I [M] got to watch a long-term flirt have passionate sex after not seeing her for a few years. [FF] [FM]

DJing in New York City is simultaneously a very humbling experience and also extremely rewarding. For years, once a month, I DJ’d at this dive bar in Brooklyn that was notorious for a few things: drug use in the photobooth (and the evidence being stuck in the wall next to it, [like this](https://imgur.com/a/ZuQlprG) — I took a photo of this after the last gig I played there before COVID), some nasty bathrooms, and a dancefloor where a DJ could play almost anything and everyone went there looking to dance and/or fuck (okay that’s all fairly normal for most bars, but whatever).

It was hipster-extreme, and it was my refuge from the cookie-cutter bottle service clubs in Manhattan where it was the same 200 songs every night, give or take 30. At this place in the same party, well after midnight, I could play Paul Simon, A$AP Rocky, Taylor Swift, M83, old Britney songs, Franz Ferdinand, Migos, Ini Kamoze, Prince, the theme from The OC, and people would belt out every word for hours straight. It’s the best crowd in the whole five boroughs in my opinion — Black, White, Latino, Asian, gay, straight, trans, hipster, bros in frayed lacrosse hats, girls from Long Island in short dresses and heels “slumming it” for a night — the crowd just rocks and it’s a gig I miss terribly since COVID.

I could go on for a long time about the regulars, but specifically I want to talk about Rachel. Rachel was skinny, tall-ish (about 5’7″?), black rimmed glasses, pale skin, long dark brown hair that was always up in a pony tail or braid, and a slightly gummy smile that I thought was cute — hard to describe, but it made her unique-looking. She came through almost every single month for a long time, and every single time she came through she’d flirt with me — the first time we talked was after the lights came up, she asked me for my number and I told her I had a girlfriend — in a business-like fashion she replied that “if something happens, let me know”, and gave me a napkin with her number on it and walked away. She also had terrible timing — every time she’d come through, I’d be seeing someone, and when she didn’t I’d be single. It was kind of funny, to be honest. She disappeared for a long time, so I just assumed she had moved away, got a boyfriend, or aged out of the club scene or whatever.

So flash forward two years later, and this one girl came up and gave me a napkin — I figured it was a song request, so I looked. Nope. It was Rachel. On Tinder. In napkin form. She had given her friend an entire Tinder profile on a napkin, no fucking joke. Immediately, I ducked down behind the booth to read it — she had drawn herself in the picture spot, then it read:

> “Rachel, 26
>
> 6 feet away
>
> Seattle born, taught in Barcelona the last 2 years.
>
> The Weeknd wrote ‘The Hills’ about me and him, that’s the real me. Swipe right to know more.”

I “swiped” it open and there was her phone number (again) with a lipstick-marked kiss.

I slowly rose up in the booth, playing it off casually — only to see her four feet away, smiling wide at me. She looked good — two years away in Spain had “aged” her well, if that makes sense — she had developed a better fashion sense and her hair was dyed a dark teal — she looked fucking sexy. She had on a white tank top where you could see her dark bra underneath, and had got a half-sleeve tattoo on one of her arms since I had last seen her. I motioned her up to the booth and she eagerly popped up and hugged me immediately. We pulled apart after a second, and I pointed to the napkin, “This is really clever, I have to say… it’s the first time I’ve seen this.” (this remains true to this day, it’s the most creative note I’ve ever been handed). She smiled and said she was glad I liked it — and then walked away to dance with her friend who had brought the note up in the first place. This was still around 1230a, and I had another 3.5 hours to spin, and other than to get drinks the two of them rarely went further than ten feet from my booth.

It’s always a really dense crowd, hard to get through to the bar — but every time I’d negotiate it to get a drink, I’d purposefully sneak past Rachel and her friend, innocently putting my hands on their hips or shoulders as I passed by and they’d both sort of grind on me as I passed by each way (though in fairness I put my hands on and I got unintentionally grinded on by most people trying to get to the bar or bathroom — you just sorta pushed your way through an ocean of gyrating bodies, man or woman). Her friend was cute — Latina, dark hair, one of those undercuts that I found really sexy, and quite petite. They spent the night dancing with each other, touching each other and smiling at me, and when guys would try to dance with her, she’d just look at me before eventually pushing them away.

