"Please do," Becca said warmly.
Brooke left with Solana, though not before giving Ellie a hug that lifted her slightly off the ground and whispering, "Take care of our girl tonight," with a wink that was entirely unsubtle.
And then it was three.
Kelly looked at Ellie and Becca across the table, her blue eyes bright in the bar light, and Ellie felt the tilt, the sudden pivot of the night from social to something else much, much more intense.
"So," Kelly said. "Your place or my hotel? I’m easy.”
Becca looked at Ellie, deferring to her.
“Is your hotel close?” Ellie asked.
“Closer than your place.” Kelly smiled. “It’s got a very convenient armchair…”
“And a minibar?”
“And a minibar.”
“I’m sold,” Ellie replied, glancing at Becca. “If you are?”
“I’m in. I quite like the thought of looking across and seeing you sat like an evil mastermind with a drink in your hand.”
Kelly smiled. "I was hoping you'd say that."
***
Stood out on the street, Becca unfastened her necklace and Ellie held her hair out of the way while she put it around her neck. Kelly watched quietly, and Ellie saw something change in her expression. Recognition, maybe, or respect. Whatever it was she didn’t ask what it meant, didn’t need to.
Becca held out her hand to Kelly, who took it, and the three of them headed off down the street. It was different to before, Ellie realised, because they all had a better understanding of what it all meant. Right now, and until she returned the necklace, Becca wasn’t hers. She was Kelly’s. And that meant that Becca and Kelly walked down the street as a couple, while Ellie tookthe part of the friend. When Becca slipped her arm around Kelly and Kelly leaned her head on Becca’s shoulder as they waited to cross an intersection it looked right. Fuel for the jealousy-arousal loop, absolutely, but the right type of fuel now that Ellie understood much better what it all was now.
***
It was better than the first time.
Ellie would struggle afterwards to explain to herself exactly why, because the first time had been incredible. But this was different, as if the first time with Kelly had been about discovery, raw, overwhelming, and with a real frisson of danger. This time they knew it worked, and by knowing that it freed Becca and Kelly to really have fun.
Even though it was her hotel room rather than her home, Kelly was more relaxed than she had been the first time. She insisted on mixing Ellie’s drink from the minibar (“there, now you’ve got that evil mastermind aura,” she’d teased) and getting her comfortable before anything else could happen.
And then… this time there was no transition.
Becca simply walked over to Kelly and kissed her, Kelly kissed her back, and the two women fell on to the bed like they were picking up where they’d left off before.
Ellie, for her part, settled into the armchair and watched, and from the first moment she could feel the difference. With Cass the jealousy-arousal loop had been silent. With Kelly the first time it had been deafening, almost too much to process. Now itwas loud, but manageable… her mind could function, it was a volume that she could thoroughly enjoy rather than sometimes feeling like she was being battered into submission by it.
She watched as they fooled around, really taking their time with each other, hands and lips and tongues, and the clothes were slow to come off… in fact Kelly’s first climax came with Becca topless and her hand inside Kelly’s shorts, them pressed close, their kiss getting sloppier and messier as Becca built her teasingly towards and then over the edge. The look between them straight after, Kelly catching her breath, Becca flushed with her own arousal, was pure, focused lust.
And then Kelly devoured her… it was the only word. The clothes came off faster and once Becca was naked Kelly went down on her with a passion and an intent that Ellie couldn’t take her eyes away from. It was as if Kelly wanted to go one better than Becca, and as Becca had slowly teased her towards her climax she was going to do even better, edging Becca repeatedly until she was begging for the shuddering, noisy release that Kelly finally granted her, Becca calling out her name again and again while Ellie’s hand gripped the arm of her chair tighter.
That. That was what she needed… the hot rush of jealousy flooding her body and making her mind go blank, followed a few seconds by a flood of the most insane arousal she’d ever felt.She said her name, not mine. The real threat, followed by the knowledge that Becca would come back to her and the joy that she was experiencing such an intense connection with her lover.
So it went on… the jealousy-arousal loop strong, Becca and Kelly trying different positions and different ways, trading orgasms until Ellie lost count of how many times. Compared to last time with Kelly or the night with Cass this was more playful,more adventurous, punctuated by laughter and whispered conversations that Ellie couldn't hear and didn't need to. Kelly tried things she hadn't tried last time, as did Becca, but it was the intimacy of their connection that really grabbed at Ellie’s soul and did wonderfully weird things to her… private, conspiratorial, the shared pleasure of two people who were having the time of their lives. It was amazing.
This only works when it's real, she thought,and God is this real.
Near the end, lying together on the bed, Kelly said something quiet to Becca that made Becca laugh, and they shared a look of such genuine affection that Ellie felt like she’d witnessed something special, that she loved watching her wife be happy in someone else's arms knowing that she'd be back in Ellie's within the hour.
***
