Love in the Balance
Copyright© 2025 by WittyUserName
Chapter 25
Romance Sex Story: Chapter 25 - Eight friends navigate love, friendship, and finance as they find their places in the world.
Caution: This Romance Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Consensual Romantic BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Light Bond Rough Spanking Group Sex Hispanic Female Anal Sex Cream Pie Facial Masturbation Oral Sex Petting Pregnancy Tit-Fucking Big Breasts
~Friday October 31, 2025~
Cornelia Street had been invaded by pirates.
Captain Carter Bauer stood proudly on the sidewalk outside the townhouse, one hand gripping a plastic sword while the other held an orange pumpkin-shaped candy bucket. He was wearing a white undershirt and a black overcoat with gold buttons. His pants matched the outfit and included a red sash around his waist. A black pirate hat covered most of his brown hair, and an eyepatch concealed one of his blue-gray eyes.
“Are you sure you can see alright?” Megan asked him.
“I’m a pirate captain!” Carter responded. “Pirates could steer boats with one eye!”
“He’s got a point,” Steven reasoned as Nell snorted.
Megan was dressed as a pirate queen, complete with a fitted burgundy coat, tall black boots, and a pleated black skirt. Her raven hair was in a long braid down her back, while stereotypical black pirate hat rested on her head. She was wearing a ton of fake gold jewelry, including a pair of dangling earrings.
At Carter’s insistence, Steven was the first mate. Standing next to Megan, Steven was wearing black pants, boots, and a loose white shirt beneath a black vest. Like Carter, Steven had a red sash tied around his waist. Completing the outfit was a plastic cutlass hanging from Steven’s belt.
Penelope’s costume was much less historically accurate. The main part of her outfit was an old-fashioned corseted dress. She also wore thigh-high black boots and a feathered hat. Steven had simply said “of course” when she showed up, which Nell considered a compliment.
All right,” Megan smiled. “Everyone ready?”
Carter thrust his sword into the air. “ARRR!”
“Sounds like a ‘yes’ to me,” Steven laughed lightly.
Greenwich Village had transformed for Halloween. Cobwebs stretched across iron railings, pumpkins had been set on brownstone stoops, and skeletons hung from windows and balconies. One townhouse had turned its entire entrance into the mouth of a giant monster.
Children packed the sidewalks: princesses, superheroes, witches, monsters. Adults stood outside with bowls of candy; some in costume, others not. Several stores had decorated their entrances and joined the fun. Carter stared at everything with wide eyes. The adults smiled a the genuine childhood wonder.
“Captain,” Steven said, pointing toward a decorated stoop, “I believe I see treasure.”
“Treasure!” Carter gasped as he took off.
“Carter!” Megan called sternly.
The six-year-old immediately stopped as Steven caught up to him.
“What did your mother say?” Steven asked.
“Don’t run ahead.”
“And?” Steven questioned.
“Look both ways before crossing,” Carter said.
“And?” Steven repeated.
Carter sighed dramatically. “Say ‘thank you.’”
“Good work, Captain,” Steven nodded as he offered his hand.
“Let’s go!” Carter grinned, grabbing Steven’s hand while holding up his sword.
Their first stop resulted in two miniature chocolate bars, while the second produced gummy worms. An elderly woman at the third stop declared Carter the finest pirate she’d seen all evening. Nell claimed the fame was going to go to his head. Carter heard and threatened to make Nell walk the plank.
By the time they’d visited several streets, Carter’s pumpkin was getting heavy. He refused all offers of assistance, but handed the pumpkin to Steven five minutes later. Megan started laughing, saying that Steven had been promoted from first mate to candy mule.
At a small store, Carter received a handful of candy.
“Thank you!” he grinned before running back to his mother.
“Good job,” Megan smiled.
Carter looked inside his bucket, then at Steven. “How much do I have?”
“A lot,” Steven answered.
“How much can I eat?” Carter asked.
