Double Grades

by Kristine Robinson

  “That’s a good girl.” Sabrina gave a soft laugh behind me, nails raking down my, now exposed, hips. Hooking her fingers around my panties, she tugged them away with ease, allowing the fabric to drop down to my knees, her fingers pressing inside me now. I moaned, still between Marcie’s legs as Sabrina fingered me from behind, nuzzling the back of my neck, still laying soft kisses against my neck.

  I hadn’t forgotten about Marcie. Once I adjusted to the feeling of Sabrina’s fingers inside me, I groped around the bedding until I found the toy that Marcie had been using. Pulling it close, I nudged the item inside her once more, flicking the small machine on and smiling as she arched with a cry. Her moans were utterly beautiful and I shuddered from the sound - and the feeling of Sabrina thrusting her fingers inside of me.

  “Fuck…” I cursed softly beneath my breath, my lips still brushing against Marcie’s opening, the tip of my tongue running along the edges of her folds as I thrust the toy into her body. It was thick with a slight curve, giving a low vibration that seemed to drive Marcie mad, from the way she whimpered and pleaded my name.

  Moving the toy faster, I used the toy to fuck Marcie with more ferocity until she finally let out a loud cry, cumming against the toy. Shifting my body, I kissed her hip and then moved up to kiss her lips. Sabrina leaned back, fingers still moving within me as she watched us kiss. I could feel her eyes staring down at me, no doubt enjoying the sight.

  Curling her fingers within me, I moaned against my kiss with Marcie, rocking my hips back against Sabrina’s touch. During our time together, she’d come to know my body well, and it didn’t take long before I finished, too. My forehead came to rest against Marcie’s, my breath heavy with a gentle smile. I kissed Marcie, one final time, before flopping over onto my side. Sabrina plopped on the bed beside me, her arms wrapping around my waist and pulling me close, kissing my jaw and ear.

  “Now you need a shower.”

  “You’re such an asshole.” I giggled while I spoke, just giving her a playful glare. Marcie said little, simply curling into my chest. Her face tucked against my neck, ears burning. It seemed she was still bashful about the fact that we had found her touching herself. It was rather cute, seeing how shy Marcie truly was, once I had gotten to understand her better. Running my fingers through her hair, I tilted my head back, slightly returning Sabrina’s kiss.

  Despite never having been involved in a relationship such as this, I found myself enjoying myself more and more as each day passed. While my needs had certainly grown since I started living with them, it wasn’t hard to realize that this was the healthiest my life had been in a very long time. I had more respect for myself and body, I was smiling more than ever and I found myself annoyingly giddy each day. Those at work were taking notice, asking me who I had met or what I was drinking before work to have such a change. Even Carmine knew I changed - she said I had an irritating glow about myself, though said so with as much love as she could.

  Giving a sigh, Sabrina laid her head down on the pillow, absently playing with my hair now. “You should let me do your hair, after you shower.”

  “Should I?”

  “You’d look cute with a French braid. Besides, Marcie finds them very attractive.” I smiled after hearing that, kissing Marcie’s ear who gave a loud groan in protest - but she didn’t argue. Not did she pull away from her hiding spot, tucked against my neck with my arms around her waist. I was honestly blessed, being able to spend my days with these two. How I got so lucky, I’ll never know.

  CHAPTER 7

  Sitting down at a small table, I carefully set aside my coffee and glanced at my phone. Sabrina was out of town to attend some event with her family, leaving Marcie at home alone. Which, in turn, caused her text me quite a bit while I was out. Of course, it wasn’t unwelcome. I had, in fact, encouraged Marcie to text me while I was out and about. I knew for a fact she would run into some form of the block while working and that speaking with others often helped her rid of these funks. Her text is simple and to the point, asking what type of coffee I had ordered and what it was like outside. As if she didn’t have a massive window beside her.

