Imperfect Beauty

When we got there, Chase brought the refreshments he had secured in and we all went to the kitchen, which also served as a dining room. My own kitchen was just a space across from my bed where I could cook and wash dishes and my ‘dining room' was a card table.

Zoë's kitchen was bright and clean, and her table was a sturdy yellow wood, pine I think. She had four chairs around it, but she could have crowded at least two more in if she really needed to. We had done it a few times before when some the gang got together to play cards.

When it came down to pretty much everyone being broke, we'd gather at someone's place and play Uno or Strip Poker if we were feeling more adventurous.

Chase had brought wine coolers for Zoë and me, and beer for himself, so we all sat down and opened our drinks. We relaxed, or at least tried to look like we were relaxed, and started on some small talk. After a little bit, Zoë excused herself to the ‘powder room' as eloquently as if that were the usual accepted name for the place.

"So, I finally get you alone," Chase said, pushing his chair over closer to me. He smiled and pushed a strand of hair behind my ear. He had the faint smell of beer on his breath, which in this instance I found quite masculine and arousing. I let him kiss me on the ear while I gathered my courage.

"Yeah, about that…"

"Is something the matter?" he asked me, moving back a little. "Have you changed your mind or something?" his voice was gentle, undemanding. "You feelin' ok?" he asked, wrinkling his forehead with concern.

"Yeah, I feel fine. I was just wondering if- well you seem really into me."

"Yeah, I like you. Is that not ok?"

I laughed, "Of course it's ok. I like you too. In fact, I have an offer to make you that you might really like."

"OK, so what's the problem?"

"Well, there's a chance you won't like it, or you might freak out or something."

He sat back in his chair. "I like to think I'm a pretty easy going guy. Go ahead. I promise to stay calm."

I took a deep breath. "Zoë and I were kinda thinking maybe the tree of us…" I moved my head back and forth in a ‘you know' kind of gesture waiting for him to catch on, without my actually having to say it. Why was I so nervous about this?

He laughed now, a really good honest laugh. "Do you mean a threesome?" he asked good naturedly.

I nodded.

"That's every guys dream! Why would I freak about that?"

"Believe me, I've met a few guys who have."

"Well, I'm not one of them."

I felt like I was breathing for the first time since we arrived at Zoë's place. "That is such a relief."

When Zoë came out I smiled at her and told her we were on. Zoë smiled at me, and then Chase. He smiled at her and then turned back to me. We were all smiling. "Well, I don't know how much we've all had to drink, but I think it's enough," I said standing to pour the remainder of my drink into the sink. "We're all grinning at each other like a bunch of drunken fools."

"It's not the alcohol," Chase had said sagely.

Just then my memory of the nights events was interrupted by a Frisbee whizzing past and dashing into the dirt next to my impromptu little picnic.

A pair of tan legs in shorts ran by to retrieve it. "Excuse me," said a male voice. I looked up to say it's ok and saw that it was the man himself.

"Chase!" I exclaimed, rising to my feet. He greeted me with a warm hug.

"Nice to see you again Nicole." Then he lowered his voice a bit. "I had a great time the other night, by the way."

"Me too." I smiled at him.

"I was hoping maybe sometime I could see your real place?" he asked hopefully.

I chuckled flirtatiously. "That would be nice."

"Well, I gotta go," he said motioning to his friends. "The guys are waiting. I'll call you tonight, ok?"

"Ok." As he walked back to the group I could hear them teasing him. I waved and he waved back and I had no doubt that he really would call.

My two-liter was now empty and the chip bag was half empty. I was feeling much better now, so I decided to pack up and go back and get some work done on that painting before Chase called.

My painting was going well when Chase called later that evening. He told me he wanted to take me out the next weekend. We made plans, but we didn't talk for long. I told him I had to get back to work. I was really making headway on the painting but I still hadn't talked to Zoë. I was anxious to speak with her, but I got butterflies in my stomach every time I thought about calling her. So I buried myself in my painting instead.

Midway through the week, she came to see me. She was dressed in a hot pink slip dress that looked like it was right off the pages of Fredrick of Hollywood. She looked amazing.

"Come in sweetie, you look beautiful!" I told her. I wanted to tell her so much more, but I couldn't even begin to find the words.

