Taking his lover in an intimate clench, Angelo held Naomi closer than close as he shifted his head to her breasts; kissing her skin and licking her nipples as she ran her fingers through his long dark hair.
“Baby,” she breathed, throwing her head back as his long, hard cock rose to tease her aroused femininity. “I want you inside of me.”
Accenting her words with a sound dose of action, she braced her legs around his trim waist and threw herself against him; impaling herself as she did on his erect, sweat lined shaft.
This move seemed to elicit a bolt of lightning that consumed the couple whole, their bodies swaying and grinding together as they most literally rocked the boat.
Their lips locked once again in a warm, binding kiss as their tongues entangled between them, their naked bodies heated and caressed by the rays of the golden sun.
The lilting song of Mediterranean gulls seemed to christen their passion as he continued to probe and penetrate her. The couple seemed to savor every touch, every kiss, as though it was their last.
“Because it just may be,” Naomi pondered in silence, a telltale tear descending her cheek as she consumed her lover in an unyielding embrace.
Immediately a concerned Angelo broke their kiss, lapping away her tear with a long wet tongue as he stared deep into her eyes.
“Nah, nah, Naomi no cry,” he muttered, adding as he thrust his hips forward to drive forth to her very core, “Ti amo.”
“Ti amo,” Naomi echoed on a whisper, collapsing in his arms as the couple surrendered to the power of an incredible mutual climax.
Chapter Six
After spending the remainder of the day cruising the waters of their secret Venetian hideaway, the couple returned to their hotel with heavy hearts; their arms wrapped around each other as they stepped into the lobby of the public accommodation that had come to feel like home.
Working the front desk that day was the bubbly Rosanna, who seemed even more personable and enthused than usual as she beckoned them toward her desk.
“Angelo!” The petite, raven haired beauty called out to her lover, waving a ream of crème colored parchment broadly in his direction.
Arching his eyebrows in a show of keen curiosity, Angelo walked forward to accept and peruse a message apparently meant for him, his face bursting out in a dazzling smile as he reads its mysterious contents.
Finally he and Rosanna broke out into a rapid-fire stream of enthused conversation; one that culminated in a celebratory high five as Rosanna turned to face her.
“Just to get you in the loop here, Naomi, we have some wonderful news for you,” she told her, adding with a broad beam, “Angelo has been hired for a month-long modeling assignment in America—one that will be shot in downtown New York. He’ll be going home with you.”
Naomi laughed with joy as she herself met the desk clerk in a spirited high five; then turning to meet her lover in an eternal kiss as their bodies clenched together.
And somehow, she had the feeling she’d never let him go.
THE END
GIVEN TO CURIOSITY
Menage Romance
Chapter One
Was this really how I wanted to spend my weekend? Browsing through Casual Encounters on Craigslist, hoping that something would jump out that wasn’t totally creepy, prostitute-y, or foot-related?
I signed and leaned back from my screen, reaching for the glass on white wine that sat on the table opposite me. Ever since I’d split from Harry, I’d been in a bit of a sexual funk - unable to seal the deal, uninterested in long-term dating, but ferociously keen on actually getting laid. And maybe that sounds shallow, but it’s always been my reaction to the end of a relationship - go out in my highest heels and my tightest dress, hit the town, and have a whole lot of sex with strangers, the kind of sex I wasn’t allowed to have when I was in a relationship.
But this time round, it had been a particularly weird break-up. We’d split a couple of weeks ago, both of us agreeing that there wasn’t much left worth pursuing, and went our separate ways. I wasn’t much cut up about that side of it, but rather the strange feelings that had started cropping up during the time we were together. It started out with just admiring some woman’s jewellery, or her heels, or the way her dress sat on her perfect cleavage, and eventually evolved into something else. I found myself gazing with lust at the leggy women who walked past my office window every day, wondering what it would be like to be with them. And I know that it sounds strange for a thirty-something single girl to just be figuring out that she might like the ladies, and hell, it had thrown me for a loop. I didn’t know what to do with this new information, and I think that was what was keeping me back from getting back out on the scene again. Sure, I wasn’t adverse to the idea of being with a guy, but my interest was leaning much further towards women and I had no clue how to go about it.
So that’s how I found myself sitting in front of the laptop, browsing through all the adverts that offered quick, hot sex at the touch of a button. I was trying to find the perfect candidate to chat to, someone who was more experienced than me but who wouldn’t expect a hard-core lesbian love goddess once we got between the sheets. I had to admit that was a pretty hard sell- “bi-curious chick, 31, wltm attractive woman for extensive training. Must be patient, willing to go over everything twice, able to give direction like an air traffic controller.” I rolled my eyes - how the hell was I going to find someone who would take me up on that offer?
So I kept on scrolling, until an ad suddenly hopped out at me. “Young couple wltm attractive woman for threesome”. Hmm. That actually sounded like something that might appeal to me. After all, I’d only been with men before, and something about having a guy there comforted me - at least I knew I would be able to please one of them. And I’d never had a threesome before. In fact, the only time it had come up was when I was in long-term relationships and my boyfriends had started trying to nudge me towards making out with a girl in front of them because it got them hot, and I seriously resented the performative aspect of it - hey, dickwad, I’m not here for your arousal, and I doubt that other girl is either. In retrospect, I wished I’d just dumped those guys and tried to hook up with the women, but hindsight has always been my biggest enemy. Anyway, here was an opportunity to explore my bi-curious side, and have a threesome for the first time, but as a guest-star - something I’d always been told was the best way to go about having three in a bed.
