The Boot
written by:
Aaron Director

1.

Shit.

A boot on my car wheel, for unpaid parking tickets. It was the last thing I needed. I had a long day, Maddie and I had just closed the restaurant for the night, and I had to be back tomorrow morning early to open for brunch.

"I can drive you home," said Maddie, but I said no. She lived near the restaurant; I was across town, and it would take her well over an hour to get to my house and back. "My cousin lives a few blocks away," I said. "I'll stay with her."

I started walking and called Isabella. "Hey," I said, "my car got booted and I need to be back at the restaurant tomorrow morning. Mind if I borrow the guest room?"

"It's not a great night, Kat," Iz said. "We have some friends over."

"I promise I'll stay out of the way. It would be a huge help."

Pause. "Okay, you know I can't say no to you. But you really do have to stay out of the way," Iz said.

Isabella wasn't really my cousin, but I called her that to let people know that she was like family. She had dated my older brother in high school. They broke up when he left for college, but my family loved her, and her family was awful, so she kept hanging around our house. She was about eight years older than me, the sister I never had. I first learned about guys from her stories, and when I started dating, she helped me through my own boy troubles. When I needed to talk to someone about sex and I couldn't talk to my mom, she was there. She was my role model for everything that made me cool - clothes, hair, music, books, attitude.

She met me at the door. The ruins of a dinner and a few empty bottles of wine dotted the table. There was a bit of music. "Mike, Marine, Kat," Iz said, gesturing at the couple at the table and back to me. "Hi," I said. To Isabella's husband: "What up, Huff." His name was Dave Hough, but he was one of those guys - broad shoulders, square jaw - who could only go by his last name.

"You hungry?" said Huff, ferrying dishes to the sink. "Nah, but let me help you clean up," I said.

"Nope," interjected Iz. "You promised to stay out of the way, so go get some sleep." Iz took me upstairs and set me up in the guest room. I didn't have anything to sleep in, so I stripped down to my panties and went to bed.

At some point, the music got louder. Not disturbing-the-peace loud, but loud enough to insinuate itself into my dreams, until it finally woke me up. The nightstand clock said it was two in the morning. I thought Iz and Huff had so much wine that they forgot to turn off the stereo, so I dragged myself out of bed to do it myself.

The guest room opens onto a balcony that overlooks the living room. The first thing I saw when I opened the door was that the lights in the living room were still on. I took a step toward the railing, and I saw that the music was just a cover for the other noises coming from downstairs. Iz was on her knees on the floor, her head hidden behind Huff's torso, her ass bouncing back against Mike's hips. From the high angle, I couldn't see Iz's head, only her hair, but it was clear that she was straining to keep him in her mouth. She had one hand on the floor, another cupping Huff's butt, steadying herself. I could see the cleft of her ass, and just a shadowy hint of Mike's cock disappearing between her cheeks, into her pussy. I could barely hear her, grunting, almost growling.

My hand worked its way to my panties. I could feel a hint of dampness under the sheer material. I rubbed my finger slowly over my button, on the outside, watching Isabella work both men.

"I heard you promise to stay out of the way," Marine said from beside me. I startled, quickly moved my hand away from my underwear. "Relax," she said, drawing the word out in her French accent, ray-laqs. "Don't stop on my account." She was fully clothed, and leaned forward to rest her elbows on the railing.

"Um." That was all I could say, all that came to mind. Marine caught the gist. "Usually I play too," she said, "but it's the wrong time of the month. And occasionally Iz or I will sit one out, anyway, because it's nice to be the center of attention sometimes."

"But you're watching your, what, husband?" - she nodded - "fucking Iz, though." I thought maybe she should be pissed, or jealous. But she wasn't. "Yeah," she said, laying a hand across the small of my back, which reminded me very immediately that I was wearing nothing but a small pair of panties. "So are you." Her hand moved slowly, almost imperceptibly, down, until it was cupping my one of my ass cheeks. I could barely breathe. Marine nodded to her husband downstairs and smiled. He was grinning back up at us, still pumping at Iz's hips. Huff had moved away, and Iz was staring back at us too, not smiling at all.

