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Through The Heart Is The Only Way. Chapter Five. "What Are The Odds?" Poly!Chiffany X FEM! AFAB! Reader.

Hey, hey, hey! Well here I am! I wanted to get this out before weeks end and here it is! The latest update to my current long fic! It has been over a month since the last update but this one is long, a lot happens, much spice, a ton of ground covered and I hope it more than makes up for the wait! Let’s not waste time, this is a big turning point, let’s go! Masterlist for the rest of the series here.

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Rating. Explicit. Length. 11.5K. Charles Lee Ray X Tiffany Ray Valentine X FEM! AFAB! Reader. She/Her Pronouns. Warnings: Kissing. Making Out. Semi-Public. Don’t Get Caught. Teasing. Taunting. Grinding. Glove Kink. Vaginal Fingering. Cunnlingus. Day Date. Skating. Alcohol Consumption. Cum Eating. Bets. Smoking. Ranting About How Much New York City Sucks. Groping. Biting.

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You floated through the week with intense anticipation and thoughts of them as you waited for the weekend and the pair of them to come and see you. Day in, day out, waiting with bated breath and unreasonably excited to see them. On Friday night when you had a lull in the shift you are near the bar, in between rounds of your tables, taking a quick moment. Logan was busy serving, you were watching, keeping an eye on the room when Rachel came up, she looked, worried, nervous?

You leaned over, tapped her elbow and asked over the noise and music of the club, “You good Rach?”

She looked over at you, head whipping in your direction, as if she didn’t even notice you were right there until you touched her and spoke to her. She forced a too tight smile you have seen before spread across her features when some customer leers too close for her comfort, her eyes give it away. You knew her too well to be fooled, even as she assured, “Yeah, yeah I’m fine.”

You gave her a very unimpressed look and she buckled almost immediately. A roll of her eyes with a groan, “Okay, okay, you’re right I’m not okay-”

“Yeah no shit, so what’s up?” Even with the words you said, some care to inject some warmth into them was taken along with touching her arm lightly and she spilled like a glass of water on an uneven table. “So you know that guy who comes through and like never lets anyone but me serve him? Usually alone?”

You knew just who she meant, you responded, “Yeah Randall, what about him?”

“He hasn’t come by in a while.” She started. “How long is a while?”

“Like a few weeks I guess…” She said softly and you hummed and responded easily, “But doesn’t he travel a lot for work? Could just be outta the country for a while, forgot to tell you he was going-”

“He always tells me though!” Rachel insisted her hand latched onto your wrist, she seemed really bothered and you said, “Okay, okay I believe you! But maybe it was last minute? He doesn’t have your number or anything, he only sees you here.”

She nodded, brows furrowing, “Yeah, yeah you think?”

“Yeah! He is like obsessed with you! If he was in the city, he’d be here.” You assured and her expression softened, he squeezed your hand and said sincerely, “Thank you so much for calming me down, you’re right I was just freaking out over nothing, M’ sure he’s fine.”

“Oh of course, no problem at all.” You held out your arms and shared a quick hug, a few pats on the back before you see someone over Rachel’s shoulder at one of your tables gesturing for a drink, “Shit, sorry, duty calls but if you need to talk anytime, you know I am here for you, right?”

She pulled back, her hands in yours, “I know, I know, thanks again, now go!” She encouraged, picking up her own tray and you headed to the table, parting ways. The rest of the night was busy but during the clean up you checked in with her again, she got a lot of tips and was feeling fine and she suggested you do a shot before leaving with a smile and you knew for sure she was all good.

The next day, Saturday, you find yourself looking at the door all evening just waiting for them, focusing on work was actually a challenge which is so unlike you. Normally you rock your job with ease, no fucking problem but tonight you were just a little too preoccupied to be doing it as perfectly as you normally did.

Once you had truly settled in, started to get into the real rhythm of it, that is when they came in. You saw them enter, coats slung over their arms, not caring about the winter’s chill outside now that they were in the almost oppressively warm space of the club where you worked. You were in the middle of serving a table but still watched as they came in and meandered to one of the empty tables and as soon as you were done you made your move over to them, giddy to talk to them once more and check in.

It had been days since your date and you had been thinking of them often, thinking of the awful movie you watched and laughed at, the pizza you shared and that steamy make out session in front of your apartment building of course. You’d been thinking of that last one a lot. Might have been falling asleep to it, well masturbating to a few solid orgasms before falling asleep to it. You made your approach and they noticed, the smiles already on their faces broadening upon seeing you, Tiffany throwing her coat onto the table and Chucky’s hands held out as she called out, “There she is!”

You were right in front of them now, tray in one hand resting on your hip and Tiffany grabbed your other hand, a small squeeze, the light touch was welcomed, sweet. You all hand’t talked about how physical you should be, you had been on like one fucking date and hadn’t commited to anything explicitly exclusive. They were together but no mention was made of what YOU were in relation to them. You were glad that they were taking it easy, you haven’t told anyone of course that you were doing this, great care was needed naturally for honestly a million reasons you didn’t really want to think about.

Coat still over his arm as he leaned one arm onto the table, saying in a teasing tone that fit him so well, “Already rushing over, what a good girl.”

Him uttering those last two words in combination with how much you had been thinking of her and him lately hit hard. You tried your best to not outwardly show how it got to you, Tiffany gently nudged him with a fond roll of her eyes, “Jeeze, lay it on thicker why don’t you.”

“What? Am I not allowed to compliment her?” He teased further and she leaned over, her hand slipping out of yours and you wish she wouldn’t. She said, “Never said that but maybe keep it to a less public venue eh tiger?”

He sighs like he is put out, a joking act as he says, “Whatever the lady wishes.”

You change the subject taking the opportunity to ask, “What can I get you two to drink?”

They ask you to surprise them yet again, a trend that seems to have stuck in their visits to your work so far. You get them drinks and are extra attentive to them all night, you work extra hard to make sure your other tables are more than satisfied so any time spent lingering with them is perfectly acceptable. They have a few drinks, throw you a good stack of tips, you laugh and talk and your next date is planned in a few days time for your next day off from work, Wednesday. They tell you they are excited for it and you have to admit you are too. They leave about an hour before close, you say your goodbyes, no hugs or kisses permitted obviously but sincere wishes to be well and that you are all equally looking forward to the date you have coming up.

