Trigger warning: Involves very light BDSM and anal sex.
Also, I have previously mentioned that this story is episodic so from now on a lot will be happening at once and lots of fast-forwarding will happen.
Don't worry about me stopping there the anon who wants Sara to be top; it will happen in the next chapter. I had to stop here because the chapter is already too long. For now, try to enjoy this smut-filled chapter.
Sara
September 9th, 2007
"Happy birthday to yooooou," Emy sings loudly in the crowded restaurant. "Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday to my lovers. Happy birthday to you." She's in the middle, between Tegan and I. She has one arm behind my neck with her hand resting on my shoulder and one behind Tegan's neck with her hand resting on Tegan's shoulder. Amber is snapping pictures with her new camera while holding her thumbs up each time Emy makes a silly pose, acting as if it is her freaking birthday.
Well, technically, it is neither anybody's birthday. Mine was yesterday, tomorrow's Tegan's. Today is the day Emy celebrates us. And by celebrates us I mean she joins us in bed today. Tegan and I celebrated my birthday alone, and we will celebrate her birthday alone tomorrow. Today, we'll celebrate it with Emy...and Amber.
Amber is Emy's new...whatever she is. She and Emy work together in a studio they own together. How cool is that! Everything has changed for Emy to the better. But nothing was easy at first. Things took time, lots of it. She suffered a lot, and we suffered along with her.
Emy was broke for awhile after her drugs incident. Her parents were supportive but not as supportive as Tegan and I. She wasn't able to find a place after graduation. She wasn't able to find a job after graduation. She wasn't able to pay for anything after graduation. So Emy was our roommate for several months.
It was not a very great time for all of us. Sharing a bed with two other people wasn't the best idea. It was hectic, it was uncomfortable, it generated many issues and problems. And I'm not talking about the fight of who took the duvet all to themselves in the middle of the night (and mostly it's Emy who did so), but I'm talking about who took the most attention from Emy in sex, who wanted privacy and the other did not give it, who just needed some time alone and the other wouldn't fucking go away (also mostly Emy).
Tegan and I just wanted to escape together at times; just leave her there asleep and go on vacation somewhere faraway. The only good time of that year was when we visited both of our parents and she didn't tag along because she was visiting hers. We were able to enjoy sex alone again. It sounds very fucked up, but the only time we really enjoyed sex again was when we were in my room or her room. In her house we didn't even care her mother was just downstairs making food. Her mother was cool and didn't give one single fuck about what we did. I guess these are the perks of having a young parent. Her mother also loves me very much and I talk to her more than I talk to my own mother.
Back to Emy. Well, Emy became our love child or whatever term Tegan came up with each day. One time we left the place in the middle of the night and Tegan took Emy's car (Tegan took her license that summer but she's a terrible driver) to drive me and her around the city. We sat in a secluded area and ate chips. I remember Tegan talking about our relationship with Emy.
"It's sort of like," Tegan said as she chewed, "like this relationship you cannot just abandon but you really want to get rid of. You get it?" I remember me nodding. "Like, I love Emy so much and you do too and she's just a great part in our life and we love helping her and we worry if she's late and we care if she's sad and we don't want her to be sick or hurt, but we also really just wanna get rid of her at times in order to be alone. Sort of like, our child, kinda." I remember Tegan laughing nervously. I remember laughing too.
"I get what you mean. Without her we're this normal, ordinary couple. Very domestic. Follow routine and order. Yeah?" Tegan nodded. "And with her there's just this excitement and rush. Sex with her is awesome. Exploring it all with her is awesome. It makes me feel like I'm this superhero. Like, I have this power and nobody knows about it because they can't know about it."
But of course, even Emy, our love child, had to grow up and move on at one point. Emy went to therapy after different kinds of advice from Sonia, my mother, her parents, and us. When she came back, she was another person. She met some woman there who gave her Amber's number. It was a very quick process that all I remember of it is Emy coming into our apartment yelling she found a job and hugging both of us. She was also crying.
This Amber worked at her mother's studio; her mother went with Emy to group therapy. Amber is my age and she was just starting with her own paintings and art. Her mother is also a tattoo artist, and she gave me my first two tattoos. They needed someone who professionally understood art and Emy was there.
"It's like fate was arranging all of this for me to work with these amazing people," Emy always told me everytime she returned from work.
Slowly, Emy began to collect money. And slowly, Emy began to have some mysterious things with Amber. It's not love, not even a relationship, nor even them sleeping together. There was and still is something and we all can see it clearly, but Amber is straight. Emy have never been into a straight woman before. And Emy is still sleeping with us whenever we want her to.
The small studio was slowly becoming bigger until it became this new cool art store in downtown Vancouver. One section is for tattoos, one section is for cool, abstract paintings, and one section is for cool other things that Emy worked on. She started to make shirts and drawings on cups and plates. Amber added to that section by making interesting hipster jewelry and birthday cards with funny sayings on them.
Emy moved in to a very small apartment later. She got a very cute kitten so I'd play with her because Tegan doesn't let me have one in our place. I usually babysit Emy's cat if I have nothing to do, and mostly I have nothing to do because I graduated that year that Emy found her way in life.
Yes, I, Sara Smith, have actually graduated college with a Psychology degree that I put up on my wall and it's the only thing I do not bother dusting when I clean our place because if I look at it, I'll cry.
My life isn't exactly as good as Emy's right now. I am not happy at all. I do have some happy moments, especially when I see my girlfriend happy, but personally, happiness have flown out of this body of mine a long time ago.
You graduate and you try to find a job. You go to interviews and do one after the other but you get rejected everytime because your grades are not that good or you have zero experience. Or, in my case, you lack personality. Schools do not want me to deal with kids because I am not a good speaker. Companies do not want me to deal with their employees because I, apparently, have a very weak personality. To put it in another form, nobody wants to hire me because I just fail at life and lack rhetoric and eloquence. Right now I'm just following the advice of that mean man who interviewed me a couple of months ago. "Darling, you'll be a cute wife and a good mother. Learn how to cook and find someone rich to be with you." And so, right now, I'm learning how to cook.
