Offer yourself

It’s been a long, crazy day. Time to let someone else do the work. You step back from Lisey and pull off your top, then just push down your jammies and underwear. Nude, you lie back on Thandi’s bed and beckon to her.

Lisey is usually a little more seductive herself, a little more confident and in control, and comfortable with her ways as a little minx. Right now she looks like Roxy: a horny puppy. All she’s wearing is a tee, and she flings that off and climbs onto the bed, pushing you down and lying on top of you. She was acting pouty before, but now it feels like kissing is the only thing she ever wanted to do. You wrap your arms around her, and you could do this all night… but it won’t accomplish anything.

You slide your hands down to her rear, then give her a sharp slap on both cheeks. She breaks the kiss and gives you a startled look.

“We aren’t making any noise like this, remember?” you ask, pushing her hair out of her face.

She smiles. “Right,” she says. She bites her lip and comes close, brushing her nose against yours. “Let’s have them listen to you scream.”

“Why not both of us?”

She raises an eyebrow. “OK,” she says, blushing. This is something you’ve never done with her before, but she’s game. She gets off you and you sit up, entwining your legs. She giggles and you offer your hand. She takes it, and you both pull, drawing your bodies together. Even your very experienced heart starts to race as you feel your mound pressed against hers. The pleasure from this is clumsy and awkward, but that’s not the point.

She squeezes your hand, and you gaze at her blushing face. She starts to move her hips, but she’s too gentle. You really rock your body, making sure the bed squeaks nicely and the headboard bangs on the wall. Lisey laughs, but it turns into a moan as you take control of the grinding.

“Oh!” you cry out, making it much louder and more dramatic than it needs to be. It does feel good, though. You pull yourself tighter against her, and she does the same, wiggling her hips and joining in.

“Ah!” she cries.

You make it about thirty seconds before the door bangs open, revealing a shocked-looking Kris and Karen.

“Thandi?” Karen says, marching through, looking disbelieving. She freezes at the sight of the two of you.

You and Lisey stop actively scissoring and sit there, flushed and entwined, returning her gaze.

“No, it’s just us,” you pant.

Kris covers her eyes but peeks between her fingers.

“What are you doing in Thandi’s bed?” Karen demands.

You and Lisey exchange a look.

“That should be obvious,” you say.

Roxy appears, and she didn’t just come out of your room, she came out without getting dressed. Kris and Karen notice her there in her panties with her cigarette in her mouth.

“Oh jeez,” Kris says, edging away, unsure who to stare at.

“So this is what you left me for,” Roxy mutters around her cigarette.

OK, so this is not going as planned. The idea was for Karen and Kris to hear you and Lisey having sex and get in the mood themselves. And Roxy could have a nice soundtrack to touch herself to. Or something like that. Instead, you have an audience.

“What’s the matter?” Roxy asks. “Pussy got your tongue?”

You have to say something to her.

Tell Roxy to sit down and watch?

Or challenge Roxy to join?