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Metal and Magic

Chapter 40

Jane had been preparing all afternoon. She straightened up her apartment and set the table with more care than she’d ever bother with on a solo night. She even went out in the cold and stocked up on groceries. She got some fresh vegetables, a French wine, and she even bought an apple pie. She had wanted to make one from scratch, but she had never made one, and she didn’t have the time to mess up and try again. As she chopped carrots and lined up tomatoes on the cutting board, she tried not to think about how long it had been since she hosted a real dinner for anyone. She especially tried not to think about Harry, and how he would look when he walked through the door, or how her palms always got sweaty when she thought too much about his eyes. She just wanted the night to go smoothly, with no weirdness, no cosmic drama, and definitely no Darcy.

Of course, Darcy had other plans. When she heard her invite Harry to a private dinner, Darcy immediately butted in and invited herself. It annoyed Jane to no end, but that was classic Darcy … lovable but annoying.

About half an hour before Jane’s scheduled start time, there was a pounding knock at the door. It was three rapid-fire bangs in the same chaotic, friendly energy that Darcy brought to everything. Jane smoothed her hair, wiped her hands on a towel, and answered with a rehearsed smile.

Darcy breezed in with a gust of cold air that made her heavy coat billow. “I hope you didn’t start without me!” she cried, tossing her purse onto the credenza and stamping her black stiletto heels on the mat to knock off any sand still sticking to them. Jane was about to say something about the shoes, but then Darcy shrugged off her coat, and Jane lost her train of thought.

Where Jane wore a simple dress with a modest neckline and hem, Darcy strutted in a tiny, slinky black thing. The dress hugged every inch of her curvy body. It clung to her wide hips and buxom chest. The hem ended high on her upper thighs, and the neckline dipped low enough that Jane could see not just cleavage, but the entire inner curve of both breasts. Darcy’s dark, shiny hair tumbled over her shoulders, and she’d done her makeup in a way that made her look more like she was heading to a club than a quiet evening at home.

“Darcy! What are you wearing?” Jane asked with wide, shocked eyes.

Darcy did a slow turn with her hands on her hips, showing off everything. “Isn’t it great? I got it on sale. I figure, if you’re going to bother to look cute, you should go for broke. Besides, I want to look good for loverboy,” she said, winking.

Jane rolled her eyes, but she also felt the familiar sting of inadequacy. “Harry’s not coming over for a fashion show.”

Darcy plopped herself at the counter, legs crossed, her dress riding higher still. “Speak for yourself. I’m pretty sure Harry likes a little visual stimulation. I mean, he’s British, but he’s not a corpse.” She grinned, snagged a carrot from the cutting board, and crunched on it with exaggerated slowness.

Jane tried to ignore her and returned to chopping, but her rhythm was off. “Could you please not …” she started, gesturing vaguely at Darcy’s ensemble.

“Not what?” Darcy feigned innocence, but then leaned over with her elbows on the counter, giving Jane a full display of her considerable assets. “If you’re worried he’ll get distracted, you could always just make your move first.”

Jane’s cheeks flushed. “I’m not making a move. This is just dinner.”

Darcy’s eyes twinkled wickedly. “Right, right. ‘Just dinner.’ I’ve seen how you look at him, Jane. You get all fluttery and weird, and you smile like you’re in a toothpaste commercial. It’s adorable.”

Jane busied herself with the chicken, not wanting to give Darcy the satisfaction of another protest. “Some of us don’t feel the need to throw ourselves at every attractive guy who walks by.”

“Some of us know what we want and go for it,” Darcy shot back, rising from the stool and prowling over to the wine bottle. She spun it in her hands, then popped the cork. She poured herself a small glass. “You want one?” she asked, already reaching for a second glass.

“No, thanks,” Jane said, though she did. Instead, she focused on the pan, sprinkling spices with intense concentration.

Darcy sipped the wine and set the glass down. She watched Jane cook, then suddenly said, “You know what would make tonight really fun?”

Jane didn’t look up. “Please don’t say jello shots.”

Darcy laughed. “That’s for after dinner. No, I was thinking, since we’re all friends, and you’re clearly into Harry, and I wouldn’t mind getting a taste of that myself … Why don’t we just try a threesome?”

Jane’s knife slipped and nearly took her thumb with it. She stared at Darcy, completely stunned. “What?”

Darcy shrugged. “You heard me. Three’s company, Jane. We’re all adults.” She flashed a smile. “We’ve been working hard. We deserve to have a little fun.”

“That’s … that’s not happening,” Jane stammered. “I can’t believe you’d even say that.”