Tegan wanted to go punch him, but I convinced her that punching our table is better than getting herself in so much trouble. Tegan is the most supportive human being I've ever met. I'm not just saying that because she's my girlfriend; she's been helping kids who are bad at math by tutoring them, she's working in a very small company as an intern and also working part time in the same old cafe, she also keeps getting the best marks ever. I believe life loves her because she loves life, people, and helping others.
Emy kisses both Tegan and I on our cheeks and hurries to blow our candles before we can even blink. Amber laughs, taking more pictures.
The cake has Emy's picture on it with two thumbs up. I don't even want to ask. I'll just enjoy the effort Emy put into creating this birthday.
"Thank you, Emy," Tegan says. "Really appreciate the surprise. Try not to tell us about it a day before next time."
"Don't you love the cake, though? This way you can never forget me. Whenever you remember this birthday, you're gonna be like, oh, that cake, it was so delicious." Emy moans all of a sudden. Snap; another picture is taken. "Oh, yaaaa, it had Emy's picture on it. Oh, God, Emy's so good. Emy's so nice. Emy's so fine." Emy moans once again. "Emy's also so hot. Wanna make out thinking of her?"
"Emy has over self-confidence issues," I say. With my finger I take a small part of the cream and lick it. I notice Tegan looking at me while licking her lower lip. When Tegan winks, I blush like I have never blushed before.
"Bitch," Emy says, "it took me years to build this ego so shut up and don't make fun of it."
"Oh, what do I see here," Amber says. Her dimples are showing as she smiles at Tegan and I. "Are these love looks or what are they?" She nudges over-excited Emy.
"They definitely are," Emy agrees.
I am still very sheepish because of last night. Trying new things with Tegan is wonderful, but I never ever thought I'd try what we did last night. She promised me a night of endless pleasure and she was on point with that. She handled me carefully and perfectly and loved me just right. I finally know what it is like to let all my fears go away and simply enjoy sex and all that comes with it from exciting pain and shocking euphoria. Tegan never fails to show me love with her rapturous touches.
In these two years I've seen Emy and Tegan try things I didn't imagine possible in front of me. Sometimes I'd watch, sometime's I'd film, sometime's I'd touch myself as I look at their bodies experimenting together, but sometimes I wish to try these things with them. I never voiced that need until last week.
"What do you want for your birthday?" Tegan asked me while we were in bed. "And you have to tell me this time because I honestly don't know what to get you." When your girlfriend gets you lots of presents and spoils the fuck out of you at any chance she gets, it is very normal for her not to know what to get you for your birthday.
"Honestly?" I switched my position to the side to look at her. She nodded. "I just really want good sex. I want something new. I want you to try new things with me. I feel like I am ready for these...things."
"You're adorable when you blush." She took off the glasses that I wasn't aware I was still wearing and kissed my lips. "Tell me what you want."
"You know?" I shrugged.
"I don't." I know she was simply teasing; she knows what I want.
"You remember the nipple clamps you got me when we first dated?"
"They're still there?" she exclaimed.
I laughed. "Yes, they are. Where would they be?"
"I thought you got rid of them."
"I wouldn't. They're a gift from you. I would never do that." I held her hand to show her how much she means to me and she shifted her body closer. Her smile was the prettiest picture I've ever seen. "Plus, I knew the day would come when I'd be ready to use them."
"So you're ready now?" Tegan asked me.
"I am."
"That's great. I'll be gentle."
"I don't want you to be gentle. I want you to show me a good time. I want us to experiment with new things. You know when you and Emy tried, um..." I couldn't say it, I just couldn't.
"Butt sex," but she said it so casually and did not even hesitate.
"Yup." My face was red and hot and I was sweating. "I kinda, you know, want that."
"Are you sure?" she asked. "Emy and I had experienced with it alone or with other people before we tried it together. Are you sure you want it? You might not like it."
"I trust you enough to try it with me. I want to see if I like it or not but I want you to do it...if you want, I mean."
"Of course I do." She was brushing my hair. Her minty breath was hitting my nostrils. "I think I have just the right thing for you. Don't ask me what it is because it's a surprise."
Butt plugs were the only thing that never crossed my mind. I thought she'd get a small dildo, or try her fingers and then try it with a cute little dildo. I didn't even think of a butt plug until I saw all the things she had prepared for me last night.
"Breathe," Tegan said to me. "Look at all of these and study them and tell me if you want to try or not."
Our bed was neat and tidy. A bottle of lube was there and I was happy to see that. The nipple clamps that I myself had prepared in the morning were there and out of their box. There were two butt plugs, one pink and very tiny and the other one was purple with another device next to it. Also, our vibrator was there, and finally, the new black dildo Tegan and I purchased two months ago. It was definitely big, but we both were very used to that by now. First time she used it on me I worried about getting loose or wide. Tegan laughed and said there was no such thing unless I put a giant watermelon or whatever in my vagina each day. When I used it on her, she seemed very uncomfortable, even more than me. Only two days later she admitted that it was a bit too much on her and she was not used to that size. I guess that in these two years I became more flexible than her. And right now, I just think that I should step up my game for her birthday tomorrow night, especially after last night.
"Look, Sasa," Tegan said last night. She took the pink plug first and grabbed my hand. "Touch it. See how soft?" I put my fingers on the length to inspect. "This is a beginner's plug. Cute and pink. You're gonna like it, I promise you."
"What about the other one?" I pointed at the one that caught my attention mostly.
"Oh." Tegan blushed. "Actually, umm, this one is a vibrating plug and I got really excited seeing it. I grabbed it because I wanted it to be used on me. I mean, I'd use it on you if you want."
"No. I think this one is enough for now." I am planning to use it on her tomorrow night. I know she brought it to hint that she wanted me to try it on her. Even when Tegan had anal sex, I never participated. It was always Emy doing the job. Now I want to do it myself; I want to give my girlfriend a good time and show her that I, too, can top her very well.
