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Xie Lian’s last day as a teaching assistant could certainly be going better, she thinks wryly.
“I’m so sorry!” The nameless undergrad in front of her wails for the hundredth time.
“Ah, it’s really alright,” Xie Lian placates for the hundredth time herself. “Please—let’s all just get back to the test,” she says, desperate for the other students’ eyes to be off of them and the embarrassing accident that just happened.
“You should really watch it!” Feng Xin projects from her left instead of dropping it.
From her right: “Food and drink aren’t allowed in here,” Mu Qing’s icy voice reminds.
The student looks like he’s ready to die, but not before Feng Xin and Mu Qing get to him first. He dips down into another low bow and stutters out one last apology before scurrying over to his desk to take his test. Xie Lian sighs and looks down at the cold mess on her shirt.
Ah, of all the days to wear a sheer white blouse! The iced coffee that was spilled on her is slowly sinking into the fibers, turning the front of it a translucent, watery brown. Her white bralette can be seen through the fabric now and, even worse, the dark brown of her nipples is starting to show through, too.
Ah, at least it wasn’t a hot drink…
She sighs and looks up, making eye contact with Mu Qing, who’s moved to stand in front of her. Mu Qing’s regularly impassive, if not intimidating, expression is nowhere to be found, and she looks as shocked as Xie Lian has ever seen her.
“Mu Qing?”
Mu Qing’s eyes continue to look at Xie Lian’s face before darting down to her chest. She’s starting to turn pink; Xie Lian is speechless from seeing the other woman so embarrassed.
“Feng Xin! Give her your jacket,” she hisses.
“What? Fuck off, give her yours.”
Xie Lian sighs again, ready to break up another fight between the two of them, when Mu Qing startles both women: she doesn’t argue back, but instead silently takes off her cardigan to give to Xie Lian. She doesn’t say anything, just glares at the floor with a red face as she holds it out.
“It can’t be that bad,” Feng Xin says in disbelief, rounding the desk to see the mess made of Xie Lian’s shirt. “Let me see.”
Xie Lian, embarrassed to have this much attention on her—especially from her former childhood friends—starts to put on Mu Qing’s offered cardigan. When Feng Xin’s eyes bulge out of her head, however, she wonders if it really is that bad.
It must be, because Feng Xin rushes to take off her jean jacket, holding it open to block Xie Lian from the students’ view as she works on getting the cardigan over her billowy chiffon sleeves.
“Hurry,” Feng Xin grits out, eyes darting back and forth from Xie Lian’s chest to random spots on the chalkboard behind her.
“Ah, thank you, Feng Xin,” Xie Lian says, confused but ultimately touched by the gesture. “Mu Qing,” she acknowledges once she’s finally gotten the cardigan on.
Both women grumble out responses with red faces, noncommittal. They do, however, come to stand on each side of Xie Lian as she sits at the large, wooden desk at the front of the classroom. They surprise her by staying there for the remainder of the test, flanking her like two loyal watch dogs, glaring at anyone that looks at Xie Lian for too long. Xie Lian doesn’t know why she’d need their protection—the damage has already been done to her shirt and what little there is left of her pride—but she doesn’t say anything to them.
When the last student has turned in their test Xie Lian breathes out a sigh of relief. The mess on her shirt is cold and sticky and wet—she’s grateful for the warmth of Mu Qing’s cardigan but she can’t wait to go home and change.
She also needs to get this in the wash as soon as possible, she thinks as she stacks the tests in a neat pile; she doesn’t have a lot of clothes, and has even less that are nice enough to wear to work as a teaching assistant. It would really be a shame for her shirt to be ruined because some spacey undergrad wasn’t paying attention and dumped his whole drink on her.
She packs her things up slowly but efficiently, grimacing at the feeling of the wet fabric sticking to her chest. With nothing else to be done before leaving, she takes off her borrowed cardigan and goes to hand it back to Mu Qing. Both Feng Xin and Mu Qing look startled to see her without it, though.
“It’s fine—just keep it on,” Mu Qing says, embarrassed for some reason.
“You should listen to her,” Feng Xin says, surprisingly firm.
“It’s really okay,” Xie Lian says, bemused. “I wouldn’t want it to get dirty during the bus ride home.”
Both women look alarmed at that.
“No fucking way you can ride the bus like that,” Feng Xin blurts out.
“She’s right,” Mu Qing rushes to say.
Their joint concern makes Xie Lian pause.
“What do you suggest I do?” She asks genuinely. “It’s going to rain soon and I live too far to walk.”
Both women pause. Then, Feng Xin: “How far do you live?”
“Ah? I’m across town, past the warehouse district.”
Mu Qing looks up sharply and glares at Feng Xin. “Give her a ride home,” she demands.
“Yeah? What do you think I was planning on doing?” Feng Xin challenges.
“How would I know?” Mu Qing shoots back.
Both women maintain eye contact for a tense second. Xie Lian, a little uncomfortable and more than a little confused, puts up her hands and laughs wearily.
“Ah, haha, it’s really okay. The bus comes soon, and I don’t want to get caught in the rain, so I should really get going. Thank you, you two, for all your hard work this semester.”
Now both glares are turned back on her.
“You’re not taking the bus,” My Qing snaps. “And you’re not walking home in the rain.”
“Fuck no,” Feng Xin confirms. “Let us give you a ride home.”
