"Hey Jerome," Mara smiled as he walked into her room. Mara had been alone in her bedroom, Joy and Patricia were out, who knows where? And Mara put her book down, turning to look at the clock, it was only 5, but it was almost pitch black outside. Classic Winter. She stood up, frowning when she saw Alfie behind him. Jerome and Alfie stepped inside, closing the door behind them. Mara's eyes flitted to her blond boyfriend for a moment, in wonder. Jerome always came to see her in the evening, to talk, play, go for a walk, watch a movie, do homework, just to be with her. And he had never brought Alfie along. Not that Mara would ever say anything "…hi Alfie,"

Alfie grinned at her "Hey Mars,"

Mara's eyes widened, 'Mars' only Alfie and Mick ever called her that. And it brought back unwanted memories of the other blond haired boy she had once loved. Who was now fast asleep on the other side of the world. Their love may have faded, but their memories never would. And they had so many memories, all of them swimming around Mara Jaffray's intelligent mind. Jerome picked up on what she was feeling immediately, and wrapped an arm around her, and said, trying to get her mind off things

"Jaffray," Jerome said quickly "Alfie and Amber broke up,"

Mara looked up in shock, pushing away her own problems, she ran over to Alfie, touching his arm reassuringly "Oh Alfie! Don't worry! I'm sure sh-"

"I dumped her Mara." Alfie cut in, not able to contain his smile. Mara turned to Jerome who stood watching her carefully, almost…analysing her. His blue eyes flickering up and down her body, the way she was moving, watching her lips, what she was saying, how she was saying it. And her eyes.

"Oh." Mara managed, moving over to her bed and sitting down, as Jerome moved to stand beside Alfie. She looked up at the two best friends and arched her eyebrow as she tucked some black hair behind her ear. "Um…was there something you particularly wanted when you came in here….?" Mara trailed off, watching them.

They both answered at the same time.

"Yes." Alfie stated, nodding his head, just as Jerome shook his head

"No."

Alfie turned to Jerome "But I thought you said yes-"

"She's not up for it. She won't do it. It's ridiculous, we haven't even discussed it." Jerome shook his head firmly "I don't even think I'm comfortable."

"But you promised," Alfie pouted, stomping his feet lightly "Sharing, remember?"

"Yeah," Jerome thought about it "And it could be pretty fun."

"You couldn't do it on your own-"

"You'd never have a chance."

Alfie grinned

And in true Lewis and Clarke style, no one had any idea what they were talking about.

"What?" Mara asked, exasperated "What are you two on about?"

Jerome and Alfie stuffed their hands in their pockets, looking at each other at the same time, like twins. Mirror Images. "Well," Jerome started, clearing his throat "We…were wondering…if you would be open…to a …three way."

Mara eyes widened in absolute shock, her jaw dropped slightly "A three way?!" she shrieked at the top of her voice. Jerome dived forward immediately, taking her hand and standing her up, placing his hands on her shoulders and rubbing soothingly.

"Relax, Jaffray," he whispered in that very persuasive voice of his. "It'll be great,"

"How on earth can you know that?" she cried, looking up at him "Have you had other three ways with Alfie?!"

Jerome tipped his head to the side and Mara stepped back in shock, only for her back to come into contact with Alfie's chest, she turned, looking up at the tall dark boy who had conveniently placed himself. "Mars," Alfie whispered, raising his hand to brush a few dark locks from her eyes "It'll be fine,"

"But you like Amber." Mara stated dumbly.

"I dumped her." Alfie shrugged "That's that."

"Never really is that's that with Amber," Jerome piped up, Mara spun around, Jerome was closer to her now, there was no space between them. "She wants you when you don't want her, and doesn't want you when you do."

"I know. But if I never want her she can't want me forever, and will end up wanting someone else."

"What?" Mara managed.

Two pairs of eyes looked down at her and Jerome frowned "I'm not sure she can do it," he sighed "I mean, Alfie, I want this to work," he motioned between himself and Mara. Alfie nodded.

"It will man, you have to trust me, alright mate?"

Mara watched Jerome nod, then look down at her, and lean down and press his lips to hers. That was alright. That she was familiar with. Mara Jaffray could handle Jerome Clarke's lips. Their lips moved together very softly, and Jerome hands high up on her waist held her lovingly. And Mara jumped when she felt another pair of hands on his hips, sliding down into her skirt.

