🔥STEAMY ALERT—GUYS/GALZ... this is heavy, HEAVY shit!!! Borderline FOUR fires... BE READY🔥
(ALSO, heavy heavy LGBTQ+ content here, so if you're a hater, gtfo—in case I hadn't already mentioned that)

♫ I love your kisses when they're long
And they're deep, run your fingers through my hair
The way you touch me, yeah I know It's meant to be
We can do it anywhere ♪
(Tinashe ft. Future—How many times)

Coralie had no trouble remembering where Chester's place was—around the corner and a few blocks down from her bar. She shivered as she sat in the back-seat of her Lyft ride; as promised, she'd packed a bag, and dressed lightly, but almost too lightly for this air-conditioned car. Under her olive-green, long-sleeved maxi-dress, she'd thrown on her sexiest pair of underwear, and a matching bra that left little to the imagination. Chester hadn't specified that part—did he even want her to wear panties? Did he want her to wear make-up? Because she'd dolled herself up as best as she could, considering how little time she had to get ready. Delilah, against her supposed and sudden morals, had helped, toying with her hair and choosing her shoes—sexy sling-back open toes that Coralie hated because they were so uncomfortable.

"You won't be wearing them for long," Delilah had said as she shoved Coralie out the door. She stuffed condoms in her purse, and told her to have fun, though her heart wasn't in it.

I hope she forgives me one day...

At the bottom of Chester's building, Coralie typed in his studio's number and waited to be buzzed in. To her shock, Chester's suave voice came through the speaker.

"Come on up, the door's unlocked. Please," he sighed, "keep an open mind, okay?"

As Coralie pushed the door, she gritted her teeth. Her stomach clenched, and another shiver spiraled up her spine; but this one wasn't from the cold. This one was from fear. What on earth had Chester prepared for her? He'd been known to whip up some seriously strange events back in the day. He'd had a few odd-themed house parties that had ended in orgies—Coralie hadn't attended those—and experimented with illegal drug concoctions. And there were the times he'd proposed some heavy BDSM shit that Coralie had politely declined, though he was never offended.

She braced herself to decline again, if that was what he'd meant by open mind. Sure, she was adventurous, albeit more on the vanilla side, but she had limitations. She enjoyed a bit of role-play from time to time, or spicing things up by switching areas in the apartment and wouldn't say no to public sex if it wasn't too risky. Hell, she'd even let Jayden handcuff her once, and didn't dislike it. And Ryan had offered to blindfold her, and she'd felt some excitement at that idea. But Chester batted on another playing field, on another level, and she worried what he'd ask her to do.

If I'm uncomfortable, I'll say no. He won't force me.

As he'd claimed, his front door was unlocked. She crept in, welcomed by a scent of cinnamon and a spicy incense that tickled her nostrils. "Chester?" She closed the door but struggled to see through the dimness. The kitchen light was off, and the only glow came from the other end of the space, where she remembered the bed to be.

A faint, indecipherable sound reverberated across the way from that same area. She squinted through the darkness as she took a few strides, to better view where she'd heard the noise.

Past the pillar separating the kitchen from the living room, she froze. In the rear, on the bed, Chester was lounging, hands behind his head... as someone went down on him. Coralie couldn't tell who it was, but she visualized a moving outline between his legs, as she dared a few more steps forward. She got a better view of Chester's expression, basked in soft candlelight. His eyes were half-closed, his mouth spread in a smile of ecstasy. He moved one hand to rest it on the back of this stranger's head, shoving his cock deeper into their mouth.

"Chester?" Coralie repeated, coming close enough to be visible.

What the fuck was this? Had he not told her to come up? Had he not seen her, heard her enter? Why was he engaging in oral sex with someone else?

To her surprise, Chester's eyes opened, his gaze found her... and his smile widened. "Hey," he said, patting the other person's head, as if to tell them to stop what they were doing. "Our guest is here."

The person halted their sucking, then got up from their knees. The candlelight, coming from the nightstands littered in candles, exposed her hair, tinted scarlet, trickling over her shoulders and down her back. She turned sideways, revealing her profile—her lengthy, heavily coated eyelashes, a medium-sized nose, puckered lips, a tiny chin. As she spun completely towards Coralie, she brought a vibrant, red-colored fingernail to her mouth and sucked on it.

Fuck, she was gorgeous. Miles of tanned, silky-looking legs held her up, and she spread them to pose before Coralie. A white pair of lacy boy-shorts covered her lower half and compressing her very large breasts was a matching bra. Coralie saw the woman's nipples outlined under the thin fabric, and a slight jolt in her abdomen prompted her to take a stride backwards.