The process was maddeningly slow and amazingly gentle. After the date Tegan and I had alone, Tegan made me sit on our mattress with my back resting against the headboard. I almost laughed at my full tummy. I think I've gulped more than three chocolate and cinnamon cupcakes after the fancy dinner Tegan arranged. And then I was just sitting with my heavy breasts and bloated tummy in front of my toned girlfriend. Her arms were muscular and thick and her stomach had hints of abs and her breasts were perky. Whenever she aged, she became prettier and sexier. When she entered her twenties she started to glow each day. When we walked, people stared at her and ignored me. I did not seem older, I just didn't have that luster and appeal she had. Her walk was tantalizing, her voice was seductive, her body language was confident, and she carried herself with so much pride and so much cheerfulness that everybody loved her at university and at work. She was the exact opposite of me. And sometimes it did make me feel jealous, but mostly, I just felt lucky to have her in my life because without her I wouldn't even have graduated college or moved out or lived the life I'm living now.
"I would have handcuffed you or tied your wrists with a rope and just enjoyed your body, but it's not my birthday and tonight is just for gentle experimenting, but if we did this again, we're totally doing that," Tegan said as she caressed my entire skin.
Her fingertips made me shiver. The goosebumps kissed my skin as soon as her soft lips touched my shoulders, kissing so tenderly and wetting my skin. "I want to be able to touch you while you do these things to me. I'm glad you didn't handcuff me." I feel more safe knowing she's right there and I can touch her. I know if I squeezed her arm, she'd know what I want. She always knows when I want her to stop or go harder or go softer on me. She can sense my touches.
"I know, baby." She kissed my forehead.
Tegan took her time to get me wet; very, very wet, actually. My legs were spread and I was still sitting. I looked down and my clit was swollen and I just wanted to touch it. My nipples were aching and my hole wanted to be filled. Tegan was teasing; she rubbed my clit for a few seconds and then toyed with my folds for another few seconds. My breathing was getting heavier and my need was darkening my sight.
"Your skin is so soft. Is that even normal?" Tegan said all of a sudden. It made me laugh hearing that. "Do you bathe in angel oil or something? I'm kinda jealous." Tegan was caressing my thighs up and down. These little comments always made my nerves go away. Everything felt natural when Tegan did it because she knew how to get me in the mood and relax me.
"Your skin is soft too," I said.
"Not like yours." Her hand moved to my breast. First, she caressed and mouthed how soft and beautiful it felt to touch it, then she squeezed. "Honestly, I'm not sure how they do this. But I wanted to get you super wet until you'd want to be touched there like everytime so you wouldn't get hurt."
"I'm really wet and I really want my nipples touched right now."
"Really?" She squeezed a nipple and I moaned, nodding my head. "Alright."
When the pressure touched that sensitive part of my body I did not hate it at all, not even in that one second of pain. I welcomed it immediately, bucking my hips forward. Something in me fired as soon as I saw my nipples squeezed that way. Tegan was looking for discomfort but I was smiling at the feeling. I guess I really do like pain in sex. To enhance the pleasure; however, Tegan went down on me. Her tongue danced on my drenched folds and teased my bundle of nerves. Her hand tugged at the silver chain that connected the two clamps. The more she pulled, the more I relished the feeling, and the louder I screamed.
She knew when it was time for the other toy to be used. This one, I admit, was not as comfortable for me. I was never a fan of anal sex, but seeing Emy and Tegan trying that, I really felt like I need to try it too. Tegan made me stay in the same position but spread my legs as wide as I could and slouch a little in order for her to see my other hole. At that moment, I started to feel the pain in my nipples because I was nervous. But Tegan was smart enough; she inserted her index first using the wetness of my vagina. Her other thumb rotated my clit so the pleasure wouldn't vanish completely. When I was able to take her finger in, she moved it very slowly after I consented. After some time, I told her to try the plug. She asked twice if I was sure and pecked my lips when I confirmed that I wanted her to insert the pink toy inside. She lubed it in front of me and then began to push. The toy was softer than her finger, and that's why I took it faster inside. A long breath I didn't know I was holding escaped my lips as soon as I let myself relax. Tegan kissed me again, but this time longer and with passion.
I felt bad that we were taking a long time because Tegan had to go to university and also work till night the day after. This is how it is for us: Tegan goes to university then goes straight to work and after that she goes straight to her internship. She would come back at nine, very exhausted and tired. I'd make her something to eat and we'd talk about her day. She would ask me about mine, but we both know that there's nothing to talk about. I mostly babysit Emy's cat if she dropped her off, or read after cleaning. Sometimes I go out to run some errands, other times I try new things in the kitchen, but mostly I sit around and do nothing.
"Can we not use the dildo?" I told Tegan eventually. I felt like what my body was going through was too much. With the hitachi on my clit and her fingers inside my core, I couldn't take the dildo. Plus, I was getting sleepy and she was getting tired.
"That's alright. We don't have to use it. I think this is too much already, yeah?"
"Yes," I said in a whiny manner.
My climax approached beautifully. All the right touches were in all the right places and Tegan's soothing words did not leave for one second. She can be dirty in bed and she can also be very romantic nowadays . And when she's romantic and gentle, I feel safe with her. I'd look into her eyes and see two peaceful hazel orbs full of love and affection. Sometimes you need dark lust in bed and sometimes you need sweet love, and last night I just needed sweet love and she gave it to me.
"Stop mind fucking each other and wait till you get home, you guys," Emy shouts all of a sudden, pulling me out of my thoughts. I blush once again and look at the piece of cake in front of me. "It's like your honeymoon phase keeps restoring itself."
"Don't jinx us," Tegan says.
"I'm not," Emy says. "I'm happy for you guys. You give me hope in true love. I really hope you can stay together forever."
"Yes. I totally hope that too," Amber says.
Emy drives Amber back home first. Amber is currently living in her mother's place because Carla has been ill for the past six months. I feel unnerved about the fact that Amber knows that Emy sleeps with us every now and then. I guess, maybe, the reason why she and Emy aren't together till now is because of this part of our relationship.
