The loft above the old vinyl record shop hummed with the low buzz of a vintage turntable spinning something sultry and forgotten, the kind of track that made the air feel thicker, like it was laced with anticipation. Olivia and Taylor had turned their weekend into a ritual of sorts—inviting Ashley and Else over for what started as innocent movie marathons and board games, but always veered into something steamier. The four of them sprawled across mismatched beanbags and a king-sized bed that dominated the open space, surrounded by stacks of LPs and half-empty wine glasses. Olivia, with her sharp wit and a penchant for Cabernet, lounged against Taylor, her fingers tracing lazy circles on her girlfriend's thigh. Taylor, ever the instigator, sipped her drink and watched the younger pair with a mischievous glint.
Ashley and Else had arrived that evening with duffel bags stuffed with pajamas and snacks, their laughter echoing off the exposed brick walls as they kicked off their shoes. Ashley, with her wild curls and that infectious grin, had immediately gravitated toward Taylor, slipping into her usual spot beside her on the bed. Else, quieter but no less playful, had curled up next to Olivia, her legs tucked under her in those tiny sleep shorts that always drove everyone a little crazy. It was their pattern: Ashley and Taylor tangled in one corner, Else and Olivia in another, the night dissolving into heated whispers and wandering hands. But tonight, as the movie credits rolled and the room grew warmer, Olivia leaned forward, her voice cutting through the haze like a velvet blade.
"You know," she said, swirling her wine, "Taylor and I were talking. We've got this fantasy we've been kicking around." Her eyes flicked between Ashley and Else, who were mid-giggle over a shared bag of popcorn. Taylor nodded, her hand squeezing Olivia's knee. "We've seen you two sneak off before, heard the sounds from the other room. What if... just this once... you put on a show for us?"
Ashley paused, a kernel halfway to her mouth, her cheeks flushing not from embarrassment but from the spark of intrigue. Else's eyes widened, but a slow smile crept across her face, the same one she'd worn during their secret sleepover at her place months ago, when they'd cuddled under the covers and let the world fade away. "You mean... us? With you two watching?" Else asked, her voice laced with that flirty lilt she saved for these moments.
Taylor grinned, leaning back. "Exactly. No pressure, but fuck, the thought of it? Watching our girls go at it? It's been driving us nuts."
Ashley exchanged a glance with Else, the kind that carried the weight of their shared history—the playful teasing in the mornings after, waking up entwined like they were the only two people in the universe. They'd talked about futures once, tangled in sheets, dreaming of something permanent after high school chaos. This felt like an extension of that intimacy, twisted into something electric. "Okay," Ashley said, giggling as she set the popcorn aside. "But only if you promise not to interrupt. Else, you in?"
Else bit her lip, her fingers already toying with the hem of her shorts. "Hell yes. Watching them get all hot and bothered? That's the best part." The room erupted in laughter, the tension breaking like a wave, but it left behind a current of heat that made everyone's skin prickle.
They migrated to the bed, the massive thing swallowing them all as Olivia and Taylor settled at the foot, legs crossed, eyes hungry. Ashley and Else knelt facing each other in the center, the soft glow from a string of Edison bulbs casting playful shadows. Ashley reached out first, her hand cupping Else's cheek, pulling her into a kiss that started slow—lips brushing, teasing, like they were savoring the audience. Else's hands slid up Ashley's sides, bunching the fabric of her tank top, and soon it was off, tossed aside with a flourish. Ashley's breasts spilled free, nipples already hardening in the cool air, and Else let out a soft hum of appreciation, her mouth following the curve of Ashley's collarbone.
"Fuck, you two are gorgeous," Taylor murmured, her voice rough, shifting closer to Olivia. Olivia's breath hitched, her fingers digging into Taylor's arm as she watched Else's hands roam lower, slipping under Ashley's waistband to tug at her shorts. Ashley arched into the touch, giggling against Else's lips. "They're staring," she whispered, her voice breathy. "Think they're jealous?"
