As usual, the next morning we breakfasted clothed together, talking about our upcoming days. We were all heading to the office for a busy day, so this would be our only time to talk before dinner. Sometimes I mused that we could screw senseless the previous day, and the next day we were platonic again: I knew that the Jump Gate was closed again, and we were back coasting in Friends Space, rather than being pulled in our Horny Space.

We love dancing, and were sad that Anna couldn’t come, though we’d joked with her that after Orange Night, she might be wary. Since Mex, we’d stayed at hers several times for racing and she at his for dancing, as there aren’t late ferries home. With their engagement, his darks had disappeared, which we were happy for as his soul had finally reconciled that his new love for Sam didn’t diminish his permanent love for Jen. Mine had gone when we’d dropped the idea of catching, and the Sik had been sold, though I’d been up with The Squirrel [actually Ecostar] Girls since, which wasn’t a problem as we remained over land.

Driving to work, I thought about the day ahead and was looking forward to the dance. Pete’s an OK dancer - as usual with him, pleasant, pleasing, and respectful, though unadventurous, and his respectfulness meant that sometimes it disrespected my body when it desired that, like I had in Dana Outlet.

At lunchtime, I got a text from him: Mum’s been 111’d to hospital – probably few days: do you mind if I skip?

OK, I replied, being sad for him about his mum. It wasn’t unusual that it was the three of us who went dancing, so I was looking forward to tonight, plus I knew that Jenna, who was now James’ very firm GF, would be there with him, as after our unique experience with The Catch, we became friends and messaged and sometimes had lunch. I texted her, and she replied, confirming that they were definitely on. Fun with friends, I mused, and I didn’t need sex or even a guy to have fun; as for me, that’s just the [wrapped] cream on the cake.

Back home, we remained in our work clothes, as we were too lazy to change twice, and Tom, as usual, cooked dinner. Then we got changed: him into a dark shirt and trousers, us into the new dresses I’d brought back, though they hadn’t elicited a reaction as I’d joked. We always wore our Orange Rings, remembering Jen, and they wore their engagement rings, but we were bare-faced as it was going to be dimly lit. “You don’t need anything,” he mused to us, and we friend-kissed his cheek.

We walked to the beach and caught the BayRider in, saving us the expense of a taxi, enjoying the setting sun over the harbour, then walked to The Tent as the ferries made their way in the adjacent basin.

At the door, Sai greeted Tom, as they are longstanding friends, then he hugged Sam and finally me, and then he escorted us in, taking us to a table with our name on it, which was a nice surprise, and we knew that this was his gift.

We went to the bar, and James did his usual playful run at Tom and shook hands with Sam to our normal groans, and I hugged Jenna. As they ordered, she asked, “How was LA?” as I’d told her about my plans, though not in detail, as all The Flyers know about the FBs after that noisy night, though nobody knows my occasional play with Tom and Sam. My index finger made eight firm strokes on her back, and she kissed me on the cheek and released me.

The room was filling, and the band was playing gentle tunes as we returned to the table and started chatting. It was always good to see them, and they’d told James together about their engagement, which he was happy about, as she’d found a great guy to love. And now, James knew the problems that Tom had with his then-GF Kelly, whom we’d always disliked, as she was borderline rude around us. After That Evening, as Sam, Jenna, and I referred to it, I’d gone home and then told Sam to get it off my chest as I hugged her. She’d just shrugged, deciding that Kelly was unworthy of further thought, which I agreed with, and that it was pointless telling him about someone we wanted to forget, though this had bonded James and Jenna tighter.

The floor was now busy as the band upped the tempo, and we finished our drinks. People mostly solo’d in groups, which we did, but sometimes loose-couple danced. I danced with Jenna and Tom, and James playfully did a tighter dance with Tom to some onlookers’ surprise, but our laughter was as Sam solo’d around us, enjoying the music and seeing her guy and ex-guy dancing like lovers.

We returned to the bar as a trio for mojitos and then mingled in the corner where Sai had put out some snacks, and we chatted with some fellow grazers out of the music. I grabbed Sai for a dance, as he is a great dancer, in part because he’s a great dance teacher. Tom and Sam danced together, and then I swapped.

