Chapter 29

When Denise walked into The Firm’s reception, she gave Elaine a peck on the cheek and went off to make coffee. It was still a good fifteen minutes before most of the staff would arrive, and before Denise would normally have started, herself. She brought the coffee through to Elaine, and soon the two were sipping coffee, just contemplating the events of the previous night, and what they would mean. Again.

“You know Laney, when we were together I’d thought of a threesome, fantasized about it I mean, but the opportunity never arose. That was more than just a little fun last night. That was a first for me!”

Elaine smiled. “I met Susan in a three. It was after we split, obviously, and I’d gone out with this other girl a couple of times, and we hit some bars, and, well, it just seemed to happen. She seemed disturbed by it, and we split very soon after.” Elaine’s eyes grew distant as she remembered. “But Susan and I just seemed to grow together from there on in.”

They sat in the comfort that only two people who have grown close can manage. A few early starters came in. One or two gave the girls a curious look, most were still concerned with getting started themselves.

After five minutes or so, Denise stood, gave Elaine a peck on the cheek and told her, “I’d best be off and start seeing to work, Laney. I’ll speak to you soon.”

Denise went to her desk, and Elaine began sorting through overnight messages ready to pass them on as people came in.

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Anne and Stan came into The Firm together. Both were smiling, happy, content. Stan had his fingers unconsciously entwined in Anne’s as they came into the reception area.

As it was only Elaine in there, Stan glanced at Anne and leant in to give her a kiss, which Anne returned with interest – and considerable reinvestment!

“Hey you two! As they say over there, ‘Get a room!’ ” Elaine laughed.

Stan and Anne glared at her, then smiled again to show they didn’t mean it. They kissed again, and then each went their separate ways.

Stan entered his office area, noted that Elizabeth was in, as usual, and that Bob had made it in already as well. Elizabeth was watering his plants.

Stan said a cheery “Good morning!” and went behind his desk to turn on his PC. Bob called out “You’re cheerful this morning!” and Elizabeth echoed with “Someone’s happy!”

Stan paused on his way to get his morning coffee. “Yes I am, this morning. Anne and I just had a nice evening together. She cooked some fish, we had some nice wine, listened to some music, read a little… just a nice evening. It sort of set me up for the day!”

“Nothing more to it, huh, Stan?” asked Bob, rhetorically. “I wonder if Anne’s walking around as happy as our Stan, here?” he asked Elizabeth, with a smirk, but the twinkle in his eye showed that he was teasing.

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Later that morning, Stan and Denise were in the Sales conference room, explaining their documentation program and its use. While the meeting went reasonably well, and most of the staff had no problems or comments, it was after the meeting that trouble occurred.

Somehow or another Ewan had divined that Denise was no longer with her boyfriend.

“Say, Denise, you fancy a drink tonight after work?” he asked, jangling the gold bracelet on his arm.

“No thanks Ewan, but thanks all the same.”

“Oh, go on. You know you want to. You don’t want to be spending the nights alone, do you?” Ewan asked. Denise could feel the oil ooze from where she stood. Besides, she told herself, she didn’t have to be alone, did she?

“No, Ewan, thank you.” She turned to go. Stan was simply watching the two of them. It was fascinating, in the same way as an impending train crash. 

“Tomorrow night, then.”

Denise halted in her tracks. She turned back to Ewan, annoyance now plain on her face, in her body language.

“Ewan. No! Not tonight, not tomorrow night, not any night. Do I have to make it plainer?”

Ewan sneered.

“Ah, I don’t know why I bothered. You’re probably not worth it anyway. You prefer old men who won’t run too fast for you, if you know what I mean.”

Stan bristled. Denise didn’t bother; she reacted, lifting a hand to strike, but Stan, behind and on that side, automatically reached out and caught the arm, preventing Denise from getting herself fired. He was about to say something when Ewan stalked past him, out of the door.

“Remind me how he managed to get a job here in the first place?” he facetiously asked the mesmerised group still in the room.

“Well, when your Dad is one of the major shareholders and a former director…” someone answered.

