"Now, you will get under the table and one by one... you have to rub our panties.”

I had been punished by Anna Trusseau. Laughingly, I played along and took my shirt off. I threw it across the room like a stripper and flexed various muscles. The girls hooted and hollered and I crawled under the table—I had no choice. I had lost a bet during one of her games—one, that could only happen at the private gathering of the Greater New Chestnut Erotic Fiction Writers Society.

I'd joined a year ago—on the last day before the public library would refuse to host us any longer. Something to do with keeping a wholesome reputation on the New Chestnut community calendar... it was probably better that way. We soon found a new home in Anna's furnished basement, complete with fireplace, kitchenette, and other small rooms—every Thursday at 7 pm, when her husband was out on poker night.

Greater New Chestnut was an old town. Deceptively simple, deceptively quaint. Rumored to have been made by a giant meteorite long ago that rolled off into the sea; leaving a huge punch bowl that opened onto the shoreline. Now, slope houses straddled the terrain, etched into the primordial hillsides, glowing at night like a hundred fireflies. The streets were cobblestone, and downtown was a beautiful melancholy of brick facade storefronts, cologned in sea salt from the nearby shore. Greater New Chestnut—where time had stopped at the halcyon years and autumn could warm your heart faster than summer.

And here I was, under Anna's table, claustrophobic in a good way, surrounded by a long white tablecloth and five pairs of women's legs. Certainly not the worst jail I could be in. I reached over to Akiko's legs and placed my hands on her knees. I parted them. She squealed and allowed me willingly.

“I guess I'm going first!” She giggled from above.

I had gotten to know them all. They were a sweet bunch of older women, all with one thing in common—we wrote erotica. Under pen names to protect our anonymity; from the community, from the press, from our families. There were mutual things that only writers can share and relate to—that normal people will never understand. It's the writer's mind, the creative, that lets your illusions take shape and manifest onto books to occupy, or satisfy the minds of readers. I think it was our form of masturbation.

I heard the girls laughing above, and I softly rubbed Akiko's mound through soft faded blue jeans. Her pen name was Devonyx Blye Pentress. She had published three books and one that had crept up the erotic charts to number forty-nine in 2022. Cougar Man. The story of a young, innocent woman deflowered by her new handsome apartment neighbor—Cougar Man.

“Oh my!” she gasped as the other women laughed hysterically.

I continued, and her body quivered. She was Japanese and spoke English very well. She'd been born in this country and discovered erotic romance writing in her early twenties while staying at a guesthouse in college.

“Ohhhh!” Akiko moaned, and I smiled to myself.

A moment later, the timer on the table went off like a shotgun.

“Next!” Anna called out. “This is what happens when you lose a bet at the Greater New Chestnut Erotic Fiction Writers Society, Dane!” She laughed.

“Here here!” I heard Pam call out from above, then slammed her fist down on the table like a pirate bellowing for more rum.

“I'm next!” I heard Tiffany say.

Tiffany was deceiving, sporting glasses under a red-brown medium shag and wide-collared shirt. Under the table—it was the casual cotton dress and suede clogs holding her bare feet. I reached over and pushed her skirt up to her thighs, revealing a hidden tattoo on her left thigh.

“He just raised my skirt up,” she cackled.

I could hear the silliness from the table above, and it made me smile.

“You have to let him do it, Tiffany,” Akiko said.

“Dane! Do her good!” Anna called out laughing.

Sliding my hand under her dress till I felt cotton fabric. She jumped slightly when I touched them.

“Oooh!” she squealed, then that was followed by mock panting, which was greeted by another round of laughter from the ladies above.

This must be the sweet spot, I thought to myself and continued. Her real name was Judy, but she wanted us to use her pen name. Judy would sell cookies at the bake sale—Tiffany wrote a book called Blackmailed and Nailed.

“Is it my turn yet?” Pam called out.

“No, it's not!” Tiffany giggled. “I'm enjoying this!”

I rubbed her clit through the material, and I could feel the folds of her lips beneath my fingers.

“I like having our own private man,” she said. "We're keeping him!”

