Page 33 of Be With Us: An Urban Foursome Love Story

After a while the sobs began to subside and the tears began to dry. She wanted to text or call her so much it hurt. She wanted to hear her voice and see her face.

She remembered reading once that you should never text or call someone you like whilst horny. The article was meant for men, but the recommendation was to masturbate before calling someone for a shag, and if you still wanted to afterwards, then it was probably a good idea. It was a bit like not going shopping when you’re hungry. So she gathered herself together, went upstairs to the bedroom and lay down on her bed, rested her cheek on her pillow and slipped her hand inside her knickers.

She couldn't help it, immediately she started picturing herself and Cassian, and Mark and Amy, together in their bedroom. She saw herself kissing Amy, taking off her dress, caressing her breast, hand against her crotch, feeling Mark behind her, feeling Cassian’s hand on her stomach, her arms, her ass, all of them warm and soft, skin against skin. Mark fucking her, Cassian fucking Amy.

She felt herself cumming quickly, it wasn't a great orgasm, it was dirty and rushed, but it felt different to the usual climax, more taboo, more forbidden, more intense somehow, and she found that she was far wetter than normal. She needed this, more than she had realised.

As her senses returned, she checked her phone again.

No new messages.

But at least now she knew.

She liked them. Both of them. Mostly Amy, but she knew she could easily grow to like Mark more and more. He was a real gentleman like Cassian, and a real man too.

She’d cum and she still wanted to text.

She opened up her messaging app and began to write.

Hi Amy, I’m sorry about how the other night ended. It was just a joke, I hope you didn’t take it serio-

She deleted what she’d written, tapping the backspace over and over and trying not to accidentally press send. There was no point lying. That wasn’t going to get her anywhere.

Hi Amy, I’m sorry. I like you, and Mark. We like you. Even if you don’t like us back, I still want to be your friend x

She read it back to herself. It still wasn’t completely honest, but it was better. She didn’t want to be just friends with Amy, but she would settle for that if she had to, and keep looking for someone else, and hope that over time her feelings would subside.

She hovered over the send button, but couldn’t bring herself to press.

Instead, she tapped on the back button, opened her contacts and called Alice.

*

‘So let me get this straight,’ said Alice. ‘You went to the ball, you fell in love with the Prince and the Princess, you invited them out on a date, which they didn’t know about, and then you asked them to come back to yours for a four-way?’

Emilia nodded.

‘Nice,’ said Alice raising her brow. ‘But it didn’t go to plan?’

Emilia shook her head.

‘And now you’re blubbing like a teenage girl at a boy band concert.’

‘And my vagina is just as hysterical,’ said Emilia.

Alice laughed. ‘At least you haven’t lost your humour… Now, I don’t mean to state the obvious, but did you subtly establish if they were into partner swapping first? You know, before you blurted it out?’

‘They were at the Masquerade.’

‘Did they go to the fucking other people part?’

Emilia shook her head.

‘The fact that they didn’t should have been a clue,’ said Alice.

‘Shit, what do I do?’ said Emilia.

‘What can you do? You can’t make someone like you. Same goes for normal relationships.’

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