Marron is the first to abandon her drink, jumping out of her chair to throw her arms around me.
“Ella Bella!” She squeezes me tightly. “I’m so glad you made it!”
“I’m sorry I’m late.” I say returning the intensity of her hug, feeling the stress of trying to get to this place melt away.
Kyle stands, plants a kiss on my cheek and delivers a hug. “You find it ok?”
“Relatively so.” I laugh, shedding my heavy coat and placing it behind a chair that Marron’s purse is saving for me. It feels amazing to sit still for a moment, to feel my exhaustion dissolve upon seeing familiar faces. I’m here for work and these trips are always whirlwinds bouncing from one engagement to another. “You guys haven’t been here long have you?” I glance at their drinks.
Marron passes a cocktail menu. “Nope, just a few minutes.”
“How does it feel to be famous Ella?” Kyle asks leaning in towards Marron and me.
“Oh please, I’m not famous.” I wave him away. “It’s really nice to be here though, and to see you both.”
I’m finishing up the tail end of a book tour. I’ve been in Manhattan for four days and am going on to Boston in the morning. Marron and Kyle are long-time friends I met in grad school at the Savannah College of Art and Design. Marron was studying sculpture as I was getting my MFA in creative writing. She and Kyle, who is a graphic designer, got married five years ago. Despite my living in San Francisco, we’ve stayed friends.
“Where are you headed next?” Marron asks, leaning back in her chair to include Kyle.
“Boston, D.C., Atlanta and then home for a little bit.” I reply before glancing at the menu.
“You’re skipping the entire middle of the country!” Kyle laughs.
“I already visited the Midwest, thank you very much, and I toured closer to home first.”
Kyle steals a sip of Marron’s drink.
“Hey! Cut that out!” she swats his arm. “He’s always doing that.” she says to me.
“I just want a sip!” he laughs.
“Yeah. His “sips” are gulps, and before I know it, my drink is half gone.” Marron playfully rolls her eyes, reaching for his cocktail taking a demur sip. “See?” she turns to him. “That’s a sip. Most of your drink is still there.”
It’s been nearly two years since I’ve seen them, but neither have changed. I’ve missed their teasing banter and suddenly feel nostalgic for our Savannah years of late nights and long talks.
“What can I get for you?” A bartender with a thick, dark beard and perfectly coiffed side-parted hair asks me, breaking my thoughts.
“Oh, um,” I glance at the extensive menu, choosing the first drink my eyes land on. “A Dark and Stormy please.”
He nods, walks away, leaving the menu.
“So how’ve you been?” I ask Marron as Kyle excuses himself to the restroom.
“Good! Let’s see, I have a show coming up next week that I’m scrambling to get ready for, and a couple of commissions to finish in the next several weeks, plus we’ve moved into another apartment.” Marron gathers her thick hair in both hands, twisting it and tossing it over her shoulder revealing a delicate collarbone framed by the wide neck of her emerald vintage dress. Her glittering blue eyes sparkle even more under the lights shining overhead. I feel like I’m seeing her for the first time. How is it I’m just now recognizing how stunning she is?
“I wish I could come back for your show.”
“Me too! I’ll let you know how it goes.” she crosses her legs, smoothing her dress over her thighs.
Kyle returns and orders another round for him and Marron as my first drink is being delivered.
“I haven’t even finished this one yet!” Marron laughs, holding up her half full glass.
“I know, but they aren’t always the fastest around here.”
“So you moved again?” I say to Kyle to catch him up on our conversation.
“Oh yeah. It’s great. Lots of natural light, and it’s bigger than our last place. We’re mostly settled with a few odds and ends to work out”
I’ve lived in the same apartment for four years, and have no desire to leave and deal with the competitive rental market. Marron and Kyle seem to move every time their lease is up.
“How’s work for going for you?” I ask Kyle. I drink him in the way my eyes just devoured Marron. He is strikingly handsome. His piercing blue-green eyes and shaggy almost black hair gleam as he shifts in his chair, polishing off the last of his first cocktail.
“Busy, which is nice, but it gets to be a bit much at times.” he replies, his thick fingers raking through his hair.
