by Gold, Bella
“Thank you, babe.” Emily patted Tanya’s bare knee.
“So what happens now?”
“Well, you can chat to Tim… oh, boy…”
“Em?”
“Sorry. Lover-boy put his hand between… Well, never mind that.”
“Too much information, Em.”
“Aw, babe, don’t be like that.” Emily squeezed Tanya’s knee. “Tell, her, Tim. It’ll be fun.”
“It could be,” Tim said. The back of his hand slid along the outside of Tanya’s thigh. “But only if you want it to be.” Tim’s hand moved away as if the touch had been accidental. But then it returned, lingering a while longer. Was he testing her reaction?
“I came here to chat,” Tanya said wistfully. “But it would be difficult to concentrate if you two were making naughty on the sofa.”
“Maybe you could find something else to do besides chat?” Matt suggested. A long moment of eager, wet kissing followed. Tanya listened with interest, knowing she was beaten. Part of her still wanted to flee, but the excitement was growing inside her at the thought of real, live sex happening so close by. Heat spread through her, setting her trembling. Tim continued to stroke the outside of her thigh, although his hand was higher now, closer to the top of her leg. She drew in a long, shuddering breath, and exhaled slowly. The breath emerged as a quiet moan. Tim leaned closer. His breath was hot on her neck. She tilted her head to expose more skin, pulling her hair across to her other shoulder. Tim leaned in to kiss the flushed, sensitive skin, and she sighed. His hand moved higher, squeezing gently as he slid up her thigh. Tanya’s knees parted of their own accord, and she knew she was irrevocably committed to the lightless encounter with Tim. Her body was thrilling to his touch. It had been months since she’d let a man touch her, and now her libido was aching to make up for lost time.
Beside her, Matt was doing something to Emily that made her cry out softly. Regular, wet sounds told the whole story. He had her hand between her legs for certain. Emily’s trembling knee against hers confirmed it. Twice a second, the knee shifted in time to the cries and the wet noises. When Tanya turned her head toward her friend, she could clearly hear the soft rustle of clothing, the deep, shuddering breaths and the barely-suppressed cries of pleasure.
The whole experience was incredibly erotic, requiring her to imagine what was happening, rather than watch a tacky display of flesh she didn’t want to see. Sure, She’d seen Emily in her underwear, and even topless once, but she’d no wish to see her friend being fingered by some stranger.
Tim kissed his way down her neck and onto her shoulder. His lips sent waves of delicious heat into her skin. She sighed happily, wondering why she had ever considered walking out. She’d no idea how far the evening would go, but the darkness provided her with the perfect cover for a one-night stand. Tim had no idea what she looked like, or where she lived, and no phone numbers had been exchanged. She could have all the fun, with no consequences. One of her biggest fears, that of having guys boast about bedding her, was removed by the lightless conditions. She was grateful for the respite, and the freedom from worry. Anonymous sex? Why not? Her knees moved a little further apart, and Tim’s hand slipped around the curve of her thigh to slip beneath her short skirt.
This was it, she knew. This is the point of no return. I can stop him now, or we can do this. His hand slid higher, seeking, exploring. She remained frozen with indecision, eager for his touch, but conflicted by years of reluctance to surrender herself. His fingers brushed her panties. Her first reaction was shocking, but after a few seconds of stroking, Tanya realized she wanted it to continue. It was so damn refreshing to have this anonymous guy touching her, and not have to worry about making small talk with him.
But the sounds coming from a few feet away were becoming increasingly hot and breathless. And when Matt groaned, he no longer seemed to be on the sofa. Instead, the sounds were coming from floor level, about where Emily’s thighs were.
“Mmm, yes, baby. Right there…”
Oh, boy, Tanya thought. Emily was obviously enjoying herself and was no longer interested in dinner.
But Tanya quickly lost interest in what was going on nearby. Tim’s fingers were exploring the material between her legs. It was wonderful. Her body cried out for more touching, more pressure, fewer clothes. The room became unbearably hot and her ears and cheeks burned. When she didn’t do anything to stop him, except moan quietly between breaths, Tim applied more pressure, stroking her with his fingertips and knuckles.
