"So, what's the purpose of this trip again?"

"We're going out to dinner," Audrey explained, the slightest hint of exasperation in her voice, "and then we're going to stay the night in the hotel."

"Why? We live fifteen minutes away."

"Because we're having a nice, romantic evening and that does not include going home and watching ESPN or CNN or any other initialed network. It only includes having lots and lots of sex in strange beds."

"Well, if you'd mentioned that earlier, I wouldn't have been complaining all afternoon." Drue turned his head briefly and flashed her a lecherous smile. "Surely you've learned in seven years of marriage that it's always good to mention the sex up front?"

"I had hoped you'd graduated above the level of Neanderthal. I was grossly mistaken, as you've managed to prove so eloquently." She crossed her arms over her chest, leaning against the door as she watched him, his hands as smooth on the wheel as they were on her body.

"I thought you liked it when I played caveman." Drue's eyebrow shot up promisingly, causing Audrey to giggle. "Me want woman."

"Put it away, Fred Flintstone. There'll be time enough for that later."

"Fred want to fuck Wilma on side of road and make her scream like saber-toothed banshee."

"Wilma's going to kick Fred's ass if he doesn't pay attention to the road instead of his dick." She settled back in her seat, brushing Drue's thigh with the tips of her fingers. "Trust me, we suffer through this dinner and then we have all night to indulge in more primal matters."

"Okay. Now I get the overnight part, which was my chief concern initially, but now you've got to explain to me why we're having dinner with Jen and Doug and Joey and Pacey."

"It's this thing we do. Normally we have lunch once a month and then go shopping. However, this month, we weren't able to do it, so instead, we decided we'd subject all of you to hearing us talk about how cute the waiter's butt is in his tight black pants."

"While we talk about how obviously gay he is?"

"And, since the stores will be closed by the time we're finished, and we didn't feel up to having our usual girlie orgy, we though we'd put out for you guys."

"Wait; let's back up to the girlie orgy part of these meetings. Why was I not informed about this monthly activity? Because I can make a standing date to watch some of that."

"Pity you weren't around when we were videotaping them."

Drue groaned. "Okay, you're officially killing me here." He shook his head. "Nope. No way. You get together with Lindley and Potter. Now, Jen I could see spreading her legs for your luscious and talented tongue, but Potter's way too uptight. Not to mention undoubtedly too tight all around."

"Should I be worried that you've devoted thought to the pussies of my best friends?"

"Only if I've done more than thought about 'em, darlin'." He caught his breath as her hand finally moved up, tracing the outline of his cock against his slacks. "And if I've devoted anything to either of them in a long time."

"Mmm-hmm. I'll keep that in mind." She turned again, moving closer. Her hand slipped his zipper down then slid inside his fly. Drue groaned as she stroked him through his silk boxers, the sleek material caressing his skin. "And if this is the result, maybe you should keep their respective pussies in mind."

"I assure you, it's all the present company."

"Oh yeah?" She dropped her voice and leaned forward, her words hot on his skin. "You're telling me you aren't thinking of me between Jen's legs while Joey fucks me with the strap on?"

"Oh…fuck." Drue jerked the car back into the lane, ignoring the honking coming from behind them as Audrey moved back, smiling as she relaxed in her seat. "You're evil."

"I know. But that's why you love me."

Pacey covered his yawn with his hand as Joey looked around the sumptuous lobby. She looked over at him worriedly. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing," he assured her. "I'm a little tired, but I'm sure Drue's incessant blather will keep me up throughout dinner."

"It's not dinner I'm worried about," she reminded him huskily.

Pacey growled playfully and grabbed her, pulling her body against his. His cock pressed against her ass, the silk of her dress clinging to his slacks. "Nothing to worry about there, Potter."

"You know, I did take your name when we got married." She leaned back against him, shifting slightly so she could rub him discreetly. Pacey growled again, this one whispered against her skin.

"As I recall, there were a lot of things of mine you took when we got married." He nibbled the bare skin of her shoulder. "Took my cock in your mouth, inside you." He found her earlobe and licked the smooth edge. "Took me on the dining room table, the living room sofa, the bathtub, the kitchen sink…"

Joey giggled softly, grabbing his hands as they slid around her, pressing downward. Capturing them, she brought them back up to her waist, only to have to grab them again as he reached for her breasts. "Behave."

