The AC’s Out

A ringing doorbell roused Abby from her heat-induced daze. She’d been getting the TV ready, but the heat was making it difficult to concentrate. It didn’t help that they’d been without air conditioning for the past couple days. And it was almost 90 degrees outside!

Standing up from her chair, Abby passed between the TV and the couch where her friend was parked, fanning herself. Abby headed up the stairs from their lower level den up to the main floor. The temperature gradient from the lower level to the upper was punishing. And she thought it was hot downstairs! Her tank top, damp from sweat, clung to her in spots. Crossing the living room, she opened the door to find Hank baking in the hot sun.

“Hey stud,” she said to him, smiling and winking.

“Ha ha,” the man replied, dryly, clearly not comfortable being the butt of this particular joke.

“Well don’t stand there, come on in. It’s at least a little cooler downstairs.” Abby grabbed Hank and pulled him into the house. She saw in his hands he carried in one a pack of dark beer, her favorite. In the other, some organic fruit juice.

“Something for Emily! Very thoughtful.”

Hank grinned, lifting up the box of juice. “I know she’s probably missing booze by this point! But this stuff is pretty tasty.”

“I’m sure she’ll appreciate it,” Abby said, taking the beverages out of his hands. “Let’s get this stuff on ice.”

Abby crossed the living room to the kitchenette at the back of their apartment. Opening the door to the fridge, she placed the drinks inside.

“You guys trying to beat the heat?” Hank inquired.

Abby turned around and shrugged, shaking her head. “We’re trying. Glad we have this split-level. It’s… Well, not cool downstairs, but at least not as hot. Come on.”

Abby snagged a beer out of the box before popping it into the fridge, grabbed a juice for Emily, and ushered Hank down the stairs to the lower level. The two of them felt some relief as they entered the sunken family room, but only a little.

As he got to the end of the stairs, Hank could see into the apartment’s lower level room. He saw sheets and pillows stacked up in the corner, and guessed they were probably sleeping down here. In the middle of the room, the oversize blue couch and matching chair flanked the TV situated against the wall. Hank spotted the other apartment’s occupant, seated in the couch.

“Hey Emily,” Hank said, waving to the other woman on the couch. “How you feeling?”

“Pretty well. But very hot!” She replied, brushing a few moistened hairs from her face.

“Yeah, in more ways than one!” Abby confessed.

Emily swatted at Abby as she walked past her and took a seat opposite her. “Liar liar pants on fire!”

“Please.” Abby addressed Emily with mock seriousness. “You are more handsy than a teenager! You really should control yourself. It’s embarrassing.”

Emily laughed. “I haven’t heard you complaining until now!”

“It’s the time, I guess,” Hank said diplomatically.

“And now you’re a pregnancy expert?” Abby inquired.

“Nah, not really.” Hank said, shrugging. “But my brother was telling me about his wife. You know they had a daughter last year. In the middle of her pregnancy she was insatiable. He probably wants to get her knocked up again!”

“Aww, I thought it was because I was irresistible,” Abby said, pouting, putting on a show for the room.

“You are sweetheart. Believe me,” Emily said, her voice dropping a level, eyeing Abby like a wolf would a sheep.

“Mmm, thanks!” Abby said, all smiles, color rising in her face.

Hank cleared his throat.

“Oh! Sorry Hank. Getting carried away,” said Emily, a little embarrassed. “But yeah, I’m feeling okay. Pretty good, considering this thing!” She patted her stomach, a modest bump in the middle of her curvy frame.

“Good to hear!” he replied, and continued, after staring at her for a few moments. “Pretty crazy, huh?”

“Yeah.” Emily replied, a little somberly, peering down at her swollen belly. “Hey, thanks again, you know for…”

“Don’t mention it,” Hank said, dismissing her sentiment. “I was happy to help.”

“I bet you were!” Abby snickered.

“Be nice!” Emily snapped at Abby, he face whipping around to glare at Abby seated across the room.

“Sorry…” Abby said, admonished. “I was only kidding around.”

“Aw it’s alright, she didn’t mean anything by it,” said Hank, trying to smooth things out.

Emily took a breath. “I know, sorry I snapped at you. But it’s a big commitment, even if we aren’t asking him for anything in a legal sense. He still has a stake in this too, you know?”

Abby nodded. “You’re right. I didn’t mean to make light of it.” She looked over at Hank beside her on the couch. “Thank you. Really.”

Hank looked simultaneously touched and embarrassed. “You’re welcome you guys. Anyway, all I did was jack it into a cup, how complicated is that?”

