“There, all done!” Charlotte smiled down at me, her gorgeous brown eyes scanning my face as I grabbed the hand mirror sitting on her makeup station and inspected her handiwork.There she is. I couldn’t hide my smile as I saw her- me- once again. Charlotte’s makeup skills were top notch, somehow hiding all of the masculine aspects of my face behind concealer and contouring while accentuating the feminine features. This time, though, she’d gone a little bit further. She had decred that my fiery red hair was now long enough that she could style it and forgo the usual wig.
She had been right, as well. It was still a little on the shorter side, but she had managed to add curls and style it in a way that I actually kind of adored. She had even given me the illusion of having bangs.
"Welcome back, Ellie!" My girlfriend chirped cheerfully as she started packing away the mess of tubes and vials she had made on the desk. “Ready to go?”
My heart clenched as a cold jolt of anxiety hit me.
“I’m not sure this is a good idea.” Sure, being a girl had been fine around the house and with Charlotte in the bedroom, but going out in public like this? It felt like a bad idea.
“Well, you shouldn’t have lost the bet, then.” Charlotte giggled, grabbing my hand and pulling me to my feet.
“Bets made while drunk and high shouldn’t count.” I muttered as I watched Charlotte dance out of the room, her waist length chestnut hair flowing behind her.
I sighed as I walked over to the opposite side of the room, peeking at the full height mirror bolted to the wall.
Charlotte had picked out a favourite of hers for me this evening. A short, bck dress that hugged my body in a way that accentuated my natural hourgss figure. Well, not completely natural. The breasts were falsies, but the hips were all me. Yes, I’m aware of how rare these hips are on men, and yes they are my favourite part of my otherwise unexceptional body.
I’d also paired the dress with some fishnet stockings and doc martens. Because if I had to go out looking like this, I might as well be able to walk.
“The taxi is going to be here in ten!” Charlotte’s buttery voice sang out from the kitchen.
“Where are we going, anyway?” I shouted back, grabbing my handbag and phone from their resting pce on Charlotte’s bed. Just like every other time my girlfriend had dressed me up as a girl, I opened the camera app and took a selfie. Then I took a dozen more selfies, in various poses.
“We’re going to The Bop.”“A nightclub?!?” I excimed, running out into the kitchen and gring at her. “I thought we were going to go for a walk, or watch a movie, or do anything other than dance with a horde of complete strangers!”
This isn’t what I signed up for! Granted I didn’t sign up for this at all, but still.
“It’s a queer nightclub!” Charlotte ughed as she grabbed a bottle of cheap gin and started distributing it into a pair of shot gsses. “And not complete strangers. David’s meeting us there!”
My heart skipped a beat at the thought of David on the dance floor, blonde hair slick with sweat as he brushed up against me, firm arms pulling me in as I took in his scent-
“Here, drink this.” Charlotte brought me out of my fantasy by handing me a shot gss full of foul smelling liquid. “We gotta pregame.”
“Babe, you know I hate vodka.” I protested weakly, gring down at the little gss.
“Well we don’t have time to drink five ciders each, and you probably don’t want to do this sober.”
“Can’t I just buy drinks at the bar?”“Sure, at twenty dolrs a shot.” Charlotte downed hers without flinching. Why did I love this woman again? “Whew!”
Fine. I raised the gss to my mouth and tipped it back, trying not to gag as the taste of rancid petrol hit my tongue. I swallowed and gasped for air, hoping that I wasn’t going to vomit.
“Great job, Ellie!” She smiled at me, and I couldn’t help but smile back. Gods she was so fucking beautiful, standing there in her orange blouse and mini skirt. The heels she was wearing actually made her slightly taller than I am, which somehow made her even hotter.
“We need to get something other than lighter fluid to pregame with, next time.” I giggled.
“Use some of David’s whiskey then.” She gestured over to the three shelved liquor cabinet in the corner. My shelf was mostly filled with wine and cider bottles, Charlotte’s with cheap spirits and Vodka Cruisers, and David’s with top shelf scotch and whiskey.
“Yeah, nah. Guy would kill me if I took shots out of his five hundred dolr bottles.”
“He would not. David loves you.”
My heart leapt again at the thought, and I felt my cheeks redden just a little. Granted, I knew that David loved me. We were best friends, after all. But still, that kind of love wasn’t what I wanted from him. I wanted more.
“Oh my god, your face is on fire. You are down so bad.” Charlotte ughed as she wrapped her slim arm around my waist, pulling me towards her. “Just fuck him already.”
I wanted to, but I couldn’t. The Rule stopped me. Rule Number One, that is.
Don’t fuck your partner's other partner.
“It’s not that simp-” I started, but the words died in my mouth as Charlotte pressed her apple fvoured lips to mine. I returned the kiss hungrily, pressing my tongue into her mouth as I let her taste wash over me, pulling me into her like a tide retreating from the beach.
I was just starting to get lost in the moment when I felt that all too familiar hardening between my legs, making me pull away from my girlfriend’s wonderful embrace.
“You’re gonna ruin my makeup.” I said, smirking at her. “And my tuck.”
“Can’t have that now, can we?” She replied, turning to refill the shot gsses. “At least, not yet.”