When we reach our apartment, Tegan goes to the bathroom to wash up and then I do the same after her. I get in the shower after taking my pants and underwear off and direct the showerhead on my vagina. I slip two fingers in my slit and trace my folds. I make sure the entire area is clean before I turn off the water and stand against the basin to brush my teeth. I put on my pants only and throw my underwear in the hamper. Emy enters the bathroom after me and I walk back to the bedroom.
I spot our big toys box on the floor and notice that Tegan's upper half is entirely naked. In these two years, we managed to widen our horizons and expand our variety of toys. There are the dildos Tegan and Emy use for butt sex and there are the dildos only Tegan and I use together and there are stuff we use on Emy only and there are stuff we all share. We put all these in a big red gift box that Tegan has made a place for in our closet.
Emy comes inside fully naked. Tegan and I both raise our eyebrows and she guffaws loudly while closing the door.
"We don't accept nudity at our home," Tegan says.
When we all have sex, we don't usually walk around naked in front of each other. Tegan and I do that but Emy only takes her clothes off for that act and puts them back on right after and if not, as soon as she wakes up in the morning. This time she's walking around while the lights are on and I can see all her freckles and moles and all her imperfections and all her flaws and everything else that's quite charming in front of me. I suppose I do miss her body on display and I haven't noticed that till now. She did put on a few pounds, making her ass look bigger and her thighs even more appealing to me.
"We're changing the rules tonight," Emy says after she turns around to face us. Both my girlfriend and I look down at her fully shaved mound and Tegan nudges me. I escape a suppressed laugh. "I saw that," she says again. She walks towards us and, with both hands, she lifts our heads up. "When I'm talking, you fucking look at me." I release the same laugh again.
Alright, there's this scale of who is more dominant in bed. First winner is Tegan, then myself, then Emy. Emy does top, but she's not dominant at all. So seeing this is hard to take seriously because someone so cute just can't boss me.
"Tonight we're following my rules. We're going to play a game tonight. I'll be the judge and the host and the watcher. I'll also film and you two will play the game."
"What game?" I ask.
"You'll know in a few," Emy says. "Take off your clothes and both of you sit across from each other."
"What if I don't like the game and I don't wanna play it?" Tegan asks.
Emy hesitates when she hears this question coming out of Tegan. She looks at the two of us for a few seconds and then says, "Uhh...I'm not going too far. It won't do something you're not comfortable with. Just be comfortable. All I wanna do is please both of you on your birthdays. Just sit and relax."
We both follow Emy's orders and sit there on our mattress. Emy switches the lights off and keeps us all under the dimness of the red lights coming from our lamps.
"Much better," Tegan whispers.
Emy joins us with two small sheets in her hand and two pieces of dice. She sighs longer than a human would usually sigh and brushes her hair off her shoulder. I stare at her hard nipples but avert my gaze instantly.
"So here is a list of things you're going to do on the green sheet and a list of stuff you're going to use on the red one. You throw these two babies together and if the number says three on the green dice, you choose the option three from the green paper; if the number says five on the red dice, you choose the option five from the red one. Got is?"
"Yes," Tegan says.
"No," I blurt out. I'm so slow, don't they know that!
Emy sighs again.
"Alright, Sara, we can start with you so you can get it. Tegan, you agree with this?"
"I guess," Tegan shrugs. I look into her eyes and I can see how lame this game is just by Tegan's expression. But Emy's trying to do something for us so we just have to give her the chance. I mean, who does that in sex? I'm horny as fuck, I just want my cunt to be fucked right now.
I take a breath and roll the dice. The green one says two and the red one says six. Emy looks at her sheets and laughs. "Alright, Sare," she says. "Two says hump and six says an object of your choice." Tegan's loud laughter fills the room. She points at my scowling face and holds her other hand against her chest. Her legs are shaking while I'm glowering at her.
Emy is smirking as well while patting the camera. I can't believe how fucked up my life is. Since ever, since ever Sara Smith was born, she had to deal with bad luck. But you know what? I'm going to show these motherfuckers.
"Good thing it didn't say a body part. I would have humped your fucking face till you choked," I say to Tegan and she just laughs more because she can never take these silly stuff I say seriously.
I stand up and jump off the bed. I hear Emy asking where am I going and Tegan gives no answer. I look over my shoulder and watch them both looking at me. I throw a smirk at them and go into the closet to fetch something that's going to turn this game into the joke it should be.
When Tegan sees what's in my hand, she gasps rather loudly and covers her mouth. Emy seems confused. Yes, it's that same old teddy bear I once humped and Tegan burst in on me and saw me humping it. I've been hiding it all these years in a huge bag that I told Tegan it has things I wanted to give away. Part of that story is true, this teddy is one of the things I wanted to give away but not anymore. I guess, let's say, it holds some sentimental value to me.
"Since you want me to hump an object, I'm gonna hump this little guy because it's the first thing Tegan saw me hump."
"Wait," Emy says. "It's that teddy?" she yells. I nod. "I got you that for Christmas, you fucking_"
"Hey, hey," I shout back. "I was humping it not wiping the floor with it. It means that it meant something to me and now I'm gonna do that again so shut up or I'm ruining this whole game of yours."
Emy sighs...once again. Tegan is secretly laughing within herself. "Okay. Rule is that you can't come. I say stop when I want you to stop but if you come, you're punished."
I scoff. "And what's the punishment?" Tegan has an eyebrow raised.
Emy looks behind her and bends down to pick something off the floor. Both Tegan and I giggle when we see her butt crack. I admit, we're all acting like little teenagers experimenting for the first time. I guess the alcohol has something to do with it. I hear Emy zipping her backpack before she sits up.
We notice fluffy black furry handcuffs in her hands and a matching blindfold. We laugh at the irony not at her tools. She misunderstands and frowns. But soon enough, she regains her confidence back and says, "Yes. These babies will be used on you till the end of the night and you won't get to come."
"But it's my birthday," I say.
"Rules are rules. Follow them and you'll get to come." She shrugs. Tegan mutters something underneath her breath. I bet this is so immature to her.
