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Caitlin wouldn’t have considered herself a voyeur before now, but watching April and March make out has her breathing heavy, heart rate speeding up, and her whole body feeling like a live wire.
She’s been standing in the doorway too long – she should leave, or something. Probably. She backs up slowly, trying not to disturb them, yet unwilling to take her eyes off the couple – tracking hands disappearing under shirts and beneath waistbands. She’s almost out when she bumps into the door and manages to slam it closed with herself inside the room. Caitlin closes her eyes and freezes, hoping against hope that the girls on the bed didn’t notice the noise. She can feel herself blushing furiously. Please don’t see me, please don’t see me, please don’t—
“Seems like we’ve got company babe.” April’s voice cuts through Caitlin’s internal pleas.
Fuck.
“Cait’s here,” April murmurs lowly. “Aren’t we lucky?”
March’s only response is a loud moan.
Caitlin’s eyes fly open at that and she lets out a soft gasp at the sight before her. In the few seconds her eyes were closed, her captains moved. They’re sitting up on the bed now, April behind March, looking Caitlin dead in the eye as she trails kisses up her girlfriend’s neck. March is totally lost in pleasure, head thrown back on April’s shoulder, eyes closed, chest heaving. Now she notices that April’s hands are fully beneath March’s shirt, slowly kneading her breasts.
Caitlin’s mouth is completely dry.
“What could she want, I wonder?” April continues, not pausing in her ministrations. “Think she wants to watch?” March shivers at April’s breath on her ear. “Or do you think she wants to join us?”
The whimper that March lets out is positively indecent. Caitlin’s legs feel like jelly and she has to lock her knees to keep herself standing.
“What do you think, Caity-Cait? You wanna get your hands on her?” April’s smile is downright predatory. In a blink, she whips off March’s shirt, baring her breasts to the room.
Apparently March also forewent a bra today – Caitlin can see everything and she’s taking a step toward them before conscious thought.
“Ah-ah, Caity. Lock the door first, would you?” For all it’s phrased as a question, April’s words ring with command and the tone sends heat ripping down her spine before settling low in her stomach.
She tries to turn the lock without looking, unwilling to look away even for a second, as March starts letting out the hottest noises in time with April’s thumbs brushing over her nipples, occasionally squeezing. But Caitlin’s fingers are too clumsy and she has to turn away to lock the door.
When she looks back, both girls are now topless, mouths fused together. Caitlin can see their tongues rubbing against each other. March lets out a muffled yell as Caitlin watches April pinch her nipples. Caitlin’s own nipples tighten in response, enough to show through her shirt. When she’s released, March seems to melt into April’s embrace, totally content.
“What are you waiting for, Caity, don’t you want to feel her for yourself?”
“I – I’ve never – I mean, with myself – but—”
“Ya hear that March? We get to teach her,” April croons with a lick to March’s ear. For the first time, March’s eyes meet Caitlin’s and the excitement in them feels like standing in a hurricane – powerful, dangerous, caught.
“Oh hell yes,” March says, pupils blown so wide they look black.
“Thought you’d like that, baby,” April says with another quick pinch to March’s nipples, getting a yelp for her action. She cocks an eyebrow at Caitlin. “What are you waiting for? Lose the top and get on the bed.”
In a flash her shirt and bra are on the floor and she’s climbing on the bed next to them. Her heart is pounding.
She looks up at them and can actually feel herself getting wet as they both look at her like they want to devour her. Caitlin’s never been worked up this fast before; she’s wild with eagerness.
“Follows direction well, I like that in a girl, don’t I babe?” says April. March nods, not looking away from where her eyes are fixed on Caitlin’s chest.
“Why don’t you be good for me and teach her what else I like?”
“‘M’kay,” March says. She leans up to press her lips quickly to April’s, before nudging her girlfriend into the pillows and beckoning Caitlin closer.
“First things first, Cait. April likes a show,” March slides her hand slowly, so slowly, along Caitlin’s cheek, settling with a thumb stroking her ear, palm and fingers curled around the back of her neck. She pulls Caitlin in, lips close enough that she feels more than hears March’s next words.
“Follow my lead.”
