screen on her end of the call. “If you and I are fucking, and we’re fucking him together, it would by hypocritical if I wasn’t OK with him theoretically doing stuff with Hannah.”
“Yeah, except girls are differnt from guys,” Zara said. “They get attached.”
“Hannah is a girl,” April snorted. “You got attached.”
“I- Well-” Zara stammered, then let out an annoyed grunt.
“Margot isn’t his best friend, but she’s close,” April said.
“Are you gonna get him to start fucking… I dunno, Jane?” Zara asked. “If Margot starts sleeping with him too? And Hannah?”
“Hannah’s not doing anything with him,” April said.
“She flashed him,” Zara pointed out.
“As a dare, and a prank,” April countered.
“April, my sweet, beautiful, dumb as a sack of rocks bestie,” Zara said. “Have you ever known anyone who would flash her downstairs to a guy, maybe especially a guy she’s friends with, for a dare or a prank?”
April opened her mouth but then had to close it again. Her immediate answer after last weekend would have been Margot, except now Margot had told her that she wanted to sleep with Oliver. She hadn’t done the streaking dare without liking him.
“No,” April said quietly.
“Maybe, maybe, Hannah is just that kinda rowdy girl,” Zara said. “But maybe she’s having some sudden realisation that she’s always wanted to fuck her best friend too. It’s going around, apparently.”
Yeah, apparently, April thought, but kept her mouth shut. She’d been putting together some pieces and was starting to realise Zara had probably been wanting the thing between them longer than even Zara probably knew.
“If you do a threesome with Margot, and Hannah finds out, she might decide she wants in, too,” Zara said. “Then you’re dealing with four of us all wanting Ollie’s cock, and threesomes.”
“Well, at least Oliver,” April said. “Hannah has given any signs of being into women.”
“Whatever,” Zara said. “Just remember if you let one in, you’ll probably cause shit with the other. There is some good news though.”
“What’s that?”
“You don’t have to worry about Hikaru joining the end of the line,” Zara smirked. “That girl would be mortified for anyone to know she liked a boy, let alone Oliver.”
“True,” April snorted, grinning and smirking. “So true.”
- - - - -
“Oh fuck, Oliver,” Hikaru moaned into her pillow, gyrating her hips as she worked the dildo into her sodden snatch while laying in bed. Margot had left to go get ready for the day, and they were going to meet up and Hikaru would ride out with her to the stables to help Margot take care of her horse.
They were meeting in an hour though, and Hikaru had showered the night before and would need to shower again after coming back from the stables so she didn’t smell like horse barn. That gave her some extra time in the hour they’d planned, and since Ollie hadn’t come home yet…
“Oliver,” she whimpered, griding her clit on the balls at the base of the dildo.
He was bigger than this, she knew, but she was just practising.
- - - - -
Hannah eased herself into her tub with a heavy groan.
She’d gone a little too hard.
But she’d been so fucking… mad? Embarrassed? Rage-ashamed? She’d been so emotional after her talk with Oliver that morning. She’d drank her entire iced coffee way too quickly, and then started running. For too long, too hard. She needd to try and figure out the route she took and how far it had been because she might have done a half marathon, and she wasn’t a runner.
Her feet hurt. Her shins hurt. She was exhausted, and sticky with sweat, and felt swollen and empty at the same time.
Her ass settled on the bottom of the tub, the salt bath she’d taken the time to prep oozing into her pores, and she let out a long sigh that she hated turned into a sob.
And then she was sniffling and crying. Not because she regretted what she’d said to him, or what she’d done. She was just embarrassed to be so emotional. To rip away that last layr of skin between him and her beating heart. That last little layer that had been protecting her raw self from the one person who knew her the best.
She regretted not figuring it out sooner. Before she pushed him to try that stupid dating app.
She regretted not making it even more plain to him, too. She couldn’t remember what exactly she’d said, but it hadn’t been, ‘I love you and want to be your girlfriend.’ That would have been clear for him. Even if it would have made her a bad person because she’d be sabotaging April. Except now she was doing that anyway, just like scaredy cat.
Hannah sniffed hard, then dunked her head under the water and held it here, scrubbing her face and scalp with her hands, before coming back up and gasping for air. Then she grabbed a towel, wiped off her hands and forearms, and reached for her phone.