Xie Lian sighs for the thousandth time, resigned to her fate. Then—wait a second—
“‘Us’?” She blurts.
Mu Qing goes beat red and looks up at the ceiling. Feng Xin smirks wryly.
“We live together,” she informs Xie Lian.
“Oh!” Xie Lian is genuinely surprised.
She knows—or thought she knew—that the two women both harbored an extreme dislike for each other: they’ve been at each other's throats since they were young prep-school students and never seemed to grow out of it. To hear that they live together is more than surprising to Xie Lian.
“I didn’t know that,” she says weakly.
“Well—we do. So let Feng Xin give you a ride,” Mu Qing grits out.
Another sigh, this time resigned. “Alright,” Xie Lian agrees. She hands Mu Qing her cardigan, which she only takes after Xie Lian wearily asks, “Where did you park?”
Feng Xin takes her bags from her and Mu Qing quickly ushers her out of the room, but not before Feng Xin drapes her jean jacket over Xie Lian with a blush. Xie Lian doesn’t ask why the two of them are acting so squirrely and weird, rushing her out of the room; they’re doing her a favor and they’re not fighting, so that’s enough for her.
“Thank you for the ride,” Xie Lian says as she hops in the back seat of Feng Xin’s beat-up SUV.
“Don’t mention it,” Feng Xin says.
They drive off and she looks around at her many bags that Feng Xin dumped in the back before realizing that, in their haste to get out of the classroom, she must have left her small tote bag. Oh no—
“My keys!” Xie Lian exclaims. “I left my apartment keys in the classroom!”
Both women turn to her with varying levels of worry and irritation on their faces. Mu Qing clicks her tongue and gestures to the clock on the dashboard.
“The buildings are locked already; closed for the day.”
“You’ll have to get them tomorrow,” Feng Xin finishes.
Xie Lian groans softly, mentally cursing her luck. “I don’t know what to do now…”
Mu Qing scoffs. “You’re staying with us, of course.”
Xie Lian waves her hands around rapidly. “Ah, no! Please, I don’t want to impose. There’s a pretty comfortable bench not too far from the next bus stop; you can drop me off there.”
Now both women look at her, horrified.
“A fucking bench!” Feng Xin yells. “What the fuck!”
“You’re not sleeping on a bench,” Mu Qing hisses, icy. “Outside. In the rain.”
Xie Lian doesn’t tell them that she’s been effectively homeless enough times to know that this particular bench without any hostile architecture is a luxury—she’s afraid that would upset them even more, and she’s hoping to keep this fragile truce with them going. Plus, Mu Qing is right: it’s started to sprinkle and the dark sky promises heavier rain ahead.
“I won’t take up very much space—you won’t even know I’m there,” she placates instead.
“It’s fine, fuck,” Feng Xin says. “A fucking bench…”
Xie Lian doesn’t say anything as Feng Xin changes direction and the short ride to their apartment passes in relative silence. Every so often Mu Qing will complain about the radio station, or Feng Xin will curse at another driver under her breath, but mostly Xie Lian just watches the buildings change from glamorous, university-owned towers to regular city apartments in the quiet of the backseat.
When they pull up to a nondescript apartment complex, the rain has really started to come down, heavy and oppressive. Fen Xin puts the car in park under the cover of a mid-sized tree and Mu Qing hops out first. She all but commands Feng Xin to help Xie Lian with her bags, which she does after a few muttered curses. Xie Lian feels a little uncomfortable and unsure now that they’ve arrived but she dashes out of the rain all the same.
As she follows both women up an outdoor staircase, she starts to feel more and more awkward. It’s been so long since the three of them were together like this—outside of their jobs as teaching assistants—and she doesn’t know where she fits in their little trio anymore. It makes her pause and reflect when she enters their apartment and she sees how domestic the scene in front of her is, sees the evidence that they do indeed live together—that they’ve created a life together without Xie Lian.
Feng Xin dumps her bags onto the floor and winces when they land with a heavy noise.
“Oops,” she says genuinely when Mu Qing turns to glare at her.
Xie Lian stands awkwardly off to the side, unsure where to go. Mu Qing puts her own bag away in the hall closet and swishes her high ponytail before darting off to another room; Xie Lian assumes it’s the bathroom when she hears the faint hum of a fan turning on. Her suspicions are confirmed when the sound of a shower rings out in the small apartment. Feng Xin curses.
“I was going to shower first,” she grumbles, walking away from the bathroom’s hallway and towards the kitchen. “She takes fucking forever. Do you want anything? Water? A beer?”
Xie Lian pauses. “Ah, some water would be nice.” She slips Feng Xin’s denim jacket off of her shoulders and hangs it over her arm. “Thank you for the jacket, too.”
Feng Xin’s ears are red and she rubs the back of her neck. “Really… don’t mention it.”
She comes out of the kitchen with a glass of water and some sort of imported beer. She walks into the living room and sits down on the cough with a gusty sigh.
“Here—sit, sit.”
She gives Xie Lian the water and lets out another tired sigh. Xie Lian gingerly sits down on the edge of the couch and cradles her water. She’s paranoid that she’s going to make a mess somehow—accident prone as always—and her old friends will remember one of the reasons why they all eventually cut ties. Feng Xin must sense her discomfort and snorts.
“You’re not going to break anything,” she jokes.
Xie Lian gives a weak smile. “Ah, aha, I’ll do my best.”
