Chapter 29
When Denise walked into The Firm's reception, she gave Elaine a peck
on the cheek and went off to make coffee. It was still a good fifteen
minutes before most of the staff would arrive, and before Denise
would normally have started, herself. She brought the coffee through
to Elaine, and soon the two were sipping coffee, just contemplating the
events of the previous night, and what they would mean. Again.
"You know Laney, when we were together I'd thought of a threesome,
fantasized about it I mean, but the opportunity never arose. That was
more than just a little fun last night. That was a first for me!"
Elaine smiled. "I met Susan in a three. It was after we split, obviously,
and I'd gone out with this other girl a couple of times, and we hit some
bars, and, well, it just seemed to happen. She seemed disturbed by it,
and we split very soon after." Elaine's eyes grew distant as she
remembered. "But Susan and I just seemed to grow together from
there on in."
They sat in the comfort that only two people who have grown close
can manage. A few early starters came in. One or two gave the girls a
curious look, most were still concerned with getting started
themselves.
After five minutes or so, Denise stood, gave Elaine a peck on the
cheek and told her, "I'd best be off and start seeing to work, Laney. I'll
speak to you soon."
Denise went to her desk, and Elaine began sorting through overnight
messages ready to pass them on as people came in.
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Anne and Stan came into The Firm together. Both were smiling,
happy, content. Stan had his fingers unconsciously entwined in Anne's
as they came into the reception area.
As it was only Elaine in there, Stan glanced at Anne and leant in to
give her a kiss, which Anne returned with interest - and considerable
reinvestment!
"Hey you two! As they say over there, 'Get a room!' " Elaine laughed.
Stan and Anne glared at her, then smiled again to show they didn't
mean it. They kissed again, and then each went their separate ways.
Stan entered his office area, noted that Elizabeth was in, as usual, and
that Bob had made it in already as well. Elizabeth was watering his
plants.
Stan said a cheery "Good morning!" and went behind his desk to turn
on his PC. Bob called out "You're cheerful this morning!" and Elizabeth
echoed with "Someone's happy!"
Stan paused on his way to get his morning coffee. "Yes I am, this
morning. Anne and I just had a nice evening together. She cooked
some fish, we had some nice wine, listened to some music, read a
little... just a nice evening. It sort of set me up for the day!"
"Nothing more to it, huh, Stan?" asked Bob, rhetorically. "I wonder if
Anne's walking around as happy as our Stan, here?" he asked
Elizabeth, with a smirk, but the twinkle in his eye showed that he was
teasing.
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Later that morning, Stan and Denise were in the Sales conference
room, explaining their documentation program and its use. While the
meeting went reasonably well, and most of the staff had no problems
or comments, it was after the meeting that trouble occurred.
Somehow or another Ewan had divined that Denise was no longer with
her boyfriend.
"Say, Denise, you fancy a drink tonight after work?" he asked, jangling
the gold bracelet on his arm.
"No thanks Ewan, but thanks all the same."
"Oh, go on. You know you want to. You don't want to be spending the
nights alone, do you?" Ewan asked. Denise could feel the oil ooze from
where she stood. Besides, she told herself, she didn't have to be
alone, did she?
"No, Ewan, thank you." She turned to go. Stan was simply watching
the two of them. It was fascinating, in the same way as an impending
train crash.
"Tomorrow night, then."
Denise halted in her tracks. She turned back to Ewan, annoyance now
plain on her face, in her body language.
"Ewan. No! Not tonight, not tomorrow night, not any night. Do I have
to make it plainer?"
Ewan sneered.
"Ah, I don't know why I bothered. You're probably not worth it
anyway. You prefer old men who won't run too fast for you, if you
know what I mean."
Stan bristled. Denise didn't bother; she reacted, lifting a hand to
strike, but Stan, behind and on that side, automatically reached out
and caught the arm, preventing Denise from getting herself fired. He
was about to say something when Ewan stalked past him, out of the
door.
"Remind me how he managed to get a job here in the first place?" he
facetiously asked the mesmerised group still in the room.
"Well, when your Dad is one of the major shareholders and a former
director..." someone answered.
