Andy and Grace were very much in love. They were a great fit too. Emotionally, they were on the same wavelength. Physically, the chemistry was so strong. They had eyes only for each other and knew exactly how to turn each other on.

Steve had gone to school with Grace. He was a couple of years older and had always had a crush on her. He’d tried it on with her several times but had always been knocked back. Each time Grace split with a boyfriend, Steve would be there to ‘console’ her. But as much as he tried to be in the right place at the right time, Grace never saw Steve as anything more than a mate.

The way Grace and Andy looked at each other made Steve want to puke. They were so in love. Not so much as a sideways glance at another guy or girl. The only hope Steve clung on to was how Grace put her mates on such a pedestal. It meant that, as long as he didn’t screw up too badly, then, as one of her oldest friends, he’d always be kept close. Even if Andy disapproved (which he clearly did, especially when Steve flirted with her), she always defended him. For now, Steve got his kicks out of how much it wound Andy up. But he never stopped hoping his time would come.

Steve, Grace, and Andy (somewhat reluctantly) would often hang out. Andy wished Grace would get the hint and let Steve join them less frequently. Steve would try to manufacture opportunities for it to be just him and Grace, targeting days when he knew Andy wouldn’t be around. But one Friday night, neither Steve nor Andy had been successful in getting rid of the other. The three of them sat around a table at a local nightclub. Andy was sitting next to Grace. Steve was sitting opposite.

Steve did nothing to prevent his wandering eyes—one of the many things that annoyed Andy about him. Andy had to sit there and take it as Steve drank in every inch of his girlfriend’s curves, whilst dropping in the occasional suggestive comment for good measure.

But tonight something felt different. Steve was even more lecherous than usual. He had a more confident look about him. There was a mischief in his eyes that Andy found unsettling. What was he up to? What had changed?

“So how about a dance, Grace?” Steve asked, chancing his arm.

Andy rolled his eyes. Here we go, he thought. Grace raised her eyebrows with a resigned look of amusement on her face.

“Don’t be a knob, Steve! You know the only man I’m dancing with tonight is Andy,” she said, placing a reassuring hand on Andy’s leg and turning to give him a kiss.

“Drinks then?” Steve said as he rose from his seat, not waiting for an answer. “I’m getting us shots.” Neither of his companions was a heavy drinker. So Steve figured he’d have some fun. And he also had something extra in his pocket that he hoped might make the evening a little more interesting.

At the bar, Steve ordered three shots of sambuca and three beers. When the drinks arrived, he settled up, and the barman moved on to the next customer. Steve reached into his pocket and pulled out a small vial of purple liquid. On the side of the vial, in tiny letters, was written ‘Five Drops.’ He’d picked it up at a flea market. The old lady that sold it to him had said it would heighten the recipients’ sexual arousal, whilst also making them more open to thoughts and suggestions—indecent or otherwise. It was to be administered one drop at a time. With each drop, the effects grew stronger. Once the fifth drop was taken, any suggestions the recipient had accepted would become permanent. It all sounded pretty far-fetched to Steve. But he’d gone ahead and bought it. More for a laugh than any real expectation of it working. And tonight? Hell, what did he have to lose? It was time to have a little fun and put this stuff to the test. He let a single drop fall into Grace’s shot and then slipped the vial back into his pocket.

Once back at the table, Steve served up the drinks, and the three companions downed the shots with a grimace. Steve began telling a story about the last time he did flaming sambucas, which had Grace and Andy both laughing. Grace had to admit, she did find Steve’s stories amusing, even if she found his constant flirting and suggestive comments pretty tedious. Not least because of how much they wound Andy up, which she always bore the brunt of.

Once Steve was done telling the story, he looked at Grace grinning, a glint in his eye, and repeated the question.

“So, how about that dance, Grace?”

“You don’t give up, do you?! Go on then. But only because your story was funny,” Grace conceded. “Don’t go getting any ideas!”

Andy placed a hand on Grace’s arm as she went to stand, shooting her a dubious look.

“Ah, come on, Andy, it’s only a dance. It’ll be, like, two minutes, and then I’ll be back here. And you have to admit, it was a funny story!”

Steve’s grin broadened as he noticed the change in Grace’s decision-making. Maybe a coincidence? But it was already making him hard imagining the possibilities if it wasn’t! He jumped out of his seat and held out his hand, catching Andy’s eye with a wink as he did. Grace took his hand, and the two friends made their way to the dance floor, looking a little too coupley for Andy’s liking. He was left looking on, frustrated and a bit concerned.

Over on the dance floor, it didn’t take long for Steve to give Andy something to be concerned about, spinning his girlfriend round and grinding her from behind. Grace was doing a reasonable job of swatting Steve’s hands away as he tried resting them in various inappropriate places. At the same time though, she was also having a hard time thinking straight. Despite her determination to keep Steve’s advances at bay, she could feel a bulge, a really big bulge, as he ground his crotch into her arse. Much to her dismay, and although she tried to ignore it, she couldn’t help feeling aroused. Maybe it was how inappropriate the situation was. Maybe it was knowing Andy was right there watching. Or maybe it was the sheer size of the bulge that was pushed against her. Whatever it was, she felt so horny, and she could feel her pussy responding.

