One of Those Nights

It was going to be one of those nights, Lucy could tell. Tristan had finished with his photoshoot at two, and he'd come home early enough for lunch. Bella had finished early too, for the first time in weeks, and the two of them had made dinner together, speaking in hushed, excited tones.

Yes, it was

definitely

going to be one of those nights, when Bella and Tristan locked themselves in the bedroom and fucked for a couple of hours.

Without

her

, of course.

Lucy knew she couldn't be upset. Bella and Tristan weren't deliberately

excluding

her - in fact, they'd tried everything they could to

include

her. It wasn't their fault that - to put it bluntly - her cunt didn't work.

Still, she

was

a little upset. Her inability to have sex was perhaps the only consequence of the accident she hadn't come to terms with. Her ruined senior year was nothing more than a bad memory; not getting into art school didn't matter anymore. Not being able to have sex with the loves of her life

did

.

She couldn't complain, though; at the end of the day, she was

happy

. She had a girlfriend and a boyfriend who loved and supported her, and the three of them lived together in a nice apartment, which they were able to afford by doing work they liked. Lucy couldn't imagine needing more than that.

Besides, nights like this weren't

all

bad. Bella and Tristan always cooked the most delicious food when they had sex planned, and that was something Lucy could

definitely

enjoy.

Just as she was having that thought, there was a knock on her door. "Food's ready!" Bella called out.

