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I love my Fridays. They're still a working day but over a year ago now, I'd arranged with my boss that I could work from home on Fridays. In fact half the people in our head office worked from home on Fridays but I still felt that I was getting a good deal out of my working life. I work in accounts for a fashion business. It's a pretty steady 9-5 and the days are busy but there are rarely too many surprises and I don't have to stretch myself too hard to keep on top of the paperwork. There are four of us in my team, the boss is Andy, a good guy to work for. He's in his early 40s, confident and very capable but definitely working himself too hard. Even though 15 years must have passed, he still tells stories of his time as a professional footballer and though the tall tales aren't ageing well, Andy himself is doing a decent job of keeping himself in shape. My two other colleagues are Karen and Mike. Karen's lovely, she's my go-to gal, she's my pal, my source of office and accounting help and my source of all the office gossip. She's just a year older than me at 35 but she has so much energy and bounce that no- one every guesses that she's yet left her twenties behind. Mike is the grad-schemer, team junior and general go-fer. He's young enough to be out on the town three nights of the working week, just about make it in for nine o'clock each morning and still be capable of at least looking like he's doing some work. You can guarantee that by lunchtime on Wednesdays and Thursdays, he'll have regaled Karen and I with at least one story of the new girl that he met last night. Each one is going to be the new love of his life, but none of them ever are. Mondays are even more entertaining when he'd be in the office, usually looking more tired than rested, with a whole weekend's adventures to tell. I'm Nick, 34, Accounts Manager for Niven Fashions. Single (sadly (though it has some benefits)), 5'7 (just tall enough), clean shaven, clean living (mostly), a bit on the thin, even slight side (cyclist) and a pretty happy soul. I'm a big fan of live music though my own guitar playing continues to be underwhelming. I guess if I had lessons or even practiced at all I might actually get better. The reason i particularly like Fridays is that I get to indulge myself a little. I think some of my colleagues abuse the working from home arrangements but I have always been conscientious about these things and I'd do my full working hours before shutting down the computer and lining up Friday night r&r. In reality, there was never much option to not work, there are almost always invoices to process, emails to catch up on, the end-of-week team call and new accounts to set up. And that didn't include the almost inevitable IT outage that would occur on a Friday just at some crucial moment, and almost certainly just before I'd saved the next important document that I was working on. When I say indulge, my treat for Fridays is that I can leave the suit in the cupboard and dress down and when I say dress down, what I mean is dress up. To explain ... Today is Friday. I always take a little bit longer to get ready on a Friday so the alarm sounded 6.15. My clothes for the day were already laid out but I before I could dress I had my routine to follow. My first treat was to take a bath containing good helping of a foaming bath lotion. I took a razor to my legs and, with the help of some shaving foam, from my toes to the tops of my thighs, I cleared any hair growth from the last week. I quickly ran the razor over my chest though that was largely a precaution, for some reason my torso never felt it needed to bother with chest hair. I showered myself clean, washed my hair quickly (it was always going to be quick, I don't have much - I'd started losing it before I was even thirty), stepped out of the shower, dried myself in the special, pink, Friday extra-thick towel, patted myself dry and wrapped myself in a long, warm bathrobe. I sat myself at the dressing table and started my still developing but increasingly polished makeup routine ... I'm entirely self-taught, if learning from youtube can be counted as self-taught. I won't go through all the details but, even if I do so myself, I'm gettting quite good. It's an expensive habit, Ms Mac and Ms Charlotte Tilbury will be able to afford to go on nice holidays next year at the rate I've been buying new products. My foundation today is slightly more tan than my skin, though I'm naturally pale enough that I'm safely a long way from orange. I go a little darker with my eye shaddow, it's a little more dramatic than usual but I'm on my own for the day and I only have the mirror (my friend and nemesis) for company. My eyebrows (just when did eyebrows become so important?) are high, dark and arched and my eyelashes are verging