The timer went off with a loud ding, and I nearly bumped my head on the underside of the wooden table. Next up, Darlene. I had known her since I was eighteen. She had visited my mother several times when I was home from school. I had no idea she wrote erotica, and only learned about it when I got older. I found a book buried behind a shelf in my mom's closet—with a picture of the author and a different name. Then, one night at a local writers meet-up—when I was back in town. I saw her—we went to have a drink afterward, then a few more, and she confessed. I drove her home.

“I'm a little embarrassed,” I heard her say.

“Now, Darlene. It's just a game, and we all have to play,” Anna began. “Besides, you're not Darlene Swanson, you are Darlene Castle Hawthorne. Author of Under My Bed, By Night.” I could picture Anna waving her hands dramatically in mock introduction.

Even I thought her book was pretty steamy, and yes, I read it the hot second I stole it from the closet.

“But... I've known him since he was a kid,” Darlene petitioned. “I'm not saying I wouldn't mind—”

“He's not a kid now honey!” Pam piped up. “He's a gorgeous, handsome hunk, and if he's one of us, he has to play the game.”

“Besides,” Akiko added. “I think Dane is enjoying this.”

I pinched Akiko's leg and she screamed.

“Be gentle with Darlene, Dane,” Anna called down.

I liked Darlene; I always had. Additionally, I'd had a secret crush on her from way back. She used to come over to the house and chat with my mom. One night when she came over—I swear an old Playgirl magazine fell out of her bag, then quickly scooped up and tucked away. It made me wonder what they talked about. Soon after, I left for college and moved to the big city. The city sucked; it sucked balls, and I needed to come back to Greater New Chestnut. I could hear Darlene breathing from above the table. She was cute and shy, at least she used to be—and the awkward feeling was being overcome by a very devious mindset—knowing that I was pleasing her. She reached down beneath the table to rest her hands on her thighs, as if trying to prepare.

“I'm ready, Dane,” she said with slight reluctance.

“Relax, Darlene Castle Hawthorne,” Tiffany calmed.

Take it slow, I said to myself as I rubbed two fingers along the seam of the material. She responded with a soft moan. I liked how she sounded, and I wanted to please her more. I cautiously pulled her gray yoga pants down, and she raised to allow it. Beneath were flower panties and I heard her exhale to calm herself. I massaged her pussy through the cotton material until I could hear her breathing heavier from above. The room had gone silent—as if in anticipation. No giggling, only a shared, held breath among the women. Her hands tightened on her knees, and I continued. I felt my cock growing hard in my pants, and my devious mind grew bolder. I wanted to pull her panties down and rub her bare skin.

“Oh my god. Dane—” She exhaled softly.

“Whatever is going on down there, make mine a double,” Pam stated.

I slipped my finger inside her waistband and touched her clit. She slumped down into her chair.

“Let's give Darlene an extra minute. This is turning me on, just watching her,” Tiff said.

I heard the timer winding back and twisting. Someone wound it back with a giggle.

“Oh god...” Darlene moaned. “I can't believe this is happening.”

I couldn't believe this was happening either, and I suspected that hiding under the table was making it easier to achieve for both.

“Do you like it, Miss Hawthorne?” Anna asked with a dry farce.

“Oh god, yes...”

She pushed herself down on my finger.

“OK Dane, I think you better stop on Darlene now!” Akiko blurted out, then I heard the timer quickly being turned.

“Ding!” It chimed through the silent basement.

“Oh wow...” Darlene said.

The girls laughed, and Anna asked her if she was OK.

Darlene assured her that she was fine—more than fine.

“Oh goodie! It's my turn.” Pam McLayne yelled.

The silence of Darlene was gone, and noise returned. Pam was older with short brown hair, blue eye shadow, and a personality like a pistol. She was not afraid to introduce herself via her amenities. I rubbed Darlene's legs for a few seconds before moving over to Pam.

“I shaved just for you baby!” I heard her call out from above.

Oh my god, what had I gotten into? Pam was a box of chocolates—with the flavor list in a foreign language. Before I could even scoot over, she had already pulled her short skirt up to her waist. She was wearing black thigh-high stockings and moved down in the chair to spread her legs wide.

“Go ahead, Dane. I'm ready for your hot body.”

