Hikaru back with Margot... Plus Hannah

“Hey, where were you?” Margot asked as Hikaru came back into her apartment. “Please tell me you didn’t interrupt something or-” She stopped when she saw the look on Hikaru’s face, getting up and going to the younger woman. “What’s wrong?”

It took a good ten minutes for Hikaru to calm down. She hadn’t been crying when she first came in, but she started as soon as Margot pulled her into a hug. They slowly moved to the couches and Margot bundled her up in her arms as she hugged her friend tightly and just held her.

Finally, Hikaru started talking. Or maybe not talking, it was more like she was blubbering and spilling her guts at the same time. She would repeat herself, and second guess herself in the same breath, and overall it was a little hard to follow everything she was saying - especially when she slipped into speaking Japanese a few times - but the message became clear.

“Oh, sweety,” Margot said, rubbing Hikaru’s back.

She had the biggest, meanest crush on Oliver. She loved and adored him. That was why she’d been having such a rough couple of weeks, Margot realised. And Hikaru didn’t want to be this way, but she was and she couldn’t just turn it off, and it had been a thing for years and had only gotten stronger over the last couple of months since she’d moved in with Ollie.

“I saw them having sex,” Hikaru croaked.

That one Margot could follow.

“How?” she asked.

“I didn’t mean to. I went out on the balcony for air and I realised I could see them through his window, reflected in a mirror.”

There was a little piece of Margot that wanted to go test that theory right that second. “And you saw them…?” she asked instead.

Hikaru nodded, wiping at her eyes. “She was- She was giving him a blowjob on his bed,” she whimpered. “And then she used her breasts too, and he really liked it. And then, um, she went back to blowing him and I watched him have an orgasm. And I wanted that to be me with him, and I felt awful, but I couldn’t look away because I mean - I’ve always wondered since I realised I wanted him, but I never guessed he was as big as that. But then she kept sucking him and he stayed hard, and then April got naked and he started eating her out and- God, I’m such a- I don’t know!”

“It’s OK, Hikaru,” Margot said, still rubbing her back and now squeezing her knee. “It’s OK.”

“It’s not OK!” she sobbed. “I touched myself while watching them. I- I couldn’t help myself. I touched myself watching Oliver give April oral sex, and I…”

“Shhh,” Margot hushed her, pulling her close and stroking the other woman’s hair. “Shh, it’s OK. You got caught up in a lot of feelings.”

“It’s not just feelings, it’s…”

“I know,” Margot said.

“I wanted it to be me,” she whispered.

“Me too,” Margot whispered back and then froze.

Hikaru was frozen as well.

“You too?” Hikaru finally asked.

Margot swallowed and pulled away from her, then shook her head at herself. It was a stupid mistake, but there was no taking it back. “Me too,” she admitted again. “I realised last week sometime, when April turned out to be more than just a one-time date for Ollie, that I’ve been treating him like my boyfriend in every way but sexually. He’s the best man I know who isn’t my own father. He works hard, he’s fun and kind and generous. And even if we have a lot of different interests, he never fakes wanting to listen to me talk about mine and I put in effort to know more about his. He’s held me while I cried or got homesick, and brought me food when I got sick. The best part of my day, if I’m not seeing him some other time, is our coffee at the shop in the morning before work. And when I realised all of that, I realised that I wanted to be with him. Sexually. I want him to hold me. I want to kiss him. I want to feel his big hands all over my body, and I want to- I want to fuck him, Hikaru. Just like you do.”

Hikaru was looking at Margot like she’d seen a ghost.

“But we can’t,” Margot said. “We can’t just make a move on him, or try to seduce him, because that would push him away. He’s got April, and God they seem good together even in such a short time.”

“We can’t,” Hikaru agreed sadly, looking like she was about to start crying again.

“Yet,” Margot said.

That brought another long moment of frozen silence between the two.

“Yet?” Hikaru asked.

“I… might have a plan,” Margot admitted. “I need to do some more work to see if it could happen, and a lot of it has to do with April. But it could maybe… work. Originally I thought it was just for me, but I guess it could work for you too. If you’d be willing to share him with me and April.”

“... Share.”

Margot nodded slowly, looking into the other woman’s eyes. “Share,” she confirmed. “Ollie’s life is full now. He has his family, his friends, and now his girlfriend. He doesn’t have room for a fuckbuddy relationship, but if we can get April on board then we might be able to move ourselves from Friend to Girlfriend. Together. He was already splitting his time between us and Hannah, it’ll just be different.”

“Hannah’s going to be pissed if we… do that,” Hikaru said. “She’d be the only girl left out.”

“She’ll be fine,” Margot said. “They’ve had closer to two decades than one to figure out their dynamic. You’ve had family ties holding you back, and I’ve only known him for a year.”

Hikaru looked deep into Margot’s eyes. “I… think I could share him,” she said. “With you. And April, if nothing changes. What do we need to do?”

“I’ll need some paper and a pen. Let me explain what I’m thinking…”

“Thanks,” Hannah said.

“I had fun tonight,” Patrick said. “You think we should… keep the fun going?”

Ugh. “I actually have plans tomorrow pretty early,” Hannah said, lying her ass off. “So I should probably call it a night here.”

“Oh, uh, alright,” Patrick said.

“Thanks for walking me home.”

“Yeah, no problem,” he said. And leaned down for a kiss.

Hannah dodged his lips and gave him a peck on the cheek as she hugged him. “Have a good night, Pat,” she said, then turned and went into her building, leaving the athletic meathead standing on the sidewalk.

There wasn’t anything wrong with Patrick. Except that he kind of sounded like Patrick from SpongeBob. He was nice enough and attractive. And his arms and chest were impressive. There just wasn’t any sort of spark with him. She didn’t get butterflies, or find anything he said interesting.

If Hannah was being honest with herself, the only reason she even agreed to the date was because she knew April was over at Oliver’s with Hikaru and Margot.

Upstairs and in her apartment, Hannah grunted as she shut the door and then kicked off her heels before reaching back and unzipping her dress. She only had two that were ‘date-worthy’ so she didn’t just let it fall to the floor. She brought it into her room and slung it over a chair to be hung up later, wandering around the other side of her bed in just her panties and into her washroom. She looked at herself in the mirror, planting her hands on the counter.

She looked hot. She didn’t need her affirmations to know that. She reached up and tweaked her nipples, groaning softly and then blowing out a breath. “Fuck it,” she thought and turned around and climbed up on her bed, fishing in her nightstand for her vibrator. Oliver would have been dashing. Oliver would have been sweet, and interesting, and wouldn’t have asked to be invited up to her apartment for sex.

She would have fucked Oliver.

“Ollie,” she groaned, pressing the vibrator to her chest between her breasts and starting to trail it down towards her pussy.

It felt so wrong to masturbate to the thought of her best friend. In all the right ways.

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