In Part 4 - Steven, his girlfriend Siobhan and their friend Sharon prepare for the dinner dance at the weekend conference. In Part 5, the dinner dance goes to plan until Mark Pritchard makes a fool of himself. The three friends then return to the hotel suite they are sharing.
Part 4 - Getting Ready For Dinner
Siobhan had moved to the bidet. Steven walked over and kissed her. “How are you doing?” He asked.
“Not bad, the blood was no worse than a light period. I feel like I’ve been punched in the tummy and I’m a bit sore inside but otherwise I feel wonderful. It’s quite a big weight off my shoulders.”
“You’ll probably feel sore for a couple of days. Painkillers can help but that would mean no drinking this evening. Maybe take some in the morning if you’re still sore. By next weekend you’ll be fighting fit and ready to fuck,” said Sharon. “Did you bring any tampons?
“Yes I’ve got some of the small ones you told me about in my luggage.”
“I think you should wear one tonight to stop any leaks. It would be a pity to stain your frock. Now we all need to get ready for dinner. It’s nearly five o’clock.”
After what the three of them had done together over the previous few hours there wasn’t any question of using the bathroom one at a time. Steven even had a pee in front of the girls before getting under the shower for the second time inside an hour. He then struggled to concentrate when shaving with two beautiful women showering in the same room. Eventually Steven left them to it and retreated to the bedroom to get dressed into his dinner suit and then went to sit down in the lounge area.
Feeling extravagant Steven decided to spend a few of the pounds he had tucked away for a rainy day and put a call into room service for a bottle of champagne with four glasses. It arrived, complete with an ice bucket whilst the girls were still in the bathroom.
—-
In the bathroom, Sharon and Siobhan were getting ready in tandem. The fact there were two of everything helped.
The conversation had started on the subject of their make up, undergarments and dresses but soon turned to sex.
“It’s a pity I didn’t give myself to Steve before this weekend as I don’t know if I’ll be able to let him do it again tonight.”
“I’m sure you can satisfy him with your mouth again. Steven’s not the sort to force himself on you.”
“Would you like him to fuck you?”
“Only if you’re really sure you're happy for that to happen. I’ve never had casual sex before and that’s all it will be given Steven’s your boyfriend.”
“I think it would be fun for all of us. I got quite turned on watching Steve do you with his mouth but wondered what it would be like watching you two fucking, and I may even be able to join in somehow. Also, there’s a list of movies we could watch together to get some ideas.”
“Not before dinner else we may never make it downstairs.”
“Too true.” Siobhan giggled. “I think Steve would like it if we gave him a bit of a show later.”
“What are you thinking of?”
—-
Steven heard the girls slide the bedroom door closed when they came out of the bathroom. By that time he was scanning through the TV channels and switched the TV off when he heard the bedroom door open again.
He turned to see two beautiful women walk out dressed in long evening gowns. Siobhan’s was red and Sharon’s was a shade of Lilac. His mouth went dry at the sight of the cleavage on show, particularly Sharon’s.
“Will we do?” asked Sharon. Steven stood up pretending to survey each in turn.
“Sharon, turn around slowly.” She did as she was asked and Steven saw she had a plunging neckline at the back and the dress fitted perfectly over her buttocks. It also had a slit up one side and he got a glimpse of black covering her legs.
“Now you, Siobhan,” he managed to say as matter of factly as possible given his pulse was racing. She giggled and did the same move as her friend. Siobhan’s neckline wasn’t as low to cover her bra straps and the dress wafted more so there was no need for a slit. Her figure wasn’t as discernable but she still looked stunning.
“So will we do?” asked Sharon again with a glint in her eye.
“You’ll more than do. Every man who sees you is going to be jealous of me and I don’t care a jot.”
“The other men can dream all they like, you have a mission to take care of both of us this evening,” added Siobhan.
