Meaghan
“Snuggle for a couple minutes, first?”
“Sure, baby.”
Scott lies down next to me, and I curl into him, with my head on his shoulder, when I can nuzzle into his neck, and take in his scent. His smell calms me, and I need it. All I can think about is Emily. My mind races, excitably, dreaming up potential dates for the three of us. Even just going to a bar together excites me. I imagine a night of fun flirting, touching each other on the arm or on the leg under the table, the waiter perplexed by our obvious three-way attraction. In the cab, we kiss. First, Emily and I, feeling the booze warm in our bellies, then Scott leans across me to have his turn with her. I feel Scott’s boner through his pants, and discreetly rub it while tasting Emily on his mouth. When we reach our apartment, we barely make it inside the door to shed our clothing.
“I texted Emily.”
“Oh yeah? Saying what?”
“That we should get together again.” I try to contain my excitement.
“When, do you think?”
“I don’t know. Maybe this week?”
“Sure.” From having courted Scott before, I know his preference to do things on the fly, but I prefer to plan. For one, it gives you a chance to look forward to the event. And that’s half the fun. “That’s nice you talked to her,” I add, detecting my own jealousy.
“It was just for a second.”
“Is tonight your monthly show?”
“Yeah. Looks like it should sell out.”
“Sorry I’ll miss it.”
“I know,” he says, kissing me on the forehead. “I should head out, though.”
“Okay, baby. Love you!”
“Love you,” he says, giving me a tender kiss on the mouth.
“So, I met her finally,” I tell Anthony at work, from across the bar.
“Who? Oh yeah.”
“She’s great. Really cute. And, I feel like she was really into me. Her eyes were, like, really connecting.”
“So, you didn’t...”
“No! No. I mean, I want to build some sort of relationship with her, so...”
“Relationship? Oh geez.”
“Well, not a relationship, exactly. But, just something casual. Like flirty friends.”
“That sleep together.”
“Yes! It exists.”
“Those always end bad.”
“No, they don’t. How would you know? Lots of people aren’t in traditional relationships. Just because it’s not for you, doesn’t mean it can’t work for other people.”
“I guess.”
“We might get together this week.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Yeah. The three of us. Scott’s been doing the courting, so I’m not totally sure of the details. But, yeah!”
“Great.”
“Why does everything you say sound sarcastic?”
I usually get home well before Scott when he produces his monthly show, because he’s obligated to stay until the very end. Unlike other gigs, in which he can cut out soon after he’s finished playing. But, he usually does very well for himself on these nights, selling out and making a tidy profit, even despite the money he gives his performers. He could easily make it a show that happens twice a month, if he wanted to. Or, even a weekly. That’s what I would do if I owned a theatre company with a consistently sold out show. Extend the run. But this isn’t exactly what keeps me awake at night.
I devilishly plug in my laptop beside the bed, and position myself under it. Living together and on similar schedules, Scott and I rarely find ourselves alone in the house. I intend to take advantage of it tonight, even though I usually would meet him at the venue for last call to celebrate the successful show. If he asks, I’ll just say I had to stay late. I click my bookmarked favourite porn website, and scroll down to the Lesbian category.
I need a release, but a different kind than Scott can offer. Yes, he fulfills me in every way he imaginably can, and is even eager to indulge my new threesome fantasy, but I begin to feel the stress of a secret. The secret of how much I want this. I choose a video with two girl-next-door babes; one just happens to have short blonde hair. I turn on my vibrator, and squeeze out a drop of lubricant onto it. I watch the girls writhe against each other; their seemingly soft skin grazing each other, sexily and sensitively. Their small, delicate mouths opening ever so slightly, with slips of fleshy tongues sliding seductively, in and out of lips. Breasts softly pressing and perusing. Their shapely hips, and the gradual curves of their lower backs, then supple asses. It all looks too perfect to ever touch, and I question whether I really can, with Scott watching. Even when prompted, I feel the need to limit my earnestness. I come quickly; much quicker than with Scott, but the orgasm is always less rewarding. And, then there’s the guilt.
Scott
“You’ll be late for work, babe.”
“Mmm?” Meaghan moans sleepily, rubbing her eyes. She manages to sit up, pulling her long mane of hair back into a ponytail. She’s never been a morning person. Meaghan mopes over to the bathroom. I talk to her through the shower curtain, shouting over the water.
“So, I forgot to tell you. I saw Emily the other night at the monthly.”
“Oh?”
“Yeah. I think she was wondering why we didn’t... stay over that night.”
“The night of her party?”
“Yeah. She has a really high sex drive. She would’ve fucked us for sure.” A pause.
“You talked about it?”
“Yeah, she jerks off in public, and stuff, apparently.”
“Really?”
“Yep.” Another pause. I hear her rinse off.
“Oh, I was just thinking... that there were other people there, I guess. Would have been weird.”
“Mm hm. No, I agree.”
“What else did you talk about?”
“I told her to be careful.”
“About what?”
“You know. Just sleeping with people in the scene.”
“In the music scene?”
“Yeah. Like, it could get in her way.”
“You didn’t shame her about it, though. I hope.”
“No, no.”
“Like, that’s great that she’s so sexually liberated.”
“But, it’s not the most professional. You know.”
“Yeah.”
“Like, she had slept with a bunch of people that were there. And, she’s going to have to work with them at some point.”
“Right.” She enters the shower stream again. “Do you have a gig tonight?”
“Nope. Off.”
“Lucky.”
“Yep. I’ll just be missing you terribly, though. Just pining away all day long...” I joke. She laughs. Speaking of thinking of Meaghan, I retreat to the bedroom, and take out her laptop. I look at her internet history, but it’s not for untoward reasons. I like to see what porn she is watching. Sometimes I get her to send me links of porn she has gotten off to, or I send her websites of videos I think she’ll like. Looking at her history goes one step further, granted, showing me the things that truly get her off, without fear of me seeing it. But, my chub fades, to realize that she has been watching mostly lesbian vids. Not that picturing Meaghan getting off to lesbian porn isn’t hot, but I know that there’s more to it, this time, and my cock knows it, too. Subconsciously, I think I know what I have to do.
I look at the calendar, and it appears that the allotted time necessary has gone by to continue denoting the pending threesome as “casual”, so I text Emily. Enough games. I don’t want to give her the wrong impression and appear emotionally engaged, but I admit, I’m eager to finally do this. And, not in a lusty way. Yes, I’m a straight man and obviously interested in having a threesome with a cute girl, and I also badly want to see Meaghan satisfy her threesome fantasy; but I’m equally interested in getting it over with, and continuing with my life. Courting someone takes energy, and energy that I don’t necessarily have or want to spare on some twenty year old. I already have a great girlfriend, whom I’m happy to expend energy into. And not only am I looking to resume my normal life, but our lives. Mine and Meaghan’s. She’s been noticeably preoccupied, and I want her to move on to the next fantasy that gets her off. And, hopefully one that’s a little less complicated.
Em! What are you up to tonight?
Thinking about going to a show. Why?
Do you want to come over?
Sure. Maybe I’ll come by after?
Sounds good. Meaghan’s will be done work at midnight.
K. I def can make it there by then. :)
Cool. See you then!
I refrain from jerking off, even though Meaghan will still be in the shower a while. I don’t need it anyway, feeling a breath of relief that all this will be soon coming to a close.
Meaghan kisses me on the way out the door, and leaves before I can tell her about tonight. It’s better to spring things on her, anyway, so she doesn’t have a chance to think about them.
