> Neighborly Seduction 2: The Vinyl Scratch Remix
>  by Steel Quill
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> Neighborly Seduction 2: The Vinyl Remix
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The summer sun was a wrathful being on that cloudless day. Of course, it always was in the summertime, but it seemed like Celestia was much more in favor of a “scorched earth” policy lately. That was Octavia’s perspective, even seated under an umbrella with a cool drink in hand that was halfway gone down her gullet the moment it’d been poured out. It reminded her a little of why sometimes the summertime was the most tedious of seasons: the heat and lack of an occupied schedule only seemed to make the high temperatures drag on and on along with the slow crawl of time. It was laborious, but a part of life all had to work through. But there were a few benefits to such a time, she could admit.

One of those benefits was next door, grilling with his family and staying in sight of the buxom woman, much to her liking.

Copper Spray looked content even in the summer heat, an attitude Octavia found a touch hard to understand when she’d much rather savor the cool AC of being indoors. He’d taken to the idea of being shirtless in the heat, his skin having adopted a darker coloring to it over the past couple weeks’ time. His consistent aid in helping her with her and Vinyl’s yard had done well to help him gain a darker shade to his skin, a compliment to his reddish-brown hair color as well. Though she knew it wasn’t just his time in the yard that got him that sunlight, but more importantly, the time spent under her hungering appetite for his youthful energy and delicious dick.

Just thinking of that made a delightful shiver cross Octavia’s torso, a grin forming on her full lips as she kept her gaze on Copper behind dark-tinted shades. If only the rest of Copper’s family had any awareness of the naughty shenanigans she took up with him while they’d been gone, of how delightfully sinful it’d been to have him moaning under her as she rode him again and again —

“Tavi, get that drool off your chin before they see you.”

Vinyl’s voice shattered the fantasy imagery she’d been enjoying, making Octavia give a small start before pouting at her roommate joining her at their table. The DJ had a much more open attire than Octavia’s at the time. Unlike her choice of thigh-length shorts and a white sleeveless shirt to give her some degree of decency, Vinyl instead took more to dressing like she was at the beach right there and then. The blue bikini top was held up by hair-thin strings that tied behind her neck, the cloth coverings over her breasts only just barely doing their jobs. Her lower half was bare save for the tight-fitting jean shorts she had on, keeping her decent while showing off her legs. She wasn’t as gifted in the chest department as Octavia was, but made up for it elsewhere.

Being a slightly smaller woman than Octavia, it seemed like Vinyl’s figure was the flip side of the coin to the string musician. Where Octavia had a blessing of a bountiful bust, Vinyl was given instead an impressive, rounder rear end that was one to flaunt, much to the DJ’s liking. The best phrase Octavia could think of was “an ass to bounce a quarter off of”, though she herself would substitute a quarter for a whole dollar coin instead. Vinyl didn’t feel any shame or self-consciousness about her bountiful butt; she worked it well in both her job and for her personal self. Add in the strong, long legs supporting her lean frame, and Vinyl Scratch could make any fellow walking down the road lose track of what they’re thinking in favor of soaking up the view of her from behind.

“I’m not drooling. Just...thinking. You know, that intelligent thing some people do,” Octavia replied to Vinyl, making the DJ snicker.

“Thinking about Copper, huh? It’s been what, two days?” she pressed. “I’m sure he hasn’t forgot you that fast. Not after such a rowdy show like last time.”

Octavia had the decency to blush at Vinyl’s tease; after being caught red-handed —or cum splashed as it was — the DJ had taken to teasing her fellow musician. It was something Octavia was somewhat used to, but she’d have preferred not to have been found in such a mess by Vinyl of all people. “I know that, Vinyl. It’s not me worrying about him forgetting me. I hardly imagine he’d be that kind of person.”

“Anyone who’d pass over those rockin’ tits aren’t worth your time, Tavi,” Vinyl replied. “I’ve groped them enough to know myself.”

“...Thank you, Vinyl, for the compliment and reminder of how social norms go right over your head,” Octavia quipped, which only made the DJ chuckle. “I guess you could say it’s just the heat making me feel all...well, flustered. And we’ve had to pretty much behave since his family returned from their vacation.”

“Tsk. Body-blocked by the family. That’s tough,” Vinyl agreed, leaning back in her chair and resting her head against her hands behind her head. “Can’t just up and kidnap him, can we?”

“No, we can’t just - wait, ‘we’?” Octavia paused, turning away from her view of Copper to look at her roommate. “What we?”

“The guy’s got you hungering for him like a dog after a fresh steak, Tavi. If he’s good enough to nab your attention and keep it that well, why wouldn’t I be interested?” Vinyl answered. The rosy-red eyes watched her over the rim of her trademark glasses. “C’mon. You can share him for a spin, can’t you?”

“Vinyl...”

“I’m just saying!” Vinyl insisted, grinning at her roommate’s scowl. “Let me be your wingwoman and get you some time with Copper, and in return, you can let me take him for a ride. Or two. Maybe three, if his stamina is really that good-”

“Vinyl!”

The blue-haired DJ only laughed at this, leaving Octavia to huff and lay back against her chair. Even with the DJ’s teasings, there was a sliver of truth throughout them: Octavia wasn’t satisfied with just the one single encounter with Copper. If only his family had kept away and stayed out of town for another week, she could have him over right now, serving up a good, hard, sweaty, wild time in the sack…

Celestia’s sun, she was riled up bad.

“How would we even get him away from the family? They’re having a nice time over there. I don’t want to disturb family time,” Octavia pointed out.

“Oh, please. That’s easy!” Vinyl exclaimed. “You just think up what you want to say, and I’ll get dreamboat boy over here.” The blue-haired woman got up and made for the fence dividing the two properties, leaving Octavia to gape at her brash roommate’s decision before acting. Getting up from her seat, Octavia brushed her hands off on her sides before going inside, trying to clamor for some sort of idea to go along with whatever in Tartarus Vinyl had in mind. She couldn’t hear her talking, but her imagination could conjure plenty of ideas of just what she could do. Vinyl was always a wild child like that; it could leave one dizzy if they couldn’t keep up with her.

Coming to a stop at the kitchen counter, Octavia shook her head and allowed a chuckle. That was both a blessing and a curse of living with Vinyl; the DJ’s sheer energy kept her always on the move, rarely stopping for anything or anyone unless she had to. It was a healthy contrast to the usual poise and control Octavia kept on herself from her years of growing up in a strict household. She just hoped that Vinyl wouldn’t do anything too intense, lest she arouse suspicion from the next door neighbors.

“Octavia?”

The voice made her face warm before she even turned to face him, an unbidden smile crossing her lips as she turned to the doorway and saw Copper standing there. He adopted a smile as well, and entered the kitchen to approach her. She was moving before she could stop herself, coming to a pause in front of him with Copper’s body but a half-step away. “I hope we’re not dragging you away from your family much?” she questioned.

“No, it’s fine. Dad’s got things pretty much handled, he was just doing some demonstrating,” he told her. “You know how dads can be in front of a grill; all show and flair.”

Octavia chuckled, nodding at his description before looking past Copper to see Vinyl enter in after him. “And just what did Vinyl say exactly? Something proper I hope?”

Vinyl stopped at the doorway and smiled. “Well, I had two ideas. The first was telling Copper here you were waiting in the bedroom for him, sweaty, naked and in need. But as nice an image as that was, you had his dad there. So I told him that the AC was playing up and we needed Copper as an extra hand.” She gave a two finger salute to the two of them. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, lovebirds?”

Octavia’s cheeks were radiant at Vinyl’s crude words, half-glaring at the retreating DJ’s form before turning back to Copper. He bore a similar shade on his face, before meeting her look. The pair were quiet for a moment before a soft laugh escaped Octavia’s lips, joined by Copper a moment later. Stepping closer, Octavia embraced the smaller youth, feeling him return the embrace as his hands came to rest at the small of her back. His head was cradled against her mounds, a position she enjoyed as he did too no doubt.

“It’s been far too long already, Copper. Can’t they go on another vacation?” Octavia asked, looking down past her impressive bosom to his face.

“I wish. I mean—well, you know what I mean,” he replied, giving a sheepish look up at her. “I’ve played it cool like you wanted, don’t worry. They don’t know anything.”

“Good. The last thing I’d want is them trying to protect you from the ‘hungry cougar’ next door,” Octavia replied. Seeing him up close and smiling again touched something in Octavia’s heart, a fluttering feeling that prompted her to lean down and catch Copper in a tender kiss. The contact against his lips was a refreshing touch, catching the youth off guard before he returned it after getting his wits back. The raven-haired musician was slow to pull back, savoring the brush of her lips against his. “Although...it might be a little more accurate than I’d admit outright.”

“Ehehe…” Copper looked to her, bashful after the loving kiss she’d given him. “I-I’m still...uh...I-I’ve not stopped thinking of you. Since that day, you know.”

“Oh?” Octavia hummed, bringing her fingers around his bare middle to caress his firm abdomen. “Have I been on your mind, my dear Copper?”

