A/N: I've never been so smutty. I'm not sure what to say for myself.

Olivia smiled as a pair of hands took hold of her breasts, the long fingers lovingly caressing her silky flesh as she stood before the bathroom mirror. She smiled at the face smiling back at her, turning to kiss the love of her life. Abby playfully pulled her face out of reach, being nearly 6 inches taller than Olivia. Olivia pursed her crimson lips in a pout, giving the mirror an annoyed look. "I can't believe you won't kiss me."

"I can't believe you're trying to mark me with that lipstick. As pale as I am, it'll never come off," Abby replied with a smirk. Olivia laughed, not having even thought of it that way. Abby took hold of her face and turned her head to plant a kiss on Olivia's lips to ensure the lipstick didn't get anywhere else. She smiled. "Better?"

"Yes," Olivia replied before turning back to the mirror and wiping off her lipstick, the last of the day's makeup. She washed her face while Abby took off her pantsuit. "How was work?"

"My client called me a bull dyke, so about the same as every day." Abby was a public defender who dutifully did her job despite many of her clients' less than warm attitude about her sexuality. She tossed her navy suit in the dry clean only wicker laundry basket in the corner of the bathroom.

"What's a bull dyke? How is it different from a regular one?" Olivia asked.

"It wears pantsuits, apparently," Abby replied.

Olivia shrugged. "Well it isn't as though we haven't been called worse."

Abby nodded. "Plus, Hillary Clinton wears pantsuits. If they're good enough for a president, they're certainly good enough for me."

"When you think about it, didn't all the presidents wear pantsuits?" Olivia tossed Abby her black yoga pants. "Careful, those have cleaned-up vomit on them."

"The bratty kid who eats play-doh?" Abby asked, already having a good idea of who'd thrown up on Olivia while she was working in her daycare, as she put the pants in the hamper.

"Yep. It was a surprising shade of blue." Olivia twisted her hair into two French braids on either side of her head then left the bathroom, tossing her bra as she did. Abby was right behind her, stopping to pick up her bra and toss it into the hamper.

In the bedroom, Olivia pulled on a gray cotton nightgown, watching as Abby took off her bra and panties and pulled on plaid boxers. "You know James called me manly this morning at the gym."

Abby smiled. "You do get a little bro-ish at the gym, babe."

Abby loved the elliptical. Olivia had to mix it up in the kickboxing ring. They had tried working out together but it had only resulted in a series of mini-arguments: Did Olivia really have to wear head-to-toe Lululemon? Did Abby really have to call her "princess" when they sparred? Did Olivia have to have to constantly stop to blot her sweaty face? Was Abby really going to drip sweat and only towel off when she was done?

"I did kick his ass in sparring," Olivia boasted. She smirked at Abby. "Besides, if either of us is manly, it's definitely you."

"I am not manly!" Abby scoffed.

Olivia smirked. "You're shirtless in flannel pants, babe."

Abby looked down and smirked. "Not my most feminine moment, but definitely not my manliest."

"No your manliest is definitely SuperBowl Sunday." Olivia climbed into bed and smiled at Abby. Abby was a vehement Patriots fan. Olivia just liked the commercials. She was more of a basketball fan. "Can I tell you a secret though?"

"I suppose," Abby replied, smiling when Olivia climbed on top of her.

"I still like you no matter how manly you are." She kissed the hollow of Abby's throat then looked up at her with a silly smirk. "Short of being an actual man, of course."

"That would kind of defeat the purpose of our relationship." Abby laughed, slipping her hands under Olivia's nightgown. Her breathing became shallow gasps as Olivia's lips worked their way to her taut nipples. "Have you ever thought about it?"

"Thought about what?" Olivia looked up at her.

"Being with an actual man."

Olivia blinked at her. "You, my lesbian lover, are asking me if I've ever thought of being with a man, the gender we're unanimously not attracted to? Think it through, Abbs."

"I'm not talking about falling in love with some guy and having babies in Vermont. I'm talking about having sex with one."

Olivia thought for a moment. "When I was 14 and losing your virginity was a big thing, I did think about it."

Abby raised her eyebrows. "And?"

"I discovered I was a lesbian."

"See, I didn't know until after I'd been with a few."

Olivia sat up, straddling her. "How was it?"

Abby shrugged. "Not bad. The sex was decent. The relationships were the real problem."

Olivia wasn't sure what to say. She and Abby had been together 5 years and she had never known about Abby's history with men. She wasn't really sure what it meant. "Are you…attracted to men?"