The first real touch of March’s lips to her own has Caitlin sighing and pushing to get even closer. She wants to plaster herself against the older girl – leave no space for even air between them. March forces her to keep the kiss gentle for a bit, just caressing her lips and stroking her hands up and down her bare back, soothing away the last vestiges of Caitlin’s hesitance. Her own hands find their way to March’s waist and her fingers trailing along ribs, working their way higher in a meandering path. And then—
Caitlin’s hands are on March’s chest, and her breasts feel even more perfect than they had looked from across the room. Soft, and warm, just big enough to fill the palms of her hand. March groans at the contact and licks along the seam of her mouth, encouraging Caitlin to open her mouth.
She’s not proud of the noise she makes when March’s tongue slips inside her mouth, seeking and stroking her own tongue, fully taking command of their kiss. It’s all Caitlin can do to keep herself kneeling upright with March and not sink down into the bed next to April.
Eventually, needing to breathe, she wrenches her mouth away. March doesn’t let up, attacking her neck, nipping and sucking her way south and making Caitlin absolutely tremble. She cracks her eyes open to look at April and keens at the sight.
April’s eyes are fixed on the pair of them, pupils blown, only the thinnest ring of color visible. She’s got one hand massaging her own breast and the other—
Holy shit.
The other has disappeared under the waistband of her underwear and Caitlin can see the shadow of her fingers moving under the fabric – can fucking hear how wet April is with every thrust inside herself. A wave of yearning rises up inside; Caitlin wants to be the one sinking her fingers into April’s tight, wet, heat. Caitlin wants to learn every trick to make both girls fall apart. Caitlin wants—
“Oh fuck!”
Her thoughts are derailed when March sucks one of her breasts into her mouth, flicking her tongue over the nipple in a way that makes Caitlin shout in pleasure. Her hands are suddenly in March’s hair, unwilling to let her move any further away. She closes her eyes against the onslaught of pleasure, body already trembling.
“She’s so good at that isn’t she?” April says. “So good with her mouth.”
“Y-yeah,” Caitlin moans.
“Her mouth feels even better on your clit.”
“Shit, March, oh god—” March is sucking on her breast now, hard, and it doesn’t take more than a second for Caitlin to imagine what it would feel like on her clit. A jolt of pleasure goes right to her core at the thought.
“Bet you could get just as good with a little instruction,” pants April. “Better show her the ropes, babe.”
“That seems like a bit of a leap for her first time with us but okay,” March mutters between licks of Caitlin’s clavicle. Each brush of her tongue makes her shiver in pleasure.
“The metaphorical ropes, March.”
“Shame.”
With one muttered word from March, Caitlin’s mind goes into overdrive, flicking from fantasy to fantasy like a highlight reel. April, tying March to the headboard. March kneeling, arms bound, kneeling in the middle of the mattress. Herself tied spread-eagled on the bed, unable to close her legs—
Caitlin’s moaning continuously with each new image and the feeling of March’s lips on her breasts. March smirks when she eventually detaches herself from Caitlin’s chest, nipping the side of her breast as she kneels upright, like she could see exactly what had rushed through her mind.
“Something to keep in mind for next time,” she says. Caitlin whimpers. “Alright, hold one of her legs, Cait – and then scooch closer, that way you can see what I’m doing.” She’s already got April’s underwear down to her knees and April kicks them the rest of the way off, still fingering herself.
“Holy shit, okay, yeah,” Caitlin says, scrambling to obey.
They push April’s legs open together, and March is the one to gently curl her hand around April’s wrist and slowly drags her fingers most of the way out. But then her grip tightens and she forces April’s fingers back inside, thrusts them a few times, and then reaches out to rub April’s clit at the same time.
April is the one moaning now, body thrashing at the sensations. Caitlin strokes her hands up and down April’s thigh, keeping her spread open and at March’s mercy. A few more thrusts, and a finger circling her clit later, and April’s body tenses as she comes with a yell of March’s name. March lets April’s fingers slip all the way out of her body, but doesn’t give her time to recover before she’s leaning down and licking into her instead, finger still circling her clit relentlessly.
April wails and Caitlin must make some sort of worried noise because March pulls back, lips and cheeks already shiny with April’s wetness.
“She can have multiples, but she likes it best when she’s over sensitive,” March says. “We’ve experimented a lot with this, trust me, and pay attention because you’re up next.”
March doesn’t wait for a response before diving back in, this time sucking on April’s clit and reaching out for Caitlin’s hand blindly. Cait shuffles even closer, breathless, as March guides one of her fingers into April, twisted with two of her own, and starts up a steady rhythm of shallow thrusts, but stretching April more than before. She finds her words again, a litany of cursing and encouragement falling from April’s lips.