“Ask your mother,” Steven responded.
Carter turned. “Mom?”
“Three pieces tonight,” Megan answered.
“Three?” his face fell.
“Three.”
“But I got all this!” Carter reasoned.
“And it will still exist tomorrow,” Megan reasoned.
“Not with Aunt Nell staying over!” Carter whined, making Steven laugh.
“I’ll keep her away from it,” Megan promised.
Nell crouched beside the six-year-old. “You know, captains outrank queens.”
Carter’s eyes widened.
Megan pointed at her. “Don’t.”
“I said nothing,” Nell giggled as she stood.
“I’m gonna make you walk the plank in a minute,” Megan grumbled.
At one point Carter challenged another pirate to a sword fight. At another, Steven walked face-first into a fake spider hanging from an awning. Nell laughed so hard she had to lean against Megan as Carter observed that Steven had screamed. Steven responded by threatening to mutiny.
The crowds thickened as more families poured into the neighborhood. Carter stayed between Steven and Megan, occasionally holding his mother’s hand, while other times holding Steven’s. Nell watched them carefully, noticing they moved together with ease. Like a family. The realization made Nell smile, but also feel a twinge of jealousy.
Nell pushed the negativity down. “Picture!”
“What?” Megan frowned.
“We need a picture of you three.”
Carter immediately raised his sword. “ARRR!”
Penelope took Megan’s phone as the other three posed. Carter planted himself in front while Steven and Megan stood behind him. Steven instinctively wrapped an arm around Megan’s waist, and she slid closer to him, a big smile on her face as she rested her hand on Carter’s shoulder.
“Everyone say ‘piracy!’” Penelope instructed.
“Piracy!” they shouted as Nell took the picture.
A passerby offered to take a picture of all four of them. Nell declined at first, at least until Megan and Steven both insisted. Carter bounced on his heels asking Nell to come be in the picture. Penelope smiled and handed off her phone. The tall blonde felt like part of the family.
Captain Carter began to run out of energy, which he repeatedly denied. After a dozen yawns he asked Steven to carry him. Megan held the pumpkin bucket while Carter climbed onto Steven’s back. The pirate captain, the first mate, and the queen. Nell took a candid shot as they made their way back to Cornelia Street.
Upon returning home, Carter announced he had to poop. Then he went through his nighttime routine, brushing his teeth and putting on his pajamas. He was so tired he forgot to ask for his three pieces of candy. Instead he got in bed and was read a story, with Nell, Megan, and Steven each doing a different voice. Carter was asleep before the end of the story.
With Carter asleep, the adults could celebrate Halloween. Still wearing their costumes, Megan and Nell broke out the wine. Steven carried three glasses out to the living room so they could start drinking. Both women were soon giggling happily, their pirate hats tilted to the side.
“Hey!” Nell declared, sitting up on the couch. “I have an idea!”
Megan was curled up on the other side of the couch with Steven between them. “What’s that?”
“Let’s play a game!”
“What kind of game?” Steven asked, looking at Nell suspiciously.
“Truth or dare!” Nell announced with a grin.
“We’re not in college anymore,” Megan giggled.
“And we’ve been drinking,” Steven added.
“Oh, it’s fine, no one’s drunk,” Nell waved them both off as she stood and moved to the floor. “Come on, it’ll be fun!”
“What do you think?” Megan asked Steven.
“We can always stop if Nell gets out of control,” he reasoned with a shrug.
Megan tried to look hesitant, but had an excited smirk on her face. “Okay, let’s do it!”
Steven and Megan joined Nell on the floor, both holding wine glasses.
“Who goes first?” Steven asked.
“Since Miss Penelope suggested this game,” Megan smirked, “Nell, truth or dare?”
“Hm, truth!” Nell grinned.
“Have you ever faked an orgasm?” Megan asked.
Nell burst out laughing. “Oh, starting at the good part already? I like it! And yes, I have. Many times.”
“I’m sorry to hear that,” Steven said politely.
