After close

I locked the shop at seven and left one lamp on in the back. Martin had the spare key and Cora had a standing invitation. I had asked them yesterday, in full sentences, whether they wanted to stay after close. Both had said yes. I asked again when the shade was down. Martin said yes. Cora said yes, and she touched my braid the way she does when she is being careful with a feeling.

I did not read them a book. I spoke my own lines. I told Cora I had wanted her cunt in my mouth since the winter she reorganized the poetry wall. I told Martin I wanted him to hear me say it, and that his hearing it was part of the sex. My voice shook and I kept going. He said his cock was hard from the honesty before anyone had a hand in anyone's clothes. Cora laughed once, soft, and said her cunt was wet from the same thing, and hearing her name it made my knees boringly weak.

Martin unbuttoned the rust dress down the front, asking at the third button and the seventh. I said yes both times. Cora kissed the skin as it appeared and told me I was lovely and that she was not going to rush the part where she learned my cunt. Then she knelt and licked my cunt while Martin stood behind me, mouth at my ear, narrating only what he saw. I told her she was perfect and that I wanted two fingers in my cunt as well if she wanted to give them. She did. She fucked me with those fingers. I came standing, braid over Martin's wrist, voice broken into yes.

They moved me to the low stool we use for stocking. Martin fucked my cunt there, slow, while I held Cora's face and talked her through touching her clit. I told her when his cock went deep. I told him when she looked at me like the shop had always been leading here. He asked before he came, and I said cum in my cunt, we had settled it, and Cora kissed me while he did. After, she came on my fingers in her cunt, my voice in her ear telling her she could be loud, the street could not hear, I wanted the sound. She gave it to me.

We turned the lamp off together. I walked home between them, dress buttoned crooked, unwilling to fix it.