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The Sunday morning after going to the club with Bradley, the same night we met Hannah and James, was slow moving for me. I woke up, checking my phone for the time. I turned over, Millie still passed out next to me. We had gotten back to the apartment late, and I expected her to be out for the better part of the morning. I quietly got out of bed, working my way to the kitchen. Bradley had slept over too, and he was still passed out on the couch. I wanted coffee, but I didn’t want to wake Bradley grinding coffee beans. Being in the PNW, there was a Starbucks on every corner.
Two blocks away I ordered two black coffees for Bradley and me and a nitro cold brew with sweet cream for Millie. I returned, my hands full, finding Millie leaning against the fridge eating a yogurt. She was dressed in an oversized t shirt, and mismatched socks. Her hair was a mess. She looked like a gremlin. I handed her her coffee, and she choked out a thank you in the middle of engulfing a bite of yogurt. “How did you like last night?” I took a sip of my coffee, not taking my eyes off her.
“It was great.” She took a sip, too, not taking her eyes off me. We were in the midst of a standoff.
“That’s all? Just great.” I took a sip.
“It was great.” Another sip. “But I was thinking that it’s been great seeing Bradley. Really great. Good enough that it makes me want to explore more and maybe look for another partner so we don’t have to be prisoners to his schedule.”
“Okay.” I was pondering what she had to say, taking it in. “That’s exciting,” I admitted.
“I thought you might think so.” She tossed her yogurt cup in the garbage and before she could stop herself, her spoon in the sink. As soon as she let go, she realized her mistake. It clanked in the sink, and Bradley stirred on the couch. He rolled over, but stayed asleep.
“So how do you want to go about looking? We met Bradley at the club. Do you want to go back just the two of us and see who you might meet?”
“No. The club is fun, but it’s limited.”
“Tinder?” We had met on Tinder after all.
“No, I don’t want to risk anyone seeing me on there.”
“Fair.”
“I was thinking maybe we just go out.”
“Like to a bar?” I asked.
“Yes. Like to a bar.” She smiled.
Bradley stirred again, this time waking, so we put a pin in our conversation. Millie walked over to him with his coffee, putting it on the coffee table and scooting under the blank, making room for herself on the couch next to him. She made sure he was awake, and then we climbed on top of him. She was sore last night, but a good night’s rest seemed to be enough to get back on the horse, so to speak.
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The following Friday Millie came over like she usually did. As soon as she walked through the door, she walked over to me. I was pacing the living room going through bar prep flash cards. She dropped her bag and dropped to her knees. “What are you doing?” I asked.
“Thanking you.” She was looking up at me as she pulled down my sweats.
“For . . .?” She took me into her mouth, so I didn’t get my answer immediately. Instead, she started working my head over with her tongue, taking me deep into her mouth. Her eyes danced from looking up to me to staying focused and straight ahead. Drool would dribble out the side of her mouth and onto the ground between us, but I didn’t mind the mess pooling in my living room. Not when this was the cause. She worked me into a full erection before stopping and delivering the answer to my question.
“For letting me playyyyy tonight.” She went back to sucking.
Fuck, I thought. Okay, that’s what she had in mind for the weekend. “Oh yeah. What were you thinking?”
“I was thinking we go out tonight.” She could’ve asked anything of me in that moment, and I would have agreed. Two hours later, after dinner at a local restaurant, we were ordering drinks at a local bar.
The bar was somewhat crowded for being near a university during the summer. Usually full of college students, it was of mixed patronage tonight. There were groups there watching the Mariners play, though.
The Mariners started getting blown out late in the game, and with that the bar started to clear out. One group was leaving, one guy staying behind to pay the tab. Millie, who had been glancing over in the direction of his group throughout our drinks there, squeezed my arm and took off to the counter. She feigned like she was paying our tab too, and immediately struck up a conversation with the man left behind. They exchanged a few words before both looking in my direction.
Ten minutes later, we were getting in an Uber to go back to our apartment, and another ten minutes later I was opening a beer from my couch while I watched Millie make herself a vodka cran and her new friend Tyler a Jack and coke. They were chatting away in the kitchen like I wasn’t there. They drank their drinks from the kitchen, talking the entire time, pouring themselves another when they finished.
Taking a long sip of his second drink, Tyler finally broke the ice, “How do you guys like this to work.”
“Oh he’s happy to watch tonight,” Millie said, making the decision for both of us. She leaned in to kiss Tyler. He was a little taken aback, but he kissed her back, finding the counter and putting his glass down without breaking the kiss. Millie slowly brought her body in closer to him, coming chest to chest. They were making out in the kitchen before long when she broke away. “Come here.” She started guiding him to the couch. “Sit here,” she gestured towards the cushion next to me.
Tyler did, and I could see the bulge in his pants. She was clearly turning him on. “I can’t believe you’re cool with this,” he said a little sheepishly. I just took a sip of my beer and smiled in his direction.
Tyler was sitting on the couch when Millie leaned into to kiss him again, pushing against his chest to push him back. She then turned around rocking her hips back and forth, showing her ass off to her new friend. It looked amazing in her high waisted jeans, accentuating every curve she had to offer. It took everything I had not to reach out and grab her.
Tyler beat me to it. He reached out, rubbing his hands over her ass. Millie seductively looked back at him over her shoulder. “Good boy, you can touch.” Her encouragement spurred him on, and he continued to fondle her. Her seduction went on and on, both Tyler and I throbbing in our pants, when she finally started to strip down, instructing Tyler to undress himself. He was naked on the couch next to me, Millie naked in front of us, and there I was fully clothed and pretending to sip on an empty beer.
“You’re a fucking goddess,” he said before she mounted him.
“I know,” she whispered into his ear as she grabbed his cock and guided it into her, sinking herself down on a man she knew no longer than an hour. She kissed him hard, grabbing the back of his neck. He was holding onto her waist as she slowly rocked back and forth, grinding on him. I could tell she was enjoying herself because she asked me to get a towel to put beneath them otherwise I could expect my couch to be ruined. She was going to drip all over it if I didn’t hurry.
I got up while she continued to kiss him, his cock lodged deeply into her pussy. Her tongue swirling around his, his hands squeezing her waist and ass. She was entranced, and so was I. I broke away to grab a towel and had them get up for a moment as I put it down. I felt bad interrupting, but it was at her direction. Tyler asked if she wanted to switch positions, and to took the opportunity to ask him to fuck her while she was on her back. She laid on the towel and pulled her knees up to her chest. She was inviting a plowing, and that’s what he gave her. It wasn’t long before she was moaning, screaming even. He was pumping away inside of her, thrust after thrust, her chest turning red to match the red in her cheeks. She was flush with pleasure.
“Fuck fuck fuck I’m going to cum,” she shouted. Getting the towel paid off, because it was damp from how wet she had become, juice running down her ass and dampening the towel. Millie had cum, but Tyler hadn’t, and he continued thrusting into her. He had slowed his pace, though, letter he come down from her orgasm a little. She was now closing her eyes and rubbing her clit, trying to ride the momentum of the first orgasm into another.
“Fuck here it comes again,” she moaned. This was too much for Tyler to take, and he pulled out his cock and pumped ropes of cum onto her chest and tummy. “Fuuuuuck,” she said, still rubbing her clit. “Fuck that felt good.”
“Fuck that felt really good,” Tyler said, copying her. He then turned to me. “Did the Mariners end up losing?”
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