"That's gotta be the reason!" snapped Denise, "Well, he'd better stay
out of my way for the rest of the day at least. Sheesh!" Then she
swivelled on her heel and looked at Stan, thoughtfully, her expression
turning grateful as she said, "I guess I should say 'Thank You!' to you
for stopping me from hitting him. I'd have got fired, wouldn't I?" By
the end of the last sentence, Denise was looking guilty as well.
Stan reached out and lifted her chin with his forefinger. He told her
quietly, "Denise, I think we'd all have said you were justified, but yes,
it probably wouldn't have been good. Ewan's a snake, but as Tim said,
he's pretty secure here what with his Dad and all that. Best to stay out
of his way for a bit, huh?"
Denise nodded, eyes bright and glittery, and turned to walk away.
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Ewan, it seemed, hadn't forgotten that Stan had been there. On Friday
afternoon, after he'd been to the pub, he saw Stan walking out of the
lab area with Anne. He called loudly to his long-suffering assistant,
"Huh! There goes a guy who can't wait for his wife to be cold in her
grave, he grabs the first thing that offers itself, and then discards that
when something better comes along!"
Stan and Anne couldn't help but overhear, as was intended. He
checked his stride, but Anne tugged on his arm, intent on avoiding a
scene. Stan was at first surprised just how strong Anne was, but then
he reflected that he shouldn't be - she'd handled him without apparent
effort in bed.
With a low, hissed, "Come on!" Anne pulled him away and into
reception. There, they met Denise and Elaine. It was apparent that
they'd interrupted a conversation, so Anne again led Stan, this time
through and towards the exit on the opposite side, but Denise called
out before they got there.
"Stan, are you going to YB Studio on Monday night?"
Stan and Anne stopped. He looked at the blonde and on receiving a
nod said, "Yes, Denise, we are. You?"
"Yes," she replied, heatedly. "I'm fed up with having to pussyfoot
around people here, I'm damned if I'll do it outside work as well. If
Tom's there he'd just better stay away from me, that's all!"
The redhead looked about ready to explode. "Do you want to come
with us, Denise?" Anne asked, carefully.
Denise brightened a little. It seemed Anne would appreciate company.
"Yes, please, Anne, I think that would be nice." She looked at Elaine,
questioning. Elaine nodded her head minutely. "Yes, I'd like that a lot.
We can work out the details on Monday."
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That Friday evening, Denise was just finishing some housework when
the phone rang.
"Hi, Denise?" It was Susan.
"Hiya, Susan! How are you? Everything okay?" replied Denise, happy
to hear her voice. The young woman had come to mean a lot to her,
after all.
"Fine, fine. Elaine and I just wondered if you'd like to come over..."
Denise grinned. "Just come over, huh? Sure. D'you want me to bring
anything? Supper perhaps?"
Denise heard a giggle from the other end of the phone. "Rather
depends on what you want to eat, Denise!"
Denise cracked up. She couldn't help it, she simply roared. "Once not
enough for you, Susan? And I thought you were doing that for Elaine,
and me?"
"Well," said Susan, "Come on over and we can talk about it, huh?"
"I'll be a few minutes, there's some stuff I've got to take care of here,
then I'll race around there!" Denise said down the line.
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About forty-five minutes later Denise stood at the door of Susan's flat,
and rang the bell. She heard steps in the corridor beyond, and then
Elaine opened the door. "Come on in!" she told Denise.
"Hi Laney! I brought a bottle anyway," she told the younger blonde,
holding up a bottle of Pinot Grigio. "I popped into the supermarket on
the way over."
"Good. We'll pop it into the fridge for later, Susan's just opening a
bottle now," said Elaine, as they turned right into the kitchen. Susan
was there, corkscrew in hand, just removing the cork from a bottle.
"Hello Denise. Ooh! A bottle! Terrific! Elaine, you want to pop that into
the fridge while I finish up with this one?"
Shortly thereafter, the three of them were in Susan's living room, each
with a large glass of chilled white wine. Susan and Elaine were on the
sofa, while Denise had chosen the chair after (again) removing the
bunnies.
"Cheers!" said Susan, and they all sipped.
