Sweet and Sour Ch. 03

For months, the high point of my work days were the occasional visits from Aria, coming to my desk to ask me questions. That hadn't changed, although the feel of these visits had. This visit, which was to get answers for a tricky call she was on, felt just like every other, with her smiling at me, leaning over and pushing her full breasts together in her low-cut top, thrusting her chest out. They looked in very real peril of tumbling out into the open. I knew she did things like this on purpose to entice me. The difference was, because seven days before we'd had sex for the first (and second) time, now I didn't have to pretend (unsuccessfully, granted) that I wasn't transfixed on her spectacular bosom. Sure, she had many other things to look at, chief among them her big olive-brown eyes and her radiant smile, but with her boobs right there in line with my eyes (her standing and me sitting), it was impossible to not look. She enjoyed the attention, her eyes lighting up and her smile widening when she saw the effect she was having on me. Actually, the word "effect" doesn't cover it. By the time she had the answer she was looking for, I was practically a sex-crazed zombie.

She thanked me, pivoted, and started walking away. Unable to stop myself, I turned and watched her go. Her sexy round bottom was encased in skin-tight jeans that day. She glanced over her shoulder, her smile devious. Yeah, just as I suspected ... she'd been baiting me. I had been pretty sure she already knew the answer and had just come by to see me, to continue to drive me crazy. She knew I was having trouble waiting for the shift to end. This was a new side to her, the teasing. It intrigued me.

Instead of work being awkward, as had been my fear when embarking on a sexual relationship with my coworker, it had actually gotten much better. We had a secret that only the two of us knew. (Well, aside from our mutual friend Laney, but she didn't work with us.) Our secret added spice to every glance, each interaction. If it was driving her as wild as it was driving me, she didn't betray it in the slightest. Not out loud, anyway. Her texts told a different story. The most recent one I'd gotten—sent stealthily from her desk across the building—said "I can't wait to have your cock in my mouth again."

I turned back to my work, willing my erection to go down before the next rep came to my desk for assistance. Thank god we'd arranged to go to Laney's apartment that evening for dinner, drinks, and more fun of the sort we could never discuss at work. My erection was painfully hard and uncomfortable in my jeans just thinking about it. All week I'd been remembering what the three of us had done the prior Friday and fantasizing about what we might do this Friday. My work week was a blur since my head—and other parts—were elsewhere. I wasn't entirely sure how I'd managed to get into this unique situation, being able to mess around with both my sexy coworker and the wild gas station clerk I'd befriended, but the why wasn't so important. The result was that I was in that situation and loving every minute of it. Maybe it would fizzle out, or end in disaster, but at the moment I couldn't bring myself to care. I was having the time of my life and I planned to enjoy it for as long as it lasted.

I had a feeling Laney was up to something. At lunch I'd stopped by the gas station and she wasn't there. The nice older clerk (I never learned her name) told me she'd taken a vacation day. I texted her to ask if we were still on for that night and it had taken her a long time to respond. When she finally did, all it said was yes, she was getting ready. It felt like I was getting the brush off and I had to remind myself that our friendship was just that ... a friendship with a lot of mind-blowing sex built into it. I hadn't been looking for anything serious. Despite the frequency with which she was coming into my mind lately.

And the same went for Aria—although I was becoming increasingly aware that my feelings had, at some point, started to shift. My heart had started to beat fast from her latest visit to my desk, and I don't think it was all because of the cleavage. I found myself thinking of the two of them quite a bit, and not just what they looked like naked or how they sounded when they came. I also thought of their smiles, the looks they gave me, the sound of their voices and the things they talked about, how comfortable I was lying in bed nestled between the two of them as we all dozed after sex in our three-way cuddle.

It was weird, these extra feelings, and not what any of us said we were looking for, so I did my best to ignore the feelings, to focus on the sex and the pleasure and nothing else. That was what kept us getting together—this would be the third Friday in a row that I'd seen Laney, the second with Aria—and so that was what I told myself I should be focusing on. Not things that went beyond the arrangement and probably wouldn't work in real life.

The afternoon dragged on, however, and I found my thoughts going back to my two intriguing friends. I thought of where I was, only two weeks before ... stuck in a rut, playing at spontaneity in a futile attempt to feel less hopeless. Was I just deluding myself with my insistence that I didn't want a romantic entanglement? I was so emotionally closed off, so afraid of change and being hurt that I very nearly missed out on all of this.

