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All four went downstairs, entering the kitchen just before 9:30 as Emma was reaching into a cupboard for a plethora of cereals, the rest of Kew Branch already seated. There were bowls, milk, sugar, butter, cutlery and plates on the table and three different full toast racks, plus marmalade, jam and other niceties. Mugs too, along with the coffee pot. As the descenders joined the table, conversation headed to the previous night's sleeping arrangements.
"Did everyone sleep all right last night?" Kaye enquired.
"Reasonably. Elle's bed's so comfortable. We must get a memory foam mattress John" replied Mary.
"I bet I know someone who didn't get much sleep. Sherlock" said Em smiling, uttering his name in a sing-song voice.
"Why?" enquired the accused.
"Because it was raining hard, and hard rain really turns Elle on. I remember my brother Kris telling me."
"Well Emma, your brother Kris should not have told you" defended Elle.
"He did not need to Elle. I recall hearing noises off when you were on your own in there too when it rained hard enough! Did the drumming rain remind you of a distant love story?"
"Thanks. Careful Em, secrets are secrets... Anyway Sherlock and I slept perfectly fine... between love making manifested by the beating rhythm of the rain of course!" She stuck out her tongue at her friend. They all laughed.
Everyone enjoyed their breakfast and coffee and chattered generally, Elle catching up on what her friends were doing at work currently and they more about her job and whether she was excited or nervous to be heading back into work after nearly a four-month hiatus.
The eight of them really got on well. Sherlock had liked Ben very much straight away. He was less certain of Tony, but Tony seemed to be the shyest of the group. He and Kaye though, he thought, were well matched. Mary and John appeared as confident with Elle's friends as he was. It had really shown his friends in a new light. They had flourished ever since Elle had invited them to sleep with them overnight, with other people knowing they were doing so.
The table was cleared and mugs taken through to the lounge with the next round of coffees in them. All looked disappointed to see it was still raining hard, so they could not consider a walk around the beautiful avenues of Kew town without potentially getting soaked. Conversation drifted towards the jobs of the men. Ben explained he was in Finance and worked at Canary Wharf, but where and what kind of level he did not divulge. Potentially Sherlock knew he could be a millionaire banker but was not likely to reveal such a thing in relatively new company.
Tony mentioned casually that he worked in Trafalgar Square. John, Mary and Elle were immediately thinking of one of the museums or somewhere like that, but it was Sherlock who said "Canada House?"
"Yes, that's right. Did my accent give me away? [Sherlock nodded.] God, I have lived here over twelve years as well, you would think it would be less obvious now."
"It is only obvious to Sherlock, Tony. He really is the world's biggest know-it-all."
"Thanks Elle. I love you too!" Sherlock grimaced.
"Well, none of us had picked up on a Canadian accent. Where in Canada were you originally from?"
"I was born and raised in Ottawa, but moved to Montreal to be near my siblings after our parents passed. My brothers are both in Europe now, one in Switzerland - Cern - smart-arse, you would like him Sherlock, and the other is based in Strasbourg. A Canadian working for the European Union. Only my brother could get that kind of gig."
"I bet mine could. Now he really is a know-it-all. We'll see him later this evening. How often do you and your brothers get together?" asked Sherlock, interested.
"I was in Strasbourg with them both over Easter. We try and see each other at least a couple of times a year, you know, around Easter and Christmas, if possible. Kaye was supposed to come with me in April but she was so ill she had to stay with her mother who's a nurse at Kingston hospital. You?" Elle and Sherlock glanced at one another fleetingly. Another time, another conversation. A reminder again of her birthday.
"I work occasionally for mine so our paths cross regularly."