She leans back into the couch and turns her gaze to the TV that Feng Xin flips on after a moment of messing with a complex-looking remote. It’s some sort of sports channel where a group of attractive women sit at a round table and discuss the recent scores for—something. Xie Lian isn’t really paying attention anymore, as she’s registered the framed pictures hanging on the wall around the TV.
They’re all pictures of the two women, and they’re either smiling or kissing in all of them. Xie Lian, who usually isn’t the best at picking up on these things, had suspected they were together, but seeing the evidence in front of her is a little disheartening for some reason. Mu Qing seems happier than she’s ever seen her, and Feng Xin looks absolutely love-struck in every photo. Xie Lian is genuinely happy for them, but she still feels her heart sink.
Where would she be in their lives if they hadn’t gone their separate ways? She can’t stop thinking about it or looking at the pictures on the wall. The sports program continues to play but Xie Lian is fixated on what’s around it.
Eventually, the shower cuts off and Mu Qing comes strutting out of the bathroom with a cloud of steam following her. She’s only wearing a towel and, surprising Xie Lian, she comes into the living room just in that. She rolls her eyes and scoffs when she sees what’s on the TV and the beer in Feng Xin’s hands.
“Meathead jock,” she bitches.
“Shut up—come here,” Feng Xin responds.
“Why should I?” Mu Qing retorts, flipping her long hair, but she’s already walking towards the couch.
Feng Xin, surprising all of them, grabs Mu Qing by the waist and brings her in until she’s standing between Feng Xin’s spread legs. Mu Qing’s eyes dart to Xie Lian and her face, already pink from the steam of the shower, reddens even more.
“What are you doing,” she hisses, clearly embarrassed.
“What?” Feng Xin asks, innocent. “Just wanted to say hi.”
“We have company.”
Xie Lian looks down and brings up her hands in a placating gesture. “Ah, please, ignore me.”
“How could we?” Mu Qing scoffs, but her blush and embarrassed expression ruins whatever effect she was going for.
Her blush deepens when she looks at Xie Lian’s chest. Xie Lian can’t tell if it’s embarrassment or anger, because she turns to Feng Xin and yells the other woman’s name.
“What is wrong with you? Give her something else to wear!”
Feng Xin just sighs and closes her eyes before resting her forehead on Mu Qing’s stomach.
“You do it—I don’t know her size,” she excuses.
Mu Qing bitches at her a little more for being a bad host, but her hands have come up to gently scratch at Feng Xing’s undercut. After a minute of scolding and petting, she pushes Feng Xin’s head off of her.
“I’ll get her something,” she says, going easily after the fuss she just made.
She comes back out with a pair of sweatpants that are roughly Xie Lian’s size and a large sweatshirt—obviously not one of her own—and Feng Xin scoffs when she holds it up.
“I could’ve done that.”
“Why didn’t you?”
“I thought she’d want to be in something that fits her—and stop fucking stealing my shit!”
“It’s your shit?”
“I bought it, didn’t I?”
“We literally have a shared bank account!”
“Ah—thank you! Do you have a room I could get changed in?”
Both women stop bickering and turn their glares on Xie Lian. Feng Xin clears her throat and both their gazes soften.
“The bedroom and bathroom are down that hall,” she directs. “You can use one of those.”
“Use the bedroom,” Mu Qing says, suddenly firm and weirdly squirrely.
“Many thanks!” Xie Lian chirps out before going where directed.
Xie Lian stands up and rushes to get changed, ecstatic to be out of this dirty shirt and into something comfortable. Her heart ticks up when she thinks about wearing clothes that belong to the other women… Interesting, she thinks. In her haste to get dressed she picks a random door and enters—she’s then confronted with the area most concentrated with evidence of Feng Xin and Mu Qing’s relationship.
There are pictures everywhere—ranging from professional portraits hanging on the wall to blurry polaroids on their nightstands—and their long king size bed is in complete disarray. Unable to help herself, she walks over to the largest picture on the wall and smiles when she registers how happy the two women look together. Her heart gives a weak lurch.
She looks down at the dresser below the picture, unable to handle Mu Qing’s embarrassed but pleased expression, or the way Feng Xin looks overjoyed to be placing a kiss on the other woman’s cheekbone. Her eyes bulge out of her head, however, when she sees the top drawer of their dresser has been left part way open.
Harnesses and ropes and all types of colorful toys peek out of the drawer, surprising and scandalizing Xie Lian. She’s an adult—she’s had sex and knows that other adults have sex—but seeing that her old friends are such an, ah, adventurous couple is certainly a shock! Especially since she didn’t even know that they were together until a few hours ago!
The pouring rain outside can no longer be heard over her heartbeat in her ears. She can’t take her eyes off of the different textured ropes or the brightly colored cocks in front of her. She blinks and notices the matching rings on top of the dresser in a small glass dish; they don’t exactly look like engagement rings, but it’s still a show of intimacy that she feels outweighs all the sex toys in the world.
Done snooping and feeling weirdly tender, she quickly changes. She comes back out holding her old clothes and hopes neither woman will comment on how long it took her, but thankfully no one looks up when she walks back in, too invested in whatever bickering conversation they’re having. Mu Qing is still in her towel and sits on the arm of the couch; Feng Xin has a possessive hand on her exposed upper thigh. Xie Lian feels herself zero in on the point of contact.