Emily and Abby cracked up laughing.

Emily, after she recovered, looked over at Abby. “I hope our baby has that sense of humor.”

“Me too,” Abby agreed.

Hank stood. “I’m going to grab a refill before we watch the next episode. Anyone need anything else?”

Emily spoke up. “I’ll take another juice, they’re excellent!”

“Beer for me!” Abby said.

“Be right back.” Hank said, and headed back upstairs.

Abby and Emily watched him leave. Although neither of them were really attracted to men, they could appreciate his broad shoulders and solid legs. Whether a son or daughter, they hoped their child would take after Hank.

“He’s such a sweetheart.” Abby said to Emily after Hank was out of earshot. “I’m not sure why he can’t find a nice girl.”

“Maybe he doesn’t like girls!” Emily quipped.

“Nah, I’m pretty sure with the way he looks at you, he likes girls plenty,” Abby replied.

“Oh yeah? He likes this?” Emily joked, grabbing her boobs and shaking each up and down in turn.

Abby laughed. “I know I do!”

They were interrupted as Hank came back with their drinks. “You do what?” he asked.

“I like this show. Come on, let’s watch,” Abby said, redirecting his question.

Emily pulled Hank over to the couch next to her, as Abby stretched out in her chair. As she reached for the remote, Hank could see down Abby’s loose-fitting tank top, getting a view of her breasts beneath, held firm in a tight sports bra. He hadn’t ever gotten quite such a good look at her, and was enticed by the view. She was wearing loose and light clothing to try to keep as cool as possible, and her clothes barely covered her lovely assets.

Abby’s near flash was caught by Emily as well, whose heart quickened a beat as her lover’s assets were briefly on display. She imagined herself freeing them from their captive cotton prison, sucking each nipple in turn, kneading her mounds and making her moan in pleasure. Emily felt herself getting flushed, and had to force herself to stop imagining making love to her partner while Hank was here.

Totally unaware of the effect she was having on her two friends, Abby casually started up the next episode of the series they’d been watching together, and settled down to watch. With one show stopped and another started, Emily and Hank turned their attention to the TV as they picked up where they’d left off.

The opening credits rolled, and for a while, their attention was directed away from Abby’s boobs and onto the TV. For several minutes, the only sounds came from the action in the show. They all felt the stillness in the air as the afternoon continued, and the heat from outside continued to spill into the house.

They all felt the heat, each a little differently. But it was Emily, her body growing another human inside of her, that felt it the most intensely.

“Guys, keeps getting hotter in here. This pregnancy thing is raising my body temperature. I’ve got to cool down. Hank, you don’t mind if I take my shirt off, do you?” Emily asked, almost pleading.

“No, whatever you need to do to be comfortable!”

“Thanks,” replied Emily. “I don’t want to be weird or anything.”

Emily sat forward from the couch, pulling her t-shirt over her head, revealing her slightly swollen belly, breasts spilling out of her bra. She hadn’t had a chance yet to buy proper maternity wear, and the bra she was wearing currently could barely contain her breasts, now adding mass in response to carrying a child. Before she was slightly curvy, but nearly midway through her pregnancy, she was positively voluptuous. Just a little more weight in her hips complimented her larger breasts. The total package was a combination that rivaled Venus of legend. Hank made a noise deep in his throat as this woman’s body was revealed to him, and felt a thrill go through his body.

“What, do I look gross or something?” Emily inquired, a worried tone in her voice, clutching her t-shirt across her middle section.

“What? No. No! Of course not.” Hank said.

“Then what?” Emily demanded.

“I dunno,” he said, considering. “It’s not unattractive. Your belly and… Well, all of you. It’s just kind of… Different, you know? It’s intriguing, honestly.”

“You find me intriguing?” Emily asked, not quite teasing, but somewhat flattered.

“It’s just… Exotic. Very feminine. Womanly. God I’m terrible at this,” he said, as he hid his head in his hands.

“No no, don’t be embarrassed. I’m flattered. I just think I look weird. I never thought I looked sexy!” Emily confessed.

Abby laughed. “You’re a goddess!”

Emily blushed. “Thanks. You’re not so bad yourself. By the way, we can see pretty much everything under that tank top, I’m not sure why you’re wearing it at all.”

“Excellent point!” Abby said, whipping the shirt up and over her head.

For the second time today, Hank got an excellent show, and this a contrast with Emily’s curvy physique.

Abby was a much more compact person, with thinner breasts and torso with a nearly flat stomach. She was quite a sight to behold.

