I woke up at the sound of the front door closing.
Looked at my watch.
A few minutes past six.
Hellishly early.
Sunlight crept in under the bedroom door. Enough to see the room. Leah facedown, snoring softly as she always did. Dan back on his side of the bed, covers barely over one leg. Fully erect, thick and dark, pointing at his navel like it had somewhere important to be.
A thought hit me.
I wonder what Rina tastes like.
I sat up slowly.
Well, there was one way to find out.
I stood up and walked quietly over to Dan’s side of the bed. Careful. Leah didn’t even twitch as I got down on my knees.
His cock was right there. Thick. Veiny.
I leaned down and licked him.
Salt and sleep and whatever was left of Rina on him.
Dan made a low noise in his throat but didn’t open his eyes.
I took the head into my mouth and sucked slow. Just the tip at first. Tongue working under the ridge while my hand wrapped around the base and stroked.
His hips shifted. A hand came up and landed on the back of my head. Not pushing. Just resting there like it belonged.
I took more of him. Let him fill my mouth. Saliva already running down the shaft and over my fingers.
He was still half-asleep. Breathing deeper. Cock twitching against my tongue every time I hollowed my cheeks.
I heard him let out a shallow breath.
I went back down. Deeper this time. Let him hit the back of my throat and held it until my eyes watered. I pulled back, then took the head into my mouth again while stroking him, preparing for another deep dive.
Leah snored on, face smashed into the pillow. Completely gone.
I focused on the head. Tight little circles with my tongue. Hand twisting on the downstroke. I could feel him getting closer, the way his thighs tensed, the way his fingers tightened in my hair.
“Fuck,” he muttered under his breath.
I didn’t answer. Just sucked harder. Faster. The wet sounds were quiet but filthy in the still room.
His hips jerked once. Then again.
I swallowed him whole, took him as far as I could. Took every pulse as he came. Thick and hot down my throat.
Kept sucking through it until he twitched and made that soft, overstimulated noise.
Only then did I pull off.
Wiped my mouth with the back of my hand. Looked up at him.
Dan was staring at me, eyes half-lidded, chest rising and falling.
I licked the last of him off my lip and whispered, “I know what you did with Rina. Good boy.”
He smiled at me.
Leah just kept snoring.
I got up and walked out to take a shower and get breakfast started.
Before breakfast, I had a peek into Leah’s office. I was wondering what other options I had for today. I was not going back as C. Viper, that was for sure. Maybe Leah had something simple I could pull off. A hat, maybe, or something minimalistic that would convey the idea without too much work.
And then I saw the Cammy costume.
It was meant for Lin, but the wig was much lighter, and not having pants would help a lot with the heat issue. So would not having a jacket. There were even nylon stockings with the markings for her legs already on them, so makeup would be easy.
I looked at it again.
Yes. I was going as Cammy today.
This was gonna be great.
I made breakfast for the group, some eggs and bagels. Very weekend-themed, even though it was Friday. Dan and Leah had both taken the day off work, so it was weekend-lite.
They both came out of the bedroom around 7:30. I poured them each some coffee and asked if they’d slept well.
Leah yawned. “Like a stone.”
Dan laughed. “Yeah. Good night.”
I blurted out, “Dan slept with Rina last night!”
Leah laughed into her coffee. “Did you now? At least she got some stress relief. Poor girl hasn’t been laid in ages. You took proper care of her, Dan?”
“Sure. She came twice. I called her my little princess and everything afterward, just like you said.”
“Good. I hate seeing her so antsy.”
I looked between them.
“Wait. Just like you said?”
Leah smiled at me. “Rina’s been complaining about dates since spring. She’s been on three, and every one of them turned out to be some guy with a height fetish. She’s been bitching and moaning in our chats about how she was going to find a good lay in New York, and when I saw her targeting Dan, I just couldn’t let her fail.”
She took another drink of coffee.
