Backed Redux - Chapter 28

“You have fun this weekend and get yourself laid, girl,” Seth said with a smile before walking out the door. “That’s an order.”

“I’ll try,” I said.

“I don’t know why you’re not more excited by this,” he said. I started to speak but he stopped me. “I know, I know … you’re nervous.”

“Well, yeah,” I said.

“Relax and enjoy,” he said. “And I’ll be thinking about you.”

Thinking about us and jerking off, I thought. Or not. I guess that’s what Julie was for. But still, there was likely going to be some hot girl-on-girl action here and I was a little surprised that he didn’t want to stay for it.

It was Friday evening and, once Seth left for Atlantic City, I had almost 24 hours to stew and think. Too restless to spend the evening alone, I called Alex. “We are in our jammies for the duration tonight,” she said. “Wanna have a slumber party?”

“Give me five minutes,” I said.

I divided my hair into two ponytails and threw on my flannel pants with giant penguins on them and an old t-shirt. I grabbed a small stuffed penguin and half a bottle of rum, and headed over. Claire laughed when she saw me.

Alex made popcorn while Claire and I decided on a couple of 80s teen comedies. “I fell in love with John Cusack because of this one,” I said, pulling one from the collection.

“I wanted Ally Sheedy in that one,” Alex answered as she joined us and pointed to another selection.

“Ah the good old days before sparkly vampires,” Claire said. We all laughed.

“And the awful fan fiction that followed,” I said, rolling my eyes. “Seriously. Have you read that crap? It’s all some women at work can talk about.”

“We assumed you’d be more interested in that than us,” Alex said with a grin.

I shook my head. “I tried but I’ve never read such bad writing,” I said. “Besides, it has nothing to do with the reality of it.”

“You’re gonna need to explain your reality then,” Alex said. “I don’t get this part where he leaves you alone for entire weekends.”

I shrugged. “He likes to gamble, and I don’t especially,” I said. “But he’s good at it so I can’t begrudge him that.” Alex nodded and I paused before continuing. “I have a date tomorrow actually.”

Claire looked happy for me but Alex glowered. “Yeah, I don’t get the platonic thing either,” she said. “Movies make it look like it’s all about rough sex.”

“We’re just complicated,” I said simply. There didn’t seem to be a better way to explain us or quickly sum up all the possible dynamics out there.

“Tell us about this date,” Claire said.

“It’s with a couple from our club,” I said sheepishly. I didn’t expect them to be prudish about sex, but the words sounded odd coming out of my mouth. “We’ve been trying to plan this for a while actually.”

“Male, female or what? Claire asked. I told them about Chloe and Justin.

“Wait until you get to do it with two other women,” Claire said waggling her eyebrows.

“Is that a proposition?” I asked, laughing.

“Maybe baby,” she said, still waggling. “Keep pouring the rum and we’ll see!” More laughs all around. “Seriously though, you are going to have a blast – I love threesomes.”

“Yep, everyone gets laid this weekend,” I said. I took a drink and tried to mask how nervous I really was.

Alex asked about Seth and I told them about Julie. “It just seems weird to do all that kinky stuff but no sex,” she said. “Are you sure you’re all right with that?”

I shrugged again. “I don’t really mind,” I said. “It was never about sex for us – we were friends before and just sort of realized this dynamic works for us, so we went with it. Sex now would almost be weird.”

The lie was so convincing even I almost believed it.
…
By the following afternoon I still hadn’t figured out what to wear. What does one wear to a threesome? Well, not much, that’s for sure. But I had to wear something to dinner first. I settled on my nicest jeans and a cute top that showed an ample amount of cleavage. I packed a small bag – more of a large purse really – with a few essentials, including an extra pair of underwear and another top that wouldn’t wrinkle. I walked to a liquor store nearby for a decent bottle of wine then splurged on a cab. It was most of my budget for the weekend, but I didn’t feel like being in a subway car.

