Friends at the Cottage, Part I

Let me set the scene. Two couples, mid twenties, on holiday at a rented cottage in the countryside. This was our third group holiday, and after two years at resorts in Tenerife, we’d decided to try somewhere closer to home, which is how we came to be spending a week in a remote corner of Wales.

It had taken forever to get here. We’d left London early in the morning and it was mid-afternoon before we arrived at the small house that would be our base for the next seven nights.

Let me introduce us. I’m Pete, the designated driver, and the tall, slim, south Asian girl is my girlfriend, Heena. Her best friend, Sarah, is the blonde. Apart from hair and skin colour, they could have been twins; both beautiful, with delicious curves and great figures. This evening they’d even landed on similar outfits. They were both wearing short skirts and baggy shirts.

Rounding out the set was Gary, Sarah’s boyfriend. We’d all known each other for years and we got on really well.

This first evening we’d been to the pub for dinner and a few drinks then walked back to the cottage, all a bit merry. It had been Sarah’s idea to open a bottle of wine and drink it on the lawn, which is how we came to be lying on blankets under a clear sky watching the stars twinkle.

“It’s amazing,” said Heena.

Sarah topped up glasses while Gary opened another bag of chocolates.

“The sky? Yeah,” I agreed. Out here, far from the city’s light pollution, the air was clear and the stars beautiful.

“What’s the most public place you’ve had sex,” said Sarah suddenly. “Pete, you first.”

“Wait, what?” I said, surprised.

Heena rolled her eyes. “Play the game, Pete. Answer the question.”

“Er, right.” I sipped my drink, playing for time. “Ok. Let me think. Right, yes. Lecture theatre at Uni. Between lectures.”

“Between?” said Gary. He sounded sceptical.

“She was very hot,” I explained, “and very horny. I’d been fingering her all through the lecture.” I looked at Heena and Sarah; Gary wasn’t the only one with doubts. “What can I say? She wasn’t patient. As soon as the theatre emptied, she was all over me, and we did it, her on top, in the back row. She finished just before the next students came in.”

Heena nodded along and grinned. “That’s not bad. Gary, you’re next.”

“Oh, right. Well, not quite as risqué as Pete, but I suppose my story would be a mid-afternoon encounter with an old girlfriend in the sand dunes on Hayling Island. We were on holiday with her family, and we snuck away for a few hours to have some fun. Ended up getting lost in the nature reserve, but it was fun while it lasted.”

Sarah made a face and shook her head. “Sand. Can’t be doing anything with sand. Nasty stuff.”

“Yeah, she moaned about the sand getting, well, everywhere.” He grinned. “Had to have a long bath when we got back to clean it all out.” He looked at Sarah. “Well?”

Sarah looked around and grinned. “Mine’s a bit dull. A grope, a handjob, and a disappointing fingering behind the bike sheds is about the extent of my outdoor sex. Not that I haven’t wanted to,” she added with a meaningful look at Gary, “but city life brings precious few opportunities if you’re not willing to risk a criminal record.”

“Hey, don’t blame me,” said Gary. “I’m always looking for excuses to get in your knickers.”

She leaned over and kissed him. “Are you, now?”

I gave a little cough. “Heena, what’s your story?” I asked before things got any more heated.

”Honestly, I’m a bit disappointed with all your exploits. They’re so tame, so safe. You wanna hear a real story?” said Heena. She grinned.

“Tame?” I said, feigning outrage. “Go on, then. Give us your best story.”

She licked her lips and glanced around.

“Ok, here goes. You know those videos you see on porn sites where three female uni students get together in a hotel room in the US and fuck? I shot one of those,” said Heena with a smug look.

We all looked at her, gobsmacked.

I cleared my throat. “Seriously?”

“Oh, yeah. It was before we met, obviously. You know I did a year in Miami as part of my course? Things got pretty wild a couple of times.”

“I don’t believe you,” said Sarah.

“You want proof? Ok, I can do that.” Heena pulled out her phone and pulled up her photos app. She tapped in a password, scrubbed through the video a little, then showed us the screen.

“Holy fuck,” I whispered as I watched a younger version of my girlfriend cavorting on a huge bed. On-screen Heena was naked, on her back, legs open. She was kissing a girl lying beside her as a second girl enthusiastically licked her pussy and groped her boobs. She was clearly enjoying it immensely.

“You never told me about this,” I said, slightly miffed that she’d kept it secret.

She shrugged. “We all have pasts. Besides, I wasn’t sure how you’d take it.” She looked quizzically at me.

I was dumbfounded, but when I could drag my eyes from the screen I found I still loved her. I grinned and waggled my eyebrows. “It’s super-hot, and I guess this means you’ve won our little contest.”

“Although it wasn’t really very public,” said Sarah as Heena put the phone away without letting the video finish.

“Spoilsport,” I said, although I was definitely going to find out more about that video later.

“Well, maybe it wasn’t public, but it was pretty hot, right?” said Heena. “So now what? I mean, you’ve all seen me, and I know Pete is going to want to watch the whole thing later.”

“Me too,” said Sarah. “Just for research, obviously,” she added when Heena looked surprised. “Anyway, since my story was so ‘tame’, I thought I might make up for it this evening.”

We all looked at her. I was more than a little surprised, but Heena looked like she knew what was coming.

“Really? What were you thinking?” said Heena, hardly even trying to sound sincere.

“I thought a fuck on a blanket under the stars with my best friends would be pretty cool,” said Sarah.

I looked at Heena, who licked her lips. She had that look she got when she was horny. Now I was certain; she and Sarah had cooked this up between them.

“I’m up for fucking outside with my friends,” said Heena, “but I’m going to need some more booze. Be right back.” She dashed back into the house leaving me open-mouthed on the blanket.