Tanya surrendered to him, reclining and sliding down on the sofa, opening her legs to the unseen touch of the man she’d never laid eyes on. She threw away all thoughts of walking away or stopping Tim. Her world became the breathless moans of her friend at her side, and the exploring fingers of Tim, a man whose appearance she had zero clues about. As she relaxed into the darkened seduction, Tanya’s hand slid off her leg and fell into Emily’s. Fingers curled around hers, and the friends held hands as their bodies were enjoyed by the two guys.
“Are you okay, babe?” Emily asked. “I’m sorry I made you stay when you didn’t want to.”
“I’m more than okay, Em. This is nice, not having to worry about who we’re with, or what they look like.”
“Oh, you’ll like Tim. He’s a handsome guy. His parents—”
“Shhh,” Tanya whispered. “Spoiler alert. Let me enjoy not knowing.”
“Sure, sure. That’s the whole point of this lights-out party.”
“It was supposed to be a dinner party, Em.”
“I know, but isn’t this nicer? We can eat later on… oh, fuck!” Emily’s grip tightened abruptly. Matt murmured happily as quick, wet noises reached Tanya’s ears.
“Sounds as if someone is eating early,” Tanya guessed. “And you’re on the menu.”
“Uh-huh…”
“You enjoying that?”
“Mm-hmm…” Emily moaned through tightly-pressed lips. “Mm—mm—mmm…”
Tim’s kisses trailed back up her neck, and Tanya turned to meet him as he reached her chin. Their kiss was long, and delicious, sending new waves of heat through her body. His hand continued to stroke her panties, and the last of her resistance melted away. It was time to stop worrying, and enjoy the ride—so to speak. With her right hand clutched firmly by the trembling Emily, Tanya used her left to stroke Tim’s face and neck. His other hand slid onto her breasts, where he caressed each one in equal measure, paying attention to her hardening nipples. She groaned into his mouth as he alternately pinched and stroked, thrilling her with his rough-gentle treatment.
“Unzip me,” she whispered during a break in their kissing. With a few fumbled attempts, Tim pulled the zipper down her back and freed her breasts. His kisses trailed down her throat, across her chest and onto the nearest nipple—and sensation that made her groan loudly.
Emily squeezed her hand; her murmuring was constant now, quiet words of encouragement for Matt, who was applying his tongue where she needed it the most. Tim seemed eager to catch up after his slow start. He rose from the sofa and stood between Tanya’s knees, leaning over to deliver a last, delicious kiss before he moved south to resume pleasuring her breasts. His hands, meantime, sought the elastic on Tanya’s panties. When he tugged gently, she lifted her cheeks up so he could undress her. The cool air that touched her wet lips was a blessing, although the warm hands that touched her a moment later caused her to shiver with delight. Tim knew exactly how to treat her pussy, using one hand to spread her lips, and the other to circle her slippery opening. She rolled her hips in response, groaning as one finger stroked her little-swollen bud. A moment later, Tim’s mouth was on her, and it was Tanya’s turn to swear. She squeezed Emily’s hand as Tim’s tongue explored her wetness, spreading it around as he sucked on her lips, and then her clit.
“Oh, my god…” she whispered.
“Like… wise… babe…” Emily squeezed out. Her panting was rapid, a testament to Matt’s skills.
“Oh, he’s good.
”
“They’re both good,” Emily confirmed.
“I’m… not going to… last long,” Tanya said.
“We should… come together… like real buddies do.”
“They do?”
“Wanna try?”
“I’m not sure I…” Tanya released a long groan. “I won’t have much control over when.”
“Try, baby, try.”
Tanya pressed her lips together and tried to concentrate on timing her orgasm. Emily’s rapid panting didn’t help much. In fact, she was creating performance anxiety.
“Tell me when ” Tanya whispered.
“About a minute,” Emily replied. She groaned deeply, then resumed panting.