Abby caught both of them looking and smiled, pushing out her chest in their direction. “You like these?” She said, grinning.

“Oh yeah!” replied both Emily and Hank, to their surprise.

“You better be careful,” Emily said, her voice husky. “I might have to come over there and take a closer look.”

Abby laughed. “You’ve seen all this plenty of times, you don’t need a closer look.”

“I won’t be just looking!” Emily taunted her, licking her lips, staring at her.

Shifting nervously on the couch, Hank said “Uh, guys, the show?”

Suddenly remembering he was there with them, Emily turned around, embarrassed again. “Whoops! Can barely help myself, I’m just worked up all the time. Let’s keep watching.”

Admonished, Emily returned her attention to the TV. Hank and Abby followed suit, but the temperature in the room seemed even warmer now to all of them, and this time it wasn’t entirely the result of the weather.

Their show continued, but the three of them were having trouble paying attention. Each of their thoughts were wandering in different directions, distracted as they were by each other.

Hank could not help by keep glancing beside him at Emily on the other end of the couch. She looked radiant, the fullness of her shape enticing. She sat with her barely round belly exposed, loose shorts bunched up around her hips. With one leg pulled up to her side, Hank caught a peek of colorful green panties through the opening of one leg of her shorts, stretched as they were across her hips as she sat with her legs spread apart. His mind wandered to the sorts of things he’d like to do with her, imagining how it would have been if his participation in her pregnancy had been an act more intimate than just the donation of his semen.

Emily never noticed any of Hank’s glances, because she was too busy checking out Abby. The two had been together for years, and had often been physical with one another, but pregnancy hormones had kicked Emily’s libido into overdrive. She found Abby a feast for her eyes, following the curve of her thighs up to her hips, bare midsection a tease. Her mind raced as she recalled past liaisons and dreamed of future ones.

The three friends kept their thoughts to themselves until the episode was over. Abby was first to rise, stating that she needed another beer. She asked the room if anyone needed anything else.

“Yeah, some air conditioning!” Emily quipped.

“Can’t help you there,” Abby replied.

“You guys don’t have fans or anything?” asked Hank.

“Nah. Places are totally sold out. It’s crazy,” Abby said in a bemoaned voice.

“Yeah. Supposed to have someone come over tomorrow to fix the AC. I hope they get here first thing in the morning! I don’t think I can take another afternoon like this,” Emily said, complaining.

Abby nodded her head. “I’ll get you some cold water. Be right back!”

As she left, Emily watched her go, admiring her legs and back. She was hoping to get a piece of that later this evening. In her mind’s eye, she imagined bending Abby over, her back arched, sliding her hand down her spine, toward her tight little…

Hank interrupted her reverie. “You guys want to watch another episode? At least it might keep your mind off being hot!”

Small chance of that, Emily thought to herself. She was way too hot to ignore it, now.

“Sure,” Emily responded. “I’m good for one more.”

“One more what?” Abby asked, as she returned with more drinks.

“Episode. You down?” Hank asked.

“Yeah! I’ll get it started,” she answered.

Abby stopped in front of the couch, and passed a beer to Hank and water to Emily. Both of them got a full view of Abby’s cotton-clad chest as she bent over before them. Unconsciously, Emily reached out a hand, caressing Abby’s leg, stroking her hand across her smooth skin. At her partner’s touch, Abby smiled and winked, a promise of later attention. She stepped away and sat back down on her chair, grabbed the remote and started the next episode.

Before the opening credits were through, Emily spoke. “Guys, I’m sorry. It’s really warm. Anyone offended if I take my shorts off?”

“I thought you would never ask,” Abby replied. She stood abruptly, pulling off her tight workout pants. Revealed underneath was only tight, sheer black underwear, barely covering her ass and crotch. She sat back down and took a long pull from her beer.

Emily’s pulse quickened as even more of her lover’s body was revealed to her. She reveled in the sight of Abby, imagined nibbling on her hips, brushing aside her underwear and finding the prize beneath.

Hank could only shake his head in amazement.

Emily followed suit, kicking off her loose shorts onto the floor. Emily’s shorts now gone, Hank could see the faint outline of her full labia underneath the tightly stretched fabric of her green underwear. The smooth lines were interrupted here and there by the traced lines of pubic hair flanking her lips. The room seemed to get even hotter somehow, the air thicker. Hank had to compose himself, get his breathing under control, affected as he was by the display before him.

Abby sat again. “There. Much better.” She said, unaware of the scene she had created.

