I woke up beside Lin needing to pee. I slipped out of bed and left her sleeping. While doom-scrolling on the toilet, a message appeared in the Girl Talk chat.
Leah:
Morning.
Leah:
One housekeeping item.
Leah:
Sent two images.
Leah:
Negative across the board.
Leah:
We decided we’d rather not use barriers, so it seemed sensible to eliminate the obvious risk first.
Leah:
I realised afterwards that the information might matter to both of you as well.
Leah:
I hope that wasn’t overstepping.
I stared at the two test results.
So…
They were having sex without condoms now.
That felt… significant.
I wondered what Leah used for contraception.
The pill?
An implant?
An IUD?
Maybe she just really likes cum.
In her. On her. Wherever he wanted.
I frowned at my own brain.
Jesus, get a grip.
I didn’t know the woman well enough for any of these thoughts.
I looked back at the chat.
Me:
👍
Leah:
We land at LaGuardia around four today.
I’d really like to meet you both, but I already have an appointment at six that I can’t move.
Leah:
Treat you both to dinner on Saturday?
Me:
Let me check my calendar
I didn’t even open my calendar. I just waited a few seconds before replying.
Me:
All clear on our side.
Leah:
I am assuming no dietary requirements?
Me:
You will be amazed at what we eat here.
I wandered into the kitchen to make some coffee and breakfast. Popped a bagel into the toaster and began the complex project of setting up a fresh pot of coffee.
Lin walked into the kitchen naked, and I looked her over, somewhat shocked.
Lin noticed where my eyes had gone. “What?”
“I am heading into the shower after coffee, I don’t need to get dressed for that. Or do I?”
I looked her over once, “I’m not complaining.”
Lin looked at her phone. “So she is stealing our man juices now? I wonder what she likes.”
“Oral? Vaginal? Face? Tits?”
The shocked look did not leave my face. “Did you wake up on the ho side of the bed or something?”
Lin gave me a look over her coffee that said I was being ignorant. “She is moving very fast. They hooked up three days ago, and already we are having dinner with her, and she and Dan are having ‘fluid exchanges.’”
“There have been plenty of fluids exchanged between the three of us. I’m sure we can spare some for the poor lady.
Poor dehydrated Leah.”
Lin laughed at me, downed the rest of her coffee, then rose and headed into the bathroom. I took another bite of my bagel with herb cream cheese. I bought a new package yesterday when I went shopping. I usually just had plain cream cheese, but after Leah complimented me on it…
Maybe I had always been an herb cream cheese woman.
Work was painfully boring. Every email now had to go past Jack, who signed off on every choice and attended every meeting, where I was more or less just window dressing.
I felt less like I was on a PIP and more like I was showing my replacement his day-to-day tasks.
As I was wrapping up my workday, a message appeared from Dan in our apartment chat:
Dan:
Hey, I’ll drop by around six today. I got swag. Do you need me to bring food?
Lin:
We are low on drinks and sustenance. Please bring your bounty.
Me:
Whoa, someone is being thirsty.
Me:
But that being said, a large pizza and some wine would not be amiss.
Dan:
👍
Dan arrived at six with a Grand Avenue large, half pepperoni, half Hawaiian.
He really did know us.
We ate it in the living room, plates balanced on knees, bottles of beer, and glasses of wine sweating on the coffee table. The Thing was playing on some streaming app Dan had. The three of us ended up huddled on the couch the way we always did, me on one end, Dan in the middle, and Lin on the other side. Ordinary. Warm. Dangerous.
I was still thinking about Leah.
I wanted to ask Dan about her.
I also wanted to keep her entirely to myself.
The words sat there while Kurt Russell yelled about dogs.
We got to the part where they strap “Lars” onto the table. The blood pack. The jump. Pure chaos.
I glanced sideways and saw Lin’s mouth on Dan’s.
Not soft or testing. Her hand was on his jaw and she was kissing him like she’d been waiting all day for it. Dan kissed her back without hesitation.
I didn’t break them apart.
I just slid down onto the floor between Dan’s knees, opened his belt, and worked his jeans and boxers down far enough to free his cock. He was already half-hard from his makeout session. I wrapped my hand around him and took him in while Lin kept kissing him over my head.
The first few strokes were normal. Heat. Salt. The familiar weight of him on my tongue.
Then I tasted something else.
Leah.
It was unmistakable.
She was still on him.
Different from me. Different from Lin. Slightly saltier, still fresh, still there.
My stomach flipped so hard I almost pulled off.
Dan froze. His hips twitched and his voice came out rough against Lin’s mouth. “Shit… sorry. I didn’t have time to shower after… you know.”
Casual. A little guilty. Not devastated. Classic Dan.
I stayed still for half a second, his cock resting heavy on my tongue, her taste coating my mouth.
Before I’d even met her.
Before we’d even been in the same room.
Somehow she was already part of this moment.
I should have been pissed.
Instead my cunt clenched so hard it hurt.
I hated how much I didn’t hate it.
I moaned around him and took him deeper, messier, using my tongue like I was trying to map every place she’d been.
Lin broke the kiss just long enough to look down. Her eyes met mine. She saw the way I was working him, the way my throat moved, and she understood exactly what I was tasting.
Something sharp flickered across her face.
Recognition.
Satisfaction.
Gone almost as quickly as it appeared.
A quiet little sadist streak she almost never let anyone see.
She didn’t stop me.
Instead she shifted lower on the couch, pushed Dan’s thighs wider, and leaned in. I saw her tongue drag over his balls, then lower, circling his hole while I kept sucking his cock.
Dan groaned loud enough to drown out the movie.
He stood up suddenly, one hand still tangled in my hair, the other braced on the back of the couch. The change in angle forced his cock deeper.
I gagged once, eyes watering, but I didn’t pull away. He grabbed my head and started using it to deepthroat his dick.
All while Lin stayed on her knees behind him, rimming him steadily, one hand stroking his balls.
The taste of Leah mixed with the salt of his skin and the wet sounds of Lin’s tongue. I was dripping between my thighs.
Every time he pushed deeper I felt the same complicated rush, jealousy, humiliation, arousal, and a dark little excitement I was tasting this woman I had yet to meet.
Lin’s tongue never stopped. She made soft, filthy noises against him while she worked. Dan’s breathing turned ragged. His grip in my hair tightened.
He pushed all the way in, as deep as he could go, and held me there.
I felt him pulse hard and deep in my throat. One thick throb after another. He kept me locked against him until every last pulse finished, until the pressure finally eased. Only then did he slowly slide out of my throat and mouth.
I didn’t know how much cum he’d put in me, but it felt like he had a longer orgasm than normal.
Thick. Heavy. Still warm when it settled.
I stayed on my knees, breathing hard through my nose, lips shiny, throat working as I swallowed what I could. Lin sat back on her heels, wiping her mouth with the back of her wrist.
That mean little spark was still in her eyes, but softer now.
Dan dropped back onto the couch, wrecked.
The movie kept playing. Something exploded on screen.
I licked my lips and tasted both of them, him and the leftover trace of her.
“Next time,” I said, voice still rough, “shower first. Or don’t. I haven’t decided yet.”
Lin let out a shaky little laugh.
“You’re welcome,” she murmured, almost too quiet to hear.
I climbed back onto the couch between them, stole a slice of Hawaiian that had gone cold, and pretended my heart wasn’t still slamming against my ribs.
Leah was still on my tongue.
This morning I’d wondered what she liked.
Tonight I couldn’t stop wondering about her.