The apartment

Tyler asked me on our couch. He is twenty-five. I am twenty-four. He said Patrick, from his work, the friend who is thirty-six and careful with his jokes, had said I was striking. Tyler said the thought of Patrick touching me made his cock ache in a good way, and he wanted to be there. I wanted it too. I told him to ask Patrick over to our apartment. Not anywhere else. Our kitchen. Our rules.

Patrick came on a Thursday. I stood in the small kitchen in a cream sweater, long black hair down, a woman's body and a woman's choice, and I let them look. I told Patrick that Tyler had asked and that I had said yes, and that tease was part of my fun. He said he would wait. Tyler stood behind me and kissed my hair. I felt his cock hard against my hip and I reached back to squeeze his thigh so he would know I knew.

I made them wait through the small talk I insisted on. Then I took the sweater off. Under it was a silk slip the color of my skin, straps thin, hem short. Patrick's mouth parted. Tyler said I looked unreal. I left the slip on and hopped onto the counter, which put my cunt at Patrick's mouth if he stepped in. I crooked a finger. He kissed me, deep, and asked if his hands could go under the silk. I said over it first. He palmed my breasts through the silk until my nipples showed and I was rocking on the laminate. Tyler watched from the fridge, flushed, smiling, wanted, not left out.

I pulled Tyler close and kissed him too, gloss and wine and the yes we had already given. Then I put Patrick's hand on my cunt, over the silk, and let him feel how wet my cunt was. I told him he could kneel. He did, and he mouthed my cunt through the cloth until I was swearing in our tiny kitchen. I came like that, one hand in Tyler's, the other in Patrick's hair. After, I told them the bed was eight steps away and that I was going to make them wait another minute while I finished the glass, and then Patrick could fuck my cunt on our bed while Tyler stayed. I did wait. They followed. Tyler laced his fingers with mine on the way, the man who had asked, still right beside me. I told him I would fuck his cock with my mouth after, because I wanted him glad.