Strange Bonds
Copyright© 2026 by Bad Decisions Kat
Chapter 14: Dan’s Friend
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 14: Dan’s Friend - Mia has a good thing going: a no-strings arrangement with her ex Dan, a close friendship with Lin, and a sex life that doesn't require promises. But when Dan and Lin grow closer, jealousy isn't what she expected, and neither is her attraction to her best friend. Then she meets Leah, confident, perceptive, and impossible to read. Caught between the people she loves and possibilities she's only beginning to discover, Mia has to ask: what does she actually want?
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Consensual Romantic Lesbian BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Exhibitionism Masturbation Oral Sex Slow Illustrated AI Generated
I woke up to the soft electronic chirp of somebody moving through menus.
I dragged myself out of bed, found yesterday’s shorts and T-shirt on the floor and went looking for coffee.
Lin was sitting cross-legged on the rug in front of the television with a remote in one hand and her mug balanced between her knees. The screen was filled with text boxes, on a pink background.
“What are you doing?”
“Looking.”
“For anything in particular?”
I stepped over a cable running toward a black box beneath the television and headed into the kitchen.
“Dan let me borrow it, it’s a karaoke machine,” Lin said. “He got it from work.”
I looked back at her.
“You like karaoke?”
She shrugged and clicked into another list.
“I used to.”
Learn new stuff every day apparently.
I poured myself coffee from the pot and carried it back into the living room. Two wireless microphones sat on the table beside the remote.
“So Dan coming over to sing with you later?”
“No, he is away for his work thing, three days, remember?”
“Oh right, that was today?”
“Yup, you and me sister, three days, no Dan, do you think we will survive?”
She backed out of another menu and into a new one.
I smiled and took a drink.
“I am sure we will find something to do.”
I turned and looked at my laptop, “Right. I need to log in before work notices.”
Lin kept scrolling.
“What are you doing today?”
“Dunno.”
“That sounds productive.”
“I’ll think of something.”
She said it without concern, still moving through the song list.
I watched her for another moment, then went to work.
Around noon, I gave up pretending coffee counted as food and made myself a bagel.
Lin had moved from the floor to the couch, but the karaoke machine was still glowing quietly beneath the television. I sat at the kitchen table with cream cheese on one thumb and my laptop open beside me when the apartment group chat lit up.
Apartment 38B Group Text
Dan:
This thing is so fucking boring.
Dan:
Fiscal plans for the next eight quarters.
Dan:
We have now discussed projected staffing needs for a year that does not exist yet.
You:
Thoughts and prayers.
Dan:
Lunch is tiny sandwiches and sparkling water.
Lin:
Stay strong.
Dan:
Found a new work friend though, so not everything is horrible.
I took another bite of bagel.
You:
Does he have a smoker and strong opinions about power tools?
The typing bubble appeared.
Dan:
Nah. Don’t think she’s into that.
I stopped chewing.
Lin:
Remember, Dan. Don’t shit where you eat.
Dan:
Naa, I am a perfect gentleman.
Lin:
That sentence has never prevented an HR meeting.
There was something slightly too quick about her answer. Not angry. Just alert.
I did not see the problem.
You:
Oh Dan, you are none of those things
Who is she?
Dan:
Oh, gotta go. Chat to you guys later.
I was now slightly interested.
Dan was social. He had friends. But he rarely talked about anyone from work.
Had Dan found himself a little side piece? Were Lin and I somehow not enough for him? Or had we driven up his appetite, and now he was out gathering a harem?
Nah.
Our situation was more of a happy accident he had been smart enough not to question.
I waved the thought away and glanced over at Lin.
“You up for pizza tonight? I can order when I’m done working.”
She gave me a thumbs-up without looking away from the screen.
I shrugged and went back to work.
Before I finished work, I ordered our standard pizza: half Hawaiian, half pepperoni.
I shut down the computer and headed into the living room. Lin had made a small shopping trip while I was working and returned with wine and chips.
The evening had a comfortable start to it.
I put on some trash TV, poured myself a glass of wine and took a sip.
It tasted like cheap wine and hurt slightly on the way down.
I raised the glass toward Lin.
“Excellent choice.”
She looked over and smiled.
“We’re poor-adjacent, Mia. If it gets us buzzed, it’s doing what it’s supposed to do.”
I nodded at the wisdom of this.
My phone lit up on the table.
Dan again.
Apartment 38B
Dan:
Her name is Leah Tacanashi. She’s new at the company. Social media and community stuff, I think.
Lin:
Sure it’s not Takahashi? Is she Japanese?
Dan:
Yeah, that might be how you spell it. She was born and raised in London, I think her parents might be Japanese? She certainly sounds English.
You:
Is she hot, Dan?
Lin turned to me from the couch with an Are you thirteen? expression.
I smiled at her.
“It’s important information. If she’s an uggo, we have nothing to fear.”
Dan:
She is no uggo, if that’s what you’re asking.
My eyes went straight to Lin.
I gave her the most obnoxious smug grin I could manage.
You:
Do you have pix? I am very interested.
Dan:
We’re heading to the social area. They have a bar there. I’ll see if I can get some for you later.
You:
Do it, and I’ll make sure it’s worth your while. 🍑
Dan:
Oh. Well, I gotta do it now then.
Lin eyed me.
“Stop encouraging him. Things are already complicated.”
The doorbell rang. Pizza had arrived.
We put on reruns of some early-2000s sitcom, stuffed our faces and drank our fill.
After eating, Lin turned the karaoke machine on again and opened a playlist she seemed to have made.
“I worked on setting this up all morning.”
