The Night of the Quake 
  
Bill and I have known each other for several years 
now, having met in a warehouse job shortly after 
graduating from high school.  A great friendship 
has developed since then and we’ve enthusiastically 
shared most of our adult lives as very close friends. 
 One of the things we enjoy together is playing a 3-D 
computer game called Quake.  About once a month 
or so we’ll get together at my apartment and play 
our way through a few drinks and a bag of chips, 
just enjoying the time spent together.  Often this will 
end at about two or three o’clock in the morning. 
 I guess it’s that whole male bonding thing.  One 
particular evening though, things happened 
a bit differently than usual. 

I also routinely play Quake with my fiancée, Marie. 
She gets seriously into the game and becomes very 
competitive, sometimes playing for hours at a time. 
She’s very good at it.  Bill and I aren’t too shabby 
either but we do often defer to Marie for advice 
on how to get through some of the tough spots. 
She takes her "quaking" fairly seriously. 

On this one particular evening, Bill and I had been 
playing for nearly three hours when Marie came home 
from her job as a waitress at a local brewery and 
restaurant.  We have a rather large corner-unit 
computer desk in the back bedroom of our two-bedroom 
apartment and in a direct line of sight from the front 
door.  This puts the computer user in a position where 
they would have to turn and look over their right shoulder 
to see toward the front door.  Bill was playing, and 
fully involved, when Marie came in, so he didn’t 
know right away that she had come home. 

Having had a couple glasses of wine at the restaurant 
after getting off work, Marie was not too far behind 
us in the department of alcohol consumption.  She 
was in a very playful mood.  The uniform at the 
restaurant calls for beige pants, shorts, or skirt 
topped by a long sleeved button-front blue denim 
shirt.  Marie prefers the skirt… an excellent choice 
in my opinion, because she has such fantastic legs. 
When she came in I was standing behind Bill and to 
his right, watching the computer screen.  As I turned 
to look at her she turned her back toward me, bent 
over, flipped her skirt up and essentially mooned me. 
 She was wearing bright red shiny satin panties.  Still 
bent over, she looked back toward me, blew me a 
kiss and smiled that sexy smile of hers that comes 
as much from her eyes as from her beautiful lips. 

As she walked toward me she held her finger to her 
lips as though to tell me to keep quiet.  It was obvious 
that she wanted to sneak up on Bill and surprise him. 
When she got to me she stopped and gave me a big 
hug and a long deep kiss, and as I released my hug 
she pressed my arms against her with her own until 
my hands were at the sides of her breasts.  Then she 
quickly crossed her arms and caught both my wrists 
and firmly squeezed her breasts together with my hands. 
The uniform shirts at the restaurant are designed in a 
way that if the collar button and the next button are 
open, the third button hits just about at the center 
of a "conservative" bra.  This causes the girls to be 
more conservative by buttoning the second button, 
or open the second button and display the front of 
their bra, or open the second button and wear a less 
conservative bra that would only show if someone 
was lucky enough to get a down-blouse shot.  Marie 
naturally (and thankfully) prefers option number three. 
 That night she was wearing a bra that matched the 
panties she had flashed at me moments earlier.  There’s 
something wonderful about how lace and satin go so 
well together.  When these are wrapped around a 
fabulous pair of breasts, it’s amazing.  As she released 
her grip I slid my hands to the front, to the inviting 
warmth of her cleavage, feeling her hardened nipples 
as I passed slowly over them, and very deliberately 
and obviously unbuttoned her third button.  She 
just looked at me for a moment, rolled her eyes up, 
smiled and kissed me again.  Then she 
proceeded to sneak up behind Bill. 

Slowly she placed her left cheek near his right and then 
suddenly grabbed him, wrapping her arms around his 
shoulders and neck and gave him a great big kiss on 
the ear.  Of course the surprise of all of that just about 
sent Bill through the roof, not only because it startled 
him out of the game he was so focused on but also 
because he thought I was the only other person there. 

After regaining his composure, Bill asked Marie to 
show him something in the game.  To do this she 
stood to his right, bending fully over at the waist. 
She had her left hand on his right shoulder.  With 
the third button of her shirt open, and her right hand 
moving the mouse, he had a tremendous view of her 
full and ample breasts.  Each time she moved her 
right hand the tops of her breasts would jiggle and 
bounce above the overfilled cups of her bra.  After 
more than three minutes or so of looking back and 
forth from the action on the screen and the action 
inside her shirt, Bill asked her a more specific question 
about something at the lower left corner of the picture 
on the screen.  This caused her to move her left hand 
to his left shoulder, bend even further forward and to 
lean to her left in order to see what he was pointing to. 
Of course this also pressed both her breasts 
firmly against the side of Bill’s face. 

