They were stretched out on the couch. Her with her legs open, panties and t-shirt on. He nestled between her legs. Also in his underwear. His head on her thigh. I could hear them talking.
“You’d like to take him to bed, wouldn’t you?” His tone was matter-of-fact as though the answer didn’t make a difference.
“Why do you ask that? Do you want me to?” Her fingers tickled her panties just above his head.
“You fantasize about him, don’t you?”
“Well, only because you keep raising his name and asking me. You make me think about him.” Her fingers pressed into her camel toe making very slight movements. As if he sensed her movements his head turned upwards looking at her. Her fingers were still. His chin deliciously close to her sex.
“What if I told you I was OK with letting you fuck him as long as I got to watch?”
“Sure OK,” her disbelieving tone cut the air. Her hand caressed his cheek. Their eyes locked as she tried to assess his seriousness.
“Or maybe, you would rather have both Rushmore and me at the same time.”
My heart leaped out of my chest at the sound of my name! He turned his head away from her again and kissed her thigh.
“Yah, Ok. I’ll take you both but one after the other. Maybe you could get it up again and do me twice. Each of you twice. That would be nice.” Her fingers returned to their position between her legs and he kissed her thigh again. Moments passed.
“How about you do me now,” she said and soon they got up and left the room. I imagined she was fantasizing about me.