Invite Bao

You let go of Becka’s underwear so you can smile.

“We spilled some beer,” you say.

“OK,” Bao replies, her voice quavering a little.

“You want to help us clean up?” You yank Becka’s underwear down with your hands this time, exposing her bush and tattoo just above her vulva, which resembles the triangle on the front of a Pink Floyd album. You stand up, and Becka moves behind you. Her big breasts press against your back, and she reaches around to grab yours.

“There’s a lot here,” she says to Bao, massaging your boobs. “We could use the help.”

You figured that she’d be onboard for this. Bao on the other hand? You aren’t so sure.

You turn around and give her a kiss. “Let’s not pressure anyone,” you chide, taking Becka’s hand. You pull her into the steamy shower, and she follows with a look over her shoulder at Bao.

Under the water, you kiss her passionately. You wouldn’t have expected it, but getting walked in on like that flipped a switch in you. You are very turned on, and that little breast massage only made it worse. You can’t get enough of squeezing Becka’s smooth, soft body. You have one of her pokey, rough-skinned nipples in your mouth when you hear the shower curtain. You look up to see Bao, shyly covering herself with her hands, step into the tub.

She’s tiny, but you and Becka are not. It’s just a normal tub. It’s crowded as hell, but that works for you. Thinking in unison, you and Becka pull Bao between you and sandwich her in. You kiss her on the mouth while Becka feels her up.

Bao had the courage to join you, so it’s only fair that you reward her by going from zero to sixty. She tries to have a bit of agency of her own, and you feel her little fingers trying to get a feel, and her tongue doing its best, but she doesn’t stand a chance.

You find yourself with your chest smooshed against her back, holding her steady as she writhes with Becka’s face between her legs. For such a good girl, she is awfully vocal. Her shriek when Becka’s tongue tickles her clit to orgasm is ear-shattering. A minute later you have to reassess how good she is, because her fingers are inside you, and there’s a practiced quality to their movements that tells you that Bao has had plenty of practice, if only on herself. You have to steady yourself against the wall, and Becka rubs herself feverishly as Bao sucks your breast and fingers you.

“Hey! Are you people deaf?” Amy shouts.

You all look over as she snaps the curtain aside. She’s dressed, and she looks shocked at the scene in front of her. You can’t blame her for that. Visually, it’s… a lot.

You and Becka helpfully move as one, slapping your hands over Bao’s chest and privates for modesty as she turns bright red.

“Oh,” Amy says, clearing her throat. “Jesus. OK, I guess you aren’t deaf, just busy. Get your asses downstairs. TV room. Right now.”

With that, she leaves the bathroom in a hurry.

The three of you look at each other. Becka laughs. “Jesus,” she says. “Don’t worry about her.” She leans in and tenderly kisses Bao, who moans needily, wiggling in your arms.

OK… hmm.

You and Becka are so worked up. You need relief, but Amy sounded serious.

Finish up in the shower, then go downstairs?

Or obey Amy’s order right now?