“Who wants more?” I hold it up and get an enthusiastic response, much to Stacey’s disappointment. I think she wanted to alienate us with her so-called friends, but it seems to have backfired on her. They are not horrible, just vapid and shallow and young. None of them have the same weight on their shoulders that we do, or they don’t appear to. Who knows what’s going on behind the facade they present?
The bridal shower turns into one hell of a party with singing and dancing, and I have fun letting my hair down for the first time in a very long time. I just enjoy myself like most women my age, and Stacey storms off in a huff when she realizes her attempt to have Vienna and I ostracized failed. I think I have Felicity and Nikki to thank for that. I saw them whispering in some of the more popular girls’ ears. It was nice to let loose and have fun.
“Yeah, it was, and did you see how angry Stacey was? The look on her face when everyone found out that you are now Mrs.Xavier Maricuso was fucking priceless.” Vienna giggles, but I also hear a hint of sadness in her voice.
I lift my head and turn so I can look at her, then I grab her hand and give it a squeeze. “I’m sorry. None of this must have been what you imagined would happen when you were adopted. How can you even stand to be in the same room as me when I’m married to one of your lovers? It must be awful for you.”
Her eyes widen, and she shakes her head. “Oh no, Tori. I’m not sad that you’re married to Xavier. I’m sad that everything had to happen like it did, and that I’m not sure any of us are ever going to be okay again. I’m also stinking jealous because I want both of you in my bed every night.” The alcohol has loosened her tongue. “And I’m worried that you will never truly forgive any of us for what happened, or I can forgive you for whatever you did to Gio and Casey. It’s all a mess.”
A tear trickles down her face, and I can’t stop myself. She’s so beautiful in her pain, her eyes glistening and cheeks flushed. I lean forward and kiss her. When she doesn’t react, I realize my mistake and pull away, ready to apologize for my drunken behavior, but before I can open my mouth, she launches herself at me, pinning me to the couch arm, her lips crashing against mine with a messy, all-consuming kiss. Our mouths move hungrily, and she tastes sweet, like the cocktails we consumed.
I break the kiss long enough to nip Vienna’s lip, and when she moans and melts into me, I haul her onto my lap so she’s straddling my thighs. I slide my hands up, taking her shirt with me, and toss it to the side before tonguing one of her nipples through her lacy bra. Vienna groans and tugs my head against her chest, tangling my hair in her fingers and pulling.
I reach up and tug the cup down before taking her nipple into my mouth, rolling my tongue over it then sucking hard. Vienna grinds down on me, and a wave of lust shoots through my core as the couch creaks with her movement. I slip my free hand downand tug up the hem of her dress, then I slide my fingers into her damp panties and circle her clit, using the evidence of her desire for lubrication. Vienna is practically dripping. She throws her head back, and another lusty groan echoes through the quiet living room. I coat my fingers in it before pushing them deep into her hot, tight channel and curling them to hit the spot that makes Vienna’s eyes roll back.
“Oh God, Tori,” she purrs huskily as I swap to the other breast, nipping and sucking until that nipple is a tight peak as well.
Vienna rides my fingers with wild abandon, her pussy clenching as the room fills with the scents of sweat and sex. I circle her clit with my thumb as I lean back and watch her. Fuck, she’s gorgeous.
“I’m so close, Tori, please make me come,” she mumbles breathlessly. Her asking permission does things for me, so I double my effort, and I feel her walls clench tighter as her body tenses, and suddenly, she shouts my name, and I feel her pussy flood my hand.
“Well, this looks like fun.” The voice has me looking over her shoulder to find Tristan leaning against the doorframe. I smirk at him and pull my fingers from her tight channel before bringing them to my mouth and licking her essence from them.
His eyes narrow with lust, and he groans, adjusting himself. “Now that’s just mean.”
I hold out my hand. “Want some?” I offer, and he swiftly crosses the distance between us and drops to his knees, taking my fingers into his mouth, his gaze staying on mine.
He pulls back after cleaning them and grins. “I’d rather lick it from the source, but that’s not bad.” He grabs Vienna’s head and turns it, giving her a lusty kiss. She moans again before he pulls away. “Hmm, you taste like cocktails.” He runs his tongue over his lips. “Did Tori take care of your pretty pussy?” he asks,holding her in place with one hand in her hair as mine slip to her hips.
“She did,” Vienna murmurs before sagging against me once he releases her.
“I think she needs a reward, don’t you? How should we reward her?” He looks from Vienna to me, and his eyes blaze with excitement.
Vienna seems to come to her senses and sits up, tapping a finger against her mouth. “Why don’t you take a seat next to her?” she suggests before climbing off my lap and kneeling in front of me, pushing my thighs apart.
I changed out of my work clothes when I got home, swapping them for a simple dress, knowing I would be prodded and poked by the dressmaker. Vienna reaches up and tugs my panties down. I lift my hips, helping her remove them, as Tristan takes a seat.
Once she removes my panties, she passes them to Tristan who brings them to his nose and inhales. “Someone smells needy,” he growls as she tackles the zipper and button on his pants before reaching in and palming his cock.
“Climb on, Tori, and let Tris take you for a ride on his disco stick.” Vienna grins, and I can tell she’s still pretty sloshed. I’m guessing I must be too, because after a brief hesitation, I scramble to climb into his lap, facing him, but he stops me with his hands on my hips. I begin to panic, thinking maybe he doesn’t want this, and go to climb off, but he shakes his head.
“Face Vienna,” he murmurs in my ear.
Frowning and swaying, I turn so my back is to his front, and he drags his cock through my throbbing, messy cunt. “She’s dripping, Vienna.” His voice is low and growly, and it sends a shiver down my spine.
“Let me check,” Vienna says and leans down. Tristan pushes my legs wider as Vienna drags her tongue through my foldsbefore slurping on my clit. I moan loudly and fall back against Tristan’s chest, no longer in control of my own limbs.
His big hands slide under each thigh, and he lifts, pausing with his cock at the entrance to my needy core, before slowly sliding me down it. My walls clench, and the guttural moan that escapes my mouth is obscene in the quiet room.
“Fuck,” Tristan grunts as he seats me, but as I start to squirm, his hands clamp down on my hips, holding me still.
“Give me a moment,” he murmurs. “I never thought we’d get here, and I’m already fucking close.”
“I’ll take one for the team so you don’t blow your load like a teenage boy,” Vienna teases him before leaning in and circling my clit with her tongue.
My hands move to her hair, and I hold her in place as she lashes it with the perfect amount of pressure. My pussy pulses, and both Tristan and I groan in unison.
“That’s not fucking helping,” he rasps as he places kisses on my neck, sliding his hands up to cup my covered breasts. He palms them before lightly pinching my nipples.