on seductive - curled, mascara-ed and enhanced with stick-on extensions. My cheekbones look slightly pronounced, I've worked hard to learn that trick without making it look like I've been at clownschool. I'm very proud of my lips (such vanity, I know), today the lipstick is almost red, more of a deep pink, and, just to make them look a little bigger, inside the dark lining, they're a lighter shade and they're covered in a slight sheen of gloss. I'm very happy with my makeup today, but as usual, I won't look back in that mirror till I'm dressed now. Next, to dress. My bra first, pink, lacy, 34C, just covering the nipples of my new breastforms. Those babies are my new pride and joy - I saved and saved and still held off for weeks with nerves as to whether they would be worth it. Oh man, they so are! With a slightly thicker necklace than would be my first choice, all I see when I look down is a fantastic rack. The only way I could improve this view would be to have implants and, well that's a thought for another day. I used to need a waist cincher but a summer on the bike and some careful dieting has meant that I can go without and still be flat stomached. I pull up my pink cotton g-string panties and tuck myself away. I'm as flat and as neat as a pin. It always feels a slight shame to cover them with nylons but I need those to cover my hip pads (homemade from foam - have I yet thanked youtube?) Two more pairs of sheer tights and those pads aren't going anywhere and I have all the right shapes in all the right places. I almost chose a pale turquoise blouse and a short pencil skirt but I wore that last week. Instead I slip into and pull on a tight, ribbed, white cotton dress. It shows off those curves, it's v-necked (almost plunging) showing off plenty of my new chest and it stops half-way down my thighs (I can always hitch it up a bit later if I think I'm that kind of girl). I slip on my favourite shoes - 3" heals. They took some learning and then it's back to the bedroom for the two final items to complete my ensemble for the day. I clip on diamond stud earings, again, I've not committed to peircings yet, and then finally ... I think I look better with dark hair but it's a close run thing. The sun is out, and the world knows they have more fun, so today I'm blonde. I do love this wig, the hair feels so natural, it's long - almost to my nipples - and has just a slight wave. Only now with my hair in place can I look back in the mirror. My heart skips one beat and my mind moves to make the adjustment - Nikki is back, that smile says it all, the day is at her mercy. Breakfast was no more than a coffee, (I love that lipstick imprint on a white coffee cup) and making my way to the desk, heels clicking on the way, I tuned in to the work tasks for the day. I had my "to do" list, the emails from yesterday evening and my calendar to get through. It didn't look like it was going to be of of my busiest days, half a dozen accounts to process, one bad debt to chase, the team meeting at 10 and a look at a couple of new online accountancy packages. I know that I could make more of myself but I like the company and I really enjoy working in this team. I get the tasks done that are asked of me and I get to go home at a good time and on fridays, indulge myself. I was through the first tasks of the day and it was only 9.30. Time for one more treat before the team call. On the way home last night I'd stopped off at the drugstore and picked up a packet of false nails. I'd rarely apply them as my usual stick-on versions could ping off at random moments and I'd have to spend 10 minutes looking for the pesky things. This morning I had time to glue them on. They were a deep red colour so there was no harm in using enough glue to make sure they weren't going anywhere fast, there was no way that the glue would show through. New nails meant one more thing to me. Since I first tried them, I've loved they way they made my fingers look so long and feminine - they make me carry my hands differently and that, in turns means my arms and shoulders are all that bit more feminine. Long nails needed one more thing to set them off and add to my glamour - a cigarette. Nick doesn't smoke but Nikki loves an occasional tobacco hit. Ten minutes to the team call and I inhaled deeply and enjoyed the peace of the moment. Computer on, emails up, calendar up and I clicked onto the link to the team Zoom call. It's still all a bit clumsier to me with the long nails but it was worth it to see my fingers look so elegant as they tapped the keyboard. I'd keep the camera off and wouldn't be visible to the team but, even so, this was going to be only my second call fully en femme. I've done plenty wearing stockings, thong panties and a, sadly, unfilled bra under my baggies but I'd started to become more confident now that all the team