Alex pushed her front door open, the cold air blowing porch snow in around her ankles. She banged her Docs against the step to knock the packed snow out of her boots and hurried inside; Jen followed close behind her, wrapping her arms around her lover’s waist. They were flushed from one too many cocktails, from stumbling home over half-shoveled sidewalks, from the conversation they’d had on the way.
It was Jen who’d seen her first. Who had watched her, gliding like an angel toward a pool table, the yellow bar lights swimming around her closely-cropped honey hair adding to the effect. She stared at the woman’s shoulders, pulled back in confidence – her smile, gleaming and glorious – the ease with which she pushed the cue stick through her hooked index finger as she bent over the green felt, a bit of cleavage poking out of a tight white button-down shirt. After a minute of trying to get Jen’s attention and being unsuccessful, Alex had followed her gaze over to the beautiful stranger, now shaking hands with the loser of the game. She leaned into Jen’s ear and whispered, “She’s a looker, huh?” Jen, still in her reverie, just replied with an “Mmm.” Their stare lingered a minute longer before Alex said, “Babe? She’s fine as hell, but now we’re just being creepy.” That was enough to get Jen to laugh and break the spell. Jen turned toward Alex, cupped her face, and kissed her full on the lips, trailing a hand down between Alex’s breasts. “Let’s go home,” she said.
On the walk home, past lit-up duplexes and technically-illegal-but-still-used parking chairs, Jen dropped the question into the snowy silence around them: “So hey, babe. Have you ever wondered what it would be like to have a threesome? I mean… just wondered, you know?” Alex smiled. “You mean with someone like the woman you were just stalking?” she asked. “Well – yeah,” replied Jen. “I mean, she was hot, right? What would you think about bringing someone else in just for a night? Just to see what it was like?” “I think that I’d like to think about it,” replied Alex. “For now, let’s just focus on getting home!” The wind swirled and howled around them, flinging flurries this way and that. They quickened their pace.
Once they were in, coats, hats, mittens, and scarves lying on a pile on the couch, Alex turned on her electric fireplace; they put a few blankets and pillows on the floor and lay down in front of it, snuggling close together to get warm. After a couple of minutes of staring into the electric blaze, Alex brought up their prior conversation. “So – if we were to have this hypothetical threesome, what would you want it to look like?” Jen felt her pulse quicken and her cunt warm. She turned to look at Alex. “You mean, what would I want to happen?” “Yeah,” replied Al. “What would you want to do with her? With me? Would you want to watch, or be watched? How involved would you want her to be?”
“Hypothetically?” Jen asked. Alex nodded. “I’d want you to direct the scene. I’d want to start out with the two of you taking my clothes off, then you telling her what you want to see.” “And what do I want to see?” Alex asked with a mischievous grin. “You want to see her warm me up. You want to see her lap at my nipples until I’m begging to have the rest of my body touched. You want to see her caress my inner thighs, teasing me until there’s a stream of fluid running down my pussy because I’m so turned on. You want to see her graze my outer labia, making my heart pound, and then lick my clit just once so I’m trembling all over – and then you kiss her so you can taste me on her tongue.”
“Like this?” Alex asked, pulling Jen’s leggings and boy shorts down, spreading her legs just enough, and lapping once over the inside of Jen’s labia and up over her clit before kissing her. She loved the lemondrop taste of Jen’s cunt. Jen closed her eyes and breathed shallow breaths, letting her body take over. She continued talking as Alex continued to taste her: “You lick me slowly and steadily until I come in your mouth, and then you tell her that I’m hers to fuck; she leaves on a tank top, her nipples hard underneath it, and puts on a leather-harnessed strap-on. She puts a pillow under my ass and works her cock inside of me, rhythmically pumping; while she’s doing that, you hover over me, kissing her. Long kisses. I struggle to crane my neck up enough to run my tongue along you, but you… won…” Jen gasped, groaned, bucked her hips up to Alex’s waiting mouth, and finished – “’t let me.” She collapsed, hoarse moans escaping her. “I can feel the heat of your cunt on my face; I can’t reach it with my mouth, so I slide one finger inside, then two. I run them along my lips, making them sticky with your juices, and suck them clean. You stand up while I’m shuddering from being fucked and walk around to the back of her, sliding one hand up the front of her shirt to gently pinch her nipple and massage her vulva with the other hand until she’s too close to coming to keep fucking me.”
“Then what?” Alex asked, now sliding her fingers in and out of Jen’s cunt, curving her hand so that her heel would rub against Jen’s clit. “I told you -” said Jen, a dreamy smile on her face – “you’re directing the scene.” Alex leaned in and kissed her before whispering, “But you’re the one with the imagination. Babe, you have the sexiest brain of any girl I know.” “Thanks, love,” she replied, pulling in Alex for another kiss. “Let’s talk more realistically about this when we’re sober; for now, I just want to feel you all over me.” “Done,” said Al, pressing her whole weight into Jen, hot now under the blazing light of the fire.
Inspired by the following lyrics from “Winter Wonderland” (which I know isn’t technically a carol, but it popped into my head!):
Later on, we’ll conspire as we dream by the fire
To face unafraid the plans that we made,
Walking in a winter wonderland