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I sit across from them, watching brown eyes looking at blue as the couple across from me considers the bomb shell I've just dropped.
“When you say ‘I’m not sure if I'm an ally, what does that mean?”
Oh. Oh, shit. I've phrased that awfully. My face burns with shame.
“I… I think I might like girls?” I squeak, and the tension releases. Well, their tension releases. I know Tara and Darcy aren't strictly monogamous since we all graduated uni. I've seen women sandwiched between them on the dance floor, writhing together. I’ve imagined being that woman. I squirm at the tingling between my thighs as my overactive imagination thinks of where this conversation could lead.
“Good job?” says Darcy. “I mean, well done figuring it out. Tara had to kiss me, like, seven times before she figured it out.”
“Umm – ” I hesitate. This was a stupid idea. Of course it was. But how was I supposed to be sure if I never tried?
Tara figures it out before Darcy does and sits back, looking at me contemplatively. Waiting. Darcy frowns, confused. Tara shakes her head and stares at me.
“I was – I thought – never mind, it was stupid. I should just –” I get up to leave.
“Sit.” Tara's voice is an irresistible command.
“Ooh, I get it now,” says Darcy. “But why not ask Sahar?”
“Because she wants to be sure before she risks her friendship, right Immy?”
I nod mutely.
“But since you and I are a couple, she thinks we’re safe.” Tara gives a wolfish grin, full of teeth and hunger. “Beautiful, lovely, foolish little Imogen.” I feel the wetness seeping between my thighs, drenching the little cotton panties under my skirt.
Darcy's eyes light up. “How sure do you want to be?”
“Completely?” I am pretty sure I climb an octave at the end of the word.
“Then I think we should all go back to our flat for this investigation. Unless you're also an exhibitionst under that perfect glossy nice girl exterior?” Tara looks at me and licks her lips. If I weren't sitting, my knees would have buckled.
“I don't know?”
“Oh, we have so much to teach you about your own sexuality,” Darcy says, reaching across the table to brush her hand along my jaw, tracing down my neck. My nipples push against the flimsy fabric of my bra and shirt. She chuckles and leans back. “She's definitely not straight,” she says, looking at Tara.
Tara gives me a serious look. “You can tell us no at any time, and we will respect that. You don't owe us a reason, it can just be that you need a break, or maybe you just aren't feeling it.”
I nod vigorously.
Tara shakes her head. “I need your enthusiastic verbal consent, babe. I want to take you home with us and take you apart and put you together again with a whole new understanding of yourself. Is that what you want?”
I swallow, my mouth somehow both dry and flooded with saliva at the same time. “God yes, please.” I may be whimpering.
“You're going to be such a good girl for us, aren't you?” Darcy whispers in my ear. I hadn't noticed her coming around the table. My body is practically vibrating as she comes closer, her lips brushing against my cheek.
“So good,” I promise.
“First, Darcy is going to kiss you. And if you feel nothing, that's ok, and we can be done. But if you like it, well, I'm calling the Uber now.” Tara is holding her phone as she watches us.
Gently, Darcy brushes my hair back, cradling my face. She brings her lips to mine softly, opening her mouth only the faintest hint, making no attempt to force me into anything more.
Fuck that.
I push forward and kiss back, letting my tongue explore the seam of her lips, noticing the glorious lack of harsh stubble against my skin. My hands find their way to her waist, pulling her in.
Tara laughs as Darcy pulls away and I automatically start to follow. “I don't think she's straight.”
“Seems pretty gay to me,” agrees Darcy.
Tara's phone buzzes. “Come on, our ride is here.”
They sit me between them in the backseat of the Toyota Corolla. Tara's thigh presses against mine, her hand subtly hitching up the hem of our skirts until as much skin as possible is touching without giving the driver an eyeful. Darcy's hand is on my other leg, tracing little circles that are driving me absolutely mad. I am moments away from just shoving my skirt out of the way when the driver pulls up to the kerb.
Tara opens her door and tugs my hand to follow her. I fumble with my belt as I refuse to let go.
I can't believe I'm going to do this.
