Late Night Lover

“And then… and then the waiter just standing there—‘Anything else I can get for you, madam?’”

“Do you realize how close we just were to getting kicked out? Oh my god, the look on his face when you chugged straight from the champagne bottle—”

“Stuffy assholes. They’re going to regret that whole open bar thing. Oh, it feels soooo nice out here. I just need a minute to cool off and we can go back in.”

“How did you get invited to this party? It’s insane—that was the mayor I saw, right?”

“Oh, I didn’t get invited. I don’t know anyone here. Just heard about it online and, you know, I can pretty much talk my way into anywhere I want.”

You… you are… like no one I’ve ever met before.

A whirlwind. A breath of fresh air I didn’t know I needed.

I was bored three months ago. Bored of this city. Of my job. Of myself.

And then I met you. By accident, really.

You were struggling in the doorway of your four-story walkup with an absurdly large Christmas tree. I offered to help you take it up to your apartment… on the top floor.

You offered me a drink as repayment and… I don’t know. It was one of the quickest friendships I ever formed.

There was an instant connection between us. We were both desperate to get more out of life than what we had. Me, a fledgling screenwriter. You, a graphic designer with dreams of one day dropping your own clothing line.

I think we just sensed the same struggles in each other.

And now, here I am, at three o’clock in the morning on the rooftop of the most expensive hotel in the city. With you.

I’ve told everyone I’ve met tonight that I’m some German film financier here to scout locations for my new studio. Or that I’m the heir to an Austrian real estate dynasty.

We’ve pretended to be people we’re not, just for fun. I’ve drunk champagne worth more than my monthly rent payment. All because of you and your charm.

I’m not sure why, but tonight feels like the right time to tell you the truth. That I don’t think I can just be friends with you any longer. That… I think I might be in love with you.

“Damn, look at the stars tonight. The moon is huge. Hey, where should we go after this?”

“After?”

“Hey, sorry to interrupt. Anyone have a light?”

Oh… I didn’t realize anyone else was up here on the roof with us. Damn it. I want to get a minute alone with you.

“No, sorry.”

“Uh… no, me neither.”

“Damn. Ah, probably a sign I should quit. Bad habit, I know.”

She’s taller than you, just by a little. Her dress makes her look like she’s wrapped tightly in reams of silver.

She doesn’t seem like the other guests down at the party. They’re all of a certain class—older, wealthy. She seems a bit more like us. Outsiders.

“Uh, Margot. There’s something I—”

“Man, it’s such a nice night.”

Shit. I thought she was going to leave, but now she’s standing between us. She leans against the railing with grace, her arm nearly touching mine.

Maybe tonight isn’t the right time to tell you. But I feel like it’s going to come out sooner or later, whether I want it to or not.

“So, you two patrons of the city’s historical society? Or… are you maybe doing a little gate-crashing tonight?”

She’s speaking to both of us, but looking directly at me. She’s gorgeous, and if it were any other night I’d be more receptive to her, but it’s you who I’m focused on. You, who I so desperately want to confess my feelings to.

“Caught us. We heard there was an open bar. Ooh, look, Virgo is super visible tonight.”

“Where?”

“There… looks like a headless person dancing. You see it?”

“Oh, yeah, yeah, I think so. So weird you say that. I’m a Virgo.”

“What? No way! So is Peter!”

I look up from the railing. Both of you are staring at me. She’s biting down on her bottom lip just slightly. And you… there’s a look in your eyes.

You’re trying to tell me…something. We’ve developed a whole silent language of our own over these last few months. Just from a little twitch of my lip, you can tell if I’m having a good time or just pretending to. I can always sense when you’re restless by the way you dig through your purse.

But right now, I have no idea what you’re thinking.

“Well, nice to meet you, Peter the Virgo. I’m Alana.”

“Uh—yeah, nice to meet you. Alana.”

“I’m Margot. You know, they say Virgos are actually really highly compatible with each other.”

“Oh, yeah? Good to know.”

Oh… oh no. Now I recognize that look you’re giving me from behind Alana. You’re trying to play matchmaker.

It’s probably because of that conversation we had last week. About how much I missed having a partner. That I love being in love.

Damn it, Margot. I’m trying to hit on you, not her!

I mean, she really is beautiful. That dress does look incredible. And she seems interesting.

This is suddenly very complicated.

“Well, um, you know, it’s late, so maybe we should just—”

“You’re not thinking of going home already, are you?”

“Of course he isn’t. Don’t be shy, Peter. Nights like this don’t happen very often, right?”

“I—”

“Yeah, Peter. Stay. Please?”

“He might need a little more convincing than that.”

My face flushes with heat. I can feel you watching us and it… it feels good.

She pulls me close, her hands wrapped around each side of my jaw. Her mouth is warm and… it’s easy to sink into her.

“Do you have a hotel room for tonight?”

“No. We’re just… here for the party.”

“Oh. Well… I do. Maybe you two… want to come check it out?”

“We’d love to.”

My heart is beating uncomfortably fast in my chest. You give me a little wink, your eyes bright and reflecting the moonlight from above. You brush past me on the way to the door back inside.

Her fingers are cold when she slips her hand into mine and pulls me along. I’m too dazed to say anything. This night has already been a whirlwind, but clearly, it’s not over yet.

“Nice room. You must be someone very important.”

“Not quite. My boss, on the other hand… he’s the head of this whole shindig.”

