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There were endless reasons why Cindy could be Jamie's favorite professor. Her passion for teaching, the meticulousness of her research, even the way she smiled was inspiring. Somehow she always managed to look perfectly put together, lipstick matching her jewelry which matched her shirt which matched her shoes- More than once Jamie had wondered how she fit so much into her closet. And then there was her voice; sweet, heavy, always on the brink of excitement. Hell, she even had the best cookies at every office party.
None of those were the real reason, though. The real reason she was Jamie's favorite was the photo she kept on her office desk; a four by six wedding photo framed in silver, and portraying the happiest butch they had ever seen.
It made sense they looked so happy. Every faculty party they showed up to, they walked in arm in arm. You'd be hard pressed not to be jealous of Alex, who managed to marry the goddess of statistical analysis. But more than that, Alex was a stand-up butch in his own right, shirts always perfectly cuffed, every pair of boots worn in just enough to look well loved, and a full laugh that made you wish you were a part of the joke. He was old-school, and had chuckled the first time they had met and Jamie had called him “Sir.” Looking Jamie over, he gave them a smirk and a nod, and Jamie nearly died.
And maybe that was why they felt so guilty for having a crush on his wife. It wasn't anyone's fault and Jamie would never act on it, but it still gnawed at them. Doctor Cindy deserved better than that. Or, not Doctor Cindy, "just Cindy," she had told them, laughing at Jamie's over-formal introduction. That was forever ago now, all the way back at the start. It wasn't a bad job, either. She was genuinely a delight to work for, and grad school wasn't the cheapest place to be. T.A.ing gave them better access to faculty as well, and most importantly, provided them with ample reason to see her.
They felt bad about that, too. But again and again Jamie would catch themself wanting the late-night texts to be more than last minute reminders for the following day's lessons. Jamie didn't mind the late texts. They were friendly enough, and they both kept odd hours. True, it wasn't professional, but there were worse things to be. Cindy was never nasty, never unkind, always all smiles and lingering touches. Jamie positively itched for her hands on their body, those immaculately manicured nails tapping against them as she touched their hand lightly. Jamie knew, of course, that she was just a friendly person. She was a hugger, that was no reason for their thoughts to run rampant. They did, of course--run rampant, that is. Without even meaning to, they'd catch themself indulging a fantasy of late night office hours, Cindy asking them to stay after class and the way her voice would sound wrapped around their name.
Jamie, a wondrous cry as her nails dug into their skin, pleading with them, breathless as she let them make love to her. They imagined those hands against their fly, wandering up their chest, beckoning them forward with a sultry gesture, unbuttoning her shirt dramatically. Jamie, Jamie.
Those hands starred in more fantasies than Jamie cared to admit. Once she had let her fingers brush the skin at the nape of their neck, just above their hairline, and Jamie hadn't stopped buzzing for a week. They weren't proud of it, but they were also powerless to stop it; they were only human, after all. The thought was addicting; Cindy would laugh at their joke, throwing her head back, and suddenly Jamie would catch themself wondering if that's how she looked in bed. Or she'd hold their arm just a little too long, seem too excited to see them each morning. But it was nothing. Of course it was nothing. Jamie wasn't stupid, just… Wistful.
Restocking the printer, Jamie sighed, looking at the clock. The doors had been locked outside ten minutes ago, barring anyone new from entering until the morning maintenance crew. The receptionist already left, giving Jamie a kind smile and wave on her way. She knew Jamie always stayed late. After working so long with eccentric types, you got used to weird hours, they supposed.
Now the mailers were filed, the handouts stapled, and rubrics marked. Not bad, they congratulated themself. Only ten after closing might be a new record. All they had to do now was let Professor Cindy know, and they'd be free for the night.
They walked down the hall, eager to get home for dinner. They were reasonably sure they still had some stir-fry left over from two nights ago. Nice- the last thing they wanted to do was slap together a meal. Stopping at Cindy's office, they lifted their fist to knock on the cracked door, pausing when they heard a giggle.
"No ifs ands or buts, Missy. You promised." Jamie recognized Alex's voice.
"Almost done! I'm almost done."
"You're always almost done!" There was an exasperation to the tone that sounded like it could be a joke, but they couldn't quite tell. Jamie decided to wait a moment, not wanting to walk into an argument.
"Oh, my poor baby. Such a mean liar wife, is that right?" Cindy spoke in a mock-sympathetic tone. Jamie could hear her getting up, crossing the room to where Alex stood behind her desk. She was smiling, teasing him with gentle pats on his cheeks.
