A Look into Ladies Minds, Part 1

Gemma sighed softly and pulled John's arm a little tighter to her side, snuggling back against him, feeling his cock against her ass and his chest on her back. Even his breath on the nape of her neck felt good. They'd talked about feeling like there hadn't been a time before them, and she hadn't been lying, but there had been a 'before them' and feeling was different than reality. She could remember sleeping next to Timothy, remember feeling like his hand on her when she was trying to sleep was annoying. How his breath on her shoulder or neck in the middle of the night was frustrating.

Was it really different with John, or were they still in the new relationship honeymoon phase?

Had those things ever felt good like this with Timothy?

John shifted gently, squeezing her in his sleep, his hand cupping her breast, and Gemma sighed again. Maybe it didn't matter. She loved him, and everything about him felt good. He wasn't perfect, but she didn't expect him to be. No one was perfect.

Three months of love, and maybe it all hadn't been blissful and easy-going, and it certainly hadn't been the no-strings-attached summer fling she thought she might have had. It was coming to an end though, and that hurt to think about. The only thing that kept her from sobbing was the fact that it was an end and not the end.

Gemma cried in the dark of John's bedroom, revelling in the feel of his body against hers and the rhythm of his calm breathing. The tears flowed silently, and she was smiling as it happened. He was cute and sweet, and kind. He thought about her constantly, even if he also had Sabrina, even if they were sleeping with other women. Her Mom used to say she needed to find someone who was obsessed with her - she thought she'd found that in Timothy, but it turned out she hadn't known what that meant. John was obsessed with her (in a healthy way) and he made that clear every day. He wasn't clingy, he gave her space when she wanted it, and he didn't simp for her. He challenged her and teased her, and let her be her abrasive self sometimes.

She loved him. And she didn't ever intend to see that change.

And she wanted him again, and soon she wouldn't be able to do anything about that feeling, but she could now.

Gemma wiped her tears from her cheeks and then rolled softly in his arms until she was facing him, then started slipping down under the sheets. A late-night blowjob to show him she loved him, and was just as obsessed as he was, would do the trick.

Tasha gently reached down and ran her fingers across her labia, feeling that they were slick again. The shower had been good, and had definitely gone a long way to cleaning up the post-sex sweat and stickiness, but she was still horny.

Part of it was the fact that she was snuggled up naked next to two gorgeous women. Well, technically she was next to Becks, and Sabrina was on the tall woman's other side. All three of them smelled good, the same light, fruity body wash having cleaned each of them up. The sheets were fresh as well.

God, Sabrina, Gemma and John went through a lot of sheets. When did they have time to do all that laundry?

Tasha still wasn't sure how to feel about the fact that she was definitely closer to being gay now than she was a few weeks ago. The entire day had been amazing, from the hanging out parts to the sex parts. Sabrina was a good friend and a good lover. She knew she wasn't entirely gay - she'd felt like John was missing from the equation. Hell, even the shower had reminded her of him. Maybe that's why she was horny all over again?

Becks' hand slid down Tasha's side, ending on her hip. Intentional, or just a movement in her sleep?

Tasha wasn't blind. She knew that Sabrina wanted her and Becks to consider hooking up. Gemma was a lot more circumspect about it but likely wanted the same thing. Tasha just wasn't sure how she felt about it. Becks was... intimidating, in a way. Not just because she was gorgeous, which she was, and not just because she represented this whole lesbian sex thing that Tasha was falling into.

She could see herself on a date with Becks to try it out at least. Especially after today. Without Sabrina to turn things overly sexual in inappropriate places.

No, the intimidating factor really didn't have all that much to do with Becks at all, Tasha realized. It was because, if they tried, it meant that Tasha was letting go of that hope that maybe...

It felt awful to think, especially sleeping in Sabrina's bed, but Tasha knew that deep down she was hoping she could be with John. She hadn't fully explored what that meant - alone? Joining their poly relationship? She just knew that the way he was compared to every other man she'd dated, or had a fling with, or... that other thing...

But all three of them had been clear. They loved her, but they weren't looking to be in love with her. And it hurt, and maybe it would have been better if Tasha had cut things off there, but she was addicted to the feel of them. Of being around them. To the love, and the ridiculously clear communication. And God, the sex.

But then, Becks was in the same boat. Was learning the same lessons.

Tasha shifted a little and panted a little kiss on Becks' chest, somewhere between her tit and her armpit, in the dark. How did that feel? Did it feel natural, like something she could see herself doing regularly? Kissing a woman, and loving her?

She wasn't sure. But maybe I should find out.

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