Be With Us: An Urban Foursome Love Story (Erotic Swingers Book 1)

by Brianna Skylark

  Yes. She had.

  And not only had she thought that, she had fallen for Amy hard, just like Alice had said she would. She’d had crushes before, once in college and a couple of times at work, but never like this. She yearned for Amy, they had a connection and it was more than friendship. There was chemistry there. It all hinged on whether she felt the same.

  After a while the sobs began to subside and the tears began to dry. She wanted to text or call her so much it hurt. She wanted to hear her voice and see her face.

  She remembered reading once that you should never text or call someone you like whilst horny. The article was meant for men, but the recommendation was to masturbate before calling someone for a shag, and if you still wanted to afterwards, then it was probably a good idea. It was a bit like not going shopping when you’re hungry. So she gathered herself together, went upstairs to the bedroom and lay down on her bed, rested her cheek on her pillow and slipped her hand inside her knickers.

  She couldn't help it, immediately she started picturing herself and Cassian, and Mark and Amy, together in their bedroom. She saw herself kissing Amy, taking off her dress, caressing her breast, hand against her crotch, feeling Mark behind her, feeling Cassian’s hand on her stomach, her arms, her ass, all of them warm and soft, skin against skin. Mark fucking her, Cassian fucking Amy.

  She felt herself cumming quickly, it wasn't a great orgasm, it was dirty and rushed, but it felt different to the usual climax, more taboo, more forbidden, more intense somehow, and she found that she was far wetter than normal. She needed this, more than she had realised.

  As her senses returned, she checked her phone again.

  No new messages.

  But at least now she knew.

  She liked them. Both of them. Mostly Amy, but she knew she could easily grow to like Mark more and more. He was a real gentleman like Cassian, and a real man too.

  She’d cum and she still wanted to text.

  She opened up her messaging app and began to write.

  Hi Amy, I’m sorry about how the other night ended. It was just a joke, I hope you didn’t take it serio-

  She deleted what she’d written, tapping the backspace over and over and trying not to accidentally press send. There was no point lying. That wasn’t going to get her anywhere.

  Hi Amy, I’m sorry. I like you, and Mark. We like you. Even if you don’t like us back, I still want to be your friend x

  She read it back to herself. It still wasn’t completely honest, but it was better. She didn’t want to be just friends with Amy, but she would settle for that if she had to, and keep looking for someone else, and hope that over time her feelings would subside.

  She hovered over the send button, but couldn’t bring herself to press.

  Instead, she tapped on the back button, opened her contacts and called Alice.

  *

  ‘So let me get this straight,’ said Alice. ‘You went to the ball, you fell in love with the Prince and the Princess, you invited them out on a date, which they didn’t know about, and then you asked them to come back to yours for a four-way?’

  Emilia nodded.

  ‘Nice,’ said Alice raising her brow. ‘But it didn’t go to plan?’

  Emilia shook her head.

  ‘And now you’re blubbing like a teenage girl at a boy band concert.’

  ‘And my vagina is just as hysterical,’ said Emilia.

  Alice laughed. ‘At least you haven’t lost your humour… Now, I don’t mean to state the obvious, but did you subtly establish if they were into partner swapping first? You know, before you blurted it out?’

  ‘They were at the Masquerade.’

  ‘Did they go to the fucking other people part?’

  Emilia shook her head.

  ‘The fact that they didn’t should have been a clue,’ said Alice.

  ‘Shit, what do I do?’ said Emilia.

  ‘What can you do? You can’t make someone like you. Same goes for normal relationships.’

  ‘But I like them.’

  ‘You’re going to have to unlike them. There’s a saying some pretentious asshole once told me; you can make swingers into friends, but you can’t make friends into swingers. Now I’m the pretentious asshole; it’s like a gift that keeps on giving. You made the mistake of making friends first.’

  Emilia nodded as Alice continued.