“Not every guy cares if the girl enjoys it,” Nell made a face. “Other times I just wanted to be done with a lousy lay, so I screamed that I was cumming so he’d squirt and get off me.”
“Uh, okay then,” Steven cleared his throat nervously.
“You’re one of us now, baby,” Megan giggled. “You must be used to uncensored Penelope by now.”
“I wasn’t aware there even was a censored Penelope,” he deadpanned.
“Oh, shush,” Nell smirked. “By the way, it’s your turn. Steven, truth or dare?”
“Uh, dare?” Steven shrugged.
“You’re gonna regret that,” Megan smiled serenely.
“He really is,” Nell agreed. “I dare you to flash us!”
“What?” he frowned while Megan laughed loudly.
“Guys always want girls to flash, yet we never get to see any dick at parties,” Nell explained, gesturing toward Steven. “Show us what ya got, big guy!”
Steven glanced at Megan, who gave him a reassuring nod. “Um, okay.”
“Woo-hoo!” Nell cheered as Steven stood up. “Take it off!”
With a red face, Steven pulled down the front of his pants and boxers, letting his penis flop out before quickly covering it.
“No, no, no!” Nell wagged a finger at him.
“What she said!” Megan added, raising her wineglass. “Give us a real look!”
Steven was surprised by how Megan was acting. She and Nell really had gotten closer, the wall between them gone. Holding his breath, he once again flashed the ladies his manhood. Both girls playfully moaned, looking at him with longing. Nell actually opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue.
“And that’s enough,” Steven covered himself and sat down. “Megan, truth or dare?”
“Truth!” Megan announced.
“Really? After what I just did?” he glared at his girlfriend.
“Just ask, sexy man,” the raven-haired heiress waggled her eyebrows.
“Well, I’m assuming Nell knows you like greasy food after sex,” Steven mused.
“I am well aware of that,” Penelope laughed. “Remember when I told you about the cricket players in London? The ones who invited us in their hot tub and we went in topless?”
“I remember,” Steven nodded.
“Well, I was getting done on the couch when there was a loud knock on the door,” Penelope explained. “Megs runs out of the guy’s bedroom in her underwear to get the takeout she ordered.”
“Megan Bauer!” Steven teased, leaning over to kiss her cheek.
“Just ask me the question,” Megan grumbled, her cheeks pink.
“I was just thinking you must have been a nightmare while pregnant,” Steven mused as Megan glared at him. “How’d you deal with the pregnancy cravings with no one to help?”
“Perks of being a billionaire,” she stuck out her tongue. “And Nell helped some. My father didn’t, but I ordered a lot of takeout.”
“And, yes, she was a nightmare when she didn’t get enough bacon,” Nell laughed. “Good question!”
“Penelope, truth or dare?” Megan took a long sip of her wine.
“Give me a dare!” Nell demanded eagerly.
“Okay, I dare you to give Steven your underwear,” Megan stated primly as she sat back with a self-satisfied smirk.
“Sure,” the tall blonde shrugged, getting to her feet.
Steven and Megan both watched as Nell shamelessly reached up her dress. The old-fashioned dress bunched around her waist as Penelope tugged her underwear down her legs. The boots made removing the light blue panties difficult, but Nell eventually got them off and passed the fabric over to Steven.
“All yours,” Nell winked as she sat down again. “Sorry if they’re wet, but I did just see a nice dick.”
“Thanks, I guess,” Steven placed the wadded up panties beside him.
Penelope drained her glass and turned to Steven while filling it. “Truth or dare?”
“Truth,” he answered.
“Ever think about me when you’re doing the five-knuckle shuffle?” Nell gave him a seductive look over the rim of her wineglass.
Steven immediately turned to Megan. “You know I’d never-”
“I know,” Megan cut him off with a smile. “It’s okay to have fantasies, I won’t get mad.”
“I, um, I might have,” Steven admitted, his face red. “Once or twice.”
