fic: Blame It On The Henney
Title: Blame It On The Henney
Author: lovablelexie
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Lea/Dianna/Jon
Summary: Jon comes to stay for a visit with Lea and Dianna. They stay in one night and get drunk together. Sexy shenanigans ensue.
Disclaimer: This is a total piece of fiction, I own nothing and no one involved
Word Count: 6,122
A/N: I hope this lives up to its expectations! I had a lot of fun writing it and hope you enjoy reading it! Comments always appreciated!
Pain seared through Dianna’s thumb when she jumped and slammed the one thousand-page book she was reading on the unsuspecting body part. She was upstairs in the spare bedroom that she had turned into a library when she had heard Lea shriek in what she only hoped was excitement. She rushed down the stairs of the townhouse she and Lea had purchased together six months previously and found her girlfriend practically dancing around the living room.
“What the hell, Lea? That scream of yours almost made me break my thumb so this better be a big deal.” The words themselves sounded snotty but with the way she said them, all high-pitched and sweet, she knew Lea wouldn’t take them to heart.
“Jon’s coming to visit! He just texted me to say that he’ll be in L.A. in two weeks!” Lea was bouncing up and down on the balls of her feet, as if she were a kid on Christmas morning. “I told him he could stay here for a few nights!” As soon as she said that, her excited and jittery movements stopped and she looked at Dianna seriously. “Oh Di, I should have asked you first. Is that okay? We’ve never had guests stay the night here but it’s Jon and I just got so excited and…”
“Baby, it’s fine. You hardly ever get to see Jon anymore and you know I love him. Of course he can stay here. As long as he doesn’t mind sleeping on a pull-out couch.”
“Oh yeah, because you had to have a library instead of a guest bedroom,” Lea said jokingly.
“Hey, you agreed I could have one!” Dianna replied in her defense, a big smile on her face.
***
Dianna loved Lea and Jon’s friendship. They were so close even when they were physically separated by thousands of miles. They talked on the phone every single day even if it was just a quick, “Hi, hope you are having a good day. Love you.” There had been a point early on in her relationship with Lea that she had been jealous of the brunette’s bond with the man, especially when Lea had lightheartedly referred to Jon as her “almost hubby.” Dianna knew deep down that if Jon were straight, he and Lea would probably already be married; the brunette obviously loved him and was attracted to him. Not that Dianna didn’t trust Lea, she did. She knew Lea was attracted to both men and women and sometimes that made her uneasy but Lea wanted to be with her and had fallen in love with her and in the long run that’s all Dianna needed to set her mind at ease.
On the day Jon was scheduled to arrive in Los Angeles, Dianna insisted that she and Lea drive to the airport together to pick him up. Lea had wanted to go alone but the blonde had said she didn’t trust the tiny singer to not crash her car somewhere along the interstate in all of her excitement; Lea, after all, did not have the best track record when it came to car accidents. The decision ended up being a good one, Lea fidgeted in her seat throughout the entire ride. When she saw Jon exit the sliding doors of the airport into the warm California sunshine she squealed and flung the car door open, nearly tackling the man to the ground as she jumped into his arms. On the drive back to the townhouse, Lea talked their ears off, updating Jon on every little trivial detail of her life that she had not mentioned to him during previous conversations. She was technically sitting in the back seat but she leaned forward so her head was constantly between the driver and passenger seats. Dianna and Jon shared a smile over the top of the diva’s head as she chattered away, they both loved when Lea was so happy and animated.
Jon was scheduled to stay with them for three nights and for the first night Lea wanted to go out on the town and dance the night away. Dianna decided to stay at home; she knew the paparazzi would have a field day if they saw her and Lea at a club together with only a known gay man for company. She hated that she still had to hide the most important relationship in her life from the public eye but it was her choice. Lea had wanted to come out from the beginning but it was always Dianna holding them back. She was terrified of the backlash it would create and her career had not yet taken off the way she wanted it to so she continued to wait. She did, however, buy matching diamond rings for her and Lea to show the singer that she was not going anywhere and that they were forever.
The blonde was almost asleep when Lea and Jon came home at nearly three in the morning. She heard them laughing and talking loudly in the living room; she also heard glasses clinking and could only hope they were drinking water. After about twenty minutes she heard Lea’s heavy footfalls on the stairs and the brunette’s soft laugh every time she stumbled and bumped against the wall. She opened the bedroom door quietly but then dropped her heels on the hardwood floor with a loud thump.
“Oops,” she giggled.
“It’s okay. I’m awake,” Dianna said.
“Oh good. I misshed you tonight,” Lea slurred as she lifted her dress over her head and left it on the floor and got underneath the covers in just her bra and panties. She curled the front of her body against Dianna’s back and nuzzled her nose against the blonde’s neck. “I love you.”
Dianna could smell the vodka on Lea’s breath but she was more concerned with the diva’s soft lips on her shoulder and her small hand caressing the exposed skin between the bottom of her tank top and the top of her shorts. “Lea,” she breathed when the smaller girl dipped her hand underneath her shorts and began stroking the soft shaved skin of her mound.
“I think you missed me too,” Lea mumbled when her fingers ran along Dianna’s slit. “You’re so wet.” She gathered some of the moisture on her fingers before inserting two of them into the blonde’s wet heat. Dianna and Lea moaned in unison as Dianna’s inner walls stretched to accommodate the more than welcome addition. Dianna let out breathy whimpers amid moans of Lea’s name. The brunette pushed her fingers as far as they would go inside of her lover and found the spot that always made Dianna come undone within seconds.
“Fuck,” the blonde gasped as Lea’s fingers pounded relentlessly at her g-spot. Dianna’s own hand ventured into her shorts and she began to rub at her clit with her middle finger. She rubbed herself expertly in fast tight circles and within minutes she felt her orgasm wash over her body. Lea felt the woman’s inner walls clench around her fingers and heard a high pitched mewling sound escape from Dianna’s throat at the peak of her release. The singer let her fingers fall limply out of Dianna’s body and she moved the long blonde hair to the side so she could kiss the back of her girlfriend’s neck.
Dianna sighed contentedly and curled herself against Lea’s body. She gave her body a moment to stop tingling and for her breathing to return to normal before she planned on returning the favor. She turned her body so she was facing her girlfriend and noticed that she was fast asleep. She was breathing deeply and evenly and was still as a log, all the signs of a drunken slumber. Dianna kissed the diva on the cheek and hoped that she would not be too hung over in the morning.
***
Lea awoke the next morning to sunlight streaming through the bedroom windows, which was not helping the headache she felt, and the smell of freshly cooked waffles. She dragged her body, which felt like it weighed twice as much as usual, out of bed and flung on a pair of sweatpants and a large t-shirt over her underwear and made her way downstairs. She found Jon and Dianna at the kitchen table, waffles piled high on a plate in the center of the table and two bowls filled with strawberries and whipped cream on either side. When she entered the kitchen, Jon and Dianna both turned to look at her. Dianna had a sly smile on her face and Jon said cheerily, “Good morning sleepy head.”
She groaned and mumbled, “Coffee,” as she padded over to the freshly brewed pot. “How are you so chipper this morning?” she asked Jon after she took her first much needed sip of caffeine.
“I just know how to hold my liquor. You always were a lightweight Lee.”
