by Mia Wolf
I finished the last of Jordan’s beer and, as an afterthought, drank two of the small plastic glasses of water before wading onto the dance floor with Emily’s beer, uncertain as to whether she would get to lay claim to it.
Hands brushed over my stomach, shoulders, and back as I tried to make my way through the crowd. Women were reaching out with their touch, asking for me to dance with them. It was strange. Normally I would be enjoying all the attention, and it was an expected part of going out for me. But tonight, I just wasn’t into the idea of dancing with any of these girls. It wasn’t like they weren’t beautiful, or sexy, or the type I wouldn’t normally go for. They ticked all the boxes. But there was just something that was keeping my attention elsewhere.
The beer had mostly sloshed onto the floor by the time I found Jordan and Emily dancing together in the crowd. His hands were on her hips, and she was facing away from me, her arms in the air as she swayed, bounced, rocked, and flowed with the bumping club beat. She turned, her eyelashes lifted, her brown eyes meeting mine. She smiled, her face lighting up in that way that it did, and she waved me over.
I surprised myself when I felt my own face light up when her eyes met mine, and I started to dance my way toward her. I couldn’t understand where this excitement I was feeling was coming from. I put it down to feeling lonely sitting at that table by myself. But there was something else, I was sure of it. I thought that Jordan must have been feeling it too with how focused he was on Emily.
She leaped up and hugged me around the neck as I arrived, which I reciprocated with one hand. I pointed to the beer and offered it to her. There was no point in using words against the music. She shook her head with a small wave of her hand, gesturing that she didn’t want it. I made the same offer to Jordan, though he didn’t see it. His eyes were stuck to Emily.
I finished the drink and moved in closer, producing my own dance moves. I could see why Jordan was so focused on her. There was something electric about her body and the way she moved it. She danced for no one other than herself, letting us into her own little sphere of attention. She was having fun in a way that I didn’t know she knew to have fun. Emily had always been the height of responsibility, had been the one who, while we were out hunting, rough-housing, and swimming, thought of the practicalities and kept us in line so that safety was a priority. But the girl before me now was letting loose. She had relinquished her control on self-preservation, on the world around her, allowing herself the freedom of her wild inner side.
***
It was one in the morning by the time we got back to the hotel room. The lobby was quiet and empty, with the exception of the bored receptionist who played on her phone behind the desk.
“Thank god we’re inside,” Emily said as we burst through the heavy door leading from the street. She bent over and took off her shoes, putting her bare feet on the carpeted floor. “That is so much better. How do women wear these all the time?”
Jordan and I smirked, never having really considered the mechanics of how women wear what they wear, but rather just enjoyed the effort and lengths they go to look nice.
Carrying her shoes in one hand, and holding onto her dress as if it would give her added support, Emily winced with each step as we made our way across the lobby to the stairs, despite the freshly vacuumed carpet covering.
“Oo! Ow! Ow, ow, ow, ooowwww,” she whined.
“Come on, then,” Jordan said. “Up you go.” In one motion, he swept her up into his arms, before beginning his ascent up the master staircase in the center of the lobby. Emily laughed, putting her arms around his neck with her shoes hooked on one shoulder and dropping her purse.
I scooped down to retrieve it and followed them.
“You can put me down,” she protested half-heartedly. “I’m a big girl, you know. I can handle myself.”
“Don’t tell lies,” Jordan said, reaching the last step. “Which way are our rooms?”
“Left,” I directed.
“I knew that.”
Emily kicked her feet a little as she giggled, stretching her toes out.
“Here we are,” I said, stopping in front of our door behind the two. “This one’s ours.”
“I’m glad you were paying attention,” Jordan said, letting Emily slide down from his arms. His hand lingered on the small of her back, and his eyes wouldn’t budge from her.
