"She really is a total cunt," Jayne exclaimed.

"What, who's a cunt?" I replied, dragging myself awake.

"Soline, she really is a piece of work."

Bright sunlight was streaming through the window; I had no clue as to what time it actually was. I grabbed my phone, stashed under my pillow. Six-fucking-thirty am—you have got to be kidding me.

Our rather wonderful girly games night was just over three weeks ago. Jayne, Charlotte, me and yes, the aforementioned Soline. It had been a racy evening; Jayne and Charlotte had been enjoying each other's pussies, and I was having a lot of fun with Soline. It was all going swimmingly until Jayne's lodger/lover arrived earlier than expected and caught us. Soline, who, by the way, has a wife, decided that she rather fancied some cock, specifically James's, bringing the evening to an abrupt, calamitous ending.

According to Jayne, Soline and James have been regularly hooking up, at her fucking house, brazen or what. And they are getting up to all kinds of dirty shit, apparently. James has been decidedly cool toward Jayne, and she is seriously fucked off about the situation. I've known Jayne for a good few years; we've had some ups and downs. I like to think I looked after her through her divorce. The thing most people don't realise about Jayne is that she can bite. Cross her, and she will have vengeance. In her mind, Soline has stolen James from her, and she wants to get her own back.

"Babe, it's the middle of the night, can we please go back to sleep?" I pleaded.

"I can't, I'm too angry."

I rested my hand on Jayne's pussy. "Can I distract you?"

"No, Harmony, I'm not horny; I'm furious."

"That's a shame, I'm a little bit wet."

My sex drive is ridiculously high, always has been. Even though Jayne and I had fucked last night, I felt the urge to get myself off. It's a problem with most of my lovers. Come the morning, they are satisfied whilst I'm up for more.

"Masturbate, if you need to," Jayne said dismissively.

Frigging myself while lying next to someone completely disinterested turns me on—bad, I know. I looked at Jayne, her eyes to the ceiling, lost in her own internal fury. Pushing my middle finger into my cunt, I delighted in how wet I was. Closing my eyes, the memory of me going down on Soline appeared in my mind. My head between Soline's legs. The look of delight on her face as I ate her cunt. My finger found my clit, and I rubbed myself hard and fast. I glanced at Jayne, who was clearly indifferent to what I was doing to myself. If only you knew what I was thinking about, I thought to myself. I orgasmed, letting out a groan of satisfaction; I felt myself squirt, just a little, but enough to leave a damp patch of pleasure on my bedsheets.

"That was nice," I said.

"Do you ever think about anything other than sex?" Jayne replied.

"Not really," I laughed.

"Let me get you off, you'll feel better," I suggested.

"Seriously? What are we going to do about Soline and James? We need a plan," Jayne snapped at me.

"Have you talked to James about her?" I enquired.

"I've barely had a chance to talk to him; she's always around. Struts around my house stark naked, showing off her skinny body and perky tits; it's like she owns the fucking place."

"And where's her wife?" I enquired.

"She's been in Hong Kong for a few weeks on business. Apparently."

"Oh, and do you know what she's done, 'Just for James'?" Jayne went on.

"No, what?"

"Well, according to Soline, James likes a clean-shaven pussy, so 'Look Jayne, I have shaved myself for him. You like, oui?' Shoving her French cunt in my face."

"Well, she's right; we all know James has an aversion to pubic hair," I replied, Jayne, ignoring my attempt at banter.

"It's not just Soline. It seems every woman in Larkmere has fucked James, including you! And, oh yes, our meek little friend Charlotte."

"To be fair, babe, I only fucked James when you were there as well!"

This was not true; I had fucked James on several occasions on my own. Of course I had. I seriously hoped Jayne never found out; if she did, she would blow her stack. She was quite right; James had fucked everyone in our friendship circle, including at least one of the guys.

"Why are you being so possessive, Jayne? It's not like you. You've made it extremely clear that now you are single you have no intention of being stuck in a turgid monogamous relationship again."

"It's not so much that he's fucking the slut, it's that he's not asked if I'm okay about it. That's what stings. We had an arrangement. We can see other people; we tell each other about it first."