But I didn't know what "this" was. Just friends, just sex, I told myself. That's all it's ever been. Still, shortly after 5, there was Aria again, in my cubicle, looking cheerful and excited, asking me if I was ready to go. And there was my heart again, racing away at the sight of her. We walked out of the building, arm-in-arm, turning several heads, and I felt a surge of pride. The most beautiful girl in the company was leaving with me, and all the other guys were jealous. Thinking of the dirty things I would soon be doing to her made me even happier. I was grinning as I opened the car door for her. I couldn't help it.

As we made our way to Laney's apartment, Aria filled me in on her week. I found myself listening attentively instead of only halfway. She had this weird way of making our jobs sound interesting. And her voice took on a hint of attitude when she talked about a particularly annoying caller. Was this the same shy girl I'd kissed on Laney's couch last Friday? I didn't know she had this strong, sassy side to her—and I liked it.

When we got to Laney's apartment, she answered the door as usual, but not in the usual attire. She was wearing a tee shirt and tights that hugged her slender legs and round bottom, which wasn't out of the ordinary. But over the tee shirt was a frilly pink apron with a needlepoint of a cartoonish cat on it. The cat was wearing a chef's hat. Aria giggled at it as she stepped past me and slipped her shoes off, but I was motionless.

Laney's face broke into a sunny smile and she grabbed my arm, yanking me inside. "C'mon Jared, don't look so fuckin' shocked. I can be girly sometimes," she said.

I overcame my surprise and said, "Just not what I was expecting to see you in, that's all."

"Well, you'll be even more surprised to know that I made this myself," she told me, pointing proudly to the needlepoint cat. "My gramma taught me." She swiveled on her heel and walked back towards the kitchen. "Dinner will be ready in a few minutes, you two," she called from the doorway of the kitchen, shoving her hand into an oven mitt that was as pink as her apron. The star tattoo on her wrist peeked out from under it, adding to my disorientation.

"You cooked for us?" I asked, my voice showing how incredulous I was feeling.

Laney shot me a mock-fierce look over her shoulder and growled, "Don't start."

Smiling, I put my hand at the small of Aria's back and guided her to the table in Laney's small dining area, where places had already been set for us. She glanced up at me, smiling warmly. I felt my heart give another lurch and I again wondered just when this had happened ... when had interest and sexual attraction become romantic affection? And what was I supposed to do now that it had?

Laney emerged from the kitchen to serve dinner and I forgot about my conflict, finding myself once again surprised by my unpredictable friend. A week ago, if she'd mentioned that she cooked and did needlepoint, I would have assumed she was messing with me. My pierced, tattooed, martial-artist friend occasionally wore a pink apron and practiced her skills in the kitchen. I was curious what other secrets she had.

Dinner was steak, baked potatoes, and salad, served with really good wine. I couldn't tell you how long it had been since I'd had a home cooked meal that hadn't been grilled or didn't come out of a can. Everything was delicious, and Aria and I didn't hesitate to tell her so. My normally brazen friend blushed at the compliments, griping at the meal's flaws, which only she seemed to be aware of. Laney dropped the complaints as we continued heaping compliments on her, and decided to take them with a smile.

For dessert, Laney served homemade cherry cheesecake. After she sat back down and took a sip of her wine, she said, "I decided to cook for you two to thank you for last week. It was really nice, and I don't just mean the sex. You know, I've been thinking about it a lot. The three of us, we have an interesting dynamic. It's different from anything I've ever felt. I think we're making a really solid ... friendship." Her eyes darted to mine and then Aria's quickly and then away before she continued. "I feel a little more stable than I'm used to feeling. Like my emotions and my whims aren't fluttering around all over the place nearly as much. I feel like I have a place, a part to play. I wanted to know if the two of you feel the same way."

"I do," Aria said softly, poking at the cheesecake with her fork. "Last Friday I had a lot of new experiences, and I liked all of them. I'm glad the two of you want me around."

