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Author’s Note: First of all, if you’ve found this story randomly, then welcome. Skip everything in this note and continue to the story. I hope you enjoy.
However, if you follow me, or even if this is your second story of mine, I want to give a brief explainer. All my stories take place in the same universe. You will see a lot of character crossover. Generally speaking, they are posted in chronological order. But each story should still be able to stand alone. And thus, you should be able to read them in whichever order you choose.
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“So, I think I might be ready to try a threesome.”
Laney and Zoe were cuddling in bed after random afternoon sex. It hadn’t been anything wild, they’d only fingered each other, but it had still been sexy. And a very necessary release.
Their relationship was almost at the one month mark. And most days, when they both finished classes, this is how they wound up. Sweaty and naked, yet still clutching each other in post-coital bliss. They were still very much in the ‘honeymoon’ phase of things.
“Oh yeah?” Laney replied to her girlfriend’s unexpected comment.
“Well, I feel bad that I’ve made you go so long without one,” Zoe replied.
“I mean…it’s only been a month,” Laney said, rolling her eyes. “You make me sound like an addict.”
“I know, but you used to have so much weird sex before me. And now, you’ve gone without it since we started dating.”
Laney stared at her girlfriend for a long moment. Zoe looked like a Google-image search of a hot Mediterranean girl. Long brown hair, deeply tanned skin, a beautiful face, and a body that would make anyone drool. Her tits and ass were as close to perfect as Laney could imagine. Honestly, she was closer to a Mediterranean goddess than anything else. Sometimes, it was hard for Laney to see her and not want to bury her face between the other girl’s legs for days.
“You know, we have some pretty weird sex too,” Laney responded eventually. And they did. Zoe had an intense anal fetish. In a span of four weeks, Laney had put a staggering amount of objects up her girlfriend’s ass. Her fingers, her tongue, vibrators, dildos, plugs, once even a toe.
Zoe shrugged. “I guess. I just figured you might miss being with boys.”
Being bisexual was weird. Because as much as she enjoyed being with Zoe, the words were also true. Laney did miss sex with boys. Before they were together, life had conspired to give Laney a pretty impressive array of sexual experiences. In one weekend alone, she had once fucked five different people. All on purpose. And instead of making her feel dirty, it felt empowering. Like she was in complete control of her sexuality.
“You’d really be into it?” Laney asked. “You’ve only been with one boy before. And you didn’t even really like that.” She was trying to play it cool, but just the thought of sharing Zoe with another person made Laney a little wet.
Zoe shrugged. “I didn’t like it because he was a douchebag. I mean, admittedly, it took me too long to figure that out. But I don’t have anything against sex with boys…it’s just sex with that boy that I’m against.” She paused. “Anyway, I’m a much different person now than I was then. And besides you’ll be there. Everything’s hot when you’re involved.” She bit the corner of her lip and smiled. “Also, maybe this new boy could put his dick in my ass.”
Laney laughed. “Well, if you’re into it, I’m into it.” She leaned forward to plant a kiss on her girlfriend’s lips. “I know a few boys on campus that wouldn’t need much convincing.”
Zoe hesitated. “Do you think for our first threesome, we could maybe choose a boy you haven’t slept with? I don’t want you to share me with someone you’ve already been with. I want us to both share someone new together.”
Laney frowned again. “I’m sorry your first girlfriend is kind of a slut.”
“Stop it,” Zoe said, rolling her eyes. “I love how slutty you are. It’s legitimately what attracted me to you in the first place. You’re just so free and open.”
Laney kissed her again. But deeply this time. With lots of tongue.
“That’s more like it,” Zoe said. “Now let’s think about how to find a boy to fuck.”
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After fooling around and trading fantasies for the rest of the afternoon, they went to a bar that night. It wasn’t anything fancy. Just a campus watering hole. But they had decided to go all out for the evening.
Zoe wore a red halter top dress that clung to her boobs and ended just below her ass. It was sexy as hell, but based on how little it left to the imagination, it probably only barely counted as clothing.
Laney didn’t think she was as hot as her girlfriend. But she was definitely pretty, albeit in an edgier way. She had sleeve tattoos. The left arm dedicated to fantasy motifs. The right arm, sci-fi. Currently, her hair was dyed magenta. Tonight, she was in a skimpy black dress. Simple spaghetti straps supported a neckline that dipped üzümlü escort far down her chest, probably revealing too much cleavage. She liked how it showed off the full artistry of her tattoos.
