Lead the Way

“Wow, so, I guess I got really lucky, then.”

“Really lucky, yeah.”

“You were seriously about to delete the app? Like, right before you got my message?”

“Like… I had been thinking about deleting it the day before you messaged me.”

“And why didn’t you?”

“I don’t know… I guess I was just holding out hope that maybe—just maybe—if I swiped right a few more times, then I would finally find someone I could actually vibe with.”

“Well, cheers to finding someone you vibe with.”

“Cheers.”

I watch as you sip your wine, grinning at me from below the rim of your glass.

It’s hard to believe how easy this is, talking to you, hanging out together. We literally just met on the app yesterday and we’re sitting here like old friends.

It was weird, how in sync we were from the moment we started talking.

It’s rare for me to want to meet up in person I meet online right away, but with you… I don’t know. It just made sense.

It usually takes me a lot of time before I start really connecting with people. I don’t think I’m standoffish or anything, but I’m more into having a few deep connections as opposed to a bunch of surface-level friendships.

And when I started talking with you it was like… like we've known each other forever. Except I don’t actually know anything about you.

But I really, really want to. I want to know things like… your favorite flower, if you’ve ever broken a bone, what keeps you up at night, the most influential book you’ve ever read—I just want to know all of it.

“Looks like you’re getting pretty low there. Another drink?”

“Oh. Uh, yeah, definitely.”

“You stay, I’ll get it.”

“Oh, thanks.”

One thing you made clear right off the bat: you’ve just come out of a long-term relationship with a man and you’re interested in exploring your sexuality.

I’m not the first woman you’ve gone out with, apparently, but it sounds like you’re used to dating men. You’re just feeling things out for now, I think. Going with the flow and seeing what the universe puts in front of you.

But, yeah, that honesty and quick wit—and yes, your profile picture—made asking you out a no-brainer.

Your profile pic really doesn’t do you justice, now that I think about it. As soon as you walked into the bar tonight, your smile just… did something to me. You’re gorgeous and there’s a grace about the way you move, like you’re a dancer or swimmer or something.

“I have no idea how I got these so fast. I think I might have accidentally cut the line.”

“I won’t tell anyone. What, uh, what do we have here?”

“Well, I thought we could use something a little stronger than wine.”

“Like what?”

“Negroni. My favorite drink.”

“With Prosecco?”

“Yeah, Sbagliato.”

“Oh, sorry. Meant to put my phone on silent.”

“No, no, it’s totally fine. You can check it, I don’t mind.”

“Um… oh, it’s just a friend of mine.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, he's… he’s in the neighborhood. Just asking what I’m up to tonight.”

“Well, he’s welcome to join us.”

“Yeah? I’m definitely enjoying this, just us two.”

“I definitely am, too. But if your friend comes, then I can ask him about you when you’re in the bathroom.”

“Alright, true, true. Wouldn’t want to take that opportunity away from you, of course.”

This… could be an interesting turn of events. Johnny and I know each other well.

Really well, actually. Well enough to join me on a first date with someone I just met.

“Alright, he’s going to swing by. He’s excited to meet you. He’s the kind of guy that doesn’t mind crashing a first date, clearly.”

“One of those guys, yeah. Well, I’m excited to meet him. So, how do you two know each other?”

“Ahh… it’s a funny story. I was at a music festival down at Zilker Park, and I just completely spilled my entire drink all over myself while I was dancing. And Johnny, that’s his name, he was standing next to me and without saying anything he just took off his shirt and gave it to me.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, he’s just… he’s a funny guy. We hung out the rest of the night together, me in his shirt and him running around topless.”

“Okay, now I’m very excited to meet this person.”

I feel myself sinking into your eyes as you laugh. I kind of regret inviting Johnny to join us. I want you all to myself.

“Hey, um… I wanted to ask you something…”

“What?”

“While there’s just the two of us… I'd like to kiss you, if I may.”

“You may.”