She wanted to text him what she’d meant. Or call him.
She bitched out and texted him a workout for him to do. He needed to get used to getting more steps in anyway, and it was good to get variety and not just hit the gym all the time. She cancelled meeting up with him later that day, but promised they’d resume on Tuesday as planned.
And she dropped the phone outside the tub and then sunk back into the water, wallowing in her self pity.
Chapter 73
“Hi.”
Margot turned in surprise at the voice behind her. She was busy stocking shelves at the University library and the place was pretty dead - with it being summer, and the majority of students gone for the year, there wasn’t a whole lot going on in general. Considering almost everyone worked from digital texts now, the actual stacks of the library got a lot more use throughout the year for conversations and 19-year-olds making out than they did for their books. That meant that the half-full cart Margot was pushing around were all the misplaced or returned books that had been gathered since Friday morning, all through the weekend, and half of Monday.
“April,” Margot said in surprise. “Um, hi. What are you doing here?”
The library was technically open to the public, you just couldn’t log onto a computer, the wifi, use the photocopiers, or take out a book without being faculty or a student.
“Hikaru told me that you were working today, so I came to talk,” April said. She was dressed down, wearing a baggy white T-shirt with a huge black print of a face on it that said, ‘You’re tearing me apart, Lisa!’ on the bottom, along with cream coloured capri pants and sandles. Margot was a little jealous - the uniform policy for the library staff required full pants and either a polo or a button-own shirt due to some past generation of student-workers getting a little frisky with their choice of work clothes. Margot didn’t mind wearing pants - a pair of black jeans looked dressy-ish and were just as comfortable as her usual blues - but polos never sat nicely on her and it was too warm for full-lenth sleeves on blouses. She’d decided on the polo for the day, and seeing April made her consider sending an Email to her manager again about getting an exemption so could wear some of her short-sleeve riding blouses.
“Oh, that’s- OK,” Margot said. “Can we walk and talk while I take care of this, or should I go take a break?”
April leaned back out of the end of the stacks and looked around the thrid floor of the library - no one was in sight. “We can probably just walk and talk,” she said.
“OK, works for me,” Margot shrugged, trying to play it casual. “I’m headed this way next.”
Margot felt anything but casual. The rest of the board game hangout night had gone great, but there was only one reason April would come looking for her in person like this when they had already traded phone numbers.
“So, I’ve been doing a lot of thinking about what you said,” April started off as she followed Margot two rows over.
“What I said,” Margot repeated.
“About you- how did you put it? You realised that he deserved to be treated like he treats you and his other friends. And that if I wanted, you would be in for a threesome.”
“I… did say that, yeah,” Margot nodded. “And it’s true.”
“Are you trying to steal Ollie out from under me?”
Margot stopped and grimaced over at the other woman. “No, April,” she said sincerely. “I’m- Fuck, no. I’m not that kind of person.”
“But you’d fuck him,” April said. “You’d get naked for him, and you’d fuck him, right? Because you think he deserves it.”
“I- That makes it sound…” Margot started, then huffed a sigh and straightened her shoulders. Nothing to it but to do it. “Hannah is his best friend, April, but he’s my best friend. I didn’t realise that until he started dating you and stuff started to change from routine, which is my fault for not recognising how amazing a man he is despite his one glaring thing.”
“His weight,” April guessed.
“Yeah, his weight,” Margot agreed. “I don’t know about you, and it was always rude to ask before now, but I’m just trying to be straight up - his weight made me categorise him out of the Romantic Interest department. I don’t need a guy to be ripped, or even all that fit. It doesn’t hurt, but it’s not something I’ve been looking for. Oliver has all the other qualities that I do look for though, except he isn’t just ‘not fit,’ and he hasn’t shown any drive to fix that until he met you. Just- just knowing that he’s trying is a big deal. And so is the fact that he’s kind of more woken up to being a man. Someone who wants a relationship, who wants a woman. Who wants sex. You gave that to him somehow in a way I couldn’t, so I fucking love you for that for him. I honestly would have said Oliver was Asexual before he met you, just totally uninterested, and that kinda cemented him in the Friend Zone for me. But now he’s, I dunno, woken up. He’s trying. He’s still the same amazing man, and friend, but he’s also trying.”