It didn’t take long before a few boys approached them. All wore the attire of frat boys out on the prowl, looking for a hookup. Pastel shorts. Differently colored pastel button-downs, sleeves rolled up. Toms. And sunglasses for some reason, even though they were inside…at night.
Laney was about to tell them to get lost when she noticed Zoe batting her eyes demurely. She turned to stare at her girlfriend. “You cannot be serious.”
Zoe’s eyes flicked nervously back and forth between Laney and the guys. “Aren’t we trying to get laid?” she asked under her breath.
Laney let out a deep sigh and turned to face the misogyny before them. (She was pretty sure that was the correct collective noun for a group of frat boys.) “Sorry fellas, we’re gay. Unless any of you have a vagina, you can keep walking.”
“You know a dick for the night would probably do you some good,” one of them had the gall to say. “It’d at least loosen you up some.”
“Even if that were true, I’ll take a dick that isn’t dripping with VD. So, yeah, hard pass.”
“Come on, Chad. Let’s go,” one of the others said. “Plenty of chicks here who aren’t dykes.” And with that, the misogyny wandered off.
“Well, that was aggressive,” Zoe said.
“Right?” Laney replied.
Zoe laughed. “I meant you turning them down.”
Laney held out her hands in exasperation. “Did you see them? They were douchebags.”
“Sure,” Zoe sighed. “But Chad was kind of right. We literally are just looking for a dick for the night.”
“Yeah, but can’t we aim higher than frat boys?” Laney paused to look around the bar. Her eyes landed on a quiet guy at the far side of the room. He was wearing a shirt that simply read, ‘Science, it works bitches.’ He was nursing a beer and sitting with a co-ed group of people in similar attire. Laney pointed him out to Zoe. “Take him for instance,” she said.
“You mean that nerd?” Zoe asked.
“Do you know how much he would worship us? Like, we would legitimately change his life. Versus any of the ones from that first gaggle. For them, we’d just be another notch in their bedposts. Another thing to high-five and backslap over.”
“Yeah…I guess.” Zoe replied, evaluating the guy in the science shirt. “But there’s a reason girls aren’t jumping all over him. He’s a charisma vacuum and he’s barely attractive.”
“I mean…he’s sort of cute.”
Zoe was about to respond when a new guy walked over. He was definitely attractive, but in a jock-y kind of way. His hair was slicked back with gel and he had a strong jawline. A tight t-shirt emphasized the muscles of his arms. Even his abs somehow showed through the shirt. Honestly, it wasn’t so different from the outfit that Zoe wore. They both knew they were displaying their goods for market.
“I’ve got to say, you two ladies are beautiful.”
Zoe batted her eyelashes and shrugged her shoulders, offering up a ‘thank you.’ Laney just rolled her eyes.
“And I mean,” the guy continued. “You’d be even prettier with your lips wrapped around by dick.”
“What?!” Laney heard herself blurt.
“I’m just trying to figure out if the three of us are going to fuck tonight, or what.”
“Actually,” Zoe began.
“Keep walking douchebag,” Laney told him, cutting off Zoe before she said more. “You need to try harder than that.”
As he walked away, Laney heard him mutter the word ‘bitch’ under her breath.
“You have to admit he was hot,” Zoe told her, after the guy was out of earshot. “And he did want to fuck us.”
“We’re both hot. And we have vaginas. Boys want to fuck us,” Laney replied.
Zoe rolled her eyes. “It just seems like with him, it would have been simple. We wouldn’t have to lure anyone back to our room and hope for the best. We could have maybe skipped the middle man.”
“Do you mean the part where we say, ‘hey, want to have sex with us?’ and the boy says, ‘uh…yep?’ Because it doesn’t seem like that much of a step. Also, what do you mean ‘lure?’ You’re making us sound like sexual predators.”
Zoe let out an exasperated sigh. “Well, what do you suggest?”
“I think we’re going about this wrong.” Laney said. “Like I said, boys wants to fuck us. But we need to find the right one. A sweet one.”
“God, you’re sappy.”
Laney looked at her, nostrils flared. “You’re lucky you’re so hot.”
“Oh! And good at eating vagina. Don’t forget that.”
“Yes, that too,” Laney replied. “Look, we’re trying to give a guy the best night of his life. Let’s just make sure we get one who deserves it.”
“Ugghh, you’re right,” Zoe said with a frustrated sigh. “But, I hope you know how horny I am right now. I’m not planning on going to bed like this.”
Laney leaned over to kiss her. “I know. Taking care of each other is our thing now.” She stood uzunköprü escort up to leave.
“I’m going to go down on you too, you know.”
Laney gave her hand a squeeze as they left the bar.
