We’re all headed to my front door as my neighbor, Pat, across the street waves.
“Oh, Katherine, dear. Who’re your friends?” she says, waving and adjusting her glasses, almost like she’s trying to figure out if she’s seeing double.
“Hey, Pat. Hope you’re doing well,” I say, avoiding her nosiness.
“Oh, yeah, well, you know, Marsha down the street is being a real piece of work. You know she’s trying to oppose the speed bump. It’s probably because that old bat needs her license taken away and thinks it’s a personal attack on her driving. Which it honestly is. Are you having more guests over, dear?”
Gavin coughs into his fist, and Ben is trying to adjust his hard-on.
“No, Pat. Have a nice evening, okay? I’ll see you at the next meeting and support the speed bump.”
Her gray eyebrows furrow like she’s trying to figure out what’s going on. I suppose most people would be extremely judgmental if they knew what was about to happen behind closed doors. Most people wouldn’t approve, but it doesn’t matter what they think. It’s an agreement between consenting adults, and it’s not like anyone will find out besides my friends, who are endlessly supportive.
“You know, Katherine, there’s been something else I wanted to talk to you about,” she starts.
Pat is really bringing down my post-orgasm bliss.
“I’ll stop by tomorrow, Pat. Have a good evening,” I cut her off again. Pushing Ben and Gavin by their lower backs, ushering them to walk faster toward my door.
Mrs. Pat seems peeved that I wouldn’t take the time to speak to her, but she lets it go as I put in the code and shut the door behind us.
Everything changes the moment we’re sealed away from the world, and I’m not sure I’ll ever be the same.
20
WANT
It’sa relief mother-time across the street finally stopped talking and we’re finally at Kate’s house. I considered taking her back to ours, but figured she would be more comfortable here, and it wouldn’t be as awkward when it was time to part ways and her getting home.
The last time I was here, I didn’t get a good look around, but this time I see her house for what it is.
It’s slightly moody on the inside, not what you would see in a typical Florida home. Her house is decorated in dark greens, woods, and blacks. Nearly three walls are filled with bookshelves, along with books stacked on the floor, and tables. There’s also a ridiculous amount of cat furniture and nearly every wall is covered in different art pieces.
I listened the whole time when she was with Ben, nearly a completely different woman than the one I’ve been with. It’s confusing, intriguing, and dangerous.
She’s like a fucking magnet and Ben and I are two different metals being dragged into her force field. There’s no turning back, no second guessing this. I know this agreement is probably stupid and bad for my health, but I don’t give a shit.
I’ve never wanted a woman more, and neither has Ben. I’m not going to ruin this for us, even if this has an expiration date that isn’t set in stone. We might as well enjoy it while we have it.
“Should we go to my room?” Kate asks, some of that confidence I saw in the backseat of my car diminishing when she looks at me.
Is it possible that she could be the most dynamic switch I’ve ever been with? Ben and I have been with plenty of women, some further on his spectrum who don’t want to submit to me. Or others further on my side where I have to take control of the sexual script.
I keep in mind that while Ben and I have done this before, Kate hasn’t. In fact, she’s still figuring out what she likes, and what she wants sexually. This needs to be good for her, even if it’s not something we do all the time. It’s important that she enjoys herself and doesn’t feel like she’s been ripped in two between us.
She doesn’t have to be one inherent thing, though I don’t think she realizes how easily she shifts in between her roles with each of us.
“Lead the way,” I say as an orange cat zig zags between my brother’s legs. He pets it quickly as we head down the hall into the owner’s suite.
This room is lighter than the living room, although the color scheme is the same. A wall with palm frond wallpaper holds a king sized bamboo framed bed. She has even more shelves with books in here and at least three cat beds that I can find. The massive TV in here is a surprise, but I find it charming as the large windows in the back face a lush private backyard.
She licks her lips, flattening out her dress and looking between the two of us.
“Dress off, edge of the bed,” I tell her while rubbing my mouth.
She swallows, but immediately grabs the zipper of the side of her dress, letting it fall to the floor as she sits at the end of the bed. I motion for Ben to sit next to her, and he undresses down to his briefs and sits next to her.
Still clothed, I approach her, grabbing her chin, forcing her to look up at me. Her bright blue eyes are filled with want and I’ll be damned if I don’t have her legs quaking along with checking something off of her wishlist.
