Fiona Hosts Couples Night – Part 2

Fiona Hosts Couples Night – Part 2
By
Tommy Linarcos

So, we were laying there, little sparklies still rising from my spine, when we heard the door creak.  It didn’t open, but there was a definite pressure on it.  Gwen looked around, but the kid’s dresser was in the way.  “What’s that?”

I raised up and could see the door better.  “It’s Charlie and Allison.”  I could see their faces in the window.  Were they spying on us?  The whole time, or just now?  I saw Charlie’s face pull back, realizing they’d been caught.

I put my hand up, like a wave, but then I waved them to come in.  Gwen realized what I’d done, and she gave me a look, but I waved them in, again, so there was no mistake.

The door opened, and Charlie and Allison came in slowly, still not sure if they really saw that I told them it was okay to come in.

“What’s up?” I asked them.  I sat up, and Gwen pulled the mangled Spidey top sheet to cover her pussy and one of her tits, her arm covered the other one.  The sheet covered some of me, too, but not my cock.  I wasn’t too worried.  If they’d just watched us fuck, they’d seen my cock, anyways.

Charlie and Allison are both in our year.  In fact, all eight of us were finishing up our Junior year in school.  We all knew Charlie and Allison were destined to go out together, it just took him forever to ask her out.  We had to practically push him to do it.  He’s fairly thin and has blonde hair with a little dirt in it.  He wears glasses when he plays his drums and the varied percussion so he could read the music, but otherwise leaves them in his eyeglass case because he hates wearing them.  That’s why I never let him drive if we’re going somewhere together.  He was wearing a pair of khakis and a retro-Elliott Smith concert t-shirt.  Yeah, he wishes he saw Elliott Smith in concert.  Allison is just a little taller than he is, like an inch, but sometimes we thought it might just be her curly, kinky hair that she poofs a bit on top.  From my perspective, she has some nice tits hiding under her purple blouse.  She wore good-fitting jeans, but didn’t go in for the torn-thing.  She’s cute, in her manner.  How do I say this?  Neither was going to star in a show on the CW, but they were made for each other.

Anyway, Charlie tells us, “We were just wondering where you guys got to.  We were watching that movie, and we knew Scott and Fee were in one room, and Al and Benji were in the other.  But we didn’t see where you went.  There’s this other room? but that’s got a bunch of fabrics and scissor-looking things in it.”

“So,” Allison cut in, “we wondered if you’d just left and went home.  Maybe you were mad at Scott or something.”

“And then we saw the stairs, and came down here, and…” Charlie tried to finish.

“And thought you’d watch Danny fuck me,” my Gwen really finished for them!  The two of them looked a little guilty.

“Well, you’re here, now.  Close the door and come in,” I said, waving at the door, again.

They looked at each other, like did I really just tell them to stay?  But Charlie closed the door and they took those few steps to the bed.  Then they just stood there. 

I knew we’d just had sex, so I had to smell a little bit, or a lot bit.  I looked at them, then I looked at Gwen.  “Do I smell?” I joked.

“You smell like you,” she said, and ran her hands across my pecs.

“I’m supposed to smell like a dragon,” I said, pretending to sniff my armpits.

“Maybe find a tiger deodorant next time,” she said with a straight face.  You see?  I knew there was a tiger in my spine!  I got to go to the store; I’m pretty sure Old Spice does have a tiger one…

I pulled my feet in a little more and told them to “Sit!” and they finally took the bottom half of the bed.  It was still awkward.

My Gwendy broke it.  “So, you guys are still dressed.  What?  Did you… make it on the couch and immediately put your clothes back on?  I mean, we’ve got all night — or as long as you can stay, anyway.”

I jumped on that.  “It’s not like anyone’s home.”

Charlie put his arm around Allison, trying to get comfortable.  “We know.  It’s just strange in someone else’s house.  Walkin’ around.  Makin’ out.  You know.”

“But that’s always how it’s done,” I shrugged, still kind of mystified.  “Someone else’s house.  Unless your parents aren’t home.”  Or you’re Scott, I could have added, but didn’t.

Allison spoke up.  “Well, it didn’t seem right, for our…”  We let her trail off, waiting to see if she’d finish that sentence.  She didn’t.  Her eyes said that she hoped she didn’t have to.