Taking a deep breath, I clicked the “reply” button and tapped out an email. Snapping a quick picture of me - in the most flattering light possible, obviously- I attached the face shot to the message, added my name and phone number, and told them what I was looking for. No point holding back now, was there?
“Hi!
I’m Mel, I saw your advert on Craiglist and I thought I’d respond. I’m thirty-one, single, and bi-curious. I’ve never been with a woman before, and I’d love to share my first time with you guys. Drop me a line if that sounds like something you would be interested in.
Mel x”
I hit send and sat back, and reached for my wine. I felt a little frisson of excitement; was I really doing this? Had I just done the internet equivalent of strolling up to a couple in a dark bar and offering myself to them for the night? The thought was kind of exciting, and I drummed my fingers on the table, already impatient for a response.
I clicked away from the advert, and starting going through the Casual Encounters page again. I needed to cast my net wide, after all, because what were the chances that my first email would get me a ready-made threesome? Even as my eyes scanned over the text in front of me, my mind was still hung up on that advert- the thought of hooking up with two people at once, let alone having my first lesbian experience, had firmly lodged itself in my brain as something I very much wanted to try out.
I jumped when I heard the ping of my email go off, lost in my own private fantasy of how that night might unfold. Grabbing my phone and clicking on the email app, my heart leapt when I
saw that they had responded to me. Damn, that was fast. I opened the email, my fingers shaking, and quickly scanned the message.
“Hi Mel,
Wow! What a gorgeous picture. We’re very flattered that you’d consider replying to our advert. You can find pictures of us attached below. If you’re interested, we could organise a meeting this weekend, at our place?
Love,
Ian and Paula x”
I clicked open the attachments with interest, keen to see what they actually looked like. After all, everyone talks a good game online, and I was determined to not simply throw myself at anyone who came along. I wanted to make sure I was sharing my first lesbian experience with someone I was actually attracted to.
Lucky thing that she was so godamn hot! My eyes went straight to her, her long, wavy red hair dominating the photograph. She had pale green-grey eyes, and a small, soft-looking mouth. My eye was immediately drawn to the generous amount of cleavage that was on show in the picture, hypnotised by her pale skin and pillowy breasts. Then my gaze darted to him- a square-jawed man with glasses and a smattering of black stubble, his eyes strikingly blue and warm. It looked like I had hit the internet-strangers jackpot with these two, although I wasn’t convinced that I wanted to head straight back to their house.
“How about we meet at Johnson’s Bar? Do you know it?” I tapped out my reply and sent it back, then paused. “I love your pics, btw”
The reply pinged into my inbox moments later. “Sure, how about Saturday at eight?”
“See you there, x”
I sat back, surprised. That had been way too easy. I’d just have to see how my date went on Saturday night - how does one dress when one’s trying to seduce a couple? That was stuff for me to figure out in the morning. I drained the last of my wine, closed my laptop, and went to get ready for bed, my mind turning over with the possibilities the night might bring.
By the time Saturday night rolled around, I had made a promise to myself. If I liked them, I would organise a time to meet them in future so I didn’t end up getting hammered and sleeping with them out of curiosity; if I didn’t like them, I would leave after one drink to make sure the same thing didn’t happen. Simple.
Chapter Two
I sat at the bar nervously brushing my perfectly-coiffed chestnut locks out of my eyes and dabbing at my lipstick. Would it be obvious that we were on a date together? Probably. After all, how many women got this dressed up just to hang out with their couple friends if they weren’t trying to seduce them? I giggled to myself, swilling the wine around in my glass- when I put it like that, the surrealism of the situation wasn’t lost on me. I had never been in a situation even remotely resembling this one before, and I had no idea how I was meant to act or what I was supposed to do. Did they have more experience than I did? I both hoped they did and didn’t; I wasn’t sure if I could handle the thought of being one in a long line of women, but it was comforting to think that they might have a better idea of what to do in this situation that I did.
Then I saw them; they had just walked in, and were trying to subtly scan the bar to see if I had arrived yet. Springing out of my seat, I approached them, a wide grin on my face.
“Ian? Paula?” I extended my hand towards them vaguely, not sure if I should go for a kiss on the cheek or something more formal.
“Oh, thank God, we had no idea if you were going to turn up or not!” exclaimed Paula, throwing her arms around me in a moment of surprising, not unwelcome intimacy. She smelled wonderful, a mixture of apples and vanilla, and I fought the urge to bury my face in her hair and take a deep inhale. It might come across as a little much for my first time round, no?
She extracted herself from me, and gestured to her husband. “This is Ian,” she said, as the man reached out to squeeze my hand. He was about the same height as me, and handsome in an intellectual kind of way- with a crop of messy black hair, square-rimmed glasses and a crumpled white shirt.