We danced holding hands, and my finger accidentally grazed her Orange Ring, which she reciprocated, and whispered, “She loved this,” and I hugged her, thinking of Jen and our uni dancing. We looked around to see Sai dip Tom, and we laughed, then I playfully dipped her.

At the interval, I texted Pete. Mum OK, def in 2 days; I'll stay here till lights out, he replied. I briefly thought about him here dancing, though he preferred movies to Salsa as we could make out, then we caught up with James and Jenna at the table for more mirth, mojitos, and nibbles.

As the music resumed, we headed to the dance floor, and James looked at Tom. He gave James a sour look as he wasn’t interested in being dipped again, and they looked at Sam and Jenna, who got the message, and James took Sam, and Tom took Jenna. It’s nice that Sam can dance with her ex, though they don’t hold hands or get too close, nor do Tom and Jenna, as there has always been respect between them. While I’ll hold hands dancing with James, I won’t get that close either, though for Tom and Sam we can nearly touch noses – even before That Night.

I made eye contact with a guy in a nearby group, and he got the signal, and we danced to the medium tune, then I took over from Jenna, who got Sam, leaving James to eye a nearby lady. The group grew to five pairs, and we rotated through, enjoying the music as it changed tempo, but I realised that the person I’d love to dance with was Anna, as she’s a great dancer and we have a tight bond post-Orange Night. The music slowed, and Tom and James found their partners and tight-danced, with Tom and Sam periodically briefly kissing, and I’d got another ring-in lady, but we were not-too-close dancing.

The music slowed again, and my partner left as I lost sight of Tom and Sam, and I wondered whether they might have gone off for a private. I reached over, and a hand took mine and came in. She was slender build with a crop bob, and we danced closely.

The music slowed, and we closed, locking eyes. Her mouth opened, and I suddenly leaned in and Frenched her hard, then pulled back, shocked that I’d done it. I leaned in and whispered, “Sorry,” but she still held my hand and pulled me in, Frenching me hard. My heart raced as we danced and kissed harder, as this was the first time I’d kissed someone not Sam. We kissed harder, and I realised my pussy was soaking, and I wanted to fuck her now.

Crop Girl: Until now, the evening had been simple fun dancing with friends, and I don’t go to dances to hook up. I’d seen the group of friends nearby, and my group started merging in and out, as they were better dancers than most. Tall Girl (well, there was a slightly taller one with her in a near-identical dress) was a good dancer, and when her hand reached out, I was looking forward to dancing, and my expectations of her were met. Locking eyes was just random, and I was stunned when she hit me as my LesDar wasn’t pinging and by its force: not a fumble or gentle try, this was a full-on FUCK ME kiss. The shock made me instantly horny, so I returned it, wondering what would eventuate as she seemed straight, but very assertive for one.

My heart was racing as I led her off the dance floor, also wondering if my friends were lovemaking, which made me hornier. “Kate,” I formally offered my other hand.

“Emma. Are you Les?”

“Straight and single. You?”

“Les and single. You kissed a girl before?” and I Frenched her hard.

Emma: That she was straight and such a hard kisser contradicted, so I went further, “Meant before that!”

“One girl: a few times, and we’ve fucked too.” I harded into her, and she reciprocated, then I led her past our empty table to the loos.

Emma: I still wondered whether this was just a one-off, but I did need to cum quickly. “What is this: try once?” as we stopped there.

“I don’t do one-times,” I rammed my tongue back into her as my pussy soaked my panties.

“Me neither,” as we panted, going harder, and I wondered whether I’d cum either from the kissing or pent-up fuck anticipation.

Our embrace was broken, though our hands not, as the door opened and Tom exited, with Sam slightly trailing. He brushed me, and I leaned in, smiling to kiss his cheek, but we mistimed, and I pecked his lips. I felt her hand tighten hard on me as Sam closed. “Don’t do anything we haven’t.” Her lips hit mine straight but briefly as her hand relaxed.

Emma: I was sure that Fucked Girl would smack Kate after she, albeit accidentally, lipped Fucked Guy, and I was surprised that she just kissed her, though in the poor light, I didn’t twig that Fucked Girl was Tall(er) Girl that she had been dancing with earlier.

