“I still really can’t believe you showed me that picture of him.” She giggled, her face propped up in her hand.
“Yeah?” I opened my laptop and hit the power button.
“Mhmm.” She bit her lip. “It was . . . really nice though.” She glanced away, and when her eyes returned, I could see desire in them.
“I’m glad. You see . . . Peter and I had an idea last night. We, um. Here, let me just show you.” I picked up my phone, opened the chat bubble, and scrolled back. I handed her the phone, and she began reading. I made an effort to seem nonchalant as I logged in to the laptop and brought up an internet window. I glanced over as covertly as I could, and she was blushing. She kept scrolling, her expression unmoving.
She handed the phone back, not quite meeting my eyes.
I swallowed hard. “Andie, what do you think?”
She looked up at me grinning and nodded.
“Really?”
“Yeah.”
I unconsciously licked my lips. I could see her pulse thrumming lightly at the side of her neck. I turned back to the computer and brought up a chat window with Peter. I quickly typed out Andie’s reply, and soon Peter’s picture popped up—a video call request. I accepted the call, hastily throwing the laptop onto an ottoman in front of the couch while the video buffered. Andie scooted closer to me on the couch. Peter’s video cleared up, and he waved, smiling. Andie and I giggled. She waved back at him.
“It’s good to see you two,” Peter said.
“Yeah, it’s been a while,” Andie replied.
I noticed Peter’s hands were below the desk now out of the webcam’s frame, as Andie prattled on a bit about the shopping excursion she and I had just come back from. Peter shot me a brief glance while she gestured and talked. After her story was done, the three of us sat in silence. I could feel Andie’s shoulder against mine as we sat together on the couch.
“I think the two of you should kiss,” Peter said.
I could sense Andie stiffen a bit. We both looked at one another. Her gaze lingered on my lips. We both leaned in. I closed my eyes and felt the softness of her lips on mine. I sighed and breathed in her subtle perfume. We pulled back briefly and leaned in again. I felt her hand on my thigh. I put my own hand on her waist, pulling her close to me. We kissed with more fervor. I glanced at the computer and noticed Peter rubbing himself. He’d angled the webcam down a little and scooted his computer chair back so more of him was in frame. I pulled back and looked at him. “I want you to take your cock out for us.” I turned back to Andie and began kissing her neck lightly. I heard her gasp when Peter pulled out his thick, uncut cock.
I felt my pussy flush with heat and started sucking at her neck more earnestly. I sat up straighter for a moment to lift her top up, pulling it over her head and tossing it to the floor. I stole a look at Peter, who was slowly stroking his cock, mouth slightly parted. I kissed Andie again on the mouth, hungrily. Our tongues sought one another, and I cupped her breast over her bra. She leaned into my touch, and I heard Peter let out a quiet moan.
“Here, I have an idea,” I told Andie. I looked up at Peter and smirked. I pulled Andie up off the couch for a moment and sat down squarely facing the laptop with my legs spread apart. I turned her around and sat her down in front of me on the edge of the couch. I looked at Peter over her shoulder and kissed her neck lightly while I massaged her breasts. She leaned her head back and ran her fingers over mine, clutching my hands to her body. I pinched her nipple through the fabric of her bra, and she let out a tiny gasp. I moved my hands back behind her and unhooked her bra. She let it fall, and Peter groaned with pleasure and started stroking his cock faster. I lightly traced her nipples with my fingertips while sucking on the top of her shoulder, watching Peter. I could feel the weight of her body pressed against my own, her skin soft to the touch. Her light brown nipples were slightly puffy and responded to my touch immediately.
My hands wandered down and unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans. I leaned around to watch her watching Peter. Her mouth was open. “Here,” I said, bringing up my finger for her to suck on. She moaned as she took it. The warm wetness of her mouth felt electric. I worked my left hand over her breast, massaging it roughly. I pulled my finger from her mouth and slid my hand underneath her panties. At the touch of my hand to her pussy, she arched her back and moaned. Peter’s head lolled back and forward again. His face was flushed, and his eyebrows were furrowed. I dipped my fingertip into her wetness and pulled some of it up, swirling it over her labia and clit. She brought her hands down to her sides, gripping the fabric of the couch. I bit my lip and then whispered into her ear. I want to give him a show. Stand up. She nodded and stood. I reached up and slid her jeans and panties down, and she shook them off her feet, lightly kicking them to the side. When she sat back down, she pulled her knees together and blushed. I slid my hand down along her pussy again, and she moaned. I took her long legs and spread them open wide for Peter to see. She placed her feet on the outsides of my own legs, locking us together.
Peter looked like he was about to burst. He was licking his lips, and as I began to finger Andie’s clit, he worked his cock faster and faster. I looked up at him pointedly. “Not yet.” He nodded and let go of his cock, gripping both armrests with his hands. Each time his cock twitched, I rubbed my finger over her clit, making her gasp. I nuzzled my face close to Andie’s ear and whispered to her, never taking my eyes off Peter.