"What, you actually had that conversation with him, Jayne? He is, remember, just your lodger. He pays you money to live in your house. You're not actually in a relationship."

"Fuck you, Harmony. You're supposed to be on my side."

"Sorry, I am, babe; James is a dick."

This seemed to calm Jayne down a little. Honestly though, I didn't really understand why she was being quite so possessive. It was not going to end well, I sensed.

"Don't judge me on this, I've been through his phone! I've read their dirty messages and seen the photos they've been sending each other."

Would Jayne actually go through James's phone? I made a solid effort to express my disapproval, but I'm a nosy tart! What they had been messaging each other, I needed to know. I'm not proud of myself.

"Jayne, you naughty, naughty girl. That's quite bad."

I rolled over in bed and looked at Jayne, enthusiastic to hear more.

"I took pictures of the messages. Do you want to see?"

"Jayne, you didn't!" I said, feigning shock.

"Well, James should have taken better care of his phone, shouldn't he?"

"Fair point," I replied.

Jayne had taken several pictures of messages between Soline and James, and some racy nude photos.

"Soline does have a great body, doesn't she?" I said, unhelpfully.

"Look," Jayne said, shoving her phone in my face.

Soline: James, you have made me realise how much I need cock; yours is magnificent. I love love love having you inside me. XX

Soline: I have a surprise for you. Would you like me to show you?

James: Oh yes please.

Soline: Do you like my nice clean pussy? I know this is what you prefer.

Soline had included a selfie showing her bare mound that, I confess, sent a pulse of pleasure through me.

"You can't really blame James, can you? She's hot as fuck," I said.

Saying nothing in response, Jayne flicked to the next set of messages.

Soline: My friend has just opened this new hotel; it's a bit kinky ;). We might give it a try this weekend. I know you like a bit of kink—my filthy man.

"Where do you think they are going? Sounds fun," I enquired, rather intrigued.

"I know exactly where they are going, and I think we should go too."

"We can't, Jayne. No. That's over the line, babe."

"Oh, absolutely we can!" Jayne replied.

And with that, Jayne got out of bed.

"I really need to go and do some work; I'm hoping James and that French tart will have fucked off by now."

Jayne leaned in and kissed me.

"You're gorgeous, I love you."

I waited until I heard the front door close before grabbing my phone. I'd felt it buzz earlier but didn't want to peek in case Jayne wanted to know who was messaging me. My caution was justified; the message was from James.

James: Any chance you'd be free to catch up? Jayne is being really weird, and I could do with some advice about how to handle her. X

I felt torn. Jayne's possessiveness over James was curious, bordering on obsessive. I knew she wouldn't want me meeting up with him; that I would be failing some loyalty test if she found out. My sense of competition got the better of me.

Harmony: Sure babe, free most of the day; let me know what works babe. X

James replied, suggesting that we meet at a coffee shop in the centre of town in an hour or so. I needed to get ready sharpish: showered, put on some tiny knickers, and pulled on a little floaty summer dress. Checking myself in the mirror, I was suitably content with how I looked.

*****

The coffee shop was called SE10 (work it out), which is the first part of the Larkmere postcode and is owned by my queer friend, Gideon. An independent, somewhat pretentious place that, apparently, roasts and brews 'speciality' coffee; whatever the fuck that is. The chairs and tables are higgledy-piggledy, old and don't match, creating a trendy—don't give a fuck—vibe to the place. Gideon told me it cost an absolute fortune.

"Oh my god, Harmony, darling, where the fuck have you been? I haven't seen you in forever," Gideon said, clearly pleased to see me.

Walking from behind the counter, he kissed me, wrapping his arms tight around me as if I were returning from an around-the-world adventure. In his early 30s, shaved head, beard, slight paunch; Gideon was a slightly stereotypical queer and an important part of our little hedonistic friendship circle.

"It's been a couple of weeks, Gideon, and I'm absolutely fabulous," I replied.

"Let me look at you, darling."

I gave a little pirouette so that Gideon could properly check me out.

