I was once again on Leah’s couch after work. I had started bringing my laptop over some days because work was mostly idle waiting at this point, and I might as well do that from Leah’s apartment if we were spending the evening together.
Leah would often be out most of the day, but like clockwork she returned whenever she had assigned time for me. Something she was doing with increasing regularity.
I had actually seen it in her calendar.
Mia Time.
It was becoming one of the biggest blocks of free time in there. She still did everything else. Maker Works on Saturdays, yoga on Sundays, lectures whenever they came up, but she was deliberately making space for me.
I liked that.
We were lying around after dinner when Leah asked, “Do you have plans tomorrow?”
I looked over at her.
“We don’t have anything booked, so I was planning to stay with Lin. Maybe watch TV?”
“I have plans with Dan tomorrow, but I’ve been thinking. Since you’re my partner, and Dan is in the mix, perhaps we should start making some of these things more of a group thing. Less me and Dan, more us and Dan.”
“Okay? What are you doing?”
“I have tickets to a burlesque dinner and show.”
“Burlesque?”
I knew the word. I was sure I knew the word. Unfortunately, my brain was providing images of some sort of horror-themed butcher shop, and I was equally sure that wasn’t right.
“Fancy stripping and singing. Lots of scantily dressed women singing and dancing, and dinner is part of the show. Dan likes the music and the women. I don’t object to either. I thought it might be a good bonding experience for us.”
She gestured vaguely between us.
“And now perhaps you as well?”
I nodded. “Sure. I’m up for dinner and a show.”
Leah’s expression became a little more serious.
“One thing, though. My plans with Dan haven’t changed. I’m planning to sleep with him afterward, and I specifically want to sleep with him. You’re welcome there, and I’m not going to ignore you, but I don’t want you joining us and then discovering halfway through the evening that I invited you to something you weren’t prepared for.”
“So dinner, naked ladies, then you want Dan.”
“Correct.”
“Okay.”
She studied me for another second.
“Okay as in actually okay?”
“Actually okay.”
“Nice. I’ll add another ticket. Since you’re staying here tonight, we can figure out what you’re wearing before we leave.”
Leah arrived back home around five the next day, we got dressed and headed out to meet Dan. Leah had booked us into a place on the Bowery called Duane Park. And we picked Dan up from his place while heading there.
From the outside, Duane Park looked smaller than I expected. A narrow storefront tucked into an old Bowery building, more downtown theater than glamorous supper club. If Leah had not told me what was inside, I would never have guessed dinner came with feathers and pasties.
Dan and Leah talked quite a bit, but Leah kept pulling me into the conversation. Not awkwardly either. She wasn’t constantly stopping to ask what I thought, she just made sure there was always space for me.
When Dan told her something I didn’t know about, she gave me the context. When I made a joke, she pulled Dan into it. She even shifted where she was walking so none of us ended up trailing behind.
Leah was putting effort into making this an us-event, rather than a Leah-and-Dan event with Mia attached.
Once I noticed it, I couldn’t stop noticing it.
I wasn’t sure if she was naturally good at this, or if she’d spent the afternoon figuring out how to do it.
When we were shown to our seats, Leah asked what we wanted and ordered for us. I looked over at Dan.
“How many of these outings have you actually done with Leah?”
“A few times a month. She usually wants to do something before sex, and it’s usually fun. Never been to a show like this, though.”
I stared at him.
Blunt as a fucking spatula, this guy.
A few times a month was more than I’d expected. I wasn’t sure why. I knew they weren’t just meeting up, fucking, and going home, but apparently I’d never really thought about what happened in between.
The lights dimmed before I could dig into that particular thought.
The first performer stepped onto the stage and the room erupted. Leah immediately joined in, letting out a howl and stomping her feet along with everyone else.
Dan and I just sat there.
I looked at him.
He looked at me.
“Guess it’s a first for both of us”
The night ended up being fun for both. Me and Dan got into the howling and stomping eventually and the food was decent.
Back at the apartment, Leah asked if either of us wanted a drink. I said yes, mostly because I wasn’t entirely sure what happened next, and a glass was always useful when you didn’t know what to do with your hands.
Leah mixed me a vodka cranberry, my standard, while I tried not to look nervous.
My thoughts went back to Lin and Dan. The locked door. Both of them getting so wrapped up in each other that I might as well not have been there.
Leah had been very clear that she wanted Dan tonight. I had said I was okay with that.
Apparently saying it and standing in the apartment waiting for it to happen were different things.
Dan came up behind Leah and kissed her neck. She smiled, whispered something in his ear, and he headed toward the bedroom.
Here we go.
Leah turned to me.
“Want to help me get Dan ready, or stay out here and join us later?”
And just like that, the knot in my stomach loosened.
She hadn’t forgotten me. She was asking.
“I think I’ll join you now.”
Leah shed her clothes the way she did everything else, smooth movements, no stumbles. Meanwhile, I managed to get my hair caught in my top.
Leah looked back, saw me struggling, and came over to help pull me free.
When we entered the bedroom, Dan was sitting on the bed, naked and half hard. His cock gave a little jump when he saw both of us.
Leah walked over and pushed him back onto the bed.
She leaned over him and started kissing him, one hand stroking him at the same time.
