No way

RIA

"Absolutely," he sighed. "Tonight it finally happens. No more role playing. No more wondering 'what if.' Tonight I want you to fuck my best friend, just like you've always dreamed."

Then he rolled back his head and luxuriated in the feeling of my tongue stroking his cock back to life.

After a few minutes, I reluctantly took my mouth off of him and whispered, "I better stop. Tracy would never forgive me if I stole one of the orgasms you've been saving up for her all day."

"You're such a considerate friend," Shane laughed.

"I want you and her to enjoy yourselves to the fullest," I whispered. "Go wild."

Suddenly, we heard Connor and Tracy's footsteps approaching from the hallway. We quickly hopped into some casual clothes and opened the door to greet them.

"Hi," Tracy waved, nervous. She was dressed in a fuzzy white Christmas sweater, her hair up in a playful ponytail. Beside her, Connor had on his old faded bomber jacket and blue jeans.

Seeing the two of them standing outside our bedroom, I was struck with a sudden case of déjà vu, but I couldn't quite figure out why...

Then Shane solved it for me:

"Those are the same clothes you guys wore on our very first double date, three years ago."

Tracy blushed, "Remember how we were talking about 'what if,' earlier? Well, when me and Connor were getting dressed just now, we realized that, totally randomly, we'd both brought the clothes from our first date with you guys-funny coincidence, huh?"

Connor locked eyes with me: "And we got to thinking, what if it was like a sign or something? A sign that maybe tonight we could all finally give that big 'what if' the chance it deserves?"

A brief but heavy silence filled the space between us, then Connor asked, "Ria, would you go out with me?"

I blinked, "What?"

"On a date," he explains. "Just the two of us. Just for tonight. Like we were supposed to do, three years ago."