Lush Life

Los Angeles.

It was late at night. The lights were low, the house was locked. Ana and I were cuddled up in bed. I had my arms wrapped around her waist and my lips pressed to her silky scalp. She wore a black cami top and simple cloth shorts, her eyes focused on whatever slow spy movie she'd picked for the night.

I wore nothing but boxers, quietly hoping she'd get into the mood. But I was fine with her smooth legs bunched up against mine. She had her hair up and a skincare mask on anyway. We had nothing on the schedule for the weekend, which meant it was just me and her.

That was until my phone buzzed from under the pillow.

"Jeez," Ana reached past me like it was her phone. "Who's this..."

I watched her eyes get cutely big, then she smirked.

"It's your girlfriend."

"What?"

Ana answered the call and put her face right into frame, smiling cartoonishly.

"Ola!"

Anya's bare face popped up. Her eyes narrowed for just a moment.

"Hello, lovely."

"Oh... lovely?"

"Mhm. May I speak to our favorite pet?"

Ana chuckled.

"He's right here." Ana leaned back until I was in frame, carefully planting her face against my bare chest.

"Hi there," Anya smiled softly.

"Hi." I said, thinking too hard on the right face to make.

"Been a while."

"It has."

"I'd... I'd like to see you. Out in London. Just some dinner, maybe a little weekend getaway?" Anya explained.

"Just me and you?"

"Yes. If you can."

Ana stirred, but she was still smiling.

"You're not gonna add his name to your house, are you?" Ana asked jokingly.

"No," Anya chuckled. "No. I'd just like some company."

"I--"

"You should," Ana cooed while she pressed her ringed hand against my jawline. "It'd be fun."

"Yeah," Anya added. "I'll have him back in one piece."

"Good." Ana said before kissing me on the jaw. They'd had their mind made up, which meant I was off and away.

*

On the flight I got bored. Despite it being first class and feeling shorter than usual due to me being used to it, it still wasn't that short. I pulled out my phone and scrolled through my contact list. E-1, E-2,... E-3 <3. Emma. I shot her a quick text.

"In your backyard for a few days. Hope you're okay. Thinking about you."

We'd tried calling each other, but believe it or not, Emma was quite busy. But that was fine with me. It was a part of my life. Nothing personal. I set the phone back into my pocket, closed my eyes, and waited patiently until I landed.

*

After a long drive, I finally made it to Anya's house. She'd sent me her address before I got to LAX eleven hours ago. Her house was expectedly huge and surrounded by beautiful, quiet woodland. Nice and far away from the city just like me. I understood it. I parked in her driveway and adjusted my trench coat before knocking at the door.

It only took a few seconds and the door swung open. Anya smiled brightly when she saw me. She wore a deep black crisscross halter dress that complimented her lithe, pale figure. Her blonde hair was curled into soft waves that flowed down her back, her lips and eyes were adorned with a matching gothic black that betrayed her smile. She pulled me into a hug, a deep hug with her nose buried in my neck.

"It's wonderful to see you." She whispered after breaking the embrace. She invited me inside and I took in the space. It was very... Anya. She had black marble flooring in some spots and white tile in others. Some of the furniture was backless and looked like it belonged on a spaceship rather than inside someone's home. She had abstract paintings and busts strewn around the place, with soft overhead lighting that made it all still feel homey.

"It's odd I know," Anya said with a twinge of... self-consciousness.

"It's not that odd," I said as I removed my coat. "Just some interesting decor."

"You're just being nice," Anya smiled, placing her fingers over her mouth like a shy schoolgirl.

"Are you okay?" I asked.

"Yes," Anya walked forward, her glossy black heels shining over the multi-colored floor. She wrapped her hands around my waist, pressed her chin against my dress shirt, and looked up at me with big eyes. "Why?"

"You're being... nice."

"Excuse me?" Anya raised a brow.

"I meant-- okay well nice isn't the right word. Your being... unlike yourself."

"Well, I have--"

She stopped speaking. We heard footsteps from the spiral staircase, wet ones that plodded down. I turned my head to see Dafne Keen. All of her. Her soaking wet, almost rosy pink curves, her hourglass shape, and her bouncing tits. She had a towel halfway wrapped around her lower body and her eyes on an in-use nail filer.

"Anya," she spoke, still looking down. "Where's the good conditioner? I forgot mine in the-- Oh!" Dafne yelped when she saw me, immediately turning as best she could to wrap her body tight. She still couldn't exactly hide her god given body exploding from the white cloth, but she tried.

"Sorry! Shit!" Dafne blurted, turning a deep crimson red.

