Sarah leaned in closer, blinking rapidly as if she needed to see it again. "Holy shit," she whispered, glancing between Dick and the phone. "That's... insane."
They couldn't tear their eyes from the screen. Paige's jaw tightened as she scrolled through the pictures again, lingering on the bodies sprawled across the bed. Sarah bit her lip, eyes wide. Their eyes then moved to Dick's cock, still hard, and impressive in the image, glistening from the aftermath.
"Wait," Sarah said, her brow furrowing slightly. "Why do they look like that? I mean, it almost looks... staged. Like porn-orgasm staged, you know?"
Dick chuckled casually. "Fake in porn," he said, leaning back, "real with me."
Paige let out a disbelieving scoff, her eyes still glued to the screen. "You expect us to believe you made all of them cum that hard?"
Sarah, her cheeks flushed, glanced sideways at Paige. "I mean... it looks pretty real," she muttered, her voice quieter now.
Paige shook her head, handing the phone back to Dick with a dismissive wave. "You're full of shit."
"Am I?" Dick raised an eyebrow, locking eyes with Paige, daring her to challenge him. He could see the flicker of doubt in her gaze.
Sarah, always more curious, leaned in. "So... how'd you do it? Four at once? That's… a lot." There was no judgment in her voice, just genuine curiosity, as if she was trying to piece together how someone could manage that.
Dick smirked. "Let's just say," he began, tapping his phone off and pocketing it, "when you know what you're doing, there's no limit to how many you can satisfy."
Paige rolled her eyes, but there was no heat behind it. She crossed her arms, leaning back in her chair. "Right. Next, you'll tell me you're a sex god or something."
He shrugged, letting the silence hang between them for a moment before replying, "I don't need to tell you anything. You can find out for yourself."
That hit the mark. Paige's smirk faltered for just a second, a flash of something crossing her face before she quickly covered it up. She leaned forward, her elbows on the table, her voice dropping to a low, playful challenge. "You think you could handle me, Graves?"
Dick didn't flinch. "I know I could."
Sarah shifted uncomfortably next to Paige, her eyes darting between the two. She was trying to act like she wasn't affected, but Dick could see it—the slight parting of her lips, the way her fingers twitched against her cider bottle. There was an electric tension at the table now, the air thick with unspoken desires.
Paige's eyes narrowed, a calculating look in her gaze. "Big talk, Dick," she said, her voice light but sharp. "But talk is cheap."
Without missing a beat, Dick leaned in closer, his breath hot against her face. "I don't talk for free," he whispered, his lips barely brushing against her skin.
Paige sucked in a sharp breath, but she didn't pull away. Instead, she smirked, tilting her head slightly, exposing more of her neck. "Maybe I'll let you prove it."
Sarah cleared her throat, snapping the tension between them. "Okay, enough," she muttered, half-joking, half-serious. "You two are about to make me third wheel in my own night out."
Dick looked at Sarah, her green eyes wide with curiosity, the flush in her cheeks deepening as she shifted in her seat. He smirked, leaning closer. "You can join in."
The words hung in the air like a dare. Sarah's lips parted slightly, caught off-guard by his directness, her mind clearly racing. Paige watched her friend, an amused glint in her eye, but she didn't step in to cut the tension. She was letting this play out, intrigued by how far it would go.
Sarah hesitated, biting her lip. She glanced at Paige, searching for a reaction, but Paige just leaned back, arms crossed, waiting.
Dick's gaze never left Sarah, watching her closely. "No pressure," he murmured, his voice low, coaxing. "Only if you want to."
Paige raised an eyebrow, clearly entertained. "What, scared to try something new, Sar?"
That did it. Sarah's eyes snapped back to Dick, her hesitation melting into a spark of defiance.
"I'm not scared," she said, her voice firmer now. She leaned forward, her confidence slowly returning as she met his eyes. "I just never did it with a man. But this slut..." she shot a glance at Paige, "...did a few times."