"What... what is this?" Coralie fought to find her voice, but it had slithered somewhere deep into her throat, wrapping around her vocal cords. Was this some joke? A sick game? Had Chester decided to test her jealousy by sleeping with another woman right in front of her? Sure, she had two men in her life already; she wouldn't blame him for being pissed that she'd dragged him into that and sought revenge for it. But this... was cruel, even for him.

The woman cocked her head. "She's..." Gawking at Coralie, she swirled her finger around her tongue—a gesture Coralie used often on Ryan. To see someone else using it roused a passionate anger in Coralie's gut, and against her will, her fists bunched. "Well, I can't tell much under that dress, but I like her curves."

Chester sat up, leaning sideways around the woman to glimpse Coralie. "Hey, hun. This is Lyla." He motioned at the goddess of a lady standing there, ogling Coralie like a juicy fruit. "She's... well, she's a friend who once told me she was interested in having a threesome. With me, and another person of my choice." The candlelight reflected in his jewel-like eyes, revealing his clear lust. He rested comfortably—no shame, no shock, no reaction to the fact that Coralie had walked in on a woman shoving his manhood down her throat.

Coralie gulped. "A threesome." She grasped her purse strap and took another step back. "Why would you... and this is..."

Chester grunted as he stood up and padded over to her. He was in the nude from head to toe, his penis still erect despite Lyla having stopped her work on it. His skin glistened, and though Coralie shuddered at the sight of him, so striking, so tempting, she cloaked her features so he wouldn't take advantage of her attraction to him.

"Cora." He caught her hand before she squirmed out of reach. "A threesome with you. What did you think this was? Some sick torture? No, never. I care too much about you."

"With... me?" With her free hand, she pointed at her chest, her trembling finger pressing against her racing heart. "You... and her... want me to... join?"

"Look, I know we never discussed it." He took her hand and pushed it into his torso. A slight film of sweat had slicked over his skin, and it brought flashes of their recent night to Coralie's mind. "I know you never agreed to it, but... from that conversation we had, I got the vibe that... you were still into it. That if I sprung it on you, not giving you time to overthink it, you might consent."

Coralie eyed the woman waiting in the background. She was well-shaped, svelte like a model but with more curves, and with a flat stomach and certain sex-appeal Coralie would expect in a high-class, expensive call-girl. Maybe a famous porn-star. She had the airs of Nikita, minus the bubblegum pink hair—that same easy confidence without flaunting, that perfect posture, that obvious comfort and boldness one would admire in another woman.

Coralie was straight. One hundred percent. Yet there had been times when her curiosity led her down interesting rabbit holes that ended with her masturbating while imagining herself in this very situation. A threesome with a man and another woman... a fantasy she'd never thought she'd be able to realize. Too nervous, too unsure, she'd let that idea die in the back of her mind.

But Chester was offering it to her now on a silver platter?

Fuck. Where is Delilah when I need her?

Delilah, as a bisexual woman, would jump on the occasion to experience both genders in such an intimate setting. And she'd smack Coralie if she declined such an adventure now, no doubt.

"It's our chance for a re-do. To fix our botched threesome from all those years ago. And it'll be better, because Lyla is... experienced," said Chester, bursting her pensive bubble with his provocative voice. It was a tone she remembered him employing back in the day, to entice women to his bedroom. Including her. It had worked every time... and Coralie sensed it might work tonight, too.

"I... this... I wish you would have consulted me," she said, her words difficult to compose. She didn't want to offend Lyla—whose body appealed to her the longer she tried not to stare at it—but she had reservations. Questions. Concerns. She was a planner and jumping into this without thinking would throw her off too much to have a good time.

"No, because you'd have changed your mind fifty times. Cora." He grasped her chin and turned her to him, bringing his mouth mere inches from hers. Alluring, wet, smeared with a mix of his and Lyla's succulent saliva. "You don't have to do this. But it's a yes or no situation, not a maybe. You're either in, fully in... or you're not, and that's okay. No hard feelings, I swear."

She swallowed, lingering on his luscious lips for a moment. She sensed his penis pressing up against her, hardened, vibrating with desire for her. And Lyla.

Electricity shot through her. She tipped sideways to glimpse Lyla, who was trailing a fingertip from one end of her magnificent chest to the other, gazing at Coralie longingly.

