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Angela is stuck.
Emotionally stuck in the way she’s always been since she’s grown a conscience; a little (read: a lot) of self deprecation goes a long way.
Well… She might as well consider herself physically stuck seeing as the 3 warm bodies piled on top of her are definitely not moving anytime soon:
- An arm heavy on her torso, sliding under her oversized jersey and curling to cement itself under Angela’s breasts as its owner, a six foot tall olive-skinned woman snuggles into her side.
- Two arms wrapped around her neck, pulling her head closer to the breaths tickling the side of her cheek; every once in a while, their lips would graze against her ear and cause Angela to jolt.
- A head just above her pelvis, cheek turned to the side, body between her legs as she reaches her hand down to tangle itself into silky hair. The woman hums in her sleep and nuzzles into Angela’s bare belly, the vibrations of her throat teasing the nerve endings of her skin.
But she definitely doesn’t mind this kind of stuck, in fact she’s on her knees thanking her past self for agreeing to this arrangement. Who else got to have 3 beautiful women’s attention, to have 3 women choose her to be their muse, to have 3 women biting on her bottom lip, palming her tits and trailing kisses down her navel.
Who else but Angela Giarratana— the unsuspecting woman who got herself in the sights of a throuple, who happened to be her best friends and coworkers for the past 3 years or so.
This didn’t happen all so suddenly; they didn’t JUST go to Angela and whisper “Hey, do you maybe want to fuck?” in her ear and hope she says yes. Well they could’ve and Angela still would’ve said yes. It was an elaborate plan and it all started about a month ago.
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Angela was an actor who chose to flaunt her expressive eyes and use them to her advantage. Batting her eyelashes gets her a free drink at the bar, looking up at the officer with wide puppy dog eyes gets her out of a ticket, dilating her pupils and small glances towards another’s lips would usually get her thrown into a random bed and fucked within an inch of her life. But it did come with a disadvantage in which 90% of the time, obviously not in professional settings, Angela couldn’t hide her intentions.
So it wasn’t exactly tough for them to see that something had started brewing in Angela. Arasha was first to notice Angela’s lingering gaze on the newly formed throuple; having only joined the established couple a few weeks back. Arasha was one to be wary of her surroundings, cautious of the confused stares, or even the occasional judgy glare. Angela’s eyes showed none of that, was it curiosity or interest, or even envy? Arasha could not tell.
And it wasn’t like they hadn’t tried, Courtney and Amanda, back when they were just a couple, had discussed at length on their potential additions being BOTH Arasha and Angela. They were just lucky that Arasha had not only caught on to their courting but also immediately agreed to bring Angela into the scene.
Angela was a bit more difficult however; her busy scheduling along with her inability to sit still and take a breather made it hard for them to engage with her outside of work. Also damn is the woman oblivious.
Nevertheless, the throuple persisted.
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Amanda can’t exactly say that this was the first time she tried to make a move; being Angela’s “platonic” soulmate, she had access to everything Angela had to offer. Hand holding and hugs, sharing a blanket on the set couch, they played jump rope with the line between banter and flirting, and they shone in each other’s presence.
Sleepovers were the best part, Amanda got a taste of Angela in a domestic setting and she was addicted to the homecooked dinners where the tiny Italian woman would make her “special meat sauce”, dancing around the kitchen while humming a tune that gets stuck in Amanda’s head every time. And of course the cuddling, huddled under the blanket and sharing body heat—it was more of Angela burrowing herself into Amanda’s space and sliding her ice cold toes up her shin. And each time, just after the girl in her arms loses her battle to sleep, Amanda cannot stop herself from pressing her lips to the top of her head.
It was all truly “platonic” until one night, fresh off a couple glasses of wine, Angela pulls off her signature glance at her lips and Amanda has to physically hold herself from pouncing, what is she? A man with no self control? Did Angela really have this much reign over her?
She was suffocating in the tension of the room and Amanda had to excuse herself to call her partners, to ask for permission just in case, although unneeded considering that they’ve discussed plenty beforehand.
The night went on without a hitch, none of them daring to make a move before the other and they end up under the blanket once more; Angela’s back to Amanda’s chest. It was only when the younger rubbed her legs together and slid her hand under her little booty shorts with a shaky breath of Amanda did she snap, pulling her body closer and slithering her own hand underneath Angela’s pants.
She groans when she feels bare skin and the little pricking of freshly shaved hair, “You little minx, you wanted this so bad huh?”
“You finally noticed? Took you long enough.”
