“Now,” Sasha directed, “One of you has already kissed me . . . well . . . on the lips. And, so, it’s only fair that the other has a chance.” She pointed at Reginald seductively and turned her finger around to direct him to her.
“You kissed her?” Reginald asked and looked at me curiously for a little while, but I was too sluggish to reply.
“Come here, sexy,” Sasha called.
Reginald climbed onto the bed and crawled right past me to Sasha’s lips.
He kissed her upside down and I could see his tongue dangling in her mouth in the dimness.
She moaned and ran her fingernails up his chest.
He kicked back a bit and I had to move over to stay on the bed.
His head moved from her mouth to her breasts. He gently removed her nightgown with his teeth and Sasha squealed. Her head carefully contorted under his chest, she angled it to look at me at the edge of the bed.
“You’re so fucking hot,” she said, looking at me but clearly speaking to Reginald. She smiled this devious smile that let me know that no matter what I did, this couldn’t stop. They wouldn’t hear me. I wouldn’t be louder than her. This had been happening for a long time. This night, this thing, had been building from the moment she’d walked into my house. And maybe before. And wouldn’t stop.
Reginald’s dangling tongue licked her nipples until they were full and Sasha’s eyes left me to dance in space.
He ran his hands up the sides of her thighs, so carefully, so deliberately, so magically that I could feel them on me.
My hand began to move in circles at my thigh.
“No,” I whispered into the dimness, but I could hardly even hear myself. I wanted to be touched. To be given love carefully and deliberately and magically. I needed it.
I looked at Sasha. Her beautiful blond curls spread out over my cheap cotton bedsheets.
Sasha moaned.
Reginald’s tongue went from her breasts to her stomach to her navel. He made these playful circles there. And he laughed and she laughed.
“Kiss me,” she said to him inching down from the headboard. “Kiss me.”
He went deeper and his tongue and his face disappeared between her thighs. A lover I never knew wrestled her upside-down legs around his neck, dipped his back down lower, and instigated a full and heavy and mournful cry from Sasha’s mouth.
But he didn’t stop. He held her legs tighter.
She reached out to me. One slender arm, snaking down the white sheet to my hand.
I know I said “no,” but my hand moved toward hers.
And the one that was at my thigh moved to the insides of my legs.
Sasha locked her eyes on mine and I whimpered. My body began to soften.
And then the ocean moved.
She pulled me to her with those eyes.
And this time my lips opened her mouth.
But she got loose. And turned around on the bed.
She pulled Reginald and I together.
He kissed me like I was golden. Ran his tongue up my neck and bit at my chin. He kissed me like I was her.
She pulled him back to her. He fell between her legs and with no question he entered her.