Tiger skin panties... I should have known. I pushed my palm down against the animal print, then moved in circles. She arched up to meet them and continued the motion.

“Oh, fuck girls, we have to do this all the time. I hope he doesn't make me cum all over myself and get my panties all wet.” She gloated.

Five seconds later, the timer went off.

“Hey!” Pam shouted.

Anna cackled. “Pam! You're getting into that too much!”

“No, I wasn't! Start the timer again.”

Everyone laughed, and I could hear the timer being reset.

“Remember Pam, a little stimulation for the creative mind, nothing more.” Anna came again.

“Don't worry about it. I won't do anything crazy.” Her hands slid beneath the table and quickly pulled her panties down all the way, clearly showing me her shaved, smooth pussy. She rubbed her clit in a circle, indicating that I should follow suit.

“Pam you better not get too crazy,” Anna warned again. “We know you.”

“What are you gonna do? Tell our husbands?” Pam teased.

“Pamela Rae McLayne...” Anna began sternly.

Some of the girls laughed mischievously.

“Anna, you know I'm kidding; I'm not gonna tell anybody.”

I continued stroking her—she was wet and moaned dramatically. I knew she was putting on a little show for the others.

“That's right baby, go deeper, you still have a few minutes. Go deeper.”

Suddenly her legs jumped as I heard a smacking sound from above. I figured Anna had just thumped Pam on the neck with a good finger flick. Pam was a card, and she made me laugh. She put her hand on mine and started pushing it tighter against her lips, forcing a finger between them.

“What are you doing, Pam?” Darlene asked.

“Nothing.”

I felt Darlene's hand on my bare shoulder, gripping me under the table, massaging, as if to say she was still here with me. I took her hand and brought it down to my bare chest and held it there while I continued fingering Pam.

Pam arched toward me and spread her legs wider.

“Oh, Oh, Oh,” she moaned in tandem with my thrusts. “Oh my god, I would pay for this even!”

Suddenly, the timer dinged again, and Pam's body slunk reluctantly back into the seat of her chair. I felt a small sigh of relief.

“Damn! More time!” Pam joked.

Anna was next, with long, dark curly hair and a very no-nonsense drive about life—the leader of the group, and author of the ongoing series My Sweet Garden Alpha. She was a little younger than the others and could twist a devious smile from her lips—in juxtaposition, her eyebrows could also tell you exactly where you stood in her book. She had secrets too, and I believe I was fulfilling some of them.

“Finally,” she sighed.

She wore a beige sundress that hung past her knees, and I pushed it up to her waist and over her hips, revealing soft thigh-high white stockings. Her sheer panties were cream colored, and her black hair was visible through the material. I placed my fingers over the waistband and patrolled the garden. A few moments later, I moved down like a snake curling between her legs.

“Fuck... he knows what to do,” her body trembled. “Oh god. This was our best game ever.”

“I think he should lose the bet all the time.” Tiff chuckled.

I caressed her soft legs beneath the table, slowly crawling back up toward her navel, massaging her panties, running my thumb the length of her slit. I was going to give the leader some extra attention—actually, I wanted to send her through the roof. I loved teasing her little black hairs beneath the mesh cotton. She squeezed her legs against my hand and pulled me into her.

“Fuck...” she moaned. I imagined Darlene looking all concerned and wishing it was her.

“Girls,” Anna started between breaths. “We have to keep this a secret; we can't tell anyone, not our spouses... not anyone.”

“Yes, Anna,” they all chimed in as one, well-rehearsed from the many times before.

“OK, Dane? You too?”

“Yes,” I answered in a husky voice from under the table.

“What happens at the Greater New Chestnut Erotic Fiction Writers Society, stays there,” Tiffany recited.

“This is like one of our girl nights, but without using our own hands!” Akiko added.

Pam cut in snidely. “Anna, you look like you're getting a little too wild, too.”

“Stop, Pam, you're jealous; I can hold my O longer than you.”

The timer went off too soon. I was hard and horny and needed to get off so bad. The girls covered themselves, and I came up from the table to a round of applause. Darlene looked flushed, and Pam smiled like a tiger. Tiffany grabbed my hand and pulled me into the chair next to her. My face was red and hot, and they all thanked me for the little treat. My cock would have been clearly visible, but thankfully blanketed by the long white tablecloth.