“Not yet.” I giggled, grabbing the full gss and downing it. I winced as the vile liquid slid down my throat, fighting the wave of nausea that came with it.
“Good girl.” Charlotte grinned at me as she tipped her head back and drank her own shot in a single, swift motion.
I tried to hide the wave of warmth that hit me alongside those words. Thankfully, the moment was interrupted by the honking of a car horn.“Taxi!” My gorgeous partner shouted. “Let’s gooo!” She grabbed my hand and led me through the hallway and out the front door, into the warm Brisbane evening. A wave of anxiety hit me. Ellie had never left the house before. Hell, she had rarely left one of our bedrooms. Now she was traipsing out into the night, to throw herself into some stranger’s car?
“I don’t know if this is a good idea!” I said once again, hoping Charlotte would notice my plea as she pulled me towards the taxi waiting in the driveway. My hopes were in vain, though, as she either didn’t hear or wilfully ignored me as she practically pushed me into the back seat of the car.
“Where to? The driver asked. I noticed his gaze in the rear vision mirror, gncing over Charlotte and resting on me, eyes narrowing as they did. Oh fuck, he knows.
“The Bop!” My unworried lover replied enthusiastically.
The driver set off without saying anything.
My girlfriend giggled and snapped selfies of us both as the car weaved its way into the heart of the city, with me trying to hide in the corner in hopes that the driver would pay more attention to the road than to us.
“We’re here.” The driver eventually said, pulling up outside of the blue painted building, pride fgs hanging freely from the awnings. “Have a nice night, dies.”
I started to giggle as I exited the car. Did I fool him, or was he just humouring me? I decided that it didn’t matter. He called me a dy.
We approached the bouncer, who nodded and let us in without issue. That was strange, he normally asked for ID from me. Perks of being a girl?
Walking inside, we were immediately assaulted by the typical club house music, turned up to the lovely volume of will-absolutely-cause-hearing-damage.“He’s in the beer garden!” Charlotte shouted over the ear bleeding techno beat.
The anxiety was back. David had never seen me like this. Nobody but Charlotte had ever seen me like this! My head swivelled, looking at the other clubbers. This was a queer nightclub, so I certainly wasn’t out of pce. There were crossdressers, drag queens and trans people everywhere, and those were only the ones that were obvious to me. This was a safe space. At least, that’s what I kept telling my thumping heart as my girlfriend pulled me though the dancing crowd, out through the arch at the back end of the floor.
We entered the rge courtyard and started to look around, hoping to spot David. It took me a moment, but I eventually made out his signature blonde curls, sitting at a table, nursing a beer and chatting with two women that were standing over him. A hit of jealously blindsided me as my eyes scanned the women.
If Charlotte was as bothered by these floozies as I was, she didn’t show it. Instead she marched right over to David and sat on his p.
“Hey there.” She said, batting her eyeshes. I stood there awkwardly, as I always do when they both get kissy.
“Gd to see you finally made it, gorgeous.” David purred, kissing her the same way I wanted him to kiss me. Passionately and with a lot of tongue.
Eventually he came up for air, and turned his attention to me. “Why hello there.” His vice was low and sultry. “You must be the hot friend my wife has told me so much about.”
The swarm of butterflies in my stomach awoke, fluttering around as a grin erupted on my face. He called me hot. “David, you know it’s me, right? I’m-”
“Ellie?” David fshed his pearly whites as he winked at me.
I giggled as I sat next to them both. Charlotte leaned over and grabbed me, pulling my lips to hers once again. The sensation of the woman I loved kissing me was thrilling enough on its own, but she had the taste of the man I was in love with still on her tongue as well. That set my heart alight, and it made me press into her more.
“Damn, that’s hot.” I heard David ugh as I broke away from Charlotte’s lips. “You should kiss girls in front of me more often.”
Charlotte pyfully punched him in arm as she stood up off of his p. “Pig.” She smiled. “I’m gonna get us some drinks.”
“Cool, can you get me-”
“Hard cider for you.” She pointed to me. “And an old fashioned.” She pointed to David. “I know my partners.” She danced off before either of us had a chance to confirm that she’d gotten our orders right.
I looked around. The two women that David had been chatting to were gone. I hadn’t noticed them leave, but I had been a bit preoccupied. The beer garden was full of colourful people, from shirtless twinks to towering drag queens. It was a safe haven for every colour on the spectrum, and most of the colours that weren’t.
For some reason, that made me feel even more self conscious about my appearance. As if I was some sort of imposter, infiltrating the club and taking space away from the real queers.
I felt an arm warp around my shoulder and pull me towards David. He’d done this a lot in the past, pulling me in for cuddles while we were watching a movie or sitting next to each other on a train. The man was very physically affectionate. Normally, I would pull away, refusing his touch, refusing to let myself get close enough to him. Refusing to break the rule.
But tonight, either because of the alcohol that was starting to give me that familiar, pleasant dizziness, or because I was Ellie, not him, I let David pull me in.
“How are you doing?” He asked softly as I nuzzled into his shoulder, taking care not to smear my makeup on his white button down work shirt. I breathed in, taking in the subtle scent of the cologne he had put on before work that morning.
“I’m not sure.” I admitted. “This is a lot.”