I lost my courage. "I have to get back to bed," I said, but it came out as a whisper. "Sure," Marina said, backing away, her hand sliding under me to give a quick swipe at my moist slot through my panties. "Iz is going to be mad at both of us. But don't forget - you'll sleep better if you get yourself off first." She slinked away down the stairs, and I shut myself in the bedroom.

Marine was right about that last part. I slept like a baby.

2.

Isabella woke me in the morning with a cup of coffee. "Hey, listen ..." I knew where she was headed. "Don't - not a word," I said. "I wasn't even here." She gave me a funny look, brushed the hair from my forehead. She looked positively girlish, some sexy tousled bed-head falling over a pair of glasses, white tank top, hospital scrubs as pajama bottoms (where did she get those?). Practically virginal, which made me laugh. I reached for the coffee with both hands. Usually, I would pull the sheet up to cover my breasts, but I was feeling a little headstrong, as if, in a way, I shared something with Iz last night. In a way, I did. So I didn't cover myself. I'm not sure she noticed.

"I brought you a change of clothes," she said - a pair of black pants, a white shirt, a pair of underwear. Exactly what I needed for work. "Do you need a ride home after your shift?"

"No, thanks," I said. "I can take the bus. But I don't get paid for a couple of weeks, so I can't get the boot off my car. I close again next Friday, and open again on Saturday. You mind if I stay over again? It would save me a ton of trouble."

"You're always welcome," Iz said, "and you should have a key anyway. I'll get you a spare from the kitchen. But next week is going to be a lot like tonight. And I mean it, you have to stay out of the way. You are going to get me in a lot of trouble with your mom."

"You think I'm going to tell my mom about last night?" She laughed, but she made me promise.

At work, prepping tables, Maddie asked me if I got in to Isabella's house all right. "Jesus, you have no idea," I told her. I immediately realized I shouldn't have said anything, but telling Maddie you can't tell her a secret is like trying to take a bone from a dog. By early afternoon, at the end of our shift, she had the rough outline. She begged me to let her drive me home so that she could get more information (we watched a tow truck take my car, so I wasn't going to say no). Over the course of that ride, I filled in the details of Iz's threesome, punctuated with Maddie's "holy shits" and "no fucking ways," but left out the part about getting caught myself. Although Maddie and I had never spent any time together outside of the restaurant, we ended up spending the afternoon together. She took me shopping and loudly pestered me for details that I didn't have, minute information about timing and positions and anatomy that I just had not paid any attention to. By the end of the day, I finally told her that Marine had caught me watching and kind of masturbating, which prompted her to shout "no way" and punch my shoulder hard enough to leave me tender. And I mentioned that I was sleeping over again the next Friday.

"Oh my god. I am so sleeping over with you," she said.

I said no, I said I had promised not to come out of my room, I said that I couldn't explain to Iz why Maddie would need to stay there. Maddie didn't care. She just kept repeating it - "I am sleeping over with you." In the end, it was inevitable. She is like a freight train. You can see her coming, and all you can do is get out of the way.

Our Friday shift came, and all Maddie could talk about as we closed was how she was "so stoked to get her perv on," how the only people she had ever seen fucking besides herself and the string of bartenders she had dated were her boring freshman-year roommate and the roommate's boyfriend, who had polite, quiet (and, they thought, discreet) missionary sex under a scratchy wool blanket. "I had way better sex on her bed than she ever did," Maddie boasted, and then she was off to the races, telling all of her own war stories. But she quieted down as we closed the restaurant, hopping nervously from foot to foot. This girl was overstimulated already.

I didn't tell Isabella that I was bringing Maddie over, mostly because I knew she'd say no. So when we walked through the door, she raised an eyebrow at me. She was at the dinner table with Huff, Marina, and Mike. "Hey, Iz, look what followed me home. Can I keep her?" I asked. Iz shrugged, obviously annoyed. I made introductions, said hello to Marina and Huff, and dragged Maddie off to the guest room.

"Holy shit, Kat, I'm going to pee myself," Maddie said. She was wired, so excited. I changed into the sweats and tank top I brought to sleep in, but Maddie hadn't brought anything. She just laid down in her bra and panties. I turned the light out and tried to sleep, but I couldn't. I was waiting for the conversation to die down downstairs, and I could tell that Maddie was, too. She started breathing heavily, and I could see her writhing a little bit under her blanket.

