This entry is being split into two parts. I won’t be making this a common thing but this is my far the longest entry I’ve written in the series.

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Franny came back an hour before people were expected to show, letting herself in with the key Heather and Liam had given her when they’d first moved in together. She was none too happy to find they had dozed off on the couch, Liam’s hand still under Heather’s trousers.

“Oh my, God! I swear, you guys are impossible!” She yells, jolting them awake. “People are gonna be here soon! Go freshen up, you slutty sluts!”

Franny frowned at them, but the hints of a smile playing upon her lips made it hard for Heather and Liam to take her too seriously.

The couple dragged themselves off the couch with embarrassed giggles, while Franny kept complaining about how their endless sexual appetite always seems to distract them.

“What if I hadn’t shown up early? People would’ve buzzed you and you’d still be looking like a couple of bums after a bar fight. Throw some water on your faces!”

“Yes, mum!” Liam said, affecting a cowering break in his voice and ran away to the bathroom in pretended fear of her. Heather laughed as she follows him.

When they came out, Franny was done being angry, and gave them both a long, loving kiss.

“Happy anniversary, you two.” She beamed with affection at them.

“Thanks, Franny, dear.” Liam said sweetly.

“Thank you, babes!” Heather excitedly bounced on her feet, as if she’d just been reminded what the occasion was.

“Heather, go check your phone, see if McPatty are on their way already. Liam, come help me in the kitchen.” Franny said sweetly, but left no room for protest. She’d obviously put herself in charge of making sure things went smoothly. Over the last year, she’d really become the closest thing Heather and Liam had to a full-time third member of their relationship.

At the end of the day, it would always be Heather and Liam against the world, but, thankfully, they’d met plenty of people whom they’d grown very fond of, and a few whom they really loved.

But Franny was the person they had come closest to truly falling in love with. They sometimes wondered about asking her to become an official part of their committed relationship, but figured it would either come from naturally from Franny herself, or it simply wasn’t meant to be. Franny seemed content sharing their bed and hadn’t expressed any desire for them beyond sex.

It was yet to be seen whether Heather and Liam were truly polyamorous, but they never questioned how important Franny was to their romance. She’s definitely their best friend, as well as their relationship’s biggest supporter, which is a fact not lost on them.

When Heather and Liam moved in together around the sixth month of their relationship; and out of the flats they’d shared with Franny and Frank; they couldn’t bear the thought of leaving their friends behind. They went out of their way trying to see if the two would room together which, deep down, they knew wouldn’t work out.

Frank was too much of a mess and Franny was far too neurotic.

The fact that their flatmates shared such similar names became an inside joke for the couple, pretty much as soon as Heather and Liam first talked about their home life, back when they were still getting to know each other. They figured a ‘Francis’ and a ‘Francine’ simply had to get along. It’s just how the universe worked, no? But they knew Frank and Franny could not be any more different, a fact made abundantly clear the first time the two met. Sometimes opposites attract, but this was definitely not the case for their former flatmates.

Not that Heather and Liam ever expected them to fall head over heels for each other, but they had hoped against hope the two could get along well enough to move in together, based on their mutual connection to the couple. Unfortunately, their former flatmates couldn’t even be left alone in a room together for too long.

Frank had eloquently communicated his exasperation to Liam after meeting Franny.

“No way I’m fucking moving in with that fucking woman, Liam. Did you hear her complain about my belching when you two were in the kitchen? She called me a ‘barn creature’, Liam! Sounded like my fucking mum! Two hours is all I need to know that the lass needs to a proper fucking to calm her fucking nerves, mate. She’s more fucking uptight than a nun in a fucking brothel. Fuck me.”

The fact Heather and Liam made Franny cum her brains out on a regular basis was not something Frank was aware of. It would’ve blown his small mind to tiny bits, and volunteering that information would’ve invited too many questions which Liam was not willing to answer for his charmingly simple friend.

With a tactful choice, Liam simply agreed with him, knowing Franny did have a habitual need to control situations. It was a habit of hers which could only be temporarily suspended while taking control of the curvy girl during sex.

So, Frank decided he’d move out on his own, claiming çapa escort it had been a long-time coming, anyway.

“I need to live on my own, mate. We been living together since we were kids, and I’d fucking kill for you. But living on your own’s the kind of thing a man should do before his fucking 30s, innit? I think I’ll go to fucking Belfast. I get along better with those folk anyway. Everyone’s a cunt here in London.” He’d told Liam.

