It was very difficult to write this chapter. It seriously took almost 3 weeks to write this. The logistics...Gah. Seriously. Brutal.
Disclaimer: these characters obviously don't belong to me.
Amongst hands and fabric, you catch a glimpse of the straps of Maura's bra, a darker, sea foam green, which you observe looks delightful against her pale, freckled skin. You look on in wonder as Maura pulls her arms from the dress and then you grin as she shimmies a bit, making the top half of the dress pool around her waist and slip a little down her hips. The movement makes you swallow hard as your eyes wander down to abundant breasts deliciously shaped by the delicate, lacy cups of her bra.
Jane grins at you as she slowly trails her fingers up Maura's abdomen and waist to the underwire of the honey blonde's bra. She continues to stare into your eyes as she slips her hands underneath the fabric covered wire to cup Maura's breasts, forcing the bra to rise with them.
Maura closes her eyes with a moan, dropping her head back against Jane's shoulder. While the bra cups and Jane's hands obscure your view, you feel certain that Maura's nipples are hard by now. You step closer toward the two lovers and reach behind Maura with both hands to unclasp the offending material, causing the back of your hands to brush against Jane in the process. The brunette leans her upper body back slightly to give you more room, but you do not miss the soft grunt that comes from her at the brief contact.
You pull the lacy fabric off of Maura as you take a small step back and Jane drops her hands down to Maura's small waist. With your right arm out to the side, you drop the bra on the edge of the bed, giving Jane and Maura a sly grin. "Wasn't it supposed to be Maura and me first, and then you join in later, Jane?" you comment, faking a small pout.
Opening her eyes, Maura smirks at you, "Knew she wouldn't last long. She doesn't much care for just sitting on the sidelines and watching," she cranes her neck to look at Jane, "Do you, baby?"
Shaking her head no, Jane dips her head and kisses Maura gently, and they both turn their heads back to look at you, the sides of their heads pressing together. "Sorry if I ruined your fun," Jane grins at you.
"Fun's only just beginning, you know," you reply back with a grin.
Your gaze travels downward to Maura's chest. Light freckles, perky breasts, taut nipples. You lick your lips in anticipation of being able to soon have your tongue and lips on them.
"Ya know, actually," you suddenly say, changing your mind. "Jane, I want to watch you touch Maura a little. Is that okay?"
Jane nods her head, her chin pressing into Maura's shoulder, and wraps her arms around Maura's waist again.
You reach forward and tug Maura's dress lightly down over her hips, releasing it to let it drop quickly down around her ankles in a heap. She looks down quickly at the dress and whimpers softly, and then looks back up at you with pleading eyes. "The fabric..." she starts, and you understand instantly what she wants.
You crouch down and when your hands gather up the dress, she gingerly lifts one foot at a time out of it. Standing back up with it, you move your hands to grab the shoulders and give the dress a gentle shake. You turn to your right and lay it down flat on the edge of the bed.
"Thank you," you hear Maura say meekly as you turn back to them.
You smile at her relieved expression and decide to give her a soft kiss on the lips, but otherwise remain silent.
Taking a seat on the bed beside the dress, you look up at the two of them, who are shifting their bodies together to face you again.
Maura is standing there with a small smile on her face, looking at you for what you want her to do next; Jane's arms are still around Maura.
You've never thought of yourself before as someone who takes pleasure in watching others have sex in real life, but there's a certain je ne sais quoi about Jane and Maura that makes the idea so deliciously enticing and you know you're in a position to make it happen.
"Touch her," you direct Jane with a whisper, biting your lip and releasing it. "However you want. Just touch her."
Pressing her lips to Maura's shoulder again, Jane loosens her left arm around Maura and slowly slides her hand down the smooth plateau of the honey blonde's stomach. You observe, enraptured, as Jane's fingers reach the matching darker, sea foam green panties Maura is wearing and slip underneath the thin elastic.
Shifting slightly, Maura widens her stance a little, you assume, to improve Jane's access. Maura is close enough for you to reach forward and slip her underwear down over her hips, so you decide to do so. Maura watches you as you lean forward, gently placing your hands on top of the lacy fabric. You hook your thumbs in the sides and push down until the panties are at her thighs. As if in slow motion, they drop to the floor to settle around Maura's ankles.
You are shocked to see that Maura is not completely bare. She has a neatly trimmed landing strip, a slightly darker shade than the blonde-red of her hair, though partially covered by Jane's hand. You glance up at her and smirk. "Pegged you for a Brazilian kind of woman," you joke quietly.
"I like it done many ways actually," she replies with a smile and a twinkle in her eyes.
"I bet it looks good no matter what," you compliment, leaning back again to sit upright, your feet planted firmly on the floor.
You watch carefully as Jane's middle finger slides down to finally touch Maura's clit. She begins to slowly circle it, eliciting a soft sigh from Maura, who squeezes her eyes shut, finally breaking eye contact with you.
"Baby, you're so wet," you hear Jane whisper as her hand continues to move gently and slowly.
