Your Afternoon Experience

It had been a pretty normal afternoon, all things considered, until Zara had called you.

Well, maybe that wasn’t entirely true in context. Getting that picture text from April while you were mid-game down at the shop had been a bit of a shock, and had completely broken your concentration and you’d gotten your ass handed to you. Not that you really minded - you did, after all, have a hot girlfriend sending you pictures of her breasts. Not many of the guys in the shop could say that.

Then there’d been the weird messages from Hannah. She’d asked to grab dinner later that week, which wasn’t weird at all other than that she was actually planning ahead for once instead of just texting ‘I’m hungry. Food?’ Sometimes you thought she was part dog with the way her mind worked. The second text, with the picture where she looked super pretty but also not like herself, had been weird though and you weren’t sure what was going on with her.

Then Zara had called, and you’d been even more confused but didn’t know what to do about it. Her compliments were extremely flattering, and her honesty even when she was being weirdly savage and blunt was a little enthralling, knowing she was going out of her comfort zone to tell you those things. And her promises… You had to assume April knew what was going on. You were sure they were out together, and the way Zara had hung up so quickly told you that April may have even been listening in or egging the redhead on. So you didn’t try to call Zara back, and you didn’t call April, wanting to let them figure it out themselves so that you could be informed when the time was right what was happening.

Sometimes, you knew, the ‘right’ thing to do was to just wait.

When the knock at the door came, you expected that it was going to be April and Zara. Hikaru, Hannah and Margot all had their own keys to your place in case of emergencies, so they wouldn’t need to knock at all. That just left your girlfriend and your… lover? Zara had used that word, but it felt weird to think like that.

But, expecting a lovely surprise, you’d gotten up and gone to the door, grinning to yourself. Already feeling your cock starting to respond to the promises made on that phone call. And then you’d opened the door and found a gorgeous, naked woman in the hallway.

But not one of the women you had expected.

“Hey there, sailor,” Margot said, smirking in self-deprecation with her fists on her hips. She wasn’t wearing a single stitch of clothes, and you took her in all at once. Her expression, the slight flush in her cheeks and on her chest. Her boobs, wiggling lightly with her movements and looking absolutely killer. Her curvy, fit waist. Her bare hips. Her mound, with that blonde-brown landing strip and the hint of two puffy little lips. Her bare thighs. Hell, even her bare feet as she stood on one foot and tapped the big toe of her other foot against the hallway carpet nervously.

“Oh my God, Margot!” you said loudly, the shock in your voice ringing in your ears. You reached out quickly and scooped Margot into your arms, pulling her into your apartment and out of the hallway where she was ****. “Get in here, are you OK?” you asked in concern. “Did you get locked out or something? How the hell did you get locked out completely naked? You’re OK, right?” The door shut as you held her close, trying not to think about the fact that she was naked and her body was pressed to you through your clothes and just focusing on trying to make sure she was OK.

“Ollie!” Margot squealed in surprise as you picked her up and worried over her, but then once she was inside she started laughing and clung to you as her body rocked with her laughter. “I’m fine, Ollie. I’m fine!”

“Are you sure?” you asked. “You’re- Why are you naked?” Her laughter was doing… things… to her as she held onto you and you had your arms wrapped around her.

“Yes, I’m sure,” she continued laughing, shaking her head as she looked up at you with that light in her eyes you’d seen whenever she was amused. “Seriously. Though I’m glad to know you’re willing to be my hero if I need you to be.”

“What- I don’t-” you stammered. “Why is… this?” You glanced down with your eyes without actually glancing down. Her chest was pressed to your shirt so the most you could see was her sparkling eyes and smile, and the bulge of her cleavage.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you or get your protective instincts up,” Margot said, letting go of you and raising both her hands to your face, stroking your cheeks softly for a moment before resting her hands on your shoulders. “The short version is that the girls and I have been getting day drunk at my place after our little trip out to the stables, and I’m just a little bit tipsy but still fine to make decisions, and we were playing a game of Truth or Dare. Zara wanted to get back at me for one early, and she dared me to come knock on your door naked and give you a little show. I was supposed to give you a little flash between friends and then run back to my place, but then you went all Caveman on me and now here I am naked in your apartment with your arms still around me.”

“Oh, shit,” you said, immediately moving to pull your arms away as you realised how inappropriate everything was, but Margot laughed and pulled herself against you all the more with her hands on your shoulders.

“It’s fine, Ollie,” she said. “I trust you. Completely. The fact that you were worried for me is kind of super endearing, too.”

“So- Well, thank you, I guess? But, uh, what… happens now?” you asked.

She shrugged, smirking a little. “Well, either I’m gonna hang out here naked, or I’m gonna need to go back over to my place. I think April and Zara were planning on coming over here and letting you have their way with them - apparently, it’s a show that would be worth getting tickets to, but I don’t know if they are that bonded with the rest of us girls yet.”

“Oh my God,” you groaned. “They told you about…?”

“We already knew,” Margot smirked. “They just confirmed it.”

“How?” you asked.

“Zara and Hikaru didn’t tell you they ran into each other that morning while Zara was naked?” Margot chuckled.

“No, they definitely didn’t,” you said, a little shocked.

“Well, we know. And honestly? I’m proud of you, Ollie. I always knew you had it in you, now you know it too,” Margot said, then went up on her toes to give you a kiss on your cheek before looking at you intently. “So, I guess the question is, do you want to **** them a bit as they wonder what’s going on and I’ll hang out here naked, or should I head back over so you can get mauled by your girlfriend and her best friend?”

“Um,” you said dumbly, not sure how to answer that. The whole thing with April and Zara sounded amazing even if it still almost felt like a dream that was going on, but every little glimpse you’d gotten of Margot since opening the door had a part of your mind thinking it would be really nice to just hang out like she was a nudist… “I, uh, at least let me get you something to cover up with,” you finally said. “Just in case.”

“Don’t want to **** them a little?” Margot asked with a tease in her eyes.

“I think this might be **** enough,” you chuckled nervously. “How about I get you my housecoat?”

“I can get it, I know you keep it hanging on the back of your bathroom door,” Margot said, letting go of you and stepping back. It took every ounce of willpower for your eyes to stay locked with hers as her breasts, and hips, and everything came into view. She grinned impishly at you and then turned, sauntering slowly towards the bathroom, and your eyes traced down her gorgeous, smooth back to an ass that couldn’t quit if it tried. She stopped about five steps away and your eyes came back up, meeting hers as she looked over her shoulder, having caught you looking. But she wasn’t mad, she was grinning. “It’s OK, Ollie. I came over here to be seen. You can look.” Then she winked and headed for the washroom, disappearing inside and reappearing wearing your old, woollen housecoat as she did up the belt on it, snugging it closed. She came back to you, going on her toes again to give you another kiss on the cheek.

“Love you, Ollie,” she said. “I’ll return this soon, promise.”

“OK,” you said, still struck a little dumb.

She winked again and went to your door, flashing you one last grin before slipping out.

The door clacked shut and you heard her laugh and skip quickly away, back towards her apartment.

“What the fuck just happened?” you asked yourself as you tried and failed not to keep the mental image of Margot, nude, out of your mind.

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