Speaker 1: I heard the key turn at one forty seven am.
The grandfather clock in the hall had been counting seconds
for three hours while I scrolled through my phone, half
watching some reality show about people renovating houses they couldn't afford.
Mister and Missus Callahan were supposed to be home by eleven.
Eleven became midnight. Midnight became don't worry about it, Julie,
we'll pay you double double was already in my venmo.
I didn't mind their toddler, Liam had conked out by
eight and hadn't made a peep since easy money. The
front door swung open, and they spilled through it like
a single or, her heels dangling from her fingers, his
tie already loosened to half mast. Missus Callahan Maya, she
always insisted I call her. Maya saw me on the
couch and her face lit up like I was the
guest of honor. Julie. She dropped her heels. They clattered
on the hardwood. You're still here, Oh my god, you're
an angel. David, her husband, shut the door with his
shoulder and grinned at me. He had that loose jawed grin.
Men get around, drink three she's not an angel. Angels
don't charge double ignore him. Maya crossed the room and
collapsed onto the cushion beside me, close enough that I
could smell her perfume mixing with whatever amber liquid lingered
on her breath. Her hand found my knee. You're worth
triple my face, heated, Liam was perfect. Didn't wake up once,
because you're the best. Her hand didn't move, if anything,
her thumb traced a small circle against the denim of
my jenes isn't she the best? David? David had wandered
toward the kitchen, but stopped in the doorway, leaning against
the frame. His eyes moved from his wife's hand on
my knee to my face. Something in his expression shifted, curiosity, maybe,
or a question. He was too drunk to form. The
best he said, and his voice had dropped an octave.
Maya leaned closer, her shoulder pressed against mine. Do you
have a boyfriend, Julie, some one waiting up for you?
The question landed wrong or right, depending on how you
looked at it. My pulse did something fluttery in my throat. No,
no boyfriend, pretty girl like you. She tucked a strand
of hair behind my ear, and the gesture was so intimate,
so unnecessary, that I forgot to breathe for a second.
Their loss, David crossed back toward us. He didn't sit
on the other end of the couch. He sat on
the coffee table directly in front of me, his knees
almost bumping mine, and looked at me with the kind
of focus that made my skin feel too tight. You
ever think about it? He asked about what Maya's hand
slid from my knee to my thigh about us. I
should have stood up, I should have laughed it off,
grabbed my keys, muttered something about how late it was,
but my body had other ideas. A pulse beat low
and insistent between my legs. My mouth opened and no
words came out. We've seen how you look at us,
Maya murmured, her lips close up enough to brush my ear,
both of us. David reached forward and touched my ankle,
his thumb pressing against the bone. It's okay. If we
misread this, you say the word, we call you an uber,
and we never mention it again. I didn't say the word.
Maya's teeth grazed my ear lobe. But if we didn't
misread it. She pulled back just far enough to look
at my face. Her eyes were dark, pupils blown wide
from the dim living room light and the alcohol. David's
hand was still on my ankle, warm and steady. Then
Maya said it flat, a statement, not a question. Fuck it, Julie,
do you want to fuck with us? The words hung
in the air like smoke. I felt my pulse in
places I didn't know how to pulse. My cunt clenched
around nothing, a sharp, involuntary squeeze that made my hips
shift on the cushion. Yes, I heard myself say yes.
What happened next dissolved into hands and mouths and the
creak of leather. As David pulled me to my feet.
Maya's lips found mine first, soft and tasting of whiskey
and something sweet, while her husband's hands worked the button
of my jeans. I gasped into her mouth, and she
swallowed the sound. She's shaking. David said, his voice, somewhere
near my collarbone. That's good. Maya kissed the corner of
my mouth, my jaw, the hollow of my throat. That
means she wants it. My jeans pooled around my ankles.
My shirt followed. Then Maya was guiding me down onto
the rug while David unbuckled his belt, and I watched
her knee walk toward him. Watched her wrap her fingers
around the base of his cock and turn her head
to look at me. Come here, she said, let me
show you how I crawled to her. The wool of
the rug scraped my knees. She positioned me beside her,
both of us on our knees in front of David,
who stood with his back against the couch and his
cock thick and curving upward in the lamplight. Maya guided
my hand to join hers. Our fingers overlapped around his shaft.
She showed me the rhythm, slow twisting at the top,
a squeeze below the head that made his jaw tighten
and his breath hitch. Like that, she whispered, Now your mouth.
She leaned in, first, taking the head between her lips,
and then pulled back and nodded at me. I replaced
her mouth with mine, salt and skin. The weight of
him on my tongue. Maya stroked his bass while I
took him deeper, and then her mouth was on my cheek.