"Hey now, don't you speak about my wife that way." Putting on a facade of seriousness, Alex managed a frown, holding Cindy's hands back by the wrists.
"Nasty wife. Evil wife." Cindy made her hands into claws, growling playfully.
"No!"
"Monstrous wife! Heart of ice wife!"
"Such untrue accusations! How can you spread such lies?" Gasping in faux scandalization, Alex continued holding Cindy by the wrists, tugging her forward to kiss her face as she laughed.
"I don't know, I heard your wife's a real hardass."
"Ah, see, there's the mistake. What they actually said was my wife had a HOT ass." He punctuated the sentiment by grabbing her ass, pulling her flat against his chest and into a kiss.
Jamie flushed, very aware that they should not be here right now. They looked up and down the hall. The only way out was past the door, and there was no way they wouldn't see them. They briefly considered sprinting before putting the idea aside. Too loud.
"Lies and slander. Who would say such a thing?"
"I can think of at least one person."
"Other than you."
"I meant other than me. I'm sure your special little friend has had ample time to notice your booty."
As much as it wasn't their business, Jamie agreed with Alex. Cindy had gotten into the habit of wearing pencil skirts that made it impossible not to notice her butt.
"Oh, stop," Cindy giggled.
"No, no, it's fair. I mean, works of art are meant to be admired."
"Now you're just making fun of me."
"What? Never, never, never." The words faded into whispers and then kisses. Cindy wrapped her arms around Alex's shoulders, jumping startled when he pinched her butt. Jamie ached with jealousy.
"Al!" Cindy tried to swat his hand away, but he held fast, laughing as he bombarded her with kisses. Cindy giggled too, shoulders rising up by her face. "Stop!"
Alex didn't stop. In fact, he wrapped his arms firmly around her, kissing her neck fervently. Cindy's giggles died down, becoming a breathy sigh as Alex slowed as well, the tickling pecks now becoming long, drawn-out kisses along her throat.
"Al." Her voice was breathier this time, a warning and also a plea. Jamie watched the way her features cinched, face resettling into a look of seriousness. The effect was negated by the way her eyelids fluttered, chest heaving with her sharp breath in as he sucked a mark onto her neck, hands coming up to hold her by the waist.
"Yes, darling?" Alex's reply was all feigned innocence, pretending he didn't know exactly how she bent back against him in response to his lingering care.
Jamie's heart stood in their throat, ready to suffocate them at a moment's notice. This was bad. They shouldn't be here. Again, they glanced up and down the hall. Everything was so quiet now, the sound of slow kisses filling the vacuum space. If they moved now, they'd be caught for sure. Jamie wondered if they could back up slowly enough to not be seen. As if hearing them, the motion activated lights in the main office switched off.
"What was that?" Alex whispered.
"Office lights. I think we're the last ones."
"The last ones, you say?" Mischievously, Alex resumed kissing the back of her neck.
"You're a fiend," Cindy giggled.
"Yes, I am." Happily, he ran his hands along the sides of her body, smiling triumphantly when she gasped.
Slowly, he worked his way up her ribs, fingers splaying wide open, as if trying to touch as much as possible. Jamie looked around again, unsure if they were entirely sorry that no new escape routes had appeared.
Alex kissed the side of her neck, hands busily kneading across the front of Cindy's button-up, cupping her breasts and squeezing.
"Al," Cindy groaned, craning her neck into the kisses. "There could be someone left- What if they see?" Jamie watched the smirk play in his eyes, the way his fingers tightened over her chest as he snapped his hips against her ass, making her moan so beautifully again.
"Oh, because you would hate that."
"I'm serious!"
"You don't think I can play nice? Worried I'll break your little boy toy?" There was a smiling growl in his voice that made Jamie's stomach flip.
"Oh hush," Cindy groaned, still smiling.
" Doctor Lucinda, Doctor Lucinda, is there anything I can do for you? Grade those papers? Wash your car? Apply your sunblock? "
Cindy laughed, the sound changing into a panting whine.
"And what of it? Is helpfulness a crime?"
Alex smirked. "Oh? Were you hoping for some extra help?" He began popping open the buttons of Cindy's shirt, taking his time. Like a velvet curtain pulled back before a play, the cotton parted to reveal such soft expanses of skin, Jamie had to grit their teeth to hold their moan in. Alex's hands worked back up her abdomen, dimpling Cindy's breasts where his fingers dug in.