April looked like she was chewing on her tongue as she processed what Margot had said, and the blonde didn’t start moving again. This wasn’t a walk-and-talk conversation. So Margot just waited, nervously. Feeling exposed more than she had walking down the corridor of their apartment building buck ass naked.
“All of that,” April eventually said. “It sounds more like you want him for yourself, not just to ‘treat him well’ or whatever.”
Margot inhaled deeply, trying to decide how far she wanted to go with this. April was a smart girl, and she was right. But was now the time to own that? For herself, and for Hikki?
“In a perfect world?” Margot mused. “Sure, I would want to be the one dating him. But the world ain’t perfect. In a perfect world you two would still have met, and be amazing friends, and you and Zara could have connected how you have without him, and Hannah and Hikaru would find partners for themselves too, and we’d all be this amazing sitcom-worthy friend group. Instead, you met him. I can’t change that, and I wouldn’t want to change that. So, since I know you play well with at least one other woman, I told you I was interested. I am interested.”
It was April’s turn to huff out a breath, then suck in another big one.
“Just because I’ve had a threesome with him, doesn’t mean I’m a slut just trying to…”
“Trying to turn him into a manslut?” Margot smirked.
“I guess,” April snorted. Then she rolled her eyes and let out another sigh. “I’m out of town for a job from Wednesday to the end of the week, back on Saturday morning. If you can keep your hands off of him until then, Saturday night is close enough to our one-month anniversary that I want to take him out, and then instead of going back to his place, we can go to yours as a surprise.”
Margot found herself speechless.
“Yes?” April asked after a moment. “Thank you, April, for agreeing to take a risk and let me fuck your boyfriend?”
“Um,” Margot said, then shook her head sharply before wrapping April into a hug that pulled the shorter woman against her breasts. “Thank you, April,” she said. “You won’t regret it, I promise.”
“I better not,” April grumbled, then hugged her back. “And you better break out all the tricks for him. Go full rodeo cowgirl.”
“I’ll ride him like a fucking bull,” Margot laughed.
Then they both jumped as a cough echoed behind them. When they whipped around there was a sheepish looking, bespectacled string bean of a Grad student holding a stack of books. “Um,” he said, clearly having heard a significant amount of their conversation from the flush to his face. “Could I give these to you, or…?”
Chapter 74
The look on Hannah’s face as you found her on the bench in the park was one of stubborn embarrassment.
This wasn’t the longest you’d gone without talking to her, but it was close, and two of the three other times had been because of family vacations and the last one because she’d dropped her phone in a toilet while on a sports tournament trip in high school. You’d last heard from her just after lunch on Sunday, which had been her cancelling your gym session and giving you a different routine to follow, and then a couple of hours ago while you’d been at work. ‘Lunch @ Park. Usual place?’
You sat down next to her on the bench that overlooked the pond once she’d moved her backpack - if she hadn’t blocked the seat, someone else would have tried to take it even though she was already sitting there. The park was nicely located in downtown and lots of people came pouring out of the office buildings to take a breather from corporate stagnation when the weather was good. The only reason the two of you even had a ‘regular place’ was because she could get there a half hour early, working her irregular hours.
“Hey,” you said, breaking the ice.
“Hi,” she said with a mild grimace. Then she opened her backpack and pulled out the cooler that fit inside it, and she opend that up next to pull out a pair of decked out salads, each with what looked like a large grilled chicken breast diced up on top of it. “Here,” she said, handing it over and then reaching back into the cooler and pulling out a bottle of the salad dressing she’d apped for your diet, along with a bottle of Coke Zero.
“Thanks,” you said, accepting the salad and the two bottle, but not opening them yet. You waited for her to put the cooler back in backpack, then zip the backpack up and stow it under the bench, and then sit back and look at you with that same stubborn, pensive expression.
You’d had two days to think about what she’d said, and you still weren’t sure what to do with it.
“I’m sorry,” Hannah said.
You repressed the urge to say, ‘I know.’
“I’m sorry,” she repeated herself with more emphasis.
“Hannah,” you said. “I- I don’t know that you need to be sorry.”