They both turned to me and I realized it was my turn to answer. I chuckled. "I still feel like I'm the luckiest guy in the entire world, and I don't think that feeling is going to go away," I told them with all sincerity. "I think the two of you are special, and sexy, and amazing. Unlike anyone I've ever known. I don't know what this is, but I want it to keep going, as long as we can manage it. I'll play whatever part the two of you need me to."

They both smiled at my answer, and the discussion seemed to be over. We finished dessert, Laney refilled our wine glasses, and we retired to the living room couch to listen to music and talk some more. The conversation was less serious, mostly consisting of how our weeks had gone. I didn't add much, content to sit back and listen, sipping my wine and enjoying their company.

As the evening went on, we went to the bathroom, one by one. Aria was the last one to go and when she came back, I noticed she'd removed her bra. I could see the clear imprints of her big, hard nipples through her top. It took all my restraint to not pounce. I wanted so badly to grope and suckle her through the fabric. A glance over to Laney made me think she was fighting the same urge. Aria sat back down between us and started back in on the story she'd been telling before her potty break.

Not even a minute into the story, Laney reached over and tweaked one of her nipples, making the younger girl lose her train of thought. Aria looked both annoyed and aroused—an interesting combination. "Sorry," Laney said, in a tone that was quite obviously not sorry. "I had to."

Aria, looking mischievous, reached out and did the same to Laney and before long the two of them were wrestling on the couch, each trying to grab a handful of the other's breasts. While they were distracted, I reached around from behind and pulled Aria's top down, allowing her full tits to finally tumble out, like they almost had back in my cubicle. With her fully exposed, I cupped one in my hand, squeezing it. "Heyyyy!" she cried, distracted from wrestling, which allowed Laney to grab the other one. "That's cheating. Mmm," Her protests were cut off by a small moan as we played with her tits.

"I think it's time for us to give Jared his real dessert," Laney said, standing and abruptly pulling down her tights. She was wearing no panties, and we were both treated to a nice view of her cleanly shaved snatch.

"I get another dessert? You two are spoiling me," I said, letting Aria go and sitting back. Laney helped Aria up and unbuttoned her fly, helping her to wriggle out of first her tight jeans, and then her panties. I watched the display hungrily as they turned to face me, side by side, bottomless. Laney was blinking her blue eyes at me, smirking, while Aria's olive brown eyes were half-lidded, her cheeks red in a blush. I took in all of them, Laney's slim form, her rounded hips leading to narrow pale thighs, her hairless crevice and slightly puffy, exposed pussy lips. Aria with her massive tits hanging out, her curvier hips and thick brown thighs, her pussy covered with curly black hairs. I was hard within seconds on the visual alone, never mind the anticipation. I knew what Laney had in mind with her reference to dessert and only exposing their bottom halves.

Laney led Aria back to their seats on the couch. Once seated, Laney leaned against the cushioned back of the couch and spread her slender legs, peering over at me, a lock of hair over one eye. The lock was colored dark green that night. "Well?" she asked, her voice sultry. "What are you waiting for? Dig in."

I stood and stepped back, again taking in the sight of them. I wanted to remember the moment. Aria, seeing how Laney was sitting, took the same pose, spreading her legs and baring herself to me. I can't express how sexy my friends looked, side by side on the couch, legs spread at the ready, waiting impatiently for me to please them. I again thought of what a lucky bastard I was. Since Laney had started this, I decided to kneel before her first, running one hand over Laney's right thigh and the other over Aria's left. I was at a loss as to where to start, but Laney solved that for me by grabbing the front of my shirt and yanking me towards her crotch.

I started kissing the inside of her thighs teasingly, enjoying the way I was making her squirm, but she was clearly in no mood for waiting that night. She put a stop to my attempts at teasing by clutching the back of my head and redirecting me to her waiting pussy. On the first lick I tasted some of her juices. She was already very wet—I guess the anticipation wasn't just getting to me. I poked my tongue as far inside her as I could get it, feeling more of her arousal seeping out around it, moistening my lips. She moaned deep, not releasing the back of my head, running her fingers through my hair. I licked upwards, finding her hard protruding clit and licked all around it, making her moan harder.

