I couldn’t say anything.
I didn’t even think I was breathing.
Was I still asleep?
Did, I actually fall asleep and now this is some sort of realization inception?
Cause I swear, one of my dreams went something like this.
Joseph pushed my glass towards me. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to shock you. “ He smiled. “You look terrified. You don’t have to, at all, saying no is an option…”
I shook my head. “Wha---what?!?!? “ I grabbed my head. “What are you---why are--- he’s your boyfriend! “ I spoke stupidly.
Joseph cocked his head to the side as he stared at me.
I put my arms up. “And I’m a girl! “ I stated the obvious.
Joseph blinked for a second and burst out in laughter. Head thrown back.
I stared at him in confusion.
What? What was so funny? Why was he still laughing? What had I said?
Joseph took a deep breath and grinned as he leaned against the counter. “You being a girl isn’t the problem gorgeous.” He shook his head sighed. “The issue is the last time we did this it went fucking bad.”
The last time?!
“What?” I whispered completely baffled.
“Take your drink.” Joseph nodded.
I did just that. It was definitely time for me to wake up.
**
“Okay so first, we’re not gay.”
My eyes bulged.
Joseph shrugged. “I didn’t think you needed an explanation or elaboration before. I just assumed that whatever you were thinking would be easier for you to feel comfortable and live with us without any weird vibes.”
He pointed to himself. “I’m attracted to both, although I tend to lean more towards guys. I’ve been with girls but I’ve only been in relationships with guys.”
My mouth dropped.
“Marcel’s even more fluid, I’ll say. He’s been in 5 serious relationships. 2 of them were with girls.”
My eyes couldn’t possible get any bigger as I downed my moscato.
“I don’t think he actually has a preference.” Joseph thought out loud.
I touched my face and took a deep breath. “Woah… . “ I whispered.
I don’t know how I felt… slightly numb.
Jesus, I was not just reading into this!
Wait… last time…
I cleared my throat as I took Joseph’s refill. “So is this like y’all thing?” I shrugged. “Get a female roommate, have your fun and move on.”
Joseph’s mouth dropped open. He closed it and sighed. “Lee no… “He covered his eyes and rubbed it. He moved closer to me and put his hand on my knee. “I wanted a roommate because as much as I love Marcel, he can drive me fucking crazy. You’ve seen him. I thought it would be a good shift in the house dynamics from us coming at each other’s throat.” He rubbed my knee. “You just happened to be beautiful and…” He sighed and shook his head. “I don’t want what happened last time, to happen again, that’s why I’m so against----” he waved his hand in the air. “But he’s… . “ Joseph’s voice lowered as he stared at me. He chuckled. “Let’s just say I have more control than he does.”
My heart pounded, because for the first time these past two and a half months, Joseph shoot me a quick look similar to what I was used to getting from Marcel.
Was that a glance of appreciation?
No stop.
Stop.
I’m feeling myself a little too fast.
He said Marcel wanted to fuck me. Not that he wanted to fuck me.
Wait… did he?
No not Joseph?
Joseph too?!?!
No he leans more towards guys.
But he’s fucked girls.
Oh my God what is going on in this house?
What if they both----
“Are you okay?” He whispered softly, causing me to jump and tear myself away from my train of thoughts.
I took a deep breath and nodded.
“Lee… “ he reached into my lap and grabbed my hand. “You don’t have to be okay with this. You can just say no and I swear, it’ll be fine. I can figure something out with Marcel. “ He laced our fingers together. “If you want to leave cause you feel uncomfortable, I understand to. I don’t want you to.” He squeezed my hand. “But I do understand. And I’ll give you back your deposit, so no worries. “
Wow…They… .they’ve really thought of this.
“I didn’t give a deposit.” I whispered.
He blinked. “Oh.”
We looked at each other and slowly we both smiled.
I shook my head. “I’m not…like, I’m not disgusted or anything like that…I’m not uncomfortable with you guys. I like it. I really like it here. “
“Awww… his smile widened his blue eyes twinkling.
