Bi-Satisfied

by Nikki-Michelle

  He didn’t get the chance to find out. The food arrived, and although Michael and I still did a little back-and-forth throughout breakfast, it wasn’t as bad as it could have been. After we were done with breakfast, Michael talked us into seeing a movie at the AMC Southlake 24. Driving in separate cars there gave me time to simmer down after my little quarrel with Michael.

  Couldn’t remember what the movie was about. I was with two men who I happened to be sexually attracted to. To one more so than the other, but that was only because I didn’t want to get to know the other one on that level, or at least that was what I told myself. We all had time to talk before the movie started. First, we grabbed snacks, drinks, and popcorn. All of mine were courtesy of Michael and David. They refused to let me pay for anything while I was in their presence. I was used to this with David. Thought it was nice of Michael, since he didn’t know me all that well.

  “Consider it a peace offering,” he said to me as we walked to theater in which our film was playing. “I’m not confused. Not gay. I’m me. I’m a man who happens to like both men and women. Can you live with that?” he asked me as we walked behind David, who was on the phone.

  I stopped and looked up at him. “Did you come all this way just to have sex with David?”

  “And what if I did?”

  “Is he open to it?”

  “Ask him.”

  “If he was, would you? Even with a wife at home?”

  He shrugged. “Depends on the mood.”

  I looked at David, who’d finally noticed that we’d stopped. He was still on the phone, talking to one of the partners at the firm, but his eyes were planted firmly on us.

  “What does that mean?” I asked, looking back at Michael.

  He gave me the once-over, which made my inner thighs moist. “Can I have you too?”

  “What?”

  “You heard me. I’m a man who knows what he wants. I won’t have him if I can’t have you too.”

  I chuckled. My cheeks were flushed, I was sure. “You don’t know me.”

  “I know I like what I see, Freckles. That’s what I’ll call you from now on . . . Freckles. Told David I want to count your freckles up close,” Michael said.

  He closed the small gap between us and brushed a smooth finger over my freckles. I licked my lips to wet them. Took a sip of the large Sprite in my hand to wet my throat. I looked at David. I couldn’t read him. Didn’t know what he was thinking. I didn’t want to make him mad. I knew that. I was so busy trying to gauge David’s reaction that when Michael turned my attention back to him, lifted my chin, and placed his lips against mine, I almost dropped the popcorn and the Sprite.

  Shit. Damn. Oh . . . my . . . God.

  My vocabulary had become limited. Michael’s lips were as soft as I thought they would be. I got lost in that man’s kiss. The way his lips overtook mine had me moaning, and I didn’t even know it. Was too afraid to think about who kissed better. Didn’t want to. I wanted to pull away but couldn’t. The more I tried to stop, the deeper he took the kiss. My nipples pushed against the fabric of my bra. I didn’t move, for fear that my arousal would run down my leg. I was having an orgasm while standing in the hallway of a movie theater.

  “Damn, bruh,” I heard someone say as he passed us.

  Heard a few female giggles. “God damn, he kissing the shit outta her,” one woman said.

  “Wish a nigga would kiss me like that,” another said.

  A third woman remarked, “They may as well go home and start fucking. . . .”

  People laughed, and someone else said, “Them niggas ain’t ’bout to make it home. I’ma go in whatever movie theater they going in.”

  No matter what they said, Michael didn’t pull away from the kiss. In fact, it seemed as if having an audience riled him up more. I dropped the popcorn and the drink. Needed my hands. Had to place them somewhere on him when he pulled me closer to him. One of his hands gripped my ass, while the other played in the back of my hair. I had to use one of my hands to keep the back of my dress down.

  That motherfucker kissed me until my lips went numb. When he pulled back, I was left panting . . . watching him. . . waiting on him to do it again . . . wanting him. . . .

  I felt sorry for his wife at that moment. I couldn’t be his wife. To know that your husband possessed that much sexual prowess had to be bad for a woman’s mental health. She had to know what she had at home. Had to know he was a beautiful liar. The devil. Temptation in the flesh.

