Seduced by Her Lesbian Friends

The apartment smelled like buttered popcorn and the lemon candle Hana always lit when she wanted a room to feel soft. Renata, twenty-three, smoothed the couch cushions and tried not to pace. Hana, also twenty-three, came out of the kitchen in an oversized shirt and bare legs, two glasses of sparkling water in her hands, dark curls still damp from the shower.

"She's going to think we staged an ambush," Hana said.

"We staged a movie," Renata said. "And then we tell her what we've both been thinking."

The buzzer went. Tessa, twenty-two, stood in the hall in a pale sweater and jeans that made her slim frame look even narrower, blond hair loose down her back, cheeks already pink. She held a bag of sour candy like a shield.

"Hi," she said. "I brought the good kind. I wasn't sure if that was weird."

"It's perfect," Hana said, and pulled her inside.

They put on something none of them watched. Tessa sat between them with her knees drawn up, laughing too quickly at the wrong parts. Renata's arm rested along the back of the couch, close enough that her fingers brushed the blond hair at Tessa's nape. Hana's knee pressed warm against Tessa's thigh and stayed there.

"You've been staring at the screen like it might bite you," Renata said.

"I'm fine." Tessa's voice went thin. "You two just—you're very close. I mean, obviously. You're together."

Hana smiled. "We've been close to you for months. You blush every time Renata looks at your mouth."

"I do not."

"You do," Renata said, gentle. "And you keep wearing that little sweater that shows how slim you are, and you keep saying you don't know why you come over so often. We know why. We've wanted to say it out loud."

Tessa's hands twisted in her lap. "I'm straight."

"You've said that," Hana said. "You've also said, after two glasses of nothing stronger than this water, that you wonder what it would feel like if we touched you. You said it like a joke. It wasn't a joke."

Color flooded Tessa's throat. She stared at the carpet. "I fantasize about you. Both of you. I don't know what to do with that. I'm nervous all the time around you, and I still come over, and I go home and I—" She swallowed. "I think about your hands. I shave everything before I come here and then I tell myself it's just for me. It isn't just for me."

Renata's fingers slipped into her hair, slow, asking. "Then stay. Let us show you. If you want to stop, you say stop, and we stop. If you want more, you say more."

Tessa looked up, blue eyes wide and shining. "I want more. I'm scared, but I want it."

"Good," Hana murmured, and leaned across her to kiss Renata.

The kiss was unhurried and filthy. Renata opened for it, one hand cupping Hana's jaw, the other still resting in Tessa's hair so Tessa could feel every small shift of muscle. Their mouths made soft sounds. Hana's tongue slid against Renata's, and Tessa made a helpless noise in her throat that neither of them missed.

Renata broke the kiss and turned. "Come here."

Tessa met her halfway. The first touch of mouths was careful, almost shy, then Tessa whimpered and pressed closer, kissing back with a hunger that surprised all three of them. Hana kissed the corner of her mouth, then her cheek, then took over when Renata drew back to breathe. Tessa's hands found Hana's shoulders and held on. When they parted, her lips were wet and her sweater had ridden up.

"Off," Renata said. "If you want."

"I want."

They undressed her on the couch, sweater first, then the thin bra, then jeans and panties eased down her long legs. She was slim and pale, nipples tight, and between her thighs she was completely shaven, pink and already glossy. She tried to close her knees. Hana stroked them open again.

"Beautiful," Hana said. "Look at you. So nervous, and so wet for us."

Renata's palms traveled her ribs, her small breasts, the flat of her stomach. Tessa arched into every pass, breathing hard, embarrassment melting into something eager. When Renata's fingers brushed the bare mound, Tessa spread wider without being asked.

"Please," she said. "I've thought about this so many times. Don't tease me forever."

They moved her to the bedroom because the couch was too narrow for what they wanted. The sheets were cool. Tessa lay back, blond hair fanned out, watching them strip with wide eyes. Renata's body was long and olive-toned; Hana's was softer, fuller at the hips. They kissed over her, then settled on either side.

Hana went down first. She kissed the inside of one thigh, then the other, then pressed her mouth to the smooth, shaven pussy and licked a slow line from entrance to clit. Tessa cried out, hips jerking. Renata held her still with a hand on her belly and slid two fingers into the wet heat, curling them, working them in time with Hana's tongue.