  ‘It’s like dating. You don’t go up to someone and say, Hey, can I be your friend? Maybe later I’ll want to fuck you, and by then it might be confusing and inappropriate, but let's start off by just being supportive of one another in a platonic way,’ said Alice.

  Emilia laughed now, wiping her wet cheek with the back of one hand.

  ‘But I’ve never dated anyone except Cass,’ she said.

  ‘Oh shit, this is my fault,’ said Alice. ‘I didn’t even think about the fact that you don’t have the first fucking clue about dating.’

  Emilia had texted Alice and asked her to come round as soon as she could. Her sister had responded by saying Why? Is The Greek finally up for some ass? Xx

  An hour later she had pulled into the driveway with a bottle of milk, some of Emilia’s favourite chocolates and a loving hug. Now they were sat in the conservatory, which Alice had once described as fucking pointless, it’s either too hot in the summer or too cold in the winter, and full of fucking spiders the rest of the time. Now they were sat next to each other, on a couple of rattan chairs that Emilia had arranged around a glass table, the doors open to the outside, with a pleasant breeze and a spot of sunshine, and even Alice couldn’t deny that it was rather nice.

  ‘It’s just common sense, sweetie.’

  ‘I know,’ said Emilia, huffing and rubbing her temple. ‘Would you like another cup of tea?’

  ‘There’s not much tea can’t fix, so yes,’ said Alice, holding out her cup.

  Emilia went through to the kitchen, and called through the hatch.

  ‘Did you go to the ball? I didn’t see you there.’

  ‘That’s the idea.’

  ‘I know but I thought I would’ve noticed you, or heard you.’

  ‘I kept my distance, well, from you at least. Cass has a seriously tight ass though.’

  Emilia dropped the spoon she was using to stir the tea.

  ‘That was you?’

  ‘He mentioned me did he?’ said Alice, laughing.

  Emilia brought the tea through.

  ‘It came up, yes.’ Emilia said, smiling at last. ‘Thank you. I’m sorry I’ve brought you into my mess. I don’t know what I’m doing,’ she sat down again. ‘I’m so confused and it feels really weird talking to you about this, but I really like them.’

  ‘Does Cass feel the same way?’

  ‘I think so, but he’s better at emotions than me. He can handle this, he’s rational and calm and he doesn’t get overwhelmed and anxious.’

  She closed her eyes and breathed deeply.

  Alice leaned forward and took her sisters hand, squeezing it. ‘Hey, it’s gonna be okay.’

  ‘I just feel sad.’

  ‘It’s normal. You’re experiencing all the shitty, depressing feelings that everybody else around you went through when they were between thirteen and twenty three. Except you’re experiencing it ten years too late. You never got a handle on rejection. This is the first time someone you fancied said no.’

  Emilia nodded. ‘There was Peter in year five,’ she smiled through a glaze of tears.

  ‘That doesn’t count,’ said Alice. ‘Peter thought you were going to give him kissing disease if he said yes. The point is, this is new to you. It’s going to take a little time to get over and you need to give yourself that time. Heal, then make sure your relationship is okay, and then start again if that’s what you want.’

  ‘You’re so good at this,’ said Emilia.

  Alice shrugged. ’Mum always told us to play the field. I just listened.’

  ’She said the field, not the football team.’

  ‘Oh, y
ou bitch.’

  ‘So what should I do now?’

  ’Leave it. Cassian is right. If there’s something there, then they will text you back. If not, they will earmark you as the swinging weirdos and give you a wide berth at every function you both attend from now on.’

  Emilia nodded and drank some more of her tea.

  ‘Listen, I know I’m always running off, but I really do have to go,’ said Alice. ‘I’ve got to finish a clients annual report and I’m probably going to have to pull an all-nighter to do it, so I want to get started if that’s okay?’

  ‘Of course,’ said Emilia, standing up. She walked Alice to the front door and they hugged farewell.

  ‘Don’t text her,’ said Alice. ‘Promise?’

  Emilia sneered at her sister and laughed guardedly.