That took her by surprise, which was good because it also took you by surprise.
“I don’t?” she asked.
“Well, I mean, you can be sorry for taking things too far,” you said, hedging a little. “But you don’t need to be sorry about what… you said.”
“Oh,” she said, trying to process that.
You both sat there in silence for a long minute.
“I’m sorry too, by the way,” you said. “For not… treating you like a woman, I guess?”
“You treat me just fine, Ollie,” Hannah said, letting out her breath hard and her shoulders slumping a little. “I just- We’ve- Well- OK, look. I’m just-”
“Do you wanna eat first, then talk about it?” you offered.
“God, yes,” Hannah sighed.
You both cracked open the home madesalads she’d made, and you found that under the chicken she’d lightly sprinkled homemade bacon bits, and a sliced hard boiled egg.
“M’you need more protein on workout days,” she mumbled around her mouthful.
The two of you got about haflway through your salads before you slowed, and Hannah set hers down on her lap as she looked over to you again. “I wish you looked at me the way you look at April,” she admitted once she knew you were paying attention. “I’m jealous, I guess. Of… the fact that you’re mine, but not your not mine. And now you look at her more, I dunno, intently than you do me. Like, me and Margot? I was always ‘first,’ at least in my head. Not, like, consciously thinking it, but sort of just… it was a thing. Same with Hikaru. Neither of them getting more into your life made me feel like the way we were together diminished at all. They added. But April, she’s adding so much to your life, Ollie. In ways that we never, well, yeah. And when you look at her, I can see how much you love her, and I’m jealous of that. Of feeling like I’m not enough for you anymore, which is totally unfair to you, her or me. I just- When I decided to go through with that dare, I just thought it was a way for you to maybe look at me the same way. To remind you that I’m… here. Too. Sort of.”
“You guess?” you murmured.
“I guess,” she smirked.
You sighed, breathing slowly, and shook your head lightly. “You feel like my relationship with April… diminishes ours?”
“It doesn’t, I know that,” Hannah said. “I just feel that way. And I did something stupid to try and get a reaction out of you.”
“Well, I guess you got one,” you said.
Hannah blushed and nodded.
“So… no more flashing me?”
“Not unless it’s a dare, and I don’t think we’re playing that game again any time soon,” Hannah smirked a little. “And even then, only if someone else does it with me, that way I’m not the only one going overboard.”
You snorted softly, shaking your head and groaning. The problem you couldn’t bring up was that something in you, way down deep, wanted to see Hannah bent over like that again. Even that morning at the coffee shop, you coudn’t stop seeing that she was… a woman. A pretty, cute, sexy woman with great legs and a tight bum and a figure that you wanted to wrap your hands around and lift her up so you could throw her onto a-
“Maybe we should put a ban on Truth or Dare games,” you said. “They might cause more trouble than they’re worth?”
“Maybe,” she said, blushing again. “So…”
“We’re good, Hannah,” you said, reaching over and taking her hand. She gave it, and you both squeezed at the same time. “And I’m sorry that my relationship with April made you feel… bad. At all.”
“That’s on me, not on you,” Hannah shook her head. “I’ll love you know matter who you’re with, and I know you’ll love me the same. I just need to… figure out some shit, I guess.”
“Thanks for making the salad palatable,” you teased her a little.
“You need the energy,” Hannah smirked. “You did the workout on Sunday still, right?”
“I did,” you said, narrowing your eyes slightly, a little afraid of where this was going.
“Good,” Hannah nodded approvingly. “Then we can go hard tonight. You’ve had four days of rest, basically.”
You groaned, and Hannah grinned encouragingly.
Chapter 75
“Come on, Ollie, come on. Gimme two more,” Hannah cheered you on.
You squeezed your eyes shut as you grunted hard. Not from the pain, not from the exertion. Your whole body felt like it was trembling as you pushed. Well, not just from those things.
The barbell raised up, inch by inch, until your arms were almost locked straight.
“Now back down slowly. Slowly, Ollie. Yeah, like that. Just like that.”