I did it for her.  “For your first time?  You guys haven’t done it, yet?”  I didn’t mean to make fun of them, and I didn’t say it like that.  Just like, curious, figuring out their situation.

Charlie took Allison’s hand.  “Not yet.”  They were standing behind their decision together.  I had to wonder if this was a religious thing, or a ‘true love waiting for marriage’ thing.  Or if they were just scared.  I didn’t know for sure if Charlie was a virgin — hell, most kids are — but I was getting pretty certain.

“We want it to be… special,” Allison pronounced.

“Yeah,” Charlie agreed, but cut in fast, “It’s not like we haven’t been fooling around.  We have.  We just haven’t…”

Gwen shifted under the sheet.  “Hey, you know, it’ll never be special like a dream.  Like that girl in the movie we were watching?  Bathtub, music, and candles…  I hear Hot Tub Hotel down on Joliet does big business during Prom, but candles all over your bedroom is just going to make your house burn down!”

That got a laugh from everyone and reduced the tension.  “What matters is whether the person you’re with treats you well.”  My Gwen looked right at me and smiled.  “Music would be nice, though,” she shrugged.  She looked around to see if the kid had any device or speakers.  He was probably one of those that only listen to music on his phone and earbuds.

I wasn’t sure if Gwen meant that for me, but I took it that way.  I tossed back the Spidey sheet and got off the bed.  I knew my bod was immediately being watched by both Allison and Charlie — heck, Allison hadn’t taken her eyes off my cock since they came to sit on the bed.  I didn’t care.  I was even a little proud.  It was hanging well, half-hard. 

I squatted down at our pile of clothes and found my iPhone.  I found a good playlist, some oldies from the 2000s and 2010s, some newer ones; Poe, Matchbox, a couple Weeknd, a Taylor, no Kanye, and that Paramore song Gwen and I like.  Guaranteed good songs.  I turned up the volume and set my phone on the kid’s dresser.  In a bit of good luck, the kid left his power cord behind and it fit my phone, so I plugged it in.

I got back on the bed next to Gwen and pulled the sheet down from her breasts so I could hold them.  She let me, but still held me to her.  “Time to get back to some smooching!”  I knew Charlie’s eyes were glued to Gwen’s tits, but I hoped he and Allison both got the idea that things weren’t going to stop just because they were bored with Netflix.  Gwen and I were making out, and I smiled into her mouth as I felt her hand start working my cock.

With the song, and watching me and Gwen, Charlie and Allison finally got the idea and got back to their lip-lock.  The song ended and was replaced, then ended and replaced again.  I knew my body and Gwen’s body were getting ready to do something else.  Either I had to fuck her or eat her fuzzy little pussy, again.  But when I looked at our friends, it’s like they hadn’t even moved, just still kissing in the same position.

“Charlie?” I said and got his attention.  “Charlie, take off Allison’s shirt.”  They stopped kissing and looked in each other’s eyes.  “Take off her shirt, Charles.”

Gwen’s antennas went up; she knew I was up to something, and she wanted to be a part of it.  She kind of opened up her position, letting her breasts free and not covering up.  “She wants you to,” Gwen said.  “Look at her eyes.  She wants you to.  Take off her shirt, Charlie.”

Without saying a word, Charlie unbuttoned Allison’s purple blouse and pushed it off her shoulders.

“Keep going…” Gwen encouraged.

Allison’s hands were behind her back in a flash, undoing her bra clasp, and Charlie, still looking at his girl’s eyes, pulled her thin black bra forward and off.  I’ll say right here that, yes, I took a good look at Allison’s tits, and I liked them.  Her nips were a dark red against her pale skin.  They looked fun, but I wasn’t planning on finding out.  Like I said, I really, really liked my Gwendy’s breasts, which I started fondling from behind her, again.

“Lose your shirt, Charlie.”  I barely said that and Charlie ripped his pullover off.  I didn’t have to tell him to pull Allison to him and feel her titties on his bare chest.  They were kissing again, but Gwen and I weren’t finished.

We let them go on for a song and enjoy it.  Then Gwen surprised me, though I shouldn’t be surprised now, should I?  “Charlie, it looks like your pants are getting tight.  That can’t be comfortable…” she said in that little girl voice that I almost cummed to.

