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Unexpected Affections Ch. 94-96
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Chapter 94
Hikaru swallowed hard, pacing around the living room of the apartment. She had her latest anime show, No Dragon, No Fire, up on the TV, but it had been paused for a good fifteen minutes. Focusing on a story about a princess attempting to bring fire back to the world by seeking out the last dragon usually wasn’t a problem for her, even if it was a little silly. She loved the stories that were more wonky and silly, especially when their art style matched the vibe of the show.
Today was not a day that she could focus on silly, though.
Margot was out on a date with Oliver and April, and as long as nothing went wrong, they would be going back to Margot’s and having another threesome. Oliver’s hands would be all over them. His penis would be in their mouths, in between their breasts, inside them. His lips would kiss them all over, and theirs would be on him.
Hikaru started pacing again, trying not to fall down a rabbit hole of imagination. Margot had given her so many details of the last threesome, and Hikaru had spent almost every night that week touching herself at night to those details. Her friend’s description of it had been brutal, and magical.
“On our way up. Soon.”
Hikaru swallowed hard when she got the text from Margot.
She’d already decided she couldn’t go through with Plan B tonight. Margot was still going to make sure to leave the bedroom door open over in her apartment, so if Hikaru decided to sneak over and take a peek, she could.
God, the idea of watching them made her nipples hard and her pussy feel tingly.
But she couldn’t. Not tonight. Not yet.
Margot’s plan could work, but she needed more time to build up the nerve.
About fifteen minutes later, and after only five minutes of No Dragon, No Fire, Hikaru wandered into her bedroom and swallowed hard again.
She could hear the moans, just like her and Margot had tested.
Hikaru’s bedroom backed onto Margot’s extra bedroom, and after last week, Margot had come up with the idea that the threesome could happen in there instead of in her primary bed. It served a double purpose - first, it meant that the three of them could go to sleep in Margot’s bed without needing to clean it up when they were dead tired. Second, Hikaru could listen in. Testing if it would work had been a silly afternoon while Ollie was at work, Margot and Hikaru fake moaning back and forth to see how loud they would need to be to be heard. A regular conversational tone was completely unheard, but a little louder than that and it was only muffled. A full shout and they could tell what they were saying, even if it was still muffled.
Hikaru hesitated, biting her lip hard as she stared at the wall like she had X-Ray vision, trying to imagine what was going on just a few feet away. Were Margot and April on their knees for Oliver, sucking on him? Was he already inside one of them, driving himself into her over and over?
Breathing deeply, Hikaru blushed at her own physical feelings and quickly stripped off her shirt and bra, then climbed up onto her bed and yanked off her shorts and panties as well. Completely naked except for socks, she wriggled across the bed until she was pressed right up against the wall, getting the most sound she could. And then she ran her fingers over her stomach, slowly moving them apart, one hand headed up to her breasts and the other headed down towards her mound.
Teasing the lower curves of her breasts and running her fingers through her pubic hair, Hikaru closed her eyes and tried to figure out whose moans were whose. Was April the higher one, or was that Margot? Was that Oliver moaning deeply, or was she imagining that?
She let her fingers climb higher, circling her areolas, feeling the tickling tingle as her nipples stiffened completely. She sucked in a sharp breath when she flicked her finger over the left one, then tapped it and teased it some more. Would Oliver be light and gentle with her nipples, or would he be rough with them?
He’d be whatever felt best for her, obviously.
Margot said he was a very conscientious lover.
Moving over to start teasing her other nipple, Hikaru closed her eyes and focused on the moans some more. Every once in a while she could hear actual talking, but not what they were saying. What naughty things were they discussing? Were they calling each other dirty nicknames? Was Oliver telling them what he loved about their bodies, and how good they made him feel? Were they telling him everything he deserved to hear?
Her fingers dipped lower, leaving her pubic hair and sliding down over her labia. She’d started to fastidiously keep them completely shaved smooth now, since sleeping with Oliver was… Maybe it would happen, maybe it wouldn’t. But if it did, she wanted to be ready, and even girls with pubic hair in porn kept their lips bare. All the better for Oliver to lick her, and tease her, and-
She sucked in a soft breath as she teased two fingers around her entrance. Not nearly as thick as he would be, but it still felt good.