  ‘Or do, because you’re an adult and you can do what you like,’ she said, as she walked away towards her car.

  Emilia stood in the doorway watching as her sister pulled out of the driveway and waved as she dipped down onto the main road. Then she turned around, closed the door and headed back to the kitchen, picking up her phone.

  She sat back down in the conservatory and tapped on Amy’s name.

  Hi Amy, can we meet? I really want to talk to you x

  Honest and to the point, she thought to herself.

  She pressed send and put the phone down on the glass coffee table, then she closed her eyes and slowly exhaled.

  The little table vibrated so loudly she thought the glass might break.

  Panic rose in her chest. Was it Amy, already? If so, it probably wasn’t good. Something heartbreaking like Lose my number. Or was it Alice or Cass? Just a coincidental text to say Thanks or On my way home x.

  She stared at her phone for a long time, paralysed, too scared to look, but eventually she rationalised and settled herself down, reached forward for it, and saw Amy’s name.

  Hinksey Park? 3pm? X

  *

  Emilia had thrown on the best outfit she could find at short notice and bundled her hair up into a messy ponytail. Hinksey Park was six stops away on the number thirty five and by running she’d managed to make it just in time for the next departure.

  Now she was sat down near the front, phone in hand and half an hour to spare before Amy would be there. She decided that the first thing she would do, would be to make a custom text message alert for Amy. Every time her phone buzzed, she would become instantly anxious, wondering if it was her. This way, she would know straight away and could take things a little more easily throughout the day. She selected one called Bird Song, and put away her phone.

  She looked out of the window as they passed over the railway bridge on Old Abingdon Road, watching as a train shot by beneath her.

  What were they doing? What were they going to talk about? Was Amy going to tell her to leave them alone? To lose her number and stop contacting her?

  She wasn’t sure if she could take that.

  A few minutes later the bus started to slow down and she stood up and pressed the stop button. She held on tight as it came to a sharp halt next to the small shelter, and looked around nervously, suddenly afraid that Amy might be on the same bus, or just about to walk past outside. She needed a bit more time to prepare before she saw her again, she wasn’t quite ready yet.

  ‘You getting off, love?’ said the driver.

  ‘Oh, sorry,’ she said. She made her way forward, feeling the stares of some of the other passengers, and then stepped down onto the curb. She turned to say thank you, but the bus was already driving away.

  The entrance to the park was a short walk from the stop, and she set off in the right direction, head down and deep in thought, her mind preoccupied with thoughts about what Amy might say, about the other night, about what might happen in the future. She was mortified and terrified, but most of all she felt sad, and before she realised, she was part of the way along the path that led around the lake.

  There was a little bench up ahead that looked out over the water and sitting on it was a red haired girl. From this distance she wasn’t sure if it was her but as she got closer, the girl turned her head and smiled and Emilia could see now that it was Amy and her heart started to flutter.

  She stood up as Emilia drew near.

  ‘Hi,’ said Amy.

  ‘Hi,’ said Emilia.

  Then they both started to speak at once, a jumbled combination of how are you’s and I’m fine’s. Amy looked down at the floor, embarrassed but smiling.

  ‘Do you want to take a walk?’ she said, frowning. She nodded toward the path to her left.

  ‘Sure,’ said Emilia.

  For a few minutes they walked in silence, not really looking at each other, just around at the sights and sounds of the park. It felt comfortable and Emilia found herself wishing they could hold hands.

  A young mum and dad were playing with their little daughter off to the side and their pink ball rolled past Emilia’s feet, heading toward the lake. She scooped it up in her hands and then rolled it back gently to the little girl.

  ‘That was nice of you,’ said Amy, smiling. ‘You’ll be a good mum, one day.’

  Emilia smiled at her briefly, and looked away across the lake at the ducks.

  ‘I’m sorry,’ she said.

  ‘There’s nothing to be sorry about,’ said Amy. ‘I've just never had a girl tell me she likes me before.’

  ‘I've never liked a girl before,’ said Emilia.

