Using their words

Joan swayed in the arms of her lovers. Both of her nipples were on fire, being sucked at and gently bitten, and Alison's fingers felt so good as they slid in and out. Only Connor's arm around her waist was keeping her kneeling up. The room was practically spinning around her, the warmth of mouths and skin against hers the only anchors holding her in place.

Connor shifted, bringing his hand down Joan's back to squeeze her behind and pull her onto Alison's hand in front. He hadn't realized how much he was holding up Joan, however, and as he moved his arm she collapsed.

Alison found herself being pulled down on top of Joan, her lips still sealed around a puffy nipple and her right hand still knuckle deep in Joan's incredibly wet snatch. Connor knelt down next to the pair, gently rubbing at Alison's back. It was the first act of physical intimacy between the two of them since she'd entered the room.

"Hey," he said, so softly it was almost a whisper, "I hadn't thought you felt that way. Not about Joan. I mean, I thought you might have been hitting on me the other day..."

Alison blushed, and determinedly kept her attention on pleasing Joan. Trust Connor to be awkward, even to the girl fingerbanging his girlfriend. He didn't take the hint and continued,

"I just didn't know you were into Joan. And that's cool. She's enjoying herself, it's cool. But you're overdressed."

With that, Connor seized hold of the hem of Alison's sweatshirt and peeled it off her. She objected a little, but mostly because it meant that she had to let go of Joan, and because her t-shirt came off with the hoody. She was left in her bra, sitting up above Joan, who squealed in delight.

"It's about time you let someone see the girls!" said Joan, reaching up and tugging at Alison's bra.

Connor took in Alison's upper body while trying not to be creepy. He'd kind of thought that Alison was fat. It stood to reason, what with the baggy clothes and all. She did have a lot more curves than Joan's trim frame, but she wasn't really fat. What she did have was an unexpectedly huge rack. Like most teenage boys, Connor had only a vague idea of how cup sizing for bras worked. But Alison's breasts were clearly huge and proved surprisingly firm as the bra was pulled off despite some half hearted protests.

"But," said Joan with a grin that took the sting out of her words, "You didn't have to choose my boyfriend to show them off to!"

"It's just..." said Alison, with a sudden sadness in her voice, "You two were always happy, but you never pushed each other for sex. So it was ok to be around you, even when I wanted things. And I couldn't see a way to get them." Seeing Connor's confusion she muttered, "I don't want to get called a slut. It was bad when these-" she hefted her breasts together at him, "- came in. Everyone thought I was going to get so many boys' attention. And anyway, Joan, I think I made it clear: I want your attention as well as your boyfriend's!"

With that, she leaned down and kissed Joan on the mouth, her heavy breasts squashing against Joan's smaller ones. Connor almost cautiously grabbed a handful of Alison's denim covered ass with one hand, and used the other to support his weight as he leaned forwards and kissed the back of her neck as she kissed his girlfriend.

"What are we doing then?" he asked, aware that his pounding pulse suggested his powers were doing plenty. Presumably, helping the girls get over their nerves, or lowering their inhibitions, or something like that.