Charlie broke their kiss and turned to look at Gwen and me.  He was nervous and looking for direction.  He wanted us to tell him to do it, because even though he wanted to, it was like it wasn’t his idea, then.

“Take off your khakis, Charlie,” I advised while increasing the pressure in my caressing of Gwen’s tits.  I was on automatic, there, both hands doing the same thing to each of her nipples.  “Just take them off.  You’ll feel so much better.”

Charlie looked to Allison.  She whispered, but we could hear her, “Take them off.”

Charlie stood off the bed and undid his waist and zipper, and bent low to push them down and remove them from his feet.  When he stood, we saw he’d unintentionally pulled his boxer briefs down enough to reveal his dark blonde pubes, and his hard cock was sticking out a few degrees north of horizontal.  We weren’t going to tell him, but he fixed that, anyway.

“Lose your socks, while you’re at it,” I told him.

“Floor’s cold,” Charlie told me back.

“You’re not going to be on the floor in a minute.  Lose the socks,” Gwen told him.  My Gwen was right.  Maybe guys who keep them on are insecure about being naked, but Gwen was right — they looked stupid when it’s the only thing you’ve got on.  Charlie bent down again and pulled off his socks.

If we were going to have to keep up giving orders, we silently decided to give Charlie a break and move the focus.  “Allison’s wearing too much, now, isn’t she, Charlie?” I asked.  He didn’t look at me, but he almost nodded.  No, he did nod, you just couldn’t almost see it.  “Put your hand on her pussy, Charlie.”  He looked quickly at me to make sure he heard right, then looked back at Allison’s jeans.  “Yeah, put your hand on her pussy.”  He hesitated, but he did it.  “Feel how hot that is?”

Gwen figured out my angle.  “If you thought that big cock of yours was uncomfortable stuck in your pants, think how she’s feeling.  Got to get those jeans off, Charlie.  Give her some relief.”  Charlie didn’t react to Gwen saying he had a big cock, but I knew as a guy that he heard it, and that it rang loud in his head.  He moved his hand up to Allison’s waist button, and then his other hand, which had been frozen to his own waist, came to life and helped pop it open.  The zipper was next, and he pulled the sides away.  They had some trouble pulling the jeans down and off her rear — she had to wiggle back and forth and lift and help shove, but it gave a laugh to us all and let the two of them ease up.  Charlie gave her a quick kiss and she giggled as he pulled the jeans off her legs.

Good.  They were okay.  If they could smile and kiss, we weren’t making them do something they didn’t want to.  They just needed the push.  I had a feeling they were hoping that tonight would be ‘the night,’ but being stuck on the couch hadn’t helped their goal.

Charlie looked to Gwen — and I could see his eyes flash downward to her tits and maybe her pussy was showing, now, too — and raised his eyebrows in a funny question.  Gwen smiled and nodded, then Charlie flipped off Allison’s socks.

“Nerve endings in her toes, Charlie.  She’s gonna want to run those up and down your legs while you’re giving it to her,” Gwen almost-moaned as I let one of my hands go down to teasing her pussy lips.  I dipped inside her.  Goddamn! she was so fuckin’ wet!

Charlie and Allison met each other’s eyes.  Charlie was about to climb back on the bed, but I wasn’t going to let him until the job was done.  “No, Charlie, not yet.  You know where this is going.  We’re naked, you’ve got to be naked, too.  Take off the boxers.”

“Show Allison your big cock, Charlie,” Gwen finished for me.  Part of me wondered if it was Gwen that really wanted to see Charlie’s cock.  I had to smile, but kept it inside me as much as I could.  Hell, I wanted to see Allison’s tits, and I wanted to see her pussy, too, not lying.  We were fine.

Charlie put his thumbs into the waistband of his blue boxer briefs and negotiated getting them over the arrow pointed at Allison, then dropped them.  He jogged a bit, evidently getting them off his feet.  I put a hand on Gwen’s arm, hoping that she got it that she shouldn’t comment at this point, to let Allison react, if she would.

And she did.  “Wow, Charlie.  You do have a nice cock.”  She’d been laying back on her elbows since helping with her jeans, but now sat up a bit more.  She wanted to greet it, to touch it.  Her hand went right to it and began a soft stroke.  I’d seen Charlie’s cock a few times over the years, mostly when we went swimming, changing in the pool locker room.  I didn’t know him back in ‘sleepover days.’  And he did have a nice-looking cock, about the same size as mine, so no competition.  His dark blonde pubes weren’t all over the place, his balls were hanging pretty tight, and his shaft was fairly smooth, leading up to a nice arrowhead dickhead.  Funny, it was the same color right then as Allison’s nips.

