Andie's going to learn how to come out of her shell. Can't wait to see what that looks like!
The last time that I was in a polyamorous relationship, I kind of fell into it. Honestly, there was no forethought in it at all. I just sort of…happened. In college, I had this best friend, Jenna. She was awesome. Funny, great taste in music and style, witty, intelligent, and just fun to be around. I won’t deny that I had a huge crush on her, but she was a lesbian and I didn’t want to push boundaries. I was just happy to hang out with my best friend. Or sophomore year, Jenna gets this girlfriend, Sarah. Sarah was bisexual. Leaning more heavily towards women, especially for relationships, but she had been known to have the odd one night stand or friends with benefits relationship with a guy. She fit in with the two of us perfectly. Granted, I didn’t get to see Jenna as much as I did before, not at the beginning at least. It was to be expected. She and Sarah had just started their relationship. I missed Jenna, but I understood. But then things started to change. As t
When we are finally exhausted, we fall to the bed, me snuggled in between Jaime and Jorge. We are sweaty and frankly a little gross, but I am too tired to do anything about it right now. My eyes are closed as I feel hands rub my leg and arm. “How do you feel?” Jorge asks, lifting my top leg and putting it over his hip. It’s intimate and leaves me wide open for him. His cock is limp right now, but the thought of being able to tempt him with my wet heat is almost too much for me. “Very tired and thoroughly satisfied,” I murmur, my eyes still closed. Jaime is right behind me, chuckling in my ear as she snuggles into my neck. “Damn, right you are. If you weren’t, we’d have some more work to do.” She kisses my neck. It causes me to squirm between the two because my skin is still overly sensitive from everything we had just done. “Mmmm,” Jorge breathes, leaning in to follow Jamie’s lead on the other side of my neck. “I love it when you make that sound.” I hadn’t even bee
It’s been two days since we got together with Andie. In all honesty, it isn’t much different from normal. Andie makes breakfast, Jorge makes lunch and dinner. Andie and I do some work on our computers for work. Jorge and I go running. We all eat meals together, watch TV, and just generally goof off together. The big difference is that there’s a lot more naked time and a hell of a lot of sex. More than just Jorge and I had by ourselves. And thank God that Jorge and I have a California King bed, because all three of us have been sleeping together. We’re trying to keep away from the news and doing all kinds of other things to pass the time. And that’s how the Twister got pulled out. “Holy fuck! We haven’t played this in forever!” I cry as I take the Twister game out of the closet. Andie catches sight of the game and immediately groans. “Yeah, that’s because the last time we played, Cameron fell on me and broke my wrist. I was in a cast for months.” Jorge comes up be
I’m not ashamed to say that I barely last five minutes with both of my girls on my cock. It’s a fucking hot view and I can’t help but indulge in it. I let them have some fun first, their mouths all over my cock, sucking my balls, licking my tip and shaft, and grazing their teeth on my taint. Precum is leaking steadily from my tip, making a sticky mess on Andie and Jamie’s faces and all over their lips. But the teasing becomes too much very quickly and I take over. “Come here,” I say to both girls. My hands thread through their hair at the back of their heads, giving me control of their movements without causing them pain. I situate them on either side of my cock. “Open your mouths and stick out your tongues.” When they do, I begin to thrust between their mouths, while holding them steady. “Fuuuuuuck!” I groan out when I see them working their pants down their legs and their hands touching each other. “You two are so fucking sexy. Oh my God!” I can feel my balls pull
