Emma's birthday

Emma’s hand was still resting high on Alice’s bare thigh, thumb stroking slow, lazy circles dangerously close to where my cock was buried inside her. Alice hadn’t moved off me. If anything, she was clenching around me in little involuntary pulses, like her body couldn’t decide whether to be mortified or turned on.

Emma’s eyes flicked between us, that small, knowing smile still on her lips.

“You know,” she said, voice light but with a sharp little edge, “yesterday was my eighteenth birthday.”

Alice went still on top of me.

Emma kept going, casual as anything.

“I thought maybe you’d come over. Or at least text me back. But you said you were busy.” Her thumb brushed higher, almost brushing the spot where Alice’s pussy was stretched around my cock. “Didn’t get me anything either.”

Alice’s face flushed darker. She rolled her eyes again, but it was weaker this time, more flustered than annoyed.

“Emma… shut up.”

Emma just laughed softly under her breath and leaned in closer, her thick thigh pressing against mine on the bed. Her short shorts had ridden up so far I could see the soft, pale crease where her leg met her ass. She looked completely at home sitting there while Alice was split open on my cock.

“You were too busy to get your best friend a birthday present,” Emma murmured, eyes locked on Alice’s. “But now you’re sitting here being all greedy with this?” She gave a pointed little nod toward where we were joined. “Typical.”

Alice made a small, embarrassed sound and shifted on me without thinking. The movement dragged her tight, wet pussy up and down my shaft an inch and I had to bite back another groan. She was so fucking hot inside, gripping me like she didn’t want to let go even while her friend was calling her out.

Emma noticed. Of course she did.

She leaned in and kissed Alice again — slower this time, deeper, her tongue sliding into Alice’s mouth while her hand finally moved that last inch and her fingers brushed right against Alice’s clit and the base of my cock at the same time. Alice whimpered into the kiss, her thick thighs trembling on either side of me.

When Emma pulled back, her lips were shiny and her voice had dropped lower.

“Since you didn’t get me anything yesterday…” She glanced down at where her fingers were still lightly touching us both. “Maybe I should just take what I want now.”

Alice’s breath was coming fast. She looked at me, eyes glassy, then back at Emma. Her pussy gave another hard, involuntary squeeze around my cock.

Emma smiled wider.

“Happy birthday to me, right?”