  Giving a soft laugh, I replied with a short ‘open the shades then!’ before taking the lid off my coffee and heading in some cream. I ordered a simple black coffee with some cream and sugar. I didn’t need much more beyond that, after all. Just something warm to pick me up before I have to go and run errands. Today was one of my rare weekends off and I wasn’t going to let the opportunity slide by. At least, that had been my plan, until I heard a voice call out to me.

  “Penny?”

  As I looked up, I found myself staring at Elliot. Without any hesitation, I frowned, looking back down at my coffee now. Not waiting for an invitation, he sat across from me with a grin, setting his own cup down. “Damn, Pen, I almost didn’t recognize you. Since when did you start wearing dresses?” The question caused me to lift my head, raising a brow. It was true, while we were together, I didn’t wear many dresses. More often than not, I was in skirts and blouses due to work. Today, due to the lovely weather, I grabbed a sundress and was feeling rather nice. That was, I was feeling nice until I saw Elliot and his awful grin.

  “I’ve always worn dresses,” I replied softly, however, I didn’t say much more beyond that. The last thing I wanted was to entertain Elliot and his awful behavior. Even before he started speaking, I already knew that whatever he was going to say would end up driving me mad. It was his talent, you see, always pushing my buttons and causing me to wish there was a cliff I could use for a quick escape. “What are you doing here, Elliot? Shouldn’t you be at your office?” Or anywhere else but here, sitting at my table, making me deeply regret leaving Marcie’s side.

  “I have the day off, I decided to mingle around town, see what fun I could find.” He winked and my skin prickled. When I was younger, I found his flirting to be rather cute and flattering. Now that I was older, mature and more aware of the world and his ways, I found it, frankly, rather creepy. The way he smiled made my stomach twist. For too many years, I had been married to that smile, while lies hissed through his teeth. He was, and always has been, an utterly awful person. Thanks to the two I befriended, I found myself unafraid to voice this, to accept the truth - that Elliot was a truly awful person. “I mean it, though, you look really good, Pens. You’re a stunner, always were.”

  “Thank you…” My response was soft, however, I found myself growing wary as our conversation continued.

  “How have you been?”

  “Fine-” Before I was able to truly explain myself, Elliot cut in, speaking for me instead.

  “Good. Things have been well on my end, as well, but I gotta say, I miss you, Penny.” That caught me by surprise. Looking up from my coffee, I stared at Elliot in shock. Giving a gentle smile, he reached out, laying his hand over my own. His thumb gently stroked against my hand, and I didn’t pull my hand away, regrettably. “I feel like things didn’t end well, between us.”

  “Well, you were fucking your assistant, so, I suppose I’ll agree with you there.”

  “We shouldn’t throw around blame, babe.” He spared a smile and I just raised a brow. Was he serious? Before I could question him further, Elliot continued to speak. Always speaking over me, much like he had during the years in which we were married. “I miss you, Penelope. It’s been so long and, honestly, I can’t stop thinking about you.” His touch shifted up from my hand and to my wrist, gently squeezing. He looked up at me with a soft smile and my stomach twisted further. “There’s so much that I miss about you, babe. Most of all, I miss waking up beside you.”

  “Well, you have someone else to wake up with, don’t you.” It wasn’t a question, more of a statement.

  “I suppose, but she’s been quite busy lately with work. Besides, she’s not you.” With a soft smile, he reached out and brushed my cheek gently. That was the breaking point. Slapping his hand away, I glared at him, disgusted with his behavior. He was trying to charm me, trying to f
lirt and seduce me much like he did when we were younger. It was repulsive. As Elliot pulled away from his hand from my strike, I quickly stood. My displeasure was clear on my face as I glared at him. I, honestly, wasn’t sure what the hell Elliot had expected to come about from this conversation, but I wanted nothing to do with it, any further.

  “Don’t touch me,” I stated this firmly, grabbing my phone and coffee. Keeping up my glare, I shook my head. “Don’t you dare think you can just wander back in, thinking that I’m some quick fuck, Elliot! You hurt me, you hurt me so much. How dare you speak to me like that? How dare you touch me!” I raised my voice now and I realized people were looking. I didn’t care. Instead, I glared at the man before me who rolled his eyes, irritated.

