Teamwork

Melissa is the one to make a suggestion on what bar they should go to, based on the recommendations from some of her coworkers. It's just across the bridge in Arlington, not too far away, but at first glance, it doesn't look like the kind of place they want to be. It's not overly fancy or modern and it's kind of small, but when they walk inside, it's immediately obvious that this is quite a popular spot for people their age. Being a Saturday night, the entire place is swarming with crowds of young twenty somethings, current club hits blasting loudly throughout the main room and not an inch of space to squeeze in at the bar.

Julia catches sight of a table, just as a group of four girls gets up from it and Melissa hurries over to grab it while she tries to weasel her way in between two women who are standing by the bar. When the bartender finally reaches her, she orders a jack and coke for herself and a sea breeze for her roommate and she taps her fingernails against the hard surface of the bar while she's waiting. A warm, solid body pushes into the space right next to her as the bartender sets her drinks down and a voice over her shoulder says, "Hey Jimmy, put these on my tab and add a couple more beers."

The bartender only nods and walks away as Julia turns to look up at the person who's just bought hers and Melissa's drinks and she's very pleasantly surprised that the guy doesn't look like a creep. In fact, he's really attractive and she can't help the smile that makes its way onto her face when their eyes meet. "You didn't have to do that, but thank you."

He grins in return. "I'm Mike."

"Julia."

"Nice to meet you, Julia," he says as the bartender sets two bottles on the bar next to her drinks. "Whatta ya say we get these back to your table?"

"Sure," she agrees, wondering to herself how he knows she already has a table waiting but when she picks up her drinks and turns back to walk over to it, she sees that Melissa isn't sitting alone. The boy sitting to her right is also really attractive and he looks up and smiles at her when she and Mike reach the table. "Mike, this is my roommate, Melissa. Mel, this is Mike. He just bought our drinks."

"Thanks, Mike," Melissa says a little less than enthusiastic and she quickly takes her glass out of Julia's hand to start drinking.

"You're welcome," he replies, apparently amused at the older girl's antics and he slides onto the stool between Julia and the other guy, patting him on the shoulder. "Julia, this is my friend, Tom."

"Nice to meet you, Tom."

"You too."

The conversation flows easily for Mike and Julia and for Tom and Julia and for Mike and Tom and for Julia and Melissa. But Melissa barely speaks to either of the boys except to say thank you every time they go to the bar to get more drinks. Julia knows her roommate is shy around guys, but she doesn't understand why Melissa keeps offering these half assed answers every time Tom tries to ask her a question. He must just get tired of it because eventually he fully joins in on the conversation between Mike and Julia, letting Melissa nurse her drink in peace.

Melissa declines a third drink but Julia goes on for a third and by the fourth drink for her and the guys, the three of them are pretty much having a good time talking and laughing while Melissa just sits quietly and every once in a while cracks a smile at a funny story. Julia notices out of the corner of her eye that she keeps checking her watch every five or ten minutes and she knows that Melissa is just waiting for an acceptable time for her to leave, so she's prepared when Melissa checks it one more time and sighs loudly to catch the rest of the table's attention.

"Well, boys, it was nice to meet you both, but I should really be-"

"Excuse us for a sec," Julia interrupts, sliding off her stool at the same time Melissa does and pushing her friend away from the table, ignoring the older girl's protests as she weaves through the crowds until they're a safe distance away. "What are you doing? You're seriously going to leave now? It's just now midnight!"

"Yeah, but you know I have to leave early for Philly in the morning."

"You have brunch with your mom every other week, Mel. Can't you skip tomorrow and go next week?"

"No, Jules, I can't."

"You're honestly gonna pass up a chance with that-" Both girls glance back to the table where the two boys are curiously watching them argue back and forth. "-just so you don't have to reschedule one damn brunch?"

"Sorry to disappoint you, but yeah, I am."

"You're crazy," Julia balks, shaking her head.

"If you say so," Melissa shrugs. "Now I'm gonna go but good luck with that."

"Even though I know you're being sarcastic, thanks anyways."

"Don't catch any diseases, alright? I have to share my living space with you."

"Oh, give me a break. You now they make these things called condoms? They're great for that kind of thing. Also, babies."

"Hey, don't get murdered either. They may be hot, but that doesn't mean they can't be serial killers, and I really don't want the responsibility of filing a missing person's report on you."

Julia rolls her eyes. "Yeah, okay."

Melissa sighs heavily, throwing one more glance to the boys at the table before reaching out to gently grab her friend's forearm. "Seriously, be careful, okay? Call if anything happens or you need me."

Julia cracks a smile and pulls her into a hug. "Thanks, Mel. Have a safe trip to Philly tomorrow. Movie date when you get home?"

"You got it. See you tomorrow night!"

She waits for Melissa to disappear out of the double doors before she heads back over to the table with an apologetic smile. "Sorry, Tom. Mel decided to head home since she has an early day tomorrow."

"That's okay," he shrugs. "She didn't seem too into me anyway."

"She's just....a little difficult. I have the hardest time getting her to ever agree to go out. Tonight was a fluke."