The last hour you work passes quickly and easily. You clean up with your co-workers, count tips, the pair tipped you the most by far, you wondered if you should feel weird about that, dating them but still accepting tip money. You pushed the thought from your mind, you went on one date and you deserved to get paid for your stellar service, you were amazing at your job and they clearly wanted to give you the money so you shouldn’t worry about this, not yet anyway. A good drink that made you feel warm down to your toes and fingertips as you left with Jackson and made your way to the train station.

You had been talking about the shift, Jackson talking about this cute guy he was thinking about asking out at a restaurant on the same street the club you worked in was at and you encouraged him to do so. “I mean he sounds fucking great you should go for it.”

“Yeah? Thanks! I totally will-” He sighed wistfully before looking over at you, “-but what about you?”

“What about me?” You asked playing just a little dumb to which he scoffed, “I mean what about you! Are you dating anyone?”

“Noooo, no I am not.” You responded automatically and he hummed, “Hmmm, really? Then who were you getting so cosy with earlier?”

Shit he saw. “Who do you mean?”

“That tall blonde, the really hot one. Isn’t she the same one that you helped with that song request a while back?” He asked with a wide grin.

Fuck.

You deflect, “Hot? Isn’t she not your type? Cuz she’s, you know, a she?” You asked and he laughed, his arm looping in yours, something you allowed, walking arm in arm with him as he said, “Listen I might be gay but I’m not fucking blind! The woman is gorgeous!”

You giggled along with him, “Alright good to know your reputation of good taste continues. But no, I am not seeing her.”

“Why not? She clearly likes you.” He said and you responded, “Don’t you see how she is with the red-headed guy she comes in with?”

“Oh yeah, him. Shades, well dressed, fan of long coats and scarves?” He asked and you continued, “Yeah him, well they are together.”

“Ouch. Sorry to hear that babe.” He sighed. “Well maybe we can find you a hottie with a body soon, right? It’s been forever for you, I’m genuinely shocked you haven’t exploded from sheer frustration yet.”

“I mean I got hands, don’t I?” You said with a smile paired with an exaggerated gesture of jazz hands even with your arm still looped through his and he laughed again.

If it was just Tiffany you might have been able to tell him. Jackson was one of the only people you were out to, the only one at work anyway, gay and bi solidarity and all of that made the foundation of your strong friendship, mutual likes and shared job building much more onto that. Jackson was one of your co-workers you would jump to hang with outside of work first, every single time. Him accepting you being bisexual was one thing, him accepting you dating more than one person at once, dating a couple that was already together was a horse of a different color. And while Jackson is a friend of Dorothy, maybe he wasn’t down with the Emerald city and you think you weren’t ready to figure out where he stood yet.

The next day, Sunday, was average, much quieter in comparison to Saturday anyway. You end up talking with Logan at the bar during a lul.

“Just tell meeee-” He whined and you rolled your eyes, crossing your arms on the bartop, “No because there is nothing to tell!”

“Stop lying! It is so obvious you are seeing someone! You can talk to me about it, I’m just happy you are back out there! Your last relationship was fucking how long ago?”

“Oh my God Lo, you are relentless, I swear to fucking God I am not seeing anybody!” You try to argue but he tells you, “Bullshit! I see that fucking smile, all dopey and dumb!”

“Why are you calling her dumb excatly?” Marcy had sidled up to put in her current drink order, “Because that is the best descriptor for that dreamy little smile she gets on her face that tells me she is so clearly seeing somebody.” He reached out and attempted to boop your nose and you knocked his hand away, Marcy laughing over the interaction.

“He is so nice to you.” Marcy said with a smile and you looked over to her, “Yeah isn’t he just?”

A deep breath before you continued.

“Really Logan, I am not seeing anyone but if I fucking was, it is new and fresh and undefined, tenuous even and IF there was something to share you should trust I would share it when it’s more concrete.” You said seriously and he nodded, “Okay, see that makes sense. Thank you. I appreciate your honesty.”

“What honesty? I am talking about hypotheticals Logan.” You said with a smile and he gave you a knowing look, “Right. Hypothetical.”

“Anyway if you are done berating her for information she doesn’t have I have a drink order I need sometime this month-”

You hope what you tell him is enough to tide him over and that both he and Marcy have the good sense to shut up and not spread it around.

Sunday picked up a bit after that, some people clearly not wanting to accept Monday was on the horizon, wanting to enjoy the last bit of freedom of their Sunday. You walk away with a pocketful of more tips than you were anticipating and excited to face the new week which spelt out your second official date with the pair.

Monday is always dead at the club. It is dedicated to cleaning and extra work to make sure you are all good post weekend, something you don’t mind and are grateful for honestly. You finish later than normal on a Monday and when you get out a certain redhead is waiting for you.

He was having a smoke leaned against the brick wall next to the exit of the club, his head turning, a small wave of his hand that didn’t have the cigarette between two fingers, “Heya sweetheart.”

“Hi Chucky, what are you doing here?” You asked and he said, “Was in the area, thought I might walk you to the train station, if you’d like that.”

Oh how sweet was that? You take him up on that easily, “That would be great honestly, thank you.”

“S’ nothing really.” He finished his smoke and dropped the butt, stamping it out before holding out his hand, “Shall we?”

“We shall.” You and he head off in the direction of the train station. “So you all alone again? Where is that walking buddy of yours-” he snapped his fingers, trying to come up with the name, knowing you had mentioned it once before, you filled in the blank, “Jackson.”

“Yeah! Him! Doesn’t ol Jacky boy walk you to the station? Where’s he at?” He asked and you said, “Oh he left early, had something important to go do.”

“Important, eh?” He prompted and you said, “Asking out someone he’s been liking for a while.”

“So he’s not into you and I got nothing to worry about then.” He teased and you laughed, the idea of Jackson being into you was hilarious, “Mmm yeah trust me, more than you know you got nothing to worry about between me and Jackson.”

“Good.” He sighed, and you took the chance to ask something for a change, “Good?”

“Yeah, good.” He took your hand, far enough away from the club he was confident no one you knew would see you.

“You gonna elaborate, big guy?” Your fingers laced with his as he said, “I’m not really into the idea of sharing you with anybody but Tiff.”

Well fuck that was a big thing to throw out there. “You think about sharing me with Tiffany do you?”

“Almost obsessively.” He admitted his shoulder bumping yours playfully with a raise of his eyebrows and the image of that is forced into your mind, being between both of them just as you had been at the end of your last date. You try to push out the thought but instead you give an admission of your own, “Can’t say it isn’t on my mind right now.”

“It’s a fun thought isn’t it?” He teased again and you look up to see his eyes already on your face, a nod that could be almost considered shy, “Real fun.”

