Author: Akiko

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I locked the bathroom door, or I thought I did.

The shower was hot and hard. I leaned my forehead against the tiles with the water battering my neck, and let myself think about her. The dimple. The freckled breasts. The red knickers on the radiator. I took myself in hand and stroked slowly, long and firm, and it felt so good I groaned out loud. In my head she was kneeling in front of me, looking up, curls wet, mouth wide.

“Oh, Jess,” I muttered, to the tiles. “Jess, fuck, yes…”

The bathroom door opened.

It was the old kind of lock, the sort that pops with a shove. I opened my eyes through the steam to see Jess in the doorway in a towel, with a toothbrush in her mouth, saying, “Sorry, I’ve left my…” and stopping dead.

We looked at each other. Me, naked, soapy, fist wrapped round a very obviously half-finished cock. Her, eyes enormous.

The toothbrush fell out of her mouth. It bounced off the bath mat.

“I, um,” said Jess. She did not look away. Not for a long second. “Tom. Hi. That’s. Wow. Respect.”

“Jess, get out,” I croaked.

“Yes. Yeah. Totally.” She backed out and shut the door.

I heard her in the corridor. She was laughing, wheezing, helpless, until she slid down the wall. From behind the door she called, “For the record, my name sounded lovely!”

I stayed under the water until it went cold, but not before I’d finished.

Ending 15 of 16: Wrong Moment. Go back and try a different choice for the full happy ending.

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I held her as long as she needed.

It was meant to be comforting. She wrapped her arms round my neck and pressed her whole body against mine, soft and warm and smelling of coconut. Her breasts squashed against my chest. Her thigh slid between mine. She shuddered and said, “Thank you,” into my neck, and her breath was hot on my skin. My cock swelled instantly against her belly and there was nothing, nothing, I could do about it.

She felt it. Of course she did. She went very still.

“Tom.”

“I know. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry.” Her voice had gone breathy. She didn’t pull away. She moved, a tiny sway of her hips, once, against me. Her mouth was an inch from mine. We were both shaking. For one long, stupid, glorious moment I held on, and then I broke it by stepping back, and it was like pulling off a plaster.

“Hannah,” I said hoarsely.

“Hannah,” she agreed, and laughed shakily, pressing her palms to her hot cheeks. “Wow. Worth a try.”

She went up. I stood alone in the kitchen with a hard-on that wouldn’t quit.

In the cold shower I wrapped my fist round myself, and thought about her thighs and her nipples and her small helpless wiggle, and I came in four seconds against the tiles, groaning into my arm, hating and loving every one of them.

When Hannah got home I told her nothing. I just held her tighter than normal. She looked at me in her sleepy way and said, “You’re being weird,” and then, “I like it.”

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I gave her a brisk hug, pat-pat on the shoulder, “Night, Jess,” and took the stairs two at a time. It was the hardest quick hug of my life.

The next morning I came down to find Hannah home from her shift, sitting at the table opposite Jess, both of them holding mugs. Hannah looked up at me, then back at Jess.

“She’s told me,” Hannah said.

My stomach dropped. “Han, nothing happened…”

“I know. Jess said that too. She said she had a go and you said no. She said you were an absolute gentleman, and she cried on me for half an hour.” Hannah stood up, crossed the kitchen and took my face in both hands. “I’m so proud of you I could scream.”

“I… thanks?”

“Thank you, Tom,” Jess said, with a wobbly smile. “I’m going to be a better friend. And you two are going to be very, very loud tonight, because I’m putting headphones on and going to the cinema.”

Hannah’s grin was pure filth. She took my hand and led me upstairs in the middle of the afternoon and pushed me down on the bed. She rode me with her blouse half off, hands braced on my chest, rocking and squeezing until I was begging. She’d never been so wet. “Reward,” she panted. “For being a good boy.”

I flipped her, pinned her wrists above her head and fucked her until the headboard rattled, hard and deep. She came with a scream.

Downstairs, the front door shut. Then, through the open window, we heard Jess’s voice in the street, shouting very clearly, “NICE ONE, HANNAH!”

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I told her I only wanted her. Nobody else.

Hannah searched my face for a long moment, and whatever she found there made her eyes go soft and a bit wet. “Okay,” she said. “Okay, love. Then you’ve got me.”

She kissed me, slow and deep, the sort of kiss that came from fourteen years together and still made my toes curl. She stripped me. I stripped her, scrubs and bra and all, and we lay skin to skin in the stripe of morning light. I kissed her long throat and down her body, her small hard nipples, her ribs, and she opened her thighs for me with a happy sigh.

