Tinted Windows and Unexpected Relief

Chasity's phone lit up the next afternoon while she was sprawled on her dorm bed, scrolling through practice highlights from the party night. The screen showed a text from her mom: "Hey sweetie, hope your back's feeling better after that wild game. I mentioned your massage guy to Mia's mom at the PTA coffee thing today—she's got Mia complaining about her hamstrings from all those sprints. Set up a session for her tomorrow? Tomohiro's number is in my contacts." Chasity's stomach flipped, a mix of that old shame bubbling up from the home visit—parents downstairs, his hands turning the rubdown into something filthy—now tangled with the fresh memory of Mia's tongue scooping out his cum. She typed back a quick "Sure, sounds good," her thumbs hovering before adding, "Tell her he's great for sports injuries."

By evening, word had spread through the team chat. Mia shot her a private message: "Your mom hooked me up with that masseuse? Sweet, my legs are killing me. You coming to watch or what?" Chasity smirked, the invite hanging with unspoken heat from their upstairs tangle. She remembered Mia's grin when she tasted the evidence of Tomohiro inside her, the way it hadn't stopped her from diving in deeper. "Wouldn't miss it," Chasity replied, already picturing the setup—Mia's house was off-campus, a split-level rental her single mom kept spotless, with a finished basement that doubled as a home gym. No parents hovering like at Chasity's place, but the thrill of sneaking this dynamic into Mia's space had her shifting on the bed, thighs rubbing together.

The next day dragged through afternoon drills, Chasity's cleats pounding turf while her mind wandered to the van's tinted windows after that first game, waiting for her to slip in and straddle him. By five, she was at Mia's, knocking on the front door with her gear bag slung over her shoulder like she was just there to hang out. Mia answered in shorts and a tank, hair in a messy ponytail, her quads flexing as she waved her inside. "Mom's upstairs on a call, but she cleared the basement for this. Your guy's punctual?" The air smelled like fresh laundry and Mia's vanilla body spray, a far cry from the shed's dust and sweat.

Chasity nodded, dropping her bag by the couch. "Shows up exactly on time. You'll see." They headed down the carpeted stairs, the basement cool and dimly fluorescent-lit from a single overhead fixture, weights and a yoga mat pushed against one wall. A folding table was already set up in the center—probably Mia's mom prepping ahead, towels folded neat beside a bottle of unscented oil. Upstairs, muffled voices drifted down; Chasity caught her own mom's name in the chatter, the introduction chain linking their worlds in a way that made her pulse quicken.

The doorbell rang at five sharp. Mia bounded up to answer, and Chasity followed, peeking from the landing. There was Tomohiro, duffel in hand, his polo straining over his belly as he bowed slightly to Mia's mom—a wiry woman in yoga pants, her dark hair pulled back. "You must be the therapist Chasity's mom raved about," she said, shaking his hand. "Mia's been tight since the match. Basement's all yours." Tomohiro nodded, his English limited to a polite "Thank you," the same clipped accent from their van encounters. No one mentioned the language barrier; it was just part of the package, making everything feel more secretive.

Downstairs, Mia stripped down without fanfare, peeling off her tank to reveal a sports bra, then shimmying out of her shorts until she was in just panties. She hopped onto the table face-down, the vinyl crinkling under her. Chasity leaned against the weight rack, arms crossed, watching as Tomohiro unpacked his kit—oils, a small speaker for ambient noise he never used. He started on her calves, hands enveloping the muscle with firm strokes, thumbs digging into the knots from her sprints. Mia sighed, head turning to catch Chasity's eye. "Damn, he's good. No wonder you disappear for these."

Tomohiro worked up her thighs, palms sliding under the edge of her panties without asking, kneading the hamstrings with that unyielding pressure. The room filled with the slick sound of oil on skin, Mia's breaths deepening as his fingers brushed higher, grazing the crease where ass met thigh. Chasity felt the heat build low in her gut, memories flashing of his thumb circling her asshole in the shed, the burn turning to need. Mia shifted, spreading her legs a fraction, and Tomohiro didn't hesitate—his hands cupped her ass fully now, spreading the cheeks to work the glutes, one thumb dipping briefly against the fabric covering her hole.

"Fuck, that's intense," Mia muttered, glancing back at Chasity with a wicked spark. Upstairs, footsteps padded across the floor—Mia's mom moving around, oblivious. The risk amped everything, just like the close call with Chasity's parents at the game. Tomohiro's touch lingered, a finger slipping under the panties to trace her slit, testing the dampness there. Mia pushed back into it, a soft moan escaping, and Chasity's own pussy throbbed in response, her shorts feeling too tight.

He gestured for Mia to flip, and she did, propping up on her elbows as he oiled her stomach, hands roaming up to her bra. With a nod from her, he unclasped it, letting her tits spill free—fuller than Chasity's, nipples already hard from the attention. Tomohiro's palms covered them, squeezing as he rubbed in circles, thumbs flicking the peaks until Mia arched off the table. "Shit, yes," she breathed, eyes locking on Chasity. "You gonna join or just stare?"

