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Fleur bent slightly to face Gabrielle, giving him an even better view of her breasts. "Not surprised," she said to Gabrielle. "Daphne is so lonely in that big house." She affectionately squeezed his arm before straightening up, blocking a view he'd never forget. She bestowed a sweet, knowing smile on him and trailed her thumb across the back of his neck.
Gabrielle watched the entire scene as if it were the most natural thing in the world. "I told Harry the same thing. I wish we could help her."
"Not exactly a damsel in distress," Bill chimed in, entering the conversation despite his nose still buried in his phone. "Bob is worth millions. Most people would kill for Daphne's lifestyle. I don't pity her." Fleur rolled her eyes and returned to the kitchen. "Money doesn't buy you love."
Bill scoffed and pocketed his phone. "Doesn't matter." He stood up and put on his coat. "I've got to go, kids. Maybe one day I'll be rich enough for Fleur to experience the same loneliness." He finished his coffee in one last gulp and left the kitchen without a word.
Once the door closed, Gabrielle leaned in and whispered, "If you ever act like that around me again, I'll kill you."
Fleur seemed to not hear him, ignoring his exit and opening a carton of eggs. One by one, she cracked three eggs into a bowl and added a splash of milk. She glanced towards the kitchen door, as if to make sure Bill had really left. "Guess who I ran into in the garage yesterday."
"Tracey?" he asked.
"Bingo," said Fleur. "I can't even mention her name around Bill, or his cheeks turn red."
"What happened?" Gabrielle asked.
"She was very sweet," Fleur said. "She helped me with the groceries and asked about you." Gabrielle's eyes widened. "Me?"
Fleur nodded. "She wanted me to convey how sorry she is about that night and hopes you and Harry have made up."
He looked at Gabrielle, and guilt washed over her face. "That was nice of her."
Fleur nodded. "I think she's planning a peace offering because she asked me what wine you like."
"Wow," Gabrielle said, looking at him. "I feel so guilty. This whole thing was so stupid anyway." "Yeah," he said. "Tracey is a good person."
"Maybe I should apologize," Gabrielle said. "Did you tell her about Bill's collection of pictures?" he asked.
Fleur burst out laughing, tossing the egg mixture onto the pan. "God, no. Can you imagine?"
"I'll drop by after work," Gabrielle said. "We don't have to be enemies." She reached out, squeezed his hand, and closed her eyes. "Right?"
"Yes," he said, then leaned in and kissed her. Gabrielle sat back and let out a long sigh. "I'll fix everything with her. I promise." She turned to Fleur. "But I don't want to do anything that makes you uncomfortable. If Tracey is a touchy subject for Bill, maybe it's better if she doesn't come over."
Fleur shook her head. "Bill swore up and down that Tracey means nothing to him. I think he's full of it, and I'm tempted to shake some sense into that tree."
"It might blow up in your face," he said. "Remember the last time?"
Fleur shrugged. "Better to know now than later." She flipped the eggs and continued cooking, while Gabrielle stood and put her plate in the sink. "I've got to run." She leaned in to kiss Fleur's cheek and then whispered something he couldn't hear, both of them giggling, and Gabrielle glanced back at him over her sister's shoulder.
"What's with all the whispering?"
He stood up and hugged her when she reached him. "I love you, babe. Have a great day and good luck with the presentation. Message me and let me know how it goes."
Gabrielle wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him on the lips. "Study hard at school and don't kill yourself during the run. Love you."
They held each other tightly before Gabrielle grabbed her work bag and left.
He sat back down and turned the chair sideways to watch Fleur finish cooking the scrambled eggs. Her breasts still sang and danced, bouncing beneath her blouse, while his cock stretched, fully filling his shorts. His stomach fluttered nervously. It was the first time they were alone since he moved in, and suddenly he was tongue-tied. He watched in silence as she cooked, the awkwardness stretching before them.
Fleur slid the eggs onto the plate, setting them before him. "Salt and pepper are on the table."
Harry picked up his fork and pushed the plate of steaming eggs in front of him. "Thanks for breakfast."
Fleur pulled Bill's chair closer to hers and sat so close their knees touched. She watched the eggs while twirling a strand of blonde hair around her finger. "So..."
Harry took a bite and looked at her. The way her blue eyes stared directly into him made him feel incredibly vulnerable. "So..."
Fleur smiled nervously, her gaze trailing down his chest and to the bulge in his shorts before meeting his eyes. "Did you enjoy the show?"
He shifted in his seat and furrowed his brow. "Is this some kind of loyalty test?"
Fleur burst into laughter. "What are you talking about?"
"I love Gabrielle," Harry said. "Even though you're incredibly hot."
She tilted her head to the side and grinned mischievously. "What do my boobs have to do with you loving Gabrielle?"
"I feel guilty," he confessed, looking down at her breasts where her hard nipples worked against the thin cotton like miner's picks. "But Merlin, they're beautiful." He sighed with longing, and Fleur laughed.