"Well, good thing it isn't Tegan's face I'm humping then," I say while straddling the stuffed animal. "Because I take twice longer to come riding this thing." I spread my lips slowly while looking at the nose of the bear. I take a breath and look up to see the camera pointed at me and Tegan's eyes looking intensely at my vulva.
I moan softly when my clit touches the nose and my lips encircle the protruding area beneath me. I begin rocking my hips slowly and notice that the process isn't as fun anymore and doing it without any underwear is quite uncomfortable. There is some pleasure, but the awkwardness of the situation is taking over all that pleasure. I close my eyes to focus on the moment and remember I'm not required to orgasm, therefore I relax and do what I'm told.
"I'm actually making a video for you guys. I'm just gonna film a few scenes."
"Like some porno with clips?" Tegan says. My eyes are still closed. My hips are still moving. My hand is cupping my left breast.
"Kinda," Emy says. I can hear the shyness in her voice. "Just something to remember when you're married and old. You know, we won't be doing this forever, certainly. I just want you to remember how much fun we've had and how life was easier and all."
"Boy, that's a downer," I say with my eyes closed. "Why are you assuming our lives will be hard?" Or us being married? That sounds like a cute idea but I feel like we're never going to get married unless Tegan pops the question and she never will because she's not the marrying type.
"It's not that. I just think that life gets harder when you grow up even if you finally have everything you wished for." I open my eyes to look at her. "You two are growing and I can already see the change. Especially in you." I stop moving my hips and just look at her. "I just want the good moments to be documented."
I look at Tegan. She has a confused look on her face. I resume my movement but I can't get into it anymore because Emy's words just scared the wits out of me.
"Alright. You can stop now." And thank God she knows what she has done. She gives us both a break and walks to the kitchen to get three bottles of water.
"That was interesting," Tegan whispers. I sit next to her; my body is touching hers.
"I think she's breaking up with us," I whisper.
"You think so?" Tegan asks a bit too enthusiastically. I have a feeling she likes the idea. And honestly, I don't blame her.
"Maybe. I mean she's kinda into Amber."
"Yeah," Tegan says. "So, are you still wet?"
"A bit."
Tegan moves her hands to cup my breasts. "I have to get you wet again. You have such a nice pussy, you know. Like, when you spread your cute lips and sat on that thing I was literally dripping. Look!" She knows the exact words that can make me as wet as she wants me to be.
Tegan spreads her legs and makes me look between them. I notice a very small circle of her fluids on the white sheets and laugh softly. "Tomorrow night I have amazing things for you. I will need you to be this wet and even more. This cute little cunt will beg for me."
"Whoa, whoa," Emy says. We look at the door and find her there. Tegan and I blush and my girlfriend removes her hands off my breasts. "Interesting details I've heard."
"Shut up," I say. She hands us a bottle of water each and we drink.
"You got the hang of the game right now, right?" Emy asks. I nod. "Great. Now it's Tegan's turn."
"Okay, I get the game but what's after that? What's the result? Why can't we just have sex?" I ask. Tegan snorts.
"Funny you should ask," Emy says. "Look, it's just something fun. You know, people play games in sex. Doesn't all have to be fuck fuck fuck yahhh." We both laugh at Emy's statement. "And you like teasing. This is basically just a way to tease you till I fuck you both. Wanna get you two real wet."
I am wet enough. Well, now I am after Tegan's words and touches. And Tegan is wet too. I just want us to touch. I want to wrap my hands around her body and love her. I can't wait to do that tomorrow.
Tegan gets the option of licking any body part. She's nice enough to choose my breasts because she knows if she chose my cunt then I will come and Emy will punish me, but then again, if I actually come, I don't need to come again. So either way, I win.
In my other turn, I also get the option of humping, which is not funny at all to me but funny to them. And this time, it's humping a body part. I feel that this game is redundant somehow. I straddle Tegan and decide to scissor her because I know this position never worked for us and it won't work.
This time, Emy films us with her mouth wide open. She's fascinated by the sight. I have to admit that it does fascinate me too because it's all so new when Emy's around and I'm not focusing on the climax part. I guess, after all, this game is fun in some sort of way.
When my clit touches Tegan, my entire body sparkles; I've found the right spot that we have been missing. Tegan moans and closes her eyes. She also arches her back and lightly cups her breast. I look at Emy and the camera and smile.
"This is so wonderful," Emy says. "The kind of thing I wanted to see." She zooms in on our connected cunts and films the way my lips hungrily entangles with Tegan's and the way my clit kisses hers. I bet even the sounds of our connection are loud enough to be heard on the tape.
"You can't come," Emy reminds us once the pleasure decides to build up. "You should stop now." I really don't want to stop but I sigh and fall off, landing next to Tegan, whose eyes are now wide open and staring straight ahead.
"Holy fuck," she says. I watch her throat when she swallows. I think I know what's making her feel this ecstatic; it's me topping her like that. I haven't done that in awhile and I bet she misses it. I feel like a terrible girlfriend. I've been playing the pillow princess for quite awhile and I just noticed it yesterday when she showed me the toy.
"Alright," Emy says. "Now it's your turn, Teetee. Get up." She reaches out for Tegan's hand and pulls her slowly up.
To my amazing, wonderful, Sara Smith luck, Tegan has to finger me because she got the option of fingering a body part. She offered to do Emy but Emy said no; it has to be me.
Her beautiful two digits do not only feel great inside, but they're also too cold and it feels strangely wonderful against my hot, creamy walls. I guess this is it. I guess with one more thrust I will come.
I close my eyes, trying to pretend that I did not come, but Emy notices and laughs. "Oh, you did. You fucking did."
"That's not fair," I say. "Everything is happening to me. Of course I'm going to come."
"You didn't even last for three minutes."
Tegan jumps on Emy all of a sudden. Emy shrieks. Tegan takes the camera and turns it off while straddling Emy. I'm only watching on the bed. They are lying there upside down. Tegan places the camera on the floor and then looks at Emy. "You're going to shut the fuck up and stop your stupid game right now because this is our birthday and we'll do what we want to do. Okay, babe?" And before Emy gets a chance to speak, Tegan kisses her the most animalisitc kiss I've seen Tegan perform. When they pull away, I literally can see fear in Emy's eyes.