“Looking forward to it maybe being a reality?” he asked and you said, “I can say with the utmost confidence, yes I am.”

That is when you are pulled suddenly by him off of the sidewalk and down and into an alleyway, you keep up until you are spun and pushed into the wall by him. His hands on your shoulders, his eyes looking into yours as he asks, “I know it’s just me and you tonight but how about a preview?”

Like you would ever say no to that.

Instead of a verbal response you leaned up and caught his mouth in a deep kiss. Soon as you did that all bets were off, he was returning your affection, kissing you with equal heat, his hands sliding down off your shoulders, ribs, avoiding your chest for now, you wished he wouldn’t, before they were resting on your waist, a small squeeze and you hummed against his mouth. On it went, your hands reached out, caught on the sleeves of his coat, held there, your tongue passed over his bottom lip first and that caused a small change in his breathing, one you picked up on and so you pushed it further still. You nipped gently and you heard a small sound come from the back of his throat, one you could barely process before he nipped back, harder, it shocked you, sent a spike of arousal right through your core and a moan into his mouth.

It escalated much further, much faster and you didn’t object for a second, if anything you encouraged it, craved much more. You didn’t even notice when one of his hands left your waist and moved, slipped down and then up, was between your thighs and up the short hem of the dress you had worn to work that night. The move was confident, it was smooth, his hand slotting between your thighs, his whole hand cupping you causing your hips to squirm. You break the kiss, breathing out, questioning the current venue of your makeout session, “Oh Chucky, here?”

“You objectin’?” He asked, leaning in, lips dragged up your throat, your head fell back against the wall as his hand moved, two fingers tracing the line of your slit, pressing over your hole before dragging up till he passed above your clit. He laid kisses down, teeth grazing making you moan softly, “You really want me to stop?”

It leaves your mouth easily, betraying the sheer amount of want you felt in that moment, “No.”

“You gonna be extra good and say it?” He prompted, slow circles drawn, teasing the edges of your panties, a threat that he would dip under the quickly dampening lace. Is this how he was? Hot and commanding and confident and that fucking voice, you liked it enough on it’s own, the rougher edge to it but in thise context, laced with heat and implication and more, it made you feel a little weak in the knees. “Please don’t stop.”

His head came back up, his gaze catching yours as he praised, quietly and just to you, “Good job.”

That is when his hand slipped into your panties and you realised he still had his gloves on. You should have known better, you hadn’t seen him take them off after all but you were distracted and only upon feeling the cool leather against overheated flesh you truly took the fact in.

You kissed him again, using your hands gripping his sleeves to pull him to you and his hand got to work. You were so excited, kissing him so feverishly he didn’t take too much time teasing you. A few passes with his fingers, parting your slick folds, collecting the mess of you before using your slick as lube to rub your clit. You let yourself breathe harder, allowed yourself to moan into his mouth, he was very into it, how you couldn’t keep quiet even though you clearly wanted to avoid getting caught.

He found the pace you liked best, the pattern that made you cling closer, that made your lips and tongue slow against his and pulled the filthiest moans from your mouth. You started moving with him, rocking your hips along with his hand, chasing your pleasure, working with him to get yourself there. He was the one to break apart, he was out of breath as he asked, “Good?”

A furious nod, “So fucking good, don’t stop Chuck, pl-please?”

Like he would ever dream of it. He pressed harder and your body tensed, biting your bottom lip with a louder moan, eyes threatening to totally close, he laughed softly before reassuring, “I won’t stop, don’t worry.”

The way he spoke and touched and looked at you, like he was fucking hungry and couldn’t get enough it helps increase how you felt. It pulls you closer, drags you to the edge much faster than anticipated, the place that you were in was helping too, the risk was exhilarating, someone could walk down this alley and catch you at any moment in such a compromising position. You felt the pleasure spiking, getting nearer and nearer, your eyes finally slip closed, panting out, “Chucky, ah, ahhhn, M’ almost there-”

He let out a soft groan, you feel him press closer, feel how hard he is against your hip through his open coat and his pants, he rocks against you and you buck into his hand, still working relentlessly to bring you pleasure. “C’mon hon, wanna see it, feel it.”

Him wanting it so badly, asking for it in that tone, it doesn’t take much more after that, his lips brushed against yours and the sparks of that makes your stomach twist and you gasp out his name as you tip over and for the first time you cum from his efforts. If you could think you would have the thought that it blew every orgasm you had that past week by your own hands out of the water, the rush of it was incredible.

Your hands were tangled in the lapels of his coat, trembling, panting, weak and incoherent moans tumbling out of your open mouth as you leaned your weight against the wall for support. He slowed his touch to drag it out as much as he could before your hands let go of his jacket and dropped down, pushed on his wrist, a silent plea for him to let up and he finally did, a laugh of, “Okay, okay.”

His fingers leave your clit and you sigh in relief, it had been starting to border on painful from overstimulation. You expected him to pull his hand out of your clothing but instead his hand moved lower, two fingers find your dripping hole and he slides him inside with one fluid motion and you tense with a surprised moan. You were still so sensitive just after coming, “Fuck! Wha-what are you doin-”

He shh’d you, a playful look in his eyes as he said, “Just a second baby, you can do this for me, can’t you?”

You bite your bottom lip and endure the few very intense curls of his fingers, he grinds his clothed erection into your hip as he breathes out, “You are so warm inside, Can feel it through my gloves.”

You barely hold back a whine, “Chucky please-” He reassured you again, “Amost, just a little more-”

His fingers finally pull out, “-there you go.” His hand leaves your underwear and you struggle to catch your breath as you stay against the wall, he still feels hard against your hip and you wonder if you should drop to your knees, do something for him but what happens next kind of makes your mind go blank.

He maintained eye contact with you as he brought up his gloved hand, his middle and ring finger that had just been buried in your soaked hole, totally wet with your juices, slipped into his mouth and he sucked, tasting you for the first time, letting out a satisfied hum as he did so. His eyes fell closed for a moment before he pulled his fingers out and he said, quietly, “Fuck, you taste good.”

Were you breathing? You don’t think you were and you seriously don’t care.

Once his eyes open back up he laughs, “You good?”

A shake of your head as you catch yourself, a half laugh of your own, “Yeah, I’m so, so fucking good.”

“Good. Now c’mon.” His gloved hand takes yours, it still feels wet but now from his spit instead of from you, and he leads you out of the alley, pulling you along as your legs are still unsteady underneath you.