John explained his past history of being in the army and doubling up now as a friendly locum in the City, or Sherlock's trusty sidekick. Sherlock did not need to explain what he did. They knew all about him from his blog, John's blog and other information the girls had genned up on him once it was known he was Elle's lover.
John suddenly yawned very demonstrably and excused himself. Mary jabbed him in the ribs gently but enough for others to notice. "I'm sorry. I cannot help yawning. I had a disturbed night."
"That's a shame John, because I slept really well. Did you not like the memory foam mattress?"
"The mattress was great. I was just a bit too aware of sleeping in the same bed as another couple."
"Sorry John. Perhaps we would have been better in the other bedroom after all. Did Sherlock and Elle disturb you?" The husband and wife chat fascinated the room.
"Sherlock and Elle are remarkable in bed" said John in a dead-pan voice. "They get comfortable on their side of the mattress, not even taking up half the bed, wrapped around one another and laterally don't move. Quite amazing. I was just aware of them being there, and did not relax totally."
"You tend to choose your words carefully John, why did you stress laterally, or did you mean literally?" Sherlock asked before realising his questioning would turn attention back on him.
"No, I meant laterally, Sherlock. You barely move sideways at all. Vertically on the other hand, you never seemed to stop! [Sherlock's hand covered his eyes, grinning, head shaking.] You really are one randy sod! I guess you feel you're making up for lost time, but three, four times a night? Even on memory foam it was like sleeping on a bouncy castle. [Everyone started to laugh.] However, on a positive your love making electrified us. Thank you for that! And Elle, you're as bad, you set him off, humping half the night. Together, you're the perfect storm: him, catching up on lost years, and her, hormone horny. You must have an insatiable appetite for him?" Giggles from others at the bouncy castle analogy vanished instantly at the thought of the electrifying lovers.
"I love screwing him, if that's what you're asking. We just love touching one another, being physically together. I can't help myself." She smiled irreverently, then looked directly at Sherlock and her eyes dilated. "Do you blame me? He's a human work of art" she whispered. Her friends noticed her eyes, Kaye actually gasped. Elle bit her lower lip suggestively. Sherlock tried but could not help smirking, stretching, then running his fingers through his own hair.
Ben spoke next, quite quietly. "You really are a beautiful man Sherlock. I could fancy a bit of you myself." No-one was quite sure how serious Ben was, though he was grinning stupidly.
"Don't you all pick on me. I've had that once this morning!" None of Kew branch understood his loose words thankfully, they must have thought he meant them picking on him verbally.
"Who did those very loud groans belong to?" asked Tony.
"I'm afraid they were me" Sherlock confirmed.
"How about you two electrifying it for all of us?" enquired Emma, softly.
"What? How?" Elle was curious what her best friend was thinking.
"All eight of us in one room, yours as it's the biggest, and let nature take its course as we talk and cuddle together."
"I don't think so."
"You did say you wanted to make new memories here."
"An orgy wasn't what I had in mind."
"We could play 'Truth or Dare'" offered Ben, trying to show allegiance to his girlfriend.
"That game's always dangerous, and inevitably sexual" piped Sherlock, defending Elle's negative stance, remembering the version of 'Truth' over Easter and what that led to.
"Look, we could play it totally randomly: we have an octahedron die. We could each choose a number, one of us starts, selecting the category first, odd will be Truth, even Dare, then roll the die again to see who to question. Once they've answered the person questioned rolls next to see which category and then who is going to be asked the following question, and so on."
"Seems like you've really thought about this Kaye" submitted Elle, impressed.
