Chapter 12: The Double Date
The silence after was a heavy, living thing. Aidan stayed collapsed over Catriona, his softening cock still nestled in the unbelievable heat of her arse, feeling the aftershocks twitch through her body.Her tears were silent, absorbed by the fabric of the sofa. He wanted to speak, to find some word that could bridge the chasm they’d just leapt across, but his mind was wiped clean, scorched by the intensity.
He pulled out carefully, a wince touching her lips as he did. The evidence of what they’d done glistened on him, on her.The physical proof felt obscene in the dim light. He righted his clothes, hands clumsy. Catriona didn’t move, staying bent over the sofa, her dress still rucked up, her body a breathtaking landscape of surrender and violation.“Cat,” he whispered, his voice raw.
“Don’t.” She pushed herself upright, wincing again, and tugged her dress down with a sharp, definitive gesture.She wouldn’t look at him. She walked stiffly to the kitchen, grabbing a towel from a drawer and wetting it under the tap. She threw it at him.It hit his chest and fell to the floor. “Clean yourself up.”
He bent to pick it up, the mundane action surreal.He wiped himself, the cloth coming away streaked. She was leaning against the counter, staring out the black window, her arms wrapped tightly around herself.
“I meant it,” she said, finally.“Everything I said. I’m not taking it back.”
“I know,” he said.
“I ruined it, didn’t I?” A brittle laugh escaped her.“Our perfect, simple friendship.Poof.Gone. Because I couldn’t keep my fucking fantasies in my head where they belong.”
“It wasn’t just you.” The admission cost him.“I wanted it.I’ve… thought about it. A lot.”
She turned then, her green eyes searching his face, looking for the lie. She saw only the weary, shameful truth.Some of the tension left her shoulders. “The student,” she said, the word flat.“Freya.What is she?”
Aidan ran a hand through his hair. “I don’t know.A mistake.A… a moment. She said she was falling for me.”
Catriona’s bark of laughter was harsh.“Of course she is. You fuck like a god and you make them eggs afterwards.You’re a walking fantasy, Aiden. You just never believed it.”
Before he could formulate a response, a knock sounded at the door. Sharp.Insistent.Not a friendly tap.They froze, looking at each other. No one came by at this hour. A dread, cold and precise, settled in Aidan’s gut.Catriona’s eyes narrowed, a flash of her old fire returning. She straightened, smoothed her dress, and walked to the door, throwing it open without checking the peephole.
Freya stood there. And Megan, the other student from the library, the one with the confident smirk and the gaze that had felt like a challenge. They were both dressed for a night out, tight little dresses that left little to the imagination, but their faces were all wrong. Freya’s was pale, her eyes swollen from crying, her jaw set in a trembling line. Megan’s was a mask of cool, simmering anger.
“We’re not leaving until we get what we want,” Megan stated, her voice low and controlled. She didn’t wait for an invitation; she pushed past Catriona, her shoulder brushing Catriona’s with deliberate force. Freya followed, her eyes locking onto Aidan, who stood half-dressed and guilty in the middle of his own living room.The smell of sex was still thick in the air.
“You think you can just fuck us and forget us?” Freya hissed, her voice cracking. “You just walk out while I’m sitting there in your shirt feeling like a fucking idiot?”
Catriona closed the door slowly, the click of the latch final.A strange, twisted smile played on her lips. She assessed the scene: the two young, beautiful girls quivering with hurt and desire, and Aidan, the source of it all, looking utterly lost.
“Fine,” Catriona said, the word slicing through the tension.“You want him? You’ll have to share.” She paused, letting it sink in.“With me.”
Freya’s eyes widened. Megan’s eyebrow arched, a spark of interest cutting through her anger.Catriona turned to Aidan. “Get on the bed.Now.” It wasn’t a request. It was an order, delivered in the same tone she’d used to command Freya in his office. A current of pure electricity jolted through him, his exhaustion vanishing, his cock stirring against his thigh.
He moved to the bedroom, the three women following. The lamplight was kinder here, pooling on the rumpled sheets that still bore the imprint of his body. Catriona began to undress, her movements economical, unashamed. The black dress slithered to the floor, revealing her full, magnificent curves, the red hair at her apex, the faint, red marks on the backs of her thighs. “Strip,” she commanded the girls.
