29. Jay
JAY
“So you want more?” Iris said, looking at Michaela, who was sitting on the mattress on the floor.
Jay watched as Michaela nodded her head, and Jay gave her hand a little squeeze before turning her gaze back to Iris.
Jay was fine with what they had been doing, but she also couldn’t deny that she wanted more, too.
In addition to their relationship feeling like it had grown and matured ever since they’d come back from break, Diana had responded to Jay.
It wasn’t too hard finding her email after initially reaching out to the one used for the orchard business, which she knew Julia and Diana managed.
And just like that, she had an important piece of her life back.
Michaela had given her that. It made her grateful and even more in love with her than she could have imagined.
Now, more than ever, she wanted to take Michaela apart and put her back together again.
To bury herself so deep into Michaela that she would never wonder if Jay wanted her again.
“There are a couple of ways we can do this. Sometimes with clients who are into pushing boundaries, I run a scene with them, but usually that works more for if certain things have been tested already or they have a clear understanding of what works for them and what doesn’t,” Iris said, seemingly more to herself than to Jay or Michaela.
She comically had her long finger resting on her chin as she thought about this, and Jay was once again struck by how appreciative she was for Iris.
She hadn’t been sure about bringing Iris into their bed again, especially after the conversation about Diana, but Jay also had to admit that there had been a shift in their relationship.
Maybe it was because of the way Michaela had described love as a well they were all sipping from.
Maybe because this entire scenario just belonged to them.
Jay wasn’t sure, and she was still learning and processing her own thoughts, but she knew how much she wanted Michaela.
It made her happy to know that Michaela wanted her too, enough to have sought out Iris’ help again.
Enough that they were figuring things out, together.
“A scene?” Michaela said from beside her.
“Yeah, we run through exactly what’s going to happen so that everyone can provide consent up front, while we are all levelheaded.
But again, that works better when you have a bit more clarity on these things…
” Iris pursed her baby pink lips. “No, I think we just need to have a plain and simple sex talk.”
“Sex talk?” Jay asked, to make sure she was following. “Like sex ed or…?”
“Probably what they should teach us in sex education, but no. More like having a frank conversation about the nitty-gritty. Kinda what we talked about the other day, about what language should be used, or more importantly, what language shouldn’t be used.”
“Like, what to call our downstairs mixup?” Jay asked, and Michaela laughed beside her. Good, she’d wanted to make sure Michaela wasn’t too tense.
“Downstairs mixup—I am stealing that,” Iris said, smiling, “yes, but also for everywhere. It is important that we are all speaking the same language, you know? But something I want to add to that, since we are also letting things progress naturally—let’s focus on sensation. Just feel.”
“Ah, Jay!” Michaela mewled. She lay on her back, topless, hair askew beneath her, as Jay’s topless body pressed her into the two mattresses they’d once again pulled together on the floor of their dorm room.
A pillow was squashed between them, and Iris was on the far side of the mattress.
Last Jay had seen, she was lying on her side.
Jay wasn’t sure if she should find it weird that she felt comfortable with Iris in the room with them.
Objectively, Iris was hot. Her long, tall body, the confidence that seemed like it was set in her bone structure, the way she carried herself and the atmosphere she created.
Her long brown hair and hazel eyes that expertly chased away bullshit.
The way she’d taken her and Michaela under her and Davis’ wings.
There was no doubt that Jay felt a physical attraction, but the familiarity and comforting atmosphere Iris created for her, and especially Michaela, worked for Jay.
It was like they both were there to create the best environment for Michaela to explore, to feel good, to feel free in all her desires.
And that endeared her and made her grateful to Iris.
Iris was great at what she did, and Jay had no doubt she’d make a great sex doctor or whatever she wanted to do with her studies.
It was a fleeting thought for Jay though, as she touched Michaela.
Iris and everything else were all but forgotten.
She tongued Michaela’s left nipple and played with the right, and had to concentrate on not blowing in her pants.
Michaela was just so fucking hot. Pulling away to look down at her girlfriend, Jay was happy to find her face lax and blissed out.
Iris had bought them a lava lamp for these occasions, since Michaela preferred the dark.
Iris also said the dark would help her focus on sensation.
Jay loved seeing Michaela like this, lying beneath her in the soft cool blue glow of the lava lamp.
Her long arms on either side of her head, hands gripping the pillow.
After catching her breath, Michaela’s eyes opened, two dark orbs under the lava lamp. They focused on Jay, and Michaela smiled up at her so adoringly that Jay had to smile back before she bent down and placed a kiss on Michaela’s full lips. Lips that Jay thought she could suck on and kiss forever.
“More, please, I want more, I need more.” Michaela’s breathy words after Jay pulled back sent a surge of anticipation through Jay’s body like a bolt of electricity.
“Mickey, are you sure?”
“Yes, please, baby, please.” Michaela’s pleas caused a sweep low in Jay’s belly that made her roll her hips over the pillow, her eyes closing at the friction.
“You have to tell us what you want,” Iris said smoothly. Michaela turned to face their friend, not surprised; it was impossible to forget Iris. Jay knew Michaela saw Iris as a part of this journey with them, and they’d talked at length about how grateful they were for her.
“I just—I don’t know?” Michaela said, “I don’t know what I am ready for.”
“That’s okay, but what do you want to feel?” Iris asked, and she leaned forward into Jay and Michaela’s space and touched a hand to Michaela’s cheek; the sight of such a tender gesture warmed Jay’s heart.
“I want, I wanna come,” Michaela said finally, through what seemed like a nervous or desperate breath. Jay thought maybe it was both. “I just,” Michaela said, “I just don’t know if I am ready to be touched there yet. Not by either of you.”
Iris’ hazel eyes flicked up to Jay’s before looking back at Michaela. “Good thing we aren’t the only ones here.”