Specifically, she zeros in on the divots Feng Xin’s long fingers leave in the layer of fat on her thighs. Despite arguing with her, Feng Xin’s hands are massaging and kneading the skin there. There’s also a light smattering of dark hair that Xie Lian follows all the way down her shapely legs. She brings her eyes up to where her towel ends, and feels her face heat.
“Thank you for the clothes and a place to stay—I can’t express how much it means to me,” she says after clearing her throat and averting her eyes.
Both women look at her like she’s grown a second head.
“Of course,” Feng Xin says earnestly, as if there was never any other option. Then, she turns to Mu Qing and teases, smug, “I knew you wouldn’t forget her size.”
Mu Qing blushes and knocks Feng Xin’s hand off of her leg after she gives one last teasing squeeze.
“Fuck you,” she curses, though she doesn’t sound like she means it. She gets up and comes to stand in front of Xie Lian. “Here—give me those,” she commands softly, taking Xie Lian’s dirty clothes from her. “We have laundry to do anyway.”
“If we even have enough hot water after your long-ass shower,” Feng Xin teases.
Mu Qing doesn’t respond, just brushes back her long hair, which she’d put back into a ponytail at some point, and flips off Feng Xin.
Xie Lian watches her go and feels her heart stutter again—the shape of her lithe body can be seen, accentuated by the towel tightly wrapped around her, and her surprisingly shapely hips swish as she walks away. Both Feng Xin and Xie Lian blatantly stare as she bends down to open the washing machine’s door. Her long hair falls to the side and exposes her back and her long neck.
Xie Lian feels her mouth water. Surprised at her own reaction, she clears her throat and looks away, somewhat guilty. She starts to walk back to the couch when Feng Xin turns to her.
“Could you get me another beer while you’re up?”
“Ah?”
“Feng Xin, you lazy bitch, don’t ask her to get you one,” Mu Qing yells at her from inside the washer. “You don’t need anymore, anyway.”
Feng Xin rolls her eyes. “They’re in the fridge; bottom shelf.”
Xie Lian finds herself walking to the kitchen and opening the small fridge off to the side. Sure enough, there are golden bottles of some type of beer with large foregin characters on the side. Feeling bold, she takes two back to the living room and keeps one for herself. She’s not usually a drinker, but right now her emotions are all over the place and she feels like a beer might help them settle down.
She responds to Feng Xin’s shocked look, complete with raised eyebrows and all, with a genuine smile. Feng Xin’s eyes widen and she clears her throat.
“Good—help yourself,” she says gruffly but genuinely.
Mu Qing walks back in after messing with the washing machine for a few moments. She doesn’t go to the bedroom to change, like Xie Lian expects, but instead gets a beer for herself and sits down on the couch in between Feng Xin and Xie Lian.
“Might as well,” she murmurs before taking a drink.
Xie Lian feels—something—when she looks over and catches Feng Xin’s charming smile and Mu Qing’s elegant profile. She takes a drink of her own beer to cope with these feelings that keep popping up. She feels a little guilty and a lot confused; they’re in a relationship, she keeps reminding herself. She needs to stop being so… so covetous!
She’s finding that she wants to enjoy the women’s attention on her again, like when they were younger and closer than anyone. She wants Mu Qing to help her get dressed for a party they’re sneaking off to and to hold her hair back when she has too much to drink; she wants Feng Xin to wrestle with her like they did after their respective sports practices, always gentle and letting her win in the end.
She misses their old dynamic, for sure, but she’s finding that she also wants to create a new, better one. One a bit more intimate than their relationship when they were younger—Xie Lian didn’t even know it was an option for them to date each other until today.
Stop this, you’re thinking about this for nothing, she reminds herself.
After all, she doesn’t have any evidence that these two want anything to do with her. They’re just being nice to an old friend, effectively taking her in from the streets; she shouldn’t expect more from them. Especially if they never reached out to her before this—before they were all assigned the same professor as teaching assistants this semester. Then again, it’s not like she reached out either…
She takes another drink of her beer; or, more accurately, she takes multiple gulps to silence her thinking. When she finishes half of the bottle, she pulls back with a small grimace. She doesn’t like to drink to start with—and this beer is certainly an acquired taste, she thinks.
Feng Xin lets out a boisterous laugh and reads her mind. “Not to your liking?”
Mu Qing snickers at her expression, though not entirely unkindly.
Xie Lian lets herself laugh along with them. “Ah, not much of a drinker, I’m afraid.”
“It’s not your fault this beer sucks,” Mu Qing says.
“No one’s forcing you to drink it,” Feng Xin says to the room at large. “In fact, that’s less for me…” She seems to realize.
“We’re doing you a favor,” Mu Qing sniffs again. “You’re annoying when you’re drunk.”
“Is that so?” Feng Xin says, suddenly predatory.
Mu Qing looks on with a raised eyebrow—she looks… pleased? Xie Lian is confused as to what kind of game both of them are playing right now.
“You’re right—you’re annoying sober, too,” Mu Qing says.
Xie Lian watches silently, not wanting to break up whatever’s going on right now. She sneaks another sip of her beer and, at the movement, she makes eye contact with Feng Xin.
Feng Xin growls and leans over to playfully bite Mu Qing’s neck. Mu Qing laughs and slaps at her with her free hand.
“Brute!” She giggles.
Feng Xin glances over at Xie Lian again and bites down again. “Mm,” she hums.