“I explained the situation to her, then told Dan she might still be interested if he made the first move. Rina really likes it when the guy takes the initiative. Makes her feel safe and secure.”
“Could have told me?”
“I knew you’d be fine with Dan sleeping with a friend. You tried to get him to make a move on me, remember?”
“Still could have told me.”
“Did you feel jealous when you saw them?”
“No. I was just happy Rina was having fun.”
Leah smiled. “See? I knew you’d grown.”
“Is it gonna happen again? Rina gonna have Dan for the weekend?”
“If Dan is up for it.”
Dan nodded. “Sure, I can do that.”
“But don’t go peeking again, Mia. I don’t want to hear about my girlfriend being a Peeping Tom.”
“I had to go to the toilet! I can’t help it if people are fucking in my path.”
“Then pee before bed. I’m sure Rina is the type of lady who likes her sex to be private.”
Dan then blurted out, “Mia went down on me when she got up, to see what Rina tasted like.”
I looked at Dan. “No need to say that.”
Leah thought about it for a second. “I guess that’s fair. She knows our setup. She might not want to get involved with us, but if she sleeps with Dan, there’s going to be some crossover.”
She pointed at me. “I would avoid mentioning that part to her, though. No good way to start that conversation without sounding like a stalker.”
I took a bite of my bagel and changed the subject.
“I’m gonna wear Lin’s Cammy outfit today, by the way.”
Leah gave me a concerned look. “That costume is about an inch and a bit too short for you. It’ll be very tight. Also, it’s much more revealing than Viper. You sure about this?”
“Very. Gave it a lot of thought.”
“Okay. Let me do some tweaks when you put it on. Will that work?”
“Of course.”
Once I was in the outfit, I realized Leah had not been exaggerating. Around the neck and shoulders it was just snug, but around my crotch and butt, it was tight. At this point I was too far in to back out of my costume choice.
I also hadn’t given much thought to the fact that Cammy apparently didn’t believe in underwear, and the costume had been designed accordingly.
Leah put some tape over my nipples to keep them from showing through the fabric.
“I don’t have blue contacts for you. Lin already has blue eyes, so it worked for her. You’ll have to live with green and hope no one notices.”
As she helped me with the gloves, she showed me a small pocket hidden inside one of them.
“I built some storage into these. Keys and small stuff in this one, and the other has room for your phone. Means you don’t need a bag.”
“Very handy.”
Walking around as Cammy was much easier than Viper, for sure. The shoes were comfortable, for one, and the leotard gave my legs a lot more freedom.
My ass was very much on display, but it was not a bad-looking ass, so I had no issue showing it off. My camel toe, however, was another problem. Every time I sat down, the leotard rode up, and getting it unstuck was not an easy move to pull off without looking like I was grabbing my crotch. My best option was to keep my legs together if I couldn’t get it sorted before someone wanted a picture.
My phone buzzed with another Instagram notification. It was Marcus. He had followed me back. The first follower I did not dread meeting again.
This was followed by a message from him.
AfterFlash: Hey Viper, you coming to Cosplay Central today? Would love to get you in some group shots with the other Street Fighter people here.
Me: Sorry, not wearing the Viper outfit today.
AfterFlash: Oh no. A huge loss for the community. Gone too soon.
Me: I am, however, wearing this:
You sent a picture
AfterFlash: Holy shit! You have a perfect Cammy costume as well!? Are you sure you’re not a professional? You gotta come down to Cosplay Central. You look perfect.
Me: I’ll see what I can do.
Leah stepped out of the workshop, once more in her Chun-Li outfit, walking over to Dan, making sure his wig was on correctly.
“What’s the plan for today?”
“Same plan we have for every day. Find cool stuff, do fun stuff.”
“Marcus invited me down to Cosplay Central. Apparently there are a bunch of Street Fighter people doing group photos.”
“Sounds like both fun and cool.”
“So that’s approved?”
“Mia, you don’t need my approval for this. Do you want to do it?”