"Shit," said Coralie, unable to control the wetness beginning to gather in her underwear. Chester's erection, Lyla's boobs, the dimmed lights, the sex-scented air... it all urged her to say fuck it, to cave. To give in. Wasn't that what she'd come for?

Scratch the itch, satisfy the urge... and move on.

"Um, so..." She let her purse fall to the ground and scratched her scalp. "How does this... um... work?"

Chester smirked as he walked backwards. "She'll explain."

On cue, Lyla moved forward, every step languorous and ladylike and hot. Delicate and sassy at the same time, she roamed as if wearing the highest of heels, though she was barefoot. "First, you remove your dress, so I can see what I'm working with." She approached carefully, like a lioness inspecting the horizon, searching for her prey. She smelled like peaches and cream, and up close, Coralie noticed her eyes were green like Chester's, but darker, more penetrating, more dangerous.

Though hesitant, Coralie obeyed. She shrugged the dress over her head and sensed her knees falling inward as Lyla studied her movements, scanned her body.

"Nice shoes. And you're... lovely," said Lyla, after meandering around Coralie, tracing the lightest of touches over her ass. "I'm... intrigued. You're beautiful." She stood before her and grazed a fingertip below Coralie's mouth. "Don't be nervous, sweetie. I'll guide you. We'll guide you. Chester says you've never been with a woman before, right?" Her voice was honey, thick and smooth and delectable.

Coralie nodded. "I don't want to... fuck up."

"You won't," said Chester from nearby. Coralie couldn't see him, so absorbed in Lyla's siren-like presence, but she could tell he'd returned to the bed. She imagined he was watching them with hunger, eager to learn if Coralie would indulge in this new pleasure. In a woman.

Will I dare?

"Let's start slow, hm?" Lyla came closer, and Coralie's throat clogged up. What was she going to do? Coralie had only kissed a woman once, while severely intoxicated. Would this be like kissing a man? Would she be good at it? "How about we hold each other, yeah? A tight hug, get a feel for one another. No rush."

Suppressing tremors, Coralie allowed Lyla to wrap her arms around her middle. She placed her hands above the dip between her butt cheeks but didn't venture too far for comfort. She rocked Coralie, relaxing her, getting familiar with her. As if they were old friends and this—a threesome, for crying out loud!—was no big deal.

Lyla swept a few soft kisses along Coralie's neck. Coralie felt Lyla's boobs against hers, and more dampness congregated in her panties. As one of Lyla's hands grabbed Coralie's behind, Coralie unleashed a quiet groan of pleasure.

"Oh, that's right. There you go. Let it all out," whispered Lyla, her tongue tickling Coralie's earlobe. "Are you ready for the next step? I'm going to kiss you, if you'll let me."

Coralie's breaths caught in her lungs as their noses touched. Lyla grazed Coralie's lips with her own, before swiping her tongue over them. She did so slowly, every swipe sultry, with such attention to detail that Coralie wasn't sure if her heart was beating, or if any of her organs were functioning at all. If she was awake or fast asleep, locked in this fabulous fantasy.

Lyla's mouth pressed hard against Coralie's, and her tongue pried its way inside. After the initial shock, their tongues danced, and Coralie had no difficulties keeping up with Lyla's rhythm. Lyla tasted like raspberry chocolate; a sugary sweetness that nauseated Coralie, but aroused her, too. Never had a kiss left her so breathless, so turned on, and so confused at the same time.

A woman. I'm kissing a woman. Oh, boy.

She wasn't sure how long they made out. Her ass was numb from Lyla's squeezing, and flurries of shivers stalked up and down her arms.

Eventually, they disconnected to catch their breaths. "Impressive," said Lyla, her voice husky, her lips swollen from the kiss. Such a sight tempted Coralie to kiss her again, but she had an inkling there'd be more time for that later. "But now I really want to see what you're hiding under that bra."

She waited for a nod from Coralie before unfastening the lingerie, and licking her lips as the fabric slipped off, tumbling at Coralie's feet. Exposed, Coralie nearly covered herself up; but Lyla's widening eyes and her satisfied sigh proved Coralie had nothing to hide.

"Gorgeous. My goodness. Can I..." Lyla raised a fingertip, hovering it inches from Coralie's left breast. "Touch them?"

"Yes," said Coralie, her words whooshing out faster than she'd been prepared for. "Be my guest."

When Lyla massaged Coralie's nipple, she squealed. Oh, this woman had quite the magic touch; she animated thirsty butterflies in Coralie's core, and goosebumps populated up and down her arms.