“Okay, I’ll try.” Tanya reached between her legs and pressed her finger to her clit, getting in the way of Tim’s tongue. “Sorry, Tim. Taking control. Put your tongue inside me instead.”
“Like this?”
“Ohhh… boy.”
“I’d call that… a yes,” Emily managed.
“Oh, yes. Oh, yes.” Tanya rubbed her fingers from side to side. Electric thrills tightened every muscle in her body. Her feet lifted off the floor. Tim pressed his mouth hard against her, pushing his tongue in as far as it would go.
“That’s it, that’s it,” Emily whispered.
“Oh, yes. Yes, yes, yessss….”
“Not yet!”
“Aw, what? Soon, Em. Very soon.”
“Put your tongue inside me, Matt. Mmm… right there.”
“Oh, my… Oh, my God!”
“Not yet, baby. Not… oh, wow. Right now.”
Tanya and Emily orgasmed within five seconds of each other. Their hands tightened painfully, crushing each other’s fingers until their hands burned. Their combined, inarticulate cries filled the room, and their bucking hips knocked the guys away, sending the clear message that enough was enough—for now.
But when Matt and Tim returned, they were naked, and very much erect. Both women groaned simultaneously as they were gently invaded by hard flesh sliding into their aching wet passages. Their painful grip endured as the guys filled them, then began stroking, shaking both female bodies with eager, muscular impacts. Within moments, both women’s legs were lifted into the air and rested on strong shoulders. Hard cocks ploughed deep into slippery pussies, forcing deep groans of satisfaction from all four participants.
Tanya barely had time to wonder at the situation. She’d never had sex with someone else close by, only ever in a room with her chosen partner. But if she was sharing this moment with anyone, she was glad it was her best friend. She squeezed her hand and received a squeeze in response.
Neither of the guys lasted long, each being hugely turned on by the same-room sex, and their imagination. Tanya was glad Tim couldn’t see who he was making love to. The anonymity was refreshing, as was the ability to make unashamed orgasm-faces without feeling self-conscious.
Tanya peppered Tim’s cheek and neck with kisses as he sagged onto her, panting heavily. His skin was hot and slick with perspiration. She groaned as he moved inside her, a final few short strokes before he was overcome with sensitivity. She sighed happily and pressed her heels into his back as he started to soften inside her. What an amazing evening, she thought. And dinner was probably still half an hour away. She grinned mischievously. Did they have time for seconds before they ate?
Chapter 8
The dining-in-the-dark evening was declared such a success, it was repeated the following Saturday… and the Saturday after that. Tanya loved the way Tim made her feel and enjoyed every minute of her time with him. He turned out to be a genuinely nice guy, with similar interests to her. He enjoyed drawing, painting, and the anatomy of song-writing. They were such a close match, Tanya wondered if Emily had coached him. But both of them swore that nothing had been faked.
“I’d show you some of my paintings,” Tim said. “But you’d need light to see them. And that might ruin the magic.”
“Would it?” she asked, not knowing how she felt about his words. “Would everything be ruined if you saw me in the light?” As she asked, she sorted through her own feelings. How would Tim react when he saw her? Would he splutter out her entire list of no-no words? Or would he stay cool?
“No, of course not,” he said slowly. “You’ll have to see me at some point, won’t you? Unless we plan to have the wedding in the dark too.”
The wedding? Tanya barely held in her squeak of fright. They’d been meeting for four weeks, and he was already thinking ahead to their marriage?
“I’m kidding,” he said. “About the wedding. But we will have to step into the light eventually, won’t we?”
She stroked his face gently, only mildly curious about his looks. “Why don’t we put our stuff on a special Facebook page, with no profile pictures?”
“Good idea.” He nodded, then kissed her fingers. “It’ll be like a blind date, but you can see what I draw, and we can share music and pictures. Maybe movies links.”
“And videos of cute kittens,” Emily added from the darkness. She was still breathing heavily after her second orgasm. She lowered her foot, and it rested on Tanya’s bare knee. Tim tweaked her toes and she yelped.
“If you had your way, it would be porn links,” Tanya said.
