Movie Night

This is the third installment of the Friends (not related to the old TV show) series. The first two parts followed our friends through a weekend of unexpected sexual adventures. Still told from Lisa's perspective, we now learn much more about Audrey. This episode starts with Lisa's worries at how she will react to seeing Audrey at work, after watching her fuck Lisa's long time friend Tim on the dining table, right in front of Lisa and Lisa's husband Alan.

Like the last one but even longer, this story starts slow, but brings in some more action in the middle and at the end.

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This won't be that bad. I keep telling myself this as I drive to work. I assumed we couldn't possibly avoid each other in a twenty person company. Audrey and I both have the same job title, Analyst, at our small consulting firm, even though we analyze very different things. We were also two of most junior members of the company. I started two years ago, right out of college; a year after Audrey had done the same.

I was thinking back to how I arranged for Audrey to come to our Friday night poker game with Tim, a college friend of both mine and Alan, my husband. Also there was Frank, Tim's younger brother and another college buddy and Mary, Frank's current fling thing. Both Audrey and Tim were currently single, and in at least Audrey's case, getting grouchy about never getting laid.

I figured they might be compatible, but things went way faster, way farther than I (anyone?) expected, with Audrey laying stark naked in front of Alan and me, while Tim ate her out and fucked her with his monstrously thick cock. I really only knew Audrey at work, where she was always staid and successfully downplayed what turned out to be a stunning body.

As obvious as my assumptions about seeing each other seemed, I never did interact with her at all, beyond seeing her once or twice across the room. No eye-to-eye contact, no meetings together. Audrey was back to her staid appearance, with her large chest bound somehow in her business power suit -- God that must get sore by the end of the day -- and her beautiful fiery red curls tamed and back in a bun. Her glasses completed the bookish look. I wonder if she actually needs them; she didn't wear any to the poker game.

At dinner that night, I express both my relief and frustration to Alan at the continued uncertainty. I know Audrey will be visiting a client on Tuesday, so no concerns until Wednesday. Alan was clearly planning something on his own -- just what I need, something else to make me stressed. It probably has to do with my newly discovered exhibitionist streak, seemingly unleashed by Audrey's performance. I'm not about to go flashing people in the park, but last night we had discussed my need for some occasional release. And like he often did, Alan had come up with a plan, he just wasn't quite ready to tell me.

Tuesday was a busy day at work, but otherwise non-eventful. And dinner was nice but nothing more. Neither of us seemed especially eager for sex; we just went to sleep. We were both recovering from a very busy weekend -- ten orgasms in less than 24 hours for me. Not little kind-of-nice orgasms, but ten full hair raising, scream into the night, pussy-clenching orgasms.

Wednesday was a back to worry about Audrey day. Mid-morning, she sticks her head into my office and says, "We can't really keep avoiding each other forever. If you are still willing to be my friend, can we go out to lunch, just the two of us?"

"Sure - K&L Lounge at noon?" I suggest. I didn't think I was avoiding her, but maybe she is me, and that's why we never interacted on Monday.

"Can you make it 12:15? We can walk over together."

"Sounds great -- I'll make a reservation for a good table," I respond as she pulls her head back out of the office and back to whatever she was now hurrying to. K&L Lounge was really more of a bar than a restaurant. Just around the corner, with great sandwiches and good burgers and salads. Some of its tables are off by themselves, making it a good place to discuss business deals and, by reputation, lunchtime trysts.

As soon as she is gone, I text Alan to say we were going out to lunch together to talk. He texts back "Good?" and I respond with a thumbs up emoji.

She comes by my office at 12:10 and we head over to the lounge, casually chit-chatting on the way.

Once at our table, I order a sandwich and a coffee, while she gets a chef salad and a glass of white wine. Once the waiter is gone, the talk gets real.

"I am still somewhat in shock over Friday night. I need to talk it through with someone; you are the only one I think I can be honest with about it," she starts. "Monday, I still felt too vulnerable to approach you. Now I guess I feel like I have already been so exposed to you, there is nothing more to fear."

Well she certainly was exposed to me. More exposed than anyone ever had been to me. At least anyone I wasn't physically involved with at that moment. Images of Tim's head buried in her red muff pop into my head unbidden.

