Hearing from Friends

They had to have planned it. You weren’t sure how or why, but they must have.

Sabrina was getting ready to go out when it happened.

The two of you had made it home without any further incidents from the defeated guy at the bus stop or anyone else, riding the bus all the way back to the apartment. It was ‘the’ apartment in your mind still, even though Sabrina called it ‘our apartment.’ Sure, you’d stayed over plenty throughout the summer, but it still kinda felt like it was her place since that’s how it had started.

While there hadn’t been any incidents, the bus ride hadn’t been entirely quiet. You’d managed to grab a couple of seats together and, during a low point when the bus was only half full and there wasn’t anyone right next to you, she’d leaned over and murmured that your cum was leaking out of her and into her thong. Then she’d smirked and grabbed your thigh.

She knew what she was doing.

The two of you had crashed once you were back in the apartment, and other than a little teasing as the two of you changed out of your work outfits and into some casual clothes, there wasn’t anything explicitly sexual. You’d sat down on the couch, and Sabrina had come out to join you wearing a tight little tank top and baggy sweatpants, lying down with her head in your lap and letting out a contented sigh.

An alarm on her phone woke you both up when she had to get up and start getting herself together for your dinner.

Fifteen minutes later, you were bombarded with texts.

Sabrina, Gemma, Amanda, Becks, Tasha, Becca, Maeve, and Mallory. All within seconds of each other.

“What the shit?” you laughed, and you could hear Sabrina snickering over in the bathroom.

You opened the first one, from Sabrina, and snorted.

It was a picture, and one line of text.

“Happy Butthole Party!” was the text.

The picture was of Sabrina’s asshole, one cheek pried to the side and her buttplug just starting to be tugged out of her.

Gemma’s text said the same thing, but the picture was of her bent over and two of her fingers easing into her butt.

Amanda’s text said, “You guys are crazy. Maybe you need to fuck it out of them? Loved our end-of-summer thing! Happy Butthole Party.” Her picture was her sitting on what looked like a stool she had at her place, her big butt positioned to be spread a bit, with her tidy little butthole and just a bit of her pussy on display as it pressed to the bare, smooth wood between her thighs.

Becks’ text had come in next in line, and she must have taken it before she left work because you could recognise the skirt she’d been wearing earlier. It was pulled down to her knees and she was in a bathroom stall, her deeply tanned ass being held open with one hand and showing off her silver plug. “XOXO, John. See you soon for our Butthole Party. Hope you’re ready to fuck me so hard I’m feeling it a month from now.”

Tasha had gotten a little more artsy, or maybe she just hadn’t expected everyone else in the plan to be quite so utterly explicit, because hers was a picture of her lying on her stomach, about a third of the picture showering her one eye and her lip-biting smile, while in the background her ass was showing. “Can’t wait to see you, get pounded by you, have a brain melting orgasm or three, and then do it all again :P”

You wondered if Becca’s picture was new for this, or if she’d taken it before and had been sitting on it to tease you with at a later time, because it was her in the shower at her apartment - one of the earliest places the two of you had had an ‘encounter’ and she’d teased you. The water was running down her back and over her juicy, sculpted butt as she stood with her back arched and her legs crossed slightly to give an amazing, ass-popping pose. Instead of a buttplug, toy or her fingers, though, she had what looked like a leather BDSM spanking paddle pressed into her butt cheek. “Maybe next time I’ll get an invite to the Butthole Party ;) Congrats on finishing up for the summer! Fuck you soon :P”

The last two texts were also the most surprising - one because of distance and time zones, and the other because it was pushing boundaries a little.

Maeve’s line of text was just, “I’ll host next time.” Her picture was the naughtiest of them all - the pale, curly-haired brunette was on her back completely naked, her knees pulled up to her chest and flashing everything. Or almost everything - you could only see half her asshole since it was stretch by her actively fucking herself with a lifelike dildo. Her pussy was on full display though, flushed and slick, begging to be stuffed as well. It was hot as hell, but your eyes were drawn up higher in the picture to where she was smiling, glasses on, looking… mirthful.

God, Maeve was a temptress. Considering she raked in the cash being a teasing Findom manipulator, that made sense, but still.

Mallory, the absolute MILF from your trip to the beach, was the most surprising to be wrapped up in the little scheme. Her picture was first and was similar to Amanda’s in that she was sitting, apparently naked, on a wooden stool. Where it differed was that she was sitting on a dildo suctioned to the wood, the phallic toy up inside her ass as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

“Congratulations on finishing your internship, you lucky man. Keep your heart open, communication front and centre, and make those girls happy. I’ll try not to daydream too much about this Butthole Party I’m hearing about :P”

Somehow Sabrina, and probably Gemma, had looped in almost every woman you’d had sex with that summer into sending you texts at the same time, showing off their asses or more. Seeing the queue of texts in your messaging app made the entire summer feel completely surreal - eight gorgeous women. You’d fucked ten gorgeous woman, of different sizes, shapes and even nationalities, in the last three months. Most of them repeatedly.

“Hey, I fucked up,” Sabrina said, coming out from the bedroom with a smirk on her face as she saw you still sitting on the couch in a bit of a daze. “I forgot Nelli doesn’t have your number.”

You didn’t even look at her phone as she turned it around, instead focusing on her - she was only half dressed, wearing a long, flowy skirt that went down to her ankles and hung low on her hips, completely topless but already with most of her makeup on and her hair tied back in a half-ponytail. She was stunning.

And she saw you staring at her instead of her phone, and even though she was probably a bit of a nymphomaniac and you’d seen her naked plenty of times, she blushed a little and glared pointedly at her phone.

Nelli, the popular OF model who Sabrina was becoming friends with and who was planning a trip to meet up with the two of you later in September, had sent a picture of herself bent over her kitchen island, butt naked except of knee high socks and her dyed red hair, spreading her tanned, full butt wide with both hands to show off both her slutty little holes. Except she’d also written ‘On Hold for John’ on her lower back, with and arrow pointing down to her little doughnut hole, and one one thigh was a stick figure with a giant, erect dong pointing towards her pussy, with an actual name tag sticker stuck to her leg that said ‘Hello, My Name Is John.’

“Have fun, you two!” her text said. “Love how wild you are. Can’t wait to throw our own little party soon!”

“Jesus,” you said, shaking your head.

“She wants to jump your bones so bad,” Sabrina smirked.

“How?” you asked, gesturing from her phone to yours.

“It wasn’t hard,” Sabrina chuckled. “You leave an impression on women, baby. You should probably start responding to them, though - no one wants to send a nude and not get a response.”

“Fuck, you’re right,” you said.

“I’ll finish getting ready,” Sabrina chuckled, turning to head back to the bedroom to finish whatever she needed to, but you caught her hand to stop her and pulled her down to sit on your lap sideways.

“Have I mentioned how absolutely stunning you are today?” you asked her.

“Not in some many words,” she grinned.

“Have I told you how much I love you and your crazy ideas?”

“Me, yes,” she smirked. “My ideas? I remember more complaints than compliments about those.”

You leaned in and kissed her gently, and she kissed you back with a simmering hunger before pulling away. “Now I need to check my lipstick again,” she grinned. “Hold that thought until we’re out the door. Now tell all those ladies how grateful you are, and how hard you are for them, and then get up and start getting ready. We don’t want to be late!”

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