  “Say yes,” Michael said to me.

  “Huh?”

  Michael had said it, but it was David’s voice I’d heard. He had asked the same thing of me that David had countless times before.

  Oh, shit. David. I looked to my right and saw that David was no longer on the phone. He was watching us, arms folded across his chest, with an unreadable expression on his face. He walked toward us, which caused some sort of fear in me. The people watching us came to a stop. It was clear they thought some shit was about to go down. I did too. I was breathing rapidly as David approached me. Nope. We weren’t together, but I’d crossed a line, I knew.

  But David didn’t flip out. He took my hand in his, pulled me away from the mess I’d made of the popcorn and soda.

  “Oh, shit. Shawty pimping,” some female claimed.

  “Damn, son,” another remarked.

  “The shit you see in the A, my nigga,” a third female said.

  We ignored them all. I could say I was a bit embarrassed. Didn’t know what to think or feel. All I knew was my pussy needed handling. Michael stopped David before we walked away. He whispered something in his ear that caused David to cut his eyes at me. He gave me the once-over but said nothing. Nodded once at Michael and kept walking. I glanced back over my shoulder to see Michael cleaning the mess I had made. Then Michael caught up with us, and he and my best friend walked hand in hand into the theater.

  All of that happened before the movie even started. David and I sat silently through the trailers. Michael left and then came back in with fresh popcorn and Sprite. We all sat at the very back of the theater, which was good. Michael sat on one side of me, while David sat on the other.

  “Your pussy’s wet, huh?” David asked me out of the blue.

  I didn’t answer him. Was taken aback by the abruptness of the question coming from him.

  “You’re sitting like a woman with a wet pussy,” he continued.

  I had been fidgeting around in my seat. Couldn’t get comfortable, because of the very thing he’d alluded to. Most women would have probably felt bad about even being sexually attracted to two men at once. Me, not so much. I’d never been afraid of my sexuality, because Clarissa Kennedy hadn’t allowed me or any of my sisters to be. She felt as if women had the right to be as sexually liberated as men. Mom had taught us that as long as we were responsible when it came to sex, we could do whatever we wanted.

  “You’re mad at me for letting Michael kiss me?” I asked him.

  “Oh, he kissed you, huh?” he asked sarcastically.

  “Yeah, you saw him. I was watching you, and he kissed me.”

  David grunted as he kept looking at the movie screen as the lights dimmed. We were talking loud enough for Michael to hear, but he didn’t seem to care. He was on his phone. I assumed he was talking to his wife, since he asked about his kids. David didn’t say anything else. He focused on the movie. Michael was asking his wife about her day at work. I was the oddball out.

  I stood, did a little jig so that my thong would act right. Had a good mind to go to the bathroom and rid myself of it. But I sat back down. Caught Michael watching my ass while I bounced around. I heard him ask his wife if she missed him. I saw a big smile on his face. I looked at David. Still no reaction from him. I crossed my legs and uncrossed them. Leaned against the back of the chair in front of me, then sat back again.

  David looked at me from the corner of his eye. Leaned to the side, with his thumb and index finger looking as if they were cradling his chin
. Michael grabbed my hand and placed it on his dick. I had a good mind to snatch my hand back, but he wouldn’t let me. He told his wife how much he missed her while using my hand to massage his dick.

  I was so turned on that it threatened to drive me crazy. Needed a release that those two men held me in the palms of their hands. I felt heat when David leaned toward me. I almost moaned out loud when his tongue licked the vein in my neck, and then he used his lips to suck down on it and finish me off. David’s hand crept between my thighs as he kissed my neck. His fingers slipped inside me with ease. I wasn’t wearing any underwear, I finally remembered. That was why I had had to hold the back of my dress down when Michael palmed my ass. That thong I thought I had on was a figment of my imagination. My pussy was so swollen with desire that it felt as if something was straining against my vaginal lips. David fingered me, massaged my clitoris with the pad of his thumb, all the while telling me how much he wanted me in my ear.