We chatted and laughed for the next hour and talked about the stories we were working on. I put my shirt back on and was complimented more than once about my performance below deck. It was 930 pm, and Akiko had to leave. The others started getting up from the table, and Anna steered Pam off to the kitchenette to chat privately. I got up and felt a hand tugging on my arm. Darlene pulled me aside by the fireplace.

“Dane, Oh god... I'm sorry. But I enjoyed that. Now, I'm kinda embarrassed.”

“Darlene. Don't be. I... I always thought you were super cute. I, I hope it was OK, I mean, that I did that?”

She blushed. “Yes...”

“I didn't want to tell you... but I had a crush on you, from way back.”

“You did?” She smiled. “I remember when you were younger. I ah... I—”

“Your flower panties are super cute too.”

She blushed again, and I kissed her cheek. She dropped her previous sentence and looked down at me, seeing the large bulge in my jeans.

“I.. umm...” I think she was almost startled. “Dane?”

“Yes?”

“I'm sorry, I ahhhh... just noticed. You are, ah...”

I looked down at myself and saw the monster. “Oh god. I'm sorry. I couldn't help it.”

“NO, no, don't be sorry. That's OK. Um—I...”

“What? Darlene Castle Hawthorne?”

She giggled. “I ah, I could... help you with that?—Wait! No. I can't. I didn't say that.”

I looked into her eyes, remembering all the times I'd fantasized about her.

“I'm sorry.” She started again. “I can only imagine how you feel now about the girls... and about me...” She looked away. “And I got you into this group...”

“I know Darlene. I'm glad you did. I—”

“This is really hard for me to tell you, but... but I want to.”

“What?”

“Come with me first; I need more privacy.”

She took my hand, and we wandered down the long hall to the end and into a small bathroom. Her slender legs striding quickly under a long, dark gray pullover sweater. She closed the door behind us and tried to lock it, it wasn't catching. She turned quick to look into my eyes.

“This is hard for me to tell you, but... when you were younger, I remember sitting at your mom's dining room table, talking to her, but I was watching you in the living room. I was getting these naughty thoughts of you, and I knew I shouldn't. I told myself it was wrong. I remember making excuses to come over or stay longer. There's more, but I can't tell you now. I felt ashamed. I was a grown woman wanting to seduce a young man—and the son of my best friend!”

“You've just described the sexiest thing I've ever heard.”

She pushed her body against mine and whispered. “You're all grown up now. Oh, Dane... the way you touched me under the table. You made me crazy.” She suddenly backed off. “Wait! I can't do this. I shouldn't do this.”

“I—ah, OK—” I stuttered.

“No. I can't. I'm a responsible adult.”

“Darlene. I—I... No, if you're not comfortable—”

“No, I'm comfortable, alright. I just... it was one thing when you were under the table; it was more anonymous... you know what I mean?” She looked away, conflicted. “But I want you so bad... do you want me?”

“I do.” I smiled. “But we're not supposed to do... you know, Anna's rules—”

Her hand slipped down to my jeans, and she stroked my cock through the denim.

“Oh fuck, Darlene,” I moaned.

“This is so bad. Oh, god... if your mother ever hears about this—or, my husband—”

“I'm an adult, so mom doesn't count, but your husband is a hard pill to swallow.”

“I wanna swallow you.” She smiled.

She started to unbutton my shirt with one hand, and I helped.

“We can't tell the other girls either. They ALL want you—but I've known you longer.”

I hugged her tight and pushed her head to my chest. Her warm breath seeped down my body, and I felt her soft hand unbuttoning my fly. Then quickly inside, parting my zipper with her wrist, then slipping inside my briefs.

“Oh Darlene, no...” I moaned and tightened my stomach.

“Wait! I can't. Damn't! I'm sorry. Just stay here with me instead. Let's just talk.”

“OK.” Trying to calm myself. Trying to calm my testosterone was like putting a tiger on a stool. Her hand froze over my shaft. I liked it there and brought her head back down to my chest.