“Wait, what about you?”

He looked over at you, “What about me?”

“Don’t you want me to-” You started and he cut you off, “You got a train to catch and trust me I am just fine.”

“Really? Just getting me off and you-” He interjected again, his hand that wasn’t holding yours runs through his hair, “Go home and fuck my beautiful girlfriend? Yeah, real tragic.”

He finished the thought by throwing you a wink and you snorted out a laugh, “Alright fair.”

“Seriously, it’s fine, I’m not in a rush. And besides, maybe I wanna make you sweat a bit, make you really want it.” He teased, drawing out the ‘really’ and you grinned, totally reassured that he was fine waiting, more like he wanted you to beg on your knees to suck him off, “Now that sounds more like you.”

You speak again before he can, “But about Tiff, she’s uh fine with this?”

“What? You an’ me doing stuff just us?” He asked and you swung your hands a little as you walked, “Yeah, don’t worry, her and I talked a lot about this, she knows and it’s totally fine.”

If only you knew what he and Tiffany had talked all about. After your last date, the next day at a diner, over breakfast and coffee and cigarettes they talked about you, how it all went, how they felt and mostly, how much they wanted you.

“She is too fucking hot, I swear watching you two kiss, ugh-” Chucky groaned, head tipping back as he took a drag off his smoke and Tiffany sighed out, spoon stirring her coffee in her mug as she asked aloud, “Her lips are so soft, how are they so soft?”

“Fuck if I know.” He said with a shake of his head before saying, “I can’t wait to see you two do more than just kiss.”

“Yeah too tame for you right? Need more than that to really get off?” She asked with a coy smile and he said, “Naturally. Don’t act like you don’t like watching me with her, I saw your face.”

“You got me there, it is really hot.” She admitted and he said, “I can’t wait to really touch her.”

“Oh same, she has no idea what she is in for.” She said as she leaned forward on her forearms, he was scooping some egg onto his fork as he inquired, “Yeah, you gonna rock her world?”

“Obviously Chucky.” She assured with a raise of her eyebrows as she picked up a piece of toast spread with strawberry jam and he thought. For a long moment before speaking, “You know what might be fun, Tiff?”

Her eyes lit up, leaning over the table with a point of a well manicured finger, “I know that look! You have a game in mind!” A casual shrug, another drag and she gave him an expectant look before he said, “Maybe I do.”

“Well spill! I am dying to hear.” She encouraged and he leaned forward, speaking lower to her, “Okay here me out on this one, okay?”

She listened, the smile refusing to leave her lips as he outlined a little bet. A contest of sorts. Who could get you off first and hardest, him or her. Tiffany was more than in, she was wet at the very thought.

Both intended to have you solo before your coming date, both totally fine with this arrangement and excited as all hell to pull it off. A hand shake over the table once basic rules were laid down and a word of may the best man win passed over their remaining food before the check came.

But you didn’t know all that. You just thought it was a hot, spur of the moment thing, a spontaneous thing that was driven by need, which in part, it definitely was, this whole contest was pushed by the need that Chucky and Tiffany shared for you.

Just based on what he said, as simple as it was, you didn’t doubt him. They seemed to be really honest with each other and were fine with sharing you, talking about them both hooking up with you solo didn’t seem out of the realm of possibility. So you decided to trust him.

“Well I’ll be honest Chuck, I’m really glad for that because holy shit was that good.” You said with a soft laugh, a shake of your head in disbelief, your legs still didn’t feel normal as you walked beside him. He squeezed your hand, pulling on it so your shoulder bumped into his as he teased, “I know I’m pretty great, right?”

Another laugh pulled from you, he was too good at making you laugh, a wide smile as you said, “I better be careful what I say. If your head gets too big it might just pop and Tiffany would never forgive me.”

“Forgive you? Hell, catch her in the right mood and she’d thank you.” He joked as you both turned down the next street towards the train station.

Your timing couldn’t have been better, if you had taken the time to put your own hands to work you would have missed the train for sure, it was on the approach as you reached the platform. You turned to him, arms around his neck you leaned up and kissed him and once you did you realised you could taste yourself on his lips. His hands on your hips he kissed you back and pulled away when you heard the train stop on the platform took everything in you. Reluctantly breaking apart, “Sorry, gotta go, bye!”

“Go on, see you Wednesday!” He called and you threw him a wave as you headed into the train car.

He watched the doors slide closed and the train head down the tracks before he makes his way back to his and Tiffany’s apartment. He catches himself whistling, very pleased with how it went, the lingering flavour of you clinging to his lips. He still felt hard, his mind running over what he just did to you. The way you sounded and your body moved, so receptive and responsive, so hot for him you were fine getting fingered in an alleyway in mid-winter, you in that short little outfit you wore for work. If only you knew what he and Tiffany did in that alley weeks back. If you knew that they murdered that man that you pointed out in the club, Randall, in that very same alley, less than five feet away from where he made you cum against the wall, you probably wouldn’t have been so eager. You didn’t need to know all that, didn’t need to know that man was dead because you couldn’t keep your mouth shut.

If only you knew the other people you kept unintentionally pointing out to them with all the people you knew from your work. A lot of fun had been had already with him and Tiffany engaging in their little hobby more often and more safely thanks to you. He couldn’t wait to get home and brag about his big success to Tiffany.

You didn’t feel any of that winter chill again on your walk home. You slept so well, the day was great, flew by and before you knew it you were back at work and it is slow yet again. But that is Tuesdays for you, small groups, all having a few casual drinks, nothing crazy, very manageable.

So you were pretty free up when she came in. As soon as she came in she made her way straight to you. A table near the bar, leaning against it and right next to you, a warm smile on her face, “Hey there sweet thing.”

“Tiffany! Hi!” The urge to hug her hello was great but you managed to hold it back. “What are you doing here?” You asked and she shrugged, “Wanted a drink, figured where better than here.”

That made you feel warm all over again. Her first choice was here, where you worked, to come and see you and spend time with you.

“Really? Well how sweet. What can I get you?” The question rolled off your tongue with practised ease and she said, “Mmm thinking something strong.”

“Strong?” You asked and she sighed, “Yeah, hard day. Need to loosen up. Need the courage too.”

“The courage? What do you need courage for exactly?” You asked with a giggle, she was already so confident and she leaned closer saying in that utterly addictive voice of hers, “Trust me, if I am going to try to drag you off to that bathroom for a little one on one time I am going to need it.”

Oh fuck.

Was she trying to kill you?