“That’s gotta be the reason!” snapped Denise, “Well, he’d better stay out of my way for the rest of the day at least. Sheesh!” Then she swivelled on her heel and looked at Stan, thoughtfully, her expression turning grateful as she said, “I guess I should say ‘Thank You!’ to you for stopping me from hitting him. I’d have got fired, wouldn’t I?” By the end of the last sentence, Denise was looking guilty as well.

Stan reached out and lifted her chin with his forefinger. He told her quietly, “Denise, I think we’d all have said you were justified, but yes, it probably wouldn’t have been good. Ewan’s a snake, but as Tim said, he’s pretty secure here what with his Dad and all that. Best to stay out of his way for a bit, huh?”

Denise nodded, eyes bright and glittery, and turned to walk away.

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Ewan, it seemed, hadn’t forgotten that Stan had been there. On Friday afternoon, after he’d been to the pub, he saw Stan walking out of the lab area with Anne. He called loudly to his long-suffering assistant, “Huh! There goes a guy who can’t wait for his wife to be cold in her grave, he grabs the first thing that offers itself, and then discards that when something better comes along!”

Stan and Anne couldn’t help but overhear, as was intended. He checked his stride, but Anne tugged on his arm, intent on avoiding a scene. Stan was at first surprised just how strong Anne was, but then he reflected that he shouldn’t be – she’d handled him without apparent effort in bed.

With a low, hissed, “Come on!” Anne pulled him away and into reception. There, they met Denise and Elaine. It was apparent that they’d interrupted a conversation, so Anne again led Stan, this time through and towards the exit on the opposite side, but Denise called out before they got there.

“Stan, are you going to YB Studio on Monday night?”

Stan and Anne stopped. He looked at the blonde and on receiving a nod said, “Yes, Denise, we are. You?”

“Yes,” she replied, heatedly. “I’m fed up with having to pussyfoot around people here, I’m damned if I’ll do it outside work as well. If Tom’s there he’d just better stay away from me, that’s all!”

The redhead looked about ready to explode. “Do you want to come with us, Denise?” Anne asked, carefully. 

Denise brightened a little. It seemed Anne would appreciate company. “Yes, please, Anne, I think that would be nice.” She looked at Elaine, questioning. Elaine nodded her head minutely. “Yes, I’d like that a lot. We can work out the details on Monday.”

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That Friday evening, Denise was just finishing some housework when the phone rang.

“Hi, Denise?” It was Susan.

“Hiya, Susan! How are you? Everything okay?” replied Denise, happy to hear her voice. The young woman had come to mean a lot to her, after all.

“Fine, fine. Elaine and I just wondered if you’d like to come over…”

Denise grinned. “Just come over, huh? Sure. D’you want me to bring anything? Supper perhaps?”

Denise heard a giggle from the other end of the phone. “Rather depends on what you want to eat, Denise!”

Denise cracked up. She couldn’t help it, she simply roared. “Once not enough for you, Susan? And I thought you were doing that for Elaine, and me?”

“Well,” said Susan, “Come on over and we can talk about it, huh?”

“I’ll be a few minutes, there’s some stuff I’ve got to take care of here, then I’ll race around there!” Denise said down the line.

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About forty-five minutes later Denise stood at the door of Susan’s flat, and rang the bell. She heard steps in the corridor beyond, and then Elaine opened the door. “Come on in!” she told Denise.

“Hi Laney! I brought a bottle anyway,” she told the younger blonde, holding up a bottle of Pinot Grigio. “I popped into the supermarket on the way over.”

“Good. We’ll pop it into the fridge for later, Susan’s just opening a bottle now,” said Elaine, as they turned right into the kitchen. Susan was there, corkscrew in hand, just removing the cork from a bottle.

“Hello Denise. Ooh! A bottle! Terrific! Elaine, you want to pop that into the fridge while I finish up with this one?”

Shortly thereafter, the three of them were in Susan’s living room, each with a large glass of chilled white wine. Susan and Elaine were on the sofa, while Denise had chosen the chair after (again) removing the bunnies.

“Cheers!” said Susan, and they all sipped.

