“Do we have a plan?”
“No. Let’s see what we draw.”
Bel and Cal saunter away from the bar, loosely holding hands. They are easy together, and comfortable. Very well matched.
Cal sees her first, the adorable girl with librarian specs and a pretty mouse face. They’ve seen her before and exchanged the odd smile, but he can’t remember her name. Still, he likes the look of her dark, deliberate frames. They punctuate her face.
Cal squeezes Bel’s hand. She squeezes his back and waves.
“You’re Claire, right? Good to see you!”
“Isobel? Yeah, you too!”
Claire. The girl’s name is Claire. Cal comes up behind Isobel, itching to slide his hand beneath her dress. He loves that Bel remembers names…. He also loves that her thighs are probably soaked. Cal pulls her close but avoids her hemline. Then he smiles at Claire.
“How are you, gorgeous? Here with anyone?”
Claire laughs and shakes her head.
“I’m on my own tonight.”
Bel leans back against his chest.
“Really? Well, then, let us buy you a drink.”
Bel and Claire drift to a quiet spot. Cal follows carrying drinks. Bel throws him a look over her shoulder. Cal’s pulse thumps. He knows what that look means.
“Get on your knees.”
Claire jumps and starts to kneel. Isobel stops her, gently.
“Not you. Cal.”
Claire straightens. Cal shakes his head and kneels. Isobel grins.
“Let’s get comfortable, Claire.”
Claire and Isobel sit on a low, velvet couch right in front of Cal.
“Take out your cock and get hard for us.”
Cal’s already hard, and he knows that Bel knows it. He makes a teasing little show of unzipping his fly. Then he spreads his legs wider and pulls his cock out.
“Oh, my god.”
He smirks even as Claire’s reaction makes him blush. Isobel smiles like a wicked fairy queen. She loves it when he blushes. He looks from one to the other. Then he licks his palm, and wraps his hand around his cock. Isobel watches and reaches for Claire.
“Keep going. Don’t stop. And babe? Don’t come.”
He meets Bel’s eyes, honestly annoyed, but she winks at him and he nods. Then she kisses Claire.
Cal loves watching her. He can see what she’s thinking in the angle of her head. He can tell by the way they’re kissing that Claire is milky sweet, like strawberries and cream…. Cal grips his cock with both hands. Isobel thinks of women in terms of desserts—custards, chocolates, soft, ripe fruit. Men bring out her carnivorous side—red meat, red wine, salty, rich. Bel devours men. She drinks women in delicate sips.
Bel fingers Claire deep and slow. Claire angles so she can do the same to Bel. They’re pretty like that, fair and dark, coiled like a shell. Cal knows how plump and wet Bel is. He knows exactly what Claire is feeling with her hand up Bel’s skirt. He wishes his hands were Claire’s hands. He wishes his hands were Bel’s.
When Bel looks at him, her eyes are bright and glazed. Cal thrusts into his fist. He imagines Isobel sucking Claire’s tits. He imagines Claire sucking his cock. He imagines limbs and mouths and sweaty skin. And he knows if he doesn’t stop, he’s going to come.
Isobel pushes Claire back onto the couch and yanks aside her dress. Their hands bump and their hips grind. Bel fills her mouth with Claire’s milky sweet tits, and sucks until the girl comes. Claire is shaking beneath her, gasping and mewling like a rabbit in a trap. Bel tips her head back and rides out Claire’s climax almost as much as her own.
Cal watches their movements slow like melting glass. Isobel opens her eyes.
“How close are you, love?”
“Really, really close.”
“Then stop. There’s a lot of evening left. Let’s see what we draw.”
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