Grace tried to push the naughty thoughts out of her head. She was here with Andy, in love with Andy, and didn’t want or need sexual advances from anyone else—least of all Steve!

As one song ended and the next began, Grace seized the opportunity to make her escape, pushing Steve in front of her, back to the table. She made sure to wear a suitably disapproving look that would hopefully leave anyone who saw her in no doubt about how little she thought of Steve’s inappropriate dance moves. As they approached, Grace could see Andy looking less than pleased…

“Enjoy copping a feel, Steve?” Andy said, clearly annoyed.

“I really did,” Steve sniggered. “Your girlfriend is quite the dirty dancer!”

Steve was on the windup, and Andy was taking the bait. So Grace decided to step in and try to diffuse things…

“You didn’t cop a feel of anything,” she teased back at Steve. “Like I said, Andy’s the best-looking man in this place, and he’s the only one that’s getting his hands on me tonight!”

It wasn’t enough to shift the grin from Steve’s face. But it did seem to settle Andy down a bit, who leaned back in his chair, his arm wrapped protectively around Grace’s shoulder.

For the next few minutes, the three of them sat in an awkward silence, listening to the music and trying to avoid eye contact. Then Steve piped up again, feeling more adventurous after Grace had agreed to dance.

“Grace, I think you should come sit over here for a bit,” he said, patting his lap optimistically. “Give us a chance to, you know, ‘catch up.’”

Andy nearly spat his beer out in disbelief. This was a lot more forward than Steve would usually dare to venture, out loud at least.

“Oh sod off, Steve,” Grace countered. “What’s gotten into you tonight?”

“Just having a bit of fun,” Steve replied cheerily. He stood up and turned for the bar. “I’m going to get us some more shots; see if that livens you two up a bit.”

Ok, thought Steve, just one drop so far. It's too soon to write this stuff off altogether. Let’s see if a second drop helps.

Back at the table, Grace was busy counselling Andy.

“Try not to get wound up by him. He’s harmless enough. He’s just a bit of a clown and likes being provocative. But he’s a good mate and knows not to cross the line.”

“I know, I know,” said Andy, “but he has a way of getting under my skin. I’ll try not to rise to it.”

Up at the bar, Steve had already been served and was feeding another drop of the purple liquid into Grace’s next shot. Feeling a little impatient, he was tempted to add a third too, to speed things up, but figured he should stick to ‘the rules,’ just in case.

“C’mon then, lovebirds,” he challenged, returning with the drinks. “Let’s get the pair of you having some fun!”

Grace and Andy glanced at each other somewhat reluctantly before following Steve’s lead and necking their shots.

Steve watched Grace curiously, wondering what might happen next. It was her cheeks he noticed first, which started to look flushed. Then he noticed how distracted she seemed, as if she was trying to work something out. What he would’ve given to peek inside her head.

What Steve didn’t know was just how horny Grace was feeling. It was like someone had injected her with 20 minutes of foreplay, and her pussy was now soaking wet, demanding attention and refusing to let her think straight.

Steve looked on intrigued. He glanced at Andy, who was oblivious, people-watching to the music. Steve decided to roll the dice.

“Grace, can you come round here a sec?” Steve asked, motioning to his side of the table. “I have to ask you something, and the music’s so loud, I can hardly hear myself think!”

Grace managed to compose herself. “You’re getting old,” she joked with Steve as she stood and started working her way round his side of the table.

As she bent down so that she could hear what Steve had to say, in one swift motion, Steve pulled her by the waist. Grace lost her balance and fell into Steve’s lap. She instinctively put her hand out to break her fall but accidentally planted it straight on his crotch. There it was again. That massive bulge she’d felt on the dance floor. Only this time her hand was planted right on top of it. She should’ve moved her hand away. She should’ve berated Steve for making her lose her balance. Why didn’t she do either? Instead, she left her hand where it was. Almost involuntarily, she noticed her fingers begin to squeeze and tighten around Steve’s knob. They fanned out along its length, exploring it, marveling at its size, making her pussy so wet that she could feel her juices run down the inside of her leg. Fuck, she felt horny.

As she licked her lips, mid squeeze, she snapped out of her daze. She raised her head, first to look up at Steve, who was watching curiously, grinning, and getting harder against her touch. Then she remembered Andy and turned to meet his gaze. He couldn’t see where her hand had fallen. Thank fuck. But he was glaring at the pair of them. Thinking quickly, she feigned anger.

“For fuck’s sake, Steve, what did you do that for?”

She hoped that her false display of annoyance might cover how horny she felt and how badly, in that moment, she wanted to see Steve’s cock in the flesh. She pushed herself up and off Steve’s lap, shaking her head (for Andy’s benefit), and quickly moved back around to sit again next to her boyfriend.