Normally she would joke with him but she was too exhausted at the moment. She sat down at the table and picked at one quarter of a waffle all the while guzzling her coffee. She let Dianna and Jon do most of the talking and tuned into their words every so often.
“…best homemade margaritas. What do you say Lea?”
“Huh?” she asked, looking up at Dianna as she had only caught the tail end of what the blonde had said.
“I was saying if you guys didn’t want to go out tonight we could stay in and I’d make my famous fajitas and margaritas. It could be our own little fiesta.”
As much as Lea didn’t want to think about alcohol she had to admit that a night in with her two favorite people sounded like a great idea. And Dianna did make excellent vegan fajitas. She didn’t have to drink a lot either, maybe just one margarita.
***
“I was not! You were the one who screamed like a little girl!”
Lea’s plan to only have one drink did not go over very well. She was on her third margarita with a shot of tequila thrown in between for good measure. “You were such a bigger drama queen than I was!” She gestured wildly, causing some of her drink to slosh out of the side of the glass.
For the past ten minutes Jon and Lea had been telling stories about their Spring Awakening days. Dianna had heard most of them before but under the influence of alcohol they were still entertaining. The best friends were quite the pranksters but the blonde was absolutely shocked when a story she hadn’t heard came out.
“Remember that time when you didn’t wear underwear during one of our performances to see if I would trip over my lines?”
“Lea! You did not!” Dianna exclaimed.
“Oh yes she did,” Jon replied, a wicked grin spreading across his face. “She spread her legs during the hayloft scene and I didn’t bat an eyelash. But I did teach her a lesson.”
“What did you do?” Dianna asked, leaning forward and resting her elbows on her knees.
“I swiped a finger against her clit when I was supposed to be simulating fingering her.”
Dianna gasped. Lea and Jon always seemed like such professionals, she found it hard to believe that they would do something like that on stage in front of an audience. She looked at Lea whose cheeks were bright pink in a combination of embarrassment and intoxication. “What did you do Lee?”
“What I was supposed to do. Act it out. At least it was a sex scene so my moan and gasp of surprise didn’t ruin anything.” Lea’s eyes swept over Dianna’s body. Her girlfriend’s hand was resting on her best friend’s knee, casually and platonically but it was physical contact nonetheless. She could have ignored it but what was the fun in that? “You know, that’s something you two have in common. When you guys get drunk you act like you’re straight.”
“What are you talking about?” Dianna asked incredulously yet she quickly removed her hand from Jon’s knee.
“Oh come on Di, put some booze in your system and you are more than happy to make out with guys. And I know for a fact that Jon will sleep with a woman if he’s had enough.”
“One time Lea, minus the girl who took my virginity. I must have really been good though considering you never stop talking about it.” The right side of Jon’s lips curved upward into a cocky smile.
“You wish, Groff. I’ll have you know that no one has ever fucked me as thoroughly as this wonderful lady.” She reached for Dianna’s hand and pulled her in for a quick yet messy kiss, practically shoving her tongue down the blonde’s throat. When she pulled away, her eyes were slightly darker than they had been a moment before and she said in a voice that was half seductive half excited, “Let’s so body shots!”
“I’ll go first.” Dianna’s voice was so adamant there was no room for arguing. She hurried to the kitchen and fetched a saltshaker and some lime wedges; the tequila and shot glasses were already on the coffee table amid their margarita glasses. Back in the living room she quickly poured a shot and handed Lea a lime wedge. The brunette placed the tart fruit between her lips and leaned back against the couch. Dianna licked the length of Lea’s collarbone and then shook some salt over the wet trail. Her tongue promptly followed the path over the salt and she brought the shot glass to her lips, downing the golden liquid like a professional. She slammed the glass on the table, leaned forward and wrapped her lips around the lime that was resting between Lea’s plump lips and sucked the juice into her mouth. She bit down into the underside of the rind and pulled away from Lea, taking the lime with her. She removed the now dry fruit from her mouth and smiled smugly.
“My turn now,” Jon said, his eyes gleaming. He poured a shot for himself and picked up the saltshaker. He took Lea’s hand and turned it over as he brought it to his lips, licking and sprinkling salt on the tattooed skin.
“Her wrist? Really?” Dianna asked mockingly. “Way to be all tame about it.”
Jon raised his eyebrows as he responded, “Oh, just watch.” He slowly ran his tongue over the words “I Believe” and Lea visibly shivered. He picked up the shot glass and drank it contents, nonchalantly took a lime from the bowl on the coffee table and sucked the juice from it. Once finished, he tossed the green fruit on the table and grabbed Lea’s hand once again and slowly and sensually ran his tongue over her wrist. The brunette’s eyes fluttered closed and she shivered once again, releasing the most imperceptible of moans.
Dianna stared with wide eyes at the spectacle before her. “Did you not know how sensitive her wrists were? She sobbed the whole time she was getting that tattoo because it hurt so bad.” Jon said, his lips still perilously close to Lea’s skin. Dianna was fuming. Of course she knew Lea’s wrists were sensitive; she knew every inch of the diva’s body and how it reacted to her touch, it just slipped her mind with all the alcohol she had consumed. But underneath her anger she was inexplicably turned on. Seeing Jon’s pink tongue on her girlfriend’s skin had made her body tingle in the most pleasant of ways.
“I want to do one now,” Lea said, her voice an octave lower than normal. She locked eyes with Dianna and asked, “What do you say lady?”
“My body is all yours,” the blonde replied seductively.
“Lean back,” the brunette said and Dianna complied, her back curving over the arm on the couch. Lea pulled her girlfriend’s red tank top down just the slightest bit, exposing more of Dianna’s ample cleavage. She licked a line between the tops of Dianna’s breasts and applied the salt. “Pour me a shot and put the lime in your mouth, Jon,” she demanded. The man obeyed and handed Lea the shot glass; she licked and drank and then wrapped her mouth around the lime and sucked at it greedily. In one seamless movement, they pulled away from each other just enough for the fruit wedge to fall to the floor between them before slamming their lips together.
Dianna felt rooted to the spot as she watched Lea and Jon make out. Their kisses were sloppy and full of tongue; Dianna had a clear view of their tongues swirling around one another. Lea’s hands ran up Jon’s chest, over his shoulders and up his neck until they reached his curly hair. Jon’s hands moved up and down Lea’s arms until they all of a sudden slipped underneath the diva’s shirt and began traveling upward.
A deep guttural moan filled the room and it had come from Dianna. It was her secret fantasy to see Lea fool around with someone else and it was finally being fulfilled. But she was surprised to find that she wasn’t content to just be an observer; she wanted to be an active participant. She sidled up behind Lea and quickly pulled the brunette’s shirt up and off her body. Her fingertips danced up the singer’s spine and moved the silky brown locks to the side; she attached her lips to the extremely sensitive spot on Lea’s neck right behind her ear at the exact moment that Jon’s hands cupped the diva’s breasts.
“Oh God,” Lea moaned breathily when Dianna nibbled on her skin and Jon’s thumbs circled her nipples. She brought one of her hands behind her so she could wrap it around the back of Dianna’s neck and at the same time effectively push her chest further into Jon’s touch. “I want you to kiss her,” Lea stated confidently to her friend.