“So,” said Denise after a while, “what exactly did you have in mind for tonight?”

“Well, I thought we could have a bit of supper, watch a DVD and see how things go,” said Susan. “I enjoyed the other night, and I know Elaine did, and I rather think you did too,” she continued, “even if you did sneak out without waking me up for a good morning kiss.” As she finished, she made a moue.

“I told you, we didn’t want to wake you up, silly!” said Elaine, putting one hand on her lover’s thigh. Susan put one of her hands on top.

“So, do you want this to be something more than just fun, Susan?” asked Denise, seriously. “The three of us?”

“I don’t see why not, and neither does Elaine. We’ve spoken about it,” and Elaine nodded as she went on, “and we both feel that we’d like to include you. If you’re willing, that is, anyway.”

“Um. I confess I’d not thought about this any further than a ‘once or twice if I’m lucky’ piece of fun.”

“Yes you had, Denise,” Elaine told her, “you just didn’t realize it at the time. That morning, remember? You said that if we wanted to repeat, that Susan and I would have to remember that you’re bi, and that you’d want to get a man in your life sometimes. So you were already thinking about it then, really.”

“Yes, and to answer that specific point – Elaine and I have no problem if you want to date a guy outside of us. We’ll not want to join in though, obviously! All we ask is that you’re responsible, and that you let us know what’s going on.”

Denise replied to them both, “Okay. I’m going to want to keep my own place, and I’ll probably sleep there sometimes too, to give you two some space to yourselves. I’m not stupid. I know that you’ll be the most important things to each other, and that I’m, well, secondary. I’m the one looking in from outside. Don’t try to give me the spare room, that’s not enough distance. We can see each other, make love, or just hang out, or whatever, depending on how things work out, but you two are the main couple, I’m the add-on, and I’m happy with that.”

Susan looked serious, but Elaine grinned at her. “I told you you’d been thinking about it. You just hadn’t dared to bring it up, had you?” Denise looked guiltily down at her shoes, but she too was smiling.

Susan said, “You’re important to us both, though, you know that, Denise. I thought I’d made that clear the other night?”

Denise stood, went to Susan, knelt by the sofa and took her hand. With a lump in her throat and glittering eyes, she said, “Thank you, Susan. Yes, I know. I feel for you, and for you too, Elaine. Well, you know that.”

“So, what do we do now? All hold hands together, or what?” she finished.

“We enjoy the wine and some pasta, we watch a film and then we see how things go,” said Susan, “just as I told you earlier!”

While they were munching on the pasta, (“No garlic bread tonight!” Elaine had specified, happily) Susan asked Denise, “Well, just how much had you thought about ‘Us’ then?” making a sign for the quote marks with her hands and nearly knocking Elaine’s wine out of her hand in the process.

Denise blushed. With her complexion and hair colour, it was spectacular.

“Quite a bit, actually, in the all-of-two-days that I’ve had. I found myself diagramming it out, like the good little computer techie that I am! We’re a triangle,” and she demonstrated by placing the sea salt and black pepper pots plus a jar of tomato pickle at the points of an equilateral triangle. “The salt and pepper are you two, and I’m the pickle,” she said with a grin.

Her face fell serious again as she went on, with the other two leaning forward in their seats, “The strongest bond is between the pair of you, I think that’s obvious. There’s another link that’s strong that goes between Laney and me because of our relationship before, and because we’ve stayed so close since. But I was thinking about how I feel for you, Susan, and I think there’s a strong link there, too.”

Susan nodded, “I think so too,” she told the redhead, softly, meaningfully.

Denise had reached for her handbag. She pulled out some cotton buds, laid two between the salt and pepper pots, and one between each of them and the pickle jar.

“So this is how I’d diagram out the relationship. The double bond is you two; you’re all but married and probably will be later. The single bonds are your ties to me, more than friends with benefits, less than married. At least,” she finished, surprising herself by actually being a little shy now that she’d so boldly made her presentation, “that’s the way I see it, and I hope you see it that way, too.”

She looked at Elaine and Susan, sitting on the sofa, still holding hands, and then back to the condiments on the coffee table where she’d placed them. When she looked back up, Elaine was looking at her with watery eyes, and Susan smiled.