  Amy smiled. ‘I like you,’ she said with pained smiled. ‘But I don't know if I like you like that.’

  They started walking again, not saying anything. Emilia had known what Amy was going to say, from the moment she got her text message, but it still hurt to hear it. As they walked, she felt like a small crack had formed in her heart. She wasn't heartbroken, she still loved Cassian and he still loved her, but the part of her heart that had grown for Amy and Mark, was now damaged and it was going to take some time to heal.

  Amy stopped by the bridge that ran between the two small lakes, and rested her elbows on the railing, looking out over the water.

  ‘Isn't it beautiful here?’ she said.

  Emilia followed her gaze and then looked back at Amy, her red hair drifting gently in the breeze as she continued.

  ‘Mark proposed here, right over there,’ she said, pointing to the spot.

  ‘I want you,’ Emilia said suddenly. ‘And Mark. We both do.’

  ‘You can't just say that,’ said Amy. ‘It's not fair.’

  ‘Why not?’

  ‘It's not right either.’

  ‘Then why did you agree to meet me?’

  ‘I don't know.’

  Amy looked down at the water running below them and then looked back up at Emilia.

  ‘I'm confused,’ said Amy.

  Emilia said nothing, waiting for her friend to talk.

  ‘I'm confused because everything was- is, normal. Mark and I love each other, we have a life together, we’re talking about kids, saving money, selling our cars, remortgaging, buying a new washing machine. All that normal life stuff and then we met you guys and you just threw a spanner in it all.’

  ‘Why does that have to be a bad thing?’

  ‘It doesn't,’ said Amy. ‘But it's different. I don't know, I don't know how to explain it.’

  She turned to keep walking and Emilia followed, moving up beside her.

  ‘I mean let's just say we all fucked. Then what? You want more than that, don’t you?’

  ‘Maybe,’ said Emilia.

  ‘I don’t know if I can give you that, if we can give you that, and that’s too much pressure. What next? Move in together? Start a family? We can’t do that. It won’t work.’

  ‘I don’t know,’ said Emilia, tears starting to form in her eyes, the crack in her heart felt like it was growing now and she bit her lip as more tears began to flow.

  They stopped walking.

  They were standing underneath a Willow tree on a bend in the path. Emilia co
uld hear the birds singing in the branches above as the sunlight dappled through the leaves and danced on the wooded path they stood upon.

  It was beautiful.

  Suddenly, Amy took Emilia’s hand and leaned in and kissed her.

  It started soft, just a peck, and then the palm of her hand was on Emilia’s cheek, her thumb brushing her ear, and then they were kissing each other deeply. Emilia’s mind went into a haze, as though everything had turned down in volume and become numb.

  She put her hand up into Amy’s hair to run her fingers through it, but as soon as she did, Amy pulled away, and before Emilia could process what was happening, she was walking off, fast.

  Emilia went to follow, still dizzy from the kiss, but Amy just kept going, almost running back up the path. She called out to her.

  ‘I'm sorry,’ said Amy, and then she was gone around the corner.

  Emilia stood under the tree and touched her lips, she could still feel the warmth of Amy’s kiss on them.

  Then the tears really started to flow.

  *

  When Cassian arrived home, Emilia was making dinner for the both of them. There were pots and pans all over the kitchen surface. She had done her best to make a full home cooked meal, but Emilia wasn't the most organised cook. She was scatty and forgetful and getting timings right was always a challenge for her, and today was far worse than usual but Cassian loved her all the more for trying.

  He wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her on the cheek, coming away with what looked and felt like raw egg on his lips. He laughed and wiped it away and then squeezed her tight.

  ‘Don’t be mad,’ she said, turning around and putting her arms around his neck.

  ‘Why? What have you done?’

  She looked up into his eyes nervously and he frowned back.

  ‘What is it?’ he said.

  ‘I might have messaged Amy,’ she said.

  ‘And?’

  ‘We met up.’

  Cassian’s eyes widened.