Justin greeted me at the door, and we hugged. Theirs was a much larger apartment than ours and included a small foyer that opened into a spacious living room. Chloe was reclining on their couch and rose to greet me. “Well hello, sexy lady,” she said.

I blushed.

“You are so cute,” she said, taking the wine from me. “Let’s get this chilled, shall we? Ooh, that’s a good chardonnay too. Well done.”

“Thank you,” I said. “I don’t really know that much about wine, but it was recommended to me.” I put my hands up in the universal gesture of surrender. “I know, I’m a bad Italian.”

“Ha!” she laughed. “We can fix that. Justin is practically a sommelier.”

“Oh my, well I am out of my league then,” I said, exceedingly glad that I knew what a sommelier was thanks to a cable cooking show.

“He has other talents as well,” she said seductively.

Oh goody. I almost would have felt more confident staying on the topic of wine. I thrust my hands in my pockets so Chloe and Justin couldn’t see them shaking. I was sure I was blushing again too, and tried to pull myself together. I’d never been an expert at flirting, but this felt like being 17 and a virgin all over again.

‘Tell me about the scene in Vegas,” Chloe asked as Justin put the finishing touches on dinner.

She really knew how to hit all the difficult and uncomfortable topics, I thought. “It’s definitely different from here,” I said vaguely. “More people drifting in and out as tourists.” I guessed at that last part. It sounded plausible to me, and I tried to speak with an air of authority.

“Do they have a regular dungeon space?” she asked.

I had no idea. “They had trouble keeping a space,” I said. “So I don’t know if it’s still operating or not. A lot of people ended up having private parties in their homes so things got pretty clique-ish.” I was on thin ice and desperately wanted to change the subject. Chloe nodded though, so it all must have sounded plausible to her too.

“Have you two lived in New York all your lives?” I asked.

“I have,” Chloe said. “Justin comes to us from the Midwest.”

“Oh?”

“Chicago,” he said. “But I’ve been here almost 10 years now.”

I’d had acquaintances in Chicago and desperately wanted to know if he knew any of them, but how would a Vegas girl know people in Chicago? Even with the internet, it wasn’t like me to friend people across the country. “So who has the better pizza?” I asked instead.

Justin laughed at me. “I am a Chicago boy at heart,” he said. “And two things we do better than anybody – and I do mean anybody – is blues and pizza. I don’t care what anyone says.”

Chloe shrugged, clearly disagreeing. “Sometimes I let him have an opinion,” she said. “Can I help it if it’s the wrong opinion?”

We stood around the kitchen counter and laughed. “Okay, here’s a tricky one then. Who has the worst baseball team? Cubs or the Mets?” I asked.

“Oh, I’m a southsider,” Justin said. “I’m a White Sox fan so I only root for good teams.” He was probably a Bulls fan too, I thought and inwardly shuddered. 

“I was afraid of that,” I said, shaking my head. “I’m a –” Oh hell. I would have to talk my way out of this now. “Well, I guess I’m attracted to the underdogs. And with no pro teams in Nevada, for some reason I went for the Indians.” Not only did I pronounce the state correctly, but I thought that sounded pretty reasonable.

“You choose your underdogs well,” Justin said. “How long have they been counting on next year being their year now?”

“It’s always ‘next year’,” I said. “And their last series win was 1948. The 90s broke my heart though.”
“Oh right. Not too many people saw the Marlins coming,” he said.

“And don’t get me started on the Braves,” I said. “I will hate them forever.” 

Justin nodded in understanding while Chloe was clearly bored. “You two should continue this another time,” she said as she invited me into the living room to sit down. “This is not the night for sports talk. Can Justin get you something to drink?” 

“Just water is fine,” I called back to him.

As we walked away, she stopped suddenly. “I forgot to ask,” she said. “Do you use furniture? Do you have a protocol for that in kinky homes?”

I had to think about that one. I hadn’t been in anyone else’s kinky home and wasn’t sure what to do. I wanted to do whatever Justin did, but I hadn’t seen him sit down anywhere yet. “Well, I don’t use it much at home, but I don’t have any rules about it elsewhere.”