I used to fantasize about meeting Kyle first. I’ve always admired his boisterous nature and sense of humor. I dated a string of artists in both undergrad and graduate school, but none were quite as “together” as Kyle. He and Marron met in a drawing class during our second year at school. I had never seen her so enamored with someone. He was all she talked about, and pretty much still is when she isn’t talking about her art. I enjoy seeing how in love they are, always touching, or stealing glances at each other. I hope to find someone to do the same for me. For now, its casual sex, first dates, and flings.
Two hours go by in what feels like minutes. I’m three cocktails in, and teetering on the lines of drunk when Marron steers the conversation to sex, asking if I’ve ever had a threesome.
“There was that one time I was going to in college but dude was so wasted he passed out, so no.” I laugh.
“What? You didn’t tell me about that!” Marron’s eyes widen.
“I did too! Remember? It was that house party you dragged me to shortly after we met.
“I didn’t drag you anywhere! You always went willingly!” Marron teases. “I really don’t remember that.”
“You didn’t have sex with the girl anyway?” Kyle interjects, curiosity dancing across his face.
“No, I chickened out. I don’t even think she was that into it. What about you guys? Threesome?”
“Not me.” Kyle shakes his head.
“Nope, me either.” Marron says.
“Well, we should have a threesome then.” I announce, only half joking.
“I’m down.” Kyle sips his drink, holding my gaze, and my heart stops.
Marron giggles at me, before averting her eyes to study her empty cocktail glass.
“Seriously?” my eyebrows raise. I feel paralyzed with fear and excitement.
“Why not?” Marron looks up. “We can go to our place. It’s a couple of blocks from here.”
They both look expectantly at me as if I’m the decision maker. I wonder if they talked about this already, or if this is simply a spur of the moment thought that we’re about to act on. I wouldn’t mind seeing either of them naked. I remember Marron boasting about Kyle’s gorgeous dick, and think if I’m ever going to do something like this, I want it to be with people I’m comfortable with.
“Ok.” The sound of my voice is shallow and filled with trepidation despite agreeing. I feel that maybe we should talk a little more about it, but maybe talking would fuck the whole thing up and keep us from actually doing anything.
“Settle up then?” Kyle asks, glancing from Marron to me.
“Fine with me. Ella?”
I down the last of my drink. “Sounds good.”
Once we’re bundled, outside and walking, I find it hard to catch my breath. I’m about to sleep with my best friend and her husband. I start having second thoughts, finding excuses to toss this idea and go back to my hotel. I have an early flight tomorrow. I need to sleep. I don’t want to alter our relationship or their marriage. The list keeps going, but before I know it we’re standing outside of their apartment, both of them fishing for their keys. My hands are stuffed into my pockets, my knees locking as I stand there and wait.
“Got ‘em.” Kyle says first and Marron stops digging through her purse.
He opens the door and we walk up a couple of flights of stairs before arriving at their place, my heart thundering with every step. They give me the tour of their one bedroom, one bathroom apartment. It’s hard to focus on their words as they chatter about the extra things they want to do with the place. All I can think about is who is going to make the first move, and should I make it, or just wait?
I walk over to a massive window in the living room once they’ve shown me everything, and stare out at the surrounding buildings. I can see straight into other people’s homes. Couples are curled up on their couches watching television, their skin illuminated by the soft light of the screens. Others are preparing food in their kitchens, or sitting alone in front of their computers.
I feel hands touch my hips, then snake around my waist. I startle and look down to see Marron’s slender, pale arms. Her lips graze my neck, and I start to relax into her, then turn around and wrap my arms around her neck, both of us grinning. I kiss her mouth, feeling as if I’ve never touched a human being before, noticing the softness of her lips in contrast to the masculine mouths I’ve kissed.
Her hands slide up my back. Nervousness takes over again threatening paralysis. My body trembles beneath her fingers. I feel Kyle’s eyes on us which is heightening my anxiety.
“It’s ok.” Marron says as if she’s reading my mind. “There’s no rush.”
Marron slept with a handful of women in college. I never pressed her for details about them, feeling that if she wanted to talk about it she would. Kyle was the only person she had been so wildly open about. Now I wanted every detail about her experiences with women to feel more secure in this current situation.