"I will say I was amazed at what was happening. And it had an impact on me. I don't think you noticed, but I got myself off watching Tim eat you out. We came at the same time."

"No, I hadn't noticed. It hadn't even occurred to me that you would be so turned on."



"Oh yeah. That was the sexiest thing I have ever seen. And it seems to have released something in me. I'm not sure if Tim told you anything about dinner Saturday."

"All I know is who went out to dinner. He never really talked about it."

"Well I was in a weird mood and opted for the sluttiest outfit I ever have worn. All through dinner, Tim and Frank kept ogling my tits. As did the restaurant staff. And an old guy at the next table over with his wife. I even had a little accident on the way out to make sure he got a real good close look at my boobs. I do wonder what his wife said when they left," I add, chuckling.

"Tim, Alan and I all drank too much wine at dinner and then it poured on us on the way home"

"Yeah, I remember that shower coming through around 8:30."

"Well we got soaked and Mary's sundress was basically see through on her, as were my pants -- it became obvious that neither of us were wearing panties. And my silk blouse (with no bra) might as well have been blue spray paint. It left no question of the detailed shape of any part of my chest."

"What did you do?"

"Mary ran into her room to change -- or maybe just to get fucked by Frank a few more times. I should have gone back to get changed, but I announced I wanted a coffee to warm me up. Alan, showing neither of us were sober, decided that I needed to get out of the wet clothes, then and there in the middle of the kitchen. Tim said he was leaving, but didn't right away; he got a full frontal view of me before actually leaving."

"He certainly didn't mention that part of the night to me."

"I was wondering about that. Anyway, after warming me up, both temperature-wise and sexually, Alan put me on the counter and licked and nibbled me to two orgasms. Mary tried to sneak out to grab her purse when I had quieted down from the first. She ended up seeing me sitting nude on the counter while Alan was eating my pussy. So I showed off a lot more of me than I ever have before."



"We have that in common."

"I don't want to start flashing people on the street, but part of me likes the feeling of being watched. Alan has always liked to ogle me when he can catch me nude, and I would let him. And enjoy the attention. But the most skin I had probably shown anyone else was at the beach, and even there I wore pretty conservative one piece suits. These girls need a lot of support if nothing else," I say, hefting my boobs a bit with my hands.

Audrey responds, "I have been an exhibitionist since high school. I have always had to control an urge to flash some skin. You may not believe it now, but in college I generally wore clothes that didn't cover much. Just enough to stay legal. Any more was just to tease the guys. Everything changed when I went to look for a real job. I got an interview for my dream job, at one of the big national accounting firms. I found what I thought was an appropriate but flattering outfit. I got called back for a second interview and then a third, now with the regional manager, who was a senior partner in the whole firm.

"I was shown in by his secretary, who looked like she had been working for him for at least forty years, and sat down in the chair across the big desk from him. I pushed my resume across the desk and he glanced at it. Then he checked out my chest, not even trying to hide the stare. Then back at the resume, before finally looking me in the eyes. '4.0 and valedictorian, huh -- how many blow jobs did that take you?'. I turned bright red with anger and shouted 'I earned every one of those grades with hard work, you old bastard!' and stormed out. And then I cried for two days."

I could see the rage and tears welling up in her eyes even three years later.

"I didn't go to a fancy school, like you and Alan and Tim. I went to the local state college. I worked my butt off and got that 4.0 and earned being the valedictorian. I was not going to let my boobs and my sexuality ruin my career and my dreams. I spent about a week finding some outfits that would make me look less sexual and keep me on the straight and narrow. Shortly thereafter, Marty hired me here and the rest is history."

"And you do a good job here."

"As do you."

"Thanks, but what I mean is why not relax a bit now. Everyone here knows how talented you are; you are a valuable employee no matter how big your tits are."

"To be honest, I don't trust myself not to fall back on old habits. You know, giving a boob flash to some rando on the elevator who turns out to be our next big customer and is some fucking fundamentalist or something. He would probably demand a blow job and then get me fired. I think I had been suppressing it for so long, it all kind of exploded out on Friday."



