Audreys Big Day

This part of the ongoing series called Friends. The characters are more meaningful if you have read the earlier chapters. As promised, this chapter is much shorter than the last few. I again put it in Erotic Couplings for lack of a better category.

It's now Audrey's turn for discovery. Unlike the recent chapters, this chapter is told from her perspective. It starts the morning after the four friends watched Emmanuelle, when Audrey and Tim put on an unplanned sex show for Lisa and Alan.

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I reach over and feel the muscled body of Tim lying next to me. He is kind of a geek, but he has the body of a hunk. And the cock of a pornstar, I think to myself, smiling contentedly. And he is the kindest, most caring person I have ever known. Not a selfish asshole, like a typical tech bro.

And I know assholes. Including my previous boyfriend Jack, whom I broke up with about five months ago. I had a four month plus drought after him, with only a single one night stand in the middle. And I don't do well without my regular sex. Even my boss at work, the roughly 70-year old president of the company, was allegedly about to give me a vibrator and send me home if I didn't get laid soon. I still can't believe he said that to Lisa.

The last three weeks have been night and day compared to those last three years. Even when I had sex, mostly with Jack, it was devoid of any real emotion. But Tim and I have found true love. And a lot of sex. A lot of good sex.

I notice Tim is stirring. I think I will give him a special wake-up call. I pull the sheet down, exposing both of our naked bodies to the morning light, and then turn on my hands and knees until my face is over his crotch. His cock is only half engorged, but already thicker than most the men I have known intimately.

I lean down and lick up the shaft all the way to the bulbous tip. Big Ben, as he calls his dick, starts to stir a little more and lift itself off his belly. I engulf the top of his shaft in my mouth and swirl my tongue around the head.

I hear "mmmmm" from behind my head and feel the cock gaining its full diameter. I begin to stroke up and down with my mouth, as the subtle sounds from the pillow become more clearly moans. He reaches a hand into my pussy, already wet with excitement just as I add a hand to my oral stimulation of his penis, lengthening the sensations along his shaft. I feel him start to tense up with the upcoming release.

But I stop and pull my mouth off his cock. I want more than this from him now; I am not sure he has two loads in him this morning after our performance last night.

So I slide down and straddle his midsection, my face towards his feet. I slowly lower my hips as he guides his cock into my cunt. Once the head has entered, I pause, waiting for my canal to adjust to the sudden intrusion. With his girth, I need to slowly ease him in. But this gradual entry is also delicious, feeling my cunt being stretched centimeter by centimeter. The pace also allows Tim to recover his control. He was too close to the precipice a moment ago to give me the slow long fuck I am seeking.

I let out a loud, "AAAAHH!" as he is finally fully in me. Probably loud enough for Lisa to me hear from the next bedroom down. Maybe I can wake her in a good mood too. But I am not planning on producing the same level of audio program that Tim and I provided last weekend. I somewhat considered that the continuation of the full sex show I had performed for Alan and Lisa the night before, with some help from Big Ben.

Last night was an accidental show, even if they had observed three orgasms between us and watched his cock fill me before they went off for their own entertainment. We had experienced three additional orgasms in the living room last night -- two more for me, a second for him --before we retired to cuddling and sleeping in their guest bed. The bed we are still in.

I pull my hips up again, slowly losing Big Ben. But I do not release the cock totally; I immediately start to encase it with my cunt again. I moan more loudly as Tim groans. My rhythm increases as does our volume. And the squeaks in the bed.

What had been a luxurious rhythm of in and out is becoming more frantic, as are our utterances. Tim breaks first, with a single large thrust of his hips and a deep, loud groan; he pumps my cunt full of his cum.

I am not quite ready yet. I sit more upright, driving his cock all the way into me, and reach into my pussy in seek of my clit. My fingers are soon doing their magic and my shriek announces my climax to the entire condo.

"Good morning, my love," I say to Tim and give him a kiss, "I hope you liked your wake-up call this morning."

"You are going to be the death of me," he replies, "But I will die happy! Only ten more days til we wake up together every morning."

"Tim, love, would you mind walking over to your apartment sometime this morning to grab my overnight bag?" I ask, almost pleading.

"We should just start leaving a change of clothes here," he grumbles. Then adds, "Of course, dear."