“...More than a little bit.” His admission made her grin widen, and her heart beat faster in sheer enjoyment from it. She still had him woven around her fingers, a position she found very fitting for them both. Sweat trickled down her back, a reminder of the heat, as she thought of what else she could get her fingers on. Her toes curled and flexed as she stared down at him.

“Well now...what can we do about that?” Octavia murmured, leaning closer into his hold. The small shift pressed her bosom up against his chin, leaving him only able to gaze up into her bright purple-hued eyes, lest his gaze fall into her covered cleavage. Why hadn’t she worn a different top? She could’ve had his lips on her cleavage so much easier if she’d had a top like Vinyl’s on…

“I’ve got an idea or two.”

Vinyl’s voice cutting in made the both of them jump, turning to see the blue-haired DJ clutching a cold water bottle against her neck as she leaned against the doorway. Octavia kept quiet as Vinyl approached the two, leaving the bottle against her bare skin where droplets of water had already been shed from it. They were sliding down her neck to the tops of her chest, vanishing into the cleavage of her breasts, an effect she realized caught Copper’s attention from the subtle jerk of his head to look away.

“Why don’t you two rendezvous at Club Aura this weekend? It’s one of my more popular venues. Plenty of room in there to relax and enjoy some time together, have a drink or two, maybe even dance. With all the people who go in and out, no one’s gonna be paying any attention to you two. Especially with me at the turntable.”

Octavia raised an eyebrow. “Since when do you DJ at Club Aura? I thought you said it was a little too stuffy for your tastes?”

“That’s because they kept wanting only classical music. Which there’s nothing wrong with!” Vinyl added at Octavia’s pout, “but it isn’t my usual scene. But I got curious. And I did some digging and found there’s some clever guys and gals out there who made something called ‘Electric Swing’. I gotta admit, it’s a cool genre, like a nice blend of you and me,” Vinyl explained.

“Hmm...I do admit, it’s been a little while since I’ve been to Aura,” Octavia admitted, looking to Copper beside her. “What do you think, Copper? Fancy a night out on the town with myself?”

“Of course!” he declared, making Octavia smirk when he caught himself and tried a more restrained answer. “I-I mean, yes. Definitely. I’d like that a lot, if you’d like it Octavia.”

“There we go. Boom. Date settled,” Vinyl declared, pointing her bottle of water at Copper. “Oh, if you don’t have any, get something kinda semi-dressy. Don’t go full tux, but don’t come knocking casual either. This place ain’t a spot for tennis shoes, you dig?”

Copper nodded, leaving Octavia to roll her eyes at Vinyl’s wording before looking out the window. “You’d best run on back to your family, lest they think we actually need help,” she remarked. “I’ll call you later to figure out the finer details.”

“Alright. Thanks, Ms. Vinyl.”

“Ap-bup. Vinyl only. I’m no miss,” Vinyl interrupted.

“Vinyl. And Octavia…” He trailed off, looking to the taller woman who watched him. Her eyes widened in slight surprise as he leaned up and pecked her on the cheek, departing quickly after to return to his family. The raven-haired musician raised a hand to her cheek, smiling at the gesture he’d given her.

“He’s a sweetheart. I like him already,” Vinyl commented, “Also, we need to call a repairman.”

“What? What for?”

“...I kinda broke the AC. Accidental-Accidentally, Tavi!” WHAP! “Ow!”






With the arrangements made on Wednesday, Octavia found herself dealing with a particular itch to reach Friday more than she’d anticipated. Of course, she could chalk it up as just eagerness for a night out on the town, but in her honesty, she knew the true appeal was getting to enjoy some quality time with Copper. The young man had grown on her more than she’d previously suspected: the few times they’d glimpsed one another either across the fence or from a window had made something tug at her heart. It was a yearning that was rooted in both memory of their steamy last encounter, and a desire to repeat it again. The sensation of earning another captivated look from Copper made Octavia’s cheeks warm more than once, something Vinyl was relentless in teasing her about whenever she caught her doing it.

It was these thoughts that had the raven-haired musician standing before her full-length mirror, inspecting her dress for the third time after putting it on. Being Friday, it’d been on her mind ever since she’d risen from sleep and the morning coffee had jolted her brain to life. How would tonight go? How did she want it to go? Would she want things to be slow and easy? All sorts of questions rolled back and forth in her mind until she settled on being honest with herself: she wanted to get and keep Copper’s attention. It wouldn’t be hard to do, she reasoned, but more than that was a desire to hook him in not just with her beauty, but with her own self.

Of course, with the current dress she had on, Copper might have a hard time making conversation. The silver-black dress was one meant for summer, leaving a great deal of her skin exposed. Her arms and sides were open to the air while her long curtain of black hair acted as a partial cover for her back. Her breasts, as massive and cloth-defying as ever, were kept in place only by thin straps that wove themselves over her nipples and areola enough to keep them hidden, but leave her still very much revealed from the side and front. It’d been Vinyl’s suggestion: “Work with what you got” she’d said. And this dress certainly adhered to that. A metal binding along her midriff helped keep the straps secure over her figure.

Further down, the dress parted at a high point, reaching the slope of her hip and leaving her smooth leg exposed down to the comfortable pair of heels she’d chosen to accompany the outfit. The other half was covered in the rest of the dress, a half and half deal that seemed to combine both class and seduction in one outfit. It almost made her wonder if the dress was a little too much for a ‘date’, but to see Copper’s reaction made her keep it on. The light touch of makeup and eyeshadow she’d applied added a sensual quality to her stare.

“Hey Tavi, I think your date’s coming over!” Vinyl’s call from the living room caught Octavia’s attention, and she turned her head to call back.

“I’m almost done! Just a minute!” she exclaimed. Giving a final look over at herself, Octavia nodded and left her room to enter the living room where Vinyl was waiting. The blue-haired DJ had gone with a provocative outfit of her own taste, one designed for dancing the night away. Vinyl was always one who preferred tight fitting clothing over loose dresses, wanting to make a show of her figure when she got into the groove of her music. The black skirt started at her middle and came down to mid-thigh, granting the DJ plenty of room to move as she wished while still looking fashionable. The red top she had on over it was sleeveless, her arms bare and her chest covered by red straps that stretched over her bosom and up to connect together behind her neck. She’d liked Octavia’s back-less idea, motivated by the warm temperature of the September evening.

“There you are-oh, damn!” Vinyl started before chuckling to herself. “Tavi, he’s not gonna have pants on by the time he sees you in that.”

“Oh hush. You’re one to talk, Miss Twerks-a-lot,” Octavia shot back. “I swear you wear those just for the sake of flashing anybody looking your way.”

“Yeah, and?” Vinyl taunted, smiling at the string musician. “At least I’ll be able to dance. One hefty jump from you, and pop goes the twins!”

Octavia pouted, but the two’s back and forth ceased when the doorbell rang. The chime rushed Octavia’s brief anxiety back to the forefront, but she steeled herself and moved to the door, Vinyl following behind her. No doubt she wanted to see Copper’s reaction to her attire. The raven-haired woman looked over her shoulder at Vinyl’s eager grin. “Not a word,” she intoned before opening the door.

The door swung open to reveal Copper waiting on the doorstep, his eyes cast at the ground before they rose up at Octavia’s appearance. The younger man had took Vinyl’s advice and done well with what he’d been given. His dark navy jeans were smooth and looked new, a brown belt around his waist for a small touch of class. A matching button up blue shirt of a similar shade complimented his upper half, topped off with a light brown jacket that suited him in Octavia’s eyes. The pocket on the front of his jacket had a small red handkerchief peeking from it, a small touch of color to mix with the darker hues. His hair had been combed and styled, leaving Octavia to blush at how mature he made himself look.

Copper had opened his mouth to greet her, but his jaw had slipped to leave him gaping at Octavia’s appearance. Drawing herself from her close inspection of Copper’s attire, she beamed at his intense stare at her choice of nightwear, and took in a deep breath to make her breasts stand out a little further. His eyes immediately moved to the twin globes before he snapped his gaze back up to her face. The guilty smile told her plenty of his opinion.

“Nice job, Copper! You look real spiffy now,” Vinyl commented from Octavia’s side, coming into view from the doorway as well. “I’d say we’re all ready to head over to Club Aura and make tonight a heck of a night. Just be ready, Copper. You’ll have two swingin’, bangin’ beauties on your arms. You might get a few jealous looks.”

“N-no kidding! You two look amazing!” he declared, making Octavia giggle before he composed himself. “Sorry, just...wow. You really look great, Octavia. You’re beautiful!”

“Thank you. Now, let’s head on over to Aura, shall we?” she said, holding out her arm. Copper got the hint and wove his own arm around hers before pausing as Vinyl claimed his other arm for herself. Wedged between the two radiant women, Copper kept pace with them as they made for the venue. Fortunate for the three, it was located within walking distance of their homes, saving them the cost of paying for a cab to get there. With the guide of Vinyl’s directions, the three could walk at ease while under the line of telephone pole lights that lit the sidewalk.

“So Copper, Tavi here was telling me you were thinking of keeping to school around here. Anything particular in mind?” Vinyl questioned.

“Well, for the most part, I’m still figuring things out. I know I need some type of career plan in mind, and I’ve got ideas. It’s a little stressful though,” he told her.