“Mm, good,” Nell grinned. “Do you think about doing Megan and me at the same time?”
“You only get one question,” Steven reminded her.
“Ugh, lame,” Penelope grunted before looking at him evilly. “Feel free to jack off into my underwear, pervert.”
“On that note, it’s my turn,” Steven said quickly. “Megan, truth or dare?”
“Coward,” Megan giggled. “But, fine, we’ll move on. Dare.”
“Hm, I don’t know,” he sat back and thought about what to ask.
“Go with anything, the first thing that pops into your head,” Nell advised. “Make her whip out her tits or something.”
“Really?” Megan looked at Nell with an arched eyebrow. “You’ve both seen them before.”
“Been a while for me,” Nell glared at her best friend.
“Poor you?” Megan laughed.
“I know!”
“I have one idea, but it might be inappropriate,” Steven winced.
“Oooh, that sounds perfect!” Nell grinned. “Do it, do it!”
“Okay, I know it’s something Nell wanted, and I know what I saw in Fiji,” he began carefully. “Megan, I dare you to kiss Penelope.”
The two women looked at each other seriously, and Steven was briefly worried he’d gone too far. Megan surprised him by placing her wineglass on the table and shifting toward Nell. Penelope set her own glass down and looked at Megan nervously. Megan reached out and grabbed the back of Nell’s head before leaning forward and planting a kiss on the blonde.
Penelope moaned softly, grabbing Megan’s head and kissing the raven-haired beauty back passionately. Megan growled fiercely, tackling Nell to the floor. Their pirate hats fell off as they pressed their bodies together. Steven gasped audibly when Penelope grabbed a handful of Megan’s butt. Instead of pulling away, Megan ran her hand up Nell’s side before caressing the blonde’s large breast.
“Holy shit,” Nell gasped when Megan broke the kiss and blushed.
“Sorry, I got a bit carried away,” Megan blushed.
“No need to apologize.”
“Anyway,” Megan cleared her throat and sat up, grabbing her pirate hat, “that was Europe Megan.”
“Europe Megan wouldn’t do that,” Nell observed, sitting up.
“Well, she was pissed at you,” Megan blushed. “I kissed a girl and I liked it.”
“I liked it, too,” Penelope smiled softly.
“On that note, I think we should probably call it a night,” Megan sighed.
“O-okay,” Nell looked crestfallen.
“See you in the morning?” Megan whispered.
“Of course,” Nell said, grabbing her underwear. “You need to do a bit more if you wanna keep my undies.”
“I’ll remember that,” Steven laughed.
Heading upstairs, Nell went into the guest bedroom while Megan dragged Steven into the master bedroom. Megan was like a woman possessed as she kissed Steven passionately, dragging him toward the bed, both of them still wearing their pirate hats. Megan dropped to her knees and went right for Steven’s pants.
“You want a blowjob from a sexy pirate queen?” Megan husked as she yanked his pants and boxer briefs to his calves.
“Fuck, yes,” Steven smirked.
Grabbing his hardness, Megan lifted him to her open mouth and clamped her lips down on him. The heiress blew him aggressively, taking him to the back of her throat as she gagged and drooled. Steven’s hands pushed her burgundy coat out of the way so he could squeeze her big boobs. Her hands held his thighs as she bobbed her head rapidly, her lust and passion obvious.
Megan pulled off him with a wet slurping noise. “I need to get fucked. Now.”
“Yes, ma’am,” Steven grinned.
Climbing up on the bed, Megan got on her back and put her ass at the edge. She lifted her bum to help Steven remove her black lace underwear and toss it aside. Putting her boot-clad feet over his shoulders, Steven slid up her skirt and pushed inside with one powerful thrust.
“Oh God, yes!” Megan gasped, her back arching as she tossed her head. “Fuck me!”
“You’re so wet!” Steven groaned as her pussy clamped down on him.