I licked her slowly, patiently, the way I knew she loved, one hand on her hip, the other slipping two fingers inside. She tasted like home. She rocked against my mouth, hands in my hair, and said my name over and over until she came, gasping, thighs tight round my ears.

Then she pulled me up and onto her. I slid inside and she locked her ankles behind me and we made love, looking at each other the whole way through. No rushing. No audience. Just the bed and the quiet and the sound of her breath catching.

“Tom,” she whispered, close, “I love you.”

I came with my forehead against hers.

Afterwards, in the doze, she said, “A bit of me thinks it’s a shame.”

“I know.”

“But I’d still rather have you.”

Through the wall, Jess had put the radio on. Loud. Considerately, awkwardly, hopelessly loud.

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I asked her to tell me, in detail.

Hannah’s grin was pure sin. She slid on top of me, pushed my wrists into the pillow and murmured, hot against my ear, what she’d say if she were being really naughty.

“I’d want to see her undressed. Those big soft tits in my hands. I’d want to feel her nipples go hard in my mouth.” She rolled her hips, sliding my cock against her wet knickers. “I’d take her hand and put it on you. I’d say, look how hard he is for you, Jess. And I’d watch her take you in her mouth.”

“Han…”

“And then I’d kneel behind her and lick her while she sucked you. And she’d moan round your cock and you’d feel it.” She pulled her knickers aside, positioned me and sank down in one slow stroke, both of us groaning. “And then I’d make you fuck her while I held her hand and kissed her. And then you’d fuck me while she watched, with her fingers in herself.”

She rode me hard and wet, whispering every detail, her breasts bouncing and her teeth in my shoulder. I gripped her hips and thrust up into her until she came, shaking, calling my name, her best friend’s name, and I came so hard my vision whitened.

Afterwards she lay on my chest, flushed.

“We’re never actually doing that,” she said, sleepily.

“Never?”

“Not yet.”

Next door, the shower was off. We lay still. Someone on the other side of the wall had gone very quiet.

Ending 11 of 16: Her Fantasy. Go back and try a different choice for the full happy ending.

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I said I’d sound her out first. Hannah sighed, kissed me and went to sleep. It seemed a sensible, gentle plan.

It was not a sensible, gentle plan.

I found Jess in the lounge that evening, cross-legged on the sofa with wine and a rom-com, in pyjama shorts and a vest. I sat down, cleared my throat, and tried to explain without actually saying anything.

“So Hannah and I,” I began, “have been talking. And we both think you’re really… lovely. And attractive. And that you might be, um, open to…”

Jess slowly put down her wine.

“Tom,” she said. “Are you asking me if I want a threesome with you and Hannah?”

“I’m not asking anything. I’m exploring.” I was sweating. “It’s a hypothetical.”

“It’s the most terrifying hypothetical of my life.” She was bright red, then she got the giggles, then she stopped. “Is this a test? Is she hiding behind the door?”

At which point the door swung open and Hannah, in her dressing gown, said, “I couldn’t sleep. How’s it going?”

Jess screamed into a cushion for ten solid seconds.

“I’d have said yes,” she said, finally, muffled. “If you’d both just asked me, like normal people. Not like this. I need to think. Not tonight.”

“Okay,” Hannah said gently. “Whenever.”

Upstairs, Hannah pushed me on the bed, straddled me and stuffed her knickers in my mouth.

“Muppet,” she whispered, and rode me until I couldn’t speak.

Ending 10 of 16: Not Tonight. Go back and try a different choice for the full happy ending.

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I stepped in.

The water was hot and loud, and Jess’s hands were on my chest before the door shut. She kissed me with soap in her hair and wet curls plastered to her shoulders. Her body was soft and slippery in my hands, full breasts pressed against me, her hips wide enough to hold on to. “Condom?” she gasped. I’d put one in my pocket, God help me.

I rolled it on, lifted her against the tiles and she took me in with a shaking cry, one leg hooked over my arm. We fucked fast and slick, her back squeaking on the wall, my mouth on her wet nipples, the water drumming on my shoulders. She came in under three minutes, biting my shoulder. I turned her to the wall, took her from behind, one hand between her legs, and came with a roar I smothered in her neck.

By ten to eight she was dressed and downstairs, laying the table. I hung two wet towels on the radiator next to her thong and a damp bra, and sat down with my coffee looking as innocent as a man can.

