A very slutty competition…

What the fuck.

How did I let this happen?

What had hornyness driven me to?

We were both naked, lying on our backs, side by side on my single bed. The amber glow of the bedside light was warming our bare bodies, our arms pressed together. I closed my eyes, sick with the thought of irreversible boundaries being crossed, nerves and desire making my skin prickle with excitement.

It was Julie's idea, of course. It always was. I should have known I’d never be able to out-slut her. All I could do was follow her lead and allow myself to be swept up in it, letting my body–rather than my rational thoughts–guide me.

“He’s here,” she whispered, her arm grazing mine as the door clicked open. Julie had told him to come in without knocking, and I held my breath, waiting for the moment that he saw what we had displayed for him.

“What the fuck–”

His voice cracked halfway through, and although I had my eyes closed, I could hear movement of his body as he pulled back, half turning as if to flee.

“Wait,” Julie called, her voice a little strained as she lifted her head toward him. “Max, hold on.”

And now I did look. He was frozen in the doorway, his eyes wide, one hand still gripping the door handle. Julie didn’t say anything else for a moment, just allowed him to look at us, his gaze moving down our legs, up our stomachs, to our breasts.

“Jesus,” he muttered, shaking his head once.

“Close the door.”

His throat bobbed. His knuckles whitened on the handle. “I…what…”

“We want to help you get over your ex.”

“This is…this is insane. I don’t know if I can…”

His sentence trailed off.

And still, he didn’t leave.

He couldn’t.

Not with the two of us stretched out for him, our bodies on offer. Julie’s fingers brushed my wrist, deliberate and teasing, her body warm beside mine.

“Max,” she said again, softer now. “Close the door and come here.”

His gaze flicked over our bodies again; Julie’s soft, exposed breasts rising and falling with each breath; the curve of her hip resting against mine; my bare chest, my parted legs, my face half-lit in the lamp’s glow.

And finally, at last, he turned and locked the door.

“What…what do you want me to do?” he said finally, voice cracking slightly.

“We want you to give us massages. Don’t we, Sarah?”

I nodded, my body tingling, the anticipation building, my thighs on fire, my nipples hard.

“I, uh…fuck.” He laughed suddenly. “Jesus Christ. Where do you want me to start?”

Julie grinned.

“That’s the fun part. You have to pick. There’s oil on the side.”

She closed her eyes, a finality to her words, her body becoming passive. I closed my eyes too, following her lead, wondering which of us he was going to touch first, my thighs parting just slightly, instinctively. I heard him step forward and felt the weight shift at the edge of the bed. The oil bottle clicked, and then…

Warm palms. Cautious at first, hesitant, skimming the front of my thighs, gliding upward. I gasped, but he didn’t stop, tracing the curve of my hips with his thumbs, spreading the oil across me.

Julie must have been furious.

Max’s touch moved higher, onto my lower stomach, kneading slowly, thumbs on either side of my midriff. Then higher, onto the bottom of my breasts. He hesitated, the moment protracted and prolonged, and then he did it, sliding his oily hands upward, across my breasts and nipples and up to my neck. I moaned.

“Mmm…that feels good…”

“Max? I’m feeling left out here…” Julie said. “You should multitask.”

I felt one of his hands leave me and suddenly she was moaning too. I lifted my head slightly to look at her. She was biting her lip as Max’s hand explored her body, spreading the oil across her skin. But she wasn’t looking at him, she was looking at me. Her hand slid up to her breast, cupping it lazily, her fingers toying with her nipple.

“Fuck,” she whispered.

My legs opened without thinking and Julie watched the movement, her cheeks flushed. Her hand moved lower. Between her legs.

This was all getting a little bit out of control…

And then Max’s hand was on my stomach again, sliding upward, smoothing over the underside of my breasts. I arched my back, letting them lift, letting them fall into his hands. His hands cupped me fully, lifted and pressed, fingers tightening slightly.

Julie closed her eyes, her fingers moving slowly and lightly across her clit. I could see how swollen it was from here, and I knew I wasn't the only one going mad from the teasing. I couldn’t believe what I was witnessing. She was doing it right there in front of us, breathing heavily, quietly.

“Help her,” I said, nodding toward her.

He blinked. “What?”

“Look,” I whispered. “She needs you.”

He hesitated only a second longer before moving his attention fully to her body, reaching for more oil and drizzling it directly onto her chest. She gasped and arched into the sensation. His hands slid over her collarbones, down over the full round of her breasts. His fingers worked in slow, worshipful movements, circling her nipples, drawing little gasps and shivers from her mouth. I sat up slowly, watching her melt under his touch.

She looked incredible.

“Let me help,” I said, running my hand across her inner thigh, leaning in, brushing a kiss on her neck, just below her ear. “Let’s give the little tease what she deserves…”

“Oh my god, please,” she said, her voice trembling.

I slid my hand between her thighs, meeting Max’s fingers there. We both touched her at the same time, his fingers tracing the lips of her pussy, mine circling higher. She moaned and arched, her breasts jostling against his chest. And then I was kissing her, harder than our little hotel room experiment, our tongues meeting once more. Her hand came up to hold my wrist, keeping me there. Her breath shuddered in my ear, warm and helpless, and I felt her thighs tremble. It seemed that every inch of her body had become hyper-sensitive, reacting instantly to our touch.

“Sarah…” she whispered, eyes fluttering open for a moment. “Please don’t stop.”

The way she responded to both of us–the tiny gasps, the shivering breaths, the way her stomach tightened under his hands–made my thighs pressed together. My nipples brushed her upper arm. Julie rolled her head toward me, cheeks flushed and lips parted.

“You look like you’re about to…”

“I am…”

Max swallowed hard.

Julie’s fingers found mine blindly, squeezing, guiding, anchoring. Her legs parted further and her fingers pulled me down into a deep, open-mouthed kiss. I felt her tongue press against mine and my brain short-circuited.

That's when she started to cum.

The wave seemed to hit her all at once, starting low and spreading upward, her breath catching, her body arching upward, her hips thrusting desperately against our fingers. Her whole body jerked under our hands, arching, trembling, collapsing into the mattress. Julie let out a shaky laugh, covering her face with her arm.

“That…was amazing…” she breathed.

“I agree,” I said.

She looked up at me and smiled. It wasn't her usual smile. This one was different. It was softer, sluttier, more satisfied, the same look I had seen her give Max after she came on him in the club, tinged with a secret knowledge that only we now shared. In that single expression, I saw the entire landscape of our friendship redrawn, the familiar map of our platonic bond burned away and replaced with something new and thrilling and naughty. It lasted a few seconds before she turned to Max.

“Oh my god…Max? Is that because of us?”

He looked down at where his eyes had landed, the thick, pulsing bulge at the front of his shorts. For a moment, he looked embarrassed, but the way Julie licked her lips seemed to offer him some reassurance.

“Fuck,” she breathed. “You should take it out for us.”