“Do you want to feel his thick cock inside you?”
Andie nodded.
“Do you want to feel him fuck you?”
She nodded harder.
I slid a finger inside her pussy, and she cried out in pleasure. I started fucking her with my hand, gently at first. I nodded at Peter. “Slowly.” He gripped his cock again and obediently slid his foreskin back and forth over the head of his cock at an agonizingly slow pace. As I quickened my motions, Peter mirrored them. Andie was moaning, and she reached back and pulled the back of my head forward so my face was pressed up against the side of hers.
“This feels so g—.”
I cut her off by sliding another finger inside, and she punctuated her sentence with a yell. I felt her legs beginning to quiver. I curled my fingers slightly, and she moaned loudly. I kept rubbing her g-spot, and her breathing grew ragged. Peter’s cock was leaking precum heavily. I watched it glisten over his knuckles. I licked my lips wishing I could taste it.
“I’m g—I’m gonna—I’m gonna c—,” Andie stuttered. Her head lolled back onto my left shoulder. I felt her muscles start to squeeze my fingers, and I kept working my hand steadily. “Yes!” she screamed. I felt a hot gush against my fingertips, and her whole body was quaking. I looked up at Peter, who had stopped stroking his cock once again. He was sitting forward in his chair, breathing heavily. I watched as a sluice of pearlescent cum leaked out of his cock and ran down over his balls. He was so close. Andie gasped and shook, clutching at my arm. I slowly slid my fingers out of her. She started to say something, but I put my fingers to her lips and she sucked her juices off my fingertips. Peter moaned and rubbed his hand over his face. I grinned at his agony. He took his shirt off and sat back a little as Andie’s breathing evened out. She turned and looked at me. “Any way we can move this thing to your bed? I’d like to return the favor.”
I smiled and nodded. She got up and headed for the bedroom. I grabbed the laptop and followed, mesmerized by her small but shapely ass as she walked. I turned the laptop briefly so Peter could see. I heard him draw in a sharp intake of breath. Andie turned her head as she walked, and I quickly turned the laptop back around.
Andie flicked the light switch, and I set the laptop to the side of the bed. “I think you have some catching up to do,” she said, eyeing my clothes. We both sat down opposite the laptop, and she began undressing me. I caught her hand and pulled her close, kissing her hard. She pulled back. “Oh, no no. Not yet.” We smiled as she pushed me on my back and pulled my jeans off. I looked over at Peter, who had lightly begun stroking his cock again. I felt like lightning had struck my body. Andie had pulled my breast out of my bra cup and had my nipple between her teeth. I moaned, and as soon as I reached for her, she pulled back again. She made a “turn around” gesture with her hand. I did so, and she unhooked my bra. I threw it to the side, and she turned me back to face her.
She got between my legs and laid on top of me, kissing me deeply. I held her tightly and let one of my hands wander down to squeeze her ass. She moaned into my mouth. Suddenly, she was moving her kisses down my body. Her mouth trailed down my neck, between my breasts, down my stomach, and down my inner left thigh. I looked over at Peter, and as soon as I did, I felt Andie’s mouth make a seal around my clit. I bucked my hips and moaned. Her lips held fast, and I slid my fingers through her hair, pulling her tight to my pussy. I turned toward the laptop again and Peter grinned. He got to his feet and walked up closer to the webcam so his thick, dripping cock was taking up most of the frame. He stroked it slowly, his foreskin straining at the pink head of his cock.
“This is what you want isn’t it?” he asked.
I nodded, feeling my face flush. I grabbed at my breast with my free hand and felt Andie slide a finger inside my pussy as she kept sucking at my clit. I closed my eyes in pleasure and moaned. I brought my finger to my mouth and sucked on it. I could still taste her on it, and I shivered. Andie slid another finger into my wet pussy, and I cried out and pushed her head down on me again. “Peter, cum with me?” Peter began stroking his cock faster. I could hear him moan louder and louder. I felt my own orgasm growing. I opened my mouth wide, watching him work his cock, savoring the sensation of Andie sucking on my clit. Her fingers connected with my g-spot. I cried out as I started to cum. Peter began to cum too. His cock pumped cum all over his desk, as he stood and groaned. I flexed my legs hard, raising my hips up, and then relaxed as waves of pleasure washed over me.
Andie looked up, panting, my wetness dripping from her chin. She crawled up on top of me again and kissed me, thrusting her tongue into my mouth. She pulled back and studied my face. “I wanted you to get to taste your pussy too.”
I looked over at Peter, who had sat back in his chair, out of breath as well. He beamed and then looked at his desk. “I think I need to uh,” he motioned with his hands. I looked up at Andie, who was sitting back on her knees and had wiped her chin with the back of her hand.
“Yeah, us too,” I said.
Peter nodded. “I love you, sweetie.”
“Love you too,” I replied.
The video call ended.
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