"It's all or nothing."

Emma and Cindi stare in disbelief, looking ready to rip you apart, but you continue. "I can't break you two up when you clearly belong together. You were made for each other, in all the best and worst ways. I am not going to kill this chance you both finally have for happiness. Fuck saying sorry. If you truly regret it, try and make it right. Cindi, you owe it to Emma to give her the same chance you offered me. Emma, you owe it to yourself to see what still could be."

They stare into each others eyes and you can feel the temperature rising in the room. Spellbound, they finally snap to their senses and turn to you, asking in unison, "But what about you?!"

You lean forward, feeling your heart pounding so hard it hurts, scared witless but not relying on wit, spilling words out a mile a minute, "Me? I want to date you both. Like I said, it's all or nothing. I refuse to kill my chance for happiness either, or for heartbreak, for that matter. I want to live for once. That means taking chances. That means living openly and honestly. Cindi, I have had a crush on you my whole life while also low key hating you and after yesterday, I feel something a lot more powerful than that, and I even actually like you. I want to get to know you and find out who we both end up becoming. Emma, I have spent my life being jealous of you and hating you and hating myself for loving you, and now I just want to see what we can be if we don't give a fuck about what is normal or not. I want to turn this love triangle into a love triad. It will probably end up a total clusterfuck, but I am not living another day cowering from what could go wrong and missing out on all the wonderful mistakes we can make along the way."

There is a long, heavy silence after you finish your breathless babbling. Cindi and Emma eye each other cautiously but with warmth and hope. They turn to you, teary eyed and smiling. Emma is the first to answer, "I can give it a shot. Hell, clusterfuck is one of my favorite positions, and this wouldn't be even remotely the weirdest relationship I've been in...this month. Cindi, if you are really willing to open up to me, and be at least 20% less boss bitchy, I am willing to fight for us too."

Cindi looks like she's been punched in the stomach. You almost feel guilty. Her worst nightmare is coming true only it is turning into a beautiful dream. Which is even scarier for her. Then, showing true strength, she allows for herself to be **** and says, "Damn. I really wanted to try to hate you. It would have been so much easier to cast you as the other woman...but I think that would kill a part of my soul, and I'm not sure how much I have left. I love you, Emma, and I'll fight myself if that's what it takes to give us a real shot at this. I'm even willing to go so far as 25% less bitchy, 26% on your birthday. As for you, Ella, I hope you know what you're getting yourself into. It's gonna get a lot stickier than holding hands."

You smile and stand up. Every step you take towards them feels a little lighter, more filled with promise than peril. Cindi and Emma rush to meet you and soon you are wrapped in each others arms. Never in your wildest fantasies did you imagine you'd be making out with the two hottest sluts in school, or that you'd be in the top three yourself.

Everything words can't express is communicated with your tongues sliding against each others. Cindi, ever in control, turns your head towards Emma's so she can watch you suck your sister's lips as she sucks the air out of your lungs. Never one to be outdone, Emma turns both your heads towards her so she can take turns nursing on your tongues before taking both in her warm, wanting mouth. Your hands are all over Cindi's alluring athletic form and Emma's soft and supple curves and they both squeeze your ample ass and tease your pantied prick. Moans and whimpers and giggles make a beautiful chorus as you melt into each other and become one.

You know Cindi and you agreed to take it slow, and you think you probably still will...tomorrow anyway. Tomorrow...you've always hated that word. It always meant another day of suffering, self pity, and simmering in your own insecurity. Now, tomorrow is filled with a wide open world of possibility, but nothing beats living in the moment, especially when that moment involves being the meat in a sex sandwich. You giggle around Cindi and Emma's tongues as you wonder what a sex bagel sandwich would look like and then you don't wonder anything at all as you dive between their breasts and feel them crush together around you.

It's going to be a beautiful morning...