"So," said Denise after a while, "what exactly did you have in mind for
tonight?"
"Well, I thought we could have a bit of supper, watch a DVD and see
how things go," said Susan. "I enjoyed the other night, and I know
Elaine did, and I rather think you did too," she continued, "even if you
did sneak out without waking me up for a good morning kiss." As she
finished, she made a moue.
"I told you, we didn't want to wake you up, silly!" said Elaine, putting
one hand on her lover's thigh. Susan put one of her hands on top.
"So, do you want this to be something more than just fun, Susan?"
asked Denise, seriously. "The three of us?"
"I don't see why not, and neither does Elaine. We've spoken about it,"
and Elaine nodded as she went on, "and we both feel that we'd like to
include you. If you're willing, that is, anyway."
"Um. I confess I'd not thought about this any further than a 'once or
twice if I'm lucky' piece of fun."
"Yes you had, Denise," Elaine told her, "you just didn't realize it at the
time. That morning, remember? You said that if we wanted to repeat,
that Susan and I would have to remember that you're bi, and that
you'd want to get a man in your life sometimes. So you were already
thinking about it then, really."
"Yes, and to answer that specific point - Elaine and I have no problem
if you want to date a guy outside of us. We'll not want to join in
though, obviously! All we ask is that you're responsible, and that you
let us know what's going on."
Denise replied to them both, "Okay. I'm going to want to keep my own
place, and I'll probably sleep there sometimes too, to give you two
some space to yourselves. I'm not stupid. I know that you'll be the
most important things to each other, and that I'm, well, secondary.
I'm the one looking in from outside. Don't try to give me the spare
room, that's not enough distance. We can see each other, make love,
or just hang out, or whatever, depending on how things work out, but
you two are the main couple, I'm the add-on, and I'm happy with
that."
Susan looked serious, but Elaine grinned at her. "I told you you'd been
thinking about it. You just hadn't dared to bring it up, had you?"
Denise looked guiltily down at her shoes, but she too was smiling.
Susan said, "You're important to us both, though, you know that,
Denise. I thought I'd made that clear the other night?"
Denise stood, went to Susan, knelt by the sofa and took her hand.
With a lump in her throat and glittering eyes, she said, "Thank you,
Susan. Yes, I know. I feel for you, and for you too, Elaine. Well, you
know that."
"So, what do we do now? All hold hands together, or what?" she
finished.
"We enjoy the wine and some pasta, we watch a film and then we see
how things go," said Susan, "just as I told you earlier!"
While they were munching on the pasta, ("No garlic bread tonight!"
Elaine had specified, happily) Susan asked Denise, "Well, just how
much had you thought about 'Us' then?" making a sign for the quote
marks with her hands and nearly knocking Elaine's wine out of her
hand in the process.
Denise blushed. With her complexion and hair colour, it was
spectacular.
"Quite a bit, actually, in the all-of-two-days that I've had. I found
myself diagramming it out, like the good little computer techie that I
am! We're a triangle," and she demonstrated by placing the sea salt
and black pepper pots plus a jar of tomato pickle at the points of an
equilateral triangle. "The salt and pepper are you two, and I'm the
pickle," she said with a grin.
Her face fell serious again as she went on, with the other two leaning
forward in their seats, "The strongest bond is between the pair of you,
I think that's obvious. There's another link that's strong that goes
between Laney and me because of our relationship before, and
because we've stayed so close since. But I was thinking about how I
feel for you, Susan, and I think there's a strong link there, too."
Susan nodded, "I think so too," she told the redhead, softly,
meaningfully.
Denise had reached for her handbag. She pulled out some cotton
buds, laid two between the salt and pepper pots, and one between
each of them and the pickle jar.
"So this is how I'd diagram out the relationship. The double bond is
you two; you're all but married and probably will be later. The single
bonds are your ties to me, more than friends with benefits, less than
married. At least," she finished, surprising herself by actually being a
little shy now that she'd so boldly made her presentation, "that's the
way I see it, and I hope you see it that way, too."
She looked at Elaine and Susan, sitting on the sofa, still holding hands,
and then back to the condiments on the coffee table where she'd
placed them. When she looked back up, Elaine was looking at her with
watery eyes, and Susan smiled.
