Ashley and Scott had been together for almost two years. Friday nights usually meant takeout pizza, a bottle of cheap wine, and crashing on the couch while some dumb reality show droned in the background. Their apartment was small—cluttered counters, laundry in a basket by the bedroom door, faint smell of last night’s tacos lingering in the air.
Tonight Carol was over. Ashley’s best friend since college, Carol had been openly lesbian for years. She dated women exclusively, talked shit about guys in bars, and always joked that dicks were “just not her thing.” Ashley loved her to death—same sarcastic humor, same taste in music, same habit of stealing fries off each other’s plates.
They were halfway through a second bottle when the conversation turned, like it sometimes did after a few drinks. Carol was sprawled on the floor leaning against the couch, legs stretched out, her cropped tank riding up to show the edge of a tattoo on her hip. Ashley sat cross-legged beside Scott, barefoot, wearing old gym shorts and one of his faded band tees.
“So you’ve really never even touched one?” Ashley asked, half-laughing, half-curious.
Carol rolled her eyes. “Nope. Never had the urge. Why would I? Pussy’s perfect. Soft, wet, knows what it wants.” She smirked. “No offense, Scott.”
Scott chuckled, sipping his beer. “None taken. Curiosity’s normal though.”
Ashley nudged him. “She’s serious. She’s always said she’d try it once—just to say she did. Right, Carol?”
Carol shrugged, cheeks a little pink from the wine. “Yeah, maybe. Hypothetically. If the guy wasn’t a total douche and it wasn’t weird.”
The room got quiet for a second except for the low hum of the TV. Ashley looked at Scott, then at Carol. Something shifted in her eyes—mischief, maybe excitement.
“What if it wasn’t weird?” Ashley said softly. “What if it was us? Just tonight. No pressure. You trust me, right?”
Carol stared at her, then at Scott. She bit her bottom lip—the tiny silver ring in it catching the lamplight. “You’re serious.”
Ashley nodded. “Only if you want. We can stop anytime.”
Scott stayed quiet, letting them talk. His heart was already thumping harder.
Carol exhaled. “Fuck it. Once in my life. Let’s see what the fuss is about.”
Ashley leaned over and kissed her first—soft at the start, familiar girl-on-girl kisses they’d shared before when drunk. But this time it carried weight. Carol kissed back, hesitant then hungry. Their tongues met, slow and wet.
Scott watched, cock already twitching in his jeans. Ashley pulled back, eyes glassy. “Come here,” she told him.
He slid closer. Carol turned, looked up at him. “Don’t make it awkward, dude.”
He laughed. “Promise.”
Ashley tugged Carol’s tank top off. Carol’s perky tits bounced free—small, firm, dark nipples pierced with tiny silver bars. Ashley immediately sucked one into her mouth, making Carol gasp. Scott reached over, ran his hand down Carol’s back, feeling the smooth skin and the edge of her tattooed arm.
Carol’s shorts came next. She lifted her hips, let Ashley peel them down. No panties. Her pussy was completely bald, lips already swollen and shiny. Ashley groaned. “God, you’re soaked already.”
Carol laughed nervously. “Shut up.”
Ashley spread her thighs, leaned in, and licked a slow stripe up Carol’s slit. Carol moaned, head tipping back. Scott unzipped his jeans, pulled his cock out—thick, hard, veins standing out. Carol glanced over, eyes widening a fraction.
“That’s… bigger than I pictured,” she muttered.
Ashley looked up, lips wet. “Wanna touch it?”
Carol hesitated, then reached out. Her fingers wrapped around him—tentative at first, then firmer. She stroked slowly, thumb brushing the head where pre-cum beaded. Scott groaned low.
“Feels… hot,” Carol said. “Weirdly smooth.”
Ashley grinned. “Taste it.”
Carol leaned in, licked the tip experimentally. Salty. Not bad. She took the head in her mouth, sucked lightly. Scott’s hand went to her hair, gentle.
Ashley stripped too, tossing clothes aside. She climbed behind Carol, kissed her neck, reached around to play with those pierced nipples. Carol moaned around Scott’s cock.
They moved to the bedroom—unmade bed, sheets tangled from last night. Carol got on all fours, ass up. Bubble butt, round and firm, tattooed arm braced on the mattress. Ashley slid underneath her in 69, tongue diving back into Carol’s pussy while Scott knelt behind.
He rubbed his cock against her wet folds. Carol tensed.
“Relax,” Ashley murmured against her clit. “Breathe.”
Scott pushed in slow. Carol gasped—sharp inhale. “Fuck—it’s stretching me.”
He paused halfway. “You okay?”
“Yeah… keep going. Slow.”
He sank deeper. Carol’s pussy gripped him tight, hot and slick. She moaned loud when he bottomed out. Ashley licked faster, flicking Carol’s clit.
Scott started thrusting—short strokes at first, then longer. Skin slapped skin. Carol rocked back to meet him, getting into it.
“Harder,” she panted. “Fuck, it’s… good.”
Ashley crawled out, kissed Carol deep—tasting herself on her friend’s tongue. Then she guided Scott onto his back. Carol straddled him, sank down on his cock in one smooth motion. She rode him, tits bouncing, pierced nipples hard.
Ashley knelt beside them, making out with Carol, then with Scott. Hands everywhere—Carol’s hand job on Scott when he slipped out, Ashley fingering Carol while she bounced.
They switched. Missionary now. Carol on her back, legs wide. Scott thrust deep, her ankles on his shoulders. Ashley straddled Carol’s face—Carol ate her pussy eagerly, moaning into it every time Scott bottomed out.
Sweat slicked their skin. The room smelled like sex—musky, salty, mixed with the faint wine on their breath. Carol came first—hard, shaking, nails digging into Scott’s arms. Her pussy clenched around him, pulsing.
Ashley came next, grinding on Carol’s tongue, whimpering.
Scott pulled out, stroked fast. Carol and Ashley knelt in front, mouths open. He shot thick ropes across their tongues, chins, tits. They kissed, swapping cum, laughing breathlessly.
After, they collapsed. Scott’s chest heaved. Carol wiped her mouth, grinning. “Okay… that was not terrible.”
Ashley snorted. “Told you.”
Carol looked at the clock. “Shit, pizza’s probably cold.”
Scott laughed. “I’ll reheat it.”
They pulled on clothes—mismatched, inside-out. Carol tugged her shorts up, still sticky. Ashley checked her phone, giggling at a text.
Back in the living room, they ate cold pizza on the couch, TV still playing some forgotten show. Carol leaned against Ashley, head on her shoulder.
“So,” Carol said casually. “We doing that again sometime?”
Ashley smirked. “Maybe. If you’re good.”
Scott just shook his head, smiling. Another normal Friday night—except not normal at all.

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