Hot Girls Share #3
I was absolutely lost beneath her plush lips, her soft hands, the way her hair felt in my hands, and the smoothness of her cheeks between my thighs. It wasn’t a harsh orgasm, it was just riding a soft wave of chronic bliss
I went to work like my life wasn’t collapsing in real time. But every four seconds I checked my phone hoping a ping from Kylie or Don would come through and loosen the agonizing hot knot in my stomach. It didn’t.
I sent them both midday texts that didn’t get a reply.
The entire day.
Neither of them texted me all day.
I was so numb at the end of the day I walked out of the office without saying a word to anyone.
The ride home was just more fear and sickness.
Was my marriage over? Was my friendship over? What the fuck would I do without them?
Kylie’s Jeep was in my driveway when I got home, and I stayed in my car for a minute trying to decide if I should just pull out and leave.
I know I deserved it, but goddamn, I couldn’t take much more. The results of hurting the people I loved stuck hooks in my gut and ripped it open. I wanted to hide from it all.
The walk up my drive was long. I almost knocked on my own door, but instead I let myself in and stood in the hall like an alien traveler.
Kylie and Don vibrated tension. She was huddled over a cup of coffee across the table from him.
“Hey,” I said weakly. “Fancy seeing you here.”
“We need to talk,” Don said.
I sank into a chair between them.
They looked at me. I looked at her, then him, and there was a palpable expectation in the air.
“You have to start, bitch,” Kylie snapped.
“Me? What? I don’t know how to start,” I said. “Every single thing I’ve said since saying I didn’t want a wine bottle in my ass has been wrong.”
A tiny hint of a smile touched Kylie’s mouth.
“You’ve got that right,” she said.
“We want to know what your thoughts about last night were,” Don said. “We want to know what our futures are with you. What you want from us.”
Silent tears came from nowhere.
“I just want it all to go back the way it was,” I said.
Don shook his head, “It doesn’t work that way.”
“First, how the hell could you cheat on Don?” Kylie said. “You told me he’s The One.”
Don inhaled sharply.
“I don’t know,” I said, tears tracing lines down my face like long fingers.
“And you told me Kylie is the best thing that ever happened in your life so many times I hated her for a while,” Don said. Kylie took a sip of her coffee. “She feels used. I feel betrayed. How do you feel?”
“Sad,” I said. “Just sad that I hurt the two people I need most in my life.”
“Need?” Kylie asked. Arching one brow and slurping her coffee. “Bitch, please, you need a fucking enema you’re so full of shit.”
“Love,” I said. “I love you both.”
“Are you going to leave him for me?” Kylie asked.
Don pushed away from the table.
“I didn’t know that was up for discussion,” he said.
Where did his temper come from?
Kylie shrugged and looked at me.
“You’re not gay, Kylie,” I said.
“What the fuck?!” Don yelled. “That’s not a no.”
“I can be anything I want,” Kylie yelled.
I grabbed my hair in my hands.
“Both of you yelling at me at the same time isn’t having the desired effect,” I said. “I want you both.”
The room went silent. I took a deep breath and decided to go ahead and fuck up the rest of my life.
“I can’t live without either of you,” I said. “I want you both desperately.”
I closed my eyes and barreled on.
“Don knows how much I want to be with you Kylie,” I said. “And last night I wanted you more than I wanted rational thought.”
I pressed my palms into my leaking eyes.
“But I’m glad Don came in when he did, because I love him, and you both deserve better than a drunk fuck on the kitchen floor,” I said.
“I won’t leave Don,” I continued. “If he wants me, I want him. And if he doesn’t, Kylie, I know it’s wrong to ask you to take sloppy seconds but if he doesn’t want me, then yeah, even with my track record with women, I’d want to take the chance with you.”
The room was so silent I thought they might have left.
“I love you both so much,” I cried.
I felt Don at my side, his hands pulling me into a hug so I could cry it out. Kylie tentatively came behind me and rested her head on my back and hugged me around the waist. She was crying too.
It got quiet and the tension in the room changed. We pulled apart like soft bread.
Don met Kylie’s gaze and she nodded.
“You love her,” he asked softly.
We both nodded.
“So do we want to date Kylie?” Don asked lifting my chin with his finger.
That wasn’t what I expected.
“Wait, what? Kylie? You’d date us?” I asked.
“I mean you’ve talked about how good he is for years,” she said. “And you’ve been stalked by enough exes that I’m sure you’re a decent lay…”
I socked her in the arm, like when we were kids.
“Ow! You bitch!”
Something wormed into my gut.
“What if you two love being a plain hetero couple and don’t want me anymore?” I asked quietly, leaning back against Don.
