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possibilities, Dillon. Let’s throw back a few more shots and see if we end up in a bathroom stall really enjoying one another. My mouth on yours, Kelly’s mouth around your cock, your cock in her, and me…how about we get down to some real good and nasty fucking? You think you can handle that, Dillon?”
     
    Dillon’s eyes glimmered hungrily, his mind replaying the image of taking both Mattie and Kelly at the same time, his cock already demanding to be released from the confines of his dress slacks. Kelly sat silent, unsure if Mattie was playing some very strange joke on them, or was actually considering doing what she had just proposed they do. Just as Dillon grew hard, so too did her own pussy begin to moisten at the thought of sharing a man with Mattie, and in the stall of a public restroom no less. It seemed so carnal, so dangerous, and yet was something she now wanted very-very much.
     
    Dillon once again raised his shot glass and tried to keep his voice from cracking in anticipation while he looked at Mattie and then Kelly, his mind silently reeling from the impossibility of what he hoped to be doing to the both of them very soon.
     
    “Yeah, I can handle it.”
     
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    Both Kelly and Dillon remained uncertain if Mattie was being serious.  Mattie in turn ordered more tequila, her eyes flashing in the dim lighting of the pub as the right corner of her mouth curled upward into a knowing smirk.
     
    The three of them finished off three more shots. Kelly averted her eyes from both Mattie and Dillon as her heart pounded in her chest.
     
    I’m gonna do this. Mattie thinks I’ll chicken out but I want to. I want to taste her and feel him inside me while I do it.
     
    Dillon was licking his lips as he stared at both women, the warm buzz of the alcohol giving him the courage to see if Mattie was still serious about her shocking proposal.
     
    “So, you still thinking we might…”
     
    Mattie’s naturally arched eyebrows lifted further above her eyes as she regarded Dillon’s almost question. Then she looked at Kelly and noted the flushed excitement that now dominated her friend’s face.
     
    She’s ready – she’s more than ready!
     
    Mattie stood up and smiled.
     
    “Ok then, let’s go. Follow me.”
     
    Dillon and Kelly sat momentarily frozen as they both watched Mattie move slowly toward the narrow hallway in the back of the pub where the bathrooms were located. Dillon’s cock somehow managed to grow even harder as he enjoyed the outline of Mattie’s ass moving within the confines of her dark skirt. Kelly’s right hand reached over and gave his crotch a gentle squeeze and finding the hardness residing there, felt her own pussy aching for attention.
     
    When she spoke, her voice came out in a low, breathy grunt.
     
    “C’mon, Dillon, we’re doing this.”
     
    Dillon followed Kelly into the bathroom, the sounds of the crowded pub disappearing behind him as he struggled to keep from grinning too much. When they reached the door to the women’s bathroom Kelly’s right hand rested for a brief moment before pushing it open while her left hand once again grasped Dillon’s crotch and pulled him along behind her.
     
    The bathroom appeared empty. The lights had been turned off making it difficult for Dillon or Kelly to see in front of them.
     
    “Last stall, come on in you two.”
     
    Kelly stopped to let her eyes adjust to the darkness while inhaling the scent of hand soap and chlorine.  Tully’s was noted for its clean bathrooms.
     
    What if someone comes in while we’re…
     
    Kelly allowed the thought to drift off unanswered. The fact was, with Dillon’s hardness pressing against the back of her ass and Mattie waiting for them inside the stall, she didn’t care.
     
    She just wanted to lick and fuck.
     
    Dillon cleared his throat behind her, his breathing heavy with lust. Kelly moved into the gloom, her eyes now able to make out the outline of the last stall to her left. The