Page 25 of Choosing Hope
Sophie was totally sexually uninhibited. She was experimental and daring. As such a young woman, she seemed far more experienced than her relationship history claimed.
She blew my mind frequently. At this stage, I’d only ever had sex with Chess and Carlo, and my physical relationship with Chess only lasted for a few weeks over the summer before she died.
On a personal level, I couldn’t get enough of Sophie, and I sensed a connection forming between her and Carlo; I’m not sure what turned me on more—the idea of seeing him with her or her with him.
That he’d touch her but when the evening ended, she’d still be mine was a thrill at first.
Progressively, I became physically bolder and bolder with Sophie when Carlo was with us. Taunting him, but not unkindly. I was just trying to draw him out of his self-imposed shell.
It started with passionate kisses when Carlo was in the room; whenever I glanced up, I noticed Carlo was always observing us intently.
When I explained the reason for the sad aura that followed Carlo. Sophie listened carefully as I described the way Chess died. Judging by her emotional expression, it was apparent Sophie’s empathy for Carlo and me was deep-seated, and that pulled me even closer to her.
After that, she didn’t just peck his cheek in the customary way Carlo greeted me. She would give him a warm hug, as if she was trying to impart her warmth on him and help him feel better.
The closer she got to us, the more the desire to see them together grew.
By this stage, Sophie was practically living at our place. She rarely stayed in her room at the university. I never wanted her to.
One night, Sophie and I were lying on our enormous sofa after a shower. She’d picked up one of my shirts to wear and we agreed to watch a movie.
I positioned her between my legs; her back leaning against my chest, with a cashmere blanket covering her bare legs. As she lay there, I couldn’t resist exploring her sexy body. If Sophie was in the room, it was rare for me not to be touching her.
When Carlo returned home from work. He stared at me, silently asking permission to join us. Permission I’d already granted him earlier in the week.
I watched as he lifted Sophie’s feet before sitting down, placing them in his lap.
It wasn’t unusual for Carlo to touch her. They often hugged. One day she asked us to teach her some kickboxing moves, which resulted in her howling with laughter and crumpling on the floor in a hysterical mess.
So, I don’t think his seating choice probably rattled her too much. They were extremely comfortable with each other at this stage.
As my fingers bravely dropped to explore between her legs though, I heard her breath catch in her throat.
In fairness, Carlo never turned his head. He would have known what I was doing, but he sat the entire time massaging her feet. Digging his thumbs into the arch and relieving the ache she often complained of after wearing her high-heeled shoes.
“You’re so wet,” I hissed in her ear, quietly enough that I doubt Carlo could hear.
Her back pressed more firmly into me, and I could feel her mounting excitement.
“Do you like my friend’s hand’s on your feet?” I asked, my voice was more audible this time.
“Hmm,” she hummed, and I couldn’t miss her nipples hardening. I’m not sure exactly when she worked out what was happening, but by this stage I think she had.
“He’d love to see you orgasm for me,” I pleaded, sliding my thick, strong fingers inside her pussy, and making her groan.
Carlo’s attention never faltered from her feet. Yet slowly the blanket was disappearing. My chest froze when I saw Sophie flick it away, giving Carlo the perfect view of my fingers in her wet-as-fuck pussy.
He encouraged the sole of her foot against the hardness in his trousers, and she quickly became overwhelmed. Her body was trembling a little with her need to climax.
Swiveling her head, she captured my lips with hers, passionately kissing me as if she was trying to communicate that she knew where her priorities lay.
My gorgeous friend and his hard cock were turning her on, but it was me who she was falling for, and that felt epic.
She rubbed her foot over Carlo’s dick, mine digging into her back.
When she orgasmed, it hit hard and fast; her reaction was the stuff of my fantasies.
“Hmm, did you like that, baby?” I asked sweetly, peppering her face with tiny butterfly kisses.
