Coffee with Mel

“Morning,” Mel said, making me jump.

“Holy shit,” I exclaimed, letting out a hard breath as she started laughing softly.

“What, you weren’t expecting me?” she asked, coming into the kitchen still grinning.

“I had a late night,” I sighed, leaning heavily against the counter as I tried to swallow my heart out of my throat and back into my chest.

“Mhmm,” she hummed, giving me a look.

“What?” I asked.

“Well, I had to park on the street because there’s a car in your driveway,” my best friend said. “And I’ve had that particular car parked at my house over the past couple of years, so I’m pretty sure you had a sleepover with a college coed. You little manwhore.”

“Guilty,” I grunted and shrugged, pouring her a cup of coffee.

“Is it Elyse or Tori?” Mel asked, taking her usual seat at my table and accepting her mug from me. “And where is she?”

“Elyse,” I said. “And she just finished showering before you must have come in, so I wasn’t expecting someone on the first floor.”

“Hmmhmmhmm,” Mel smirked, humming her laugh into her first sip of coffee as she looked at me over the rim of the mug.

“Don’t do that,” I rolled my eyes as I turned back to making breakfast.

“I’m not doing anything,” she said.

“You’re trying to decide whether to tease me, praise me, or tell me off,” I said. “And don’t worry, I’m doing all three more than enough in my own head, you don’t need to do it for me.”

“Teasing it is,” she smirked.

“Fuck off,” I chuckled.

“Sounds like you’ve been fucking off,” she said.

“Weak,” I said, pointing at her with the lifter I was using on the eggs in the frying pan. “Very weak.”

“You’re right. I need to work on better material,” she sighed.

The conversation pivoted as I took the eggs out of the pan and gestured if she wanted me to make her a plate as well, which she accepted after a moment. It wouldn’t be the first time we shared a breakfast, but we usually stuck to coffee for our morning visits. I was just wrapping up cooking her eggs when she cut off telling me about the latest gossip coming out of the theatre troupe group chat at the sound of footsteps in the hallway coming our way.

That was the split second I realised I probably should have warned Elyse that someone else was in the house because it would be totally in her wheelhouse - hell, it would be just like any of the three girls with how comfortable they’d gotten in my house - to come down to breakfast naked. But she must have heard our voices, right?

“Morning, Mrs M,” Elyse said brightly as she entered the kitchen and waved to her friend’s Mom.

“Good Morning, Elyse,” Mel said, her smile brightening as her eyes tracked up and down the quirky, pretty blonde and then over to me. God, I was going to get it the next time we were alone.

Elyse had her hair up in a ponytail, showing off the shaved sides of her head, and while she wasn’t wearing any makeup, she still had that radiant, youthful look that only a college-aged young adult could manage. She was wearing a little short-sleeved, crop top white hoodie that showed off lots of her fit torso - and while she wasn’t flashing any nipple, it was a high enough crop that she definitely would if she raised her arms over her head, and I had no doubt she wasn’t wearing a bra underneath it. The only other stitch of clothing she was wearing was a pair of skimpy panties that had a high cut on the legs and clung to her mound and butt like a second skin.

She sauntered over to me with a lazy grin. “Good morning, Dungeon Master,” she said with a big grin, raising her arms to hug me.

I rolled my eyes as she flashed me her nips, letting her wrap her arms around my shoulders and pull me into a kiss. We’d already said good morning pretty thoroughly when we woke up that morning so it was entirely for the benefit of showing off, the little minx.

“Elyse, hon,” Mel said from the kitchen table. “Your ass looks like you’ve got a weird shaped rash.” She knew full well that wasn’t the case as she grinned at me over Elyse’s shoulder.

“Nope, Shane just gave me a good spanking this morning for being naughty last night,” Elyse grinned, letting go of our hug and taking my hand from her back and lowering it down to her butt. “See? Hand-shaped.”

“Mhmm,” Mel hummed, still smirking hard as she took another sip from her mug.

“Breakfast,” I grunted, unable to form more words than that because I was dying on the inside. There was no way I was going to live down this for the next twenty years of my friendship with Mel.

Maybe ever.

I couldn’t help giving Elyse’s perfect little plump ass cheek a squeeze though.

“Mmm, thank you,” Elyse said, picking up the plates I gestured to on the counter as I started plating the last set of eggs. She sauntered over to the kitchen table. “Do you come over for breakfast a lot, Mrs M?”

“Usually just coffee, Elyse,” Mel said. “And I think you can call me Mel now.”

“OK,” Elyse smiled, putting the two plates down and skipping back into the kitchen to grab utensils for us.

When I turned with the final plate, I caught Mel eyeing up Elyse’s backside as she was at the utensil drawer. She realised I’d caught her and blushed. Hah, I thought. Maybe I could get out of the worst of the invitable teasing after all. Mel was as bisexual now as she had been when we were in college, so it was hard to blame her for wandering eyes with a co-ed like Elyse walking around barely covered.

“So, was Shane a good host, Elyse?” Mel asked, pivoting back to territory that put me in the hot seat.

“Is he ever not?” Elyse asked as she sat down and flashed me a grin as I joined them. “I mean, come on - I’m not, like, a floozy, but I don’t know if I know anyone my age who goes out for a hook-up and gets a homemade breakfast like this in the morning. Let alone the outrageously amazing sex and fresh sheets before falling asleep.”

“Let alone,” Mel said, her smirk widening.

“Well, I mean, you know how he is,” Elyse grinned, clearly aware of how uncomfortable I was and enjoying every second of it. She knew that she and Mel shared something now, something that under almost any circumstance would be fucking weird - they both knew they were fucking me. Under different circumstances, sure, but it wasn’t even like Mel and I had been way in the past. How many twenty-year-olds knew they were fucking the same guy as one of their best friend’s Moms, and not in a creepy affair kind of situation? The kinkyness of it all was probably making her a little giddy, and knowing her, she’d likely be hoping that I’d ‘punish’ her again for being naughty. “Amazing cock,” she continued, counting off on her fingers. “Super caring. Super sex skills. Great tongue. And, oh my God, he shoots such big loads, right? Like, honestly, if all Mr M and the two of the other guys in your D&D group fuck like this too, I don’t know how you guys ever actually play the game.”

Or maybe Elyse knew how uncomfortable I was and was more than willing to turn it around on Mel, too.

I could get used to this.

Melissa was blushing now as she stuck her fork into her eggs. “Shane is special,” she said. “The others are pretty special too, but Shane is something else.”

“M’ok,” Elyse said. “This might be TMI, but - has he ever done the ‘Let me make love to you’ thing with you? Because I came over here wanting to fuck, but he totally blew my mind with the slow, intimate stuff.”

Mel blushed even harder, glancing at me. “Not for a long time.”

“Totally do it,” Elyse said, mumbling through a mouthful of food as she covered her mouth with one hand. “Then get him to fuck you hard after. So. Fucking. Good.”

My life was getting weird.

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