To Share Is Human update

Chat met up with Peter at the liquor store to help him pick out a bottle of wine for their date. He was hopeless at choosing wines, but very good at paying for them. 

She walked with him back to his place, just being in the company of Peter lifting her spirits after the weird conversation with Emma, which she put out of her mind. She much preferred to think about how admiringly Peter stared at her low-cut dress, which both pleased her and made her blush.

On the way, he talked politics with her. It was wonderful for Chat to have someone listening to her thoughts and feelings, Peter drawing them out of her with his receptive ear and eager conversation. She hadn’t even realized she had so many opinions to share!

He ushered her into his apartment. It didn’t have the best view in the city, but it did show off the boats moving through the Hudson River. And although a mishap had left Peter’s apartment temporarily unfurnished, Chat felt comfortable sitting on some oversized cushions with Peter.

He listened attentively as she told him about the aging of wine, the differences between assorted vintages…things that were like Greek to the casual drinker, but that Peter still absorbed with the most rapt attention. He flicked on the radio, eventually finding a classical music station—Chat clapped as she recognized the sound of Beethoven’s Third Symphony. It seemed to go just right with the champagne.

Their glasses were slowly drained, but instead of refilling either of them, Peter took her hand. Chat didn’t mind. His hand was nice and toasty after holding the chilled glass for so long. She was having a better time with him than she’d had in a long time. Was it because Emma’s plan had relieved her of certain worries or was she trying so hard not to think of Emma that she’d convinced herself she was enjoying herself without Emma’s help?

The ethereal music seemed to seek her out deep inside, where she was most tender, and she felt warm and safe and lovely. Maybe it was the wine. She might even have overdone it with the wine. She didn’t know if she could keep up with Peter’s smarts and charm at the moment. Chat felt overwhelmed.

When the symphony had reached its climax, Peter lay back on the floor, smiling unassumingly in a way that charmed Chat completely. She tucked her knees in front of her, hugging them to her chest, and enjoyed the sight of Peter’s contentment. For such a good man, happiness was so rare for him. She hoped he treasured it. She wanted to bask in his peace and serenity herself.

His grip on her hand tightened, now becoming a stroking interplay of the pads of his fingers, his thumb warmly arousing the skin on the back of her hand. He pulled at her, trying to bring her down beside him on the carpeted floor, but Chat almost instinctively pulled away. Her hand slipped out of his.

“I should have a glass of water to wash down that wine,” she blurted out, coming up to her feet.

Peter sat up too. “I can get that for you.”

“No, that’s fine, I’ll get it.” Hastily she moved to the kitchen, feeling the cool-warm spell of being in Peter’s intimate presence go away. Instead, she felt the spiky heat of the linoleum tile that had been emblazoned by the sun coming through the windows. 

Chat washed out her champagne glass and set it to dry on the rack, then fetched a more prosaic glass and filled it with water from the tap and ice from the refrigerator. For a moment, she drank and gathered herself, wondering how it was that she was so nervous. 

It was Emma—putting thoughts into her head about sex and straying and keeping her man. That wasn’t Chat and it wasn’t Peter. But she felt so obligated to screw him that the situation seemed sexual, positively charged! Maybe it really would be good for her, for both of them, if Emma took all those sexual urges of Peter’s off Chat’s hands.

Chat refilled her glass and went back out, only to nearly spill it. Emma was there, talking quietly with Peter in an outfit that was all volume—a black mesh shirt over a white bra with not nearly enough fabric to cover all of her massive breasts, and a skirt small enough to show how her garters rode over her firm thighs to latch onto her stockings. They were in black, contrasting sharply with the white skirt and Emma’s own creamy, tanned skin.

“Hey, Chat, look who stopped by?” Peter said guilelessly. 

“Hello roomie,” Emma breathed. “I was just bringing Peter up to speed on your fun little idea.” She glanced meaningfully at Peter. “Chat thinks the three of us should spend more time together and I tend to agree.”

“Well, Chat is one smart girl,” Peter replied.

“I’m glad we’re agreed. Since you and Chat know each other so well, and Chat and I know each other so well, that just means we need to get to know each other better.” Emma took off the mesh top. With only her bra and white gold skin, she looked even more incredible.

“Emma, what are you doing?” Peter asked, sounding more confused than anything else.