Holding her thighs, Steven started thrusting into Megan as she moaned and panted. Her pirate hat fell off as Steven unbuttoned her shirt and pulled her tits out of her bra. Taking a boob in each hand, he loomed over her, slamming himself into her again and again.
“Keep going, keep going!” Megan gasped, raising her hands above her head. “Oh God, I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum!”
Megan tensed, her fingers clawing at the sheets as she pushed her chest into Steven’s hands. Steven groaned, holding himself balls-deep as he rotated his hips to increase her pleasure. Her right leg was shaking as she came a second time, her pussy muscles rippling around his thickness.
“How was that?” Steven asked as he slow-dicked Megan.
“So fucking good,” Megan moaned loudly. “Oh, I wanna ride you.”
Steven removed his clothes before laying down on the bed. Megan was still mostly-dressed; her boots still on and her tits hanging out of her bra. The heiress straddled Steven, her long braid hanging over one shoulder as she reached between them. Her eyelids fluttered as she lowered her body, taking him deep inside.
“You’re so sexy,” Steven whispered, holding her hips.
“You’re so hard,” Megan panted, resting her hands on his chest.
Grinding herself down on his lap, Megan started bouncing on him, her tits jiggling on her chest. Her fingers clawed at him as she closed her eyes and clenched her jaw. Her movements were quick and graceful as they both started breathing rapidly. Steven’s hands held her hips as she rode him, his face red.
“I’m close,” he warned as Megan gasped.
“Ah! Don’t cum yet! Ah!” she panted. “I’m close, you’re gonna make me cum again!”
“Okay!” Steven groaned, struggling to hold back.
Megan tossed her head back as she cried out breathlessly. “Don’t stop ... don’t stop ... don’t stop...”
Steven reached between her legs and started rubbing her clit. That pushed Megan over the edge. She cried out his name as her pussy convulsed. Bucking his hips, Steven exploded deep into her vaginal cavity. He grimaced as his cock pulsed, one hand on her clit and the other on her breast.
“Yes! Cum in me!” Megan groaned, collapsing onto him.
They removed their clothes and snuggled in bed together while kissing softly. Megan eventually took him in her mouth and sucked him hard again. She got on all fours so he could take her doggystyle, crying out two more orgasms before begging Steven to cum all over her back. Which he happily did.
After a quick shower, Megan put on a pair of panties and a long t-shirt. Steven only slid on boxer briefs before climbing into bed with Megan. She snuggled up against him as he wrapped an arm around her waist. Megan sighed happily as they spooned and Steven kissed the top of her head.
“Hey, Steven?” Megan whispered.
“Yes?”
“You didn’t answer earlier,” she laughed softly. “Did you play with yourself while thinking about me and Nell?”
“Goodnight, Megs.”
“Oh, come on!” Megan whined. “Tell me!”
“Goodnight.”
~Monday November 03, 2025~
“I still can’t believe I did that!” Jane whined, burying her face in her hands as she sat on her therapist’s couch.
“Why do you think you did?” Fenton Ferrari asked from his armchair.
“I don’t know!” Jane sighed loudly. “One minute he was some loser making an inappropriate comment about my chest, next thing I knew I was in bed with him.”
Tears welled up in her eyes and started running down her cheeks. Jane had come to therapy directly from work. She was wearing a black dress that fell to her calves and was decorated with flowers. Reaching out, she grabbed some tissues from the desk and dabbed her eyes.
“If that’s so out of character for you, there must be a reason for the behavior,” Fenton reasoned. He was a slim man in his late-thirties with salt-and-pepper hair.
“I’d been talking with my roommate and sister about Steven,” she mumbled. “I’m still not dealing with that well.”
“We can’t control other people, Jane,” he told her. “You can only control how you react.”
“I know,” Jane nodded. “My roommate was freaking out when I didn’t come home.”
“What did you tell her?”