"I can stop if it makes you uncomfortable."
"Never, ever stop," Harry said. "I enjoy the banter."
Fleur chuckled, sat back, and pressed her breasts together. The cotton material pressed between her ample...
After three sessions and an eight-mile run, Harry's phone buzzed with an incoming text message.
Gabrielle: Let's meet in the jacuzzi. I miss you. (Heart emoji)
Sweat dripped from his body. The jacuzzi meet-up wasn't exactly what he had in mind. But then again, any chance to see Gabrielle's nearly naked body was an opportunity he wouldn't willingly pass up.
He headed for the residential building and stripped down to his running shorts, quickly heading into the shower to at least soap up and rinse off. When he entered the pool deck, he was met with a shock of a lifetime.
In the hot tub, Gabrielle was chatting with Tracey. Both women were seated across from each other, smiles on their beautiful faces, before Gabrielle burst into laughter.
Harry Potter's jaw dropped as he stood still, staring at them, too stunned to move. Beside him, water splashed against his ankle, and he looked down to see a burly guy in his thirties, lazily circling the pool.
Gabrielle turned and noticed him, a wide smile lighting up her perfect face. "Hey, babe. Come in."
Tracey grinned at him and winked. "Bonjour, Harry—"
He left his swim trunks to their own devices and crossed the pool deck until he reached the hot tub.
Both girls had their hair pulled back into tight, sleek ponytails. Gabrielle was wearing a white bikini, her perky breasts snugly nestled in the cups. Tracey had on a red bikini that looked like it hung on a thread. Her large breasts were squeezed into a tight bra, with a hint of skin showing below.
"Is it safe to come in?" Harry asked, looking between them.
They both laughed before Gabrielle answered. "We officially buried the hatchet."
"Oui," Tracey chimed in. "Gabrielle and I are on good terms."
Harry stepped into the hot tub, the warm water soothing his sore muscles. "Right on the spot." As he settled onto the bench, Gabrielle curled up beside him and gently kissed his cheek. She wrapped her arm around his waist, hugging him close. "How was your run?"
"Hot," he said. "But it's an incredible feeling." He sighed and turned to Gabrielle, finding her lips waiting for his. He kissed her again, brushing a strand of her damp, dark hair from her cheek. "How did the presentation go?"
"Great," she said, beaming. "We landed that account."
"Congratulations," he said. "I know how hard you worked." He turned to Tracey. "Tell me you didn't ditch me for another gym partner."
Tracey's plump, pink lips glistened with the steam rising from the bubbling pot. She had an angelic face, looking sexy with her hair pulled back and her ample breasts gleaming with water. Tracey laughed and shook her head. "Nope. Swam today. Smiling brightly, she added, "Gabrielle and I swam together."
"Since when do you swim?" Harry asked, turning to Gabrielle.
"I don't, but neither does Tracey, so we're learning together," Gabrielle said.
"Wow," he said. "If you need any pointers, let me know. I'd be happy to assess your form."
Shielded by the bubbling water, Gabrielle slid her hand down his rippling abdomen and dipped her fingers into his shorts, playfully rotating his thick cock between her thumb and index finger.
He flinched slightly, and the surrounding water splashed. He did everything in his power to ignore it. "Muscle cramps again, damn it."
Gabrielle furrowed her brow. "Is it that spot on the inside of your thigh? I thought you checked that already?"
"Yeah," he said. "Same spot, and no, I didn't check it."
"Let me massage that for you." She slid her hand deeper into his shorts, wrapping her fingers around his shaft, squeezing and gently tugging him to hardness.
"Thanks," he said. His voice pitched higher than intended, and he cleared his throat. "Speaking of workouts, can I convince you to join me for a strength training session tomorrow?" Tracey asked.
Gabrielle continued stroking his cock and furrowed her brow. "That's a big knot." She increased the pressure, moving her hand up and down his shaft, working it as his cock throbbed and expanded in her grip.
A surge of adrenaline shot through his legs, and his cock pulsed as Gabrielle continued her ministrations. "Tomorrow sounds great," he said.
"Tracey and I are hitting a hot yoga class in the morning," Gabrielle said, looking into his eyes. "You don't mind, do you?" She slowed her pace, then tightened her grip on his shaft and quickened the rhythm. "You might want to ease up on the running a bit. I'm worried you might strain something. She squeezed harder and gave him a tender kiss. "Is that better?"
He fought the urge to moan. His cock throbbed and pulsed, and the innocent look on Gabrielle's face brought his climax to the surface. "Much better, and no, I don't mind. It's great." He stared into Gabrielle's eyes, absorbing the soothing green of her irises, while tasting the lingering strawberry flavor of their shared kiss on his lips. His orgasm peaked within her tight grasp, hot cum spilling from his balls, wetting his shorts, and dripping through Gabrielle's fingers. Harry Potter tried to suppress his elation, but his face involuntarily contorted with pleasure. "That should do it," he managed to say.