“Fuck, babe, your mouth, you’re doing so well – so good for me – shit just like that – and – ah – showing Cait so perfect – fucking hell right there!” April yells when March curls their fingers up and strokes over what must be her g-spot.
Caitlin jumps when fingers thread through her own hair and pull, another bolt of pleasure going through her at the slight pain. She can see April’s other hand curled around the back of March’s neck holding her mouth in place on her clit, her whole body curling up with pleasure as she falls over the edge and comes again on a scream.
After a long moment, April’s body relaxes, fingers slip out of Caitlin’s hair to fall limply against the mattress. April’s chest is heaving in time with March’s as March rests her head on April’s thigh. Caitlin’s mouth is watering. She’s aching to get her hands on someone, anything to distract herself from how wet she feels.
“Can I—” she cuts herself off, biting her lip. She doesn’t even know where to start, this whole situation is an embarrassment of riches. March seems to read her mind, and pulls her so she’s braced on her hands and knees over April.
“April’s not done coming yet. Time to put your lesson to good use,” March says. “It’ll take a little little more time to get her close again after her second orgasm, so you’ve got the opportunity to learn what makes her tick.”
March settles in next to her girlfriend on her side, holding her head up with one hand, while the other plays with her own clit. “Tick tock Cait, don’t want to keep her waiting, do you?” Caitlin shakes her head.
“Then be a good girl and get her off, and she’ll let you touch yourself. Impress her enough and I’ll get you off myself.”
Caitlin shivers and gulps and wrenches her eyes away from March and meets April’s hazy gaze.
“C’mere, Cait. Gimmie a kiss,” April rasps. “Don’tcha want to earn that orgasm?”
Caitlin pounces, almost attacking April’s mouth with hers, desperate to touch, finally allowed. Their kiss starts heated and quickly turns filthier and positively molten. She’s running her hands all over April’s already hard nipples, flicking and massaging and stroking, delighting in the sounds each new motion drags from April’s lips. She draws a particularly high whine when she sucks a hickey just below April’s ear – too high for anything but makeup to cover.
She shimmies down the bed to get a better angle on April’s breasts, stroking her hands down her stomach to hold April’s squirming hips in place. And then a thousand of Caitlin’s fantasies are coming true as she finally gets her mouth on April's ample chest. She kisses and licks and sucks and nips and ravishes the girl beneath her. She has no idea how long she’s been at it when a phone alarm starts going off.
She groans at the intrusion, but doubles down, determined to ignore it. March’ll turn it off. Her hips are grinding into April’s now, she can feel herself getting wetter through her underwear as they rub against each other.
The alarm is still going, even louder now, somehow changing from a beeping to a foghorn. Abruptly fed up, she rolls off April to find the phone and turn it off and —
Caitlin lands on her back, panting hard like she’s been running, and her eyes catch on her alarm clock, blaring obnoxiously on her nightstand. She reaches out automatically to shut it off, realizing four things simultaneously:
One – she’s in her own room.
Two – she’s alone.
Three – it’s the weekend, so her alarm didn’t need to go off at all, let alone at seven in the fucking morning.
And Four – she’s thirty seconds away from coming.
With a moan, Caitlin lets her legs splay open and doesn’t waste any time thrusting two fingers inside herself. Her other hand comes up to pinch at her nipples before drifting down to circle her clit roughly.
Flashes of herself in March and April’s bed play before her eyes, pushing her higher and higher – March sucking her nipples – April coming on her own fingers – March with her head thrown back in pleasure – April pulling her hair—
She slips a third finger in, and speeds up her thrusts – she’s so fucking close she just needs a little more when, unbidden, the faint echo of April’s voice: “Don’tcha want to earn that orgasm?”
Her back bows off the bed and she comes with a strangled scream, harder and longer than she normally comes when Chris isn’t around. Her fingers never stop their movements, wanting to draw it out as long as she can stand it. Eventually her whole body is twitching with every thrust, and not in a good way. She gently withdraws her fingers, lazily wiping them on the sheets next to her and basks in the afterglow, taking deep breaths through her nose to try and get her heart rate back under control.
Hours later, after she’s wobbled out of bed, showered, started a load of laundry, and been to the dining hall and back, she texts Chris.
Good luck with your game vs Conn today! <3
Hurry back
I had THAT dream again
We need to ask them TONIGHT
I can’t wait any more