“The truth,” she answered. “Then I spent the day crying. Oh, and it gets worse. Steven went trick-or-treating with Megan and her son. I saw the picture on social media. They were a happy, little family and I’m all alone.”
Jane took a breath. “I’m constantly thinking about my asshole father and that he’s gone now, but I’m still a mess. I lost the love of my life and I’m miserable. Nothing helps!”
“Jane,” Fenton smacked his lips as he leaned forward. “We’ve talked about these things before. I’m concerned that I haven’t been helping you. Do you want to try something else? A different therapist perhaps?”
“You’re leaving me, too?” Jane’s lower lip quivered.
“No, not at all,” he shook his head. “I just worry that things seem to be getting worse for you. I’m not sure I’m helping.”
“Please don’t leave,” she mumbled sadly.
“Okay,” Fenton nodded slowly. “Do you want to try some meditation?”
“Yes, please.”
Jane emerged from her therapist’s office with her eyes red from crying. It was a Monday evening, but she didn’t want to go home. Instead she took out her phone and ordered a ride to the nearby bar. She figured a drink or two might make her feel better.
Her driver was a guy of average build who was a little over six-feet tall. He had dark hair and brown eyes, and he greeted Jane warmly as she got into the car. The two made small-talk as he drove her to the bar. It was a large establishment with its own parking lot.
“You done working for the night, Chris?” Jane asked as they pulled up.
“I might take a couple more rides before calling it a night,” he answered.
“How about you come in and have a drink with me instead?” Jane offered, not wanting to be alone.
“R-really?” Chris asked, looking back at her.
“Why not?” Jane shrugged.
Chris wasted no time finding a place to park and logging out of the rideshare app. He followed Jane inside and joined her at the bar. Jane ordered a shot of whiskey while Chris requested a beer. He only had a couple of sips before Jane asked the bartender for another shot.
The two talked loudly over the music, flirting slightly. Jane grew more flirty as the night wore on, moving her stool closer to Chris as she laughed and touched his arm. They were eventually holding hands while chatting happily. Jane surprised him by leaning forward and pecking his lips.
“So, Chris,” Jane began cutely, “do you usually end up drinking with the chicks you drive?”
“Definitely not,” he laughed nervously.
“A cute guy like you? I don’t believe it,” she batted her eyelashes and leaned forward to give him a look at her cleavage.
“There is something that happened recently,” Chris cleared his throat, a blush coloring his cheeks.
“Oh? Do tell,” Jane giggled before taking a sip of her wine.
“I shouldn’t,” he protested weakly.
“Come on, you can tell me,” she leaned forward and kissed him again. “It might turn me on to hear something dirty.”
“I took a woman hone and she invited me inside,” Chris explained nervously. “She, um, she liked it rough.”
“Mm, and you gave it to her?” Jane purred. “Dirty boy.”
“Yeah, that was an interesting night,” he laughed lightly.
Jane slid off the stool and offered her hand. “Ready for another interesting night?”
Chris accepted Jane’s hand and let her lead him to the single-person bathroom. They were already kissing as Jane locked the door and pulled him close. Chris ran his hands along her body as Jane shoved her tongue in his mouth, kissing him hotly.
Squatting on the bathroom floor, Jane extracted his cock from his pants as she looked up at him. With her long hair falling down her back, and that cute mole above her lip, Jane opened her mouth and started sucking. He buried two hands in her hair, pushing his length down her throat until she gagged.
After giving him head for a few minutes, Jane pulled off him and stood up. “Bend me over. I want it from behind.”
Facing the sink, Jane bent over and gripped the edges of the porcelain in both hands. Chris got behind her and lifted her dress so he could yank her panties down to her thighs. Slotting his hardness at her opening, his other hand held Jane’s left shoulder as he roughly slammed himself deep into her tunnel.
“Ah, fuck!” Jane bared her teeth and grunted loudly.
“So fucking tight!” Chris hissed, holding her hips tightly.