“Maybe not here, not now. I'm so sorry,” she whispered.

“You are driving me so wild. Your husband is a very lucky man—”

“That old guy is no fun. You know what I wanted to do to you?”

“What?”

“Well... ah, I... when I used to see you back at the house, I always wanted to hide in your room and take my clothes off and wait for you to come in.”

“Oh? Then what?”

“You would catch me, and then I'd pull your pants down and suck on you, with your mom in the other room.”

My cock shot straight up, harder into her hand. “Damn Darlene... OK, that's the second most sexiest thing I ever heard.” I laughed.

“There's more—”

“Tell me.”

“Well, one night, I was there... and you were sleeping and—never mind, I can't tell you.”
“What? Tell me. I dare you.” Knowing full well, some people can't resist a dare.

“Oh... I will. Someday.” She smiled. “You'll find out how wily an older woman can be when she's horny.”

She leaned in and kissed my chest, her hands now on my shoulders, and my cock lost in her pullover sweater. Suddenly the bathroom door swung open. It was Anna.

“What are you doing, Darlene?” She questioned with serious eyebrows.

Darlene jerked away. “Nothing. I was just hugging him and thanking him—”

My cock bandied about free from her sweater.

“With his pants down and your lips on him?” Her eyes were poison.

“OK. Anna. I'm sorry. I've known him forever. I was just catching up.”

“Darlene, you know we have to keep our erotic lives separate from our regular lives. You can't be seducing him by yourself. We do this as a fun night for the group. We are a team.”

“Oh god. Anna. OK. I know you're right, but—”

“Darlene. You probably ought to get home before someone... wonders where you are.”

“Damn't Anna.” She looked away. “You're probably right.”

Anna stepped back allowing Darlene to exit the small bathroom.

Darlene looked up at me and winked so Anna couldn't see. “I'll try again some other time,” she said quietly. “When you're least suspecting it.”

I put myself back together, and Darlene found her coat and said goodbye. Anna and I went back out to the main room.

“Sit down, Dane. I want to chat with you for a moment.”

I sat down opposite Anna in a love seat, at a small coffee table by the fire place.

Anna collected her words before speaking. “Dane. First, thank you for tonight; you were amazing. I know the other girls thought so too... but I just wanted to check in with you and make sure you're OK with this? Us gals seem to be getting bolder with you these days.”

“Well, I did lose the bet...”

She smirked. “Maybe next time you'll know the difference between the points of view in fiction writing.”

“It was a fun night. Besides, where else am I gonna go to get hit on by a bunch of cute ladies? But now I'm as horny as hell!” I laughed.

“Again... I don't want you feeling like you have to—and that you are comfortable with us.”

“I am, I've known you for a year now. I thought for a moment. “Well... though, Pam was a kettle of hot oil.”

“She gets a little out of hand, but she means well.”

“She pulled her panties down under the table.”

“I knew it!”

Anna went quiet for a moment and looked at me. “Did you like what you saw?”

Before I could answer, she slowly parted her legs, and I realized she was not wearing underwear. I could see the dark pubic hair between her legs that I had seen beneath her cotton panties.

“So, if I hit on you too...” she continued. “You'd be OK with it? Look, I want to get to the point.” She took a sip of wine from a nearby glass. “My husband is not home, and I noticed you were pretty hard, even before your private meeting with Diane.

“It was getting pretty hard to hide.”

She parted her legs further and raised her dress a little more, then looked me square in the eyes.

“Do you like what you see? I'm asking you again.” She smiled.

“I do... Anna.” I couldn't believe what was happening.

“I want to sit next to you.” She said, suddenly coming over to the love seat and sitting beside me. ”I had this idea...”

“Yes, Anna?”

“I'm thinking we can help each other with our writing... Ah, could I see your beautiful cock? I just want to take a peak.” She looked downward.

Who am I to say no? It's not a big deal, I thought. I'm already looking at it half the time I'm in the shower anyway. I unzipped my pants and pulled my shorts down again. My cock came out willingly, bobbing up hard against my stomach.

“Oh god... Dane. You're beautiful.”

“I have to admit, I liked seeing your pussy—” I stopped for a second. “OK, now I'm embarrassed.”