They all turned back to the show, but their attention continued to wander. Emily was watching Abby more than the TV, and Hank tried and failed to keep his eyes off Emily.

Emily continued to fan herself. “Ugh. Boob sweat is the worst,” she said, and looked over at Hank. “Sorry, you probably don’t want to hear that.”

Hank laughed. “It’s fine. I’m sure it’s a real problem!”

“It really is. You’re lucky you don’t have to be bound up like this all the time!”

“Yes I am! It seems uncomfortable. Doesn’t really seem fair!” he confessed.

“You’re right. I should just take this thing off. It’s only fair, right? You won’t be offended?” asked Emily.

“Offended? Of course not. But I don’t want to make you uncomfortable, I can go if you want,” Hank offered.

Emily shook her head. “No. Please, stay. I like having you here.” She looked over at Abby. “We like having you here.”

Abby nodded in agreement.

“You never make us uncomfortable, Hank. I just wanted to make sure you didn’t mind if I let these things breathe for a bit,” said Emily.

Emily reached behind her back for the clasp of her bra, and in a single motion pulled the lacy fabric away from her chest. Hank was treated to a perfect view of Emily’s full breasts, shimmering with moisture. The skin on her round breasts was pale, made to look even more so by the dark areola and nipples on their peaks. Emily was a woman in the prime of pregnancy, her form curved and full.

Emily was aware of the effect she was having on Hank. He was doing his best to hide it, but she could see his eyes a little wild, could see him shift on the couch. She could almost hear his heart beating in his chest. It made her feel a thrill to have this effect on someone. Emily tried to be cool, but it was tough in this heat.

“I guess… Uh.” Hank cleared his throat. “You’re right, it’s pretty warm. I think I’d feel cooler if I stripped down, too.”

Hank stood, and pulled his shirt up and off over his head. He hesitated for a moment, and then gathered his nerve and pulled off his gym shorts, revealing only a crotch bulge covered in gray cotton. His brief stretched across his groin, barely covered as it was, straining against his half-erect cock. Abby and Emily caught a glance of his muscular thighs before he sat back down.

“Glad you can get comfortable!” Abby exclaimed, amusement in her voice.

Hank chuckled. “When in Rome, I suppose.”

Emily turned her head from Hank to peer at Abby, her gaze landing steadily on the other woman’s still bra-covered chest.

“You’re the last one, Abby.” Emily said pointedly.

“I guess so.” Abby replied. “You two looking for a show, or what?”

Emily giggled. “Whatever you’d like.”

Abby pulled her bra up and over her head, revealing her beautiful B-cups. They were almost perfect circles, with diminutive nipples in the middle of light brown areola. She cupped them with her hands, doing a little dance in front of them.

“Hmm you like that you pervy deviants?” Abby teased.

“I sure do! Keep going!” Emily laughed.

“Well too bad. We’ve got to finish this episode!” replied Abby, settling back into her chair.

Emily and Hank forced themselves to turn their gaze back to the TV. They finished the rest of the show in silence, and by the end were shouting at the TV in response to the dramatic ending. As the credits rolled, Hank stood, by this time his erection back down to a manageable level.

“I guess I better head out.” Hank stated.

“Awww.” Said Emily and Abby in unison.

“You can hang out a while longer. If you want,” Emily said, her voice pleading. “Unless it’s too hot in here for you.”

“No, no. I’d love to hang out.” Hank confessed. “I just didn’t want to overstay my welcome.”

“Then stay,” she instructed. “I’ll get us a few more beers.”

Abby headed upstairs, not bothering to put back on any articles of clothing. Her ass bounced underneath her sheer panties as she went up the stairs, drawing Emily’s gaze.

Hank addressed Emily, this time very serious. “Hey, I don’t want to interrupt anything. You two seem… Uh. Primed.”

Emily waved off his concern. “Please, we like having you around. You aren’t interrupting anything.”

Hank nodded. “Okay, cool. I really like you guys, I don’t want to intrude.”

Emily smiled. “You’re not. Thanks for coming to visit.”

Abby’s return prompted outstretched arms, Hank and Emily each taking another drink from her. With her free hand, Emily landed a health smack on Abby’s backside, prompting a squeal from Abby. Hank laughed at their playfulness.

“Thanks love!” she said to Abby, hoisting her juice and smiling, watching Abby head back over to her chair.

“Man, this heat is unreal. I don’t want to bring down the tone, but my crotch feels like it’s on fire,” Abby confessed, waving her hand between her legs to get some air moving.