Chasity's resolve cracked. She stepped closer, heart hammering, as Tomohiro's hands trailed down Mia's sides to her panties. He tugged them off slow, exposing her shaved pussy, lips already glistening. Mia spread wide, knees hooked over the table's edges, and Tomohiro's fingers parted her, one thick digit sliding in knuckle-deep. She gasped, hips bucking, while his other hand beckoned Chasity nearer. Without a word, he pulled her in, pressing her palm to Mia's thigh, then guiding her fingers to join his—two of hers curling alongside his inside the wet heat.

Mia's walls clenched around them, slick and hot, as they pumped in tandem. Chasity leaned down, mouth finding Mia's for a messy kiss, tongues tangling while Tomohiro watched, his free hand now stroking the bulge in his pants. The contrast hit hard—his silent focus versus Mia's eager whines vibrating into Chasity's mouth. Upstairs, a door clicked shut; Mia's mom was still around, maybe grabbing a snack, the normalcy of it making Chasity's skin prickle.

Tomohiro unzipped, his dick springing out—heavy, veined, the tip slick with pre-cum. He stroked it twice, then positioned himself at the table's end, rubbing the head against Mia's entrance while Chasity's fingers kept working her clit. Mia broke the kiss, panting, "Put it in—fuck me with that thick thing." He thrust forward, burying half his length in one go, Mia's pussy stretching around him with a wet squelch. She cried out, hands gripping the table edges, as he bottomed out, his belly pressing against her thighs.

Chasity watched, mesmerized, the sight pulling her back to the van—straddling him in the dark, the team's cheers fading outside. She stripped her own shirt off, shorts following, until she was naked beside the table, one hand between her legs to rub her swelling clit. Tomohiro's rhythm built, hips snapping steady, his dick pulling out shiny with Mia's juices before plunging back in. Mia reached for Chasity, pulling her onto the table to straddle her face. "Sit on me," Mia demanded, tongue darting out.

Chasity swung a leg over, lowering her pussy onto Mia's mouth, the first lick sending a jolt through her. Mia's tongue was relentless, flat and broad, lapping from her hole to her clit while Tomohiro fucked her deeper, the table rocking with each thrust. Chasity ground down, tits bouncing, hands braced on the wall for leverage. The angle let her see everything—Tomohiro's shaft disappearing into Mia, balls slapping her ass, his grunts low and guttural despite the language gap.

"Fuck, your tongue's perfect," Chasity groaned, rolling her hips to smear her wetness across Mia's lips. Below, Mia moaned into her, the vibrations humming against her core, muffled by the pussy she was devouring. Tomohiro's hand found Chasity's ass, a finger probing her hole—oiled from the bottle nearby, pushing in to the first knuckle. The dual intrusion had her clenching, shame flickering like it did after their home session, parents none the wiser downstairs. But here, with Mia's mom paces away, it only sharpened the edge.

He added a second finger to Chasity's ass, scissoring slow while his dick pounded Mia, the wet sounds echoing off the basement walls. Mia's tongue flicked faster, circling Chasity's clit before sucking it between her lips, teeth grazing just enough to sting. Chasity's thighs quivered, the build coiling tight, and she reached down to pinch Mia's nipples, twisting until she bucked harder against Tomohiro.

"Make her come first," Chasity whispered, though Tomohiro couldn't understand—his thrusts just grew rougher, one hand now rubbing Mia's clit in sloppy circles. Mia's body tensed, her mouth pulling away to gasp, "Oh god, I'm—" before her orgasm hit, pussy spasming around his dick, juices leaking down her ass crack. She squirted a little, warm spurts hitting Tomohiro's belly as he kept pumping through it, grunting with effort.

Chasity followed seconds later, grinding down as waves crashed over her, her ass clenching Tomohiro's fingers while she came on Mia's face, a gush of her own release coating Mia's chin. She rode it out, panting, until Tomohiro pulled his fingers free with a pop, slick and shining. He grabbed Chasity's hips, lifting her off Mia like she weighed nothing, and bent her over the table beside her friend. Mia rolled to the side, watching with glazed eyes, fingers trailing through the mess between her legs.

Tomohiro didn't waste time—his dick, still hard and coated from Mia, nudged Chasity's pussy. She spread her legs, ass up, and he slammed in, filling her in one brutal thrust. The stretch burned, just like the first time in his van, her walls gripping him tight. "Yes, fuck me hard," she hissed, pushing back to meet him. He obliged, hands digging into her hips, pounding with that same methodical force he used on her back during massages.

Mia's hand found Chasity's clit, rubbing in time with the thrusts, while her other reached under to fondle Tomohiro's balls, heavy and swinging. The trio synced up, bodies slapping together, sweat slicking everything. Chasity's tits dragged against the table, nipples scraping the vinyl, as Tomohiro's pace faltered—his breaths ragged, dick swelling inside her. "Come in me," she urged, remembering the shed, the leak down her thighs. He groaned, low and foreign, burying deep as he unloaded, hot spurts flooding her pussy, overflowing to drip onto the floor.

Mia dipped her fingers into the creampie as it leaked out, bringing them to Chasity's mouth. She sucked them clean, tasting the mix—salty cum and her own tang—while Tomohiro pulled out, his dick softening against his