“Well, you’re doing great, and you look amazing.”
A looked up at him, trying my best to pout. “Really?”
He beamed down at me, his hazel eyes boring into mine, making my ears heat up. “Fuck yes. I wish you would have let me see you like this months ago. You’re beautiful.”
A lump in my throat started forming, threatening to turn into tears. I tried to gulp it down.
“Well, I, uh.” I started, taking a deep breath. “I don’t normally take my fetishes outside of the bedroom.”
David raised an eyebrow. “Is that what this is?”
I gulped, looking over to a group of trans women that were chatting and drinking while sitting at the table opposite of us. That was the question of the hour, the day, the year, my goddamn life, wasn’t it?
Every time I’d been Ellie in the past, it had followed a predictable pattern. We would wait for a night where Charlotte and I had the house to ourselves- Either David was working te, out on a date or doing one of his many hobbies- and then she would dress me up. We’d spend the evening together just doing couple shit, cooking dinner and watching a movie, and then we would have the best sex I’ve ever had. We would fuck like two women, and nothing I’d ever done before could hold a candle to how good it was. That was a high bar, too. Not to brag, but I’m very experienced when it comes to bedroom- and other venue- activities.
That’s why I wanted to put this in the rather crowded “Just another fetish” column of my personality. I’d done that before tonight, before Charlotte had hatched a scheme to get Ellie outside of the house, whether I liked it or not.
But now that I was out here, it felt different. The joy I felt when that taxi driver called me a girl or the bouncer let me enter without ID… It wasn’t sexual. Not at all.
“Maybe not. I don’t know.” I replied truthfully. “I need to experiment more.”
“Need an assistant, professor?” David chuckled, using his strong arm to pull me into him just a little further.
My eyes dipped to his lips. “Well, if you’re offering…” The words came out far more breathy than I intended.
That was the exact moment that Charlotte reappeared, setting down a bottle, a scotch gss and two shot gsses on the table. I have no idea how she had managed to carry all of that without spilling anything. She’d worked as a waitress before I met her, so maybe she had some sort of secret special waitress training.
“Drink up, lovelies!” She said, grabbing the first gss and downing it with ease.
“How many of those-” David started. I had the same concern.
“We each had two before we left.” I said as both of us pced our hands on top of the remaining shot gss. I tried not to think about the sensation of his rough, calloused hand on my petite and soft fingers. How were his hands rougher than mine, anyway? I’m the one that actually had an outdoors job.
“Honey,” David started, as Charlotte hit us both with her signature pout-gre. “We know you’re an adult and we’re not telling you to do anything-”
“-But you having a fourth shot will y you ft. If you drink that, you’ll be barfing in the toilet in half an hour.” I finished for him. Charlotte was normally very responsible, but she had a habit of forgetting that alcohol took time to properly kick in, which led to her over-drinking, and us spending the night nursing her.
“Not it, by the way.” David said, casually absconding from the responsibility of babysitting his drunken wife for the evening. I gred at him. “What? I can’t follow her into the dies to hold her hair out of her face!”
“The bathrooms here all all gender neutral, jerk.” I pyfully spped his arm.
“Sheesh, you would think having two boyfriends would mean extra care, instead of them just fighting- Oh fuck, Ellie, I’m sorry!” I had tried to hide the wince when she said ’boyfriends’, but I had apparently failed.
It wasn’t the first time she had misgendered me while I was Ellie, and it shouldn’t be a big deal. Mistakes happen, after all, and she normally did refer to me as her boyfriend, so it could be hard to code switch like that for an evening. I understood.So why did it hurt so damn much?“Okay, you’re both right. No more booze.” Charlotte said, waving at the gsses as David reached over and cimed his drink. The arm that was still wrapped around me gave a reassuring squeeze as I grabbed the bottle of cider and started gulping it down.
“Yeah, you got us both wrong. It’s girlfriend, and HUSBAND.” David smirked as he sipped the old fashioned.
My frown deepened. That didn’t feel great to hear either, but in a different way. Husband was a higher tier of importance than girlfriend was, after all. Just a small reminder that I was the third. That if push came to shove, I was the odd one out.
“Somebody take that away before I change my mind.” Charlotte wobbled as she sat down next to me. I gnced at the remaining shot, and then I reached over. Screw it, I needed to dull my feelings a little bit more.
“Wait, Ellie, that might not be-” Too te, David. I tipped the gss up and poured the clear liquid down my throat. This stuff was slightly nicer than the shit we had at home, but my god it still burned.
“That’s it, you’re cut off as well.” David sighed as he took my half empty bottle of cider away. “Have either of you eaten anything since lunch?”We both shook our heads, which made the courtyard start to spin. “Lovely.” David sounded unimpressed, so I pressed into him a little more and smiled up at him. Charlotte giggled and leaned her warm body against me.
David rolled his eyes, the ghost of a grin forming on his lips. “You’re lucky I love you both.”
That made me start giggling again. “I’m gonna go dance.” I heard Charlotte say. I grabbed her hand, silently asking her to stay, but I refrained from gripping it tightly enough to stop her from pulling it away. “You two have fun.”
And then she wobbled away, leaving me alone in David’s arms.