Then she looked at me, and down at Dan.
“I know you know what to do here, Mia.”
I hesitated for half a second. The earlier conversation was still sitting in the back of my mind. Leah was the one who wanted to fuck him tonight. Was I on fluffer duty?
Fine. I could start with that.
I got down on my knees and leaned in. The first taste of him was salty pre-cum. I took him the way I knew how, careful at first, learning the weight of him on my tongue, then deeper when Leah’s hand settled in my hair and encouraged me.
She stayed close, one hand cupping his balls, rolling them gently while I worked.
I looked up at Leah and smiled.
Look what I can do.
I relaxed and took him deeper, showing off now. Dan made a rough, startled sound, and Leah watched me with openly impressed eyes.
“That was beautiful,” she murmured.
Heat flooded my chest. Pride, sharp and bright.
So naturally, I did it again.
Slower this time, showing off, while Leah kept playing with him, tongue occasionally joining mine so we shared the wet length of him between us. Dan’s hand found the back of my head, not pushing, just resting there like he needed something to hold onto.
Leah eventually decided we’d done enough. She looked up at Dan.
“Dan, come here. Mouth first. Then I want you inside me.”
Dan moved like he’d been waiting for the order.
Leah settled back against the pillows, then crooked a finger at me.
“And you, up here.”
There it was again. No hesitation about whether I belonged in this. Leah had simply made room for me.
I climbed up, turned, and settled over her mouth the way I had before, knees bracketing her head, facing her feet so I could watch everything. Leah’s hands gripped my hips and pulled me down. The first long swipe of her tongue over my clit made my arms shake. Behind me I heard Dan settle between her legs, the wet sounds of him eating her starting almost immediately.
Leah licked me open with the same thorough patience she’d used on the couch, but this time her hand left my hip after a minute. I heard the nightstand drawer slide open. Cool metal touched the small of my back a second later, the same little teardrop plug she’d given me last time.
“Relax Mia, Ill make sure you feel good” she said against my skin, voice low enough that only I could hear. “I’m going to put it in while he fucks me. And I’m going to play with it the way you played with mine.”
I nodded, breathless. Leah slicked the plug, then the tight furl of my ass, and pressed the tapered tip against me. The stretch was slow, inevitable, heavier than a finger. I pushed back into it on instinct. The widest part made me gasp; then the base seated flush and the weight of it settled inside me like a secret.
Leah’s tongue returned to my clit at the same moment her fingers closed around the base of the plug. She gave it a gentle tug, then a slow twist, exactly the way I had done to her. A deeper, rougher sound left my throat than anything I’d managed earlier.
Dan chose that moment to rise up and push into her. I felt the whole bed shift with the first deep thrust. Leah moaned against my pussy, the vibration shooting straight up my spine, and her fingers on the plug never stopped, pull, twist, press, matching the rhythm Dan set between her legs.
I looked up at Dan. We were facing each other, naked and focused, but for once, not on each other.
It reminded me of the mirror. Dan behind me, both of us watching ourselves together. Back then, the reflection had made us look like one thing.
Now there was no mirror. Dan was right in front of me, but we weren’t together like that anymore.
We were on opposite sides of Leah.
Somehow, that still made us part of the same thing.
I grabbed his shoulders and looked him directly in the eye.
“Harder.”
He picked up the pace, and every time he drove into her Leah twisted the plug a little harder, a little deeper, until I was rocking back onto her face and the metal at the same time, chasing the dual pressure.
She built it the way I had built it for her. Steady. Relentless. Tongue flat and firm on my clit, plug rolling in small, deliberate circles inside me.
My thighs started to shake. The sounds coming out of me were louder, needier, than I was used to making. Leah hummed approval against my skin and kept going.
I came first, hard, sudden, clenching around the plug while her tongue worked me through it. She didn’t stop playing with the base until the last tremors left me.
Only then did she ease off, still holding the plug, still taking Dan’s cock in long, deep strokes. I climbed off her face on shaky legs and turned so I could watch. Leah’s eyes were dark, pupils blown, cheeks flushed.
I moved over to Dan, I clawed his back, and started stroking his asshole, Dan was very sensitive and I was sure I could get him off this way.
Dan’s rhythm grew rougher, less controlled. Leah’s free hand slid down between her own legs, rubbing tight circles over her clit in time with his thrusts. She came with a broken, open-mouthed sound, body locking up under him.
The way she clenched around him pulled him over the edge a few strokes later. He buried himself deep and stayed there, hips stuttering, coming inside her with a low, rough groan.
For a long moment the only sound in the room was the three of us breathing.
Dan pulled out slowly, and said he needed a shower.
I looked at Leah and what Dan had left behind, and a completely different kind of hunger hit me.
I moved toward her.
“Mia, it’s okay. I had my fun. You don’t need to do that.”
“No, this isn’t for you.”
Leah blinked.
“I have a thing for cum.”
“A thing?”
“A kink. Whatever.”
Understanding crossed her face.
“Oh. Well, that changes things.”
Leah immediately shifted from trying to stop me to helping.
I couldn’t help smiling.
This was perfect.
This was everything I wanted.
Nothing else mattered anymore.
Yep. I could die now.