Gwen, who had one hand on my dick, began pumping me a little harder.  I could either enjoy it or get her to calm down, because it was going to make me cum before I wanted to.  I put my hand on her arm, not stopping her, but slowing her down again.  She understood.

Before either of us could prompt Charlie on the next move, his hands shot out and grabbed Allison’s panties.  Of course, he didn’t need us to tell him that; he’d wanted to do that for months, now.  (By the way, her panties were pink, so not a set.)  He pulled them down and off her legs and feet, then he just stood there, staring at her pussy.  His first live pussy?  Maybe.  She had thick brown pubes shaped in a rectangle.  I wasn’t going to be close enough to see if she shaved it that way, but probably.

My finger went back inside my Gwen’s entrance, plunging into her juices.  She was leaking all over Spidey’s face.  I needed to fuck this girl again.  Now.  Could we end our little game with Charles and Allison and get back to business?  Gwen let me know there was still work to do.

“Look at her pussy, Charlie,” Gwen breathed.

“I am,” he confirmed in hypnosis.

“Touch it, Charlie.  Inside.”

Charlie did.  Carefully.  He didn’t want to break it or make it mad at him.  Question was whether Allison was nervous and dry, or dripping wet with desire, like my Gwendy.  Charlie breathed out audibly loud as his finger went in and in and in.  She was wet.  Allison had sat up sharper at that, but then leaned back down, groaning.  I think it was at that point that Charlie knew he was going to lose his virginity that night.  He was going to fuck his Allison.  Or make love to her, however they wanted to feel about it.

There were times Gwen and I made love, and we knew it.  That’s exactly what it was.  I wanted her to know.  And sometimes, we just needed to fuck.  That was going to be what we did next, if we could get to it.

“Pull your finger out, Charlie,” I told him, and he did.  “Taste her.”  He hesitated.  “Charlie, put your finger in your mouth.  Taste the girl you love.”  He couldn’t deny that, so did like I told him.  I could see his eyes react, but he was good.  “Now lean in and give her pussy a kiss.  Let her know you like her, and that you’ll be very, very nice to her.”  I could tell Charlie thought I was being silly, but I gave him a look like Scott gave to me.  Charlie nodded and went down and kissed her pussy.  Before he could get up, I continued.  “Give it a lick, bottom to top.  Find her little clit at the top.”  I could tell he gave it a shot, and Allison shivered, her legs flinched.  “You’re going to do this for her every time, before you make love.  Make her cum.  You’ll get better at it.”

He kept at it, and I stopped telling him what to do.

I turned my Gwen and pushed her to the bed.  I hunted around in the comforter and found my prize that Spider-Man was guarding.  We needed to do this.  Let the kids get to fucking on their own.  I needed to be inside Gwen’s fuzzy little pussy, again.

When the song changed but before I could get inside Gwen, Charlie coughed.  At some point while we were making out and getting into position, Charlie and Allison had done the same.  Charlie coughed again and tapped me on the back.  “Danny?”

“This better be good,” I warned him.

“Do you have a condom?” he asked me.

The tiger in my back wanted to just push the kid away and start slamming into my girl.  I could feel it in the back of my head and all along my spine — I needed to fuck and this pest was…

Gwen looked up at me with those blue eyes.  We had started the kids on this path.  And we had one condom between us.

I raised up on my arms, twisted my head, and addressed Charlie.  “You really should feel how it feels on your first time.  There’s nothing like it.  It’s amazing…”

“But,” Gwen warned me quietly, between us, “he’s so worked up he’s going to cum as soon as he gets inside her.”

“I have one rubber,” I admitted, showing her the foil packet in my hand.

Then she understood my predicament.  Our predicament.

“I don’t want to get pregnant, Danny,” Allison pleaded.

I breathed heavily and sat up.  Allison probably thought I was being frustrated with her and Charlie — and true enough, I was feeling frustrated, but not at them.  I looked at the naked couple.  We’d got them this far.  “Give him a blowjob.  Then he won’t come right away when you get to fucking.  And you can enjoy it.”