"Divine darling, absolutely gorgeous. You really should wear a bra though; we don't want you getting saggy tits when you hit 40, do we?"

"Babe, you know I loathe them. And I like people staring at my tits. I'm meeting James; is he here yet?"

"Yes, he's sitting at the back brooding. Have you had a tiff? Umm, what a nice cock that man has, big and hard; just the way I like it. Let me know if I can help you out, darling."

Just as a little aside, at a party a few weeks ago I caught Gideon sucking James off. I was slightly taken aback as I hadn't twigged that James was into men. Anyway, they were both extremely accommodating and let me stay and watch. It was surprisingly arousing watching James ejaculate in Gideon's mouth.

"It's Jayne; she's being a bit off with James. I'm sure I can snap him out of it. Can you bring my coffee over, babe?"

Sauntering to the back of the coffee shop, I spotted James, head down, looking broody. Wearing flip-flops, black linen pants and a linen shirt, he looked sexy but a little more crumpled than usual.

"Why so glum?" I asked.

"Harmony, hi. Sorry, I didn't see you."

James stood up, put his hands on my exposed arms and kissed me on the cheek. I was unimpressed with the formality of the greeting.

"I rush across town because you need to see me, and all I get is a peck on the cheek?"

Looking suitably embarrassed, he kissed me again, this time full on the lips with a firmness that suitably expressed his gratitude and made me flutter.

"Better," I said.

Sitting down next to him, I placed my hand on his chest and caressed his exposed flesh.

"What's going on, sexy man?"

"It's Jayne; she’s sharp and snappy. And intrusive, wanting to know where I'm going and who I'm seeing. The atmosphere in the house is decidedly frosty! Has she said anything to you?"

"To me, no, nothing," I lied.

"It all seemed to kick off after that games night you organised."

"When you hooked up with Soline?" I replied.

"Yes, she really does not seem to like her at all. She's incredibly rude when she comes round. Like, unpleasant rude. Doesn't seem to bother Soline, mind you."

I rather suspected that Soline enjoyed getting up Jayne's nose, flaunting herself around her house. Impressive, and at first I'd thought she was such an innocent little thing. You know what they say about first impressions!

"Do you think it might be a touch insensitive? You and Jayne were kind of a thing, weren't you?"

"Not really. We had some fun together; you were with us a couple of times, you'll recall! Nothing serious. And Jayne has made it extremely clear to me that she is not intending on getting into a serious relationship ever again. For fuck's sake, wasn't she with you last night? I'm sure you had a lovely time together. You get my point."

I recalled the evening Jayne and I spent together, sending James dirty photos of the two of us getting it on. That was a lot of fun. And the first time Jayne and I had been intimate with each other. The memory was making me a little horny.

"I'm not quite sure that's how Jayne sees things," I replied, trying to refocus my thoughts.

"Well, how does she see things? When I moved in, she made it clear that this was my home and I was more than welcome to have whomever I wanted over."

"I get you, babe; it's just that I think Jayne may have got herself a little attached to you, that's all. We're all a bit attached to you, you know this."

I winced, but it was true; I liked James a lot more than I'd admit to myself. It wasn't just Jayne; I didn't like how much attention Soline was getting from him. I placed my hand on James's inner thigh and kissed him tenderly on the lips, underscoring that I was very much still available to him.

"It's not a serious thing with Soline; we're both new to the village. You've all known each other for years, and you're a tight clique."

This stung a little. I ran my hand up James's leg so my hand was just below his crotch.

"I'm sorry. I thought we had been most welcoming," I said, adopting a more seductive tone to my voice.

James responded, placing his hand on my leg. My clit throbbed in response.

"You have," James said, reassuringly.

"And I really like Soline; maybe the three of us should get together sometime, so we can get to know each other a little better? Would you like that?" I enquired.

Resting my hand over James's cock, I felt him stiffen.

"I think that's a nice idea," James responded.

"Just for coffee, or perhaps drinks," I teased.

"Of course."

"Unless you have other thoughts?"

Scanning round the cafe, I clocked Gideon watching us disapprovingly. He can be such a prude sometimes.

"Drinks would be nice."