“Oh good, sit by me then,” she said and patted the couch cushion next to her. “I just didn’t want to get you in trouble with that man of yours. He is a fine one, isn’t he?”

“Yes, he is,” I said. I was definitely blushing again.

“How did you two meet?” she asked. “I don’t mean to be nosy. I just don’t know how else to find out anything besides asking.”

“It’s fine,” I said with a smile. I told her about the Christmas party years ago and the coworker who’d been dating him first as Justin brought in a glass of ice water for me. 

“Do you ever talk to her anymore?” Chloe asked. “Or does she hate you for stealing him away?”

I didn’t much like the implication that I had stolen him from anyone, but I let it go. “No, she was gone a month later, and we were never close,” I said.

“He must be wonderful in bed,” she said, taking a sip of her wine.

Oh god. I thought we’d told them we were platonic. My mind raced as I tried to remember what we had told her. All of a sudden, I had no idea how to describe us or how our relationship had formed. And though we had fucked, I couldn’t assume what we had done was normal for him.

“Well, actually, we um … well, I don’t really know,” I stammered.

“Do tell?” Chloe said.

“Sex isn’t part of our relationship,” I said. “We’re not romantic. We actually tried dating when we first met, and it was disastrous. But we stayed friendly and eventually just sort of fell into our current roles.” I spoke quickly and although it was the truth, I felt like I was doing little more than rambling.

“Kink doesn’t have to be about hot sex,” she mused. “It just helps. How do you resist him?”

“It’s not always easy,” I admitted.

“How does he resist you?” she asked more emphatically.

“You’d have to ask him,” I said. And just like that I wanted to cry. Not only was this the second such conversation I’d had in 24 hours, but this was the sort of attention I’d been craving, the sort of desire I’d been looking for from Seth. “He has a woman he sees in Atlantic City – they’re together this weekend actually.”

“And what about your needs, Lucy?” Chloe asked.

“I’m kind of left on my own for those,” I said quietly.

“Ma’am, dinner is ready,” Justin said. He’d moved silently into the living area and I hadn’t even noticed until he spoke.

“Well, we’ll just have to fix that too,” she said as she patted my knee. She rose, and it felt as if we had all been awaiting her signal in order to move. We ended up at a formal dining table on the other side of the kitchen. I was still near tears and felt more awkward than ever.

“I’m sorry – but where is your bathroom?” I asked. Chloe pointed down a hallway and I went to compose myself. After several deep breaths, I was as ready as I was likely to be. Any longer away and I would have caused suspicion.

Dinner was individual beef wellingtons and roasted red potatoes with steamed green beans. Justin chose a dry red wine that I sipped in an effort to be polite as dry wines had never been to my taste. Conversation was kept light – I think Chloe sensed that she had hit a nerve earlier, and we kept the topic to work and life in the City in general. She was a senior accountant for a large firm, and he was a tech support analyst for a nearby software company. I pretended I knew what that meant.

Chloe also talked about how they had taught classes on formal dinners and used their home to host them from time to time. “So few people have the room we do,” she said. “Plus, we enjoy it and it gives the boy a chance to show off.” She winked at him and he smiled in return.

I’d been curious about formal service, but it had always seemed like too much work and not something I had a deep desire to learn. Further, it was something my last ex had started making noises about when we broke up. That alone had made me disinterested. Not wanting to sound disparaging, however, I asked when they would be teaching again. 

“Who knows?” Chloe exclaimed. She sounded exasperated. “Life has been so crazy lately what with the Festival and weird work schedules. I love being busy but sometimes I just want to slow down, you know?” I did.

Justin got up to clear the dishes and started loading the dishwasher. “That was wonderful,” I said. “I’m stuffed.”

“Oh, that reminds me,” Chloe said. “Have you ever been fisted?”

I nearly spat my water across the table. “In case you haven’t noticed, she can be a little direct,” Justin called from the kitchen.

“Nobody asked you boy,” Chloe called back playfully. Looking back at me with a sly smile, she said, “Well, Lucy?”