We talked about all of the things that aren't important, and a few things that were. "How's your painting going?" she asked me.

"I'd say I'm about half way through. And the pieces at the gallery are a hit. Guy wants 5 more for his next show, and the Michigan store is going to sell some of the nature themed ones. And I just got another grant that will keep me fed for three more years."

"Wow! All your hard work is finally paying off."

:"Yeah I'm getting a taste of success, and I gotta say, I'm starting to like it."

She laughed at my joke and I felt at least ten feet tall.

It seemed like no matter what we said to each other we were dancing around the issue. I couldn't believe how afraid I was to speak up. But as I looked at her beautiful body I knew that if I didn't I would be sorry.

"Zoë- about the other night at the bar-"

"Nicole, I completely understand."

"You do?"

"I felt something too."

"You did?"

"Of course. We have a something special between us. I've always known that. Since the first time I laid eyes on you." Her voice was soft and sentimental.

"What does it mean?"

"What do you want it to mean?"

That gave me pause. I realized that I really didn't know. "I'm not sure."

"That's ok," she said stroking my hair reassuringly. "I'm not sure either. I do know that I don't want to own you or control you. I just want to hold you, and have you hold me. No strings. Do you want more than that?"

"I- I don't think so. But, damn girl. It's so hard for me to think when you're around."

"We don't have to think, if you don't want to," she said moving closer.

That was an invitation I could not refuse.

I put my arms around her and drew her in even closer. Our lips met again. It was familiar and new. It was reassuring and exciting. It was all I could ever hope for. We tasted each other for a long time, basking in the deliciousness of each other. We were in no hurry as we ran our hands over and through each others hair, letting the other's touch fill us with shivers of delight. There was no hurry as we pulled each others clothes away and dropped them to the floor. We took our time as our bodies became tangled in each other, savoring the pleasure of each others touch. Time was not a factor, we were in no hurry to reach any particular destination. We took our time and enjoyed every minute.

I let her stroke her hand over my stomach for a very long time, until she finally reached down to stoke my mound. She didn't attempt to penetrate me, or even reach between my damp lips. There was no sense of urgency. I knew we would get there. I was enjoying the ride.

She let me touch her body in awe and appreciate her beauty in slow motion. She never urged me on further, she knew my intentions. He body shivered beneath my touch, encouraging me to take my time, to appreciate every moment, every inch.

Was this foreplay- this slow and wonderful touch, this stroking and caressing that took place with no internal or external pressure to progress? No, I think that it was not. I feel certain that it was lovemaking long before she pressed her two fingers inside of me and set off a chain of moans and whimpers. Long before I searched for her g-spot with my pinky, we were making love.

And still, there was no hurry. We simply let ourselves enjoy the moment, even doing all we could to make it last. It was a rare opportunity, one of the perks of sleeping with a woman. Both of us enjoyed every minute as much as we enjoyed the final, beautiful, satisfying climax.

And afterwards when we held each other, neither of us wanted to be anywhere else.

Zoë and I lay with our arms wrapped around each other, our breaths synchronized, our hearts pounding in unison. After a long while, I finally spoke. "I think I love you."

"Yes, I feel the same."

"I don't think I'm in denial, but I really don't feel that I'm gay."

She laughed, musically. "I know what you mean. I don't feel like we're lesbian lovers. I just feel like we're lovers."

"You know, I don't feel particularly- um, monogamous either. But I feel kind of guilty about that- like I should only want to be with just you."

"Who makes up those rules anyway?" she said dismissively. "I love you just the way you are. You wouldn't be the same person if you weren't such a free spirit, if you didn't own your sexuality the way you do."

"So, it doesn't bother you?"

"No. As long as you want to be with me, and I want to be with you, nothing else matters to me. I've never minded sharing you. I only mind being without you. That's the only thing that hurts."

"I didn't know."

"That's ok babe. I don't think I did either. We numb ourselves. We lie to ourselves. We live in denial. Whatever you want to call it. But when you kissed me at the bar, all the denial just melted away. I didn't even know how to deal with it. That's why it took me so long to see you or even talk to you. I had so much to sort out."

"I had so much to sort out too. Only I didn't know the answers to any of it until I saw you."

