Frisky Freefall – By Michelle Mars #4
As I was setting the third wine glass down, the doorbell rang. I checked the peephole, and on the other side of the door was a dream. Artemis was saying something amusing to Matias that had dimples and kissable lips back on my radar. I was such a goner for these two.
An idea took hold, and instead of opening the door, I grabbed my phone and texted Matias.
I watched as he pulled out his phone, smirked at me through the peephole, and then did as I described.
Artemis didn’t know what was happening as he spun her to face me through the door, pulled her long curls to one side, and began laying kisses down the nape of her neck.
She was no dummy, and her brain was a big part of what I liked about her, so it came as no surprise that she caught on quickly and stared straight into my soul through the peephole.
The brat was back, leaning her head back and to the side, giving Matias full access and moaning as he took advantage, and I grew unbearably turned on. Well-played.
I couldn’t have swung my door open any faster without ripping it off its hinges, but I was officially done watching.
I reached out and yanked them both in, slamming the door shut and falling back on it to catch my momentum.
“That was fun to watch.” I advanced on them as Matias and Artemis took in my space.
I liked comfort, so I knew what they saw: an organized space with an overstuffed couch and recliner, candles, photos of my family and friends, soft, neutral colors, and the wine I’d set out. Artemis was the first to speak.
“Lovely.” I thought she meant my style, but she turned to me and said, “I’m glad you enjoyed it.” Her eyes sparkled with mischief, and I slowly walked up to her, giving her a chance to protest or turn me away, but she didn’t.
My fingertips skimmed her arm, over her shoulder, and to the back of her neck, where I laced my fingers through her hair and gently tugged, raising her chin toward my face. “Let me show you how much.” Finally, I tasted my girl, gently kissing her lips.
Matias came up behind me and whispered, “Your neck looks like it could use some kissing as well.” I reached behind with my other hand to cup the back of his neck and guide him down, showing him how much I liked his idea.
His lips on my neck, mine on Artemis’ mouth, and heaven had descended to Earth.
Things ratcheted up as Matias wrapped one hand around my hip and another around Artemis, pushing us all closer together, trapping her hands between my back and his front.
I delved my tongue into her mouth for a taste of her sweetness while Matias nipped at the shell of my ear.
I could have stayed right in that spot forever, except I was craving so much more.
I released her mouth and gently yanked on her hair at the scalp again to get her attention. She opened her eyes, glazed in lust, and it was hard to recall why I’d stopped. But instead of claiming her lips again, I commanded, “Kiss him.”
We were all pressed so intimately that it was hard to miss the stiffening of excitement from both sides of me.
As they kissed, I leaned my head back on his shoulder and interspersed pecks and nips along his jawline.
My own arousal heated me through and dampened my panties.
It would be so easy to lose myself in these two.
But communication was so important, especially with the surprise of two partners, not one, that I was falling for.
I wasn’t looking for one night, but a well-built future together.
I released my hold on their heads, and they took the hint and stopped kissing. They were so beautiful with their swollen lips and passionate gazes. “I want you both so much, but I think we need to cool down for a bit and talk some more. What do you think?”
Surprising no one anymore, Artemis sensually licked at the corner of her mouth, winked, turned, and huskily replied over her shoulder, “Okay,” as she walked over and sat on my couch.
“I think I liked it better when you were kiss-drunk.” I laughed softly.
“I think I liked it better when we were playing tongue tango, but here we are.” She actually flicked her eyelashes at me, making me laugh a little harder. She was so much fun.
Meanwhile, Matias had his forehead on my shoulder as he slowly distanced his front from my back. He mumbled, “I agree with you, but my body is less fond of the idea. Give me a minute.”
“Take your time.” I reached up and ruffled his hair affectionately. “We have all night.”
Artemis picked up the bottle of wine and began pouring out a small amount in each glass.
She suddenly looked a bit nervous instead of the self-assured woman I knew her to be all day.
When Matias fully disengaged, I sat next to her and took the glass she handed me, but placed it back on the table to hold her hand. “Is everything okay?”