“Yeah, I kinda do.”
“Then you absolutely should.”
Dan’s phone made a sound. “Rina says she has lunch from eleven-thirty to twelve-thirty and asks if I want to hang.”
Leah swore under her breath.
“Mia, can you join them? I don’t want Rina getting the wrong idea about Dan.”
“What wrong idea?”
“That this is going anywhere. She’s been looking for a boyfriend for months, I give her one good night with Dan, and now she’s asking him to lunch.”
She thought for a second.
“Maybe tell her about this morning. That should make the situation sufficiently weird.”
“I’ll save that conversation for when she proposes. But I can join them for lunch.”
When we arrived at the convention center, it looked even more packed than yesterday.
“And the worst day is tomorrow?”
“Every year, Saturday is the worst,” Leah explained.
“Come with me. I found something yesterday I want to show you. Or Dan specifically, but I think you’ll enjoy watching him freak out.”
“Some new audio device from Japan?”
“Oh, much better than that.”
The crowd was much harder to get past today, but I was much more comfortable in my Cammy outfit, so it worked out to about the same level of stress.
We got stopped a lot more as a crew, anyone dressed slightly as a Street Fighter character asked for a photo, and there were a lot of them.
After about fifteen minutes of traversal and fifteen-ish photo stops, we arrived at what Leah wanted to show Dan.
Dan’s eyes went wide.
“Oh my God.”
He fell to his knees.
In front of him was a gigantic screen showing three cartoon men in black suits striking poses while some poor bastard hammered away at a dance pad beneath it.
I looked at Leah.
“What is this?”
She was grinning.
Dan answered from the floor.
“Elite Beat Agents.”
“Okay?”
He turned to me like I had just admitted I didn’t know what music was.
“Someone made Elite Beat Agents into a fucking arcade game.”
“Is that important?”
Dan slowly got back to his feet.
“Mia. I wore out a Nintendo DS playing this game.”
Leah corrected him. “You broke the touchscreen.”
“Because I played it correctly.”
Dan got in line to play, more eager than I had ever seen him about anything.
Twenty minutes later, he was screaming at a cartoon secret agent.
Leah leaned towards me.
“Worth the walk?”
“Yeah. This was better than audio equipment.”
After Dan was done playing, he bought a bag full of merch, including some DS emulator thing that was apparently the real engine behind the booth. He also got an Elite Beat Agents cap, which Leah immediately ruled out while he was still in the Ken costume.
I looked at the time. It was almost eleven, and the Konami booth was way over on the other side of the convention center. We should probably start the trek.
“Let’s pick up some food on the way and beat the lunch crowd. I bet Rina wants to use the Creator Lounge again.”
I gave Leah a quick goodbye kiss, told her we would meet up later, and headed off with Dan.
We got stopped a lot less with only the two of us, but we still had around eight photo stops while we made our way over to Rina.
I got her another burrito from the same stand as yesterday, but switched to beef instead of the chicken I had last time. Dan got the chicken, but I did not tell him he had chosen the inferior product.
We reached the Konami booth just as Rina was stepping away. Red was already taking her place, adjusting the white mask while one of the handlers explained something to her.
Rina spotted Dan first and smiled, then saw me beside him.
“Oh. Hi Mia.”
“You don’t sound happy to see me.”
“No! I just wasn’t expecting you.”
I held up the bag.
“I brought you lunch.”
Her expression immediately changed.
“You brought me food?”
“Beef burrito. Same place as yesterday.”
She took the bag from me and peeked inside.
“You are absolutely welcome to lunch.”
“Thought so.”
Rina looked at Dan. “Creator Lounge?”
“Lead the way.”
We settled into some seats in a quiet corner and started to eat.
After a minute or so, I spoke up.
“Can I ask you something about Dan?”
Rina looked between us. “Oh God. Leah sent you to make sure I’m not planning our wedding, didn’t she?”
“Something like that.”