Anya stayed calm, eerily so. "It's behind the mirror. Top shelf. The one with the black pump."

"Right. Thanks." Dafne huffed before quickly making her way back upstairs.

I kept my eyes on the staircase, the vision of Dafne's gorgeous and heavy flushed breasts and glass-cutting nipples burned into my brain like she was still there. When I finally turned my head back down to Anya, she still looked like nothing happened. Like Dafne was a housecat that decided to poke its head out.

"You just... you just hanging out with her?"

"Yes, she's a good friend. Talented too." Anya said before breaking the hug and moving towards the kitchen. She pulled a large bottle of red wine from the fridge and poured two glasses. One for me, a lot less for her.

"Nice and pliable." She muttered to herself as she handed me the glass. I could feel the smirk begging to form on her lips. Then she lifted her glass, we toasted with a clink, and started sipping.

"So," I started, leaning against the counter. "How're things?"

"They're fine. A little..." Anya trailed off as she took her first sip. "How are you and Ana? Ever since... Y'know..."

"We're good. Busy, but good." I nodded.

"Do you two really plan on getting married?"

"Yeah. We're so busy that planning a wedding is far out, but yeah."

"That's good. You two are good for each... other." Anya said with a small croak in her tone.

"Thanks, you seeing anyone?"

Anya snorted mid sip.

"Funny you should ask, I--"

Once again, we were cut off by footsteps. This time from a new set of heels on the marble. I turned to see Dafne, fully clothed in an off the shoulder white sweater top, black slacks, and short black heels. She had a polite smile on her lovely face, brushing a still wet strand of hair back behind her ear. Water still clung to her shoulders and down to the straining neckline of her top.

"Hello there," she reached out to shake my hand. I took her small, soft palm in mine. "Figured I should make a proper, fully clothed, introduction." She chuckled.

"All good." I said, trying to keep my eyes up.

"So you must be Tennerman." She said, her face still but slightly curved into a half smile.

"Oh Lord," I rolled my eyes. Anya smiled. "What is she, your ward?"

"She's a friend, as I said. A friend in desperate need of a real man." Anya said.

"What's that supposed to mean?" I asked.

"It means I've told her a lot about you. And she wants to know if you'll live up to the hype." Anya took the final swig of her wine.

"Um," I huffed just as I felt Dafne's hand on my lower back. "What happened to dinner?"

"You're dinner. We already ate." Anya said, moving towards me and wrapping her arms around my neck.

"I mean... I was actually hungry,"

Anya kissed me to silence like she always did, moaning against my lips. Her slim body pressed firmly against mine as the smell of her perfume invaded my senses. I felt Dafne's hand slowly shift down to my ass, giving it a playful squeeze that made me moan, completely unashamed.

When Anya broke the kiss, she moved her hands to my face, cupping my jaw.

"God I missed you," Anya purred. I kept my hands hovering just above her waist, which Dafne noticed.

"Is he a top or a bottom?" She chuckled. Anya smiled as well, turning to face Dafne.

"Depends. Sometimes you just gotta bruise his ego a bit and he turns into a bull." Anya said.

"That's not true."

"It's not?" Anya pouted. "Then why won't you touch me? You think Ana will find out? You think she can sense this all the way out in L.A.?"

Anya snaked her hands from my face down to my chest. She kept her palms flat against my body before she moved them down to my bulge. A deep moan escaped her lips as she admired my cock through my slacks. Dafne's hand was still on my ass, but her eyes were locked onto Anya caressing me.

"So what do I say? Do I call you a knob?" Dafne asked.

"No. I don't have an insult fetish. Knob wouldn't even do anything." I said, rolling my eyes as I grew stiffer.

"Well you aren't small," Dafne smirked lightly. "You certainly aren't ugly. Are you shy?"

"He's pensive," Anya answered, her fingers just under the zipper of my slacks.

"It just feels like," I paused, waiting to see if they'd interrupt me. "It feels like every time I'm around you we're up to no good."

"... Because you like that feeling, don't you?" Anya cooed.

I finally moved my hands to Anya's pale face, cupping her cheeks, leaning slightly.

"I do." I said.

"Finally." Anya sighed before kissing me.

Our lips melted together, warmth and hunger blending all at once. I hurriedly moved my hands from her face down to her pert ass, cupping it in my palms. She moaned deeply against my battling tongue as she wrapped her arms around my neck.

Anya leapt into my grasp, coiling her long, smooth legs around my waist, forcing me to carry her like she was something precious. I stumbled forward before really planting my hands on her, holding her tight and pulling her deeper into the kiss.