Steven wondered how far that remit went. “I’ll do my best but the question I have is, will I do?” In unison the girls both said “Turn around, slowly.” He did as they asked and got a running commentary for his troubles.
“The suit looks good on him but he’s been sitting on the sofa with the jacket on so it’s a bit creased” said Sharon.
“I can’t see if he’s got a nice arse but there’s a bulge in his trousers that looks interesting,” added Siobhan.
“His arse looked pretty good to me when he was popping your cork.”
“I thought he looked fairly fit when he was eating your pussy.”
“Enough!” Steven almost shouted. “Would it help my score if I offered you both a glass of champagne?”
The girls looked at one another and said “You’ll do.”
Steven opened the bottle of champagne and poured three glasses.
“Why the fourth glass Steven?” asked Sharon.
“Just trying to give an illusion to anyone sniffing around for scandal and gossip that Siobhan and I had drinks in our room with another couple before going to dinner.”
“You crafty sod.”
“I also think a few words in the ears of the right people will get whatever story we want broadcast around the room. Let’s talk whilst we drink the champagne. We have a little while to come up with a story we all agree on. The reception is 7 for 7:30 so let’s make an entrance about a quarter past to be fashionably late, to create an impact and limit the amount of time during which we will have to circulate.”
Siobhan and Steven sat either side of Sharon on the sofa and he kicked off the questioning. “Tell me what Wayne looks like and what he was wearing this morning at breakfast.”
Sharon looked perplexed but described the man Steven had seen leaving the bar that morning with Mark Pritchard’s girlfriend.
“So who do you think he had sex with?”
“Oh that’s easy. The tart that Mark Pritchard has bought for the weekend.”
“Pardon!”
“The girl who came into reception at the end of the conference session. She’s his hired help for want of a better phrase. He got me to book her on his company credit card because he ‘needed an assistant’ for the weekend and I’m off the clock but she didn’t come from the agency we normally use for temp staff.
I get all his bills as he gets me to match his receipts to the card statement and when the bill for the girl came in it seemed strange so I looked the firm up in the phone book. I found them listed as an escort agency with girls of all ages available to impress and entertain your colleagues or customers.”
“Have you told anyone about this?”
“No, apart from you two and that’s only because of what happened this morning. My job is pretty much to do whatever the Directors ask me to do, within reason, and to keep my mouth shut.”
“I saw the girl chatting to someone in the bar this morning whilst you and Siobhan were in the conference room. They stuck out like a sore thumb because everyone else in the bar was single. I’m ninety nine percent sure from your de***********ion that she was deep in conversation with Wayne. They left the bar together soon after I arrived.”
“What time was this?” Sharon had tensed up and was tight lipped.
“Bear in mind I didn’t know who they were at the time, something I heard the girl say made me look at the clock.”
“Steven, please just tell me what she said and what time it was. I’m not going to blame you for anything. You didn't know what was going to happen.”
“I was sitting alone at the bar and as they passed me I heard the girl say something like we’ll have to be quick, the conference finishes at one o’clock. The mention of the time made me look at the wall clock in the bar that showed 10:55.”
Sharon downed her champagne in one. “Can I have a drop more please?” Siobhan took Sharon’s glass to the bar. “Thank you for telling me this Steven. It confirmed my suspicions about what happened. If or when I see Wayne I’m almost certain he will spin a yarn to try or divert all the blame onto the girl but he won’t be able to get out of trouble this time.”
“Will you get into trouble if Mark Pritchard is found out, assuming he would be in trouble for hiring an escort on the company card?” Steven asked, trying to change the subject for a moment.
“I shouldn’t, but I’m not so sure about Mark Pritchard. My day book at the office has lists of all the tasks I’m asked to do by the Directors I look after and when. I’d be in trouble if I hadn’t done something he asked me to do. On one of the pages will be a note proving exactly when I was asked to book the assistant and a reason, though it won’t say exactly what services she was expected to provide!”