That wasn’t exactly what any of them were looking for me to say, but it seemed to make some kind of sense.  Charlie had been absently stroking his cock, and quickened up the pace without even thinking about it.

Allison looked to Gwen.  “I’ve never done that.  I’ve never given a blowjob, before.”

“It’s easy,” I said, calming down a little.  I looked to Gwen for permission to tell them.  She seemed to know what I was going to say.  “Gwen gave me her first blowjob tonight, too, probably right before you guys showed up to spy on us.”

Allison gave Gwen a questioning look.  I don’t think she thought Gwen had a ton of experience, but she was surprised, all the same.

“Yeah,” Gwen confirmed.  “Wasn’t too bad.  I’ll do it again.”  Then she looked up at me, smiled, and then we both laughed.

Charlie realized he was still there, on the bed, standing on his knees, taller than all of us, stroking his cock.  He looked to Allison, and started to scoot closer to her.

“How do I…?” Allison tried one last time before she was put to the test.  Could the girl really be that innocent?

I didn’t want to try and tell her what to do, and I didn’t think Gwen wanted to either, especially how worried she had been over her own performance an hour ago.  We’d just done the sexy bit getting these two to take their clothes off.  I wasn’t running a school.  What next?  When they got to fucking, were we going to have to put his cock in her for him, like anyone actually needs help doing that?

“Show her,” Gwen said to me.

I spun to her.  What?

“Show her how,” she said simply, quietly.  “You know you’ve wanted to try it.  Pretend he’s Scott.”

I wanted to immediately wave that off, like it could only be a joke.  But she was serious.  I had to think.  Did I want to try that?  I mean, that would be…  But a few years ago…  Pretend he’s Scott?  I was looking right at my Gwen, but not really seeing her, that stupid look on my face of not quite understanding.

Then, I just turned to Charlie, grabbed his midsection and turned him toward me, took ahold of his ass, and took his cock right into my mouth.

I was no expert, obviously.  I was much better at getting my cock sucked, I felt.  But I was doing this.  There was no way I was going to try and deepthroat him.  What did I tell my Gwen a little while ago?  Suck on the head, lick the shaft, find his sweet spot.  Don’t forget his balls.  Did I tell that one to Gwen?  Be nice to it.  I guess… do what I like to feel when girls did it to me.

My perception of Charlie’s reaction was probably not what Gwen and Allison saw since I couldn’t see his face or his eyes, and I didn’t look for them.  His hands didn’t come to my head until he realized what was going on, and that he was liking it just as much as he thought he might.  As I was able to take his first three inches while still swirling around his dickhead, he started trying to make sure he got that in-out feeling.  Not satisfied with my bob, he tried to fuck my face, showing that’s what he’d really rather be doing.

To my left, I heard Allison gasp, and then Gwen say, “That’s so fucking hot!”

It was weird.  I had a cock in my mouth.  And it didn’t feel wrong.  It felt… fun.  Like it was just a bit of sex that I hadn’t tried, yet.  Like Gwen tried today.  It felt… what’s a good word?… pleasing.  Like I liked it, and I hoped it pleased Charlie, too.  I could try this again.  Did I say something to Gwen about Scott?  Just about our jack-off sessions in 7th Grade.  And how we almost did this.  Yeah.  Maybe I did want to.

My perception of time was off because I was concentrating on what I was doing, but Gwen told me later that I didn’t have Charlie’s cock in my mouth any longer than a minute before he blew his load.  That I remember.  I took his first blast because he was holding my head still.  I think he shouted or screamed, but his hands were covering my ears.  He probably said something to the tune of ‘Oh, fuck!’  I know he didn’t say, ‘Pardon me, Daniel, but I believe I may be ejaculating soon.’

I wasn’t ready and gagged a bit, it felt like a lot more than, I guess, what one blast really is.  But I was able to dislodge him and pull my head away.  I got his second blast on my face, and then pointed him at his girlfriend, who I’m going to think had a look on her face like Gwen had when she saw me explode.  There was some giggling, or screaming, I couldn’t be sure which.  I checked my eyes; there was no cum on them, so I could open them safely.

