Kourtney
“What is all this?”
Celeste beams as Jason and I step into the kitchen. She finishes pouring the third cup of coffee and sets it down on the kitchen table. “Consider this a board meeting.”
I arch a skeptical brow. “Board meeting?”
“Come sit.” She tugs my elbow until I lower myself into the seat. “Since you and I will be going into business together, and you know how much I like contracts, I wrote up a contract that I’d like to propose to you.”
“Okay.” I drag out the word and look up at Jason like my best friend has officially lost her mind.
She wasn’t in bed this morning when Jason and I woke up. I didn’t expect her to be. I know what happened last night is a lot for her to take in. We didn’t exactly dip our feet into the threesome pond. More like we dove in head-first.
She slides a red file folder across the table. “Please look over this carefully and let me know your thoughts. I’m willing to negotiate.”
I laugh as I shake my head. “Can you stop acting so professional? You’re making this weird.”
She rolls her lips between her teeth, trying to keep her composure. “I want to do this right. This is a big deal for us, running a business and…everything else.”
Ah. Everything else. That’s what this is about.
Jason takes the seat beside me, and I tilt the folder so we can read the contract together. It seems like a standard business contract until we get to the final page.
“I included rules and stipulations of our sexual agreement.” She clears her throat. “We can add or change anything if you think of something I might have missed.”
My heart hurts at the thought of Celeste writing this. It means she’s worried, but she’s trying to be okay with this for my sake.
I flip the folder closed and reach across the table to clasp her hand. “Look, I know you’re worried about the logistics of it all, and if this makes you feel more comfortable, then I’ll sign it. But why don’t we talk about last night before we start talking contracts.”
“Just look over the contract first.” Her eyes finally meet mine. “Please.”
Jason takes the file and smirks. “All right. Let’s see what this little arrangement entails.”
He’s trying to keep things light for her sake, so I turn my focus to the contract and play Celeste’s game.
We record ourselves having sex for the duration of Celeste’s stay.
The three of us have to agree upon scenarios and positions, all of which will be posted on the website when it launches.
Once Celeste’s apartment is free of mold and it’s time for her to move back, then our contract ends.
If any party feels uncomfortable or jealous, he or she can get out of the contract at any time.
No sex with other people for the duration of our agreement.
We remain friends, first and foremost, no matter what.
I chuckle. “You really had to add that we’d remain friends? As if that needs a contract.”
She purses her lips. “I need some kind of protection if my best friend gets mad that I’m fucking her husband.”
I fold my hands on the table. “Why would I get mad when I’m the one suggesting this?”
“Because fantasizing about it and actually seeing it happen in front of you are two very different things.” She hikes a shoulder. “Last night was just the tip of the iceberg, and Jason and I barely had any physical interaction. It might be different when you see us…doing things.”
I push out of my chair. “Fine. Let’s test that theory right now.”
Celeste looks at Jason before flicking her eyes to me. “I’m not fucking your husband right now, Kourt.”
“Not sex.” I pull Jason’s arm until he’s standing and position him until he’s in the middle of the kitchen. Then I turn to Celeste and hold out my palm. “Come here.”
She stands with a frustrated grunt and takes my hand.
I turn her so she’s facing Jason. “Kiss him.”
Celeste scoffs. “What? Just like that?”
“There’s only one way to find out how we’re all going to feel about this. So, why not try it and see what happens?”
She pinches the bridge of her nose. “This is so awkward.”
“It doesn’t have to be.” Jason drags his fingers down her arms, from her shoulders to her wrists, and I notice the goose bumps that fly across her skin.
Lifting her arms for her, he places her hands on his chest. Then he lowers his lips to her cheek, pressing a soft kiss there before moving to the other side.
Celeste’s throat bobs as she swallows, and her eyes flutter closed.
Jason slips one hand around her waist, pulling her body against his, while the other hand cradles the back of her head.
Her hands fist his shirt, like she’s willing them to stay put, refusing to let herself explore his body.
“Come on, kókkino.” Jason drags his lips along her jaw. “Touch me.”
But she’s stuck in her head. She won’t be the one to start this.