“If she was hired for the whole weekend, I wonder why she agreed to go with Wayne?” asked Siobhan.
“Wayne was making himself out to be a big shot property developer over dinner last night. I just left him to it as it’s easier than starting an argument. He usually trips himself up in any case and ends up looking the fool but last night he got away with the performance. She was either impressed enough to drop her knickers or was trying to earn something extra on the side.”
Steven decided to ask a question he already knew the answer to. “So how did you get involved with Wayne in the first place?”
Sharon looked at him for a moment then took his prompt to retell what she’d told him in the car whilst they were waiting for Siobhan to check the coast was clear.
“Have you spoken with your parents about how you feel about being with Wayne?”
“Goodness no! They think we’re getting on like a house on fire. Wayne is always on his best behaviour around them.”
Steven checked the time. “I think you need to make a phone call and here’s what I think you should say.”
—--
Sharon put on an Oscar winning performance over the phone to her Father. Steven and Siobhan only heard her side of the call.
“Hello Dad,
Have you heard from Wayne?
I’ve found out he cheated on me whilst I was at the conference this morning.
(Tearful) No, I couldn’t believe it either, I thought he was the one.
(Angry) I mean, how could he, and with the girlfriend of one of the Director’s I work for!
(Frightened) He got very angry too. We had a row after I found him in bed at lunchtime, Wayne I mean, not the Director, and the room was stinking of perfume and sex. He never goes to bed in the middle of the day.
(Tearful) Yes, it was horrible and the worst of it is that he hit me. Yes, he slapped me across my face.
No, I just ran off to find my friends Siobhan and Steven. They’ve been hiding me from him ever since.
(Calmer) I’m OK now. With their help I managed to get my clothes and other things from my room. Siobhan and Steven are letting me sleep on their couch tonight. I’ll be much safer there than anywhere else. They’ve looked after me very well.” Sharon winked at her co-conspirators.
“No Dad, it’s fine. Steven’s got a nice car with plenty of room and has offered to bring me home tomorrow. I’m going to hang around with them this evening. I don’t want to miss out on the party and I’ll face the music, if there is any, from my boss on Monday.
Don’t worry, Wayne won’t try anything whilst we’re in a crowded room and I feel safe with Steven and Siobhan nearby.
Yes I’ll tell them. Love you, bye.”
Sharon replaced the handset into the cradle and exhaled slowly.
“How did he take that?” Siobhan asked.
“I well and truly shattered any illusions Daddy had about Wayne. He thinks I’m broken hearted, which I’m not by the way. He asked if I’d reported Wayne for hitting me and he offered to come and pick me up. Oh, and he wants to thank both of you in person for taking care of his little girl. He’s not heard from Wayne and if he does I think Wayne will soon find out he’s in big trouble. I hope you don’t mind me offering myself a lift home?”
“No problem, I’ll call my Brother before we leave and find out if he needs the car tomorrow or if I can drop it off a bit later than planned. Worst case you’ll have to slum it in the back of my rust bucket.”
“I was about to make a sarcastic comment that you know how to treat a girl but Siobhan and I both know that you do!”
That lightened the mood again and made Steven smile. “Time to go, and remember the signs.” They’d worked out a way to signal each other if anyone thought trouble was brewing.
—
Part 5 - Dinner And Dessert
The three friends walked out of the lift into the Hotel’s reception area as planned. Steven had a girl on each arm, Sharon to his right so he was next to her injured foot and Siobhan to his left.
There wasn’t much of a height difference between the three of them as both girls were wearing heels. Sharon had managed to loosen the straps on one of her shoes to go over the dressing on her cut foot but she whispered to Steven to slow down as it was still painful to walk.
Steven was surprised by the reaction from everyone who saw them. He thought they’d be impressed or perhaps amused but a number of the men were catching flies in their open mouths whilst the women were either studying the girls, him or looking unimpressed with their male partners. He caught sight of Malcolm Carruthers making a beeline towards them with a woman Steven took to be his wife.