I held my keycard in my hand but couldn’t look away from what I was seeing unfold. I reached out my hand to Emily, who took it, and drew her gently toward me. I couldn’t help myself. Before I knew what I was doing, my lips were on hers. A wave of excitement rippled through me. I drew back for a moment, testing to see that this was alright, that she was giving in to what I wanted, to what she wanted.
My eyes met her dark brown eyes briefly before she moved forward and kissed me again. I could feel Jordan’s presence as he moved toward her, running his hand along her waist to her front, letting her know he was there. An ache was pulsing in me, and with reluctance, I pulled my head away, letting Jordan arch his neck toward Emily to kiss her.
I fumbled with the keycard to open the door. I didn’t know where this was going, but I wanted to be prepared.
It was Emily who pushed through the door. Her hair fell over one eye as she stood just in the entryway of the room, her head tilted down and her eyes darting between the two of us. The smile on her face, I was almost certain, was the go-ahead.
In reading her look of permission, I wanted her.
At that moment, I realized it wasn’t just that we were caught up in the excitement of being in our old stomping ground or being moved by memories of our college days. I knew it wasn’t that Emily just happened to be here and wanting a good time like Jordan and me. It was that I actually wanted her.
I stepped into the room, holding open the heavy door for Jordan, who let it close behind him. I was in front of her in an instant, my hands sliding over her satin dress, feeling the curves of her hips. I moved past her, twirling her to keep her facing me as I sat on the bed. I urged her closer to me, feeling the roundness of her bum in my hands, resisting digging my fingers into her alluring flesh.
Wordless, she climbed on top of me with my prompt, a leg on either side of me, propping her just above my lap. She pressed her lips to mine, both of her hands on my face. I slid my hands down her legs and felt her thighs, strong and holding her up so she wasn’t quite sitting completely on me. But I wanted her weight. I wanted to know the fullness of her. I wanted her to give in to me, show her comfort. I wanted nothing in the world to matter to her except this experience.
Jordan moved behind her, brushing her long hair to the side, and began kissing her neck. She arched her back toward him, and her voice came out softly through her exhale of yearning. His hands moved down her sides, brushing the side of her breasts, down her ribs as his kisses followed down her spine.
As he unclasped her bra, I felt her breasts release against my chest. I wanted her to release control of her legs, to push down against me. I wanted to feel the heat of her passion against mine.
Cloth fell over my hands. Jordan had pushed the straps from her dress off her shoulders. It fell, revealing Emily. In her entirety. She pushed me backward onto the bed while she remained sitting up, removing her bra completely. She reached back to kiss Jordan, who met her, running his hands along her bare skin, over her breasts and cupping them. She maneuvered her legs downward, pushing her off me, off the bed, and into a standing position. The rest of her dress fell into a heap on the floor, which she kicked casually under the bed.
For a moment, her arms floated to cover her stomach and breasts as she stood almost completely exposed in her simple white panties. Her chin lifted slightly as she lowered her arms, a defiant act against concealing herself. I thought for a moment that she was silently saying, “This is me. Is this what you want?” Everything in me shrieked that I did, that I hungered for her, in every understanding of the word “want.” But I was speechless. I worried that words were noth
ing but clumsy things, that they would only disturb what was happening, what might be about to happen.
As if understanding our silence, perhaps reading the burning I was feeling for her, Emily turned to face Jordan, to posit the same unspoken question. He bit his bottom lip in response, and without hesitation, her fingers began working feverishly to unbutton his shirt from the bottom up. He shrugged his shirt off his shoulders, letting it fall to the floor, leaving his firm abdomen and dark-haired chest exposed.
I felt greedy. I wanted her attention. I wanted her, all of her. I was happy to share, but I needed to be touching her, pleasing her, anything so long as part of her mind was on me. I removed my own shirt and brushed my hand against the back of her leg while she felt Jordan’s chest, while he parted her lips with his tongue. I felt the lining of those simple white panties and followed them under her butt cheek and the warmth between her legs.