“So, does that mean the mini-bar is fair game? ’Cause he’s footing the bill?”

“Go for it.”

She steps slowly around the bed, dragging her fingers across the blanket like she’s drawing a pattern in sand or across water. She looks up at me and it feels like she’s inviting me closer, asking me to do something with her eyes, you know? Though I’m not quite sure what.

“Tell me about yourself.”

“Mmm… I don’t know. There’s not much to tell.”

“Okay, tell me this. Do you like giving orders or being told what to do?”

A rush of energy suddenly wakes up my entire body. If I was feeling tired before, I’m now very much awake.

“If I had to guess, I’d say he likes being told what to do. Personally, I like giving orders. So, um, how about you two kiss again?”

“I’ve got no problem with that.”

“And now you… kiss me…”

The taste of her lingers on my tongue as you and her kiss. My chest is tight, my heart going wild in my chest at the idea of you directing us.

I lay my hand on my dick through my jeans and just watch you both. Your mouths envelop each other… your hand curls around her hip.

“Peter… come here.”

“Both of you. Lie down.”

Your hands push against my shoulders and lower me down to the bed. Alana is suddenly on her back beside me, her soft bare shoulders pressing into mine.

“Take her dress off, Peter.”

“You’re… gorgeous…”

“I’m aware.”

“Ooh, she’s a little bratty, huh? Peter, give her cute little nipples a squeeze.”

“Oh… shit. That’s good…”

“More. Give her more. Use your mouth, Peter.”

It feels… odd… being told what to do by you. Having you lead me through a sexual encounter with someone else. But I like it. I like the feeling of you controlling us.

“Oh, shit… yeah…”

“Is that making you wet, Alana? That feel good…?”

“Mmm, yeah, fuck… it feels… shit, keep going…”

“Good boy, Peter. You take directions very well.”

Your praise… oh my god… my cock is throbbing inside my pants.

“What do you want, Alana?”

“Oh… I want him inside. And I want you…”

“Take his cock out. I want to see how hard he is.”

My dick springs out, rock hard and throbbing. I wrap my hand around the base and stroke it a little.

“Hey, hey, hey. I didn’t say you could do that. I want to see her stroke you.”

“Ah… ah, fuck, yes…”

“Yeah… there you go. Fuck, keep stroking him…”

“Can… can I touch her? Please?”

“Mmm, yeah, touch her, Peter. See how wet she is.”

I drag my fingers slowly down her hip and let them hover over her folds. She’s so warm… like heat is actually emanating off of her… I slip my fingers inside her.

“Yeah, make her feel good… rub her clit…”

“Oh, fuck…”

Her pussy is so warm and wet. And her wetness is completely coating my fingers. Your words guiding my hand… it’s like we’re doing this together…

“Please, please… can I… can I fuck her?”

“Make her beg for it.”

“Oh, please… please, fuck me…”

“How bad…?”

“What?”

“How bad do you want it?”

“So fucking bad, please… I need your cock…”

“Okay, you can give it to her.”

I push my tip between her legs and rub it against her clit.

“Oh, fuck, please… please…”

“Oh my god, you know how hot you two are together…?”

“Oh, fuck me deeper…”

“Deeper? Yeah? Can you take that?”

“Yeah, yeah, please…”

“Yeah, yeah, take me in… f-fuck…”

“Margot, Margot… come here…”

“Oh, yeah, fuck yeah…”

“Make her cum, Peter… oh my god, make her fucking cum all over you.”

“Finger me— please, please—”

“I’m close, I’m close—”

“Oh my god, you two… so fucking hot…”

Your face is flushed, your hair a little disheveled and your fingers still working your clit with slow, steady movements. You look incredible.

“Mm, wait a second. We’re not done yet. Margot… I think Peter should… help you finish…”

You look at me and… oh my god. This is about to happen. We’re going to kiss. We’re going to… more than kiss.

And… maybe I’ll get to show you how I feel…

“Get over here.”

You grab onto the collar of my shirt and tug me forward.

“Mmm, yeah, deeper. Use your tongue.”

This… this is so much better than I ever could’ve imagined kissing you would be. You kiss me back with equal intensity, pressing your face against mine and settling yourself in my lap.

“Help her finish.”

I pull back and tilt my head up just slightly to look into your eyes. They look wild and bright and you take my hand in yours and press it between your legs.

“Oh… yeah… yeah, right there… rub my clit… ”

“Keep going… make her cum…”

“F-fuck, Peter, yeah, yeah…”

“Yeah… yeah, like that…?”

“Yeah, faster…”

“Cum for me… cum…”

We lie together, the three of us, breathless and lost in our own thoughts. I don’t really know what to say. Or if anything needs to be said at all.

“Um… fuck.”

“Yeah.”

You turn towards me, your body pressed up against mine. There’s a new look in your eyes… something I’ve never seen before. Excitement. Maybe even a little surprise.

“Did you… enjoy that?”

“Yeah.”

“Me, too.”

“We’ll, um, we’ll talk about this… in the morning?”

“Mm. Which is in, like, an hour.”

“Okay, over breakfast, then.”

“Mmm, bacon.”

“Coffee.”

“Toast.”

“Okay, you can’t sit there talking about breakfast and not invite me.”

“Of course you’re coming, Alana.”

“Alright, I’m looking up a place. 24-hour diners near me…”