Chapter 7 #3
Noah hadn’t been expecting to have this same conversation twice in three months, but perhaps this is what it was like for late-blooming queer folk. Noah had always known he was queer. It was his gender that came to him a bit later.
Noah took a slow sip of his second cup of tea and weighed his words carefully. “You don’t want to make them feel like an experiment?”
Rachel nodded meekly. Meanwhile, Aspen looked like they were ready to explode out of their seat. “Can we tell her?” they asked Noah.
Noah shook his head in exasperation before quickly nodding. “Well, you have to tell her now, don’t you, otherwise it would be rude.”
Aspen gave her an eager grin. “So, the real reason Noah and I wanted to talk to other people tonight is because we’re interested in sleeping with someone new. We thought maybe we’d meet some nice folks here, and see what happened.”
Rachel blinked slowly at Aspen and then at Noah. “Sorry, are you two together, or…?”
Shit, he should have prepared better for this question. Obviously, it was bound to come up. Would Aspen be okay with him sharing about their trial relationship?
“We’ve been friends for over a decade, seen each other through transitions, relationships, heartbreak, and finally started fucking a few months ago,” Aspen said easily. “We may date one day, but for now we’re more like forever friends exchanging benefits.”
Damn, what a title that was. Forever friends. He could definitely get used to that.
“Oh,” she said slowly, before she began nodding like that made total sense.
“Now, let me be up front and say that tonight, I’m really in the mood to top, and so is Noah,” Aspen said, and while Noah choked on his mouthful of tea, he was also eternally grateful he wouldn’t have to say that himself later.
Rachel’s eyes were wide, but she nodded again.
“I don’t want to make any assumptions, but if that’s something you’re interested in, we’d be happy to show you the ropes of nonheteronormative sex and give you some tips and tricks, but again, only if you’re interested.”
“If…I’m interested in tips and tricks?” she asked.
Something else Noah was learning about his forever friend was that they sometimes sucked at delivering the bottom line. “If you’d be interested in sleeping with us, we’d be happy to demonstrate and discuss topping, bottoming, straps, dildos, or anything else you’re curious about.”
She kept nodding, sort of like Noah had that first time with Aspen. Usually, Noah would have asked for more verbal consent, but Aspen jumped to their feet.
“Perfect! We live just up the block, and Noah’s apartment is always suitable for guests. Why don’t we go there?”
Wait…had Aspen not cleaned up in case they ended up finding someone to take home? Had they truly been assuming they would go home with someone together?
Aspen pulled Rachel out of her seat and led her towards the exit, leaving Noah to clear their table and trash. He had no choice this time but to follow after them, because he couldn’t very well leave them alone in his own apartment. Whether on purpose or not, Aspen’s plan had worked out perfectly.
On the walk back to his apartment, Aspen pulled out their phone to share test results.
They turned around to walk backwards, grinning at Noah like a proud peacock.
Noah actually would have been impressed they remembered to ask before he did, except for the fact that when they arrived in Noah’s bedroom, Aspen ripped off their clothes and was once again standing completely naked with zero preamble.
“Jesus, Aspen,” Noah said, unable to contain his incredulous laughter as Rachel struggled to look anywhere but at Aspen’s gorgeous, naked body. “We went over this. Rachel needs an introduction first.”
“What do you mean? We talked for almost three hours!” Aspen said, planting their hands on their hips.
Noah wondered if his cheeks were quite as red as Rachel’s were as she glanced down at Aspen’s naked hips and then quickly back up somewhere above their head. Even after nearly three months of hooking up with them, he wasn’t immune to their charm and sexy looks, either.
He sort of hoped he never would be.
“Asp, you’re naked, and Rachel doesn’t know what to do or where to look because we haven’t discussed parts or hardly anything at all yet.”
“Oh, shit, okay, you’re right. Well…” Aspen waved their hand from their neck, which was flushed a pretty pink at their little faux pas, down to their naked thighs. “Tits, dick, front hole, back hole.”
Noah loved how confident Aspen was now, listing off their parts with zero hesitation.
He was almost positive that if today had been a day where Aspen wore a binder or trans tape, they would have just as easily said chest instead of tits, and would still be standing there on display.
They wiggled their hips a little under Rachel’s assessment, and Noah found he was also strangely proud of her clear approval and attraction.