"I am behaving. Badly, but behaving nonetheless." He sucked the taste of her perfume from her skin. "What do you say we skip dinner and go straight to the room? I want you to take something of mine again."

"You're not getting out of dinner, no matter how sexy you are."

"Really?" His voice danced along her nerve endings. He thrust slightly, pressing his erection into her. "You want me to quit trying then?"

"No," she assured him, giggling softly. "Witter's aren't quitters."

"I told you that, did I?" He rested his hands on her hips, leaning back against the wall, spreading his legs slightly and pulling her back into him.

"I don't remember if you told me or just proved it." She tilted her head as he began kissing her shoulder and neck, his tongue trailing over her flesh. "Either way, it was a lesson I won't soon forget."

"There are lots of things I can do that you won't soon forget," he promised her.

"Like what?"

"Well, I could turn you around, lift that sexy skirt up about three inches and fuck you senseless in front of everyone in this damn lobby." His voice was deep and seductive, full of promise. "My cock inside you, my fingers on your clit until you screamed for mercy and then a little bit longer until you screamed in ecstasy. Or I could set you down over there on the piano, tell the guy to take off, then lick that wet pussy of yours while I played a catchy tune."

She laughed softly, the sound catching as he slipped one of his hands behind her, letting it slide down along her dress to the hem of her short skirt, lifting it slightly. His fingers pressed lightly to the damp material between her legs, rubbing it. "Pacey."

"Yeah?" He licked the hollow behind her ear. His fingers pressed harder for a moment then he withdrew them, bringing them up to his mouth. "Can't blame me for wanting an appetizer, can you, Potter?"

"That's not much of one." She turned around in his arms, keeping some distance between them. "Maybe you'd better take me over to the piano. I'd hate for you to starve while we waited for everyone to show up."

"You do know that if you so much as act slightly serious about that, I'm at the point where I'll do it."

"You'd spoil Doug's evening with Jen if he had to arrest us for indecent exposure and lewd acts."

"Orally pleasuring my wife is considered a lewd act?"

"To anyone who isn't a voyeur. Or you. Or me." She stepped closer and brushed her hand over the top of his cock. "But I think it most assuredly is to your older brother."

"He spoils all my fun."

"Not all of it, just the exhibitionist element of it." She kissed him softly, tasting a hint of herself on his parted lips. "And just remember, after dinner, we'll disappear upstairs and you can do all those naughty things you've been tempting me with."

"You're so fucking wet, Jo." He sucked her lower lip into his mouth, melting it into a kiss as he pulled her against him, slipping one leg between both of hers. "Can't we just go up to the room really quick and come back down? We'll be fashionably late."

"You think you'll be satisfied with a quickie?" She grabbed his hand and pressed it against her again, rubbing it over her clit. His fingers were wet from just the light contact. "I'm wet and ready enough to go all night. I can assure you I'm not going to settle for just a quickie."

"This is going to be the longest dinner of my life."

Doug glanced at Jen as the bell sounded, stepping to the side as the elevator doors opened, his hand holding them back as she entered the empty car. Moving in behind her, he waited until the doors shut then pressed the stop button.

"We're going to be late."

"Ask me if I care." He stepped toward her, lifting her easily onto the rail that lined the car. Jen smiled and parted her legs, allowing him to slip between them. "In fact, ask me if I care about anything right now beyond seeing if that chocolate you were eating in the car tastes as good on your lips as it did when I sucked it off your fingers."

His tongue invaded her mouth, slipping past her open lips to find her tongue, capturing it with his own and sucking on it. Jen moaned, grinding forward against him. Her legs wrapped around his, her heels digging into her ass.

Doug pulled away, his breathing shallow. Jen smiled at him, her eyes hazy with desire. "Does it?"

"What?" He kissed her again; keeping her from responding until he reluctantly pulled back, his lungs demanding air.

"Taste as good."

"How would I know that yet?" He nibbled her neck, pushing the strap of her dress off as he continued down her shoulder. "As I recall, Mrs. Witter, the chocolate was much lower than that."

"I'm pretty sure you got all that."

"I don't know." He slid a hand up her nylon-clad thigh, over the lace edge to her smooth skin. "I feel like I wasn't very thorough."

"Doug, I came four times."

He shook his head, letting his fingers slip under her panties to the warmth beneath. "Only four? I was slacking." He brushed the swollen flesh, inhaling her gasp as he found her lips again. "Let me make it up to you."