While Tim is pulling on yesterday's shirt and jeans, I find a towel and wrap it more or less around me.

Tim asks, "Really?"

"Just going next door to ask Lisa for something more to wear," I explain.

I slip into the hall and had back towards the master suite. I hope that Lisa is awake and has already finished masturbating to the sounds of our lovemaking. Not that I would mind watching her finish...

I knock softly on the door and say, "Are you awake, Lisa? Can I borrow something to wear?"

I slide the door ajar and peer in just in time to watch her climax, one hand in her crotch and one on her breast. I wait a minute for her to recover then clap as I walk in.

"Not all of us want to share all our intimate moments with our friends," she grouses, laughing a little. But also blushing a bit.

She stands up, stark naked, and walks around the bed to the closet. She reaches in and tosses me a white tee. "It's not going to cover even as much as last week's tee, but I think this is as long as any Alan has," she says, "I would send you out there nude, but it wouldn't be punishment for you. And I promised Graham I would look after Alan's heart."

I momentarily think about trying to give her a naked hug, but I remember the fiasco of my nearly successful seduction of her just three days ago. So I pull the tee over my head, letting it mostly drape over my naked body while she crosses back to her side of the bed. She bends down to grab her kimono and wraps it around herself.

"I love his heart!" I exclaim. Alan had repaired the ripped kimono since I had last seen it torn a few days ago, and roughly embroidered a heart over the new seam.

Lisa and I walk out to the kitchen together, neither properly dressed for mixed company.

When we arrive, Alan is standing in the kitchen, already dressed, undoubtedly making us some new fabulous breakfast treat. My Tim is sitting at the kitchen table, but looks like he is about to get up.

"Why don't you wait until after breakfast to run back for my clothes," I say to Tim. "Lisa found me something for the meantime."

"You just want to flash Alan and Lisa for a while," Tim snipes.

"Well I already enjoyed Audrey's and your presence this morning," Lisa says, winking at me, "And it looks like Alan is enjoying Audrey's presence right now. So let's just all enjoy."

Alan, who had been ogling the half of my pussy exposed below the tee, quickly looks away and blushes. And did he just turn to hide a boner?

"I'm not sure why she even bothers putting anything on when we're over here. It either doesn't cover anything or it comes right back off," Tim says, still somewhat grumbly.

"If I remember correctly, you were the one who lifted her skirt and took off her panty last night during the movie," Lisa points out.

"It was in the way," Tim says, blushing.

Alan, with his usual sense for changing an uncomfortable subject, announces, "I never got to the store this week, so I am really scrounging. Waffles with either maple syrup or raspberry compote and bacon. I could make some hashed potatoes if anyone wants that or cook an egg or two. Sorry, all out of fresh fruit."

As I expected, another fabulous Alan breakfast.

He adds, "And the coffee is made, of course."

Lisa pours her cup of coffee and walks over to Alan and says, "You may give me a short passionate kiss."

Alan responds by wrapping both arms around Lisa and kisses her, briefly, before letting her go.

Tim is about to ask about the exchange, when I tap him on the arm and mouth "Later".

Soon we are eating my best breakfast since Alan scrounged one together last week.

Lisa asks, "So when is the great trip to meet the parents? How many of your sibs will be there, Tim?"

"We leave Saturday morning, at 8," Tim announces. "Frank has already met Audrey, so I don't think he will come up. And Hannah is clear across the country, so she is a no. Randy will obviously be there and I bet Julie and her tribe drive across the state for dinner on Saturday. We will leave right after Sunday dinner, so we will only actually be there about 30 hours."

Alan says, "We could all do dinner together on Friday instead of our usual Saturday."

I add, "With how early we are leaving, probably dinner and then back to his place for an early bed time."

Lisa says, "Audrey's next show is planned for the weekend after, and with you two moving that week, I think we need to define our boundaries. That Friday dinner seems like the right time to hash those things out. I think we need to be specific. Who can do what to whom? When and where?"

"Seems like a good idea," I say. "Tim and I need to talk this through before then."

"And we all get a week to change our minds," Lisa adds. "As much as I enjoy the shows..."

She pauses to ogle my privates again.

"And staring at my best friend's pussy most of the time we are here together, none of it is worth risking any of our relationships," Lisa finishes her point.

We all seem to be in agreement on this.