Jon and Dianna’s gazes met over Lea’s shoulder, their eyes shining with lust. With all the alcohol in their systems it no longer mattered that they were both gay, the prospect of a threesome and with Lea no less was exhilarating. Dianna moved so she was now side-by-side with her girlfriend and she leaned in until her lips were pressed against Jon’s. Lea wasn’t wrong when she had said Dianna liked to make out with guys when she was drunk but there was something about kissing Lea’s best friend right in front of her that got her blood pumping and her panties wet. Jon’s tongue darted out first and pushed against Dianna’s lips, begging for access. She opened her mouth to him and met his tongue halfway with her own.
“So fucking hot,” Lea mumbled. Her hands roamed underneath Jon’s striped polo shirt and felt the hard muscles of his back. She loved Dianna and her soft skin and curves but there was something about a man’s sturdy hardness (in every sense of the word) that she couldn’t resist. Lea’s lips hovered over Jon’s ear and she whispered, “I can’t wait to watch you fuck her. I want you to make her scream. We’ll make it worth your while.”
As if to prove her point Lea let her hand drift southward and grazed it along the crotch of the man’s jeans, feeling his long hard length. Jon moaned into Dianna’s mouth as Lea fumbled with his belt buckle. She undid the button on his jeans and pulled the zipper down. Dianna had pulled away from the kiss and was quickly tugging his shirt off. Before long the man was naked and had two gorgeous women staring at him like they wanted to devour him. But first they wanted to have a little fun with each other.
“You are wearing far too many clothes,” Lea said slurring the word clothes. She removed Dianna’s shirt and bra and quickly attached her mouth to one of the blonde’s strawberry pink nipples. She sucked the hard bud and swirled her tongue around it hearing Dianna moan softly while she undid the triple buttoned pants and pushed them down the tall woman’s hips. Dianna then rid Lea of her own pants so both women were left in only their panties; a simple black thong for Lea and a white and red polka dotted thong for Dianna. Lea crushed her lips against Dianna’s, throwing the blonde off guard but she promptly melded her lips with the brunette’s and kissed her furiously. Their lips moved so fast and so hard against one another Dianna was sure they would be bruised in the morning but she didn’t care one bit.
Lea abruptly pulled away from the lip lock and said in a sugary sweet voice, “I think Jon’s getting lonely.” Both women looked over to the couch where the man was sitting. He had his right hand wrapped around his dick and he was stroking himself slowly. His eyes were hooded and he said hoarsely, “I really must be drunk because that was actually pretty hot. I’m the worst gay man ever.”
“Oh Jon, everyone enjoys some lady lovin’ every once in awhile,” Lea remarked. “And even as a gay man I’m sure you’ll be able to appreciate what we are about to do to you.”
Lea and Dianna shared a knowing look; they spoke volumes to each other without uttering a single word. They kneeled down on the carpeted floor on either side of the man’s legs and Lea moved Jon’s hand out of the way and gripped his shaft. Dianna titled her head forward and confidently brought her tongue out to lick around the head of his cock like it was a lollipop. She swallowed his precum and wrapped her lips around the head, sucking on it lightly. She lowered her head and took him further into her mouth, about half of his entire length.
Dianna had only had a dick in her mouth one other time in her life and it had not been a pleasant experience. This was nothing like that first time. Jon had a hand resting on the back of her head but he wasn’t pulling at her hair or forcing her to take more of him, he was moaning and sighing and completely lost in the feel of her mouth around him and Lea’s hand jerking him off. Suddenly Lea’s hand was replaced with her tongue; she licked up and down the remaining inches of Jon’s rock hard shaft that was not shrouded in Dianna’s mouth. Every so often her tongue would also come in contact with Dianna’s lips and she licked those as well causing the blonde to moan around Jon’s cock.
“Fuck!” Jon groaned as the vibrations from Dianna’s moan caused him to tremble the slightest bit. He kept his hand resting gently on the back of her head, he figured she would be uncomfortable with anything else, but he knew Lea liked things rough so his other hand was fisted tightly in the brown hair and tugged roughly at it whenever he felt Dianna moan around him.
Lea and Dianna kept up a steady rhythm and just when he felt like he was about to explode, Lea said, “Switch places with me Di.” For the briefest of seconds, he had no contact from either one of them but then he felt two tongues sliding up either side of his shaft and he thought he had died and gone to heaven. Lea’s tongue traveled upward as Dianna’s went down and the tips of their tongues met in the middle and purposely flicked against one another. Eventually Lea, always being the one in control, took over and wrapped her lips around the head of Jon’s dick and nudged Dianna out of the way so she could take all eight inches of him into her mouth.
“Oh fuck, yes,” Jon groaned as Lea deep-throated his cock. Dianna raked her fingernails over his chest and nipples and placed hot openmouthed kisses on his neck. Jon felt the tightening in his balls and desperately tried to think of something, anything that would distract him and stop him from coming. He knew he had a quick recovery time but he wanted to prolong the inevitable for as long as possible. “Lea, stop,” he begged. He grabbed fistfuls of her hair on either side of her head and pulled her up. She released him with a loud pop and looked up at him with her big brown eyes. They were so round and innocent looking but the words out of her mouth were unquestionably naughty. “What is it Jon? Do you want some pussy? I bet you want Di’s. Look at her, she’s can’t wait to be fucked by your long hard cock.”
Jon stared deep into Dianna’s hazel eyes, making sure this was something she actually wanted and not just Lea acting all sexy. But Dianna’s pupils were fully dilated, her cheeks and neck were a bright pink color and she nodded confidently toward him. “Yes, please Jon, I want you to fuck me,” she begged. He moaned in approval and felt a twitch down below; his dick clearly enjoyed those words as well. “But I want to eat Lea out while you do it.”
It was Lea’s turn to moan in appreciation. “You just love eating some nice sweet pussy, don’t you?”
“Only yours,” Dianna replied possessively as she got down on all fours. Before Jon could even react, Lea positioned herself behind the blonde and ran her index finger up and down the dripping wet slit, letting the juices coat her finger. She waved her finger mischievously in front of Jon’s face; Dianna’s essence reflecting off of it from the overhead lights. “I would offer you a taste but we don’t want you acting too straight,” she said sweetly and then popped the digit into her mouth and sucked. She then grabbed a couple of throw pillows from the couch and set them on the floor so she could prop her head up and watch what Dianna was about to do to her. She got comfortable and spread her legs wide; the blonde whimpered Lea’s name at the sight of her hardened clit glistening with wetness.
Just when Dianna was about to bury her head between Lea’s thighs she felt a small tug on her hair holding her back. “Not yet,” Jon said his voice low and stern. “I want you to feel me slide inside of you before you taste her.” Dianna reluctantly held back as she felt the head of Jon’s dick at her entrance. With one solid thrust he was completely inside her wet heat, she was so warm and tight. Dianna groaned loudly in pure pleasure; Jon made her feel so stretched and full. After a few thrusts to allow both of them to get used to the sensation Jon gripped her hips and said, “Go ahead. Eat her pussy.” Never one to be told twice Dianna dove in, her tongue licking a long line from Lea’s entrance up to her clit and back down again and then pushed the large muscle inside of the singer.
