7 #2
“That’s fair,” she admits and sits on one of the island stools. “What do you want to know?”
I hesitate but only long enough to remind myself that I’m going with brutal honesty at every opportunity. “What did he say about me?” I’m only human – I need to know.
“What do you think he said, girl? That you blew his mind. That he’s died and gone to heaven. That no man should be this lucky but he’ll live with it if that’s what we want. Stuff like that.”
I shake my head. “He didn’t say any such thing, Lorna.”
She rolls her eyes. “Words to that effect, Ter. Come on, work with me here. I didn’t take notes or anything but that was the gist of what he said. He was blown away and well he should be. You get that, don’t you?”
“I suppose so,” I admit with a shy smile. “I did have fun and it seemed like he did, too.”
She hops off the stool and sidles up to me, wrapping one arm around my waist and pulling me close. “He had a great time, Teri. And I’m glad you did, too.” She nuzzles my neck. “I’m looking forward to having some fun with you myself if you’re interested.”
I close my eyes and moan, partly because I can’t help myself and partly for Lorna’s benefit. I’ve dreamed of the day I’d be able to make love to my friend and can’t believe that day has finally arrived. But I don’t want to jump the gun or risk ruining everything.
“You know I’ve been interested in you for a while, right?” I whisper as I nuzzle her back.
“Yeah, I had a feeling…” she admits and my heart skips a beat.
“I know you’re not as interested in me as I am in you, Lorna,” I tell her, wondering if I’m taking my new honesty-above-all kick to unsustainable heights.
“Let’s not jump to any conclusions, okay?” she whispers and I just want to scream with excitement but I control myself. Barely.
“We should eat first, though,” I tell her and she agrees with a nod.
“And I have a sneaking suspicion that if we don’t let Ian watch, he’ll be crushed.”
I give her a look. “But we’re not just putting on a show for him, are we?”
“No, Teri. We’re not just putting on a show for him or anyone else.
” She takes my face in her hands and kisses me, lightly at first but with ever-increasing passion until I’m almost faint from the overwhelming sense of joy and happiness that wells up inside of me.
I’ve fantasized about this moment for years but always suppressed my desire for my friend who I always assumed was a committed heterosexual.
Now that she’s hinted – more than hinted – that she might be more inclined to switch it up than I dared hope, I’m cautiously ecstatic, if there even is such a thing.
“We should talk with Ian, too,” I offer and she nods.
“That’s a good idea. Before or during dinner?”
“Before.” I cock an eyebrow. “Like, right now.”
“Agreed.”
“Ian,” we yell simultaneously, then giggle uncontrollably.
Not surprisingly, he comes bounding up the stairs a few moments later. We wait for him with our arms around each other’s waist until he comes around the corner into the kitchen. The look on his face is priceless – surprise, happiness, and a bit of doubt thrown in for good measure.
“What’s this?” he asks with a crooked grin.
“We need to have a conversation, Ian,” Lorna tells him.
I’ve long decided that I will let her lead when we’re all together out of a sense of deference to her making this happen in the first place, but also because it feels so right to me.
I’ve always been the pleaser in all of my relationships and while none of them worked out in the long run, it’s still the role I’m most comfortable with.
And Lorna seems more than happy to lead.
“About what?” he asks with a shit-eating grin that makes us all laugh. “No, I get it. Where do you want to have it?”
Lorna looks at me with a smirk before she turns back to Ian.
“Well, I think the bedroom might be too distracting, so how about we do it in here while we watch Teri cook for us?” She cocks an eyebrow and I’m struck by how easily she took on the role of ordering me around and how much I like being ordered around by her.
This is not the way she acted at the diner but I love it. My belly clenches with excitement.
“Teri, are you okay with that?” Ian asks.
I look from Lorna to him and nod, my voice suddenly lost to me.
“Lorna?” he says as he pulls one of the barstools out for her.
She lets go of my waist and circles the island, smiling at Ian as she takes her seat.