She shook her head, pulling away from the intoxicating heat of his kiss. "Not right now. We have to get to dinner."

"Dinner can wait," he assured her, rubbing her clit gently, touching her so lightly she squirmed, her body searching for harder contract. "You want me inside you."

"Yes," she agreed, her expression tortured. "But we have to go to dinner." Reaching down, she moved his hand away from her then slid to her feet. Pressing his advantage, Doug pinned her to the wall, towering over her. "Doug…"

"No means no," he agreed, lifting his hand to her mouth and slipping his damp fingers between her lips. "Just tell me if you taste chocolate." His tongue replaced his fingers and Jen wrapped her arms around his neck, allowing him to lift her again. Her legs went around his waist once more, pulling his cock hard against her. Breaking the kiss, he sighed. "No?" "No chocolate."

"Damn." He set her on her feet and backed away, gripping the bar on the other side of the elevator. "I suppose I should press go then."

"Yeah," she agreed covering the short distance between them. She ran her hand over his cock, her palm flat against it, pressing lightly on the hard flesh. "We should go."

"Going…" Doug groaned softly as she began stroking him through the thin fabric. "Coming. Whichever you want to do, Jen. Although I don't think it's hard to guess my preference."

"No pun intended?"

Doug reached down and lowered his zipper, guiding Jen's hand inside. She stroked him through his boxer briefs, whimpering at the thick hardness against her hand. "Let me inside?"

She shivered and kissed him, his hips thrusting forward, moving against her hand. Pulling back, Jen forced herself to breathe, releasing him and stepping to the elevator doors. Her smile promised everything as she touched the control panel, setting the car in motion. "After dinner."

"That was excruciating." Drue moaned as he flopped down on the bed. His hand closed around the knot of his tie and loosened it. "It was almost enough to make me lose my hard on."

Audrey grinned as she leaned against the hotel room door. "But not quite?"

"Not quite."

She moved closer, circling the bed, her hand trailing lightly over his body. "So I see."

He grabbed her hand and brought it closer, brushing his cock with the tips of her fingers. "Feel free to do more than see, Audrey."

"I thought I explained to you, Drue." She shook her head sadly. "This night is going to be a long one. We're not checking out until 11am tomorrow and we're going to spend just about ever second of that time prolonging the pleasure." She sat donw on the edge of the bed, allowing her hand to apply the slightlest pressure to his cock. "Undertand?"

"Yeah," he breathed hotly.

"Good. Now," she leaned down, her lips against his ear, her breath racing along his nervous system, "be a good boy and go down to the car and get my things?"

"Do I have to?"

"No," Audrey shrugged, pulling away, her smile full of promise. "But you'll regret it immensely if you don't."

Joey stared out the window at the dark sky, tracing invisible patterns on the glass. Pacey handed her a glass and sat on the edge of the bed. "The finest the mini-bar had to offer."

"Thanks."

"And, just so you know, we're now indebted to this hotel for the rest of our lives."

"I noticed the prices." She shook her head. "You shouldn't have gone for both mini-bottles. We would have only had to sacrifice our first born."

"I figured, what the hell? Besides, maybe I'll splurge later and pour another bottle all over your skin and suck it off." He stood up and walked over to her, moving behind her easily. His mouth was cool on her skin, the sliver of ice on his tongue slipping down into her dress.

"Pacey!" She shrieked softly, turning in his arms. "That was cold!"

"I figured you were hot enough to melt it before it became too bothersome." He grinned hungrily. "And wouldn't you know it? I was right."

"you're incorrigible."

"No. I've been waiting through the longest two-hour dinner of my life just for the opportunity to slide that dress off of you and rub my tongue over your clit until you begged me to stop."

"So what are you waiting on?"

"You to put that drink down."

Joey set the drink on the table behind her, fending him off with her hand. "One more thing before you put your tongue to work?"

"What's that?"

She stepped back and picked up the keys to the car. "Go out and get my things?"

"Mmm." Doug whispered against Jen's lips as he pressed her to the bathroom door, using his foot to kick the main door closed. He pulled away and licked his lips, his eyes closing for a moment. "More chocolate for dessert. You do love me."

"It was fun watching you squirm at the table."

"I wasn't squirming," he assured her, his hands moving up to cup her breasts through the sheer fabric of her bodice.