A rush of sensation goes through me. Tingling in my fingertips. A pleasurable clench in my chest.

“Mm, that was nice.”

Our faces are still very close to each other… I want to kiss you again…

“Heeeeey, there you are!”

“Hmm, to be continued.”

“To be continued.”

“Ah! Hello!”

He looks stunning as always. Loose shirt, perfectly fitting hairstyle, trimmed beard, radiant toothpaste commercial smile.

“Hey, Johnny. Good to see you.”

“Good to see you, my dear! Where have you been? I haven’t seen you in, like, a month.”

“I know, I know. I’m sorry, been busy lately with work and… stuff.”

“I can see that. Hi. Johnny, nice to meet you.”

“Um, hey, I—”

“She’s my date.”

I smile at you warmly from the side.

“Ah, your date.”

“My very beautiful, very charming date.”

“Beautiful, yes. I very much agree.”

“Oh, well, beautiful, that’s very sweet of both of you.”

“Ah, she’s blushing.”

“It’s from the wine!”

“Johnny, do you want a drink?”

“Yes, absolutely. What are you two having?”

“Negroni. Here, try.”

“Oh, yeah, that’s great. So, you guys have known each other for how long?”

“Um, for about… twenty-four? Twenty-eight hours?”

“But somehow feels like it’s been much longer.”

“That's right, it does.”

“That’s it? Wow. Well, I have to say, I’d very much like to know you as well.”

I can’t say I’m surprised that Johnny is hitting on you on our date. It’s all in good fun, I know, but… there’s a look in your eyes. You’re staring at him… him at you… and then you both turn to look at me.

I’m not sure what exactly is happening, but… I can’t say I’m not interested. You’ve already said you just got out of a relationship… you’re looking to explore your sexuality… and me? Well, I’m down for anything.

“Ah, shit. You know what? I think I left my wallet at home. Hey, forget the bar. My place is just around the corner. What do you say? The three of us head there and, uh, continue your little date there?”

“Yeah, yeah, of course, sounds good.”

“Yeah, sure. Let’s do it.”

“Perfect. Follow me.”

You give me another of those sweet smiles I’ve been addicted to all night and your eyes tell me you’re down for an adventure. Knowing Johnny and how blatantly he just hit on you, I think it’s safe to say he’s looking for trouble tonight. The good kind.

“I’m afraid I can’t offer you any Negronis, but I do have some chilled champagne.”

“Johnny, who keeps champagne just sitting around in their fridge?”

“People who wait tables at fancy restaurants, that’s who.”

“Right, right. I forget you work at that French place downtown.”

“Thank you so much. You’ve got a really nice place.”

“Yeah? You like it? I’ve been thinking about moving lately. I’ve been here in this same spot for… almost four years now, I think.”

“Ah, no, you can’t move. This place has such good light in the mornings. And your balcony! Come on, it’ll be so hard to find something better than this.”

“I know, I know, but I feel like I could use a change. C’mon, let’s move to the couch.”

“So you’ve been here before?”

“Yeah, two, three times.”

I reach over and slip my hand into yours. I don’t know what will happen between the three of us tonight, but I want you to feel comfortable no matter what.

“I think this couch is as big as my whole apartment.”

“Well, you do need space if you like to have guests.”

“Yeah, perfect for three people, I’d say.”

I don’t think any of us has to say anything. We know it’s about to happen. Might as well dive in.

Damn, you taste so good… I want to see more of you… undress you… feel you in my hands…

“Hey.”

Johnny lays his hand on your thigh. You linger in our kiss… and then slowly pull away to turn your attention to him.

He shifts his hand up to your cheek and threads his fingers into a few loose strands of hair on the side of your face.

“You are really beautiful, you know.”

“That’s what I keep saying.”

“Yeah, you both keep saying it. Now, stop with the compliments, or else—”

“Okay, no more compliments.”