I giggled. “I do.” I was still holding his hand as I slumped back on the couch. “It’s just a bit to process.”
“I know… “ Joseph leaned back and rested his cheek on my head as he wrapped his arm around me. “Please don’t let this change the dynamic in the house. I really like what we have here. “ he kissed the top of my head. “That’s what I told Marcel.” He whispered.
I hugged him back. “Can I tell you something.”
“Anything.”
I paused for a minute.
Might as well right.
“I drunk texted Marcel that I wanted to fuck him.” I whispered anxiously.
Joseph chuckled and released me. “I know.”
I turned to him in surprise.
“I also knew he kissed you that day before you said anything. “ Joseph put his hand on my thigh. “He’d texted me soon after he did it for damage control.” He smiled. “which was the plan over pizza but.. You handled him pretty good on your own.”
I smiled.
Then lowered my gaze.
Was I sure I wasn’t dreaming?
Joseph rubbed my thigh gently and I felt immediate tinglee pass through my body. This… this is a first… . No think about it. It really isn’t is it. It’s just harder to ignore, now that I know he’s fucked girls.
I wonder how many.
“You still haven’t answered my question.” He whispered.
I looked up.
Joseph eyes shifted down to my lips momentarily and I couldn’t help but to look at his as he talked.
“Would you like to fuck Marcel?”
I opened my mouth and shrugged. I looked down feeling shy. My heart racing.
Yes, yes I would.
Now knowing that he wants me so badly that he told his boyfriend, I wanted him even more.
I shrugged again. “It has crossed my mind maybe like once or twice. “ I whispered.
Joseph chuckled.
I chewed on my bottom lip and slowly looked up at him. “But… not if you don’t want me to.” I whispered honestly. “Marcel’s not the boss of us. I really truly care what you think and feel about this.” I shook my head. “I don’t want to mess up what we have either.”
Joseph stared at me for a couple long seconds. I couldn’t tell what he was thinking.
He leaned over and cupped the side of my face. His thumb brushing over my lips, which I instinctively parted.
I don’t know why I was holding my breath but I was.
He slowly closed the distance between us and I closed my eyes as I felt his lips against mine for the second time that night. This time twith more pressure. He moved his lips and I followed. Gently sucking on my top before switching to my bottom lip.
I moaned and he kissed me again. His tongue grazing mine just slightly before he pulled away.
It took a minute for me to open my eyes.
They both kissed me.
In two different ways.
But my heart reacted just the same.
I stared at him, lips slightly parted.
“Aahh.” He whispered. “That’s what he tasted.”
I was breathing so loud, I wondered if he could hear. I could hear myself.
“I want you to answer that.” He grinned. “Sleep on it. You don’t have to do anything at all. Really.” He got up and kissed my forehead. “I’ll go up with Mr. Pouty face.”
I giggled as he turned and walked out the living room.
“Wait, Joseph. “
He turned back around.
“You still didn’t tell me what happened to the other girl. How did it end so bad.”
Joseph sighed. “Marcel got tired of her after a month. To be honest I was kind of over her too. She was way more clingy than I am.”
I blinked. Joseph’s clingy?
“Well she didn’t want to leave. She was kind of obsessed… particularly with Marcel, which was annoying and well she pulled a gun on him. “
“What?” I screeched.
“He has that affect on people doesn’t he?” Joseph shook his head. “You either hate him or you love him but either way you wanna kill him.” Joseph winked at me. “It’s that fucking stare.” He turned and left me with my mouth still open in disbelief.
**
For some reason, I feel like I had the best sleep of my life.
And I most definitely had a sex dream. Yep.
Sweet.
But my heart was pounding as I got dressed.
I’d heard them. They were downstairs. They were up.
I know I didn’t have to give them an answer but could I really go without an answer?
How was I supposed to walk around the house knowing that Marcel wanted to fuck me, Joseph had kissed me, and there was a promise behind that kiss. That these two days I was so adamant on being gay were in fact… not. I mean yes but not really.
I looked at myself in the mirror as I fixed my short pixie cut hair. I smoothed down the back. I had cut it off last year after all that damage from the relaxer. The Texturizer was working well for my hair, the waves were lit.