“I can get behind that. Me and Tavi here had ourselves a bitch of a time getting our lives lined out,” Vinyl replied. “I wasn’t the best DJ in the country straight off, and Octavia didn’t exactly have first chair right away either.”

“As much as I’d say otherwise, she’s right,” Octavia added in. “It always takes time to figure things out. Especially finding the way you want to live and being happy for yourself. But don’t worry, Copper. You’ve got plenty of time.” Her reassurance made him smile at her, the fluttering in her heart returning.

“Thank you, Octavia. I don’t know if I’ll be as amazing as you ladies are, but I can do my best. That’s what counts most, right?”

Octavia nodded before looking over at Vinyl, who was laughing. “Ladies. Oh, man. I haven’t been called a lady in ages. Tavi gets that more often; I’m more of a...uh…” she trailed off at Octavia’s disapproving stare, “...words that can’t be uttered in polite company?”

The raven-haired woman just snorted to herself. “A little class never hurt anybody, Vinyl. Isn’t that right, Copper?” she asked, making him pause to think. A brief glance up and down Octavia’s form, then Vinyl’s, prompted him to answer her.

“Well, class is always nice. But, it’s also important to be yourself. There’s no point in pretending to be somebody you’re not. That’s...kinda why I like you so much.” This earned the two women’s curiosity, prompting Copper to continue. “You two are so genuine around each other and to me. Even before me and Octavia, uh, got closer. I always admired that. You both always look to be having the time of your lives, just being you. I’d never ask you to change.”

Vinyl gave a warm smile at Copper, as did Octavia from his praising words. “Copper, you keep that up, and Octavia’s gonna have to share a dance or two. Maybe later tonight, huh?” she teased, grinning at his flushed expression. “Give you a chance to see a real woman work the dance floor.”

“If by work it, you mean knock him off his feet with your behind…” Octavia said, trailing off as Vinyl only turned her gaze to the busty musician.

“Says Miss Mountains. But Copper wouldn’t object to seeing those huge tracts of land bounce around, now would he?”

Copper’s silence made them both look at the youth, whose cheeks had colored at their teasing shots at one another. Feeling both of them stare at him, he cleared his throat.

“Pleading the fifth. Pleading it and keeping the fifth.”

Vinyl laughed aloud, and Octavia did as well, easing the air around them as they approached Club Aura. The building itself was more modern than the aged architecture of Ponyville’s older businesses that surrounded it. Club Aura’s most defining piece was the large glass stone, cut into the shape of a martini glass, with neon blue and yellow lights surrounding the stone to mimic a magic aura around it. Being the early part of the evening, there wasn’t much of a line to get inside the establishment, not that the trio needed to bother with it. All Vinyl had to do was greet the bouncer, a buff and tall grey-suited man named Boulder Smash, and they were allowed inside with no fuss at all.

The inside was a stark contrast to the calm, quiet evening outside. The building’s interior was uniquely designed with two levels: the first floor had a wide layout where people could sit and lounge to enjoy their drinks. One side had several tables with black bar stools, four to a table, aligned in a loose wide half circle surrounding an open platform, one Octavia thought could be for dancing or just for waiting in an open space. The bar was to the right, well-stocked with bottles lining the wall and with cushioned seats from one end of the bar to the other. The room was lit not by ceiling lights, but rather by the furniture itself, as red, white, and pale green light emanated from each fixture in a dull glow that afforded vision for everyone inside.

Above them, the second level of the building could be easily seen from the see-through glass above their heads. It wasn’t sheer enough to make out the finer details of the people already upstairs and dancing to the dulled thump-thump of the music playing throughout the building, but one could easily count the various bodies turning and shaking as they danced. Octavia wondered how exactly it was that the noise from above didn’t overwhelm the floor below, but got her answer when she saw small pulses of magic run along the glass of the second floor. Magical sound-dampening material was a little pricey to have, but it served its job.

“Alright you two,” Vinyl’s voice brought the Octavia’s attention back to her best friend, “I need to get on upstairs and set up for my turn at the turntable. You two are on my bill list, so order whatever you want. Just don’t go drinking each other under the table; there’s better places to go down.” The wag of her eyebrows over her shades made Octavia scoff and shake her head, causing the DJ to chuckle before turning her attention to Copper.

“Maybe you can get her upstairs to dance for a couple songs, Copper? If she’s not too stiff about it,” she suggested, giving him a light pat on the shoulder before leaving the two be. Vinyl was already swaying to the beat of her own drum, the tight black skirt she had on bringing out the swing of her hips as she walked. Octavia watched her go before looking to Copper, who met her gaze and just smiled.

“Well, here we are,” he said. Octavia could read him well enough; his shoulders looked a little tense, despite the relaxed atmosphere of the bar itself. Bringing a hand up to his shoulder, Octavia leaned in to make sure he could hear her.

“This isn’t making you uncomfortable, is it?” she questioned. “Being here with me?”

“What? No, no!” he replied, bringing a hand up and waving it. “It’s more just...well, I’ve never been in a club before. This is new. It’s cool though, don’t get me wrong.”

Octavia nodded. She had much of the same reaction herself the first time she entered one of these establishments with Vinyl at the DJ’s invitation. “It takes a little getting used to. But don’t worry about it. Just try to relax.” At her words, he seemed to loosen a little, making her smile before leaning in to plant a soft kiss on his cheek, bringing about a crimson shade that stood out even amidst the colors of the bar playing over them both. “No one knows us here. So let’s enjoy it, hm?” Octavia raised her hand up and gave her long hair a toss behind her, making her bosom bounce in reaction to her motions. She caught Copper looking before he righted his gaze up to her face again.

“Always with you,” he said aloud, making her raise an eyebrow and gesture for him to elaborate better, “I-I mean, I always enjoy time with you. We could’ve just gone to the park and I’d be just as happy, if its you with me.”

Octavia’s lips spread into a wide smile and she led her date to the bar counter where they settled in next to one another. Their height difference showed as his head came up to her shoulder, but Octavia only found it fitting for him. Resting one hand on the bar, her other found his beside him beneath the bar, squeezing it gently. Copper gave a slight start before grinning at her and squeezing back, Octavia smiling in turn. The bartender approached, bringing their attention forward.

“What’ll it be?” the blonde female bartender questioned. “We’ve got a fresh surplus from Canterlot if you’re looking for something rich, or if you want a kick, a few bourbons from the West?”

“Let me try the house martini, please,” Octavia requested, looking to Copper. He appeared to think for a moment before answering.

“A water for right now; I’m not much of a drinker,” he said, earning a nod from the bartender who went to fix their desired drinks. He turned to Octavia once the bartender walked away. “I’ve really not ever drank anything before.”

“Really? Never made a leap for the adult beverages you couldn’t have until you turned 18?” Octavia questioned. “Isn’t that one of the big highlights of being legal?”

“Sure, if you find a taste for it,” Copper answered her, “but I can’t say my classmates exactly had a taste for good alcohol. And watching them make fools of themselves while plastered doesn’t exactly motivate me to try either.”

Octavia giggled at his answer. “True. It does take a bit of trial and error to find that particular flavor you can enjoy. Hmm?” Octavia turned to look as the bartender arrived with their drinks: a simple iced water for Copper and for Octavia, a martini glass filled with a pale yellow drink with the lemon slice on the side of it, dipped into the drink.

“One water and one Banana Split Martini. Enjoy!” the bartender declared before moving down the line to her other waiting customers. Octavia plucked up the drink and took a brief sip from it. The rich taste of banana greeted her along with the simmering taste of chocolate mixed within the drink as well. She hummed her approval and turned to Copper beside her.

“Here. This is something simple and easy. Try one sip, for me,” Octavia offered him. “If you don’t like it, I won’t press you on it. But this type is easy to take in instead of straight shots of vodka.”

“Yeah, no burning my throat please. I like talking,” he replied before accepting the glass from Octavia’s hand, fingers brushing hers as he took hold of it. Looking to her, she gave an encouraging nod before watching as he took a sip from the sweet drink. His eyes lit up and he withdrew, looking surprised at what he’d tasted. “Wow!”

“See?” Octavia said, taking the drink back from him. “It’s the creative ones that you can really enjoy. Like for instance…”

From there, the two settled into a relaxed conversation over their drinks, with Copper braving having a drink like Octavia’s to try out for himself. The addition of the alcohol to their systems made them both more relaxed, and the topics drifted to and fro while they just relished being out with one another. Octavia found her gaze often settling on Copper’s lips as much as his bright-looking eyes, the tickle in the back of her mind reminding her of just what those lips could do for her later on if things went the right way. It sent a tingle through her form, her loosening imagination encouraged by the liquid alcohol she drank in.

Two glasses later for the musician had her laughing with Copper as Octavia recanted a tale from her younger years with Vinyl. “A-and so —no really, this happened! — so Vinyl gets the genius idea of hiding her science failure in the teacher’s desk. Great idea, I know.”

“Yeah?” Copper prodded. “Wait, you said she kept her desk full of bottled chemicals too, didn’t you?”