"Well, we've played it that way with the four of us having two numbers each but with eight, well, it should be even more fun and more random. No boundaries. Let's plan to make it sexual then we all know where we're at. Everyone is allowed one 'cluck'. [She explained quickly.] A 'cluck' being the noise you make when you will not answer a Truth or do a Dare, you know, if you feel it's too personal. Use it wisely though. Often clucking leads to even tougher questioning. Go on. It's raining - really hard - Elle."
"Oh shut up about the bloody rain." Elle smiled as Sherlock raised an eyebrow. This plan was agreed, Kaye went and fetched the die, shaker and a tray to throw in as the rest made their way into Elle's room, curtains drawn, squishing up on the made bed, then they allocated numbers randomly: 1 - Ben; 2 - Sherlock; 3 - Mary; 4 - John; 5 - Kaye; 6 - Elle; 7 - Tony; and 8 - Em. As she came in with the die, all agreed Kaye should roll first; it was an odd number (3) so Truth: then she rolled a 1.
"Ben, roughly how many lovers have you had, male and female, if you have had both?"
"Not exactly sure - have not notched the bedpost so to speak - but I would guess somewhere near 20. None male, except the occasional kissing and fumbling with Tony when us four play together." Ben now rolled - odd, then a 6. "Elle, is it true you're better at hand jobs with your left hand, and if yes, why?"
"Oh gosh. Perhaps you ought to ask Sherlock that, but yes, I think it is true, [Sherlock nodded] and it is because of Kris. He loved it, and as he slept to my right, my left hand got more practise." Not wanting to expand on this in front of her dead lover's twin, or her newer lover for that matter, she rolled the die quickly: an odd number again, then 4. "Doctor John, is there any danger in having an overactive sex life?"
"Not so long as you're careful. You know, staying within the boundaries of one partnership is safest, using suitable contraception where needed. If you do spread yourself further, use proper protection - condoms in other words, not oral or IUDs etc. Stay hydrated, drink lots of water or weak tea. Keep yourself clean and healthy and enjoy. Be careful not to make your partner too sore [he flicked an eyebrow]. There are no regulations that say the body can only take so much sex per month or you and Sherlock would use your quota in the first few days, if that's what you're concerned about. Your sex life with Sherlock is extreme, but not unique." Elle grinned. The doctor had been very informative, and guessed the thinking behind her question. A throw of die, another odd and then 3. "Oh. Mary. What can I ask my wife I don't know the answer to? I know. How long is it going to take for you to conceive my child now you're off the pill?" Elle gasped, Sherlock smiled looking at his friend.
"Well that's one way of telling our friends our intentions. I don't know the answer either John. Less time if we have more sex I guess. I'm afraid I don't believe any food, particular position, or set dates in the cycle makes any difference. It will happen when it happens, if we are blessed." Elle reached across and squeezed Mary's hand. Finally an even roll for a Dare question, and who will it be.... number 6. "Well, Elle. We all saw you stretch last night doing some sort of yoga positions before Sherlock gave you a massage. Just how flexible are you? Demonstrate."
Elle climbed off the bed, pausing to think, bent from her hips forwards and touched the floor with flat hands, pulling her head then to touch her straight knees; rising she put her right foot on the wall, then slid it upwards until she was nearly in a vertical split. Dropping her leg back down she walked slightly away from the wall then using her hands, leaned backwards, crabbed down it until her hands retouched the floor, the arch in her back significant. Moving away from the wall she threw one arm upwards whilst pushing off the floor with the other and stood back up, straightened herself out, sat back on the bed next to Sherlock and picked up the shaker. They all looked impressed. She rolled a 5, then a number 6. "I cannot ask myself a question I don't know." About to roll again Kaye stopped her.
"No, wait. Sorry, I should have said. If you roll your own number after Truth, everyone has to answer your question, including you."
"Oh great, now I need to think of something. [She tried to think of something suitable.] OK. What is everyone's favourite sex position? Answer in pair order."
Ben: Missionary, me on top.