“Oh Jesus…fuck, Di!” Lea wailed as the blonde pumped her tongue in and out of the tight hole. As good as it felt to have Dianna doing such amazing things to her body, she had the added bonus of watching Jon fuck her girlfriend. The man was holding tightly onto Dianna’s creamy white hips as he pounded into her with such force that the sound of his balls smacking against the blonde’s skin was practically reverberating through the room. Dianna moaned with almost every thrust of Jon’s dick and she abruptly pulled her tongue out of Lea’s body and moaned, “Oh yes, fuck me hard.” She then wrapped her lips around the brunette’s clit and sucked it roughly. She bullied the small bud out of its hood and flicked it with her tongue.
“Fuuuuccckkkkk!” Lea cried in a higher pitch than Dianna had ever heard from her. “I’m gonna come baby!” Dianna continued her assault on the bundle of nerves until she felt both of Lea’s hands tangle in her hair and the juices flowed out of the brunette’s body in a way they never had before. Dianna moved her tongue down to Lea’s entrance so the juices that were squirting out of her girlfriend could fall into her waiting mouth. She drank up every drop of Lea’s come while Jon slammed mercilessly into her body. Dianna may not have been very experienced when it came to men and sex but she was fairly certain that the grunts and groans in addition to the now erratic thrusts that Jon was nearing his climax as well. She moved her hand between her thighs while she continued to lap up Lea’s juices and began to rub her clit in fast circles with her index and middle fingers. The combination of her fingers on her most sensitive of parts, the taste of Lea on her tongue, and Jon’s dick hitting her deep and hard finally proved to be too much and she felt her orgasm pulse through her entire body. She whimpered Lea’s name as she came and she felt the brunette softly stroking her hair.
Jon felt the force of Dianna’s orgasm, her inner walls clenched around him so tight that he couldn’t have held back even if he wanted to. He felt his balls tighten and his come shoot out of his body deep into Dianna’s hot pussy. He leaned forward and rested his sweaty forehead between the blonde’s shoulder blades as he gasped for breath. Lea had calmed down enough to smile and inquire half-jokingly and half-serious, “Hey Groff, you have enough strength left to fuck me too?”
“Christ woman, give me a few minutes,” Jon replied with a small laugh. Lea shimmied her body down so she was face to face with Dianna and could fuse their lips together. The two women kissed softly while Jon slipped out of the blonde’s body; Dianna could feel the mixture of her come and Jon’s trickle down her leg and moaned quietly when Lea subtlety collected some of the mixture on her finger and pulled away from their kiss to lick it off the tip of her finger. Jon stroked himself while the women made out. He closed his eyes and focused on some of his favorite male fantasies and it wasn’t long before he was hard and ready to go again. “Okay Lea, how do you want to be fucked?”
“Get your ass up on the couch, I’m gonna ride you so good.” Lea’s tone was strong and determined and Jon quickly sat on the couch, slouching slightly with his cock standing at attention. Lea placed her knees on either side of Jon’s thighs and positioned Jon’s cock at her entrance and slowly lowered herself onto the firm length. When he was fully inside of her, Lea sighed contentedly and muttered under her breath, “God, I’ve missed this.”
Lea’s words did not go unnoticed by Dianna and she felt a wave of hurt and jealousy flow through her brain. She knew deep down that Jon was not a threat to her relationship with the tiny brunette but the fact that Lea said that she missed having sex with the man, that wasn’t normal, was it? She was obviously drunk but was that an excuse? Regardless, Dianna was overcome with the urge to mark the diva as hers and hers alone. As Lea rotated her hips, making sure that Jon’s length hit her in all the right spots, Dianna leaned over and squeezed the brunette’s breasts. She pinched the nipples roughly at the same moment her teeth bit down on the sensitive flesh of her neck. Lea let out a little squeak of surprise quickly followed by a moan when the blonde soothed the now red skin with her tongue.
While Lea bounced up and down on Jon’s hard dick, Dianna’s hands and mouth never left the diva’s body. She knew Lea liked it rough but she still pushed the boundaries between pleasure and pain. She ran her fingers up and down the singer’s back as her barely their nails left red marks on the flawless skin. She sucked on her neck leaving dark hickeys in her wake that would result in Lea either having to wear scarves or heavy makeup for days afterward. She crushed her lips against the diva’s and kissed her painfully hard while she reached around the front of her body and pinched her girlfriend’s stiff clit.
“Oh fuck! Yes! Oh my God!” Lea screamed in ecstasy as her body began to convulse. Her pussy contracted so tightly around Jon’s dick that he immediately felt the beginnings of his own orgasm. His come shot out of his body and deep inside of Lea’s pussy. She moaned loudly as she felt the hot seed coat her insides as she slumped forward and rested her forehead on Jon’s chest.
Dianna softly kissed the brunette’s temple. Lea mumbled sleepily, “Love you Di,” followed by the simple question of, “Sleep?”
“Yeah, go to sleep baby. Sweet dreams, I’ll see you in the morning.”
Jon slowly lifted the diva off of his softening penis and looked at Dianna questioningly. “Don’t bother carrying her upstairs, she’s already passed out. The pullout couch is big enough for all three of us. I would ask if that’s weird but considering what just happened I guess it’s not, right? Besides it’s only for one night.”
“Sure. Of course.” Jon agreed.
***
The following morning Dianna awoke with a pounding headache. She didn’t immediately remember much from the night before except for margaritas and…a tequila shot off of Lea’s body? And she was on a mattress but it definitely wasn’t her fluffy mattress. Where the hell was she? She ever so slowly cracked open one eyelid and she was greeted by Lea’s bare back. Okay, that was normal but the arm that was certainly not hers that was draped across her girlfriend’s waist was not normal. Dianna’s eyes snapped open and the memories from the previous night came flooding back to her as she saw her girlfriend curled peacefully against Jon’s chest. In addition to the man’s arm around Lea’s waist, his other hand was cradling the back of her head protectively.
Dianna had to push down the bile that rose in her throat. What had they done? She couldn’t stand to see Lea and Jon like that; even in sleep they looked happy together. The rational part of her brain kept repeating that Jon was gay but then she remembered everything he had done with them last night and she was terrified. What would happen when they woke up? How could she face them? She loved Lea but she did not want to see what her reaction would be to their little tryst. She was overcome with the need to run, she needed to get away. Somewhere where she could think.
She quietly slithered out of the bed and picked up her clothes from the night before and threw them on. She didn’t even bother climbing the stairs and putting on fresh clothes, she suddenly felt like a stranger in her own home. She grabbed a pair of flip-flops from the front closet and slipped them on her bare feet. She grabbed a piece of paper and a pen from a drawer in the kitchen and hastily scribbled a note as she felt the first threat of tears sting her eyes:
Lea,
I’m so sorry for doing this but I had to leave. I know we were all drunk but last night was big mistake. When I heard you tell Jon how much you missed having him inside of you, I thought that was bad enough. But then waking up and seeing you wrapped in his arms like that, I couldn’t stand it. I need some time to think about everything so please don’t try and call me. Just know this, I love you so very much. I just…can’t look you in the eye right now. I don’t even know what I am feeling right now. I love you baby,
-D
And then in a move that she knew she would instantly regret she slipped the tiny ring off her finger and left it on top of the note. She felt the initial tears sliding down her cheeks as she opened the front door and, purposefully leaving her key behind, stepped out into the California morning sun and contemplated where to go next.