Paige shrugged with a smirk, clearly unbothered. "Guilty."
Dick kept his eyes on Sarah, sensing the shift in her posture, the way her shoulders squared, as if daring herself to cross a line she hadn't before.
"You wanna try?" he asked, his tone dropping, coaxing her further.
Sarah swallowed hard, her pulse quickening. The bar seemed to fall away around them, the noise dimming as her focus locked entirely on Dick. Paige leaned back, watching them both with a smirk.
"Maybe I do," Sarah finally said, her voice softer now.
Paige laughed, shaking her head, amused. "You sure you're ready for him?" Her eyes glinted with playful malice. "Dick's not exactly gentle."
"Shut up, Paige." Sarah's tone was sharper this time, but there was no anger—just anticipation. She was nervous, but determined, the fire in her eyes burning brighter.
Dick's smirk widened. "We can find out. Tonight."
Sarah's breath hitched, but she didn't back down. She licked her lips, nodding once, almost imperceptibly, but the decision was made. Paige, sensing the shift, leaned forward, placing her elbows on the table, eyes gleaming with interest.
"Alright then," she purred, her voice dripping with challenge. "Let's make this interesting."
Dick raised an eyebrow. "What're you thinking?"
Paige leaned closer, her grin wicked. "Whoever makes Sarah break first wins."
Sarah's eyes widened, and she shot a look at Paige, incredulous. "What?"
But Paige just laughed, ignoring her friend's sudden panic. "Come on, Sar. Let's see if you can handle both of us." She flicked her gaze back to Dick, challenging him now. "What do you say? Think you can outlast me?"
Dick leaned back in his chair. His eyes darted between them, then landed on Paige, his smirk unwavering. "You're on."
Sarah's face flushed deep red, her breath quickening. She was caught between them now, no way to back out, and despite her shock, something in her was intrigued by the idea.
Paige grinned wider, triumphant. "Then it's settled."
Without another word, they finished their drinks and headed outside. Paige didn't waste time—she slid into the passenger seat, pulling Sarah onto her lap with a wicked grin.
"Drive to my place," Paige directed. Sarah lived with her mother, and Dick... Well, his house was full of cunts. Sarah squirmed slightly, adjusting herself on Paige's thighs, her hands gripping the dashboard as Dick started the car.
Dick drove under Paige's instructions; he already knew the general
Sarah shifted nervously, biting her lip, her body stiff against Paige's.
"Relax, Sar," Paige murmured, her hands sliding up Sarah's waist, pulling her closer. "You're gonna have fun tonight. Trust me."
Sarah's breath hitched, but she didn't pull away. She glanced back at Dick through the rearview mirror, her wide eyes meeting his for a brief second before flicking back to the road ahead. There was fear, yes, but more than that—there was anticipation.
The car was filled with the low hum of the engine and the faint rustle of clothing as Paige continued to tease Sarah, her hands roaming freely. Every now and then, Paige's lips brushed against Sarah's neck, soft kisses that sent a shiver down her spine. Dick smirked as he caught the movements in the corner of his eye.route. Paige's house wasn't far, tucked away in a quiet neighborhood where privacy wouldn't be an issue.
They pulled up to Paige's house. Paige's grip tightened on Sarah's waist as she opened the door, pushing her out first before stepping onto the curb. "Inside," she ordered, a playful glint in her eye as she led the way.
Sarah hesitated for just a second before following. Dick trailed behind them, his eyes fixed on the curve of Paige's ass swaying with every step. The front door clicked shut behind them, sealing them in the soft darkness of Paige's living room. She flicked on a lamp, casting a warm glow over the space. It was cozy—leather couches, a fireplace that hadn't been lit in months, and a large glass coffee table. Paige turned around, a sly smile playing on her lips as she took in the scene.
"Take a seat," she commanded, motioning toward the couch.
