Liz couldn’t remember the last time they had actually made love, but it was becoming more lovemaking and less hard fucking by the second. They kissed like high schoolers as they ground against each other in equal rhythm. He gripped her breasts in his palm, savoring every movement.
They were both quiet, careful to keep their moans to a bare minimum and their thrusts from being too wild. Every move was measured to keep the bed from jerking or vibrating too much.
Elizabeth found herself coming, and then coming again, curling her legs around Charlie’s hips and nearly whimpering with pleasure and satisfaction as he continued to plunge into her pussy, filling her perfectly over and over.
He fucked with vigor for what seemed like forever, and to the point where her eyes were rolling back with overwhelming desire, but then he kissed her harder than ever, his body tensing. She could feel his cock violently pulse within her, and even the feeling of his hot cum flowing into her canal.
He heaved an exhausted breath and nuzzled her neck with his nose for a moment before he lifted his head back up and stroked his fingers through her hair. “God, I love you,” he rasped, still inside of her.
She was full of emotion for him; it had been awhile since they were this intimate. “I love you, too.” She drew her fingers up to her face and kissed him again until he dropped to her side. She snuggled up to him, stroking her fingers down and up his chest.
“Why do you want to marry me?” she asked when he yawned wearily.
He in took a sharp breath, sounding surprised that she’d asked. Her question probably seemed very out of nowhere to him; but she had been pondering it a lot lately.
She continued, “We’ve always been happy together as it is… We never said anything about exclusivity. We’ve tried that; we know it doesn’t work.”
He replied calmly, “It’s not about exclusivity. I don’t care about exclusivity. I want to take you to a restaurant or board an airplane, or a million little things, and I want them to look at our last names and have them be the same. Make them know that we’re a package deal. I want to go places and talk about how proud I am of my wife. I want everyone we meet to realize there’s a connection between us, that we’re family, and we’re forever.”
Elizabeth grinned. Charlie could be so sweet, yet always possessive. She had to watch out for that. She kissed his chest, heard him rumble with pleasure, and then she fell asleep on him as he stroked her hair.
Chapter Six
Sophie hadn’t quite gotten used to waking up in a nice room and on top of an expensive mattress; sometimes she woke up with a start. Other times she’d wake up, unable to go back to sleep, and then would watch television until morning.
This morning, it wasn’t too long before she remembered that some strange turn of fate made it so Elizabeth Button was her girlfriend, and this morning one of the woman’s slender arms was draped around her side and spooning Sophie to her body.
She smiled and snuggled herself closer to Liz, listing all the things she liked about her, which was everything, including her smell, her softness, her kisses, her…
“Money,
Get away…
You get a good job with good pay and you’re okay…”
Sophie’s eyes widened at the random music playing right next to her head.
“Money,
It’s a gas…
Grab that cash with both hands and make a stash…”
She raised her head and saw a little black cellphone on the nightstand next to her. In the next second she heard a deep, rumbling groan and rustling of the sheets behind her.
“New car, caviar, four-star daydream…”
A strong, muscular, bare arm reached across Liz and Sophie until it the fingers attached to that arm blindly felt for the phone as it sang, “Think I’ll buy me a football team.”
The phone snapped backwards and she heard Charlie’s low voice grumble sleepily, “Mmm’ello?”
Sophie tensed, but stayed still as Charlie grumbled about how he’d never commentate for a Cleveland game if his life depended on it.
She didn’t want to just lie there, and she certainly wouldn’t have at all if Elizabeth wasn’t stroking her upper arm soothingly, as if trying to keep her calm.
Eventually, right around the time Charlie was explaining why he’d actually make commentary on the Oregon game on Saturday if he had to, Sophie kicked her legs to get herself scooting toward the edge of the bed, and then she fell off onto the floor.
She picked herself up, looked at both of them, realized that Elizabeth was quite naked, and, seeing how Charlie’s leg was sticking out of the covers, that he was too. Then Sophie realized that she was the only one fully dressed, except for her shoes.
They’d had sex in the same bed where she was sleeping! Somehow that wasn’t even gross… it was just insulting.
“Sophie!” Elizabeth hissed in a whisper, so not to be heard over Charlie’s phone call.
Sophie glared at Liz, grabbed her shoes, and stomped out of the room, slamming the door behind her.
She loved having doors everywhere to slam. Sophie’s past was filled entirely with a strange lacking of them. Now that they were everywhere, she liked to do it often to illustrate her feelings on certain matters—like how it felt to have one’s girlfriend wake up naked with someone else. Apparently, they thought it would be all fun and games to have sex with Sophie right there in the room with them.
Elizabeth’s room was on the main floor, so it didn’t take long before Sophie turned the corner and ran into Josh, who looked like he had showered very recently because his t-shirt was stuck to his body. Men, on the whole, apparently thought themselves too good for towels.
“Hey, Soph!” he said, pouring himself a mug full of coffee. “How you doing this morning, bunny? How’s your mouth?”
“Horrible,” she replied grumpily, doing her best to sound normal despite her tongue still feeling quite numb. The word still came out, ‘Howwible.’