She said that if she wasn’t careful she was going to 
fall over, and then steadied herself by turning more 
to her left and by placing her right hand on Bill’s 
right thigh.  I just stood there, to Bill’s left the entire 
time all of this was going on, and watched.  My jeans 
had been fairly snug when I put them on.  Now they 
were just plain tight.  I could only imagine the 
pressures that Bill must have been experiencing. 

Marie stood up, smiled once more at me, knowing full 
well the effect she was having on both of us, and told 
us that she was going to the kitchen for another round 
of drinks.  As she walked down the hall, she continued 
talking.  She said that she had been working all evening 
as a waitress and hadn’t felt as appreciated by any of 
her guests as she did at that moment.  I reminded her 
that she hadn’t been dressed all evening like she was 
then.  Without even a moment’s hesitation 
she said, "You don’t know that." 

I asked how the restaurant management would feel 
about the girls popping the third button.  Bill said, 
"They shouldn’t object much to that.  How would 
they feel about the girls going topless, or at least 
dressing more revealingly...  maybe going braless?" 
Talking loudly from the kitchen, she said that she 
obviously didn’t know, that it had never been discussed, 
but that she could think of a couple of the girls who 
would probably be willing to go braless at least in the 
bar area.  While she was out of the room 
both Bill and I were adjusting ourselves. 

When she returned, she brought three rum and cokes, 
a big bowl of tortilla chips and a bowl of salsa.  I 
watched as she came down the hallway toward us. 
It was obvious that she had decided to see how it 
feels to be a braless waitress.  I certainly had no 
complaints.  We just sat and talked for a few minutes, 
drinking our drinks and munching on chips.  Marie 
moved to the bed and scooted across it on her knees, 
turned toward us and leaned forward onto her elbows. 
 Her shirt dropped fully away from her allowing us 
both a fabulous view.  It was loose and open enough 
that we could clearly see everything, clear to the tips 
of both rock-hard nipples.  She then very slowly and 
deliberately lowered herself into a position where she 
was laying on her front, supporting herself from the 
waist up on her arms, with her shirt completely open 
at the top and her very deep and very tempting cleavage 
almost within our reach.  She pulled the salsa bowl over 
to right in front of herself so that looking at her would 
be easier and more natural for us as we dipped our 
chips.  I left to get the salsa jar from the 
kitchen and we refilled the bowl twice. 

All that salsa and spice made us all thirsty and Bill 
went to get the next round.  While he was gone 
Marie told me she was thoroughly enjoying all the 
attention and was getting so horny she couldn’t even 
describe it.  She was having a great time 
and didn’t want the night to end. 

For the next hour or so, we each took a couple of turns 
as players and as observers in the game of Quake. 
When Marie played Bill and I would each stand to 
her side, he to her left and me to her right.  This 
position allowed us to get several great down-blouse views. 

When I played, Marie was to my right, with the right 
side of her butt on the front edge of the desk and her 
left foot on the floor.  This caused her thighs to be 
spread apart and the hem of her skirt to ride up considerably. 
 The crotch of her red satin and lace panties was 
clearly visible to both Bill and I.  He was in almost the 
same position she was, but to my left.  This gave 
him an excellent view of almost all of her… 
and we were all enjoying that fact. 

When Bill played she stood directly behind his chair 
and pulled her shirt to the side for me, fully exposing 
one breast and then the other.  She cupped her full 
breasts in her hands and pressed them to her chest 
and together, greatly exaggerating her cleavage.  She 
would slide her hand on the exposed breast to where 
she could pinch her nipple, pull and twist it just a bit 
and just generally tease the hell out of me.  While 
either breast was fully exposed, most of the other 
was also due to her shirt being unbuttoned so far 
down.  Switching from side to side kept both nipples 
teased, hard, and erect.  Bill had no idea what was 
going on just inches behind his head.  I was doing all 
right in maintaining my composure until she lowered 
her head and raised a breast to her mouth.  Whenever 
I see her do that I just lose control.  She licked all that 
she could of the top of her breast and all around her 
nipple, and then took the nipple between her teeth. 
She raised her eyes to meet mine and then shook her 
head, sending quivers throughout her chest and up my 
spine.  As she played with her breasts and sucked her 
own nipples, I just watched…  for 
as long as I could stand it. 
  