"Like you'd hate having a new little friend."
"We both know I'm not the target here."
"You have no proof."
"Oh, Doctor Lucinda, my dick is so heavy and I have nowhere to put it!"
Jamie flushed, taken aback by the vulgarity.
"Jamie's a good boy, they would never say that," Cindy poorly suppressed a giggle as she admonished Alex, who was busy wiggling the shirt over her shoulders.
With a throbbing horror, Jamie only barely managed to suppress the shout in their chest.
"Oh of course. A place for every good boy, and every good boy in their place," Alex muttered, almost absent mindedly. Jamie shifted their weight, irritatingly aroused. This should be their worst case scenario, but they couldn't bring themself to feel any real shame.
"Are you jealous?" Cindy's hand came up to cup the back of Alex's head, fingers carding into his buzz cut. Jamie watched him shiver, lips pressing into the crook of Cindy's neck in a bliss they were all-too familiar with.
"No, of course not. Like I said, everyone in their place. Who am I to stop a young dyke from getting on their knees for you?"
Cindy gasped, moaning as Alex's fingers raked up her now bare abdomen, massaging her breasts steadily.
"You just want someone to boss around."
"I doubt either of you would really mind."
Jamie caught themself nodding along with the sentiment.
With a surprising quickness, Alex tugged the straps of her bra over and off her shoulders. Cindy gasped as he began to toy with her nipple, biting at her ear.
Jamie forced themself to take their time with Cindy's sudden nakedness, working their way from the slope of her shoulder down the perfect curve of her chest, eyes tracing along the still-tucked fabric at her waist before climbing her ribcage back up to her arm, stretched behind her as her nails combed along the back of Alex's head. Her lip caught behind her teeth, the skin flushed the same immaculate shade of blush as her nipples. Jamie noted the string of faded purples trailing down and between her breasts, inhaling sharply at the thought of being so lucky.
With another snap of his hips, Alex pushed her against the desk, Cindy's entire body shuddering with her moan. Using her free hand, she tried to hike up her pencil skirt, getting it bunched in the process. Alex chuckled, letting one hand slide down the expanse of her bare stomach before helping her lift the skirt. Jamie could no longer see his hand, but watched in rapt attention as Cindy's hands snapped against the desk, knuckles going white as she moaned. Alex nipped her throat, hand on her breasts pulling her back up against his chest. He slid her knee up onto the desk with a fluid quickness, fingers resuming their work between her legs.
Cindy grasped for him, pressing his palm firmer against her chest, re-tightening her hand in his hair. Her back arched as she whined, spine curling and breasts punctuating each of Alex's movements with small bounces.
Untangling his hand from hers, Alex pressed his fingers into Cindy's mouth, muffling the sound, and Jamie couldn't decide if they were more irritated or jealous at the change. They rocked their weight again, caught between the concepts of Cindy's lips closing around their fingers with a happy smirk and Alex's fingertips on the flat of their own tongue, pressing down against their teeth as he watched them in bemused contentment. Jamie wanted both, wanted all of it, wanted to keep watching but also desperately wanted to unbutton their pants and find some relief.
Alex's hand began rocking against Cindy quicker now, thrumming steadily. Her legs twisted, breath gasping as she clutched Alex tighter, eyes squeezed shut into fine lines. Jamie wanted to kiss the crease between her brows, wanted to tell her how beautiful she was, how exquisite. They wanted to be so lucky as to get to work her to orgasm, would spend hours doing so, wanted to bury their face between her thighs and let her ride their tongue until she was too tired to continue and then do it all again.
"Al," Cindy moaned, his name being pulled like floss from between her teeth. Jamie would have died to hear their name said that way, but Alex simply kissed her jaw, shifting his hands ever so slightly until Cindy was nodding fervently. "Perfect," she gasped, "yes, perfect, good- I-" she whined again and Alex retucked his fingers into her mouth. Jamie thought it must feel like playing a violin, getting to feel all that buzzing energy on your fingertips.
They watched the way his fingers fit against her, thumb pressing to the crux of her thigh as the back of his hand bobbed up and down. The angle obscured the view, but Cindy's reactions left little doubt as to the skill with which he worked her. Marriage must be helpful like that. Or it least marriage with someone like Alex. Jamie's stomach burned with the thought, flickering between the conflicting desire to be him and the need to be his . Their breath hitched as he ran his tongue over the fresh marks along Cindy's neck.