Megan complied first, a defiant gleam in her eye as she peeled her dress off, revealing a lacy black bra and matching panties, her skin a deep, glorious cocoa. Freya, more hesitant, fumbled with her straps, her vulnerability stark under the light. Soon they were all naked, a tableau of stunning, varied femininity in the small room.“On the bed.On your hands and knees. Asses in the air,” Catriona directed.She was in her element now, the artist arranging her composition. Freya and Megan complied, kneeling side-by-side on the mattress, their heads down, their beautiful round arses presented—one pale and taut, the other dark and voluptuous.
Catriona guided Aidan to kneel behind them. His cock was fully hard now, thick and heavy, swaying with his pulse.She ran a hand down his length, a possessive stroke. “Fuck Freya first,” she whispered in his ear, her breath hot.“Slow.Make her beg. Make her forget why she was ever angry.”
Aidan positioned himself behind Freya. He used his fingers first, finding her cunt wetter than he expected. She gasped as he parted her folds, then moaned, a low, longing sound, as he guided his broad crown to her entrance. He pushed in, the tight, silken clasp of her enveloping him inch by inch. She cried out, her back arching.
“That’s it,” Catriona murmured, kneeling on the bed in front of Megan.“Watch how he fucks her, Megan. Watch how he owns that pretty little pussy.”
Aidan set a deliberate, grinding rhythm, each deep stroke pulling a whimpering plea from Freya’s lips. “Aidan… oh god, please…”
“Please what?” he grunted, gripping her hips.
“Please don’t stop… it’s so good… I’m sorry… just don’t stop…”
While he focused on Freya, Catriona parted Megan’s thighs from the front. She lowered her head, her red hair cascading over Megan’s dark skin, and without preamble, buried her face between Megan’s legs. Megan jolted, a sharp cry escaping her as Catriona’s tongue found her clit, lashing it with ruthless precision. The wet, hungry sounds of Catriona eating her out mixed with the slick slap of Aidan’s balls against Freya.
The room became a humid symphony of flesh. Freya’s moans crescendoed into desperate screams as her orgasm ripped through her, her cunt milking Aidan violently. As she shuddered, Aidan pulled out, his cock gleaming.He didn’t need guidance this time. He shifted to Megan, who was panting, her face contorted with pleasure from Catriona’s mouth.
“Fuck me,” Megan demanded, pushing back against him.“Fuck me hard. Show me who’s in control.”
He entered her in one powerful thrust, her tight channel a different, welcoming pressure. He fucked her with the pent-up force of the entire night, each drive deep and punishing. Catriona dismounted from Megan’s face, her lips and chin glistening. She moved to Freya, who was still trembling from her climax.
“Lay down,” Catriona ordered Freya. She then straddled Freya’s face, lowering her swollen, dripping pussy onto the girl’s open mouth.“Taste him on me,” she commanded, grinding down. “Taste what you wanted.”
Freya’s eyes fluttered closed, her tongue obediently seeking out Catriona’s clit as Aidan pounded into her friend beside them. Megan was chanting now, a string of filthy affirmations.“Yes! That’s it, use that big dick… claim this black pussy… god, I’m gonna come…”
Catriona rode Freya’s face, her own head thrown back, one hand pinching her nipple, the other reaching back to spread her own arse cheeks, offering Aidan a view of the used, tender hole he’d conquered earlier.The sight undid him. With a final, bone-deep thrust, he erupted into Megan, pulsing jet after jet into her clutching depths as she screamed, her body convulsing around him. The force of Megan’s orgasm triggered Catriona’s; she shuddered, clenching around nothing, a sharp cry torn from her throat as she ground against Freya’s mouth.
They collapsed, a tangled, sweat-slick heap of limbs and spent desire.The only sounds were ragged breaths and the hum of the fridge from the kitchen.
Aidan rolled onto his back, staring at the ceiling, his mind a perfect, blank static. Freya curled into his side, her earlier anger dissolved into exhausted submission. Megan lay on his other side, a satisfied, cat-like smile on her face. Catriona sat up on the edge of the bed, her back to them, her fiery hair a riot against her skin.
She looked over her shoulder, her green eyes sweeping over the three of them. They were gleaming, not with triumph, but with a terrible, clear understanding.“Now,” she said, her voice hoarse but firm. “Now you see what he is.What he needs. It’s not one of you.” She paused, letting the words hang. “It’s all of you.”
She stood, a queen among the wreckage, and walked naked from the room, leaving them to the deafening silence she left in her wake.