Quarantine started two months ago. It has been…interesting. On the one hand, this shit is scary. I mean growing numbers of people are dying, hospitalized, on ventilators. World wide, the deaths are in the millions. What was supposed to be for two weeks has turned out to be two months with no end in sight. Jamie and I are both working from home. We’ve turned my room into an office for the two of us since I’ve basically moved into Jaime and Jorge’s room. Jorge is the one that’s having trouble though. He’s been working a few hours a week at his job, doing inventory, deep cleaning items, and doing random projects that they never really had time to do before. But it’s only a few hours at a time. Nothing that's really going to give him money. That first month, he seemed ok with it. But as Jaime and my work schedules picked up, I could tell that he has been more and more nervous. On the other hand, the three of us have really fallen into this whole throuple thing and ha
“I don’t understand why we’re doing this,” Andie says, though she giggling as I make her put on a fashion show. “Because it’s fun and you need to get out of your whole school marm way of dressing. You are a sexy ass bitch and it’s about time that you start dressing like it. Don’t hide your body. Show it off! Especially when you’re at home with me and Jorge. I can guarantee that you’ll enjoy the results,” I tell her, shaking my head at the preppy cardigan and skirt set that she’s wearing. I grab one of my crop tops, a pair of her high waisted jeans, and a baby doll cardigan. “Yeah, but I’m not comfortable with showing a lot of skin or wearing tight clothes. You know that,” she whines, but dutifully takes the clothes from my hands. “And has anything that I’ve given you done either of those things?” I say patiently. She sullenly shakes her head and starts undressing. “But wearing oversized shirts and jeans that are from the grunge era aren’t the way to dress. You have a
“Of course, Mrs. Schultz. I’d be happy to put you on the schedule for bread delivery. And I’d be happy to bring you that sourdough starter with the first delivery,” I say into the phone, jotting down notes on my ordering pad. “That’s perfect. Thank you so much Mr. Gomez,” the older lady says over the phone. “I used to love to make my own bread, but I just don’t have the ability to knead it anymore. I can do it for the sourdough, since that doesn’t take much.” “I’m happy to help, Ms. Schultz. Please let me know if you need anything else and I’ll see you Thursday morning.” I end the phone call and lean my head back against my car seat. “Fuck!” I groan, rubbing my eyes. That was a long fucking day. I’ve been out of the house since 8:00 this morning, delivering bread and baked goods. I had gotten up at 4:00 to make a few last minute items and box everything up for deliveries. It’s 5:00 now and being in that car for so long only to get out and carry some fairly heavy bread
“Daddy, it’s too early. Come back to bed,” I moan as I hear Jorge’s alarm go off at 4:30. I’m so tired of missing him. I feel like I’m just in a relationship with Jaime and Jorge stops by for sex every once in a while. I don’t mind being in a relationship with just Jaime, but that’s not what I signed up for. I want to be with both of them. I care about them both. Hell, I’ve been trying to tell them both that I love them for weeks. But Jorge is never here. “I wish I could, sweet girl. But I’ve got bagels and bread to make this morning before I go on my deliveries.” Jorge leans over and kisses me on the forehead, before moving to get out of bed. He walks to the ensuite and I try to drift back to sleep. But I can’t. I miss him. I roll out of bed, careful not to wake Jaime up. I pull on a pair of sleep shorts and a tank before heading out to the kitchen. I turn on the oven to preheat and check Jorge’s checklist. He has been extremely organized about his baking bus
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I’m standing outside of the girls’ apartment, my old apartment, with a picnic basket of baked goods and a cooler with drinks, fruits, and icings to add. I have muffins, cinnamon rolls, danishes, cinnamon raisin bread, and fresh bagels. Ok, I went a little overboard. I can admit that. I’m just so fucking anxious about this whole thing that I don’t know how to handle my feelings right now. I had been awake when Andie had texted me last night, contemplating what Angel had said to me earlier that day. I’d actually been looking at pictures of Andie and Jaime on my phone when I got the text. We’d been so happy before this whole thing started. I miss them. So damn much and it took losing them to understand what I’d done wrong. I didn’t even have to think twice about it, I immediately texted her back that I would bring breakfast. And then I fell to sleep without any issue. Granted, I’d only gotten a few hours in bed, since I had to make deliveries to the bakery this morning.