“There’s one more thing.”

They looked at her, expectantly.

“Someday I will want to be permanent with a guy. I need that, I came to know that’s what I wanted when I was with Elaine, and it hasn’t changed just ‘cos I’ve been a poor chooser. But when I find him, or he finds me, if he wants our little arrangement to end, what then?”

Susan’s reaction was immediate.

“Obvious. You’ve said before you’re bi with a preference for guys. No problem, Denise. If some future guy wants you to be exclusive, then tell us. There’ll always be a place for you here, with us, if you want it. If not as a lover, then always as a loved friend.

“Now, Elaine, you’ve been pretty quiet, as well as pretty,” she said, mussing the blonde hair of her lover. “Well, very pretty. Do you want to say anything?”

Elaine swayed out away from Susan’s hand in her hair, and said, “Yes, I do. What about the three of us? Susan, what if Denny and I want to be together, and you’re not there?”

Denise broke in, “I will not be a part of breaking you up-”

But Susan overrode her. “No, no. You won’t because I know, with certainty, with every fabric of my being, that Elaine loves me. If you two want to be together, that’s fine by me. We just have to make sure we all tell each other what’s going on. Besides,” she said with a glint in her eye and a lift to one corner of her mouth, “it might be me and Denise, not you, Elaine!”

Susan was silent for a moment. Elaine bit her lip. Denise sat still, afraid even to breathe. There was something happening, and all three of them knew it.

Susan closed her eyes in concentration. She shook her head in the tiniest motion, and seemed to come to a decision, then pushed the coffee table out of the way and stood, gracefully but with immediate purpose.

“Come on, let’s get this stuff into the kitchen. To hell with watching a DVD, I want bed!”

Elaine and Denise both laughed and grabbed stuff to go to the kitchen…

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All three undressed together, Denise feeling herself fizzing with anticipation. She could tell from the looks on the faces of her two lovers that they felt the same way.

Denise hugged Susan to her chest, and the young brunette answered by kissing her fervently. Susan’s lips parted in her upturned face, tongue darting, questing. Elaine came behind her and began nuzzling her, running her hands down her flanks, dragging the backs of her fingernails there. Denise shuddered in response, feeling as if someone were running a magic wand down her sides.

Denise pulled Susan closer, and they kissed. Denise wondered just how lucky she could be, this wonderful young woman was welcoming her into her arms, quite literally, and she felt a rush of affection for her.

“Mmmmm, nice…” she heard in her ear as she nibbled at Susan’s neck with her lips, tongue moving in circles against the soft, sensitive skin of her throat. It was the beginning of an erotic journey for all three.

Elaine meanwhile was playing with both girls’ flanks, still using the back of her nails. “Do you like this, Denise?” she asked, “I know Susan does!” “Mmm hhmmm!” responded Denise, the sound somewhat muffled by Susan’s shoulder as she kissed her there.

Susan lowered herself gradually to her knees, kissing her way down Denise’s stomach. She subtly indicated to the redhead to move her legs further apart, to give her better access to the fragrant centre of her womanhood. Elaine, meanwhile, made use of the opportunity to palm Denise’s tits from behind her, kissing the base of her neck and rolling the nipples with gradually increasing pressure.

Denise was not idle, craning her neck to one side, bending to kiss Elaine, while her hands went to Susan’s head, pulling her in. She felt the lips and tongue nibbling at her labia, teasing her open, while Susan’s hands went behind her, palming her buttocks, spreading, kneading. Then Susan stood and moved to the bed.

Denise took charge this time. “Elaine, do you have any toys?” she asked, lifting an eyebrow. 

Elaine grinned wickedly and went to the bedside cabinet. “What did you have in mind?” she asked, withdrawing a six-inch long chrome plated cylinder.

Denise had an evil glint in her eye. “I’m going to eat her, she’s going to eat me, and you can use that vibrator and anything else you like. Afterwards, we’ll double-team you!” 