“Yes!” Octavia exclaimed, sitting up in her seat and making her bosom bounce in tandem with her motions as she continued. “So Vinyl does this, and I’m half panicking because I know we’re doomed. But when the professor arrived, she only stuck her key in the drawer lock before it suddenly blew off, and her desk collapsed in a pile of rubbish. The look on her face was just, oh, gods. It was too rich.” She laughed. The woman found herself leaning against Copper for slight support, something he was glad to do as he let her occupy his shoulder. Resting there, Octavia smiled to herself. This was turning out to be a grand evening so far.

“I can’t believe you two got away with it. If my friends had done that, they’d have been found out right away I’d bet,” Copper replied. His words came out a little slow, an effect of the alcohol in his body, but he wasn’t slurring. They’d agreed to keep things on a light limit, to make sure no one got sick or overly drunk. Octavia inhaled, breathing in the scent of his cologne, its richness pervading her senses and making her hum as she rested a hand on his thigh.

“Oh, Copper. I’ve blown off more than desk drawers before. But maybe something else can blow later?” The teasing question made the younger man blush, and Octavia grinned as she felt his leg twitch beneath her bare hand. “They’re a bit harder, but I’m sure I could work something up?”

“O-Octavia…” he mumbled, his uncertainty leaving him in an adorable state that only made Octavia’s desire flare up further.

“Yes, Copper?” Octavia murmured. She watched his gaze slip to her pink tongue licking her full, purple-tinted lips before they rose to her eyes again. His leg twitched again, making her give it a light squeeze.

“...You’re beautiful, you know that?”

The compliment made Octavia smile wider. She laughed suddenly, breaking the tension as she pulled her head back to regard him. “Oh, Copper. It’s so fun seeing you get worked up!” she commented before looking away and up at the dance floor above their heads. Since Vinyl took over, the thumping from upstairs had grown more noticeable with every few minutes passing. If anything, the sound muffling magic seemed to have been increased some to compensate for the louder sounds within.

“I wonder how Vinyl’s doing up there?” Octavia said aloud, lowering her gaze to look to Copper again. The lights of the bar played against his fair complexion, leaving her to admire his handsome features for a moment before he spoke up, meeting her gaze.

“Why don’t we go find out?” he offered.

“Is that an offer to dance, Copper?” she asked back, tilting her head. Her long black locks fell over her shoulder as she regarded him. “I’m usually not one to try and dance to Vinyl’s beat. She’s always a bit too… zany, for me.”

“Hey, I’m no dance floor master either. But I’m not gonna lie, I’d love to dance with you,” he told her. “She did say it was different music this time, not her usual stuff, right? Maybe we can try a song or two, and go from there?”

Octavia considered this for a brief moment. The night was going grand so far; a little dancing wouldn’t be impossible to do. Copper’s hand reached for hers, making her look to him again as he gave it a squeeze.

“Let’s give it a try. Together. And if we don’t like it, we can come right back down, or go home even if you feel like it,” he offered her.

“... Alright,” Octavia relented, standing from her seat as Copper did, but she didn’t release his hand from her grip on him. “But only if you dance with me. I only want to dance if it’s with you.”

“There’s no one else I want to be with,” he told her, the straightforward assurance bringing color to her cheeks. She could hear the honesty in his tone, and it made her lean forward and kiss him square on the lips before she could stop herself. He didn’t resist, returning her kiss as she relished the unique taste of his own lips mixed with the touch of the sweet martini they’d shared together. Pulling back, they stayed hand in hand as they made for the stairs.

Stepping onto the floor where Vinyl was DJ-ing, it was a shift in both sound and atmosphere that greeted them. The steady pulse of the bass from her music continued to play through the level, echoing in Octavia’s form as much as Copper beside her. The lighting was a little dimmer up on this level, with only the lights of the DJ booth and a few carefully placed lamps offering vision for the dance floor. It wasn’t overly crowded with people yet, even with Vinyl at the helm. It was something Octavia felt a little grateful for, bringing Copper with her as she led him to a corner for themselves.

Only once they got there did Octavia pause: how does one just fall into the rhythm of dancing? Ballroom dancing and formal events had cues, prompts when to dance with a partner. This was without such rules and ideas, and it left her feeling a touch exposed in front of Copper. Before she could voice her concerns, though, Copper stepped forward and brought her into an embrace. Granted, she could admit the gesture would be more effective were he her height, but with the feeling of his head against the top of her chest, she still felt a comfort that eased the tension that had tugged at her mind.

“Let’s just feel out the beat, Octavia. Don’t look at the rest of them,” Copper encouraged her, looking up at the busty woman with a smile. “It’s just us, and that’s all it has to be.”

“Yes… you’re right,” Octavia replied, giving a nod of her head before listening as the music of the dance floor seemed to change, the beginnings of a new song starting up around them. Octavia kept her eyes on Copper’s green own,and let her foot begin to tap to the steady rhythm pulsing around them. Copper brought his hands down from her back to her hips, letting her feel his grip while she rested her hands on his shoulders. With him there, she felt more encouraged under his gaze. He looked enraptured, watching her even in that moment of uncertainty. It made her want to act.

She wanted to keep that look on her.

Swaying left and right, Octavia let her legs and hips do the moving, keeping close to Copper as she found an easy rhythm in moving in tandem with the beat. Her hands moved, resting at the back of his shoulders and then between them, pressing her chest up against him. It was a slow grind at first, but she worked herself up into a shaking, bouncing rhythm that made her assets sway as much as her own self was. Copper looked to be totally fixated on her, further fueling Octavia’s courage. Before long, she forgot the other people around them, and found herself thinking only of how to keep him fixed on her. Copper got into the groove soon enough as well, mimicking Octavia’s motions but with more of an emphasis on trying to respond to her efforts.

Neither knew what they were really doing, and yet, they savored that connection. It was a constantly communicated idea, the understanding shared every time their eyes met and held the other’s gaze. They didn’t need to know a routine, or have fancy flashy moves; if they could be with each other, then they were happy. Vinyl’s music kept on pulsing around them as they worked to their own beat, rubbing against one another and enjoying seeing the other move. Even as another song began to play, the two carried on, only slowing or moving faster if they felt the urge to.

“Mind if I cut in?” Vinyl’s voice was a little hard to hear over the music above them, but Octavia snapped from her focus on Copper to see Vinyl beside her, grinning at the two. “You look like you’re having fun!”

“Vinyl! Aren’t you supposed to be at the booth?” Octavia questioned. She looked at said booth, finding it empty for the time being before looking back as Vinyl moved to stand in front of Copper.

“Hey, a girl’s gotta be allowed to dance to her own music. I just set it to auto-queue for a bit. I saw you two having fun and thought I’d hop in,” Vinyl explained before leaning back against Copper suddenly, making him catch her by embracing her around her middle while the blue-haired DJ pressed her wide rear against his lap. “Doin’ the bump and grind can be more fun with three than just two, you know!”

Octavia watched as Vinyl went to work, the DJ dancing a steady, rhythmic motion of bouncing and shaking her rear that she saw made Copper’s eyes fall to it as it  grinded against his front. Vinyl caught on to this and smirked at Octavia as she looked on.

‘Oh Tartarus no is that blue-haired minx challenging me!’ Octavia thought to herself before moving, taking up position behind Copper while he was distracted. She wasn’t sure if Vinyl’s appearance on the floor had garnered attention much or not on them, especially with her dancing on Copper much like she’d been wanting to, but Octavia wasn’t going to stand being outdone that easily. Being behind Copper, Octavia soon found a working rhythm again, only this time, her hand found purchase in bringing Copper’s head against her cleavage, letting his head rest there as she grinded against him to mimic Vinyl’s actions if only from behind. While she didn’t have quite the rear asset to use on him, she had more than plenty of bosom to entice him with, giving a shake of her chest that made her barely covered tits bounce against Copper’s face. He was left flushed from the dual contact of the pair of women on him, but did his best to go along for the ride.

“That’s it, Tavi!” Vinyl cheered, leaning back against Copper and hooking an arm around his neck for balance. Her free hand took on a blue glowing aura, and the music grew a little louder before she continued talking. “Now, let’s really get this show going!”






The front door of Octavia’s home swung open, allowing all three of them to enter the quiet house before Copper closed the door behind them. Once Vinyl had joined the two on the dance floor, things had progressed into almost a competition between Vinyl and Octavia of who could capture Copper’s attention better through their dancing. Though Octavia was loathe to admit it, Vinyl did have more experience with the dance floor than she did. To Copper’s credit though, even with the distractions from the DJ occupying him, he still kept a focus on her and gave her his attention, something she found herself relishing as the night wore on.

“Whoo!” Vinyl exclaimed once they were inside, raising her arms up to stretch after extracting herself from Copper’s left side. The younger man had opted to make sure to get them both home safely, letting them lean on him for support in their inebriated states. Octavia hadn’t really needed it, nor Vinyl, but both had taken the offer. The raven-haired musician couldn’t help the tingle that crossed her figure when she felt Copper’s hand at her hip. “Alright. Now, that? That was a night out. I’m so glad you two came with me.”