I kiss her harder in an attempt to exude more confidence. I explore her back, the sharp curve of her waist, the expansion of her ribcage. My thumbs brush against the side of her full breasts before returning to her back again.
She holds me tighter, pressing herself into me. I relax more, but still wonder about Kyle, and what he’s thinking; if he’s going to come over or let us guide the way. I’m too intoxicated with Marron’s lips to worry about it. Her little tongue fits with mine perfectly. She tastes of whiskey and strawberry lip gloss.
“Should we go to the bedroom?” I ask, eyes darting from hers to Kyle’s, tension prickling my skin.
She turns to look at Kyle. “Yes?”
“Sure.” he says, eyes shining as he leads the way. Marron’s fingers lace with mine as we follow him down the hall.
Kyle turns on the light, but Marron turns it off. “Just the lamp please.” she says, letting go of my hand to turn on the lamp residing on the bedside table.
“She never wants the light on.” Kyle whispers teasingly to me.
“I heard that!” Marron whips around, her lips opening into a wide smile. “Some light is nice, but not that glaring overhead one.”
I also prefer the soft glow of the lamp to the overhead one. I look from Marron to Kyle.
“After you.” Kyle says, gesturing to the bed.
I pull off my boots, and climb on to the bed, sitting in the middle as Kyle and Marron kick off their shoes. Kyle joins me first and as I turn toward him, he places his hand on my neck and presses his mouth to mine. His lips are firmer than Marron’s, his tongue thicker. He too tastes of whiskey.
The weight of Marron’s body sinks into the mattress next to me. I feel her hands sliding up my shirt and over my breasts. Her fingertips trace the slight swell of skin pushing out of the bra. Her touch is so light and sweet that it takes my breath away.
I reach for her, finding the top of her thigh. She’s sitting on her heels. I rub her leg, hand gliding up to her inner thigh. Her knees part enough for my hand to slide between them. Kyle’s hand pushes through my hair. I stop kissing him to lean over to Marron, kissing her neck, jaw, cheek and eventually, her lips. I turn away from Kyle, my hands sliding up Marron’s dress, pulling at her tights until she’s laying on her back, helping me slide them off her legs and feet. Kyle removes his shirt revealing well developed pecs, small brown nipples, and a thick patch of dark hair covering most of his chest. He kisses Marron, his hand roaming over her breasts.
It’s interesting to see this in person. Sure the internet is full of pornographic videos where one could watch the undressing and exploration of a person’s body, but it’s another thing entirely to watch it happen in real life, to know firsthand what my friends are like in bed.
I lie down next to Marron, my face close to her chest, hand cupping her pussy, noticing the heat of my palm against her body. Her hand is resting on my back. Kyle’s fingers unbutton her dress exposing a royal blue bra with black lace. She wiggles out of the dress, tossing it on the floor. I want that bra and laugh to myself at the absurdity of the thought. I also want to touch her breasts, to kiss and suck her nipples. I press my fingers against her cunt, rubbing her lightly, noticing her legs pulling apart, allowing me better access while I watch Kyle.
Marron’s back arches as he unhooks and removes her bra. He and I both lean in to kiss her nipples. Their rosy pink color is in sharp contrast to my darker, smaller ones. Her breasts are also nearly twice the size of mine. The flat of my tongue roams over the stiff flesh as I glance from Kyle’s face to Marron’s, curious as to what it’s like for her to have two different mouths on her body.
Kyle reaches between Marron’s legs, and I move my hand. He pulls her purple thong down her thighs and she kicks it off before he places my hand back on to her cunt. He covers my hand with his own, teaching me how to touch her while he leans in to kiss me. Her silky flesh is slippery beneath my fingertips. His middle finger pushes against mine which presses her clit. Our fingers move in broad circles, and I kiss him harder, unable to decide which one of them I like kissing more.
His lips leave mine to suck her nipple. I watch his mouth envelope it, before looking down at our hands between her legs. His, larger with a smattering of hair on the pinky edge of it encloses mine to where it’s barely visible save for my red thumbnail peeking through. Kyle speeds up our movement, pressing the very tip of my finger down against the base of Marron’s clit. She takes in a few short breaths, her body writhing as she comes. At least I think she came. I glance at Kyle hoping for an indication that she did in fact orgasm and am met with a smile that confirms my thought.