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The next day, they went out to the Quad. Tech was the sort of old-school campus that still had a big green area in the middle of the dorms called ‘the quad.’ Girls were sunbathing, clusters of students were sitting around talking, a group of boys were playing a game of Ultimate. Laney and Zoe sat under a shady tree and evaluated their options.
“I still feel like we’re overthinking this,” Laney said.
“I wanted us to go home with a guy last night,” Zoe said. “You’re the reason we only went down on each other instead.”
Laney frowned, glancing around. “Well how about him then?” she asked, motioning toward a guy sitting by a different tree nearby. Long brown hair poured over his shoulders as he read ‘The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue.’
“Ugghhkk.” Zoe stuck out her tongue. “Why are you so into nerds?”
It was a fair point. He was a nerd. Laney didn’t know why she gravitated to that type.
“How about him?” Zoe pointed out a guy surrounded by a group of girls. They were all laughing at him as he told some joke. Apparently the punchline involved him thrusting his hips at some imaginary object.
Lady rolled her eyes. “Why are you only into the douchebags?”
Zoe shrugged. “It’s all I’ve ever known, I guess.”
They were clearly going to have to find some common ground. Someone a little bit nerdy, but also a little bit jock-y. Suddenly the game of Ultimate moved their way. One guy ran towards them at nearly full speed. He laid out in a dive for the frisbee, catching it only feet from them. His teammates cheered at his performance.
As he stood up, he turned to grin at them. “Did you two see that? That was the best catch of my life,” he said, as he turned to saunter back towards his friends.
“What about him?” Zoe asked when he was out of earshot.
“I actually have my English 101 class with him. His name’s Zack. He seems really sweet.”
Zoe reached over and patted her on the leg. “Did we just agree on our mark?”
“Do we have to call him a mark?”
“Shut up, you know what I mean. Is this a guy we could fuck?”
Laney stared at Zack with renewed interest. He was tall-ish. Just a bit over six feet. Definitely cute. Strong jaw, brown hair, curly and short. Clearly, he was in good shape. And he wasn’t dating anyone, as far as Laney could remember. “Yeah, I think maybe,” she said, nodding her head.
Zoe had a giant grin plastered to her face. “I’m already picturing what he looks like naked,” she said. “How do you think we should go about luring him into bed with us?”
“I mean we probably just ask. He’s a guy after all. And we’re two hot young ladies.”
Zoe nodded her head, clearly not listening, the wheels in her mind already spinning. “Maybe you invite him over to study. Then we do a sort of good-cop-bad-cop kind of thing.”
Laney rolled her eyes. “What does that even mean in this context?”
Zoe frowned as she thought. “I guess I mean more of a good-cop-sexy-cop kind of thing.”
“I’m still not sure I follow. We can just tell him we want to have sex with him.”
“Yeah…but that’s awkward. And weirdly forward. We need an angle. A bit.” She shrugged. “I don’t know, I’m not good with guys.”
“First of all, you wanted to go home with a guy last night who’s opening line was that he thought his dick would look good in your mouth.” Laney smiled to soften the blow. “But second, can our bit just be that we have boobs and vaginas? And want to sleep with him? Like, that’s probably enough.”
Zoe let out a dramatic sigh. “Yeah, but there’s no mystery there. No intrigue. We have to use our feminine wiles to seduce him. You know, turn him to the dark side.”
It was Laney’s turn to let out a sigh. “So, you want me to invite him over to study? And I assume you’ll be playing slutty cop. I’ll be good cop, whatever that means. And a threesome will ensue?”
Zoe patted her on the leg. “See, now you get it.” She watched Zack with a hungry gaze as he continued to play. “Like you said, we’re going to give this boy the best day of his life.”
Laney rolled her eyes again. But she also continued watching Zach as he leapt up to make another incredible catch. He was definitely cute. And sweet. There were worse options.
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Two days later, Laney and Zoe sat on the couch in their room, watching a documentary about JonBenét Ramsey, when Zack texted. He was at the doors out front, waiting to be let in. Laney stood up, raising her eyebrows at Zoe.
They lived in an all-girls dormitory that didn’t have any restrictions on visitors. Other than the requirement that non-residents had to buzz in and be led to a room. All things equal, it was a good van escort rule.
Zack smiled gregariously at Laney as she let him in downstairs. It hadn’t even been that hard to get him there. She got his number from a friend. And a simple text stating, “Really struggling with our test on Shakespeare. Heard you’re super into it. Wanna come help me study? This is Laney Baker btw.” None of it was actually true. As far as she could tell, she understood the assigned play far better than him. But he had jumped at the opportunity. The winking eye emojis she put at the end of the text probably didn’t hurt either.