Frank did make it to Ireland, though he ended up finding new flatmates before long. A rowdy group of young guys, all of them British and every single one a Chelsea fan, of course.

Franny had also made it abundantly clear what she thought of Frank, stating that, if he disappeared, it would be no great loss even if he’d been a good mate of Liam’s in the past.

“You know, if I’d met Liam and Frank at the same time, I would’ve told you to never date him. That’s how bad Frank is. That’s how bad he makes Liam look. Every other word is ‘fuck’, ‘fucker’ or ‘fucking’. Good Lord, Heather!”

When Franny found out he’d decided on moving to Ireland, she told Heather ‘good riddance. Now Liam will make better friends, when he can bring them home to you instead of that hooligan!’

Heather found it hard to disagree, even though she liked Frank well enough. He was simply too much of a wild card. Unless there was a footie match, there was no telling what they’d walk into when they went to Liam’s house.

Smoking copious amounts of weed? Passed out drunk and naked on the living room couch? Cooking up bangers and mash for a girl asleep in his bed? Putting together a 1500-piece puzzle on the dining table? It was always a surprise with Frank.

So, Franny gave up the apartment she had shared with Heather and moved in with two random women. A lesbian couple, Mackenzie and Patricia. Mac and Patti.

McPatty.

After Franny moved in with them, she was quick to let Heather and Liam know that she’d met two of their ‘kindred spirits’, citing the vengeful return of her lack of sleep since moving in with the girls. Mac and Patti were perpetually randy and very, very loud.

Eventually, Franny’s sleepless nights seemed to disappear as McPatty began taking her into their bed and tiring her out. Heather and Liam were happy to hear that.

The competition between Heather and Liam’s beds, over which one would get to see the most use, ended up not even being close. By the time Frank had begun salivating every time Heather entered the room, Liam knew that they’d best keep their activities sequestered to Heather and Franny’s flat most days. But that was part of the reason why Heather and Liam moved out. They knew they couldn’t keep imposing on Franny like that, even if she did end up joining them more than half the time.

So, the two of them were relieved to know Franny wasn’t going without a regular ‘proper fucking’, as Frank had put it, even if Heather and Liam weren’t spending most of their nights with her anymore.

McPatty seemed like a polyamorous dream couple, too. Not only were they very obviously in love; having been engaged for a few months by the time Franny had moved in with them; they also took great pains to make Franny feel at home, despite the fact it was known they’d only taken a new flatmate for a short year or two, initially. Now, it seemed McPatti had extended Franny an open invitation to stay indefinitely, if not permanently. Franny ended up becoming a big part of their life – as much as she was for Heather and Liam even though, at first, Mac and Patti just wanted some extra money to go on a month-long honeymoon after their wedding…

The same honeymoon they had come back from just a few days ago, in fact, something which Franny reminded Heather and Liam as they set up a playlist of music for the party.

“Oh, McPatty told me to say that they’re very excited to see you guys, and they’re gonna try to show up a few minutes early to catch up. They brought you two a gift from San Francisco, apparently. They should be here soon.”

The two women showed up just a half hour after Franny’s arrival. The party wouldn’t really begin until everyone was there, but Mac and Patti always had a rather festive aura about them. They got things started as soon as they arrived.

The night Franny introduced Heather and Liam to McPatty was very eventful: full of drinks and food; laughter and tears; lots of fucking. It was only natural that the five of them enjoyed each other’s company, especially during fun times like what the coming party was promising to be.

When they arrived, both women hugged Heather and Liam tightly, wished them a very happy first anniversary, and handed them a gift-wrapped box.

“Can we open it now?” Liam asked eagerly.

“Oh, of course, especially with Franny here.” Mac responded in that Californian vocal fry which the couple had missed so much.

“Oh, Lord.” Franny rolled her eyes, rightly expecting the box contained something outrageous.

“Yeah, Mac nearly pulled my arm out of the socket when she etiler escort dragged me across the store to look at this thing.” Patti said with a chuckle. “It’s mostly for Heather, but trust me, we bought it with Liam in mind. I’m sure Franny will make good use of it, too.” She winked at Franny.

“We’re sure you’ll all love it.” Mac summarized.

“You two are so lovely!” Heather replied. “I can’t wait! Open it, Liam!”

When he did, laughter broke out in the room. All five of them laughing for different reasons: Franny mostly out of nervous shock. Heather laughed with excitement. Mac cackled like an evil genius, obviously very happy she thought of buying them this gift. Liam and Patti laugh because of the inside joke they shared.

