The table

I turned the sketches face down before they came close. The table is for work until I say it is not, and some of those pages are private even from people I fuck. Tom and Alice know the rule. They knocked, I said the room was clear, and they came in with their yes already given at breakfast. I asked again anyway, because a morning yes can expire. Tom said he wanted me. Alice said she wanted both of us. I said I wanted to hear it while they touched me, specific, not vague. I am a grown woman with ink on my thumb. Talk to me like that.

Alice undid my bun with her fingers and told me the color at the nape was her favorite. Tom stood behind me at the table edge, hands on my waist over the striped shirt, and said my shoulders looked strong and the freckles across my nose were driving him useless. I laughed and told him useless was allowed if his hands still worked. They worked. He unbuttoned the shirt from behind, slow, and praised each bit of skin like he was checking a proof. Alice kissed my breasts and said my nipples were already tight and that she liked the sound I made when she used her tongue. I told her that sound was my cunt answering.

They bent me over the cleared table, paper stacked safe on the shelf. Alice licked my cunt from behind, thorough, while Tom held my hands flat on the wood and told me I was doing so well, staying open, telling them when the pressure was right. I said more. She gave more, tongue on my clit. I came with my cheek on my own forearm. Then Tom fucked my cunt, slow, his cock steady, and Alice knelt by my face and kissed me and praised the way I took him. She said I looked powerful, not posed. That sentence shoved me over again. Tom asked, voice strained, and I said pull out, cum on my back, we had agreed because the table was wood I cared about. He did, hot cum on my skin. Alice looked at me and said it was the end of a good day.

Alice put the sketches back, still face down, without turning a page. They want me, not a tour of every sheet. I stood up, kissed them both, and felt like an adult who had been properly seen.