  “Don’t act like some damn angel, Penny. I already know you’re fucking around in town.”

  “Excuse me?!”

  “Carmine told me all about it. You’re fucking two chicks. I forgot you were into dykes.”

  That was my breaking point. Glancing at my luke-warm coffee, I didn’t hesitate to splash the liquid against his suit before storming out from the coffee shop. The thought that I was once married to a man like that was disgusting. Even more disgusting, however, was the fact that my best friend had told him about my bloody affairs. The last thing I wanted was for an awful monster like Elliot to know about my life. Leaving the coffee shop in a hurry, I wasted little time in pulling out my phone and calling Carmine. My hands were shaking as I walked, struggling to fight back tears.

  The phone rang for several moments before there was a click and I heard a familiar voice. “Penny!” Carmine’s voice was eager and I felt a small bit of guilt for my anger, however, couldn’t hold back my rage.

  “Carmine. Why the hell did you tell Elliot that I was seeing Marcie and Sabrina?!”

  There was a long pause on the other end before I was given a response. Carmine’s voice was soft, almost weak as she spoke. I could already hear the regret in her voice while she spoke, struggling to keep herself calm. I didn’t blame her, honestly. It made complete sense that she would be wary, with how furious my tone was. “I wanted to shut him up. I’m so sorry Penny. I went to dinner with him the other night and he was saying horrible things about you to his fiancee. Saying how you were boring in bed and that you were completely plain compared to his new girl.” I could hear Carmine took a sharp breath, no doubt frightened to admit the truth, yet was doing so either way. That guilt was far heavier now. “I told him about Sabrina and Marcie because I wanted him to be jealous. He’s so awful and you’re so happy. I wanted him to realize that you’re way better off without him. I honestly didn’t mean to cause any trouble, Pens. You know I would never want to cause you trouble, I love you.”

  Her voice started to shake towards the end of her explanation and I smiled softly. Yes, I did know that. I knew that Carmine adored me and that she would never, intentionally, do anything to hurt me. It hurt, what she had done, but it was done out of good intentions. Taking a few moments to gather myself, I finally nodded, though the actions were unseen across the phone.

  “I know, Carmine. I’m sorry, I just, hearing him say that made me livid! He started hitting on me, in the coffee shop. Wanted me to hook up with him while his new fiancee was out of town.”

  “He’s so disgusting! I’m telling our mom. She’s going to flip.” I couldn’t help but laugh now. As Carmine threatened her brother, I found myself laughing rather loudly, my mood slowly starting to lift.

  “I’m sorry for getting angry, Carmine. But thank you, for standing up for me. Honestly, you helped me realize something. Something I should have realized a lot of time ago, so thank you.”

  “ … Sure. I love you, Penny. I’ll always stand up for you. No matter what.”

  “You’re the best.” I smiled as I walked now, my mood far better - but my mindset. Thanks to the actions from both Elliot and Carmine, I realized something now, something very important.

  I knew exactly what I wanted with my life.

  CHAPTER 8

  After speaking with Carmine, last week, I finally realized something. I came to realize what I wanted in my life - I realized what was most important to me: myself. For far too long, I had lived for those around me. I lived my entire life supported Elliot, being there whenever he needed me and doing everything I could to make him happy. I rarely ever thought about myself, I always put him first. His needs, his dreams and the wishes of those around me. I honestly couldn’t remember the last time that I had actually done something for myself. Today, things were going to be different. I was going to start doing things the way I wanted them to be done - I was going to start putting myself first and thinking about my own happiness.

