"Should we tell the taxi to go, or wait?" Eve, my girlfriend, asked.
We had just arrived at Greg's apartment after a night of dinner and drinks. My girl Eve and I were helping Greg to his front door. Greg was so drunk that we were worried that he might not be able to get to the door without falling down and there was no chance that Jessica could get him to the door.
"You guys are always welcome to spend the night." Greg slurred. Greg was usually not a big drinker, but he was promoted today, Friday, and he was in a mood to celebrate. All of us, except possibly Jess, were all good and drunk; Greg was just the most drunk.
"Of course we know we can spend the night, we are just concerned we might stick to the furniture," said Eve.
"Oh, really?" Greg said, not quite in the state of mind to come up with a clever retort. He finally got the door unlocked.
Behind us we heard the Taxi pull away.
"Well, it looks like that decision was made for us. Did anybody bother to pay him?" Eve said.
"I did," Jess said, in her usual style of two word sentences.
We walked into Greg's apartment and were shocked to see the place was immaculate. Greg was no slob, but his apartment usually reflected the fact he was a bachelor: Clothes on the floor here and there, dishes in the sink, dead plant by the window, video game cables strung across the living room and a general level of untidiness. Now there were fresh vacuum lines on the floor and even the ash trays had even been whipped out.
Eve smacked Greg on the back of the head. "Did you make Jess clean your apartment?"
"Hey!" Greg said.
Jess shook her head and said in her small voice, "Oh, no he cleaned the apartment himself."
I had known Greg for years, since were in high school. I had seen him clean his apartment on this level twice before, the first time was when he was in a very serious relationship, and the second was when he was engaged. Cleaning, for Greg was like a declaration: I like you so much I will even dust the shelves.
I looked back to Jess. She didn't seem like Greg's type. She was hot. I mean hot. She couldn't have been more than five foot one inch, red hair that hung down just past her shoulder blades, probably a B-cup, a thin waste, lean all over, but not bony, legs that were long for her height and a butt that any man with a pulse wouldn't be able to pry their eyes off of. On one of our few double dates I had even caught Eve looking at Jess' ass.
I can see why Greg had taken her out, if I hadn't been dating Eve, I would have done about anything for a roll with her.
However, the reason I was surprised that Greg was still going out with her was because she was probably the quietest person I had ever met. Greg usually was attracted to girls of a more outgoing nature. Double dates with Greg almost always had a conversation that led to sex talk by Greg's dates. Jess was no introvert, while we were chatting at dinner she didn't just stare at her food, she look at us while we talked, and laughed at our jokes, but she just didn't say much.
"So where do we sleep?" Eve asked.
"There is a pull out bed," Greg said pointing at his couch.
Eve walked to the couch and started taking off cushions. I walked to help, but not too quickly, I always take an opportunity admire Eve's ass. Eve was taller than Jess by at least 6 inches, and thicker all over, but not fat, just a little softer looking. She had curly blond hair, blue eyes, D-cup breasts and, just between you and me, Eve had the prettiest pussy I had ever seen. She was twenty had just been with one other guy before me, and only for a year. They hadn't had sex often, and he later came out of the closet. Eve hadn't ever had an orgasm before we got together, so while other girls her age had been wearing out their pussies like there was no tomorrow, Eve's was in near mint condition. Sometimes I just liked to look at it so she usually kept shaved, just for me.
Looking at her ass, I felt my cock stir.
I walked over to the hide-a-bed and pulled it out of the cough frame. When I unfolded the bottom half of the bed I heard Eve gasp. On the mattress was a purple dildo. I had never actually seen one before and my first thought was that it was almost the exact same size as my dick. About seven inches, at the base there was a hilt and beyond that was a strange piece hooking upward. I looked over at Jess and her blush reflected her bright red hair.
She dashed to the bed, grabbed it and ran into the bedroom.
"Well, this is awkward," Greg said. "I trust you two are so drunk you won't remember that in the morning?" Greg's eyes seemed to plead at us.
Eve and I both mumbled our assurances that we weren't going to remember it.
"Good to hear. I think I am going to go to bed now. I will see you two in the morning."
Greg stumbled into his bedroom.
Eve crossed the room and dropped the blinds and I turned out the lights, it was almost pitch black in the room, even after our eyes adjusted. I stripped down to my boxers and Eve went down to her bra and panties. We climbed onto the hide a bed and I pulled the blanked that was folded on the pack of the couch on top of us.
I gave Eve a kiss. Her tongue flicked out of her mouth and soon we were making out deeply. We started to grind out pelvises together.
Without warning Eve stopped and said, "Do you think Jess is pretty."
"Yeah, but not as pretty as you."
"We aren't talking about me. I had a dream about her the other night."
"Really? What were you doing with her?"
"We started making out, and then she starting playing with me, putting her fingers in me."
At this point my private was at rigid attention.
Like most guys, I had, as subtly as possible, probed to see if there was any possibility that bringing another girl into bed, and she had never expressed the slightest interest in other women.
We started to hear creaking form Greg's bedroom.
And we started to giggle.
"Hey Greg! I think your air conditioner is broken!" I shouted. "It's making a horrible squeaking noise!"
The creaking continued.
"They are going to make me horny," Eve said.
"I would hate for you to be horny," I said. Pretty soon we had the hide-a-bed creaking, my boxers and her panties pushed to the side.
I felt Eve caressing my ass, pulling me into her. She started running her fingers over my asshole, pausing on it and applying gentle pressure. We had never done any sort of butt stuff so I was a little surprised.
"I like it when you play with my ass," I said.
"What?" Eve said, and stopped moving.
I looked over my shoulder and was shocked to see Jess sitting on the edge on the bed completely naked with a hand on each of my ass cheeks. Greg was standing in the hallway, also naked and a big grin on his face. Greg turned on the hall light, giving us more than enough light.
"I heard what you said," Jess said. Jess pushed forward between me and kissed Eve on the mouth, and put a hand on Eve's beautiful pussy and gave a couple of quick rubs to her clit.
"Holy shit," I said. Eve was so shocked that she still hadn't moved.
I pulled out of Eve and sat back ready to enjoy what I thought was going to be a hell of a show.
"Wait a minute," Eve said. "I don't know about this, I'm not a lesbian."
"That's ok, neither am I. You don't have to do anything you don't want to do. What does it matter if the mouth that goes down on you had a cock or a cunt at the other end of it?" Without another word Jess slid down and gave a little kiss to Eve's pussy, a lick and in a few more seconds she was making sloppy, slurping sucking noises. Eve's breath quickened and she grabbed the bed sheets.
