"Bruce, this is Talia," Britany said smoothly.
As Talia uncoiled and rose from the office couch to shake my hand, a whole lot of things clicked into place at once. Annoyingly, one of the first was that their couple name would inevitably be 'Britalia'.
Britany and I had been working together for about six really great months. For at least five of those, I'd been certain that she was a committed and comfortable lesbian. That had resolved any sexual tension that might have otherwise emerged between us. She was still hot as hell and rousingly sexy, but knowing there was no real chance helped me stay focused.
Once it became evident to me that we were both on the same team, sexually speaking, working with the super-hot, spunky, smart young woman that Britany so effervescently was became a great deal easier. We bonded and got to be really good friends in a situation that might have been more awkward otherwise.
Now, we were working together on a project that drew in her - I presumed - life partner. Talia was almost everything that Britany wasn't; tall, broad, overtly queer in dress and manners. But they were both smoking hot and super hot together.
Britany stood about five foot six in bare feet. I'd never seen her bare feet, but I'd fantasized about them a couple of times during our first few weeks together. Lush, cinnamon blond hair framed her petite face. She wore subtly tinted glasses that highlighted the deep, dark blue of her eyes. Her nose was broad and flared to a flat button that managed to look well-proportioned and cute where it sat between her high, solid cheekbones. Between her lovely nose and her solidly pointy chin, Britany's broad lips curved into a delicious and almost permanent smile.
Talia was another drink of water entirely. Tall; topping six feet. Where Britany was compact and wiry, Talia was solid, muscularly athletic, with broad hips over thick, taut thighs that displayed themselves demonstratively even under the drape of her tasteful pantsuit.
Talia's lush, jet-black hair was swept back into a thick pony tail. The fine wisps of hair at the borders of her cheeks only served to emphasize her finely carved features. She smiled, revealing perfect teeth. Her deep, brown eyes flashed above the swell of her cheeks as she grinned at me and wrapped my offered hand in hers.
If I'd maybe been briefly tempted to make a pass at Britany in the weeks before I realized that she swung the way she did, I was completely transfixed and stymied as I regarded Talia. She was super hot. And way - way - out of my league, even if it weren't an almost certain fact that she preferred Britany's - I imagined - tight, compact huhu to any kind of dick.
We reviewed our project goals together over coffees. Talia's musk imprinted itself on my brain as we huddled together. Where Britany's scent was clean-scrubbed and delicately scented, Talia's atmosphere was dense and raw and sumptuously inviting. Whenever she leaned towards me, I felt the gravity of her generous cleavage pulling at me and I felt that I had to actively resist the allure of the creamy, olive-toned skin that beckoned from the shadowy folds of her tastefully provocative blouse.
About a week into our project, I noticed that Britany had slowly and steadily become more physically engaging with me; a touch on the shoulder here, a hand on my back there, her hip pressed to mine as we both bent over a long spreadsheet printout. Talia, by contrast, was just as proper and professional as Britany had been with me the past six months that we'd worked together. I caught Talia making eyes now and then, but they were always aimed at Brittany, not me.
Our work was engaging, and I enjoyed both women's company a lot on many levels, professional and personal. The project started coming together quickly and I enjoyed how well we three were all working together. Britany was smart and competent. I'd seen that early on in our work together. Talia was just plain radically smart in ways that injected surprising and valuable insight. I was almost lamenting the impending end of our collaboration as it became clear that we would soon meet and exceed the goals of our shared project.
Then came the summons. One Friday afternoon, Britany asked if I'd like to get a drink with her after work. She wasn't nervous or awkward about it. It was a casual and unencumbered request. Still, there was something that hung in the air between us as I thought about it. "Sure. I'd like that," I said. It was an easy reply and true. Spending time with Britany was never dull.
So, three hours later, I'm taking the top off of a half liter of Hefeweizen and regarding Britany's gloriously hot lips, curved into an insouciant smile over her glass of cabernet. Britany regarded me for a long moment and then probed, "You know that Talia and I are a couple, right?"
I almost coughed a bit as the hoppy beer I was sipping worked itself up the back of my throat. "Uh. Um. Yeah, I'd figured," I said.
"And you're cool with that," she continued.
Of course I was. "Britany," I said, "You've been a solid partner since we started working together; and Talia's got serious talent. I think we work great together and I love that. Whatever you do in your personal time I have no problem with." I regarded her with what I hoped was a neutral expression, not quite sure why she had chosen this particular moment to approach and reexamine these particular boundaries in our relationship.
Britany smiled back at me for a long moment, then asked, "You ever know a vegan that just
had
to crush a bacon cheeseburger every now and then?"
"Sure," I said, feeling the start of an anxious thrill in my belly as the analogy and its potential ramifications sunk in deeper.
"Talia's like that. I am too. But we always cheat on our diet together... when we choose to cheat."
She danced warm fingertips across my thigh as she stared at me, holding my gaze with hers, and let that revelation sink in.
"And... yummy, delicately sauced lentils aside,... you're feeling like you really want a Big Mac right now," I joked as Britany's fingertips slid delicately up my thigh. She held my gaze and when I didn't flinch, she probed her fingertips gently further, across the bulge that was growing steadily in my pants.
"Yeah, kinda," she admitted. "I told Talia that I thought you'd understand - and be willing to help us both out," she chirped as her fingers traced the outline of my now thoroughly-interested cock. "I'm getting the impression you might be interested."
"I'm quite interested," I admitted. "As long as you are."
"Bruce," she said, regarding me intently from behind her subtly tinted lenses and snuggling her fingers along the contours of my now nearly completely swollen cock.
"Yes," I urged.
"You've been so great... I love working with you," she gushed.
"Same," I replied.
"Can we... I don't want it to get weird," she spat out.
"It won't," I promised. "You're one of the best co-workers I've ever had," I assured her. "And none - almost none of them - ever grabbed my cock in public," I joked.
Britany laughed along with me. I pressed on. "And not one of them ever offered to take me home to their hot, tall lesbian lover and share my cock with them, so: We're cool. Totally cool. I swear," I assured her.
"She's so fucking hot, isn't she," Britany sputtered with a conspiratorial wink.
"Yeah, she's hot as fuck," I agreed. "So are you!"
"Stop," Britany blushed.
"Serious. If I hadn't figured out early on that you were committedly queer for pussy, I'd have been all over you," I confessed.
Britany drew back a bit and examined me with a steady regard. "Really?" Britany's eyes flashed at me and drank up my gaze.
"Britany," I pressed, "You're smart and sweet and sexy and smoking hot. I'd want and want to be with you no matter what equipment I had in my shorts or which way it leaned."
"That's... that's so nice. So... hot, Bruce," Britany husked as she gripped my cock even more firmly through my trousers. "I almost don't want to take you home now," she breathed into my shoulder.
"What do you want," I probed.
"I wanna get stark fucking naked and fuck your brains out," Britany confessed.
"Ditto," I replied.
We both had a good laugh at that, then I pulled her in with one long arm reaching around her compact shoulders. "Britany," I whispered into her ear, "I'm totally yours," I said.
"I... I suppose I'm supposed to bring you home to share with Talia now, though," she murmured into my neck.
"I can do that for you," I assured her. "We can do that together."
She smiled up at me with a naughty, possessive look as her fingers curled more tightly around the bulge of my fully erect cock. "Take me home now, Bruce," she implored. "I so fucking want to get naked with you."