I looked through the list. A few big hitters, plus songs I knew mostly through cultural osmosis.
I was drunk enough by then to be willing to sing with my roommate.
I grabbed a microphone and picked a song I thought I knew the lyrics to.
I did not.
I stumbled through half the verses and discovered that rhythm was apparently another skill I had failed to develop. This was not my specialty.
Still, I came out the other side with a score of sixty-five percent.
I was slightly impressed with myself.
Could have been much worse.
Lin clapped and made a big show of praising the effort. Clearly, this was something she actually enjoyed. I was not especially comfortable singing, but I liked that I could do something with her that made her happy.
Lin went next and chose a country song I had maybe heard once or twice.
She finished with eighty-nine percent.
Apparently, she had heard it more than me.
Our phones lit up with a new message.
Apartment 38B
Dan:
Here you go.
Dan sent an image.
The photo showed Dan and a woman taking a selfie in a dark bar-like room.
She looked somewhere in her early twenties. Long dark hair, round glasses, a focused face and only a little makeup. She wore several bracelets on one wrist and a dark top with some kind of bright graphic across the front. She had a genuine smile, and both of them were holding bottles of something alcoholic.
I studied the picture, then caught Lin’s eye and said,
“She looks dangerous.”
You:
Nice work, Dan. She looks nice.
Lin:
Yes, Dan. Be careful. You don’t want to get exploited.
Dan:
Don’t worry. I can take care of myself.
I put down my phone and looked back at the playlist.
I found another song and started it.
When it ended, I had managed seventy percent and felt absurdly proud of myself.
I picked up my phone and found several new messages waiting.
Dan:
So ... about that reward?
Lin:
Hush. She’s concentrating.
Dan:
Oh? On what?
Lin sent an image.
Lin:
We’re doing karaoke.
Dan:
Nice. So the machine works?
Dan:
It has all the songs?
Lin:
Yeah, it’s actually really impressive.
Lin:
It can strip the lead vocals out of almost anything without removing the backing singers.
Lin:
It understands which parts belong to the main singer instead of just cutting out everything in the middle.
Dan:
Impressive, I was not so sure it would handle that when they first pitched it.
You:
What reward are you talking about?
Dan:
🍑
You:
You horny for me, Dan? One day away and you’re already lusting after me?
Dan:
You know me too well, Mia.
I lifted my T-shirt, squeezed my left boob and tried to take a picture with my other hand.
Lin sighed at me and shook her head.
“Let me help.”
She took my phone, flipped the camera around and pointed it at me.
“Be sexy.”
I put one finger in my mouth and tried to give her sexy eyes.
“Perfect.”
Click.
She handed the phone back.
I looked a bit silly. I was not exactly a professional at sending risqué pictures, but for my first nude photo to Dan, it would do.
I attached it to the chat and sent it.
You sent an image.
Dan:
👀
Dan:
Lin helped?
Lin:
Anything for my girl.
You:
Very helpful. Couldn’t have done it without her.
Dan:
Wasn’t a pic of your 🍑 though.
You:
Dan! I am a decent woman. I don’t go sending pictures of my ass to just anyone.
You:
You’re going to have to work harder for that.
Dan:
Sure thing, ma’am.
You:
How are things going with your new friend, Dan? Is she digging up all your secrets?
Dan:
She’s asking me a lot of questions.
You:
Ask her about her bracelets. Girls usually wear that kind of thing for sentimental reasons. They love talking about it.
Lin kept scrolling through the songs until she suddenly stopped.
“Oh, yeah,” she said. “This will be good.”
I saw the name Elle King before the song started.
Lin grabbed the microphone, turned her back to the television and met my eye.
“If you don’t like filthy songs, please leave the room.”
I gave her a puzzled look.
Then she started singing.
Her voice dropped deeper. Slower. Almost sensual.
“All the ladies pop your pussies like this.”
She thrust her hips forward with the rhythm, one hand reaching into the air like she had an audience larger than me and our half-eaten pizza.
What in god’s name is this?
“My neck, my back, lick my pussy and my crack.”
Okay.
I had done filthy things with Lin. I had watched her do filthier things. But this was a woman who barely swore and said crud when she dropped something.
How the fuck did she know these lyrics by heart?
“A good girl like me likes to moan and cream.”
Where was my phone?
I needed to record this for posterity.
More importantly, evidence.
By the time I got the camera running, Lin had one hand gripping her breast through her dress.
“Lick it now, lick it good, suck this pussy just like you should.”
She was not nervously following lyrics from a screen.
This was a performance. For me?
She moved with the rhythm, hit every line and knew exactly where each gesture belongs.
“So do it, do it, do it, do it now.”
She rolled her hips toward the camera.
“Lick my pussy and my crack.”
The song ended.
Lin looked at me and smiled.
“What in the holy hells, Lin?”
“What?”
“You said you knew the song. You know that song better than I know ‘Happy Birthday.’”
“Yeah,” she smiled. “It’s one of my favourites.”
“So singing smut is a secret hobby nobody thought to mention to me?”
Lin gave me a superior little look.
“It isn’t smut, Mia. It’s modern feminism. Sexual imagery is no longer a field owned entirely by the patriarchy.”
“‘Keep it up until I shake and cum, make sure I keep busting nuts’ is feminist literature now?”
“Could be. It’s been a while since you read anything about modern feminism.”
“Oh, I have to send this to Dan. He’ll never believe me.”
I started fumbling with my phone.
“Sure, whatever.” Lin handed me the microphone and headed toward the kitchen. “I aced it. There’s no shame in documenting greatness.”
I glanced at the TV, and indeed, she had 100% that song.
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