Watching you two is… it’s actually… exciting…

I still want you all to myself, but I’m feeling more and more open to sharing. The more I watch you and him kiss, the hotter my body is getting, the looser I’m feeling.

There’s been a slight throbbing between my legs ever since we first kissed in the bar… I slip my fingers over my thighs and between my legs, almost without thinking.

I draw small circles over my pussy through my jeans. Fuck, I just… really want to hear you moan. Want to see you being pleasured.

“Hey… you… oh…”

“Keep going. I’m still here.”

“Okay…”

I think you two are enjoying being watched. Your kiss is getting more confident… more demanding…

I watch your tongues meet, yours pushing deep into his mouth…

You straighten up a bit and give me a look.

I know what you are doing. Teasing me with those ‘fuck me’ eyes…

“Come here.”

Johnny rocks his hips up into yours from beneath you. I can see his erection from here.

“Oh—”

He flips you over with one sudden movement and now you’re beneath him on the couch. His eyes are hungry, drinking in the sight of you from above.

“Can I undress you?”

“I want her to do it.”

“Happy to oblige.”

I switch positions with Johnny while you sit up and lean back against the arm of the couch.

I pull your blouse over your head. You undo your bra yourself and throw it carelessly to the side.

“Fuck…”

God, I just want to bury my face in your breasts. I don’t think you’re aware of how beautiful you are.

I hold your gaze in mine and slowly lower my mouth to your chest.

I reach down and lay my hand on the waistband of your skirt. I slowly undo the button and drag it, along with your underwear, down to your ankles.

“Fuck, you taste good…”

“Do you want him to fuck you? While I watch?”

“Yeah… is that okay with you?”

“Whatever you want. I’m happy if you’re happy.”

I let Johnny switch positions with me. He’s already taken off his shirt and pants. His dick is hard and pushing up against the fabric of his boxers.

He kisses you again… roams his hands down your thighs… around the small of your back.

I kick off my jeans and push my hand into my underwear. I’m wet… more than I was expecting.

Johnny looks up at me, his mouth hanging open, breathing hard. He slips two fingers between your legs… into your pussy. And fucks you with long, slow strokes.

I mirror him, pushing two fingers into myself.

“Oh, fuck…”

“Hey… hey… throw me a condom…”

“In the drawer?”

“Yeah, there behind you.”

“Okay… ready?”

“Yeah, yeah…”

“Yeah, fuck her.”

He guides the tip of his cock up against your entrance and… slowly… slides in…

Oh, fuck, you must be so wet, so turned on.

Oh, fuck…

Fuck, watching you two together is… oh, it’s so good…

You’re sprawled out in front of him on the sofa, your breasts bouncing up and down with every thrust. He’s looking at you with animalistic lust…. he wants you… and he’s taking you…

I work my clit faster… applying more pressure…

Watching his dick disappear inside of you… and that look of pure ecstasy on your face…

“Come here, come here… I want to taste you…”

“Okay, hold on…”

I get down on my knees on the sofa and carefully slide over your face. I lower down and my pussy meets your lips. Your hands wrap tight around my ass and hold me in place.

“Oh, fuck, yeah, get in there.”

“Fuck yes, keep going… keep going, make her cum.”

Johnny lifts your legs over his shoulders, holds onto your thighs, and starts thrusting into you again.

My hips buck forward into your mouth as you suck on my clit. Your tongue swirls around my pussy so well… you’ve definitely done this before.

“Fuck her… with your fingers…”

“Oh, fuck… fuck—yeah, right there—”

“I-I'm cumming!”

“Oh… my god…”

I climb off of you and sit down on the carpet beside the sofa. Johnny is up and throwing away the condom in the kitchen.

I look up at you, lying on the sofa breathing heavily, naked and unbelievably beautiful.

You bend over and kiss me, upside down.

“So beautiful…”

“Enough compliments!”

“Make room. Here, champagne for everyone.”

What, are we toasting?

“Yep. To you.”

“To us.”

“And to next time…?”