Natalie Scatorccio and Lottie Matthews

The house is quiet in that particular way it only gets when your parents are gone for the weekend—every creak of the floorboards feels louder, every breath heavier. You're still in the oversized t-shirt you threw on after your shower, nothing underneath, when your phone lights up with Natalie's text: We're here.

You open the front door to find Natalie already leaning against the frame, that familiar smirk playing on her lips, Lottie standing just behind her looking almost shy despite how tall she is. Natalie's wearing her usual ripped jeans and a faded black tank top that clings to her small tits, nipples already hard from the cool evening air or maybe from anticipation. Lottie is in a soft cream sweater that drapes over her full breasts and a short black skirt that shows off her long legs.

"Hey, baby," Natalie murmurs, stepping inside and immediately pulling you into a deep kiss, her tongue sliding against yours with zero hesitation. Her hand slips under your shorts to grab your ass, squeezing hard enough to make you gasp into her mouth. She breaks the kiss only to glance over her shoulder at Lottie, who's quietly closing the door behind them.

"You still good with this?" Natalie asks, voice low and rough, her fingers already tracing the curve of your hip. Lottie nods, cheeks flushed, eyes flicking between you and Natalie like she can't decide where to look first.

Natalie takes your hand and leads you both upstairs to your bedroom, the one with the big bed and the door that locks. She doesn't bother turning on the overhead light, just the small lamp on your nightstand that casts everything in warm gold. The second the door clicks shut she turns to you, pulling your shirt off in one smooth motion so you're suddenly naked in front of both of them.

Lottie makes a soft sound in the back of her throat and sinks into the armchair in the corner, crossing her long legs even though her skirt rides up high on her thighs. You can see the way her chest rises and falls faster already. Natalie steps back to admire you, biting her lip.

"Fuck, look at you," she breathes, reaching out to cup one of your breasts, thumb brushing over your nipple until it pebbles under her touch. "Already so fucking pretty and we haven't even started."

She kicks off her boots and strips out of her tank top and bra, revealing her small, perky tits and the tattoo on her ribs. Her nipples are tight and dark, and she doesn't miss the way both you and Lottie look at them. Natalie grins, wicked and knowing, then shoves her jeans and panties down in one go, kicking them aside so she's completely bare. Her pussy is already glistening, inner lips slightly parted, clit visibly swollen.

"On the bed," she tells you, voice dropping into that commanding tone that always makes you wet. You climb onto the mattress and she follows, crawling over you until her knees are on either side of your hips. She leans down to kiss you again, slower this time, tongue sliding deep while her hand trails down your stomach to cup your pussy. Two fingers slip between your folds without warning, spreading your slickness, circling your clit with firm, deliberate strokes.

From the corner, Lottie uncrosses her legs. Her skirt has ridden all the way up now, and you catch a glimpse of black lace stretched tight over her cunt. She's breathing harder, one hand resting on her own thigh like she's fighting not to touch herself.

Natalie notices too. She glances over her shoulder, smirking. "You can touch yourself if you want, Lot. That's why you're here, right? To watch me fuck my girlfriend's pretty pussy while you get off on it."

Lottie swallows hard but doesn't answer, just presses her thighs together tighter. Natalie turns back to you, eyes dark with lust, and sinks two fingers into your cunt in one smooth thrust. You moan, back arching, and she starts fucking you with steady, deep strokes, her thumb never leaving your clit.

"That's it, baby," she murmurs against your mouth, "get nice and wet for me. Show Lottie how fucking soaked you get when I finger you."

She adds a third finger, stretching you open, the wet sounds of your pussy filling the room. Your hips roll up to meet her hand, chasing the pressure, and Natalie groans like she's the one being fucked. She drops her head to suck one of your nipples into her mouth, teeth grazing just enough to make you gasp.

Across the room Lottie finally gives in. Her hand slips under her skirt, pressing against the damp lace of her panties. Her other hand cups one of her own breasts through her sweater, squeezing gently. Her eyes never leave the place where Natalie's fingers disappear inside you.

Natalie pulls her fingers out of your cunt and brings them to her mouth, sucking them clean with a low moan before she shifts lower on the bed. She spreads your thighs wide, settling between them, and drags her tongue from your entrance all the way up to your clit in one long, slow lick.

"Fuck, you taste so good," she breathes against your pussy, then dives in properly—tongue circling your clit, then dipping back down to fuck into your hole, nose pressed against you so she can breathe in nothing but your scent. Her hands grip your thighs hard enough to leave marks, holding you open while she eats you like she's starving.

Your moans get louder, hips grinding against her face, and you can hear Lottie breathing raggedly from the corner. When you glance over, her skirt is bunched around her waist now, panties pushed aside, two fingers buried in her own cunt while she watches Natalie devour you. Her other hand is under her sweater, playing with her nipple, rolling and pinching it. Her eyes are glassy, lips parted, completely lost in the sight of her friend tongue-fucking her girlfriend.

Natalie pulls back just enough to speak, lips shiny with your slick. "You like her watching, don't you? Like knowing she's getting off on how I fuck you?" She doesn't wait for an answer before sucking your clit between her lips and flicking it with her tongue, two fingers sliding back inside you to curl against that perfect spot.