He sits next to her and they look at each other for a few seconds before they turn to look at me.
“Do you know if you own an apron, Ian?” Lorna asks with a slight smirk.
I’m sure I blush hard but I saw one hanging in the pantry when I explored the kitchen.
It looked completely out of place in such a modern kitchen but I know exactly what Lorna is doing and when she catches my eye, she cocks an eyebrow again. Fuck, the girl has my number.
“I have no idea,” Ian says but I nod and go to the pantry, take out the frilly, old-timey apron, and slip it over my head.
I blush even harder but the smile on Lorna’s face is worth my embarrassment.
When I reach behind myself to tie it she waves for me to come to her and I go to let her help me.
It is so freaking hot I can’t believe it.
“Okay, then,” Ian says with a trace of embarrassment. “What did you want to talk about?”
“Ground rules,” Lorna says authoritatively. “I have a couple of ideas.”
I don’t say a word but go about starting the broiler to cook the fish as I listen, their eyes on me. “Go on,” Ian says.
“First thing’s first,” Lorna continues. “Ian, you’re in charge here. Whatever you say, goes. I think we’ve both shown, Teri and me, that we don’t have a problem sharing you, right Ter?”
I nod.
“Use your words, Teri,” she chides me and I blush hard again.
“That’s right,” I whisper without meeting her gaze.
“I’m not sure I’m comfortable being in charge, Lorna,” Ian says. “It seems…” He looks at her and then at me. “I guess it feels a little anachronistic.”
“We don’t have to justify ourselves to anyone, Ian,” Lorna says softly. “I want to be whatever you want me to be, and I think Teri feels the same way.” She turns to look at me. “Isn’t that right?”
“That’s right,” I whisper. “More than anything.” She smiles at me again and my heart soars. I look at Ian but he still looks doubtful. “We’ve got plenty of time to work things out but I’d love to be…” I hesitate. “I work for you, Ian.”
“I get that, Teri,” he says quickly. “But that’s just as my cook and housekeeper. You’re not being paid to…” He blushes, hard. It’s so endearing.
“I think we both know we’re not being paid for sex, Ian,” Lorna says gently. “But that’s not what we’re saying. We just want to be available for you, whenever and wherever you want us. Isn’t that right?” She looks at me.
I nod. “Exactly that, Ian.”
“What about you two?” he asks. “Lorna said you’ve never been…” He hesitates again.
“Together sexually?” Lorna adds. “No, we haven’t. But we’d like to, as long as it’s okay with you, Ian.”
“Wait, what?” Ian asks, incredulous. “Why would you need my permission?”
“It just feels right to me,” Lorna says softly. My stomach sinks but I know what she means. I want to be with her in the worst way but only if Ian approves. It’s his house and he’s in charge. Of everything.
“That seems ridiculous, Lorna,” he says with an eye roll. “Why would I have a problem with you and Teri being together?”
“I have no idea, Ian. But I know I want your permission.” She looks at me again. “We both do.”
“Well, you have it,” he says warmly.
“Do you want to be there?” I ask. He looks at me. “It’s fine, we were just wondering…”
“I’d like to but it’s not a requirement,” he says.
“Why not?” Lorna asks with a sly smile. “What if we only make love to each other in your presence, Ian?”
He looks at her without comment for a long moment. Finally, he says, “That seems a little much, to be honest.”
Lorna shrugs. “I think it’s hot as hell.” She looks at me. “Ter?”
“I agree.” My pussy is practically gushing.
“But why?” Ian asks, almost unnerved.
Lorna whispers, “I don’t know, it’s just so… sexy.” She looks at me. “Are you as turned on as me, Teri?”
“More.”
“Can dinner wait?”
“It can.”
“Ian?” she asks as she stands up and takes his hand. “Would that please you…Daddy?”
He rolls his eyes. “Don’t call me Daddy, Lorna.”
“Yes, sir.”