Such a feverish arousal urged her to be curious about Lyla's breasts. "Can I..." She glanced at Lyla's boobs and flinched. "I'm not sure how to..."

Lyla grinned. "Allow me." She unclasped her bra, and sensually pulled it down until her round, plump breasts came into view. They were works of art—Coralie had seen nothing like them, and had never been so enticed, so enthralled by something so feminine.

With no idea what was coming over her, Coralie reached out to touch them—then stopped, unsure if that was permitted. But Lyla seized her hand and forced it onto her breasts, pouting her lips, squeezing Coralie's fingers. "Go ahead. Nothing is off limits, sweetheart. Anything you want, you take."

With her thumb, Coralie rubbed Lyla's nipples, gently at first, then a little harder. And when Lyla arched her back and released a wail of, "fuck, yes," Coralie approached her mouth and licked them. Lyla hissed in ecstasy, and pulled Coralie closer, shoving half of her breast into her mouth in one go. On instinct, Coralie twirled her tongue around the nipple, flicked it, sucked on it. Her inner lips swelled with anticipation, and she craved to touch herself, but worried she'd lose her concentration.

They'd passed the need for consent, now giving each other silent agreements to discover one another. So while Coralie continued to fondle and tease Lyla's breasts, Lyla tipped over slightly and ran a finger between Coralie's legs.

"Oh, God, you're soaking, aren't you?" She tugged Coralie up to face her and planted a deep, hot kiss on her lips. "I have to feel you. Taste you. Now."

Coralie wanted nothing more than to keep touching Lyla, but she'd let Lyla do anything to her, at this point. The woman was gifted, and Coralie was famished for her attention. She chewed on her lip. "Okay."

Lyla didn't hesitate, and dropped to her knees, motioning for Coralie to prop her foot up onto a nearby chair. With the tip of her nail, she caressed Coralie's slit, over the silk material of her underwear. "Fuck. Fuck," said Lyla, sliding the panties aside to access the sweet spot. She roamed back and forth, then deeper, instantly finding Coralie's most sensitive area, as if she'd always known where it was.

Coralie's legs quaked as Lyla rubbed faster. And her entire being threatened to crumble when Lyla snuck her tongue into her pool of moisture. "Mmm, delicious."

Oh, how many mouths had been down there to pleasure her? But how many had belonged to a woman? Someone with more knowledge of her inner workings, someone who'd know exactly how to get her off?

A surge of lightning rumbled through Coralie as Lyla played with her clitoris. She twisted, sucked, swished, devoured every inch of her and enjoyed every second. Coralie's mouth opened and closed, and groans of all levels and intensities shot out into the perfumed air.

Between climaxes, Coralie glanced down at the woman's glistening red hair, and wondered if her pubic hair matched it. And wondered what she'd taste like. And wondered if she'd be as skilled with finding her pleasure zones as Lyla had been.

She tapped Lyla's shoulder. "I..." she let out a whimper, "I want to try. Please. I want to... go down on you."

"Yeah?" Lyla passed her tongue over her lips with a smirk. She'd been grabbing at her voluptuous breasts as she took care of Coralie, and one of her fingers hid in her underwear—she'd been pleasuring herself as she pleasured Coralie.

Shit.

Lyla flipped to the bed. "What do you think?"

Coralie did the same, to discover Chester sitting there, fixed on them while stroking his cock.

The black satin sheets were ruffled beneath him, and he leaned backwards, arching his eyebrows. "Oh, don't stop on my account," he said, slowing his strokes, letting his tongue lull out of his mouth. "I'm willing to wait until you two have had your fun. I'm quite happy with... observing." He winked. "This is fucking fantastic."

Lyla returned to Coralie and took hold of her hand. "We'll go slow with this, too. Be ready," she mumbled, as she slid Coralie's fingers into her boy-shorts. "This," she twitched as Coralie's fingertips entered her wetness, "ah, this is how wet I am. For you." She gaped at Chester. "For him." She concentrated on Coralie again, controlling her finger, gliding it up and down her crease. "For," she gasped and sucked her lips in, "for us."

Coralie accelerated her flicking as she watched Chester, who watched them while jerking off. His gaze was steady, his body on the brink of explosion.

And then she fixated Lyla as she tipped her head back and blew out her cheeks and begged for release. Coralie began to lower to her knees, bracing to run her tongue into the woman's erogenous zones—and actually excited and eager for this new experience.

Well, this night turned out way different from what I'd imagined.

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