In his hands, Liam held a box containing an 11-inch strap-on, with harness included. It was very life-like, complete with a set of testicles, veins, thick bell-end, and very obviously matching Heather’s creamy white skin as closely as possible. Hand-written in big, bold letters on a sticky note, could be read a message from each woman: ‘Saw this and thought of you two sluts.- Mac’ and, below that… ‘Mine is STILL bigger than yours.- Patti’

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“Franny says she thinks they’re in their early 30s, so not much older than us.” Heather said as they drove up to dinner at Franny’s new home. They were going to meet her new flatmates, Mackenzie and Patricia, or Mac and Patti, as Franny had said they preferred to be called.

“She thinks? Okay.” Liam chuckled. “Franny’s not one to bother with details, is she?”

“Oh, come on, you know that’s not right. I think she just focuses on other kinds of detail. She may not know how old you are, Liam, but she knows how to draw your cock from memory.” Heather replied.

They burst out laughing, recalling a time when Franny did exactly that. She had been proud to show them, in fact, and even had Liam strip down, then pulled him off until he was erect. All just so she could compare her drawing to it.

“Fair enough. Did she tell you anything about them?” Liam asked.

“Um… oh! Yes! Patti can be intimidating, apparently. ‘She’s a very big girl’, is what Franny said.”

“Ooooo-kay?” Liam tilted his head like a confused dog as he spoke. Heather giggled.

“I don’t know what she meant by ‘very big girl’ but I’m pretty sure Franny’s intimidated by any lesbian.”

“Babe… c’mon, you’re making her sound homophobic.” Liam shook his head.

“Noooo, I’m making her sound out of her depth, which she definitely is when it comes to interacting with lesbians. I’ve seen her walk on eggshells when I brought a few home.”

“Ou, a few? Like… at the same time?” Liam raised his eyebrows suggestively.

“No. Different instances, unfortunately. That’s a nice idea, though. Either way, Franny reacted the same every time, even in passing conversation with them. She doesn’t know what to say, doesn’t know how to act… it’s kind of adorable.”

“Okay, well Franny isn’t the easiest person to get to know. I think she only started feeling at ease around me after I asked her about her art.”

“Yeah. Well, all that to say… she’s not homophobic. Trust me, Franny’s gonna be eating these girl’s pussies for breakfast in a few weeks’ time.”

“Alright, alright.” Liam laughed. “And what about Mac?”

“She didn’t say anything about Mac, other than she’s American. I’m gonna guess… quiet nerd.” Heather said playfully.

“Huh. Okay. I’m gonna say… former posh bitch.” Liam placed his bet.

“Ooouuu, you’re on, handsome!”

“They have posh bitches in America, right?”

“Hah. I’m sure they call them something else, love.”

“Probably. So, what are the stakes? Something deliciously fun, I hope?”

“Morning blowjobs every weekend for the next month?” She proposed, sounding more than a little happy with herself.

“And if I lose?” He looked at Heather excitedly.

“Hmmm… morning blowjobs every weekend for the next month?” She bit her lip and looked at him suggestively.

“Fuck… I don’t deserve you.” He smiled from ear to ear.

“Yes, you do. You deserve the best… and you got it, slut.” She winked at him theatrically.

“I love a woman who’s full of herself.”

“Oh, I am.”

“Wanna be full of me, slut?” He winked back at her, mimicking the same overacted gesture.

As always, the two made each other laugh, reliably, through cheap sex jokes. They were still giggling as they parked the car.

“Got the wine, babe?” Liam asked.

“Yup. Got the sausage?”

“Sausage?” Liam looked at her, very confused. She put on her comically lecherous face, bringing out more laughter.

“I love y–“

“Can’t park here!” a voice, accompanied by a heavy knock on the passenger side window, interrupted Liam mid-sentence. Heather actually let out a yelp of surprise.

“Oh, God!” She said as she looked out the window, into the steely, blue eyes of a woman.

“Ha. Sorry I startled you. Liam, right?” The woman looked right past Heather to ask him. He simply fatih escort nodded at her, still a bit surprised. “I’m Patti. I’m gonna show Heather in. You can drive up just down a little down the street and park there. This here is our neighbour’s spot. The old cunt’ll have a conniption if he sees someone parked here when he gets home, from whatever fucking circle of hell he’s managing tonight.” She laughed at her own joke.

