Why the French Don't Threesome (Lichty/Christina, Feldt)
Index/Timeline
When Lichty gets back to France, back to Christina's house, it's only the two of them. There's still a month left before the other exchange students will arrive; there's still a glorious thirty days of having as much sex with Christina as he possibly can.
And because it's summer and hot as fuck, she walks around naked when they're not fucking, which of course only makes it easier. Why, all Lichty has to do is reach out when she passes by the sofa and pull her down into his lap and kiss her soundly.
She giggles, because she's Christina and because Lichty loves the way it sounds and the way it feels when her chest is pressed against his. "What would you do if someone came in, hm?" Her fingers went down, between them, toying with Lichty's hard cock through the thin fabric of his work-out shorts. From back when he worked out.
Lichty blushes, but honestly doesn't care. Or wouldn't care, anyway. And says so, murmuring it in English against her lips, then kissing her.
When the kiss breaks, she says, also in English, "Good."
And someone knocks on the door.
Lichty squeaks, or some noise close to it. Chris laughs, tries to kiss him, and he can do nothing but try not to be kissed while whomever knocks again.
"Chris!" he hisses, and she just laughs. "This isn't funny!"
"It is pretty hot though," she says in French, and Lichty feels his shorts being messed with and then-- then his cock in the cool air and she sinks down on him and rumbles, "Don't you agree?"
He bites his lip. Hard. Groans in his throat, despite it, or because of it, or because of Christina and her hips moving up and down immediately, and that person knocking incessantly and-- Lichty's hands grip the couch that once upon a time might have been plushy but is now mostly just flat.
Christina rides him, still laughing, and leans over toward the door and calls out, "Its unlocked!" Angrily, Lichty thrusts up into her, and is gratified when the, "Let yourself in" she adds sounds rather more unsteady than she probably means it to.
Serves you right, he thinks, and she rides him harder. Puts her hands on his shoulders, as his settle on her waist, and fucks herself on him, slick and Lichty realizes something, suddenly. Christina planned this. She doesn't normally get wet so quick, so-- she must have planned this, and been walking around thinking about it and--
"Ummmm. Christina?" Feldt's voice is soft, but loud enough to rip Lichty straight out of his thoughts.
"Mmmmm?" Chris hums, and Lichty's fingers dig in possessively.
"Should I return at a more optimal time?" Pure Feldt, finding all those big words even in French.
"No," Christina breaths, then moans, quaking atop Lichty in a way that makes his cock throb. "Stay. Come over here."
"Chris," Lichty says sharply. "I don't-"
Christina stops. Just stops and grinds her hips down and nothing else. Looks down at him and dares him to say no, or that it would ruin things, or whatever she thinks he's going to say. Honestly he just wants to say that he isn't attracted to Feldt. That's all. But the glare prevents even that.
Only when Lichty swallows hard and breaks eye contact does Chris start moving again, rolling her hips shallowly for now.
"That's what I thought," she chirps, and looks over at Feldt. Lichty devoutly looks at Christina's chest, moving one hand up to cup it over a breast and squeeze slowly. The noise Chris makes in her throat is delicious, enough to distract Lichty so that he does look automatically when he hears the sound of someone kissing.
But there are only two other people. His girlfriend and Feldt. And Feldt's pink little tongue. And one of Christina's hands on the back of Feldt's neck. Lichty opens his mouth to protest, but Christina chooses that moment to speed up.
Distantly, Lichty realizes that his girlfriend is a pretty damn good manipulator. He'd like setting her against Halle at a game of Risk, except-- oh fuck, the way she rocks, Lichty shudders, not entirely sure if it was happily, eyes falling closed.
"Good, now--" Christina starts to instruct Feldt, but stops for some reason. Lichty opens his eyes just in time to see Feldt straightening and turning away.
"I am not your girlfriend," Feldt says, softly, and Lichty bites his lip because he can feel the pain in her voice.
"You had your chance," Christina all but growls, and Lichty moves his hand to Christina's shoulder and squeezes it. Maybe to remind her that Feldt's still a person. Or to comfort her. Or because it makes him feel better. He doesn't have time to think on it.
