Nia drops the bomb

The last several hours had been an absolute whirlwind of sex. All hell broke loose once Rina and Nia went at it in the kitchen, and the day’s plans fell to the wayside in lieu of our sexual escapades — each activity, every location, all overwritten in some way by our play. We did it during lunch, playing games, watching Youtube videos, and even while changing the last of the laundry.

…Honestly the sex had taken up a greater ratio of the day than I’d anticipated. It was already mid afternoon, and with the rate at which we were going I was positive that, come morning, there wouldn’t be a single portion of my small apartment unstained by our collective fluids.

For now, though, we all lounged on the pullout couch and watched one of Nia’s favorite movies. Rina and I reclined on either end of the makeshift bed, while Nia chuckled at a punchline as she relaxed between us — utilizing me as a pillow and our friend as a footrest.

I was relieved to see that Nia, while still stewing over something, was in better spirits than before.

When I had returned to the room after our last round, having amassed a small collection of ice waters, energy drinks, and powdered additives to help us recoup, I got the distinct impression that our group was in need of a recess. Rina was half asleep, and Nia was zoned out in a sense beyond mere fatigue. Had I taken too long looking for the beverages? Admittedly I’d put them in a counter-intuitive spot within the depths of my pantry, so I had been gone for a while… Regardless, whatever the cause of it was, it had seemed a good time to stop.

And so we laid together, wrapped in a comfortable air as we took in the cheesy romantic comedy which brought my love so much joy.

I held Nia close as we cuddled. Allegedly I was watching the film — and with the amount of times I’d seen it no one could reasonably prove otherwise — but in reality I was captivated by Nia’s far off gaze. It had been a while since she was this spaced…usually I was the one trapped in my thoughts after sex. I couldn’t help but wonder what was going through her head.

I doubted it was any displeasure with how her weekend had shaped up thus far — in fact, unless my love had suddenly changed once more without my knowledge, I was positive she was still in the mood. The way she occasionally squirmed as her eyes wandered over Rina and I was a dead giveaway. Perhaps she simply wasn’t ready to keep going. Well, even if it was something more serious, she didn’t seem prepared to share her feelings yet.

I resisted indulging an ask, as much as the impish desire to pry did scratch at the back of my mind. In these rare circumstances, she had a range of responses; sometimes she opened up and we talked it out easily, sometimes she got defensive and embarrassed. The frequency of the latter had lessened over the years, but I wasn’t sure where she was at the moment, and satiating my curiosity wasn’t worth potentially stressing her out. So, as much as I wanted to know, it would wait. She’d tell me when she was ready, I just had to be ready to listen when that time came.

And, to my surprise, that time came sooner than expected.

About halfway into the movie, as Rina fully drifted off and the shadows of the day grew long, Nia gently crawled up from her laying position and onto my lap, settling comfortably against my chest and pinning me with her weight. She rested an arm on the top of the reclined couch and nestled her face into the crook of my neck, while her other hand caressed the opposite side of my body in light, aimless lines.

Stuck as I was from her body pressing me down, I had been expecting her to attack me; for her to nibble at my neck or some other more overt approach, as she so often did, but not this time. Instead, she continued her array of light, loving touches.

Her nose and lips traced along my hairline, leaving only a tickle and the impression of her warm breath lingering behind. She cradled my jaw in her free hand and brushed against the bottom of my ear, suggesting my face to rub against her own — guiding me in that firm, yet considerate manner Nia knew so well.

I let her lead me, submitting my moves entirely to her whim. It was a contrast of intimacy and control that made my heart race more than any single word of affection ever could. That being said, the sweet inarticulate nothings and small noises that occasionally escaped her certainly didn’t hurt the mood.

After some time spent lavishing me with her tenderness, Nia eventually pulled back and stared into my eyes. There was a remarkable clarity in them, and it felt like she was peering deeper into me than I could truly comprehend. A range of colors washed over her face as she did, some troubled, some pleased, and all complicated.

I wanted to ask if she was alright, but felt that this was the moment I’d been waiting for, and stayed silent in anticipation.

Nia: …Hey…

Her voice was quiet, and not just because Rina was asleep. There was no weakness in her, however; despite the pause, she was careful and considered — it was a purposeful whisper which carried a great deal of weight behind it.

Nia: …Do you trust me?

I felt confused for a moment. What was she talking about? Of course I trusted her, there wasn’t anyone else on the planet I trusted more than Nia. But, looking at her face, I realized she was being very serious. It was clear the question hadn’t been asked in jest, nor was she intentionally stating the obvious. She meant something more; more than the trust that was normally expected of a significant other, something of a far greater gravity.

I met her strong gaze and squeezed Nia in as assuring a fashion as I could, trying to impart the solidity I felt in her.

Emery: I do. I trust you, Nia.

Nia: You promise?

Emery: I promise.

She closed her eyes, before her expression settled and she pulled herself against me once again. While buried in our hair, she whispered softly.