Tegan knows better not to do these things with Emy. We both are very gentle with her and right now I feel like Tegan's pushing it. I call Tegan's name loudly and she turns around looking at me.
She gets it immediately. One look and she understands that she went too far with these few words she said. She turns around and strokes Emy's cheeks lightly then pecks her plump lips.
"Get up, Em," I say. "Lie here." I pat the area in the middle between our pillows. I drag my own pillow and put it there. Emy does so without anything to say. We have to be gentle and careful with Emy. Even when I used to date her, I wouldn't do anything that might be too far unless I'm sure she's okay with it. And mostly, we didn't do much because I was very self-conscious and shy back then. The threesome we once had made her see what Tegan can do and she did not like that. Then she was aware that her body did not respond well to such type of sex and we were aware of that. She did like trying few things and she and Tegan did that, but Tegan was always tender and gentle with her.
"We want to have a full threesome, Em," Tegan says with a quiet timbre. "Is that okay with you?"
"Yes," Emy says. It has been a long time since we all got together at the same time. It's usually two people doing it and one filming or watching or masturbating.
"So since I already came, I'm going to take my punishment and not be touched again," I say. "But, I want to penetrate you with any dildo you choose. Is that okay?" Tegan looks at me the entire time I talk to Emy.
"Yes, sure." Emy smiles. Her cheeks are millions of shades darker than they usually are. I lean in to kiss her lips and pull away to find Tegan smiling. I smile at my girlfriend and take a few steps to the toys box. "Tegan," I hear Emy say, "sit on my face." I look up at both of them and we all laugh. "No, seriously. I wanna eat you out."
"My clit just partied hearing that," Tegan comments.
"We are so inappropriate. What are we gonna tell our kids later in life?" I say.
"Sara, our kids won't have to know about that. Of course we won't tell them that," Tegan says. She's slowly straddling Emy's face.
"Sara, I want the small pink one," Emy says.
That's such a small one. It's one of those dildos you'd use on someone the first time because they're too scared it's going to hurt. First time I fucked Emy with one, we used the old blue dildo and it was bigger than this one. But I don't say anything and just pick whatever Emy wants.
"But, like, imagine if our kids found these tapes?" Emy says.
Tegan moans because Emy's breaths are hitting her pussy.
"We'll hide those with the sex toys. They won't find them," I say, walking back to the mattress.
Tegan lets out a whiny sound and closes her eyes. "Please," she says breathlessly. "Just shut up you too. I need your tongue, Emy. Come on."
How I love when Tegan begs. I haven't seen that in awhile. I haven't made her beg at all. I have to do that tomorrow. I have to take the lead even if she fought against it and wanted to top like she always did.
...
Emy falls asleep few minutes after her orgasm. Tegan and I clean the toys and put everything away and then both lie down next to Emy, on Tegan's side. I hold her closely and kiss her face, wishing her a happy birthday as I notice it's past twelve. She squirms and buries her face in my neck.
I wake up to faint sounds and gentle whispering. I cover my head with a pillow and groan because I need to continue my sleep but the voices keep getting louder. I hear laughter and more words said. Then I feel hands running up and down my thighs and I shiver. I groan again and the voices become clear; Emy and Tegan are awake and laughing.
I turn around with eyes barely open and see their faces staring at me. Emy's sitting next to my body, with her hands on my thighs, and Tegan is fully dressed, with her camera aimed at my nude skin.
"Morning, Sasa," Tegan says.
I groan again.
"Were you having a sex dream?" Emy asks. I feel my legs slowly pulled apart and feel Emy's fingers between them. A moan escapes my lips. I guess I really was having a sex dream. I can't remember it but I have hints of it in my head. "You were rocking your hips and moaning. You're so wet."
Tegan also uses her finger to inspect. She moans while scooping some of my juices. She moans again after licking them. "I don't want you to fuck my girlfriend while I'm at work," Tegan tells Emy after she puts down the camera.
"Yes, ma'am." Emy stands up and gives Tegan a peck. "Happy birthday," she says.
"Thank you." Tegan looks at me and winks. I look at both of them with the thoughts of sex making my brain unable to function. It was kind of cruel to touch my vulva without giving me what I want. "When are you leaving for work?" Tegan looks at me while asking our friend.
"In an hour. I'll just go shower first." I close my eyes again and almost fall back asleep until I get kissed by Tegan. I open them and smile at her.
"Happy birthday," I tell her again while fixing her collars.
"Be a good girl," she whispers and then kisses my cheek.
I have no idea what that means but it's probably one of her ways of teasing. Once she's gone, Emy hops on the bed beside me. I chortle as I hear her long contented sigh.
"Last night was awesome," she says.
"You liked it?" I ask. She hums in response. "You liked me fucking you?"
"It reminded me of the old times. I missed your special touches. You know exactly where to touch me. I love the way Tegan does it but you're just so good at it. Even though it had been so long since you last did that to me, I still really love it."
"You still think I'm talented in that?" I ask
"Yes." She chuckles. "Still pro. Don't worry about tonight. I know what you're scared of."
"Yeah?"
"Yes," she says. "Look, I think you need to balance the sex in your life."
"She complained, didn't she?" I turn around to look at Emy.
"She didn't. She was just casually talking about how long ago she'd been topped by you the other week. Just casually saying it because we were talking about top, bottom. Yeah."
"Oh, God." I sigh. "I'm a terrible girlfriend."
"You're not," Emy says. "You're just lazy." She slaps my ass and gets up. I moan loudly when I feel the same tingling in my parts.
"Emy," I whine. "I can't take it," I whisper.
"Yes, you can." I watch her sit between my spread legs. "Shit, you're like...wow." Her eyelashes flutter while looking at my crotch. She leans down and pecks my clit and I swear I feel it jump. My heart jumps with it. "You're a mess. Your pussy is...beautiful. I mean, it's begging for something but Tegan said I can't touch you so I won't. Just help yourself while I'm in the shower...and be a good girl." She winks after repeating what my girlfriend said.