Sensing that I was about to lose what little self-control 
I had left, she said, "Why don’t you come over here 
and stand behind me to keep me warm?"  She didn’t 
have to ask twice.  Before long I was playing with her 
breasts and belly with one hand and was massaging 
both her inner thighs with the other.  She laid her head 
back on my shoulder and nibbled on my ear as I 
pleased her.  Occasionally one of us commented on 
the game that Bill was playing and he just kept right 
on playing, totally unaware of what he was missing. 
Standing behind Marie and looking down over her 
shoulder it occurred to me that if she were to take 
one small step forward, the back of Bills head 
would be cradled between her breasts.  That was 
something I wanted very much to see happen. 

I motioned to Marie what I was imagining and she let 
out a slight, deep and low moan, smiling a big smile 
back at me.  I moved back over to the edge of the 
desk to get a better view of his reaction and to allow 
her to have total control over what was happening. 
To my very pleasant surprise she pulled her shirt fully 
out of the waistband of her skirt and then undid the 
fourth button.  She then fully exposed both breasts 
and placed her hands on Bill’s shoulders.  She 
started to give him a bit of a shoulder and upper 
back massage while smiling at me and blowing me 
kisses.  She worked her hands up the sides of his neck 
and into his hair.  He was obviously enjoying the 
relaxing effects of the massage as well as the fact 
that Marie was touching him.  He had no clue. 

As she worked his muscles, she stepped forward and 
gently pulled his head back to rest against the center 
of her chest.  His head was firmly nestled into her 
cleavage with her full and firm breasts pressed against 
the sides of his neck, his ears and his cheeks.  He 
was fully aware of where his head was and looked to 
me for a reaction, acknowledgement, or approval 
perhaps.  I just nodded and smiled.  He relaxed and 
looked back to his game, thoroughly enjoying the 
scalp and temple massage he was receiving and the 
heavenly headrest she was providing for him.  It hadn’t 
occurred to him that her breasts might be bare. 

Marie looked at me and quietly laughed a bit and then 
winked.  Very lightly she touched and tickled the top 
of Bill’s right ear.  It took a few times for this to work 
but eventually he reached up to his ear in response 
to the tickling and got a hand full of Marie instead. 
The look on his face was absolutely priceless.  He 
turned fully around toward Marie and she made no 
attempt at all to cover herself.  She just stood there 
and laughed.  We all laughed.  It was great.  Marie 
was fantastic and this whole thing was 
like a dream come true for me. 

Bill told Marie that he was really comfortable when 
she was holding and massaging him, and that he had 
sat so still because he thought she had placed a heating 
pad on his neck.  When he got through telling her 
how good she looked, he asked if there was any 
possibility of continuing with the massage.  Marie looked 
at me, I smiled a big reassuring smile, shrugged my 
shoulders and offered to go get another round of drinks 
and more chips from the kitchen.  Marie asked me to 
get drinks and suggested that we call out for a pizza 
because she was hungry but not feeling 
like cooking anything. 

By the time I had mixed three more rum and cokes 
and made a phone call Marie and Bill had moved to 
the living room floor and Both had removed their 
shirts.  Bill was laying face down and Marie was 
kneeling by his side and rubbing his back.  He just 
lay there watching her breasts sway and bounce. 
I crossed the room behind them, turned on the CD 
player, and went over and sat on the floor leaning 
back against the sofa and just watched.  A few minutes 
later Marie asked me to go get a bottle 
of baby oil from the bedroom. 

Without saying a word, I got the bottle and a couple 
of towels, and returned to my front row seat.  Marie 
squirted some oil into her hand and warmed it before 
applying it to Bill's back and shoulders.  This went 
on for a few minutes before Marie broke the 
silence by offering to do his legs too if he’d take 
off his pants.  My hard-on got a good bit harder. 
I’m sure his did too.  He quickly sat up, removed 
his pants and lay back down in the same facedown position. 

She moved down toward his feet and slowly, 
methodically, alternately, and very sensuously worked 
her way up both legs.  She moved to the rhythm 
of the music.  Marie knew that I was thoroughly 
enjoying the show and occasionally looked over 
at me and smiled.  When she neared the tops of his 
thighs she moved again to his lower back and added 
more warmed oil there.  Then, much to my surprise, 
and pleasure, she leaned down and pressed her chest 
into his lower back and rubbed around for a couple 
of seconds, fully coating herself in baby oil 
from her collarbones to the 
waistband of her skirt. 