"Some guys are hot but not really." Abby sat up and pulled off Olivia's nightgown. "I happen to like a certain someone much more."

"Oh?" Abby tugged on her earlobe with her teeth, caressing her bare back. "And who might that be?"

"The most beautiful preschool teacher on the planet," Abby replied before flipping them over. Olivia watched with half-lidded eyes as Abby removed her yellow panties. Abby trailed kisses down her stomach to her center.

She nuzzled the inside of Olivia's thigh, making her jump. "I've told you that tickles!"

"I bet this doesn't." Abby delivered a torturously slow lick to Olivia's slick folds, earning a low, guttural moan from her as her back arched. She swirled her tongue around Olivia's firm clit, alternating between slow licks and quick flicks that quickly drove Olivia to the brink. She fisted her hand in Abby's hair tugging on it gently. Abby hummed against her center, kissing it like it was her mouth, for a while before moving her lips back to Olivia's pearl and slipping her fingers inside her. She curled them upwards, hitting the spot that made Olivia's hips rocket off the bed as she climaxed.

"Again! Again!" she rasped, her hips rocking as Abby continued her ministrations. She took away her mouth, still working her fingers and sat up to look at her girlfriend. Olivia watched as she opened the nightstand's top drawer and took out their large black strap-on. She instantly tensed. "No, Abby."

"Come on. Last time was your first time. No one likes it their first time." The toy got its primary use on Abby, who enjoyed it much more than Olivia. Olivia had tried it once, out of pure curiosity, but didn't have the good time Abby usually did. "It'll be better this time."

"You sound like a guy," Olivia replied with a smirk.

Abby returned the expression as she fastened the toy's nylon straps around her body. "Just trying to live up to my manly reputation."

Olivia laughed. "That's funny but I'm not convinced, Abigail."

Abby only nodded, still moving her fingers inside Olivia's wetness. She moved back to lower her mouth onto Olivia's center, confident in her plan. Soon Olivia had forgotten all about the strap-on, all her thoughts focused on Abby's mouth. Abby kissed her way back to Olivia's neck. "You taste so good. And you're so wet."

Abby rubbed the head of the strap-on against Olivia's clit and her eyes snapped open as she let out a shocked moan. Abby smiled at her. "See. It feels good. Just let me try, Liv."

She continued teasing her until Olivia's hips rocked with an impending orgasm. "Abby! I'm gonna—ahhhh!"

Her hips bucked in a frenzy as Abby rolled her nipples between her thumbs and forefingers. Moving against the strap-on, Olivia unwittingly pushed it inside herself and let out a groan as she clutched Abby's shoulders. Abby's eyes widened when she realized what happened. "Do you want me to take it out?"

Olivia's chest heaved as she settled from her climax. "Not yet."

Abby smiled. "Do you want me to move?"

"Just a little." Abby smiled as she began moving her hips, pushing the fleshy fake cock inside her girlfriend.

Abby looked down at her. "Okay. This is new."

"I do it to you all the time. Just move your hips slowly. Try to find a rhythm."

Abby nodded and sat up on her knees to gain leverage. Olivia spread her legs wider, leaning back on her pillow. Abby began pushing her hips into Olivia's and Olivia reached down to rub her clit. They easily found a rhythm. That was one of the things Olivia loved about her and Abby's relationship. They fit together seamlessly. The room filled with Olivia's moans as she took hold of the headboard.

XXXXX

"What about him?" Abby nodded at a tall, blonde man leaning against the bar in the loud club she had convinced Olivia to come to to look at men. Olivia had reluctantly agreed, if only to finally put an end to their on-going conversation about bringing a man into their relationship.

"He's too thin," Olivia replied with a shake of her head. She was planning to pass on every man until Abby gave up.

Abby looked the man over again and nodded. She continued scanning the crowd of people. Her eyes finally landed on a dark-haired man walking toward the bar. She nudged Olivia. "He's perfect."

Olivia looked him over from his gorgeous, thick dark hair to his muscular body. "Nice ass."

"Exactly! I'm gonna go get him!" Abby hopped off her chair and had disappeared into the throng of people before Olivia could stop her. She was still frowning at her cocktail when Abby returned, pulling the man along by his wrist. "Liv, this is Fitz. Fitz, this is Liv."

"Nice to meet you." Olivia smiled politely, reaching out to shake his hand.

"The pleasure is all mine," he replied. Abby gestured for him to take the seat she had been occupying then took the one next to Olivia. Fitz sat down and smiled at the women. Abby was beautiful but Olivia was something else entirely. Still, he was outnumbered with no wing man and couldn't figure out what the angle was. "So how do you ladies know each other?"