Emily laughed nervously. “Yeah, for sure. Try being pregnant, too. Feels like a furnace down there.”

“Only one thing to do, then.” Abby said, as she stood. Abby hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her underwear, and started to pull down, before she was interrupted by Emily.

“You know Hank is still here, right?” Emily said, her voice pitched high in alarm.

“Yeah, so what? What’s he going to do? He’s probably seen lady parts before,” Abby asked, snickering.

“Well, what about what I’m going to do?” Emily teased.

“Oh yeah, what are you going to do?” Abby taunted.

“Keep going and you might find out,” Emily warned.

Abby stopped for a moment, turned square to the couch, and looked Emily straight in the eye. She got a firm grasp on her underwear, and slowly pulled down, bending over as she went, her breasts eclipsing her midsection as she bent all the way to her toes, and lifted one foot and then the other, standing back up with underwear in her hand. Both Hank and Emily got a full view of Abby’s naked glory. She stood with one hand on her hip, hip cocked to one side, feet apart, twirling her last article of clothing around her finger casually, bare from head to toe. Her full naked figure was on display, toned legs meeting a triangle of dark hair, a flat stomach leading to her round and perky breasts. Possibly the most arousing part of her was the confident smile on her face, enjoying the attention, daring Emily to act.

“So? What are you going to do?” Abby challenged Emily, sitting back down in her chair.

Emily glanced away from Abby and over to Hank. Their eyes met, and Hank nodded almost imperceptibly. His own underwear, the only article of clothing still being actually warn, were very tight, she could see.

“I’ll show you.” Emily said, as she pitched forward from the couch, landing on the floor softly on her knees.

On hands and knees, Emily slowly approached Abby’s chair. The other woman sat completely still, except for her eyes, moving back and forth between Emily and Hank, still seated at the far end of the couch.

“What are you doing?” whispered Abby.

“Same thing as I do almost every night,” Emily replied, her voice low, her desire clear.

“But… Hank!” she said, her arm darting out, finger pointing at their friend.

“I know. But he’s our friend. Our good friend. Plus, it’s kind of fun to have a little audience, hmm?” Emily said, inching ever closer to Abby.

“Well… As long as he doesn’t mind. Do you want to stay and… And watch?” Abby asked Hank.

His mouth worked for a moment before any sound came out. “I… Uh. I’d love to.”

“Then settle in, Hank,” Emily directed, before placing one hand on each of Abby’s legs.

Assertively, Emily pulled Abby down towards the edge of the chair, moving her from a seated position to one where the edge of her butt was hanging out over the bottom of the chair. Abby shrieked as she was yanked closer to Emily’s waiting mouth, and could see Emily’s breasts swaying pendulous as she bent over.

Hank’s view might have been the best in the house. Emily’s profile was breathtaking. From his vantage point, he could see her beautiful breasts, swinging back and forth gently as she moved. Her stomach was a small bump, blending wonderfully into her hips, her long legs curved as she knelt. Her ass presented a most attractive target, broad but firm, and he imagined himself situated behind her, kissing her flanks before examining her depths.

Under Hank’s gaze, Emily’s mouth met the inside of Abby’s thighs, and Abby sighed in pleasure. Emily breathed in deeply, taking in the musky scent of Abby’s sex. Not unpleasant, but the heat had caused the perspiration and her own natural lubrication to combine into a heady aroma, a full measure of femininity. It was intoxicating to Emily, and as she inched her lips across Abby’s thighs, she became increasingly desirous of her partner’s body.

Abby could barely contain herself under the attentions of Emily. The sensations were somehow light but intense, the teasing of Emily’s lips, and tongue, and teeth were delicious torture, and she felt warmth grow between her legs. She grabbed hold of the crown of Emily’s brown hair, entwining the auburn strands between her fingers, communicating her arousal with a caress.

Abby’s touch was the signal Emily was looking for to move on to the next stage of her assault. She moved up from Abby’s thighs to her swollen lips, and kissed and nuzzled Abby’s pussy. Abby gasped, the sensation intense, and freed her hands from Emily’s hair. She reached down, gently hooking a pair of fingers on either side of her slit, and opening herself up, revealing moistened vaginal opening and swollen clitoris to her lover.

Emily paused for a moment to take in the beautiful sight of her love’s most intimate place. Her delicate labia were flushed pink with her desire, clitoris peeking from beneath its hood, and moisture glistened from the opening of her vagina. It looked good enough to eat, and Emily snaked out a tongue to taste the waiting feast.