Lucy set down her stylus. "Coming!"

~~~~~~~~

Tristan and Bella had made chilli - Lucy's favourite. The three of them ate with a ravenous appetite - the food was excellent, and the wine was just as good. They talked about Tristan's photoshoot, and laughed at a stupid guy from the theatre Bella worked at. Lucy told them about the piece she was working on, though she refused to show it to them.

And just like that, they were finished.

"Welp," Lucy said, grabbing the wheels of her wheelchair, "I'm a little behind schedule on my commissions, so..."

Tristan smiled. "Those can wait," he said. "We have a surprise for you."

Before Lucy could say anything, Bella had scooped her off her wheelchair, in that way that always made Lucy's heart beat like a drum; a little "eep" escaped her lips.

"W-what's the surprise?" she stammered, her cheeks turning rosy red.

"What kind of surprise would it be if we told you?" Bella replied.

Lucy couldn't argue with that. In fact, she couldn't argue at all, not while Bella held her in her big, strong arms. She didn't

want

to argue, either - she was perfectly content with surrendering herself to Bella's embrace and letting herself be carried to the bedroom.

Bella gently set her down on the bed, and sat on one side of her; Tristan came to sit on the other. They smiled down at her, their smiles equal parts mischievous and sweet.

"Wanna make love?" Tristan asked.

The question hit Lucy like a bomb. Her thoughts scattered in a thousand directions, and despite her best efforts, the only response her brain could conjure was a bewildered, "Eh?"

Tristan's face provided no answer, and neither did Bella's; all Lucy could see was excitement. "B-but," she stammered, "but—"

Bella silenced her with a finger to her lips. "No buts, nena. Do you want to make love?"

Lucy nodded meekly.

Bella and Tristan immediately got to work, undressing first her and then themselves, and it suddenly struck Lucy how hot her partners were. Her eyes roamed Tristan's slender form and Bella's sculpted muscles, and she found herself overcome with a desire for

touch

.

She reached up, and tentatively caressed Bella's bicep, then her collarbone; Bella took her hand, and gently guided it lower. As her fingers found Bella's nipple, Tristan nudged her face towards him, and leaned in for a kiss. Their lips met, and after a long, passionate moment, his tongue pushed something into Lucy's mouth.

He and Bella pulled back, and he said, "Swallow."

After a moment of hesitation, Lucy did.

At first, nothing happened. Lucy's eyes darted back and forth between her partners, but they said nothing; they only looked at her in anticipation.

Then Lucy felt it: a faint tingle was spreading through her body. A shiver went up and down her spine, and she opened her mouth to ask a question.

Before she could form words, Bella reached out and lightly caressed her cheek.

The sensation took Lucy's breath away. No touch had any right to be this intense; she could feel every miniscule detail on Bella's skin, and each one was its own sensory experience. When Bella finally withdrew her hand, Lucy was left gasping for air.

Bella and Tristan exchanged a triumphant glance, and

began

.

Bella lifted Lucy's head and kissed her, hungrily; meanwhile, her free hand found its way to Lucy's stomach, and she started tracing abstract patterns on it with her fingers. Lucy thought she'd been prepared this time, but the intensity of the sensations still caught her off-guard, and she was moaning into the kiss before she knew it.

Bella broke the kiss, leaving Lucy panting; at the same time, Tristan placed his hands on Lucy's breasts. That alone was enough to elicit a gasp; then Tristan started groping, and the gasps quickly turned to whimpers and moans.

Bella planted a dainty kiss on Lucy's temple, then her cheek, then her chin. She moved down to Lucy's neck and collarbone, and her fingers moved from Lucy's stomach to her sides. Tristan gave Lucy's breasts a firm squeeze, and started rolling her nipples between his index fingers and his thumbs.

Lucy's entire body felt like it was one fire. Every little touch sent sparks of pleasure crawling under her skin, every kiss was like a small firework. She'd never felt like this before, never imagined she

could

feel like this... She closed her eyes, and pulled Bella closer.

Tristan's hands on her breasts were replaced by Bella's, and Tristan leaned in and kissed her. She kissed back hungrily, pushing herself into him, while Bella's fingers traced circles around her areolae.

Tristan pulled back, and lied down next to her; Bella did the same. Each of them took one of Lucy's breasts in their hand, and began idly teasing her.

Lucy had a sudden thought. "What about you?"

Bella laughed. "Us?" She began circling Lucy's nipple with her thumb. "This is about

you

, mi vida."

"But— Ah!"

Tristan had given Lucy's other nipple a playful pinch. "No

buts

, love." He did it again. "This is

your

night."

"Mmm," Lucy nodded, her head swimming. She'd become one big erogenous zone, and Tristan had just struck the centre.

Bella smiled. "Oh, you

like

that, don't you?" She pinched Lucy's nipple, a little harder than Tristan had.

"A-ah!" Lucy mewled. "Y-yes..."

"In that case," Tristan kissed Lucy's earlobe, "I think," he kissed her cheek, "we should do it

more

." He kissed her neck. "Don't you?"

Lucy meekly nodded.

Tristan and Bella smiled, and began to rhythmically pinch and tug, gently at first, and then with increasing intensity. Something began to rise within Lucy, something which her partners fuelled with kisses and nibbles and sweet whispers, something that grew along with the intensity of their touches. Jolts of pleasure shot from Lucy's nipples with every touch, and each one flowed directly into that something, which was quickly ballooning in size.

And then, exactly like an overinflated balloon, that something

popped

.

Lucy had forgotten what orgasms felt like. She hadn't had one in years. And yet, she was certain that

this

orgasm was nothing like anything she'd ever experienced. It flooded her like a tidal wave, enveloped her like an inferno, shook her like an earthquake; it left nothing in its wake except for white-hot

bliss

. It could have lasted for one second, or one hour - Lucy didn't know, and didn't

care

to know. She was in heaven.

She stopped seeing stars, eventually. Her mind was returned to the waking world, where she was sandwiched between Tristan and Bella, who held her protectively and smiled at her.

As soon as she had caught her breath, Lucy smiled back.

"Well," Tristan asked, "how was it?"

"It was... it was..." Lucy was truly lost for words. "Wow."

Bella kissed her on the cheek; Lucy noticed that she wasn't sensitive anymore. "We're glad."

Lucy leaned into Bella's kisses. "So," she asked, blushing, "can we do this again sometime?"

Bella laughed. "Of course, mi vida," she said. "Any night you want."