"Fuck, Maddie!" I whispered. She hushed me. "I'm too excited, I can't help it," she said. "Gotta rub one out or I won't even make it through the night. Just ignore me." I gave her an irritated sigh, but I couldn't ignore her. I just watched her moving around under the covers, fingering herself. After a while, we both noticed that it had been some time since we heard any voices downstairs.

"Okay, now quietly," I said. I opened the door slowly and tiptoed to the railing, right next to the stairs, and sat down. Maddie set next to me, peeking down at the living room. Huff was slouched on one side of the couch, facing us, though his eyes were closed. Marine sat on the floor between his legs, her dress hiked up to her waist, one strap of her dress falling off her shoulder, her blonde head bobbing on his crotch. Mike sat on the other end of the couch, and Isabella knelt naked between them, her tush facing Huff, her tongue rolling around the head of Mike's cock.

"Jesus, Kat," Maddie whispered, her eyes wide as saucers, and I shushed her. She hadn't put her panties back on, so all she wore was a pink bra. She was sitting so close to me that I could feel the wet heat radiating off of her, could feel the hair on her arm touching mine. I looked down, and she was still playing with herself, right out in the open, even though she knew I was looking at her.

I wondered what it takes to do that, to have so little inhibition that you can finger yourself right in front of a friend. Then I wondered what it takes to do what they were doing downstairs. What it takes to break through all of those inhibitions; to give in to pleasure without any shame, without any concern for who is watching you; to turn the shame of being seen into the pleasure of being seen.

Then I thought, what could be so hard about it? You just did it, like you did anything else.

So I stepped out of my sweatpants, reached down and gave Maddie's cunt a quick swipe - like the one Marine had given me - licked the wetness off my finger, and walked downstairs.

I went straight to the couch. I tried to walk confidently, but my knees were shaking, and I could feel my ankles tremble. Marine gave me a wink and as much of a smile as she could give without letting go of Huff's cock. Mike gave me a nod. I sat down on my knees next to Huff, my upturned feet right up on his hip where Marine's hair tickled them. I put my hands on Iz's hips, leaned in, took one beat to steady myself, and began eating her pussy. She turned her head, probably thinking I was Marine, and her eyes got wide when she saw me. But I kept eating, and her back arched, involuntarily, and she took a few deep breaths and then went back to sucking Mike off.

I had never tasted a woman before, and the thought of being with one, especially of being with Isabella, had never seriously occurred to me. But it seemed like the right thing to do now, to hone in on the one person in the room who always made me feel comfortable. And I did feel comfortable, and I enjoyed it. Her pussy was hot, vaguely fragrant, slightly salty. And I knew what I liked, so I did it to her, too. I found her clit and teased it. I licked her asshole, just a bit, spreading it with my hands on her cheeks. I went back to her clit and pushed it with my tongue and a finger, slowly at first, but gradually faster. I alternated between my finger and the soft flat of my tongue. When I made her come, I could feel it building, and she shouted a little, just a little bit of "oh, fuck yes," and I thought, "I made her do that." And when she was done bucking, started cooing, "yeah, that was good," I just kept going, kept trying to build her back up to that again.

As I did, there were hands at my own hips. Huff slipped away, and Marine wiggled under me, began licking my own cunt. Her cadence was slow, and slid her fingers in and out as she licked. Her head started bouncing against my thighs, and I realized that Huff must be fucking her now. I turned around to get a glimpse, and he was, and I heard myself say something that may have been encouragement or may have just been noise, something less than language. While I was turned around, Iz had slipped away from me. She turned to give me a sloppy kiss, full of tongue, and she must have tasted her own juices on me, but she licked my face anyway. She had started to sweat, and her hair was pasted to her forehead a little bit. She bent over the arm of the couch, facing me, and Mike took her from behind. I dropped to my elbows, my ass in the air, and just focused on the expert cunnilingus I was getting.