“You’re such a knob, Steve,” she said, trying to keep things lighthearted so that Andy wouldn’t get even more wound up. “What did you want to say anyway? You’re going to have to speak up, because I’m not coming back over there again!”

“Not to worry,” Steve replied, “I think I got my answer!” He eyed her up smugly.

Grace desperately tried to regain some composure. But a combination of Steve’s unusual behavior, alongside how horny she was feeling, had her feeling quite uneasy. Not to mention the inappropriate thoughts she’d had about Steve in the last hour. And her pussy? Her pussy was pulsing and soaking wet. What was wrong with her? Why couldn’t she stop imagining Steve’s meaty cock sliding inside her? She’d never thought of Steve in this way before. Not before tonight. She had to find a way to cool the heat that was dialled up to 10 between her legs. She had to get rid of these thoughts about Steve.

“Tell you what, Andy,” Steve said, “isn’t it your round?”

Andy nodded, begrudgingly, and stood to go get the drinks. But Steve wasn’t done winding him up…

“Why don’t you get them in, and then you can tell me over a pint whether Grace is as good a cocksucker as I imagine her to be!”

Andy was ready to explode. “Fuck you, Steve. Grace, can I have a word?”

Grace looked at her boyfriend nervously, nodding her head and following.

Steve watched as the couple spoke. Andy looked pretty animated. It looked like Grace was mainly listening. It didn’t take long. Andy headed to the bar whilst Grace walked slowly back to the table.

“Steve, this needs to stop. We have to behave, or the night’ll be over.”

Bloody Andy, thought Steve. He’s going to ruin my fun.

“I have an idea,” Steve offered up. “I need to behave, but you don’t. In fact, you shouldn’t. Andy just needs to see how into him you are and watch you stick two fingers up at me and all my stupid comments. So why don’t you take your knickers off? Surprise him when he comes back, and give him a bit of a make-out session. Show him that all your naughtiness is for him! That will get things back on track!”

Steve watched as Grace tried to process whether she should be objecting or whether, maybe, Steve was onto something. Much to Steve’s surprise and delight, she smiled and nodded.

“You know what, Steve, every once in a while you do have the occasional good idea! But no more funny business from you, ok? I’m doing this for Andy.”

“Of course you are. That’s the whole point,” Steve lied, once again feeling his cock twitching at the thought of Grace’s wet, unprotected pussy lying in wait, just across the other side of the table. Grace reached under her skirt and pulled her knickers down, excited to do something naughty ‘for her boyfriend.’

“Hey stud!” Grace greeted Andy as he returned with the drinks. “How about we leave the drinks here and you come dance with me?”

Andy looked suspicious, but his expression soon softened as he saw the hopeful (and naughty) look on his girlfriend’s face. He smiled and nodded, helping Grace to her feet before leading her to the dance floor.

Steve loved it when a plan came together. The coast was clear to add another drop to the drink Andy had just bought for Grace. Drop 3, he recalled, as he let it drip down into Grace’s glass. He smiled mischievously. After this one, it should really be taking hold of her, he thought. Then another idea occurred to him. He moved the vial to hover above Andy’s drink. He paused momentarily before dropping three drops into the glass. He knew he was taking a risk, not sticking to the advised dosage. But if it worked, this should put Andy back in his box for a bit and put an end to his interfering.

Just as Steve was slipping the vial back in his pocket, Grace and Andy sat back down in front of him. “Mission accomplished?” asked Steve. “Mission accomplished!” said Grace, smiling. “What was the mission?” asked Andy. “To show you how wet you make your girlfriend,” replied Grace, leaning over and kissing Andy deep and slow.

“Alright, lovebirds! Get a room!” Steve joked. They reached for their drinks and took a slug. “Thirsty work, that dancing,” laughed Andy. He winked at Grace and blew her a kiss. He seemed to have simmered down again.

A few minutes and three empty glasses later, and Andy looked a bit groggy. Steve felt a bit apprehensive, as he’d gone against the rules, and he didn’t know how that was going to play out. But it wasn’t like he could reverse anything now, so he figured he may as well push ahead with his plan.

“So Andy, tell me more about this fantasy of seeing Grace with another guy.”

Grace’s head shot up, her eyes wide with surprise. She looked at Steve, then turned to Andy, waiting for him to go ballistic, but also a little curious about what his reply might be. Andy seemed confused by the question, trying to find the right words for a response.

“I… I… I don’t think I do want to see that. No, I definitely don’t… I…”

But Steve didn’t let him finish.

“Don’t you remember that time we were drunk, and you were telling me how much it turned you on? The thought of watching Grace let another man’s cock disappear inside her? Seeing it push her wet lips apart? Stretch her in ways you can’t. Reach places deep inside her that you can’t? I remember you telling me how hard it made you just thinking about it.”

Andy stared at Steve. He was searching for the memory. Did he really want to...