"I know," Feldt says, almost yells. "I know. Goodbye. Do not arrange this again."
Lichty watches her walk across the living room, disappear into the foyer, and then hears the front door close behind her. He doesn't realize until Feldt is gone that Christina's crying. That she's stopped moving on top of him and is crying instead, pressing her face into Lichty's bare shoulder as she cries wordlessly, almost silently.
Lichty doesn't tell her it's okay or the worst is over or anything else. He just wraps both arms around her and kisses the side of her head and rubs her back a little, too. Does what a good boyfriend's supposed to.
Of course, when she's done crying he goes and ruins it by asking, "What was that about?" and just watching as her eyes start to fill with tears again. Lichty bites his lip; she blinks them back, though one escapes to go down her cheek. Reaching up, he wipes it away. Wipes all the tear trails away, and cups her face and draws her in to kiss chastely.
"Okay. One more time. What was that all about?"
Without saying a word, Chris climbs off of him and walks upstairs. Lichty follows, but not fast enough for anything but her shutting the bathroom door in his face, then turning on the shower.
Sighing, Lichty leans against the doorframe. He realizes his flaccid cock is still hanging out, blushes even if there's nobody to blush for, and fixes the elastic band of the shorts so it's around his waist again.
After a little while, it occurs to him that Chris doesn't normally lock the door. He tries, but of course this time it is locked. That, naturally, adds yet another piece to the puzzle.
Well, shit.
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Lichty enters "Fighting with your girlfriend" as a search string on his browser, and turns up twelve million hits.
He tries again with "Fighting with your girlfriend about her ex-girlfriend" and that narrows it down to about half as many, which is a much better. He spends the rest of Christina's shower reading, and opts to let her just do whatever she's going to do for a little while.
The first site he comes to talks about giving her space, letting her come around. But another cautions to not abandon her, because that would be just as bad. Yet another says "just talk about it" and emphasizes talking about it like it's the holy grail or something.
He eventually gets sick of the sites and goes downstairs to find Chris in the middle of cooking dinner.
"Am I being apologized to?" Lichty asks, looking at the potato leek soup-- his favorite, when she makes it.
"Do you want an apology?" she asks, with a smile that says yes.
Lichty pulls Christina, messy apron and all, into a kiss. Chaste, he means it to be, but then she takes over and it isn't and the soup really needs to simmer, doesn't it?
She lets him take her over the kitchen table, with the apron still on. It's not her favorite position, but it is his, because she has a fabulous ass and because the way she grips the table and that moan, pushing back to meet him. Lichty grips her and pushes as far in as he can go and muffles his moan against her back.
"Love it when you come in me," Christina says, like some actress in a porno. Then she rolls onto her back, flips the apron up, and spreads her legs wide for him. "Means you can eat it out."
Lichty thanks god for birth control, and eats his first apology meal with abandon. Even if it's just as much for her as it is for him, it's still-- he probably wouldn't get this if they hadn't just had their first fight. So. He doesn't make quick work of this meal on purpose, but downs the soup happily because he is actually kind of hungry.
In bed that night, Christina curls around him in a way she normally doesn't. He stops just short of asking, wise to why that's a damn stupid idea.
"We never really dated," she murmurs against his chest. "I wanted to, but I didn't... I didn't realize, and I didn't have the balls to ask until she left."
"She said no," Lichty says, brushing his hand through Christina's curls slowly. He's putting the timelines together in his head, and it's all adding up to Christina's secret motivations. "So you screwed me instead."
"It turned out a lot better," Chris murmurs, fingers smoothing down Lichty's side.
Lichty almost didn't say it. He felt the beats passing, where he should, and let them. Then licked his lips and said clearly, "But you still want her."
Christina shrugged against him, so Lichty kissed her forehead, her cheek. Her lips, and the tip of her nose. "Yeah."
Licking his lips, Lichty decides to make a concession. "I- if she wants, you--"
"No," Chris says, too loudly. "No. I'm not going to mess around with her if you're not involved."
That sounds even better. Lichty nods, and murmurs "Okay" against her soft skin, and pulls her closer and shows her how much he loves her.