She whimpered softly, and one of the girls next door moaned louder at the same time, making Hikaru grin.
“Soon,” she whispered, and bit her lip again.
For now, she could make do with this. God, she was horny.”
- - - - -
Stomping in heels wasn’t easy, but Hannah managed it as she strutted angrily into the building lobby and over towards the elevators.
What a fucking dickhead.
Feeling frustrated and guilty the night before after she’d fucked herself with her biggest dildo, imagining once again that she was hooking up with Oliver like she should have years ago, Hannah had gotten back on her preferred dating app and started swiping. She probably could have called up Jacques, and he’d have had a date ready to go, but she really couldn’t go on a date with anyone from work. First, because as soon as she went on one, more guys would think they should be able to take her out as well. Second, because even if she and Jacques had a good time, and hell, even if they ended up falling into bed together for the night, he wasn’t Oliver. He didn't measure up to Ollie, no matter how good a guy he was. And she didn’t want to do that to Jacques.
So she’d swiped right on some guys, and chatted with the ones who weren’t fucking weird immediately, and she’d set up a date. She’d gotten all dolled up, and dressed in a little black dress that showed off her legs, ass and back, and she’d put on these fucking heels, and she’d gone out.
Hannah looked hot as fuck, and even if she had mediocre hopes for the random date, at least she’d be distracted for a few hours and feel hot, right?
Wrong.
Well, she still felt hot, but the rest of it was a fucking mess.
When she got to the restaurant, the guy was maybe seven or eight years older than his pictures looked, he’d shaved his beard which he kind of needed, and his hairline had crept back several inches. Those things by themselves weren’t awful - he still looked OK - but hiding them behind old photos was gross. And that wasn’t even the worst thing.
He was there with his girlfriend. They were looking to hook up with a unicorn.
And, to be frank, the girlfriend wasn’t exactly someone who inspired bi-curious thoughts in Hannah. She’d tried, but she was still…
But, for some reason, they thought it was normal to surprise a girl with all of this. And that she should sit down, let them buy her dinner, and hear them out. They’d have a great time.
And then, when she told them she wasn’t interested, they’d gotten extra-shitty, telling her she was bigoted, that she was ‘mid’ anyway and looked like a man. That they just wanted to make her year and let her watch them, since neither of them actually wanted to sleep with her. It was all bullshit, and Hannah had laughed in their faces before walking away, but it still hurt.
So she was doing something that was probably a bad idea, but she didn’t care right now. She just wanted to feel pretty and appreciated, so she was going to Oliver’s. Sure, she couldn’t actually do what she wanted and climb him like a tree while wearing a sexy little black dress like this, but that was fine. She could get a big hug from him, and he’d make her feel special even if it wasn’t with his gigantic cock.
The elevator ride felt longer than usual, and she ended up taking off her heels since she didn’t need to care about how they made her ass look or how they helped her with a bit more height. Not that she didn’t want Ollie to appreciate her ass, but he was just him and wouldn’t look anyway.
Walking down the corridor on his floor, she fished her keys out of her purse and found the one to his apartment, keying herself in without even knocking, as was usual.
“Hey, it’s me,” she called as she entered. “I need a fucking hug.”
She closed the door and locked it, then set her heels down neatly in between a pair of Ollie’s big walking sneakers and Hikaru’s work shoes. His sneakers were starting to look properly worn in and used, which was a good sign that he was keeping up with her exercise suggestions for his non-gym days. Standing, she quickly looked in the mirror and fixed a couple of strands of hair that had come out of place, then quirked her lips to the side and sighed.
“I am hot, and I don’t look like a fucking man,” she murmured to herself. She really didn’t; she knew that, but it still hurt.
Feet padding on the hardwood floor, she wandered deeper into the apartment. “Oliver?” she called. The lights were on, so someone was home, but usually he would have called a hello back by now.
“Hey,” Hikaru said, coming around the corner from the kitchen area. She looked flushed a little, and was wearing a cute crop top and a pair of shorts, her ridiculously long legs smooth and bare down to her toes. God, she was a tall drink of water, and Hannah would have killed for a chance to train her. “Ollie’s, um, out on a date with April. You look really nice, what’s going on? Why do you need a hug?”