I smiled, at myself.
I can’t believe Marcel actually told Joseph he wanted to fuck me.
What was it?
What?
I turned in the mirror.
Damn, I smacked my ass.
My shape was genetic, I knew. Didn’t have to work out long or hard to keep the consistent figure.
Guess my mama was good for something. I got her body.
I was vain. I tried not to be, but I knew I felt myself a little too much sometimes.
I did a body roll and turned and twerked in the mirror, watching my ass shake in my short, shorts.
I laughed to master and stopped.
Lee, you fool.
I was happy. I ain’t gonna lie.
I blew myself a kiss and turned around.
Gone head and live your best life.
Where my boys at?
I almost skipped downstairs in excitement and made my way straight to the kitchen.
Marcel had a book and a coffee. He sat shirtless on the bar stool. Joseph was in black shorts and a white muscle top and his hat on backwards so I knew he was going to play volleyball with Fred and that group. He was scrolling through his phone and finishing his shake as I slid up to the counter next to Marcel.
I’m not gonna lie, I might have arched my back a little as I leaned over the counter and smacked my hand down to get their attention.
They both turned to me.
“So.” I smiled. “How does this work?” I looked back and forth between them.
I had sure gotten their attention.
Wow, how had I never noticed.
I mean in my short shorts and crop top, I’m sure I’ve worn millions of times but now I saw Joseph give me a one over. Had he always done that and I never noticed?
“How does what work?” Marcel asked in confusion as he put down his book. He looked to me and then to Joseph.
Joseph’s eyes widened, a small smile on his face. “You sure? We don’t need an answer right away.” He answered hesitantly.
“Sure about what?” Marcel probed. “What answer?”
I turned and leaned against the counter and shrugged. “Not 100% but very curious.”
“Curious?” Marcel questioned.
Joseph finished his shake and walked around to me. “Then we just go with the flow. “ he leaned down and kissed my cheek.
“What are you guys talking about?” Marcel asked loudly, as Joseph grabbed his head and kissed his temple hard.
“How much I love you.” Joseph answered. “So don’t fuck this up for us.”
Those hazel eyes of his blinked rapidly as he shared a look with Joseph. I couldn’t see Joseph’s face. But the blonde guy leaned forward and gave him a quick peck on the lips. “I’m heading out to play volleyball, see y’all later.”
Marcel nodded silently.
“See you later. “ I waved.
Joseph chuckled and left, but not without giving Marcel another look.
We didn’t say anything or even turn to each other until the front door closed.
Marcel closed his book and finally turned to me, but I was already staring at him.
“So what did he tell you?”
I shrugged. “You want to fuck me.”
Marcel peered at me for a couple seconds. He turned his body fully. “And?”
“You’re not just gay.”
“I already told you that. And?”
“You’ve done this before. “ I continued.
“And?”
“She pulled a gun on you.” I smirked.
Marcel chuckled.
“I can see why.” I added.
Marcel looked me over. “But what did Joseph say, say.”
I shrugged. “That’s basically it as far as I know.” I thought for a minute. “Oh, he doesn’t want to ruin the dynamic we have going on.”
Marcel cocked his head to the side.
“What?” I asked. “That’s basically it.”
“Did he tell you not to fall in love with me?” He asked seriously.
I laughed. “What? No. He didn’t say that.” I rolled my eyes. “You’re so fucking cocky.”
Marcel didn’t answer as he rubbed his thumb over his bottom lip.
“Not everybody’s gonna fall in love with you.” I shook my head. “I’m not. “ I shrugged. “I’m just purely doing this out of curiosity.”
Marcel turned away and looked at his coffee. He tapped his fingers on the counter and licked his bottom lip. “Good.”
I looked up at him.
He drank his coffee and put down his cup. He turned to me. “So do you want me to drag this out for a couple days or can I lick your pussy now?”
My mouth dropped open.
Well damn.
WELL DAMN!
I dug my fingers into his hair as I arched my back.