“So I should go and get you that shot.” You said as you started to pull away and she laughed, “Yeah better hurry up honey.”

You went to the bar and in less than a minute and a half you came back, tray in hand with two shots, you set the tray down on the table and she asked, “Two? I asked for one.”

“One’s for me.” You said as you picked it up, tapped it twice on the table top before bringing it up and with a small gesture you said, “Cheers.”

And you threw it back and Tiffany laughed before following suit, your first real drink together. A hastily taken shot of vodka with no chaser was swallowed down by both of you. Shot glasses turned upside down onto the tray and you look around, no one else looks like they need anything, your few co-workers on this barely staffed Tuesday night are all occupied and not looking so you take her hand and say, “Come on.”

You end up in that same bathroom, the one you met outside of for the first time, the one you shared your first kiss in, and now you and her were scrambling into a stall, closing the door behind you both.

While it was slow right now and no one needed you, it wouldn’t stay that way, so you had to rush, get your fill now. Your body felt even more receptive than last night, was it because of that? Because her long time partner got you off in an alleyway a few blocks from here before going back home to her? You wondered briefly as your lips met hers, what they did last night, what did he tell her, could she taste any of the remaining flavour of you on his lips? Brief images of the pair of them passionately making out, touching, groping, stripping each other, fuck, you were dying to know more of what they looked like, the small bits you’ve seen exposed were not enough. Fucking winter in Chicago cock blocking you from not seeing more of their bodies yet.

Even though you can’t see as much as you might like, you were feeling plenty, Tiffany’s body pressed to yours, her hands cradling your face as she led the kiss and you followed along eagerly. You stopped thinking about the pair of them focusing on the moment, on how she feels. On how she tasted, like the cigarette she must have had on the way over and of the vodka shot you both downed and another flavour below all that, one that was totally and thoroughly her.

She broke away only briefly to say, “I’ve been thinking about this since the last time I saw you.”

A small breathless giggle leaves you before you place another quick kiss on her lips before asking, “Really?”

“Oh God yeah, I hated not being able to touch you and kiss you good-bye like I really wanted to.” She affirmed with a wide grin and you loved she felt the same way that you did because Lord knows you wanted to do the same when she was in here last.

You didn’t need to hear more, you pulled her to you and kissed her again, she let out a soft moan against your lips that only made you kiss her deeper. Her tongue slipped into your mouth first and you rushed to match her. The make out session was fast paced, knowing again that you couldn’t be in here forever, as much as you wished that was the case, it was boring tonight but to be fair anything that isn’t making out with Tiffany sounded boring and awful and unimportant and unnecessary at this moment.

She had this amazing give and take she would pull you along with her, would assault your senses with her, a trace of her tongue, brushing her lips against yours, a small bite pulling a moan from you. It felt right and natural, like you knew just what to do next, just what she wanted, it was all communicated with startling ease. Again the similarities and differences between her and Chucky hit you, he tried to have a bit more self control than she did but she was really throwing herself into this. She seemed to be just as affected but was more willing to really give in. Her hands had slipped down from your face, fingertips skated over your neck and down your chest and she started to move down, kissing down your neck, a bite that made you want to yelp but you hold it in.

“C’mon don’t do that, we’re alone in here.” She prompted as she sunk lower, kissing over your exposed collarbone and she pressed further as heat curled in your stomach, “You can let it out a little.”

You think she could convince you to do just about anything with that voice of hers. Her hands on your ribs as she kept moving down, kissing the exposed part of your chest and lower and lower still you arched off the wall of the stall, closer to her. What was she doing, where was she going, she took her coat off, barely pulling away from you, laying it down on the floor and as soon it was there, so was she. A few more kisses down your stomach and she was on her knees, hands now on your hips and you gasped out, “Tiff-any?”

She laughed, looking up at you as her hands kept wandering, down your thighs before coming up, starting to slide up the bottom of your dress, “Yes?”

“Wha-what are you doing?” You asked much more out of breath than you meant to sound as she caught your gaze. “Isn’t it obvious? Something I’ve been dreaming about…”

Her hands were under your dress and her fingers were hooking in the sides of your underwear and she asked, “Is that okay with you?”

She wanted to eat you out right here, right now and she thought there might even be the slightest doubt that you didn’t want that just as much as she did?

“Yes, God yes, please-” You begged, head resting against the wall, unable to keep eye contact, it was too much but she didn’t mind. You didn’t need to look at her to hear the smile in her tone as she said, “Thank fuck.”

She dragged your underwear down, practically had to peel it off of you from how wet you were, you could feel how damp the crotch of your panties were as she pulled them far enough to drop down and pool at your feet. She tapped your leg and you stepped one foot out of them, her hand moved, encouraging you to put one of your legs over her shoulder. You do as she wanted, your back still leaning against the stall wall for extra support, she pushed your dress up over your hips and you were truly exposed to her.

“Holy shit.” She sounded almost awed and you asked quietly, “What?”

“Is every part of you so fucking beautiful?” The inquiry was said genuinely, so sincerely, how were you supposed to stay on your feet?

You were weak, totally fucking weak for her.

The sensation of her breath on your inner thigh steals your own. She didn’t waste more time, almost like you being inches away without her tasting you was painful for her. You understood, you were aching pretty badly but her lips made contact and that feeling was both soothed and nurtured. She kissed over you, mound and lips and the crease where thigh stops and soaked heat begins until you were squirming, a soft, “Please Tiff-”

Is what urges her to give you what you truly need. All it took was one well placed kiss on your clit to make you moan out loud and to cause you to actually drip down your thigh. Her tongue slid up through your folds and you gasped and she moaned against you, after that all bets were off. Your taste was addictive. Your reactions even more so.

She wished she didn’t have to rush this, wishing that she could take all the time in the world to truly worship you and your body but in this particular venue that wasn’t an option. She was far too hungry for that anyway, she simply needed, had to have, needed to take. How she felt was communicated easily in how she moved, her hot pink tongue licking up and over your folds in a famished sort of reverence. Up she would trace before descending back down again but, she did something you hadn’t experienced previously while on the receiving end of this particular act, she wouldn’t break contact. Her tongue would run up, soft and sweet, moving through your folds, up and over your clit and then her head would dip back down but the back of her tongue, somehow impossibly softer, would run back over the path she had just foraged on the movement of her sliding down. And she continued this beautiful torture, a perfect steady rythm with pressure as delicious as you tasted to her. Up and over and down and back on and on.