We just hugged. Already skin to skin, already naked flesh pressed against naked flesh, we wrapped our arms around each others necks and squeezed. A gesture that communicated our understanding so much better than words.

"So are we in a relationship?" I finally dare to ask.

"I don't know if I would call it that, exactly. That sounds so demanding. I think we're friends who love each other and who share pretty much everything."

"That sounds about right."

"Just so there's no misunderstanding, if you ever feel like that's not enough for you, you let me know ok? And we'll re-evaluate how we do things."

"Gotcha!" I agreed. "But I think I like things this way. I just wanted to make sure- you know, make sure that I knew were we stand and what the rules are, so no one gets hurt."

She laughed, and I felt like she was the older one. There seemed both wisdom and playfulness in her voice when she said, "There are no rules babe!"

Its hard to explain how good that made me feel, like we were on the same page. Like she knew me better than any one ever had, and accepted me just exactly for who I am. That beautiful, unconditional love is so hard to find. I never would have believed that it was even possible.

Laying there, I wondered why I didn't want to be monogamous. I mean, I was so content in her arms like I never wanted to be anywhere else. Like I could stay there forever. And yet I knew that I could never give up my sexual freedom. I flashed back to the weekend.

I remember how happy Chase was when we finally broke the news. But I was nervous, uncertain. How would we work this out? I wanted him and I wanted Zoë but something about the combination was off. He seemed psyched by the idea of a threesome, yet still largely focused on me.

It was his suggestion that finally broke the ice. He said that he would love to see the two of us in a sixty-nine. I myself was pretty jazzed about the idea too. Zoë has the sweetest little pussy, with a natural blond fuzz that covers her just the right amount without her having to wax or shave. In no time at all we had each other out of our clothes and turned around clit to lip, lip to clit, flicking, flicking, licking, licking.

I could hear Chase sigh as I slurped noisily on her beautiful cunt, putting on a show for him and enjoying being such an exhibitionist. Zoë was above me, lapping at my kitty-cat like she was a pussy herself. She was smacking her lips and showing off for him too. We were both so enthusiastic, that Chase soon said, "you two don't look like you need me at all!"

I looked up to see that he had freed his cock from his pants and was stroking it up and down while watching us with a great big smile. I realized then that I definitely wanted to have that thing in me that night. Much more than I had thought when I first went down on Zoë. I smiled back at him and licked my lips. Then I dived down and started giving Zoë the licking of her life.

We ate each other to orgasm, coming loudly and sloppily. I sucked reverently on her cunt, until she filled my mouth with her cum and then I crawled over on my hands and knees toward Chase. I climbed up on his lap, and kissed him deeply, sharing Zoë's juices with him. He kissed me back enthusiastically, sucking her sweet come off my tongue.

He slipped his hand into my wet slit while we kissed. I almost had to think about baseball to keep myself from coming immediately. I whimpered, and felt Zoë crawl up behind me and slide her finger into my ass. The two of them finger fucked me like for a while, I just held on and whined with pleasure. As Chase held my tongue captive, I could do little else.

"Come for me baby," Zoë rasped. "Show Chase here how you can make that pretty pussy squirt."

I held Chase's cock in my hand, stroking him now that his hand was occupied with me. It jerked excitedly in my hand when she said this. "Oh god, yes!" I yelled. "Finger my ass Zoë! Finger my pussy Chase! God yes, I'm coming- don't stop!" Of course I didn't come right when I said, "I'm coming." They kept up the stimulation and I squealed out a long string of high pitched vowel sounds that don't qualify as words. Then I came, squirting my pussy juice right over Chase's lap and onto his erect and waiting cock.

"Look at that, you naughty girl!" Zoë suddenly chastised. "You are going to have to clean that mess up!" Before I could even more she barked at Chase. "Push that slut off your lap!" And he shoved me to the floor, quite roughly. Before I even knew how to react, Zoë had grabbed a handful of my hair and was shoving my face in his crotch. "Clean that mess up, you dirty little slut! Look, you've spilt your filthy juices all over his beautiful cock. No! No! You're not doing it right, you worthless little bitch!" When I heard sweet little Zoë call me a bitch, my pussy was on fire. All I could think was that I wanted him to pound that beautiful cock into me hard and fast. "You're not doing it right, you worthless little bitch! I'll have to help you." She pushed my head to the side and dived right down beside me. Pretty soon we were both licking his cock and even each other's tongue. I felt certain his prick added another full inch since she joined me in lapping up my juices. He was certainly enjoying himself.