“Well, Charlotte has heard the siren’s call and jumped ship.” David excimed, sipping his drink. Our eyes met as he looked down at me, then they darted to my lips. “What shall we do with ourselves?” My face caught fire, and I leapt away from him. I grabbed the confiscated cider bottle and gulped the remainder down, trying to ignore the smirk on David’s stupid handsome face. “Now what made you do that?” David said, his voice low as he leaned towards me.
“We should go dancing with Charlotte.” I said quickly. Too quickly.
David responded by finishing his drink and grabbing my hand as he stood up. The motion pulled me to my feet as well, which were far less steady than they were just ten minutes ago.
Then, we were walking through the beer garden. Or, more accurately, David was pulling me. We weaved around the crowd of people, trying our best not to inhale the second hand smoke from those with cigarettes, as we entered the building once again. The music was ear splitting. I never understood why it had to be so fucking loud! I had to shout in my head just to hear myself think, it was so loud!
I scanned the dancefloor. It wasn’t hard to spot Charlotte, she was one of the taller people there, and that was before the heels she was wearing added a few inches. She was twisting and turning like a pro, completely engrossed in the music, and in the women that surrounded her.
Another hit of jealousy washed over me. David must have anticipated it would, because his grip tightened as he led us away from her, pulling us to a spot on the other side of the floor.
He pulled me in, wrapping his arms around my lower back once again. I responded my wrapping mine around his neck. We stood that way, swaying together for a few moments. Swaying with the music or from the alcohol, I didn’t know. I was too busy getting lost in those deep eyes of his.
The song changed to something that was somehow even more energetic than the st piece, and David broke his hold on me, stepping away without ceasing eye contact. Then he grinned as he started to dance.
David always was an absolutely terrible dancer, and tonight was no exception. He stood there, feet firmly pnted on the floor as he shook his hands around. It resembled a complex seizure more than it did a dance, and it was absolutely fucking adorable.
I started to dance as well, letting myself get lost in the beat of the music, the alcohol making my body feel amazing to move, as if I was floating through the air. I stole a gnce back in the direction of our wayward girlfriend, and came crashing back to earth when I saw her lips locked with some strangers.
I felt anger and jealousy surge through me, followed by a chaser of guilt. We were polyamorous, and kissing strangers was well within the boundaries of our retionship. I’d done it before, and she hadn’t cared. Why did it make me so upset to see her doing that?
David’s hand came out of nowhere, cupping my cheek and gently pulling my gaze away from Charlotte. I turned to look at him.
‘Eyes on me’ He mouthed, not even bothering to try shouting over the music.
I nodded, his hand still cupping my cheek, and started to dance again, losing myself to the booze and beat as I jumped alongside David. I kept my eyes locked on his, nothing existing but me and this sweaty, blonde, ft footed hunk. His eyes averted for a moment, looking over to somebody besides us. He grinned, and with a hand he pushed me to the side, over to another woman that had approached us. I stood there frozen for a second as my drunken brain tried to piece together what had just happened. The woman David had handed me off to grinned at me, the red highlights in her jet bck pixie cut glowing in the club’s bcklights.
We started to dance together, slowly at first, then more energetically as we both gained inertia, eventually closing the distance, dancing close enough that our bodies would occasionally brush together. She was the same height as me, maybe slightly shorter considering she had heels on and I was wearing ft boots. I gnced down, noticing the cleavage poking out from under her half buttoned red fnnel, a little silver neckce with a pendant of intertwined Venus symbols resting right above the valley.
Her hand reached out, a single finger under my chin pulling my eyes back up to hers. I felt my face redden at the realisation that she had caught me staring at her tits.
She was pressed against me now, her eyes staring at my lips. I leaned in to her, and she took that as consent to close the distance.
Her lips were softer than Charlotte’s, and they tasted of beer. She pressed her tongue in- Oh, she had a tongue piercing, that was different- and began to explore my mouth hungrily as she grabbed my ass. I returned the favour by slipping a hand over her own- wow, that’s firm, she must do a lot of squats- and pulled her against me.
We eventually broke contact, her pulling away while smiling at me seductively, an invitation to follow her somewhere more secluded. The sickening feeling of what I had just done hit me like a fist to the stomach.
I’d deceived this lesbian into thinking that I was a woman. That must have been one of the most disgusting acts I had ever committed, which was an achievement in and of itself, considering my past.
I averted my eyes and turned away from her, trying to ignore the shame coursing through my soul.
The shame was short lived, at least, as it was quickly repced by an all too familiar burning jealousy.
David was wrapped up with a shirtless twink, both of them beaming at each other as their hands inspected the other’s chest.
No, no that wouldn’t do at all. He was supposed to be dancing with me.
I marched up and grabbed his hand, making him jump as he looked over at me, eyes scanning for signs of whatever the emergency was. He raised his eyebrow in question, and I gred at him and tugged his hand.
He must have figured out why I was interrupting him and his little boytoy, though, as he rolled his eyes and turned back to the stranger. I responded by tugging on his arm harder.
He turned back and gave me his best ‘What is your problem’ look. I just gred at him, which made him stare at me with an intensity that I have never seen from him before. The gaze darted to my lips for a second, and I knew what he was telling me. If I didn’t want him kissing other people, then I had to fill his need myself.