“Well, it was your idea in the first place,” Octavia answered, brushing a strand of her hair back out of her face. “But I must admit, that was entertaining. I might pass on the more crowded ventures, however.”

Copper just nodded, rubbing the back of his head. “I had a lot of fun too. First time ever really going to a nightclub or anything ever.” He turned his attention to Octavia, who met his gaze and smiled. The warm feeling returned to her, a sensation that had frequented her all that night every time she felt his stare on her. There was something in it that enchanted the woman, leaving her to stare back at him. “Thank you for tonight.”

“I’m gonna go grab some water. All that alcohol can dry a girl out,” Vinyl said, Octavia sparing her a look before the DJ exited the room. There was still a small shimmy to her steps, as if she were still dancing to the music from the dance floor, making her rump bounce in tandem with her movements. When she was gone, Copper released a sigh and shook his head.

“I don’t know how you manage it, Octavia. A girl like Vinyl would leave me ragged by the time she stopped—mm!”

Octavia hadn’t given time to think of answering him verbally; much more to her preference right then, fueled by alcoholic courage and her desire that had persisted through the evening, she closed the distance between them with a passionate kiss that cut him off. The feeling of his lips against hers wakened her hunger further for the young man, prompting her to tug and guide him to the nearest furniture piece to get him to sit down. He offered no resistance, only stumbling to stay upright until he fell back into the lounge chair, bringing Octavia with him right into his lap. Her dress gave her space to straddle him, pressing her bountiful chest against him while still claiming his lips.

“Mmm...mmf!” Octavia moaned into his mouth, savoring the taste of him and even the slight sweet remainder of their shared drink that clung to his lips. It was an additional topping to the delectable treat he was to her, making her hunger for him even more. Raising up from him, she watched as he peered up, cheeks red from her aggressive kissing, keeping quiet under her hungry stare. Octavia licked her own lips before speaking. “I’ve been patient enough. Don’t you think, Copper?”

“S-sure?” he offered her. The answer prompted Octavia to let her dress’ flimsy straps finally slide off from her bosom, leaving her girls unobstructed as Copper looked on. The dress pooled at her waist, her upper half now bare and revealing the curvy, mature woman’s figure in plain view. The massive mounds gave a bounce as Octavia reached up and groped them, scooting closer towards Copper.

“I want you, Copper. I need… I need more of you. One taste won’t do, no no no,” she told him, watching as his gaze fell to the full breasts before his face, “I want much much more. No more waiting. No more wishing.” Octavia’s lustful tone made Copper nod, bringing his hands up to caress her hips and keep her steady atop him.

“W-what about Vinyl?” he asked. “She’s still up and… won’t she hear?”

“Let her,” Octavia murmured, leaning in to capture his lips in another searing kiss, releasing one of her breasts to hold onto Copper’s cheek while the other toyed with her nipple, teasing the sensitive bud between her nimble fingers and making her groan into his mouth. She pulled back to let him breathe again. “That little minx danced on you all night like she’s got a claim on you.” Octavia’s hungry gaze peered into Copper’s green eyes as she continued. “What she doesn’t get is that you’re mine. All mine. Aren’t you Copper?”

“Yes, Octavia. I’m...I’m yours,” he agreed, nodding at her words. Octavia grinned at his acceptance.

“Good. Now, come here. Momma wants more sugar,” she said before pushing him against the back of the chair to kiss him deeper, invading his mouth with her tongue and catching him by surprise. The nimble muscle worked around his waiting tongue with ease, the younger man welcoming her with a soft groan of his own emanating from deep within his throat. His hands at her hips squeezed, fingers digging through the thin cover of the dress to grope at her wide figure. She showed her approval with a swipe of her tongue over the roof of his mouth, swirling her tongue around his as the only other sounds that came from them were the wet slips of their lips as they moved.

It was the sudden grope of her tits that made Octavia pause, especially with the awareness that Copper hadn’t let go of her hips yet. Breaking free of the kiss, saliva wet on the corner of her lips, Octavia looked behind her and saw a shirtless Vinyl looking back at her, grinning wickedly as she gave a firm squeeze of her breasts that made her moan in surprise. “V-Vinyl! What-?”

“I already missed one merry-go-round ride last time. Don’t be so greedy, Tavi,” Vinyl said. “Don’t you think you can share a little fun with me?”

“V-Vinyl, that’s...w-wait!” she tried to stop the blue-haired woman but couldn’t before the DJ had grabbed for her nipples and gave them a playful tug, making her trail into a groan while Copper looked on. “B-but Copper and me…”

“I’m sure Copper won’t mind two hot gals like us getting it on in front of him. Or did you not tell him yet about our own little romps?” Vinyl questioned. Octavia’s cheeks burned at the mention of her and Vinyl’s shenanigans, times where a mixture of alcohol, horniness, and a dash of a need for companionship drove the two into the same bed together. “Oh-ho, you naughty girl you! Don’t worry, I’m not trying to take your boy-toy here from you. All I want,” Vinyl insisted, bringing herself up to kiss Octavia’s neck, “is a piece of the action. Either from you or Copper.”

Octavia was left with her mind wheeling for what to respond with. Part of her knew that she wanted time with just Copper, to savor his affections as much as lay claim to him like before. But another voice, one tinged with liquid courage and memories of those past shenanigans with the DJ, said to welcome the offer and make the night truly memorable. The raven-haired musician looked to Copper, the youth watching all this with surprising focus despite all three of their tipsy states.

“Copper? Is this...ok?” Octavia questioned. 

Copper looked to weigh his options for a moment before nodding at Octavia. “If you’re good with it, then I’m good with it. Besides… extra hands are always nice, right?”

Vinyl’s smile widened as she gave Octavia’s bare tits another grope. “Oh, I knew I had a good feeling about you, Copper. Let’s share those good vibes, huh?” Vinyl’s urging got Octavia to look back to her blue-haired roommate, who brought a hand up from her breast to caress her cheek instead. “Let’s give Copper something to watch.”

Before Octavia could really answer, Vinyl had planted her lips on hers in a deep kiss that tasted of her lip balm and alcohol she’d had that evening. It made for an interesting blend, and Octavia let herself fall into the sensation as she leaned back against her fellow playmate, leaving Copper to look on as the two made out. This was always Vinyl’s way of doing things: she loved adding a spark to any sort of action going on, and though Octavia might’ve been one to critique her methods often, she didn’t resist going with the DJ’s flow.

Vinyl rose up and the DJ joined her fellow musician in Copper’s lap, each of them taking up a thigh for themselves to rest on. Octavia opened one eye to look at Copper, but her slight worry was for nothing as their onlooker was only entranced by the erotic display of the two having fun. Feeling Vinyl break off, Octavia looked back to her and saw her smiling.

“These clothes are in the way. How’s Copper gonna enjoy anything like this?” With a snap of the DJ’s fingers, a blue aura surrounded the trio’s clothing before they were all suddenly naked, their clothes strewn away for the time being. The change left Octavia to deal with the feeling of her suddenly exposed pussy grinding up against Copper’s thigh, a sensation that left her shivering like her counterpart experiencing the same feeling across from her. “Oh, yeah. C’mere, Tavi,” she urged, catching the woman by her cheeks again and kissing her once more. This time Octavia was ready, returning the kiss while her hands came to rest on Vinyl’s sizeable hips. The squeeze she gave her made the DJ chuckle into her mouth before a slippery tongue invaded her maw.

A warmth continued to coil and rise within Octavia as she worked to kiss Vinyl back, harkening back to the days of experimenting and spurts of desire that the two often shared towards one another. They weren’t too often, as both could find their satisfaction in others just as much as their roommate. But there was a raw appeal in the DJ that Octavia found hard to resist, making her lick back at the DJ’s wandering, wet tongue that was caressing her own. She was softer than Copper’s, but more experienced, lashing and twirling about hers as they worked each other up. Vinyl’s hands drifted from her cheeks to her neck and hair, petting both in a slow manner that comforted as much as invited more from the string musician.

The second feeling of a hand at her midriff gave her pause though, making Octavia break off and look down, as did Vinyl once she’d licked her lips of their shared saliva. The guilty culprit being Copper, the youth paused his rubbing hands on either of their bellies and gave a sheepish grin. “I-I thought… uh… I could help out while you two… enjoy yourselves,” he explained.

“Hey, I’m not stopping you,” Vinyl assured him, making Octavia nod in agreement. Reassured, Octavia couldn’t help a shiver as his fingers danced down her middle towards her groin, fingertips brushing her trimmed bush to caress her dampening folds. Vinyl gave a small titter of a laugh as Copper approached the same area on her. Although she was clean shaven unlike Octavia, Vinyl’s nethers were far more wet than she was at that moment. The DJ pounced upon Octavia again, but aimed for a different target altogether as her lips clamped onto Octavia’s breast. The raven-haired woman moaned as Vinyl’s teeth grazed against her bare nipple, latching onto her as she suckled at the tender flesh.