There, it was that sigh again, the little escape of voice that indicated her want. She shifted her weight, allowing her legs to spread, allowing me access. I brushed against her labia, feeling the parting in her lips, the wetness that was gathering, and ran my finger along the cotton fabric to where the indent ended. I tapped lightly. Her hips pushed back and toward me as she stood on her toes, granting me better access. I tapped harder and watched her body shudder with want. Jordan’s hands had run up her body, were cupping her breasts, squeezing her nipples between his thumb and the base of his index finger.
Emily’s hands went to Jordan’s belt buckle, undoing the clasp slowly, moaning as my finger slipped under her underwear, to the wet little bud begging to be caressed. I wanted to use my teeth to tear away the undergarment, wanted to feel her wetness completely cover my hand, my mouth, my Wolf.
The instinct was taking over. I wasn’t going to be able to control myself much longer. Not once I saw Jordan’s own Animal spring from his trousers in Emily’s hands, his head rolling back as her fingers danced up and down its long shaft playfully.
I hooked my finger across her panties and pulled her back to me, hungry for some part of me—any part of me to be inside of her. I spun her around, knowing right then that I needed to taste her, to know if she was as sweet and earthy as her personality.
I kissed her stomach, pulling her panties down. I planted a kiss further down, the next one landing on her au natural fur patch, sleek and narrow, the hair flowing toward the middle like two waves crashing. Holding her body in place to move with me, I leaned back. She kneeled on the bed over me. I looked up at her as she looked down at me. And I could see all of her from a wonderful vantage point—her angular chin, her breasts that were like two grapefruits with two of the most beautiful dark and perky nipples I had ever seen. Her stomach was smooth but cushioned for her future family, giving way to the dessert upon which I was about to indulge.
I lifted my head and ran my tongue between her lips. She gasped, her body quivering slightly. Jordan appeared in my sight as I flicked at her clit, feeling her excitement gather against my chin. She let out a moan, clear and distinct. She wasn’t one of those girls who breathed her orgasm; she wasn’t one who let it loose in little whispered pitches that got higher and higher. No, she wanted me to know her pleasure. Her voice started deep within her and rode her ecstasy to my name on her lips.
I never faltered my rhythm, not even when the sound of my name came crashing down on me as she teased her opening over my chin, when I felt the faint pulses of it just below my bottom lip on my face, not when I felt her dripping down my cheek.
I looked up to see Emily leaning forward, her tongue snaking out of her mouth to lick at the head of Jordan’s cock. I watched as she skillfully wound her tongue around the tip, licking gently at the shaft. I kept watching, pushing my thumb into her pussy, withdrawing a moan from her as she plunged my friend’s cock into her mouth.
I reached for my own trousers and undid the button and zip. With one hand holding myself and the other one massaging Emily’s inner walls, I continued to suck at her clit, gently, kissing and licking, wanting her to experience my own want. I switched hands, and covered the head of my penis with her juices, knowing there was nothing more in the world that I wanted than to be inside her. I wasn’t going to be able to hold out much longer.
Except …
Except I hadn’t thought to bring condoms. It never really occurred to me that I’d be in this situation with anyone here. Sure, I might have fun with a girl from the club, but there are condom dispensers for that, and I always knew if I was about to get lucky with someone I’d met out dancing. I didn’t visit the dispenser in the bathroom because I didn’t think that I was going to have Emily riding my face at the end of the night.
That thought nearly sent me over the edge. As if reading my mind, she was beginning to shake again, her moans being absorbed by Jordan’s penis in her mouth as she approached another orgasm. Jordan fell out of her mouth as she pulled away, panting my name as she came down from the climax.
I pushed her hips up and moved out from under her. I needed to calm myself down. I needed her.
I got up from the bed, and as I did, Emily turned to face me. Jordan already had a condom in his hand, open and at the ready. I gave him a pleading look for one for myself.
“I’ve only got the one,” he said apologetically.