Darcy waggled her eyebrows. “Come on, didn’t you ever experiment in college?”

Jane fixed her with a glare. “No. And even if I had, it wouldn’t be with you.”

“There’s no need to be rude,” Darcy smirked and arched her back a little, accentuating her big, pillowy tits. “You could do a lot worse than me, you know.”

Jane rolled her eyes, but Darcy wasn’t done. She set down her wine glass and leaned in. “Look, what’s the worst that could happen? You make out with Harry, and maybe a little with me, and if you don’t like it, you can just say no and go back to chicken and small talk. You need to relax, Jane. You’re not trying to unravel the mysteries of the universe. It’s just … fun.” She plucked a slice of tomato from the cutting board, popped it between her lips, and chewed.

Jane tried to focus on the slicing, but her hands were shaking. Darcy took a moment to assess Jane’s outfit again, and her eyes traveled up and down from her plain, blue dress to her simple flats. She sighed heavily. “Not to be mean, but he’s not going to want to rip that off of you. Not even to be polite.” She paused, then cocked her head. “You have a great ass, you know. Why are you hiding it?”

“I’m not hiding anything. It’s winter,” Jane protested.

Darcy snorted. “It’s seventy-five degrees in here. You’re practically Amish.” She set her wine glass aside, then circled the kitchen island, closing the distance between them. Before Jane could react, Darcy took her gently by the shoulders and steered her away from the counter.

“What are you … hey!” Jane protested as Darcy spun her around.

Darcy ignored her and gave her a push toward the back hallway. “Go put on something less frumpy. I’ll finish this and set the table. And I’ll pick out a playlist so it’s not just us eating in awkward silence. This is how dinner parties are done in the real world, Janey.”

“I don’t have anything …”

“In the back of your closet, you have that little black number from your cousin’s wedding. Pair it with those fuck-me heels I bought you for Christmas, but you never wear. Trust me, it will drive him crazy.” Darcy grinned wickedly, then shooed Jane down the hall. “Put on a little more makeup, and make sure to wear your sexiest underwear. He won’t be impressed if he pulls down your dress and sees a huge pair of granny panties.”

Jane mumbled under her breath about not owning any granny panties, but she let herself be herded. Her cheeks felt hot, and her heart was thumping loudly in her chest. When the bedroom door closed, she leaned against it and exhaled shakily. Through the thin wall, she could hear Darcy humming as she chopped vegetables. Then she heard a slow, sensual R&B song begin to play. Jane opened her closet and stared helplessly at the options.

She followed Darcy’s advice and tried the black dress. The hem was shorter than she remembered, and the neckline scooped lower. She tried to tug it up and hide some of her chest, but it wouldn’t budge. The heels felt ridiculous, but she wobbled in them anyway, because Darcy was right. There was no way she’d ever be able to keep up with Darcy’s confidence, but at least she could try not to look like a stuffy librarian. Jane then added a little more makeup before going into her drawer and selecting the sexiest pair of panties she owned. Jane breathed deeply, reached under her dress, and shimmied out of her plain white cotton panties. She kicked them away and stepped into the lacy black pair. She shimmied again, but this time she lifted them up and over her perky ass. She checked her reflection in the mirror and considered bailing on her own dinner, but then she heard Darcy shout from the kitchen, “The clock’s ticking, Jane! Hurry up!”

Then there was a knock at the door, and Jane froze. She heard Darcy’s footsteps and her voice floating through the apartment. “Coming! Hold your horses!” The front door swung open, and Jane could hear the pleasant sound of Harry’s greeting.

“Hello, Darcy. You look dazzling, as always.”

“I know, right?” Darcy cheekily replied, and Jane imagined her spinning around to show off her sexy dress and voluptuous body. “You clean up okay yourself, Sir Harry.” Jane heard Harry chuckle. 

Jane peeked out the bedroom door. Harry was standing in the entryway, holding a bottle of wine and a bouquet of wildflowers wrapped in brown paper. He was wearing a button-down shirt, and he’d tried to tame his hair for once. He looked as calm, collected, and handsome as always. Jane’s mouth suddenly went dry.

Darcy took the flowers and the wine, then leaned in for a kiss on the cheek. “Jane’s just fixing her face,” she said with a wink. “She’ll be right out.”

Jane ducked back into the hallway and tried to steady herself. She wiped her sweaty palms on her dress and took a few deep breaths. She could hear Harry and Darcy chatting in the kitchen. Darcy was pouring wine and expertly guiding the conversation. She was already in full hostess mode, and it annoyed Jane that she was so good at it. 