  “He made you come,” David said to me. “You let him make you come. Took me eight years to make you come for me. Took him less than forty-eight hours,” he mumbled against my ear.

  The heat from his breath and the way his teeth grazed my ear worked me over. Made my hips roll in my seat. The moment was erotic. Seductive. But I heard the clear tone of jealousy in David’s voice.

  “I’m sorry,” I said, apologizing to David. “Hmm,” I moaned, biting down on my lips.

  “Shhh,” Michael whispered in my other ear.

  I guessed he’d hung up with the wife. He unzipped his slacks. Slipped my hand into his boxer briefs and allowed me to feel the long thickness that he kept there.

  “Jesus,” I whispered.

  Michael’s hand joined David’s between my thighs. David removed his fingers. They were soaked with my come. Two of Michael’s fingers took their place. His fingers were thicker than David’s. David’s were longer, but Michael’s fingers were thicker. My knees rose as my back arched, and I clawed at David’s shirt. Gripped Michael’s dick tighter in my hand. He groaned low. Swelled more in my hand, and I felt his pre-excitement leak over my fingertips.

  David brought his come-laden fingers to my mouth. Smeared my arousal on my lips like gloss, then kissed me. His tongue traced the outline of my lips, forcing me to suck the tip. He pulled the top of my dress down, causing my breasts to spill forward. While he cupped the left one in his hand, Michael’s mouth sucked on the right one as he aggressively finger fucked me. Both of them drank from me. They worked as a team. When one sucked my nipples, the other ravished the rest of my breasts. When I saw their tongues touch . . .

  Something happened in that moment. I was ashamed of what happened to me in that moment. Their tongues touched. As they kissed my nipples, I kept seeing their tongues touch. My head fell back. I was in complete ecstasy. There was something intoxicatingly erotic and dangerously satisfying about this moment.

  The base of Michael’s palm gave my clit all the stimulation it could handle. He removed his index finger. Kept his middle finger inside, stroking my G-spot.

  I thought I would slobber when David’s middle finger joined his. Good God, they were both fingering me. My G-spot was swelling. Pussy was queefing, but no sound came out. Those muscles in my stomach tightened, as if I was doing an ab workout. There was something overtaking me that I’d never had happen before. It felt as if I had a strong urge to release. I wanted to be afraid of that feeling, but knowing what it was—since I had seen it on videos, had read up on it—I gave in. Before I could warn them, I squirted all over the seat and their fingers.

  “Damn,” they said in unison as they removed their fingers.

  Michael ran a dry hand down his face while looking at his other hand, which was dripping wet, and then he laughed low. David gazed into my eyes when they finally opened. He kissed me softly. I couldn’t catch my breath. He had to breathe for me. So his mouth covered mine, and he kissed me until I could inhale.

  Summer

  I adjusted Michael’s shirt on me. Rolled up the sleeves and then placed the belt I’d had on with my dress around my waist. I’d splashed water all over my dress and the seat in the movie theater. Michael had had to go to his rental and grab the extra dress shirt he had. It had been simple enough for me to make it look like a tunic dress. I had to make sure the wind didn’t decide to put my goods on display.

  I walked out of the bathroom of the AMC Southlake 24 movie theater and saw that they were standing there, waiting for me. They’d been having a conversation, which stopped when they saw me. Didn’t know if they didn’t want me to hear what they were talking about or if they stopped talking so that they could take in the sight of me. My soiled dress was in my purse. A part of me wanted to be embarrassed, but another part of me said, Fuck it.

  I’d had the ultimate orgasm without a dick penetrating me. Most women couldn’t even achieve an orgasm from oral sex, and I’d experienced it with just fingers, nipple stimulation, and the heat of the moment.

  David was the first to walk over to me. “You good?” he asked.

  I nodded. “Yeah. I think I have some biker shorts in my gym bag in the car. I can slide those on and be okay until I get back home,” I said to him.

  “Okay. Did we overstep our boundaries?”

