Our night with Georgia

Part 1

"Smoke?" Mouthed my partner, Evan, as he made the universal shall we go for a cigarette sign with his hand. I nodded my head with relief. I had been dancing for an hour straight and could definitely use the fresh air even though the smoking area at this place was always crammed with people.

We stopped by the bar to get another drink first and made our way downstairs, me leading as usual. I'm a fairly small female at a size 10 and barely skimming 5'4 but with my blue eyes, bright smile and bubbly personality I usually have people moving out of my way easily. A little eye contact, a light nudge, a smile... maybe a quick breath to draw attention to my favourite assets, the DDs too large for my frame and looking ready to burst from the tight, black bodysuit I wore beneath my jeans.

We moved into the smokers room finding a space up against the side wall. Evan pulled me back against him, nestling his semi hard cock into the groove of my arse while using the shelter of my body to light his smoke. Mmm fuck he smells good.

I scanned the crowd and noticed a pretty blonde woman standing slightly off to the side. She was gorgeous. A little taller than me and a little curvier, she had big doe eyes, a full mouth and the loveliest, creamy skin. I couldn't help it, my eyes were drawn to her again and again.

A sudden image of her straddling Evan's hips, riding his cock with abandon, those pretty doe eyes staring into mine came to me unbidden and I felt a delicious heat simmer through my body.

Our eyes met across the room. I smiled at her and she smiled right back. Then she was in motion and I couldn't look away. She moved like a dancer, all fluid grace and lovely sensuality.

She stopped before me, her eyes flicking to Evan, still standing behind me. Her eyes roamed up and down as she scanned us both then she smiled again and opened her mouth "Hi guys, I'm Georgia, how's it going?"

From that point on it was the three of us all night, dancing and drinking with regular stops to the smokers where we chatted about everything and anything with the talk often turning sexual. At one point Georgia even took her phone out to show me a picture of a lingerie set she bought recently. I thought it would be some scraps of fabric on a bed but instead it was her in just the underwear part of the set, her rose tipped breasts fully on display in an insanely sexy position, the discarded bra on the bed behind her. My eyes widened in appreciation and before I could say anything she asked if she could show it to Evan. I nodded while smiling with delight and watched her face as she flashed the small screen towards him. I couldn't see his reaction but I could certainly feel it as his cock came almost fully to attention in what seemed like only a heartbeat. I felt myself go wet at the idea and I knew then that when we went to bed that night we'd both be thinking of that image and this moment while we fucked each other senseless.

I love women. Their softness and curves, their taste and scent, the way they move and speak, their kindness and cuteness. But I can get quite shy around them. Well shy isn't the word, its just I always assume they're only being friendly even when they're throwing out all the signs of desire. Usually a girl has to kiss me before I realise she's into me. Luckily my other half is not so obtuse.

After catching the hungry looks between us all night, watching the way her hands lingered over my hips and arse when we danced, the way I found any excuse to touch her... Well he knew what we wanted and he knew that one light push would be all it took to topple us over the edge.

We were all getting tipsier, stumbling over each other's feet in our efforts to be as close to each other as possible. We were moving to the beat together, Evan behind me, Georgia in front, when I felt a literal push on the back of my head towards hers and suddenly her lips were on mine, our tongues twining together and our hands roaming freely.

A half hour later we were laughing and kissing and finding a taxi, trying to keep our hands to ourselves in the cab, poor Evan sitting up front and struggling to have a normal conversation with the driver.

We got inside our apartment, though I have no memory of how, Georgia and I having barely broken apart for a second to breathe. We made our way to the bedroom while Evan fixed us drinks and by the time he entered the room, my jeans and boots were on the floor, Georgia's skirt was bunched around her waist and we were entwined on the bed, hands, tongues, lips everywhere and not an inch of space between us.

Evan placed our drinks on the bedside and we both startled, having forgotten for the moment he was there. He laughed "Oh there's no need to stop on my account."

Georgia continued kissing my throat, little trailing kisses up and down and in between kisses she asked huskily "So.. is.. there any.. rules with you guys?" I blinked up at her, confused for a moment before understanding sank in. "Mm not really, we just want us all to have fun however that comes" I replied with a cheeky smile, terrible pun fully intended.

Georgia stood to have a sip of her drink  and after carefully placing it back on the table, she turned fully to Evan and placed her hand on the section of his pants barely restraining his cock. She palmed him through the fabric as she asked "So this is ok?" And then she kissed him deeply, one eye cracked to catch my reaction. Holy fuck. Holy fuck. Holy fuck.

Out loud I managed "Definitely ok" and watched as her eyes lit up and she kissed him even more passionately before pulling me in to watch us kiss. I kissed Evan at her urging, the familiarity of his kiss both safe and thrilling as always. We sank onto the bed, the three of us a jumble of limbs and lips, fingers pulling at clothes until we were all nude and panting...