"Let 'em watch," Else replied, nipping at Ashley's earlobe. She pushed Ashley back gently onto the pillows, straddling her hips, and peeled off her own top in one fluid motion. Her skin glowed under the lights, pert breasts bouncing slightly as she leaned down, capturing Ashley's mouth again. Their kisses deepened, tongues tangling with a wet, urgent rhythm that made Olivia squirm. Ashley's hands explored Else's back, nails grazing lightly, then dipping to squeeze her ass through the thin shorts.
Down at the foot of the bed, Taylor's composure was cracking. She pulled Olivia into a fierce kiss, their mouths crashing together as the sounds from above filled the room—soft moans, the rustle of fabric. Olivia's hand found its way between Taylor's legs, rubbing through her jeans, feeling the heat building. "God, look at them," Olivia gasped, breaking away to watch as Else ground her hips down, eliciting a sharp whine from Ashley. "Our little exhibitionists."
Ashley hooked her legs around Else's waist, pulling her closer, their bodies pressing flush. Else's shorts rode up, exposing the curve of her ass, and Ashley's fingers slipped beneath the fabric, teasing the soft skin there. "Touch me," Ashley breathed, her voice turning needy. Else obliged, sliding a hand into Ashley's shorts, fingers finding her slick folds. Ashley bucked up, a gasp escaping her as Else circled her clit with deliberate slowness, drawing out the pleasure. The wet sounds were obscene in the quiet loft, mingling with their shared giggles that had dissolved into pants.
Taylor couldn't take it anymore. She yanked Olivia's shirt over her head, exposing her full breasts, and latched onto one nipple with her mouth, sucking hard. Olivia moaned, her head falling back, but her eyes stayed glued to the scene. Ashley was writhing now, her shorts shoved down her thighs, Else's fingers plunging deeper, two then three, curling just right. "Fuck, Else, right there," Ashley cried, her hips rolling to meet each thrust. Else leaned down, her tongue flicking over Ashley's nipple, then trailing lower, kissing a path across her stomach until she was hovering over Ashley's pussy.
With a wicked glance at their audience, Else dove in, her tongue flat and broad against Ashley's clit. Ashley's back arched off the bed, hands fisting the sheets as Else lapped at her eagerly, sucking and swirling with a hunger that made Taylor groan aloud. "She's devouring you," Taylor said to Olivia, her voice thick, as she fumbled with Olivia's jeans, shoving them down. Olivia kicked them off, spreading her legs as Taylor's fingers delved between her thighs, finding her soaked.
Olivia's breath came in ragged bursts, mirroring Ashley's cries. She watched as Else's ass wiggled in the air, shorts barely clinging to her hips, while her mouth worked Ashley relentlessly. Ashley's thighs trembled, clamping around Else's head, and with a shuddering scream, she came—her pussy clenching, juices coating Else's chin as waves of pleasure ripped through her. Else didn't stop, licking her through it, drawing out every aftershock until Ashley was a boneless heap, giggling weakly. "Your turn," Ashley murmured, pulling Else up for a messy kiss, tasting herself on her lips.
But Else wasn't done performing. She stripped off her shorts, revealing her own glistening arousal, and positioned herself over Ashley's face. Ashley's hands gripped her thighs, guiding her down, and dove in with equal fervor—tongue thrusting inside, then lapping at her clit. Else rocked against her, moans spilling free, her breasts heaving with each grind. "Yes, fuck, just like that," she gasped, glancing back at Olivia and Taylor, who were now fully entangled.
Taylor had Olivia on her back, jeans discarded, her mouth buried between Olivia's legs. Olivia's fingers tangled in Taylor's hair, hips bucking as Taylor's tongue flicked her clit, two fingers pumping deep. The sight of Ashley eating Else out—Else's pussy dripping onto Ashley's eager mouth—pushed them both over the edge. Olivia came first, her body seizing, a gush of wetness flooding Taylor's mouth as she cried out, the sound blending with Else's building whimpers.
Else rode Ashley's face harder, chasing her release, and when it hit, it was explosive—her thighs quaking, squirting a little against Ashley's lips as she shattered. Ashley lapped it up greedily, humming her approval. But they weren't finished; the energy in the room was too charged, too raw. Ashley flipped them over, pinning Else beneath her, and reached for the nightstand drawer—Olivia and Taylor's stash of toys. She pulled out a sleek strap-on, the kind with ridges that promised friction, and buckled it on with a grin.
