This is a continuation of this post: https://old.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/1ftpn6d/f25f23m27_the_movie_theatre_incident/

The three of us burst out of the movie theater, barely able to contain our laughter as we piled into the back of a waiting taxi. Amy slid in first, pulling me after her, and Karl followed, squeezing into the backseat beside me. We giggled like kids who had just gotten away with something mischievous, the adrenaline from the movie and the tension between us still fresh

Amy leaned against me in the backseat, her leg casually draped over mine, her body close enough that I could feel the warmth of her skin through her clothes. But as the car jolted slightly over a bump, Amy’s skirt started to rise up her thighs.

I tried not to stare. I had never thought about what kind of underwear my best friend was wearing before, but now it's all I could think about.

“Are you coming back to our place for a bit?” Amy asked me. Her tone was relaxed. Back to their place? I glanced at Karl, catching his eye, and he nodded almost imperceptibly.

“Yeah, sounds good,” I said, as casually as I could.

“Excellent,” Amy said, leaning back again, her skirt rising further up her soft thighs.

Little cotton panties?

Lace french knickers?

A slutty transparent thong?

I tried not to keep looking, I promise I did, but every time the car swerved, her thighs parted ever so slightly, her skirt rising higher. I tried to keep my micro glances to a minimum, but I couldn’t help myself - the imprint of her boyfriend's cock was still felt fresh between my lips.

My heart raced as I caught her smirk out of the corner of my eye, and I realized she was fully aware of what she was doing. She wasn’t being careless—she was teasing me, daring me to keep looking. Two more corners later and I saw what she wanted me to see.

When had she taken them off? In the theater bathroom before we left, pocketing them with express intent to tease me in the taxi? Were they in her handbag right now, moist from watching me and Karl? Or maybe she’d never worn any at all, slowly circling her clit as I’d been sitting on his lap. Either way, I couldn't help but lick my lips when I saw it - small, cute, wet, and completely bald. Amy laughed and closed her legs.

Once we arrived at her place, she unlocked the door, leading us inside. She walked with a sway to her hips, the short skirt barely covering anything as she disappeared into the kitchen. My mind was racing, trying to process the blatant, yet unspoken, invitation she had flashed me in the taxi. Karl seemed as nervous as I did.

Amy returned with a bottle of wine, pouring three generous glasses. She handed one to me, her fingers lingering as she passed the glass. “To a night of surprises,” she said with a wicked grin, raising her glass. We clinked them together, and I couldn’t shake the image of her exposed body from my mind.

Amy sat down on the couch, spreading her legs slightly, once again giving me a tantalizing glimpse of her bare pussy. I took a large gulp of wine, trying to steady my breathing, but my body was already buzzing with arousal. She glanced at Karl, then at me, her lips curled into a playful smirk. “So…did you enjoy the seating arrangement tonight?”

I choked slightly on my wine, feeling myself flush red as I remembered exactly what had transpired in the movie theater.

“Uh, yeah,” I said, hearing the nervousness in my own voice. I had never seen this side of my friend before; she was in control now, leading us both to exactly where she wanted us to be.

“You looked like you were having fun,” she continued. Her legs parted slightly as she leaned forward, her bare pussy flashing me again. This time, I didn’t look away fast enough, and Amy caught me staring. Her grin widened.

I swallowed hard, my pulse racing. “I—” I began, but I had no idea what to say.

Amy leaned in closer, her voice a whisper in my ear. “You don’t have to pretend. I liked watching. I kind of want to see more.”

“M…more?” I asked, my own panties suddenly feeling too tight, too restrictive. My mind again flashed to those same images as when I’d been resting my ass on her boyfriends cock.

“Karl, what do you think?” Amy asked suddenly, glancing at him with a mischievous gleam in her eye. “Did you enjoy it too?”

Karl hesitated, his grip tightening around his glass. His voice was strained when he finally answered, “Yeah… I did.”

Amy smiled, satisfied, and her hand slipped even higher up my thigh. She gave Karl a playful glance before turning her attention back to me. “Good,” she purred.

Without warning, she pulled me toward her, her lips meeting mine in a soft, sensual kiss. My mind went blank as I kissed her back, our mouths moving together, slow and deliberate. Her hand slid under my shirt, fingers tracing the skin of my waist as she deepened the kiss. My body betrayed me, a soft moan escaping as she edged her hand higher.

I gasped as Amy’s bare leg brushed against mine, the heat from her body almost overwhelming. Karl’s hand was suddenly on my other thigh, his touch hesitant but firm. Amy pulled back just enough to murmur.

“See, there’s enough of you to go around…”

I turned to Karl, my heart racing, and kissed him. His lips were warm, eager, and he responded immediately, his hand tightening on my thigh. The tension that had been building between the three of us all night finally ignited into a full-blown flame.

Amy smiled as she stood up, slipping her fingers into the waistband of my jeans, tugging lightly. “Let’s move this to the bedroom,” she said, her eyes dark with desire. The teasing was over—she was ready for more.

I nodded, breathless, and we followed her, the air between us thick with anticipation. Amy’s skirt was riding even higher now, exposing her completely as she led the way, flashing her bare ass and pussy with each step. The sight made my core throb with need, my mind filled with images of what was about to happen.

In the bedroom, Amy turned to face us, her fingers hooking under her skirt, pushing it down slowly until it pooled at her feet. She stood before us, completely naked, her pussy even more perfect than I could have imagined.

“Come here,” she whispered, beckoning us closer.

I moved toward her, my body thrumming with desire, Karl in toe. It was time to finish what we started.