Author: lovablelexie
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Lea/Dianna/Jon
Summary: Jon comes to stay for a visit with Lea and Dianna. They stay in one night and get drunk together. Sexy shenanigans ensue.
Disclaimer: This is a total piece of fiction, I own nothing and no one involved
Word Count: 6,122
A/N: I hope this lives up to its expectations! I had a lot of fun writing it and hope you enjoy reading it! Comments always appreciated!
Pain seared through Dianna’s thumb when she jumped and slammed the one thousand-page book she was reading on the unsuspecting body part. She was upstairs in the spare bedroom that she had turned into a library when she had heard Lea shriek in what she only hoped was excitement. She rushed down the stairs of the townhouse she and Lea had purchased together six months previously and found her girlfriend practically dancing around the living room.
“What the hell, Lea? That scream of yours almost made me break my thumb so this better be a big deal.” The words themselves sounded snotty but with the way she said them, all high-pitched and sweet, she knew Lea wouldn’t take them to heart.
“Jon’s coming to visit! He just texted me to say that he’ll be in L.A. in two weeks!” Lea was bouncing up and down on the balls of her feet, as if she were a kid on Christmas morning. “I told him he could stay here for a few nights!” As soon as she said that, her excited and jittery movements stopped and she looked at Dianna seriously. “Oh Di, I should have asked you first. Is that okay? We’ve never had guests stay the night here but it’s Jon and I just got so excited and…”
“Baby, it’s fine. You hardly ever get to see Jon anymore and you know I love him. Of course he can stay here. As long as he doesn’t mind sleeping on a pull-out couch.”
“Oh yeah, because you had to have a library instead of a guest bedroom,” Lea said jokingly.
“Hey, you agreed I could have one!” Dianna replied in her defense, a big smile on her face.
***
Dianna loved Lea and Jon’s friendship. They were so close even when they were physically separated by thousands of miles. They talked on the phone every single day even if it was just a quick, “Hi, hope you are having a good day. Love you.” There had been a point early on in her relationship with Lea that she had been jealous of the brunette’s bond with the man, especially when Lea had lightheartedly referred to Jon as her “almost hubby.” Dianna knew deep down that if Jon were straight, he and Lea would probably already be married; the brunette obviously loved him and was attracted to him. Not that Dianna didn’t trust Lea, she did. She knew Lea was attracted to both men and women and sometimes that made her uneasy but Lea wanted to be with her and had fallen in love with her and in the long run that’s all Dianna needed to set her mind at ease.
On the day Jon was scheduled to arrive in Los Angeles, Dianna insisted that she and Lea drive to the airport together to pick him up. Lea had wanted to go alone but the blonde had said she didn’t trust the tiny singer to not crash her car somewhere along the interstate in all of her excitement; Lea, after all, did not have the best track record when it came to car accidents. The decision ended up being a good one, Lea fidgeted in her seat throughout the entire ride. When she saw Jon exit the sliding doors of the airport into the warm California sunshine she squealed and flung the car door open, nearly tackling the man to the ground as she jumped into his arms. On the drive back to the townhouse, Lea talked their ears off, updating Jon on every little trivial detail of her life that she had not mentioned to him during previous conversations. She was technically sitting in the back seat but she leaned forward so her head was constantly between the driver and passenger seats. Dianna and Jon shared a smile over the top of the diva’s head as she chattered away, they both loved when Lea was so happy and animated.
Jon was scheduled to stay with them for three nights and for the first night Lea wanted to go out on the town and dance the night away. Dianna decided to stay at home; she knew the paparazzi would have a field day if they saw her and Lea at a club together with only a known gay man for company. She hated that she still had to hide the most important relationship in her life from the public eye but it was her choice. Lea had wanted to come out from the beginning but it was always Dianna holding them back. She was terrified of the backlash it would create and her career had not yet taken off the way she wanted it to so she continued to wait. She did, however, buy matching diamond rings for her and Lea to show the singer that she was not going anywhere and that they were forever.
The blonde was almost asleep when Lea and Jon came home at nearly three in the morning. She heard them laughing and talking loudly in the living room; she also heard glasses clinking and could only hope they were drinking water. After about twenty minutes she heard Lea’s heavy footfalls on the stairs and the brunette’s soft laugh every time she stumbled and bumped against the wall. She opened the bedroom door quietly but then dropped her heels on the hardwood floor with a loud thump.
“Oops,” she giggled.
“It’s okay. I’m awake,” Dianna said.
“Oh good. I misshed you tonight,” Lea slurred as she lifted her dress over her head and left it on the floor and got underneath the covers in just her bra and panties. She curled the front of her body against Dianna’s back and nuzzled her nose against the blonde’s neck. “I love you.”
Dianna could smell the vodka on Lea’s breath but she was more concerned with the diva’s soft lips on her shoulder and her small hand caressing the exposed skin between the bottom of her tank top and the top of her shorts. “Lea,” she breathed when the smaller girl dipped her hand underneath her shorts and began stroking the soft shaved skin of her mound.
“I think you missed me too,” Lea mumbled when her fingers ran along Dianna’s slit. “You’re so wet.” She gathered some of the moisture on her fingers before inserting two of them into the blonde’s wet heat. Dianna and Lea moaned in unison as Dianna’s inner walls stretched to accommodate the more than welcome addition. Dianna let out breathy whimpers amid moans of Lea’s name. The brunette pushed her fingers as far as they would go inside of her lover and found the spot that always made Dianna come undone within seconds.
“Fuck,” the blonde gasped as Lea’s fingers pounded relentlessly at her g-spot. Dianna’s own hand ventured into her shorts and she began to rub at her clit with her middle finger. She rubbed herself expertly in fast tight circles and within minutes she felt her orgasm wash over her body. Lea felt the woman’s inner walls clench around her fingers and heard a high pitched mewling sound escape from Dianna’s throat at the peak of her release. The singer let her fingers fall limply out of Dianna’s body and she moved the long blonde hair to the side so she could kiss the back of her girlfriend’s neck.
Dianna sighed contentedly and curled herself against Lea’s body. She gave her body a moment to stop tingling and for her breathing to return to normal before she planned on returning the favor. She turned her body so she was facing her girlfriend and noticed that she was fast asleep. She was breathing deeply and evenly and was still as a log, all the signs of a drunken slumber. Dianna kissed the diva on the cheek and hoped that she would not be too hung over in the morning.
***
Lea awoke the next morning to sunlight streaming through the bedroom windows, which was not helping the headache she felt, and the smell of freshly cooked waffles. She dragged her body, which felt like it weighed twice as much as usual, out of bed and flung on a pair of sweatpants and a large t-shirt over her underwear and made her way downstairs. She found Jon and Dianna at the kitchen table, waffles piled high on a plate in the center of the table and two bowls filled with strawberries and whipped cream on either side. When she entered the kitchen, Jon and Dianna both turned to look at her. Dianna had a sly smile on her face and Jon said cheerily, “Good morning sleepy head.”
She groaned and mumbled, “Coffee,” as she padded over to the freshly brewed pot. “How are you so chipper this morning?” she asked Jon after she took her first much needed sip of caffeine.
“I just know how to hold my liquor. You always were a lightweight Lee.”