Am I a bad girl?
But anyway, I don't touch myself. I just sit there with my legs wide open and my hand on my head and my thoughts wandering everywhere. Well, I have to get up, eventually. I have to shower, change the sheets, do some cleaning, talk to mum, bake a cake, arrange everything that I need to use, and look good for Tegan. I feel so lazy and so tired and I wish I'd just lie here all day long, but I have to do these things for her. At least I have to make today good for her and forget about me.
I spot the furry handcuffs and the blindfold on the dresser and quickly get up. As I am examining them, Emy enters the room with new clothes and a fresh face. "You took care of yourself?" she asks with a hint of playful mockery in her tone.
"No," I answer honestly. "Umm, can I borrow these for tonight?" I ask.
"Sure." She walks up to me. "But...she has to say okay first, you know that?"
"I don't want anything rough and strange." God, I'm too boring. "I mean," I say, looking at my underwear drawer. I open it quickly and pull out the new dildo I've bought yesterday morning. "I want to use this one on her and I want her hands to be tied and her eyes to be closed so she can focus on the pleasure."
Emy's brow wrinkles as she studies the neon yellow toy in my hand. "Don't you think that's too big for her?"
"Uh, yes. I mean...no. Look, I think she can take it."
"You have to make sure first before you do anything. You can't use it with her unable to see. She has to say it's okay first."
I huff. "I know."
"It's funny how now you can take things like these and we both can't. I mean, maybe she can, I don't know what you guys try but let me tell you the truth, you're way more...open to these than her."
"I'm way more loose than her," I say, rolling my eyes.
"No." Emy guffaws. "It's natural that with growing up and using these things often, you would accept them inside more. She told me that you always get penetrated, everytime you guys have sex." I should remind her that just because Emy sleeps with us, it doesn't mean that she can know every detail that happens here. I stopped telling Emy about our fights a long time ago following her wish, therefore she needs to stop telling her about our sex life. I'll talk to her later, not today; I don't want to upset her today.
"Do you think I can take that?" I ask.
"I guess," she says. "I don't know. Why don't you try it on yourself first? Just see how it works." Emy picks up her backpack from the ground. "I'm gonna take the camera and I'll get it back tomorrow. You won't need it tonight, right?"
"No," I say, still studying the phallus and the handcuffs.
I'm extremely anxious and worried. I'm also horny.
I decide not to put any clothes on and enjoy my nudity since I am home alone. Tegan said it's reviving to do everything while wearing nothing. I admit, it's rather refreshing, but also extremely arousing. I was never one of those who got aroused by their own image. I need someone nude in front of me or in my mind in order to be turned on. But watching my breasts move with me and feeling my sticky lips imprisoning my juices between my thighs when I sit make me experience new areas of pleasure tingling inside.
I have my breakfast on the sofa, in the living room. I touch my breasts every few seconds and feel my pussy releasing very thick juices on the sofa. I can't even worry about that because the sight is breathtaking.
Eventually, I film myself with my own camera; my hands brushing my soft skin, my legs wide open, my pussy lips spread with need, my clit swollen and red, my fingers stroking the wetness and tweaking my nipples, and my eyes hooded and my mouth open.
I tease myself with the dildo I bought for Tegan. I pull it up to rub my clit with it and then drag it down to feed my hole. The more I push the better it feels. But I don't push in right away; I continue the motion of going up and down. Whenever I'm down I push more then pull out and go up to my clit once again. In order to balance the feeling in my entire body, I attach the clamps from two nights ago to my nipples.
Everything is being filmed for my girlfriend later to see.
I moan exaggeratedly when I push it all the way in. It's big, bigger than anything I've taken. I feel too full and too good. My eyes can't open because the feeling is just overwhelming. And when I start to pull then push again, I feel like I just want big arms wrapped around me, holding me well, kissing my body with tender words and soft touches.
I grab my phone and dial Emy. I don't know why my digits find her name first, but they do, and she picks up and I moan before saying anything. She thinks something is wrong, but with every fuck I say, she understands what I'm doing.
"Sara, I'm at work. This is inappropriate," I hear her whispering.
"This toy is so good, so good. I need to come."
Emy laughs. "You're trying it?"
"Ahh, yes." I squeeze my eyes shut. "Oh, fuck. Make me come."
"It's between your pussy lips?"
"Mmmm."
"You're fucking yourself with it?"
"Yeah."
"How hard and how fast?"
"Very hard and fast," I scream when I hit a very tender spot inside.
"What about your clit?"
I moan in response.
"Touch it. Circle it. Make yourself come."
I do as she tells me. I look at the camera, bite my lips, and scream. My phone is on speaker so even this, Tegan can hear. I'm not sure if it will make her angry or not, but I hope it won't. She and Emy did have sex together while I was out once. I didn't mind it because I was sick those few weeks and was too tired to give Tegan anything.
"Good girl," Emy whispers.
I moan while sucking the yellow dildo, dragging my tongue across it and licking every part I stained.
"Fuck," Emy whispers. "Now I need to take care of myself."
"Go away," I say then end the call quickly. I smile and sigh with relief at the camera before ending the recording.
But fun time has to be over and my laziness has to diminish, therefore I put on boxers and a shirt and start cleaning the small place I live in. I clean all the sex toys that we have used and have not for the second time because I always do that for hygiene purposes. After all that, I hop into the shower and clean myself well after shaving. I make sure to use the body wash and shampoo that Tegan prefers and not the ones I prefer. It's all about her today.
After that, I put on my nice turquoise lace undies and bra that Tegan got me a few months ago and dress my person the nicest way possible for her. My hair is a horrible mess that I call a mullet went too wrong. Now I have one side kind of shaved off but the other is still showing the old mullet. Tegan's hair is better. She's been taking care of it while I'm just messing it all up everytime I go to the hairdresser.
After I put the cake in the oven to bake it, I video call my mother like I do twice a week.
"What?" Joy responds. Actually, a scary person that looks like my sister Joy responds. And I only know it's Joy because Lucifer is sitting on her lap, playing with her fingers. Also, because of that mean octave she has been using a lot lately.
