Lin and I moved around each other in the kitchen, finding excuses to touch. Her hand brushed my hip when she reached for the coffee, and my shoulder bumped hers as we stood at the counter.
We didn’t talk about what had happened the night before. Not directly.
I still did not know if she had heard me say “I love you.” My shitty little brain replayed it all morning. Should not have said it, I thought. Stupid love-hungry cunt. A small bit of kindness from anyone and you fall in love.
When Dan texted that he was coming over later, the morning stopped feeling private. I wondered who he would reach for first, and what Lin would do if it was me. What I would do if it was her.
He arrived in the early evening and settled in like he had never left. Within twenty minutes, Dan had Lin in his lap and my shirt was somewhere under the coffee table. I watched them kiss, but my eyes kept drifting to the way her back arched, the little sounds she made when his hands gripped her ass.
Fuck, I wanted to touch her again…
I moved behind Lin on the couch, pressing against her back. I kissed her neck while Dan kissed her mouth. She shivered between us. When my hands slid around to cup her breasts, she broke the kiss with Dan to let out a soft, surprised moan. I smiled against her skin. I knew that sound now. That one was real.
Dan leaned back and watched us, pleased with himself even though he clearly had no idea what had changed. But he didn’t try to take control of the moment. He liked the show.
I slid down, kissing along her spine, then lower. When I spread her cheeks and dragged my tongue over her asshole, Lin gasped sharply. Her gasp made me do it again before I had decided to. I did it again, slower. She pushed back against my mouth, whimpering, so apparently I had found something useful.
“Feels good?” I asked, voice low against her skin. Not for Dan. For her.
“Yes,” she breathed. “Fuck, Mia… keep going.”
Hearing my name like that made Dan disappear from the room for a few seconds. I licked and teased her while Dan stroked himself, content to watch for now. Lin rocked back against my mouth while Dan worked between her legs. Nobody had to tell anyone where to move anymore. Lin and I kept finding each other without looking. Dan could watch, but he could not follow.
Eventually Dan pulled Lin down onto his cock. I stayed behind her, pressing my face between her cheeks again while she rode him. I licked her ass as she fucked him, my hands on her hips, feeling every roll and shudder. The sounds she made were filthy enough to make me grin into her ass.
I pulled back just enough to slip a finger into my mouth, wetting it thoroughly, then pressed it slowly against her asshole. Lin moaned louder as I pushed inside. It was tighter than her pussy, and I could feel the pressure of Dan moving inside her through the thin wall, her muscles tightening around my finger every time he thrust up. I slid my finger in and out gently, matching the rhythm she set on him. Lin lost the rhythm completely and ground back against my hand.
When Dan got close, he pulled Lin off him and laid her down on the couch. I moved between her legs before Dan could decide what happened next. I licked and sucked her eagerly while Dan stroked himself above us. Lin’s hands tangled in my hair. Her moans broke into short, ugly little sounds before she came against my tongue, thighs locking around my head.
Dan groaned and came right after, thick ropes of cum landing across my face and Lin’s pussy. I stayed there, licking her through the mess, tasting both of them together. Lin watched me through half-closed eyes, her hand staying in my hair after Dan was done.
Dan went to shower. Lin and I stayed on the couch, kissing lazily until the water stopped. By the time we finally pulled apart, he was gone.
“Did Dan go?” I asked Lin.
“Yeah, I think he went out for food. Why, miss him?”
“No. I just didn’t notice him leave.”
I went quiet. “I should get cleaned up.”
In the bathroom, I faced myself in the mirror, body a complete mess.
“Stupid love-hungry cunt,” I whispered. “Don’t fall for her.”