“Don’t knock it until you’ve tried,” Emily retorted. Tanya imagined her tongue poking out.
“It’d be nice to connect on the internet,” Tanya said. “We can see stuff without ever having to switch the lights on.”
“Good,” Emily added. “If the lights stay off, then I’ll never need to redecorate.”
“What color are your walls, anyway?” Tim asked.
“A lovely shade of murky brown,” Tanya supplied.
“Are not!” Emily protested.
“They are,” Tanya said.
Emily started to get up. “I’m putting the lights on—then you’ll see!”
“Don’t!” Matt cried. “We’ll all be permanently blinded.”
“Yeah, I’m liking the dark,” Tim said. “We don’t care what color your walls are.”
“But if you really want us to know, post a picture on Facebook or something.”
“Good idea. Or describe them to us later.”
“I’ll peel off a square inch of the paper later,” Tanya stage-whispered. “When she’s not looking.”
“Hey!”
“And how will you show it to us, Miss Cleverness?” Matt asked.
“Um… I’ll leave it in the hallway and you check it out as you leave?”
“That works,” Tim said. He kissed Tanya’s bare shoulder.
“It does not work!” Emily protested.
“Why? Should I take more than a square inch?”
“You’ll take nothing from my walls!”
“Maybe you should take a few inches from me,” Matt suggested. Emily giggled, then sighed deeply. Wet noises filled the room for a few moments, followed by contented murmurings.
“Hey, maybe we should all go out on a picnic one weekend.” When no-one spoke, Emily continued. “After midnight, of course. In the woods, where it’s really dark.” She squealed as Matt pounced on her.
“Too creepy for me,” Tanya said. “I’d jump every time a rabbit moved.”
“Or a bat flew past.”
“Maybe…” Tim’s gentle hands guided Tanya over and onto her knees. Her elbows rested on the sofa as he caressed her buttocks. “…you’re afraid something will creep up behind you?”
“I’m not afraid ohhh…. Wow…” Tanya’s words fell away as Tim guided his erection into her. She melted into a boneless puddle as he made love to her, holding her waist firmly as he slid deep. Tanya’s hand groped for her friend’s, but Emily was moving around. A moment later, a sharp slap filled the room, and Tim yelped.
“Hey!” Matt protested. “No ménage stuff in here… unless we all get to play?” His tone became sly, hopeful.
“Is one woman not enough for you anymore, stud?” Emily asked.<
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“I’m just saying, if you wanted to grope Tim, then…”
“Come here, big boy.” The sofa shifted as Emily raised her legs. “I’ll be woman enough for you. Make love to me for four hours, then tell me you want to play around. All you’ll want is sleep.”
“Four hours?” Matt’s voice rose by an octave.
“Maybe longer. You can stop when it gets light in here.”
Everyone laughed, even Tanya, who was busy groaning her way to her second orgasm.
Chapter 9
“Are you absolutely sure?” Emily asked. Her eyes were wide. She clutched her coffee cup and slunk down in the chair, hoping the other customers around her hadn’t heard Tanya’s bombshell.
“I’m sure,” Tanya said slowly. “I’m two weeks late.”
“But… did you forget to take your pill?”
“Nope. I have a cast-iron routine.”
“Something’s gone wrong somewhere.”
“No shit…” Tanya sipped her coffee, wondering what in hell to do next. She’d have to speak to Tim, and let him know what had happened. How would he react to the idea of becoming a father?
“I don’t suppose you’ve considered—” Emily began.
“Don’t even say it, Em. I’m not the sort of person who could put an end to a new life.”
“Okay, I was trying to consider all options.”
“It’s not an option for me.”
“Noted. Have you told Tim?”
“You’re the first one I told. I don’t dare speak to my parents.”
“You’re a grown woman, Tan.”
“With heavily-religious parents. They’d freak. Sex before marriage? Huge no-no.”
“Yeah, I see the problem.”
“So how do I reach Tim?”
Emily glanced up from her coffee. “I thought you guys were Facebook buddies?”