Dick moved first, his body sinking into the plush leather, his gaze fixed on the two girls as they stood before him. Paige's hands were already wandering across Sarah's body, sliding up her arms, her touch slow. Sarah stood still, her breath coming in shallow gasps as Paige leaned in close, lips brushing against her ear.
"Scared?" Paige teased, her voice low, a soft chuckle escaping her lips.
Sarah shook her head, though the tension in her body told a different story. Paige didn't press further. Instead, she took Sarah by the hand and led her over to Dick, pushing her gently into his lap.
Sarah's body stiffened for a moment, her wide eyes locking onto his as she straddled him awkwardly, her knees pressing into the cushions on either side of his hips. Dick's hands settled on her thighs, gripping her gently but firmly, pulling her closer.
"You wanted to try something new, right?" Paige's voice was smooth, teasing, as she circled them, watching with darkened eyes. "Show him what you can do."
Sarah swallowed hard, her lips parting as if to speak, but no words came out. Instead, she leaned in closer, her breath warm against his neck as her hands nervously fumbled with the hem of her shirt. She hesitated, her fingers trembling before finally pulling it over her head, tossing it aside with a soft thud.
Paige's eyes gleamed as she moved behind Sarah, her hands sliding up her back, unclasping her bra in one fluid motion. "That's it," Paige whispered, her lips brushing against Sarah's ear. "Let him see you."
Sarah's bra fell away, and she was left bare before Dick, her chest rising and falling with every shaky breath. Her skin was fair, her freckles trailing down from her face to her chest. Her breasts were full, larger than he had expected, her pink nipples stiff in the cool air. Just like Paige had mentioned, she always wore baggy clothes, hiding this part of herself. But now, there was no hiding.
Paige moved in closer, brushing Sarah's hair to one side, her hands gliding over her back with possessive familiarity. "Look at you," she whispered, her lips curling into a sly smile. "You're gorgeous, Sar."
Sarah bit her lip, her hands resting nervously on Dick's chest, unsure of where to go from here. Dick didn't rush her. His hands slid up her thighs, slow, steady, giving her time to adjust, to take control of the situation if she wanted to.
But Paige had other ideas. "You wanted this," she whispered into Sarah's ear, her breath hot against her skin. "So take it."
With a trembling breath, Sarah moved, leaning down, pressing her lips to Dick's neck, her movements tentative at first. She kissed her way down, her soft lips grazing his skin, growing more confident with every touch. Dick's hands guided her hips, pulling her closer, his fingers trailing up her back, feeling the tension slowly unraveling from her body.
Paige watched, circling like a predator, her eyes dark with hunger. She bent down, her fingers trailing along Sarah's bare back before her lips found the sensitive skin just behind Sarah's ear. Sarah gasped, her body jerking slightly in Dick's lap as Paige's teeth grazed her earlobe, sending shivers down her spine.
"She's sensitive," Paige murmured, her voice low and amused. "Look how she reacts to just a little touch."
Sarah's breath hitched, her hips grinding down against Dick's lap as she tried to steady herself, her hands bracing against his chest. She was caught between the two of them now, unsure where to focus, her body already starting to tremble with anticipation.
"Relax," Dick murmured, his voice calm, steady, as his hands slid up to cup her breasts. He thumbed her nipples, rolling them between his fingers, and Sarah let out a soft, shaky moan. Her head fell forward, her lips brushing against his neck again as her hips moved on their own, rubbing against his growing hardness.
Paige grinned, her hands sliding around to cup Sarah's breasts from behind, her fingers joining Dick's, teasing her already sensitive nipples. "You like this, don't you?" Paige's voice was a dark whisper, her breath hot against Sarah's ear. "Tell him."
Sarah whimpered, her lips barely moving as she gasped, "I... I do."
Dick chuckled softly, his hands gripping her waist, guiding her movements as she ground harder against him. "Good," he murmured, his voice thick with anticipation. "Then let's see how far you can go."