Euphoria ~ z.m.

CHAPTER FOUR - A NIGHT AMONGST FRIENDS - PART TWO

Édith whooshed the heavy oak door open; Zavier stood behind her in the doorway. They observed the couple unsurprised to find that their bodies had once again been usurped by horny, uncontrollable teenagers.

"Are ye quite finished," Zavier called out sarcastically. Olivier raised one hand as if to ask for a minute, while Yvonne moaned unperturbed by the interruption. Hypocritically, Zavier pressed himself into Édith then whispered, "I canna wait for this to be us. You swollen and carrying our bairn, but still wet," he practically growled, "and ready for me." Édith shivered, the heat of his breath on her neck seeped into her skin, lighting a fire in her blood that burned down to her very bones.

Yvonne's eyes opened wide, a devilish, cocky smile graced her face, "Not even a little a bit." Olivier laughed into her neck amused by his woman's nearly constant lady-boner. Then he shifted his head to simply rest his chin on her shoulder.

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The quartet had moved into the living room to drink wine and exchange pleasantries. They caught up on Yvonne's cases; Zavier's promising, new head chef; Olivier's artists; and Édith's new book proposals. Living in the same building mere floors away from one another, somehow did not prevent the group of friends from having what seemed like months worth of information to exchange every single time they hung out. In fact, they discussed their lives, the pregnancy, their parents, their Christmas plans and their New Year festivities.

Upon Yvonne's desperate request for spicy food, they moved into the kitchen to sit around the island. Indeed, Yvonne and Olivier dug into Zavier's iconic spicy Pad Thai with shrimp. As Zavier and Édith had already eaten, they resolved to instead pick at the sides of shredded zucchini, shredded carrots, and finely diced green peppers set out in the middle of the island before them.

Édith stood across from her closest friends bent over the island with her crossed arms resting on its surface. Meanwhile, Zavier sat close beside her on a wooden high stool. As he exchanged with their friends, he wrapped one of his tattooed arms loosely around her waist, while his fingers slipped beneath the edge of her oversized, white knit sweater to gently caress her hip. Whereas he seemed to be touching her absentmindedly, she could barely keep track of the conversation. Instead flitting images of Zavier's mischievous gaze as he had fucked her deep with his tongue resurfaced in her mind, causing a deep red bloom to grace her cheeks. The young woman squeezed her thighs together remembering the consuming pleasure she had just experienced. She shivered. She could barely contain her growing arousal; in fact, she felt her cream leaking to form a circular stain on her thin grey sweatpants at the entrance of her heat.

Zavier pinched Édith's side. "So can we?"

"What?" came Édith's distracted reply, voice wavering and strained because of her repressed moans. She looked at her Zavy rosy cheeked and breathless; in response, he casually slipped his hand into her sweatpants caressing the side of her peachy, round arse. He swiftly glided his hand to meet her wet, wet pussy. Then, he used two fingers to caress the outer layers of her folds. He bit his lip to hide his growing smirk as he felt her quiver with pleasure.

"Can we spend the night? It'll be like a huge sleepover," Yvonne voiced her question once again breaking through the horny editor's trance. "Or we'll stay out of your hair... What-What is going on, why are you so distracted?" she demanded - confused at Édith's spacy behavior.

"Why?" Édith finally managed, her head had drooped forward and her eyes were squeezed shut. Indeed, Zavier had barely touched and yet her orgasm was already just out of her grasp. Zavier slipped his ringed fingers into her wetness, instantly making her cum in front of their guests, in the middle of their dinner party.

The ever observant Olivier then noticed that Zavier's hand had disappeared behind his fiancée and his best mate's knowing smirk. He then caught on to Édith's tense stance and her clenched jaw, along with her heaving chest and her flushed cheeks. To save Édith the embarrassment, he quickly interjected, "The heat is no longer circulating in our apartment. Martha said it's out on the whole floor until they come fix it tomorrow morning." Mildly veiled humor emanated from his following words, "We promise we will... leave you to yourselves. We just thought it would be crazy to pay for a hotel. Especially at this hour."

Nodding along, Zavier responded agreeably, "Havers! You'll stay here tonight no use spending pun when you have us. Won't they baby?" He was still casually hand-fucking Édith as she rode her orgasm to its end.

"No - right -" she gripped the counter - eyes wide - and held on for dear life, "of course you can!"

In addition to the characteristic constant forgetfulness, Yvonne's pregnancy brain had caused her to become an impatient person. Indeed, the brilliant, young lawyer was nearly always patient, slow to anger and proactive. Undoubtedly, she could be whimsical - at times - but for that she always had Édith and Olivier to ground her. Yet, the onset of "Mombrain" had caused her to become slightly out of touch with her surroundings and rather blunt in her rapport. It was for that reason that it took Olivier's carefully crafted intervention for Yvonne to finally recognize Édith's reaction for what it was - a flush of desire; the onset of Euphoria.

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Hello my lovelies, 

Thank you for all of the reads! This chapter was written about three weeks ago but it took me forever to figure how to transition to the following chapter! Literally it took me TWENTY THOUSAND YEARS to figure out the last four paragraphs. Drop me a comment if you relate to being that infuriated. 

I hope you like today's update. I really like the dynamic amongst the four friends. They are truly a small, crazy family. It's rather sweet. 

- xx Yve