She shook her head. "You were squirming." Her lips found his neck, licking the slight indentation just above his collar. "I was watching you and with every bite that slipped past my lips, every time I slid that fork in and out of my mouth slowly, you were wriggling around your chair like a worm on a hook."

"I was merely attempting to alleviate some of the pressure you were putting on my cock."

"I wasn't anywhere near you, Doug."

"There was still pressure." He bent his head and found her mouth, kissing her long and hard until they both broke away panting. "Trust me."

Drue kissed Joey softly, shifting uncomfortably. Joey smiled as she pulled back. "We don't have to kiss."

"Thank you."

Drue's wet tongue trailed along the inside of Joey's thigh, the scent of her new and strange, so different from Audrey. He took a deep breath, inhaling her for a long moment before lifting his head, watching her through hooded eyes. Her naked body was splayed out on the bed, her hair tangled around her head, her nipples hard and peaked above the flat plane of her stomach.

He wanted her. He could admit that, at least to himself, had wanted to try her for a long time. She was warm and wet and willing. He kissed the inside of her thigh and moved forward, inching his way closer to the damp dark curls that clung to her skin. She jumped slightly as his chin brushed her skin, the roughness of his late night stubble rasping over her skin.

"Sorry."

"Why?" She asked the word softly, the question loaded.

"It's rough," he rubbed his chin ruefully. "You're probably used to sweet slow lovemaking, right? Isn't that what Witter gives you? You're like his princess, high up on her pedestal, and he makes love to you ever night, never fucks you."

"You think that's what I like? What we like?" Joey smiled as she sat up, her long legs surrounding him. She slid off the bed, walking naked over to the suitcase perched on the luggage rack. She glanced at him over her shoulder as she bent over, the view of her ass curved in front of him not nearly as arousing as the soft swell of pink visible between her slightly parted legs. "You're a daring kind of guy, aren't you, Drue?"

"I'm in a hotel room about to fuck one of my best friend's wives, possibly with his consent, given that he's either fucking my wife or his brother's wife." He reached down and touched his cock, embarrassed by how turned on the thought made him. "I guess that kind of qualifies as daring. Or at least really fucking understanding."

She turned, her hands moving behind her back before he could see what she held in them. "And your mission tonight, as per Audrey's instructions, is to give me what I want, right? To do whatever you can to make me happy?"

His cock was aching in his hand, so hard and hot. "That's what the note said."

"I want you to bend me over your knee, Drue." Joey stood directly in front of him, bringing her hand from behind her back, offering him a long, slim paddle. "I want you to turn me over your knee and make my ass so red I won't be able to sit down for a week. I want you to spank me until I cry out, until my come is running down my legs, until I orgasm, twitching and squirming on your lap." She was panting slightly, just the words turning her on. "Will you do that for me, Drue?"

"Would that make you happy?" He managed to force the words out.

"Very, very happy, Drue."

He stared at her nipples, watching them quiver with excitement, the hard tips a deep rose color against her tanned skin. Lowering his eyes, he reached out, touching the damp curls between her legs with his fingertip, rubbing them then bringing his wet finger to his lips. "No."

"no?" She released a slow breath, disappointment etched on her face.

"Because I want you bent over, holding onto that chair the first time I spank you. And if you get hot enough from that, maybe then I'll put you on my lap."

Joey shuddered, the paddle almost slipping from her fingers as her body reacted to his words. She shifted, her skin flushed with anticipation as Drue stood, taking the paddle from her hand. Reaching out, he tweaked her nipple with just enough pressure to border on pain. At her stitled gasp, he smiled hungrily.

"Have you been a bad girl, Joey?"

Her breath left her in a full body shake. "yes."

"And bad girls need to be punished, don't they?"

She nodded this time, her legs pressed together, shifting again as heat flooded her. "Yes."

He put one hand on her shoulder and turned her away from him, facing the chair he'd indicated earlier. His hand smoothed over her ass, feeling the soft skin before patting it lightly. "Hands on the seat, feet together, ass up in the air, Joey." He slid his arm around the front of her, just below her neck and pulled her back against him before she could walk away, his cock hard against her ass. "And you'd better do it just like I like it, or I might have to punish you some more."