Once we are finished breakfast, Tim is a dear and heads back over to his apartment to get my bag. I figured we were going to make it back there last night since it was not a planned show night. I think he is probably right that we should stash stuff here for days like this.

Lisa is cleaning up and Alan is doing something in the study, so I decide to take a quick shower while waiting for Tim to get back. When I get out of the shower, my bag is there; I can get dressed a little more properly. Coming back into the kitchen, where Lisa is now sitting with breakfast all cleaned up, I ask her, "Any plans for the afternoon?"

"I have my art class at one today, so I should get my shower and change before too long. We're drawing soft curves today," she says, pausing at my snicker. "A rag doll and some folded cloth, not the curves you were envisioning!"

"I guess Tim and I will head back to his place. Thanks for dinner last night -- Rick's is wonderful -- and for the place to stay, and everything. And tell Alan he can scrounge meals for me any day. I will gladly pay in pussy ogling."

We both giggle and then give each other a hug.

"You coming, Tim? You can play Ghost another day."

Tim hurries out of the study and we head out the door, hand in hand.

On the way home, I say, "I have to tell you what my plan is for my next show. But only if you are okay with it."

"Sounds interesting..."

"I want to have Lisa do it with me."

"Is she okay with stripping for me? Is Alan?"

"The plan is for more than that. I was thinking a full lesbian show. And Lisa is up for it. And she says Alan is still considering, but she's pretty sure he's going to say yes."

"You two are going to do a full lesbian show? For me? Well Alan and me," Tim says, almost drooling. "Hell yes!"

I didn't think that would be a hard sell.

"Are you getting upset at me flashing Alan and Lisa so much?" I ask.

"I honestly don't know how I feel about it. It excites the hell out of me when I am watching you. And when I see them watching you, too. But that's a different kind of exciting. But it makes me very jealous at the same time. Of both Lisa and Alan. I want you to be all mine."

After a pause, he asks, "Have you heard of Candaulism?"

I shake my head no.

"It's named for a mythical greek king Candaules, who let his servant spy on his naked wife. She catches the servant and it doesn't end well. Candaulism is the sexual desire to show off your partner. I think I have it at least to some degree. It helps that you seem to want to be shown off, almost needing it. As much as I rationally trust you and Alan and Lisa, it still irrationally scares me. That I might lose you. I can't believe how quickly my whole life now revolves around you, around us really."

"That's why I think Friday night is so important," I reply. "We all have fears in where this seems to be going, almost out of control. Putting hard and fast rules in place means that we won't do things in the heat of the moment that we regret later. Things that can't be undone. And I think talking about it in the open can shine light into the shadowy places where our fears live.

"Lisa and Alan have been having similar issues. You know Alan is lusting after me. Lisa says he was definitely thinking about me when he was fucking her one night last week. That is hard on a woman's ego. I bet it would be hard on a man's too. But they made love later and that was all them. Her thinking is that Alan lusts after both Lisa and I, but he loves her. In different ways, I lust after all three of you, but I love you. And that trumps all."

We have reached the apartment building, but we stop outside and hug for over a minute before heading in.

"Is that what was up about the kiss thing this morning?" he asks.

"Oh, I never told you about that did I. Lisa and Alan had a big blow-up Tuesday night. That's when her kimono got the big rip in it. She threatened to leave him. They are definitely on the mend, but everything is on an explicit consent basis."

"That must put a damper on things."

"Well they had a totally chaste relationship for a few days. Once he was allowed back in the bedroom at all. But, as she tells it, it can be pretty sexy too."

"God, you girls do talk about everything, don't you," Tim says, "Do you tell her all about us?"

"Only the good parts," I say, grabbing his crotch.

"So tell me more about your family," I command, "My work persona insists on being overly prepared."

We chat about his family for a long time. And then I ask about where he has travelled. Not much more than me actually. Although I was a city girl and he grew up in a very rural area, we were both lower middle class, economically. Meaning we both had enough to eat, but there wasn't money for fancy vacations. I think I am going to like his family. I hope they like me. I will have to be on my best behavior for the weekend. But I am not going to bind my breasts or pull my hair back, like I do for work. Or wear those silly big reading glasses.