"Think you can handle this while they watch?" Ashley teased, rubbing the tip against Else's entrance. Else nodded, eyes dark with lust. "Fuck me, Ash. Make me scream for them."
Ashley thrust in slowly at first, the dildo stretching Else, filling her with a delicious burn. Else's nails dug into Ashley's back, legs wrapping around her waist as Ashley picked up speed, hips snapping forward. The bed creaked under them, the slap of skin on skin echoing. "God, you're so tight," Ashley groaned, angling to hit that spot inside. Else's moans turned to pleas, her pussy clenching around the toy as Ashley fucked her deep, relentless.
Olivia, recovered enough to join the fray, crawled up beside Taylor, who was stroking herself now, fingers buried in her own pussy. "We can't just watch," Olivia whispered, kissing Taylor's neck. Taylor agreed with a growl, pulling Olivia onto her lap. They faced the main event, Olivia sinking down onto Taylor's fingers—three now, stretching her wide—while Taylor thrust up, their eyes locked on Ashley pounding into Else.
Else came again like that, her orgasm ripping through her with a wail, walls fluttering around the strap-on. Ashley didn't stop, grinding the base against her own clit until she followed, shuddering with release, the friction sending sparks up her spine. But the real showstopper came when they switched—Else taking the strap-on, bending Ashley over on all fours. She entered her from behind, one hand on her hip, the other reaching around to rub her clit. Ashley's ass jiggled with each thrust, her moans muffled against the pillows.
Taylor and Olivia mirrored them, Olivia on her hands and knees now, Taylor behind her with a strap-on of her own—thicker, veined for extra sensation. Taylor slicked it with lube, teasing Olivia's entrance before sliding in, filling her completely. "Fuck, you're taking it so good," Taylor grunted, her hips slamming forward. Olivia pushed back, meeting each thrust, her breasts swaying as she watched Ashley get railed. The dual rhythms synced up, the room filled with grunts, wet slaps, and the heady scent of sex.
Else's fingers dipped lower, circling Ashley's asshole, pressing a digit inside alongside the relentless fucking. Ashley keened, the double penetration sending her spiraling. "Yes, fuck my ass too," she begged, and Else obliged, working her finger deeper, matching the pace. Ashley shattered again, her pussy gushing around the dildo, squirting onto the sheets in a messy arc that made Taylor laugh breathlessly.
Inspired, Taylor lubed her thumb and pressed it against Olivia's tight ring, easing it in as she fucked her pussy. Olivia bucked wildly, the fullness overwhelming, and came with a scream—her body convulsing, milking Taylor's strap-on as pleasure tore through her. Taylor followed soon after, grinding against the harness until her own climax hit, collapsing over Olivia in a sweaty heap.
The four of them tumbled together then, boundaries blurring in the afterglow. Ashley and Else pulled their older girlfriends into the mix, hands and mouths exploring freely. Olivia kissed Ashley deeply, tasting Else on her lips, while Taylor nuzzled Else's neck, fingers tracing lazy patterns on her skin. It devolved into a tangle of limbs—Else's tongue on Olivia's breasts, Ashley's hand between Taylor's thighs, mutual grinding and soft, shared orgasms that left them all spent.
As the turntable clicked to silence, they lay in a pile, breaths syncing. Ashley traced hearts on Else's stomach, a private joke from their whispered dreams of forever. Olivia chuckled first, breaking the quiet. "Well, that was one hell of a one-off. But if you two keep looking at each other like that, we might need an encore."
Taylor smirked, pulling the covers over them. "Or next time, we flip the script—watch us corrupt you properly."
Else giggled, snuggling closer to Ashley. "Deal. But only if there's more wine. And maybe some of those records that make everything feel like foreplay."
The loft settled into a warm, sated hush, the night ending not with a bang, but with the promise of more chaotic, delicious messes to come—because who needs patterns when the fun's in the remix?