Together at Last Willing to Share

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"So tonight'll be...normal?"

"Sure, Liz. Whatever. You break up with me but insist we hide it from our friends."

"Just tonight! I'm not ready to see Kristi's boobs all over you."

After seven years, she should know he wasn't especially into big tits. Her insecurities were showing.

The door opened.

"ElizaBen!" Liz got Kristi's first hug, exchanging air kisses.

His ex (god, that sounded weird) glared when artificially perfect breasts were squeezed against him.

Liz shared a quick embrace with the other hostess, Janette, wandered off. Ben's turn.

Unlike a petite firecracker wielding oversized knockers in a tight dress, Janette didn't threaten Liz. She favored loose shirts, baggy pants.

Ben stopped himself from stepping toward this welcoming hug. They clung to each other longer, closer than the others. Under the bulky clothes, Ben felt an athlete's body. Not model-thin like Liz. Fit. Strong.

Janette left him with a near inaudible purr in his ear. He headed in search of a beer, glimpsed Liz, joint in hand. She always looked like she was holding a diamond cigarette holder instead of twisted pot and paper.

Janette's arms found him again. "Benny Ben, the bestest man."

She sounded a little drunk.

"I like you." She rose, brushed her nose to his.

"I like you too."

"No." Serious, hand on his chest. "I - really - like you."

Did she feel the leap his heart made?

Voices, not quite angry, deeper in the house.

"Fudgeknuckles. Gotta hostess. Stay here? Please?"

A familiar laugh reached him. Carlo was back?

Carlo had the best weed and a crush on Liz, was seriously full of bullshit.

"Hi." Sultry. Liz. So frail compared to Jannette. Flawless, braless breasts pressed to his chest. "I'm sorry."

"For?"

"My stupid idea. Us not to tell." Fingers played with his collar. "I was wrong."

Her kiss was open, offering. She whimpered at a cupping hand, teased nipple. They found shadows under the stairs. Weed made her eager, adventurous. Less fucking uptight.

He worked her skirt up, found familiar slickness, trembling, another whimper.

Hands grabbed his wrist, shoved high between her thighs. "Once more. Then no more secrets."

Ben hated her knowing him so well.

His back against the wall, she backed against him. His grip on her waist would leave marks. He felt cheap, dirty, when her quick whining climax triggered his own. He growled, flooding her, pinning slim hips to him. Breaths slowed; they separated. Nothing needed said.

He watched her exit, smoothing her skirt, covering a trail of wet inside one thigh.

"What'd her majesty want?" Janette, behind him. "Wait. Did you just fuck under my stairs?"

He turned, pulled her close. "When you say 'her majesty,' you mean my ex?"

God, that sounded good.

"Your...Ex?" A squeal. "As in...."

Her voice trailed off.

"Janette. I - really - like you too."

The kiss was joyful, eager. Both had wanted this too long, unspoken.

About fucking time, you two."

"Kristi!"

"She's a good kisser, huh?"

"Kristi!"

She never stopped. "Much as I'd like to watch you two go at it, girl gots ta pee."

Retreating into the shadows, noses met before more serious kisses. Janette's hands roamed over him. Hips ground openly against him.

"So." Kiss.

"Yes?"

"This is real? You and her highness are done?"

"Yes."

She paused, decided. "Come with me."

Janette's bedroom. Artsy.

"Ben? I want this." A finger touched, over his heart.

"And this." Pointed at his temple.

"But first, I need this." Fingers stretched over his bulge, soon freed their prize.

"May I taste her?"

"Uh...Her?"

"Your Ex. You're slippery with her and I've always wondered..."

After an excruciating, lingering taste they slowed, explored, each touch worship.

"Well if that ain't hawt as fuck." Kristi.

Janette waved her closer. "Join us? There's plenty for both."

She laughed. "Benny likes that idea. He twitched."

Kristi pouted. "Tempted. But someone's gotta run this party."

The girls kissed.

Ben squealed: Kristi's lips, gone as quick as they'd sucked him in, laughed as she left. "Save me summa that."

Alone again, Ben beckoned to Janette. "Come here. I wanna taste you."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. For a long time."

Ben awoke next to Janette, Kristi's boobs snuggling close.

Janette murmured. "Party all gone?"

"All gone. Somebody's ex got a ride home from Carlo."

"Did he use 'Sex is a race...'"

"'To see who cums first...'"

"'And I make sure you win.'"

"He's so...yuck."

'Why are you grinning?" Janette asked Ben.

"I packed Carlo a creamy protein treat for his mid-race snack."