Xie Lian feels frozen. She doesn’t know what’s going on at all, ah! She’s usually not the greatest at reading the room, admittedly, but even she can pick up the—ah—amorous vibes going on here. She just can’t understand why they’re doing this with her here… unless they’ve forgotten about her presence.
Oh, no, how uncomfortable! While she doesn’t usually care about being awkward—long having thickened her face enough for situations like this—she’s finding it’s different right now. She wants to be a part of this little game they’re playing, even if she doesn’t totally understand it. She doesn’t want to be just a bystander.
She finishes her beer and then clears her throat. Feng Xin’s eyes roll to hers, lazy and pleased, but Mu Qing visibly stiffens and pushes Feng Xin off of her. Feng Xin goes reluctantly and her gaze switches back to her girlfriend.
“Ahem, ah, you monster,” she breathes out—it surprises both her and Xie Lian how breathless she is.
Feng Xin looks pleased, like she expected such a reaction. She raises an eyebrow and smiles, rouge and handsome, before leaning in to kiss Mu Qing’s neck.
Xie Lian stands up abruptly. “Ah, if you don’t mind, I’ll take a shower now!”
She all but rushes to the bathroom and closes the door. She flips on the fan and doesn’t hear Mu Qing’s embarrassed Wait! until she’s already turned around and looked at the shower.
It surprisingly takes her no time at all to zero in on the small, black objects sitting neat and organized on the rim of the bathtub. She’s sometimes slow to pick up on things like this, but there are only so many things shaped like that, ah!
She doesn’t really have any questions as to why they’re out—she had seen the other sex toys in their room, it’s not a stretch to see a line of butt plugs in their bathroom—and she now understands why Mu Qing was so squirrely about her using their bathroom.
She gets that they wouldn’t have known to, ah, clean up after themselves—her presence here is a very spontaneous one. But why is there an uncapped, wet bottle of lube in the shower, she wonders as she moves forward like a woman possessed.
Without thinking, she reaches in to turn on the water. She wants to—has to—see if the lube and plugs are wet because the water spray reaches them. But no; they’re out of the way enough that even when she sticks her hand in the water they don’t get sprayed. Could that mean that Mu Qing was using them…? But why…? Xie Lian blushes furiously.
She undresses and quickly hops in the shower to warm up from the rain and the cold beer, though her face feels hot enough as it is. The whole time she’s hyper-focused on the various plugs on the side of the shower, each one longer and thicker than the last. Xie Lian wonders what size Mu Qing is wearing. It would either have to be the smallest or the largest, as the line is still sized and doesn’t appear to be missing any—
She slams the shower handle down to cold and gasps when the freezing water hits her skin. In her shock, she drops the body wash and it hits the ground with a dramatic bang. She’s bending down to pick up the bottle when the bathroom door slams open and Feng Xin’s panicked voice rings out over the shower and fan.
“Xie Lian? You okay?”
“I’m fine!” Xie Lian shouts back.
Except, in her shock at someone suddenly bursting into the bathroom, she turns her body too quickly and missteps. She slides on the shower floor and grabs onto the shower curtain in her attempt to break her fall; it, of course, does nothing for her, except cause a loud clattering noise when it hits the floor.
“Xie Lian!”
Before she knows it, she’s being lifted off of the shower floor, more than a little shell shocked. She looks up at Feng Xin’s handsome—ah—concerned face and smiles, dazed. Feng Xin looks even more concerned as she holds her, tight and secure, in a bridal carry.
“Did you hit your head?”
“I did,” Xie Lian answers honestly.
Feng Xin curses colorfully and calls for Mu Qing. The other woman comes running in, but her eyes dart around the room. She seems speechless at the scene before her: a naked Xie Lian in Feng Xin’s arms, dazed and smiling weakly; the shower curtain on the floor and water spraying everywhere, flooding the small bathroom; the various butt plugs scattered around the floor, chaotic and lewd. Whatever she focuses on, it makes her cheeks flush bright red.
“She hit her head,” Feng Xin tells her, a little panicked.
“It’s not going to kill me,” Xie Lian says.
Both women look horrified at that. “But are you hurt?” Mu Qing asks.
“Not really—just dizzy,” she responds. “I’ve had worse.”
Feng Xin curses again and turns around, quickly, dashing into their bedroom. The sudden movement makes Xie Lian’s head swim and she grabs onto Feng Xin’s bicep in surprise.
“So that’s what’s under your button-ups,” she mumbles. “Very nice.”
Mu Qing trips behind them; Feng Xin huffs out a laugh, but her face still looks concerned. Xie Lian registers that, once again, she’s made a mess and dragged her two old friends into it. She starts to wiggle in Feng Xin’s arms.
“Oh no—I said I wouldn’t cause any accidents,” she whispers as she’s laid onto their bed.
Both women huff out small laughs.
“It’s really fine,” Feng Xin says.
“We wouldn’t expect anything else,” Mu Qing says, but her tone is more gentle than Xie Lian would expect.
It isn’t until she’s smiling at her old friends that she realizes she’s naked—it seems they realize that at the same time.
“Ah—fuck,” Feng Xin mumbles.
Mu Qing rushes to throw the bed’s comforter over Xie Lian’s exposed body; Xie Lian immediately closes her eyes and adjusts to the dizziness after being laid down. When she opens her eyes, both women are looking at her, concerned.
“Ah, please, I didn’t mean to cause such a fuss.”
