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Megan was pretty and petite. Very early 20s. Barely 5 foot tall, she had an incredible tight body. Fridays at work were casual and she would often wear gym leggings. You could see every curve on her lower body: two gym-tight cheeks and a lovely mound at the front.

When they learned she was single, some of the lads at work (me included) were desperate to see who could fuck her. She was only seconded to us for a couple of months: this added a further challenge. We got to work. After work drinks all the time had a flirty vibe. It wasn’t that unusual for colleagues to hook up or fool around a little. It was that sort of place. Good fun, no judgement.

I’ll be honest here, I took an early swing and had a big miss. We’d been out drinking for a good few hours and she was touching my arm a lot, flashing me the eyes and we’d spent a lot of time laughing. I leaned in for a kiss and received the last-minute head turn, allowing me to make only a cringe-worthy peck on her cheek. Someone obviously saw and the lads ribbed me for a few weeks. Gradually, a couple of the keener ones had tried and failed in much the same way I had and the inevitable rejection became something of a badge of honour. Megan seemed to be thriving off the attention.

When Aaron struck out with her one night it was par for the course. He headed back over with his tail between his legs (pardon the pun). An hour or so later, our crowd had whittled down to just six of us: myself, Aaron, Megan, two of the other lads (Kev and Rory) and Kev’s girlfriend Ruby. The bars were heaving and Rory’s place was nearby so we decided to head back there for a few drinks instead.

Soon after arriving, Ruby hit the wall and decided to crash for a while. Rory said she could nap on his bed. The rest of us gathered in the living room, had the drinks going and some music on. We soon noticed that Aaron wasn’t done with Megan. I watched his hand on her leg and noticed him manoeuvre in closer. His second attempt was more successful than his first. Megan not only reciprocated his kiss, she went deep quickly, her tongue finding his. It was intense. Someone said something encouraging to them, causing Megan to open her eyes and take a look at us as she continued the kiss.

Aaron was much bigger than Megan but she was the one in control, pushing forward into their kiss and starting to stroke his crotch. He seemed oblivious to us until we joined in with a quick cheer of encouragement. This made him laugh.

*You dirty fuckers.*

We laughed but Megan was relentless, kissing his neck and working his zipper. She was on her knees seconds later, bobbing away on his cock before any of us had a chance to process what was going on. She made sure she stuck her ass right out so we could see the gorgeous contours under her tight red dress. We couldn’t see Aaron’s dick at all but the picture we had was perfect. He just lay back, head back and eyes closed, and let her go to work.

*Can you do us next Megan?*

Rory was laughing but he wasn’t joking. It was one of those moments: was this gonna turn into something more? Were we all gonna get some?

Not this time.

*No!*

Megan was also laughing but not joking. She stood up, keeping her back to us the whole time, and reached under her skirt to pull her knickers down. A thong. Also red. She then hitched her dress up to sit just on top of her bum cheeks and climbed on top of Aaron. We could hear their lips smacking and soon she had her hand on his dick and raised her body to guide it towards her hole. She took her time. No condom. When it must have felt right to her, she slowly lowered herself down onto him and let out a moan.

We saw her start to grind hard with his cock inside her. I’d seen Aaron’s dick before as we’d gone through a brief phase of sharing girls, often escorts, after nights out or just to generally blow off some steam. His dick wasn’t particularly thick but it was long and Megan had him balls deep inside her as she bucked away on top of him. She grunted rather than moaned, maybe conscious that Kevin’s girlfriend was just in the room next door. Aaron was louder than she was, clearly having the time of his life. He let her work herself on top of him until he was nearing the point of no return. I was quite impressed with how he finished, grabbing hold of her thighs as he stood up and spinning her 180, resting her down on the very edge of the arm of the sofa. Thirty seconds later he was clearly done, shooting his cum into her pussy. I wasn’t surprised his legs looked to be shaking a little as he pulled out of her and stuffed himself back into his trousers. Ever the gent, he stood in front of Megan while she fixed herself. She pulled her dress down and stood up before he moved away, depriving us of a view of her pussy.

I was really hard and wasn’t even trying to hide it. There was definitely an air of tension, mixing with the subtle smell of sex. Ruby came in at that point, still half asleep and seemingly almost oblivious to the scene around her, not least the thong in the gap between the cushions on the couch. She had her coat in her hand and, half-asleep, was telling Kevin she needed to go home. Aaron offered to ring us all a taxi. By us, I meant everyone except for Megan. I didn’t blame him. He obviously wanted her to himself now the bedroom was free. As there was a taxi rank just two minutes down the street, we just said we’d walk there and bid them both goodnight. Ruby woke up a little in the cold of the night.

*Are they gonna shag!?*

If only she knew.

NSFW: yes

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