“Yes. No. Yes. Ugh. My mind started racing—sometimes it does that—and I realized we slowed down around the time my arousal started to?—”
I quickly squeezed her hand. I could see where she was going with this, and I wanted to reassure her that the two events had nothing at all to do with the other.
“I’m sorry if it seems like the timing was related, but feeling your arousal had nothing to do with my desire to slow down and everything to do with how much I was drowning in sensation.
I realized I wanted to preserve tomorrow by establishing good communication today.
We’d already stomped right through my normal conversations about enjoying being a dominant with my partners without having set up any safewords or boundaries, without establishing trust, and without discussing how far we wanted to go on our first night. Does that make sense?”
“I guess we hadn’t really discussed my being a transwoman previously, though Matias and I had discussed it earlier, and so you were right to have us take a step back. I thought maybe my penis might have surprised you. As was obvious, I’ve chosen not to have bottom surgery.”
I smiled and pushed a stray curl behind her ear.
“Did it surprise me? Yes. But only because we hadn’t talked about it, and you’re fucking gorgeous.
It doesn’t change anything I am feeling for you.
Why should it? I am falling for you. I do think it’s important that I find out what you would enjoy and not enjoy, though, and what language you prefer regarding your penis.
Since you used that word, I am too, but let me know if you prefer something else. ”
Matias had sat on the couch behind Artemis, facing me, and hugged her from behind. “You’re perfect, hon.”
“Don’t think you’re getting out of this without talking about yourself, too.
I need to know what you prefer as well. If you both are going to let me get bossy and have faith that I’ll take care of you, then I need to know all I can.
” I scooted in and joined the hug fest. Our arms were all around each other like we were carving out space only for us from the rest of the world.
Matias groaned, but it was clearly in jest. “I’ll talk, but that means you have to, as well.”
I scooted back and said, “Well… that’s a deal breaker.” They both looked up at me, startled, and I doubled over, giggling. “I’m sorry. I suck at sweet moments. I’m sure with practice, they’ll feel more comfortable.”
Artemis yanked my hand, tackled me to the couch with our heads landing in Matias’ lap, and cuddled me, saying, “Clearly, exposure therapy is the only way forward.”
I wrapped her in my arms as he affectionately petted both of our heads and replied, “I can live with that.”
We spent the next few hours mixing sweet caresses, solid communication, scorching kisses, wine, and everything in between.
I wasn’t drunk, but I was getting more and more love drunk after only one evening.
I was falling so hard. I could not have organized such a perfect pairing for myself if I had tried.
TOGETHER: MATIAS
It was getting late (or early, depending on your perspective), and Yael had mentioned that she had a lesson to run the next day, Sunday, in the afternoon.
Artemis and I didn’t have work again until Monday.
With thoughts of taking care of one of my women, as I couldn’t help but think of them if only to myself, I started urging us toward the bedroom and sleep.
Artemis grumbled a little bit, but when Yael tugged her to the bedroom, she went along.
It was at this point that I realized that Artemis and I didn’t have any extra clothes, and I wasn’t sure what anyone was going to be comfortable sleeping in.
Did they sleep in anything usually? I usually slept in soft pajama bottoms or, on super warm nights, just my boxer briefs.
Would they be okay with me stripping down to my briefs right then?
Since it was Yael’s house, I watched her to see if she was going to set the tone.
When she stripped off her shirt, her leggings, and her bra, leaving her completely bare to us except for a pair of lavender cotton briefs, my mouth went dry.
She was a work of art with sculpted muscles, breasts on the slightly bigger side, and miles of skin I was itching to run my mouth along.
Taking her cue directly from our hostess, Artemis began to strip down as well. She was slim, with smaller, firm breasts, and wearing a lacy boy short. The women caressed each other briefly and then turned to me expectantly.
How did I get this lucky? No. Really? They were stunning, standing there waiting for me.
Mi corazón y mi vida. The thought was definitely too soon, but no less true for how I felt with them.
It was a little nerve-wracking stripping down in front of two goddesses, but I couldn’t wait to be skin-to-skin with them, so that made it a little easier.
I was down to my black boxer briefs when I realized they had moved closer.
Their bodies warmed both my front and my back with silky soft skin.