I pushed her inside, and she locked the door behind as I wondered how to fuck her, as my experience is of a cock either coming between my legs or being pushed against the wall and it coming from behind, and then ravaging my welcome, and there was nowhere to scissor her, like I do with Sam.

Panting, I Frenched her hard, lifting up her T-shirt and finding her hard, braless tits, and grabbed them hard as she found my dress’ buttons and undid them. My hands released her tits as she slid my dress and then bra off and resumed fuck-kissing and fondling, but my pussy desperately needed action, so I reached inside her jeans and found her wet hole. I pushed hard in, making her scream as her hand went down my panties and into me, then she pulled them down. I released my other hand from her tit and quickly dropped her jeans, then resumed fingering.

I pushed her hard against the wall as we Frenched, panted harder, and rammed fingers deep and fast into pussies. I moaned as she rammed my tightening pussy, and my lusty tonguing stimulated her harder, and her pussy tightened on me. She Frenched me harder, expertly fingering me as I squeezed them, and I moaned, cumming over her, and she moaned, cumming over me.

We panted, Frenching and fingering to cum down, then helped dress.

“Fuck! I want more,” she moaned, and we Frenched, then held hands as we exited, and I definitely wanted her again, and I realised that this was both lust and horniness, which I never felt with Sam.

My phone buzzed as a message from Sam arrived: You two must be thirsty: C U Table xx

I held her hand and walked back to the table, but I felt her tighten again. They got up, and Sam came over. “Hi. Sam,” she said. She proffered her hand as Emma dropped hers.

“Emma,” and Sam pulled her for a hug, then released her.

Emma: I finally twigged why Fucked Girl didn’t slap Kate!

He proffered his hand. “Tom.”

“Well...” Sam paused. “You did something we didn’t,” she giggled, hugging me. "We always need two things after.” She playfully kissed me close to the mouth, and Tom reached down for a mini taco and playfully fed me.

She picked up two Mojitos and gave them to us, then took hers. “Cheers! We all clinked glasses. Tom and I sat down, and Sam sat in his lap and Emma in mine, and we kissed our partners, and I was glad that James and Jenna were elsewhere, as they knew nothing of this part of me. Emma and Sam retrieved a crostino for their chairs, and we ate together until we were making out, grinding, and feeding.

I was getting horny and thinking of Round Two, then Tom lit up his Garmin. “Such a hot night. Bayrider’s got another two runs, and our spa looks appealing?” He kissed Sam, and I kissed Emma harder.

“Such fun in the spa. You tried that?” She looked warily at me, then them.

“Don’t worry, the three of us only play together.” Sam playfully kissed Emma on the cheek and surprisingly opened up.

“You’re the girl that Hottie has kissed?” she exhaled. I Frenched her hard. “And...” she shivered but smiled as I kissed her again. “Spa hot...” wondering what our second time would be like.

I reached over for my purse and extracted a business card. “Here: scan this to a friend just in case.”

Sam reached over and did likewise, and Emma’s eyes went wide with the phone’s flashlight. “Not rocket science... just a rocket scientist,” she giggled and put them in her purse. She reached over and took another crostino and playfully placed it on Tom’s hand and wiggled at me, then picked up her glass. “Cheers to new friends,” and kissed me as we then clinked glasses and finished up.

Holding hands and intermittently having a quick kiss in our pairs, we walked towards the bus stop at Tarty Arty, which, as usual, had no guys going in for the shows, and waited until the bus arrived by making out, then boarded and sat in the middle like we prefer to, and we sat in front of Tom and Sam.

We sat so we could look back at them. “So you are a threesome?” she asked, examining them in the bus’ dim light.

“No,” Tom replied truthfully, and her eyebrows arched.

“We only play when Kate needs a lift,” Sam said and playfully kissed my cheek, forgetting about last night. “We can be clothed and not do anything or be naked and do nothing: it’s just sometimes the Gate opens, and we play,” omitting that sometimes the gate opens partly, and we become playful, “and the nearby passengers listened intensely. I leaned over and kissed Emma, and we briefly French-kissed, and I saw Tom and Sam Frenching too.