I agreed with that option only because it felt like the easiest and most simple thing to do. There was no need to rush things, to leave Nicola, to move in with Sean (see I was already rushing things) because we had no idea what we even wanted to do. And Mark and Clare could sort out their own problems, I did not need to be anyone’s therapist.
At least this time I knew I could trust Sean. He would never do the photograph thing again, unless I consented.
In fact, I suddenly love the idea of him using a camera on me. Maybe next time I saw him I would suggest him. I had left and I was walking home to Nicola. I stopped on the way and sent him a text.
‘Hey, I have an idea. Next time I come over it would be really nice if you took out your camera. We could take a couple of pics, of us…’
The response was immediate.
‘I think that I would like that very much Molly. And of course your privacy is totally guaranteed.’
I was already excited for next time. But for now, I had to get home to Nicola.
I arrived home and pushed open the door. There was Nicola sitting on the couch watching the television. She was so pretty and so sexy and also so lovely.
‘You look tired,’ she told me. ‘I gather things with Mark and Clare got really hectic? Clare called me to say you had been no help at all, she was in a complete state. She also told me that Mark had spent the night with another woman. She was hysterical.’
‘She is an idiot,’ I told Nicola. ‘But I was the bigger idiot to think I should step in and help them. They need to sort out their own stuff. Mark needs to man up a little too, tell Clare what he really wants instead of doing his disappearing act. I mean, REALLY, he was all over the news as a missing person meantime he was spending the night fucking some whore.’
I immediately felt guilty for talking like that given I had just spent a couple of hours fucking some dude. Except he wasn't just a dude, he was my first lover or my first true lover.
Still, Nicola did not need to know about that. We needed to focus on one another only. It was evening and time for us to catch up, have a glass of wine, chat about our lives and also - what were we both going to do now that college was over. We both needed to find work and start earning. We decided to go out for dinner and put all the stress of the last day out of our minds.
‘Let’s find somewhere with lovely tablecloths,’ suggested Nicola. ‘That way I can play with your legs at the restaurant and nobody will be able to see. Who knows, I may even get under the tablecloth and put my head between your legs…’
Good golly Miss Molly, why did I attract these crazy sexy people to me. I guess I attracted them because I was exactly like them.
We chose a fancy restaurant, asked for a table for two in the corner, and were delighted with the length of the tablecloth. The menu was also pretty good and pretty fancy. There were the most delicious sounding and sexy foods - lots of dips with different breads, salads dripping in sexy sounding dressings, oysters and prawns and lobster and crayfish and all things aphrodisiac.
Not that we need any aphrodisiacs. I could tell that Nicola was feeling incredibly sexy. She was sitting really close to me with her hand on my leg. Not just on my leg but on my thigh. Quite high up. On top of my skirt.
And then she moved it to under my skirt. She did this just as we were ordering our wine.
‘I think we’ll have a bottle of chardonnay,’ I was saying, trying to choose which chardonnay.
‘Uh, uh, why don't you choose for us,’ I stammered as I felt her fingers reaching higher and higher.
I was very happy about the tablecloth.
The waiter was insistent on talking to us about the wine, which one we should have, where the wines came from, how it depended on what we were going to eat.
‘Oh please, please,’ I begged him, ‘please just choose the fucking wine.’
Whoa. ‘You are a bit short tempered this evening,’ Nicola said but she was laughing. She knew that she was stressing me out with her hands and her fingers and the tickling.
What she did not know that my pussy, although I really wanted her fingers to go higher, was pretty bruised from my few hours with Sean. I wasn’t sure if I would be able to handle more fingers on my pussy lips. I wasn’t sure if I could handle sex again, or if my body could handle sex again.
Still, her hands persisted.
‘You’re squeezing your legs together,’ Nicola stated. ‘Separate them now. Otherwise how can I reach that little treasure chest of yours.’
I sighed so loud I was sure that everyone in the restaurant could here me. It was a pretty mixed up sigh, a sigh of total lust and passion and also a sigh of longing and also a sigh of ‘oh holy cow I am in a lot of trouble and I don't know what to do.’
But my natural instinctive horniness took over and I parted my legs, just a little. As I did that we were ordering our food. Nicola suggested that I order for both of us. Of course she suggested that, she knew that I would struggle talking, she knew I would be breathless. Her fingers had found their way to my pussy, to my wetness. She was stroking me as I was ordering the aubergine dip.
I think the waiter cottoned on. He took down the order with a bit of a sigh himself, adjusted the tablecloth which I am sure was his way of saying ‘I know exactly what you two are doing here’ and walked away in a huff. When he eventually bought us the first course my eyes were totally glazed over.
‘My friend is in the bathroom,’ I told him. ‘If you put the food down, I will just wait for her to come back. Thanks. Don’t worry, I’ll sort it all out.’