"Hey," Anya broke from my lips. "Hey, I... let me show Dafne how we roll." She smiled.

"I'd love to see that." Dafne purred, her usual stoic expression breaking into an aroused grin.

"But take me to the couch. I'm not doing it in my kitchen." Anya grinned.

"Which couch? The red one?"

"Any couch, goodness,"Anya rolled her eyes. "See what I mean? Pensive. I dooo..."

I pressed my lips to Anya's neck, nibbling at the soft skin and making her melt. I heard Dafne swallow a moan as I moved towards Anya's living room. When we reached the large chaise, Anya removed her legs from my waist and I lowered her down.

I took my lips off her neck, noticing the deep blush on her face as she removed her heels.

"Don't do that again," she said, failing to hide her smile.

"I thought you said I was pensive?" I smirked down at Anya as Dafne politely took a seat next to her.

"You're talking really big," Anya paused, licked her lips, and put fingers back to my zipper. "For someone who knows what I'm about to do to him."

I stayed quiet as the soft sound of my zipper dropping filled the air. She wasn't wrong. Dafne kept her eyes on Anya as she dropped my pants to my ankles. I quickly kicked my shoes off, burning with a strange combination of anticipation and fear.

Anya leaned in and planted a wet kiss along the head of my bulge through my underwear. She moaned into another series of kisses, teasing me and putting on a show for Dafne. When she finally wrapped her cool fingers around the waistband, I sucked in air briefly.

Anya's pupils dilated as she pulled my underwear down my legs with a tug, freeing my rock hard cock. It bounced between my legs, throbbing and angry. Dafne cleared her throat and pressed her inner thighs together, feigning modesty.

Anya gripped the base of my shaft with her index and thumb, toying with it with a sly smile. She leaned in while looking off to the side at Dafne, pressing a little kiss along the pre-cum wet tip, her black lips stealing it.

Anya then let her tongue slip from her bottom lip, tracing it along the underside as she put her eyes on mine. I once again tensed up in anticipation, but she was adamant on stretching it out. She planted a pale palm along my stomach, rubbing it over the buttons of my shirt.

Anya's hot breath and deep moans danced along the entire length of my shaft, even if her lips hadn't touched it yet. I shuddered at the feeling as Dafne continued to dart her eyes back and forth between my cock and Anya's lips. I could tell she was holding back a comment.

Anya smiled with the corners of her lips as she pressed the tip of her tongue along my spongy sensitive tip, letting more pre-cum blanket her tongue. Then, finally, she stopped playing around, widening her mouth and moving forward.

Anya's tongue stayed flat, her lips met my girth, and her throat swallowed me up like a snake. I groaned from deep in my stomach, inadvertently moving forward to stuff Anya's throat. Her nose pressed against my skin, her tongue bunched up against my sack, and as always she kept her eyes on me.

"Good Lord," Dafne blurted, laughing and pressing a hand to her mouth.

"Mmmmm," Anya moaned around me, forcing my hands to tremble. She then moved a free hand up my leg, smoothing it along my inner thigh until her fingers danced across my balls. She then started to move, slipping her throat sleeve back and forth, deepthroating my cock with ease.

Spit leaked down the corners of her mouth as she swirled her tongue along the underside, making me throb like an animal. Dafne, still awestruck, had one hand between her legs and another just barely resting on her heavy breast.

Anya pulled back halfway, dragging her soaked lips along my shaft before bringing both of her hands to the end of my cock. She started blowing me like a pro, putting her head and hands into her work. She twisted her wrists, slobbered all around me, and moaned whenever a thick glob of spit leaked from her bottom lip.

Loud, sloppy 'ulp ulp ulp' sounds filled the air as Anya went into overdrive. Every time she slinked up to the tip, her tongue curled, and when she went back down, her tongue flattened. Dafne was beet red, her thick, pouty lips parted in reverence as Anya continued to slather my cock in spittle.

I groaned again, pressing my hands flat against her scalp just to have something to hold onto. Anya pulled back, pursing her lips to spit a thick mass of bubbles along my tip.

"Fuck my face," she gasped, her voice warbled. I did exactly that, gripping her perfectly pressed blonde hair and turning it into a ponytail. I adjusted my legs so I was in a half squat position, stared down at her, and then began to work my hips.

Anya arched her back, removed her hands from my soaked cock, and brought them to the straps of her dress. She fumbled with the fabric as I banged her throat until she got impatient. She ripped it with both hands, freeing her cute teardrop shaped tits and pretty pink nipples.

As I continued to batter her mouth, thick, sloppy bits of drool flew up and fell from her maw like it was a bucket of water. Her jaw, slender neck, and now free tits were already caked in heavy spittle. She toyed with her nipples with one hand, spreading the slick mess across her skin.