"Mmm," is all Maura says. She grabs Jane's right hand and places it over her left breast. You bite back a groan as Jane gently squeezes it and, then taking the pert nipple between her thumb and forefinger, gently tugs on it.
The sight of Jane touching Maura turns you on beyond belief. The two of them, individually, are incredibly sexy and beautiful. Together, though, they are explosive and you're pretty sure you've never seen or experienced anything hotter. "You two are just so fucking hot together," you whisper in awe of the display before you.
Suddenly you have a raging desire to touch Jane, to undress her and to admire her feminine with a slightly masculine attitude beauty. "Jane, come here," you encourage gently.
She looks at you hesitantly, so you add, "Please?"
She drops her hand from Maura's breast and steps around the shorter woman, slipping her left middle finger into her mouth to suck off Maura's wetness, to stand directly in front of you within arms' reach. You grab the hem of her fitted tee and in the same motion, stand up, pulling the shirt up. Jane lifts her arms in the process, and once the shirt frees from her hands, you toss it lightly back behind you on the bed.
She is wearing a simple, black bra, which you find to be very appropriate for her. While not extravagant, she still makes wearing it seem very sexy.
She drops her arms to hang at her sides and then looks at you, taking in a deep breath. Maura steps a little closer, her arms coming to rest on Jane's hips and her head on Jane's upper back.
"Nervous?" you whisper.
Swallowing noticeably, she merely nods.
"Me too, actually," you reply with a slight smile.
"I'm sure Maura tells you this all the time, but you are so beautiful, Jane," you say quietly, reaching up to tuck some unruly strands of hair behind Jane's ear. You lean forward and capture her lips, sealing your compliment with a kiss. She plies open your lips with her tongue, very gently. The kiss lasts much longer than the previous one and reaching your other hand up, you tangle both hands in her hair. You press yourself closer against her front, where you feel a set of hands moving at her waist, and you realize they're Maura's, trying to unbutton and unzip Jane's jeans.
You break from your kiss with Jane and sit back on the edge of the bed to watch once more. Maura slips her right hand inside Jane's jeans. You look up and notice that Jane is flushed red. You suspect it's from a mix of arousal and some embarrassment. When she looks you in the eyes, you also see a little bit of fear.
It dawns on you that she is afraid to let go in front of you and suddenly you realize how big of a deal it was and is for Jane to agree to do this for Maura.
Watching silently for a few moments as the muscles and tendons of Maura's arm flex and move, you simply think. You want to help Jane feel more comfortable with you and the situation.
The only thing you can think of, that, unfortunately at the same time might increase Jane's nervousness, is to be in the same state of undress as she is. You decide to take a chance on this.
Watching Jane, you lift your shirt over your head and toss it over the blonde's and brunette's shoulders, not particularly caring where it lands. You deftly unbutton and unzip your jeans and push them down over your hips and thighs. As they drop, you toe off both shoes and kick them to the side. Jane is watching you intently, even though she is breathing harder and you can tell she is struggling not to closer her eyes and moan because of Maura's hand teasing her.
You break eye contact briefly to pull your jeans off completely, but as you kick them too to the side, you look up to capture Jane's gaze again and then give her a smile.
Jane's reaction is priceless, but positive. Her face still conveys a mix of apprehension and arousal, but now the arousal is amplified. You are pleased with your choice, and obviously she is, too.
You scoot back on the bed, now down to just your bra and panties, and prop yourself up on your elbows to watch Jane and Maura again.
Jane finally succumbs to the pleasure Maura is giving her and lets out a low moan, dropping her head forward. You watch as Maura pushes down on the waistband of Jane's jeans with her left hand. Taking the hint, Jane pushes them down with both hands.
Looking at Jane, you stretch your arm toward her and beckon her closer, curling your right forefinger twice before resting your elbow back on the bed and smirking.
You see Jane swallow before she takes a deep breath and looks back at Maura, who smiles at her and nods slightly. Jane climbs onto the bed and settles to your left, on her side, propping herself up on her right elbow. Her hand comes to rest on her hip. She looks to Maura and then back to you, biting her lip.
"Do you want to touch her, Jane?" Maura asks softly.
Jane nods softly at Maura and then looks at you. "Is that okay?" Jane asks quietly.
"More than," you reply as you brace yourself for this beautiful woman's touch. You lie back on the bed, your arms at your side, and look up at Jane, who's peering down at you.
Tentatively she raises her left hand and places it on your stomach, her fingers just over your belly button. She then drags her index finger in a slow circle around it, dipping in slightly.
A shiver shoots through your body and with a gasp you release the breath you have been holding. Goosebumps erupt on your skin. You observe Jane's face as she focuses on where she's touching you. Her expression is a mix of wonder and desire. With your right hand, you gently guide her hand up to your right breast to cup it.
She gulps and looks at you, the corner of her mouth turned up in a smirk. "You feel different than Maura," she confesses. "But kind of the same at the same time. Familiar, I guess."
