D wants something now.

"Hello," Monica said pleasantly as D stormed into the apartment followed by Brad. "How was lunch with your aunt?"

She was wearing extremely revealing lingerie and standing at attention by the kitchen counter. The apartment smelled like cleaning fluid and Brad noticed that several large piles of junk mail and random detritus had been cleared out.

"June was great, but the drive home left a bad taste in my mouth," D groused as she opened the fridge. She cracked open a can of beer and took a long swig, relishing the taste.

"I could just make you like it," Brad said. D rolled her eyes.

"Dude, we've been down this road. You start tweaking me and before you know it I'm just a girlfriend script with bad hygiene. Obviously I don't care but the whole point is that you want a friend, right?"

Brad nodded. "And friends don't like tasting each others' semen when they wake up."

"Damn straight," D said. She chugged the remainder of the beer and opened the fridge for a second. "It's fucking gross, dude. I let you rail me because it feels amazing, but I'm still a straight guy behind the tits and vag."

"Sorry," Brad said sincerely. "I didn't think it'd be a problem."

"Water under the bridge," D said amicably. She belched and flopped onto his couch. "Still, if you wanted to pay me back..."

"You want me to go down on you?" Brad asked incredulously, but D grimaced at the question.

"Fuck no, dude. You probably suck at eating pussy." She propped her legs on the coffee table and reached for the TV remote. "I want Monica to go down on me."

Monica smiled and knelt in front of D, who started flipping through the channels. She patted the seat next to her and Brad sat. She handed him the remote and told him to pick something to watch.

"What do you wanna watch?" he asked, looking through a list of streaming services.

D grinned. "I don't care, dude. Just no boner-killers. I just- whoa!"

She started laughing again and doubled over slightly as Monica's tongue expertly ran along her outer lips. "Holy shit, that- oh! Oh my God! Oh fuck, don't stop now!"

She put both hands against the back of Monica's head and thrust herself against the other golem. Monica didn't react other than to continue to work her tongue with superhuman agility and speed. D let out a squeak and Brad laughed, making her turn beet red.

"That was a cute little noise," he said with a chuckle, the TV forgotten. "I didn't know you could be so feminine."

"...fuck you," she gasped. "I can't help it- oh! I've got a girl's fucking body, what do yooouuu ah ah AHHH-"

Her speech degenerated into moans as Monica increased her intensity. D closed her eyes and leaned back, sweat breaking across her brow. Brad laughed again and she simply held up a middle finger, unable to respond verbally. Brad was already past his refractory period; his boner was straining against his cheap pants as he watched Monica bring D to uncharted heights of pleasure. Finally, he told Monica to step aside. D opened her eyes and shot him an angry look.

"What the fuck are you-" Her speech was interrupted again as, in one motion, Brad turned to face her and rammed his rock-hard member into her moist, needy slit. As D moaned atonally, Brad glanced back to see Monica sitting on her knees, her face a mask of contentment glazed with Monica's fluids.

"Monica!" he said. "Get over here and help me!"

Monica obliged, sitting next to the pair. She began to plant small kisses along D's clavicle and stroke her belly with long fingernails. D clenched her teeth and grunted at the sensation, relishing every touch. Monica's finger's snaked downward, palpating her pubic mound rhythmically with Brad's thrusts.

When her fingers reached the clitoral hood, D's eyes shot open to reveal a crazed, animalistic lust. "Harder," she groaned, and both Brad and Monica obliged. She grabbed Brad's right hand and put it on her left breast, thrusting it into his palm through the thin fabric of her top.

"Squeeze," she commanded, and he did. She opened her mouth in a silent scream and arched her back as her body quaked. At the same time, Brad found himself once again spurting copiously into her, audibly groaning with effort and release. Monica once again looked on with a pleasant smile, as though watching her friends play a game of chess. Brad collapsed forward onto D, who was plastered against the couch with sweat. After a moment, he felt her roughly shove him away.

"Get the fuck off," she panted. "Christ, you're heavy. If you want a pillow to pass out on either use Monica or unbind me."

He did as she asked, buttoning up his pants and going to the kitchen to get water. When he returned, D was cuddling lazily with Monica and flipping through the channels.

"I thought you weren't into cuddling," Brad said.

"I'm not into cuddling with you," she emphasized. "And this isn't cuddling. This is me using your cockwarmer for a little post-coital relaxing. Right, Monica?"

Monica nodded. "If that's ok with you, Brad."

Brad nodded and sat on the far side of Monica. D had ended up on a compilation of skateboard tricks. They sat in silence for a minute before Monica spoke up.

"D is enjoying my breasts quite a bit," she said to Brad. "But my ass is fair game. Would you like to grope me while we watch TV?"

Brad responded with a slap on her right cheek, leaving his hand there. The three sat on his couch and watched TV for hours in that posture until Brad felt his eyelids begin to droop.