Joey walked slowly in front of Drue, enjoying the anticipation that hammered in her chest, through her blood. Reaching the chair, she leaned forward, grasping the seat, raising up on her tiptoes and tilting her ass up toward Drue. She glanced back at him, much as she had by the suitcase, and watched him watch her, his cock hard and throbbing as he sheathed it in the condom before running his fingertips over her ass.

"So sweet and innocent," he laughed. "You've never been that, have you, Joey? You've probably liked it rough since the day you first got it. You've probably wanted it down and dirty, hot and sweaty, haven't you? You probably like sucking cock, don't you?" He paused and when she didn't answer, he dug his nails lightly into her flesh. "Answer me."

"Yes. I like sucking cock."

"Do you finger yourself when you do it, Joey?" Drue's voice became less strident, silkier. "Do you run your fingers over your clit as you're sucking Pacey's cock?"

"Sometimes," she admitted.

"Do you like it rough?"

"Sometimes."

"does he take you from behind, Joey?" His voice had a soft, sing-song quality, cajoling, knowing. "Does he hold your ass and fuck you from behind?" He waited in her silence, his cock hardening further as he lifted the paddle, rubbing it against her ass. "Does he fuck you in the ass, Joey?" He moved it away from her skin, feeling the tension in the air, radiating off her. His free hand snaked down between her thighs and felt the wetness pooled there. "Does he?"

She didn't answer and he brought the paddle forward, the short distance giving her just a quick, sharp sting. She sucked in air, holding it then letting it out in one long breath. She squirmed slightly, sending a thin river of liquid down to Drue's finger as he slipped it back between her legs.

"Does he do this to you?" Drue let his finger move higher, rubbing it over the swollen skin of her labia, teasing her with a light touch. "Does he bend you over and tell you what a bad girl you are?"

Joey pressed her lips together, holding back an answer, holding back the temptation to moan. Drue's finger moved away, his other hand pressing the paddle against her skin, sometimes tracing patterns with just the rim, other times smoothing the whole flat surface over her.

"He probably doesn't, does he? That's why you want it from me? That's why you're here, all wet and hot, waiting for what he doesn't give you? Are you ashamed of being a bad girl, Joey?"

He brought the paddle back, farther this time, then swung it forward, the sudden impact forcing a gasp from her. He removed the paddle, tracing the faint pink mark with his fingertip. "you're so fucking wet, Joey." His hand moved down and he thrust two fingers inside her, bathing them with her arousal. Freeing them, he brought them to her mouth and held them there. "Taste it."

She shook her head and he swung the paddle again, harder this time. Her mouth opened, no sound coming out as Drue slipped his fingers into her mouth. Joey sucked them hard, her tongue sneaking between them to lick away every drop, reluctant to release them as Drue tugged them back. He smiled as she continued sucking, swinging the paddle again.

"Oh." Joey gasped, releasing him. She danced in place, shifting from foot to foot as he reached down again, feeling her clit this time. The hard nub was slick under his fingers, hot to the touch.

"Tell me you like it, Joey."

She shook her head and he swung the paddle once more, hard and fast, repeating the gesture over and over until Joey released a hungry moan, her arms trembling as they held her over the chair. Liquid flowed freely down her legs, tiny droplets sneaking down her skin as she quivered, her orgasm rocketing through her, leaving behind tiny aftershocks that shook her.

Drue dropped the paddle and knelt at her feet, easing her legs further apart. Capturing the lowest drop, he licked his way up her leg, again and again, his tongue marking trails over her skin until he reached her sex, penetrating her with his tongue as he teased his thumb over her clit.

Joey throbbed above him, her muscles constricting as he touched her, soft whimpered moans breaking past her parted lips dissolving into a full-fledged, hungry groan as he replaced his tongue with his fingers, his thumb pressed hard to the tight muscle of her sphincter. She shook, coming again, bathing his fingers.

"Oh fuck," he breathed, standing on legs that he wasn't sure would hold him, leaning over her, his hands on the arms of the chair just above hers. Joey shuddered beneath him, her body reacting as the rough hairs on his chest scraped over her back, the dark curls that framed his cock clinging to her skin as he pressed the tip of his cock to her wet opening. "I'm going to fuck you, Joey."

"Yes," she nodded feverishly, swallowing hard as he thrust inside her, slick and hot, her body clenching around him. He groaned, the noise hot on the skin of her neck as he licked the salty sweat from her body. He moved slowly and deliberately inside her, every thrust so measured and careful that Joey thought she might scream.