‘The bathroom?’ he queried. ‘That is funny, I could swear I saw her going under the table. I guess to retrieve a dropped fork. You know what, I’ll bring you a new fork, tell her not to worry about the dirty one. I can fetch it.’
He stooped down as if to get on his hands and knees. He was fucking with us. But I could fuck back, pretty well.
‘Sure, get the fork,’ I said. ‘You never know what else you might find down there.’
Meantime Nicola had parted my legs and had her head deep between my thighs. You have no fucking idea how good it felt and how good I was feeling. I didn’t care what the waiter thought or saw or did.
Although I was mighty grateful we had a table that was in a corner and in a private booth. I may have forgotten to tell you that previously.
Our waiter who had started off in such a bad mood was now the friendliest waiter in the world. He was on his hands and knees. Looking for that fork.
well. He wasn’t really looking for the fork. He was watching Nicola who was giving me the most fantastic orgasms in the world. You may ask how many orgasms a girl can have in one day. The answer is MANY. She was licking my pussy, my legs were open, my head was thrown back, I was wet, so wet, soaking wet. At some point they changed position because then it was a different tongue and a different feel and a different orgasm and I don’t know what was going on under that tablecloth because there was a lot of other groaning too. I think Nicola may have taken the waiter’s cock in her mouth, I couldn’t see a thing, I could only hear and everything I could hear was fabulous.
Maybe Nicola missed having cock too. Maybe she also wanted to fuck a man. It was funny because we had never discussed that. Nicola had been a lesbian for a long time, she never told me about male lovers that she may or may not have had. As far as I knew, she had only been with women over the last few years. But she was certainly having fun under the table with the waiter.
I felt we should possibly know his name but actually, for what reason exactly would that be? I ate a bit of dip, and then I ate a bit more dip, realising how exceptionally hungry I was. The two of them had left me alone now and I think they were having full on sex down there. I was cool with that, I was pretty satisfied and satiated anyway.
Eventually he, the waiter, popped up.
‘I think your main courses are ready’ he said, and sashayed off to get them.
And then Nicola popped up too, looking a little flushed and a little r
ed and a little sweaty. And she was very very hungry.
‘Where is our food do you think, gosh this waiter is exceptionally slow, do you think we should complain?’
We smiled at one another. When the food arrived we ate quickly and hungrily. We also didn’t analyse or overthink what had gone on down there, literally down there. We just ate and chatted and spoke about the end of college and finding work and how comfortable we were with one another and how much fun we had together.
We walked home, hand in hand, in the moonlight.
I suddenly felt incredibly adult. I could have a partner. We could explore all different kinds of sex if we wanted to. But the two of us really had something special going together. We were all grown up and I realised I had learned a lot from Nicola. And from Sean. I had learned that anything could happen and to go with the flow. Because nothing was too much.
Or. Was it?
Chapter Four
Did I have to make a choice?
I had never been happier in my life. There were no complications. Nicola did not know about Sean. Sean knew about Nicola but he didn’t seem to care. I did however find myself getting increasingly tired. I would spend the night with Nicola and I would meet Sean in the day. I would have dinner with Nicola and I would generally have lunch with Sean. I was rushing from one to the other and I was really tired.
Between that I was trying to be a better friend to Mark. I was also trying to find work. And there was Mark’s girlfriend Clare. Mark was treating her pretty badly. He disappeared often and Clare was getting used to it. His disappearing was about other women, that much was pretty clear. Clare, clear! And yet Clare didn't break up with him. I suppose she felt that something was better than nothing. I saw her from time to time, especially between job interviews, but I found her hard to get close to. And time was an issue.
One day I was walking home from job interview, a little sad and a little despondent. I needed work. Nicola had found a fabulous job, Sean was teaching and I was a bit lonely. I shouldn't have been lonely, I really had the best of both worlds, but I needed to occupy my time a bit better.
I was about to head into a little coffee shop when I saw Clare was sitting inside it. And Clare was not sitting alone. She was sitting with another woman, a really pretty woman, a gorgeous woman in fact. The two of them looked intimate. I would have gone to say hello and even to join them for a cup of coffee but I could see that their intimacy was not just friendship.
They were together.
Clare, Mark’s girlfriend, was having an affair with another woman.
I smiled to myself at how nothing is ever what it seems. To everyone out there, I was with Nicola. Sean was on his own. Mark was with Clare. And yet in reality we knew that I was with Nicola and I was also with Sean. Mark with with Clare but also a whole lot of other women. And here was Clare with someone that I had never seen before.
And the other woman was stroking Clare at the back of her neck where tendrils of her hair were coming down. Soft, gentle strokes that were most definitely intimate. Clare was sitting, eyes a little glazed over, very definitely enjoying the touch. And then she saw me. Within a few seconds her colour went from white to bright red and she jumped out of her chair.