I step behind her, sandwiching her between us, and I cover her hands with mine. “Relax, Celeste. I’m here.”
She uncurls her fists and flattens her palms against Jason’s chest. I keep my hands over the tops of hers and guide them down his body. When we get to the hem of his shirt, I slip our hands underneath and smooth them over the hard ridges of his stomach.
“Do you feel the way his muscles clench under your touch?” I whisper. “He wants this. He wants us.”
I guide Celeste’s palms over Jason’s chest, lifting the shirt with us. “Take this off, baby.”
Jason does as I command and tosses his shirt onto the floor.
I bring Celeste’s hands over his broad shoulders, leading her up his neck. When our hands settle on his face, I gently pull him down toward me. He dips his head and claims my mouth, with Celeste’s face right beside mine.
Our kiss is slow and sensual. Jason’s tongue snakes out and parts my lips, and I open for him as I tangle my tongue with his. His kisses always make my knees weak.
Will they have the same effect on Celeste?
Pulling back only slightly, I turn my head and lean in for Celeste’s mouth.
Her lips are stiff at first, unwilling to accept the fact that I’m kissing her.
But after I plant a few lingering kisses on her, she starts kissing me back like she can’t help herself.
It’s been years, but our tongues remember one another, twisting and winding around like they’ve never forgotten how to dance together.
I could never forget.
Moving Celeste’s right hand to the back of Jason’s neck, I pull him closer to us.
I tear my mouth away from hers to kiss my husband, and then I return to her again.
Switching back and forth, I draw them closer together until the three of us are kissing and licking and nipping at each other’s mouths in a frenzy.
When I’ve had my fill, I back away just enough so that Celeste and Jason can have this moment.
He grips her jaw and fuses their mouths together, consuming her in one of his mind-blowing kisses that I love so much. She moans as his tongue sweeps past her lips, and her hands slip out from under mine, moving of their own volition into his hair.
I reach between them and palm Jason’s growing bulge over his sweatpants.
“He’s hard for you, Celeste. You’re turning him on.
” I slide my other hand over her yoga pants, back and forth over the apex of her thighs.
“You’re turned on too, aren’t you? I bet if I slipped my fingers inside your panties, you’d be wet. ”
“Are you wet for us, kókkino?” Jason murmurs against her lips.
Her hips rock against my touch as she whimpers.
“Do you like kissing my husband?” I brush her hair over her shoulder and lick the sensitive spot on her neck. “Are you enjoying the way I touch you while you kiss him?”
She lets out a moan as I sink my teeth into her neck.
“Use your words.” Jason sucks her bottom lip into his mouth and releases it with a pop. “Tell us how you feel.”
“Yes,” she says on an exhale. “Yes, I’m enjoying this.”
I slide my hand into her hair and yank at the roots, ripping her mouth away from Jason so I can kiss her again. All the while, my palm rubs her pussy over her pants.
Jason licks the cusp of my ear, his voice low. “I bet she’d come just like this.”
It’s taking all of my willpower to stop myself from slipping my hand down her pants to relieve her of the ache between her legs.
I won’t though.
We’re kissing her, and she likes it. She wants this. I know she does. But if she wants more, she’s going to have to make the move on her own.
Which is why I remove my hand and pull back. The three of us are panting, our chests heaving, and our cheeks flushed. We each have our hands on the other, binding us together.
Celeste’s eyes bounce between mine, and I know she’s warring with herself. Her body and her mind are at odds.
“See?” I caress her cheek. “I’m not jealous. I’m not mad.”
“Got any other theories you’d like to test out?” Jason asks. “Because I’d like to add blowjobs in the kitchen to the contract.”
Thank goodness for him and his humor. He knows Celeste needs it when things get too heavy.
Celeste laughs in spite of herself and shakes her head. She wants to keep fighting this, but there’s no denying it. She can’t look me in the eye and tell me that she doesn’t want to see where this goes.
So instead of saying anything, she reaches down and scribbles her signature at the bottom of the contract on the table.
Then she storms off to her bedroom and shuts the door behind her with a quiet click of the lock.
It’s not the resounding, excited yes I was hoping for…but we’ll get there.
I hope.