"We live together," Abby replied, placing her hand on top of Olivia's.

Fitz nodded. "So you're roommates. That's cool."

Olivia laughed. "We're not exactly roommates. We live together."

Fitz noticed their interlaced fingers and his eyes widened. "Ohhhhh… You live together."

The women nodded. The picture was becoming clearer for Fitz. "So how long have you two been…together?"

"Almost 6 years," Abby replied, leaning over to place a tipsy kiss on Olivia's bare shoulder then on her cheek. She reached out and pinched the tip of Olivia's nose.

Olivia turned to smirk at her. "I think you're cut off now, Abbs."

"Fine, mom," Abby whined, pushing away her beer. "Let's go dance."

"All of us?" Fitz asked, already standing.

Abby grinned. "Of course."

She hopped off her chair and pulled Olivia down, leading them both to the dancefloor. Olivia smirked when Abby pushed her into Fitz, who wrapped his arms around her waist with a smile. "You're really pretty."

"Thank you," Olivia replied. He was handsome, and seemed like a nice guy, but she didn't know that she wanted to sleep with him. She had no criteria for judging men, having never considered them as mates.

"He's perfect," Abby purred in her ear, her own hands on Olivia's stomach.

Olivia turned her head away from Fitz. "Then you fuck him."

Abby's hands moved to her breasts. "He doesn't like me."

"I like you both," Fitz interjected, bringing Olivia's attention back to him. She had almost forgotten his presence.

"Do you wanna come home with us?" Abby blurted. "Olivia's never been with a man."

"Really?" Fitz's eyebrows shot up as he looked at Olivia.

She blushed and reached back to swat Abby's hip with her palm. "We don't even know him!"

Abby smirked. "Do you really wanna fuck someone we know? Besides, I don't even think we know any straight guys."

"So we should just take this one home? That's your logic here?" Olivia blinked at her girlfriend.

"You want to have sex with a man. I found you a man. What more do you want me to do?" Abby replied with a smirk.

"I didn't—" She paused. She was curious. And they didn't know any straight men. And Fitz seemed nice enough. And it wasn't as if she'd ever see him again. She looked back at Fitz. "Okay."

Fitz smiled. "Cool. Let me just tell my friends I'm leaving."

He disappeared in the throng of dancing people and Olivia looked at Abby. "You are awful."

Abby shrugged. "Think about it this way: if you do it and you don't like it, it'll never happen again. And you'll never see him again. What's the harm?"

"That." She pointed at Fitz who was apparently explaining their situation to his friends, who were looking at Abby and Olivia with interest. She smirked. "Now we can never come back here."

Abby shrugged again. "It's not like we even like straight clubs so again, no harm no foul."

Olivia shook her head. "We're gonna end up being a story in Penthouse."

Fitz returned, smiling at them. "I'm all yours ladies."

Olivia smirked. "Well aren't we lucky?"

XXXXX

Fitz sat on Olivia and Abby's bed, a glass of wine in hand, watching as they both milled around the room, undressing. He had expected things to happen in a sexier fashion but brushed it off. He was about to have sex with two gorgeous women. Things probably didn't get any sexier than that. He looked at Abby as she pulled her hair back into a ponytail. "So you've been with a man?"

"A few," she replied with a smirk. "But that was before I got a grip on my sexuality."

Fitz nodded and turned to Olivia. "And you haven't?"

Olivia shook her head. "No."

"Why?"

She smirked. "Well I don't know how much you know about lesbianism, but penises are generally where we draw the line."

"Haven't you ever been curious?"

She turned to let Abby unzip her black leather dress. "Have you ever been with a man?"

Fitz frowned. "No."

"Haven't you ever been curious?"

"Not even a little."

She smiled wryly. "Then you've answered your own question."

Abby sat next to him on the bed, clad in her purple bra and panties. "Aren't you gonna take your clothes off too?"

"Oh. Yeah," Fitz replied, standing.

Abby laughed. "You were expecting us to undress you."

"I wasn't really sure. This is my first time doing something like this." He began unbuttoning his shirt.

Abby continued laughing. "I'm guessing you thought we'd drag you into some lesbian lair of pleasure and strip you down so we could tie you up and have our way with you."

Olivia smirked. "Or that you'd get to watch some lesbian peep show."

Fitz only smiled, removing his shirt. "I'm open to whatever you girls want."

Abby grinned. "Really? So you'll get us both pregnant? We've both been wanting babies forever!"

Fitz's jaw went slack. "I didn't mean…"

Olivia laughed. "Calm down. No one wants your sperm."