I have no idea who that is anymore. Dark clothes, dark hair with lime green strikes that my dad almost had a heart attack when he saw, dark nail polish, dark lipstick, dark eyeliner, and a darker, much, much darker soul.
"I want to talk to mum," I say to my emo thirteen year old sister.
"I'm using her computer. I have homework."
"Why don't you use yours?" I ask. Lucifer is meowing too loudly, trying to reach to me through the camera. I miss that little guy. Well, he's so not little anymore.
"Because she fucking took it," Joy yells.
"Why did she take it?" I ask.
My mum appears, however. She takes Lucifer from Joy's hands and says, "Why don't you tell her, Joy?"
"For fuck's sake I can't believe you think she hasn't watched porn at my age. You're so naive." My eyes widen, and by widen, I mean they really, really are about to fucking jump out of my face.
"Sara was very innocent your age." Only because the internet barely existed and she hasn't caught me reading (not watching) porn. Poor mum, she's so naive.
"Mum, just let her watch porn. It's better than performing it."
"What?" My mum yells.
"I mean, better than having sex?" I scratch the back of my head. "Okay, that's not why I'm here. Like, eww, please, keep me out of this."
My mother laughs while petting Lucifer, who is purring with his eyes half open. "What's up, honey?"
"Other than the fact that my life is so boring and pointless and I'm too lazy, nothing. Today's Tegan's birthday and I just baked a cake and I'm going to make the dressing in a bit and I have no idea how to make the night romantic enough but not too romantic, you get me?"
My mother sighs. I repeat the same scenario each time we talk. Yes, my life is boring and pointless. If I stay like this I'm going to lose it. "Your dad says why don't you learn how to drive?"
"You know too well I hate driving."
"You didn't eve try it," Mum says.
"I just hate it. I don't like it. I'm scared of it."
"Okay," she says. "Since you're so interested in cooking right now why don't you take some classes?"
"And till when I'm just gonna stay like this? Jobless and doing nothing? I've been reading, doing researches, posting things online, reading so much about psychology, and improving myself, but I just can't find a job. Mum, it's me, it's my fucking personality that's standing in my way."
"There's nothing wrong with your personality," Mum says. "Stop putting yourself down. I bet you give them the impression that something is wrong with you and I have no idea who the fuck put that in your head. Does Tegan imply that?"
"No," I exclaim. "Of course not. She's so supportive and is as surprised as me."
"Well, then..." My mum cuts her own sentence off and says, "Oh, right, your dad says he can get you a job at a school here. He has lots of friends."
I never wanted to rely on my father to give me everything, especially a job, but if Tegan is doing that, then I believe there's nothing wrong with me wanting that. "What about Tegan? I can't leave her." And that is a problem.
"Sara, we're doing everything. All of us. You need to do things too. Think about it. Talk it out with Tegan. She has this year left, so talk to her about the options and make up your mind and don't let her make it up for you." I hate when she implies that Tegan is the one who decides for us. That's true with some things but false with many other. We both work together in this relationship. She can be more bossy and pragmatic; but when I say something, she doesn't have to hear it twice from me to do it. "I don't wanna upset you, sweetie," my mum says again when I don't answer. "Are you and Tegan going out?" she changes the subject.
"No," I say. "We went out yesterday and the day before. We just want a nice evening by ourselves here. I just..." I blush, not knowing how to continue. "I don't know how to make it worthy and romantic."
"Ohhhhh." She laughs. "I get you." I can't believe I'm asking my mother for an advice. I am so lame. "Have you ever tried candles? Cheesy, maybe, but they are romantic." She raises an eyebrow.
"No, I haven't." I'm not even sure she likes these things but a change won't hurt.
"Be soft. Be gentle. I don't have to teach you, Sara." Shame is crawling through my entire body at this moment.
"No, you don't." I giggle. "I know, I know. I just feel nervous because it's important for me to make everything good for her the way she did for me."
"Well, I'm sure you'll figure it out. You're 27 now." She gives me that look with her eyes; the look that says that a woman my age should be well-experienced in everything, not just sex or relationships. In other words, she makes me feel old.
...
"It's very cold outside," Tegan says as she enters our room. "I think I'm getting sick. My throat hurts...whoa." I see my girlfriend looking around; candles lit all around the room. The toys I want to use are on the mattress with the handcuffs and the blindfold. I'm standing there in my lingerie and there's very soft sensual music I have played for us. I kept the volume low so we can also hear each other. "Wow, Sara, wow." I know she's speechless and it makes me so happy to see her eyes twinkle in darkness. "First a yummy cake and a nice dinner and now this?"
"I just want everything to be perfect for you tonight. I feel like I haven't been taking care of you lately and I want to do that," I say as I walk up to her.
"Baby, you're perfect the way you are. I don't need anything." I know she's just saying that because she's my girlfriend and she loves me but I also know she's so excited at the moment; her eyes can't stay away from the toys on the mattress.
Once I get Tegan out of her clothes and help her rest on the mattress, I sit next to her and take a deep breath. I want it all to be slow and good for her. "I want to try new things if you allow me." She looks at the toys again and nods. "I bought this just yesterday and I have to tell you the truth, I kinda did try it today to see if it would be good or not. I don't want to hurt you or make you feel uncomfortable." I hold the yellow dildo in my hands.
"So you weren't a good girl today after all." She chortles.
"No. And I am never a good girl." I give her a wink and then a kiss. "Teetee?"
"Hmm." She's looking with so much devotion into my eyes.
"I love you so much," I whisper.
"I love you, too," she says.
"Is it okay if I handcuff you and blindfold you and fuck you well?" She nods without saying a word. "Is it okay if we use the new butt plug you've gotten?" She nods again. "Is it okay if I have rough, but nice sex with you tonight?"
"I want you to be the older person, Sara. I miss that. I want you to do to me whatever you want to do."
I kiss her again.
"Baby," I say, "I am the older person and will always be that even when I act like I am not." I lick her lower lip sensually and slowly till she begins to squirm underneath the strong grip I have on her arms.