Every part of me screamed that it was a bad idea. Follow the rule. Don’t kiss him. The rule, born from the lessons learned after past mistakes, exists for a fucking reason. Don’t make those mistakes again, don’t destroy the amazing thing you already have just because you love him.
His eyes darted back up to mine, a bead of sweat sliding down his forehead as he stepped towards me. Then, my body moved on its own, reaching out and grabbing a fistful of hair on the back of his head and using it to pull him to me.
Five years I’d known this man. We shared a house, we shared a woman, we shared practically everything. He was such a rge part of my life.
The moment his lips met mine, I knew he was my entire life.
I could taste the drink, feel his stubble. I normally hated stubble while kissing, but on him the sting it left on my lips felt amazing. Five years. I pressed my tongue into his mouth, exploring every millimetre of it. I could feel the tooth filling he got a year ago; He was terrified of dentists, so I’d taken him and held his hand during the procedure. I could feel the cut on his tongue that he’d gotten while eating a corn chip he’d stolen off of my pte yesterday. I could feel him, my best friend, one of the two people that meant the most to me in this world. He tasted like all of my hopes, all of my dreams. He tasted of the future I desperately wanted with him. With them both.
The chorus of screams in my head, the ones telling me that this was an absolutely terrible idea, grew to the point that it drowned out the music and alcohol. I broke away in horror. I’d broken the rule. I’d managed to control myself for five fucking years, and now I’d broken it.
There was no going back now. I’d fucked it all up. It was all over. David and Charlotte would realise that there wasn’t room for a third, just like the others did. They would kick me to the street, ghosting me, leaving me to pick up the pieces of my life once again, only to spend te night combing through their instagrams alone-
“ELLIE!” David’s shout pierced through me, rocking me out of my trance. We were outside, on the street now. Actually, we were a ways up the street, the thumping of the music emanating from the club now distant.
“How did we…?” I started, but I stopped as David ran up and pulled me into a tight hug. I didn’t know if it was meant to comfort me or stop me from running off again. Probably both.
“Are you okay?” He whispered to me, his hot breath on my ear sending a shiver down my spine.
“I’m so sorry.” I whispered back.
“Don’t be sorry. I wanted that kiss just as much as you.”
“But… But… I wasn’t supposed to do that!” I gasped at him, tears flowing freely.
“That was your rule, not mine.” He whispered back. “And I’ve always thought it was a silly one.”
That made me angry. Silly? “It’s not fucking silly!” I shouted, shoving myself away from him.
He just tilted his head, asking me to expin.
“You see this?” I said, grabbing his left hand and pointing to the ring on his third finger. “This is something I can never have, with either of you. A symbol that I’ll always come second to Charlotte!”
David flinched at my words, but I pressed forward.“And that’s fine! I’ve accepted it. If something happens and you both... I just lose Charlotte. That would be devastating but survivable. But you both? I can’t do that. I can’t risk that.”
“Ellie…” David sighed, shaking his head. His eyes were getting glossy.
“What? What are you going to tell me? We would never do that to you? We’re better than that? I’ve heard it all before, David!”
David closed his eyes, and I saw the tear that had been welling in his eyes escape and slip down his perfect cheek.
He knew my past. He knew that I’d been given those ptitudes before, by another couple. He knew that they had accepted me into their retionship with open arms, treating me amazingly for three years, letting me move in with them when my ndlord had sold my apartment out from under me. They had whispered those empty promises to me, telling me that I was just as important to them as they were to each other, that nothing would ever tear us apart.
Then, one summer morning, they sat me down and told me that she was pregnant. That they were turning my room into a nursery. That I had a week to pack my shit and leave.
Then, they ghosted me. I’d asked to stay in their lives, to stay friends, but they shut me out. They hadn’t been able to conceive before I’d come along, and they weren’t going to miss out on the opportunity to be a normal family. When I asked for a paternity test just in case, they insisted that the baby was his, before threatening me if I ever tried to contact them again.
David knew all of this. He’d listened to my midnight rants. He’d held me as I ugly cried into his chest after, in a moment of weakness, I’d checked her social media to find picture of a bouncing baby girl with my eyes and nose.
He knew what was at stake.
“There’s nothing I can do or say that will convince you.” His voice was strained as he admitted the harsh truth. “We’ve already done everything we can. We sold our house and bought a new one you liked, with your share of the downpayment, in the hopes that having all three of us on the mortgage and deed would show that we were committed. We got a joint account for the three of us for the same reason.”
I smiled. Us buying the house together was one of my favourite memories, and yes part of me had done it because it did lock them to me a little.
“But I know that your trauma is never going to let you get truly comfortable with this situation. I know that, no matter how often we tell you that, rings be damned, you matter as much to me as Charlotte does, you will never believe me. So I’m going to ask you a different question. What does it fucking matter?”
I blinked at him in confusion.
“What does it matter that we’ve kissed now? We were already in love, and living together, and best friends. My family loves you, they love when we visit them, and on the phone they actually ask about you before they ask about Charlotte. You and Charlotte alternate being my plus one to parties and weddings, for fucks sake. What changes if we do this?” He stepped toward me and grabbed me hands, intertwining our fingers. “We start kissing and fucking? We’re already practically a couple.”