As I pleasured Laney, the hand that had been on Aria's thigh travelled inward, finding her pussy. I stroked her wet slit, dipping my finger inside to coat it with her fluids before playing with her clit. Hers was fatter than Laney's, but just as hard. They groaned almost in harmony as I steadily and deliberately stimulated both of them. I could tell Laney was getting close, so I brought my right hand up and stuck my index finger into her cunt as I continued to flick her sensitive clit with my tongue. At the same time I increased the movements with my left hand, bringing Aria closer and closer.

Suddenly Laney stiffened beneath me, gripping my hair tightly and thrusting up against my face, crying out in orgasm. Not long after, Aria's legs clamped around my hand and she came too, almost soaking my hand. After several thrusts against my mouth, Laney let go of my hair and I sat back, licking first one finger then the other, sampling their different flavors. They both watched me, half-lidded in pleasure, Laney slumped back and Aria gripping one of her own breasts in each hand.

Not waiting long, I walked on my knees over to Aria, taking the same position before her as I had before Laney. I hadn't had the chance to taste her last week, so I'd been looking forward to this. Leaning in to her, I mused that they even smelled different from each other. I gave her pussy a couple of test licks, finding her tangier taste all over her from her recent climax. I gave her a long lick from bottom to top, stopping at her bigger nub, drawing a long, sweet moan from her. Not wanting to leave Laney out, I placed my right hand on her pussy, feeling her put her own hand over it, guiding me to finger her the way she wanted. I let her take over as I concentrated on Aria, moving my tongue faster and slowly inserting my left index finger into her warm depths. I stuck it in as far as it would go, hooking it, looking for her g-spot.

When I found it, she lurched under me, cumming almost instantly. The rush of fluids that came from her was far more than usual—I wouldn't say she squirted, exactly, but damn close. I licked up all her cum that I could, continuing to let Laney pleasure herself with my right hand. Aria's moans continued, so I kept going, moving my finger in and out as I moved my tongue back up to her clit. She was so wet that my finger slipped out, down to the vicinity of her asshole. Curious, I played around it with my drenched finger, hearing a gasp.

She moved under me, moaning my name, "Jared, I- " What she was about to say, whether it be encouragement or protest, I'm not sure, because her movement made my finger slip and start to enter her ass. "Oh!" she said, surprised. She was so tight and unyielding, I could tell she was an anal virgin, and her stiff movements told me she was unsure about what I was doing. She didn't ask me to stop, and I couldn't ask, with my mouth occupied, so I continued to test the limits. Not moving it in any further, I kept my finger moving around the area, all around the puckered opening and then in, just a little. My saliva and her cum was dripping down onto my finger, making it even wetter. She was giving out her sexy staccato moans, so I suspected she was enjoying what I was doing. I didn't plan on taking it any further. At least for now.

I sucked Aria's clitoris into my mouth, flicking it with my tongue as I did. At the same time, Laney brought herself off with my hand, humping it enthusiastically. Her movements jostled both Aria and me, and before I knew what was happening, my finger was buried all the way in Aria's unbelievably tight anal cavity. Aria almost screamed as she came again, and this time I'm pretty sure she actually did squirt a little—that's how wet my face got. As she came, her ass contracted around my finger and I moved my tongue faster on her clit, extending her pleasure out.

Finally she came down and I let her nub go, slowly sliding my finger out of her still twitching anal hole. I sat back, looking at her. She was sweating and out of breath, one hand on her chest, the other gripping the couch cushion firmly.

"Wow," Laney said appreciatively. "What did you do to her?"

"I'd ... like to ... know too," Aria gasped, looking at me lustfully.

"My finger slipped into her ass," I explained to Laney.

"Oh!" she said, looking over at Aria, surprised. "I didn't peg you as being a girl who's into anal play."

"I'm not," Aria said quickly. "I mean, I've never done anything like that before. That was ... new." She smiled sweetly at me, adding, "I guess I liked it, huh?"

"I guess so," I said, grinning, wiping her copious wetness off my face, sampling some of it from the back of my hand. Still tangy, but sweeter. Probably because I'd made her squirt.

"God, I love seeing you lick up our cum," Laney said, throatily. She stood up and pulled her tee shirt over her head, baring her smaller, but still round, tits. Her nipples were rigid and sticking straight out. She offered her hand to me, helping me to my feet. "Jared did a good job with his dessert, didn't he Aria?" she asked.