Normally she would joke with him but she was too exhausted at the moment. She sat down at the table and picked at one quarter of a waffle all the while guzzling her coffee. She let Dianna and Jon do most of the talking and tuned into their words every so often.
“…best homemade margaritas. What do you say Lea?”
“Huh?” she asked, looking up at Dianna as she had only caught the tail end of what the blonde had said.
“I was saying if you guys didn’t want to go out tonight we could stay in and I’d make my famous fajitas and margaritas. It could be our own little fiesta.”
As much as Lea didn’t want to think about alcohol she had to admit that a night in with her two favorite people sounded like a great idea. And Dianna did make excellent vegan fajitas. She didn’t have to drink a lot either, maybe just one margarita.
***
“I was not! You were the one who screamed like a little girl!”
Lea’s plan to only have one drink did not go over very well. She was on her third margarita with a shot of tequila thrown in between for good measure. “You were such a bigger drama queen than I was!” She gestured wildly, causing some of her drink to slosh out of the side of the glass.
For the past ten minutes Jon and Lea had been telling stories about their Spring Awakening days. Dianna had heard most of them before but under the influence of alcohol they were still entertaining. The best friends were quite the pranksters but the blonde was absolutely shocked when a story she hadn’t heard came out.
“Remember that time when you didn’t wear underwear during one of our performances to see if I would trip over my lines?”
“Lea! You did not!” Dianna exclaimed.
“Oh yes she did,” Jon replied, a wicked grin spreading across his face. “She spread her legs during the hayloft scene and I didn’t bat an eyelash. But I did teach her a lesson.”
“What did you do?” Dianna asked, leaning forward and resting her elbows on her knees.
“I swiped a finger against her clit when I was supposed to be simulating fingering her.”
Dianna gasped. Lea and Jon always seemed like such professionals, she found it hard to believe that they would do something like that on stage in front of an audience. She looked at Lea whose cheeks were bright pink in a combination of embarrassment and intoxication. “What did you do Lee?”
“What I was supposed to do. Act it out. At least it was a sex scene so my moan and gasp of surprise didn’t ruin anything.” Lea’s eyes swept over Dianna’s body. Her girlfriend’s hand was resting on her best friend’s knee, casually and platonically but it was physical contact nonetheless. She could have ignored it but what was the fun in that? “You know, that’s something you two have in common. When you guys get drunk you act like you’re straight.”
“What are you talking about?” Dianna asked incredulously yet she quickly removed her hand from Jon’s knee.
“Oh come on Di, put some booze in your system and you are more than happy to make out with guys. And I know for a fact that Jon will sleep with a woman if he’s had enough.”
“One time Lea, minus the girl who took my virginity. I must have really been good though considering you never stop talking about it.” The right side of Jon’s lips curved upward into a cocky smile.
“You wish, Groff. I’ll have you know that no one has ever fucked me as thoroughly as this wonderful lady.” She reached for Dianna’s hand and pulled her in for a quick yet messy kiss, practically shoving her tongue down the blonde’s throat. When she pulled away, her eyes were slightly darker than they had been a moment before and she said in a voice that was half seductive half excited, “Let’s so body shots!”
“I’ll go first.” Dianna’s voice was so adamant there was no room for arguing. She hurried to the kitchen and fetched a saltshaker and some lime wedges; the tequila and shot glasses were already on the coffee table amid their margarita glasses. Back in the living room she quickly poured a shot and handed Lea a lime wedge. The brunette placed the tart fruit between her lips and leaned back against the couch. Dianna licked the length of Lea’s collarbone and then shook some salt over the wet trail. Her tongue promptly followed the path over the salt and she brought the shot glass to her lips, downing the golden liquid like a professional. She slammed the glass on the table, leaned forward and wrapped her lips around the lime that was resting between Lea’s plump lips and sucked the juice into her mouth. She bit down into the underside of the rind and pulled away from Lea, taking the lime with her. She removed the now dry fruit from her mouth and smiled smugly.
“My turn now,” Jon said, his eyes gleaming. He poured a shot for himself and picked up the saltshaker. He took Lea’s hand and turned it over as he brought it to his lips, licking and sprinkling salt on the tattooed skin.
“Her wrist? Really?” Dianna asked mockingly. “Way to be all tame about it.”
Jon raised his eyebrows as he responded, “Oh, just watch.” He slowly ran his tongue over the words “I Believe” and Lea visibly shivered. He picked up the shot glass and drank it contents, nonchalantly took a lime from the bowl on the coffee table and sucked the juice from it. Once finished, he tossed the green fruit on the table and grabbed Lea’s hand once again and slowly and sensually ran his tongue over her wrist. The brunette’s eyes fluttered closed and she shivered once again, releasing the most imperceptible of moans.
Dianna stared with wide eyes at the spectacle before her. “Did you not know how sensitive her wrists were? She sobbed the whole time she was getting that tattoo because it hurt so bad.” Jon said, his lips still perilously close to Lea’s skin. Dianna was fuming. Of course she knew Lea’s wrists were sensitive; she knew every inch of the diva’s body and how it reacted to her touch, it just slipped her mind with all the alcohol she had consumed. But underneath her anger she was inexplicably turned on. Seeing Jon’s pink tongue on her girlfriend’s skin had made her body tingle in the most pleasant of ways.
“I want to do one now,” Lea said, her voice an octave lower than normal. She locked eyes with Dianna and asked, “What do you say lady?”
“My body is all yours,” the blonde replied seductively.
“Lean back,” the brunette said and Dianna complied, her back curving over the arm on the couch. Lea pulled her girlfriend’s red tank top down just the slightest bit, exposing more of Dianna’s ample cleavage. She licked a line between the tops of Dianna’s breasts and applied the salt. “Pour me a shot and put the lime in your mouth, Jon,” she demanded. The man obeyed and handed Lea the shot glass; she licked and drank and then wrapped her mouth around the lime and sucked at it greedily. In one seamless movement, they pulled away from each other just enough for the fruit wedge to fall to the floor between them before slamming their lips together.
Dianna felt rooted to the spot as she watched Lea and Jon make out. Their kisses were sloppy and full of tongue; Dianna had a clear view of their tongues swirling around one another. Lea’s hands ran up Jon’s chest, over his shoulders and up his neck until they reached his curly hair. Jon’s hands moved up and down Lea’s arms until they all of a sudden slipped underneath the diva’s shirt and began traveling upward.
A deep guttural moan filled the room and it had come from Dianna. It was her secret fantasy to see Lea fool around with someone else and it was finally being fulfilled. But she was surprised to find that she wasn’t content to just be an observer; she wanted to be an active participant. She sidled up behind Lea and quickly pulled the brunette’s shirt up and off her body. Her fingertips danced up the singer’s spine and moved the silky brown locks to the side; she attached her lips to the extremely sensitive spot on Lea’s neck right behind her ear at the exact moment that Jon’s hands cupped the diva’s breasts.
“Oh God,” Lea moaned breathily when Dianna nibbled on her skin and Jon’s thumbs circled her nipples. She brought one of her hands behind her so she could wrap it around the back of Dianna’s neck and at the same time effectively push her chest further into Jon’s touch. “I want you to kiss her,” Lea stated confidently to her friend.
