Queen, King, Joker, Jack

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to any person living or dead is purely coincidental.

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Ankita, Anirudh, and I have been best friends since our college days-practically inseparable. We studied together, went on holidays, and attended each other’s family functions. Anirudh and Ankita started dating sometime in our final year of college, and continue to be together.

This was slightly awkward because Ankita and I had hooked up back in our first year of college. It happened just once and it seems pretty stupid in hindsight. Both of us had joined the debate club and at an afterparty following an event the club organized, we both had a drink too many and found each other in our state of heightened horniness induced by the newfound freedom. It was in the bathroom of the host’s house. She went down on me and subsequently, bent over the ledge surrounding the sink, inviting me to enter her from behind. We had turned adults just a few months ago and hardly knew anything about sex, so it was as amateur as you would expect. She was down to her bra and I was naked except for my jeans which were wrinkled up around my ankles. She put her hands on the ledge to balance herself and I held her waist as I fucked her in doggy style. We both stared at our sweaty bodies in the bathroom mirror, relishing the sight of faces contorted by the force of sexual pleasure. After I came, we got dressed and simply rejoined the party. Apparently she never orgasmed, something I’m reminded of till date (‘I hope you’ve gotten better at pleasuring a girl!’) ‘I hope you’ve learnt how to give head now!’ I retort in jest. We engage in a lot of PG 13 banter of this sort!

Since we never had any feelings for each other, the hookup marked the end of that story. None of us took the harmless sexcapade that happened many years ago too seriously, and promised that things wouldn’t get awkward after Anirudh and Ankita announced their relationship. Thankfully, they did not.

Let me add something about Ankita here. She had a ‘hoe phase’ (as she liked to call it) till she started dating Anirudh, because of which she got branded as the ‘college slut.’ Anirudh and I often got into fights with men who called her that but Ankita was never bothered by what people thought of her. She was unapologetic about the fact that she wanted, sought, and got sex. I never told her, but this confidence and devil-may-care attitude was a big turn on.

Ankita was blessed with a thin frame, and she worked hard to stay fit. Her sizable breasts (32B, as she told us while we had gone shopping) and shapely ass gave her near-perfect dimensions. Her breasts had a natural perkiness to them and jutted out above her flat stomach, making them seem somewhat bigger than they were. Her go-to dress was a crop top with shorts, which showcased her toned midriff and slender legs. She was fair skinned and beautiful in a very conventional way. All the guys in college couldn’t resist staring at her. She, in turn, relished the attention.

Anirudh and I played for the college tennis team, so we were quite fit too. We’d seen each other naked a few times while showering after practice, but since both of us were straight, it wasn’t an issue. We shared details about our sex lives. In fact, he was the first person I told about the hookup with Ankita in first year.

Anirudh and Ankita didn’t shy away from PDA. They almost constantly kissed and touched each other, not even hesitating to kiss in the college lawns, in full view of all the students present. Once in the library, I noticed Ankita’s hand on Anirudh’s crotch, which showed a clear bulge. Soon after, they snuck off towards the archives section which was largely deserted, and returned after 15-20 minutes, giggling. Anirudh gestured with his hand and I understood that he’d just received a blowjob from his girlfriend.

After college, Anirudh and I got an apartment as we started our corporate jobs. Ankita was pursuing her Master’s degree, but she pretty much stayed at the apartment with us.

The PDA only increased in the absence of disapproving professors. This one time, I was having a conversation with Ankita when Anirudh snuck up on her. He squeezed her ass and started rubbing his hands all over it. She pretended like it was no big deal and continued the conversation. I too played along. His other hand went to her midriff, and then up to her breasts. He felt her up while I was standing right there. After he was done having his fun, he spanked her and went back into his room while we continued the conversation.

Walls of the budget apartment were thin, which meant that if I was watching TV in the drawing room, I could hear the sex noises-loud moaning from both and occasional screaming from her-coming from Anirudh’s room that was adjacent to the drawing room.

Whenever she stayed over, Ankita wore clothes that were barely there. Most of the time, she would be wearing one of Anirudh’s t-shirts, which were quite loose for her, and panties. I could tell that she didn’t wear a bra by the way her breasts bounced when she walked. If the t-shirt was somewhat transparent, one could clearly see her nipples through the cloth. One night, I was watching TV while they had sex. After some time, she walked out of the room wearing another one of Anirudh’s t-shirts. She smiled at me on her way to the kitchen. The water bottles were kept on the top shelf and she had to get on her toes to reach them. I craned my neck to sneak a peek, and realized that she wasn’t wearing any underwear, the lower part of her round ass coming into view as she stretched. I quickly looked in the opposite direction when she returned to the room. Soon, their lovemaking resumed. Bored with the content on TV, I lazily put my hand inside my shorts and rubbed one out to the sound of my best friends fucking.

