Chapter 10

Cynthia smiled. “I was just kidding.”

“No, you weren’t.”

Chuckling, Cynthia confirmed, “No. I wasn’t.”

“You’re always looking for sex.” Freya smiled and in a low voice, asked, “So, what are we going to do about it?”

Cynthia leaned towards Freya and whispered in her ear, “I could suck Alex’s dick, and then fuck him?”

“And then I get Katie, again?”

“She’s fuckin’ adorable.”

“Yeah ... but...” Whenever they fooled around as a foursome, Freya seemed to always get Katie. Not that it was bad. Katie was truly a lesbian’s lesbian. And very enthusiastic! If it involved anything sexual with a woman she loved, she was more than into it. And Katie loved both Cynthia and Freya. But Freya had her eyes set on Cynthia and her perfectly proportioned body. Round, soft tits. Curvy waist and hips. And a pussy that was simple to die for. Wet and sweet and inviting.

Cynthia interrupted Freya’s daydream. “What? Katie doesn’t like guys. You always have Alex and I always have Katie. This is a good swap,” Cynthia pushed.

In a tone of resignation, Freya agreed. “I guess. So how do you want to do it? Just pair off and go at it?”

Cynthia smiled. “Leave that up to me, Frey. I’m in charge of this story now.”

“What ‘story’? This is my life, not some made-up story.”

“Right. Of course. You just sit back and let me take the reins on this one.”

Alex came back into the living room. He had washed his face and put on a different pair of pajama pants. One without a fly, Cynthia observed.

“Why did he change his pants?” Katie asked. “I thought you guys were all just going to have sex.”

“I didn’t do that. Real Life Freya did that. You told me not to take over too much.”

“Okay. Okay.” Katie nodded, satisfied. “I do like where this is heading.”

“Of course you do, you gay dyke whore. As long as you end up with Freya, you’re more than happy.”

“Did you really just call me a ‘gay dyke whore’?”

“Yes. You’re so much a lesbian, I need to say it twice.”

“And a whore? I love you, you know,” Katie pouted.

“I know. But you’ve always been infatuated with Freya. Ever since we were little kids.”

“She’s pretty.”

“She’s sexy as fuck!” Cynthia exclaimed. “If only she had a dick, she’d be perfect!”

“Eww! You’re disgusting.” Katie pushed Cynthia’s shoulder. “Go back to the story, you pig.”

Cynthia slid away from Freya, making room on the couch for Alex to sit between them, and then she threw the comforter over their laps. Alex, thankful for something covering his lap, turned to Freya just as he felt Cynthia’s fingers encircling his cock under the comforter. He quickly turned to Cynthia, then guiltily, immediately back to Freya, oblivious to what was happening under the comforter, who gave him a sweet little smile and a tiny peck on his cheek. Alex smiled back and feeling his erection rapidly returning under Cynthia’s rhythmic squeezing, decided the safest course of action would be to just stare into the fire and watch the flames dance away in the darkness.