“David, I-”
“I don’t see how you’re not already fully committed to me as much as Charlotte. If you want to keep up this ptonic charade until one of us dies, then fine. It would suck, but I’ll respect it. But I don’t see what risk us actually being together adds.”
He was right, wasn’t he? All this time, I had followed the letter of The Rule, but not the spirit. I’d let myself fall into a retionship with him without even realising it. I’d thought we were just close friends, and that’s what we were physically. But emotionally, we were already together, and had been for a long time.
A sob escaped me as the weight of those wasted years pressed down. I leaned into him, burying my face into his chest as I started bawling.
I stayed there, snuggled into his muscur chest, for what felt like hours. Eventually my sobs subsided, and I pushed myself away.
Then, I pulled him back to me.This kiss felt better than the first. It felt like the weight of the world had been lifted, that all of my frustrations over the past half decade had dissolved. It felt like gratification for all those dreams of him that I’d suffered through over the years.
“I love you.” I said as I came up for air, before he pulled me back to him. It was his turn to explore my mouth with his tongue. He was gentle at first, nearly chaste, as if neither of us were veteran sluts. Then he turned the hunger on, pressing into me with a ferocity that I’d only ever fantasised about during the long lonely nights I didn’t have company in my bed.
I felt his hand pull my dress up and cup my ass. I slipped my hand up his ruined shirt, letting my fingers drag across his sweaty abs. I needed him, I needed all of him.
But not here.
We broke away from each other, both gasping for air. “I love you too.” He panted, grinning like he’d just won the lottery.
“I’d ask if you wanted to go back in, but your makeup…”
Yeah, I knew. Half of it was on his shirt, and the other half probably didn’t look great.
“I think it’s time we finished up, anyway.”
David nodded as we started to head back towards the club. “Should I go grab Charlotte, and then head home?”
“I think that would be best.” I hesitated. “I’m not sure I can go back in there at the moment…”
“Stay right here, I’ll go get her.” We stopped right outside of the club, in view of the bouncer. Then he turned to enter. “I’ll be right back, I promise.” He said, before he left.“I know. I trust you.” I smiled in reply.
I stood there for about five minutes, watching people enter and exit. The lesbian I had made out with before walked out of the building, a little blonde woman in tow, and hailed a cab. She gnced over at me and did a double take once she noticed it was me. I expected her to clock me, now that my makeup was likely screwed and the rest of me askew, but she didn’t look angry. She looked concerned. I just smiled at her and waved her off as her companion pulled her into the waiting taxi. I hoped she would have fun, wherever they were going.
“Okay, I don’t understand why we gotta go so early though.” Charlotte’s disappointed voice echoed through the night as she walked through the doorway with David in hand. “Can we at least get some kebabs or maccas on the way- OH MY GOD.”
She screamed and ran towards me, armingly fast considering she was still wearing heels. “Ellie! Ellie are you okay? What happened?”I did my best to smile. “I’m okay! It’s okay.”
“Do I need to kill a bitch? Who did this to you?”
“Nobody! I’m good.”
Charlotte squinted at me. I could practically hear the drunken gears in her head turning, as her eyes flowed from my face to the mess on David’s shirt. “Spill the beans, hubby.” She demanded.
“We talked.” David shrugged. “Hashed a few things out. It got a little emotional, but things went well.”
“How well are we talking?” Charlotte asked, squinting even harder now.
“Watch this.” I said, as I grabbed David’s colr and pulled him into a kiss.
The kiss was still amazing, but undercut slightly by the incredibly loud squeal of delight that was currently forcing its way out of our mutual partner’s mouth.
“FINALLY! FINALLY YES. OH MY GOD I AM SO HAPPY FOR YOU BOTH, EEEEE!”
The bouncer was looking at us now, along with pretty much everyone else within earshot. Which was essentially everyone within a few kilometres.
“Let’s get her in a cab before someone calls the cops.” I said. David nodded and walked over to hail one.
The ride home was uneventful. Well, apart from Charlotte jabbering like an idiot about how excited she was that we’d finally kissed. David sat in the front seat, smiling back at us as I held her.
We burst in through the front door, switching on the lights as Charlotte and David colpsed on the couch, kicking off their shoes as they did. It normally annoyed me when they left discarded shoes just ying on the floor, but not tonight.
“I need to go get all this off.” I said, gesturing to my face. Charlotte gave me a tired thumbs up, her eyes already closed. David stood himself up and muttered something about using the other bathroom.
I stumbled into the main bathroom and grabbed the makeup remover. Then I washed my face, put on my moisturiser, brushed my teeth. My nightly routine. I took my boots and fishnets off, then I undid my tuck. I left the dress on, though. I wanted to be Ellie for just a little longer.
“Hey there.” David’s voice washed over me. I hadn’t even noticed that he was standing on the doorway, leaning against the frame, without his shirt on.
“Hi.” I replied, staring at his abs. I’d never compin about him spending too much time at the gym ever again.
“So, once you take that dress off, are you still Ellie, or do you go back to being-”
“For tonight, I’m Ellie. Dress or no dress. I’ll figure out tomorrow when it comes.” I said firmly.
