A quick meeting of the minds between besties

Zara looked around the bathroom, her expression turning from a sneer to a moderately accepting suspicion. It wasn’t filthy, so that was something. It also wasn’t hotel room clean, but it sounded like Oliver and his cousin or whatever lived there. Hikaroo? Something like that.

She opened a drawer and it was full of branded female products. Skin, hair, lipstick. None of them were the brands that April used. The cousin’s stuff, then.

At least April hadn’t fucking moved in here yet, then.

Zara peeked in the shower. Clean. Poked the lid of the garbage can. Nothing weird. Opened under the sink. Two neat rows of extra toilet paper.

She stood back up, crossing her arms as she frowned and looked around the tight little room. Nothing weird. Nothing out of place. Nothing that screamed ‘He’s not what he seems!’ That was what she couldn’t figure out - what was the catch? Well, other than the obvious; that Oliver was probably the size of three of her combined. Maybe even four.

But all that nerd shit out in the main apartment area screamed that he’d have something weird somewhere. Little naked anime statuettes. Or an anime body pillow with some gross little girl character. Or…

She sighed and sat down on the toilet with the lid down, putting her elbows on her knees and her chin in her hands.

“Am I really gonna do this?” she mumbled to herself quietly.

A threesome.

She should have just apologised for being a cunt. She’d known that’s what she was doing all night, but April deserved the best and Oliver just didn’t seem like that. He was too… soft. In every way she could think of.

But when April hinted that maybe it could happen, Zara was reminded of the fact that the last time she’d had a good come was to pictures of her best friend with the giant fucking cock. April had always been a bit of a secret spank bank person for Zara - not in a weird way, she would tell herself, but because April was just a really good person.

A therapist had told her once that she was ‘demisexual’ and Zara hated the idea of fucking labels so she’d never gone back. Supposedly she needed an emotional connection to have sex or something, but that’s not how sex worked. You were supposed to get an emotional connection from sex.

The bathroom door opened and April slipped in, closing it behind her and pushing her back to it as she looked at Zara.

“Don’t tell me he’s already naked and waiting in bed,” Zara smirked.

“No, he’s not,” April said. “He’s actually stressing out that if we do this, our friendship could inadvertently take a hit.”

Zara was a little shocked at that one. “Oh,” she said lamely and felt a little colour rising to her cheeks.

April sighed and ran her fingers through her hair. “He loves me, Zara,” she said.

“He said that?” Zara asked.

“We both almost said it.”

“So he didn’t say it.”

“It’s too early,” April grunted. “Too fast. Except not. Except- whatever. Oliver and I are on the same page. We’re together. Girlfriend-boyfriend. You are my best friend. I need you and him to get along, and I need you to mellow the fuck out.”

“Wait, so this threesome thing is about me and him?” Zara asked. “You don’t want to do it with me so much as make sure I get filled with his dick?”

“No, that’s not- Ugh!” April sighed. “I love him. I love you. You told me about your sexuality-sexiness-seduction stuff going on, and you know who would be great to practise that on and get real, honest feedback from? Oliver. And if I get to love on both of you while it happens, all the better.”

Zara chewed on the inside of her cheek for a moment, looking up at her standing friend. “We’ve never done this before,” she said. “Not with a guy, and not just us.”

“It never really came up,” April shrugged.

“Have you ever thought about me… like that?” Zara asked.

It was April’s turn to blush. “I mean, you’re not the top fantasy, but you’re top ten I guess,” she mumbled.

“So you’ve gotten off thinking about me?”

“About you. About us doing stuff with other people. About us in the middle of an orgy,” April said, waving dismissively. “I’ve got an active, horny imagination, OK?”

“I have too,” Zara admitted. “Gotten off thinking about us, and you, and doing… stuff.”

“Stuff,” April repeated and chuckled.

“Yeah, stuff,” Zara smirked.

“So we’re doing this?”

“If he’s the one, he’s the one, I guess,” Zara said, standing up.

“Then… look, Zara. He’s overweight. He’s very overweight. He knows, and he’s trying so hard to fix it. Don’t fucking bring it up, OK? You can be snarky, or sarcastic, or whatever, but don’t insult him. Especially about his weight. Just remember that sooner than later you might be my maid of honour looking across an altar at him as my groom, and if the thing that flashes through his mind is you saying something cruel while he’s naked and **** with us- I couldn’t handle that.”

“Fucking hell, Ape,” Zara said. “You’re talking about marriage all of a sudden.”

“I’m thinking ahead,” April replied. “I’m thinking a couple years down the road. I’m thinking in optimistic If’s, OK?”

“OK, I- I hear you,” Zara said. “Fuck. Well, if it’s that serious do you really even want us to do this? Isn’t it almost just as bad if he looks just past you at the altar and pictures me gobbling his cock when he sees me all done up in a bridesmaid’s dress?”

“As long as he’s smiling, and he’s marrying me, I don’t give a fuck,” April said. “Because he’ll have plenty of memories of me doing the same thing.”

“Nasty bitch,” Zara chuckled.

“OK?” April asked, taking Zara’s hand.

“Yeah, OK,” Zara nodded. “Let’s go fuck his brains out.”

“I think… you should take the lead. At first,” April said. “Be the seductress. Seduce my boyfriend.”

Zara licked her lips and then chewed on the bottom one lightly. “Really?” she asked.

“You’re drop-dead sexy, and this is a safe space,” April said. “And I’m giving you permission. Get your sexy back, Zara. Prove it to yourself.”

“Alright,” Zara said, giving her friend’s hand a squeeze. “I’ll get my sexy back. But if Justin Timberlake calls to file a complaint that I’m bringing sexy back harder than him, you’re the one answering the phone.”

April snorted and pulled Zara into a hug, and the two women held each other for a long moment. Things were about to change between them, but how much would it change really? They’d loved each other longer and harder than most. A little sex between friends wouldn’t be that big a deal.

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