"There's one more thing."
They looked at her, expectantly.
"Someday I will want to be permanent with a guy. I need that, I came
to know that's what I wanted when I was with Elaine, and it hasn't
changed just 'cos I've been a poor chooser. But when I find him, or he
finds me, if he wants our little arrangement to end, what then?"
Susan's reaction was immediate.
"Obvious. You've said before you're bi with a preference for guys. No
problem, Denise. If some future guy wants you to be exclusive, then
tell us. There'll always be a place for you here, with us, if you want it.
If not as a lover, then always as a loved friend.
"Now, Elaine, you've been pretty quiet, as well as pretty," she said,
mussing the blonde hair of her lover. "Well, very pretty. Do you want
to say anything?"
Elaine swayed out away from Susan's hand in her hair, and said, "Yes,
I do. What about the three of us? Susan, what if Denny and I want to
be together, and you're not there?"
Denise broke in, "I will not be a part of breaking you up-"
But Susan overrode her. "No, no. You won't because I know, with
certainty, with every fabric of my being, that Elaine loves me. If you
two want to be together, that's fine by me. We just have to make sure
we all tell each other what's going on. Besides," she said with a glint in
her eye and a lift to one corner of her mouth, "it might be me and
Denise, not you, Elaine!"
Susan was silent for a moment. Elaine bit her lip. Denise sat still,
afraid even to breathe. There was something happening, and all three
of them knew it.
Susan closed her eyes in concentration. She shook her head in the
tiniest motion, and seemed to come to a decision, then pushed the
coffee table out of the way and stood, gracefully but with immediate
purpose.
"Come on, let's get this stuff into the kitchen. To hell with watching a
DVD, I want bed!"
Elaine and Denise both laughed and grabbed stuff to go to the
kitchen...
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All three undressed together, Denise feeling herself fizzing with
anticipation. She could tell from the looks on the faces of her two
lovers that they felt the same way.
Denise hugged Susan to her chest, and the young brunette answered
by kissing her fervently. Susan's lips parted in her upturned face,
tongue darting, questing. Elaine came behind her and began nuzzling
her, running her hands down her flanks, dragging the backs of her
fingernails there. Denise shuddered in response, feeling as if someone
were running a magic wand down her sides.
Denise pulled Susan closer, and they kissed. Denise wondered just
how lucky she could be, this wonderful young woman was welcoming
her into her arms, quite literally, and she felt a rush of affection for
her.
"Mmmmm, nice..." she heard in her ear as she nibbled at Susan's neck
with her lips, tongue moving in circles against the soft, sensitive skin
of her throat. It was the beginning of an erotic journey for all three.
Elaine meanwhile was playing with both girls' flanks, still using the
back of her nails. "Do you like this, Denise?" she asked, "I know Susan
does!" "Mmm hhmmm!" responded Denise, the sound somewhat
muffled by Susan's shoulder as she kissed her there.
Susan lowered herself gradually to her knees, kissing her way down
Denise's stomach. She subtly indicated to the redhead to move her
legs further apart, to give her better access to the fragrant centre of
her womanhood. Elaine, meanwhile, made use of the opportunity to
palm Denise's tits from behind her, kissing the base of her neck and
rolling the nipples with gradually increasing pressure.
Denise was not idle, craning her neck to one side, bending to kiss
Elaine, while her hands went to Susan's head, pulling her in. She felt
the lips and tongue nibbling at her labia, teasing her open, while
Susan's hands went behind her, palming her buttocks, spreading,
kneading. Then Susan stood and moved to the bed.
Denise took charge this time. "Elaine, do you have any toys?" she
asked, lifting an eyebrow.
Elaine grinned wickedly and went to the bedside cabinet. "What did
you have in mind?" she asked, withdrawing a six-inch long chrome
plated cylinder.
Denise had an evil glint in her eye. "I'm going to eat her, she's going
to eat me, and you can use that vibrator and anything else you like.
Afterwards, we'll double-team you!"
"Oooh, goody!" Elaine bubbled, taking the vibrator and some wipes.