He smiled. “Sounds good. Charlotte wanted to know which bed she’s in tonight.”
I knew exactly what they were asking. I also knew exactly what I wanted.
“Her own. Alone. Because you’re going to be in mine.”
“Fuck yes.” He excimed, grabbing me around the waist and pulling me towards the bedroom.
“Hey what are you two-” Charlotte popped her head out of the door leading into the lounge room. “Oh!”
“Sorry honey, we’ll try not to make too much noise.” I said, ughing as we stumbled our way down the hall and into my bedroom.
I could practically feel her pout as David swung the door shut with his leg and pushed me on to the bed. I looked up at his beautiful face, the warmth pooling in my belly.
“She’s gonna want a threesome, you know.” David stared down at me. I hardly noticed, though, because I could see his cock straining against his work scks.
“I’m sure we’ll get around to that soon.” I replied, grabbing his belt and pulling him down on top of me. “But I need to stick to Rule Two.”
He chuckled. “I didn’t know you had a second rule. What is it?”
“If I have group sex, I need to have slept with all the participants individually first.” I murmured, biting his lip as we ground our cocks against each other.
“We best get on that, then.” He ughed as he slid a hand up my dress, running his fingers across my thighs. I gasped, clenching my legs shut, which made him smile and move further up.
“David.” I gasped as he dragged his fingers across my shaft.
“Ellie.” He whispered in my ear. Shivers flew down my spine, and ended at my throbbing member.
Then, he started to shift, his face moving down as his hands lifted my dress up. “Oh my.” He gasped, once he revealed what I was wearing underneath. A cy green and bck g-string, the imprint of my rock hard dick clearly visible. “Now that is gorgeous. We gotta get you your own underwear, though.”
“Who wears it better?” I giggled, failing to hide my embarrassment at being caught in my girlfriend’s panties. The only person that I’d pnned on seeing me in these was her!
“Both of my girlfriends look equally hot. I’m not going to py favourites.” David said, seriously enough that I believed him, for a moment. Then he pced his thumb on the head of my rod, rubbing it over my panties. A moan escaped my lips at the sensation, my hips bucking up at a desperate attempt to press us closer.
“David, stop teasing me.” I giggled. He smiled at me as he pulled the panties off and pressed his red hot lips to my thigh, extracting another moan from me.
Gods, this was nice, but I really needed him to stop fucking around. I wanted his cock in me, right now. Actually I needed it in me five years ago, but second best time and all that. I grabbed a fistful of his hair again and pulled him over to the bedhead. He gasped, and I unbuckled his belt and pulled his pants and underwear down.
He was cleanly shaven downstairs, and his cock was glorious. It wasn’t huge, actually I think mine was slightly bigger, but it was still absolutely perfect.
“We need lube, and condoms.” I said. I must have said it very loudly, because I heard Charlotte’s muffled “I’m on it!” before the door opened slightly, and she threw three items in without looking.
David and I looked at each other before bursting into ughter. I left him ying on the bed as I went to retrieve the care package our beloved and given us. Bottle of lube, some wet wipes, and a rge bottle of drinking water. Very thoughtful of her, but it was missing something. “We both fuck her bareback, I don’t think we need them.” David was apparently a mind reader.
Fair enough. I brought the items back over to the bed, pcing them on the bedside table as I stood over David, my fully erect member hitching my dress up.“Okay, roll over and I’ll get you lubed up.” I smiled down at him. He tilted his head again, still grinning like an idiot. “What, you didn’t assume that I was going to bottom, did you? That’s kinda sexist- ahh!”
My words were repced by an excited squeal as David jumped up and grabbed me, his strong arms overpowering me with ease as he pushed me down to the bed. He held my arms down with his, I tried to pull them free, but I couldn’t move him at all. Serves me right for not joining him at the gym.
He leaned down, pressing his weight on me, letting me know that he was in control now. Part of me wanted to keep struggling, to keep fighting, to dominate him. But a much bigger part wanted him to use me like a toy, and that part was winning.
I whimpered my surrender, as he gazed at me hungrily. “Good girl.” He said, lifting himself off of me. “Traffic light system. Yellow for slow, red stops. Understand?”
I nodded eagerly. I was familiar with how it worked, obviously.
“Good.” It was his turn to stand above me, hard cock eclipsing the light. I could feel myself salivating at the sight. Then he knelt on the bed, pcing both of his thighs between my ears, his back facing the bedhead. Damn, what a view.
“Open wide.”
Oh fuck, okay. I did as I was told as he lowered his cock into my mouth. I took it. I took it all easily, letting his musky scent and salty taste envelop me as he slid down my throat. I heard him gasp and moan, but I didn’t care. I felt him grab my hand and pce it on his thigh, which was something Charlotte did when she sat on my face as well. I was supposed to tap out if I needed him to stop, but I sure as hell wasn’t going to do that.
Instead I grabbed his ass with both of my hands and forced him down onto me even further. He moaned, and I nearly gagged, but I didn’t.
I lifted his ass again, and brought it back down. He got the idea and started bouncing himself, his member sliding in and out of my throat as I worked the head with my tongue. I felt myself slipping away, my mind going bnk as he fucked my face, surrendering myself to my base instincts and muscle memory.
