Mark and I alone

The next day is Mark’s day off. But not Sasha’s. Mark slips on a blue sweater, nice for this chillier weather we’ve been getting, and a pair of jeans. I get dressed in a blue sweater dress of my own, though mine is a lighter blue. And Sasha is boring because of work so she’s just wearing her office clothes. After breakfast we both see Sasha off with a kiss. “Have fun you two!” Her tone makes it clear she’s hoping we spend some time having sex… I love you Sasha, but why do you have to make everything sexy? Honestly she was always more aggressive than me but it really seems like she’s been extra pushy about it ever since we all got together. We both wave her off.

And then we stand awkwardly together. Most of our relationship up to this point has been centered around our shared interest of Sasha. We’ve certainly found a surprising amount of chemistry beyond that, but that has been the core… yeah, I have no idea what to say. So I just walk away silently and do my daily half hour worth of cleaning. I choose not to look at him and wonder what he might be thinking.

But unfortunately that plan only has so much time it can be successful. “Are you mad at me?” I jerk up in surprise at the question. Mostly because I hadn’t realized he had entered the living room while I was wiping down the coffee table. The actual question also confuses me. Mad at him? Of course not, we haven’t even spoken this morning, why would I be mad at him?

“No?” I tilt my head to the side. It’s a bit over dramatic, but it helps express the magnitude of my confusion over the question.

“Okay, good… do you want to hang out? We can play some games or something.” Oh! He’s trying to bond with me more. Video games and books worked before, but we can’t exactly read a book together. I feel a little giddy at the realization he’s thinking of me.

I smile shyly up at him. “Okay, let’s play something.” We end up playing some Mario Kart… and I realize with shame that I always picked the smallest characters. They have such good acceleration! Not wanting to lose, I swallow my pride and pick the baby princess and her biddybuggy cart. Did it need to be the baby princess specifically? No, but that’s the character I usually played as. I glance over at Mark, and can tell he’s trying not to smirk at my character choice. He chooses Bowser… oh you poor sweet summer child, smirk all you want.

A few races later, and Mark fully appreciates the value of acceleration over speed in a game that blows you up and smacks you to a stop as often as this one does. “Babies are the best in Mario Kart.” I speak my opinion confidently… knowing it mostly just applies at our skill level since the top tier folks are way better at avoiding damage than us.

Mark chuckles. “Apparently. What do you want to do next?”

“… how did you and Sasha get together?” Okay, I probably could have transitioned into that better. But I really want to know!

He looks a little uncomfortable at the question. Understandable, he got with her after we broke up. But it should be all better now since we are all together. “Uh… well.” I’m starting to feel bad about asking, he’s really struggling to answer. “You see… maybe I should start at the beginning. I met her in college, and she was amazing. I was always jealous of her boyfriend back home that she would tell her friends about. And then we started working at the same company. Me and you actually met once back when she brought you to a company event, but we didn’t talk much so it’s fine if you don’t remember me from back then. Everyone in the office knew she was taken and absolutely infatuated with you. So naturally everyone also knew when you two broke up. She did not take it well. But I was her best friend in the office, so it basically fell to me to try and make her feel better. Both as her friend and so she could get back to work. Our project was counting on her pulling her weight. So we went out to get some drinks.”

I see why he felt awkward telling me this. Sure, logically I knew that he had to have helped her after the breakup in order for them to be a couple by the time I came back, but somehow I hadn’t fully internalized the idea that I was integral to this story. “She was pissed at you. She knew something was wrong and you wouldn’t tell her so she felt she had **** but to make you talk to her or make you leave. And she felt horrible when it ended up being the latter. The way she described it, she basically broke up with you by accident, and didn’t fully appreciate the consequences until the next day when she woke up alone. Most of our first conversation was her drunkenly scheming to get you back without admitting she made a mistake.” He pauses a moment to look me in the eyes. “I’m not taking a side on the break up by the way, I wasn’t there and it sounds like you were both being idiots honestly.”

I snort a small laugh at the sudden aside. “Um, yeah. I wasn’t thinking clearly…”

He smiles and rolls his eyes. “Well, anyways. It took some time to calm her down. And I… sort of explained that she shouldn’t try and **** someone to be with her when they didn’t want to be… which she didn’t take well. She got drunk, asked me why I thought you didn’t want to be with her anymore, and I told her I didn’t know why anyone wouldn’t want to be with her.”

I have mixed feelings. One, he basically just admitted he talked her out of trying to get back together with me. Two, apparently Sasha and I both tend to make major decisions while drunk. And three, my drunk decisions end with me in an alleyway and hers gets a happy stable relationship. Life is unfair. “So, you got together then?” I try to keep emotion out of my voice.

“Well, we weren’t exactly dating after just that, but yes. I was a rebound, and I knew it. And she knew I knew it, so was pretty open about it. She wasn’t mean or anything, but she made it clear that first week or so that if you came back she would drop me instantly. So it wasn’t exactly the most romantic first couple of dates. Still, I’ve known her for a while and her loyalty is one of her best qualities. I just hoped I could win her over before you came back into the picture… and honestly, I have no idea if I did or not. You showing up like this… it changed things. I think I succeeded in the following weeks, but now we’ll never know.”

Ooph. That has to hurt. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah. Don’t worry about it. Honestly I don’t want to harp on it much, as you have basically the opposite side of the coin on that problem, and additional problems on top. But you asked about it, and I didn’t want to lie. Sasha is a wonderful lady… but she can be a bit reckless with people’s feelings sometimes.”

Well, I wasn’t expecting the answer, but I guess I now know why she was adamant about me joining them. I have conflicting emotions over this, as she loves me so much she doesn’t want me out of her life, but she hurt Mark in the process… and I'm a bit of a hypocrite because the only solution I can think of is to make him feel loved in this weird little poly arrangement too. I take his hand. “I’m sure she’s sorry for it.”

He smile at me. “Oh I know she is. She’s told me. And she is the only one bold enough between the three of us to actually make the only solution that works for all of us be real.” He takes his hand out of mine and grabs mine himself. “None of us should be in competition for each other… right?”

My cheeks start to burn. You can’t just turn on a dime like that! “… right.” He pulls me closer by the hand and touches my cheek before kissing me softly.

“Getting here might have been messy, but don’t misunderstand. I am more than happy with the way things worked out. I’m the luckiest man alive, to have you two with me everyday.” I have literally had the same thought about him several times, but hearing him discount his own problems just because they don’t stack up as high as mine irritates me.

So I do the only thing I can think to do, and kiss him again… then I blush more. Kisses don’t actually fix things! Stupid stupid… he pulls me close and deepens the kiss. Okay, maybe kisses do fix things. Before long I’m magically in his lap as he keeps my lips hostage. I always thought Sasha was an aggressive kisser and the main driver of make out sessions, but Mark might out do her. His firm arms around me remind me of how small I am, but also how safe I am in his arms.

I feel a bulge beneath me from his lap, and am reminded of Sasha’s words to have fun before she left. A shiver runs down my spine. He keeps kissing me, but I have trouble concentrating on my lips as my pussy heats up in a self destructive heat. Last time hurt. Sure we got to the finish, but only with the help of extra hands and a no-quit attitude. He holds me close and keeps kissing me, but he clearly won’t go further if I don’t push for it. So my tight little pussy should be safe.

Because there is no way I would ask him, on my own volition, to have sex with me again.