Susan was smiling, too, and reached for Denise. They walked to the
bed and Denise placed herself over the brunette in a sixty-nine. Denise
once again felt the experienced lips, tongue and gently nibbling teeth
on her pussy as she lowered herself, and quickly bent her head to the
task of reciprocation.
She spread Susan's lips with the fingers of one hand, and licked,
slowly, gently, up and down, side to side. The other hand delved
deeper, lower, teasing Susan's ass, then travelling slowly back to the
source of the sudden rush of fragrant honey. She felt Susan shudder.
She heard a murmured conversation at the other end, and felt a shift
of weight. Denise felt anticipation, then gasped as she felt an intruder
penetrate her, and again when she felt it begin to move, and buzz,
inside her. Susan was concentrating at the top of her slit now, teasing
her clitoris, and Denise had trouble keeping her mouth moving on
Susan's labia, almost coming to a stop herself, feeling the red heat of
her own arousal building, the tingling of her body becoming more and
more insistent.
The buzzing intruder withdrew and Denise felt the loss keenly. When
she felt it again, this time it was at the rosette of her ass. She arched
her back, thrusting herself at the vibrating toy, and let out a
"Mmmmm" in appreciation. Susan bucked against her, feeling the
vibration of her purr against her clit. Elaine refused to penetrate with
the vibrator, she just used it to touch, to excite.
Denise felt something wet and warm against her ass and realized that
it must be Elaine's tongue, and then she felt the busy vibrator there
again. Susan was really going to town on her, and Denise knew that,
again, she wouldn't last long. Her love for the two women expertly
driving her like a finely tuned race car grew deeper and deeper, she
knew she must have done 'something good' to deserve this wondrous
gift.
Denise closed her eyes, still running her tongue in haphazard patterns
around Susan's slit, tasting her metallic, tangy, wonderful fluid. She
felt the red mist descending, heat rising, the liquid pleasure running
through her veins.
Denise came, almost blacking out, shuddering, heaving up and down
against Susan, and crying out, "Oh Ohh! Ooohhhhhh FUCKFUCKFUCK!"
There was white hot liquid in her now, coursing through her body, she
was there/she wasn't there. Denise faded away, her awareness
reduced to a tiny mote, only a single bright point of existence in her
whole universe.
As she came back to herself she felt Elaine in front of her, nuzzling
against Susan under her, kissing the girl's thighs, running the vibrator
over them. Susan was carefully avoiding Denise's now supersensitive
clit, licking and nibbling the outer lips, just keeping things going.
Denise raised her head a little, allowing Elaine to reach under her and
touch the shiny vibrator against Susan's labia, running it up and down
while Denise began to work seriously on Susan's clit, running her
tongue around the hood, flicking it around, catching the sensitive nub,
curling her tongue into a tube and fucking the tiny morsel like a
miniature vagina.
Susan bucked, moaned and cried, but the other two ladies gave her no
mercy, drawing her higher and higher, but never quite pulling her over
the edge. Finally Elaine heard Susan calling "Please, please, so close,
so close..." and she thrust the buzzing chrome tube into her lover,
while Denise redoubled her own efforts. Susan came, hard, coating the
vibrator and Elaine's hand with her juices while the powerful
movements of her hips thrust Denise up and down. Dimly Denise
heard Susan's cries, dimly because Susan's thighs were now pressed
against her ears.
Denise rolled away from Susan, letting her pull herself together, while
she reached for the young blonde. They kissed, and Denise knew that
her love for Elaine, now pressed closely to her, had grown back to and
even surpassed the heights she'd formerly known. She also knew that
her love for Susan could one day grow equally as deep. Soon
afterwards, coherent thought once again escaped her, as Susan
rejoined the two and they concentrated on Elaine.
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The three made love long into the night, each peak rising beyond the
first, expressing the love each felt for the others until finally, sated,
exhausted, chests heaving and running with sweat and other juices,
they stilled.
It was several minutes later, but it seemed to Denise like hours, when
Susan propped herself up on one elbow, and said with a teasing smirk
to Denise, "Still want a guy?"
"Yeah," Denise said, dreamily, on the edge of slumber, "Stan. I want
Stan."
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