Chapter 1b

Helen was aware of more movement around them, something to her right beyond Claire. Then, behind her, a pair of hands reached around and cupped her breasts. She didn’t know or care who the hands belonged to. She was gently coaxed onto her knees, letting Andy slip briefly from her mouth.

She glanced over her shoulder. Simon was there, lining up behind her. She turned back to Andy. Claire’s mouth was now where hers had been, on Andy’s length. Behind her, David was plunging his cock into her, pushing her head up and down on Andy as he did.

That was how it had been since their first weeks together in student digs nearly four years earlier. No egos or jealousy, just love and friendship existing in a bubble that shielded them from the outside world.

People moved, positions changed, needs were met, desires satisfied. Helen found herself in a sandwich, on top of Andy, who was inside her cunt. Behind her, Simon took her in the arse, both men moving in and out of her with a casual ease that felt divine. She became aware of movement again, Claire crossing the room. She sat down, picked the half-smoked joint from the ashtray and lit it. A moment later, Simon withdrew from Helen’s arse, only to be replaced by David. She barely noticed the change. In this place, desire flowed easily between them all.

As the men pleasuring themselves on Helen picked up the pace, Claire crawled across the room and held the joint to Helen’s mouth. She inhaled deeply. Beneath her, Andy cupped his hands around his mouth. She lowered her face to his, their mouths joined by his hands as she exhaled the smoke for him to take in.

Claire and Simon came together on the floor beside them, then David burst inside Helen’s arse, emptying a thick load that warmed her insides. The effect was to push her almost instantaneously to orgasm. Not a screaming humdinger, more a slow-moving tidal wave of quiet bliss. She writhed slowly as David pumped, clamping her mouth on her love, Andy, holding onto him with a depth of feeling few people ever experienced.

When David pulled out, Andy took the chance to move Helen off him, leaving her to drift slowly back down on the sofa. David made a beeline for the joint in the ashtray. Andy went for Claire; she was on all fours, with Simon behind her. Andy went to her front. Claire’s mouth engulfed his length easily. On the sofa, Helen absent-mindedly toyed with her clit as she watched.