Rina laughed. “Tell her to relax.” She looked at Dan. “You are not what I’m looking for. This is fun. You’re handsome. You know what you’re doing, and apparently Leah gave you good instructions.”
Dan shrugged. “She was very detailed on the dos and don’ts.”
“Sounds like her.”
She took another bite of her burrito and looked back at me.
“I’m treating this as a getaway. Three days where I get to pretend I have a boyfriend. Someone who isn’t with me because I’m a giant. Someone who doesn’t want me to sit on his face, but wants to kiss my neck and call me cute.”
She shrugged.
“It’s pretend. A little boyfriend fantasy for the weekend. Just some relief from my current dating experience.”
There was something else I knew I had to say, even if I really didn’t want to.
“Also, sorry about last night. I really did need to pee. I wasn’t trying to spy on you.”
“Mia, you’re fine.”
“I stood there for a bit.”
“I noticed.”
“Sorry.”
Rina laughed. “You’re my friend. If watching is your thing, I’m not going to judge you. Just don’t film me.”
I thought about it for a bit, but Rina did not look away.
“Watching isn’t my thing.”
Rina raised an eyebrow.
I thought about that.
“I don’t think.”
“Well, if it draws your interest again, my rules are: don’t try to join, don’t record anything, and don’t interrupt. Masturbate if you want, but try not to make yourself part of the scene. I’m there to be intimate with a pretend boyfriend. I don’t need to see you rub one out.”
I was somewhat shocked by what I had just been told.
I hadn’t known I was into voyeurism.
I wasn’t entirely sure I was.
But now that Rina had told me I was allowed to watch, I was thinking about watching considerably more than I had before.
A silence fell over the table as I pondered this, until Rina spoke.
“Oh, I accepted Leah’s agency proposal, by the way. She invited me, well, us I guess, to COTE tonight. It’s a Korean steakhouse, which should be good.”
“So you and Leah are gonna be working together?”
Rina bobbed her head from side to side. “Kinda. She’ll handle the organization of my work, send me the time and location, tell me what I need to dress as. It’s not like she’ll travel with me or anything.”
“Don’t think she’ll be too demanding?”
Rina laughed at me. “Leah will demand that I work the gigs I take and that I’m professional when I’m there. Those are things I already demand of myself. If Leah can get me upgraded to business class and put me in a private hotel room, it’s already worth the fifteen percent I’ll be paying her. If she can bring me two more jobs a year, I’m already making more money than before.”
“And you think she can get the additional work?”
“That was part of her pitch. Let’s see what she can bring.”
I realized Keiko might actually be the big driver behind all this. The contracts Keiko had been doing were prompted by what Leah did. Well, what we did. Maybe that had sparked Leah to start this whole project.
I wondered if Leah had bitten off more than she could chew.
My phone buzzed.
AfterFlash: You close? Big shoot in 30 min?
Me: I’ll be right down.
I slipped my phone back into the hidden compartment in my glove.
“Okay, sorry to leave you like this, but gotta go. Places to be.”
Rina looked at me as I shuffled out of my seat. “Where you heading?”
“Cosplay Central.”
“Showing off your Cammy?”
She nodded towards my crotch.
“Shit… sorry.” I hurriedly fixed the wardrobe malfunction.
Rina smiled. “Remember, Mia. Some people like a costume, but a lot of people will like that you’re in the costume. Don’t confuse the two.”
I looked at her and narrowed my eyes. “Sure thing, Yoda. Meet up at Mega Spider-Man when we head home?”
“Sure. See you there at six.”
Making my way to Cosplay Central was fairly easy. There were signs everywhere, and the density of costumes increased noticeably as I got closer.
I spotted the six-foot-seven Marcus easily, a head above almost everyone else, and made my way over to him.
Marcus spotted me and threw both arms into the air.
“Viper!”
He stopped himself.
“No. Cammy! Holy shit, you actually came.”
“I said I would.”