Mu Qing rolls her eyes and goes to the bathroom to shut off the shower and throw some towels on the floor.
“It’s fine,” Feng Xin insists. “Just—don’t go to sleep. How hard did you hit your head?”
“Ah, not very hard at all. It’s mostly my side that’s sore…”
“Roll over; Feng Xin can give you a massage,” Mu Qing projects from the hallway. “She took a sports medicine class last semester and used to practice on me—it’ll help.”
“Sure, I can do that,” Feng Xin agrees easily.
Xie Lian must really have worried them if they’re not fighting. “Ah, it was just a little fall…”
Mu Qing walks in the room and sits on the other side of the bed. She looks at Feng Xin pointedly.
Feng Xin, somewhat awkwardly: “Alright—roll over then.”
Xie Lian obediently rolls over, laying still. She figures she should just go along with it; she doesn’t want to upset them now that they’ve made up their minds. When she’s on her stomach, Feng Xin rips the covers off of her. Xie Lian startles a little.
“Gentle, you brute” Mu Qing reprimands.
Feng Xin grunts and, startling Xie Lian even more, swings her leg up and over her prone form, straddling her naked lower back. She keeps most of her weight off of her, though, thick thighs straining.
“What hurts the most?”
“Ah, my right side.”
Feng Xin’s hands come down to start massaging the right side of her body. She sucks in a harsh breath.
“It’s red—this is going to bruise.”
Mu Qing brings a hand to Xie Lian’s left shoulder and just… rests it there. She hums sympathetically.
Xie Lian—again—doesn’t know what kind of situation she’s found herself in. She’s completely naked, still dazed from her fall, and is all too aware of Mu Qing—also naked under her threadbare towel—and her hand resting on her own bare shoulder; as well as Feng Xin, whose khaki pants are firm and rough against her back, muscular thighs caging her in. She feels wrapped up in the two women, laying in their bed and surrounded by them on all sides. When her eyes start to feel heavy, Mu Qing lightly pinches her on her arm.
“No sleeping,” she says.
Xie Lian hums out her response, but she’s feeling really relaxed and comfortable right now. It isn’t until Mu Qing shifts her hips and lets out a little gasp that Xie Lian remembers what she saw in the shower—and what Feng Xin and Mu Qing apparently get up to. She suddenly feels like she’s overstepping her boundaries just by being here.
“Ah, that’s enough Feng Xin, thank you,” she says. “I’ll go back to the living room and get out of your hair for the night.”
She goes to sit up but Mu Qing pushes her back down; Feng Xin huffs and sits down on her with more force. Xie Lian can feel her strong, muscular thighs straining where they’re straddling her body.
“Stop moving,” Feng Xin murmurs as she continues to firmly kneed at Xie Lian’s back.
She blames her dazed brain when she whispers, “But you two—I saw—ah, aha, never mind me, please; I hit my head and don’t know what I’m saying.”
Mu Qing stiffens and Feng Xin’s hand pauses.
“Well, looks like we’ve been caught,” Feng Xin says wryly.
“Feng Xin!” Mu Qing hisses.
“What? She obviously knows,” Feng Xin argues. “It’s not like we cleaned up before she got here.”
Xie Lian wants to melt into the mattress as the two women have their bickering conversation over her. She really didn’t mean to get in the middle of anything! She had offered to leave them alone in their room—how did she get in this situation, ah!
“I didn’t want to miss a day!” Mu Qing argues. “You agreed!”
“I didn’t say it was your fault,” Feng Xin barks back.
“You were the one who wanted to ask her—”
“I said no one was blaming you!”
“Ah, aha, I can go back to the living room now, thank you for the massage, Feng Xin—”
Mu Qing’s hand on her shoulder pushes her down again. Both sets of glares are now focused on her.
“Lay down! We’re fighting over you,” Mu Qing hisses.
“Fucking—stay still,” Feng Xin says, exasperated.
Xie Lian lays back down and snaps her mouth shut. She listens to the two women bicker about something and tries to piece it all together. They’re fighting over her? But she thought they were arguing about the—ah—sex toys? What does that have to do with her?
“My mistake—I thought she’d be into it,” Mu Qing snaps, ice cold. Her hand on Xie Lian’s shoulder tightens and her nails bite into her skin.
“Into—what?” Xie Lian murmurs with her face shoved in the mattress.
“Into us!” Feng Xin explodes.
Mu Qing hisses out the other woman’s name; Xie Lian feels dizzy again.
“Were you trying to—to seduce me?” She asks in shock.
Both women go quiet and still around her. Xie Lian, again, can only hear her own heartbeat and the downpour of rain outside.
“‘Trying’ being the key word,” Feng Xin eventually says.
Mu Qing is silent but starts to squirm.
“Do you want to take it out?” Feng Xin asks.
Mu Qing sucks in a breath. “No use, now.”
Xie Lian wiggles a bit. “Does that mean you’re really—?”
Mu Qing goes still again.
Feng Xin answers for her. “Yeah, she is.”
Xie Lian’s head is spinning, but she’s not dumb; she can see what’s being offered to her and has no plans to ruin it for herself. She’s trying to figure out a way to smoothly let the other women know she wants them too when Mu Qing beats her to it:
“You’re not like, interested, are you?” She asks bluntly.
Xie Lian feels her face heat. She remains laying flat with Feng Xin’s weight on top of her and tries to collect herself.
“Ah, and if I am?” She asks hesitantly.