Not that Aspen was his, and therefore, he had any right to be proud of how aesthetically pleasing they were to look at.
It just…did something to the thread in his chest that belonged to Aspen.
Aspen ran their hands back through their hair, arching their back in a way that made their tits bounce up and down.
A sharp, almost painful need to touch Aspen struck him hard and fast, as it often did.
Sometimes Aspen would barely get in the door, and Noah would be pinning them back against it, ravaging their soft, somehow always sweet-tasting mouth.
“You’re ridiculous,” Noah said, stepping in front of Aspen and grabbing them by the hips. They immediately dropped their pose and began unbuttoning Noah’s shirt.
As Aspen ran their fingers down his chest, toying with one of his nipples before teasing at the hair of his happy trail, he could practically feel Rachel’s eyes raking over him.
He waited for Rachel to meet his eyes before saying, “chest or pecs, and dick and holes for me as well.”
“What about you, hon?” Aspen asked Rachel.
Rachel’s face scrunched up as she said, with much less certainty, “boobs, uh…pussy and…ass?”
“You don’t sound very sure about that,” Noah said, and she bit her lip.
He wasn’t sure what made him do it. It might have been how she was fidgeting with the bottom of her sweater, as if she wanted to take it off but wasn’t sure she was allowed.
Or maybe it was the fact that the waiver in her voice made her gossamer thread in Noah’s chest quiver.
Whatever it was, he held out a hand to her the way he sometimes did with Aspen.
An invitation she could either accept or decline.
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Aspen’s smile grow wider at the gesture, but he remained focused on Rachel, who quickly accepted his hand and allowed him to pull her forward. She settled easily between them, pressed against Noah’s bare chest and Aspen’s naked side.
“Boobs are good. To be honest, I’ve never really felt one way or another about cis/het men calling it my pussy, but if one of you did…”
Noah took a chance and threaded his fingers under her sweater, caressing the soft skin of her belly. Her shoulders immediately loosened, and Noah slid his other hand under the top as he watched Aspen’s smile grow mischievous.
“So,” Aspen said, as they reached for Rachel’s pants. “If I were to say I can’t wait to have my fingers and maybe my tongue inside your pretty pussy, to show you how fun nonheteronormative sex can be, would that be yea or nay?”
Aspen dropped to their knees and pressed a kiss right below where Noah’s hands were resting on her stomach.
“Yea,” Rachel sighed, raising her arms so Noah could remove her sweater.
She was wearing a pretty bra, made of pink and orange lace, almost like a sunset.
He ran his hands around to the clasp at the back and waited for her nod of approval before unclasping it.
Her boobs sprang free, and some part of his brain catalogued all the ways they were similar and different from Aspen’s tits.
At the same time, the rest of his brain just kept chanting one word.
Boobs.
He loved boobs. Not his own, he’d chopped those off as soon as physically possible, but he loved them on other folks.
Playing with Aspen’s tits was one of his favorite pastimes.
He didn’t just want to grab them and squeeze them, though—he had manners.
Instead, he stepped behind Rachel and wrapped his arms around her front.
He cupped their supple roundness in his hands, and she sighed happily, spurring him to wrap his fingers around them and give a soft squeeze.
They had a wonderful bounce to them, and Noah played with them for a moment, much to Rachel’s whimpering pleasure, before flicking the soft buds of her nipples with his thumbs.
Her first moan of the evening was light and airy, distinctly feminine in a way Noah hadn’t realized he’d been missing until now.
Why can’t you just find a nice woman and settle down? You’re far too old to be waltzing around and wasting everyone’s time.
He desperately didn’t want to think about his parents, but a small voice–his own voice, perhaps?
–in the back of his mind declared that he liked women not because of or in spite of his parents’ wishes, but on his own terms. They sure hadn’t approved when he’d had a crush on the catcher of his softball team, or on the dorm monitor his freshman year of college.
Their approval now was meaningless, and he vowed right then and there not to worry about it anymore.
At least…as far as women were concerned.
If he wanted to sleep with women, date women, or otherwise end up in some sort of polyamorous relationship with Aspen and a woman, that was his damn choice.
The question of whether he wanted a relationship at all still remained to be seen, but this at least felt like a small breakthrough he could claim.