Chapter 1

My place used to get pretty lively on weekend afternoons. There were always friends around, shooting the shit and listening to music. That day, Claire showed up with a friend in tow. Her name was Joanna. Black hair, sharp eyes, the kind of vibe like she was always sizing everything up. To someone who didn’t know her, she might seem kinda standoffish, but that wasn’t it at all.

Claire had always just been a friend. She never really turned me on.

The two of them were sitting on the couch, chatting away, while I mixed drinks at the bar. Spotify was playing some chill background tunes, setting a relaxed vibe. The soft late-afternoon light filtered through the curtains, bathing the room in a golden glow and making Joanna’s beauty stand out even more. Her dark hair shone under the light, and her eyes had this spark that was hard to ignore.

I was starting to get interested in her.

I served the first round of drinks and noticed how Joanna gave off this subtle, magnetic sensuality. The looks we exchanged, the sly smiles… There was tension in the air, an unspoken promise. When Claire got up to fiddle with the music, she brushed past me and whispered:

“Someone’s gonna get lucky tonight, looks like.”

Her teasing made me laugh. She might be right.

I headed back to the couch and scooted closer to Joanna, my heart picking up as I got near. What a woman. A total turn-on.

The conversation flowed easy, and as the booze loosened us up, Claire, phone already in hand, suddenly blurted out:

“Jô, wanna see his dick?”

I froze. Joanna burst out laughing.

“What?!” I shot back, totally thrown.

Claire didn’t have a pic of me. The nude on her screen definitely wasn’t mine. While Joanna cracked up, I tried to argue, ribbing Claire to cut the crap. But Joanna, with a wicked grin, fired off:

“Hey, then whip it out so I can compare. That way I can tell who’s telling the truth. If you don’t, I’ll believe Claire.”

I had no clue where this was headed, but their teasing pulled me in. At first, I held back. It’d be weird. But they kept pushing.

“You know what? Fine, here you go!”

I dropped my pants in one go, letting my cock swing free in the air.

They both yelped, laughing their asses off. Claire, quick as hell, snapped a photo. I only realized the fuck-up when I saw her phone flash. She’d use that to blackmail me later… But that’s a story for another time.

Just to get back at them, I threw myself between the two, pants still down around my ankles.

“Didn’t wanna see? Well, enjoy the view!” I teased, acting all cocky.

Joanna stared hard, checking it out closely.

“Soft like that, can’t really tell…” she said, thoughtful.

“Hey, put your mouth on it and it’ll get hard in no time.”

I said it without thinking, not imagining for a second what would happen next.

Claire’s eyes went wide, surprised. But the real twist came when Joanna, no hesitation, wrapped her hand around my cock and started jerking me off.

“Crazy!” Claire exclaimed, mouth hanging open.

Me? I was stunned. Couldn’t figure out how far this would go, but one thing was sure: I wasn’t stopping it. Joanna kept her eyes locked on the task, her soft hand sliding rhythmically over me. My body reacted on its own, giving in to the feeling.

Silence took over the room. Just heavy breathing and the subtle sounds of arousal filling the space. My mind raced, figuring out the next move. I glanced at Claire, wondering if it was time to pull her in, but she seemed more into watching. Her eyes followed every stroke of Joanna’s without blinking.

Joanna looked up at me, gave a little laugh, and without warning, leaned in, taking my cock in her mouth.

What followed was a mix: my groan and Claire’s hysterical squeal of surprise and excitement.

The wet heat wrapped around my tip, her tongue sliding with perfect, delicious precision. The soft touch, the rhythm, the way she gave herself to it… I couldn’t think straight anymore. I tried to read Claire — if this was planned or if Joanna just let loose — but nothing added up. She just backed off and plopped down in the armchair alone, watching like she was judging her friend’s performance.

“Don’t you wanna join?” I ventured, my voice cracking midway.

“I think I’ll pass… I’ll just watch from here,” she replied, a bit awkward.

My head was spinning, but my body kept going.

When I felt like I was about to cum, I grabbed the back of Joanna’s neck, tangled my fingers in her hair, and pulled her up, kissing her hot, wet mouth urgently. She was all in, and she tasted like pure lust.