As if that wasn’t enough, the sudden penetration of Copper’s fingers made Octavia’s voice raise from a moan to a higher pitch as both pleasures assaulted her, causing her to arch her back and push her breast deeper into Vinyl’s face. The DJ welcomed it, hands coming up to grope and squeeze at her impressive titflesh while she licked and sucked at her nipples. Soft moans were coming from Vinyl too as Copper worked her pussy with his fingers, the wet shclicks audible amidst their moans. He kept a steady pace for them, allowing both women to enjoy the ride as they shook and rocked in his lap.

The efforts of both Vinyl and Copper were taking their toll on Octavia’s resistance to an early climax. On her own, she could keep it at bay to ride out the sexual ecstasy of her partner plenty, but with both of them on her it cut that time in half. She wiggled her hips, trying to get more from Copper’s fingers as they wriggled within her while reaching for Vinyl’s head to push her harder against her breasts. Getting the message, Vinyl paused for only a second to press her other tit towards her before opening her lips wide to clamp onto both of her nipples in a hungry motion that left the busty woman to squeal and throw her head back.

“Yes! Yes! Oh, my stars! M-more! Please more!” Octavia cried out. Both Vinyl and Copper stepped up to the task, Vinyl’s suckling growing in intensity while Copper added a third finger to his efforts. The rapid rhythm he took up made Octavia gasp for air, her heat rising with her pleasure from the duo’s actions. “Oh, shit. Shit! I can’t… I-I can’t!” Octavia couldn’t finish her words before her climax suddenly exploded from within her, a scream leaving her throat as bolts of electric ecstasy rocked her form. She clenched hard around both Vinyl’s head with her hands as well as her thighs around Copper’s hand, entrapping both in her orgasmic grasp as she felt her juices splash out of her pussy and onto Copper’s fingers. By the time she came down from the dizzying orgasm she could feel the sweat trailing down her back and neck from the heat she’d worked up.

“Never underestimate teamwork,” Vinyl chimed across from Octavia, giving a soft groan as Copper’s fingers removed themselves from her wet nethers. “You played her better than she does her own instruments, Copper. Not bad.”

Copper didn’t give a vocal reply to the comment, not that he wouldn’t; rather, it was Octavia’s doing that kept him muffled as she leaned over and claimed him in a passionate kiss, letting her savor the rougher texture of his lips on hers. Hearing Copper give a groan into the kiss, the raven-haired woman thought she must’ve bumped him somehow, only to look down and see the culprit being Vinyl with her hand around his twitching cock. She was stroking it with a firm grip, looking like she’d found a new favorite snack from the way she licked her lips.

“So this is the cock I felt on the dance floor earlier. Nice.”

Octavia pouted and scooted down to kneel on the floor by Copper’s leg, head level with the thick member aching for more attention. “Hey! Don’t go hogging him!” Octavia protested, reaching up to caress the lower half of his shaft for herself while Vinyl had the upper half. Copper gave a grunt from the unexpected grip, but didn’t stop her. Vinyl only smirked at her roommate’s possessiveness.

“Aww, come on, Tavi! I bet we can share this big sausage between the two of us,” Vinyl replied. “If I had tits as big as yours, we could sandwich him easy.”

“Well, what would you suggest?” Octavia questioned.

“Easy. We give him the ol’ double BJ remix,” Vinyl answered, shifting off from Copper’s now soaked thigh to mirror Octavia’s posture beside her. “Think you’d like a crack at the south? Or is Tavi hungry for some cream?”

Octavia eyed Copper’s member and felt her earlier desires return to her. His swollen tip was begging for a pair of lips to wrap around it and the busty woman found herself salivating at getting a taste of him again. Then again, as her eyes drifted further south, the delectable looking balls dangling beneath his twitching cock were just as desirable, looking full and waiting for her attentions. Her hand came up from her leg to squeeze at her breast, her own impatience getting to her.

“I-I can share him. Why don’t you take the top, and I’ll… have the bottom?” Octavia offered the DJ. Vinyl grinned at the idea.

“Always knew you were a dirty girl, Tavi. But that’s perfect for me. I get to have some dessert to myself.” With little more preamble needed, Vinyl leaned forward and started licking at the cockhead that was pointed at the ceiling, evoking a shudder out of Copper as he spread his legs further apart to give the women more access. Vinyl took charge, lips following her tongue to caress and lavish the sensitive tip with attention as she got her first taste of his member. Octavia let herself watch the DJ work at his cock until she saw his balls twitch at the base of his shaft, prompting her to move in.

It was like returning to a familiar pleasure when she nuzzled her face into his groin, the heat of his member welcome against her cheek as she took a deep breath in of his masculine scent, fresh and with a tinge of sweat from their earlier heated efforts. Planting her lips against his base, the taste of his cock evoked a shock of pleasure within her core that set off her desires, pushing her to nuzzle and lick her way down to the orbs waiting below. Claiming one in her maw, she was more than happy to suckle on him while Vinyl was working his upper half.

A glance above told her the DJ was keeping busy: Vinyl’s blue mop of hair was bobbing in a steady rhythm as she glided up and down his cock, lips tight and sucking with a wet slurp on every pass. The pinkish-red eyes that lay behind the musician’s glasses were fixated on watching Copper’s reactions as he groaned aloud from both of their efforts. The noises only fueled both of their actions, Octavia lavishing his ball in her mouth with her tongue while Vinyl’s head moved faster. She suddenly popped off of the tip, her hand stroking in place of what her lips and tongue had been doing before her other free hand suddenly glowed to life.

Octavia couldn’t see what she was doing for sure from her vantage, but let the DJ carry on as she worshipped Copper’s balls with more fervor. If there was one thing that could arouse her to no end, it was the knowledge of how her actions drove the man beneath her lips wild. She released his wet, spit-soaked ball to tend to its brother, giving off small sighs of contentment as a fresh taste of him washed over her tongue. The sudden noise of a vibrator coming to life made her pause, only to turn her gaze up again when she heard Vinyl give a squeal of pleasure.

“Oh yeah. Oh, baby, right there!” Vinyl exclaimed. Reasoning that the DJ had conjured one of her toys to herself, Octavia let the blue-haired woman work herself up faster now with the aid of her vibrator within her pussy. The busty musician knew Vinyl always loved being overwhelmed when she got herself worked up enough. Riding her favorite vibrator while having a cock in her maw was just the ticket for her from the sounds she was making. Her glasses were becoming askew on her face, the affectionate look in her eyes showing as she continued slurping on Copper’s cock. Feeling him pulsing against her cheek brought her back to her own actions as Copper gasped for air.

Coming off of his balls, the wet flesh slapping lightly against his bare skin, Octavia licked her way up the shaft to just about where Vinyl had reached midway. A stray thought of mischief suddenly struck the busty woman and stuck to her horny mind. Lifting herself up off of Copper, Octavia let Vinyl continue to work herself up and down his stiff cock, glancing at Copper’s pleasure-stricken face before speaking to Vinyl.

“You call me the dirty girl, but look at you moaning like a whore on his cock,” Octavia taunted Vinyl, getting the DJ’s attention for a moment as she slowed down her motions to try and listen. “Show some real effort, Vinyl. I’m sure he’d love to see you really try.”

With that, Octavia ran her fingers through Vinyl’s blue locks and applied a steady force of pressure to move her further down Copper’s length. The DJ made a startled noise, but did not choke or even stop sucking: from the wet sounds her lips made and the heavier moans coming from her throat, Vinyl was relishing the rough treatment. Stepping it up even further, Octavia kept her head down, allowing her to bob near the base while she reached down to find her roommate’s clit pulsing with need above her pussy. She knew she’d found it when Vinyl’s eyes shot open wider, an exclaim of ecstasy lost between the cock in her throat and the wet sounds her mouth made around him.

The display was too much for Copper; as Octavia continued to tease and play with Vinyl’s clit, egging her to climax, Copper was already surging towards it, his hips rocking up and pushing the last inch of himself into her throat. Vinyl’s face came to rest against Copper’s groin and she gave a deep moan of orgasm herself. Octavia could feel her juices splashing onto her fingers, leaving her clit alone to instead tease her further by giving the vibrator still sticking out of her pussy a light shake. Vinyl didn’t withdraw for a moment, though: to the woman’s credit, she drank down Copper’s orgasm as it fired into her gullet and down into her belly. It made Octavia a little envious that she didn’t get to have a taste yet.

But the night was still young, after all.

Releasing her grip from the back of Vinyl’s head, Octavia watched as the DJ dragged herself up off his length and released him with a wet slurp from her lips, gasping for breath now that her throat wasn’t full. Her lips had a splash of white across the bottom from where Copper’s cock had last touched. A sudden swipe of pink licked up the residue and Vinyl uttered a content moan before focusing her eyes on Octavia again. It took a moment for her to speak after the sudden deep-throat she’d done.

“Haven’t had my throat swabbed in awhile. Damn, Tavi,” Vinyl said before she gave another sudden gasp as the vibrator that had still been wedged within her pussy finally slipped out, falling onto the carpeted floor with little noise while Vinyl tried to regain her composure.

“Like you didn’t enjoy it. I’ve got the proof all over my fingers,” the busty woman replied, bringing her wet, juices soaked hand up for all to see. Vinyl eyed the digits for a quiet moment before she leaned over and began licking up the droplets that remained on Octavia’s fingers. The raven-haired woman allowed it, instead looking to Copper who watched in breathless fascination at the wanton display of lust. “Vinyl’s a girl who likes checking out both sides of the fence. Sometimes, she manages to get me to come for the ride.”

