My best friend (29) and I (25) recorded ourselves playing for our boyfriends [FF] – Part 1

**Part 1: “I think we should do it.”**

Scarlett and I have always had a sexual undercurrent to our friendship. I was 23 when we met through a mutual friend and she was 27; we were both dating around at the time and liked to chat about our amusing encounters with different people – men, in my case, but in hers, anyone who took her liking. This is what we planned to do the first time we met for drinks in the local cocktail bar, but the first thing she did instead was take a long eyeful of my cleavage and flirt with me for the next few hours. I’d never been with a woman before and I’d always wanted to, but around a week after our flirting began, she started what would become a serious relationship with Tom. We settled into a normal, close friendship from there, I got into a relationship with Kyle, and we almost forgot about the whole thing.

Almost, until she found out that my boyfriend and I had taken part in a few threesomes and foursomes together over the course of our relationship.

***

“Seriously?” Scarlett asks me, her eyes lighting up. She grins over the rim of her wine glass, legs tucked beneath her under a blanket on her sofa.

I blush a little, lying on the sofa opposite. “Don’t start.”

“No, I’m not going to tease you, Sarah,” Scarlett giggles, sitting up straight and leaning forward a little too eagerly. Her bright red hair falls over one of her cat-like, green eyes and she pushes it away. “With boys or girls?”

I shrug. “Mostly boys.”

“Mostly? You’ve been with women now?”

“Well… One woman.”

Scarlett makes a thoughtful sound and cocks her head to one side. “I always thought I’d be the first girl you’d sleep with.”

I eye her for a moment, feeling myself grow a little hot. “I didn’t think you thought about us like that anymore,” I say slowly.

Her slim legs poke out from underneath the blanket and I spy the outline of a bunny rabbit on her thigh. I always lose track of how many tattoos she has. My eyes stay there for a moment before finding hers again.

Scarlett sips her wine again, holding my gaze, and simply says, “Very often.”

I feel myself bite my lip and gaze in the direction of the kitchen, where her boyfriend is humming away while cooking his dinner. She notices and laughs, a high-pitched, musical sound.

I roll my eyes. “You whore.”

“You like it,” she says.

“No I don’t,” I say playfully. “You’re a tease.”

“I’m serious, though,” she says, more quietly this time. “I even tell Tom that I’d like to fuck you,” she nods in the direction of the kitchen. “We talk dirty about it when we fuck sometimes.”

I blink a few times. “You two… fantasize about us together?”

“Yup!” Scarlett says casually. “Don’t we, Tom?”

Tom strides into the living room and hands me another glass of wine. I try to reconcile this classy, reserved, handsome older man with what Scarlett just told me and fall short. I take the glass from him and gawk all at once. “Why are you looking at me like that?” Tom asks.

“Oh, I was just telling Sarah that we get off on thinking about her going down on me,” Scarlett says. Tom walks to a chair on the other side of the room and lets out an easy, throaty laugh.

“You shouldn’t tell her that.”

“Why not?” Scarlett grins at me and leans forward again. “I think we should do it,” she says excitably.

“You’ve drank too much,” I smile, eyes sliding over her slender, long figure as she pushes the blanket aside. She’s wearing tiny denim shorts and a black crop top.

“See, you want to,” Scarlett says in the same voice she uses when she’s trying to encourage me to have another shot. She pops open the button of her shorts and slides them onto the ground so she’s only sitting there in her white thong. I feel my heart pick up a little.

Tom chuckles from his chair. “Leave her alone, Scar.”

I take a long, slow drink and watch her for a little longer before looking at Tom. “If you and Kyle don’t have a problem with it, we can record it for you both.”

His eyes widen a little and he takes a moment to process what I’m saying before nodding slowly. He looks intrigued. “Don’t let me stop you.”

Scarlett pumps her fists playfully and I take out my phone to ask Kyle for permission. I get two words in response:

*Hell* and *Yes.*

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