"You don't have to go though, do you?" Mike asks hopefully and she chuckles softly as she takes a sip of her drink.

"I don't have to, no, but if you guys want to, I understand."

"What do you mean?"

"If you want to go find another pair, it's okay. I get it. I mean-"

"Why would we do that?" Mike interrupts.

"I don't know, maybe so Tom won't be a third wheel?"

They both look over at Tom, who glances at his friend for a moment before looking back to her with a shrug. "Who says there has to be a third wheel?"

Julia raises her brows in surprise as she looks between them, but they're both just looking back at her like they're waiting patiently for an answer. She's pretty sure she knows what's they're implying but at the same time, this whole thing is actually pretty surreal too. "Are you-...."

"Our place is only a couple of blocks from here."

That's definitely what they're suggesting.

"Um...okay. Yeah," she agrees, surprising even herself with her answer, and they watch in disbelief as she throws back the rest of her drink before setting her glass down and grabbing her clutch from the table top. She looks back up at them then and they snap out of it, moving quickly to get up from their stools and walk around the table to her side. Tom leads the way, with Julia right behind him and Mike brings up the rear, keeping a large hand flat against the small of her back as they follow Tom out of the bar and down the street to the apartment.

Julia can definitely feel her buzz kicking way in when they're riding the elevator up to the boys' floor and it takes a moment for her to steady herself enough to step off of it and into the hallway in her high heels. Tom unlocks the door and steps inside the apartment first to turn on the lights and she just walks in like she owns the place, tossing her bag onto the ping pong table practically right in front of the door then shedding her leather jacket and tossing it over the back of the huge tan sofa in their living room. She walks over to the large windows that span the whole back wall and looks out at the night lights of the city in awe.

"You guys have a nice place," she says as she kicks off her heels. "This view is great."

A warm hand presses against the small of her back and she turns her head just as Mike slides into the space beside her. The height difference is even more drastic now that she's taken off her heels. Her 5'5" frame looks so small next to Mike and she knows that Tom has a couple of inches of height on him so she'll be even shorter beside Tom, who's disappeared for the moment. Music begins to play from somewhere in the apartment but she doesn't have time to figure out where and doesn't really care anymore because Mike turns her body inward toward his and grabs her face with both hands before pressing his lips to hers.

His kiss is gentle at first, his hands gently cradling both sides of her face, but it isn't long before she feels Tom come up behind her, and Mike's hands move from their original positions until there's one on the back of her neck and the other on her back just above her ass. Already he's becoming a little stingy, unwilling to share with his roommate, but Julia breaks the kiss with him in favor of turning around to face Tom. He's impossibly tall to her now but quickly remedies the situation by hoisting her up by the hips and wrapping her legs around his waist before he brings one hand up to tangle in her hair and pull her face down to his.

Throwing her arms around his neck, she kisses him back and his hands drop back down to hold onto the backs of her thighs as he walks through the living room and down the short hall to a bedroom where he drops her gently on the edge of the bed. Mike is right on their heels, shutting the door behind him and she takes a moment to look at her surroundings while they're both kicking off their shoes.

The room is, to put it nicely, very minimalist. It's a spacious room with large windows but there's absolutely no furniture in it. Aside from the closet, there's no clothing storage unit whatsoever and his bed, while huge and comfortable, isn't even in a frame; it's just a mattress and box springs on the floor. Obviously they can afford furniture because they live in a very nice building in a very nice apartment, but it looks like they just don't necessarily care if they have it. They have the necessities-- sofa, big screen television, ping pong table, beds-- so pretty much anything else is just superfluous to them. That's something to be expected for two guys in their early twenties.

Mike is the first one to join her on the bed, crawling over her and leaning her back as he connects their lips again and her hands find the hem of his gray tee shirt, slipping under it and pushing it up his body until he breaks the kiss to reach over his shoulders and pull if off. Her top is a little more difficult to navigate and she has to push him back a little so that she can sit up to unzip the back but she can't reach so Tom does it for her. He pushes the straps off her shoulders and lets Mike pull it the rest of the way off her body and while they're checking her out, she's doing the same.

Tom's lost his shirt somewhere in the time that she and Mike were losing theirs and she thinks he should pretty much never ever wear one again. He's got the most perfect six pack and adonis belt she's seen in awhile and he probably knows it because he's got a proud little smirk on his scruffy face. Mike's abs aren't quite as defined as Tom's but he's still pretty impressive too and his shoulders and arms look like they were sculpted by the gods.

Julia isn't really sure about the logistics of how this kind of thing usually works, but luckily they must have at least some kind of idea because they both go to do their own thing so that they stay out of each other's way. Tom immediately reaches for the waist of her black jeans and pops the button open before unzipping them and tugging them down her legs. Her black panties are quick to follow as he slides off the edge of the bed onto his knees and wraps his arms around her thighs, yanking her body further down the bed and she thanks her lucky stars she went and got a wax a few days ago. She's a little surprised at his eagerness to go down considering she only just met him three hours ago; she's been with boys who wouldn't do it even after they'd dated for a year.