Cindy's leg shifted further over and the knot in Jamie's belly tightened at the sight. Alex had such big hands. Jamie imagined those hands over theirs, Cindy first teasing then gasping as Alex taught them exactly how to make her feel good. They imagined those hands clapping on their back, unzipping their jeans, and wasn't sure if they ought to be glad their packer wasn't affected by how infuriatingly hard they were.
Alex continued pumping his fingers into Cindy, whispering into her ear as he did so. She nodded softly, pulling his hand from her mouth and down to her breast again. Alex happily gripped her once more, kissing behind her ear as he continued rocking against her. Her hair fell over her shoulder, curling against her collarbone softly. Jamie watched as she clamped her own hand over her mouth, stifling her groan. Jamie wanted so badly to kiss her then, to feel the tenseness unwind from her body as she shuddered, chest bouncing with Alex's thrusts. They watched as she squinted against her orgasm, hands fluttering with urgency. Alex continued whispering in her ear, smiling contentedly as he slowed, then stopped, giving a few light brushes over her before removing his hand. Slowly, Alex brought his fingers to his mouth, winking at Jamie as he did so.
Everything inside Jamie became cement, falling into his feet. Maintaining eye contact, Alex smirked, pulling the fingers from between his lips slowly before beginning to kiss along Cindy's shoulder, arm circling around her in a gentle hug. She shivered, letting him move her easily as he entangled their fingers, kissing along her arm until he was pressing one last lingering kiss to the back of her hand. Cindy smiled happily, chuckling quietly. Lips still pressed to Cindy's hand, he let go. Pinned in place, Jamie held still, breath catching at Alex's happy smile, the sheer glee in his eyes. Overwhelmed, they dropped his gaze, watching Alex's hand as he rubbed himself in long, slow strokes before meeting his eyes again in time for another smirk.
"So," Alex stared at Jamie but spoke to Cindy, "your little friend."
"Yes?" Her voice lilted. Jamie stood rooted, trying to remember how to run. It'd been a while since grade school track and field. First they'd need to convince themself to leave, which was becoming more and more painful by the moment. They should have just left. Why had they stayed? The longer they put it off, the worse it got, and soon Cindy would actually kill them. Still watching Alex, Jamie resolved themself to the fate of an unemployed corpse.
"You tryna have us make you into a Cin sandwich?"
"Two nice butches giving me all the attention? How could I not?" She smiled lazily, drawing a hand down the back of Alex's head, chuckling when he leaned into the touch.
Cindy brought her leg down off the desk, stretching for a moment before getting onto her knees, tugging Alex to her by the belt loops. Alex smirked again, petting Cindy's hair back as she opened his fly. Jamie wasn't sure what to make of the fact that Alex seemed to have momentarily forgotten them. Perhaps it was a miracle. Perhaps he was feeling unreasonable generosity. Or maybe he was just kind enough to spare them the embarrassment In any case, it was a blessing, and Jamie was ready to run away and cut their losses. But then Cindy was tugging the elastic of Alex's boxers down, humming happily as she took his cock in her hand.
"What was it you said earlier? Dick's too heavy and you have no place to put it?"
"That wasn't me, it was your brat of a T.A." Jamie flushed even though they knew it was a joke. Cindy chuckled again, but then the sound became a combination of groans as she slid him into her mouth.
Pulling back over the tip, Cindy began to work the shaft, pumping as she spoke. "Just think how fun it could be, having a teammate."
"Is sex a sport now?" Alex grunted a laugh.
Cindy shrugged. "I know you like to win. And like I said, they're very smart. Why, I bet they'd learn all your tricks in no time."
"And I'm sure you'd be all too happy to help them study. Oh James, come eat this pussy, darling ." Jamie flushed, guts pole vaulting over their heart.
"Why do I sound like a British nanny?"
"An excellent question." Alex retangled his fingers into Cindy's hair, pulling it into a ponytail of sorts as he half-thrust into her mouth. Cindy groaned again, cheeks hollowing around him, causing Alex to pull in a breathy gasp between his teeth.
Looking up again, Alex held Jamie's gaze, hips moving with Cindy's movements.
"It could be nice, having someone to tag team. Someone else to play with while I fuck you." Alex smirked knowingly. "I bet if we asked real nicely they'd let you ride their face as you sucked my dick."
Cindy pulled back with a pop, "Don't be crass." But Jamie was already busy trying not to rub one out right then and there, jeans now feeling criminally tight.