I can't believe I get to do this.
Darcy skips ahead of us and uses the keys on her carabiner to open the door to their place. Tara gives my hand an encouraging squeeze and I follow her in.
There is a pause as we deal with shoes and bags and keys and mail. Then Tara's hands are pulling me close, her face tilted up expectantly. Leaning down to kiss someone while we are both standing is a new experience. I've always been shorter than my boyfriends. Tara's lips are tender and her body soft and curvy as my hands explore, pulling her tight against me. She wedges a thigh between mine, pressing against my mound, and I groan into her mouth. Every nerve ending is on fire with her delicate yet firm touch, her fingertips brushing the bottom hem of my skirt and grazing the backs of my thighs.
We pause for air.
“Fuck, that was hot,” says Darcy. I had forgotten she was even there.
“Come help me,” says Tara. Darcy slides in behind me, making me the filling in the most delicious sandwich of my life. Darcy's hands slide under my shirt, pinching my nipples through the lace of my bra, and my head falls back on her shoulder. She and Tara lean in to kiss, and holy hell, it's so fucking hot as they make out, pausing occasionally to suck on my neck or earlobe. Tara's hands have moved up, kneading my cheeks tenderly, teasing forward before sliding back once again.
They move to opposite sides of my neck, kissing and sucking and only pausing as Darcy pulls my shirt off over my head. Tara lavishes my breasts with attention as Darcy unhooks my bra.
“Oh fuck,” I moan as Tara’s tongue flicks against my nipple. I feel one of Darcy's hands slide between my legs.
“You're absolutely soaked,” she says, biting my earlobe. “I can't wait to taste you.”
Tara grins. “Are you going to be a pillow princess, or do you want to know how fucking delicious Darcy's pussy is?”
I feel my clit pulse and throb against Darcy's hand. “I want everything.”
“Well, good thing we have all night,” says Darcy. “How many times do you think you can come?”
I frown, confused. “Isn't it just the once?”
“Oh Immy, boys have been doing you dirty,” says Tara.
I don't know when it happened, but I feel Darcy's bare breasts on my back and turn. I run my hands over them and they're softer than I expected. I pinch her nipples and tug like she did to me earlier and watch bliss crossing her face. Feeling bold, I lower my head and start sucking and teasing, thrilled at the new sensations on my tongue.
“Oh fuck!”
“Perhaps we should make it all the way to the bedroom?” suggests Tara, now totally nude. Darcy takes off, dragging me by the hand behind her. Giggling, she tosses me onto the enormous bed and jumps after. Tara follows at a more sedate pace.
“Now, we get tested regularly since we like to play with others, and are both clear. If you want, we can use the dental dams and condoms for any toys,” she says, pausing by a drawer that I assume holds supplies.
“I'm negative! I've got the results on my phone.” After arsehole Paul, I get checked regularly. I want to taste everything tonight.
She smiles, opening the drawer, tossing over a pink dildo, lube, and what looks like a bunch of belts.
“Just in case,” she says. “But let us pamper you first. Lay back.”
I settle into the mattress in the center, my legs naturally parting. Darcy pulls my panties off and tosses them somewhere. She slides her fingers between my folds and brings them glistening to her lips, licking slowly and sensuously.
“So sweet,” she purrs.
Tara kisses her open-mouthed and filthy, and watching them is so fucking hot, I reach to touch myself. Tara slaps my hand away.
“That's our job tonight. Let us teach you how a woman can pleasure another woman, and then you can make Sahar scream.”
She nudges my legs farther apart and nestles between them. She spreads my folds with her fingers, smiling up at me. “So pretty everywhere,” she says before flicking a tongue lightly over my clit. My back arches off the bed. “Easy, we're just getting started.”
Darcy kisses me as Tara dives in, her tongue exploring my body with fingers thrusting inside me. She crooks her fingers, and I groan into Darcy's mouth. She breaks her kiss. “Yeah, she's good at that.”
