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Lily walked into the bar out of the literal blizzard that had started since she left home not twenty minutes ago. She shook out her long red hair, fluffing the locks to try to maintain some of the styling she had put in before the wet snow weighed it down. Lily had rushed to get here when Mary called her, desperate to be anywhere other than stuck in her parents’ house on Christmas Eve with her stuck up sister and her fiance. I’m off to meet a friend! She called it over her shoulder as she practically ran out of the house.
The warmth of the bar flooded around her, making her coat immediately too hot. She slipped her arms out of it, unwrapped the scarf from her neck, and headed to the bar where Mary was sitting while her boyfriend, Peter, tended the bar behind. She glanced around as she went in the room, impressed that the bar was quite crowded. A booth in the corner held three guys. One of them, a messy haired boy with glasses, caught her eye as she crossed the room. She winked at him, and he returned her smile.
“Lily!” Mary jumped up and wrapped her arms around Lily. “I’m so glad you could make it. I didn’t think you would when the snow started coming down.”
“I’m lucky I was already out of the house. Otherwise, I don’t think that mum would have let me go.” Lily sat down next to Mary. “Hello, Peter.”
“Hey Lily. It’s been a while. Can I get you a drink?”
Lily looked over the numerous bottles along the back wall of the bar before turning back to Peter. “I don’t know. Got any specials going?”
“Sure, a couple of holiday cocktails. The candy cane is a popular one tonight.”
Lily glanced around the room, where everyone seemed to either have a finger or two of amber colored liquor or tall glasses of beer. She snorted, and turned back to Peter. “You mean that’s what Mary’s drinking?” Peter shrugged. “I’ll take one. Sounds wonderful.”
“Put it on my tab, Pete.” Lily turned to find the messy haired boy standing next to her, leaning one arm against the bar top. “I’m James.”
“Hi, James. Thanks for the drink.” Lily tossed her hair over her shoulder.
“I was going to put a couple songs on the jukebox.” James indicated over his shoulder to the music box in the corner. “Do you want to come?”
“Oh, very much. I’ll help you put a song on the jukebox, too.” Before her words registered with him, Lily winked at Mary and took off toward the jukebox with James’s hand in hers. She heard laughter trailing behind her.
Lily stopped in front of the jukebox, flipping through the albums casually as she felt James walk up behind her. There was an inch of space between them, and James leaned forward against one hand on the jukebox. He wasn’t touching her, but she could feel his warmth radiating through the back of her sweater.
They laughed over the selection of songs available, picking a few that began playing over the bar. When they were done, Lily turned around, caught between James and the jukebox as he still leaned one arm against it. At the angle he was leaning, A small deer head pendant fell out from his coat, which Lily hooked a finger around. She gave a soft yank, and pulled James the last inch between them until his hips rested against hers against the jukebox. She could feel he was already half hard in his pants.
James lowered his head and pressed his lips to hers against the jukebox. The gentle kiss became quickly heated, and he ran his tongue along the curve of her lips, seeking entrance to her mouth. She opened her lips, and felt the smoky taste of the liquor still lingering on his tongue.
“Impressive.” She intentionally let her meaning stay vague, fingering the pendant while he pressed firmly against her. The twinkle in his hazel eyes told her that he caught her sly double meaning.
“Thank you.” He shifted his weight slightly. “I’ll let you have it, if you want.” He also chose not to define it .
Her eyebrows shot to the top of her forehead. “Really?”
“Sure, but you have to do something for me first.”
The bet was simple, though it wouldn’t be easy to complete in a crowded bar. All Lily had to do was let Mary do body shots off of her, though James insisted that they would need to be proper body shots, requiring her to take off her sweater and jeans so that Mary could take them from between her tits and thighs.
James clearly thought that she would turn down the request, declaring it was simply too much. She suspected that he had a back up plan that would seem much more reasonable in light of his initial request. However, James was severely underestimating Lily’s desire to meet a challenge.
“Alright.” Lily quickly turned and walked back toward the bar.
“Wait, you will?” After a moment’s delay, James was following back to the bar.
“Mary, darling. I need you for something.”
Mary stood up, and Lily wrapped her arms around Mary’s shoulders. As she explained quietly in Mary’s ear what she was going to do, she felt Mary’s hands grasp her waist. It was not the first time that she and Mary had been intimate with each other. Though neither of them had feelings for each other, they had delved into their fair share of experimentation during college, along with a few boyfriends that were more than interested in having them both at once. They hadn’t minded, either.