Fitz removed his pants and stood before them in his boxers. Abby looked him over. "Nice."

Olivia joined Abby on the bed. "Better than I was expecting."

Fitz smiled shyly. "So what now?"

Abby moved to the head of the bed, sitting on a pillow. "That's up to Liv."

Fitz sat next to Olivia and looked at her expectantly. She mirrored his expression. "I don't really know where to start."

Fitz leaned over and placed a tentative kiss on her lips, wondering what sort of reaction he would get. Olivia took hold of his face and kissed him again, pecking his lips curiously. The difference between him and Abby was subtle yet profound. She moved on to his neck, breathing in the scent of his skin. "You smell good, like a man."

"It's probably just the penis," he joked.

Olivia laughed softly as she pushed him back on the bed then climbed off it, standing between his legs to remove his black boxers. She pulled them down his legs and left them pooled around his feet as she climbed back onto the bed to look at him. She had never seen a naked man in person, having vehemently avoided such situations. Fitz looked at her looking at him and smiled. "Touch it."

Olivia sheepishly wrapped her fingers around his firm shaft. It was a distinctly different feeling than the toy Abby had used on her. Abby looked at her girlfriend curiously. "Well?"

"It's different," Olivia replied.

"Good different?" Abby asked.

"I suppose. I don't really have a frame of reference." Olivia shrugged. She looked back at Fitz, her eyes wide as he pulsed in her hand. "I don't know what to do."

"Just rub it," he instructed, taking hold of her hand and showing her how to stroke him.

xxxxx

Fitz lay on top of Olivia, both of them naked and panting as they stared at each other. Fitz could feel himself pulsing as he brushed against her entrance, so close to what he was sure was paradise. "Are you ready? We don't have to if you don't want to."

"You want to," she replied. She got the impression that he would explode if they didn't make a decision soon. Her knowledge of male sexuality was minimal, but she understood that his excitement wasn't on a spectrum like hers. Although at the moment, she was too far gone. She was far too curious, far too excited, to go back. And she knew Abby would never let her live it down if she came so far and quit.

"Do you?"

She bit her lip. "Yes."

Abby watched them with heavily lidded eyes. She'd always thought Olivia was beautiful, but there was something about the way she writhed beneath Fitz that introduced Abby to a new level of attraction to her lover. Olivia's eyes flickered to hers and she gave a small encouraging smile. She couldn't resist scooting closer and planting a kiss on Olivia's swollen bottom lip. She turned to Fitz and kissed him too. "Make her cum. Hard."

He looked from one woman to the other. "I can do that."

Lifting her legs to wrap them around his waist, Fitz slid inside her warmth and groaned, reaching up to grab the headboard to steady himself as he forced his eyes to focus. Olivia arched beneath him, her breath caught in her throat, her arms wrapping around him with surprising strength for someone so slight. Desperate to feel the sensation again, he pulled out almost completely and plunged in again, his head dropping onto her shoulder when their hips connected. Olivia hissed and he squinted at her. "Are you okay? Did that hurt?"

He was worried until he felt the ripples, soft at first then growing stronger and making her whole body quiver beneath him. Her grip slackened but quickly regained its force as she tried to move beneath his crushing weight. "Do it again."

He obliged several times, earning a soft cry of his name with each re-entry. He let go of the headboard and took hold of her hips, using his grip on her pliant flesh as leverage to bury himself as deep inside her as he could with each stroke. The bed began a raucous knocking against the wall, Olivia's moans echoing in tandem as she held onto the headboard like it was the only thing rooting her to the earth. Abby watched, rapt, as she convulsed with climax after climax. She had never seen Olivia so unleashed. It set a fire inside her core as she moved closer to their joined bodies, wedging her head between them to kiss Olivia's lips. She moved on to Fitz, giving his bottom lip a bite that made him growl and lurch forward inside Olivia.

Soon they switched positions, Abby offering herself on all fours. Fitz had never known himself to be so virile, but he wouldn't waste such an opportunity. He took hold of her thin hips, watching as Olivia wedged herself between Abby and the pillows lined up against the headboard. Abby's head quickly dipped between her thighs and soon Olivia's eyes began to roll back. Abby reached back and tapped his hip. Fitz took the hint and began thrusting inside her. She was different from her lover, more responsive, easily thrusting her hips back to meet his. He leaned over, covering her body with his and inadvertently placing himself face to face with Olivia. She barely noticed, her eyes tightly shut as she tugged at Abby's crimson hair, but her lips responded when he kissed her. He moved to her neck, his hips never losing their steady rhythm, and her hands left Abby's hair to wind in his. He clamped onto her pulse point and she left of a mewling cry that he wasn't sure if he could take credit for. Her hands left him again, moving back to Abby's head and it wasn't long before she began to quiver again, her back arching as she gripped Abby's hair.

"Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck!" She finally released Abby's hair, spent as she leaned back against the pillows.

Abby lifted her head and licked her lips, nuzzling's Olivia's damp thigh. "You almost killed me."

"You almost killed me," Olivia replied, her eyes flickering to Fitz. He was nearing his own end, his fingers digging into Abby's hips. Olivia could tell from her lover's flushed face that Abby wouldn't be far behind him. She rolled her taut nipples between her fingers, tugging on them gently, and Abby's moans turned into clipped gasps that soon left her shaking as she tried to maintain her balance.

Fitz wasn't sure who came first, only that when the blackness cleared from his head, they lay in a heap, panting and sweating. Abby shivered beneath him, her face buried in Olivia's neck while Olivia stroked her hair and whispered to her. He couldn't make out what she was saying, only that Abby was too sated to reply. He smiled proudly as he rolled off her, sure he was too heavy. Abby moved next, slipping off the bed and stumbling into the bathroom.

"I think this is the best I've ever done," he said, more to himself than Olivia.

He was surprised when she straddled him a moment later. "I'm jealous. You didn't fuck me like that."

Fitz grinned as he sat up and clutched a fistful of her dark hair, pulled her head back so he was looking down at her. "Is that what you want?"

Olivia could only nod, perplexed by the darkness of his eyes. Fitz released her hair but only until she slid off him and imitated Abby's previous position. Fitz rose onto his knees and took the pillows from the head of the bed then wedged them beneath her, lifting her bottom half to be level with his. It was only then that he noticed her and Abby's height difference. Where Abby was long and svelte, Olivia was petite and voluptuous, much softer in his hands.

"Are you ready?" he asked, eyeing the dimples in the small of her back.

She only nodded, turning to look back at him as he began sliding inside her. They easily found a rhythm and Olivia was surprised to find herself slamming her hips back to his. She felt the familiar storm swirling in her stomach—a maelstrom Abby called it—that intensified when Fitz wound her hair around his fist and gave it a firm tug. His free hand gripped her hip and he pulled her back against him, growling each time her slick flesh slapped his own. He smirked when her knees began to shake.

"So close already?" he asked, pulling her hair and raising the pitch of her moans.

"Shut up," she hissed, reaching between her legs. She scowled when he pushed her hand away, replacing it with his own.

"Just for that, I'm gonna make you beg." He set a thunderous pace, tugging on her hair and her clit with the same intensity.

"Fuck!" was all Olivia could manage as her body betrayed her, electricity shooting through her limbs.

Fitz chuckled and slowed down to a glacial pace.

Olivia's body cried out at the loss and her mouth jumped ship before her mind caught on. "Faster please!"

"If you insist." He resumed his original pace and it wasn't long before she reached a screeching climax, her body frozen in an arc that might have hurt if she could feel anything more than stupefying pleasure. She collapsed on the pillows, still moaning as Fitz continued with gentle strokes, nursing the aftershocks of his own orgasm.

"Well I need a cigarette." They lifted their heavy heads and found Abby smirking at them in the bathroom doorway. She joined them on the bed and Olivia snuggled into her embrace. Abby placed a jealous kiss on her lover's red bottom lip. "He made you cum harder than I did."

Olivia made an acquiescent sound. "I can't even see straight."

"Well I want a chance to prove myself." Abby reached into the nightstand and pulled out the strap-on.

Olivia weakly shook her head. "Balloons, Abby."

Abby smirked and put the toy away. "Fair enough."

"Balloons?" Fitz asked.

"It's our safe word," Abby answered as she lay beside Abby, turning her lover on her side so they could spoon.

Fitz nodded, lying beside Olivia. She scooted closer, bringing Abby with her, and lay her head on his chest. He looked down at her sleepy face and smiled as he ran his fingertips up and down her arm. She roused briefly to look up at him with a small smile. "We can do this again, right?"

Abby snickered, giving Olivia's hip a soft tap. "Are you saying I was right?"

"I'm not saying anything except that I had a nice time."

Abby snorted. "Liar. You like dick."

"You're a dick," Olivia replied.

"Hey! Dick in the room," Fitz interjected. Abby and Olivia laughed as they snuggled closer to him.

A/N: Don't forget to review! XOXOXO