His fingers digging into the underside of my thighs.
We were 20 minutes in and every minute just got better than the last.
He swirled his tongue again and then sucked on my clit. I shuddered. He did it again. Licking between my folds. Pulling my lips into his mouth sucking on it. Returning to my clit. He sucked on me, pulling it into his mouth. While there he used his tongue to massage my clit.
This was it. This was the only move I ever needed.
How in heavens name, did I think he was gay?
Gay guys did NOT eat pussy like this.
Fuck, straight guys didn’t either.
I pressed his head down further and he moaned.
“There… . There… “ I moaned uncontrollably. My pussy pulsating. I bit down on my bottom lip as I squeezed my eyes shut. I was not a vocal lover at all. I’d never been.
But I was this close to screaming expletives.
Hot damn…
“Oh God… “ I whispered somewhere between a gasp and a cry. I rocked my hips and he let me. Laying his tongue flat and wide. My toes curled as I gripped his hair. He didn’t apply pressure with his tongue, it was just wet and there as he moved his head up and down.
“ooohhh… “ I moaned, my body curling into itself.
I lied.
THIS WAS ALL I NEEDED!
I gasped as I came hard. My body shaking. I clamped my hand over my mouth so as not to be too loud.
Before you say anything.
I know it’s stupid.
But it’s a habit I got from sneaking boys into my room in high school.
I gasped and pushed his head away.
I was too sensitive. No more.
He moved and lifted his head.
I was still recovering as I looked down panting.
He wiped his mouth and nose and stared at me with a smirk.
“Haven’t done that in almost 2 years.” he remarked.
“Fuck.” I whispered running my hand over my face.
I swallowed hard and sat up on my elbow.
I watched him get off my bed, his erection causing a huge tent in his shorts.
Oh he wasn’t lying. Definitely a grow-er.
Oh, I needed to take care of that.
I sat up on my knees but he turned and headed for the door.
“Wait…”
Marcel turned around.
I swallowed hard and shrugged. “Do you want me to take care of that?” I pointed to his erection.
Marcel looked down and then up at me with a smirk. “Naw, you tried to play us. Now I’ll just have you beg for it.” With that he lowered his shorts his dick springing out. Thick and long, the tip glistening.
He was grow-er, grow-er y’all.
I bit down on my lip.
He smiled and pulled his shorts back up and left my bedroom.
I closed my eyes and groaned. Seeing his dick again. I would have loved to put it in my mouth. God, I hate this man.
I fell back on the bed in shock.
I just had the best head, I’d ever gotten in my life.
**
Pleasure. This was purely for pleasure.
It was weird cause I’ve never done anything like this before.
Had a guy eat me out and a couple hours later sat around the table eating dinner with him and his boyfriend.
I was trying to keep it together.
Had he told Joseph.
Joseph didn’t act any different.
Was he supposed to?
Marcel wasn’t acting any different either.
Like at all.
Like not even the slightest bit of hint that earlier today he’d been between my legs for a good 20 something minutes.
I shifted my eyes to him dipping his bread in the olive oil as he drank his wine.
He chewed heartily as he nodded at Joseph.
Joseph was telling us about Tommy the girl's recent scandal with her husband’s coworker.
I chuckled.
Joseph was a good storyteller. Though I was sure he was exaggerating.
This was it?
This was the new normal?
I smiled to myself and brought the pasta to my mouth.
Eloise Grady, your mama would have a heart attack.
I shifted my eyes again, feeling somebody staring at me.
Sure enough Marcel was watching me as he was drinking his wine. He looked away and reached over to pour Joseph another glass.
My eyes trailed down to Marcel’s lips remembering where they’d been. I squeezed my thighs together and focused on my plate.
Be casual.
If they’re not overreacting, neither should you.
I smiled and stuffed my face.
**
“Morning.”
“Hey babes. “ Joseph smiled as he placed the sunny side up egg on the plate and scooted to me.
“What?” I grinned. “You sweetheart. Thanks.”
He placed the toast on my plate as I tied my shoes.
“Slept well?”
