Sloan

 

An answer for Bastian is obvious before I leave his office. I want him, too. Have wanted him every single day for five years. Self-doubt is all that forces me from his office without shouting an answer and letting him bend me over his desk.

Once I get home, I am faced with another reason I didn’t answer him. In the form of a knock at my door and a reminder of why I made my resolution in the first place.

Time to embrace myself. All of myself.

“Sugar Tits!” Beaming at me with a bottle of wine my best friend London shouts her usual hello.

And oh, how the plot thickens.

London launches herself at me and I catch her with an arm around her waist. I hold tight as I close the door after her, my face in her thick blonde hair. It’s silky soft in waves that tumble down her back and smells like cookies.

I relish her softness as she presses close, her pert little tits rubbing against mine. London rocks a little side to side and I groan a little as her nipples rub against me. As always, need I only feel for one other person claws at me.

Back in college, London was the first girl I ever kissed. Blamed it on too much to drink. Until later that night I realized neither of us had needed drinks to tangle tongue and feel one another up. We hadn’t drunk at all.

Over the year’s history has repeated itself a few times.

Now it’s only after we make sure we get a little tossed. Tossed enough London climbs into my bed with liquor as the reason we never have to talk about it the next day. It’s never more than some kissing and a little touching.

Truth is, I stop because I want more.

Spent the past five years tortured over who I want to fuck more. My sexy best friend or my sexy boss.

Part two of embracing what I want: admit to myself I am in love with two people.

“Bastian gave you the promotion, I assume?” London kisses my mouth gently and I moan, shoving at her hips even as I drag her closer.

“Yes. Gave me something else too.” I take a deep breath as I shove away from her completely.

“Oh? Gave you that long-dick at last, did he?” London knows how I feel about Bastian—of course, she does—and has been supportive every single moment I’ve pined over him. Until this moment. Something fierce flashes in her pretty green eyes.

“You know about our resolution pact? The Alpha Alpha Mi pact?” I take the wine from her hands to pace to the kitchen and pour us a glass.

“I did, Joy told me about it. She snagged a sexy Santa recently, did you hear?” London giggles and I feel it work its way through me. I don’t react to her laugh the way a friend should.

“Told me something about a hot, filthy Santa, too. I made a resolution for myself, London.” I take a deep breath, down a huge swallow of wine and prepare to be daring.

“Oh! Tell me, tell me, Sugar Tits.” London claps her hands as excitement lights her up. Jesus, she’s beautiful.

“Embrace myself. Decided to embrace myself and my flaws.” My resolution—and honestly that half glass of wine—make me braver than usual.

London watches me as I strip out of my clothes. Nude, I pass a hand over my side where my scars are the worst as tears sting my eyes. London lets out a sound and I reach out, taking her hand.

“These don’t make me who I am, but for a long time I thought they did. I thought it was why I never grew close to anyone.  Truth is I didn’t let myself grow close to someone because the people I wanted closest.... already were.” I don’t know if I am making sense as I press her hand to my side and trace over the scars.

Ten years ago, I went out with friends to have a good time. Instead, we ended up in a ditch in a burning car. I lost two of my best friends and walked away scarred for life. In more ways than one.

“Sloan... you are absolutely gorgeous. Never think different.” I pause the pass of her hand beneath my breast. Holding her eyes, I draw her hand up over my breast and hiss as her thumb skims over my nipple.

“How do you mean it when you say that to me? Do you mean it the way I do? When I tell you in the dark how beautiful you are and how badly I want to taste you?” London slides off the counter and the air crackles between us as she looks into my eyes.

“I don’t come to you in the dark for no reason, Sloan.” Emboldened by her admission, I reach a hand between us to undo the buttons of her sweater. Unsnap her jeans and step away.

“I do want to taste you, London. I want to make you come in the dark as you tell me you want to taste me too.” London shudders and tips her head back as my hands shove at her top.

“You are the only woman I ever wanted to touch like this. I never want to stop in the dark either but... I can’t lose you, Sloan. God, I want you though. I want you so bad.” London’s eyes glow bright green as she watches my hands shove at her jeans.

We move backwards to the table behind us as London drops her clothes. Jesus, she’s gorgeous. Strong thighs and curvy hips, pert breasts that I reach out and fill my hands with. A tiny strip of blond hair above a pretty pussy that makes my mouth water.

London is slender but fit and she presses against me as I reach the table. We both moan as we wind our arms around each other. Our skin glows beneath the early evening sun. No more kisses or touches in the dark.

“Made a promise to myself. Dared to embrace how I felt for you both. I want you, London. I want him, too. I want you both for myself as selfish as that is.” I moan as her hands caress me; tweaking my nipples before sliding over my tits and between my legs.

“I want you too, Sloan. I think I always have. Promise me I won’t lose you.” I lift her atop the table to step between her legs, both of us whimpering as we rub against one another.

“You won’t lose me, London. I love you both. God, I really do love the both of you.” It’s freeing to say it out loud—that I truly love them both.

Taking London’s full lips in a deep kiss, I give in to the desires I have held back for so long. Kissing her lips, her jaw, her tits, sucking at her nipples, biting at her shoulders. Fingers slide over her skin, through her thick hair, between her pussy and our moans mingle.

“Been sharing you for five years, Sloan. You can love us both because you love big. Just love him different than you love me.” I tangle my hands in her thick hair and tug her against me, bending to lick at her mouth.

“I do. Love you. London,” I yank her head back as my hand drops between her legs, finding her wet, “Wanted to fuck you for years. To taste your pussy and make you come. Couldn’t risk it because I love you so fucking much. We fuck right now we don’t go back to kissing in the dark. You want me to make you come?” Spreading her slit, I find her clit and rub slow circles.

“Yes. Yes. Please! Make me come, Sloan.” London mewls before I slip my tongue into her mouth so I can do just that.