“Good evening Steven, Miss Mitchell, Miss Carson. You both look lovely this evening. I don’t know if you’ve met my wife Marjorie.” Malcolm Carruthers was very much a Gentleman from the old school.
Introductions over, Malcolm went on. “A word of warning for the three of you. Mr Pritchard has been on the warpath this afternoon. Miss Carson, he argued with your boyfriend over lunch and acquired a black eye in the process. Hotel security escorted your boyfriend off the premises and Mr Pritchard’s lady friend left soon afterwards. Since then he has been drinking heavily so he is already several sheets to the wind. He’s been shouting his mouth off that he has plans for you Miss Carson though he’s lately convinced himself that you had already left the hotel.”
“I’m sorry sir, I mean Malcolm, I told you a white lie at lunchtime.” Steven said. “Miss Mitchell and I have been hiding Miss Carson all afternoon.”
Sharon cut in, “Please call me Sharon, Mr Carruthers and Wayne is very much my ex-boyfriend since lunchtime.” She went on to explain to Malcolm and his wife what had happened.
“Well that explains a lot,” said Malcolm.
“You poor dear,” said Marjorie. “That must have been awful for you.”
“It was but Steven and Siobhan saved my life and have cheered me up no end. They took me out for a wonderful walk along the beach, until I cut my foot. Then they patched me up, got me back to the hotel and got me some treatment from the hotel’s first aid girl. I just need to hold onto Steven for support.”
“I doubt he’s complaining about having a pretty girl on each arm, lucky devil.”
“Malcolm, behave yourself!” said his wife in mock horror.
“Sorry dear, anyway, if Mark Pritchard gives you any trouble this evening, let me know. I’ll try and keep an eye on him as he’s on our table but I have no intention of babysitting the bloody fool.”
—
Drinks were offered as the guests entered the conference room. Siobhan slipped her arm from Steven’s to allow him to hold a glass and still support Sharon who was leaning against him whilst she took the weight off her injured foot. He couldn’t help but think he could get used to that.
Little did Steven know that Sharon was thinking something similar but with a tinge of sadness for something that could never happen whilst Siobhan was feeling confused about the emotions she was feeling.
A couple of people who Sharon knew came over to say hello. It was clear they were fishing for information about why she was holding onto a new man or why Mark Pritchard had got himself so drunk and was being loud, making threats about what he would do to Sharon, before the party had even begun.
Steven could only guess what threats Mark Pritchard had made and none of those were pleasant. He was glad they’d come up with a plan to deal with any trouble and wondered just how far Mark Pritchard would go in his inebriated state. He could only hope the man would pass out and leave them alone. He was impressed though with how Sharon answered everyone so clearly and calmly. He watched the crowd and could almost see the story spread like the ripples on a pond that someone had thrown a stone into. Sharon always made a point of telling everyone that Siobhan and he had been her saviours to try and quell any rumours about their relationship.
Somebody whacked a gong that quietened the crowd then a booming voice invited everyone to take their seats for dinner.
“We should be on Table 4,” said Sharon. “I did the seating plan last week. Mark Pritchard wanted to make sure he was sitting at the top table with all the Senior Directors. I think that idea may have backfired from what Malcolm Carruthers told us.”
They found Table 4 was far enough away from the top table that Mark Pritchard couldn’t make out their faces and it was doubtful he could have read the table plans. Their table was set for 8 people and Steven had been placed between Sharon and Siobhan. To Sharon’s right was a seat labelled for Wayne Smith. She took great delight in ripping up his place card. They waited for the other diners to arrive before taking their seats. The other couples were two more women that Sharon knew from work with their husbands.
“I hope it’s not bad luck that we have an odd number on our table.” said one of them.
“No, it’s my good luck,” said Sharon and explained why Wayne was missing.