‘Molly, Molly, I didn’t expect to see you. I thought you had a job by now. Let me introduce you to my friend. This is Lulu. We’re both between college courses and taking a break. Lulu is also studying psychology.’
I was going to shake Lulu’s hand as a greeting but instead I leaned into her and kissed her on the cheek. She smelled very very good.
‘It is very nice to meet you Lulu. Hi. So you two are college friends?’
‘We are,’ Lulu replied. ‘You know how you get close to your friends at college. And you were Sean’s girlfriend weren’t you? I remember that whole saga last year. You have a great body, if you don't mind me saying, I remember seeing those amazing nude photographs on Instagram.’
I could have been offended but I chose not to. At least she had thought the photographs were amazing. And it was better to have these things out in the open anyway.
‘I am kind of glad that whole thing is behind me you know. It was a hard time and a very confusing one. I was totally betrayed then by Sean and his friends. Oddly though, Sean and I have become friendly again. And I have a fabulous girlfriend too, as I guess you know. Nicola is my partner. Maybe you know her?’
I was saying this because it was clear Lulu was a lesbian too. And it made sense to get everything out in the open.
Lulu then said something very surprising.
‘I do know Nicola. I always used to see her at college and I think she is incredibly beautiful, smart and very sexy. I kind of had my eye on her until she got involve with you. I do know about you two and your relationship.’
‘Are you two together?’ I asked, looking at Clare.
‘We are exploring. You know that I am still with Mark even though that relationship is not really going anywhere. I think it’s just a matter of time before I tell him about Lulu and that I leave him. If he doesn’t leave me before.’
Our conversation had taken a pretty honest and intense turn from the start. I decided to go full on in.
‘Nicola is the first woman that I’ve ever been with. What about you?’
I could see Clare blushing but she left Lulu to answer the question.
‘Oh I’ve been around Molly. I’m a little older than you, I’ve been with me, I’ve been with women, I still like both. But I do love women.’
She was staring at me as she was saying that and I started to feel a little hot and bothered. Her look was very direct. And Clare was right there. And there was Nicola.
‘Clare,’ she was now looking at Clare. ‘Have you every thought about a threesome?’
‘I have not,’ Clare said very matter of factly.
‘Have you?’
I realised Lulu was talking to me.
‘I have not,’ I replied.
But I know that now Clare and Lulu and I were all thinking of a threesome.
‘What about Mark?’ I asked Clare.
We all knew the answer to that. Mark was out the picture, mostly. But then, what about Sean and what about Nicola. I wasn’t sure I wanted to do this anyway.
I stood up to leave.
‘I should never have joined you two! This conversation has taken a serious sexual turn and I am not sure if I m ready for any of this? I am going to kiss you both goodbye and leave. Good luck with whatever you two do though. And have fun.’
I bent over to give Clare a hug goodbye and to give Lulu a handshake.
Instead, somewhat awkwardly, we landed up kissing. Right there, in the middle of the day and in the middle of a coffee shop, the three of us were kissing. It was pretty damn sexy. Three women, our bodies all touching each other, our lips all touching, soft lips,beautiful gentle lips,a little tongue, a lot of tongue.
We could almost feel the entire coffee shop take a gasp. We were in a public spot after all. I said goodbye and I left.
But as I walked away, there was one huge smile on my face and a really spring in my step. I was thinking about sex. And how much fun we could all be having. Together. I had gone from being a real nerdy girl to being a nerdy girl who was taken advantage of, to being part of the IT Guys, to becoming and IT Girl and now - I was in control of my destiny. It didn’t really matter what I was or what gang I belonged to.
Other than perhaps a gang bang.
Chapter Five
A Gang or a Gang Bang
I arrived back at home feeling excited. My heart was racing fast and my face was flushed. Nicola wasn’t home yet. I ran myself a lovely warm bubble bath, stepped out of my clothes and into the bath tub. I lay there, eyes closed, feeling the warm soapy water all over my body. That kiss, that rather lovely kiss with Clare and Lulu had definitely turned me on. I felt my body with my hands, gently feeling my neck and then my breasts, stopping briefly at my nipples. They were hard and I pinched them between my fingers, fe
eling jets of pleasure shooting from my nipples down my stomach and to between my thighs. I played a little more, breathing harder as I felt and squeezed and pinched.
I kept one hand on my breasts and moved the other down to between my thighs, to my pussy. Even in the water, I could feel how wet I was. I explored with my hand, feeling my pussy lips, my clit, moving my fingers in and out, up and down, round and round in little circles.
Let me tell you that nobody knows her pussy better than the woman who has it. I know exactly what to touch, where to touch and how to do it. I can feel my clit quickly and I know that I can start gently and slowly and then build up the pressure until I am fucking myself, hard and deep. I was fucking myself hard and deep, moaning out loud, coming and coming.
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