Free Making Up by Tess Mackenzie Page A

the front of her shirt while we
kissed, said, “Take it off.”
    She
did. More dramatically than I expected.
She knelt next to Gareth, took off her shirt, then her bra, then
just sat there. Gareth started. Like he’d been working next to her
for years in sensible business clothes and had never got more than
a glimpse of cleavage before.
    He kissed
her, and I felt a little jealous, just a bit. But Erica was moaning into his mouth and pulling his shirt
open and very into this, so I made myself stop.
    “ Hey,” she
said, and reached out towards me. I went
over and she kissed me too. That felt a little better.
    Gareth
started playing with her breasts, sucking them, and Erica closed
her eyes and sighed. Then he kissed her
and I was redundant again.
    Erica got a
condom out her jeans pocket and tore it open, did that while
kissing Gareth and having her tits sucked. She opened Gareth’s pants and rolled it onto him, then
started giving him head. It was odd to watch. You see your partner
a certain way, see her loving and tender. Watching her pull off
such a slickly slutty move reminds you off the history before you,
reminds you that once upon a time she sucked strangers cocks in the
backs of cars. She slid onto the floor and knelt between his legs,
kept her eyes open and stared up at him the whole time.
    Erica isn’t a
bad person. She understood how this might
make me feel. After a few minutes she slid over and started sucking
on me, too. While she did she kept glancing over at Gareth, like
she was putting on a show just for him, and I suppose in a way she
was.
    He got up,
and knelt behind her, and got her jeans and underwear pulled
down. He started stroking her gently. I
could see Erica’s face. When he touched her she closed her eyes and
bit her lip and slumped onto my leg like she couldn’t think enough
to remember what she was doing. Gareth must have got bored, or
decided she was as wet as she needed to be. He still had a condom
on, shiny with Erica’s spit, still had a hard-on, so he got close
up behind her and slid himself in. They both froze for a second,
like it was so good they just had to kneel there and feel it, and
then Gareth started fucking her. I sat there. She’d long ago given
up sucking my cock, she just knelt there, sighing. Gareth avoided
eye-contact with me over Erica’s back.
    Erica
came. It seemed to be good and it seemed
to last a while.
    “Wait,” she said, looking back over her
shoulder to Gareth, “Wait a sec, don’t come yet, I want to go
again.”
    He looked
like he’d been counting backwards already, and wasn’t sure he
could. She noticed, and grinned, and held
me in her hand until I got hard.
    She sat on me
backwards, pushed back until I was in her, then reached over and
took Gareth’s cock and started sucking on it, the latex slick from
her pussy and all. It’s something she
only ever does when she’s really turned on. I let her fuck me and
thought about how I was inside her. I was where, barring condoms,
another guy had been a second before. I couldn’t decide if that
turned me on or was just horrible. I felt like I should care more
than I seemed to.
    Gareth
suddenly grabbed her, and pulled her off me, and bent her over a
chair and did her from behind, standing up. They were across the room for the first time that evening,
but I didn’t feel any worse watching than when they were right
there. Erica came again, another long, shuddery, gaspy orgasm. I
was starting to notice she was only coming when he was inside her,
and wasn’t sure how that made me feel. I suppose it was only
natural. She finished coming, then pushed Gareth off again and
grinned at him.
    She came back
over and fucked me for a while and Gareth sat in his chair and
watched. Then she went back to him and I
watched them. Then she came back. She was walking differently,
moving differently. Usually she’d walk around topless with her
hands over her breasts, would pull her underwear back on as soon as
she’d done