Charlie had a lot of cum in him.  A lot of cum.  There were the two blasts I caught, but Allison was covered in it, from her face to her tits, and some on Charlie’s stomach, and on his cock from a vertical shot and whatever oozed out at the end.  It was everywhere.  Well, that’s supposed to happen, right?  Like christening a ship.  Good luck to thee as you sail upon each other!

When Allison caught her breath, I caught her attention.  “Clean him off,” I told her, that same seriousness in my voice that I gave Gwen, earlier.  I kept my eyes on her.  I did this for you, you can do this for him.  Like Gwen, she looked inside herself, stopped any clean-up of her body, and took ahold of Charlie’s cock.  He had fallen back on his heels, but she went the rest of the way and put it inside her mouth, and sucked on her boyfriend’s cock, getting the taste.  If she liked it, there was more on her chest.

She was about to consider herself done, when I shook my head and told her, “Make sure.”  She didn’t look at me, but went back on, and sucked with more enthusiasm than I thought she might, and she kept going.  She was going to suck him hard, again!  She was sucking the boy she loved.

I turned to Gwen.  “Got a present for you,” I joked.  But she cut the distance between us and kissed me, tongue and all, showing — like I had — that she was willing to share the pain.  I didn’t have much of Charlie left in my mouth, if anything, and I think she found that out, because then she went and licked Charlie off of my face.  I don’t think she’s ever licked my face, before — that was erotic all by itself!

“You’re clean.”  She kissed me again.

“What did you think?” I asked.  Not sure what all I asked about, but I’d let her decide how to answer.

“Tastes like cum.  A little different than yours.  Or do you mean…?”  She thought a second.  “When you were doing it?  I couldn’t believe it.  It was hot.  I… I got myself off.  I couldn’t help it.”

“So you don’t need me to fuck you, anymore?” I joked.  Hopefully a joke.

She breathed out, like a laugh.  “No, I really want you to fuck me now!”

Charlie and Allison continued without us, thankfully.  They were as hot to fuck as we were.  Allison was on her back and Charlie was between her legs, guiding his cock inside her.  It was kind of cool watching that!  Allison kept saying, “Go slow, go slow…” and Charlie was all, “I will, I will…”

Even Gwen couldn’t look away as Charlie got his length inside her and fell forward, both of them breathing a loud moan, together, like in chorus, in the key of G.  Their eyes were closed, then they opened them at the same time.  Gwen and I knew the look in their eyes.

I pulled my Gwendy to me, crushing her to me, and I said in her ear, “I love you, Gwen.”  I couldn’t help it.  I couldn’t stop myself.

She told my ear, “I know.  You told me before.”

I did?  “I did?”

“Mm-hm.  A couple times today, but you didn’t let me say it back, yet.”  She pulled my face in front of hers.  “I love you, Danny.  I’m glad you said it, ‘cause now we can say it all the time.”

I kissed my Gwen for I don’t know how long.  But a rhythmic choral of “Oh!  Oh!  Oh!  Oh!” made me look to my right and see Charlie pounding his cock very un-slowly into Allison’s pussy, her legs wrapped around him, running her toes along his thigh.

I picked up the still-unused condom.  I looked at Gwen.  “Hey,” I said to Charlie, hand on his back, interrupting his thrust.

“Hey,” he said shakily back to me, a big smile on his face as he enjoyed his first fuck, with an untypical amount of stamina now that someone had given him a pre-fuck blowjob.

I held out the Trojan.  “Here, wrap it up.”

“But this feels… incredible!” he moaned, not stopping.

“I hear parenthood feels that way, too.”

They slowed, Allison making him slow down, and he pulled out, the look on his face like a boy who’d just had a bully sit on his birthday cake.  He took the packet from me.

I was feeling all ‘I’ve done a good deed today’ when I looked back to Gwen, expecting her to share in our sacrifice.  But she just whispered to me the magic words, “See if Scott has any.”

The clouds in my brain opened up and a chorus of angels sang, like in the movies.  Duh!  Scott!

I launched out of the Spidey-bed, but before I headed upstairs, I saw Charlie mangling the condom trying to figure out which way it went on.  I asked Gwen, “Hey, can you help him with that thing before he puts a hole in it?”  Then I was out the door and bounding up the stairs, my hard cock bouncing before me.