Mu Qing’s hand twitches, ever so slightly, where it still sits on her naked shoulder blade. She inhales sharply and Xie Lian can feel Feng Xin shift her weight on her lower back.
“Are you?” Mu Qing demands.
“I—I am.”
Feng Xin puts her full weight down on Xie Lian at that. She wasn’t trying to anyway, but now she truly can’t wiggle away and get out of the conversation. She stills even further when Feng Xin speaks up:
“You really want us?”
“If you two really want me,” Xie Lian answers honestly.
Mu Qing inhales quickly and Feng Xin lets out a disbelieving chuckle. She starts to slide off of Xie Lian’s back as she mutters something like all this time and then, surprising Xie Lian, she reaches over to kiss Mu Qing for a quick minute—it’s surprisingly passionate and open-mouthed from the start.
“Well—Kiss her,” Feng Xin tells her after she breaks their kiss and Mu Qing just stares at her lips for a dazed moment.
Xie Lian watches, vaguely lost, as Mu Qing’s face goes beet red and she turns her eyes to Xie Lian.
“You’re not fucking with us?” She asks.
Xie Lian shakes her head; Mu Qing sighs again.
“See? Kiss her,” Feng Xin says again. “Unless you want me to go first.”
Mu Qing snaps at her and shifts her body until she’s facing Xie Lian. “Get up. Um—please.”
Xie Lian, aware of her nudity, sits up and reaches for the comforter to keep her front covered. She guesses that they’re past that now, but she’s still unsure and clings to the blanket. Mu Qing scoots that much closer to her.
“Can I really kiss you?” She asks.
“You really want to?” Xie Lian asks back.
Mu Qing huffs—what do you think?—and brings her hand up to cradle the side of Xie Lian’s neck. The next thing Xie Lian knows, Mu Qing’s eyes are on her mouth and she’s leaning in with half-mast eyelids and open lips. She has only a few seconds to realize that she’s really about to be kissed by one of her childhood best friends. She closes her own eyes and waits for Mu Qing’s mouth to meet hers.
When they do meet, it’s a soft and experimental press of lips together, and it makes Xie Lian tingle all over. Mu Qing hums softly into it and presses her lips against Xie Lian’s that much harder. They stay together for a sweet moment, Mu Qing’s thumb swiping up and down on Xie Lian’s neck pleasantly. When they pull apart they spend another minute looking into each others’ eyes, somewhat dazed and disbelieving at what just happened.
Then Feng Xin snorts loudly from the other side of the bed.
“Baby, I said kiss her.”
Mu Qing turns beet red, embarrassed. Xie Lian smiles softly—she looks like a fussy kitten with her hackles raised, soft and undone from the shower but still prickling with indignation.
“I’m—being gentle!” She hisses.
“You’re not going to break me,” Xie Lian tells her softly.
Mu Qing’s eyes flit back to hers. Her nails rake pleasantly over the side of Xie Lian’s neck. She looks like she has a point to prove and pulls Xie Lian into a kiss more passionate and wet than the first.
Mu Qing puts her all into making out with Xie Lian. Xie Lian feels almost as shell-shocked as when she fell—to say Mu Qing is talented with her mouth is an understatement. She uses her tongue to expertly coax out Xie Lian’s and they twine them together, licking and sucking and dancing.
Xie Lian can’t remember the last time she kissed someone like this—absolutely filthy and surprisingly desperate. Mu Qing sucks on her tongue and Xie Lian accidently lets out a whimper when she cracks open her eyes and sees the picture the other woman makes.
Her eyes are half-mast and slightly glazed over, looking straight at Xie Lian. Her hair is up and out of the way, exposing her bare face, which makes her look softer and more vulnerable than usual. Without makeup, Xie Lian can see the lovely blush that sits high on her cheekbones. It makes Xie Lian want to kiss her back even harder, for whatever reason—so she does.
The two women lose themselves in the other’s mouth. It’s so messy; easily the messiest kiss Xie Lian has ever had, and she’s finding she loves how dirty and passionate it makes her feel. She’s wearing Mu Qing’s spit all over her lower face and Mu Qing is wearing hers in turn. She hums and her hands fist the comforter’s material even tighter.
Suddenly, “You can grab her hair—she likes that.”
The two women gently work themselves apart and turn to face Feng Xin. Feng Xin groans and Xie Lian suddenly sees why: she has the button of her sacks undone and her hand is currently rocking back and forth under the fly. Xie Lian inhales at the same time as Mu Qing.
“Pervert,” Mu Qing breathes out.
Feng Xin shrugs, unbothered, as her hand continues to work inside her pants.
“Not fair that you should have all the fun—I saw you over there, squirming, fucking yourself on that plug. You’re not very subtle,” she teases.
Mu Qing’s face is red again and she looks close to exploding. Xie Lian, like a woman possessed, experimentally grabs her ponytail and tightens her grip, pulling slightly. Mu Qing gasps, a surprisingly sweet little sound that Xie Lian immediately wants to hear again; she tightens her grip even more until Mu Qing’s thick hair is pulled taught from her scalp.
Mu Qing, surprising Xie Lian, throws herself forward into another kiss and whimpers into it. Xie Lian closes her eyes and lets out a sweet, matching whimper of her own. Feng Xin groans, low and pleased, and Xie Lian can hear as she works on shuffling her pants off. Then, after a minute of trading tongue-heavy, messy kisses, Xie Lian feels the mattress adjust to Feng Xin’s weight as the other woman knee-walks to the other side of the bed and slots herself behind Mu Qing.