Eventually the night came to a close, the room dripping with condensation, the bar still 85% full, everyone soaked with sweat (I wear shorts there from March through October for a reason, even if it’s cold outside, I don’t give a fuck. The room gets so hot and humid and I can’t escape for fresh air — even on nights when I don’t drink anything I’ll finish off two pitchers of water just to stay hydrated), and the lights came up, people boo’ed, and I played my last few songs — the last of which was Al Green’s “Love & Happiness”, because it’s impossible to get into a fight when you hear that. Rachel came up it played and asked me what I was doing after — she had on a studded black leather jacket — and for once I could say I wasn’t doing anything or going anywhere. Her face lit up — we barely knew each other, but she told me I had to get pizza and smoke a joint with her and her friend, which, okay. I got my check and after saying goodbye to the staff, the three of us left together. It was a cool late summer night, and we walked to a place nearby to get a slice. On the way, Rachel formally introduced me to her friend, Gabi, who complimented my set (though she said I needed to play less old reggaeton and play more new stuff, which was fair), and we took our slices on our way. Gabi was wearing a dark short-sleeved collared shirt that was light in material, maybe chiffon.

We walked the few blocks to Rachel’s place and sat out on her stoop, getting to actually know each other. Because she was fluent in Spanish, she had spent two years in Barcelona teaching high school science. I confided in them that I didn’t think I’d see her again, but again told them that I thought that note was the coolest thing I’ve been handed in a DJ booth that wasn’t $100 bills — she blushed and laughed. Gabi lit a joint and we started passing it around. It was a really gorgeous New York late night, perfect for this sort of thing. We shot the shit for about fifteen minutes and opened up about ourselves. They met in Spain and were roommates now, but Gabi was from New York and they had moved back together. I jokingly asked if they were an item (fuck that makes me sound old-timey, but I really did say that) and they didn’t say yes but also didn’t deny it… which got my attention.

Rachel and Gabi started whispering to one another for a moment. and then Rachel cleared her throat, obviously a little stoned and asked me if I wanted to come inside to watch a show or Netflix… of course I responded yes. I figured worse case I’d make out with Rachel, best case… who knows? We went inside to their apartment and we chatted as we picked a show to watch (some Planet Earth show I think), and after a few minutes I asked if I could use the bathroom and was directed down the hall. It’s then I realized this was a tiny fucking apartment with a kitchen, bathroom, living room, and *one* bedroom. Maybe they weren’t together, but unless someone slept on the couch every night, they shared a bed. After using the bathroom and coming back, I asked them with a slight grin, “so wait, you live together, but there’s one bedroom… sooooo….?”

They took a beat, then Gabi broke first, laughing, “yeah, you idiot, I’m fucking her!” Rachel stopped her, smiling and giggling, “yeah, we’re together, it’s cool. But look, I don’t want to give you the wrong idea, I mean, you know I’m into you, right?” I nodded — smiling, stoned, and a bit confused. “Well, I’m not going to touch you tonight, neither is Gabi,” Rachel said with a giggle, before pausing for a second and composing herself, “…but you can watch.”

Immediately, I got halfway hard. Rachel got up, walked over to me and whispered in my ear, “How long did you make me wait, hmm?” then pulled back to look me in the eyes before going back to whisper, “You can be patient too, right?” She smiled and went back to Gabi. From here on out, I might as well have been a piece of furniture; they did nearly nothing that was directly for my entertainment (other than letting me watch, of course) — no absurdly ridiculous over the top kisses while looking my way like it was a porn video or something, nor did either one of them ever say something over the top like “ooooh, I bet you like that, you bad boy” to me, so if you’re hoping to read about that in this, just click back. This didn’t play out like that. Mostly. *Mostly.* (Just stick around anyway, okay?)