"Oh—God—that's—" Tessa's voice broke. "Your mouth. Your fingers. Don't stop."

"We won't," Renata said, fucking her gently, then deeper, thumb rubbing where Hana's tongue wasn't. Hana sucked her clit, messy and devoted, and Tessa came with a sharp, shocked sound, thighs trembling around Hana's head, slick coating Renata's fingers. They didn't let her come all the way down. Renata took Hana's place, mouth open and hungry on the bare folds, licking her own fingers clean between strokes of her tongue, while Hana pushed two fingers back inside and crooked them until Tessa was begging again, voice gone high and wrecked.

"More," Tessa gasped. "I can take more. I want to feel you both."

Hana reached into the nightstand and came back with a harness and a thick, realistic dildo, already glistening with lube. She stepped into the straps, cinched them, and stroked the length once while Tessa stared.

"Still yes?" Hana asked.

"Yes. Please fuck me."

Hana knelt between her legs and pushed in slow. Tessa's mouth fell open at the stretch, slim body bowing off the bed, hands fisting the sheets. Hana seated the toy deep and held there, letting her adjust, then began to thrust, steady and deep, the harness kissing Tessa's shaven mound on every stroke. Renata swung a leg over Tessa's face and lowered herself until Tessa's mouth met her cunt.

"Lick," Renata said, not unkind. "You said you fantasized. Show me."

Tessa did. Nervousness was gone; she held Renata's thighs and licked with clumsy, eager devotion, moaning into her every time Hana drove the strap-on home. The bed rocked. Renata ground down, chasing Tessa's tongue, one hand in blond hair, the other braced on the headboard. Hana fucked her harder, watching the dildo disappear into that tight, wet pussy, listening to the wet sounds and Tessa's muffled pleas.

"She takes it so well," Hana said. "Our straight girl. Look at her eat you."

Renata came with a low groan, flooding Tessa's mouth, and Tessa licked through it, shameless, chasing every drop. When Renata climbed off, Tessa's face was shiny, her eyes blown wide.

"I want both," she said. "The way we talked about. I want you in me at the same time. I can take it. I want to."

They turned her onto her hands and knees. Renata took the harness, slicked the toy again, and slid into Tessa's pussy from behind in one long push that made Tessa sob with pleasure. Hana lay beside her, kissed her shoulder, and worked one lubed finger into her ass, then a second, slow and careful, scissoring until the tight ring relaxed around her knuckles.

"Tell me," Hana said.

"More. Deeper. Fuck me, both of you. Please."

Renata thrust into her pussy while Hana pumped two fingers deep into her ass, finding a rhythm that matched. Tessa pushed back onto both, slim back arched, blond hair stuck to her neck, voice broken into yes and harder and don't stop. The strap-on filled her cunt; Hana's fingers filled her ass; every stroke dragged a raw, grateful sound out of her. Renata reached around to rub her clit. Hana curled her fingers. Tessa came so hard her arms gave out, face in the pillow, pussy clenching around the toy, ass fluttering around Hana's fingers, and still she begged them to keep going until a second wave rolled through her and left her shaking.

They eased out of her with soft words and slower hands. Hana kissed the small of her back. Renata unbuckled the harness and tossed it aside, then gathered Tessa against her chest. All three of them ended up under the sheet, limbs tangled, skin damp, the room quiet except for their breathing.

Tessa laughed once, shaky and bright. "I can't believe I was scared of that."

"You were perfect," Renata said, stroking her hair.

Hana kissed her mouth, tasting all of them. "This isn't a one-time thing. Not if you don't want it to be."

"I don't," Tessa said. "I want to learn what you like. I want your mouths again. I want to wear the strap next time and see if I can make Renata sound like I did."

Renata's smile went slow and private. She was already planning it: Saturday, the bigger toy, Tessa on her back with Hana's thighs around her head, and Renata teaching their nervous blond friend exactly how to fuck a woman until she couldn't speak. She pressed a kiss to Tessa's temple and let the scheme settle, warm and certain, between the three of them.

"Next Friday," she said. "Come over early. We'll start before the movie this time."