Even if she does try to pop unwanted surprise threesomes on him.
When Lichty gets back to France, back to Christina's house, it's only the two of them. There's still a month left before the other exchange students will arrive; there's still a glorious thirty days of having as much sex with Christina as he possibly can.
And because it's summer and hot as fuck, she walks around naked when they're not fucking, which of course only makes it easier. Why, all Lichty has to do is reach out when she passes by the sofa and pull her down into his lap and kiss her soundly.
She giggles, because she's Christina and because Lichty loves the way it sounds and the way it feels when her chest is pressed against his. "What would you do if someone came in, hm?" Her fingers went down, between them, toying with Lichty's hard cock through the thin fabric of his work-out shorts. From back when he worked out.
Lichty blushes, but honestly doesn't care. Or wouldn't care, anyway. And says so, murmuring it in English against her lips, then kissing her.
When the kiss breaks, she says, also in English, "Good."
And someone knocks on the door.
Lichty squeaks, or some noise close to it. Chris laughs, tries to kiss him, and he can do nothing but try not to be kissed while whomever knocks again.
"Chris!" he hisses, and she just laughs. "This isn't funny!"
"It is pretty hot though," she says in French, and Lichty feels his shorts being messed with and then-- then his cock in the cool air and she sinks down on him and rumbles, "Don't you agree?"
He bites his lip. Hard. Groans in his throat, despite it, or because of it, or because of Christina and her hips moving up and down immediately, and that person knocking incessantly and-- Lichty's hands grip the couch that once upon a time might have been plushy but is now mostly just flat.
Christina rides him, still laughing, and leans over toward the door and calls out, "Its unlocked!" Angrily, Lichty thrusts up into her, and is gratified when the, "Let yourself in" she adds sounds rather more unsteady than she probably means it to.
Serves you right, he thinks, and she rides him harder. Puts her hands on his shoulders, as his settle on her waist, and fucks herself on him, slick and Lichty realizes something, suddenly. Christina planned this. She doesn't normally get wet so quick, so-- she must have planned this, and been walking around thinking about it and--
"Ummmm. Christina?" Feldt's voice is soft, but loud enough to rip Lichty straight out of his thoughts.
"Mmmmm?" Chris hums, and Lichty's fingers dig in possessively.
"Should I return at a more optimal time?" Pure Feldt, finding all those big words even in French.
"No," Christina breaths, then moans, quaking atop Lichty in a way that makes his cock throb. "Stay. Come over here."
"Chris," Lichty says sharply. "I don't-"
Christina stops. Just stops and grinds her hips down and nothing else. Looks down at him and dares him to say no, or that it would ruin things, or whatever she thinks he's going to say. Honestly he just wants to say that he isn't attracted to Feldt. That's all. But the glare prevents even that.
Only when Lichty swallows hard and breaks eye contact does Chris start moving again, rolling her hips shallowly for now.
"That's what I thought," she chirps, and looks over at Feldt. Lichty devoutly looks at Christina's chest, moving one hand up to cup it over a breast and squeeze slowly. The noise Chris makes in her throat is delicious, enough to distract Lichty so that he does look automatically when he hears the sound of someone kissing.
But there are only two other people. His girlfriend and Feldt. And Feldt's pink little tongue. And one of Christina's hands on the back of Feldt's neck. Lichty opens his mouth to protest, but Christina chooses that moment to speed up.
Distantly, Lichty realizes that his girlfriend is a pretty damn good manipulator. He'd like setting her against Halle at a game of Risk, except-- oh fuck, the way she rocks, Lichty shudders, not entirely sure if it was happily, eyes falling closed.
"Good, now--" Christina starts to instruct Feldt, but stops for some reason. Lichty opens his eyes just in time to see Feldt straightening and turning away.
"I am not your girlfriend," Feldt says, softly, and Lichty bites his lip because he can feel the pain in her voice.
"You had your chance," Christina all but growls, and Lichty moves his hand to Christina's shoulder and squeezes it. Maybe to remind her that Feldt's still a person. Or to comfort her. Or because it makes him feel better. He doesn't have time to think on it.
"I know," Feldt says, almost yells. "I know. Goodbye. Do not arrange this again."
