"Vi, did you want to watch Wendy and Yara, or…maybe you and I could get familiar?" Brenda kissed my neck from behind, her arms embracing me harder. "Or if you want to wait and this is too much, I can make sure Wendy and Yara go somewhere very private, and we can just talk…and I mean that, just talk."

"Umm…" I looked at Wendy washing her hands in the sink, her t-shirt lifted slightly, giving us a perfect view of the little bit of her stomach she'd accidentally put on display. God, it was a tough choice. I didn't want to get overexcited and overstimulated, but the idea of watching Wendy go down on Yara made my brain sizzle.

Yara walked over to me, a look of genuine concern on her face. "Vi, what do you want? Wendy's going to eat me out, but you don't have to watch it if you don't want to." She put her hand on my hip.

"Umm…" I was torn. I looked over at Wendy, who had stopped washing her hands, her fingers in a bowl of warm water, a slight smirk on her face.

"She's shy," Yara said to Wendy and Brenda.

"She's warming up, I can already tell." Brenda said, placing her hand on my stomach.

I could feel the heat growing inside of me and nodded. "Yeah, I wanna…I want to watch it, and you could sit with me, Brenda…is that OK?"

"You are a very lucky girl, Yara." Brenda said, smiling down at me. "You get the first audience of the night while my wife eats your pussy."

5

I could feel the sexual energy in the air. The playfulness and flirting had led to something more serious and sultry. Yara took a seat in a tall wooden chair, her legs spread apart. Wendy got on her hands and knees in front of her, crawling along the cold, expensive floor. Brenda and I were on a loveseat in the living room that swiveled to get a perfect view of the scene. Brenda was being respectful, holding me but not making any moves…yet.

Wendy kissed Yara's feet and moved up to her ankle and calves, then along her legs. Her hands gripped Yara's thighs and moved up them.

Slowly, making their way to her skirt. Wendy had practiced this routine many, many times with Yara, and it was like she was returning to a place she belonged. Yara looked at me and smiled, knowing that I was watching her. I knew Yara had a bit of an exhibitionist streak, but I'd never seen her fully engage in it like this, relishing the fact that her best friend was going to watch her be eaten out.

"Have you and Yara…" Brenda said, playing with my hair.

"No…not really…I mean, a little.” I said, my gaze transfixed.

"Oh, really? So no sex?” Brenda sounded genuinely shocked.