You feel the bed dip down on your right side as Maura climbs on it to kneel beside you. Smiling, she reaches underneath you, and using your elbows, you lift yourself up slightly so that she can unhook your bra. As you settle back on the bed, Maura slides the straps off your shoulders and Jane pulls the scrap of fabric off of you, tossing it somewhere on the floor with other discarded garments. She cups your left breast then, rubbing her thumb back and forth over your nipple. It instantly hardens.
Maura then positions herself on your right side, mirroring Jane's position. She cups your right breast and then gently pinches the nipple between her thumb and index finger. You start to whimper slightly while the two of them, with different pressures and touches, tease your breasts.
You lift your left hand up and pull gently downward on Jane's hair, trying to get her to lower her upper body enough to kiss you. She leans down and you capture her lips, kissing her forcefully for several seconds. As you let go, you grazer her bottom lip gently between your teeth as you pull back and then release it. You grin at her and she returns it. Letting go of her neck as she returns to her previous position, you then reach down with both hands and push your underwear down your hips, bending your legs slightly to lift your hips. You push them down further and, lowering your hips back to the bed, you pull one leg through and then the other, tossing the panties somewhere in front of you on the floor. You leave your knees bent, feet flat on the bed, and legs slightly spread.
Maura looks down at you and raises an eyebrow.
"This is when the real fun begins," you wink at Maura and smile.
She looks up at Jane and you look slowly from her face to Jane's. You can tell they're sharing unspoken words and you feel amazed that two people can say so much to each other without ever actually speaking. Maura places her hand over Jane's on your left breast and you can feel her fingertips graze you lightly as she curls her fingers around Jane's hand to grasp it gently. Then slowly you feel Jane's hand start to slide down, off your breast, down your torso, and toward your center.
You look over to Jane, who is looking on as Maura slips both of their hands down your body. She looks over to Maura and shoots her a nervous smile, then looks down to you. Returning her smile, you nod your head slightly, encouraging her.
When Jane's fingertips reach your clit, your hips buck upwards lightly and your hands clutch at the bedsheets; a low moan escapes from your lips, but you force yourself to keep eye contact with Jane. She begins to rub your clit in circles and as much as your body wants to arch off of the bed and you want to throw your head back into the mattress, you resist fiercely just so that you can continue to watch Jane as she touches you.
You feel Maura's hand slip back up your stomach to your right breast and she pinches and pulls on your nipple. You whimper from the pleasure-pain she's creating within you. Finally letting yourself close your eyes, you arch off the bed a little, your head pushing back into the mattress. You feel Maura's lips upon your own and she is kissing you softly at first, but her kiss quickly becomes more demanding, more passionate.
Jane then dips her fingers down past your clit and between your soaked folds. You moan into Maura's mouth, breaking your kiss. When the brunette's fingers begin to penetrate you gently, you hiss out a drawn out "Fuck!" against Maura's lips. Her fingers slip in further and she curls them upward, hitting your g-spot.
You choke out more profanities as you gasp for air. You feel like you're moving in slow motion as you break your kiss again with Maura and turn your head in Jane's direction. She continues to curl her fingers inside you and you rock your hips against her hand. She smirks at you and you lick your lips. Her gaze drops to your mouth and then suddenly she's leaning down to kiss you.
Then you feel Maura's hand sliding down your torso to your center, too. When her fingers reach your clit, she begins rubbing her fingers in circles over it.
"Oh fuck. Right there. Keep going!" you moan out against Jane's lips.
Jane flexes her fingers inside you and Maura continues moving her fingers over your clit. Seconds later, you're arching off of the bed, muttering obscenities under your breath as all your senses focus solely on the pleasure the two women touching you are causing. You hold your breath, knowing you're just seconds away from crashing over the edge into oblivion.
Maura increases the pressure on your clit just slightly and it's exactly what you need to start falling. You cry out in ecstasy as your back arches further off the bed than you can ever remember happening before. Seconds later, your body collapses back on the bed, as you breathe heavily and feel incapable of moving.
This obviously isn't the end, but I can't guarantee how long it's gonna take for the next chapter, considering this one took like 3 weeks. Also, if you notice any inconsistencies, please let me know and I'll fix them. ^.^
A/N (edit, after posting): Um, Lauren was only the bartender at the nightclub, not the third person in this threesome. (The 2nd person POV is supposed to be ambiguous for a reason.) But I feel like I should explain my "switch" (I guess you could call it) in who's driving the action. I feel like Jane's initial reluctance stems from fear. It can be daunting to touch a lover for the first time, whether it's for the very first time, or for the first time for a particular situation (for Jane, it's touching a woman other than Maura). I also feel like Jane operates in a very action-oriented way. She fears the unknown at first from a distance, but once in the midst of the feared situation, she feels more at ease with what's going on. It's action itself, which she feels more comfortable with. Maybe that's just my own perception of Jane, and others may obviously have a different interpretation. But I wanted to address this one review with my reasoning for changing things up. If it seems more out of character (within this story only) than previous chapters, I guess I'm sorry? It's just my interpretation of Jane's character as a whole. Hopefully this note will clear things up for anyone else who's confused or bothered by it though.
A/N (part 2): I promise in coming chapters (no pun intended) nobody will be feeling left out in the slightest...