A Bird in the Hand...
Two beautiful humans with bird names. Dare I have both at once?
Due to a bit of illness making it difficult to look at screens, this is part one. Part two will be released tomorrow (I did promise a full story this week) with my signature spice.
TW1
The night of laughter and drinks dissolved into soft brushes and lascivious whispers. Of course, I reasoned, we were only teasing each other with our shameless flirting. After all, Jay and I were about to celebrate our anniversary - though we had both previously confided in each other that our giggling friend was exactly both our type.
I always hated the stereotype that bisexual women are always down for threesomes. I hate it because, for me, it’s true. Having had only Jay’s lips on my skin over the past year was fine and good, but I was growing tired of coarse beard-bristles tickling me every time. I missed having the freedom to swallow enough liquid courage to invite a short-nailed beauty to my bed.
While I love a man, I love women. Earning a woman’s submission just feels like much more of a prize. Swallowing delicious moans as she writhes around my fingers gives me such a rush of conquest. I know I can get most men on their knees for me - men are dogs. A woman must be earned.
This amenable friend, Raven, had captured my heart the first time we met, sadly at work. I try my best not to make advances on coworkers. Makes everything messy. While most of the world is progressive, letting your workplace know you’re a raging lesbian is not always the wisest move in rural Ohio.
Her creamy complexion would always betray her frustrations with a light flush, though she smiled for everyone. The little charmer. Her patience, her kindness, were somehow even more attractive than her smooth curves and absolutely perfect ass. I got the rare pleasure of seeing her once, rushing from the gym in spandex shorts. Luckily no one noticed my brain short-circuiting as I wondered how she’d feel in my palms if I wore her thighs like a necklace.
But even beyond the physical, I felt a connection. Our lines of humor wove together seamlessly, and we often had to scramble to beat the other to the punchline, both of us shamelessly giggling at some obscure meme reference or weeaboo bullshit. Everything with her felt so natural, like an awesome extension of my self, a genuine better half. It’s a connection I didn’t want to miss. I could control myself, after all. I spent half my life in the closet. If being friends let me get closer, there’s no way I could complain about that.
I knew Jay could tell, though. He wasn’t dumb. He realized how I wanted sex every time she visited. How I wanted only fingers as I remembered the scent of her skin and the small smile she’d show after a particularly painful pun.
Jay couldn’t blame me, though. He had confided in me before we were together that, when asked his type, he had responded with Raven’s name. If my and Raven’s humor synced, theirs was on another level. They both embodied the same intelligent dumbass energy I found irresistible. Inside each of them was a genuine heart of gold, and they shone so brightly together. I’d honestly be content to bask in the warmth they emitted if it meant they’d each be happy. While a tad selfish in wanting to have both, I am, at my core, a giver. The reward of feeling my partner panting and writing beneath me is paramount, even above my own throes of pleasure.
And boy do I want to swallow every moan from Raven while burying my digits deep inside her.
Every time she laughed, she leaned into one of us, and a fit of giggles found her burying her face in my chest. I was so sure she would feel the way her breath on my exposed cleavage made my heart flutter, I held my breath.
Almost on instinct, my hand went to hold her head against me, and I smoothed my fingers through her soft hair, fighting the animalistic urge to take a handful and force her face back so that I could cover her with kisses and taste her tongue. Was this too much? I couldn’t afford to come on too strong and scare her off indefinitely.
To my surprise, Raven hummed happily against me and nuzzled further. Encouraged, I let my fingernails graze her scalp in a smooth, repetitive motion. What’s some head scratches between friends? That’s within the realm of normal, right? The flush in my cheeks is definitely from the beer. The flush lower…well, yeah I have no excuse for that other than being a pervert.
I forced my eyes away from her soft hair to meet Jay, his dopey half-drunk smile on full display. I watched his hand rubbing at one of her legs - a bolder move than mine - and grew a little jealous as she seemed eager to push herself into his hands.
A spark stuck in my throat seeing their skin slide together so easily. It was so easy for them - a man and woman together. His touch couldn’t change her the way mine would. He would never experience the hesitancy holding me hostage as I know my touch is what would send us tumbling into taboo.
Had she ever been with another woman before? Did she even want to be? It was hard to argue with her happy hums sending sensual vibrations through my ribs, but what if she was touch-starved and overworked? What if this reaction was to Jay’s touch only, and I was just an accessory? Am I meant to stay a bystander?
Raven pushed herself harder against me, her eyes fluttering shut as her lips gently parted. I leaned into her, moving to match, but realized just in time. A yawn. She was just yawning.
My eyes darted to the clock. Yeah, it’s late. I turned to Jay and gave an embarrassed smile, knowing he saw my mistake.
He let out a low laugh and rubbed his thumb on her hip, “Bed time?”
“Mhmm,” Raven nodded, her little lazy smile making her cheeks nearly perfectly round. So soft-looking. So kissable.
She extracted herself from us and stretched, her arms lifting high over her head as she stood on her toes. My eyeline met her midsection as her shirt lifted, and I bit my lip at the sight of the creamy smooth skin below her navel. I wanted to trace that skin with my tongue then explore further into the mysteries below her belt. I wanted to trace every smooth crease of her skin until I found the places that make her squirm.
I hated how vague Jay was being. Was it time to go our separate ways and send her into the guest room? Were we taking her to bed with us? Was it bed time to sleep or for more? My limbs were nearly shaking with fighting desire and restraint. I needed to move before the memory of her heat on my skin faded.
Standing before Jay, I led the way down the hallway towards the bedrooms, not sure which door I was going to open. To my surprise, Raven curled her fingers into mine and leaned her head on my shoulder as we approached.
My mouth ran dry as electricity crackled through my heart. I had to ask. I couldn’t take these actions as true desire. I wanted to believe it too badly. I needed to hear it from her lips. I needed to hear she wanted me. “D-do you …” stop fucking stuttering and just say it! “want to sleep with us?”
She tensed against me. Fuck.
Her head lifted off me and looked at Jay, “Can I?”
Even in the dim hallway, I could see the twitch in his pants.
“Of course!” There was that adorable eagerness that melts my heart. Men may be dogs, but my Jay fits the stereotypical golden retriever type with his soft eyes and easy smile. He brushed past us easily, his warmth still dancing across my nerves as he opened our bedroom door and led the way in.
Raven giggled as we followed, her palm still pressed to mine. I hoped I wasn’t sweating. I squeezed her delicate fingers in a silent promise of protection. She was already so precious to me. You set the pace.
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threesome, lesbianism, drinking, swearing
Amazing piece! You are such a talented writer.