calls are all done without cameras - I suspect Andy doesn't like to show that he doesn't dress so very smartly when it comes to internal calls with the team. I also think that Mike has hidden more than a few hangovers by not having his face on the laptop screen. I put the cigarette out and admired the pinky-red stain on the filter, smiling slightly at my ridiculous pride in having created the mark. I clicked on the mouse and joined my colleagues. .".. heard that you were going out last night, Mike, how're you feeling today?" That was Karen's beautiful voice, gently teasing Mike. You could hear that she thought he'd be suffering. "Honestly, I'm fine thank you." He sounded awful, his words sounded were raspy and slow. "Oh hello. We haven't met, you must be a friend of Nick's. Did you mean to be on this call?" There was silence. I heard Mike's question but I couldn't put the thoughts together quick enough to answer. Zoom must be showing that I'd joined the call, and OH SHITTT... my camera was on! Oh shit! Oh shit. I closed it as fast I could, my heart pumping at twice its normal rate and, at the same time, sinking into the pit of my stomach. "Oh so... so sorry." That was my voice. "I... I was just borrowing Nick's computer." I coughed. I felt sick. All three of my colleagues had been on the call, my boss, the team junior and Karen, the best friend I've ever had at work. All of them must have seen me. Fuck, oh fuck, that was not supposed to happen. Nikki doesn't get seen by the rest of the world and now she'd been seen by some of those that know me best. Not only that but I'd spoken to them - I've tried feminising my voice before and I've been no better than OK. Oh god, I'm not sure I even got close to OK just then. .".. oo'd you think that was, his sister?" That was Mike, he was sounding less hungover than he had been moments before. "Hi everyone. Sorry I'm late. Nick here." Back to my normal voice and time to start this call again. "So, Mr Nick." That was Karen's clear cut tones. "And just who was that we spotted at your place just now? I must say, she was very attractive. And very welll dressed for this time of day." "Oh, er, that was my sister, err ... Nikki..." Oh this was horrible, what was I saying? "Err ... She came round to ... borrow some ... some sugar" I was trying to sound convincing but I could tell my voice had a shake in it that was probably audible. My sister? Borrowing sugar? that wasn't in the least bit convincing. And Karen, I was almost sure, knew that I was an only child. Jeez... "Riiight," said Karen and Matt at exactly the same time. I could almost hear their eyebrows raising. "Your parents named you Nick and Nikki?" Matt continued "Wow, they're at the front of the queue for the Imagination Awards, aren't they?" "Okay, great, that's enough, let's get through this morning's call quickly, I'm sure we've all get betting things we want to be doing." Andy, took charge and we were back onto the usual, efficient run through of the week's business and the plans for next week. Behind a camera that I now knew was off, my heart had time to climb back to its rightful position and slow to a pace that I could manage. Just when I thought Andy was going to send us all on our way, he changed his tone... "Thanks again for all your hard work these last few weeks. I know you've all put in 110% and somehow in the next couple of weeks, I'd like to show each of you my appreciation. For now though, I know he's been keeping this secret very quiet .." Again, my poor heart missed beats and sank. .".. today is Matt's birthday!" And relax, I wasn't going to be called out just yet... "Perhaps we could all put on our cameras and toast Matt with our coffees and give him a round of applause ..." "Oh my God, no," I thought. "Not again. How can they do this to me?" "Happy birthday, Matt!" Karen's face appeared on the screen. She looked her flawless, beautiful self. Dark ginger hair in a perfect long bob, looking comfortable in a high-neck black jumper. Her beautiful, tasteful house pictured behind her. "Happy birthday, Matt! Have an awesome day!" That was very enthusiastic for Andy. His face had appeared on screen - good looking for a man approaching 50, his salt-and-pepper colored hair well groomed in a patterned blue silk shirt that was buttoned down too far for a man of his age. For a guy running a fashion business, he could sometimes miss the mark by quite a distance. "Happy birthday Matt. Hope you have a fantastic day and everyone treats you like a star today!" I'm not quite sure where that came from but I was making sure that my fingers, and fingernails, stayed a long way from the computer keys. There was no way I was risking showing Nikki to them again. "No camera, Nick?" said Andy. "Everything ok?" "No. Err yes... Yes, everything ok. No, no camera, it doesn't seem to be working at the