“Notice what? Your fuck-me eyes? Yeah I fucking noticed, I didn’t say anything just to watch you squirm all night in your little shorts, prancing around for my attention.” Angela could only whimper at that, her hand pushing on Amanda’s wrist to guide her deeper. Angela bucks her hips when they don’t budge.
Amanda fingers tease around the nub, gathering the wetness of her folds but still barely touching where she needed to be touching, “What were you going to do if I didn’t?” Her teeth graze Angela’s earlobe, giving the soft skin a little nibble.
“Put on a little show for me?” Amanda swipes at her clit and the noise that escapes Angela’s parted lips only spurs her on, “Finger yourself as I watch? Hoping that I’ll finally give you what you wanted? Is this what you wanted?”
Angela doesn’t say a word, her brain fizzles with words other than begging the woman for more. Her hand is nudged away by Amanda’s and she’s left gripping onto her forearm for dear life as Amanda continues her assault on her bundle of nerves.
“And don’t think I didn’t notice all the other nights,” Amanda nips at her nape, trailing her lips all over the younger’s neck and biting into the soft pulsing skin. Her free hand has travelled the woman’s body and finally lands on a tit, rolling a nipple between two fingers, humming in content as Angela gasps and arches her chest further into her hand.
“Touching yourself while I was asleep, cumming and shaking in my arms. God Angela, I wanted nothing more than to touch you then.” Angela’s breaths come out in staccato as her hips begin to roll.
“Not to mention that one time you rode my thigh for so long that it was still soaked the morning after. You owe me a pair of sweats.”
“I knew it!” She exclaims, “You were moving way too much to be asleep.” Angela says between pants as she buries her face sideways into her pillow, her entire body shaking with pleasure. Amanda takes the chance to further lean onto Angela until she is just above her, pushing the side of her face further into the pillow. She snakes her free arm around Angela’s waist, hauling her hips up to get a better angle, all while her fingers reign freely on her clit.
“You needed a little help,” Angela’s ass curves deliciously into Amanda’s pelvis, knees trembling just from holding herself up, “All I did was give a little pressure here and there and you came so quick after.” So quick and so hard, Angela had to bite the back of her hand just to keep from screaming Amanda’s name.
Angela’s gut flutters when Amanda’s chest presses against her back, her white tank failing to hide the stiff peaks rubbing against Angela through her top. She doesn’t know how it happens but her wrists end up above her head in Amanda’s free hand and heats pools further down her stomach once she realizes how big her hands were compared to her own.
What would they look like on her hips, gripping hard enough to bruise, a reminder imprinted on her pale skin for the upcoming days.
What would they look like spanning her neck, strong fingers pressed up against her carotid, leaving her brain to fend for itself, helpless, blurring around the edges.
What would they look like gliding into her, would she go slow, torture her until she’s begging for more? Or would she be ruthless with her thrusts, plunging deep and hard, pinning Angela to the bed and giving her no choice but to take it.
“Don’t stop.” Angela whimpers when Amanda pauses to peel her shorts down her slick thighs; the hand returns immediately, but the older halts her motions, only slowly rolling Angela’s clit between her fingers.
“Greedy girl.” Amanda’s digit nudges her entrance, smearing her fluids around her already glistening folds. Angela rocks her hips back but the pressure pulls away and the grip on her vanishes instantly, not a graze, not a lingering touch, leaving her shivering under the gust of the AC. The whine that leaves her lips knocks a cackle out of Amanda.
“Can I take a video, angel? Only for Arasha and Court.” Angela hears the smirk in her tone and nods anyway. She cranes her neck back to follow Amanda’s movements, watching as she reaches for the phone on the nightstand, swiping into the camera app, flash blinding her vision.
“Baby look at her,” Amanda narrates, spreading Angela’s glistening folds with her thumb, “Fluttering from just the mention of you both. God, look at her, she's throbbing.”
Amanda dips her thumb into her entrance, “So wet for us, hmmmm, beautiful isn’t she?” Angela flushes, burying her face back into the pillow, teeth gritting tight on the silk case.
“Look at me.” Her voice quakes more than she would’ve liked and the glint returns in Angela’s eyes. She knows Amanda’s control is slowly slipping; she feels the other grinding down into the fabric of her shorts, bucking her hips for the slightest bit of friction.
She too can play that game.
“Angela,” Amanda’s voice drops to a lower register—a warning, leaving tingles running up her skin, “Look at me.”
Angela gulps, but she doesn't turn. Truly a brat at heart.
Angela receives her second warning in the form of Amanda’s hand clamping onto her cheeks, prying her jaw open. She shoves two fingers onto Angela’s tongue, pushing the wiggling appendage down to the floor of her mouth. Angela gags, cheeks hollowing around the digits, a string of drool slowly coiling its way down Amanda’s fingers.