I was going through a rough breakup at this point-using dating apps to have meaningless sex with women I had no emotional connection with based on Ankita’s suggestion. In fact, I let her do most of the swiping for me.

I should mention another detail about Ankita here. She was bi. Not bicurious, but bisexual. Not the typical type of girl who cutely kisses a few female friends after getting drunk, but the kind who goes on dates with women and enjoys sleeping with them. She had been involved with at least two women in the time that I had known her.

One Saturday evening, Ankita was going through a dating app on my phone, reading the chats intently. Suddenly, she said ‘ooh’ in a loud, excited, mischievous way, showing the phone to Anirudh and then me. On the screen were nudes from Divya, who I had been sexting. She was a freelance consultant from Bangalore visiting the city for a couple of days. She was tall and thin, with a dusky complexion. Her breasts weren’t too large, but her hourglass figure and preference for clothing that showed it off were enough to compensate for that. Her profile was filled with photos of her in bikinis and the only thing she wrote in the description box was ‘DTF.’ She wasn’t as pretty as Ankita, but her thick lips, big eyes, and long face gave her an air of sultriness which Ankita lacked.

Ankita scrolled down and found nudes I’d sent in response. Although my tennis-playing days were over, I’d maintained my body. Having hit the gym again after my breakup, I had started seeing the results. The broad shoulders and well-defined traps gave my body a distinct V-shape. I also had a good set of biceps and forearms. My height was about 5 feet 10 inches and I’d say I was pretty well hung as well, with a six inch cock that had an impressive girth. ‘Yummy’ was Ankita’s response when she saw my nudes. ‘I see we’ve kept things up since first year’ she added. I embarrassingly looked at Anirudh, who simply laughed and shrugged his shoulders.

Divya wanted to meet at a club nearby. Ankita was intrigued by our sexting and wanted to meet her too, so she suggested we all go clubbing together. Since our favorite football teams were not playing that night, Anirudh and I agreed.

The two of us kept our sartorial choices simple-jeans with a t-shirt for him and a shirt with the sleeves rolled up for me (I wanted to show-off my forearms). Ankita, however, decided to do things properly. She wore a dress that tightly hugged her body. It was the color of bubblegum. The dress ended just below her ass, its tight nature accentuating the curve of her backside. It showed off her cleavage too, though not too much-just enough to make it exciting while leaving something to the imagination.

We reached the club a little after ten. It was packed with revelers. Divya was already there, clad in a black bikini top paired with blue denim shorts, her flat stomach and perfectly shaped waist in full view, apart from her toned legs. I gave her a hug and then introduced Anirudh and Ankita. The two girls hit it off immediately. We all sat down in a corner booth and ordered drinks. It seemed like Ankita had hijacked my date, since she was talking to Divya more than I was. After a few drinks, I was quite buzzed while the two girls (Anirudh was the designated driver) seemed pretty drunk. Ankita took Anirudh’s hand and guided him to the dance floor. Divya and I followed.

The combination of psychedelic music and liquor worked its magic. Divya had her back against me with my hands on her waist as we grooved to the music. She started grinding on me as the beats of the song intensified, giving me a boner that only got worse as she thrust back further. I took that as a que and moved my hands from her waist to her stomach, feeling her soft skin against my palms. In response, she breathed heavily into my neck and gave it a kiss.

A few feet away from us, Divya and Anirudh were locked in an embrace, her hands on his shoulders, and his on her ass.

When the song changed, Ankita turned around. The girls looked at each other and mouthed ‘this is the song!’ Apparently, they’d been discussing it earlier. It was quite a raunchy number, the kind that’s on your sex playlist. Anirudh and I looked at each other in amusement as the girls started dancing together. Neither of them held back. Their hands explored the body of the other as they gyrated. This sight gave me a raging boner, and I’m sure Anirudh had one too because he felt the need to adjust his jeans right then. The two girls looked at each other, their faces barely a few centimeters apart. Then, they kissed right there, on the dance floor. Divya put her hand on Ankita’s neck as they passionately made out for a full minute or so.