She pulled her dress back up and parted her legs slightly, arching up so I could look down at her mound.

“This is what writer friends do for each other, Dane.” She took my hand. “They take care of each other. It will help our writing if we can experience what we're writing about. Make it more real.”

“I see what you're saying—”

“I could tell when I met you, that you would fit in. You're a writer like me; we have bigger imaginations than regular people, so we also have bigger needs—and bigger fantasies. You know what I mean?”

“Yes, I know what you mean...”

“Good, now shut up, I wanna tell you a story I'm working on.” She had taken her shoes off and put one foot up on the couch to position herself, allowing me a better view. “So, there's a fairy, dressed up all cute and sexy, with wings and a very short dress, and I—she. She, comes across a handsome lumberjack in the woods, and she takes him back to her secluded meadow. But he pulls a rope out of his sack and tricks her into being tied up, and then he has his forbidden ways with me—her. Then he takes her back to his logging camp, where all his masculine buddies take a turn on me—her! What do you think of that?”

“You think we should role-play to help with your story?”

“Yes, and you'd look sooo cute wearing those wings.”

My mouth fell open and I smacked her shoulder.

“I'm kidding!”

“Well, I already have some pretty hot flannel... Kinker Bell.”

She laughed. “Now, young man. Tell me one of your private fantasies, I don't care how weird it is.” She put her hand on her clit and started to rub innocently.

“I watched her and tried to put a sentence together. My latest idea, I've always wanted to try out... mind control.”

“Oooh? Like what?”

“Like one person hypnotizes the other so they can make them do really naughty, sexy things they ordinarily wouldn't. But... it needs something more—”

“Like a story?”

I laughed. “Yes.”

“OK. A woman comes to a castle to visit a local millionaire, and he takes her down to his sex dungeon—” Anna offered.

“Fifty Shades of Done before?”

“Yeah, you're right. You know what I'd make you do? If you were hypnotized.”

“No, What?”

“I'd make you lick my pussy—in a bat man costume.” She laughed.

“Well, I'd hypnotize you to wear a tight catsuit and rub your pussy all over the furniture first. That would drive me wild.”

“Furniture humping?” She questioned.

“Oh yes. It's hot.”

“Dane. I know Darlene wants you. I know Darlene's husband too, and he's as bad as the rest of ours. He's probably at poker night with mine. He's not a creative person, and like I said—us writers are a different breed.”

“Darlene is pretty cute, and you have to admit the older woman, younger man thing is a turn-on.”

“She would never follow through; Darlene is too shy.”

“I don't know—she had me in the bathroom.”

“She didn't have you inside her.”

I swallowed.

Anna arched up further, rubbing her pussy right in front of me.

“God Anna, you are making me so horny, and looking at your pussy isn't helping any.”

“Oh... that's too bad, young man,” she said mockingly. “That's why I'm the wise teacher. Now, could you stand up so I can see your cock better?”

I stood up and pushed my briefs down to my thighs so she could really see how hard I was. Suddenly we heard a door swing open from one of the small back bedrooms in the hallway. It was Tiffany. Anna jumped.

“Oh, Tiffany! I didn't know you were still here,” Anna said.

“Hey, what's going on here? You two? Do I smell hypocrisy, Anna? I was in the back changing, and I heard everything! Anna Trusseau, author of Sweet Alpha in my furnished basement, you minxy girl.”

“You weren't supposed to hear that.”

I pulled my briefs back up in haste.

“Well, I did, and I want a piece of the action. I want to join your secret tryst.”

“Tiffany, we are talking for research purposes only. There is no secret tryst.”

“Well, I'm writing my next book, a story about a threesome. Blackmailed, House Jailed, and No Bail. My latest.” She smiled.

“Tiffany.”

“I'm sure the other girls wouldn't mind hearing about this research with Dane either.”

“We didn't do anything.”

Tiffany smiled mischievously. “I'm afraid I have to blackmail you both regardless to buy my silence.” She teased.

“Oh, Tiff.”

“Yep, you're gonna have to pay the piper, and here's my list of demands.”

Our mouths fell open.

“I want to feel Dane's cock on my tits while you watch us, Anna,” she continued.

