“You’re really bringing your best friend?” The words slip out before I can stop them, even though I should have known. Lena had warned me, back in the app: “I’m not coming alone. If you dare.” I dared. Now I’m sitting at the dimly lit bar counter, and the two women in front of me are smiling at me. Lena, whom I know from her photos — dark curls, full lips, a dress that ends just above the knee. And next to her, a woman I’ve never seen before: Mia, tall, slim, with blonde hair that falls to the middle of her back. She’s wearing tight jeans and a white top that bares her shoulders. Her eyes study me curiously, almost probing.
“I thought we could get to know each other first,” Lena says, sitting on the bar stool next to me. Mia takes the other seat. I order three gin and tonics. The ice clinks as the bartender sets the glasses in front of us.
“So,” I begin, “how long have you two known each other?”
“Since college,” Mia answers. “Five years. And we share an apartment.” She laughs softly. “Lena’s told me a lot about you.”
“Only good things, I hope.”
“The usual,” Lena chimes in. “That you’re good-looking, charming, and that you supposedly give massages.” She winks. My pulse quickens.
“I can,” I say. “But I need practice subjects.”
Mia raises her glass. “Let’s toast to that.” We drink. The gin burns pleasantly in my throat.
The conversation flows, grows more intimate. Lena talks about her job as a graphic designer, Mia about her work in physical therapy. I feel the tension building between us. My gaze shifts back and forth between them. Lena places her hand on my forearm as she tells a funny anecdote. Mia leans forward, her top dipping a little lower. I inhale her scent — a mix of coconut and vanilla.
“I need to use the restroom,” Mia says suddenly, standing up. “Order us another round, okay?” She disappears toward the lit hallway. I turn to Lena.
“So, what is this really? A threesome date?”
Lena bites her lower lip. “Maybe. Mia and I talked about it. We’re curious. And you seem like the right guy.” She traces the rim of her glass with her finger. “But we need to feel safe. No rush.”
“I have all the time in the world.”
Mia returns and sits closer to me, her thigh brushing mine. The conversation turns more intimate. We talk about relationships, about fantasies. I tell them about a weekend in Amsterdam, about a woman I met there. Lena’s fingers play on my knee. Mia whispers in my ear: “Do you like it when two women pamper you?” Her breath tickles my skin. I nod, unable to form an answer.
Eventually, Lena suggests going to my place. “It’s not far,” I say. We pay and leave. The night air is cool. Mia hooks her arm through mine, Lena on the other side. We walk through the quiet streets, past streetlights casting long shadows.
In my apartment, I let them in. The decor is simple — leather sofa, a rug, bookshelves. I turn on a floor lamp that casts warm light. Lena sits on the sofa; Mia stays standing, looking at the books.
“Can I ask you something?” she says without turning around.
“Of course.”
“Have you ever done anything with two women?”
“No. But I imagine it’s exciting.”
She turns around. “Us too.” Her gaze is direct. Lena studies me from the side.
“I suggest we get comfortable,” Lena says, slipping off her sandals. Her toes curl into the rug. Mia steps closer, sitting next to Lena. I take a seat in the armchair across from them. The silence is charged.
“Come here,” Mia says softly. I stand up and sit between them on the sofa. Lena’s hand slides to my neck, massaging gently. Mia places her hand on my thigh. I close my eyes, enjoying the touches. Lena’s lips brush my neck while Mia’s fingers slowly move higher, stroking my crotch. I moan softly.
“We like you,” Mia breathes. “Relax.” She kisses me on the mouth, a soft, probing kiss. At the same time, I feel Lena’s tongue on my ear. My hands move to Mia’s waist, pulling her closer. The kiss deepens. Lena’s fingers unbutton my pants, slip inside, wrap around my already hard erection. I flinch as her warm hand finds me.
“I want to feel you,” Lena says, pulling my pants down. Mia breaks the kiss, watching as Lena strokes me slowly. Then she leans forward and takes me in her mouth. I tilt my head back as her tongue circles, sucks. Lena watches, her hand in her lap. I reach for her, pull her to me, kiss her. Her breath is hot. Mia continues working on me, Lena’s tongue entering my mouth. I feel the arousal building.
“Hold on,” I gasp. “I want to pamper you too.” Mia lets go, smiling. She pulls off her top, revealing her firm breasts with light nipples. Lena follows suit, slipping off her dress. She’s wearing nothing underneath. Her breasts are fuller, nipples darker. I lean forward and take one in my mouth while my hand massages the other. Lena moans, digging her fingers into my hair. Mia kneels beside me, stroking my back, kissing my shoulder blades.
I switch to Mia’s breast, sucking gently on her tip. She gasps, pressing against me. My hand slides between Lena’s legs, feeling her wetness through her panties. I push them aside, touching her smooth skin, her wet slit. She opens to me, pressing my fingers deeper. Mia moans loudly as I roll her nipple between my thumb and forefinger.
“I want to feel you,” Mia whispers. She pushes me onto my back, climbs on top, guiding my tip to her opening. She lowers herself, an inch, two — I slide slowly into her. We both moan. She rides me, slow, deep. Lena watches, her hand between her legs. I reach for Lena, pull her to me, kiss her while Mia rides me. Our tongues dance. I feel Mia’s rhythm, her pelvis circling, her muscles tightening. Lena whispers: “God, that’s hot.”
I sit up, gently pulling out of Mia. “Lie down,” I say to Lena. She obeys, spreading out on the cushion. I lean over her, kissing her belly, her breasts, while Mia kneels behind me, caressing my back. My tongue finds Lena’s slit, diving in. She cries out softly as I circle her clit. Mia massages my shoulders, whispering in my ear: “Lick her,
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