Em: Missionary, him on top.

Tony: Missionary, me on top.

Kaye: Doggy style.

John: Missionary, me on top.

Mary: Missionary, him on top.

Sherlock: Missionary, Elle on top.

Elle: Missionary, him on top.
Elle and Sherlock caught each other's eyes, then shrugged. "That explains the state of our sheets!" expressed the detective.
Elle rolled again. 3 for odd and Truth, then 2. "Oh, damn. A question for you then Sherlock. What has been the most sexually fulfilling aspect of our relationship so far?" The whole room was suddenly very attentive.
"There have been so many. Making love so often, finding I could make love so often, especially in a short space of time, thinking of your birthday for instance. Oral has to be up there. Maybe, though, I think it's probably the consent we have given each other. One pleasure stands out more than any, being woken with sex. It really is the most incredible feeling and I would recommend it to anyone, and either way!" A huge smile on his face, he threw a 1, followed by a 6. "Damn! Now a question for you! Is this die loaded? In the time we've been together what has shocked or surprised you about yourself?"
"Interesting. There's a few again: the multiple orgasm thing, having never had that before and it starting on our first love making session springs to mind, though on few the occasions I have been restricted to one it has been fantastic. You finding I ejaculate was definitely a surprise [Em's jaw positively dropped]: I thought that was a myth until you told me I did it. And... being able to totally lose control to you ["And vice versa" Sherlock gifted], that's really extraordinary." Her voice drifted off, the friends all looking shocked, as the die could be heard in the shaker again. Elle threw a 5, followed by another 5. "Kaye, what makes you enjoy doggy style so much?"
"I love the depth of penetration and the noises Tony makes when we do it. Also the variety of being able to do it on all fours, lying on your side or standing, leaning against or over something." Intrigue on many faces looked at her, including lots of raised eyebrows.
The die was thrown twice more: another 1 then another 5. Kaye glanced at Elle then said "My question for all then: one answer each couple, how many blow jobs have you shared? Between Tony and I over the last two and a half years, 35 maybe 40. He's really not that keen. Maybe it's because I'm not that good. I really lack confidence." Elle thought it was probably good it had not worked out with Tony if he was 'not that keen' on blow jobs! Calculations ensued between pairs.
"Over our three years together, we're guessing about 70 maybe. More recently, for some reason" explained John looking firstly to his wife then winking at his best friend and his lover.
"Again over three years, we think about 70 too" said Em. All eyes turned to Sherlock and Elle.
"In the last two and a half months with Sherlock? I don't know, maybe 15-20... [the group seemed surprised, Sherlock confused] give or take another 80 or so!" She flicked her eyebrows grinning, flushing bright red. Everyone stared at her. "Oh, crap, I can't help it... I love it... And he responds so well to my attention." She smiled at him. Again he struggled not to look totally smug.
"Are you serious Elle? Over a hundred in less than three months?" Elle bit her bottom lip looking slightly guilty at Tony's verbal estimate, so different to how Sherlock looked.
"Don't try and calculate a daily rate, it doesn't work like that" said Sherlock calmly. "Some days she hardly touches me, and others..." He grinned again, eyes closing.
"Surely you can't always ejaculate?" probed Ben, now asking the question on everyone's mind.
"No, not always."
"How many have you had since we parted last night?"
"Just three so far [the whole room looked absolutely astounded by this confession - "Just three!" Ben had shrieked], but it could have been more. I have known Elle drift off with her head on my stomach before now and I feel her lips touching my cock when she is, actually, fast asleep. They seem to be inextricably drawn to one another like a moth and a flame."
Even Elle looked surprised at this revelation. "Really? Is that true?" Sherlock nodded. "Am I the moth or flame?" He shrugged, beaming.
Kaye shook the die in the shaker again and rolled: a 1 then an 8. "Em, do you still enjoy partner swapping?"
"Gosh yes. I think it takes our relationship beyond close, and love how it has developed between the four of us. I would, however, be happy to integrate others, maybe physically less so, into our merry band, if they were willing..." Her eyes flashed towards all the Baker Street clan. Em threw the die, flushing. A 1, followed by a 2. "Sherlock, does being here hold emotional feelings for you as it was the place you first made love to Elle?"
"Yes, of course. The house, this room. It is difficult to believe it is only two and a half months ago Elle and I first made love here on that cold, bright mid-March afternoon. So much has happened since yet, in another breath, it feels like yesterday. The memories are so vivid. My whole outlook on life has changed, all because of the love of a girl. I like the man I've become, as do a lot of others who didn't particularly like the pre-Elle Sherlock. God, Elle, I love you." The room fell totally silent.
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