“Um, no actually,” I said, instantly looking down at the size of her hands. They were mercifully small. “I mean, I’ve been curious, but no one’s ever offered.”

“Incredible,” she said, shaking her head.

“I should say this too,” I said hesitantly. “I’ve never had a threesome and I’m not very experienced with women.” Inside I cowered, waiting for the backlash or some sort of negative response from Chloe.

“Oh sweetie,don’t worry about that,” she said. “I had a feeling that might be the case, and I have a plan.”

Did they learn that line in Dom School? I wondered. The Plan, as it turned out was that Justin would pleasure Chloe (“he knows me and knows just what to do,” as she put it), Chloe would fist me and I would blow Justin (“the boy needs a treat,” Chloe said). This was so much better than any of Seth’s plans had ever been.

The three of us started out awkwardly with some forced conversation. Their bedroom was painted a dark purple and I was still admiring such a bold color choice, and wondering why I hadn’t considered some shade of purple for our own apartment, when Chloe began kissing me and moving her hands towards the button and zipper of my jeans. “Let’s get you out of those, shall we?” she said.

Fuck the decorating, I thought.

From there, we alternated who was the center of attention. They both descended on me and, following their leads, I reciprocated in turn nibbling a nipple here and an earlobe there. Oh yes, I remembered what this sort of touch was like, and it was every bit as glorious as I had once known it to be.

With so many limbs, it took us a few minutes to find our rhythm. But I soon knew the joys of two different mouths on me at the same time, four different hands and two sets of legs to get entwined with mine. Pleasured moans, breaths caught in throats, gasps, and what would have been prayers in a different context were the only sounds for quite some time.

I started to wonder who was going to go first in Chloe’s Big Plan and made a conscious effort to relax and just soak it all in. After all, there was no need to rush this. These people wanted me. Me, of all people. And I was determined to savor that as long as I could. Finally, Justin moved down toward Chloe’s pussy and I took over on the rest of her, sucking nipples, caressing her stomach and gently kissing her neck and mouth.

When she started to climax, I stayed close and imagined where I would want the extra attention if I were her. I kissed her neck and stayed where I was until she quieted. I looked down at Justin, and he winked before beckoning me towards him. If I’d had lapels, he would have grabbed them. Instead, I leaned toward him and he met me with a kiss on the lips. I’d never tasted another woman in such a way, and I loved it.

“Enjoy that?” Chloe asked. I nodded. “Now I think it’s your turn for a while. I’m going to rest and enjoy the view.”

Justin started kissing me again and caressing my breasts. I ran my own hands over his smooth chest then moved down and felt him growing. I slowly moved my mouth down his nipples and stomach until I reached his pelvis.

By then, Chloe had taken over pinching his nipples and biting around his neck. She also reached down with a small vial of lube for me and smiled. It was wonderfully subtle on her part and helped ease my own awkwardness. It took a couple of minutes to tame my gag reflex, but I was soon able to read Justin’s body and used my hands and mouth for the desired effects. With his mistress and I both working on him, it didn’t take him long to come at all.

Justin collapsed and Chloe pulled me in for a kiss of her own. “Looks like it’s your turn, little girl,” she said as she retrieved the lube from me. “Lie back.”

I did as I was told. I’d worked hard and needed the break. But this was no time for rest. Chloe spread my legs with authority and sat between them as her fingers began probing me. Justin joined back in too, caressing then nibbling my nipples. My back arched.

First two, then three of Chloe’s fingers went in. Finally, I felt all four go in up to the first knuckle, and I knew the difficult part was just starting. “Let me know if it’s too much,” she said gently. As she pushed her way in, I writhed and moaned, sometimes in pain, sometimes in pleasure, usually in a mixture of both. “Talk to me,” she said. “Are you okay?”

“For now,” I said, panting. I wondered if this was what giving birth was like, only in reverse. She eased up and continued slowly, applying more lube. Meanwhile, Justin continued caressing me and kissing around my breasts, nipples and neck. He served as something of a distraction and before I knew it, Chloe was easing her hand in even farther. “Oh god stop!” I said.