The reason you squeezed your eyes shut was because Hannah’s way of cheering you on as your personal trainer was entirely innocent, but also sound kinda sexual. And as she was standing behind your head as you were laying down on a low bench, hovering over you to help guide your attempts at a bench press, her crotch was just kind of… right there. Her tight black exercise shorts snuggled up tight, showing the V where her legs tapered down towards her groin.
“Niiice, Ollie. Now give it to me hard, push hard, this is your last one. Make it count!” Hannah coached you.
If you didn’t feel like you were about to explode in about five different directions from the pressure of the exercise, you were worried you would have started to get hard. As it was, you almost felt lucky that your cardiovascular system had more things going on than pumping blood into your cock.
- - - - -
“See? More like this,” Hannah said, her heels raised slightly and her back arching just a little as she lowered down into a squat. She gestured at the angle of her hips and then at her shoulders. “You should stay relatively parallel, so you don’t need to focus on that. Think more about the angles, and keeping your shoulders back.”
“OK,” you panted, still dripping sweat from your last exercise.
Your eyes didn’t leave Hannah. Hopefully she didn’t notice that really, your eyes weren’t leaving her ass. At least not longer than for a few seconds as she did her example squats.
A gulp, and swallowing hard to try and get the sticky feeling out of your mouth, helped tear your eyes away from your best friend’s booty as she energetically popped back up to standing, her cheeks bouncing a little before she turned around.
“Ready to give it a try?” she asked.
“Whatever you say, boss,” you said heavily, making her grin.
She stepped in front of you, offering you her hands to help you balance, and then you entered Pain Town again.
- - - - -
“Holy mother of Jesus!”
You looked over at the guy. He looked over at you, eyes going down, then up, then down, then up.
It was the first time you’d decided to shower at the gym. You felt like maybe Hannah had tried to murder you, and if you had walked home you might have become a puddle on the sidewalk, evaporating into the evening heat. So you’d faced your fears, stripped down in a locker room for the first time since you were in Grade 9 and suffered significant social trauma due to your already hefty weight and the cruelty of adolescents, and gone into the showers.
Nothing had gone wrong. You soaped quickly, sluiced the sweat off your body, and even found it kind of pleasant to feel so clean right after a workout.
Then you’d gone back to your locker, towel wrapped around your waist, and gotten your clothes out of your gym bag.
You hadn’t noticed that someone else had entered the locker room and was busy stripping down to take their own shower.
He was big in the opposite way you were. Taller by a couple of inches, heavily muscled in a way you couldn’t dream of attaining, and standing just as naked as you were you were both holding your towels in one hand and your underwear in the other.
Panic seized your chest. Anxiety spiked hard.
“Sorry,” the guy said, eyes darting one more time downward, then away. “Uh, sorry, dude. I- I mean, congratulations?” He shoved his underwear into his locker, closed it, and scampered towards the shower stalls.
You watched him go, then looked down past your belly to your soft, dangling cock.
OK. It had been a long time since you’d have a comparison like that.
You were pretty fucking big.
And he’d… congratulated you.
“Weird,” you muttered, shaking your head as you quickly pulled on your boxers.
- - - - -
“Hey, yo,” the guy said, catching your attention. And surprising you as he made the universal ‘Yo, dude’ raised hand to grab yours in greeting. You did it automatically, and he even pulled you in to bump his shoulder with yours in that way that guys did.
Not guys you knew, but guys.
“Sorry about that in there man,” he said. “Totally didn’t mean to make you feel weird. I just- I mean, I’ve been in locker rooms all my life and- I mean, I guess you probably know. But yeah, sorry about that dude. I hope I didn’t make you feel uncomfortable.”
“Um, uh, it’s all, uh, good,” you said, not sure how to react to him. A jock, a lifelong jock, was… being nice to you? In a gym?
“Hey man, by the way, you’re doing great work,” he said, giving your hand another congratulatory clap. “I noticed you getting coached. That’s awesome, dude. Way to go.”
“Thanks,” you said. “Have, uh, a good workout. Man.”
“See you around,” he said, giving you another hand clap, and one on your shoulder, before turning and heading into the gym proper.
You’d been waiting for Hannah out in the lobby since you were going to walk back to your neighbourhood together.
She found you, still standing there, and gave you a look. “You OK?” she asked.