“She’s not a screamer.”
The three of us crack up, and she hits him with a pillow. “Why haven’t you two taken your clothes off yet?”
Kyle and I start removing the rest of our clothing while Marron looks on. I’m pointy where she is curvy. I’m small where she is full, and I feel self-conscious. Thoughts of well- meaning friends and ex-boyfriends exclaiming that I need some meat on my bones flood my head. I feel insecurity rising, heating my cheeks despite the smile I have on my face, hoping it’s not giving me away. I also hope neither of them notice my staring at Kyle’s generous dick, standing at attention. My desire to push it inside of me is palpable. It’s everything I have not to reach for it.
Marron climbs on top of me kissing me hard. Thoughts of Kyle’s dick scatter as her hands greedily knead and squeeze my breasts. My hand grabs her ass while the other one pushes through her soft hair. Her mouth leaves mine and she sits up, pressing her fingers against my pussy while leaning into Kyle, her lips meeting his. Her fingers split me open, rubbing me up and down, before pushing inside of me. I move toward her fingers, my body swallowing them.
Kyle stretches out next to me, his hands gliding over my breasts, before he leans in to kiss and suck my nipples. I close my eyes, focusing on Marron’s fingers then Kyle’s mouth. His lips move up to my neck before meeting my lips. I notice Marron’s hand leaving my pussy. I feel her adjust, move down, her hands on my thighs, spreading them open. She runs the tip of her tongue from the base of my cunt all the way to the top of my clit. Her tongue dances around it. She does this a few times, alternating her slow licking with little circles around my clit before pushing it inside of me.
I savor her mouth there, breathe into the sensation of her soft face pressed against me. I revel in the teasing of my clit mixed with the lapping of her gentle tongue against my sensitive skin.
I trail my hand along Kyle’s side and over his hip before taking hold of the base of his dick, lightly stroking it, relishing its weight in my hand.
Marron licks me harder, her tongue tip flicking my clit as she pushes two fingers inside of me.
“What makes you come Ella?” Kyle asks in between kisses.
“Well I have no objections to that. Marron?”
We both look down at her. She kisses my clit and shakes her head no.
“You should sit on my face while he fucks me.” I say to Marron.
“First things first.” Kyle says, switching places with her. She crawls toward my upper body and waits while he enters me. My cunt tightens around his cock. I try to relax, allowing him to push all the way inside.
“That ok?” Kyle asks as he gradually pulls out a little, then back in.
“Yup.” my strained voice replies. “Just go slowly for a minute.”
Marron straddles my face once Kyle begins thrusting. She hangs on to the headboard, leaning forward so I have better access to her clit. I wrap my arms around her thighs touching my tongue tentatively to her smooth skin, tasting her at first before licking her. I press my nose against her body, inhaling her musky scent. Kyle’s effort is measured and deliberate. He pushes all the way in, the base of his cock meeting my clit before pulling out again. I feel my body respond, its slipperiness making it easier for him to slide in and out of me with each thrust.
I push my tongue inside of Marron, enjoying the suppleness of her body before licking her in the same way Kyle and I moved our fingers over her clit. My pussy grabs on to his cock as he continues to plunge into me a little harder. I lift my hips higher as I push against him so his base keeps meeting my clit with each thrust.
I thought fucking my best friend’s husband would be weird, but it feels like we’ve always been this way; that it’s the most natural thing in the world. I’m enjoying them both, the contrast of her curves against his muscular stature, as well as the level of comfort we share.
Kyle drives his cock into me harder, and I try to meet his level of intensity. It’s challenging to fuck him and lick Marron simultaneously but I do my best, pressing harder against her than him. I want her to come first.
I feel her thighs tensing against my arms. Her hands grip the headboard tighter, as she moves her hips back and forth against my face. I keep licking, hearing her short breaths escape her again. I feel her legs relax as her breath returns to normal. She climbs off of me and lazily lies down on her side, peppering my shoulder with kisses.
I reach for Kyle’s ass, pulling him in deeper, as I turn to kiss Marron’s lips. He lowers himself on top of me, resting on his forearms. I fuck him harder, feeling an orgasm pushing through me, rising to my surface as I turn my face away from Marron’s, crying out as the sensations wash over me.