It made you shiver, made you struggle to keep your breathing even as you tried to endure, you couldn’t speak in coherent sentences, simple attempts were made but all that came through was her name and words that were trying to praise her. The best you got out, as broken as it was being, “So good.”

Time is again, sadly, limited and even as you shake, moaning and nearly being crushed under the weight of the pleasure she was bestowing upon you, she needed to feel it. Need to make you break, tangle your hands in her hair and grind your cunt on her tongue and cum in a fashion that threatens your secret to be revealed and people outside the confines of this bathroom to become aware of what you were up to. Her plush lips wrapping around your sensitive bud and she sucks carefully, experimentally and your head is thrown back so fast and hard you nearly smack it on the stall wall behind you. A loud gasp, hands laid flat on the wall of the stall, scrambling for any kind of purchase, a rock of your hips, she takes the invitation and sucks harder, deeper. Her tongue swirls over the part of you caught in her mouth and you whimper, she feels you pulse against her tongue and she soothes you further with more affection.

Another suck, another swirl and her hands squeeze you reassuringly, one on your thigh and one on your hip, encouragement to do it, chase it, get yours and you again, unspoken, listen. You buck, hips squirm, another grind and she moans against you from how confident the movement is. The vibration makes your eyes squeeze shut and you moan out her name from the increase of sensation, “Tiffany!”

She doesn’t relent, she presses on, she can feel how you tremble, know you are almost there, ragged breathing, chest heaving and the excitement she feels is intense. You are so close, almost there, about to cum for the very first time from something she is doing, first of hopefully many. You already taste amazing but she cannot wait to drink from you post orgasm, to really taste pure and concentrated you. It happens in a second, on the very edge of bliss, teetering there, so close but not quite to then shifting your hips just so, pushing yourself harder into her mouth as she sucks and you cum.

The feeling of it practically knocks the wind out of you, a mixture of a choked sob and a gasp spills from your lips as your clit throbs on her tongue, your one leg you are standing on almost gives out from under you. She slows her movements on your come down and releases you before slipping her tongue lower, lapping at your drooling hole, drinking you down and you squirm again from the small overstimulation before she pulls back with a sigh of contentment Your eyes reopen and you look down at her still on her knees, smiling up at you, mouth wet and eyes warm and mischievous. “So…?”

You let out a laugh, a shake of your head as you slowly catch your breath, “What do you think?”

“Amazing?” She offered up and you said, “Close, not sure I have words for how that felt yet. Get back to me on it?”

“Deal.” She affirmed with a nod.

She hoisted your leg off her shoulder only when you gave her the go ahead you were sure you could handle it and then you held out both hands and helped her up. Her jacket was picked up and thrown over her arm and you both came out of the bathroom stall. She walked over to the sinks as she shrugged her coat back in, hand dipping into the pocket, she licked her lips and you noticed as you looked at her in the mirror she hadn’t worn lipstick when she came in.

The realisation washed over you as she pulled out the golden tube and started to apply her lipstick only when her lips had been totally cleaned of the remainder of you. She spread the dark berry colour and you asked, “Did you come in knowing you wanted to do this?”

She laughed, pausing applying the lipcolour as she asked, “What?”

“You came in with no lipstick on. Did you really come in here fully knowing that you were going to drag me in here and we were going to do this?” You asked as you came up right beside her, one hand on the countertop as you leaned over her shoulder, staring her down in the mirror.

She turned her head, coy smile on her face, recapping her lipstick before putting it away, you turned your head too, meeting her gaze as she said, “Maybe.”

“Oh you conniving little-” You teased with a big smile and she cut you off with a kiss to your cheek. “Hey, c’mon I think it was pretty nice of me to do that so you wouldn’t be all marked up and can get back to work with no suspicion.”

True, it really was and you laughed out, “Okay, okay, thank you.”

“Now you gotta get back out there before they notice you are gone and I gotta go.” She said easily as she started to pull away and you grabbed her hand, keeping her close, “Awe so soon?”

She leaned in, a deep kiss that made the pout get wiped clean from your face, her tongue slips into your mouth and you taste yourself, mind goes blank as she forces the flavour of your own cunt onto you. Eyes flutter closed and you kiss her back, a beautiful moment shared before she pulls back and checks her watch before saying, “Sorry sugar. I got a dinner reservation. I really gotta go.”

Your eyes slide back open, a dopey smile on your face and you give a single nod, “Mmhmm, okay.”

She let out a musical laugh again before saying, “I’ll see you tomorrow for our date.”

“Yeah see you then.” Your eyes follow her as she heads out, heels clicking on the tile, hand meets handle and she stops, a look over her shoulder, “Might wanna check your lipstick before you get back out there.” With a wink and pull of the door she was gone.

After she left you behind you turn to look in the mirror and see that your own lips were a mess, smudged with her much darker lipstick as well as an imprint from where she kissed your cheek. “Shit.”

Once your lipstick was fixed and you got back out there no one noticed you had gone, thank God for that. You finished the rest of the date, thinking of last night with Chucky and now tonight with Tiffany and honestly way too excited for tomorrow's date, wondering what just might happen with both of them at once.

Tiffany came into the restaurant, long purposeful strides as she made her way to their table, spotting him was easy. She leaned down, a kiss pressed to his cheek before she slid into the seat as she took off her coat. “There you are, I was wondering when you’d grace me with your presence.”

“Sorry I ran a bit late, wanted to grab a drink before I got here and it ran unexpectedly long.” She said as she settled into the chair across from him. “Oh really? An’ where did you get this drink exactly?”

“What’s it to you?” She fired back with a smile and he said, “Just wondering what was keeping my girl away from me, is that a crime?”

“Not one punishable by a court of law anyway.” She said as she reached to pick up the drink he had already ordered for her.

“What did you have to drink if I may ask because I have a feeling of what it mighta been.” He was leaning closer, arms resting on the table and she said with a coy shrug, “A shot of vodka.”

“A shot, huh? On an empty stomach, pre-dinner?” He asked and she teased. “Yeah, that a problem for you sweet face?”

“Nope, not at all. Just makes me curious. A shot is typically real quick and you took so long. You sure that is the only drink you had?” He pressed and she said, “Well maybe I did have one more.”

“And did that drink happen to be called-” The waiter came by and set down the appetisers he had ordered prior to her arrival, effectively cutting off and spoiling Chucky’s little joke, something that made Tiffany grin as she watched how annoyed it made him. The waiter left promptly and the blonde finally filled him in, “I know you won’t let it go till I spill so yes, I paid our new friend a visit and had a taste.”