The sensation of warm tongue on her hot pussy produced a gasp from Abby. She settled down even more in the chair, and adjusted her position to give Emily even easier access. Abby’s hands left their position between her thighs and she reached out around the outside of her thighs, pulling her legs back, and spread herself out again, allowing Emily unfettered access to her private place.

With Abby settled, Emily grinned at Hank, and resumed her attention to the task at hand. She greedily slurped at Abby’s pussy, eagerly tasting the sweetness of her lover’s juices. Lazily, she traced a line with her tongue up to Abby’s clitoris, then back down, drawing an arch on her soft and sensitive flesh. Emily tongued the edges of Abby’s clitoral hood, the delicate flaps flanking her sensitive nub, and was satisfied to hear the sharp intake of breath from her partner.

Abby’s arousal was approaching its peak, and Emily then turned her attention solely to Abby’s engorged clit. Emily encircled the pink bead with her lips, creating a little suction, alternating the pressure to create waves of pleasure. Abby slid even further in the chair, spreading herself out even wider, granting intimate access to her precious treasure.

Emily released her lip’s grip on Abby’s clitoris for a moment, and slid her middle finger into Abby’s slick vaginal entrance. The slim digit slipped in easily, as aroused as Abby was, and Emily could have added a second, and a third. But she focused on one thing instead, a fleshy bundle directly opposite her partner’s clit, inside her vagina: her g-spot. Emily began to gently stroke that spot, high and inside her lover’s tunnel, feeling its ribbed and spongy texture. With each gentle stroke, Abby shuddered in pleasure, waves of pleasure radiating from that singular point.

Continuing to stroke her finger, Emily launched a second attack, returning to Abby’s clit. Her tongue gently flicking Abby’s clit, Emily conducted an assault on Abby’s senses. Abby was trapped between two warring sources of intense pleasure; the soft, gentle caress of her clit and the pressure waves from her g-spot. Abby felt compressed between the sensations, riding each like a ship buffeted by waves at sea. Her hips swayed with a sensual movement she could not control or consciously replicate, an exotic dance she performed for an audience of only two.

The waves of pleasure reached a peak, until her orgasm crashed over her. Abby arched her back, and began thrusting her pelvis into Emily’s face, grinding her pubis against Emily’s lips and finger, uncontrollably spasming in pleasure. She let out a cry, and as the sensations became too intense to handle, she abruptly sat up, disengaging from Emily’s touch. She locked Emily’s head between her legs as the remnants of her climax rendered her unable to speak, or think.

Emily gently pushed Abby’s legs apart, careful not to touch her now over-stimulated lady parts. But Emily couldn’t resist kissing Abby’s inner thighs as she sat up, and saw Hank staring mesmerized at the two of them. Emily couldn’t help but giggle at the sight of Hank, clearly overwhelmed by the show he just witnessed.

“I think we broke him, Abby!” Emily joked.

“Unnnng.” Abby said.

Hank was overcome. Watching the two of them was intensely erotic, and more than a little emotional, watching the two of them who were clearly so much in love with one another.

“Well that was fun, but now I’m hornier than ever!” exclaimed Emily.

Abby, still breathing hard, replied. “Well give me a few minutes to recover, and I’d be happy to help you out.”

“Well, why you gather yourself, I have an idea. There’s something I’ve always wanted to try…” Emily said, looking pointedly at Hank.

Abby’s gaze followed Emily’s over to Hank, and she suddenly realized Emily’s implication. She considered a moment what Emily was asking.

Abby sat up with a start. “You want to have sex with… A guy?”

“Not just a guy! With Hank! Our friend! Who happens to be our sperm donor,” Emily said calmly.

“Well, yeah, Hank’s great. Of course! But… You’ve never had sex with a man before!” Abby said.

“Aren’t you a little curious?” Emily asked Abby. “I mean, lots of people like the dick. There has to be something good about it!”

Abby laughed. “Sure, I’m curious. But I fell in love with you, and guys just don’t do it for me.”

“I’m not in love with him, but I do love Hank. You know what I mean? Don’t you?” Emily asked.

“Well… Yes, of course. He’s one of our best friends. I love him. I’m just not in love with him,” Abby said, caressing Emily’s face cradled between her legs. “I’m in love with you!”

“And I’m in love with you. But I admit, I wonder what it’s like. And right now I’m so horny. And now… Well, Hank is here. Plus, I figure we owe him a little something…” Emily’s voice trailed off as she looked in Hank’s direction.

“Well, it’s not like he’s going to get you pregnant!” Abby said, laughing.