As Lily finished her tale, Mary pulled back with a wicked grin on her face. She leaned across the bar to whisper in Peter’s ear, who in turn laughed and looked at James. He nodded emphatically, clearly ready to enjoy the show as well. Mary looked back at Lily. “We’re about to make this the most popular bar in town.”
Mary wrapped her arms around Lily’s waist again, pulling her in for a long, slow kiss with lots of tongue. Catcalls came their direction from various directions around the bar, and when Lily broke the kiss a moment later, there was a small circle gathered around them. James’s two friends from the booth in the corner had joined them as well.
“Tough luck, Prongs.” The pretty guy with the grey eyes clapped a hand on James’s shoulder. “Looks like the one you’re after plays for the other team.”
Lily winked at him as Mary’s lips worked their way down her neck and her hands toying with the edge of her shirt. “Lucky for you, I’ll play for either team.”
A burst of surprise laughter escaped his lips as Mary simultaneously lifted her shirt over her head. Lily was left standing in her red, lacy demi-cup bra that left her far more on display than she had considered. It was too late to reconsider now.
Mary’s lips made their way down her chest and over the soft mounds of her breasts while her hands found the waistband of her jeans. Mary unhooked the button, then raised a hand to her breast and raised it slightly so that she could bring the nipple to her mouth. She sucked on Lily’s nipple through the thin fabric, and Lily leaned back against the bar behind her, lifting her breasts to push into Mary’s mouth.
Mary’s hand left her breast to find the other, pinching one nipple while sucking on the other. Her other hand naked down into Lily’s pants and panties, finding the little nub there and massaging it with smooth circles.
Lily was lost in the sensations of Mary’s mouth and fingers on her, but not quite enough to miss the comment from James’s other friend. “What exactly is happening?”
“Moony, I’m not even sure anymore. Definitely not what I dared her to do, but I have no intention of stopping it.”
Mary laughed against her nipple; her fingers coming to a stop. She looked back at Lily, with her hand still buried in her pants. “Guess I got a little carried away.”
Lily snorted. “I’m sure you had no idea what you were doing.”
“No one is complaining.” James spoke from somewhere to the side. “Feel free to continue.”
Mary winked at James, then drew Lily into another kiss. She pulled her hand out from Lily’s pants, undoing the zipper at the front, and then placing her hands on either side to slowly lower her pants down her thighs.
Lily stepped out of her jeans. She was now standing in the middle of the bar wearing nothing more than her bra and panties, and a pair of heels. She walked over to James, stopping a step away from him. “Would you mind lifting me onto the bar top, please?”
James smiled and shook his head slightly, then looked down her nearly naked form. “Nice panties.”
Lily looked down at the red lace that had green trees embroidered into the fabric. “Thanks. I didn’t expect to end up nearly naked on a bar top on Christmas Eve, but I couldn’t have planned this better.”
A smirk played on his lips. “Well, I’m happy that I could make that happen for you.”
She held her hands out to her side. “Could I get a lift?”
James placed a hand on either side of her hips, lifting her slightly as she hopped up on the bar. She grabbed his jaw and brought his face closer to hers before he could back away, then kissed him solidly on the lips. “Thank you.”
“Mm, my pleasure.”
Lily raised an eyebrow. “Oh, I think it’s going to be very much my pleasure.”
Mary walked over in front of her again, stepping between Lily’s legs and drawing her into another kiss. Peter placed on the bar next to them a bottle of tequila, a plate of limes, and a shaker of salt. The cold bar top contrasted nicely with Mary’s warm hands on her sides. Mary reached around behind her and unhooked the bra from behind her back. Mary broke the kiss and pulled the bra down Lily’s arms as she took a step away.
She closed the distance again, dropping her head to Lily’s breasts and sucking her now naked nipple into her mouth. Lily buried her hands in Mary’s hair, gripping slightly. Her eyes slid closed for a moment, revelling in her friend’s warm mouth. She opened her eyes again, and was instantly drawn to James’s gaze. He watched her with a hungry look in his eyes, like he was prepared to devour her if she let him. Lily let a moan escape her lips, and her thighs attempted to clench and found Mary in the way.
Mary took a step back again, letting her hands trail over Lily’s skin again. “Lily, darling. I think you might be enjoying this. Should I make you come in front of all these people?” Lily groaned and leaned back on her arms on the bar top. Mary laughed. “Maybe we will then. I think body shots first, though, hmmm?”
Mary grabbed one of the shot glasses that Peter had set on the bar, and filled it with tequila. Lily grabbed it from her hand and shot it back quickly. Mary laughed, and poured another shot. She placed it between Lily’s breasts. “Hold your tits, love.” Lily placed a hand on either side of her breasts, pushing them together to hold the glass. Mary adjusted it so that only the rim of the glass showed over the flesh of her breast.