Mike stays up top where he is for now, halfway covering her upper body with his as he kisses his way from her jaw down her neck to her chest. Her eyes flutter closed and she tangles her fingers in his short hair as she concentrates on the feeling of both him taking her nipple into his mouth and Tom's tongue slowly teasing her center. After taking a few moments to enjoy it, she tugs Mike's head back up and kisses him, reaching for his belt at the same time with her free hand. He immediately gets the hint and helps her get the buckle undone before he unbuttons his jeans and pushes them down, kicking them off somewhere behind Tom. She pulls his black boxer briefs down just far enough to get a hand on his cock and he curses against her skin before closing his mouth around her nipple again.

Her breathing becomes a little heavier with the work Tom's putting in and she tries to hold off on coming by just focusing on getting Mike fully hard in her hand. Trying not to moan out loud is already hard considering how tipsy she is, but it quickly becomes even more difficult and she briefly lets go of Mike to sit up and push Tom's head away so that she can bring him back up with her. He crawls up onto the bed, his knees on either side of her thighs as she works his belt open and then he flops down beside her to kick his jeans off while Mike reaches down to grab the condom from his wallet in the back pocket of his discarded pants.

Tom leans down to kiss her while Mike is rolling the condom down on his cock and she can taste herself on his tongue but she doesn't even mind. She moans into his mouth when Mike slowly pushes in but he doesn't keep that pace for long before his hips are moving faster against hers, causing her to gasp and moan as non-ridiculously as she possibly can. Tom breaks the kiss and shifts his position so that he's on his knees by her head instead of lying next to her and he grabs his cock in his hand, giving a few tugs before he lets her take over. She bits down hard on her bottom lip as she very gently strokes him and when he looks directly into her eyes and licks his lips, it sends a literal shiver through her body.

She props herself up on one elbow and increases her pace ever so slightly for a few moments before leaning forward to run her tongue along his length. He's big enough that she knows she's never going to fit all of him into her mouth but she's not about to let that stop her from trying. He closes his eyes and lets his head fall back when her mouth wraps around his tip and she slowly moves down on him, taking as much of him in her mouth as she can before she pulls back so that only the tip is still past her lips, using her hand again for the rest of him.

Mike hikes her legs up onto his hips and she wraps them around his waist, drawing him in closer. He lets out a quiet grunt at the slightly new position at the same time she moans and when she pauses her hand movements to look up at him, his whole body is glistening with sweat. He holds on tightly to her hips and his thrusts become rougher, more sloppy, telling her that he's close. He pulls out then, removing his condom and he trades places with Tom so that she can finish him off with her mouth. Tom rolls on his condom then slips an arm around her waist and picks her up to flip her over onto her hands and knees before lining himself up to her entrance.

The expletive that comes out of her mouth is more of a squeak than anything when he pushes his hips into hers, sliding in to the hilt with a single thrust. Mike's lying on his back with his hands folded behind his head and his legs spread out on either side of her, waiting patiently for her to get to work, but it takes a few more toe curling thrusts before she can regain enough motor function to work her muscles. She's close and she knows it won't be much longer because she can already feel that slow burn in the pit of her stomach but, in the meantime, Mike's close too and he just needs that one final push to go over the edge.

Julia grabs the base of his cock with one hand, keeping herself from face planting into the mattress with the other, and she leans down to wrap her mouth around him, enjoying the strangled sound he makes when she does it. She takes as much of him as she can before his tip hits the back of her throat and she quickly pulls back to stroke him quickly up and down. His hands twist themselves into the back of her hair and his hips buck forward involuntarily as he comes but she just swallows what she can and continues working her hand until his orgasm recedes.

Tom picks up the pace even more then and she moans, her fingernails digging into the skin of Mike's still tensed extremely muscular thighs. He sits up to kiss her and she can feel one of his hands travel down her body to play with her clit. It doesn't even take thirty seconds after that before her whole body clenches up and she comes; the pressure of Mike's hand on her over sensitive clit combined with Tom's rough thrusts are enough to give her what she's sure is the most intense orgasm she's ever had and as soon as she comes down from her high, she feels fatigued. It almost feels like her body weighs a ton and her arms are about to give out from under her.

She knows Tom has to be close. His breathing is heavier and his pace is more desperate than before, his hands on her hips pulling her body back at the same time he thrusts forward into her. She clenches her muscles around his cock and he curses right before he comes, giving a few more lazy thrusts before he pulls out with a quiet moan. He goes to dispose of the condom in the bathroom before he comes right back into the room and collapses face down on the bed.

She knows she should leave. She doesn't do one night stands and she knows it's going to be awkward in the morning if she stays, but her body is so tired and she feels so sleepy that she isn't sure she would even make it all the way home if she were to leave now. Tom throws his arm around her body and drags her up the mattress so that her head is on the pillow with his before he pulls the plaid comforter up over both of them. Mike gets up only to turn off the lamp in the corner and then he crawls into the empty side, letting her throw her leg over his as she gets herself more comfortable.

Maybe it wouldn't hurt to sleep for a few hours.