When I got to the hall, both bedroom doors were open, and I went to the front one, the one I knew Scott and Fiona were in.  I stopped at the doorway and gave some caution looking in.  Scott and Fee were in a kind of naked tangle, but not actively fucking.  Al was sitting naked on their bed, one leg bent on top, the other foot on the floor.  They were just talking, I guess.  Laughing about something.

“What’s up?” Scott asked, noticing me.

“Um…  Hey, Fee.  Hey, Al.”

“Hey, Danny,” they both said in some way or another.  I realized I was still quite naked, and semi-hard.  I know Fiona saw me naked that time, but I’d never been naked with Al, or he with me.  He didn’t seem to mind.

“Um, yeah.  Do you have any condoms?  We gave our last one to Charlie and Allison.”

“They finally did it?” Fiona asked all excited.  “Thank god!”

“About fucking time,” Scott laughed.

“So…?”

“Oh, yeah.  No, I don’t have any here, pal.  Sorry,” Scott apologized.  And I should have known.  I found out that time we were all together that he didn’t use them with Fee, that she’d gone on the pill during a previous boyfriend whom we don’t talk about, and Scott gave me one from his stash.  Lucky bastard!

I breathed a sigh.  Not that I’d mind another blowjob and eating Gwen’s pussy again, but…

“I can help you out,” Al told me.  “Fifi, Scott, pardon me.”  I waved to Scott and Fee and followed Al out to the other bedroom.

Benji was naked, face down on the bed, out like a light.  Al went to his pile of clothes and pulled out a strip of six condoms.  He looked like he was considering how many to give me, or how many he needed, but I wasn’t going to tell him since I was the one begging.  He shrugged and split off three.

I thanked the naked blonde guy with the great body — who really looked good naked — and headed back down into the Spiderverse.

I looked through the window in the door into the basement.  I wanted to see what angle Charlie and Allison had when Gwen and I were making it.  Pretty good, actually.  They definitely saw my butt in action.  Now, I saw Gwen watching the two of them fuck, still on their half of the bed.  That was fair: they watched us, we get to watch them.

My opening the door caused a slight scare, but they all figured out who I was pretty quick.  I plopped down into the bed, grabbing my honey and swinging her onto me, causing the other couple to bounce and lose their rhythm.

“Success!” I whispered to Gwen, showing her the three-pack.  “Gift from Al.”

Immediately, Gwen recalled, “That’s right.  Fiona’s on the pill.”  She looked at me, then, and said, “Maybe me, too, soon?”

“Did I tell you that I love you?” I said, and pulled her back down to the bed, trying to get back to that place where I was before, with the tiger calling the shots in my brain.

Charlie and Allison were making so much noise — Allison whimpering and Charlie breathing so heavy, words coming out only Allison could hear — that we had to let them play it out.

“So, do you think they’ll make another Spider-Man movie?” Gwen asked, her face right next to Spidey.

“Don’t see why not.  There’s something about the rights, though.”  I paused while Allison told Charlie how his cock was driving her crazy.  “I’d like to see the Jackal or Chameleon as the villain, and they’ll probably give him Black Cat for a love interest.”

“Not Gwen Stacy?” she said, as Charlie made now-all-too-familiar noises that told us all that he was going to cum.

“He can’t have Gwen.  Gwen is mine!” I told her and laid a kiss on her, but had to laugh.  “Were we this loud as first-timers?”

There was nothing Charlie could hide, anymore, with all three of us having tasted his cum, so he let himself go and screamed as he came inside Allison.  Inside his condom inside Allison.

Finally, they collapsed, and I gave them some time to recover while I moved down and ate Gwen’s fuzzy little pussy, again.

Then, I handed Allison one of the three foil packets.  “Here.  You on top, next time.  Now get out of here, the couch is still yours!”  I said this with enough of a laugh in my voice to not be mean, but they knew I wanted our privacy back. 

They searched out their clothes, though didn’t put them on, and were heading for the door when Charlie came back.  He grasped me from behind, put his arms around my shoulders and chest, and kissed me on top of my head.  “Thank you, my friend,” he said.  Then they were gone, the door closed behind them.

Gwen, still very happy, took a moment to fluff the sheets as the bed was now ‘ours,’ again.  We lay down and could stretch our legs out the whole way.

My playlist was still going.  I reached over and shut off the bedside light.

And Gwen and I made love.

The end

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