moment." It was a bit feeble but that was all I could manage. "Oh. Shame. I thought it was working earlier. Anyway, if we can't see you, I'm sure we can all imagine you cheersing Matt. Happy birthday Matt!" "Thanks all," Matt said. He appeared on screen, 22 today, dark hair totally unstyled, unshaven, looking without any doubt like he'd had too much beer last night but with a smile that made it look as though, he at least, had felt like it it had been worth it. "I've felt better but I'm looking forward to a good day and a party this weekend. Do come if you like. You're all really welcome. It's just downstairs from my appartment - Bar Smith - from 9 if you fancy it..." I wasn't going to be going but Bar Smith - that was interesting. It was only a block from my appartment. Bar Smith was very stylish but it was known more for the fact that it welcomed everyone of all persuasions. It didn't advertise to any particular crowd but if you wanted to mix with the most diverse people in town, you wouldn't go far wrong. "Bye ya'll. Work hard." That was Andy closing the call. I closed out of the call and breathed. And again. Oh my. That had been such a mistake. Nikki had shown herself to my colleagues and there was no going back from that. At some point I'd have to make up a further story about who she was and what this lady was doing "borrowing sugar." Oh man, how clumsy was I? A further coffee was needed just to get my head back in gear... After a quick trip to the bedroom mirror to check that shock hadn't made my make-up vanish, I sat back down to the computer and, minding my nails on the keyboard and with my nerves just about back in one piece, I logged back in. There was a firm knock at the door. I hadn't buzzed anyone in and I wasn't expecting anyone, my heart raced once more. "I'll ignore it, if it's a delivery, they can always leave it with the concierge." There was a further knock knock. "What a day," I thought, "Fridays are my quiet days." I got up and clicked my way to the door. I peered through the spyhole. "Oh crap." It was Matt. The birthday boy himself. It turned out that my colleague, the guy that I'd just discovered lived only a block away was at my door. "Hey, is that Nikki? I work with your brother. Nick. I think I saw you on our work call earlier and I just heard your heals come to the door so I know you're there. I won't be long, I just wanted to check a work matter with him." My mind was working overtime. Was that a knowing tone I could hear? There was a lot of emphasis somewhere in there. "Could you just let me in, if he's not here, he'll have the file by his computer." This was nuts. I opened the door a chink and Matt was looking straight back at me. He flashed his cocky smile and pushed the door, banging my shoulder but not hard but he was definitely making sure he was coming in. "Hi. I'm Matt." He stood in the hallway grinning. "Hi," I said as breathily as I could. "I'm, er Nikki." "Hi, er Nikki. I did see you on the call this morning. You're even more stunning in person than you were on my screen." It was a bit cheesy but it still made me blush, no wonder he always had a tale to tell. "Is Nick here?" he said as he walked through to my lounge and, bold as you like, sat down on my sofa. "No" I was struggling with my voice but I was holding it together. Just. "He's gone to do some errands." "Oh, errands is it?" Matt was continuing to smile and look very at home. I was feeling very uncomfortable and not at all at home. My mind was whirring, I was Nikki and had to ensure that I stayed in personna but this wasn't Nikki's appartment and I didn't quite know how to behave. More to the point, this is the first time I'd ever spoken to anyone as Nikki (I'm not counting chat room texting). I didn't really want to say too much, I really wasn't confident in my voice. "Nikki, is there any chance you could get me a glass of water? Or, it is my birthday, maybe a beer?" "Of course," I said. Every word thought through internally before I was confident to speak. I was speaking so slowly, I must sound like such a ditz. I disappeared into the kitchen, heels still clicking - a reminder of my predicament. I knew the height of my heels was causing a sway of my hips, on my own I was so proud of that swing, now ... that pride was still there but tinged with concern and, oh christ where did that come from, some excitement. I managed a water and ice from the fridge and poured out a beer. What was I doing? I was just giving away my brewskis to the team junior! And why was I checking my hair in the reflection from the oven, why did how I look matter now? I tottered my way back to where Matt was looking all to reclined and comfortable on the sofa. Perched in my heels, bending both knees, a girl has to maintain her dignity, I put the beer down on the coffee table. It must have slipped at the last because