Now completely naked, I approached Emily over the bed. She kissed my chin, then reached her tongue out to taste herself on my face, tracing her tongue over my lips and into my mouth. She kissed me hungrily before her teeth bit down on my lip, firm enough to let me know the lust in her, but light enough so as not to cause injury.
Jordan pulled her back toward him, and, with her hands on my hips, she brought me with. Jordan sank to the floor, holding onto Emily. I sat at the edge of the bed with her hand at my base, moving up and down, twisting and turning in a loose, teasing grip. She straddled him while facing me. I could see his jacketed penis riding against her clit, while her hips moved against it.
But then, it was my turn. As Emily raised herself and Jordan positioned himself under her, she took the tip of my cock in her mouth and began sucking at it, warm and moist. Jordan pushed her down onto him, and her moan, the deep belly moan, came out louder, sending vibrations all through me. I wanted to push myself deeper into her mouth, feel myself against the back of her throat. Shaking, I restrained. As she moved herself up and down Jordan, moving her body to his rhythm, feeling her own rhythm, she ran her tongue against my shaft, massaging, caressing, sucking, wrapping it in the heat of her mouth.
Her intensity was increasing as saliva was pooling in her mouth, creating more lubrication between her lips, more heat for my wanting piece. I held onto her hair, my arousal only increasing as my hand bobbed up and down with her moaning head.
“Baby, I’m not going to last much longer,” I warned.
As if by giving permission, she increased her speed, increased the tightness of her lips around my shaft. The growing tingle of my gathering climax was about to erupt as Jordan started pounding against her harder, and her voice began to raise again. With a final push, Jordan finished, growling his orgasm into her and eliciting a final moan from Emily, and my own orgasm filled her mouth.
Breathing heavily from her nose, her tongue continued to lick greedily at my slowly retreating member. With ease, she let my penis slip from her mouth, raising herself from Jordan, and retreated to the bathroom. The sound of running water came from the open room, and Emily returned, flopping on the bed next to me.
“So, that’s what happens when you go clubbing?” Emily asked.
“Apparently, that’s what happens when you go clubbing,” I said, wrapping my arm around her.
I kissed her shoulder and listened to her breathing as she tried to slow her breath. I had never experienced anything like that before. And with Emily, of all people.
***
I woke up to a gray San Francisco morning. I could see the white of the morning fog glowing through the curtains. There was something comforting abo
ut the familiarity of the city morning.
As the cobwebs cleared from my brain, I realized that I wasn’t alone. For a moment, I couldn’t remember who was in my bed, wondered who I’d taken home from the club.
Then I remembered.
I’d taken Emily home from the club.
But she wasn’t the only one in my bed. Somehow Jordan had found his way into the full-size bed as well. Yet, this didn’t bother me. Emily was tucked between the two of us, facing me, with Jordan acting as big spoon.
There was something so beautifully peaceful about watching her. I never realized how beautifully dark her eyelashes were, how perfect her lips were, or how pleasing the shape of her face was. I never realized how much of an attractive woman she actually was.
I wondered if I should get up, if I should make coffee. I thought about what college Max would do, then nixed any idea that he might have done. He would have done everything he could to get the girl out of his bed so he and Jordan could make the walk to Divisadero and Hayes for coffee. College Max also wouldn’t have woken up with Jordan in his bed.
But I didn’t want Emily out of my bed. I didn’t even know that I wanted my friend out of bed. There was something comfortable about this. There was something that seemed fitting. I thought maybe it was the comfort of having friends who had been close since childhood together. We had had countless sleepovers when we were cubs, after all.
Jordan began to stir. He stretched, which woke Emily. She nestled into the pillow for a moment, peaceful and happy. Then she froze. She opened her eyes and saw me. I smiled at her.
“Good morning,” I said softly.
Emily lifted her head and looked back at Jordan before sitting bolt upright, taking the covers with her, exposing our naked bodies.
“Um, good morning,” she said, her hand moving to her head like she was trying to remember where she had put her keys. Her eyes were scanning the room, looking for something.