“You said you’d see what you could do. That’s convention language for probably never seeing someone again.”
Marcus showed me around the Street Fighter groups. I met several other Cammys, with costumes ranging from almost as good as mine to considerably less impressive. A few people asked about my gloves, and whenever I explained that a friend had made them, Marcus would jump in.
“Vesper Velvet made those.”
That always got approving nods from the more professional-looking people. Apparently Leah’s name carried some weight around here.
I joined in several group shoots. Some with all the Cammys, some one-on-one fighting poses, and a lot of group pictures with fans. Everyone seemed to have something nice to say about the costume.
We gathered up for one big shot with all the Street Fighter cosplayers. Marcus was going to stand in the back doing a muscle flex when he looked over at me.
“Want to sit on my shoulder?”
“Your shoulder?”
“Yeah. You’re about the right size. Sit on my right shoulder, cross your legs, look sternly at the camera. It’ll look great.”
I looked up at him.
That was a long way up.
“Sure.”
“Okay, I’m gonna grab your hips and lift you up. Grab my neck or arm if you need to steady yourself. Hair’s fake, so don’t use that. It’ll come right off. Cool?”
I gave him a thumbs-up. “Cool.”
He lifted me with ease. It felt like a more powerful version of Rina yoinking me up from the couch without any effort. He handled me like I was a doll. Once I was seated and adjusting myself, he kept his arms around my lower legs until I was stable.
“You stable?” he asked.
“I think so?”
He released my legs and struck a muscle pose while still keeping me balanced on his shoulder. I gave the camera my best grim-but-determined look as every other cosplayer settled into some kind of pose.
The photographer pointed out a few people and asked them to move a little left or right while everyone else held position. Thirty seconds later, he declared it perfect, and everyone relaxed.
“You want help getting down?”
I looked at the floor. It felt very far away.
“Please?”
He grabbed my hip and let me slide down his body. I felt the muscles under his costume as I went, and I expected he felt plenty of me as well.
Once my feet hit the ground, he leaned down and spoke quietly enough that nobody else could hear.
“Your leotard shifted. You’re showing a little.”
I looked down. The leotard had slipped to one side.
“Fuuuck.”
I hurriedly pulled it back into place.
“Don’t worry about it. Happens to the best of us. Some of us even try to make it happen for a little more exposure.”
“Oh, you’ve had your dick slip out while in costume?”
“I’ve had some unexpected ball exposure.”
I laughed, trying to imagine this huge guy desperately hiding his balls from a bunch of fans.
I looked at the time and realized I had completely lost track of it. Then I spotted Rina’s head above the crowd, scanning for me.
I pulled my phone out of my glove and saw several missed calls and messages.
“Shit… I gotta go.”
“You coming back tomorrow?”
“I’ll try.”
Marcus grinned. “I’ll take those odds.”
I raced over to Rina and saw Leah and Dan close by.
“Sorry, sorry. I lost track of time. Did I fuck us over for dinner? I really didn’t mean to.”
Leah took me by the shoulder.
“Are you okay? We couldn’t reach you. We thought you’d gotten into trouble or had an accident.”
I laughed. “No, I was just having so much fun I lost track of time. I put my phone on silent so it wouldn’t interrupt the photos. I was just distracted, nothing else.”
Leah nodded. “Good. We’re still fine for dinner if we leave now.”
The place was Korean barbecue crossed with a very expensive steakhouse. There was a grill built into the middle of the table, and while the staff were perfectly willing to cook everything for us, Leah and Rina immediately took over like they had been handed laboratory equipment.
Rina ordered the Butcher’s Feast, then added more meat because apparently the word feast had failed to set expectations correctly.
Different cuts kept arriving in stages, along with bowls of sauces, vegetables and side dishes. Leah handled the thinner pieces, Rina claimed responsibility for anything that looked expensive, and Dan and I were apparently there to eat whatever survived their quality control.
About halfway through dinner, Leah showed me her phone.