Josh smiled, as he was wont to do at most times, even when it wasn’t very appropriate. “Let me make you some breakfast or something. Can you chew a little? At least on one side?”
“I’ll never eat again,” she declared, and with that comment, which she hoped he’d find mysterious, she continued her trek up to her bedroom and pretended she didn’t hear Liz call, “Sophia!” from downstairs. She walked into her shower and turned it on, drowning out all noise.
Sometime between shampoos, which she did several times in attempt to waste the entire house’s hot water to punish the dirty birds downstairs, she recalled having heard some of the sex play in her hazy, drug-induced memories.
Charlie had fed her a milkshake, claimed that the microwave was the Blu-Ray player, kept her from solid foods, and made her watch the sports channel until she fell asleep. Then there was something about cupcakes and the end of the world…
Maybe that was all a dream. What she was sure wasn’t, however, was this image she had in her mind of Charlie posed over Elizabeth, both of them looking adoringly at each other, and his claiming love for her. Then they talked about marriage slightly and then something else about cupcakes.
Sophie hummed with annoyance. That didn’t sound right. The sex must have happened though, because they were in the bed, and they were naked. Of course, Sophie wasn’t stupid. She knew Elizabeth was having sex with at least one of the men about four times a week, either with Josh or Charlie, but she hadn’t ever snuck a session in Sophie’s presence before.
When she was showered and had run out of reasons to cloister herself in the bathroom, she slowly opened the door to her bedroom, half-expecting Liz to be there, wanting to talk, or to spank her, or something else unpleasant.
Liz had been in there; she noticed because she’d picked up the clothes Sophie had shed on the way to the shower and put them in the hamper. She had also laid out her clothes for that day on the bed, which was something Liz couldn’t seem to help herself from doing.
Yes, indeed; at eighteen, S
ophie found herself far more cared-for than she was when she was two.
She sighed at the selection—another skirt. She frowned. Always skirts.
She put on her shirt and sweater and was trying to figure out which side could be considered the skirt’s front when there was a gentle knock on the door.
She raised an eyebrow to leer at the door. “Yeah?” she asked, knowing it couldn’t possibly be Elizabeth, because she’d just walk in while she was knocking. Knocking for Elizabeth wasn’t so much asking for permission as it was an announcement.
The door cracked open. “It’s me, Josh. Can I come in?”
She pulled on her skirt and tugged it up to her waist. “I suppose,” she replied, and Josh pushed the door the rest of the way open, came in, and closed it behind him.
He stood next to the door awkwardly, shoving his hands in the back pockets of his loose-fitting jeans. “I heard what happened,” Josh told her, and then he rushed to clarify, “you know… This morning when you probably figured out what they were doing last night.”
She frowned. “They could have hidden the evidence a little better,” she grumbled.
“They weren’t trying to hide it,” Josh shrugged, and walked over to sit on the bed. “That’s how things work in this house. Liz is a non-exclusive lady. You need to comprehend that. She’ll never be satisfied with just you, or just with Charlie, or just with me. There’s nothing any of us can do about it; that’s the way things are.”
Sophie nodded, although unhappily. She knew this about Liz, and she wasn’t heart-torn over not being Liz’s one-and-only. Really, in a lot of ways, it let her off the hook. She didn’t have to be the only person who was around to make Liz happy. Liz was a complicated woman; not to mention that Sophie wasn’t skilled enough at bed sport to even get Liz to orgasm yet.
But that didn’t make her afraid that Liz was going to choose to go monogamous any second, and not choose her. In fact, it seemed like it could head in that horrible direction at any second. “They were talking about…” she admitted, grabbing her stockings and looking distractedly at them, “… marriage. I think.”
Josh suddenly chuckled. “Probably. Charlie’s been trying to seal that deal since he was four.” He added, “Hell, I’ve been trying to marry Liz since I was born. But hey—even if one of us get her to let us have our way for once, it doesn’t mean the dynamic we have with her would change. It wouldn’t change how she feels about you.”
She looked at him, seriously doubting that.
“I’m serious!” he said. “Once Liz picks out a little, she’s a one-woman lady. She won’t want another unless you leave her.”
She sighed and sat down next to him on the bed to pull her white stockings over her feet and legs. “I’m not her little. I mean, I call her mommy, but other than that… I don’t do anything that regular littles do. I don’t know what I’m doing. I’m a bad girlfriend, because I don’t know how to… you know…”
He raised his eyebrows. “I do?”
“You know…” She swirled her hand around in the air. “That thing.”
“You mean orgasm?” he asked, looking far too amused.
“Well, no.” She stopped and stammered an explanation. “I mean, she’s done me—I’ve totally, like, done that. But I mean, I can’t do it to her.”
He smiled and shook his head before putting an arm around her shoulders and giving her a squeeze. “Then stick with me, grasshopper; learn from the master. I know that woman’s body better than I know my own. It’s all in the nipples. She’s huge on nipples; but she’s also got to be ready up here.” He dug his finger into his own temple. “She has to get into the right mindset, then she goes crazy. Other than that, it’s all the normal stuff.”
“Normal stuff?”
“You know, like the clit.”
