I started turning red at this point. We’d never discussed this with anyone else, and opening up like this, especially this graphically and almost scientifically, made us extremely vulnerable.
“So it’s even more impossible for him to be with me,” she said, now thoroughly defeated.
“No, it’s not,” Jess said, and Maggie turned her head to look at her. “I can’t be his girlfriend. I can’t take him out, show him off, do all the normal things that couples do. Same for him; he can’t do that with me. He can do that with you, however.”
“But what about you?”
“I know it’s a lot to ask. I know I’m putting you in an impossible situation, but would you be willing to… you know… maybe… share him?”
I was about to protest this. After all, didn’t I get a say in this matter?
“What, like alternate nights or something?” Maggie asked incredulously.
“Or a schedule.” Jess nodded. “I’m flexible.”
“Hey-” I started, but Maggie interrupted me.
“No.” she said, turned around in between us and facing Jess.
Jess looked shocked and a little crestfallen. I could see her struggling internally, trying to think of a way to fix this. Her mouth moved but no words came out.
“Jess, I really appreciate that offer, but I don’t want him part-time.” her tears started again. “I don’t think I could handle being in another room while knowing he’s with you. I’m sorry.”
Maggie pulled herself away and ran down the hall and into her room, shutting the door behind her. Jess started to go after her, but I held her back.
“I think I need to be the one to talk to her,” I said.
“Yeah. Okay,” she said understandingly.
“I’ll be good, I promise,” I said kissing her.
“Jace, I’m serious. I’m not mad. Hell, I’m the one kind of encouraging it.”
“Which is just a little odd, I gotta admit.”
“Well, I’m not saying that I wouldn’t be a tad jealous.”
“That’s only because you like her boobs too.” I teased back, earning me a smack on the arm.
“Maybe,” she admitted, smirking. “Now go talk to her.” she started walking to our bedroom. “I’ll just busy myself thinking of you… and her… and those magnificent boobs.”
I rolled my eyes then headed towards Maggie’s room. I knocked once, waited a breath, then opened the door.
Maggie was coming out of her closet with several shirts. On the bed was a large canvas bag that she was starting to fill up with clothes.
“What are you doing?” I asked
“I told you, I can’t stay. It’s too much. It’s all just too much.”
I walked over and took the clothes from her. Looking defeated, she sat on the bed and looked up at me.
“What am I supposed to do, Jace?” she asked, fresh tears forming in her eyes. “Tell me, please.”
I sat on the bed beside her, taking her hands in mine.
“You stay.”
Maggie looked away, shaking her head.
“I don’t know if I can. I love you, Jace. I have for a long time now.”
“How long?”
“It’s not like I can pinpoint the date or anything. It happened back when you two would come and visit me at Logan. I don’t even remember half of what we talked about, but I do remember you. Even when you were sick or were busy, you made time to come visit me.”
“Well, Jess was there too.” I reminded her.
“Oh, I love her too.” she said, “And honestly if it was just her I’m sure I’d’ve made a move on her already.” she smiled wryly at me, “But you took my heart first.”
“I didn’t know you also had feelings for Jess,” I asked surprised.
“Three years in a women’s prison,” she said matter of factly. “You learn a few things about yourself.”
I chuckled at that, shaking my head. We were silent for a few moments. Maggie’s grasp on my hand was tight as if she were afraid to let go.
“We don’t want you to leave.” I softly said eventually. “I don’t want you to leave.”
Maggie looked at me, imploring me to go on.
“Jess is right.” I admitted quietly, “I do love you.”
Without a word, Maggie leaned in and kissed me. I returned it, wrapping my arms around her as we fell back onto the bed. She fell mostly on top of me, repositioning herself to straddle me as we kissed.
I slid my hands along her back, pulling her against me. Her sweatshirt rode upwards, and my fingers started to caress her bare skin. I loved how smooth and soft she felt in my arms.
Maggie sat up, breaking the kiss briefly. In one swift motion, she pulled her sweatshirt up and off. Her breasts hung free, the pale white skin topped with barely tan nipples that stood erect. She reached down and pulled my shirt up. I helped and wiggled out of it as best I could.
She ran her hands up and down my chest, her fingers running through my chest hair. I reached up, cupping her breasts in my hands and feeling their weight. They were firm, but not hard in an artificial kind of way.
“Wow. You really do have some perfect boobs.” I muttered as I slowly massaged them.
“You sound surprised.” she smiled as I massaged her chest.
“Well, I’ve never really seen them. Jess did though. She mentioned it.”
“She did?” Now it was Maggie’s turn to be surprised.
“Mmhmm. More than once.”
Maggie exhaled a shuddering breath.
“Was that from I’m doing or what I said?”
“Maybe a little of both,” she said, leaning down to kiss me again.
Her chest pressed against mine, warm and soft. Maggie started grinding her hips against me, rubbing my confined cock against her. A cloud of lust began filling my mind. God, I wanted her right then. But now wasn’t the time, and somehow I managed not to strip her right then and there.
Her hips sped up and she started grinding against me a little harder. Her movements became more erratic as I realized she was about to orgasm. I reached between us, squeezing her breasts and gently pinching her nipples.
That pushed her over the edge, and she went stiff on top of me. Her legs trembled slightly as she climaxed, moaning softly into my mouth. I held her close, bucking my hips against hers to help her along. She slid off of me and lay beside me, resting her head on my shoulder.
“Oh shit,” she said embarrassedly. “I don’t know what came over me. I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay.” I said reassuringly, “It was amazing.”
She kissed my cheek, then put her head back on my shoulder. “So what now?”
“I don’t know,” I admitted, then my raging hard dick said the next thing for me. “It’s not like you’d be able to join us, anyhow.”
The fantasy of being in a threesome is something most teenage guys have and never grow out of. I was about to apologize for that crude remark.
“Yeah, I don’t think Jess would go for it.” she sighed.
Wait, what did she just say? It took me a few heartbeats to process that.
“Well, I was mainly referring to you.”
Maggie just shrugged. “I dunno,” she said.
I immediately thought of the dirty talk Jess was giving me last night. A crazy idea started to form.
“Wait. Are you saying you’d be okay with it?”
“Maybe,” she said, blushing fiercely. “Yeah, I guess I would be.”
“But wouldn’t that still be sharing?”
“Well, it’d be more than just sharing, wouldn’t it?” Maggie said. “It would be more a part of. Included.”
“You’re serious, aren’t you?”
She thought about it for a moment, seriously weighing her options.
“Yeah. I am. I love you, Jace. And if I can’t have you all to myself then that would be the next best thing.” she had a thoughtful look on her face. “Hell, it might even be better. I’d get both of you. But like you said, I don’t think she’d go for it.”
“I have an idea,” I said, sitting up.
*****
I walked out of Maggie’s room and into our bedroom room. Jess was sitting there, scrolling through her phone. She looked up at me, smiling as I sat beside her. Her eyes betrayed her smile; inside them, I could see the beginnings of a small storm. She wasn’t sure how this was going to go and was afraid she was going to lose me.
“Well?” she asked anxiously.
“Well, she’s not packing her things anymore,” I said.