“Oh… o-okay. Sorry about that!” He replied, still a bit too shaken from the fright she gave them to laugh along.

“It’s alright, mate, I’ll just show Heather in and then come get you. Coming?” She finished saying while shifting her attention to Heather.

“A-alright.” Heather stammered at the sight of Patti’s blue eyes fixed on hers. “I’ll… see you soon, babe.” Heather said, looking over to him. They’re both still a bit wide-eyed. They gave each other a quick kiss and Heather stepped out of the car after Patti opened the door for her.

“Well, hello, Heather. Nice to meet you.” She said, offering a handshake.

“Hi, Patti! Pleasure’s all mine.” Heather said excitedly, eyes growing even wider as she craned her neck to look up at the woman’s face. Heather shook her hand, which she couldn’t decide whether it was simply bigger than Liam’s or stronger. Maybe both, she considered.

A funny though then occurred to Heather: she couldn’t remember if she’s ever shaken Liam’s hand. She kind of wanted to, then, if for no other reason than to compare.

Liam couldn’t help himself – he took a long look at Patti, too. Since the woman was no longer bent over to look into the car, he couldn’t even see her chest. Patti was all legs.

Franny’s assertion that Patti is a ‘very big girl’ was one hell of an understatement. The raven-haired woman has to be 2 meters tall. She was wearing a very thin and tight tank-top along with a fashionable pair of shorts which show that those bulging, muscular thighs are not the only sculpted feature of hers. Patti’s abdominals were just barely noticeable through the thin fabric of her top, which was stretched tight around her torso. Her biceps and traps are huge, and even her shoulders, though not as naturally broad as a man’s, have a supple definition which would have put most guys to shame.

Heather leaned back down to look at Liam.

“See you soon, love!” She said. It was just an excuse for her to give him a look. A look that said ‘holy fuck, holy fuck, holy fuck…’ and nothing else. Liam nodded at her, unable to take his eyes off of what little he could see of Patti from his position.

“See you soon…” He said and forced his eyes forward.

Liam drove off, and Heather followed the statuesque girl into the flat, making note that Patti’s tank-top gave a very generous show of her tanned white skin. Patti’s shorts weren’t nearly as tight, but they still managed to give Heather a good idea of how sculpted her arse is. She’s sure Patti would have had a very ample behind at some point in her life, were it not trimmed down to near-zero fat into a set of hard glutes, which retained much of their God-given curvature.

“So… you two are bit overdressed, no?” Patti said, looking back over her shoulder. It was a pointless formality, since Patti would have had to be an owl to see Heather standing over a foot below her.

“Or you’re underdressed, Patti.” Heather said a bit too comfortably, before she’d even realized it was out of her mouth. She immediately chastised herself, though she shouldn’t have.

“Ha! I knew you’d be a spitfire from what Franny’s told us about you.” Patti laughed it off. Her voice seemed so at odds with her looks, the sound soft, high-pitched, and comfortably feminine. Her laugh was very pleasing, too, gentle and airy.

“Well, thanks!” Heather responded, a bit relieved Patti didn’t take offense.

“Alright, love. Up the stairs and to the right. Franny should be by the door waiting for you. I’m gonna go fetch your boyfriend.”

“Okay! Be gentle with him?” Heather said as she took a couple of steps up, barely coming up to eye-level with the girl.

“Why? Does he break easy?” Patti asked with a tentatively teasing tone.

“I haven’t tried that hard, yet! But what I mean is that he has a thing for beautiful women. Don’t let him fall in love with you.” Heather giggled.

“Oh, God.” Patti said, seeming a bit embarrassed by the implication. “You’re definitely gonna be a fun dinner guest, Heather. Haha… um… I’ll be right back!” She said hurriedly and left to go find Liam.

Heather couldn’t help but watch her go. Patti’s awkward response did nothing to make her seem less confident, but it removed any intimidation Heather felt. Patti immediately struck her as a sweetheart.

Down the street, Liam was chuckling to himself. He was thinking about Franny’s description of Patti. Now, it all seemed very fitting, especially the ‘intimidating’ part. When he started walking back towards the flat, he could already see Patti coming towards him. ‘Big dick energy’ he thought to himself, quoting something young Naomi had once described to him. Everything’s big about Patti, even her strides. The only things which didn’t seem huge about her were her hair, which was cut to just below the ears, and her tits, which are just big enough to make her well-developed pecs look feminine.