I swear, last night was insane. Me, Sarah, 27, chilling at my best friends’ place—Jake and his girl Mia. We’ve been tight forever, like family, but with all their drama lately. Jake’s been stressed from work, Mia’s pissed about his late nights, and I’m just there to play peacemaker with wine and tunes. Their apartment smells like weed and pizza from earlier, bass thumping low from the speakers—some old Arctic Monkeys track, « Do I Wanna Know? » on repeat.
We’re on the couch, tipsy, legs tangled. Mia’s in this tiny tank top, nipples poking through, her dark hair messy. Jake’s shirtless, tattoos glistening with sweat. « You guys okay? » I ask, sipping red. Mia sighs, « He’s such an asshole sometimes, » but her hand’s on his thigh. Jake smirks, « Babe, chill. Sarah’s here. » Tension’s thick, electric. I feel it in my gut, that pull. Music swells, her voice husky over the guitar riff.
Next thing, Mia leans into me. « You get it, right? How he drives me crazy? » Her breath’s hot on my neck, wine-sweet. I nod, heart pounding. Jake watches, eyes dark. « Show her, » he says, voice gravelly. Mia kisses me—soft at first, lips plump, tasting like cherry gloss and merlot. I moan into her mouth, hand sliding up her shirt. Her skin’s fever-hot, silky. She pulls back, whispers, « Wanna feel him? He’s so fucking hard right now. »
I’m wet already, thighs clenching. Jake’s bulge strains his jeans. I unzip him slow, zipper rasping loud over the music. His cock springs out—thick, veiny, pre-cum beading at the tip. Smells musky, manly. « Fuck, Sarah, » he groans. Mia giggles, strips her shorts. Her pussy’s shaved smooth, lips glistening pink. She straddles my lap, grinding. « Touch me, » she begs. My fingers slip in—warm, slick, walls pulsing. She gasps, « Yes, like that… deeper. »
Jake kneels, yanks my leggings down. Cool air hits my soaked thong. He rips it aside, tongue diving in. Oh man, that flat, wet pressure on my clit—circling, sucking. I buck, « Jake… shit, your mouth. » Slurping sounds mix with the song’s beat. Mia’s riding my fingers now, tits bouncing, nipples hard chocolate peaks. I pinch one, she yelps, « Harder! »
We shift—Mia on her back, legs wide. Jake slams into her, balls slapping wet skin. « Pound me, » she cries. I watch, mesmerized, her pussy stretching around him, cream coating his shaft. Then she pulls me over. « Sit on my face. » I do, hovering. Her tongue flicks my folds— tangy, probing deep. I grind down, clit throbbing against her nose. Jake pulls out, shiny with her juices, and pushes into me from behind. Doggy over Mia. His hands grip my hips, bruising. Thrusts deep, hitting that spot—gush of heat building.
« Fuck, you’re tight, » he grunts, pace brutal. Smack-smack of flesh, my ass rippling. Mia’s moaning into my pussy, vibrations humming. Sweat drips, salty on my tongue as I lean to kiss Jake. His stubble scrapes. Music changes— »R U Mine? »—perfect filthy rhythm. I come first, screaming, walls clenching his cock, squirting a little on Mia’s chin. She laps it up, « Mmm, taste so good. »
Jake flips me, missionary on the rug. Mia rides his face while he fucks me missionary-style—slow now, grinding deep. Her ass cheeks flex above him. « Cum inside her, » Mia pants. He does—hot jets flooding me, pulsing. We collapse, sticky, panting. Laughter bubbles up. « Our mess, » Mia says, kissing us both. Jake grins, « Best friends ever. »
Morning after, coffee tastes bitter-sweet. Their troubles? Forgotten, for now. But damn, that replay in my head…