When Jane finally emerged, Harry was just pulling out her chair at the table. He smiled at her, and his eyes widened appreciatively at the sight of her. Jane blushed but managed a smile. “Sorry, I got caught up in …”

“You look beautiful,” Harry said. He held the chair for her, and Jane sat, trying not to trip on her heels.

Darcy set the wine in the center of the table and clapped her hands. “All right, let’s eat. I hope you’re both hungry.”

They dished up the dinner, and the conversation flowed easily, but Jane was hyper-aware of every word and every look. Darcy steered the conversation to funny lab stories. She then asked Harry about his own funny stories. He was a good sport and played along, even as Darcy kept raising the stakes. By the time dessert was served, the two bottles of wine were nearly empty, and the air in the apartment was charged with nervous, sexual energy.

Darcy leaned in on her elbows, and her eyes sparkled. “So, Jane, are you going to make your move, or do I have to?”

Jane nearly choked on her pie. Harry tried to smooth things over, but Darcy just smiled and reached for his hand. “Relax, Harry. We’re just having fun.”

Jane’s palms were damp again, but she found herself laughing along with Darcy. Maybe it wouldn’t be a disaster after all.

When the meal finished, Jane started to clear the table, but Darcy stopped her. “Let’s just leave it. The night is young.” She got up, poured the last of the wine, and handed glasses to Jane and Harry. Then she plopped herself on the couch, pulling Harry in with one hand and Jane with the other. The two girls sandwiched Harry between them. “Let’s put on a movie,” she said, kicking off her heels and curling her legs beneath her.

Harry glanced from Darcy to Jane, and his lips curled into a cheeky smile. “Sure. I’ll watch whatever you two pick.”

Jane rolled her eyes, but she didn’t move away when Darcy snuggled in closer to Harry, and after a moment, Harry settled in too. Darcy hit play, and the three of them sat together, pressed close. Harry, for his part, couldn’t believe his luck.

Darcy wasted no time staking her claim, and before the movie hit its opening credits, she’d tucked her feet under Harry’s thigh and let her head drop lazily onto his broad shoulder. Jane, still new to the world of spontaneous intimacy, watched with a mix of fascination and dread as Darcy snuggled closer. She nuzzled her nose against the warm hollow of Harry’s throat and nipped at the stubble along his jaw. Harry looked surprised, but not displeased, and Jane immediately felt the pressure to match Darcy’s boldness.

She was close to Harry as the three of them were crowded together on the small couch, but she kept herself upright with her hands politely folded in her lap, watching the television while subtly peeking over at the other two. Jane was suddenly, acutely aware of how she must look compared to Darcy, with her dramatic eyeliner, tousled hair, and her dress that seemed determined to ride up her thighs. The hem of Darcy’s dress barely covered her at all. Jane could see the curve of her ass against the couch. Every time Darcy shifted, the fabric pulled higher and showed off more pale skin.

Darcy must have caught Jane staring. She grinned, then turned her attention to Harry, snuggling even closer. Her lips brushed his ear as she whispered something that made him laugh. Jane couldn’t make out the words, but she saw the way Harry’s hand sneaked around Darcy’s waist and caressed her fleshy hip. For a few minutes, Jane tried to focus on the movie, but her eyes kept drifting to the casual, effortless way Darcy touched Harry with a hand on his knee, a foot nudged between his ankles, or a quick press of her cheek against his chest. Darcy was practically in his lap now.

Jane’s heart was beating embarrassingly fast. She tried to pretend she didn’t notice how soft Harry’s lips looked, or the way his legs filled out his black dress trousers, or how his arm would brush hers every time he shifted. The sound from the movie faded into the back of her mind, and Jane felt the urge to close the gap between them. She wondered what would happen if she just leaned a little bit closer.

Then, as if reading her mind, Harry glanced at Jane from the corner of his eye. His smile was soft and encouraging, and Jane felt her resistance slip away. She inched toward him until her shoulder pressed against his. Harry didn’t pull away. Instead, he reached his arm across the back of the couch and settled it around her with his palm flat against her ribs. Jane held her breath, bracing for awkwardness, but somehow, it felt perfectly natural.

She could feel Darcy’s eyes on her, and Jane expected a mocking comment. Instead, Darcy’s mouth curled into a delighted smile. “See?” she giggled. “That wasn’t so hard.” Then she shifted her body, and her hand slipped behind Harry’s neck in a playful and possessive manner, as if she were daring Jane to go a little further.

Harry gave Jane a reassuring squeeze, and the warmth of it made her dizzy. She could smell his cologne, and it was intoxicating. Jane looked down at his hand and saw the way his fingers possessively curled over the curve of her side, and she felt herself blushing. She wasn’t just blushing on her face, but everywhere, even under the black dress Darcy had forced her into.