Jon and Dianna’s gazes met over Lea’s shoulder, their eyes shining with lust. With all the alcohol in their systems it no longer mattered that they were both gay, the prospect of a threesome and with Lea no less was exhilarating. Dianna moved so she was now side-by-side with her girlfriend and she leaned in until her lips were pressed against Jon’s. Lea wasn’t wrong when she had said Dianna liked to make out with guys when she was drunk but there was something about kissing Lea’s best friend right in front of her that got her blood pumping and her panties wet. Jon’s tongue darted out first and pushed against Dianna’s lips, begging for access. She opened her mouth to him and met his tongue halfway with her own.
“So fucking hot,” Lea mumbled. Her hands roamed underneath Jon’s striped polo shirt and felt the hard muscles of his back. She loved Dianna and her soft skin and curves but there was something about a man’s sturdy hardness (in every sense of the word) that she couldn’t resist. Lea’s lips hovered over Jon’s ear and she whispered, “I can’t wait to watch you fuck her. I want you to make her scream. We’ll make it worth your while.”
As if to prove her point Lea let her hand drift southward and grazed it along the crotch of the man’s jeans, feeling his long hard length. Jon moaned into Dianna’s mouth as Lea fumbled with his belt buckle. She undid the button on his jeans and pulled the zipper down. Dianna had pulled away from the kiss and was quickly tugging his shirt off. Before long the man was naked and had two gorgeous women staring at him like they wanted to devour him. But first they wanted to have a little fun with each other.
“You are wearing far too many clothes,” Lea said slurring the word clothes. She removed Dianna’s shirt and bra and quickly attached her mouth to one of the blonde’s strawberry pink nipples. She sucked the hard bud and swirled her tongue around it hearing Dianna moan softly while she undid the triple buttoned pants and pushed them down the tall woman’s hips. Dianna then rid Lea of her own pants so both women were left in only their panties; a simple black thong for Lea and a white and red polka dotted thong for Dianna. Lea crushed her lips against Dianna’s, throwing the blonde off guard but she promptly melded her lips with the brunette’s and kissed her furiously. Their lips moved so fast and so hard against one another Dianna was sure they would be bruised in the morning but she didn’t care one bit.
Lea abruptly pulled away from the lip lock and said in a sugary sweet voice, “I think Jon’s getting lonely.” Both women looked over to the couch where the man was sitting. He had his right hand wrapped around his dick and he was stroking himself slowly. His eyes were hooded and he said hoarsely, “I really must be drunk because that was actually pretty hot. I’m the worst gay man ever.”
“Oh Jon, everyone enjoys some lady lovin’ every once in awhile,” Lea remarked. “And even as a gay man I’m sure you’ll be able to appreciate what we are about to do to you.”
Lea and Dianna shared a knowing look; they spoke volumes to each other without uttering a single word. They kneeled down on the carpeted floor on either side of the man’s legs and Lea moved Jon’s hand out of the way and gripped his shaft. Dianna titled her head forward and confidently brought her tongue out to lick around the head of his cock like it was a lollipop. She swallowed his precum and wrapped her lips around the head, sucking on it lightly. She lowered her head and took him further into her mouth, about half of his entire length.
Dianna had only had a dick in her mouth one other time in her life and it had not been a pleasant experience. This was nothing like that first time. Jon had a hand resting on the back of her head but he wasn’t pulling at her hair or forcing her to take more of him, he was moaning and sighing and completely lost in the feel of her mouth around him and Lea’s hand jerking him off. Suddenly Lea’s hand was replaced with her tongue; she licked up and down the remaining inches of Jon’s rock hard shaft that was not shrouded in Dianna’s mouth. Every so often her tongue would also come in contact with Dianna’s lips and she licked those as well causing the blonde to moan around Jon’s cock.
“Fuck!” Jon groaned as the vibrations from Dianna’s moan caused him to tremble the slightest bit. He kept his hand resting gently on the back of her head, he figured she would be uncomfortable with anything else, but he knew Lea liked things rough so his other hand was fisted tightly in the brown hair and tugged roughly at it whenever he felt Dianna moan around him.
Lea and Dianna kept up a steady rhythm and just when he felt like he was about to explode, Lea said, “Switch places with me Di.” For the briefest of seconds, he had no contact from either one of them but then he felt two tongues sliding up either side of his shaft and he thought he had died and gone to heaven. Lea’s tongue traveled upward as Dianna’s went down and the tips of their tongues met in the middle and purposely flicked against one another. Eventually Lea, always being the one in control, took over and wrapped her lips around the head of Jon’s dick and nudged Dianna out of the way so she could take all eight inches of him into her mouth.
“Oh fuck, yes,” Jon groaned as Lea deep-throated his cock. Dianna raked her fingernails over his chest and nipples and placed hot openmouthed kisses on his neck. Jon felt the tightening in his balls and desperately tried to think of something, anything that would distract him and stop him from coming. He knew he had a quick recovery time but he wanted to prolong the inevitable for as long as possible. “Lea, stop,” he begged. He grabbed fistfuls of her hair on either side of her head and pulled her up. She released him with a loud pop and looked up at him with her big brown eyes. They were so round and innocent looking but the words out of her mouth were unquestionably naughty. “What is it Jon? Do you want some pussy? I bet you want Di’s. Look at her, she’s can’t wait to be fucked by your long hard cock.”
Jon stared deep into Dianna’s hazel eyes, making sure this was something she actually wanted and not just Lea acting all sexy. But Dianna’s pupils were fully dilated, her cheeks and neck were a bright pink color and she nodded confidently toward him. “Yes, please Jon, I want you to fuck me,” she begged. He moaned in approval and felt a twitch down below; his dick clearly enjoyed those words as well. “But I want to eat Lea out while you do it.”
It was Lea’s turn to moan in appreciation. “You just love eating some nice sweet pussy, don’t you?”
“Only yours,” Dianna replied possessively as she got down on all fours. Before Jon could even react, Lea positioned herself behind the blonde and ran her index finger up and down the dripping wet slit, letting the juices coat her finger. She waved her finger mischievously in front of Jon’s face; Dianna’s essence reflecting off of it from the overhead lights. “I would offer you a taste but we don’t want you acting too straight,” she said sweetly and then popped the digit into her mouth and sucked. She then grabbed a couple of throw pillows from the couch and set them on the floor so she could prop her head up and watch what Dianna was about to do to her. She got comfortable and spread her legs wide; the blonde whimpered Lea’s name at the sight of her hardened clit glistening with wetness.
Just when Dianna was about to bury her head between Lea’s thighs she felt a small tug on her hair holding her back. “Not yet,” Jon said his voice low and stern. “I want you to feel me slide inside of you before you taste her.” Dianna reluctantly held back as she felt the head of Jon’s dick at her entrance. With one solid thrust he was completely inside her wet heat, she was so warm and tight. Dianna groaned loudly in pure pleasure; Jon made her feel so stretched and full. After a few thrusts to allow both of them to get used to the sensation Jon gripped her hips and said, “Go ahead. Eat her pussy.” Never one to be told twice Dianna dove in, her tongue licking a long line from Lea’s entrance up to her clit and back down again and then pushed the large muscle inside of the singer.