We retreated to their bedroom — Rachel lit a candle and pointed at a chair for me, and I obliged her and then, “Give me your phone. No offense. I don’t know you very well, so… you know.” Happily, I handed it over but grabbed her arm before she walked away with it, “Can I… would you two be offended if I…. you know?”, and made a face and hand motion. Rachel kissed me on the cheek, then scoffed and smiled, “we won’t even notice.” (From here on: sorry if I’m not great about writing about things I watched versus things I personally experienced, it’s much harder to explain the physical pleasure of someone when you’re not that person, but holy fuck this was so hot to watch.)

She walked back over to the bed and they began to kiss. Softly at first, but with more vigor as time passed. It kind of surprised me that Gabi took charge in the situation, considering how petite she was — maybe 5’1″ and 100 lbs with her undercut, A-cup breasts and a great ass — she pushed Rachel over and licked and kissed Rachel’s neck, cheeks, and lips aggressively — Rachel clearly enjoyed it judging by her gasps and moans. I started to touch myself through my clothes and angled to see what was happening moment by moment in the dark room with only the lit candle and the lights of the city illuminating things through an open window.

Gabi slid Rachel’s white tank off, revealing the aforementioned dark bra, and she pecked at Rachel’s chest. They kissed for a minute or two as Gabi gently removed Rachel’s bra — her breasts were bigger than her bra let on (still in the large B-cup area), and her pink nipples were perfect. Watching Gabi gently kiss and massage Rachel’s breasts and nipples was extremely hot — she was so good at it, looking up every few moments at Rachel’s face to see a reaction and doing her best to adjust and perfect her technique. It was really hot to watch, Gabi knew exactly how to please her partner. She backed off Rachel for a minute and she went back up to kiss her lips. They made out for a moment and then Gabi sat up and took off her shirt… and she wasn’t wearing a bra at all — her breasts were very pert, and her small nipples were slightly dark in color — she had six-pack abs, and was obviously in great shape.

Rachel removed her shorts and Gabi started moving down her body rather quickly — she meant business, removing Rachel’s underwear and immediately making out with her shaved pussy. Rachel moaned loudly and happily, grabbing Gabi’s head and running her fingers through her hair, pushing up against her face. Gabi grunted as she forcefully pushed Rachel’s legs fully open and intensely started eating her pussy — one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen. Gabi clearly knew what got Rachel off — she offered Rachel three fingers to suck and make wet, which Rachel happily did, licking and sucking them — then at once Gabi put all three inside, eliciting another loud moan of pleasure from Rachel. I kept rubbing myself through my clothes, and finally pulled my dick out to start jerking off.

Over the course of the next three or four minutes, Gabi fucked Rachel with her tongue and fingers — Rachel kept smiling and giggling as Gabi pleasured her. Finally, Rachel began to peak and kept repeating “I’m gonna come, I’m gonna come” — and Gabi didn’t let up one bit, continuing to loudly suck and fingerfuck Rachel’s pussy until she came. (Side note, at this point all I could think was “how the fuck am I supposed to compete with this?!?”. Okay, that’s not all I was thinking.) Rachel’s orgasm was clearly powerful and she was blissed out, rubbing Gabi’s hair and gently pushing her pussy up into Gabi’s face. A moment later, Gabi crawled back up to Rachel and the two embraced again, kissing one another intensely.

Rachel finally took control and grabbed Gabi’s hair and rolled her over, “Your turn,” then glanced a look at me as I jerked off. She removed the rest of Gabi’s clothes, then slicked her fingers up by finger-fucking herself for a moment and pushed them inside Gabi — who arched her back, moaning. Rachel wasn’t playing around — it sort of felt like she was making a point to both Gabi and me — she wanted what she wanted, and she wasn’t going to settle. She returned Gabi’s love with fingerfucking, clit play, pussy adoration, and rimmed Gabi for a moment or two as well. Rachel was very vocal during all of this, telling Gabi how much she loved her taste and her smell, licking her pussy and lips. I moved the chair to get a better view at this point, sitting close to their bed, touching myself. A few times, Rachel would told Gabi absolutely filthy things about her “Latin cunt” but would also glance at me and my hard dick, never for more than a moment — but I noticed, which only got me closer to finishing. Gabi asked Rachel to grind her face harder into her pussy, demanding more friction — and Rachel made sure to do so.