“Right.” Sophie was going to have to get a book or something. Oh, who am I fooling? she thought. I can’t even get myself off.
“Other than that—being a little is no problem. Just let yourself go. Relax. Be silly. Make mistakes. As I said, you have nothing to worry about because Liz will never leave you. Other than that, you do enough just by acting naturally because you’re just a cute, bouncy person. Except…”
She leaned toward him, listening.
“You need to start sucking up to Charlie,” he told her. When she was disappointed by the advice, even sneered at it, he suddenly looked stern. “Look,” he said. “Liz is going to be miserable if you two don’t get along. Charlie’s a good guy, and he’s hell-bent on looking out for you, but he’s sensitive and he can get his feelings hurt. I think he’s already working himself in a fix because he wants to be your daddy, and you openly hate his guts.”
The idea of anyone wanting to play “daddy” with her made her blush. “You don’t know what it’s like to be… you know… A little.”
“No, maybe not,” Josh granted, “but you haven’t seen the D&S Liz and I dabble in. You don’t know what that’s like. I used to really freak out over some of the stuff she had me doing for her; but I couldn’t be dominant with her, because I knew Charlie was, and I wanted to provide something for her that Charlie couldn’t.
“So I relaxed and pretended to be way cooler with bottoming and subbing than I was. Before I realized it, I was actually enjoying it. Hell, I look forward to her topping the living shit out of me now—excuse my French.”
He shrugged and added, “Fake it till you make it. I have a feeling, now that I know you a little better, that if you just relax and let them—that means Charlie, too—treat you like a ‘little’, you’ll fall right into it. And then you’re gonna wake up one day and wonder how you lived outside of that dynamic. I know that’s what happened to me.”
He reached over and patted the inside of her thigh. Unexpectedly, he left it there for a long time. “By the way,” he added mischievously, “watching you put on your stockings gave me total wood right now.” Before she could react to that, he kissed her cheek and patted her inner thigh again.
She bit her lip and looked him over. “Hey… Josh?” she asked timidly before he made it to the door. He spun around to her and she continued, “I was thinking… If you wanted to…” She swallowed. “Can you give me lessons on how to… You know… with Liz?”
“Uh…” He looked panicked by the request for a second, and then he looked back and forth, as if searching for a camera, then at the door, before responding, “Right now?”
“Well…” She was probably purple by now, she was blushing so hard. She gave up on eye contact and pinched at her bedspread. “No, but… You know.”
He eyed her seductively for a second, and then nodded. “Only if you keep call me Uncle Josh,” he added with a wink. “I love that.”
She giggled slightly. “Okay, Uncle Josh.”
“And not right now,” Josh clarified, putting his hand on the doorknob. “You should probably go down and face the music.”
She blinked. “Face the music?”
“Yeah.” He opened the door and waved his hand to usher her through it. “If you think Liz was kidding about you needing to tell her if you need anything, you should think again. Liz doesn’t kid; particularly about health stuff. If I were you, I’d keep my head down and my mouth shut. Make Liz think that her disappointment is really the worst punishment of all.”
She got up from the bed, crying, “But… but I didn’t do anything bad or anything! I just thought it was a bruise!” She grabbed her shoes and tugged them on. “It’s no big deal.”
Josh frowned and shook his head. “It’s not me you have to convince,” he said, which was a bad sign, because not even Josh looked at all convinced. In fact, he began to repeat his advice, “Head down, admit you were wrong…”
“But I wasn’t!”
“… and definitely don’t say you weren’t wrong and thus imply that she’s wrong!” He ushered her out one more time and she sighed and complied. He trailed closely behind her. “Head down,” he reminded when they were at the bottom of
the stairs, “and just let her lecture you.”
She pursed her lips, took a deep breath, and strode to the kitchen with her head high.
Josh rubbed his hand over his eyes and then murmured to himself something that sounded like, “Well, she has to learn sometime…”
* * *
“Where’s Josh?” Elizabeth asked when she came into the kitchen, simultaneously trying to hook her earrings on her lobes now that she’d applied her makeup.
“I think he went to go see Sophie,” Charlie replied. He’d seen Josh enter her room when he was coming in from outside the front door, where he had rescued the newspaper from the snowy front step. “Was your shower as cold as mine was?” he added tersely.
She sighed and admitted that it was. “I think it was a little bit of payback,” she admitted. “She’s not used to this. She’s used to what she sees—one man and one woman getting together and being exclusive. This arrangement is a lot to swallow,” she defended patiently, then she eyed the ceiling. “What’s Josh doing up there?”
“I don’t know,” Charlie replied, getting more frustrated with every second he couldn’t find the sports section in the rolled-up paper that was wet around the edges.
“Well, how long has he been up there?” she asked, sounding worried now.
“I don’t…” Suddenly he looked up, giving her a chiding expression. “Honey, you can’t start worrying about Josh. Despite what he says, he’s not actually the type of guy who would charge into an emotionally confused teenager’s panties. Besides,” he added with a shrug, “he told me he got tons of play last night. He’s not hard-up this morning. Aha!” The sports section was finally found. He pulled it out, poured himself a cup of coffee, and sat down in his breakfast nook.
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