The keys to the attic
Elena keeps the keys to the attic in the pocket of the jacket. The elevator buzzes and the reflection of the three faces in the mirror bends with the yellow light. Marcos squeezes his partner’s hand, seeking confirmation; Clara smiles with shyness and a sparkle of curiosity. No one has forced anyone up. They have talked about it for weeks.
The attic has windows that give to the roofs wet by the recent rain. Mark leaves his coat on an iron coat rack and lights up a standing lamp. The light reveals a low table with three glasses and a bottle of unopened wine. Elena uncorches; the cork sounds like a promise. Before serving, he points to each one.
"Clara, if at any point you want to stop, just say stop or raise your palm. Marcos and I do the same. Okay?
Clara nods slowly, passes the tongue through the lower lip and responds with a firm voice:
- Stop or palm up. And so are you.
Marcos adds, laughing under:
- And if anyone needs a break, we ask. No explanation.
They serve wine. The first sip warms their throat and loosens their shoulders. They sit on the raw linen sofa. Elena, in the middle, crosses one leg over the other; Marcos rests his hand on his knee and Clara, in front of them, turns her barefoot in small circles. The conversation leads to fantasies. Clara confesses that she is excited to be observed while kissing another person; Marcos admits that he likes to see Elena guide. Elena listens and adds that she enjoys giving soft directions when everyone agrees.
They put a soft jazz playlist on their cell phone. The rain has started again; the drops re-peak in the crystals. Elena bends and rubs Clara’s cheek with her lips.
- May I?
Clara responds by leaning forward. The kiss is slow, exploratory. Marcos watches without getting close yet. When Elena turns away, she asks with her partner’s eyes. Marcos extends his hand and Clara interlaces her fingers. Another kiss, this time between Clara and Marcos, also soft. Elena watches, breathes deeply and feels a tingly that runs through her thighs.
"Let's go to bed," she says. "We can stop whenever we want.
The bed is wide and low; three pillows wait. They slowly undressed, without hurry. First Elena stays in a black lace t-shirt and panties; Marcos stays in dark grey boxers; Clara, after removing her blouse and skirt, shows a cream lace set that barely covers her round breasts and the curve of her hips. The three sit on the edge of the mattress.
Elena takes the initiative:
“Clara, you in the center. Marcos, you behind her. I want to see you.
Clara obeys with a nervous smile. She lies on her back; Marcos kneels behind her head and caresses her temples with the buds. Elena places herself next to her, leans one hand on Clara’s belly and the other on Marcos’ shoulder. She passes her fingers through the neighbor’s skin, drawing lines that go up to the bottom of her breasts. Clara releases a sigh. Marcos bends her head and kisses Clara’s forehead; she closes her eyes.
Elena bends and sucks Clara’s right nipple softly, then her left. Her tongue traces slow circles. Clara bows her back. Mark slides her hands through the woman’s arms and interlaces her fingers with hers, keeping them open. Elena lowers her mouth through the belly to the lace line. With two fingers she pulls the cloth apart and licks the wet skin she finds. Clara groans. Marcos looks and squeezes her fingers slightly.
"More?" asks Elena.
"Yes," replied Clara. "With your tongue, please."
Elena licks with broad strokes, then inserts two fingers into Clara, curving them up. The sound is wet, accompanied. Marcos lowers one hand and surrounds one of Clara’s breasts, pinches the nipple carefully. Clara shakes. Elena increases the rhythm of her fingers and sucks the clitoris gently. Orgasm comes soft at first, then intensifies; Clara squeezes Marcos’ hand and murmurs:
- Keep going, don't stop.
When the contractions return, Elena pulls her fingers and licks them slowly. Marcos kisses Clara’s temple and asks her if she’s okay. She nods, with her cheeks blush.
"I want to see you two now," Clara says, climbing over your elbows.
Elena and Marcos kiss each other standing next to the bed. Elena unbuttons her partner’s boxers and releases her erection. Marcos caresses her over the cloth until she moistens. Clara approaches behind Marcos and presses her breasts against his back. Her hands surround her male waist and reach her penis. Elena kneels, takes her head between her lips and sucks with a soft rhythm. Marcos groans. Clara bites the lobe of her ear and whispers:
- Tell us how you feel.
"I like to see Elena suck me while you hold me," says Marcos with a snoring voice.
Elena stops and gets up. She takes off her t-shirt and panties. Marcos puts her back against the brick wall seen. She kneels between her legs and licks her with long tongues. Clara approaches on one side, kisses Elena in the mouth and plays with her nipples. Elena gasps. When Marcos inserts two fingers into her, Elena runs with a choked scream against Clara’s mouth.
They move back to bed. Elena asks Clara to stand on all fours; she lies down, looking up. Marcos stands behind Clara and asks:
- May I come in?
"Yes," Clara replied. "Slowly."
Marcos pushes an inch to an inch. When he is completely inside, Clara exhales and Elena stretches her neck to lick the woman’s clitoris as Marcos moves. The three bodies form a shared rhythm. Marcos increases the depth; Elena sucks more intensely. Clara runs again, shivering. Marcos comes out carefully and Elena invites him to lie on his back. She sits strung over him and receives him. Clara kneels next to Marcos’ head and lets him lick her while Elena rides. Marcos’ second orgasm arrives with a long groan; Elena follows him almost at the same time, contracting around him. Clara caresses Marcos’ hair and kisses Elena on the forehead.
The three of them lie down, entangled, breathing at the same pace. Elena passes her fingers through the scar Mark has on her shoulder; Clara interlaces Elena’s legs with hers. No one rushes to dress. The rain has stopped. Marcos joins and serves the rest of the wine in the three cups. They toast without words, only with their eyes. Elena smiles and whispers:
"We can talk about this again any day.
Clara nods, Marcos squeezes her partner's hand. The keys to the attic are still on the table, within reach of everyone.
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