Page 60 of Me Three
Tru smiles and takes their hand off my shoulder, focusing back on their plate.
“I have a pretty good idea.”
“But do you? You know when Ev started seeing you again, I thought I was going to lose him. And even after Virginia Beach, I thought ‘crap, this is too good to last.’ But you know what we realized?”
Tru hesitantly glances at me. “What?”
“That it’s all thanks to you. That, like you said, there’s no competition. All this time I was afraid of someone stealing him from me before I can even tell him how I feel when the truth is, we needed you to bring us together. And to keep us together. You’re our glue. You’re what keeps us together and what makes us true to ourselves. So whatever it is you’re thinking, that you’re a spare, a fuck buddy, a third wheel, get it out of your head because we both want you just as much as we want each other. You balance us out Tru. You bring out the best in both of us. You’re not a spare.”
Tru’s in tears, and they can barely keep their eyes open to look at me.
“Oh Carter,” they say and jump all over me, hugging me and kissing my lips, their hands eager navigators on my upper body. They cover every inch of my head with their kisses. “Are you sure you’re a mathematician because that was poetry.”
I laugh.
“Pretty sure.”
“I’m so hard for you right now,” they say.
They get up and get me off my chair, too, but then turn me around and push me on the table, until I’m lying on my back. They kiss me all over my chest, my abs, my waist.
“I knew you were too hot to be a dick,” they say as they undo my pants and take my cock in their hand.
“Uhm… thanks. I guess.” I chuckle. The chuckle turns to a grunt and the grunt turns into a moan as Tru takes me in their mouth and shows me just how much they liked my confession.
“I… like you guys, too… so much,” they say between mouthfuls when they come up for air. “You’re all… I can… think about.”
The faster they suck, the more my body tenses, and the more they talk, the harder I get.
And then I spill in their mouth, and they swallow me whole, drinking my seed.
“You’re the best,” I tell them when they climb the table, straddling me for a kiss. “Gluey.”
They laugh and slip their tongue in my mouth.
“I can live with that. For a pet name,” they say when they get off me.
“Where are you going? Aren’t we going to take care ofyou?”
Tru takes the plates next to me and puts them in the sink, then offers me their hand to help me get up.
“We are. But first, you got to put on something nice for me,” they say.
They take me to my bedroom, and I show them my drawer with all the panties and the garter belts and stockings, and they pick a pair of purple ones for me to put on, so I strip down and do as they ask. Then they pick a black set and put it on themselves.
It’s not long before we’re kissing again, and, of course, soon I get hard again. The feel of the lace on my skin, the mere view of it on me, and on Tru, just gets me to one hundred straight away.
We lie in bed attacking each other’s mouths, and as we do, my back hits the remote and the TV turns on.
Tru looks at the welcome screen of Dark Ages of Witchcraft and their eyes light up.
“You know what’d be really hot?” they ask.
“What?”
“If we play in our panties. I’ve always wanted to watch someone play games in their undies. Or join in and play with them.”
They bite their lip and wait for my response.