“I fucking knew it.” He said with a shake of his head as he reached out to start digging into the food and she sighed, “I couldn’t help it, I got a taste when you came home last night and it just wasn’t enough, had to go get some for myself.”

She said nothing after that until he asked, “Well?”

“Well what?” She said in a faux innocent tone, trying to pretend she didn’t know what he meant. “What do you mean what?! I gave you all the details about what I did last night, so c’mon share with the class.”

She knew just what he wanted but had wanted to hear him say it. “Okay so I get there right?”

She told him all about how you both talked, flirted, shared a shot and made it to the bathroom, the intense make out and how she got on her knees for you and made you totally see stars all from her talented mouth. He was very impressed and also, completely hard under the table as he listened to her speak in hushed tones with that sultry voice so the nearby tables wouldn’t overhear them. The fact she did that less an twenty minutes ago before coming here was so fucking hot to him.

They both didn’t get too into talking about how fantastic you were, both were still in a public setting and they knew if they got started they wouldn’t be able to stop or keep their hands off each other. Both did allow a small moment to gush before Tiffany said, “So clearly I won.”

That made Chucky cover his mouth with the back of his hand, speaking around his mouthful, “The fuck makes you think that?”

“Uh I dunno she nearly collapsed when I made her cum, and if you would have heard the sounds she was making there is no doubt I’m the winner-” She started and he swallowed before saying, “No, no, the bet was who did it first and I beat you to it last night-”

“First AND hardest I believe were the exact terms used, sure you might have made her cum first but I definitely made her cum harder than you did.” She insisted and he said, “Oh don’t throw around words like fucking ‘deffinetly’ over this!”

“Again you weren’t there Chuck-” She began but was promptly cut off, “And you weren’t there when I was with her either, Tiff!”

The fight was undeniably playful as they teased one another and argued over who was the true winner but over the course of dinner they made no progress. As he was paying for the bill he said with a sigh, “I think we’ve reached an impasse.”

“Definitely. Think we have to get her opinion tomorrow to really settle this.” She was slipping her coat back on and so was he, “Agreed, and just you wait, you’re gonna be going down.”

“Oooh twice in two days, how fun.” She said casually as she started to head out, rushing to follow behind her as he deadpanned, “Ha-ha, you’re hilarious.”

“I know.” She said warmly as she took his hand as they walked out onto the street.

You made sure to leave the house early that day, didn’t want to even have the smallest risk of being late. It was cloudy and overcast, not unusual for this time of year, light snowfall dusting your shoulders as you made your way into the park. The three of you planned your date a few days ago and you had made the suggestion of ice skating, something Tiffany ood’ over and Chuck seemed less than impressed about even though he tried to hide it.

You hadn’t been skating in a while, not nearly enough this winter and you were looking forward to this and some lunch afterwards. You were the one who picked this rink, it was your favourite, you loved skating in the park, definitely the best of the ice rink’s you’d tired in town so far. They had actually got here first, also clearly had plans of being on time and you greeted the pair warmly. You were in your warmest coat pulled tight around you, gloves and pants, a hat, you felt very cosy and comfortable at the moment, winter chill kept far away.

They both looked weather appropriate, Tiffany was in pants for once, they looked way too good on her, they hugged her thighs beautifully and her coat was thicker than usual, even he went for warmer attire but he still had the leather gloves and red scarf on and you were slowly starting to associate with him.

A hug for each of them, “Hiii, how are you both?”

“Hey! Good.” Chucky said, “I’ve been looking forward to this.” Tiffany said with a smile. Skates were rented by the pair as you sat on a nearby bench, lacing up the skates you brought along. “You own yours?”

He asked and you nodded, “Mmhmm, sure do.” You replied as you finished tying up your left skate.

“You like that much?” Tiffany asked, “Duh, it’s so much fun.”

She smiled wider at your use of the word ‘duh’ and so did he, a reminder of previous times together. Tiffany leaned over to him as she said, “Hear that Chucky? It’s fun.”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m here aren’t I? I’m trying it.” He argued with a small smile. You stood up and said, “C’mon Tiff, he’s making an effort, give the man some credit.”

Once you were all in your skates you started, stepped onto the ice and glided with ease, a few strides out before making a turn to face where they would come onto the rink. Tiffany follows suit, relative ease as she makes her way out, she skates right on up to you and you swear the smile refuses to leave your face. This was going to be such a good afternoon.

You hear the exclamation and that makes you both look to see Chucky, on the ice now, both arms out, clearly having just stopped himself from falling and eating total shit.

His eyes met yours, a coy smile on your face and a raise of your eyebrows and his expression hardened, determined. He carefully pushed with one foot and instead of switching, keeping momentum going, he pushed again with the same foot and then again. It was like a kid trying to ride a skateboard, badly. He was getting nowhere fast and he almost fell again and just barely stopped himself once more.

You didn’t suppress your giggle as you and Tiffany both skated over, taking one hand each, you soothed, “It’s alright Chuck.”

“Yeah sweet face, we got you. We won’t let you fall.” She added on and he sighed, head hanging for a moment, “Gee thanks.”

“Awe there is no shame in not knowing how to skate, now stop sulking and let’s have some fun.”

You and Tiffany both led, holding onto his hands casually as you showed him how to skate, helped him maintain his balance as you instructed and he slowly started to pick up on it. Not needing to hang on as tight as you went.

“People are looking.” He said sternly and you laughed, “No one is looking Chuck!”

“They are! Grown ass man doesn’t know how to skate and needs-” He started to rant and Tiffany cut him off, “-to be pressed between two really hot women with their hands on him? How terrible.”

The snow continued to fall and he continued to improve as easy conversation flowed between the three of you. This was much better than you hoped honestly. Being able to do this, holding hands as a trio in public on a date, even if it was under the excuse of making sure ol Chuck didn’t fall flat on his face, was nice. So, so fucking nice, something you didn’t think you could have honestly.

You skated for a long time, conversation and comfortable silence as you skated together until the cold had made its way through your skates biting your toes and numbing your gloved fingers making you all leave the rink. Skates returned and regular shoes back on, your own skates the laces tied and hoisted over your shoulder, you all make your way and rush to find some serious warmth.

You leave the park and find a nice restaurant you had heard good things about but had never been to before, you left your skates by the door and were all seated around a table, still shivering, desperate to warm up. The waiter came by and you all ordered coffee and as soon as it was brought mugs were in freezing palms to help remedy the chill. The coffee helps as you all look over menus and then lunch is ordered, sandwiches and a big plate of fries in the middle of the table to all split.