Hikaru came forward, a sweet, concerned frown on her face as she reached out for Hannah, and Hannah decided that even if Ollie was out on a date with April on Friday night and she should have realised he would be, that was OK. She crashed into Hikaru, hugging her back.
“Shitty date,” she grumbled, hugging the taller girl tightly.
“Oh, no,” Hikaru groaned in commiseration, hugging her back just as firmly. “What kind of dickhead could do that badly when you’re looking so gorgeous?”
“You have no idea,” Hannah groaned, shifting from her cheek pressing against Hikaru’s soft bosom to look up into her face. That shift dragged Hikaru’s crop top up a little by accident, and Hannah was surprised when the half-Japanese girl’s boob popped out the bottom.
“Oops!” Hikaru said, blushing furiously as she pulled down her shirt.
“Sorry,” Hannah said quickly, then started giggling. “Sorry!’ she managed again.
“It’s OK, I should wear something under this,” Hikaru giggled with her, obviously embarrassed.
“I was gonna say, ballsy move walking around with tits like yours so close to freedom,” Hannah grinned, stepping back from their hug to give Hikki some space. She grabbed her own small chest through her dress. “I could probably manage it, but you? Aren’t you worried about Ollie getting poked in the eye accidentally by a rogue nipple?”
Hikaru covered her mouth as she snorted and kept laughing. “He’s not home,” she answered. “Not that he hasn’t seen them now, I guess.”
“True,” Hannah kept laughing. “Maybe I should start wearing skirts around him more often just so he’s scared I’m gonna flash him again, too. Keep him on his toes.”
“He’d die,” Hikki grinned, then nodded deeper into the apartment. “Come on, come tell me about your awful date, and I’ll tell you about the guy who got banned from the coffee shop while trying to ask me out.”
“What?” Hannah asked in shock, taking the lead and walking deeper into the apartment. “OK, this sounds like girl talk night all of a sudden, and I’m so down. Do you wanna order a pizza or something? I didn’t even get dinner during my Date from Hell. And should we call Margot over, make it a real girl’s night?” She headed towards Hikaru’s bedroom, figuring that girl talk was a good reason to go full Slumber Party mode instead of hanging out in the nerd-vana that was Ollie’s living room.
“Oh, um,” Hikaru said quickly. “Uh, she’s uh, actually, uh, on a date tonight too…”
“Oh, really?” Hannah asked, stopping in Hikaru’s bedroom doorway. “I wish she told me. Is it serious? I was thinking of setting her up with a… guy…”
Hannah trailed off as she heard something behind her. Muffled, but still pretty easily distinguishable. She turned and looked across Hikaru’s bedroom at the far wall, where the moaning was coming from. Sex moans.
It took her a good three seconds of shock to do the calculations and realise that it was coming from Margot’s apartment.
She turned, wide-eyed, and looked at Hikaru, who was blushing with eyes just as wide as Hannah’s.
“Wow,” Hannah said, starting to snicker. “I guess Margot’s date is going a lot better than mine was.”
Hikaru rolled her lips in and bit them, nodding as she kept blushing.
Hannah started to snicker harder, listening to the moans. Damn, Margot was loud in bed.
“Stop listening, come on,” Hikaru giggled, grabbing Hannah’s hand and pulling her towards the living room.
“Did you get a look at the guy?” Hannah asked. “Like down the hallway? I totally would have tried to catch a peek.”
“She told me she was going on a date,” Hikaru shrugged. “I didn’t try to peek.”
“You totally should have peeked,” Hannah laughed, flopping down onto the big couch in her usual spot, and Hikaru took hers. Then Hannah had to squirm a bit, making sure her dress didn’t ride up too far. She hadn’t been planning to hook up with the guy even if he hadn’t turned out to be like he was, but she’d still wanted to feel sexy, so she’d worn a thong with the short dress, and now she didn’t want to go flashing Hikki.
“That would be so wrong,” Hikaru said, then looked around. “Hold on, we should order pizza. Let me go grab my phone.” She got up and headed back towards her room.
“Make sure you plug your ears,” Hannah teased, then sighed. “Can I borrow a pair of shorts?”