Soon, Gabi got close to climaxing — Rachel was fully concentrating on making her partner come at this point and sure enough, Gabi came hard, pulling Rachel’s ponytail forcefully to the side until she finally relaxed. I hadn’t finished yet but at that point it felt like it was kind of rude to actually come on some tissues, or to scurry off to their bathroom, so I put my dick away. They had collapsed into each other and were snuggling, kissing and were covered in each others orgasms. The room smelled really good — I’d only ever been in a room with one woman’s orgasm, so the smell of multiple orgasms from different women was so powerful, combined that with their sweat, the candle burning, and the breeze from the city outside. A moment passed and I pushed back the chair. Without looking my way, Rachel asked “Was that nice to watch?”, turning towards me, “because I know we had enjoyed it,” and she kissed Gabi. I slowly exhaled, “Yeah, that was… way, way, way better than anything I’ve ever seen. Thank you, wow, really.” They both snickered a little, and then got up — “we’ve got to shower,” said Gabi, and they walked to the bathroom, naked — Rachel grabbed my arm on her way out and I followed them.

Gabi started the shower and got in first, leaving me and Rachel outside of it — they had a tiny bathroom, so it was tight quarters. From inside the shower, Gabi casually mentioned, “you have about seven minutes before I’m done.” *pause* “Just saying.” Rachel gave me a knowing look and I pulled my shorts and boxers off — my dick was still mostly hard from what I had seen and she spit on her hands and started jerking me off. She worked my dick with her hands hard while whispering in my ear, “you fucking come for me, I want a mess on my hands”. I hadn’t got an actual handjob in an extremely long time, but this was really fucking hot — her girlfriend was in the shower after they both came and now Rachel was jerking me off. I stuck two of my fingers in her mouth and slowly pushed them in her pussy to get a reaction — we were both hand-fucking each other, we’d never even kissed, no foreplay, our foreheads pushing against one another. Just pure instinct, then Rachel moaned — “I can hear youuuu”, said Gabi from the shower. Rachel smiled and whispered in my ear, “shoot your cum. You saw what we did to each other.” She kept licking my ear and moaning as I fingerfucked her and sure enough a moment later, she jerked me off into their sink and her hands, and I groaned — “I heaaaaard that,” said Gabi — me and Rachel laughed a little.

Rachel told me to get cleaned up first — I washed myself up quickly and put on my old boxers (ew, but what other choice did I have?), and then Rachel got in the shower. I wandered back to their bedroom where Gabi was laying naked on their bed and on her phone — she looked really amazing there, her legs crossed with one in the air and I laid down on the bed next to her. “So what next?”, I asked her with a smile. Gabi rolled over to face me and grabbed my nose, “don’t fuck us all up, okay? That’s it. Rach is into you, has been since before we met. She and I,” she motioned to the bathroom, “are dating. But she wants to fuck around with you too, so that’s where we are, and I’m fine with it.” She smiled (not sarcastically or ironically), then went back to her phone. Soon enough, Rachel came in, dried off, and we went to sleep with Rachel in the middle.

I woke up in the morning before they did and started to quietly collect my things and get dressed. Before I left, I went over to their bed and said goodbye to Rachel. “I’ve got to get home, but you two were amazing last night. I’ve never seen anything like that.” She smiled and told me to call her soon, that she wasn’t going to wait around anymore — I went to kiss her and she leaned in just as hard — our first actual kiss was really nice. Gabi rolled over to see this and groaned mockingly, then smiled our way. I stopped a bodega, grabbed a breakfast sandwich, and hopped on the subway. I got home, passed out for a few hours, then texted Rachel I wanted to see her on Sunday. She agreed.

Part 2 coming soon-ish if that’s something people are interested in…

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ia7bpu/i_m_got_to_watch_a_longterm_flirt_have_passionate