“Who’s ready to study Hamlet?” he asked as he walked through the door to their building.
“Do you mean A Midsummer’s Night’s Dream?” Laney asked.
“Right, that’s what I meant,” Zack replied sheepishly.
Laney rolled her eyes as she turned to lead him to their room, consciously remaining in front of him, so that he could appreciate the yoga pants she wore. They weren’t anything particularly fancy, but they really accentuated her ass. And she wanted him to wonder what was in store. She even led him up the stairs, instead of using the elevator, just so he would have a chance to stare.
Laney was starting to feel sexy and excited, until she let Zach into their room. Zoe had clearly changed in the five minutes she’d been gone. She now stood by her desk wearing only a flimsy cami and a thong.
“Oh!” Zoe said in surprise. “You didn’t tell me we were going to have visitors!”
Laney stared at her barely clad girlfriend with mild frustration. Apparently this is what ‘sexy-cop’ looked like.
“I must’ve forgotten to mention it,” Laney said in monotone.
To his credit, Zack looked away. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to intrude,” he said, his back turned to the room.
“No, it’s fine,” Zoe giggled. “Y’all are welcome to study. This is just what I wear when Laney and I are alone. Now that we’re dating, I mean.” She paused to smile at that. “I’ll just try not to intrude.”
Laney fought to keep her eyes from rolling off her face. Was she honestly expected to keep up the charade at this point? What did ‘good-cop’ even look like at this point?
“Oh.” Zack’s voice deflated. “I didn’t realize you were…I mean, I didn’t know you had…a girlfriend.”
“Sorry,” Laney said, suddenly worried about their plan. What if Zack now thought of them as off-limits? “This is Zoe. She’s my roommate. And, we’ve only been official for a few weeks now.” She paused to take in her girlfriend’s body. “Also, this is apparently what she wears when we’re…well, this actually is what she wears when we’re alone. I just didn’t expect…you know what, never mind.”
“No, it’s…it’s ok. I don’t mind,” Zack replied, trying not to stare too openly. “Also, I’m Zack. It’s nice to meet you Zoe.” He held out his hand to her, and when she reached to shake it she did a little curtsy they made her boobs jiggle.
He gave a nervous chuckle. “I feel kind of dumb now,” he said. “I was actually kind of hoping that this whole thing was just a ruse.”
“A ruse?” Zoe asked in her most confused voice.
“Yeah, you know, maybe Laney was actually hoping for…” he trailed off. “Well, nothing I guess. Never mind.”
“You were going to try and put the moves on her in gray sweatpants and a Batman t-shirt?” Zoe asked, giving him a hard up and down.
Zack laughed. “I figured it would have felt obvious if I came in a suit.”
Laney frowned. “Nope,” she replied slowly. “Just a normal study session. No ulterior motives here.” This was becoming quickly farcical. And he hadn’t even been in their room for a full minute.
Zack turned to Laney and gave a weak smile. “Sorry, if I’m coming off like a douche here. But, in all honesty, I could probably use some extra study. I’ve actually barely started the play.” His eyes flashed briefly to Zoe’s chest. “On a side note, it’s cool that you two are together. The world needs more hot lesbians.”
Laney let out a sigh and led him to their study table. She tried to make her hips sway, but in comparison to Zoe’s basically bare ass, her yoga pants were feeling much less sexy than they previously had.
“So, what year did Shakespeare even write this in, do you know?”
“Yeah, I think it was in, uhh…uhh…” Zack trailed off staring towards Zoe’s bed.
Laney followed his gaze to find Zoe making her bed. She was bent over at the waist. Her ass protruding towards them, the thin strip of fabric from her thong plunging between her ass cheeks.
“It was like 1600, right?” Laney asked, still trying to play a role she had no desire to actually play.
“Umm, yeah, I think so,” Zack replied, tearing his attention back to her. “It was like his tenth play, so 1600 sounds about right.”
Laney cocked her head. That was suspiciously close to an actual fact. “Was it really his tenth?”
“I mean, I can’t name the first nine. But that’s what I read online.”
Laney nodded her head, a little impressed. “And he wrote it about fairies?”
Zack began to respond, but his gaze was again on Zoe.
Laney turned to look. This time, Zoe was on all fours, ostensibly looking under the bed. Her legs were spread and her ass was in the air, the thong pressed tight against her vagina and asshole. It was the opposite of subtle. Laney could even see bits of labia peeking out.
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