Mary licked a strip across her left breast, then sprinkled salt across it. She balanced a lime on her right breast. Lily continued to hold her breasts together, her legs now clenched tightly since Mary had stepped out from between them. Mary glanced down at her legs, shook her head, and pulled her legs apart to make room again. “Open up for me, love.” Lily heeded her request, and Mary pressed herself against Lily’s damp panties.
Mary’s tongue found her breast again, lapping up all of the spilled salt there. Mary buried her face in Lily’s cleavage, taking the shot glass in her mouth and tipping it. Finally, she found the lime with her teeth and bit into it.
Lily noticed a dribble of tequila that was dripping down Mary's chin, and she pulled Mary close to her and licked her jaw. Just before Lily reached her lips, Mary spit out the lime, and Lily claimed her mouth, licking in and seeking the tart lime flavor. They broke apart a moment later to the sound of cheers.
Lily glanced over to where James was standing. The look on his face was somewhere between shocked and impressed, with a healthy dose of turned on to go with it. She watched as his friend leaned over to whisper something in his ear, but it seemed as though James wasn’t paying any attention to anything except Lily.
Lily winked at him, then scooted back on the bar as she turned to lay lengthwise along it. She was still wearing her knickers and—well, nothing else. She could feel the eyes of every person in the bar on her, and their gazes warmed her skin and something much deeper down inside of her. She arched up against the bar top before Mary even climbed up and knelt between her legs.
Mary leaned down over Lily, an arm on either side of her head. She bent closer and kissed Lily—a searing kiss that searched and found Lily wanting. She balanced herself on her right arm, and trailed her left hand down Lily’s collar bone. She briefly pinched her nipple, and then continued down her stomach. The feeling of her hand on Lily’s bare skin made Lily gasp, and Mary swallowed it with an open mouthed kiss.
Mary’s hand stopped at the edge of Lily’s panties, and an involuntary whine escaped her mouth as her hips wiggled under Mary’s hand. Mary laughed against her lips. “You’ve gotten so needy, Lily.” She raised her head slightly, taking in Lily’s flushed cheeks and blown eyes. She spoke quietly so that Lily was certain she was the only one who heard it. “Do you want me to make you come now? Do you want your new friend to see what you look like when you come? Well, not yet, love. I still have more body shots to do.”
Lily groaned, and Mary cut her off with another deep kiss. Mary broke the kiss and sat up on her knees, grabbing the bottle of tequila off the table. She looked down at Lily with a wicked grin, then handed the bottle to James. “Would you’like to do the honors?”
James grabbed the bottle from her and walked forward, adjusting the significant bulge in his pants as he stepped up to Lily. “You’re going to have to hold still, or this is going to go all over the bar top. Do you think you can hold still?”
Lily couldn’t exactly explain where the next words came from, but it was hard to regret them when she saw the way James reacted. “I’m not sure. You might have to restrain me.”
James groaned loudly, grasping himself tighter as though he was holding off coming at her words. “I can do that.” He leaned down and kissed her, and she couldn’t help but think of how different it’s was than when Mary kissed her. Mary was delicate and fierce all at once, with soft lips and a slight nip of teeth. James was more demanding. He took control of the kiss from the moment is lips touched hers, taking from her all that she was willing to give—which at the moment was a lot.
James stood up and poured tequila down her chest and belly, filling the hollows of her body with the bitter liquid. He moved up next to her head, grabbing her hand and placing a kiss on the back of it.
Mary licked her nipple and sprinkled salt over it, and she placed a slice of lime on top of the other. “Ready, love?” James grabbed both of her hands and held them over her head securely by the wrists. She glanced up at him, though his eyes were on the feast laid out further down, then nodded to Mary.
Mary ducked her head again, claiming the salty nipple in her mouth and sucking hard. Lily arched up against her, but James’s hands found her shoulders and held her down. Mary moved her head lower, slurping up the liquid and dipping her tongue into her belly button. She moved back up, grabbing the lime off of Lily’s breast between her teeth and sitting up again.
Lily was left practically trembling on the bar top, so close to coming that she was certain that she would come if someone would just touch her . She wanted it—wanted to be touched, stroked, to come, even with (especially with) everyone watching.
She looked up at Mary and met her eyes. Mary’s eyes trailed down her body, and lily wiggled underneath her gaze. “Please, Mary. I need to come. Please.”
James groaned again, and she felt his fingers grip slightly against her shoulders. Mary glanced up at him and then smiled down at Lily. She looked over at Peter. “Hand me the scissors?”
