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every which way, our throats dry and our bodies sore. Emma was more of a stay-at-home kind of girl, but she didn’t mind our carousing. Until that fateful night,
everything was separated by neat dividing lines. I’d eat calm, adult sushi dinners with the two of them, and have long, rambling conversations over Sapporo and spicy tuna, with barely a hint of sexual tension in the room.
    But one afternoon, Cindy asked me if I’d consider having a threesome with them. “Almost every night we’ve been talking about bringing someone else into our bed,” she said. “Emma wants to watch me with another girl, and well, you’re the most likely candidate. In fact—well, don’t get upset—but I sometimes tell her about what we do together, and it makes her so wet, you wouldn’t believe it.”
    â€œReally?” I raised my eyebrows. “Quiet little Emma, with the sweaters and pearls? Who drinks her tea and is so polite all the time?”
    â€œBelieve me, Tanya. In bed she’s nothing like she is when you’ve seen her. The only thing is, well, she wants to watch us, and she and I might fool around, but I don’t want you two having sex.”
    I got the feeling Cindy was afraid that Emma, or I, might like it just a little too much. I didn’t really see how we could have a proper threesome when two of the three people involved weren’t supposed to so much as make out, but my curiosity got the better of me. Most of my escapades with Cindy had been almost afterthoughts, fueled as much by boredom and alcohol as anything else. It wasn’t like we were so ravenous we couldn’t keep our hands off each other. But maybe that was only because I’d considered her taken. Plus, we’d been friends for so long. Even so, my mind churned with the possibilities, my pussy throbbing almost despite myself.
    â€œOkay,” I told her. “I’m in. What’s the plan?” Cindy’s the kind of girl who always has a plan.
    â€œHow about Saturday night? Our place. Eight o’clock. Wear
something sexy,” she said, her fuchsia lips only slightly lighter than her magenta bob, both offset by her super-pale skin. Her cool brown eyes stared into mine with their laser-beam focus, and I couldn’t have said no even if I’d wanted to. With her unique fashion choices, Cindy could never have gotten a job in corporate America, but she has a way of getting what she wants that rivals any CEO, male or female, around.
    I spent the next three days hunting for the perfect outfit. All my lingerie seemed dated, over the top, or boring. I needed something new, special. I went to my favorite local shop, my nose quivering as I stepped into the overly scented boutique, my nostrils immediately invaded by the ticklish feather boas lining the walls. I zoomed in on an old-fashioned-looking one-piece, a baby-blue and black lace slip, sheer and gauzy, really just a wisp of fabric. It had matching panties, not a tedious thong but something real and sexy that would actually cover and cling to my ass, drawing attention to it with every move. Part of me knew it was silly to blow a quarter of my paycheck on something that would likely only stay on me for a brief time, but I needed it to get me in the mood. As intrigued as I was by the idea of getting to know the mysterious Emma a little better, I was a little unnerved by Cindy’s take-charge attitude. I was used to it one-on-one, liked it even, but how would that play out with the three of us involved?
    I made the purchase, tucking the new lingerie away with a little potpourri-scented satchet until the big night. I barely ate anything all day, picking at my bowl of cereal, swigging tea and finally a glass of wine before I donned my delicates. Over the undies and slip, I wore a simple dress and my signature fishnets, along with spiky heels, grateful Cindy and Emma only lived two blocks away. I spritzed my cleavage, neck, and