  Arriving at the penthouse, I felt my heart ready to leap from my chest. Not bothering to knock, I used my key to entered the room. It was almost cute, thinking back. The pair had already given me a key to their place, and yet I was still doubting where our relationship stood. I was still wary about whether or not they actually wanted me - if this was something that could last. I was such a foolish young woman. Stepping into the home, Marcie looked up from her laptop with a soft smile. “Hey.” Her response was soft, before turning back to her computer. Her dark hair was up in a terribly messy bun, glasses nearly slipping off her nose while writing. Marcie was only wearing PJ shorts and a baggy t-shirt - one that I recognized as Sabina’s.

  Walking over towards her, I leaned down and gently kissed her neck with a smile, hugging Marcie from behind, eyeing her laptop. A romantic piece that she had been working on for some time now. It was one that she kept restarting, insisting that it was shit. Her claims always caused me to roll my eyes, both frustrated, and yet, understanding of her fears. It was terrifying to create something and show it to others, placing yourself in the spotlight. Giving yourself entirely to their critiques. “I like the main girl,” I whispered in her ear and Marcie laughed. Gently closing her laptop with a sigh, she leaned back and accepted my kiss, meeting my gaze with a gentle smile. She looked beautiful like this, disheveled and smiling. Kissing her forehead now, I pulled away and looked around the room, “Where’s Sabrina?”

  Before Marcie had a chance to reply, I heard Sabrina’s voice from the bedroom. “Over here!” She called out and I laughed a bit. Waiting, Sabrina soon stepped out from her bedroom, a stark difference from her roommate. She wore a tight, white dress, with her hair draped over her shoulder in a braid. It was quite a cleaned up look for her and I tilted my head, watching as she approached, removing her earrings and kissing me. “Ugh, don’t stare at me like that! My mother wanted me to attend some stupid event with her. I can’t wait to get out of this shit.”

  “You look good,” I replied softly and she laughed, kissing the tip of my nose.

  “Says the most beautiful one in the room. What’s up, Penny? Usually, you text before showing up, not that I’m complaining, I enjoy a surprise every now and then.”

  That was true, I usually had a system for doing things. A habit that I wanted to break away from. Slowly shaking my head, I set my purse on the table, taking a seat at the table with a gentle shrug. “Wanted to try something new. I’m glad you’re both here, though, I wanted to talk to you.”

  At my statement, the pair looked at each other before over at me. There was a wariness in their eyes, which I knew would only grow worse as I spoke, but it was now or never. Sabrina spoke up, her voice gentle. “Sure thing.” She took a seat to listen, and I squeezed her hand.

  “I’ve been thinking so much since we started this whole thing. Thinking about myself, about my future. What I wanted from myself, now that I was a free woman. Did I want another relationship, did I want to find a real career, or perhaps, did I want to explore the entire world? It was a question that had been hanging on my mind for so long and I never truly thought about what I wanted before until now. Over this last week, I’ve done so much thinking, and I know what I want.”

  Marcie frowned now, pulling her knees up to her chest, however,
said nothing and allowed me to keep speaking.

  “In all honesty, I can never thank you guys enough. You opened my eyes to so many things that I had never thought about before, to things that I never imagined. I haven’t been this happy in years, and I feel like I’ve finally found myself. I’ve found a path that I wish to follow with my life and it’s all thanks to you two.”

  “…Are you leaving?” Marcie spoke softly, there was a nervous tone to her voice and I laughed. I had expected one of them to ask that question, and I was eager to correct them.

  “Not even close, baby.” It had one of the first times I ever called Marcie a name like that. Her face burned and I rummaged through my purse before producing two tickets. At the sight, Sabrina tilted her head, taking them and glancing at Marcie. She looked over the details a moment before her face lit up, staring at me in shock.

  “Plane tickets?”

  “For the midwest. I asked the travel agent and she told me about some amazing sights. I figured we could fly there, rent a car, and have a road trip. See the world that we live in, together. I know you’re scared of flying, Marcie, but we’re going to be there with you. You know we’d never let anything happen to you.” I smiled gently and she started at me - terrified, but she nodded slowly. It was adorable, how much faith she placed in me. Though, something told me the shock wasn’t just at the tickets, but that my plan for the future greatly involved the two of them.