"I bet they'd love being your little pillow, getting to play with your tits as I fucked you. Or maybe we can have a nice spitroast, let them learn that tongue's not just good in lectures."
Cindy whined, the sound strained. Her free hand went back down between her legs, working in a rhythmic circle.
"It could be lots of fun. And if they're as quick a learner as you say, the possibilities are endless." Alex's jaw was tighter now, but he watched Jamie with the same amused stare, head cocked to the side ever so slightly. "After all, James is a good boy, aren't they?"
Jamie wasn't sure if it was meant to be an insult, but they did know they could not be any harder. Alex finally looked away, watching Cindy with adoration as he hissed out a tight groan, slowly sliding her off with a pop. Cupping her jaw, he kissed her deeply, craning her neck up towards him. Her fingers continued to flutter between her legs, desperately seeking out her next orgasm. She whined when he pulled back, staring down at her face with besotted love. Leaning down further, he placed his lips against her ear, smiling as she whispered to him.
"So soon? You sure?" He sighed at her whispered response, smiling softly. "Oh, but it's such a fun game." His gaze flickered to Jamie with a smile. Cindy giggled, fingers trailing down his arm. "Yes, alright. James, it's been fun but my wife wants to know if you'll help fuck her now."
Still frozen, Jamie only stood there, tongue stuck in their mouth with every apology they could conjure. Every muscle in their being was telling them to bolt, but unable to agree upon a direction. Perhaps they could do it all at once, unravel themself entirely.
"Either way, won't you be a doll and close the door behind you?" Cindy spoke breathlessly, the words tripping from her tongue.
They thought of pinching themself to wake up, but if this was a dream, which seemed more and more likely, would it be so bad to see how it ends?
"What? Feeling shy?" Teasing gently, Alex helped Cindy stand with a smirk. Balancing shakily, she wiggled out of her skirt and shoes.
Unsure what else to do except comply, Jamie stepped into the room, feeling very much like they were either walking into a trap or the best day of their life as they closed the door behind them.
"You don't- I mean- I didn't mean to-" Jamie's words caught in their throat as Cindy perched on the desk, letting her legs spread as she resumed playing with herself.
"Yes, I'm very lucky. Now," Alex clapped a strong hand on Jamie's shoulder, making them startle, "pleasantries concluded, would you like to help fuck my wife?"
Jamie could feel the heat in their ears as they flushed. "I- I-" Taking a moment to try to quiet the alarm bells resounding in their head, Jamie swallowed hard before nodding emphatically.
"Alright," clasping a hand on their other shoulder, Alex steered them to the desk, spinning them around to face him. "We can start easy, okay?"
"Uh, sure," Jamie tried to keep their voice from squeaking as Alex maneuvered them onto the desk, carefully moving a stack of papers aside.
"No grand sweeping gesture, Al? Clearing away the clutter in a fit of passion?" Cindy giggled quietly, the sound becoming a gasp. Jamie shivered.
"Oh, you might actually kill me." Alex shook his head, taking Cindy by the hands and depositing her neatly between Jamie's legs. Jamie squeaked again as Cindy boosted herself onto the desk as well, naked back pressing to their chest.
"This alright, Jamie dear?" She spoke over her shoulder with a smoldering grin, voice still light as always.
"Very alright," Jamie cleared their throat, embarrassed as Cindy and Alex laughed.
"Do you want to touch me?"
"Can I?"
Cindy nodded with a laugh. "Of course." Jamie hesitated, and as if sensing their nervousness, Cindy took their hand with her own, gently bringing them to her breasts.
The skin was so warm, so soft, so… naked. Jamie groaned and they laughed again, Cindy encouraging them with a squeeze of her hands. "Go on. I won't bite." Gently, Jamie tested the moment, rolling their fingers against her. Cindy sighed, perhaps overdramatically, and Jamie gotthe impression she was doing everything she could to encourage them. Letting her hands drop, she gripped Jamie's knees, leaning her head back against their shoulder contentedly.
"Here." Taking one of Jamie's hands, Alex rearranged their fingers so that they were cupping Cindy's breast more firmly. Jamie watched as Cindy arched into the touch, both of them gasping in delight as Alex pulled her nipple between his teeth, sucking a red mark onto the skin. Still holding onto Jamie's hand, Alex pressed up, tightening their grip. Cindy reacted readily, moaning loudly. Testing the waters, Jamie ran their finger over her bottom lip. Cindy opened her mouth wider, letting their fingers brush against her bottom teeth before closing her lips around them, sucking. She whined noisily as Alex flattened his tongue, licking from the bottom of her breast up her nipple.