I really had never even thought of giving anyone, even Alan, a boob flash on an elevator or anywhere else outside our bedroom (or I guess our kitchen). Just the thought of it has my pussy tingling. I can see how exhibitionism can become addicting.

"I'm uncomfortable with how much I showed myself off Saturday, even before the rain," I reply. "But I got an amazing buzz out of it."

"Yeah, there is nothing like the rush and the sense of control you get when you have some guy's complete attention."

"Alan and I are trying to think of controlled ways to release some of the need without going whole hog. I think he has a plan, but he hasn't told me yet."



We both sit quietly for a moment.

Breaking the silence, I say, "Changing subjects somewhat, how are things with Tim?"

"They seem real good so far, but it's only been a few days. And all night Friday and all of Saturday was almost non-stop fucking, at least until he had to go to your dinner. Just an occasional nap together. Oh, and feeding each other whatever we could find in his fridge when we got hungry."

"I teased him at dinner that you had worn him out so much he could barely walk."

"After having his giant dong shoved in me over and over again, I could still barely walk by Sunday dinner," she says. "There is something to be said for giant dicks like his, but that pleasure comes with a cost. Do you know how big he is?"



"Not until Friday, when I saw it up close and personal as he was pumping you full of cum in two different orifices," I reply, trying to be a bit snarky.

"And he is never getting the monster into my ass, so it's staying at two orifices!", she says, ignoring my snarkiness.

"Aside from sex, how did dinner on Sunday go?"

"So we had decided we needed to see if we were compatible out of bed. The sex was good enough that we would have kept going as fuck buddies indefinitely, but we were both hoping for more."



I reply, "Tim hasn't had a real significant other since his college girl friend moved to the midwest to go to grad school, after his junior year. Unlike his brother, he would like to be in a real relationship, not just easy access to a pussy."

"Yeah, I would like to have more than a walking cock. Or a walking big cock and a tongue in this case."

"He was good with that wasn't he?"

"Oh god, yes he is. But it sounds like Alan does okay with you on that front too."

"Oh, he takes very good care of me. In the bedroom and in the kitchen."

Audrey smirks at that.

"No I meant cooking, not countertop cunnilingus." I blush slightly.

"Ooh 'Countertop Cunnilingus' would make a smash hit cooking show, wouldn't it?"

"I still want to know how the dinner went," I say, trying to shift the conversation back.

"It was great. We talked all through dinner and through several rounds of coffee until the restaurant had to ask us to leave. Then we talked at his place for a while longer until I had to go home to get some sleep and worry about seeing you. And no sex at all. But I think we were still both exhausted from earlier in the weekend."

"Alan and I haven't had sex for three days now, either. I had ten mind-blowing orgasms, starting with the one watching you, in about 24 hours, which is a lot for me. But I bet you topped that."

"That would have been a lot for me before Friday. When I lost count Saturday, I was well beyond that. Remember, I hadn't been laid in three months. And a vibrator is nice, but it's just not the same."



"No it's not. So are you and Tim coming over for dinner Saturday?"

"I would love to if you and Alan want me."

"I want you to and Alan can go fuck himself if he objects. But he won't. He was pretty turned off by what he saw as your ice queen persona at work. But that facade is gone now. And I put up with that asshole Frank all the time."



"I didn't know you had such strong feelings about him."



"He really annoyed me this time. And I had a long girl talk with Mary Sunday morning while the guys were out doing some guy thing. She's going to break up with him soon. And with all the sex and all the blow jobs she gives him, he won't go down on her."

"Okay, he is an asshole."

"By the way, in your flasher days, did you ever flash women?"

"Only rarely when it felt right to me. Why?"

"Mary flashed me twice," I say. "At the time, I thought the first one might be an accident, but the second certainly wasn't."

"Do you think she is Bi? Are you?"



"She asked me that same question on Sunday. I said I hadn't thought so until I realized I was lusting after your body Friday."

Audrey blushes a bit at that and changed the subject. "Back to Saturday. My only request is that nothing sexual is going on. I don't want to make visiting you turn into a weekly orgy or something. You two are a big part of Tim's life, so you become important to me if this all works out. And I would like to stay friends with you even if things don't work out with Tim."