Lichty watches her walk across the living room, disappear into the foyer, and then hears the front door close behind her. He doesn't realize until Feldt is gone that Christina's crying. That she's stopped moving on top of him and is crying instead, pressing her face into Lichty's bare shoulder as she cries wordlessly, almost silently.
Lichty doesn't tell her it's okay or the worst is over or anything else. He just wraps both arms around her and kisses the side of her head and rubs her back a little, too. Does what a good boyfriend's supposed to.
Of course, when she's done crying he goes and ruins it by asking, "What was that about?" and just watching as her eyes start to fill with tears again. Lichty bites his lip; she blinks them back, though one escapes to go down her cheek. Reaching up, he wipes it away. Wipes all the tear trails away, and cups her face and draws her in to kiss chastely.
"Okay. One more time. What was that all about?"
Without saying a word, Chris climbs off of him and walks upstairs. Lichty follows, but not fast enough for anything but her shutting the bathroom door in his face, then turning on the shower.
Sighing, Lichty leans against the doorframe. He realizes his flaccid cock is still hanging out, blushes even if there's nobody to blush for, and fixes the elastic band of the shorts so it's around his waist again.
After a little while, it occurs to him that Chris doesn't normally lock the door. He tries, but of course this time it is locked. That, naturally, adds yet another piece to the puzzle.
Well, shit.
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Lichty enters "Fighting with your girlfriend" as a search string on his browser, and turns up twelve million hits.
He tries again with "Fighting with your girlfriend about her ex-girlfriend" and that narrows it down to about half as many, which is a much better. He spends the rest of Christina's shower reading, and opts to let her just do whatever she's going to do for a little while.
The first site he comes to talks about giving her space, letting her come around. But another cautions to not abandon her, because that would be just as bad. Yet another says "just talk about it" and emphasizes talking about it like it's the holy grail or something.
He eventually gets sick of the sites and goes downstairs to find Chris in the middle of cooking dinner.
"Am I being apologized to?" Lichty asks, looking at the potato leek soup-- his favorite, when she makes it.
"Do you want an apology?" she asks, with a smile that says yes.
Lichty pulls Christina, messy apron and all, into a kiss. Chaste, he means it to be, but then she takes over and it isn't and the soup really needs to simmer, doesn't it?
She lets him take her over the kitchen table, with the apron still on. It's not her favorite position, but it is his, because she has a fabulous ass and because the way she grips the table and that moan, pushing back to meet him. Lichty grips her and pushes as far in as he can go and muffles his moan against her back.
"Love it when you come in me," Christina says, like some actress in a porno. Then she rolls onto her back, flips the apron up, and spreads her legs wide for him. "Means you can eat it out."
Lichty thanks god for birth control, and eats his first apology meal with abandon. Even if it's just as much for her as it is for him, it's still-- he probably wouldn't get this if they hadn't just had their first fight. So. He doesn't make quick work of this meal on purpose, but downs the soup happily because he is actually kind of hungry.
In bed that night, Christina curls around him in a way she normally doesn't. He stops just short of asking, wise to why that's a damn stupid idea.
"We never really dated," she murmurs against his chest. "I wanted to, but I didn't... I didn't realize, and I didn't have the balls to ask until she left."
"She said no," Lichty says, brushing his hand through Christina's curls slowly. He's putting the timelines together in his head, and it's all adding up to Christina's secret motivations. "So you screwed me instead."
"It turned out a lot better," Chris murmurs, fingers smoothing down Lichty's side.
Lichty almost didn't say it. He felt the beats passing, where he should, and let them. Then licked his lips and said clearly, "But you still want her."
Christina shrugged against him, so Lichty kissed her forehead, her cheek. Her lips, and the tip of her nose. "Yeah."
Licking his lips, Lichty decides to make a concession. "I- if she wants, you--"
"No," Chris says, too loudly. "No. I'm not going to mess around with her if you're not involved."
That sounds even better. Lichty nods, and murmurs "Okay" against her soft skin, and pulls her closer and shows her how much he loves her.
Even if she does try to pop unwanted surprise threesomes on him.