16. June
June
O h my God, oh my sweet Heavens…
They both came out of nowhere, feeling her, covering her in kisses, upping the ante with every passing second. June had her fair share of group encounters, but this was unforeseen!
“What are you…” She knew what they were doing.
From the moment she saw Sette standing outside the penthouse suite of this swanky hotel, she knew what was going on.
They both want me. Right here. Together!
These two women, who both claimed to love her.
Two women who barely knew each other, outside of wanting to land fists in faces because one dared to say she loved her more than the other.
Now they both groped her, whispering sweet, delectable things in her ear.
She couldn’t believe them.
“Miquela… Sette…” No matter where she looked, one of her girlfriends was there. On their own, they were comforting, wonderful women who made her feel safe and ready to have any kind of fun they desired. Together? No way this could go well! “You can’t be serious.”
“Why not?” Miquela pushed her against the leather chair, completely ready to eat her alive. Her hand instinctively dropped from Miquela’s chest, teasing her zipper. She wasn’t seriously worked up, was she? Sette would leave the moment Miquela revealed her favorite kink.
Or would she? “Don’t underestimate us, June. We know what we’re doing. You think we haven’t talked about doing this with you for a long while now?”
“Practically since we made our truce.”
“It’s nature, right? We’ve both had you. At the same time.” Sette paused only to growl in her ear. Oh, God. Stop it. You’re making me tremble . “It’s the fairest way.”
“Plus, there’s the whole…”
Sette’s face colored. Was she upset? Embarrassed? June was getting too aroused to tell. “Come on. Like this?”
“She rather has the right to know.”
“Fine! But I get to tell her!”
June was glued to the back of her chair as Sette straightened her clothes and fixed her hair, as if it mattered. “Miquela and I have dated before. Once.”
“Once?” June echoed, her voice catching somewhere between disbelief and curiosity. “You’re telling me you two went on a date? Just… casually?”
Miquela snorted, too pleased with herself. “Casually? Please. No one dates me casually.”
“Of course, that’s your takeaway.”
“It’s the correct takeaway,” Miquela said. “All women love me. It’s a public service.”
Sette rolled her eyes, though the faint flush still lingered across her cheeks. “She means we met at a coffee shop.”
June’s brows knit. “A coffee shop…?”
“The one,” Miquela added, “where I pretended I didn’t speak English.”
Everything on June’s body froze except for her eyes. They darted between Sette and Miquela, neither of whom was explaining. “You’re kidding.”
Miquela grinned. “Nope. I’ve already taken this pretty femme out for a good time.”
Sette straightened a fraction, her composure sliding back into place. “I don’t ‘go for types,’ June. I go for whoever interests me.”
Miquela laughed. “Translation: she went for me .”
“I was in control the entire time,” Sette shot back. “You just didn’t believe it.”
“Oh, I realized it,” Miquela said, leaning in just enough to brush her shoulder against Sette’s. “I just let you think you were in charge all night.”
June made a small, incredulous sound. “Okay, hold on… you two had this whole… coffee shop meet-cute, and neither of you thought to mention it?”
“It gets better,” Miquela said.
“It does not.”
“It does,” Miquela insisted, turning to June with a wicked look. “That wasn’t just a date.”
June’s stomach dropped in anticipation. “No.”
Sette exhaled with her whole chest. “We…” She paused, choosing her words more carefully this time. “We decided to make sure.”
June blinked. “Make sure…?”
“You told us to,” Miquela said simply. “Remember? Before we decided anything about how we felt, you said we should sleep with someone else.”
“I didn’t think you’d pick each other !”
Miquela’s grin widened. “Efficient, no? Very happy circumstance. Though a bit of a shock when we found out who the other person was to you later…”
“You’re saying it was an accident?”
“I thought we could be friends,” Sette said. “Instead, she became my riv—”
Miquela interrupted. “Instead, she punched me in the face and nearly broke her pretty nails on my jawline.”
“We’re getting away from the point. This is supposed to be about June. We’re just clearing up that there isn’t any awkwardness between us, because I’ve already seen the contents of her drawer!”
“Quite enjoyed it, too, didn’t you?”
June gasped. “You’re seriously telling me you weren’t… intimidated?”
“June,” Sette said, stepping closer again. “I knew exactly what I was walking into.”
“Oh?” Miquela nearly guffawed.
Sette didn’t look at her. “She’s not subtle about what she likes.”
June swallowed. “And?” she asked, softer now.