“Hmm?” you hummed, shocked out of your confused reverie.
“You look like you saw a ghost or something,” she said.
“I- Well, this guy saw me in the locker room and it kinda got weird for a second,” you said.
The immediate rage in Hannah’s eyes was almost as shocking as the encounter you’d just had. “Someone was getting weird with you in the locker room?” she hissed. “Is he still in there? Is he out in the gym now? I’ll fucking-”
“No, Hannah,” you said, quickly putting your hands on her shoulders and trying to calm her down. “Not weird like that, weird like…”
“Like what?” she asked, slowly cooling off and looking at you just a little confused.
“Well, he saw my… y’know,” you said, feeling heat rising to your cheeks. “And he was shocked. And apologised for staring. And, uh, congratulated me.”
Hannah’s eyebrows rose up and she rolled both her lips in and bit them to stop from giggling.
“Then he caught me out here and apologised again, and told me I was doing good work,” you said.
Hannah let out one laughing exhale, and one little snicker, as she grinned. “Oliver,” she asked. “Did you just make your first gym bro? And it started because of your giant cock?”
- - - - -
“Oh, fuck, baby. God, stretch my cunt like that. Fuck, Ollie, God, Come on a slam, and welcome to the Jam.”
That last part made you stop and start laughing, hugging April tight as you held her from behind, your cock about three-quarter of the way in her. Started snickering as well, though it was interrupted my her moans.
Hikaru was over hanging out with Margot so that you had the apartment to yourselves, since April was leaving for a few days and the two of you wanted some alone time.
“Space Jam?” you asked her, sg your hand up from her stomach to her tits and hefting them with overflowing handfuls. “Really?”
“It just came to mind,” she chuckled, then wiggled her ass in a circle as she tried to screw you into her a little deeper.
“No way,” you said, leaning down to kiss her shoulder. You were both standing off the side of your bed, her hips pressed to the edge of the mattress. “You thought of that days ago, didn’t you?”
“Maybe,” she smirked over her shoulder, pulling your face more up to hers so she could kiss you. Then she pulled away and leaned back down until her chest was pressed to the bed, her smooth, naked back arched and her ass pressed firmly to your hips. “So?” she asked. “Are you gonna slam me or what?”
You snorted and then brought a hand down on the outer curve of her ass, giving her meaty butt a good spank.
“Mmm, not the kind of slam I was thinking off,” she smirked over her shoulder at you. “But I’ll take both.”
You rolled your eyes and grabbed her by the hips, pushing a little deeper into her, then pulling out until the head of your cock was just cresting outside her stretch labia.
“God, April,” you groaned, pushing in just an inch, watching her cunt swallow your cock. “You’re the most amazing woman ever.”
“Oh, fuck, baby,” she shuddered. “Do that more. God, that feels good. Just fuck my hole like that.” She pressed one hand down under her, fingers questing until they found her little clit hood and she started with diddle that as you pumped the head of your cock in and out of her.
You lost yourself to the sex, and it was an amazing feeling. There was no care about what was happening outsidee your bedroom. No worry about how you looked in front of other people, or to April. Your entire world circled down into that connection between the two of you. Cock in cunt, hands on hips or ass. Eyes wandering lustfully.
Without her asking, you changed things up, suddenly throwing in a long, deep thrust that delved so far into her that a guttural moan was pushed out of her as her ass crushed against your elvis and your cock nudged the upper limits of her vagina. Then you pulled back out and went back to what you had just been doing, fucking her with just the head of your cock.
“Oh, fuck,” April wheezed. “You bastard. You magnificent bastard. God, I thought I could feel you in my stomach. In my heart! Fuck, Ollie, just fucking use me and fill me up, and I’ll be a happy woman. God, I just want this to go on forever.”
“It can,” you promised her. “It will.” You were sweating from your concentration, and you could feel that tingle deep in your balls that was a warning you were going to give her just what she wanted.
And you knew that woudn’t be the end. She would want more, and so would you. And you had all night.
Comments
BreaktheBar
I met him once, and have a signed c
Spacecadet5380
Love the slow burn of your stories. I know were getting close but your build up is outstanding
Nick J
If this were star rated, you'd get 5 just for the Tommy Wiseau reference lol