Hank busted out in laughter. “Are you sure? I mean, I’m clearly excited to be with you however you’d like. But I don’t want anything to get weird.”

Emily patted the floor next to him, beckoning him to come over.

Hank sat next to the chair where Abby sat, nude. He was intensely aware of the two women’s arousal, his head just above Abby’s bare crotch where Emily lay her head. The two of them were gorgeous, their attraction to each other clear in the idle caress of their hands on each others bodies. Being invited into this intimate moment between his two friends made his heart swell, along with other things.

Emily took Hank’s hand into hers, noting the size of his hand, engulfing hers. She’d never considered Hank’s body, ever-focused on Abby. He was broad where Abby was slender, his shoulders muscular, his bare chest slightly fuzzy with hair trailing down his flat stomach. She reached out to touch his chest, trailing her hand down to his belly, his flesh yielding beneath her tracing fingers. Hank breathed in, his arousal building from this simple gesture.

“Hank,” Emily began, “You’ve been a great friend to me and Abby. Helped us move into this place, showed us around town, been a confidant, and now you’re the father to our child. You’ve helped us with so much. Now I’m asking for one more thing.” Emily looked up at Hank, her face mock serious. “Will you fuck me like a straight girl?”

Hank fell over in laughter.

Abby pushed Emily’s face away from her crotch as she, too, was overcome with a fit of giggles.

Emily couldn’t help but join in laughter with her very silly friends.

When they’d finally recovered, tears of laughter were in the corners of their eyes.

“Alright, that was a joke, but I am serious. I want you to be my first time with a guy. Will you?” Abby asked.

“I’d love to,” Hank answered.

Abby clapped her hands. “This should be fun!”

“So, how should we do this? Do I need to like, get you ready or something?” Emily asked.

Hank shook his head. “That’s not going to be necessary, after all the things I’ve seen so far. I’m pretty ready to go.”

As a way of demonstrating just how ready he was, Hank stood and removed his gray briefs. His cock sprung out from its cotton confines, and swayed around, his erection full and proud.

“Is it… Uhm. Really big? Because that thing looks really big,” Emily asked worriedly.

“It’s about average. The ladies I’ve been with before haven’t had any issue with it,” Hank explained, not quite proudly. “You can touch it if you want.”

Emily reached a hand out to touch Hank’s member. She’d only ever seen one in movies, or as poor rubber replicas. The head of his penis was larger than the shaft. She had heard it was the most sensitive part, so she gently rubbed the tip with her finger and thumbs, testing Hank’s response. He gently sighed at her touch. Emily noted a tiny slit in the middle of the head of his cock, with some glistening liquid present. She smeared it with her finger, and it left a gleaming trail as she pulled her finger away. Not unlike the feminine lubrication she was already familiar with. Emily was entranced in her examinations when another hand reached for the penis from the corner of her view.

Emily smacked Abby’s hand away.

“What? I’m curious, too!” Abby complained.

“Yeah, well, we don’t need another pregnant lady around here, so just be careful,” Emily warned.

Hank laughed. “As long as you aren’t rubbing yourself after touching me, you’re probably okay.”

“I’ll make sure to wash up before rubbing one out,” Abby quipped.

“Good,” Emily said, satisfied. “Now, where were we.”

Hank answered. “Well, if you’re ready, I’m ready.”

Emily shrugged her shoulders. “No time like the present! What do you think the best way of doing this is?”

Hank considered for a moment before answering. “With your pregnant belly, I think it’s probably best doggy style.”

Emily gasped. “Doggy style? What the hell does that mean?” Emily imagined the worst possible connotations of the term.

“Don’t worry!” Hank said. “It just means you get on your hands and knees, just like you were with Abby, and I get behind you.”

“Oh.” Emily replied. “That sounds okay. That’s a really dumb name.”

“Look, I don’t make up the names,” Hank said, slightly exasperated.

“Alright, let’s do this!” Emily replied gamely. “If I’m supposed to be just like I was with Abby, then we should re-create that.”

Emily turned over from her sitting position and laid her head in Abby’s lap. Emily looked up at her partner. “Is this okay? You aren’t mad that I want to try this?”

Abby patted Emily’s head. “I’m not sure why you want to try this, but I’m okay with it,” Abby considered for a moment. “Actually, I’m pretty sure pregnancy has made you crazy, and that’s why you want to try this. But if Hank somehow turns you straight, I’m going to be pretty upset.”

Emily laughed. “I’m in love with you, Abby. There’s no one else I want to raise this child with.”