“Look who made the front page of Kotaku.”
On her screen, I was sitting on Marcus’s shoulder, staring at the camera like whoever was looking at me had personally offended me.
“Holy shit!”
“Yeah. Too bad they credited me as being you.”
“Huh?”
“In the credits it says, ‘Cammy: @VesperVelvet.’ I found it because people keep tagging me in it on Instagram.”
Leah sent the article to all of us.
Rina started laughing. “It’s weird how these comments are both incredibly defensive of you and highly racist at the same time.”
She read one out loud.
“‘VV is a hot Japanese chick, not some 7/10 white girl.’”
I looked at Leah.
“Congratulations on being hot.”
She replied with a smile, “Commiserations on being a seven.”
I recognized the avatar in one of the comments.
“That isn’t Velvet. Velvet MADE the fucking costume.”
“Okay, some people clearly know what is going on. I talked to her today. Told her you made the costume.”
“I should probably contact Evan and have this corrected.”
“Who is Evan?” I asked.
“The journalist who posted this. He runs these every year. I don’t know him personally, but I have his contact info. You want the credit redirected to your Instagram, Mia?”
“Wait, if you fix it, are people gonna start following me?”
“Probably.”
“I have three pictures on there and one is a sandwich.”
“Then perhaps now is a good time to improve your social media presence.”
“Absolutely not. I’ve seen the comments on yours. I don’t need that type of toxicity in my life.”
Leah smiled at this. “Okay, fine. I’ll have him correct it to ‘Costume: @VesperVelvet, Cammy cosplayer: uncredited.’ That cool?”
I nodded at that. I did not need more stalkers on my Instagram.
As I thought this, Instagram sent me a notification. It was Marcus.
AfterFlash: You’re on the Kotaku front page! (LINK)
Me: Velvet already showed me.
AfterFlash: Saw they credited you as Velvet. I didn’t talk to them about the photo. Want me to reach out?
Me: Velvet is already on it, don’t worry.
AfterFlash: A very organized lady. You still planning to come tomorrow?
Me: Unless something happens, I’ll be there.
AfterFlash: Very cool. See you there.
Dinner went on for another hour or so before we decided to head home. Back at the apartment, Dan, Leah and I had some drinks while Rina stuck to water. She was the one who had work tomorrow, and Saturday was always the worst.
She and Dan ended up cuddling on the couch, while Leah and I became the audience as Dan did an excellent boyfriend cosplay for Rina.
I understood what Rina had meant now. This wasn’t foreplay. Well, it probably was eventually, but that wasn’t the point. She wanted to feel like someone’s girlfriend, not someone’s fetish.
Leah yawned and announced that she was heading to bed. I joined her in the bathroom to brush my teeth. After Leah finished, she started flossing and said,
“Remember, no peeking tonight.”
“She said I could!” I said through a mouthful of toothpaste foam.
“She did?”
I spat out the foam and rinsed my mouth. “Yeah. She has a bunch of rules around it, but she said if I wanted to watch, I could.”
“Hmm. Maybe Rina’s sexual tastes are a bit more complex than I initially envisioned. Okay, but at least pretend to go to bed. Wait a bit before you sneak out and watch.”
“Sure. I’m not some perv who’s gonna sit there with popcorn waiting for them to perform.”
“You are a perv, for sure. But you’re my perv, so try to keep it in your pants until it’s time, at least.”
I walked to the bedroom with Leah and looked over at Dan and Rina. Rina gave me a short smile, before kissing Dan.
I undressed and went to bed with Leah. She cuddled up behind me, big spoon style.
I waited until Leah had fallen asleep. She is a master at this, so I don’t know if it took five minutes or ten, but definitely not much more.
I could see they had turned the lights off in the living room. I snuck out of bed and opened the bedroom door softly.
Rina was on her knees, still in her dress, giving Dan a blowjob, bobbing her head slowly. She seemed focused on getting him hard and slippery, not making him come.