She kept pumping, expertly milking him, draining his release until he mercifully stopped pulsating. "I'll schedule you for a proper massage."
After the morning frustration in the kitchen, the release was incredible, and his entire body dissolved in the relaxing hot tub. "Make it a couples' massage," he suggested, releasing a deep, soothing sigh.
Gabrielle released his cock and withdrew her hand, leaving his cum trapped in his shorts. "The deal's on. Emma is a trained masseuse. I'll give her a call."
Suddenly, a swimmer emerged from the pool, water dripping from him. His hair covered most of his body, except for a strip on his head. Life was cruel.
The trio stared at the large man as he immersed himself in the warmth, sitting next to Tracey. He smiled at her. "I saw you swimming earlier." Extending his hand, he introduced himself. "I'm Frank Reynolds. I live on the ninth floor."
Tracey shifted slightly away from him but shook his hand. "Nice to meet you. I'm Tracey Davis," she said with a strong accent.
"Oh la la," Frank grinned as if scoring a goal. "You must be a French Brit." He shamelessly gazed at Tracey's mature, glistening breasts, looking at her with desire like a predator.
"She's British," Gabrielle interjected. "I'm Gabrielle, and this is our boyfriend, Harry." Frank's jaw dropped, and his eyes shifted between Gabrielle and Tracey before settling on Harry. "You're dating them both?"
Tracey swam across Harry, sliding under his outstretched arm. Underwater, she grabbed the inside of his thigh, near his cock, and squeezed firmly. "Oui. We're polyamorous." Tracey placed a tender kiss on Harry's cheek and rested her head on his shoulder. Her breasts pressed together as he gazed at her deep neckline. Frank's expression changed. "What does that mean?"
"It means we both love him," Gabrielle stated. She turned Harry's face and placed a gentle kiss on his lips before looking back at Frank. She glanced at Tracey and winked. Tracey surfaced from the water, kissing Harry before their tongues intertwined, rekindling his excitement.
"Damn," Frank muttered, shaking his head and looking at Harry with envy. "How the hell did you pull that off?"
Harry shrugged, pulling Tracey and Gabrielle close. "I guess I got lucky."
With a grunt, Harry lifted the barbell from his chest, exerting his strength. Halfway up, his arms trembled, and he gritted his teeth, pouring energy into the lift.
Tracey hovered over him, her hands just beneath the barbell. "Last one. You got this."
Her pert and juicy buttocks perfectly fit into her black yoga pants. "Maybe I should try bench pressing you?"
Harry wore a loose white tank top, and his shoulders and biceps displayed bulging veins. His cock, erect from an hour of teasing by Tracey, outlined the front of his gray workout shorts like a thick coil. He sat up and leaned against the bar, catching his breath. Tracey sat on the bench, propping herself on its end, facing him. "On the other hand, I might burst a blood vessel, wondering where to put my hands." He let his eyes shamelessly explore her flat stomach and enticing breasts, not hiding his arousal.
Tracey arched her eyebrow and leaned closer, her warm hands landing on his knees. "It's part of the fun," she suggested. "If I were naked, you'd have something to hold onto." With a deliberate move, she pressed her forearms against her breasts, creating an enticing cleavage.
"If only you'd let me." He shook his head. "You're driving me crazy, Tracey. Where were you all through Hogwarts?"
Tracey sighed with a cheeky expression. "Do it, Harry. I'm ready to explode." His frustration elicited a groan. "What should I do? Just ask Gabrielle for a threesome?"
"Give her more credit," Tracey responded. "She's not sex-shy. The handjob she gave you in the jacuzzi yesterday was proof enough."
"Yeah, that was damn bold."
Tracey chuckled. "It was. Gabrielle sent a clear message. You're hers, and I respect that. I have to admit; it was a gutsy move. And I have to admit, watching you turned me on."
He stared at her impassively, then moistened his lips and sighed. "Damn, it's hot." Tracey ran a finger along one of his bare knees, while her other hand traced the outline of his hard cock in his shorts. "Don't make me wait too long. I'm getting antsy."
Her gentle touch made his cock twitch, and he raised an eyebrow. "Maybe another sauna session wouldn't hurt."
"No." Tracey shook her head. "I love Gabrielle, and I won't betray her this way." A light shade of pink tinged her cheeks as she half-averted her gaze. "Between us, it's more than just sex. I have feelings for you, and I want to explore them without guilt and shame."
Astounded, he stared at her. "Really?"
Tracey giggled. "Absolutely. I don't want to ruin it by upsetting Gabrielle. You and I have something special. I can feel it."
He grabbed her hands and intertwined their fingers. "I have a plan, but I need your schedule. We'll need a free weekend if things align."
Excitement lit up Tracey's emerald eyes. "What's your plan?"
"Je ne te dis pas," he replied, meaning "I won't tell you."
Tracey giggled. "Your French is getting better." She moved closer, pressing her knees against his, playfully toying with his fingers.
He smiled. "I have a great French teacher."
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