Sette’s smile deepened. “And I’m not easily overwhelmed.”
“That’s one way to put it.”
“I handled it,” Sette said. “Quite well, actually.”
June was too tickled to believe it. “You’re saying…”
“I’m saying,” Sette cut in, finally glancing at Miquela with a glint of challenge in her eyes, “there’s nothing about her that surprises me anymore.”
Miquela’s smirk sharpened. “Bold claim.”
“ Accurate claim,” Sette replied. Then, back to June, “She doesn’t intimidate me.” With the faintest hint of heat beneath her composure, she said, “I’ve already tamed that pony.”
“Oh, good grief.”
June extended her arms to both of them. “Come here! I can’t wait!”
Still flummoxed and possibly shy (about sex, of all things), Miquela took June’s hand before Sette had the chance to acknowledge the one coming for her.
“What happened between her and me means nothing. It’s you we’re crazy for, June.
Today, we want to express that to you. You’ll still get plenty of one-on-one time with both of us when necessary.
” Miquela kept tugging on her blouse as if it would magically melt away.
“This could be the start of an interesting relationship. You. Me. That woman over there.”
“That’s Ms . That Woman Over There to you. We’re polite here in America, too.”
June wanted to laugh, but how could she? The two women she loved were pawing at her, both antsy to get her clothes off and their touch all over her. I never thought something like this would happen . She said as much when they both took a leg and eased them open.
“You’ve said so yourself, June. You’re not a one-lover woman. You have appetites. As your loving patrons who want to keep you happy, we will do our best to ensure those appetites are sated at all hours. If you’re not with us, you’re thinking about us touching you. No one else.”
“What better way to ensure you’re satisfied than giving you both of us at the same time?”
“Why, do you object?”
Object? Object? Miquela was unbuttoning her blouse, and Sette was slowly making her way to her knees. Her tongue lightly licked the inside of June’s thigh, teasing the hem of her short, flirty skirt. “No,” June said, hesitant. “I’m surprised, that’s all.”
She was further surprised when Sette pulled up her skirt and revealed her bright blue thong. “Yet you’re so prepared for us.”
“For one of you! I thought I’d be going with one of you after signing the contract!”
“If we can help it, it won’t be one of us.” Miquela held June’s legs open while Sette teased her slit with two knuckles. “I hear she’s got a California King. So is that one over there.”
“You two really want to do this? You’re not just having sex with me…”
“I am not touching her right now. I’m touching you .
With her help.” Sette snapped the fabric of June’s thong, whose pussy quivered in approval.
But, like, maybe you two touch sometimes?
For years, June had been making out with and more with her coworkers to delight paying clients.
Wasn’t it about time a couple did it for her?
“But you said you would get too jealous in a threesome… and you…” June looked at Miquela, who was halfway to ripping off her own clothes. “This is not something you do.”
“Who said? I’m not intimidated by her. Might be good for me to watch her please you. Maybe she knows something I don’t about how your beautiful body ticks.”
“It’s not like I haven’t had you after she has, either. Or are you forgetting that, too, June?”
“I’m not forgetting anything. You’re the ones acting weird.”
“Relax.” Miquela caressed her cheek, imploring her to look in another direction. “I know it’s sudden, but would it have really been better if we had given you a week’s notice? ‘By the way, come prepared. We’re both going to have you at the same time.’”
She couldn’t help but laugh.
“That’s the spirit. Hey, you, down there, do something to get her in the mood. I’d do it, but I’m distracted.” Yeah, distracted by June’s tits. She grinned like the luckiest girl in the world when Miquela bent down to kiss her skin as Sette pushed her head between June’s legs.
June had her share of threesomes before, but they were never like this.
Those weren’t full of adoration for her and how she made them feel, inside and out.
She rarely had a bad time, but she was also always aware that her role was nothing more than “that woman we’re banging.
” Sometimes, she was paid for the pleasure of more than one client.
Sometimes, she volunteered. Never, ever was she the focus of the encounter.
If Miquela and Sette both made her feel like a ruling queen on their own?
Then she would probably die from them together!
“That’s what I’m talking about,” Miquela murmured, June shuddering beneath her.
Sette’s tongue had circumvented the broadest part of her thong and was now making its merry way along her slit.
This was a woman who knew how to please her with nothing more than her lips and tongue.
June stood no chance! “Relax and enjoy yourself, ma cherie . We want you to have a good time. With us. Together.”