"I would not have expected Friday night to turn into a bonding event, but I feel like I trust you more already than anyone I have met in years. Of course we can be sex-free Saturday night. That was universally true until last weekend. I was thinking about dinner and watching a move in the living room. Do you like curry? Alan is planning on making a coconut chicken curry. His curries are warm and flavorful, but not burning hot, spice-wise."

"Curry sounds wonderful. I have an idea. How about a girl's shopping trip Saturday morning?"

"Sounds great! Meet at my place at 10:30?"

She nods just as the waiter brings our check. We pay and head back to work.

On the way back, I turned to her and say, "Sex and the City got that part right."

"Huh?"

"Talking about our sex lives can be a great bonding experience for women."

"For us, it's talking about the three f's: food, fashion and fucking. For guys, it's just fishing and football."

"Or gaming, at least for most the guys I know," I add.

I'm not really that into fashion, I think. Food and fucking sure.

I couldn't believe I had turned two casual acquaintances into much closer friendships in the last few days. I was not someone who usually made close friends, especially woman friends. Audrey and I now had a bond of trust I hadn't expected to find outside of my marriage. And the door was open for a longer term friendship with Mary, too.

The afternoon flies by, buoyed by my excitement to tell Alan all about our lunch.

When I get home, Alan is already throwing together a quick spaghetti dinner. I'm glad it is an eat at home night. Recounting some of my lunch-time conversation in a typical crowded restaurant would be awkward.

I rattle almost non-stop at Alan as he cooks. Audrey is becoming my new best friend. And her history. My pussy tingles again as I talked about her flashing randos. I recount how things were going with Tim. And the plans for Saturday. We are almost finished dinner by the time I really gave him a chance to say much.

"I have an idea that I think I can make work," he says. "Let's try making a sex tape."

"We tried that, it was pretty disappointing."

"I know that one sucked, but I think I know how to make a good one," he asserts. When Alan had thought through something, and was pretty sure it would work, it almost always did.

"The lighting was awful. And we only had one camera. And it didn't shoot very good video. I want to do this one professionally."

"You want to hire a camera crew and bring them into film us!!??"

"No, no, no. But we can light the room properly, rather than the one lamp we had on last time. And I figure we can use four cameras and I can edit them together to make a professional looking film.

"We can use each of our phones, which take really good video these days. I was thinking one at the end of the bed, looking back up at us and one over us looking down. My DSLR takes video as well and I have a tripod for that, so I will set that one up next to the side of the bed, looking across us. And I will hold the old gopro to get shots that need a special angle based on our activity at the moment.

"We can connect one of the cameras to the TV so we can watch ourselves while it happens. You can perform for the camera, instead of flashing randos. I think I can have it all set up for a Friday night shoot. Then I can pull the final thing together while you and Audrey are out shopping on Saturday."



"Who gets to watch the video?" I ask.



"Only who we BOTH agree to. While we are making it, you can imagine whoever you want watching it. I think that will give you the thrill you need. If you decide later that you actually want to show it to someone, and I agree, then you can get the sense of showing off again. Otherwise, just the two of us will ever see it."

And Alan will probably go in his office and perv out to it. But that's no worse, and probably better, than perving out to some random video he finds online.

To be honest, I was starting to get wet thinking about it.

"So do we need a script or something?" I ask.

"I don't think as far as a real script, but I think we should probably sketch out the sequence of things to reduce the futzing around time. I can edit out the transitions that seem awkward. I think we can start with you doing some kind of strip tease for the camera. And then you could give me some oral. If you are crouching over me, the camera at the end would see your pussy and then your hanging boobs framing your mouth sucking my cock. And then - "

I was starting to see his point. And get excited thinking about it. And very wet. Feeling playful, I cut him off. I stand up, come over to him, and turn his chair away from the table.

"So I would strip seductively, like this," I say, as I start unbuttoning my blouse, letting it slide off my shoulders to the floor. I reach back and unhook my bra, slowing exposing my breasts, much like Audrey had done just a few days ago in almost this same spot.