I’ve been tossing and turning in bed all night after listening to everything Angel and Maddie said tonight. “You three belong together.” “He loves you.” “He wants you back.” “What do you have to lose if you do call him?” I know what my heart wants. I also know what my heart is afraid is going to happen. How can I allow him to possibly hurt me, us, all over again? What’s the definition of insanity? Doing something the same way over and over again and expecting a different result? Wouldn’t it just be insanity to allow him back into our lives again and hoping for a different result. Though both Angel and Marta have said that he’s reducing his hours at the business, that they’ve hired a lot of new people, and that he’s learned his lesson. Could it be true? Could he have really changed for us, even if he didn’t think that we’d be there for him? I don’t know. We’ve been in bed since midnight and it’s 3 am. With a huge sigh, I get up and grab my robe. I tie the robe
Jaime and I go about making dinner in silence. We are a well oiled machine at this point, moving easily around each other in our kitchen. Angel and her partner Maddie are coming over tonight for dinner and to play cards. It’s something that we started up in college with Angel. A weekly card game. Each week, someone picks the game that we play and once a year, each of us is supposed to introduce a new card game. We use candy and snack foods for any games that require betting. It’s more to hang out and have fun than anything else. Maddie and Angel have been very careful of who they let in their circle, as have we, so we all feel comfortable being around each other, even with COVID still happening. Unfortunately, this is how much of our life has been since Jorge left. Just a silent orbit around each other. Hold each other through the tears and the pain. But not really talking. I mean, what was there to say? We were enough for each other, but not for the man that we love
“Angel, do you have tomorrow’s shipment of bread all packaged? Carmello’s needs the delivery an hour early. I’d like to be able to have everything on rolling carts so I can just load up the trucks the second I get here,” I call to Angel. When she first started working with me, I had brought Angel on just as a delivery driver. But over the last two months, I have consciously tried to pull myself back from the business and I’ve made Angel a partner. We have three drivers, a part-time baker, and two part-time packagers. I’ve cut my hours back so that I’m working nine hour days, as opposed to the 16 hour days I was working before. The only reason that I’m driving tomorrow is because our early morning guy took tomorrow off. Otherwise, I’ve even built in my Wednesdays and Sundays as days off. “Yes, everythings all ready. Just waiting for the last batch to finish cooling before we get it packaged. I’ll get that done in the next hour,” Angel tells me. I let out a huge sigh. “O
It’s been a week since our last interaction with Jorge. We’ve been communicating via text and notes left at the apartment. The morning after our break up, Jorge was gone by the time Andie and I woke up. He had packed a bag and left a note saying that he would be in and out while Andie and I were at work over the coming week. He’s moving into an apartment over his parents’ restaurant. It was a place that his dad used as an office and that one family member or another would crash at when they were in the dog house with their wives or girlfriends. Not a bad place, but also not a place for someone with as successful a business as Jorge’s. Unfortunately, with COVID still pretty bad, Jorge has elected to stay in a place where only family has been until things blow over a bit. Trying to decide what belongs to who out of our stuff over text is difficult. I had honestly thought that Jorge was the one. The guy that I was going to spend the rest of my life with. When we added Andie
In that way that grief between people who love each other will sometimes turn sexual, when Jorge turns to Jaime and kisses her, she kisses him back. I lean in and kiss the side of his face. He turns towards me and God does it feel good to kiss him. I’ve missed him so damn much. It’s been too damn long. Jaime brings his mouth back to her, their kiss hungry and desperate. My hands go to the bottom of the hoodie he’s wearing and I rip it off of him. Jaime finds his mouth again and I lean down, licking his nipples. He groans into Jaime’s mouth and his body tenses in his arousal. He loves having his nipples played with. At the same time, I rake my nails down his abs. Jorge pulls back from Jaime’s mouth to look down at me. “Please. I need you both.” His voice is so full of need. I look at Jaime, asking if she’s ok with this. Because this is going to be an end. Not a reconciliation. But I want this. I need him. Jaime nods, both of us seeing the motion. Jorge surg
Andie looks between Jaime and me and seems to immediately know what’s going on. She’s always had that ability. To take a situation in at a glance and know exactly what is going on. I guess that’s what makes her so good at programming. And at calling me on my bullshit. Ever since the day that I triggered Jaime’s meltdown, Andie has been more aloof with me. I guess she realized that the promises that I made to her and Jaime, while heartfelt and genuine, weren’t ones that I could keep. I feel like the time that I managed to get after that was more for Jaime’s benefit than Andie’s. As introverted and quiet as she appears, Andie doesn’t take bullshit from anyone. She’s given me more rope than I deserve. But it seems that it was just enough for me to hang myself with. “How far are we into this conversation?” Andie asks. I stare at her, surprised at how calmly she can address this. Jaime is the one that answers. “I’ve told him that he isn’t treating us like priorities an
I’m sitting on the couch flipping through the channels on the TV when Jorge walks in. It’s been two days since our failed date and this is the first time that I’ve seen him in more then passing. He’s dressed in sweats and a tank, his hair wet from a shower. He must have just come back from a run. Andie and I have been sleeping in her old room ever since our failed date night. With the hours that he’s been keeping, I don’t really know what he’s up to. I don’t know that I really can muster up the ability to care. Each time I do, it just seems to hurt me a little more. “Hey…” Jorge says tentatively. He walks in the room and sits on the arm of the couch. I glance over at him. “Hey,” I say, turning my attention back to the TV. “Um…where’s Andie?” he asks, like he’s not sure what to say. “Doctor’s appointment and then grocery shopping.” My responses aren’t angry, but they are short and I don’t turn my attention back to him. Instead I give the remote the voice command to tu