“Sure,” Hikaru called, and came back out a moment later with her phone in one hand and a pair of cotton shorts in the other. “I think these should fit your butt, right? Mine’s so skinny.”
“They should work,” Hanna nodded, catching the tossed garment, and she pulled them on and adjusted her dress over them while Hikaru started to open up the online order form for the place they usually used. “Order enough for Margot, Ollie and April,” Hannah suggested. “Actually, should we head to my place? If Ollie and April come back here?”
“Um,” Hikaru said, blushing again. “That, um, makes sense, I guess. Sure. Let me get changed.”
“Just throw on a sweater for walking over,” Hannah suggested, standing up and stretching. “I don’t care if your titties are popping out over at my place. And grab a movie you want to watch. Something sappy or funny. We can bemoan our Man Problems, gorge on pizza and then cuddle and watch as we feel bloated.”
“A perfect Friday night,” Hikki laughed.
“Almost perfect,” Hannah grinned. “We’d just need Oliver with us, telling us fun facts we don’t need to know about the movie, too.”
Hikaru laughed again and went to grab a sweater from her room.
Hannah sighed. So maybe the date was a bust, but at least she had more friends than just the one she desperately wanted to fuck but couldn’t.
She’d figure her shit out eventually. Probably.
Chapter 95
“Is it silly that I’m enjoying now, but I’m also already sad that I'm going to miss you?” April sighed, leaning into you as you sat on the park bench. Thankfully, that Sunday afternoon had been accompanied by a good breeze through the city, so your exercise regimen-mandated walk that she’d joined you on had actually been pretty pleasant. You were not looking forward to the next few days of the routine, though, because there was another heat wave coming.
“Not at all,” you told her, hugging her around her shoulders. “I’m gonna miss you too.”
“Not as much as I’ll miss you,” she grinned. “At least not physically. You’ll have Margot keeping you company.”
Your gut was telling you to offer not to go through with that particular situation, to see if April had any reservations about the ‘proxy girlfriend’ thing. The date, and the threesome, on Friday night had been amazing. You and Margot had gotten your friendship equilibrium back through the week, and Margot and April had been completely normal on the date, with nothing seemingly out of place for three friends going out for dinner and then to the arcade. Well, other than the flirting, but you were finally starting to understand flirting a bit more, especially based on seeing Margot and April flirt with each other. The differences between flirting and good friendship were subtle at first, but by the end of the date they got a lot more obvious.
Saturday had also been really great - after sleeping over at Margot’s and having breakfast with her again (and getting a blowjob under the table from Margot, while April ate her out, which was a very new experience), you’d gotten a workout in at the gym with Hannah, and then gotten some quiet hobby time in before April came back over and had a boardgame night at your place with Hikaru and Hannah. Your girlfriend had slept over, though you’d kept the sex to a playful level, trying to stay quiet and not make Hikaru hear anything, and now you were spending the day together.
“I’ll still miss you, not just you,” you said, and surreptitiously gave her boob a small squeeze with the arm you had over her shoulders.
That made Margot snort and chuckle, then sit up so that she could turn and give you a lingering kiss. “I wish I could stay the night again,” she sighed. “But I need to put in time with my parents.”
“I know, it’s OK,” you promised her. You weren’t exactly thrilled at the idea of telling your parents you were dating someone, either. Not because they wouldn’t be supportive, but because they would be way too supportive. The questions, the comments, trying to give advice and sticking their noses into things - it would just be a lot. And it sounded like April’s parents would be pretty similar. Keeping things quiet on the parental fronts was an agreed state of being for the two of you at the moment. Unfortunately, that also meant that with April leaving for five days of recording sessions for a video game up in Canada, she had to spend the evening with her parents so that she wasn’t raising any eyebrows. ‘Staying with a friend’ was a thin veil when she’d just used it for two nights on the weekend.
“I don’t fly out until three on Tuesday,” April mused, leaning back again to watch the park with you. “I could come into the city, grab lunch with you before I leave? That’s still plenty of time to get to the airport, and I can speed through security and stuff with my TSA PreCheck stuff.”
“That would be amazing,” you said. “As long as it’s not gonna risk you being late.”