Then he forced himself down on to me, and my entire world became his sweat, scent and flesh. My head started to tingle as my oxygen dipped low. I couldn’t breathe, and he wasn’t letting up.
The tingle got worse and my head started to swim, and I admitted defeat as I tapped his thigh. He let up, lifting himself off of me and extracting his cock, letting me gasp for air. “Are you okay?” he asked, holding the lube bottle with one hand.
“Yeah dude.” I gasped. “You just forgot that I need to breathe.”
“Fuck sorry.” David winced. “We should stop-”“Hell no. Just keep it under ten seconds, unless you wanna fuck a vegetable.” I grinned at him before grabbing his hips and lowering him back onto me. “Even for you, that’s dar- oh!” He gasped. I took him again, but he wasn’t going as deep into me this time. He was holding back, and I hated it, I needed him to-
I felt his mouth close around my own cock, and my body surged with pleasure as he sucked me in, working his tongue expertly. The man was an excellent cocksucker, so much so that I couldn’t concentrate on his at all as my mine was thrust through his velvety mouth.
Then, I learned what he was doing with the lube bottle, as he slipped a finger inside of me. I nearly bit down in surprise.
He started to curl his finger, searching for my spot. He was searching in the same area that Charlotte’s was in, but mine was a bit higher than her-
Oh fuck, he found it! I felt myself erupt a hot stream of precum right into his mouth as he massaged me from the inside, waves of intense pleasure from both my ass and cock washed over me. Fuck, this is what I’d been missing out on all these years? I was such an idiot. There was no going back after this, no living without having this to look forward to.
David withdrew his finger and mouth, dismounting me. I hardly noticed, aftershocks still rocking my body. He smiled down at me as he used a wipe to clean his hand.
“I need that cock in me now.” I sputtered.
“Roll over, then.”
I complied, rolling over and lifting my ass as I buried my face in a pillow. “That view was certainly worth the wait.” David said from behind me, his voice full of primal need.“Take a goddamn photo ter, I need you to fuck me already!” I shouted at him, practically vibrating with anticipation.
“I’ll take you when I’m ready, slut.” David ughed. Then I heard a thunder crack and an overwhelming euphoric sting from my ass. I screamed. The fucker had spanked me, as if I was some petunt child!
Then he grabbed my hips and pressed himself to my tight hole, teasing the entrance. I gasped, my heart ready to jump out of my chest.
“Are you ready?”
“Does it matter?”
“No.” And he pressed himself into me, filling me entirely.
Oh god, he was in me. David was finally pounding me, and it felt amazing. I bit down into the pillow as his thrusts came in harder and rougher. He must have asked Charlotte how I liked it at some point, because holy fuck he was doing me just right. I felt the waves crash over me once again as his cock rubbed against my prostate.
He kept thrusting into me for a few more minutes, or maybe hours. Or fuck, maybe days. Time had no meaning anymore. All that existed was this feeling. Finally, after an eternity, I started to feel the buildup. “I’m close! Don’t stop!” I screamed.
An amateur would have taken that as a sign to speed up, to go even harder. Thank fuck that David was an expert, maintaining the exact cadence that had gotten me to this point. I felt the orgasm build up in my core, the pressure becoming overwhelming, like an overfilled dam about to rupture.
Rupture it did. My entire body exploded, every nerve in it alight with pleasure as I shook and trembled. I felt my throat vibrating with a scream, but I couldn’t hear the sound. And then it was over.
David wasn’t, though, as he continued to thrust, every movement causing another contraction to surge through me. “I’m-” He finally gasped. I felt him twitch inside of me, followed by the warmth of his load shooting deep into my core.
We both stayed there for a moment, still connected, trembling in the aftershocks of our orgasms. Then David withdrew himself from me and colpsed at my side.
“Hey.” He said, wearing a euphoric smile, his face caked in sweat.
“Hey.” I grinned in return. I let me knees slide out from under me, brining my lower half back down to the bed. I felt a damp, sticky mess in my dress. Guess that’s where my cum went.
“I love you.” He whispered to me.“Love you too.” I pulled him into a cuddle.
We cuddled for a few minutes in silence before we heard a timid knock on my bedroom door. “Yes, we’re done. You can come in now.” I said to Charlotte, who promptly swung the door open and danced in to y down next to me. She was naked as well, for some reason, and the sight of her supple breasts and wet folds almost made we want a round two.
Unfortunately, the mind was willing, but the flesh was absolutely spent.
“Well? How’d it go?” She asked, nuzzling in to my shoulder. I needed to take this dress off at some point, but I was too tired.“I’m keeping him.” I said, kissing her softly.
“And you?” She asked David, who was snuggled into my other shoulder. Gods help me if I got an itch.
“I’m keeping her.” He said sleepily.
“Her, huh? Is Ellie staying around?”
I could already feel myself slipping off to sleep. “Maybe. Probably. We’ll see in the morning.”
“And you two.” Charlotte paused. I could feel them both holding hands over my belly. Exactly where I shot my load. Gross. “Are you partners now?”“We have been for a while. We’re just making it official.” I smiled as I fell asleep.
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