She wanted to say something, but the words caught in her throat. Instead, she looked up at Harry. He was looking right back at her, and for a long, charged moment, neither of them looked away. The movie went on in the background, but all Jane felt was the pressure of Harry’s gaze and the steady thump of her heart.

Darcy, clearly bored of sitting on the sidelines, reached over and rested her hand on Harry’s thigh, just above the knee. “You two are adorable,” she said, grinning at both of them. “But you’re moving at the speed of a PBS fundraiser. Come on, Janey. Don’t make him do all the work.”

Jane wanted to be embarrassed, but something about Darcy’s encouragement made her bold. She leaned into Harry with her head tilted up, and he met her halfway. Their lips touched. The kiss was tentative at first. It was little more than a brush of the lips. Then Harry’s hand moved up and cradled the side of Jane’s face, and they kissed again. This time it was slower, deeper, and more passionate. It was so good that Jane accidentally moaned into his mouth. 

“Oh, thank god,” Darcy said, sinking back into the couch and raising her glass in triumph. Jane heard her, but she didn’t care. She focused entirely on the way Harry kissed her, and how it made her forget everything else. 

When they finally broke apart, Harry smiled handsomely. Jane felt a little dazed, and she tried to think of something to say, but all she could do was laugh and cover her face with her hands.

Darcy clapped theatrically. “That was hot! Now, it’s my turn,” she said. 

Darcy was never one to hold back, and tonight there was no chance she would start. She slid her body over to Harry and pounced before he even had a chance to look surprised. Her mouth latched onto his, and she kissed him with open hunger, as though she wanted to taste every inch of him. It wasn’t a gentle kiss by any means. It was the kind of kiss that left him seeing stars and gasping for air, and Jane, witnessing the whole thing from less than two feet away, felt her mouth go dry.

Darcy’s hands went straight for the goods. One hand tangled in the back of Harry’s hair, and the other ran shamelessly down his torso, over his chest, and then lower, until she was practically curled in his lap. Despite all her sensibilities, Jand was riveted by the sight. She watched the fabric of Darcy’s dress slowly ride up with every jerk of her hips. The thin black material bunched around her waist until the soft roundness of her ass was barely covered. Darcy didn’t seem to care at all. In fact, she used the moment to her advantage and shifted her weight so that one bare thigh straddled Harry’s, and her ass was fully exposed except for the tiny purple thong she wore. She practically purred as her mouth left Harry’s, and she dragged her lips down to his jaw, then his throat, and then up to his ear, where she playfully nipped at him. 

Jane would have been mortified if it were happening to her, but Darcy acted like this was standard operating procedure. She was so at home in her own skin, and so unashamed of her body … or anyone else’s, for that matter. Jane wanted to look away, but she couldn’t. She found herself studying the way Darcy’s back arched as she leaned in, the way her hands kneaded the back of Harry’s neck, and the way Harry’s hands slowly wrapped around Darcy’s waist. 

Darcy took things several notches higher by grabbing Harry’s wrist and guiding his hand down onto her bare ass. She held it there as she continued to grind her hips against him. Harry seemed more than happy to accommodate her perversions. He squeezed and kneaded her soft flesh, making Darcy moan. The entire exchange was so heated that Jane’s blush ran from her scalp down to her chest. Darcy broke away from Harry just long enough to flash Jane a naughty smile.

“Don’t be shy, Jane,” she said, reaching out with her free hand and capturing Jane’s wrist. “You’re up.”

Jane nearly sputtered, but Darcy didn’t give her a chance to protest or shrink away. She tugged Jane forward until she was close enough to feel the heat coming off Harry’s body. Harry looked from Darcy to Jane with an expression of embarrassment and delight. If he was nervous, he wasn’t showing it. He squeezed Darcy’s ass, then let his hand drift back to Jane’s waist.

Jane hesitated, but Harry leaned in and kissed her. This time had none of the hesitancy from before. The kiss was soft at first. Then the hand on her waist pulled her closer, and Jane felt herself melt into him. She could taste the sweetness of the wine on his lips, and a faint trace of Darcy’s perfume lingered on his skin. The kiss grew deeper, and Harry’s tongue teased her lips as his hand slid up her back. Jane felt every nerve ending ignite.

Darcy watched them with her chin resting on Harry’s shoulder, clearly delighted by her handiwork. She didn’t stay still for long. She let go of Jane’s wrist only to rest her hand lightly on Jane’s knee. Her fingers caressed Jane’s bare skin as if she wanted to make sure no part of her was left out of the action.