My hands moved on their own, ripping off her clothes one by one, revealing her warm skin, firm tits, and pink, hard nipples. I didn’t waste time. I attacked those tits with my mouth, feeling every moan and arch of her body in response. She straddled me as best she could, riding while I devoured her skin, trailing up her neck to her ear.

“I wanna fuck you,” I whispered.

Joanna pulled back sharp. For a second, I thought I’d said something wrong.

But before I could ask, she was stripping off the last of her clothes. Top, pants, panties, shoes… Everything hit the floor in a flash.

I ditched mine too, no hesitation.

She turned to me, bit her lip, and asked:

“How do you want it?”

“However you want,” I said, already out of patience.

“Doggy style,” she said, getting on all fours on the couch, ass up and ready for me.

“Hey, turn around this way, I wanna see your faces!” Claire said, reminding us she was still there.

Joanna and I exchanged looks, a conspiratorial smile passing between us. She laughed, Claire threw a jab, and the two traded some playful barbs. But I was already behind Joanna, set to take her to the edge.

Her on all fours was a sight. Her curved body, warm skin, and the way her pussy glistened with arousal had me hooked. But before I took her, I wanted to taste her.

I started kissing her ass, running my hands down her back, feeling her skin prickle under my touch. I licked softly around her asshole, teasing her. My fingers worked in sync — one sliding slow over her clit, another exploring her wet entrance. She was soaked.

I kissed her asshole hard, pressing in while two fingers slid inside her, and my thumb rubbed her most sensitive spot. Joanna moaned loud, throwing her torso forward, arching her ass even higher for me.

“Ahhh, fuck…” she sighed, her voice breaking on waves of pleasure.

From the couch nearby, Claire watched it all, legs squeezed together, hands fidgety, one slipping discreetly over a still-covered tit.

“Wanna join?” I asked, hopeful, voice thick with desire.

“Not tonight… I’m not ready,” she replied, looking away.

I didn’t push. Maybe Claire was still sorting out her own wants, or scared to cross a line she didn’t wanna. But right then, all my focus was on Joanna.

My mouth found her pussy, tasting the hot tang of her arousal, lapping up every drop of desire she offered.

I stood up, positioned myself, and slowly started sliding into her.

Slow.

Real slow.

Every inch was an invite to bliss, and Joanna writhed, trying to say something, but all that came out were rough, broken sounds. I did it a few times, pulling out completely before pushing back in, teasing her, making her beg.

“Don’t be mean, just put it in, please!” she pleaded, her voice full of need.

I gave in.

I buried myself in her all at once, hard and deep.

She gasped, a wild cry escaping her lips. My fingers tangled in her hair, pulling her back as my thrusts got fast and intense. My hands gripped her tits firm, feeling every spasm of her body as she moaned out of control.

On the couch, Claire squirmed under her skirt, using a pillow as a shield between her legs.

“Let me see… please?” I asked, trying to catch her eye.

“No way… I’m not ready,” she murmured, half-embarrassed, not stopping her subtle motion.

“At least get those tits out, girl!” Joanna teased, not missing a beat of her pleasure.

The comment cracked us all up. Claire hesitated, but finally tugged her top down, baring her tits in the room’s dim light. Before I could react, Joanna arched hard, her moans turning into a steady, intense, wild howl.

She collapsed on the couch like she’d been zapped, laughing between gasps, hair messed up, face flushed from the orgasm.

“Oh, fuck… holy shit…” she said, still laughing, catching her breath.

I was still hard, throbbing, and I walked slow toward Claire, teasing her, making my intent clear.

“Get lost, don’t even try!” she said, laughing and shoving my chest. “If I wanna taste Jô’s pussy, I’ll go straight to the source.”

She laughed hard, and I didn’t push. I sat next to her, while Joanna, satisfied and legs still shaky, got up to hit the bathroom.

“I wanna get you too,” I whispered to Claire.

She bit her lip, thinking it over, then sighed.

“Damn… I want to, but my tits are sore, I’ve got cramps… and down here… well, you’d find a little surprise,” she said, half-laughing, half-awkward.

You can’t win ‘em all.