“It won’t,” April grinned, slowly rubbing your thigh with one hand. “I’ll get there with over an hour to spare, easy. My flight leaves at three, I land in Montreal, grab dinner on the go, head to the studio for a few hours for an evening recording session, then to the hotel. By that point, I expect to have something naughty from you and Margot to finger myself to.”
You groaned, both at the imagery of April sprawled on a hotel bed, fingering herself lewdly, but also at the reminder that April had given Margot the side-quest of taking at least one dirty picture or video every time she did something sexual or cute with Ollie while April was away. It was kinda weird to you, and you never liked being in pictures, but she wanted it, so you would do it.
“Love you,” April said sweetly, snuggling into you a little more, clearly knowing that your groan was born at least partially out of your self-image issues.
“I know,” you said, turning and kissing the side of her head. The two of you sat quietly for a long moment, just enjoying the sun, the breeze and the green space. Then you grunted and grabbed her wrist. “Stop,” you chuckled.
“Sorry,” she chuckled. “I just wanted to feel it start to get hard.”
“Then I have to walk around with it like that, and it’s kinda obvious,” you snorted in exasperation. “If you want to do that, we have to go back to my place.”
April sat up again, sliding to the edge of the bench and turning to look at you with a big grin. “Then let’s go back to your place.”
Chapter 96
“I’m dying,” Hannah groaned as she entered your apartment. “I think I might actually be a pool on the ground outside on the sidewalk, and my psychic presence is hallucinating that I made it here.”
The TV and Radio stations were proclaiming that this might be the hottest heat wave on record in the last one hundred years for the city. Just walking down the street was a risk for potential heat stroke. The city had emergency shelters and water stations scattered throughout downtown. You could only assume that the police were sheltering indoors and were safe to do so because it was so demonically hot that no one would want to commit crimes since it would require going outside and moving around.
Your workout with Hannah had been cancelled for the afternoon because half the city was shut down from a power outage, and there was no way the two of you were going for a walk like during the last, less powerful heatwave.
“You made it,” you sighed in relief. “You’re actually here.”
“I’m actually here,” she grunted, kicking off her shoes and trudging into the apartment fully.
“There’s ice water in the bathtub,” you said. “Go cool off.”
“The ice is melted,” Hikaru groaned as she came out of there. “But it’s still cool.”
“M’kay,” Hannah grunted, passing Hikki as they swapped rooms. They didn’t hug or even give each other a high five. They just sort of poked their index fingers together by way of a physical hello. It was too hot for anything else.
The power was completely out in Hannah’s building, and had been for most of the day, turning her apartment into a hotbox since she’d left her blinds open that morning. She had actually cracked an egg on the black leather of her sofa that had been in the sun the entire day, and the egg started cooking. So she’d come over to your place.
Fortunately, you had power. Unfortunately, the central AC in your building had very quickly worn thin and gone out sometime in mid-morning. The good news was that you and Hikaru had agreed early in the day on the ‘cave’ method to try and help keep things cool. All the blinds shut, lights turned down really low, running as few electronic devices as possible to cut down on ambient heat. And you turned on all the fans. The constant droning of them had become a background hum as they stirred the air, keeping it moving and from feeling stagnant, even if it wasn’t exactly cooling things very well.
“You OK?” you asked Hikaru.
“Mm,” she grunted, and then instead of sitting on the couch, she lay down right on the hardwood floor.
Hannah came back out of the washroom at one point and flopped onto the couch.
“God, it’s hot,” she said after almost five minutes of silence between the three of you. “I need- Fuck.”
“You need fuck?” Hikaru asked, laughing softly.
That made you grin, and Hannah let out a tired chuckle. “No, I need- Ignore me. Don’t look at me.”
That, obviously, made you frown and look over at her on the other couch. She was pulling her shirt off - it was already a tight little tank top, entirely appropriate for the summer and the heat, but even in the dim lighting, you could see the chest, back and under her arms were ringed with sweat after the three-minute walk down the street from her building to yours. The top came off over her head and she flung it towards the door, leaving her in just a thin little bralette hugging her chest. Even in the dim, dark golden light of the room, you could see the distinct bumps of her nipples, the garment was so thin. Then she raised her hips and pushed down her cotton shorts, tossing them in the same direction, leaving her in what looked like might be a matching set of bikini-cut panties, though it was hard to tell from your angle.
