Yes: He gropes her tit

In the wake of all those damn tests, I felt invincible, and I brazenly lifted my hand to grab one of Talia’s big boobs through her shirt—in full view of her girlfriend.

Rachel took her lips off of Talia long enough to throw me a disapproving frown, and I hesitantly released the breast I had been so happily groping. But Talia just grabbed my hand and put it right back on her chest. Rachel met her girlfriend’s hypnotic eyes, clearly a bit nervous about where this was heading. Talia leaned in to whisper:

“Please baby, can we? You know how much I fantasize about this.”

Rachel’s eyes went wide, more nervous than I’d ever seen her before. My feelings of invincibility started to crumble as a wave of guilt washed over me. Rachel had been pretty accepting to let Talia fuck me back at the cabin, but that had been out of sight, out of mind.

This was different. Rachel looked from Talia, to me, to my hand on her woman’s breast—

“Okay,” Rachel breathed, “if it’ll make you happy.”

Talia rewarded her with a deep, lover’s kiss. Their eyes closed in ecstasy as their tongues danced before my eyes. Memories of voyeuristic thrills smashed into my brain as they went at it—memories of them making out in my van, memories of their naked breasts splashing together in the hot tub, memories of Rachel’s tongue on my stomach and Talia’s tits in my mouth.

The last of Rachel’s uncertainty melted away in that kiss, and by the time they pulled apart, she was grinning.

Talia leaned in towards me. Her lips brushed against my cheek. In a husky, seductive voice, she whispered, “We’re gonna have a threesome now, if that’s okay with you.”