My friend Doug and I were supposed to shoot some hoops. I was at the gym changing into my shorts when I got his call saying he couldn’t make it. Something had come up. I went on out to the court and practiced my three-pointers for a while. I’m a pretty good outside shot. I hit five in a row and decided not to press my luck. Speaking of luck, Doug would have got murdered at horse if he’d come. I hadn’t even worked up a sweat, so I skipped the shower, didn’t even both to change into street clothes, picked up a nice bottle of wine, and drove over to Amanda’s.

Doug’s car was in the driveway.

I let out an exasperated sigh and let myself in. I didn’t try to be extra quiet but I didn’t make any extra noise, either. There was no sign of them. Then I heard some creaking coming from the ceiling. I crept cautiously up the attic stairs.

With my head barely above the landing, I had a good view of them. Amanda was lying on her back upon a plush velvet pillow, her legs jackknifed over her head and stretched so far beyond that her toes practically touched the floor. Doug was kneeling at her bottom. Both of them were naked except for Amanda’s partially rolled down panties. With one hand Amanda was pressing the length of Doug’s erect cock against the furrow of her vulva. Essentially she was using Doug’s cock to masturbate both of them at once. She manipulated Doug’s cock so that the sensitive fold at the underside of his penis rubbed her erect clit. I could tell they were both very excited, both near orgasm. I thought Amanda might press Doug’s cock into her cunt, but she didn’t. “Oh, Mat!” she exclaimed, and her body jerked in orgasm. At almost the same instant Doug ejaculated. Ribbons of cum sailed out and splattered over Amanda.

Quietly I made my way back down the stairs. I wondered how Doug felt about Amanda calling out my name as she climaxed. I wondered how many splinters he had in his knees from the rough attic floor. I opened the wine and poured myself a glass while I waited for them to come down.

The bottle was just about finished when they came down. Not only had I time to polish off the wine, I’d hidden Doug’s clothing, everything but one sock.

“How’s it going, guys?” I said, lifting the empty bottle.

“Good,” Amanda said. “How’s it going for you?”

Sheepishly Doug was looking for his clothing. “You didn’t see...?” he started to say.

“Yes, I did,” I answered, cutting him off. “So something came up, did it?”

He glanced at Amanda.

“Yes, it did,” she answered for him. “It came up very nicely.”

“Good to hear,” I said.

“C’mon, man,” Doug said, looking dubiously at the lone sock. “Where’d you put my clothes?”

“Couldn’t you just wear that home? I’m sure you’d fit.”

Doug was not amused.

“I’m going to give him some of your stuff,” Amanda said.

“Makes sense,” I said.

“You’re not mad at me, are you?” Amanda asked after Doug left.

“For giving away my clothing?” I said.

“Besides, I knew you were there,” Amanda said. “You could have stopped us. Anyway he didn’t actually fuck me. He just came on my tummy, and then we fell asleep.”

“If you say so,” I said.

“I do,” she said. “Now come with me. I have to go back upstairs.”

“How come?” I asked as we climbed the attic stairway.

“I forgot the cushion,” she said. “Also I really really really need to be fucked.”

It’s impossible to stay mad at Amanda.