“Fuck,” Hannah sighed, flopping sideways and rolling onto her stomach on the couch, her limbs spreading out so she wasn’t touching her own sides. This had the additional effect of revealing that her panties might look bikini-ish in the front, but they were closer to string bikini in the back, most of her powerful ass cheeks on display.
“Is that helping?” Hikaru groaned and laughed.
“It’s not hurting,” Hannah sighed.
“... Fuck it,” Hikki grumbled. Then she was rustling around on the ground, and while you couldn’t see her at all from your current facing and angle on the couch compared to where she was, you saw a flash of her clothes being tossed in the direction of her bedroom. “Yeah, OK,” she said once she came to a rest. “That’s actually better.”
“Mm,” you grunted.
There was no way in hell you were taking off your shirt. You had a lot more confidence than you used to when it came to being naked in front of your girlfriend, and now Margot, but Hannah and Hikaru weren’t them. Sure, you knew they loved you and wouldn’t judge you, and they even knew you were working on it, but you still didn’t want them to see you like that. And as for your bottoms - well, if you took off your shorts, the bulge of your cock in your briefs would be too obvious. And if you just wore your shorts, it would be too likely for your cock to poke out the bottom of the legs by accident if it wasn't being held in check by your briefs.
You were stuck.
The three of you eventually started chatting quietly, and Hannah flipped over on the couch at one point like she was anti-sunning herself, needing to let her front ‘cool off’ in the tepid breeze from the fans instead of being pressed against the couch. You had to try not to look over at her, because you could not only still clearly see her nipples through her thin bralette, but her panties were also cinched tightly up against her mound, and the way she was spreading her legs on the couch was giving you a view you couldn’t look at, number matter whether April said fantasising was OK or not.
“M’kay,” Hikaru said after a while with a heavy sigh. “I’ll make us something to eat.”
“I’ll take an ice-cold steak, frozen French fries and ice cream,” Hannah chuckled.
“Nothing hot,” you groaned. “Please.”
“Sandwiches,” Hikaru grunted as she stood up from the floor. “Cold sandwiches. We still have a loaf of the low-carb bread.”
“Good thinking, Hikki,” Hannah mumbled as she turned to glance in the other girl’s direction. Then you saw her eyes go wide in surprise. “Whoa, girl. Really?”
“I don’t even care, you’ve both seen them before. It’s too hot,” Hikaru groaned.
Frowning, you looked over in her direction, and a fleck of spit caught in your throat as you inhaled sharply. Hikaru was topless, her big, soft breasts swinging freely, her nipples casting shadows against the lower curves of them in dim light. She was still wearing panties, so she wasn’t naked, but even they were cut low on her hips, the little Hello Kitty design hugging her mound tightly.
Hikaru flashed you a weak, tired smile and a shrug before heading towards the kitchen.
“Is it helping?” Hannah called after her.
“Yep,” Hikaru called back.
“Then fuck it,” Hannah mumbled. You looked back over at her, and your best friend was quickly peeling her bralette off, her perky little tits popping out, and her nipples standing at attention. They jiggled around in a different way than you were used to seeing April and Margot’s breasts, feeling almost more energetic with her movements. “Oh yeah,” Hannah groaned, tossing the little undergarment in the same direction as her clothes. “That’s nice.” Then she looked over at you and blushed, grinning sheepishly. “Sorry, Ollie, but you’ve seen way bigger ones than mine, and if Hikaru gets to have hers out, mine should barely even count.”
“Mm,” you grunted, and sighed through your nose. Then you leaned back and looked up at the ceiling.
It was going to be a long evening.
(To Be Continued.)
Comments
Robin Holden
It was a wierd chunk, the transitions were less flushed out than normal, the jump from sec with April to the heat wave was odd. The whole first 1/2 of the heatwave is kot your best work, its a struggle to figure whos talking and why the hell is Hannah there, is Ollie there, is just a tough read. I know it get clarified but its still not great. I love the story, but this is not best chapter
Graham Cairns
I live in a place where heatwaves often end in summer storms. Why do I feel like storm clouds are brewing for Olly and the gang? But also that Oliver will be like him namesake in the musical, and soon be asking "Please sir, may I have some more?" :-)