Lowering her voice, Paul added conspiratorially “We’ve tried to meet up with a few women before you, but we ended up getting stood up - it’s actually a relief to see that you were serious!”
“How could I turn down an invitation from such a gorgeous pair?” I smiled back, flirting on instinct. I realized that we were standing in the middle of the bar, visibly making googly eyes at each other, and decided we needed to head back somewhere a little more discreet.
“Shall we get a booth?” I ventured, gesturing to the leather-lined banquettes that filled the space behind me. “Wouldn’t want to be too conspicuous.”
Ian laughed, sliding his hand round Paula’s waist as we made our way over to the quieter seats. They had an easy, comfortable chemistry, the kind that every couple secretly strived for. And they made a good-looking pair, too, even better than in their pictures- Paula was petite and curvy, and I could already see a couple of the regulars glancing at her appreciatively across the bar. Back off, fellas, she’s mine, I thought before I had a chance to stop myself, and grinned at my possessiveness. Yeah, I was definitely into this chick.
Paula and I sat down while Ian set off in search of drinks. I caught her eye across the table, and we both laughed, clearly a little nervous.
“So…have you and Ian ever done this before?” I offered, trying to assuage the strange feeling that had come across me. It was that same first-date nervousness I got with guys, but it was odd feeling it directed at a woman. Especially considering the fact that her husband was just across the room.
She shook her head. “No. We’ve been talking about it for a long time, but it was never really anything other than just an idle fantasy. Then we put that ad up on Craigslist, and you responded, and it was just too perfect an opportunity to pass up, you know?”
“I do,” I nodded, sipping my wine. God, she was beautiful. It was hard to take my eyes off her. Her voice was so soft and so sweet, and it was all I could do not to lean across the table, take her head in my hands, and kiss her right there and then, but I decided that might be a little bit over the top considering the fact that we barely knew each other yet.
“So…you said that you were bi-curious?” She added shyly.
“Yeah, in the last year or so I’ve been noticing myself checking out women a lot more and…you know…kind of wondering what it would be like to be with a girl instead of a guy? I don’t know how to explain it, because it seems kind of weird to put it like that, but I’ve been straight my whole life and now I’m just trying to figure out if maybe I wasn’t entirely truthful with myself that whole time.” I rambled, not quite sure how to answer the question. I turned it on her. “What about you? Have you ever been with a woman?”
She nodded, biting her lip. “A couple of times. Ian and I lived a long way away when we were in college, and we sort of gave each other free rein to experiment with other people, and we did. I ended up hooking up with a couple of my sorority sisters.”
“Really?” My eyebrows vanished into my hairline.
“Yeah, I know it’s kind of a cliché, but there it is. I really enjoyed it, but I hadn’t really considered the possibility of being with a woman again once Ian and I were living together. Until now, obviously.” She shrugged, just as Ian returned with our drinks.
“So, what have you two been talking about?” He asked, sliding in next to his wife and throwing his arm around her. It wasn’t a possessive move, but rather an affectionate one, the sort of thing that made me want to tug his cheeks for being so gosh-darn cute.
“Oh, we were just chatting about girls.” Paula replied nonchalantly, taking a sip of her cocktail.
“Did you tell Melanie that you used to date your sorority sisters? And somehow you chose not to make millions off it as a porno?” Ian turned to me, grinning widely. Paula slapped him on the arm.
“Don’t be gross.”
“Sorry, sorry,” he pulled a guilty face at me, and I laughed. They had a wonderful, easy energy, and I knew my mind was made up. I wanted to be with them.
“So, I kin
d of want to skip by the niceties and ask what you guys were actually looking for here?” I asked, the wine making me brave. I figured it was best to get things out on the table now, as opposed to working through a bunch of confusion later on. They exchanged a glance before Paula replied.
“We’re not just looking for someone to hook up with, though that is obviously part of the deal. We were actually looking for someone else to bring into our relationship, if only just for a little bit- have you heard of polyamory?”
“Like getting married to a bunch of people?” I asked, my eyebrows raised.
“No, that’s polygamy. I mean like being in a relationship with more than one person at a time.” She replied, smiling warmly. So they wanted me to date them, not just have a threesome with them? The idea was shockingly new, and kind of surprising, but something about it sounded…right. As if a piece of my brain had clicked into place.
“If that’s not something you want, that’s okay too,” Ian quickly added. “We can figure something out.”
“No, no, it’s…” I thought for a minute, my mind going over what had just been offered. “So, it would be kind of like a three-way relationship? We would all be dating each other, but we’d be exclusive?”
“Yes, exactly,” Paula nodded, her green eyes boring into mine. “Obviously, if it doesn’t work out, we just split up and go our separate ways. Just like regular dating except there would be an extra person involved.”
“Huh.” I went over my options again, glancing at the pair sitting before me. So, I had the option of walking away, and having to go back on to the merry-go-round of sex with strangers and strings of bad dates, or I could satisfy the part of me that wants to hook up with multiple people and be in an actual relationship at the same time? The answer was obvious.
“Yeah. Yeah, I like that idea. A lot.” I nodded, my heart pounding even as the words came out of my mouth.
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