You, me, and my lovely friend from out of town. Two blindfolds. One king-size bed. Tonight.
Zoe
FOR THE LOVE OF WINE, ZOE, HAVE SOME GODDAMN SELF-RESPECT
Sending the address now.
Athreesome. I’ve never had one before. So many breasts, one mouth. For once, the idea of multitasking thrills me.
But it’s still a threesome withHarlow.
My fist hovers near the door. I feel so sheepish for abandoning my promises. Defeated, once again, by the siren song of being held by someone who knows me. Even though I know how this story ends, with Harlow on a plane and me in my office, filling the relationship-size hole in my life with work until I forget it’s there again, I knock anyway. There are a million kinds of love, and this is one of the only kinds I get.
A soft, tinkling laugh answers from within, then murmured talk. Footsteps. I try to banish all my feelings with a short, sharp exhale. When Harlow answers, it’s with a smile so mischievous, so delightfullyfamiliar, excitement stirs within my belly and my heart squeezes with fondness.
Thisis why Harlow’s so dangerous. The fact that her petite frame is dressed in nothing more than a matte gray silk slip, her cheek resting lightly against the door as her stormy eyes travel over me, doesn’t help.
“Come in,” she commands, and I step across the threshold. She wraps her arms languidly around my neck, chills traveling up my back as she brings my face down to hers and takes my bottom lip gently into her mouth. She tastes how champagne feels: bubbly, electric, bright. I sigh into her and wrap my own arms around her waist, bringing her hips against mine. The skin-warmed silk glides beneath my cold fingers that ache for the heat of another.
She tilts her head back, breaking our kiss with a sly grin, and holds up a long strip of black. “Are you ready to meet my friend?”
“Is this a—I mean, so we’re definitely going to wear—” My thoughts can’t seem to cohere into sentences as she slips the blindfold over my eyes.
“It helps, when it’s your first time.” She nips at my earlobe and finishes tying it on. “I’ll be there to guide you. You’re safe with me.”
And thisis why I can never tell her no. I didn’t admit this would be my first threesome, but I didn’t have to. Harlow always meets me where I’m at, then gives me exactly what I need to escape my own skin. Like a rope thrown down into a deep, dark well, she rescues me from myself.
If only for a little while.
She leads me by the hand to the bedroom, her fingers entwined with mine. All I know about Harlow’s friend is that she’s a hot butch sommelier Harlow met out west on a “little break.” Lina.She’s amazing, Harlow had promised.You’ll love her.
I’m less sure. I don’t go for butches usually—not because I don’t find them attractive, Iabsolutelydo—but Charlaine Woods has always occupied that spot for me. My first queer crush was also my first butch. Soft curves smoothed down by sports bras and boyish hips hugged by men’s denim, her high cheekbones kissed by sunshine and nothing else. She was beautiful on her own terms, not society’s, and it felt completely radical at the time. To be yourself, tolike yourself, in high school? Unheard of. No one else could really compare.
Can this othershe, this Lina, see me right now? I fumble for my blindfold, but Harlow catches my hand, bites my palm. I gasp, and she whispers in my ear, sending heat to my center. “Don’t worry, she’s wearing one, too. Tonight is for feeling each other. Not self-consciousness.” She pulls me inside the room and begins to undress me. “Trust me.”
My black jean jacket clatters to the floor, louder than I expect, but all my senses are heightened right now. Harlow dips one small hand beneath the rim of my jeans, and a sweet, urgent wish blooms in my belly. She uses the other hand to unbutton my jeans and push them to the floor. Her hands ripple over my body, finding the tension in my muscles, the fear. “Letgo.”
Maybe it’s because I’m the boss 24/7, in charge of everything in my life, making decisions and decisions andalways more decisionsnonstop. But nothing turns me on more than relinquishing my control to someone who’s going to bossmearound for once.
Someone who’s going to make me come.
“Yes,” I whisper, relaxing into Harlow’s touch. She’s got me down to my panties and white T-shirt, the black-and-white image of Stevie Nicksstretched across my breasts. When I picked out what to wear, I felt like the matron saint of hot women with big fuck-it energy would watch over me tonight. No bra because Harlow loves the look of my breasts barely constrained by thin cotton. I can feel her staring at me, and it feelsgood. The thought of Lina waiting on the bed, warm and present andready, electrifies my blood. I want to find her. Feel her, too.
So I’m a threesome person. I had no clue.
Harlow guides me to the bed. When my bare knees bump against the soft duvet, I reach out and find other hands waiting for me, new hands. They’re strong, supporting me as I climb onto the bed on my knees. Harlow groans softly.
“You two are so fucking hot.” I can hear the rustle of her gray slip sliding over her short, white-blonde hair, then landing on the floor with a whisper. She scrambles onto the bed, laughing as she jostles us both by accident. We’re facing each other, a triad on our knees. Harlow’s laugh stops short, turns into a sharp breath in, as my left hand lightly trails down the slope of her small, upturned breast. Her skin rises to meet the soft brush of my knuckles, pebbling tight beneath my touch.
“I’m a goddamn genius,” Harlow breathes, and whatever she’s doing to Lina on her other side makes her groan low in agreement. Then a mismatched pair of hands finds each of my own breasts. Lina’s strong hand is trembling and gentle, tracing the shape of my right breast, cupping it in her hand, while Harlow’s touch is fierce and sure, a sharp pinch followed by the soft suck of her mouth through the shirt I’m still wearing. Familiar meets unfamiliar. The dichotomy of sensation thrills across my skin, my belly levitating within me. I don’t have to touch myself to know that I’m slick and hot and ready togo.
FuckNew Year’s.Fuckresolutions. Fuck denying myself this one thing I can have. I rip off my shirt, and then both of Lina’s hands find me, palming my bare breasts with a gasp of desire. They fit in her hands almostperfectly, overflowing enough that her head dips forward into me; pressing her mouth against them in wild half-kisses, half-bites. My hands find the shaved sides of Lina’s head, smooth like suede until they reach a flop of soft length. I dig my fingers in, trawling down her scalp as she ravishes my chest. I arch my back into her kisses while Harlow moves behind me. Her hard nipples blaze into me below my shoulder blades, explosions of feeling emanating from where her peaks press against my skin. When her small hands slide over my hip bones, traveling at diagonals down my panties, my hips thrust forward involuntarily, a cry escaping my lips. The pressure on the bed changes quickly, and then I feel Lina’s soft hair brushing between my spread thighs, hot breath gusting upward before her teeth bite into my panties, pulling them down.
A liquid, molten tension tugs within me, begging for pressure, relief. Lina’s on her back, her head between my legs. And so help me, if she licks me gently right now, a soft swipe of beaded tongue flirting with my need, I’llscream.
But Lina has mercy.
The ridge of her nose drives into me as she slides a finger inside, then two. I clench around them, crying out in gratitude while Harlow roughly yanks my panties the rest of the way off. The elastic band snaps against the tender flesh of my ass, and I like it so much, she does it again. Truly getting double-teamed right now, and I may not survive.
