Yes

You watch for a minute as Neha frantically pumps her hips against her hand. You then turn to your side, and run your hand up and down Neha's flank. She freezes, and gasps - in shock, pleasure, or both, you can't say. You continue rubbing her side, making sure to tease the side of her breast. You pull closer, and lay kisses on her exposed throat and shoulder, causing her to start writhing anew. With a moan, she turns to face you and wraps her leg around you. She kisses you, and begins grinding her hips against yours. Your panties are uncomfortably tight, so you disengage to remove them, jumping back into your frantically eager girlfriend immediately after. The warm tingling you felt earlier is stronger than ever, and a sort of haze fills your mind. You put one hand on Nehas firm ass as she grinds against you, lips locked, and you maul her breasts with the other. With a mewl of frustration, she sits up, and roughly removes her camisole, throwing it to the side. You sit up also, your back to the headboard, and she climbs onto your lap. You take her breasts into your mouth, teasing them, all the while grinding desperately at one another. You can feel how wet she is, her panties are soaked. You push her away for a moment, and switch positions. You spread her legs, and kiss your way down her torso - kisses on her breast, kisses down her belly, a tongue-swirl in her navel... Neha bites her lip, and starts teasing her breasts, in anticipation.

You start licking her labia, and trace the lips upwards toward where you know her clitoris is, and when you reach it, you tease it with your tongue, before sucking it for a moment. You spend several minutes, alternating between exploring her vagina, kneading, prodding, licking, and teasing her clitoris, all the while feeling her thighs tightening around your head, and hearing her increasingly wanton moans. Her legs start to shake, and she clenches your sides with her legs. She gasps, unable to even moan, and you are rewarded with a warm rush of her fluids.

You rest for a moment, the warm tingling stronger than ever, but Neha takes action first. Clambering forward, she kisses you hard, tasting herself on your face and tongue.

"I'll be on top", she breathes, and pushes you onto the bed. You are as hard as you can ever remember being, and you eagerly lie back. Neha positions over you and forces herself down. She's still incredibly wet, and she is as hot as you've ever felt her. Neha starts by slowly rolling her hips, accompanied by breathy moans. She picks up pace, her pants giving way to frenzied moans, moans giving way to wails. She falls forward, her faces inches from yours, as her hips slam down on yours.

"Come for me" she gasps. "I'm close, come for me..."

You buck your hips desperately, and groan, and her hips jerk wildly in response...

... and slow down, with Neha resting her body on yours, her face in the crook of your neck, rolling her hips with your softening cock still inside her. She pulls herself higher so her mouth is pressed ear, and you lay there, in a puddle of your own juices, just breathing, languidly running your hand up and down Neha's back.

After several long minutes, she starts whispering, her mouth barely moving as she speaks..

"Ian, don't react. Don't say anything. Just continue what you're doing."

You freeze for just a second, especially at the use of your first name, but do as she asks.

"There's something messed up going on here. You feel it, right? How friendly she is with a couple of strange kids?"

All this, with her draped over your body, in supposed post-coital bliss, with her mussed hair conveniently covering her mouth..

"Then there's the wine. It had something in it, you can feel it too, I can tell. Everything from the start, the panties, the dyer. I'll bet she's recorded this, that's why I started without you, I didn't want you trapped as well. But here's the worst part. She knew us, I'm sure of it, and I don't know why."

You can't help but tense a little, and Neha nips your ear to remind you to play it cool.

"I don't know why or what, but something fucked up is going on here. Tomorrow, we have to play along with her, see what she wants. You need to go and check out the dryer, that'll tell us if I'm right."

She props herself up on one elbow, looking you in the eye. She's naked, sweaty, and her hair is mussed, but there's no hint of a smile on her face. She is as serious as you've ever seen her, and all you can do is nod.

"I love you. I love you. Whatever happens, I love you." she says, almost a chant.

"I love you too." you respond, voice hoarse.

She cracks a watery smile at you, and presses herself against you as tightly as she can. You pull the sheets over yourselves, and shut your eyes.