Chapter 8

Katie gave a defeated shrug. “We didn’t agree, but whatever.”

“Great. And we both agree that I’ll take the reins with this?”

“We did not agree on that, but again, whatever.”

“Excellent. I love an obedient girlfriend.”

“Fiancee,” Katie corrected her.

“Right. Sorry.” Cynthia grabbed Katie, lifted her tiny body up in a bear hug, and gave her a deep kiss that curled Katie’s toes. She then placed Katie back onto her now unsteady feet and said, “I just love an obedient fiancee.”

After catching her breath, Katie asked, “So what are we going to do?”

“Okay. Check this out,” Cynthia said, her eyes sparkled with mischief.

Alex was up to his nose in pussy and Freya was nearing an orgasm – the first of many to come this afternoon, she hoped – when they heard a loud knock on the door, and then the telltale creak of the hinges as it opened. The outside door was always locked, but the foyer door to the first floor was never locked as Cynthia and Katie would be the only people to have access to that door. And with all four of them being best friends as well as lovers, why lock doors?

Immediately, Alex poked his head up and looked at Freya in the flickering firelight.

“Crap,” Freya said, hurriedly trying to straighten herself out.

They heard footsteps heading their way, and then heard Cynthia call out, “Guys?”

Alex frantically wiped at his face with his sleeve and positioned himself on the couch in a way that he hoped hid his raging boner. They were both glad that they would be viewed under the soft glow of the fireplace rather than the harsh and unforgiving light from the recessed lighting in the ceiling.

“We’re in here,” Freya called out and moments later Cynthia and Katie came into the living room.

“We just beat the storm – it’s getting bad out there – and when we got home, the electricity was out,” Cynthia said as she came over to the couch. “So, we thought we’d come and see what you guys were up to.” She leaned down to hug Freya and then hugged Alex.

And then Cynthia froze.

One arm around his neck, she sniffed. “Were you just munching on Freya’s beaver?”

“Cynthia!” Katie cried out.

Alex could only think of one answer to Cynthia’s question. “N-no,” he stammered.

Cynthia could smell pussy on his breath. “Liar,” she said to him. Alex looked over at Freya, but she was no help. He looked back to Cynthia. Her face almost completely obscured in shadow, he could still see that she was smiling broadly. “I’m just teasin’ you!” She let him go and stood up.

“This actually works out perfectly. We came down here for sex anyway,” Cynthia said as she started to unbutton the top of her jeans. “Freya?” she asked, “would you mind if Alex eats me out now? You can play with Katie.”

“Cynthia! You can’t just walk in on them ... you know ... having some alone time ... and suddenly take over!”

She looked at Katie. “Why not? It’s our story now.”

“But it’s not at all believable,” Katie complained.

“Of course it’s not believable!” Cynthia cried. “It’s a pretend porn story!”