it clattered onto the table. As I tried to rectify the slip, I forgot about the glass of water in my other hand. That went everywhere. Actually it didn't go everywhere, it went mostly over Matt's' trousers - water, ice, the lot. "I'm so sorry." Ahem, oh shit, that was Nick's voice. "Ahem, I'm so sorry. Let me get a towel." That was better, maybe he didn't notice. I scampered off to grab a clean towel from the kitchen. I came back to find Matt stripped out of his pants. That would have been one shock, the further shocks were that this was also the moment I learnt that Matt wears a lacy g-string for underwear, and, very visibly, something significant was straining to get out of that underwear. There was a moment of silence. I was stood, wide eyed and mouth open, holding an empty glass and Matt, wet pants on the floor, sat, not uncomfortably, looking back at me. He smiled. I suddenly realised he wasn't actually trying to hide himself, he simply eased himself back on the sofa, wiping surplus water off his legs. "Well that broke the ice, didn't it?" Matt was still smiling as he spoke. He was looking slight more coy than he had been a moment before. "I am so s..." I started. "No pun intended" Matt continued "it looks like the ice isn't broken at all, it's just that it's melting." I looked round, he wasn't wrong. It brought a small smile to my lips. "Would you sit down here next to me a moment? By the way, you look amazing when you smile." That made me smile again. I considered for a moment and then joined him on the sofa, gracefully bending from my knees and smoothing out my skirt of my dress, not that there was much of it to smooth out. I perched on the edge rather than sat. "Please, sit closer." I shuffled a few inches backwards. Less gracefully than I had managed to sit down. I felt a hand on my leg. Warm and strong, it wasn't unwelcome. "Nick, that is you isn't it? I saw you on the call earlier and I just thought you were stunning. I thought about letting the moment go but when you all sang Happy Birthday to me and your camera 'wasn't working', I thought twice about the girl at the start of the call. Even when I thought it might be you, I thought I might let sleeping dogs lie. Sorry, you're the very opposite of a dog." He flushed, that was quite cute. "Then I thought it's my birthday, what have I got to lose..." He paused, looking at me for some indication that I wasn't about to slap him. Some indication of anything really. I nodded. "Yes, it's me," quietly but very definitely in Nikki's voice. I was getting better, even unconsiously. "I wanted to come round and meet the beautiful Nikki. There was something about her that I recognised in myself." He looked down at his still soaking white, and now pretty transparent, g-string. He looked back up at me with a shy smile, puppy dog eyes seeking approval. I lent over and give him a little kiss on the forehead. "I'm Nikki, I'm pleased to meet you ...?" "I'm Matt. Sometimes I'm Maisey. But today is my birthday and Maisey isn't here today." His voice was finding its confidence again, his hand gently sqeezed my leg. "Would you care to give me my present now?" He looked down at his constrained member. It twiched. His tone was quite authoritative. I stared at his manhood through the lacy gauze it looked twice as big as the one Nick owned. "Actually", he continued with a knowing smile "seeing how interested you're looking, maybe it's me that'll be giving you a present." I looked it him, still stunned by how I had come to be here. "I, I really don't thi....." I was interrupted mid-stuttering protestation, Matt leaned forward and kissed me right on the lips. He pulled back an inch, his eyes on mine. I didn't move, he moved in again his lips on my lips. His arm came around my shoulder and suddenly this was a truly passionate kiss. Our lips meshed, some of my lipstick smeared, our teeth bumped but he was not letting go of me. I felt my own arm reach forward, no higher than his leg but I wanted to feel this man that couldn't be doing more to show that he liked me, liked me, Nikki, and he wanted me. We kissed and kissed again. Pecks turned into smooches, Matt's hands were all over my back and my butt. I was getting the better deal, my hands were all over Matt's back and his butt, but he was almost naked and I still had my dress on. Once more I leant forwards to kiss this hunk of a man in my arms. He tried to keep his balancce by stepping backwards but the chair was there, his balance went and he ended up sitting down heavily, very much reclined. He put his arm over the back of the chair looking as confident as it was possible for a man in lacy panties to be. I looked down from his eyes, down his chest to the very erect cock that was straining those panties with both his length and his girth. "So, ... shall we do something about that birthday present ...?" He left the sentence hanging but the smile on his face showed that he had every confidence he'd get what he wanted. I kneeled down in front of him. His legs were toned and not too hairy. The g-string wasn't really covering a thing. It certainly wasn't covering Mike's thing. It was so wet that it was transparent. I realised that his cock was the only thing I had any focus on, I hadn't looked up at his face since getting on my knees, I couldn't look past that tube of meat. Actually, I didn't want to see his face, to see any reaction now might change my mind. I was convincing myself that I wanted to lick that cock and my mind was just about made up. I put my left hand on a well muscled thigh for support and reached forward. My fingers, tipped by those deep red nails pulled the panties to one side and let Matt's cock free. I was very concious the back of my fingers had just grazed a man's cock. My heart was racing. I was just about remembering to breathe. That cock was beautiful, almost two inches across, maybe seven long, pointing at the ceiling, hard and twitching as if looking for attention. My palm flat, I stroked that cock. It was warmer than I expected and it twitched again, playful. My fingers wrapped around his width. I could feel him pulsing, eager for more. Now I looked up, coyly, through my lashes, at Matt's face. He was caught in a mix of anticipation, expectation, passion, pleasure and pain. I breathed, he was mine to do with as I wanted. Matt was out of the picture, only his cock mattered now. Still holding his cock, I edged myself a little closer, nudging his knees out of the way with my hips. I leant forwards, staring at that one-eyed monster wrapped in my fingers. I leant in further, I was breathing on his cock. I'd fantasised about this for years, I wasn't going to rush this final moment. I gave the tip a gentle kiss. I gave it a firmer kiss and let my bottom lip linger as I lifted away. I went in for a third time, I kissed again but this time I didn't pull away. I opened my lips slightly and my tongue reached out to taste the smallest trace of pre-cum. I slipped my lips over his tip and ran my tongue across, over and around his glans. I heard the quiest of moans and all I felt was pride. Pride that I was giving pleasure but also that I knew there was a lot more to come. I lowered my head, taking more of him into my mouth, my tongue flitting across those parts that I knew to be so sensitive. Up and down my head started to bob, lowering further each time but only by a fraction, I was going to make the most of this. Matt was huge, he was filling me and I had only managed to take half of him into my mouth. Actually, I'm being modest, I had most of him, the tip of my nose was being tickled by his neatly trimmed pubic hair. I was loving the taste of this cock. Loving the heat of it and the mix of solidity and softness. I could feel and hear Matt's breathing quickening, he was very nearly there. I would soon have my first man's come in my mouth. As distracted as I was I didn't fail to hear the key turn in the front door to the flat and the door open immediately behind. "Matt!" It was a voice of shock and surprise. "What are you doing here?" It was Karen. She had my key from when I'd last been on holiday. "Actually, I can see what you're doing here." He was softening by the second, I lifted my head away from him. If I turned to her she'd spot me instantly. She'd know my secret. If I didn't turn, well that just wasn't an option was it? I turned towards my best friend for years, "Hi Karen," Nikki spoke, more husky than she'd meant. "I'm pleased to meet you, I'm Nikki." "Oh Nick", Karen looked shocked but there was concern in her eyes, compassion too. And was that a little bit of intrigue there too? "Sorry, Nikki. I'm so very pleased to meet you. And so, I see, is our oh-so pretty Matty over there." Despite my head racing through a thousand emotions a minute my attention settled on two realisations. One was that Matt's cock was still in my right hand, and while it has softened at the surprise of the last minute, it was still firm and it was pulsing with intent. The second was that Karen was looking stunning, she was in high healed leather boots, a long raincoat but her face was fully made up and she was as every bit as gorgeous as I had ever seen her. "Nikki" she said, she was unusually breathy in her voice. "Nikki, I thought I might meet you after that phone call this morning. I thought perhaps Nikki and I could be ... friends." There was a pause before that last word and it contained such emphasis no-one could have doubted what she meant. Karen was unbuttoning her coat as she spoke and has she finished, she whipped off her coat to reveal herself in a beautiful matching silver-green bra and panty set, matching garters and sheer stockings. "I can't believe that I didn't