“What if you fall in love with your best friend?” Don said against my head. “What if she falls in love with you?”
“Or, what if we try this and I fuck up your marriage and lose you both?” Kylie asked.
Yeah, those were fair points.
“Dating?” I said. “You talked about this?”
I was too shocked to be jealous that they had this conversation before I got there.
Kylie nodded, hesitant.
Her hesitance dissipated any heavy shit I was carrying.
“But no more sex club shit,” she said. “I can’t have my bitches looking at other bitches and I am big fucking nope on that stuff.”
I turned and looked at Don, “She’s fucking bossy, you sure you want this.”
Don smiled and reached over me to gently pull Kylie to us. He kissed her, slowly, the way he kissed me, and her body melted against mine.
He pulled back and Kylie kissed me with the intensity of a life of yearning.
“Yeah, I’ll take it,” Don said meeting Kylie’s gaze again.
We were on our third date.
“You know that means you have to put out, bitch,” Kylie said when she picked me up.
We were meeting Don after work for mini golf and dinner.
“Straight women actually wait until three dates? I thought you were just frigid?” I asked slamming the door. “The mating rituals of heteronormative people are bizarre.”
“You’re such a cunt,” Kylie leaned over her console and we kissed hello. I got butterflies in my everything, from clit to cornea.
In the couple of weeks since The Incident, we all talked. A lot. Facetime, group chats, and dates.
Tonight, in straight-people world, was the monumental third date.
“You’re also a slut. You can call me Captain Cold Pussy,” Kylie said. Our eye contact ended in hysterics, and damn if that woman didn’t snort.
Don’s text pinged our phones as we held our stomachs in the parking lot.
“Oh god, Captain Cold Pussy?” I yelled. “Get me to our man!”
Kylie wiped tears from her eyes and put the car in gear.
“I hated watching all of those dumb whores hurt you,” she said. “I was jealous of them.”
I nodded. “I wasn’t a very good friend when I was obsessed with a new woman,” I said.
“No,” she said behind her sunglasses. “I was jealous of them with you. I wanted you. I didn’t want to fuck it up.”
My throat closed, and a piece of me hoped to remember this moment forever.
“I have always been so careful to not be too gay or bi around you,” I said. “There’s that stigma that you’re going to hit on your friends, and I never wanted you to feel that way.”
We stopped at a light, and it was silent.
“When you and Don started to do the swingers shit I wanted to actually die,” Kylie said softly. “I literally couldn’t stand looking at you for the first couple of times.”
She didn’t look at me. “It was like, why the fuck are you two choosing them when I was right here?”
“Ky, we didn’t know,” I said, I reached over and stroked her thigh.
The light changed.
“I know. I do. It was confusing. I wanted to fuck my best friend and her husband, that is such a shitbag thing to want,” she said.
Don and I had confessed almost immediately that we both wanted to have sex with her. This was really the first time she was opening up like this.
She wasn’t dating me, or Don, she was dating us. It was complicated, and beautiful.
All three of us were jealous fuckers so communication was key.
I was still worried that Don and Kylie were going to like each other better than they liked me and run away. Don was still worried I was going to like Kylie more and run away. Kylie was still worried she was a temporary sex toy and neither of us liked her that way.
We had our first meltdown when they texted flirty shit and didn’t include me. Our second meltdown when Don and I went out for Chinese and didn’t include her.
It was work.
But everything worthwhile was work.
This was really worthwhile.
We pulled into the minigolf place.
“Prepare to be a shitbag, whore,” I said. “Our prowess at mini golf is going to make you want us soooo fucking bad.”
“Not a chance,” she said parking the car. “Captain Cold Pussy,”
Don opened her door, leaned in and kissed her giggling mouth hello, and something in me melted as I watched her melt.
She held both of our hands as we walked back to the office to check out our golf clubs.
We made it to the bedroom. Don was in his briefs as I undressed her.
Don stopped the quiet ritual.
“Hey, nobody gets sidelined, OK?” he said, kissing each of us. “Nobody.”
“Is this insane,” Kylie asked, giggling nervously while her hands fluttered around her chest, as if to hide her breasts.
My hands shook, and I nodded.
“Fucking insane,” I said.
There was something solemn and sacred about this moment.
My hands shook as I pushed her panties down and just looked.
“You’re so beautiful,” I said, throat hoarse as I took in her tan lines and curved hips.
I kissed her, took my time, let our breasts touch and let her get used to the feel of a body like hers. Her touch was shy, hesitant, so under Don’s eyes, I took the lead and lay her on the bed.
“I love the way you feel,” I said as I ran my fingers along her shoulders, my lips over her collar bone.