Kyle slows to a stop, then gently pulls out. He kisses me, then Marron before climbing off the bed, pointing to Marron. “I’ll be back for you.”
The two of us giggle and return to kissing each other once he’s out the door. I hear the water running the bathroom for a minute or two, then silence save for the noises our mouths are making. Her hands move between my legs again. Her touch is feather-light, but it’s still a lot after coming.
“Careful.” I whisper.
“For now. Give it a few minutes.”
I continue kissing her as she removes her hand, placing it on my ass. I wrap my arms around her, and press myself against her body, enjoying the feeling of her breasts smashing against mine.
Marron looks up when Kyle enters the room again. Grinning she pushes herself up on all fours, and turns around.
“Kyle, I want you to fuck me while I eat Ella.”
“Done!” he climbs back on the bed. “I may need a little help first though.” he says to no one in particular, glancing down at his semi-hard dick.
Wanting him in my mouth, I sit up and come towards him as he sits back, leaning on his palms. I bend down and wrap my lips around his cock, my hand gripping the base. I move my tongue up and down against the underside of the tip before taking more of him in. I feel Marron move over closer to us and the sound of their kissing fills my ears as I suck him.
I work to take as much of him in as I can before returning to the tip, running my tongue over the top of it, then swallowing him again. He starts to harden and I keep going until he’s fully erect. Kyle’s fingers touch the underside of my chin and gently push, signaling for me to come back up.
He kisses Marron, then me as she asks him, “Ready?”
He nods, kisses each of us again as we shift around on the bed. I lie back and open my legs as Marron comes down onto her forearms, her ass in the air, waiting for Kyle to enter her. I watch him spank her a few times, reach around to play with her clit while she wets her fingers and places them against my pussy, pushing me open.
When Kyle fills her up, she stops touching me for a moment and lets him sink into her, his hand still between her legs. She presses her mouth against me as he fucks her. Her tongue moves up and down in a rhythmic way that reminds me of gentle ocean waves pushing onto shore then calmly receding. She alternates this with teasing my clit by pressing the tip of her tongue against it and moving it up and down harder than her previous motion.
Kyle spanks her more and she bucks against him harder, the bed moving with their motion. She wraps her arms around my thighs, pulling me closer to her, attempting to gain leverage as his thrusting is making it harder for her mouth to stay against me. I pull my nipples a little while watching them, but stop, resting my hand on my belly, feeling my muscles contract and release while I begin to push my hips up against her tongue.
I think about whether or not things will be weird between us afterward or if we’ll do this again the next time I’m in town. I wonder how I compare to the handful of other’s she’s been with, if she likes the way I taste, and what Kyle feels like fucking both of us. I feel guilt y for letting my mind wander while she’s down there, but I can’t help myself.
My focus shifts back to Marron as she starts to lick me harder. My thighs relax, pulling apart more as I feel her hands grip my inner thighs. An orgasm threads its way through me, lightly at first, like being teased with a feather. Coming from oral sex always starts out this way, delicate, barely detectable. I push my hand through her hair as the sensation increases. Flashes of heat tear through me as I come on her tongue, my legs shuddering. The sound of my voice escapes me as I cry out, feeling weightless only for a moment before the eruption quiets down.
Marron keeps licking me until I’ve stilled. She kisses my inner thighs as Kyle continues to fuck her. I lay there, spent, watching them rock against each other. Her neck relaxes as she untangles her arms from my legs, propping up onto her palms. Kyle’s eyes squeeze shut, his stomach tightening as he lets go inside of her.
I can’t help but to stare at his face as he comes, noticing the tension around his eyes and mouth only for a second before everything relaxes, and he exhales through parted lips. My face is normally buried in someone’s shoulder as they’re coming and I don’t steal peeks at them as its happening as if it’s some sort of private affair even though I’m contributing to it. I try to hold the image of both him and Marron in my head, as if my mind is trying to bottle up the whole experience to later recall even after we’re all lying together, me in the middle, our arms thrown over each other in haphazard ways.
“That was fun.” Marron says, kissing my shoulder.
“Hm mm.” I return her kiss and then kiss Kyle’s shoulder.
“When are you coming back to New York again?” Kyle grins.