"You like that," he whispered.

"Jesus, Drue," she gasped, "fuck me."

"I thought you'd never ask," he growled, straightening up enough to grab her hips, suddenly slamming into her, hard and fast and again and again. Joey rose further on her toes, her lower lip trapped tightly between her teeth as she bit back her scream, her body contracting, muscles tightening around his cock, her orgasm coating him.

Drue muttered a muffled curse, his fingers digging into her hips as he held her still, his body rocking harder and harder into hers until he stilled, buried as deeply as he could get, finally dissolving into a hard shake as he came, pulsing hot and thick inside her.

Drue eased away from Joey, his hand curled around the base of his cock holding the condom as he stepped back. She shuddered as he left her body, curling up on the floor at the foot of the chair.

"Are you okay?"

"So long as I don't have to move for a couple of years." She looked up at him, humor in her dark eyes. "You?"

"Well, my ass isn't bright red, so I'm marginally better than you." He watched as Joey's hand slipped behind her, rubbing the warm flesh. "Did I hurt you?"

"A little," she shrugged. "That's part of it."

"Does Witter do that to you?"

"Occassionally," she shrugged again. "He's always afraid he's going to hurt me." She grinned this time, shifting as she did so and shuddering with another wave of awareness. "I knew you'd have no compunction about that."

"I wouldn't hurt you."

"I knew that too." Joey got to her feet slowly, using the chair for support. "I really need to lie down."

Drue put his arm around her and helped her to the bed. Joey sat down and hissed, quickly lying on her side. "You sure you're okay?"

"Yeah." She reached back and rubbed her ass again. "Trust me, I'll be doing this all night, reliving the moment. Soemtimes, when it's done right, I can come just from rubbing it." She looked up at him, surprised by what she'd said. "Did I overshare?"

"No, but you sure as fuck just turned me on again." He gave a rueful glance at his cock. "What are the rules to this night?"

"There aren't any rules," Joey shrugged. "It's one night out of our lives that doesn't have any other connection to any other part. Nothing that happens tonight gets mentioned again. I don't tell Pacey what you did to me, you don't tell Audrey what we did. You and I act like it never happened."

"I get that," he admitted with a dubious shrug. "I meant tonight."

"You mean can you fuck me again?"

He nodded, watching her hand as it smoothed over her ass. "Yeah."

"You know what the best part about getting a spanking is, Drue?" Joey turned on her back, spreading her legs invitingly.

"What's that?" He asked, his throat suddenly dry.

"Afterwards, the skin is tender and hot. And when you've got someone on top of you, thrusting inside you, weighing you down, rubbing you against the sheet or comforter or whatever, it makes you want to come so bad you could scream."

"is that a really long way of saying yes?"

"I can't believe Jen would agree to this." Doug glanced over his shoulder at Audrey, keeping his eyes above the sheet that barely covered her breasts. She was obviously upset and trying not to show it. "It's not that I don't think you're attractive, Audrey, but I'm in love with my wife, you're married and I'm assuming in love with your husband and there's no way in hell I'm going to let anything happen tonight between us so you might as well just put on something to sleep in."

"Don't you have any fantasies?" She asked innocently, her blue eyes wide. "Anything that you dream about when Jen's off at work and you can't fall asleep?"

"No."

"What do you think about when you masturbate?"

"I think about Jen."

"Doing what?" Audrey kept her tone light, her smile open and honest. "Laundry? Cooking? Dancing? Riding you? Strapped to the bed?"

"Just Jen."

"Standing there? Naked? Clothed? Is she masturbating too? Does she have a cock inside her? Are you fucking her? Are her legs wrapped around your head while you lick her out?"

"Just Jen."

"Shall I tell you what my fantasies are?"

"It won't matter."

"When I was in college, I roomed with Joey, so I got to know all her friends pretty well, as you obviously know. But the first year, it was mostly me and Jen and Jack hanging around together. We got to know each other, laughed, became friends. But sometimes, when I was alone in my room because Joey was off studying or whatever, I'd lie there in my bed and I'd think about Jen." Doug didn't respond and she lowered her voice slightly. "Just Jen."

"Doing what?" His voice was just as soft, slightly curious, slightly mocking.