“So, er, I’ll just go and see—“ I started, but Sarah shook her head.

“Don’t worry, she’s coming back.” She smiled and licked her lips, and I felt my cock stirring.

A moment later, Heena reappeared with a bottle of vodka. She was wearing only her knickers, and her breasts bounced in the moonlight as she walked across the lawn. Gary chugged the remains of his wine to cover his astonishment.

“Oh my god,” I breathed as she sat down next to me and began pouring vodka into our wine glasses.

She raised her glass. “To outdoor sex.” We all drank to that. “Come on, then. Don’t let me be the only one sitting here practically nude. I want to fuck.”

Nobody moved. We looked around, all waiting for someone else to make the first move.

”What about the last bit?” said Sarah. “The interesting part of the idea.”

“Oh, right, yes,” said Heena. ”We’re swapping partners. Just to spice things up a bit.” She looked at me. “If that’s ok?”

I looked at Gary, and he nodded with more enthusiasm than I’d expected. I looked back at Sarah, who grinned lustfully at me, and nodded. “Yeah, that sounds like a plan.”

“Who goes first?” said Gary a little hoarsely. Heena sloshed more vodka into his glass and he dashed it back. She put the bottle down, stood up and slid her knickers down. “Wow,” said Gary. Heena moved to stand over him, one foot either side of his thighs, her crotch close to his face.

“Don’t get too distracted,” said Sarah. I could feel her breath on my neck, then she nibbled my ear and a hand slid down my chest and over my belly. ”Let’s see what you’ve got down there.”

I turned away from watching Heena soliciting oral sex from Gary just in time for Sarah to slip her hand into my shorts and caress my rock-hard cock. “I think he wants to come out to play,” she said, stroking slowly up and down. She kissed my lips and I kissed her back, then she removed her hand, swung her leg over, and squatted down on me. We kissed some more, then she leaned back and pulled her shirt off. Her bra followed, then she pushed me onto my back, stood up and removed her skirt and knickers.

“Holy shit,” I murmured, stealing a glance at Heena. She had one leg up on Gary’s shoulder and was pulling his face into her pussy. She saw me looking and smiled, then she bit her lip and moaned, closing her eyes as she leaned into the pleasure.

Sarah’s hands at the waist of my shorts dragged my attention from Heena’s naked body. She squatted over my legs to tug at my clothing, and without even thinking about it, I lifted my hips. She yanked my shorts down and tossed them away. My cock stood to attention, and Sarah moved until she was squatting just above me. The anticipation was delicious, then she grasped my cock, positioned it at the entrance to her vagina, and lowered herself onto me.

“Oh, fuck, that’s good,” she said, eyes closed, head back, breasts thrust out as she rocked back and forth. I just lay there, trying to work out how we’d gone from drinking and stargazing to swinging in only a few minutes. I reached up and caressed one of her breasts, and Sarah gave a little moan.

I looked over at Heena. She still had Gary’s face locked against her cunt and her leg up on his shoulder, but now she was folded over, mouth open, panting and making the little noises I recognised as signals of her fast-approaching climax. Watching her getting tongued by another man was almost enough to make me lose control. She was moaning continuously now, and Sarah stopped moving to watch, entranced, as her friend’s orgasm burst through her.

Heena jerked against Gary’s face, then staggered back a few paces, a huge grin on her face. She looked over at me and Sarah and nodded with satisfaction.

“He’s good at that, right?” said Sarah. Heena nodded, and I had a sudden pang of performance anxiety. I slid a hand up Sarah’s leg until I could gently ease my thumb onto her clit. She looked back at me and began to circle her hips. “Keep doing that,” she hissed as she moved.

“With pleasure,” I said. She was hardly moving, now, rocking her hips in tiny motions as she ground herself against me.

Heena, meanwhile, was desperate for more. She dropped to all fours on the blanket, leaned over to kiss me, then looked back at Gary, who still hadn’t moved.

“Well? You want your reward?” she said, shaking her arse at him and moving her knees a little further apart. For a moment I thought Gary was going to say no, but then he caved to human frailty, stripped off his clothes and fell into position behind Heena.

A moment later she rocked forward as he entered her from behind. I could their flesh slapping as he pounded at her, eager for his moment.

Sarah distracted me by gasping, “I’m gonna cum, fuck, yes, oh, fuck!” Her cunt tightened, her belly spasmed, and she let out a cry of pleasure before lowering herself down to kiss me. Her breasts squashed deliciously against my chest, then she whispered in my ear, “Thank you.”

“My pleasure,“ I croaked, my rigid cock still fully inside her.

Heena moaned again. Her eyes were closed, her breasts bouncing beneath her as Gary rammed into her again and again, going as fast as he could. I knew she liked this, and it was no surprise when she came again, loudly, a great shuddering orgasm. Gary finished at almost the same time, then he slumped back on his heels. Heena lowered herself to the ground then rolled onto her side.

“Well?” she said, looking at me. “Are you fucking her or taking a little rest?”

Sarah heaved herself up and sat back, then she lifted herself so that only the tip of my cock was still inside her. For a moment I thought she was leaving, but then she thrust down, engulfing me again. I shuddered.

“Do that again,” I managed to say. And she treated me to the most exquisite sensation as I watched her slide slowly up and down my cock, over and over again, her expression one of obvious joy as she watched me approaching my orgasm.

“Not much longer,” I hissed. One more downward thrust and the dam broke. I came deep inside her, and she grinned as my cock jerked and pumped.

She stroked a few more times then leaned down and kissed me again before sliding off and crouching back on her heels.

“Fuck, that was good,” I said. I propped myself up on my elbows and looked around. We were all sweaty from the exertion and grinning from the experience, but now that I’d had a taste, I wanted more. I cleared my throat. “Quick dip in the pool before the next round?”