I left the door ajar and moved slowly over to the kitchen island in a darker part of the apartment. The barstools gave me a clear view of the couch.
I sat.
Didn’t make a sound.
Rina’s dress was hiked up around her hips. No underwear, ass out, one hand between her legs.
Dan’s hand was in her hair. Not pulling. Just resting there like she was something delicate.
“That’s it, baby,” he said, voice low. “Just like that. Get me nice and ready for you.”
Rina made a soft little noise around his cock. Almost a whimper.
Rina’s whole body looked and moved differently as I watched. She didn’t have the big, confident swagger she always had. Her movements were soft, almost pleading. She wanted Dan’s approval. She wanted him to praise her.
I crossed my legs and felt how wet I already was.
Dan gently guided her off by the hair.
Rina looked up at him, lips wet, eyes soft.
He stood, guided her up, pulled off her dress, and laid her down on the couch.
Back against the cushions. He settled between her long legs and braced himself over her like she was something breakable.
“Look at you,” he murmured. “My pretty girl.”
Rina’s breath hitched. She spread her thighs wider for him without being asked.
Dan lined up and pushed into her slowly. One long, careful stroke until he was buried.
Rina’s mouth opened on a quiet, high sound. Her hands came up and held onto his shoulders like she needed the anchor.
He fucked her like that. Slow and steady. The way you’d fuck a girlfriend you were trying to ruin gently on the living room couch.
She leaned in and whispered something in his ear. Dan groaned and slowed down. She smiled up at him, and he started to speed up again.
“That’s it, baby,” he said against her ear. “Taking it so well. You look so beautiful.”
Rina nodded, eyes half-lidded. “All yours.”
“Who do you belong to?”
“You,” she whispered. “I’m all yours.”
Jesus.
I sat up straight on the barstool to get a better view. I straddled it, opening my legs and keeping my back straight. I started touching myself, one hand sliding up and down over my clit, the other holding my breast.
Rina glanced over at me, gave a small smile, and returned her gaze to Dan. That was all I needed. I was doing good. Not breaking our deal.
Dan kept talking to her like that. Soft. Possessive. Calling her baby. Calling her his girl. Telling her how pretty she looked stretched around him. How good she felt. How perfect she was for him.
Rina was melting under it. Legs wrapped around his waist. Meeting every thrust with these tiny, broken sounds that did not match the body they were coming from.
I watched her come first.
It hit her quiet but hard. Back arching off the couch. Thighs shaking around him. She clenched so tight I saw Dan’s jaw flex.
He didn’t stop.
He kept fucking her through it, slower now, one hand stroking her hair back from her face like he was soothing her.
“That’s my girl,” he whispered. “Just like that. You’re so good for me.”
I started going faster, putting more pressure on my clit and biting my lip so I wouldn’t make a sound.
Rina stroked the inside of his leg as he moved, slowly working her way up towards his crotch. She opened her legs wider, letting him go at his own pace.
Her hand moved the rest of the way up and started stroking his balls. I heard Dan let out a soft moan.
Dan’s rhythm sped up until it broke, and he pushed deep and held there. Forehead against hers. A quiet grunt as he finished inside her. Nothing dramatic. Just a man coming in his girlfriend.
I came alongside Dan. Seeing him clench up, I remembered how it felt to be filled up like that, and it pushed me over the edge.
We all stayed like that for a minute. Breathing.
Dan kissed the corner of her mouth. Rina’s fingers played with the hair at the back of his neck.
I stayed in the dark and watched them be soft with each other.
I slipped off my stool and slowly made my way towards the bedroom, trying not to make a sound.
A glance back at Dan and Rina showed them kissing, not passionately, just soft little kisses. Playful ones.
I smiled at this, closed the door, and slipped back into bed. Leah had turned around and was still sleeping. I crept up to her, gave her a quick kiss on the neck, and closed my eyes.
Yeah… Maybe I liked watching.