Nia: …I’m only gonna ask this once…kay?

Emery: Alright, shoot.

Nia: You always say you want me to do what I want…and…

She took a slow, deep breath.

Nia: You said this was my weekend, and I could be spoiled. So…I wanna…take the reins and do whatever I want…with Rina… I wanna let loose, like, actually go nuts for a lil bit…and I don’t want you to ask anything, or to do anything, unless I say you can… The only thing I need you to do…and…and you need to please promise me you’ll do it…is you need to look at me the whole time. Don’t take your eyes off me, not even for a second. Okay…?

She pulled back and pressed our foreheads together, an expectant feeling in the air telling me she was finished.

Emery: …I promise. I trust you, hun. Like I’ve said before, please do what you think sounds fun. Indulge yourself. I love you, and I want you to have a good time. You deserve it.

She stared at me for a moment, processing what I’d said…or, rather, what I’d given her permission to do.

I couldn’t lie and say I wasn’t slightly jittery at just how seriously she’d made her proposal, but, far from simple nervousness, I was enduring a cocktail of powerful feelings — most of them positive, if nuanced.

Nia took another deep breath and centered herself. She stroked my face one more time with her hand, then allowed the smallest smirk to creep onto her face.

Nia: …Make sure to enjoy the show, you perv~.

Emery: With an actress like you at the helm? I’m sure it’ll be a perfect 10.

Her smile grew as she slipped from my lap, and proceeded to sit close to Rina and lightly massaging the sleeping girl’s arm. She shot me one last wink, before laying her head on Rina’s breasts and rubbing her arm with more enthusiasm.

Nia: Gooood mooorning sleepy head~. It’s time to get up, Rinaaa~.

Rina stirred from her nap, blinking her bleary eyes as she gradually took in the surrounding scene. Nia resting on her bosom and me sitting on the far end of the couch facing them. She rolled her neck and stretched her arms a little, while being careful to not move Nia from her perch.

Rina: Guhh…oof, ohh…man…sorry guys, I guess all the fucking caught up with me, eheh.

Nia put on an exaggerated pout and frowned at Rina.

Nia: Was my favorite movie really that boring for you…?

A measure of distress painted Rina’s face, and I couldn’t blame her. Nia’s acting was perfect; everything from the warble of the voice to the expression calculated to make Rina feel as bad as she could without alarming her outright.

Poor Rina; were I half asleep as she was, I might have fallen for it too. I wanted to reassure her that Nia was just teasing…but I promised Nia I wouldn’t intervene, so I held my tongue.

Rina: W-wait I didn-

Nia: No no, I get it. Haah…I totally understand… You weren’t getting any ass, so…I guess this was a good time to hit the hay.

Rina: …Aw…aw Nia, I…! We fucked like all day dude, c’mon! I really wasn’t trying…to…

Rina trailed off as Nia’s impish grin could not contain itself any longer. A real pout crossed her face as she realized she was being played with.

Rina: Ha ha ha, you’re very fucking funny. I’m goin-

Nia interrupted Rina again by leaning into her, pushing the two of them together into a full kiss. Nia quickly pulled back and licked her lips, before diving in again for seconds. Then thirds. She swayed to and fro as she made out with Rina in longer and longer intervals, punctuating each one with a few words.

Nia: Sorry Rina…I didn’t mean…ta make…you…upset…lemme…make it…up to you~.

They stayed locked for a minute, then several more, progressively becoming more bold with every move they made. Moaning into each other, biting, and tonguing, until they were short on breath.

Nia pulled away once more, her eyes scouring Rina’s body. Her eyes, quickly followed by her hands, fastened to Rina’s chest, the buxom girl’s mountains now showing their peaks through the thin shirt Rina had packed as sleepwear.

Rina: Mmm~! Nia-mmf!

Yet another kiss, silencing Rina from expressing herself in any way other than pleasure. Nia continued her aggressive moves, slowly pushing down Rina and taking her apart until she was unfocused and tenting her already thoroughly worn out sweatpants.

Nia: Haah…heheh, forgive me yet~? ~Ma’am~?

Rina gave a hungry, wolfish grin of her own, thoroughly worked up by this point.

Rina: …Almost…give me a few rounds to think about it~.

Nia: Yeah~?

Nia giggled as she shimmied her pants off in a rush, then latching onto the hem of Rina’s and doing the same. Rina’s cock slapped against her upper abs, and Nia playfully gave it a few pumps as they undressed.

Upon Rina grabbing a condom from her pack, however, Nia proceeded to snatch the customized prophylactic away from our partner — tossing it out of reach without a care in the world. Nia then spread herself with both hands, grinding most of the titanic, raw dick against her pussy and ass.

Rina was frozen, looking down agape as her unprotected sex was enthusiastically hotdogged and slathered with ample fluids. Nia’s smile split wide at the stunned reaction.

Nia: What if I sweeten the deal for you~?