Letting go of Jamie's leg, Cindy tugged Alex against her by the belt loops, Alex's breath hissing between his teeth as she began to stroke him again.
"Al," she sighed, breath stuttering as he held her hips, rocking against her.
"Like this," taking Jamie's hand from her mouth, Alex brought it down between Cindy's legs. They brushed over the soft thatch of hair, parting the curls nimbly, as if still afraid to be told off. She was warm, soft and slick as they brushed down along her. Pressing their fingers down, he began to rub them in steady circles. "Good," Alex murmured, nodding. "Just like that." Jamie fidgeted under the praise, entire spine becoming electric static as Cindy's hand came up to clutch at the nape of their neck. Alex took over stroking himself, chuckling in amusement at the wonder in Jamie's eyes. "Yes, very lucky indeed," he muttered, kissing the tip of Cindy's nose. "Hey," turning his deep eyes back to Jamie, he smirked, "Listen to this."
Cindy's shoulders drew up and in as Alex slid inside her, his groan a low grunt of pleasure. Jamie held her tighter, trying to keep her secure as she shuddered, whining beautifully. Reaching around, Alex grabbed Jamie by their pockets, holding them tight as they began thrusting with a low rolling movement. Cindy and Jamie gasped together, a mixed tone of excitement as she pressed back against them, ass creating an unfair pressure against their packer. Jamie tensed the fingers gripping her breast, keeping her flat to their chest as they panted against her neck, not brave enough to leave a mark of his own.
"Jamie, please don't stop," Cindy whined. They hadn't even realized they'd stopped, too distracted by the feeling of Alex's cock slipping between their fingers and into her. Quickly, they began rubbing in loose circles around her clit as Alex chuckled.
"Always so needy, aren't you, Cin?" He kissed her, the hum of her moan becoming a vibrato between them.
Breaking the kiss, he stared at her blissfully, his lips still just above hers. He stayed there, even as he drew his attention back to Jamie with a goading smile. "I told you, didn't I? Lovely." Jamie nodded breathlessly, the eye contact making all their hair stand at wanting attention. "What's the matter, kid? Cat got your tongue?" Bringing a hand to his mouth, Alex parted his index and middle fingers into a V, sliding his tongue between them teasingly. All of the blood not already in their cheeks pooled between Jamie's legs.
"Al," Cindy whined.
"I know, I know;" Alex dropped the gesture, grasping Jamie by the chin, holding their face close to his own inquisitively, a playful look in his eyes. "But Jamie's a good boy. You don't mind, do you James?" Jamie shook their head slowly, rapt as Alex pushed his fingers into their mouth. They could taste Cindy on them, a salty viscous sheen over his fingertips, closing their lips and sucking as he pulled his fingers back slowly with a pleased smile. "Yes, a very good boy."
The sound they made as Alex kissed them wasn't the most butch noise ever, but it was lost anyway against the gasping cry Cindy gave at being smushed between the two. Alex held Jamie's chin between his fingers, other hand digging into their ass. Jamie circled Cindy's clit in tighter circles, desperate to have her cum, not only for the simple pleasure of the gesture, but also for the domino effect it could bring. They weren't disappointed either, Cindy crying out in splendor, digging her nails into Jamie's hair. Alex slowed to a heavy, deep rhythm, letting her ride out her climax happily, catching Jamie's bottom lip between his teeth as he groaned.
Cindy nodded quickly, tapping Alex's shoulder. "That's good- I can't- I-"
Kissing her forehead, Alex pulled out. "Had enough?"
Cindy sighed in response, resting her forehead against him as she tried to steady her breathing. "Give me a moment, I'll finish you in just a second, I just-"
"I'll do it." Jamie flushed, embarrassed as they both turned to them. They cleared their throat self-consciously. "I mean, if you want, I- I can-"
"Quick learner, you were right," Alex chuckled, looking Jamie over with a tilt of the head. "You sure?"
"Yes please." Jamie spoke too quickly, feeling bashful when Alex laughed at their excitement.
"Not the target, my ass." Stretching, Cindy hopped off the table, sliding her office chair over. With a nimble gentleness, she corralled Alex into it. "Your turn to sit," she kissed his cheek. "You've been working so hard."