“Oh Jesus…fuck, Di!” Lea wailed as the blonde pumped her tongue in and out of the tight hole. As good as it felt to have Dianna doing such amazing things to her body, she had the added bonus of watching Jon fuck her girlfriend. The man was holding tightly onto Dianna’s creamy white hips as he pounded into her with such force that the sound of his balls smacking against the blonde’s skin was practically reverberating through the room. Dianna moaned with almost every thrust of Jon’s dick and she abruptly pulled her tongue out of Lea’s body and moaned, “Oh yes, fuck me hard.” She then wrapped her lips around the brunette’s clit and sucked it roughly. She bullied the small bud out of its hood and flicked it with her tongue.
“Fuuuuccckkkkk!” Lea cried in a higher pitch than Dianna had ever heard from her. “I’m gonna come baby!” Dianna continued her assault on the bundle of nerves until she felt both of Lea’s hands tangle in her hair and the juices flowed out of the brunette’s body in a way they never had before. Dianna moved her tongue down to Lea’s entrance so the juices that were squirting out of her girlfriend could fall into her waiting mouth. She drank up every drop of Lea’s come while Jon slammed mercilessly into her body. Dianna may not have been very experienced when it came to men and sex but she was fairly certain that the grunts and groans in addition to the now erratic thrusts that Jon was nearing his climax as well. She moved her hand between her thighs while she continued to lap up Lea’s juices and began to rub her clit in fast circles with her index and middle fingers. The combination of her fingers on her most sensitive of parts, the taste of Lea on her tongue, and Jon’s dick hitting her deep and hard finally proved to be too much and she felt her orgasm pulse through her entire body. She whimpered Lea’s name as she came and she felt the brunette softly stroking her hair.
Jon felt the force of Dianna’s orgasm, her inner walls clenched around him so tight that he couldn’t have held back even if he wanted to. He felt his balls tighten and his come shoot out of his body deep into Dianna’s hot pussy. He leaned forward and rested his sweaty forehead between the blonde’s shoulder blades as he gasped for breath. Lea had calmed down enough to smile and inquire half-jokingly and half-serious, “Hey Groff, you have enough strength left to fuck me too?”
“Christ woman, give me a few minutes,” Jon replied with a small laugh. Lea shimmied her body down so she was face to face with Dianna and could fuse their lips together. The two women kissed softly while Jon slipped out of the blonde’s body; Dianna could feel the mixture of her come and Jon’s trickle down her leg and moaned quietly when Lea subtlety collected some of the mixture on her finger and pulled away from their kiss to lick it off the tip of her finger. Jon stroked himself while the women made out. He closed his eyes and focused on some of his favorite male fantasies and it wasn’t long before he was hard and ready to go again. “Okay Lea, how do you want to be fucked?”
“Get your ass up on the couch, I’m gonna ride you so good.” Lea’s tone was strong and determined and Jon quickly sat on the couch, slouching slightly with his cock standing at attention. Lea placed her knees on either side of Jon’s thighs and positioned Jon’s cock at her entrance and slowly lowered herself onto the firm length. When he was fully inside of her, Lea sighed contentedly and muttered under her breath, “God, I’ve missed this.”
Lea’s words did not go unnoticed by Dianna and she felt a wave of hurt and jealousy flow through her brain. She knew deep down that Jon was not a threat to her relationship with the tiny brunette but the fact that Lea said that she missed having sex with the man, that wasn’t normal, was it? She was obviously drunk but was that an excuse? Regardless, Dianna was overcome with the urge to mark the diva as hers and hers alone. As Lea rotated her hips, making sure that Jon’s length hit her in all the right spots, Dianna leaned over and squeezed the brunette’s breasts. She pinched the nipples roughly at the same moment her teeth bit down on the sensitive flesh of her neck. Lea let out a little squeak of surprise quickly followed by a moan when the blonde soothed the now red skin with her tongue.
While Lea bounced up and down on Jon’s hard dick, Dianna’s hands and mouth never left the diva’s body. She knew Lea liked it rough but she still pushed the boundaries between pleasure and pain. She ran her fingers up and down the singer’s back as her barely their nails left red marks on the flawless skin. She sucked on her neck leaving dark hickeys in her wake that would result in Lea either having to wear scarves or heavy makeup for days afterward. She crushed her lips against the diva’s and kissed her painfully hard while she reached around the front of her body and pinched her girlfriend’s stiff clit.
“Oh fuck! Yes! Oh my God!” Lea screamed in ecstasy as her body began to convulse. Her pussy contracted so tightly around Jon’s dick that he immediately felt the beginnings of his own orgasm. His come shot out of his body and deep inside of Lea’s pussy. She moaned loudly as she felt the hot seed coat her insides as she slumped forward and rested her forehead on Jon’s chest.
Dianna softly kissed the brunette’s temple. Lea mumbled sleepily, “Love you Di,” followed by the simple question of, “Sleep?”
“Yeah, go to sleep baby. Sweet dreams, I’ll see you in the morning.”
Jon slowly lifted the diva off of his softening penis and looked at Dianna questioningly. “Don’t bother carrying her upstairs, she’s already passed out. The pullout couch is big enough for all three of us. I would ask if that’s weird but considering what just happened I guess it’s not, right? Besides it’s only for one night.”
“Sure. Of course.” Jon agreed.
***
The following morning Dianna awoke with a pounding headache. She didn’t immediately remember much from the night before except for margaritas and…a tequila shot off of Lea’s body? And she was on a mattress but it definitely wasn’t her fluffy mattress. Where the hell was she? She ever so slowly cracked open one eyelid and she was greeted by Lea’s bare back. Okay, that was normal but the arm that was certainly not hers that was draped across her girlfriend’s waist was not normal. Dianna’s eyes snapped open and the memories from the previous night came flooding back to her as she saw her girlfriend curled peacefully against Jon’s chest. In addition to the man’s arm around Lea’s waist, his other hand was cradling the back of her head protectively.
Dianna had to push down the bile that rose in her throat. What had they done? She couldn’t stand to see Lea and Jon like that; even in sleep they looked happy together. The rational part of her brain kept repeating that Jon was gay but then she remembered everything he had done with them last night and she was terrified. What would happen when they woke up? How could she face them? She loved Lea but she did not want to see what her reaction would be to their little tryst. She was overcome with the need to run, she needed to get away. Somewhere where she could think.
She quietly slithered out of the bed and picked up her clothes from the night before and threw them on. She didn’t even bother climbing the stairs and putting on fresh clothes, she suddenly felt like a stranger in her own home. She grabbed a pair of flip-flops from the front closet and slipped them on her bare feet. She grabbed a piece of paper and a pen from a drawer in the kitchen and hastily scribbled a note as she felt the first threat of tears sting her eyes:
Lea,
I’m so sorry for doing this but I had to leave. I know we were all drunk but last night was big mistake. When I heard you tell Jon how much you missed having him inside of you, I thought that was bad enough. But then waking up and seeing you wrapped in his arms like that, I couldn’t stand it. I need some time to think about everything so please don’t try and call me. Just know this, I love you so very much. I just…can’t look you in the eye right now. I don’t even know what I am feeling right now. I love you baby,
-D
And then in a move that she knew she would instantly regret she slipped the tiny ring off her finger and left it on top of the note. She felt the initial tears sliding down her cheeks as she opened the front door and, purposefully leaving her key behind, stepped out into the California morning sun and contemplated where to go next.