Tara's fingers and tongue move faster. Darcy whispers in my ear, “Come for us, beautiful,” and I'm gushing? I've never squirted before in my life, but Tara keeps going until I clamp my thighs on her head to give my poor oversensitive clit a break. She just pulls back to kneel patiently as Darcy stays cuddled against me. Every inch of my body is aware of the universe around me. I feel the blood pulsing through my tingling labia. Every breath against my skin lights up my nerve endings like a gust of hot wind. When I relax a bit, Tara crawls up to kiss me and I can taste myself on her. I want to know how she tastes.
“Can I try?” I ask.
“Absolutely. Do you want me on my back, or knees, or riding your face?”
My face must show how much I couldn't make that impossible decision between three glorious options.
“Darcy, you lay down so I can get you off while Imogen eats me,” instructs Tara, and I am so grateful that she’s taking charge.
We shuffle around on the bed, and even though the moment should be awkward, it isn't, as Darcy attempts a ninja roll and falls off and we all laugh. Sex has never been this fun before.
Tara is on her hands and knees, her slit waiting and ready for me. I kneel behind her in worship. I don't hesitate and swipe my tongue along her folds and she tastes amazing. I run my hands along her luscious curves and squeeze before holding her open to continue my exploration deeper between her folds. I taste a long line before curling around her clit and sucking. How the hell can so many men not find this? She pushes back against me and I focus, lapping and licking and fucking my tongue into her pussy. She moans and I feel her body tense. My fingers join, teasing and thrusting and trying everything I remember ever feeling good on me.
Darcy is saying the filthiest things, and hearing her talk about Tara and her getting off in the bathroom while their friends danced at the club was a visual I never knew I needed. Under my tongue and hands, I feel Tara tense and pulse and she cries out.
I can't help but smile as she flops to the side to recover. I did that.
I look at Darcy, still spread and teasing her clit with her finger. I crawl towards her, a question in my eyes.
“Fuck yes. Eat me. You were so fucking wet for us, taste how wet I am for you,” says Darcy. Tara rolls over to watch as I immediately dive into my second-ever pussy, noticing the differences in tastes and shapes and grooming, but loving them all. Darcy rocks her hips against my face and plays with her own nipples.
“I wanted to push you up against the wall and finger you under that cute little skirt you were wearing, rip your knickers off so that I could just reach over for a taste any time I wanted.” Darcy keeps talking and I can feel my own fire rebuild.
“Watch you and Tara dance together, tiny little skirts and tight tops, and know that I was the one you were going to fuck later. God, Immy, you're so fucking hot! Fuck!” Darcy arches off the bed in a silent scream, and I lean back as she lays panting.
“One all,” laughs Darcy. “Now who am I fucking with the strap on?”
Tara looks at me and I pause. “Can I ride you?”
“Why yes, I will lay there and watch your spectacular tits bounce,” says Darcy.
“Is this a good size, or do you want bigger?” asks Tara, holding up a respectable 7-inch dildo with a nice curve.
“Bigger?” I ask, not used to having a choice.
“The nice thing about being a lesbian is that you can have a whole selection of dicks,” says Darcy. “Without an attached arsehole!”
“No, that's a good size. After all, it's about how you use it.”
Tara and Darcy both laugh. Tara pulls me into distracting kisses as Darcy somehow makes sense of the mess of straps and buckles.
“Can we do whatever the lesbian equivalent of Eiffel tower is?” I ask. What? I watch porn. It's not my fault the bisexual porn always assumes two guys and one girl.
“Fuck yes,” says Darcy, and Tara straddles her face as I lower myself on to the dildo. I play with Tara's breasts and bounce in time with Darcy's thrusts. Tara holds my hips and helps and all three of us are moaning and swearing and sweating. I can't think of anything outside of the overwhelming sensation of this moment and my orgasm crashes over me, my thigh muscles seizing. Tara follows me, but when she collapses, she feverently fingers Darcy until all three of us are blissed-out, fucked-out messes.
“First person who can move gets water,” declares Darcy.
“I don't know if my legs will ever work again,” I admit.
We lay, panting and happy. I pause.
“But I'm definitely not an ally.”