Hannah came in at eight, kissed us both, and sniffed.

“Two towels on the rad,” she said. “And the bathroom smells like Jess’s shampoo and your aftershave.”

“Hot water’s a nightmare,” I said.

“Is it?” She hung up her coat. She smiled at me for a beat too long. “Funny. I’d have said it was mostly your idea.”

She poured herself a tea and said nothing more. I spent the next hour not breathing.

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I put the towel back on the rail, said, “I can’t, Jess. I’m sorry,” and walked out, shutting the bathroom door behind me. I heard her breathe out, and the shower started again.

I went down and put the kettle on. I couldn’t stop shaking, because I wanted her, and because for the first time in my life I’d said no to something I wanted, and it felt like swallowing glass.

At eight the key turned. Hannah came in, pale with tiredness, dropping her bag, and I met her in the hall and kissed her so hard she gasped against my mouth.

“Someone’s missed me,” she mumbled.

“Come to bed.”

“Tom, I’ve been up for twenty hours…”

“Come to bed, Han.”

I stripped her in the bedroom with the curtains half drawn, kissing her everywhere, her throat, her flat stomach, her small perfect breasts. I pushed her back on the bed and went down on her, eager, greedy, until her tiredness melted into long, shaking moans and her hands gripped my hair. She came, loud, in a way that I knew full well Jess would hear through the wall.

Then I pushed into her, deep and slow, and she wrapped her legs round me and whispered, “God, you’re ravenous today.” We fucked slowly, with the sun coming through the curtain gap, and I came inside her with my face in her neck.

“Mm,” she said, drowsy, kissing me. “I should leave for work more often.”

Down the hall, the shower had stopped. I didn’t tell her why I was crying a little, or why I was smiling.

Ending 8 of 16: Hannah’s Welcome. Go back and try a different choice for the full happy ending.

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I swiped. God help me, I answered.

Hannah’s face filled the screen, tired and pretty under the fluorescent light of the staff room, her hair in a clip. “Hi, you,” she said. “Can’t sleep either?”

“Hi, love.” I dragged the duvet up. My cock was still hard in my fist. “Just lying here.”

“Thought so. Quiet night. I’m bored.” She lowered her voice and her eyes got that glint. “Do you know what I want? Show me what you’re doing under there.”

“Han, I’m not…”

“You’re breathing funny. I know your breathing funny.” She was grinning. “Tom. Get it out for me. Talk to me. Five minutes before the porter comes.”

I should have said no. Instead I propped the phone against the lamp, the duvet fell back, and my wife watched me stroke myself on camera, telling me in a murmur what she’d do when she got home. My phone buzzed over and over, Jess’s texts piling up under the call, and Hannah said, “Who’s that?” and I said, “Spam,” and groaned.

Through the wall, very faintly, I heard Jess giggle.

I came with Hannah’s name in my mouth, shuddering, while she bit her lip and pressed her hand between her own thighs. “Good boy,” she said. “See you at eight.”

The call ended. My phone buzzed again. Jess: i can HEAR you. nice. and also, weird, and also i’m so turned on that i’m about to explode. love u both. night x

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I let the call ring out. It’s the one thing in this story I’m properly ashamed of.

I pushed the duvet off, wrapped my fist round myself and typed one-handed: I’m staying here. You stay there. Let me hear you.

The wall answered. A long moan. The bed squeaking, her breath coming in short, hiccuping gasps. I pressed my palm against the plaster as though I could feel her heat through it. I told her, out loud, in a whisper, everything I’d do. How I’d spread her open. How I’d go down on her until she begged me to stop and then not stop. How I’d come inside her, slowly, and make her tell me when.

“Tom,” she gasped, so clear through the wall that she might have been in the bed. “Tom, I’m going to. Please. Say my name.”

“Jess,” I said. “Jess. Fuck. Come for me.”

She came with a cry that she smothered with the pillow, and the sound of it, the helpless catch of it, tipped me over. I came in thick hot bursts across my stomach, groaning, shaking, my palm still flat on the wall.

Then silence. Our breathing slowed, in sync.

My phone lit up. Hannah had given up and sent a text instead. love u. busy night. x

And under it, from the other side of the wall: well. that’s going to make breakfast awkward x

I lay in the dark with come cooling on my skin, and laughed until it hurt.

Ending 6 of 16: Through the Wall. Go back and try a different choice for the full happy ending.

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