“You don’t like malt vinegar?” You asked and Chucky scrunched up his nose, “On fries? Not really, what’s wrong with ketchup? It’s a classic.”

“I guess, just seems so juvenile.” You teased as you took a portion of the fries and moved them to your plate. “Then it fits him to a T obviously.” Tiffany said as she picked up a fry and popped it in her mouth.

Before Chucky could argue she then said, “You know I hear people in other parts of the world eat fries with mayo.”

“Mayo? Like as in nnaise?” You asked and Chucky snorted out a laugh before he added on, “That sounds made up.”

“Swear to God, the total truth.” She said with one hand up and the other over her chest like she was swearing on the bible itself. You didn’t care much for God but had to admit, even without having actually seen them, that her chest was much more worthy of your worship. You shake the thought from your head and he argues further, “Bullshit, where’d you hear it?”

“I read it in a book, I read, you know.” She said dropping her hands and you smile as the conversation continues on. Chucky wondering if they should get some mayonnaise to actually try it and see if it was any good, something you decided to put the kibosh on.

Midway through the meal you asked them, “So you lived near there, how is New York? I’ve never been.”

They both groaned, he started, “Oh my God-”

And she finished, “-So overrated.”

“Really?” You leaned closer as they both went on, you are reminded of your last date, it was interesting that it wasn’t just Chucky saying it this time, Tiffany seemed totally on the same page about this one, deemed it worthy of going off on.

“It is loud-” He said, “-and noisy-” she said, “-and dirty!” he added.

It was almost like a dance, a patter to it, back and forth, your eyes flitting between the pair as they expounded their intense dislike.

“The people are rude!”

“Too many people, period!”

“Full of pretentious-”

“-snobby-”

“-Goddamn assholes.”

You held up both hands, a light laugh, “Okay, okay, fuck, is this gonna be a trend on our dates? I gotta be careful what I ask about or I’m gonna get a rant?”

“Sorry, just, fuck, New York sucks! They like to think they are so much better than everyone else, such a piss off.” Chucky said and Tiffany said, “He’s right, but really sorry about that.”

“I’m kidding around, it’s fine! I like the passion.” You admitted and Tiffany said, “How about next time we let you get a rant in? Make it even?”

“Sounds fair to me.”

You did mean what you said, listening to them talk like that was fun, very entertaining. You could listen to them go on like that for much longer.

Lunch was done and everyone was warmed up, the bill paid up and you ventured back into the cold afternoon outside. The afternoon was still young and you weren’t in a rush to get anywhere and neither were they so you all did some casual window shopping. Eventually finding yourself in a bookstore.

You are all looking around, eventually you make your way to the back of the stacks, checking out the horror novels, far from view when you soon feel you aren’t alone any longer. You feel a hand slide onto your lower back and you turn to see Chucky right there, leaning onto the shelf next to you. “Heya stranger.” You start and he said, “Hey to you too.”

You feel the book being taken out of your hand and it makes your head turn to the other side, seeing Tiffany looking at the back of the book you had selected. You had been effectively cornered, boxed in by the duo and you were feeling it.

“Good pick, I hear this one is great.” Tiffany praised as she held the book up and you started to respond but instead you felt Chucky’s hands wandering, sliding onto your waist, pulling you closer to him.

“Woah, Chuck, what are you doing?” You stage whispered to him, a slight struggle and you felt his lips on the back of your neck, “Awe c’mon they can’t see us back here. Live a little.”

“Yeah hon. You are fine cumming in alleyways and public bathrooms at your fucking job but the back stacks are too far?” Tiffany asked, leaning much closer to you, her lips mere inches from yours as she continued on. “You know we had a little something we wanted to talk to you about.”

“Talk to me about?” You asked, trying not to get lost in her eyes or be too distracted by the way Chucky’s hands squeezed and how he kissed your neck.

“Well Tiff and I had a little wager-”

His teeth grazed and you asked breathlessly, “A wager?”

“A bet. And we need you to settle it for us.” Tiffany said and you asked, eyes threatening to slide closed, Chucky asked, “Can you do that for us sweetheart?”

“I-I can certainly try.” You had no idea what they were talking about, a bet? What kind of bet could they need your input on?

That is when they spilled it all. Tiffany’s lips brushing yours as she tucked some hair behind your ear as she told you how it started. Chucky admitted it was his idea. The sheer need they both felt for you, the intense want to make you feel good, how that desire drove them to this small contest to see who could do it better.

The way that they gave this admission was nearly too much, it was uttered with no small amount of heat and very, very playful too. Wander hands, stolen kisses and you were feeling very excited, wet, ready and wanting, especially as they recounted certain details, praised the sounds you made and the way you tasted, how hot they both found the solo hookups being recounted were. It made you feel good, more than good, it had the effect they wanted, you felt very wanted, desirable.

To think they would go to the lengths of inventing this contest to have their way with you and put your enjoyment, your pleasure at the very centre of it.

When they were done telling you this you gasped out, “So what’s the problem?”

“We need to know who did the better job of course.” He said and she pressed, “Yeah, tell us sweet thing, who made you cum harder?”

How could you even begin to answer that question?

Both were so good, but so different, you enjoyed both hookups for different reasons. The build up, the teasing and the taking, how confident they both were, the locations and of course the physical aspect were fantastic, you had no way of being able to pick. You hum and haw and they don’t stop prompting you, they don’t stop touching you either. Tiffany’s hand almost between your legs, manicured nails brush over the material of your inner thigh and even through the material of your pants you want to shiver.

“I-I uh dunno, I just, ugh I dunno who was better-” Which was true you really didn’t but they didn’t seem to like that answer.

“Awe, you really can’t pick?” He asked and you shook your head, “I really can’t.”

“Why not?” She asked and you said, “I-...You were both so, so good, I can’t decide-”

“Well that isn’t gonna work.” He nipped at your ear lobe and she kissed you deeply and you melted as you were squeezed between them. They both broke away, she said, “We gotta know for sure.”

He nodded to what Tiffany asked, “How are we gonna know? Do we need a repeat performance?”

You felt yourself throb and leak at the very suggestion. You tried to play it cool as you said, “Maybe we do need that.”

They both shared a private look over your shoulder, a shared smile as they locked eyes and you asked quickly, “Can we go somewhere else to settle this properly?”

Tiffany and Chucky had just the answer and they knew just what to say. Still so close he asked low in your ear, “How about our place?”

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