“No kidding,” Copper remarked, making Octavia chuckle and Vinyl smirk before finishing her lewd licking to speak again.

“On the sofa, Copper. We’ve fooled around enough; that hose of yours is going in one of us,” Vinyl said. “The question is, who’s up first?”

Octavia watched the debate wage in Copper’s eyes briefly before his gaze fell upon her. Color rose in her cheeks as she held his stare, her nethers twitching in desire for him to claim her. “Can… Octavia go first?” Copper asked. “If that’s ok with you, Vinyl?”

“Sure. I can’t go hogging my girl’s boytoy all night long. I’ll get my turn after her,” Vinyl assured, licking her lips in a quick motion that made Octavia shiver as much as Copper did. Needing little more prompting than that, Copper got up from the chair and walked over to the sofa, though not without a brief and sudden butt slap from Vinyl, who laughed at his resulting jump. Laying back and keeping his head comfortable on a pillow, Copper made sure he was relaxed before Vinyl got up, prompting Octavia to mirror her.

“Vinyl, don’t you think he needs a minute to recover?” Octavia pointed out. Copper’s member, though not all the way flaccid, wasn’t yet all the way back to its stiff self for her to claim. It rested against his groin, still wet from the sloppy blowjob that Vinyl had given him.

“Pshaw. Recovery,” Vinyl quipped at her roommate before coming to stand next to where Copper’s head laid. “I’ve got your recovery right here.” She insisted before giving her generous ass a slap, making the bountiful cheeks jiggle from the impact in front of Copper’s view. Octavia couldn’t help but roll her eyes at Vinyl’s impish behavior, but let her carry on. “Trust me; a minute under my trunk, this bad boy’ll be up and running in no time for you to ride yourself.”

“Alright. Just don’t suffocate him; I like my dates alive, you know.”

“What should I do?” Copper asked, getting both women’s attention. Vinyl grinned and stepped closer before lifting herself up and over, draping herself over Copper’s upper half before looking down at him, her glasses almost sliding off from the position.

“Remember to breathe through your nose. And three consecutive slaps if you need more air.” It was all she told him before Copper was engulfed in the vast valley of Vinyl’s ass, the voluptuous flesh dwarfing his head while Vinyl made a show of jiggling and bouncing herself atop him. It seemed to take Copper a second or two to react from the way his hands seemed to freeze up at his sides before he clapped them onto Vinyl’s ass and squeezed. Taking it as encouragement, Vinyl began to grind her soaked pussy against his face and lips.

Octavia couldn’t help but to pet her own wanting pussy as she looked on, wishing in part that she’d gotten to take Vinyl’s spot instead to be treated to such a tongue lashing. Judging from the moans that were coming from the DJ now, she could tell that Copper had found her entrance and was plunging its depths with his tongue. His member began pulsing with life again, hardening and rising up from his lap with every passing moment. Vinyl saw this, peering down at the thick cock before looking to Octavia again.

“T-told ya. Get on. This kid’s got some gusto to him yet,” Vinyl told her before moaning aloud and reaching back to try and reach for Copper’s head to get him deeper into her.

Octavia wasted no further time, quickly straddling his lap, his hot cock radiating heat against her groin as she pressed against it, her fingertips caressing his length. She rose up, lifting herself up just enough to aim his swollen cocktip at her entrance before pressing down. It took little effort to accept him inside, their earlier mischief doing plenty to lubricate her for him. An almost ecstatic cry left Octavia’s lips as she threw out any ideas of a slow penetration and instead aimed for taking the whole of him in one go. The sudden spearing of thickness and heat within her core had her moaning aloud, a welcome pleasure that was echoed, if dimly, by Copper’s hidden self beneath Vinyl’s ass.

“Damn, Tavi. All that in one go?” Vinyl quipped. Octavia didn’t allow for anymore sass from the DJ, leaning over to claim her in a hungry kiss that surprised Vinyl before she sank into it. Working her hips into a steady rhythm, Octavia rose and fell on Copper’s cock, relishing every inch of him that rubbed against her tender, hot depths. It was a constant burst of pleasure, each sweep she made as she rocked her hips up and down, flesh slapping together when she came down hard every time. The added taste of Vinyl’s lips, as well as her wandering hands groping at her tits, completed the picture for Octavia in one sensual, full-forced realization she felt across every inch of herself.

Vinyl, too, had been worked up into a heated frenzy, kissing Octavia back with a fervor usually reserved for more wild events. But Octavia could guess that Copper was working his magic well against the DJ’s sensitive folds judging by the small cry that threatened to burst from Vinyl’s throat as she made out with her roommate. She did her best to reply back in kind, bouncing her ass on Copper’s head and grinding harder and deeper into his movements. Octavia suspected that her two partners were sweating up a storm as she was, the air heavy with lust and heat in equal shares that surrounded and fueled their actions.

Releasing Vinyl from the liplock, Octavia focused more of her energy into taking Copper’s cock. Head thrown back and chest pushed forward, the string musician rode him like she was possessed, plunging him further into her depths on every pass her hips made as she swung down, engulfing him to the base of his juices-soaked cock before rearing up, her walls clinging to him so tight that every movement upwards brought with it a wet schlurp that begged to keep him inside. A sudden jolt of pleasure from her chest told her Vinyl had found her nipple again to latch onto, sucking on the sensitive bud with a hunger that had her squealing.

The three fell into a wordless rhythm then, all of them focused on the wide circle of pleasure they were making with one another. Copper’s hands kneaded and played with Vinyl’s ass as much as it could grab onto, fingers sinking into the soft flesh even as it bounced around his head. Vinyl, the middle-woman between Octavia and Copper, relished the oral worship she was getting for her pussy as much as the comforting warmth of having her head buried in Octavia’s tits. The string musician herself rode Copper for dear life, urging herself onwards towards a climax she knew might end up breaking her, but being entirely worth it.

It wound up being Vinyl who broke first; jerking up suddenly from Octavia’s cleavage where she had been licking and sucking at her sweat-ridden flesh, the DJ gasped for air in rapid breaths as her body suddenly tightened up, clenching as an orgasm began surging through her. She didn’t scream like Octavia was prone to doing; instead, the DJ let her body do the speaking for her. Octavia could see it as she looked down to where Copper’s chin was peeking out from beneath Vinyl’s pussy: his chin and neck were being doused in her juices as she came, giving him plenty to drink up from the climaxing musician.

The taste of her roommate seemed to prompt a surge within Copper as his hips starting to thrust of their own accord, throwing off the rhythm Octavia had been working into in favor of a faster, harder pace that left her breathless and latching onto Vinyl and the sofa for balance with a hand on each. The change made her surging climax more prominent, going from a dull echo in the back of her mind to a roaring need at the forefront as he throbbed within her core. Unable to hold it back, Octavia’s orgasm tore through her right as a splash of hot cum burst inside of her, flooding her depths with Copper’s seed and adding another layer of ecstasy that left Octavia mentally numb. She couldn’t even bring herself to vocalize it, only managing to keep herself upright just barely as she rode out each jolt of pleasure she was given.

When sense finally came back to Octavia, she found that she had fallen back against the other end of the sofa, her face half obscured by her own hair that had fallen about her visage. She felt a confusing emptiness within her, comprehending a few seconds later that Copper must have slipped out of her once she’d fallen back. The weight atop her chest and torso was breathing in its own deep breaths, Vinyl lifting her gaze up from Octavia’s cleavage to try and speak. It took two tries before any words could be formed at all.

“Fuck. Me,” Vinyl uttered, sweat dotting her brow. Looking past her, Octavia lifted her hand up and brushed away the black bangs covering her vision, seeing Copper in a similar sweaty, haphazard state on his end of the sofa. His cock shined with a mixture of his cum and her juices splashed along it, somehow still half-hard. The young man’s stamina still held true, even in the grasp of the two musicians.

“I’m serious.” Vinyl’s voice got Octavia’s attention back to her as the DJ looked over her shoulder at Copper. “I can’t stop until I’ve had that fat cock inside me. After you ate me out that well? I need either that,” she pointed at his cock, “or every vibrator I’ve got to fill me up. And we don’t have enough batteries for that.”

“Oh, and what about me? Just tossing me aside?” Octavia joked, giving a smile to Vinyl’s expression as the DJ peered over her glasses at her.

“Never, Tavi. Think you’ve done enough work for tonight though. But if you don’t mind to share a little, maybe I could help clean you up some?” she offered, licking her lips in a wanton fashion that made Octavia shiver. Behind her, Copper looked on with a hand reaching down to give his member a squeeze to try and rub some life into himself again. Vinyl beat him to the punch though, gesturing behind her with a glowing hand in Copper’s direction and pulling him closer to her behind.

