Thank you, readers, for the kind reviews and PMs that I've received, encouraging me to continue on with this story despite it all. I promise things will start heating up very soon. Unfortunately (for you), this chapter just fills in, setting up for the next chapter.
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When you arrive at Jane and Maura's very impressive home, Jane pulls her keys from her left front pocket and opens up the front door. Maura places her hand on the small of your back and her fiery touch makes you shiver. She gently guides you through the door after Jane, leading you into their living room.
She turns to Jane. "We'll grab the flutes and an ice bucket, if you'll grab the bottle of champagne I put in the wine fridge earlier from the storage room? Then I propose we take this little soiree upstairs," Maura smiles sweetly at both you and Jane.
Jane strides off in search of the champagne while you follow Maura around through the open dining room and kitchen.
The butterflies in your stomach increase dramatically when it finally sinks in that you are about to have sex with two of the most beautiful women you've probably ever met. You take a deep breath and stand leaning against the kitchen counter next to the fridge, then look at Maura, who's filling up the stainless steel ice bucket. She smiles so innocently at you that you can't help but return the favor.
"You're nervous," she states very simply, her face almost blank. Very difficult to read.
You nod at her and you feel your face start to burn with embarrassment, so you glance down at your feet. Suddenly Maura's in front of you, leaning around to set the filled ice bucket on the counter behind you. You feel her warm fingers touch your forearm and you look back up at her to find her smiling at you again.
"I'm nervous too, if it helps. I haven't been with a woman, other than Jane of course, in more than eight years," she confesses. "And I've never had a threesome before."
"Oh, wow," you reply, feeling surprised, but slightly awkward and unsure of what else to say.
"Jane and I met eight years ago and we've been dating for the last five," she explains further.
"You two aren't married?" you ask, surprised.
"No, but we got engaged two months ago," she grins at you and thrusts her left hand at you to show off her ring.
Jane comes bustling back into the room with the champagne. You are gently grasping Maura's hand, admiring her diamond and peridot accented ring. She grins at both of you, obviously very proud. "I see Maura is showing off her bling to you. She likes doing that, despite the fact that she's normally very modest."
Maura blushes," I just like showing off the exquisite taste in jewelry that my beautiful fiancee has."
You roll your eyes at how sickeningly sweet and cute they are. "Please don't take offense at this because I don't mean any, but if the two of you are so happy, why do you want to...ya know?"
"I like to try new things, sexually, and this has secretly always been a fantasy of mine. Jane typically indulges me because she very much wants to make me happy," Maura replies, lovingly cupping Jane's jaw with her hand, then drops it and looks back at you. "But she always ends up liking it too, so don't let her fool you. She's actually excited about bringing you into the bedroom with us, even if she doesn't show it."
"Can you please not talk about me like I'm not even here in the room with you?" Jane growls.
Her reaction stokes the fire burning low in your belly even higher. You take a deep breath and release it slowly, very controlled.
Maura quickly notices your reaction to Jane's and smirks at you, then Jane. "I still have to grab the champagne flutes, but I was thinking, perhaps when we get upstairs to the bedroom, you and I can start," she says, looking at you." And Jane, you can join in when you decide you're ready?"
The brunette quirks up an eyebrow. "I'm as ready as I'm gonna get, but I'll indulge your voyeur side a little."
"Jane, I do not have a voyeur side!" Maura protests.
Jane smirks. "Mmhmm. Sure."
"I don't!" Maura exclaims.
You can't help but cut in, "Damn, that's kinda kinky. You like people to watch you and Jane have sex?"
Maura immediately refutes your statement. "No! I just," she replies, looking at you, and then she looks to Jane, exasperated. "You brought this up, so you get to explain." Maura then walks between you and Jane to retrieve the champagne flutes from another cabinet in the corner of the kitchen.
Jane blushes profusely. "Oh dammit, Maur." She then turns to you and, in a hurried, embarrassed tone says, "MauralikeswhenIwatchhermastu rbate."
"Oh," you respond with a shrug. "I don't think that's really unusual actually."
Maura turns around, flutes in hand, and grins smugly at Jane, "See? I told you it wasn't uncommon, but you didn't listen."
Jane groans and then shoots you a side-eye look. "Don't encourage her, please. She takes pleasure in being right."
You smirk back at Jane, "Good to know."
Maura turns back around, champagne flutes in hand, and steps toward you and Jane. "Ladies, shall we take this upstairs?"
You and Jane both shrug simultaneously and you reply for the second time that night, "Lead the way."
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