Friends Suck
Copyright© 2025 by Naughty Sarah
Chapter 21
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 21 - A happily married young woman who teaches a dance class meets another woman and quickly becomes enraptured with her. They become good friends, and, soon thereafter, lovers. It's a wonderful journey and exploration of sapphic love with plenty of erotic interludes of the heterosexual variety too! Will Sasha and Emma's husband hook up too? Read and find out! :-)
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Consensual Romantic Lesbian BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Workplace Group Sex Anal Sex Masturbation Oral Sex Sex Toys
Glancing at her two lovers, Emma knew he was having the same effect on them. She felt a sudden swelling of pride in and love for her husband. He actually stuck his hands in his pockets and hesitated at the bottom of the stairs, looking down in the kind of unaffected Aw Shucks gesture that was so shocking in such a smart, tough, accomplished man. To Emma, it was a glimpse at the essential Jake, the uncertain little kid who still lived inside the grownup success. The window was closed almost as soon as it opened. He pulled his hands from his pockets and stepped up to the trio.
“Jake, this is Sasha --”
He somberly took her offered hand and shook.
“-- and Cassie.”
“An unexpected pleasure, Cassie. Kon-ban-wa. O-genke desu-ka?”
She smiled and bowed slightly. “Kon-ban-wa. Genke-des.” And then she uttered a quick stream of Japanese.
He answered in kind. Emma stared.
“Your accent is very good,” Cassie said.
“Domo arrigato. You are too kind. Certainly, it’s been too many years and I was not skilled when I practiced it regularly. Thank you.”
For the first time, he took note of Emma’s stare. “What?”
“When did you learn to speak Japanese?”
He shrugged. “About five years before I met you. I was going to Tokyo for a conference and planned to turn it into a vacation.”
“You learned to speak Japanese on a vacation?”
“No, no, no.” He laughed. “I took a couple of Berlitz courses, first. I figured if I was to be a guest in the country, I should learn enough of the language to get by and make friends.”
“And you never told me?”
“You never asked.”
“Oh.” She smiled. It was brittle. “Well, let’s sit down -- “ She gestured toward the sectional. “Jake, maybe we could have a fire tonight?”
“Sure.”
A silence fell over the quartet as the three woman sat, Sasha and Cassie side by side. The logs were always laid in the fireplace and it took Jake only a few minutes to get a respectable flame licking at the seasoned wood. He closed the firescreen, stood on the semicircular rug in front of the hearth and turned to face the women. The two guests looked about with growing nervousness while Jake’s hands twitched as if he were about to say something and then thought better of it.
Emma cleared her throat. It was loud in the silence. “Well, uh, I don’t know, uh --”
“Can I get anyone a drink?” Jake asked. All three looked at him intently. “I mean, you’re our guests and I want to be a good host and ... Well, what the hell am I supposed to say?”
Sasha suddenly burst out laughing. “Oh, something suave and self-assured,” she blurted when she’d calmed a bit. “Like, uh, ‘Anyone wanna fuck?’” She began laughing uncontrollably again.
Cassie was the first to be infected by Sasha’s outburst. At first, she tried to restrain her mirth; then she demurely covered her mouth with her hand as she laughed. In seconds, she was unable to catch her breath. The peals of laughter rang out. Jake blushed at first before he, too, started laughing. Emma was the last one to catch the bug.
Sasha calmed enough to say, “I have a nicely chilled wine in my tote bag.”
“Would you uncork it and get some glasses, honey?” Emma said.
“No problem.” He seemed grateful to have a mission. As soon as he stepped into the kitchen, Emma rose and went around the room, turning out the lights. The only illumination was the light through the kitchen door and the flickering glow of the fire.
Emma leaned over the back of the sectional, between the two women. Her nipples were hardening. Sasha noticed and raised one hand to cup Emma’s breast through her camisole and negligee. Emma’s eyes half-closed and she whispered, “This is going to be harder than I thought.”
“I hope so,” Sasha responded and giggled.
Cassie slipped out of her tweed jacket and leaned over to lightly kiss Sasha’s cheek. “I think what our friend means is that we will have to provide the spark if there is to be a conflagration.”
“Huh?” Emma said.