The dinners had been pre-ordered and were fine. Soup, main and dessert followed by a cheese board with Port for those that wanted it and coffee. There was a choice of red or white wine on the table or drinks from the bar charged to your room.
Over coffee the party was treated to a speech by Sir James Charlton, the Managing Director, that was memorable for a couple of things. The first was that it was unlikely anyone remembered what he said thirty seconds after he said it. The second was seeing Mark Pritchard making faces at the MD who ploughed on regardless.
“Has anyone got a sweepstake running on what time Mark Pritchard will be fired.” Steven mused.
“No, but we could start one,” came a reply from the far side of the table.
Dinner was followed by dancing. Sharon wasn’t up to trying to dance with one sore foot but Siobhan and Steven gave it a go on and off. Just after midnight the band dropped the pace for a couple of slow dances. Steven took Siobhan in his arms for a smooch. About halfway through the second song Siobhan nodded towards Sharon. Mark Pritchard was by her chair and she was making one of the signs they’d agreed earlier in the evening. Steven sighed, took Siobhan by the hand and they walked back to the table.
“Sharon, I’ve asked Steve to guide you round the dance floor whilst I go to the loo.” said Siobhan, thinking quickly.
Mark Pritchard looked up at Steven. He stank of drink and had terribly bad breath. He’d probably thrown up at some point. “I know you, your the fucking techie that broke my prodge-hic-ter. Why don’t you fuck off out of my sight. I’m important, you know. This whole sh-bum, sh-bim, party thing wouldn’t have happened without me.”
“Good evening to you too Mr Pritchard.” Steven held a hand out and helped Sharon to her feet being careful to avoid her sore foot. He saw from the corner of his eye that a few people had noticed what was happening and were looking in their direction.
The singer was trying to perform a slow ballad and was interrupted when Mark Pritchard shouted at the top of his voice “I thought I told you to fuck off you bastard!” The band stopped playing but Pritchard kept shouting. “This little girlie’s wanker of a boyfriend shagged my date this morning so she owes me a shag tonight.” He made a grab for Sharon's leg but missed and nearly fell off his chair. Sharon stepped carefully around behind Steven to keep out of Mark Pritchard’s range.
Speaking calmly Steven replied “I hate to have to disappoint you Mr Pritchard but that’s not going to happen. I think you need to go to bed alone and sleep it off before you make an even bigger fool of yourself.”
Pritchard managed to stand. He was still angry and shouted “Don’t fucking tell me what to do. I’m important and I’ll get you fired first thing on Monday morning unless you fuck off like I’ve told you to and leave that little girlie behind and perhaps I’ll take this one as well.” He made the mistake of reaching out for Siobhan who stepped back out of range and went to support Sharon.
Steven held a hand up to block Mark Pritchard’s progress and he sat back in a heap “How dare you assault me like that. Everybody saw you.” He waved a hand in a sweeping arc. By now everyone in the room had stopped what they were doing. “I’m going to get you thrown out of the hotel on your ear tonight then I’m going to have the pick of the girls in this room, which is those two.” He pointed in the direction of Sharon and Siobhan. “Both of them, so you’d better fuck off out of my way or I will punch you really, really hard.” There was an audible gasp from some of the watchers.
“That really, really would be a very bad idea Mr Pritchard. I am not moving out of your way and if you try to punch me I will be forced to defend myself as well as the honour of my two friends.”
“Honour, those two don’t look like they have any honour left to defend.” The audible gasp was louder this time.
“It’s time for you to go to bed Mr Pritchard. You can apologise for your behaviour and that remark in the morning after you sober up because right now you are hopelessly drunk, you stink of puke and are probably incapable of satisfying yourself let alone a partner.”
Mark Pritchard was very red in the face by that time. He started to struggle to his feet again. Steven dropped his hands behind his back and signalled to the girls to give him some space. Pritchard’s attempt at a punch could not have been telegraphed better if it had been announced by a messenger. He missed Steven by a mile, probably because he didn’t know which one of the three heads he could see to aim for. Steven let Pritchard’s momentum carry him around a half turn then pushed him face down onto Table 4 sending half the contents flying in the process.