“I wanted them to see you wrecked like this, all putty under my touch.” Amanda pecks the side of Angela’s temple, pinning her hips under her own body as she maneuvers her chin up to face the camera.
“I wanted them to see how good you were for me.” Angela sees herself through the selfie screen, tears rolling down her flushed cheeks, two long fingers cementing itself in her mouth, globs of slobber coating Amanda's proximal knuckles. Amanda's eyes are dark, filled with something unfiltered, almost raw, almost like she's about to devour Angela whole, “But you just had to be a little brat about it.”
“Beg.” Angela whimpers, hand reaching back to Amanda, fingers tangling into the soft curls and pulling just hard enough to elicit a groan out of the woman, “Try harder, I won’t move until you do.”
Angela almost laughs, this wasn’t a loss on her part. She has Amanda exactly where she wants her to be, all riled up, forcing her down against the sheets, gravelly voice whispering real low in her ear. Just one counterattack away from feral.
But she’ll play nice… for now.
“Please.” Angela’s voice is hoarse, muffled around the intrusion, “Please Amanda. I need you to fuck me.”
“There she is,” Amanda removes the fingers out of her mouth, gathering the threads of drool down her chin and peeling herself away to smear it on Angela’s cunt, “My good boy.”
The phone drops face down on the bed, forgotten as Amanda slowly pushes two fingers into Angela, curling down to prod at the ridged tissue. Angela’s lips part in a silent scream, clenching around Amanda’s fingers. She’s a mess, whimpering as Amanda speeds up, thrusting her hips into her. Angela sputters as her thumb reaches down to rub against her clit, she gasps and chants Amanda’s name as she teeters so close to the edge.
“Fuck, Amanda.” Amanda’s other hand snakes through the front of her hip for easier access to her clit, Angela makes a high keening noise into the pillow.
“Don’t stop.” Amanda, the sly woman, debates on actually stopping, on leaving the writhing woman so close to the edge just shy of release. She can imagine the fury and desperation on the younger’s face, straddling her just to take control, finishing herself off on her thigh. Or will she make Amanda watch, barred from touching as she rides her own fingers.
“I’ll make your life a living hell if you stop right now.” Amanda laughs, leave it to her Angela to threaten someone working her like a puppet. Even so, Amanda sees the quiver on Angela’s thighs, the balled up fists on the sheets, needy moans spilling out her bruised lips and decides to take pity just this once.
“I’m not planning to, sweetheart.” And it completely unravels Angela, her whole body stiffens, her vision flashes white and she screams Amanda’s name, voice breaking by the last syllable, sobbing into the pillow as she comes.
“Too much.” Angela’s voice is hoarse, but her body says otherwise, hips rocking into Amanda’s fingers, working herself through the orgasm, “Hurts so good.”
Amanda keeps the pace on her clit, pulling out of her cunt with a satisfying pop as she hovers over Angela, mouthing at the meat on her shoulder. Amanda’s teeth on her skin sends Angela into overdrive, her knees buckle underneath her as her whole body flops onto her bed.
oh shit Amanda’s hand slips from under Angela, landing on the damp sheets so as not to pancake the smaller woman beneath her. Angela’s limp for a moment, mind fuzzy with pleasure as the world mutes itself around her, “Come back to me honey. Come on, focus on my voice, come back baby.”
Only Amanda’s voice seems to get through, clear and grounding as she guides her through the haze. She feels the hands wandering her back, massaging the tension off her upper back as she slowly comes down from the high. She lets out a sigh, her body melting into the sheets but her legs continue to shake.
“There she is, that’s my girl.” Angela rolls over beneath Amanda’s arms to face her, cheeks wet with a mix of saliva and tears, bottom lip puffed up, littered with bite marks, unfocused eyes trying so hard to stay on Amanda’s. Angela’s vision finally returns, catching half-lidded eyes looking down at her as Amanda blankets over Angela’s shivering body. She gestures to return the favor, but the woman above her simply shakes her head and mumbles something akin to next time.
“You’re insane.” Angela pauses to catch her breathing, “Seriously, how in the world are you so good at that?”
“Baby, I’ve had practice,” Amanda coos, pulling a stray strand behind Angela’s ear, “And secondly, you don’t even know.” Angela groans, dragging Amanda into her space by the straps of her tank top and burying her face into the woman’s neck. And if she chooses to ignore the stares Courtney and Arasha gave her the next day, Angela really isn't ready for what comes next.