Whispering in James's ear, I ventured, "That's disappointing. I was hoping you might want to get a little more adventurous—you, me, Soline. We could have a lot of fun together, don't you think? Oh, but I know you're a bit of a shy boy."

I rubbed James's manhood and felt a little gush in my knickers.

"I'm quite turned on thinking about it, the two of us enjoying your nice big cock."

Feeling wet and horny, I took James's hand and guided it between my legs.

"Why don't you feel how excited it's making me?"

"Harmony, no," James protested.

"You could make me cum; touch me, please, James. I know you want to," I implored.

“Harmony, we can’t.”

“We can,” I asserted.

“How wet are you?”

“Very, feel.”

James slid his finger between my pussy lips and onto my clit. My pleasure was amplified by being in a public place. Oh, how I love to be watched, I thought to myself.

"Rub me, James," I whispered.

Two young women were standing at the counter being served by Gideon. I noticed them glance towards us. And I delighted in them knowing, at least suspecting, what we were doing.

"More, please. More. Faster," I begged, feeling my climax starting to build.

Now, sitting at a table a little way from us, I could see the two women talking to each other and then giggling. Making a poorly veiled effort not to watch, it was obvious that they were enjoying the show we were putting on for them.

Failing to suppress my pleasure entirely, I heard myself squeal with delight as I orgasmed.

"Good boy, you know how to use your fingers," I said, smiling.

Pushing my hand inside James's pants, I wrapped my hand around his erection and began to slowly and discreetly wank him off. I sensed he felt uncomfortable—not quite as much of an exhibitionist as me.

"People are watching," James exclaimed.

"Let them; I don't care. Babe, enjoy," I pleaded.

Realising that his protests were pointless, he relaxed; I felt his cock stiffen in my hand and responded by tugging him enthusiastically. My phone vibrated; I glanced over, clocking that it was a message from Soline. What does she want, I wondered. It was titillating knowing she was thinking about me whilst I was giving her lover a hand job.

"You are such a dirty girl; you're going to make me cum. You'd better stop," James panted.

James's breathing had deepened, enjoying the pleasure I was delivering him.

"Why don't you finish in my mouth?" I asked James, sensing he was close.

“How, no!”

“Just chill, are you close?”

"Yes," James replied, lost in his own world of delight. Now seemingly oblivious to his surroundings.

What's he thinking about, I pondered. I hoped he was fantasising about Soline and me. There was no discreet way to take James in my mouth, and I didn't really care. I leaned over, taking the bell end of James's cock in my mouth, flicking him with the tip of my tongue, and pushed him over the edge. His warm, sweet spunk flowed into my mouth. Sitting upright again, feeling rather pleased with myself I looked at James so he could watch as I swallowed his load.

"Soline just messaged me; I wonder what she wants?" I said to James.

"What?" Clearly still in a post-orgasmic haze.

"Possibly time we made a swift exit," I suggested. "I don't think Gideon is very impressed with us."

Getting up from our seats, we walked towards the exit. I glared directly at the two women who had been gawping at us and smiled.

"I needed an extra shot," I said, laughing.

Gideon glowered at us as we left; I didn't really care. He's got up to far worse; I am fully aware.

We said our goodbyes; James mumbled something about needing to go into the office. I kissed him on the cheek and said that I'd see him soon. Opening my phone, I read Soline's message.

Soline: Hello Harmony. I am in town; are you as well? Might we have coffee together?

The taste of James's cum still in my mouth, knickers still wet from the fingering he gave me. I quickly replied.

Harmony: Sure babe, I'll see you in SE10?

Soline: Bon. I'll be 10 minutes or so. X

Turning around, I walked back towards Gideon's coffee shop. As I approached the door, I saw Soline walking towards me, waving excitedly. Greeting me enthusiastically, she hugged me tightly and kissed me firmly on the lips and I wondered if she could taste him on me.

"Harmony, it is so good to see you, non?"

"You look gorgeous, babe. Shall we go inside?"

Taking Soline by the hand, we walked up to the counter. Gideon looked at me, perplexed.

"Back again so soon, darling?" he enquired.