With his left hand pressing down between Pritchard’s shoulder blades Steven grabbed his right hand and swung it up his back.
“Ow! You bully, I’m important you know, you can’t do this to me, I’ll get you thrown out of the hotel. I’ll get you fired. Leave me alone, I’m much more important than you, why won’t you fuck off when I tell you to. Fucking techie bastard.”
“Pritchard?” Steven recognised that voice and wondered if he’d blown his job prospects. Sir James Charlton was standing beside him.
Mark Pritchard had fallen silent. Sir James continued. “Pritchard, I’m much, much more important than you are and I am going to ask this young man very nicely on your behalf to let you stand up and walk out of here with as much dignity as you can muster.
This is your final opportunity to do so. If you fail to take this opportunity he has my full permission and support to use whatever means necessary to remove you from this place. You will be reminded about your behaviour tomorrow when I invite you to a meeting on Monday morning to discuss your conduct but as of now you are suspended from all your duties. Do I make myself clear?”
“All I wanted was a shag.” Mark Pritchard said defensively.
“I won’t ask you again, do I make myself clear Pritchard?”
Pritchard nodded his head. Steven lifted him upright by his collar and released his right arm slowly to his side before letting go of his collar and stepping back just in case Pritchard decided to take another swing. Pritchard slowly turned around, looking at the faces staring back at him. The front of his dress suit was covered in bits of food from the table. When he got to Steven he seemed to be studying him before he continued round towards the door. He walked unsteadily out of the room bumping into a number of people, chairs and tables on the way.
“Miss Carson.”
“Yes, Sir James.” Sharon answered with a hint of nerves in her voice.
“I don’t suppose you know how to cancel Mr Pritchard’s credit card at this time of night do you?”
“Possibly, there’s a 24 hour lost or stolen number that might be able to help.”
“I’m sorry to have to interrupt your evening but if I could impose on you, I’d be most grateful if you would contact them as soon as possible.”
“Yes Sir James.”
“Steven, what’s happened?” Malcolm Carruthers, closely followed by his wife, had pushed through the crowd to stand beside Siobhan.
“Do you know this young man Carruthers? He’s just dealt with Mark Pritchard.”
“Yes Sir James, he’s one of my staff and is here with his young lady, Miss Mitchell, my PA who is this lady in the red dress.”
“Ah yes, Mr Masters I presume. Well done for handling that little situation so well. I fear I’d have thumped Pritchard first and asked questions later, which would have caused a terrible fuss. Enjoy the rest of your evening.” With that Sir James made his way through the crowd and back to his wife.
“Sorry Steven, Marjorie and I were taking some air on the terrace before heading to bed and only just realised something was going on.”
“I think we’ll be turning in fairly soon. Sharon’s been given the job of cancelling Mr Pritchard’s Credit Card by Sir James and that will be easier in the quiet of the room. “
“Has she, by gum. Well that must mean Pritchard will be out on his ear pretty much first thing on Monday. Tell me more tomorrow if we get the opportunity, otherwise I’ll call you in on Monday.”
The friends left the conference room pretty much as they came in. Steven with a pretty girl on each arm, only for some reason there was an appreciative round of applause as they left.
—-
When they got back to the room Steven hung out the Do Not Disturb sign. After the incident with Mark Pritchard he felt strangely tired all of a sudden. Sharon went to the counter to use the phone and Siobhan went to the bathroom.
Steven took his jacket off and flopped down on the sofa. A few moments later a girl in a red dress was on his lap planting her lips firmly on his.
“You’re not allowed to go to sleep yet!” Siobhan said. “I’m too sore to let you fuck me but I’m as horny as hell after that business downstairs so you need to use your imagination.” She moved to his ear and whispered. “I won’t mind if you fuck Sharon as long as I can watch and join in somehow.”
