Mutual Desires (Audio Script)

Stories

“Hey! We’re out of non-alcoholic wine.

Do you have anything else for a sober girl to drink?”

“Oh shit. Sorry, I thought I got enough. Okay.

I think I’ve got some 0% beers around here somewhere, let me just scootch past you.”

Your hands grip my waist as you move me gently to the side so you can lean down to look at the bottom racks of the fridge.

“Where is—ah, okay.

Here we go.

Is this good?”

“Yeah, perfect.

Thanks!”

“Hey, can you bring me the wine on the counter?

The alcoholic, please!”

You close the fridge and turn to look for the bottle, but I’ve already got it in my hand. I pass it to you, crack open my own drink and follow you back into the living room.

“Drinks up! Here…”

“Amazing.

This stuff is great, where did you get it?”

“I honestly have no clue. I got it as a housewarming gift forever ago and I’d just stuck it on the shelf. I forgot I had it until now.”

I take my place on the little loveseat, directly across from you both. You’re on different ends of the couch, but Taylor has her legs extended and her feet resting in your lap.

“So… anyone got any fun dating stories?”

“Oh god, the last date I went on was like four months ago.”

“Five here. It’s been so dead out there.”

“Shit… I thought I was the only one.

I was looking forward to some hot hookup stories!

Come on… nothing?”

“Well… I guess the last hookup I had was pretty hot.

We fucked in the alley behind the restaurant.”

“Oh damn! On a first date?

You’re so bad! What’d he look like?”

Your hand is running up and down her leg now as you both lean in a little, looking at me expectantly.

“Uh, like average height. Dark hair, really nice eyes.

He just couldn’t hold much of a conversation, you know? I think all night he asked me, like… two questions about myself.”

“That’s the worst!”

“Yeah, it was the kind of thing where I just knew it wasn’t going past the first date.

No crazy red flags, it was just… not my vibe, I guess. But he was really cute and we’d been sexting a little before he picked me up, so I was so wound up by the time we got there, I thought I might as well have some fun, right?”

“Okay, okay, so set the scene.

Where exactly were you?

Was there a chance of people seeing you?”

You shift in a little, and so does Taylor. You’re practically sitting on each other’s lap now.

You two dated in college for like a week, and then just kind of decided you were far better off being friends. It worked well for me since I was the person who introduced you, and I wasn’t looking forward to having to choose sides if things didn’t work out.

Things between you two have stayed pretty physically intimate, especially when you’re both single.

I’ve hooked up with both of you separately… but we’ve never really talked about it, though. Not that it would matter, not really—you’re both comfortable with casual hookups.

“Uh, yeah. So we left the restaurant and we were walking to my car.

I stopped to look for my keys in my purse after we’d rounded the corner and he just kind of made his move, pushed me up against the bricks and kissed me. The kind of thing that makes your knees buckle a little, you know?

I think he also knew it would be his only chance, so we both just kind of went with it.”

“Give us details. Oh, don’t tell me you rewarded a shitty date with a public kiss.”

“Well… he was really good with his fingers!”

“Oh my god…”

“Alright, fair.

That’s hot. Better than anything I’ve had going on lately.

And you were always good at giving head.”

I feel my cheeks flush and I quickly glance between you two. Taylor is stretched across the sofa on her back now and you’re massaging her feet with your hands.

“Oh, look, she’s getting flustered.

How cute.

What, you don’t like being told you’re amazing in bed?

We would know.”

“Oh my god.”

“The nice thing to do when someone gives you a compliment is to say thank you, you know…”

“You guys are the worst, and also the best.”

“Cheers to that!”

You take a long drink, draining your glass. I watch Taylor stretch her arms above her head, her crop top rising a little as she does. I can’t help but stare at the glimpse of bare skin.

I quickly look at you, and you’re also watching her.

“Enjoying the show?”

“Wouldn’t mind if you kept that going for us, actually.”

I think she’s just going to laugh it off, but instead, we both watch in disbelief as she slowly strips her top off and tosses it onto the floor.

Her tits are a little smaller than mine, and it’s been so long since I’ve seen her in this kind of way that I suddenly notice my mouth is hanging open.

You, however, seem totally unphased by this.

“Woowoo! Take it off, baby!”

Taylor looks to me now, biting her lip in that seductive, pouty way that always makes me melt a little inside.

“Keep going.

Let us watch…”

Her hands start in her hair, trailing down to her neck, then her chest. She cups her tits in her hands and massages them gently before letting her touch trail down toward her jeans.

She looks from me to you and back to me again as she slowly undoes the buttons one by one.

You’re shifting a little on the couch, parting your legs, and sliding your skirt up… running your hands slowly up your thighs as you enjoy her show.

I mirror your actions, sliding up the hem of my dress, letting my hands explore my inner thighs while Taylor strips off her jeans.

“Tease yourself for us…”

Casually, as if this happens all the time, she pulls her thong to the side and pushes her fingers between her lips, settling on one spot… moving in slow circles…

“You look so hot like that.”

“You really do…”

I’m not fully processing what’s happening, I’m just kind of lost in the movements of her fingers and the way you’re teasing your chest through the thin fabric of your shirt.

I’m not wearing any underwear, and I shift in my little seat, spreading my legs wider for you both to see. Taylor notices first, and she begins to tease herself a little faster at the sight of my bare pussy.

“Fuck…

this feels really good. Spread your legs a little more…”

I reposition myself and slide my fingers between my legs, finding my clit and circling it slowly to match her motions.

You strip your shirt off and unclasp your bra, adjusting yourself on the couch so you’re lying down with your legs between hers.

You’re facing each other, heads propped up on either end of the couch, watching the other masturbate. I’m enjoying the view of both of you…

You cup one of your tits in your hand, massaging it and squeezing it hard as your back arches a little, your movements becoming faster to match hers.

I push two fingers deep inside my pussy, and pull them back out. Again and again, slowly as I watch both of you tease yourselves.

This is so hot… so spontaneous. I’m so wet watching the two of you putting on a show for each other.

“Fuck… yeah, keep going like that.

Fuck yourself with your fingers.

You too…”

You switch from massaging your clit to fucking yourself softly, grinding and writhing on the couch as you start to lose yourself in the moment.

“Fuck, this is so hot.

I love watching you two like this…”

“I want to taste you…”

“Just keep going a little more, Tay.

It looks so fucking hot from this angle…”

“Yeah, you look so good…”

I add another finger, thrusting three deep inside me, pulsing them in and out to match your speed.

I love seeing you like this. You’re absolutely captivated by her, watching her fuck herself… from between her legs like that you must have the perfect view.

“Go a little faster…”

I have no idea who you’re talking to, me or Taylor, but we both do what you ask.

Oh my god, it feels so good…

I don’t usually play like this, without a toy… but my heart is racing and I can feel the pressure building up already.

“Keep going… just like that.

You both look so good…”

“I want—fuck, you look so good.

Can I taste you?”

You lean forward, pulling her in close to you, wrapping your legs around her hips.

She takes your fingers in her mouth and sucks on them, savoring the taste. Her eyes meet mine as she pulls your fingers out and then pushes them back into her mouth.

“Mmm… so good.

I want more.”

“Lie back and let her really taste you.”

“Yeah, like that.”

You lean back against the couch cushions, propping yourself up on your elbow as Taylor leans forward onto her knees, settling between your thighs.

She eagerly leans forward, burying her face in your pussy. I love the way you moan, and how desperate she is to please you.

“Does that feel good?”

“Oh god, yes.”

“She likes it like that.

Eat her ass, too, Tay. She likes that.