"Oh, poor me," Alex played along with a barely hidden smile as Cindy stood behind him, fingers kneading his shoulders.
No longer trying to hide their eagerness, Jamie folded themself between Alex's knees, staring at his cock. Maybe they ought to invest in a bigger one for themself.
Gingerly, they licked along the tip, sliding their mouth down around it. Alex sighed, reclining back as he gave a light thrust into Jamie's mouth. Gentle fingers carded into their hair, giving an inquisitive tug that Jamie leaned into readily, groaning.
"Easy there, tough guy. Don't hurt yourself," Alex chuckled as Jamie slid as far down as they could, desperately wanting to show off how good they could be. Taking their time, Jamie came up slowly, making sure their audience was watching as they popped their mouth over the tip, looking up to meet Alex’s eyes.
“Goddamn,” Alex growled, bringing his other hand to Jamie’s head. “Do that again.”
Pleased, Jamie complied, moaning blissfully as Alex bucked up against them. They began to stroke him in long slow movements, just as they had seen him do through his pants.
A third hand combed through their hair, nail gently scraping behind their ear. Jamie looked over in time to see a smiling Cindy lowering herself onto the floor beside them sleepily, head resting on the arm draped over Alex’s thigh. “You’re so beautiful, Jamie,” she sighed, looking them over with a lazy tenderness. Jamie flushed, unsure what to do with such kindness. Eyes half-lidded, she watched Jamie’s movements as she placed her hand around Alex’s dick, stretching a finger out along the length. Not stopping their own attentions, Jamie let their mouth slide over her finger as well, groaning a tight sound that came from their chest. “Wonderful,” she smiled, voice soothing and impossibly erotic as she all but purred the word. “Don’t you think so, Al?” Alex didn’t speak, too busy with his own desperation. “Come here,” with a hand to their jaw, Cindy steered Jamie towards her face. Alex whined in frustration. “Oh, hush,” Cindy grinned, though she didn’t look at him. All the same, she began pumping him with a rhythm that was only fast enough to keep him frustrated, pulling Jamie to herself in an open-mouthed kiss.
Jamie could taste the beeswax in her lipstick, already giddy off the thought of all the stains she’d leave. Her tongue slid behind their teeth, daring them further than they allowed themself to go. At least, not yet. Jamie groaned, eyes near watering as her leg pushed between theirs. “You’ve been neglected, poor thing!” The teasing sympathy in her voice made them instinctively buck upwards, unfairly aroused. Cindy laughed, kissing them again.
“Cin, you’re killing me,” Alex griped, only semi-joking.
“Don’t get greedy.” Turning to Alex for only a moment, she smiled wickedly. Kissing Jamie again, she straddled their thigh, pressing up against their packer. Jamie gasped and Alex rutted uselessly against the hand Jamie had forgotten on his dick. Cindy sighed, humming a low moan against Jamie’s ear as she rocked against him once more.
“You’ve gotten off twice already! For the love of god, give someone else a turn. You’re using the poor kid.”
“I don’t mind.” Again, Jamie spoke too quickly, causing the couple to laugh.
“See? They don’t mind.” Squishing Jamie’s cheek against her own, she turned their faces towards Alex, pouting dramatically. “You’re just mad the attention’s off you.”
Unsure who they ought to be paying attention to, Jamie began stroking Alex in earnest again. “I- I can do both.”
“They can do both,” Cindy repeated the words matter-of-factly, still making wide eyes up at Alex.
“I swear, you’ll be the death of me,” Alex sighed, but there was no real disappointment in it. “Come back,” they steered Jamie’s head gently, pulling them back down to his crotch.
Cindy shifted to straddle their thigh, neatly sliding her leg between Jamie's. As they bobbed their head down, Cindy pressed her leg up, making them moan with the wonderful pressure. Alex’s fingers tightened in Jamie’s hair, guiding their speed. It was a good thing too, because Cindy’s hands had worked their way up under their shirt, digging into their back with each roll of her hips. Jamie winced, gasping around Alex’s cock, trying their best to keep quiet as she licked up the side of their neck, nipping at them.