Sharon made a couple of phone calls whilst Siobhan and Steven were snogging and managed to speak to someone at the card company who put a block on Mark Pritchard’s card.
“Unfair, How’s a girl supposed to concentrate with you two getting hot and steamy on the sofa. Does anyone want a drink?”
“Can I be boring and ask for a Tea?” said Siobhan.
“That’s not a bad idea if we have enough Tea Bags for the morning.” said Sharon.
“I’ll take a strong coffee to keep me awake.”
Sharon took the kettle to the bathroom to fill it up whilst Siobhan and Steven went back to business. His hands were wandering over the outside of her dress. She broke the kiss and said to wait a minute, “Sharon and I have a surprise for you.”
Sharon made it back with the kettle and Siobhan said “Showtime.”
“Before or after I make the Tea.”
“Before, otherwise I may have to start without you.”
Steven found himself sitting in the middle of the sofa with two gorgeous girls standing in front of him but facing away.
“Steven, your first job is to lower the zip on the back of Siobhan’s dress,” directed Sharon. He stood behind Siobhan and kissed her neck, which made her giggle then undid the small hook at the top of her zip and slowly lowered the zip down to her waist. It was warm in the room but Siobhan shivered.
“Now mine,” said Sharon.
The zip on Sharon’s dress was much lower and much shorter, hidden as it was at the bottom of her plunging neckline near the base of her spine. Steven got a tantalising glimpse of some black lace.
“OK, Now sit down and enjoy the show.”
Steven did as he was told, the girls then let their dresses fall slowly to the floor.
Wrapped up under the evening dresses they were both wearing some very sexy looking underwear. Both girls were wearing stockings and suspender belts and a garter. Siobhan’s stockings and suspenders were red to match her dress and were paired with red panties and a red bra.
Sharon’s stockings and suspender belt were black but her panties were the same lilac colour as her dress. She wasn’t wearing a bra, having got all the support she needed from her dress.
Suddenly Steven didn’t feel tired anymore. “Wow, I feel overdressed,” he said.
“Don’t worry we’ll take care of that in a little while.”
The girls started rubbing their hands up and down their own bodies then slowly turned around to face each other. Then they moved together to rub their bodies against one another, running their hands over their partner’s back. Siobhan kissed Sharon on the side of her neck. Sharon looked at Steven and licked her lips.
“Judging by the tent in his trousers, I think Steven likes what he sees.”
Siobhan licked Sharon’s neck up towards her ear, which made her close her eyes and shiver, then turned to look at Steven.
“So he does.”
“Be fair girls, I’d have to be half dead or very gay not to be turned on by the sight of you two half naked, without you making out with one another in front of my eyes as well.”
The girls giggled and went back to caressing each other’s bodies. Sharon flipped the clip on Siobhan’s bra and let the garment drop to the floor. They hugged close skin to skin then Siobhan lowered herself and started to use her mouth on Sharon’s nipples.
“Too much!” Sharon whimpered.
“I remembered she likes her titties played with Steve.” Siobhan said between teasing her friend.
“So do you,” He remarked.
“True, but I’ve never let a girl try it.”
“Maybe you will later,” said Sharon. “Right now I think we need to bring Steven into this party.”
The girls moved to kneel either side of Steven on the sofa. Siobhan kissed him and attacked the buttons on his shirt whilst Sharon went for the front of his trousers.
Siobhan moved up to place one of her breasts in his mouth. “Finger me,” she demanded. Steven moved a hand into the front of her panties and found a smooth surface under his fingers.
“Have you shaved?” He asked.
“Yes. I could see you liked eating Sharon’s bald pussy so I asked her to show me how to do it when we were alone in the bathroom.”
Steven went back to kissing and sucking Siobhan’s nipples. He felt his fingers get damp and her breathing became shallow and fast.