Anya's other hand reached out to Dafne's thigh, squeezing it gently before she moved it up to the bottom of her sweater. I saw Dafne tense up as Anya tugged, wordlessly telling her to either take the sweater off or to join her. Dafne seemed paralyzed, doing neither but still biting her bottom lip.

Anya gagged what sounded like a plea to Dafne as I kept plugging her mouth, the wetness growing more obscene with every sloppy pump. It got to a point where I was gripping Anya's hair so hard the veins in her forehead began to show. I didn't stop, spurred on by her newfound submissiveness and the sloppy, 'gluk gluk gluk' sounds that she made.

Anya tapped my inner thigh once, signaling me to stop. I did exactly that, slinking my drenched cock free of her battered gullet and removing my grip on her scalp. She pulled back with a deranged smile, laughing as she reached out to stroke the mess into my cock before she turned to face Dafne.

"Sweetheart," Anya spoke, her voice still brimming with excitement. "Give me a hand."

Dafne hesitated for a moment as Anya lazily swirled her tongue around my tip. I could tell she was interested, but her trepidation seemed to come from the sheer skill on display. And maybe the mess as well. After a few seconds of just the wet sounds of Anya's tongue, Dafne made a move. She brushed her hair behind her ears as Anya got out of the way.

Dafne stared at me, then my dripping wet shaft, then back up to me, a disbelieving smile tugging at her lips.

"Go ahead," Anya huffed, planting a messy kiss on Dafne's cheek. Dafne swallowed hard before opening her mouth wide to take the first few inches of me into her mouth. All three of us moaned when Dafne's full, luscious lips wrapped around my cock.

Anya guided one hand to the small of Dafne's back, her other hand gripping the base of my cock. Dafne slinked her tongue around my tip in swift, fluttering motions that managed to make me yelp. The tug of Anya's hand combined with Dafne's thoroughly skilled tongue made my head spin.

"Yeah... you like sucking that cock?" Anya purred with a mischievous grin.

"Mmmhmmmm..." Dafne moaned around me, her deep brown, lidded eyes brimming with lust.

"Think you can take him deeper?" Anya smiled wider.

Dafne pulled back with a slick pop.

"Probably not," she chuckled.

Anya gripped me tighter as her other hand moved to the back of Dafne's head.

"You can try." Anya whispered. Dafne looked up at me, took a deep breath, and then opened even wider than last time. Anya removed her hand from my cock pushed Dafne's head slowly. Dafne's lips wrapped around my cock but she kept her tongue stiff.

Anya guided her a few inches at a time until I felt the tip of my cock poke at Dafne's throat. Dafne gagged, her brows furrowing and the taut muscles in her neck flexing.

"Just get past that stupid thing..." Anya cooed, still firmly pressing Dafne forward. My hips trembled at the feeling, especially with Dafne's throat and lips strangling me even tighter with every inch. Spit began to drip from the corners of her mouth, dangling from her chin in warbly lines.

"Start moving your hips," Anya told me. I started moving slowly back and forth to open up Dafne's throat. I slid myself as deep as I could, she gagged, and I dragged my cock back until just the tip remained. I repeated that multiple times, my cockhead pressing deeper every time and drenching my shaft in drool.

Spit dangled down Dafne's collarbone and chin, staining her already strained sweater. I looked down, watching the wet lines of spit leak past the fabric. Anya saw it too, adjusting herself with a grin until she was behind Dafne.

"Mouth open, tongue flat," Anya instructed, her voice breathy.

As Dafne got into a rhythm, now working with me, Anya ran her hands along the curves of her body. Anya planted a small series of kisses along Dafne's neck while her hands wandered up to the top of her sweater. Dafne's throat opened wider when Anya gripped the fabric, pulling it down with a slow tug to drag out the reveal of her perfect breasts.

Dafne placed her hands on my thighs, pressing her tits together to make sure a thick string of drool leaked between them. That's when I really began to fuck her face, finally pushing past the barrier and spurred on by her delectable rack swinging freely. Anya giggled from behind, reaching under to cup Dafne's tits and squeezing them hard.

Anya smacked then around, toyed with her nipples, and pinched at the delicate flesh until it turned red. Dafne leaked all around me with soft, throaty slurps filling the air followed by Anya's occasional purr. Dafne ran a hand up to my sack, the same way Anya did, forcing a deep groan to escape me once again. Anya's hands were much more delicate, but that was mainly due to her knowing just how to draw me out. Dafne was just massaging them for the sake of it.