The best birthday, pt2 [MF/not entirely binary] [swing] [bd] [mast]

Monica put on a dressing gown and threw one to me, and went to answer the door. I knew it was Erica because only Erica would have done what Erica did next and just walk straight in to the bedroom with a breezy “hi” and sit down on our sweat soaked sheets and start chatting with us both as though it was one of the most natural things in the world.

Erica was one of our oldest friends. She had introduced us to each other, and then – not much later shortly after a drunken threesome – she had introduced us to polyamory and guided us through our first hesitant steps into poly and later fetish life. Years later, but still most of a lifetime ago, we had been part of, and later all of, a polycule. She had even moved in with us for a while and we had lived as a ménage à trois. That hadn’t worked out but we had remained firm friends and occasional fuckbuddies (both separately and together) ever since.

Erica was French and had never totally lost her accent, and was a classic gamine. Rake thin with androgynous features (in fact she didn’t always completely identify as female, but she was woman enough for me – not that I have any objection to fucking men, but I prefer women) she was probably the same height as Monica (in other words she was of completely average height) but almost all of it was long slender spider like limbs. She had very short black hair and dark eyes and no tits to speak of at all. I’m not sure she’d ever worn a bra in her life, and she certainly wasn’t now. Instead she had a simple yellow t shirt, a stylish little jacket, and jeans.

She had a way of by not being embarrassed making you not embarrassed either, and we chatted shit for a good long while regardless of our state of undress and the state of the bedclothes. Monica showed Erica my gift and she said “you’ll have to let me ‘av a go with it some time” with a wink that set my heart aflutter but I realised immediately afterwards was meant for Monica (I knew they got up to some scary shit on their own). Erica and I kept on chatting while Monica went and showered and dressed around us. Then she popped next door for a moment and Erica turned to me and said “‘appy birthday. Monica thought we could fuck”.

I’d guessed something like that had been planned and I went to bring her in to a kiss. “No”, she laughed. “You stink. Let’s shower together first”.

There’s not really much point arguing with Erica so shower together we did. She unceremoniously stripped and led me into our en-suite where we had a very giggly and soapy shower followed by some playful towelling off. When we came back into the bedroom we found that Monica, really truly the kindest woman in the world, had changed the sheets for us, and we leapt into the bed and onto each other.

We hadn’t had sex in a while and initially we had a passionate intensity for each other. Then as we got into it I had an idea. I’ve probably shagged Erica hundreds of times over the years and I know what turns her on, but more to the point I know what annoys her, and – feeling a little contrarian and mischievous this morning – I decided I was going to tease and frustrate her. I changed positions on her repeatedly and broke her rhythm. I kept her in a position I loved, but which I know was uncomfortable for her, where her arse was in the air but her tiny little waist twisted around to give me an eye (and sometimes mouth) full of her striking face and bullet like nipples standing out from her flat chest. I tweaked her unpierced nipple slightly too hard. I pulled on her piercing. I pinned her down firmly, entered her for a few deep thrusts, then pulled out and did it again. It wasn’t quite edging – she was nowhere close to orgasm – but it was a very effective form of tease and denial, not to mention the pleasure laced pain of repeated penetration. “Bastard” she said, and for that I made her beg for it before I put it back in, all the while giving her a smirk I knew would make her furious.

Then I messed up, although I’d kind of planned to mess up at some point. I tried to change position and quick as a flash one of her long long arms reached down between my legs and her tiny hand grabbed my balls. She gave them a warning squeeze. “If you want to keep zeze, you do what I say from now on”.

I did what she said from then on.

She decided that she didn’t trust me, and so she bound me using the ratchet and the four point restraints. I got a good view of her as she set about this, and could tell from the way she glistened that she hadn’t been having a totally terrible time thus far.

Once she had me where she wanted me she rode me, which was what I’d wanted her to do. She was glorious to behold, her back arched as she leaned backwards to made sure I hit her g spot, her orgasms and her breaths short and fast as she took care of her needs with one of her hands. I soon shot my load and she gave me a tender kiss before unbuckling me.

I gestured for her to come to me, and we enjoyed an intimate hug and a rub of noses. Then with a twinkle in my eye, I struck, grabbing her wrists with my hands. “Nooooo” she squealed, with a delight that betrayed her.

I lay her down on top of me and slightly to my left side. I held her left wrist firmly in my outstretched left hand. Her right arm I trapped behind my back and lay on. I locked my ankles into her knees and used my legs to pull hers apart. Then I took my free right hand and ran it down from her nose, over her lips, down her neck, across her chest, over her stomach and down to her clit. I turned to look into her eyes as I started to rub her off.

To be honest masturbating Erica is pretty much my favourite thing to do in the world. Her clit is just so responsive. I love looking into her deep grey eyes as I cycle her between lustful, frantic, delirious, catatonic and back to lustful. I know she loved it too. A long long time ago, maybe 8 or 9 years she’d asked me to stop doing it because she didn’t want to fall in love with me again. A couple of years ago she’d told me she didn’t think there was any risk of that any more and she’d like me to start again. What a glorious night that had been. We must have woken half the street, and then she went down on me which she basically never does.

This wasn’t quite on that scale, but I did make her come enough times that we both lost count before slipping into a blissful silent hug.

I dunno how long we lay like that, but it must have been a while. We still hadn’t moved when Monica came in, a look of the purest compersion on her face, and told me I needed to get up and get ready for my dates.

Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/enm96l/the_best_birthday_pt2_mfnot_entirely_binary_swing