She sat up and rubbed herself for a minute or so. 
Then she pulled Bill’s underwear down and off, 
leaving him fully naked now on our living room 
carpet.  She straddled both of his legs then, 
which oiled her legs, leaned down over his bare 
butt and continued his massage with her tits, 
looking up at me and smiling the whole time. 
Just as she was telling Bill that it was time to 
roll over, the pizza delivery guy rang the doorbell. 
 I stood up to go to the door and Marie followed 
me.  She peaked out the peephole and said, 
"It’s cool." With that, she opened the door and 
greeted him just like she would fully 
dressed and sober in the middle of the afternoon. 

I about lost it at that point.  She’s standing there 
at the front door, door wide open, talking to a total 
stranger, naked except for skirt and panties, and 
with a shiny coating of baby oil all over her. 
She turns to me and asks me if I have any cash. 
I asked, "How much is it?" and the guy literally 
couldn’t even speak.  I asked again and all he 
managed to say was, "It’s ok, don’t worry about 
it…"  I think his tongue was actually hanging 
out of his open mouth.  Marie said, "Thanks a 
lot.  Have a great night.", and then she just closed 
the door on him.  I couldn’t help thinking that 
he might still be there in the morning when I go 
out…  totally paralyzed.  The whole situation was 
pretty funny.  We’d just gotten our pizza for free 
and the delivery guy had probably gotten the best 
"tip" of his career.  Bill had gotten up to watch all 
of the activity at the door, and I doubt that the 
delivery guy even noticed that there was 
a naked man standing a few feet beyond Marie. 

Marie asked Bill if he’d rather eat first or finish 
his massage.  He almost jumped over the sofa 
to get back into the living room and lay down, 
this time on his back since Marie had told him 
earlier to roll over.    I was at least as hungry 
as either of them but food could wait. 
I wasn’t going to miss this massage for anything. 

She started at his shoulders again and worked 
downward to his waist.  Then, as before, she 
moved to his feet and worked her way back up 
again.  And, just like before, she added oil to 
his stomach and then pressed her bare tits into 
it and then slid around on him to thoroughly 
coat herself.  None of us had said even a single 
word since this started.  There were only 
moans and the music.  Marie stopped and sat 
straight up, kneeling next to Bill.  She came 
over to me and gave me a fabulous kiss, smiled 
and gave me a look that silently asked if I was 
still ok with all of this.  The silence was truly 
golden.  I kissed her, smiled, 
and nodded reassuringly. 

She returned to kneel beside Bill, leaned across 
him and rubbed her chest firmly across his groin, 
swirling around from side to side a couple 
of times.  His dick was pressed flat against 
him, where moments earlier it had been 
standing almost straight up like a flagpole. 
The oil from her tits coated and polished 
him thoroughly.  She moved to straddle his 
legs as before.  Carefully, yet firmly she 
spread his thighs and pressed one of her tits 
between them and below his balls and 
rubbed several times up and down his inner 
thighs.  She then rubbed both her tits and her 
belly all over his groin and belly, repeatedly 
sliding the full length of his dick smoothly 
through her magnificent cleavage.  She hadn’t 
yet touched his dick with either of her hands, 
only with her chest and belly. 

Bill had to be close to cumming. 
I sure was, and I was just watching. 

Marie took one of the towels then and draped it 
over Bill’s hard and very erect dick.  He looked 
just a bit disappointed but didn’t say anything. 
He just continued to look at Marie.  Except to 
blink, he hadn’t taken his eyes off of her since 
this all started.  With the towel she wiped what 
oil she could off of Bill’s penis.  Then, without 
the towel, she grasped his thick shaft in one fist. 
It’s dry tip quickly re-moistened with pre-cum. 
She leaned down and licked it off, 
very pleased with this evidence of Bill’s arousal. 

She ran her tongue around the head of his 
penis, then gently sucked along the length of 
it sucking it’s diameter into her mouth several 
times along the way.  She used just enough 
teeth to tease and further arouse him.  I know 
from personal experience that she is an expert 
at this stuff.  I can’t imagine that any woman 
is any better at this stuff than my Marie.  She 
then looked again at me for approval, 
and quickly got it in the form of a silent kiss. 