“So beautiful,” she muttered again, sucking the beginning of a hickey onto their skin. Jamie whined, hips now grinding in rhythm against Cindy, every movement rewarded with a breathy gasp and dig of her nails. Her fingers raked down their back, drawing them further into a perfect state of bliss. The pitch of her breath climbed, puffs of air warm against their ear as she panted, rocking against them fervently. “I’m so close, Jamie, please, Jamie, please-”
Whatever it was she wanted, she could have it. Jamie resumed working Alex with his fist, leaning into the direction his hands gave them, equally helpless to leave either be. Cindy clawed at their back again, desperately clinging onto them, muffling her shouts against their throat. Jamie quickened their pace, unsure whose benefit it was really for, but not caring either way. Every movement sparked along their nerves, and they wanted, they wanted, they wanted-
Cindy came first, long and heavy, taking her time riding it out against Jamie’s thigh. Lazily, she leaned back against Alex, watching Jamie with a bemused smile. Reaching a hand up, she began pumping him again in long, smooth strokes, matching Jamie’s speed. Her eyes traced over the marks she had left on them, a contented smile on her face. Alex’s breath hissed with a caged frustration, and Cindy smiled larger, chuckling. Looking up, she traced her nails along the outside of his leg.
“Something wrong?”
“Cin-” His voice was a warning tone, though it wasn’t a threat so much as a question mark. She answered readily, kissing his leg before leaning back, letting Jamie work. Alex’s fingers tightened in their hair, Jamie moaning at the delightful pressure, lowering themself as far down as they could. Alex bucked upwards, obviously restraining himself, which Jamie thought was awfully polite, if unnecessary. Next time they’d be sure to let him know.
Alex gasped loudly as he finished, pulling Jamie off with a beleaguered nod. Cindy laughed, kissing Jamie’s cheek before wiggling her way out. “Are we feeling better?” she teased, kissing Alex’s cheek as well, sliding herself onto his lap.
Jamie sat back on the heels of their feet, wiping their mouth with the back of their hand. “Thank you.”
“Jesus christ,” Alex rubbed his eyes, exhausted. “You don’t have to thank me, kid.”
“I’ll take the thanks,” Cindy smoothed the fabric of his shirt over his shoulders. “You should be more worried about being rude, though. You can't just call people that.”
“Alex can call me whatever he wants.” Jamie shifted, embarrassed and flattered at her unnecessary defense to his pride.
“Whatever I want, you hear that?” Alex laughed, and Cindy tried to stifle a smile. “Now that’s a spitfire dyke in the making.”
“Don’t let Al bully you, he’s a big softie,” Cindy chided Jamie playfully, giving Alex a light shove which he grinned whole-heartedly at.
Jamie blushed again. “It’s fine, really.”
“You’re making them nervous, Cin,” Alex gestured to them dramatically. “Let them alone, before you kill us both.”
“Oh, but what a way to go,” sliding off his lap, she caught Jamie’s face between her hands, smiling down at him happily. “If I had the choice between right here and heaven, I doubt I’d be able to tell the difference.”
Jamie swallowed hard, staring up at her with adoration. If girls like her weren’t proof of a loving god, they didn’t know what was.
“Now then,” picking her skirt up from the floor beside them, she stepped into it, resituating her bra and top back up and over her shoulders. With a glance at Alex, he got up from his chair with a grunt, coming up behind her to zip her skirt. “Speaking of rudeness, it would be just terrible for us to leave you unfed. Would you like to come over for dinner?”
“I-” Jamie glanced around themself, trying to replace their reality. They stood warily. “I won't impose. Besides, I have some leftovers, I’ll be fine.”
“Jamie,” she smiled at them, head tilted to the side mischievously as she took a beat, “Let’s try again. We would like for you to come over so we can take care of you . Properly. So are you absolutely certain?” Her fingers walked up Jamie’s chest to his shoulders, long nails becoming stiletto shoes for both angels on their shoulders, each of which begged Jamie to accept.
“Oh, I, uh-” Jamie cleared their throat looking away. “I need to stop at home first, to grab some… things, but, I mean, if you really insist-”
“Perfect!” Cindy clapped her hands together, eyes sparkling. Alex fidgeted around her, fixing her clothes so that they laid neat. “Let’s say an hour from now?”
“Sure, sure, of course. Whatever’s most convenient for you.”
“So chivalrous.” Alex rested his head on Cindy’s shoulder. “I assume my wife will text you the address?”
“It’s a plan. See you soon, Jamie darling.” Taking their face between her hands, she kissed them one last time, Alex giving them a simple nod as she took his arm, leading him out the door.
The heavy wooden door shut behind them with a thunk , the sound echoed by the noise of Jamie’s body collapsing into the chair behind them. Down the hall, Cindy giggled.