Ed’s face. Oh my God, if I only had a camera in that moment I would have taken a photo just to show him what he looked like. Mind you, a photo of that scene would have kept me warm and relaxed all night, I can tell you. And Coren, the little slut, he knew exactly what he was doing.
No shame, that one.
I shook my head as Coren grinned at me, trying to keep a straight, disapproving face, but quickly losing the battle. As I inclined my head, snorting out a laugh, Hugh made his feelings very clear.
“What the hell, you guys? I’m gone for one evening and this happens?”
“Hugh, look, I don’t know what…”
That was the last straw. Ed trying to explain the situation just had me in stitches. What was he going to say? It wasn’t what it looked like? I mean, come on, how could it be anything else?
Even as the tears started rolling down my cheeks though, I felt bad. What if they’d walked in on me and my room-mate Sophia in a compromising position like that? Yeah, I wouldn’t have been pleased.
I clasped a hand on Hugh’s shoulder. “Don’t be mean,” I said, wiping away tears with my free hand as I turned to Ed. His cock was still so hard, dripping with soap bubbles… quite, quite tempting… “Ed, seriously.” I forced my eyes up to his face. “You have absolutely nothing to be ashamed of. We’re all friends here. It’s nothing I haven’t seen before. Next time though, might be a good idea to close the bathroom door. We’ll go.” I squeezed Hugh’s shoulder. “Come on, let’s leave them to it.”
“Oh.” Coren sounded disappointed, and I turned a hard stare on him.
“You are a bad boy.”
Hugh and I had been together for almost a year, but Coren had been my best friend since high school and I’d known Ed for years. It was Coren who introduced me and Hugh, and Coren who offered Hugh a room when his tenancy agreement ran out. I knew full well that he didn’t really see any difference between sex with women and sex with men.
I was also aware that he fancied the pants off Ed. I mean, Coren isn’t the kind of person to keep things to himself. No details are spared. I know all about his masturbatory thoughts, and they’re not even remotely clean.
“No, Coren,” I said, firmly. “This is between the two of you.”
“Three,” he said, and I shook my head.
“No! I’m not staying.”
“Not you, Amelia. Him.” He turned his eyes towards Hugh. “Can’t you see how much he wants to be in here?”
When I looked at Hugh, his eyes went wide and he shook his head.
“Oh, come on.” Coren sounded bored. “You don’t mind, do you, Ed?”
I honestly didn’t know where to look. Coren was right, it was written all over Hugh’s face. His bright red face. He was shaking his head still, but I could tell. When I raised my eyebrows and turned my head to think, there was Coren absently pulling on Ed’s cock while turning him gently under the steaming water.
And boy was it hot.
Unconsciously, I raised a hand to my nipple and brushed a palm over it, felt how hard it was under the thin fabric of my top. I so wanted to masturbate right then.
“If you want to, then say you want to,” I said to Hugh. “It’s not illegal or anything.”
“No way, I’d never cheat on you.”
“And if I said it was OK?”
He opened his mouth to speak, then hesitated, and I could see the thoughts processing through his head. Oh God, I wanted him to say yes. Jesus Christ, the thought of the three of them right there…
“Are you saying that?”
“Only if I can watch…”
Coren’s yip of delight was matched by a low moan from Ed, and Hugh slowly nodded.
(Read Part 7 of Caught)
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