Chris began a steady thrusting rhythm, his balls slapping her clit as he roughly pounded Jane from behind. He paused while balls-deep to pull her tits out of her dress and grab the swinging mounds of flesh in both hands. Jane could see him in the mirror, lust on his face as he lost himself in the great feelings.
“Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!” Jane panted, scrunching her eyes shut.
“Can I be rough?” he asked, pinching her nipples.
“Y-yes!” she gasped, keeping her eyes closed to imagine she was with Steven. “Do anything you want!”
Lifting his hand, he brought his palm down on Jane’s butt-cheek, making her yelp. He spanked her several more times, each time increasing the strength until her ass was red. Then he grabbed a fistful of brown hair and yanked her head back roughly. Jane’s eyes were still closed, her tits swinging beneath her as she was taken.
Chris himself couldn’t believe how forceful he was being; knowing he never would have acted this way before that slut Camilla.
“You like fucking a guy you just met?” Chris asked, watching her face in the mirror. “You like it from behind?”
“Yes!” Jane gasped. “I’ll fuck anyone! I’ll let them bend me over and do me like a dog! Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!”
“You’re my slut, aren’t you?”
“Oh God, yes!” she cried out, her vaginal muscles rippling. “I’m your nasty slut! Fuck me hard! Fuck me, baby! Fuck me, Ste...”
Jane bit her lower lip to keep from crying out the name of the man she imagined she was having sex with. Instead she pushed her ass back against Chris, taking him as deep as she could. She needed to cum, she needed a moment that wasn’t clouded with sadness. A moment of release.
“Where do you want me to cum?” Chris asked. “Shit, you’re gonna make me cum!”
“Wha-?” Jane asked. No! He couldn’t cum yet!
“Should I cum inside you?” he questioned, yanking her hair back. “Or do you want it on your face?”
“Fuck, just cum in me,” Jane grunted, reaching a hand between her legs to try and get off before he finished.
She was too late. After a few more erratic thrusts, Chris buried himself in Jane and gasped. Throwing his head back, he kept groaning as he released himself inside her. When he was finished cumming, he gripped her butt-cheeks and eased himself out of her wet hole.
“Thanks, babe,” Chris gasped, putting his penis away. “That was great.”
“Right, yeah,” Jane mumbled, the shame filling her as she reached down and pulled up her underwear.
“Need me to take you home?”
“No, thank you,” she said quietly while putting her boobs away. “I, ah, I’ll find my own way home.”
“You sure?” Chris frowned.
“Positive,” Jane held back tears. “You were great, thanks.”
~Thursday November 06, 2025~
Lunch at Sphinx had become more complicated since Noah started dating Hannah. What had once been seven coworkers escaping work for an hour had expanded to nine people squeezed around two tables pushed together. With Leslie working from home, their number had been reduced to eight. However, it was still crowded.
Priya sat with Hannah every day and seemed to eat lunch with the group specifically to glare at Noah. Hannah and Noah had been together longer than anyone had expected, and Priya was not happy about it. Priya was still expecting Noah to break Hannah’s heart.
“Yes, Priya?” Noah finally asked.
Priya calmly took a bite of her salad. “What?”
“You’re looking at me like you wanna fuck me or stab me,” Noah said as Hannah giggled.
“Well, I certainly don’t wanna fuck you,” Priya stated flatly.
“Anyway,” Camilla said, turning toward Sienna. “Spa weekend.”
“Yes,” the redhead smiled, placing her hand on Theo’s arm. “Two nights at a luxury resort.”
“I’m so jealous,” Jane replied. “It’ll be so romantic.”
“Couples massages, dinner, then sexy fun times,” Camilla nodded sagely. “I’m jealous, too.”
“Thanks again, Steven,” Theo coughed nervously.
“You’re welcome,” Steven said. “I hope you two have fun.”
“When are you leaving?” Hannah asked.
“Tomorrow after work,” Sienna answered.
“And you’re coming back Sunday?” Jane questioned.
“Yup,” Theo responded.