“I've seen your boobs before.”

“Not with Dane's sweet cock on them. And, actually not just watch, but you have to participate too.”

“Tiffany...”

“And not only that—”

“I'm not stroking your feet again.”

“You have to get behind me and rub your bare tits against my bare back. This is gonna be great for the story.”

“What?” Anna cried. “I can't believe you're blackmailing us. You're so devious.”

“Hey... what happens at the Greater New Chestnut—”

“Blackmail among friends,” Anna finished.

I laughed to myself. Tiffany Grinn, the author of Blackmailed and Nailed and her follow-up—Blackmailed, Nailed, and House Jailed. Now, I could look forward to making an appearance in her third installment. Yes, she was a long way from the bake sale now.

“I feel this could really help me with the third book.” A naughty smile stretched across her face like a child who'd stolen the last cookie.

“If we do this, Tiffany,” Anna began, “you have to swear not to tell anyone. Cross your heart. Especially not Pam!”

Tiff laughed, “Pam would fuck him three ways to Sunday.”

The girls laughed like old friends.

“OK, pay-up time,” Tiffany crouched down on the floor on her knees in front of me and unbuttoned her wide-collard shirt. Freckles danced on her skin. She took off her bra, and her boobs came bouncing out, sporting erect nipples.

“I've never really been touched by another woman.” Anna said.

“It's OK, I'm not touching you—you're touching me.” Tiffany's hands lunged forward, grabbing my waistband and pulled them down. “Anna, get down behind me.”

I watched Anna maneuver, getting down on her knees behind Tiff, then she unbuttoned the top of her sundress and slipped it down her shoulders. She reached back and unhooked her bra. Her breasts were beautiful white round melons, and she pressed them against Tiffany.

“How's this?” Anna asked.

“Yes, just like that, Anna. Now smoosh them against me. Dane, now, push between my tits, and start rubbing back and forth.”

Anna leaned against Tiffany harder and started rubbing. I think she was hoping that it would distract her from me.

“I can't believe I'm doing this.” I leaned in, hard; my cock shot straight up between her boobs. I was begging for relief. Touching the bottom of her chin while Anna sensually agitated from behind.

“Yes. That's what I'm talking about. I like this blackmail stuff,” Tiff beamed. “Push harder against me, Anna.”

I leaned back and grabbed the base of my cock and brushed the tip back and forth over her erect nipples. Anna's mouth fell open, and Tiffany moaned. I knew this was making Anna jealous—and I knew I was getting close to losing it. I couldn't take it anymore. My cock started to throb and Tiff smashed me between her tits again.

“It's OK, Dane. If you need to cum, you go ahead and cum on me,” Tiffany breathed.

“No, Tiffany. Don't make him cum.”

“Anna, he needs to! We can't leave him like this!”

I couldn't help myself; I'd been so horny from everything that had happened tonight that I started cumming. My cock bucked and jerked, then spurted white cream all over Tiffany's neck and chest. Anna reached around Tiff, grabbing my ass and pulling me against them. I knew Anna was jealous—and her jealousy made me even hornier.

“That was all I wanted.” Tiffany smiled like the Cheshire cat. “Your secret is safe with me. But the next time I catch you two, I'm going to blackmail you again, and the payment will be higher.” She stood up wiping my cream from her skin with a nearby napkin.

“I can't believe you did that,” Anna said to Tiff as she walked away.

“Come on, Anna, this isn't the Young Adult Writers Club.” Putting her top back on and buttoning up her shirt. “And he was so horny, I did him a favor. See you both next Thursday!” She smiled and turned to me. “Thank you, Dane. You made my night.” She kissed my lips and left the room.

Anna and I sat back down on the love seat and looked at each other in disbelief for a minute, then broke up laughing. “I can't believe that just happened,” I exclaimed.

“I can't either. She just swooped in and stole the prize.”

“Well, if you hadn't told me to stand up and pull my shorts down—”

“Well, if you hadn't lost that bet earlier...”

“I'm not so sure, I lost...” I paused. “And what makes you think I didn't know the difference between writers perspectives?” I winked.

END

I hope you enjoyed the story.

-Northern Gentleman