Huff moved back to the couch, and sat between me and Iz. Marine gently maneuvered me onto his lap, gently lowered me onto his member. My back was to Huff, and I leaned against him, let him do all the work with his hips. I was still wearing my tank top, and he pushed it up over my breasts and pinched my nipples. Marine and Iz switched places, and Iz knelt down between Huff's knees, licking at both my clit and Huff's cock as I bounced up and down. Marine leaned in too, Mike drilling away at her, and she traded licks with Isabella. From time to time, Huff's cock would pop out, and Marine or Iz would swallow it whole for a few bobs of the head before putting it back in. I came and came, I shuddered and grunted and probably shouted more than once. At one point, I looked up at Maddie, still wearing nothing but her pink bra, masturbating fiercely. Her legs poked out from between the balcony railings, and she didn't try to hide herself.

I do not know how long we had been fucking, how long I had been fucking. My own hair was matted with sweat, and my thighs were sore. My arm hurt where Maddie had punched me. My cunt felt stretched and filled to the limit. I felt full, and totally satisfied. Huff pulled out and shot a long stream of cum straight up my belly. It pooled beneath my tits and ran back toward my cunt. Mike pulled out of Marine and presented his cock to me too. I swallowed it, trying to see if I could separate Iz's taste from the newer taste of Marine. I couldn't, but while I tried, Mike erupted in my mouth, and spilled the remainder of his cum on my tits, and on the tank top bunched above them. I exhaled, and slid off Huff onto the couch, and closed my eyes. Someone idly brushed the hair from my forehead with her fingers. I guessed Iz.

After a long while, Iz said, "you think she's ready, for all of this, Huff?" "She seems ready to me," said Marine. "I didn't ask you," Iz said. "I think she's okay," said Huff, and Isabella repeated it: "I think she's okay. I think she's fine." The first time, it was a question. The second time, she was trying to convince herself. Then she said it again, a conclusion. "I think she's fine. Well, ready or not, it's too late to go back now."

"What am I ready for?" I asked. Sensibly, I thought.

"It's just - this isn't for everyone," Iz said. "Huff, he always did want to take you for a spin. But I told him to wait for you to come to us. I guess you can handle it. I think you know that this kind of thing happens here from time to time."

"With Marine and Mike," I said.

"With Marine and Mike, and, and, and," repeated Marine, a hint of mockery in her tone. "These two are wonderful, but if I could only fuck three people for the rest of my life, I would die of boredom."

Iz winced. "There are others," she said. "But I think you're ready for this. So if you want to come around a little more, you know, feel free."

"Hello, I'm ready too," shouted a voice from upstairs. Shit. I forgot that Maddie was even there. She was still dangling her naked legs over the balcony, still, impossibly, sitting there with two fingers in her cunt.

"You're not ready," said Isabella, as Mike chuckled.

"I'm ready."

"Little girl, there's a big difference between frigging yourself in a dark corner and coming down here to be the center of attention," said Iz. "You're not ready."

Maggie, the dog with the bone, the pint-sized freight train, jogged exaggeratedly down the stairs. She finally ditched her bra, spilling out perky, upturned tits. She leaned over me and began licking the cum off my cheek. She licked it down to my chin, reaching down to stick a finger in my still-wet cunt. She kept licking up the cum from my body and swallowing it, from where it dripped onto my neck, my tits, where it ran down my belly, leaving none, swallowing all. When she reached my cunt, she slid her finger out and licked that too, then slid it slowly into my ass, surprising me. She licked my clit as she worked my asshole with her finger. Huff grew hard watching us, and she turned to him. "What are you waiting for?" she asked, shaking her ass. He entered her from behind. On the other side of me, Mike put his cock out in front of her, so she stopped paying attention to me and deep-throated him. She bounced back and forth between the two until Huff lost his load inside her cunt and Mike in her mouth. She swallowed every drop of Mike's, finally collapsing on top of me, finding her head in my crotch, and eating me out for a while for good measure. It felt wonderful. I let her bring me to orgasm. When she was done, she shot Isabella a pouty look. "Am I ready now?"

"Fine," Iz laughed. "We'll put you on probation." And Maddie, understanding that she'd have to work her way off probation, began to put in her time with Izzy.