Lily didn’t even have it in her to wonder what Mary might need scissors for, and found herself surprisingly grateful when Mary didn’t waste time trying to pull her panties off. Instead, she took the scissors and cut a neat line up each side of her hips, then took them off of her. Mary tossed the scraps of damp fabric at James, and he caught it and shoved it in his pocket. Lily groaned at the thought of this practical stranger keeping her panties (could he be considered a stranger after he watched her come on a bar?), and she was turned on by the thought of him using this memory later.
She only had a moment to consider it though, because Mary was scooting further down the bar and between Lily’s legs. She pressed Lily’s legs open wider, until she had one on either side of the bar. She motioned for Peter to grab one leg and hold it open, and for James to grab the other.
“This okay, Lily?”
“Fuck, Mary. I need to come, please.”
Mary smirked. “I’m going to take that as a yes.”
Lily took a moment to consider the fact that she was now completely naked on the bar, her legs held open by the men on either side of her—one of whom she was already hoping would want to continue this show later (though probably in private)—while her best friend and former lover (current lover? She couldn’t really be considered former with the way she was lowering her mouth to meet Lily’s lower lips) was preparing to make her come in a crowded bar on Christmas Eve.
James was on one side of her, with his hand firmly grasping her upper thigh, and the other hand holding her shoulder just above her breast. She wondered if she could shift his hand down to her breast, wanting to know what his hand felt like against her soft skin and pebbled nipple. Peter’s hand was more appropriately placed at her knee, though the effect of having two men holding her down was not lessened. She was—
Lily’s brain went blank as Mary’s tongue connected with her swollen folds. It would be moments under Mary’s talented tongue before Lily came, and she knew she was going to come hard. She shifted against the bar, but James and Peter held her down firmly. She arched her head back, eyes open, catching the half of the bar she could see firmly turned toward her, watching her tremble and rise slowly. She could just see James’s two friends standing beyond where James was, both of them intently watching with slight smirks on their lips.
Mary’s lips found her clit and latched around it, her tongue darting out gently. She was close, so close, and about to come. A low whine came out of her mouth and Mary suddenly sat up. “I think we need more tequila. One more shot, right?”
James laughed as Lily groaned and tried to move her hands down between her legs to just finish what Mary started, but Mary grabbed them and pinned them over her head. “Uh-uh, darling. You have to do this my way.” She looked up to where James’s two friends were standing. “Care to help me, boys?”
They walked forward, each taking one of Lily’s hands and pinning it to the bar. She grasped their hands and tried to pull out, but they held her down. “Mary, please .”
“Almost, love, but I adore you begging.”
“Fuck,” James’s voice was low and gravely. “Me too.”
Mary grabbed the bottle of tequila one more time with a grin at James. “Hold her down boys, and let’s make her fly.”
Lily didn’t dare move as Mary poured the tequila down her center, the cool liquid meeting her wet heat. A moment before Mary’s lips touched her again, Lily was already on edge just thinking about it.
She came as soon as Mary’s tongue connected with her clit again, and each of the four boys around her tightened their grasp on her arms and legs as she pulled against them. She could feel Mary’s tongue prodding and stroking her through the waves of orgasm washing over her. The reminder of everyone in the bar having their eyes on her, the four boys having their hands on her, and Mary’s tongue on her only made her come harder, climb higher, until she was a puddle of mush on the bar top.
Mary sat up, wiping her mouth and leaving behind a knowing smile. “Was that what you wanted, love?”
James groaned. “Yes, fuck.”
Mary laughed. “I wasn’t talking to you, but glad to know she managed to win your bet anyway.”
Peter handed Lily a “free drinks for life” card as she found her breath returning on the bar top. Lily shakily sat up and turned to face James. He placed his hands on her hips and steadied her as she slid down to the floor in front of him, still completely naked. She could feel her knees wobble a bit, and was grateful when he pinned her to the bar top to keep her from falling over.
Lily reached an arm up and slid the stag pendant off his neck and onto her own. “I think this is mine now.”
James groaned, eyes watching the way the pendant rested between her breasts, clearly wishing that she had taken him up on the other side of that double entendre. “Is that all you want now?”
Lily wrapped her hand up around the base of his head, and pulled him down to meet her lips in a seeking kiss. When she broke the kiss, his forehead was still pressed against hers. “Definitely not. I was hoping you would want to take me home now.”
James chuckled, then dropped his lips to her ear. “After what you just did on the bar? Why do we need to go anywhere?”
Lily kissed him again, and James wrapped his arms around her thighs and lifted her to sit on a barstool. He stepped between her legs, pressing the bulge in his jeans against her still wet center.
Indeed, why go anywhere at all?