"The first time, she and I were studying on my bed," she chuckled softly, sexily. "That's how I knew it was a fantasy, because studying didn't happen in real life." The corner of Doug's mouth lifted in a smile and she kept going. "I was having a really hard time with one of my classes, so she told me that for every answer I got right, she'd take off a piece of clothing."

"and you became a master student?"

"It was a fantasy," Audrey shrugged. "The subject of my class immediately became MTV shows."

"Tough class."

"It graded on a curve." Audrey slid off the edge of the bed and sat on the floor. "She asked me a question about TRL and I told her the answer was Carson Daly. And then she wasn't wearing a sock. I lifted her foot to my mouth and I sucked on her big toe while hse asked me the next question. And she lost another sock. And then another. And her panties came off." She got on her hands and knees, slowly crawling toward Doug, every word another movement closer to him. "Then another. No more shirt. Another." His eyes were intent on her face, desire burning behind the cool blue. "No more bra."

Doug shifted in his seat, his hand adjusting the hard bulge underneath his slacks.

"I kissed my way up her thigh, stopping just at the hem of her skirt. She stopped me because I hadn't gotten there yet. So I lay her back on my bed and I started sucking her nipples. She liked it. She moaned, tangled her hands in my hair, practically smothered me against that creamy white skin. God, her nipples were tight and pink and hard." Audrey stopped at Doug's feet, raising up on her knees and leaning on his legs, her bare breasts warm against his shins. "So sweet. Her skin was sweet and soft and melted in my mouth like candy. But she wouldn't ask another question," Audrey got to her feet and slipped onto the chair, straddling Doug, pinning him in the close confines. "So I couldn't get under her skirt."

"What did you do?" He lifted his hand, gently touching her stomach just above her navel.

"I slid my fingers underneath it anyway. And she was so wet. So wet and hot and I wanted to taste her there as well. I wanted to bury my head between her thighs and have her legs wrapped around me until I couldn't breathe anything but her. And I'd slide my fingers inside her like I was sliding my fingers inside myself and I fuck her and touch her clit until she shook all around me like I was shaking because I was coming because I wanted her so much that I couldn't help myself."

Doug's hand stilled just below her breast. The hard nipple was just a touch away and her body strained toward his. "You said that was the first time?"

"The first of many."

His hand moved and his thumb brushed her nipple. Audrey sucked in a breath as Doug moved his hand, curving it around the ample flesh, letting it rest in his hand. "Tell me."

"Shall I tell you my favorite?"

He nodded, his hands continuing to move over her breasts, caress them slowly, gently, deliberately. "Yes."

"We were at a frat party and these guys had been hitting on us all night." She stopped briefly as he captured her nipples, rolling them gently. When he released them, she breathed again, gasping as he waited until she relaxed before touching them again.

"Go on."

"We'd been drinking a little but were both mostly sober. I followed her into this room that was nice and quiet because we were trying to avoid these two goons. We're in the dark and the room is nice and warm, filled with coats from outside where it's snowing, so it's a little humid in the room, you know? Dewy."

He nodded, his hand leaving her breast to trail down over her stomach.

"She lays back on the bed and I kind of fall back too, deliberately so that we end up touching. She doesn't move for a minute and then she shifts, turning so that she's looking down at me. And she kisses me. Soft and gentle at first then I wind my hand around her neck and pull her down to me and her tongue's in my mouth and we're kissing and touching and rolling around on this big bed of coats - furs and letter jackets and windbreakers and scarves and mittens and gloves - and it's soft and all these different textures and then I'm on top of her and I'm between her legs and I can feel the heat radiating off her too and it's just as humid."

Doug hands roamed over Adurey's stomach, one slipping lower to brush the dark blonde curls at the apex of her thighs. "Dewy?"

Laura: I want to do a wife-swapping fic called "insider trading".
Roly: Who are the couples that are being swapped?
Laura: The girls could plan it. Hee. Take the guys to a hotel, supposedly for a romantic evening, disappear and then send a new girl in with a note.
Laura: It could be Audrey with Doug, Jen with Pacey, Joey with Drue? That'd be the "swapped" result.
Laura: It could be Joey/Pacey, Audrey/Drue and Jen/Doug initially? Or should it be Jen/Drue and Audrey/Doug?
Roly: And I think the actual couplings are more plausible, if that matters. I can see Jen/Doug and Audrey/Drue being the marrieds.
Laura: I can just see the notes though: "Honey, I got you a present. Her name's ___________"

5/15/03