My chin, catching the saliva that dripped from the corner
of my lips. She kissed me with her husband's cock
between us, her tongue tangling with mine while we shared
the taste of him. Jesus, David breathed. His hand found
the back of my head. That's yeah, like that, Maya
pulled away first. She lay back on the rug and
tugged my hips toward her face. Keep sucking him. Don't stop.
Her mouth found my cunt, and my whole body jerked.
My cry vibrated around David's cock. She licked into me
with the flat of her tongue, slow and deliberate, parting
me open while her husband's fingers twisted in my hair.
Pleasure spiked from both directions, him in my throat, her
on my clit, and I couldn't tell where one sensation
ended and the other began. She tastes incredible, Maya said,
muffled against my skin. David groaned, let me see. The
shift was a blur of repositioning David on his back
on the rug, Maya straddling his hips and sinking down
on to him with a sigh that became a moan.
Her hand on my wrist pulling me forward until I
was hovering over David's face. Sit, she commanded, and I did.
His tongue was relentless. Maya and I faced each other,
both of us upright, both of us writing different parts
of the same man. She gripped my hips to steady me.
Our foreheads touched her breath was hot on my mouth
while she bounced on her husband's cock, and I ground
against his tongue. You feel good, she panted. I can
tell you're close. I was, God, I was. The room
had narrowed to just the three of us, sweat and
skin and the wet sounds of fucking. Then Maya's rhythm stuttered.
She looked down at David at where their bodies joined,
and some silent communication passed between them. She lifted off
him suddenly, her thighs slick, and guided me with firm
hands to replace her position. Your turn, she said, ride him.
I straddled David's hips. The head of his cock nudged
against my entrance. Maya's hand wrapped around his shaft, aiming him,
and I sank down. The stretch of him made my
mouth fall open. That's it. Maya kissed my shoulder, then
climbed higher until she was positioned above David's face. She
lowered herself onto his mouth and gripped my shoulders. Now
fuck him. Ha. We found a rhythm together, Maya and
I moving in tandem, two women using one man's body
and beneath us. David's breaths came ragged and desperate. I
could feel the tension building in him, the coiling of
muscle under my thighs. Maya felt it too. She reached
down and pressed her palm flat against my lower belly,
holding me in place. He's close, she whispered, her eyes
locked on mine, bright and wild, Do it fill her?
Maya's voice cut through the haze of sweat and friction
and the wet sounds of our bodies. Her palm pressed
flat against my lower belly, holding me down on David's
cock and beneath me. I felt him surge upward, a deep,
buried pulse that made my whole body seize. Oh shit.
My voice came out ragged, half moan, half panic. Heat
bloomed inside me, a spreading liquid warmth that I felt
in my core, deeper than anything I'd ever experienced. David
groaned through clenched teeth, his hips bucking up against mine,
and I could feel each pulse of him emptying into me.
Maya's eyes were locked on mine, wild glistening. That's it,
take it. The pulsing stopped. David's grip on my hips slackened.
For one suspended second, the room was silent except for
our breathing. Three bodies tangled on the living room rug,
the grandfather clock ticking somewhere in the hall, oblivious. Then
reality crashed through. I scrambled off him. His cock slipped
out of me with a wet sound that would have
embarrassed me if I wasn't already hurtling toward full blown panic.
I landed on my hands and knees on the carpet,
and the shift in gravity made me feel it immediately,
the slickness between my thighs, the warmth tracking down the
inside of my leg. Oh no, oh, no, no no.
I looked down. A pearl of white was already beating
at the top of my thigh, catching the lamplight. More followed.
I clenched instinctively and felt another gush escape, dripping onto
the wool rug beneath me. I don't want to get pregnant.
The words tore out of me, high and reedy. I
didn't care how I sounded. I didn't care that I
was naked and sweating and kneeling on my employer's floor
with their cumb sliding down my leg. My brain had
narrowed to a single, screaming thought. He came inside me.
I squatted on the carpet, thighs spread and bore down.
Nothing dignified at it. Just a nineteen year old girl
in a stranger's living room, heels pressed to her ass,
trying to push a grown man's seed out of her
body before it took root. My abdominal muscles cramped with
the effort. A thin dribble of white escaped and splattered
on the rug between my feet. Come on, I muttered.
My face was burning, my eyes were stinging, Come on,
come on, come on. A laugh broke through my concentration.
Don't worry about it. Maya said, if you do get prego,
I know a good babysitter. Then she laughed and laughed
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