  I laughed softly. “No.”

  Michael walked up behind us, placed a hand on the small of my back. “That was pretty impressive shit, Freckles. Never had a woman show me that side of things. You do that often?” he asked me unabashedly.

  “No. First time.”

  “For real?” David asked.

  “For real,” I replied, shifting my weight from one foot to the other. “Never had that happen to me before. Gave me a head rush.”

  “It gave my head something too,” Michael commented.

  “He just jacked his dick in a bathroom stall,” David said.

  “Had to. Was going to have blue balls if I didn’t,” Michael responded.

  Michael was staring at me like I was his next meal. His gaze was predaceous. I’d awakened the beast in him. He was on the hunt.

  “You tired? Want to go home?” David asked me.

  “Are you coming with me?” I said.

  “Was going to hang with Michael for a few.”

  “Can I come, or is this a guy only thing?” I asked.

  David shrugged. “Depends.”

  “On what?”

  “Are you coming because you want to hang with us just because, or are you coming because . . .”

  “Because I want to make sure you don’t fuck him?” I said, finishing his question.

  He nodded. “Is that why you want to come?”

  “Partially,” I answered honestly.

  David smiled at me. He’d always been a fan of my honesty. He’d said it was one of the things that made him more attracted to me.

  “Want me to trail you home so you can drop your car off?” he asked as he took my hand.

  I nodded. David and I always held hands. It had become second nature to us. Had happened with ease once we started hanging out regularly. This time Michael was the odd man out. He walked behind us while we approached the exit. David held the door open for me. Walked out behind me, then held the door for Michael as a courtesy. David and I walked hand in hand while Michael spoke with his wife again. This time Michael wasn’t all smiles. He was agitated. I didn’t know why. Didn’t matter to me, though. That was her problem. I smiled up at David as we walked to row seven, where my car was parked.

  “You mad at me?” I asked him.

  He looked around the parking lot. Families were out. A little girl ran between us because her father was chasing her. He yelled at her not to do that again, but the little girl didn’t care. She was in joy land as her mother joined the chase. In that moment I wondered what my mother and father had looked like. Wondered if my father had been a married man, and my mother his mistress. Could being attracted to married men be hereditary?

  “Why would I be mad?” David asked, bringing me back to r
eality.

  “Because of Michael. I let him do what he did to me. I touched his dick too.”

  “Did you like it?”

  “Like what?”

  “Touching his dick.”

  “It was nice . . . real nice. But yours has a curve. I wanna see it up close again.”

  David laughed. So did I. I was fascinated by the slight curve in David’s dick.

  “Did you like his kiss?” he asked me.

  I wasn’t going to lie. “I did.”

  “You had an orgasm while he kissed you.”

  We spotted my Charger, and I hit the button on my remote for the automated locks on the car. My headlights flashed, indicating that the driver-side door was unlocked. I looked behind me and saw that Michael had stopped a few paces back. This time it was he who watched me and David intently. A gust of wind came through, blowing the shirt up. David opened my car door and told me to get inside. I did.

  “I know. I never had that happen before,” I admitted. “Michael gives a different kind of kiss.”

  David kneeled down in front of me. He placed butterfly kisses on my thighs before responding. “I know.”

  “You’ve kissed him?”

  “Of course.”

  Since he’s been here?”

  “Yes, Summer.”

  “He kiss better than me?”

  “Summer.”

  “Does he?”

  David looked at me. “You tell me.”

  I sighed. Hated to admit that Michael’s kiss was something like a phenomenon. “He fucked my mouth with his mouth. Made me come with a kiss. I hate that shit.”

  He chuckled. “He has that kind of power.”

  “Think I can ever kiss you like that?”

  “Yes.”

  I gave a big cheesy smile. I was looking for David’s approval and acceptance of what I’d done. David brought his lips to mine again. I knew my kiss had nothing on Michael’s. Still, I tried, anyway. Afterward, David went to his car, and Michael headed to his rental. They both followed me home.