Sharon meanwhile had released his cock from his pants. He felt her warm breath on his shaft followed by her tongue and lips.
“Will you look at that lovely arse,” said Siobhan. Steven released her breast from his mouth but kept working with his fingers and looked around. Sharon was on her hands and knees on the sofa with her backside raised whilst she was working on his cock with her mouth.
“Would you like to fuck her?”
“Yes, but only if Sharon wants me to and not as payment for some perceived debt.”
“Sharon, would you like Steve to fuck you?” Steven thought it was weird, having his shy, nervous girlfriend directing a hot sex session in such a matter of fact way.
Sharon released Steven’s cock from her mouth but kept stroking it with a hand wrapped around the shaft. “You know I would Siobhan but only if you’re sure you're happy with the idea of your best friend being fucked by your boyfriend. When we talked about the possibility earlier in the bathroom I thought you might want to watch like you did when Steven ate me so I have a little toy for you to play with. It’s in the box on the counter.”
Siobhan released Steven’s hand from her panties, stood and walked over to the counter. Sharon took Steven’s wet hand and licked Siobhan’s juices from his fingers. Siobhan opened a box that Sharon must have brought in from the bedroom when she went to fill the kettle.
“Ooo, what is it?”
“It’s my little friend who never lets me down and always makes me come. It’s a three way vibrator that I bought because Wayne didn’t or couldn’t satisfy me. There’s a part you can put on your button, the big part you use on or in your pussy and a small vibrator that you can stick in your bum if you’re into that sort of thing. There’s a leaflet in the box with pictures.”
Steven decided to take back a little bit of control. He got Sharon to kneel up and kiss him then stood up to remove his clothes. Sharon had moved to sit on the sofa and spread her legs so Steven could kneel and suckle on her breasts with a similar effect to the reaction Siobhan had triggered a few minutes earlier.
Moving down Steven unclipped Sharon’s suspender belt. She lifted her bottom so he could remove her panties. The wetness of her outer lips told him she was ready. He couldn’t resist another lick of her shaven pussy and sensed her become even more aroused. “How do you want to do this?” He asked.
“I want to feel you in me and I want to be able to see you when you come so I know it’s you.” Sharon laid back on the sofa with her legs wide. One foot on the floor and one over the back to the sofa.
“Do you want me to wear a condom?”
“No need. My dates are OK, I’m on the pill and I’m confident you’re clean.”
Steven knelt on the sofa and placed the tip of his cock at Sharon’s entrance. He slid in easily and started to pump slowly in and out. Sharon played with her breasts and he used a thumb on her clit. There was an intense look in her eyes as if she was trying to see into his soul.
Steve was trying to keep up an even pace to prolong the pleasure when he heard a buzzing sound and looked towards the counter. Siobhan had the vibrator inside the top of her panties as she watched what Steven and Sharon were doing on the sofa. It was having an effect on her as she slid to the floor with her knees raised but kept the vibrator on her clit.
Sharon placed her stockinged legs on Steven’s shoulders so he could go in as deep as possible and encouraged him to speed up. He felt her juices flood his cock and her body jerk as she climaxed, which tipped him over the edge and he came almost in time with her. He moved Sharon’s legs so he could lean down and kiss his new lover’s breasts and lips in the afterglow.
They both looked over at Siobhan as she got herself over the line using Sharon’s sex toy.
After a minute or so Siobhan recovered enough to say “That was hot Steve, can you buy me one of these things for my birthday? I’m going to the loo then I’ll make the tea whilst you lay there with Sharon.”
After Siobhan had left the room Sharon said quietly. “That was wonderful.” Steven noticed she was softly crying,
“It was, but why the tears?”
“You are thick. Because you belong to someone else you fool. I’ve told you already I’m not going to cheat on my best friend but I also don’t want to have to ask for her permission to have you fuck me. What happens in this room tonight may never happen again so I intend to make the most of it. Now kiss me then get off and pass me some tissues before I leak.”