Emma laughed at his naiveté and opened up her bra, exposing her firm, cherry-tipped breasts. Then she undid her skirt and stepped out of it. Her panties came last. She left her high heels on the same way she did her diamond earrings and pearl necklace. 

“Your turn, Chat,” Emma cooed, nearing the girl, reaching out to undo the first few buttons on Chat’s blouse.

“Why are you doing this?” Chat demanded, mortified.

The buttons popped open, despite Chat’s halfhearted efforts to get away from Emma’s ruthless fingers. “That’s why,” Emma said, as Chat’s lush breasts sprang into view. 

Peter’s eyes bulged, finally getting to see Chat’s supple cleavage with only a thin bra still trying to keep them hidden.

“See, Peter? They may not be as big as mine, but they certainly are perfect in their own way,” Emma boasted, massaging Chat’s tits as proudly as if they were her own. “And they definitely don’t need any support.”

Quick as a striking sneak thief, Emma snaked her fingers to the bra’s clasp and released it. Her tits popped right out of the falling bra, jiggling until they stopped.

Chat turned bright red. “Emma, how could you?” she gasped, crossing her arms over her chest in an attempt to hide from Peter—and, she realized, from Emma.

“Chat, please, we were just talking about how smart you were. If you don’t have anything intelligent to say, please shut up. Peter here will help me put you at ease…”

Without ever seeming to break her strutting stride, Emma was at Peter’s side in the wink of an eye. She unbuckled his belt and unzipped his fly. Chat gaped with astonishment at how brazen Emma was being with her boyfriend—and at the bulge she revealed in Peter’s boxers.

“There,” Emma said with a grinning flourish, working Peter’s manhood out through the part in his boxers. “No need to be embarrassed now, Chat. Peter doesn’t have anything to hide either!”

Peter’s cock was the longest, thickest, most promising thing Chat had ever seen and it was suddenly being brandished right at her. The head and shaft seemed as big as a billy club and his balls looked like they could supply enough cum to pump both her and Emma full.

“Oh!” Chat squeaked. “Geez… gee whiz…”

Emma got down on her knees in front of Peter, daintily setting her slender fingers on his massive cock to bring it to her lips. But it was plain to see how eagerly her blue lips parted to let him in, only stopping to blow lightly on his trembling erection. 

“Well, it certainly is worth admiring,” Emma teased her shocked friend. “But let me show you what else you can do with it.”

Peter’s member twitched at the feel of Emma’s hot breath. Almost involuntarily, he jerked his hips forward, and sighed with contentment when Emma accepted his manhood into her puckered lips. She ran her tongue all over his burgeoning cockhead, then sucked on it hard, making Peter’s cock surge and cover her tongue with precum.

“Oh yes, fuck, use that tongue!” Peter gasped, feeling Emma’s expertise make his prick as stiff as it could be. He looked at Chat, and his pleasure seemed to increase as he met her eyes while Emma went down on him. “Come here. You’re not really going to let Emma have all the fun, are you?”

Realizing that there was nothing to stop her from joining in on this sex, and no one to know about it except the three of them, Chat removed her open blouse and pointless bra. Her skirt came next, then she took off her pantyhose, the clinging nylon coming off her silky smooth legs with tantalizing ease. She dropped the hose onto the floor, then eased off her panties—all the way down her long legs. She drew out the process provocatively, knowing she had Peter’s full attention even with Emma devouring his prick. And when her panties were at her ankles, she bent to work them off her feet, showing Peter a lingering view of her cunt and tight little sphincter.

Peter felt a heady sense of stupefaction, like the pressure of Emma’s mouth and the sight of Chat’s pussy were the same thing for a moment and he was in two places at once. He felt his member throbbing, about to erupt, and he grabbed Emma’s head to ease her off his cockhead before she could suck his load right out of it. 

“That’s enough, Emma. I think Chat should have a turn, if you don’t mind.”

“Not at all, Peter,” Emma purred. Now that her face was free, she turned to enjoy the sight of Chat’s nudity. “I think Chat and I can find something else to do while you’re occupied.”

“Then I should do something about how overdressed I am,” Peter said zealously, pulling at what remained of his clothing until he was as naked as the two of them. 

“Down on all fours, Chat,” Emma ordered, lying down on the carpet, spreading her legs to reveal her dripping sex. “I sucked your boyfriend, now you suck me. It’s only fair you thank me for that hard-on that’s about to send you to heaven!”