We talk about places we would like to travel. What we would like to see. He asks me if I want kids. Probably a good question to handle now, before the prospective grandparents do. Thinking for a moment, I answer, "Yes, but not very soon. I want more time for just us first."

After a while, we decide to do some grocery shopping. I cook us a simple dinner when we get back. Just a ham steak, scalloped potatoes out of a box and some fresh green beans. We should get Alan to cook for us all the time. Over dinner, I remind him of my trip on Wednesday -- he did remember.

After dinner, while he is cleaning up, a get a text from Lisa:

Mary broke up with Frank yesterday. Coming up next weekend, maybe for dinner Friday.

"Well that could be awkward", I say to myself.

"What was that?", Tim half heard me.

"Have you talked to Frank recently?", I ask.

"No, why?"

"Lisa just talked to Mary. She broke it off yesterday. Lisa had told me it was coming. She and Mary have become friends. Mary is coming up next weekend."

"Well, we'll be at my folks, so we won't see her."

"She might be here for Friday dinner," I say.

"Alan can cook for five as well as four."

"Our discussion dinner," I remind him.

"Oh, that could be awkward."

"Exactly what I just said to myself when you asked a minute ago."

"Hold on," I say and text Lisa,

She could be our moderator

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"I am suggesting using her as a moderator for our discussion if everyone is comfortable with it," I say.

"Would people be comfortable discussing our sex lives in front of her?", Tim asks.

I respond, "After you left that Saturday night -- and yes I know you saw Lisa naked that night -- Mary watched Alan eating out Lisa. Then she flashed Lisa twice the next day. And apparently Alan was lusting after her before he ever lusted after me. And you know I am willing to share my sexuality any time it doesn't threaten my career. Or us. So it's really up to you. But don't feel pressure. We need everyone to be open Friday night."

"Open and Frank?" he asks me, jokingly.

Then he continues, "I can see Alan lusting after her, although I never noticed. She seems to be a perpetual ball of sexual energy. I tried to keep my thoughts away from that since she was Frank's girl, and you know the whole don't covet thing, especially when it's your younger brother. And I can't see her running to tell Frank, which I think would honestly have been my biggest fear. Sure, why not."

My phone buzzes and I look down at a new message from Lisa:

Good idea, Tim okay with it? Will ask Alan now

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I respond:

Tim says yes. Talk more about it at lunch

I turn to Tim and say, "It's been a really nice day, but I am ready for bed. I probably need to give my pussy a break from Ben. Just oral tonight?"

"69?" Tim suggests.

"yummm!"

I put an arm around him and pull him over to the bed and nudge him to sit on the edge of bed. I slowly start unbuttoning my shirt. But I leave it hanging open, my breasts barely visible through my bra, itself exposed through my open blouse. I now slide my pants off before taking a break to reach over and stroke Tim's crotch.

I turn around and slip off my panty. The back of my blouse mostly covers my ass, until I move or bend at all. Which I am doing regularly, giving him peeks at my cheeks and glimpses at the labia barely hanging down between my legs.

Still back to, I unfasten and remove my bra, leaving my blouse on. I know men always like this move. I slowly turn around. But my hands are now pulling my blouse shut at the bottom, mostly hiding my breasts and, what his eyes really seek, my pussy.

I pull the blouse open and let it drop. I am standing, fully naked, just beyond his reach. I take both hands and begin to fondle my breasts and pinch my nipples, bringing his eyes up higher momentarily. I let a hand fall down to my privates, which are visibly shiny with my juices that now lubricate them. I get so excited showing myself off to Tim.

I can feel how wet I am as my fingers wander through my engorged lips. I step forward slightly and reach my hand out to Tim, so he can taste my juices on them. I drop my hands to his waist, and reaching under his shirt, pull it up over his head, as he raises his arms obediently. He now raises his butt and I reach back down and pull off his pants.

Big Ben is now released and fully ready, an inviting sight. I lick all the way around the head before I swallow the top few inches in my mouth. As I hold it there, my tongue again works its way around the tip. Having completed its orbit, my tongue pulls back to lick along the back of the shaft as my mouth begins to work up and down.

I soon pull my mouth back, and nudge him. He realizes my goal and shifts himself into the middle bed, lying flat on back. I crawl around, straddling his head with my knees while my mouth returns to its previous pole position. Back to stroking up and down his shaft. I add a hand to help cover his monster.