here sooner." She paused, "By the way, nice panties Matty. And that's a very impressive cock. And from how far down I can see lipstick marks, I can see that Nikki here as a skill or two too. Oh, and Nikki, please shut your mouth, it's only me." "Karen, I..." I had no idea what to say next. I had no idea what I could say next. "OK then you two, I think I'm your boss so I don't think it's right that I should be missing out if treats are on offer." I had the briefest thought about saying that she wasn't the boss, that's Andy, but why would I want to be that dull. "So, young Nikki, if I'm in my underwear and Matt is in his, or her, underwear, I think we should see your bare essentials too." I relunctantly uncurled my fingers from Matt's cock and slowly stood up, slightly unsteady on my heals. My fingernails slipped under the hem of my dress and I pealed it over my enhanced hips, over my resisting boobs and clear over my head. I looked down to check but I looked as good as I had done this morning. Breastforms looking as convincing as they could do. "My, my, Nikki." Karen took quite a breath "You are a well endowed girl aren't you?" Karen stepped towards me and reached out her hand, I gave her mine and she gently pulled me in for a kiss. Her lips and her kiss were so much softer than Matt's but the passion was none the less. She pulled me into to her, leaning her head back slightly to whisper "you taste delicious" before covering my lips in hers again her arm round my back holding me tight. "I can't tell you how excited I was all the way here, waiting to meet you." I couldn't believe this, it was such a relief, I thought Nikki's identity would only cause me problems but she was only making me more friends. "I want to taste you, Nikki" and before I knew what was happening, she was on her knees in front of me, my panties being pulled to the floor. Those panties had constrained me so tight I wasn't as hard as I might have been but with a flick of Karen's wrist and a deft kiss I was well on the way. Without hesitation, she had me in her mouth, alternating sucking, kissing and tickling my balls, oh man that was so good. I felt my hair swept aside from behind me and there was a kiss of my neck. Matt's hands roamed over my hips, over the flat of my stomach and up and over my breasts. He pulled himself into me, continuing to place little kisses all over my neck, his chest warming my exposed back, his groin warming my exposed booty, his cock digging into my rear. Oh my, could this really be happening? As I rubbed my booty against Matt, Karen scraped her teeth over me making a point "Oi lover girl, I'm expecting a delivery here. Perhaps you could do a little something for me too." She lay down, pulling her panties off as she did, revealing the tidiest hairless pussy, I'd ever seen. I moved around and lowered myself onto her. My cock (a cockette compared to Matt's) was in her mouth again before I managed to lower my head to kiss her lower lips and to tease them apart with my tongue. Oh she was so wet, my sweet, sweet Karen. I had just realised how exposed my rear was when I felt that exposure start to be covered. I couldn't see this but Matt had edged up behind me and with his cock in his hand he was running it up and down between my cheeks. I could feels his pre-cum smoothing his passage and my rosebud twitched in anticipation. Matt knew were he wanted to focus and he circled my hole, gently easing it wider, all the time adding more lubrication. Careful not to upset Karen's rhythm on my cock, I raised my rear as high as I dare and dipped my head to taste more of Karen's nectar. I felt Matt push against me, I was tight but then, without force, he was in me. I had a man inside me. His hands rested on my hips and he gently pulled me back onto him. Ever so slowly, each thrust a little further than the last he eased into me and astonishingly, I felt his hips against me. He must have moved his hips but I could feel was his cock, pistoning in and out of me. That felt so good, I doubled my efforts on Karen's pussy. Matt's thrusts became more urgent, "Oh my god, Nikki, this is so hot." Matt breathed out between thrusts. "Oh my god,Nikki, you are so fucking hot" and with that I felt him spasm and twitch as he came deep within me. My lips closed over Karen's clit and she came powerfully, her legs shhuddering as she did. She gave one further swirl of her tongue over my cock and I came in spades, Karen swallowed the lot. I passed out. When I came to, Karen had her hand on my leg and was offering me water. Matt was pressing a cold towel to my brow. "Well young lady," said Karen with a relieved smile in her voice. "You've had quite the day haven't you?" I was stunned, so happy to be in the company of these two beautiful people. I thought about my response. "Would it be too much if I were to ask for more ...?"