“I love you too, Emily,” Abby said lovingly, looking down at her partner, cradling her head in her lap. “Alright Hank, fuck her like a straight girl.”

Hank held up a hand. “I would, but… Uhm. Underwear?”

Emily realized in all the excitement she’d still managed to retain her green panties through this entire encounter. “Whoops!” She said, looking back at Hank behind her. “Go ahead and give those things a tug.”

Hank steadied his hands for a moment before reaching out to grasp the elastic band of her shiny green intimate wear, and slowly pulled down the length of her thighs to the floor. Bending over as he did, he got an eyeful of Emily’s delicate treasure. Her slit, moist and engorged, was lightly tufted with hairs along its length. At the slit’s peak, a delicate, tight sphincter marked the terminus of her intimate region. Emily’s puffed lips parted slightly as she lifted her legs, first one, then the other, to pull away her underwear, giving him a glimpse of what he was about to experience.

“Now don’t be afraid to give me the real treatment, Hank. Whatever you like to do with other girls, try it on me. I’m really curious how straight women like to do it,” Emily said sincerely.

“Okay, here goes,” Hank breathed.

Hank lined up his still rock-hard shaft with Emily’s vaginal opening, and gently applied pressure, pushing forward with his hips. For a moment, he was worried he would hurt Emily, or not fit inside of her. He took his time, gingerly positioning, taking his time, being gentle.

Until suddenly Emily rocked her hips back into him, completely engaging his cock within her in one motion.

“Wow!” Emily breathed, feeling a real cock inside her for the first time.

Hank gasped at the sudden sensation of feeling Emily’s aroused vagina gripping his manhood. He paused to give them both a chance to adapt to the sensation. He took the time to trace his hands up and down her flanks, admiring the curve of her hips and butt. His hands wandered down and around her belly, feeling the tight skin stretching around the child growing inside her.

“How’s it feel?” Abby asked Emily, peering down at her.

“Tight! I feel very full. Especially with all the baby stuff going on down there, there’s so little room to work with. I feel filled up,” Emily replied, a sense of wonder in her voice. “It’s not like any toy we’ve ever used. It’s strange to have something inside you with a person attached.”

“Yeah, it’s pretty outstanding back here too, thanks!” Hank called out, drawing chuckles from the women.

“Okay,” Emily continued, “I’m ready for more.”

Hank took that as his cue to start working himself into Emily’s slick entrance. He started with small strokes, taking his time, as much for Emily as for him. If he went too quickly, this whole thing would be over too soon for anyone to enjoy it much.

“I don’t know what to do, Abby. What kinds of stuff do straight women say when they’re getting fucked?” Emily asked, looking up at Abby.

“Don’t they call the man ‘daddy’ a lot or something? I think I heard that somewhere,” said Abby.

“Oh yeah!” Emily exclaimed. “Fuck me real good daddy!”

Hank smacked his palm on his forehead, laughing. “It makes it very hard to concentrate when you two are goofing around.”

The two women shared a laugh.

“Sorry Hank. Please continue!” Emily requested.

Hank regained his concentration, and began to push deeper into Emily’s swollen pussy. He established a steady rhythm, slowly working his cock back and forth in Emily, his engorged head pressuring the sensitive walls of her vagina. His arousal built, and his cock grew even thicker as he fucked Emily deeper with each subsequent stroke. Hank took a solid hold of Emily’s thick hips, anchoring her in place.

Emily could feel every inch of Hank’s thick manhood as he worked himself in and out of her birth canal. His cock head especially generated sensitive pleasure deep within her, when he buried himself completely within her, stimulating her g-spot. She nestled her head in Abby’s thighs, lovingly caught between her partner and their friend, letting Hank’s motions lull her into a dream-like state of soft pleasure. She spread herself out even more, spreading her knees and arching her back, allowing maximum access to Hank’s cock, spearing in and out of her.

Abby was greatly intrigued by this unusual sight, watching her lover be plowed by a man. It was undeniably erotic, even if not actually arousing to her, seeing Hank’s rigid dick fill Emily’s pussy. She studied Hank’s face, the intense look of pleasure, the concentration, and care he took as he fucked his friend.

Hank was reaching his limit. The sensation of Emily’s warm, swollen sex wrapped around his cock, the sight of her spread out below him, and Abby’s intrigued glare had finally all proved too much to resist. He felt his orgasm build, a tightness forming in his pelvis, and softly at first, but increasing in tenor, cried out as his cock began to unleash a torrent of cum deep within Emily’s pregnant body.