When his stomach smacked into Vinyl’s immense rear, the light clapping sound made her laugh before looking over her shoulder at him. “Get yourself a primetime view, Copper. Let me show you how a pro does a muffjob,” she told him before turning her attention back to Octavia, who was watching her all the while. The eager look in Vinyl’s eyes sent another shudder up her spine, yet she spread her legs a little wider as the DJ leaned in. Planting her mouth on Octavia’s seed-soaked pussy with a wet kiss, Vinyl went to work straight away.

Comparing Copper’s approach with Vinyl’s was a little unfair to the younger, less experienced man, but Octavia’s mind couldn’t help it. Vinyl had more awareness, more knowledge of her private workings than Copper had yet to experience. Her slithering tongue worked its way into her folds and started licking in long, almost torturous strokes that had her exhaling through clenched teeth just to keep from exclaiming too loud. Octavia’s hand immediately went for the DJ’s head, pushing her deeper into her depths as she took in deep breaths of air to try and steady herself. The electric sensation of Vinyl’s tongue working at her pussy gave more than enough pleasure to work her up with little more needed.

Turning her eyes to Copper, the raven-haired woman could see him just as entranced as she was, watching the perverted scene of Vinyl gulping down the excess of his seed from her pussy he’d just got done fucking. His own arousal was evident in the way his cock was throbbing against the valley of Vinyl’s butt, resting against it for the moment as he seemed too focused on herself and Vinyl to realize his own state. Octavia decided to remedy that; after all, Vinyl did want a good fucking herself.

“Co-Copper,” she stammered when Vinyl’s tongue swiped over the roof of her pussy, making her toes curl before she continued, “get that cock in this little slut’s pussy now. Please?” she half asked, half demanded of their shared partner. Vinyl, able to hear over Octavia’s gasps, gave her rear a shake that bounced Copper’s dick between her cheeks, prompting him to action. A brief moment of alignment was all he needed before Vinyl moaned into Octavia’s nethers, lifting her head up as Copper sank himself deeper into her depths.

“Holy shit, yes! Get that fucking beauty in me!” Vinyl yelled, rocking her hips back to get him into her faster, her ass bouncing against his lap in a lewd smack that made her moan once more as he was hilted within her. Octavia, however, wasn’t content to be left out and pushed Vinyl’s head back down.

“Get back in there. You’re not done,” she told the DJ, making her give a small chuckle before resuming her licking again. Even if Copper’s cum hadn’t still been dripping from her nethers, Octavia believed Vinyl would’ve asked for this position anyway: head buried in her roommate’s snatch while Copper started to work into a hard, firm rhythm of pounding his cock into her needing pussy. The loud slaps of Vinyl’s ass bouncing against Copper’s lap joined their mixed chorus as they worked themselves into another sexual frenzy.

Having not watched Copper be in a more dominating position before this, Octavia kept her eyes trained on Copper’s form as he claimed Vinyl from behind. His thrusts came through in strong, deep strokes that not only made the DJ groan into her wet cunt, but gave an added intensity to the atmosphere she found herself basking in. Sweat was dripping down his face as he held onto Vinyl’s ass for a grip, fingers squeezing into her generous cheeks while ripples echoed through them from every impact of his hips to her rear end. Lifting her gaze back up from his middle to his face, she saw his eyes staring not at Vinyl’s rear, bouncing as it was, but only on Octavia’s own face.

Green met mulberry purple and didn’t look away as they gazed at one another, causing an unusual warmth to surge within Octavia’s being. Even in the throes of lust that they were all into - Vinyl especially from the moans she was letting off - Copper’s eyes stayed on her writhing, sweat-ridden form. A brief glance at her bouncing bosom was allowed before he drifted back up, making Octavia’s feelings of ecstasy rise as he thrust even harder and faster into Vinyl. Octavia, for a brief moment, wondered if he was imagining claiming her in such a rigorous fashion. The mere idea made Octavia’s body tremble and her thighs clench around Vinyl’s head —the DJ’s mop of blue hair pressed flush against Octavia’s groin — as her tongue dove deep into her pussy.

“Oh, fuck,” she whispered as her free hand that had been resting on the sofa to steady herself reached for her bare breast, groping the sweaty titflesh and adding another dose of pleasure to the mix. “Fuck her good, Copper. Give it to her hard!” Her urgings were heard, evident by the way that the smacking sound of Copper’s hips became more rapid, the previous rhythm lost in a passionate race that had Vinyl squealing into her muff. “Yes… yes!” Octavia moaned as she watched, able to feel a bit of the force in Copper’s thrusts even from her distant vantage.

Time wandered from Octavia’s awareness as she gave in to her partners’ efforts, rocking her hips up to hump Vinyl’s stroking tongue and soon her deep reaching fingers that she added into the mix. This final climax was going to be the end of her, she reasoned, but what a way to end. She rode towards it with full-hearted desire, her eyes closing as it welled up within her, pumped to life by Vinyl’s tongue and fingers as much as the erotic display of Copper claiming Vinyl rough and hard. The DJ kept up a continuous stream of moans and squeals into her pussy as she too seemed to be surging for a finish.

“Copper, don’t stop! Don’tstopdon’tstop, don’t!” Octavia begged. “It’s coming. I’m cumming. Oh Goddess. Oh, fuck me! F-Fuck!” Octavia’s voice gave way to screams as her climax exploded from within her, every inch of her skin alive with an electric pulse of orgasm that surged out from her pussy to splash onto Vinyl’s face. She lost sense of placement as she rode it out, her fingers remembering to tweak her nipple as a final added extension that heightened the pulse of pleasure that beat through her. The display was too much for Copper, it seemed, as he too gave a yell and slammed his hips into Vinyl a final time. He clung to her ass for dear life, knuckles white as he poured his seed into her nethers with all he had left in him.

Trapped between the two as she was, Octavia briefly wondered if Vinyl reached her own orgasm as well. She got her answer in the sudden tight grip of her thighs that Vinyl’s hands had as well as the muffled scream into her pussy. It was the last thing Octavia consciously heard as the sudden crash down from the orgasm she’d experienced left her unconscious, fading to black while in the ebbing throes of ecstasy the trio had brought upon themselves.






When consciousness returned to the raven-haired beauty, her world was a dizzy mess of colors and stars. It took a few blinks to make sense of things, Octavia comprehending it was early morning judging from the dim glow of the sunlight coming from the window across the room. She felt sluggish, her mind foggy as she tried to move a hand to rub at her face. Her right hand complied, but her left hand was wedged between two warm somethings. It took the sound of Vinyl’s confused voice to make her realize her hand had been resting between the DJ’s tits; she half imagined that any movement on her part might wake her roommate up.

The weight on her chest became more evident as she tried to sit up, making her sit there until she realized that it was a warm body atop her. Snuggled into her cleavage and giving off a light snore every few moments, Copper was asleep as deep as Vinyl seemed to be. The young man had his arm around her middle while his free hand rested on her mound. The light squeeze he had on her was pleasant for the time being. Octavia couldn’t help the smile that came to her while watching him sleep. Despite the smell of sweat and sex permeating around them, the musician felt relaxed as well while watching him.

“He’s a keeper, Tavi.”

Vinyl’s voice made Octavia look to her right where the blue-haired DJ had turned and was watching her. Her glasses were gone, allowing her eyes to be seen properly. She looked a bit groggy, but at ease as much as she was despite their states.

“You think so, huh?” Octavia replied, looking back to Copper’s sleeping form. She kept her voice quiet for his sake. “Professional opinion?”

“Best friend’s opinion,” Vinyl corrected, turning her head until her neck popped and she released a satisfied sigh. “He’s stuck on you. Hard. I can tell.”

“I’m more surprised you didn’t make that a dick joke.”

“Too early for that.”

Octavia stifled her chuckle with her hand. The noise seemed to prompt Vinyl to continue elaborating. “I might be a wild child, but I know when a guy’s paying attention to what. He had his eyes on you most of the night, didn’t he?”

“Well, yes, at least when you weren’t sitting on his face.”

“I heard not one single complaint, thank you,” Vinyl replied. “But seriously, Tavi. Keep him around. I saw you be more active and more happy with him than I’ve seen you be in months.”

“Yes, well… he does seem a lot happier when he’s with me, doesn’t he?” Octavia murmured, a hand coming up to pet at the younger man’s hair. He gave a mumble and nuzzled deeper into the valley of her cleavage.

There was merit to Octavia in keeping Copper like Vinyl suggested. She wasn’t sure at first of the real endgame of their little fun spell. How many times they’d get together, if they’d stop if Copper would find himself another girl, or if Octavia’s interests went elsewhere. But the idea of Copper staying involved in Octavia’s life, even if it was in private at first, filled her with a nervous excitement more genuine than her first live performance had done. Besides: would Copper really find someone better than her? Would he even want to?

“I’m gonna go shower and clean up. If you two wake up and want to help scrub me down, you know where to find me,” Vinyl said, leaning over to kiss Octavia’s cheek before extracting herself from the couch and their sweaty pile of bodies. Octavia nodded at her, watching the wide-hipped woman leave the room before turning her attention back to Copper. A few moments of quiet deliberation with herself gave the answer she genuinely felt drawn to. She’d have to talk to him to see where his interest was, but she could guess that she knew what the answer would be.

Besides; they were good neighbors, after all.