“Oooh, goody!” Elaine bubbled, taking the vibrator and some wipes. Susan was smiling, too, and reached for Denise. They walked to the bed and Denise placed herself over the brunette in a sixty-nine. Denise once again felt the experienced lips, tongue and gently nibbling teeth on her pussy as she lowered herself, and quickly bent her head to the task of reciprocation.

She spread Susan’s lips with the fingers of one hand, and licked, slowly, gently, up and down, side to side. The other hand delved deeper, lower, teasing Susan’s ass, then travelling slowly back to the source of the sudden rush of fragrant honey. She felt Susan shudder. She heard a murmured conversation at the other end, and felt a shift of weight. Denise felt anticipation, then gasped as she felt an intruder penetrate her, and again when she felt it begin to move, and buzz, inside her. Susan was concentrating at the top of her slit now, teasing her clitoris, and Denise had trouble keeping her mouth moving on Susan’s labia, almost coming to a stop herself, feeling the red heat of her own arousal building, the tingling of her body becoming more and more insistent.
	
The buzzing intruder withdrew and Denise felt the loss keenly. When she felt it again, this time it was at the rosette of her ass. She arched her back, thrusting herself at the vibrating toy, and let out a “Mmmmm” in appreciation. Susan bucked against her, feeling the vibration of her purr against her clit. Elaine refused to penetrate with the vibrator, she just used it to touch, to excite. 

Denise felt something wet and warm against her ass and realized that it must be Elaine’s tongue, and then she felt the busy vibrator there again. Susan was really going to town on her, and Denise knew that, again, she wouldn’t last long. Her love for the two women expertly driving her like a finely tuned race car grew deeper and deeper, she knew she must have done ‘something good’ to deserve this wondrous gift.

Denise closed her eyes, still running her tongue in haphazard patterns around Susan’s slit, tasting her metallic, tangy, wonderful fluid. She felt the red mist descending, heat rising, the liquid pleasure running through her veins. 

Denise came, almost blacking out, shuddering, heaving up and down against Susan, and crying out, “Oh Ohh! Ooohhhhhh FUCKFUCKFUCK!” There was white hot liquid in her now, coursing through her body, she was there/she wasn’t there. Denise faded away, her awareness reduced to a tiny mote, only a single bright point of existence in her whole universe.

As she came back to herself she felt Elaine in front of her, nuzzling against Susan under her, kissing the girl’s thighs, running the vibrator over them. Susan was carefully avoiding Denise’s now supersensitive clit, licking and nibbling the outer lips, just keeping things going.

Denise raised her head a little, allowing Elaine to reach under her and touch the shiny vibrator against Susan’s labia, running it up and down while Denise began to work seriously on Susan’s clit, running her tongue around the hood, flicking it around, catching the sensitive nub, curling her tongue into a tube and fucking the tiny morsel like a miniature vagina.

Susan bucked, moaned and cried, but the other two ladies gave her no mercy, drawing her higher and higher, but never quite pulling her over the edge. Finally Elaine heard Susan calling “Please, please, so close, so close…” and she thrust the buzzing chrome tube into her lover, while Denise redoubled her own efforts. Susan came, hard, coating the vibrator and Elaine’s hand with her juices while the powerful movements of her hips thrust Denise up and down. Dimly Denise heard Susan’s cries, dimly because Susan’s thighs were now pressed against her ears.

Denise rolled away from Susan, letting her pull herself together, while she reached for the young blonde. They kissed, and Denise knew that her love for Elaine, now pressed closely to her, had grown back to and even surpassed the heights she’d formerly known. She also knew that her love for Susan could one day grow equally as deep. Soon afterwards, coherent thought once again escaped her, as Susan rejoined the two and they concentrated on Elaine.

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The three made love long into the night, each peak rising beyond the first, expressing the love each felt for the others until finally, sated, exhausted, chests heaving and running with sweat and other juices, they stilled.

It was several minutes later, but it seemed to Denise like hours, when Susan propped herself up on one elbow, and said with a teasing smirk to Denise, “Still want a guy?”

“Yeah,” Denise said, dreamily, on the edge of slumber, “Stan. I want Stan.”

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