I nodded. “And you?”
He grinned and turned pouring me some orange juice. He slid it over to me. “You fuck Marcel?”
My hand froze on the glass as I shook my head. “No.” my response was defensive. “No.” I said softer again. I swallowed hard and looked away. “He just… . Kind of… . Gave me head.” I trailed off.
“Aahh, I see.” he turned and grabbed his toast. “Well thanks for the foreplay cause last night was… uuurrgghh….fucking good. “ he moaned.
My mouth dropped open.
Was Joseph openly talking to me about his sex life!
And that it was good!
Because of me!
We stared at each other for a brief moment and then burst out laughing
“Is that what we’re doing now?” I asked.
“That’s what we’re doing.” He confirmed.
I chuckled as I bit into my toast.
“You two didn’t do a anything else?” he asked slowly.
I looked up from my breakfast and shook my head. “Nope.”
Joseph nodded and turned around. “He’s good with his mouth isn’t he?”
I giggled and covered my face.
Joseph turned back around and smiled at me as he leaned on the counter.
I ate my egg slowly, aware that he was watching me silently.
Why?
I grew anxious and looked up at him.
He smiled and looked away. “Have a good day at work beautiful. I’m headed out. Marcel’s in the studio.” he came around and kissed my cheek.
“See you. “ I replied, bitting into my toast again.
And then nothing.
4 days past and nothing out of the ordinary happened.
I was… .. Disappointed.
Was I overly excited for this thing?
I was.
Maybe that was the problem.
I had thought about it too much.
Maybe all he really wanted was to just lick my pussy. Strange but hey, not complaining over here. I’ll take it.
I skipped down the stairs and rounded the corner, only for an arm to go around my waist and yank me.
I yelped in surprise like a fucking Chihuahua as I was pressed against the wall. I looked up.
What fucking caveman behavior was this?
I was mad at him.
Even though I didn’t show it.
He got me hot and bothered and then left me on read for five days.
He needed to stop playing these games with me.
“What?” I asked.
“You upset?”
I rolled my eyes. “No.” I lied.
He looked me over, moving his head to the side.
“Can I go now? I’m going to be late for work.”
“You’re upset.” He confirmed.
I shrugged and shook my head at the same time.
Marcel lowered his head, his soft hair actually brushing my face. “Joseph tends to get jealous.” He whispered, his hands slidding up my hips. “I don’t want him jealous, so I’m… . “ he ran his hands up my sides and I parted my lips.
His touch felt so good.
“Taking it slow… okay. “ Marcel lifted my chin up with his finger.
I nodded slowly.
He licked his bottom lip. I watched him bend his head and I inhaled sharply as he lowered the top of my shirt, moved aside my bra and ran his tongue over my nipple. He looked up at me and sucked it.
My mouth opened.
Dear God, this boy had moves.
We heard noise on the stairs.
He quickly replaced my bra and fixed my shirt. He pressed his thumb in my mouth before moving away. His was a couple feet away by the time Joseph rounded the corner.
“Hey.”
“I’m going to work. “ I said quickly and walked towards the front door, my heart racing.
Joseph watched her leave and turned to Marcel. He drifted his gaze downward.
Marcel followed his gaze as he stared at the bulge in his pants.
“Why haven’t you fucked her yet?”
Marcel shrugged and swayed back and forth as he stared at his boyfriend.
Joseph stared back and sighed. “Don’t look at me like that. I’m not gonna get jealous. “
Marcel shrugged again.
“I’m not.” Joseph insisted. “I get it, work on my insecurities. I got the lecture. Besides I really like Lee.” He leaned over and kissed Marcel. “The quicker you fuck her, the more at ease she’ll be and we can move on.”
Marcel grabbed his arm and stared at him pointedly.
Joseph shrugged.
“If I fuck her, that doesn’t mean I don’t love you.”
Joseph groaned. “You don’t have to keep saying that. “
“Yeah, I do, until you get it through that thick ass skull of yours.” He turned and walked away to his studio.
The blonde guy threw his hands up. “And you call me the emotional one!”