She gently licked once more around the head 
and then sucked in the length of it until it filled 
her mouth and throat.  She wrapped her finger 
and thumb tightly around the base of his shaft 
to help him prolong his pleasure.  She sucked 
his dick harder and harder, bobbing her head 
up and down the full length, faster and faster. 
 Then, at the top of a stroke, with only the head 
of his penis inside her mouth, she began to stroke 
with her hand.  Bill’s hands had been all 
over Marie’s hot and slippery tits. 

He reached behind her as she sucked him 
off and found the zipper and button of her 
skirt.  As he fumbled with trying to undo these, 
she reached back and squeezed his hands, 
stopping him.  She moved one of his hands 
back to her tits and dropped the other on top 
of her thigh.  She continued to vigorously pump 
and suck his dick, again deep-throating it.  The 
hand she dropped on top of her thigh quickly 
found it’s way to her inner thigh and with all 
of the oil, had no problem in moving toward 
her pussy.  Apparently we hadn’t been watching 
very carefully earlier.  Somewhere along the way 
she had removed her panties.  Bill found no 
obstacles to sliding one, then two, and 
then three fingers into her dripping wet pussy. 

Marie sat straight up and threw her head back 
with a long, wonderful and powerful moan of 
obvious pleasure.  She was rocking up and down 
now on his hand while his other hand grasped 
one of her breasts squeezing tight until I thought 
she might cry out.  She then looked to me and 
signaled with her finger that she wanted me 
closer to her.  I moved quickly to be by her side. 
She grabbed my shirt and almost ripped it off 
over my head and then she threw her arms around 
me, hugged me tightly and kissed me very deeply. 
 She was still riding Bill’s hand and was obviously 
enjoying it thoroughly.  With one arm she continued 
to hug me and with her free hand pulled at the 
snap and zipper of my pants.  I undid and removed 
my pants as fast as I could and lost my underwear 
along with them.  Again she threw her arms 
around me and hugged me tightly. 

Marie’s skin seemed on fire.  She released her grip 
on me and lowered her body until her nipples 
brushed against Bill’s gleaming oil-soaked chest. 
She pulled his hand from between her legs, 
moaning deeply as his fingers slipped out of 
her and down her slippery thigh.  Marie sat up 
straight once again, and pushed me back onto 
the floor.  Quickly she moved over onto me and 
took the full length of my thick and throbbing 
penis into her in one single thrust. 

Her climax was inevitable. She finally broke the 
silence of the past half-hour and in a loud whisper 
said, "I can't last any longer!  Can you come 
with me?" My answer would have been too 
late.  I raised up my hips and drove myself up 
into Marie with a force that stabbed the head 
of my dick against the very top of her and both 
she and I exploded with an urgency neither had 
ever experienced before.  She was sitting up and, 
while riding me, was still holding onto Bill’s dick. 
He was kneeling beside us and the three of us had 
actually cum simultaneously.  He had shot his first 
load all over her tits.  Seeing that happen, she tried 
to get him back into her mouth.  He shot two loads 
on her face and neck before she got her beautiful 
lips around the head of his dick. 

As I regained my senses, I looked up to see Marie 
sitting above me, my still hard dick was still far 
enough into her that it was pressing firmly against 
her uterus.  She was looking down at me with a 
huge and beautiful smile, although still trying to 
catch her breath.  Bill’s cum was dripping from 
both corners of her mouth.  It was on her cheeks 
and in her hair.  It was still clinging to her neck 
and chest and was dripping from her nipples onto 
my chest.  Her entire body was still wet and slippery 
from the oil and sweat.  My groin and penis 
pulsed and throbbed with my desire for this fantastic 
woman.  Feeling my throbbing deep inside herself, 
she responded by squeezing my penis with her 
own love muscles.  She took my hands and 
pressed them to her breasts.  With her hands 
on mine, and still without speaking, together we 
slowly rubbed Bill’s cum into her breasts, 
chest, neck and belly. 

Bill just lay there on the floor next to us where he 
had collapsed, and quietly watched us.  When 
we had all fully recovered, we cleaned up a little 
bit, reheated the pizza and got anther round 
of rum and cokes.  Before long we were talking 
about scheduling our next Quake party.  We 
didn’t make any plans or talk about what may 
happen the next time.  We all agreed that things 
like that ought to be spontaneous.  Our only 
regret was that we didn’t have any film for the camera.