She did but didn’t pull out completely either. “Almost there,” she said. In and out went her fingers as Justin’s teeth nibbled around my breastbone, then up my neck and chin. “Should I continue?”

“Okay,” I said, still out of breath. It was far from an intelligent response, but it was the only one I had. She pushed back in, getting as far as she had before, and then paused before trying for more. I could see her watching my face for a sign and though I desperately wanted to take her all in, the stress on my insides was getting to be too much. “I need words,” she said. “Is that too much?”

“I don’t think I can take any more,” I said, disappointed.

My disappointment was brief. Chloe motioned to Justin who pulled out a vibrator from the bedside table and put a condom over it. Chloe’s one hand stayed in place as she used the vibrator on and around my clit. I came hard and fast after that, first once, then twice, screaming the name of every deity I could think of.

“Holy Jesus,” I said as I collapsed.

Chloe laughed, then went to wash her hands. Justin left and brought back a glass of water for all of us. I realized I needed to wash my hands as well but couldn’t bring myself to move. “You did great,” Chloe said when she returned. “Very good for a first timer.”

“Really?” I asked. “The mind was willing but –”

“The flesh wasn’t,” she said. “It’s fine, because I don’t care what porn tells you – almost no one is able to take a full fist the first time they try it.”

“Cool,” I said as I took a drink. Yeah, I was really rocking the comebacks tonight. “May I?” I asked, motioning toward the larger bathroom off their bedroom.

“Help yourself,” Chloe said.

I wanted to process what I’d just done, overthink it all as usual, and figure out what it all meant, but it was too soon. I needed sleep first. The processing would come later. 

Soon after, we all fell asleep on their king-sized bed, arms and legs falling where they may. All of us were satisfied.
…
Justin was up first and as I opened my eyes, I could smell bacon frying. Chloe was also awake and smiling at me. “I could get used to this,” I said.

She smiled with a mixture of tenderness and pride. “He takes very good care of me,” she said.

After breakfast, we took turns with the shower and I got dressed to leave. Walking out, I had to wonder – how does one go back to a normal routine after a night like that? We all agreed it needed to happen again though and promised ourselves that it would. I left with all sorts of floaty feelings and wondered if people on the street could read my face and body language well enough to know what I’d been doing. I felt like “I just had great sex” was written in neon on my forehead.

I took the subway home and grinned like a fool the whole way. At home, I smiled at odd times too as random memories floated back to me and turned my usual routine into something much more interesting.

I’d barely been home five minutes when there was a knock. I checked the peephole and it was Claire. Congratulating myself on not panicking at a seemingly random knock, I opened the door. “Well?” she asked.

“Oh my god,” I said grinning widely. “It really was awesome.”

She walked past me and sat down. “Tell me everything Lucy,” she said. “Who did who and all the good juicy stuff.” I gushed like a schoolgirl and gave over all the details, including what we had for dinner.

“God, maybe we are missing something by not being kinky!” she said. We both laughed.

“Except there wasn’t really anything kinky about it,” I said. “Unless you count the number of people involved.”

“At this point, that counts for me,” she said. “I’m about to be an old married woman you know!” We cackled at that and she scooted back to her apartment.

When Seth got home that evening though, I could barely talk about it with him. I gave him the basics, but I had a hard time putting my feelings into words. It was amazing to feel so wanted again, so sexy and desirable. I didn’t know how to explain how I lusted for the same thing from him. 

“I told you there wasn’t any reason to be nervous,” he said. “But I did think you would be more excited than this.”

“Well, I’m worn out now, aren’t I?” I replied grinning. He bought it and I tried to let go of what I wanted from him. Instead, I continued my adolescent fantasy that he would enter my room one night insisting that we follow all the strictest rules we’d ever come across, before kidnapping me to some unknown location where he held me down and fucked me senseless.
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The fantasies grew ever more extreme and unrealistic, but they got me through a lot of lonely nights.