She wanted to say something, but Jerome kissed her harder, grazing her bottom lip with his teeth and gaining entrance quickly, his tongue was skilled and for a few moments, she forgot about Alfie, that was, until he said:

"Keep going," he whispered, right into her ear, but he was talking to Jerome, "She's soaking wet,"

She could feel Jerome smile against her lips, but could only shudder as she felt Alfie's fingers rub the outside of her panties. Jerome pulled away once she was out of breath completely, and started kissing along her jaw. "You're so beautiful, Jaffray," he whispered, kissing gently down her neck.

"Oh fuck." Alfie managed. Jerome didn't look up, but kept kissing down her neck, grunting to acknowledge his best friend. "Dude…she's smooth."

Jerome Clarke raised his head at this, eyebrows raised. "She is not." He stated, eyes on his best friend. Alfie Lewis nodded eagerly, and Jerome slid his hands down her hips, below her skirt and into her panties…Mara Jaffray was shaved and perfect. "Jesus Christ, Mara." He growled in a low voice, his fingers running over her lips gently "What are you doing to us?"

Mara's face flushed a deep red, and Jerome dragged his hands up her body, resting them on her shoulders, and leaning down to resume kissing along her neck. She tilted her head back, giving him access as Alfie slid a finger into her.

This had to have been planned.

Mara thought to herself. They were doing everything at the right timing, one distracting her while another one got closer. For as soon as Alfie slid on long finger inside her, Jerome Clarke bit down on her neck, hard.

She cried out, at what, she wasn't sure. And buried her face into Jerome's shoulder, eyes shut tightly. "Glorious," she heard him whispered, as she started to shake, Alfie started pumping into her from behind, now two fingers, up and down nice and slow.

"How come you get to leave a hickey?" Alfie asked, looking at Jerome over her head

"Because you get to finger her," Jerome shrugged as if it were obvious. The two stared at each other for a moment, before Mara was spun round. She placed her hands out onto Alfie's broad shoulders to try and stop herself from stumbling. Not that she would have fallen anyway, Jerome's hands were on her thighs, and Alfie's hands on her hips.

Mara looked up at Alfie, and didn't know what she should be feeling. This was Alfie Lewis. She had never really thought him as anything, an acquaintance maybe. She thought him funny, and charming and sweet. Incredibly persistent, and everyone in the house for some reason had thought him very brave. But she had never seen any sign of his bravery. Of course, he was good looking. But Mara Jaffray had always favoured blonds. He leaned down and pressed his lips softly to hers.

And Mara realised that Alfie and Jerome's kisses were incredibly different, for two people that were so alike. Alfie was soft, so much softer than Jerome, his lips were hesitant, and slow, waiting for her. And Mara couldn't help but be reminded of Mick's kisses. His were like that. She kissed the dark boy back, hands winding around his neck as she pulled him closer to her. Alfie was thrilled at the response, moaning into her eagerly, hands riding her shirt up.

Meanwhile Jerome Clarke was stood behind her, two fingers steadily pumping away and he swore to himself. She was so tight. So incredibly tight, he watched Alfie's hands ride her shirt up higher and watched as more skin was exposed. She was so beautiful. The two of them pulled away gasping and Alfie turned to Jerome, nodding.

Jerome pulled out of Mara and heard her whimper. He held her waist tightly as Alfie brought his head down to the other side of her neck, opposite to where Jerome's hickey was already starting to turn blue. He was holding her tightly because although Alfie was gentle and sweet and all that, in the past, he often…bit a little too hard.

Alfie kissed the spot just above her collar bone, and Jerome tightened his grip again, as Alfie opened his mouth, and pressed his teeth into her. Mara cried out in pain, trying to stand back, but Jerome held her firm, letting Alfie bit harder, his teeth almost piercing her beautiful skin. Alfie pulled his head back, licking gently over his hickey, and examining his art work.

"You done?" Jerome asked sarcastically. Alfie ignored his friend, leaning down to nip at the already sore bruise. Mara cried out loudly then, managing to worm her way out of Jerome's firm grasp, she was panting. But Jerome caught her again, glaring at Alfie. "Oh well done." He rolled his eyes, spinning Mara back around towards him. She looked up, head swimming. "You're doing great," he whispered, kissing her forehead.

When suddenly she heard the sound of two zippers being undone.

Oh yes. This had definitely been planned.

To be continued…

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