The three of them were suddenly a blur of arms, hands, and lips, and the movie in the background had long been forgotten. Jane was surprised to find herself enjoying Darcy’s touch as much as Harry’s. Darcy’s hand drifted up Jane’s thigh, and Jane shivered when the tips of her fingers slid beneath the hem of her dress. The feeling was so naughty that Jane let out an involuntary gasp, which only made Darcy giggle and press closer.

Harry’s other arm wrapped around Jane’s shoulders, pulling her in so that she was flush against him. Harry’s hand slid under the hem of Jane’s dress, and she felt him palm her panty-covered ass. Darcy, never one to miss an opportunity, twisted so that she was straddling both of them now. Jane couldn’t help but giggle at the ridiculousness of it all, and the sound was quickly muffled by Harry’s lips against hers once again.

Judging by Darcy’s triumphant expression, this was exactly what she’d hoped for. She nuzzled her face into Jane’s neck and kissed the delicate skin just below her ear while her hand drew gentle patterns on the inside of Jane’s thigh. Harry kissed Jane with renewed enthusiasm, and soon it was impossible to tell whose hands were whose, or who was kissing whom. Jane broke the kiss to catch her breath, but Darcy was right there to replace him. Jane’s eyes went wide when Darcy’s lips touched hers, but soon she closed her eyes and allowed herself to enjoy her soft, skilled lips. 

Darcy broke the kiss with a grin, and her hands moved up the sides of her dress. She gathered the hem and whipped it up over her head. The dress landed on the coffee table in a black puddle, and Darcy sat before them in her purple thong and matching bra. Darcy didn’t bother with a showy striptease. She reached behind her back, unclasped her bra, and shrugged it off. The straps slid down her arms, and the cups gave way to reveal her big, round, and perfect breasts. Her nipples were stiff and crinkled, and the tips jutted out from her pale pink areolas. Jane thought they looked almost fake, except that nothing about Darcy was ever fake. Her tits were just that good.

Darcy’s eyes locked on Harry’s, and she cupped her breasts in both hands like she was offering them up for inspection. Harry didn’t hesitate. He leaned in, caught one of her nipples in his mouth, and sucked with a hunger Jane had only ever read about. His hand came up to knead the opposite breast, and Darcy’s eyes rolled back as she let out a deep and throaty moan. Jane flushed red, embarrassed at how intently she stared. She wanted to look away, but the sight was impossible to ignore. Darcy’s fingers threaded through Harry’s hair and pulled him closer, grinding his face against her chest, until she looked back over at Jane with a mischievous glint.

“Don’t just watch,” Darcy said. Her voice was breathless but commanding. She reached out and tugged at Jane’s elbow, pulling her forward. Jane’s hands shook, but she didn’t resist. Darcy guided Jane’s face to her other nipple, and Jane hesitated as her lips hovered over the tip. She leaned in and softly kissed it, as though she was afraid of doing it wrong, but Darcy let out a gasp and arched her back, pushing her breast further into Jane’s mouth.

“God, yes,” Darcy giggled as her hands stroked Jane’s hair. “See? You’re a natural.”

Harry looked up from Darcy’s chest, and he and Jane locked eyes for a second before he leaned in and kissed her. Jane melted into the kiss. Darcy pulled back for a moment, leaving Harry and Jane pressed together, and she fumbled for her wine glass and took a deep gulp. Her chest heaved as she caught her breath, and Jane couldn’t help but stare at how Darcy’s breasts bounced with the motion. Her nipples were still wet from both Harry’s mouth and her own. Then, moving with the same impatient energy, Darcy hooked her thumbs under the waistband of her thong and wiggled it down over her hips. She shimmied out of it, exposing her hips and the soft, hairless mound below, and then kicked the discarded thong across the room.

Jane’s eyes went wide. Darcy was unabashedly naked in the middle of her living room. She didn’t cover herself or even act self-conscious. Instead, she cocked her hip in a way that made her curvy body look even sexier. “Let’s take this to the bedroom so we can get comfortable,” she told them. 

Darcy beckoned to Harry, who immediately stood up. Darcy wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him hard, pressing their bodies together. She then turned and looked back at Jane with a mischievous smile. “You’re coming too, Janey,” she said. “No one gets left behind.”

Harry reached for Jane’s hand and pulled her up from the couch. Her knees were weak, and she stumbled a little, but Harry steadied her. Darcy took the lead, as she always did. She grabbed Harry and Jane by the hands and started down the hallway toward the bedroom, her bare ass swaying with every step.