We shared his cock like this for a good long time. And then Zoë greedily took him into her mouth, pushing me to the side. She swallowed him up, taking him all the way into her mouth and deep down in her thought. When she finished she said, "Now you do it like that," and she took my hair once again and forced my mouth down on his cock.

I had a hard time taking him all the way in my mouth, but Zoë just pushed saying, "Deep throat him slut-girl, you know you can do it."

Zoë knew from experience how much I loved rough commanding sex, being ordered around and ‘forced' to do one nasty thing after another. She knew I could take his member down with a little bit of struggle. She knew I was capable of much more than that. She got a thrill from being dominant too, a real change from her day to day self who's voice barely rose above a whisper. Every time she called me a dirty name or made an attempt to humiliate me, I felt my pussy tense and grow wetter.

"Swallow it whole you nasty cunt!" Chase must have looked at her strangely because she said, "Oh it's ok, she loves it when I talk to her like that. Don't you cunt?"

"Mmhmm," I mumbled around the cock filling my mouth.

"That's it bitch, hum. Give this stud a nice hummer."

I hummed as best I could, concentrating on not gagging. While I did, she talked.

"This is what's going to happen slut. When I tell you your done sucking him off, we're going to go back to the floor. I'm going to lay down and suck on your pussy while you suck on mine. Chase here is going to fuck your pussy from behind while I eat you out. When he's ready to shoot his load, he's going to pull out and come over your cunt and down into my mouth. Then you are going to get your little ass moving and come over and suck his come out of my mouth and swallow it all. You understand?

"Mmhmm," I mumbled again.

I did as she said, scrabbling down to the floor. I was on my hands and knees with a face-full of pussy, her warm mouth over my quim when Chase slid his hard member into my soaking wet whole. Never before had I come so quickly or readily. My body shook and spasmed while he held my sides and continued to drive into me, giving me multiple orgasms with no time to recover in between. Zoë licked quickly as my mouth filled with her juices.

"Give me a face full of that hot jizz!" she begged Chase. And he quickly complied, pulling out of me and coming with explosive force. I could feel the warm sticky liquid splash onto my clit and run down between my legs. It tickled a little bit as it dripped off me into Zoë's waiting mouth. I quickly turned to see Chase shooting still more jets of seaman straight into her mouth.

Doing as she said, I sucked his cum out of her mouth and swallowed it hungrily. She sat up and wrapped her legs around me so that we could be clit to clit. We hugged, pushing our bodies together banging our clits against each other as we rocked back and forth. Chase kept his dripping dick shoved in our faces and we reached out our tongues to lick him clean while we pumped our bodies against each other.

"Clit fuck me you slutty little cunt!" Zoë demanded. Chase got into the spirit by grabbing his dick and slapping me in the face with it, getting it hard again. We tried to keep licking him while we clit slammed our pussies together but he often slipped out of our mouths and the reach of our tongues. As he got harder, it became easier to reach him.

Our climax was nearing, and it became nearly impossible to suck him off anymore, so he grabbed himself and started jerking himself off over our faces. He started shooting white cream every which way moments before our orgasms hit. We opened our mouths to get the most we could, but much of it went flying onto our neck and face and tits. Much to his delight we immediately started licking it off each other. It was hedonism at it's best. I came harder than ever before.

Zoë and I hugged tight to each other in the seconds after our climax, letting the gooey man grease ooze between us. When we were able to move again, Chase had slipped into his jeans. "You two are quite the wildcats," he commented. "I never even suspected."

"But will you respect us in the morning?" Zoë demurred in her usual mild tone.

Chase laughed. "I respect you now. I respect the hell outta ya! When can we do that again?"

"Give us about ten minutes," Zoë answered.

Chase was amused, "I'll probably need a little bit longer."

We found a movie USA to watch for a while, a B rate soft porn edited to hell piece of crap. But it was just the thing. An hour later we were at it again.

After this round, we all passed out. I was surprised any of us lasted that long. Nothing had kept us going but pure horny-ness.