“God,” she groans. “Can’t help myself, sorry.”
Xie Lian doesn’t know why she’d need to apologize. She herself had thrown out her self-control the second Mu Qing touched her neck.
Feng Xin puts her hands, large and work-worn, on Mu Qing’s waist.
“Going to unwrap you now, baby, okay?” She says hotly into the back of her neck before dropping a kiss onto the flushed skin.
Mu Qing whimpers into the kiss and Xie Lian sweetly echoes her. Feng Xin groans and curses.
Xie Lian cracks open her eyes and ends the kiss, wanting to see Mu Qing as she’s unwrapped.
Feng Xin untucks the edge of her girlfriend’s towel and gently unwinds it from her body. The result is Mu Qing, who looks away with a hot blush that Xie Lian can now see goes all the way down to her tits—her surprisingly perky tits, with cute, dark-brown nipples that Xie Lian suddenly wants to touch and play with.
“Can I?” She asks.
Mu Qing looks at her then away again before she nods stiffly—cute, Xie Lian thinks, after they’d just spent so long kissing that she’s still hesitant—but it’s Feng Xin that answers her.
“Fuck, yeah, do it. She likes it rough.”
Xie Lian brings both hands to Mu Qing’s tits and cups them, wanting to feel their weight in her palms. They’re incredibly soft, too, and Xie Lian has the fleeting thought to bite into one like a fresh steamed bun. Instead, she gently holds them and brings her thumbs up to swipe back and forth over her nipples until they’re hard under her touch.
Mu Qing arches her back and Feng Xin moves her long ponytail to the side so she can kiss up the column of her throat. Xie Lian feels like she’s in a dream as she watches it happen in front of her. She looks down at where she’s fondling Mu Qing’s gorgeous tits and can’t believe she’s allowed to be a part of this.
When Mu Qing’s whines have started to grow breathier and more desperate, Xie Lian looks over to see what Feng Xin is doing to her. The other woman is rocking her hips into the fat of Mu Qing’s ass, manipulating the plug inside of her with her thrusts. Xie Lian feels lightning shoot up her spine.
As she sits in stunned silence, coming to terms with essentially watching Mu Qing getting fucked in the ass, Feng Xing reaches around to play with Mu Qing’s clit. She kisses under her ear and coos, though it comes out gravely and desperate.
“You’re so wet, princess.”
“Don’t call me that,” Mu Qing whines as she kicks her hips forward, searching for more friction.
Feng Xin hums, noncommittal, and continues to toy with her girlfriend’s pussy while kissing her neck. Xie Lian can hear the loud, wet noises that ring out in the quiet of the room as Feng Xin’s hand moves between the other woman’s legs. She also hears her own breathing pick up.
Feng Xin looks at her with dark, heavy eyes and pulls away to hum out, “You’re next.”
Xie Lian, for the second time tonight, feels her body shiver involuntarily and her pussy gives a violent twitch. Feng Xin grins and bites down onto her girlfriend’s neck. Mu Qing gasps and fucks her hips forward, then gasps again when she throws them back to meet Feng Xin’s thrusts.
Xie Lian can’t believe there’s a plug—the largest one they own—nestled deep inside of her ass, but the scene in front of her won’t let her forget.
“How—How does it feel?” She hears herself asking before her brain catches up.
Feng Xin smirks. “She asked you a question, princess.”
“Shut up,” Mu Qing moans.
She looks at Xie Lian and Xie Lian is surprised at how glassy her eyes are and how utterly fucked-out she looks. Feng Xin continues to kiss behind her ear as she pants and moans.
“Feels—ah!—so fucking good,” she settles on.
Feng Xin laughs. “Is that the best you can do?”
“Right now, yeah,” Mu Qing huffs.
Xie Lian is shocked that she would admit defeat like that—she must be feeling really overwhelmed with pleasure if she’s not bantering back. Feng Xin seems to realize the same thing and picks up the pace of her hips, snapping them harder and fucking Mu Qing’s ass with the plug.
“Feng Xin—I’m close,” she says.
“Yeah, princess, I bet you are,” she says reverently.
She keeps circling Mu Qing’s clit as she snaps her hips and Xie Lian can just sit there, struck dumb and still, watching what is easily the most erotic thing she’s ever seen in her life.
“Gonna show Xie Lian how pretty you are when you cum?” Feng Xin teases lowly.
“Yes—Show me,” Xie Lian breathes out, suddenly desperate to be a part of this.
Mu Qing looks at her again, direct eye contact sending a bolt of electricity down Xie Lian’s spine. She looks—She looks like she’s getting fucked in the ass, honestly, and she looks like she’s absolutely loving it. Her pretty, plush lips are wide open and her eyes are half-mast and absolutely gone.
Xie Lian, overwhelmed, surges forward and connects their lips. Mu Qing makes a surprised, pleased noise in the back of her throat and kisses back with as much tongue as Xie Lian is using.
“Fuck yeah,” Feng Xin curses darkly.
Mu Qing is being rocked forward into Xie Lian’s mouth with every thrust of Feng Xin’s hips, and that thought drives Xie Lian wild. She remembers Feng Xin’s earlier words and grabs Mu Qing’s ponytail again and pulls.
Mu Qing lets out a gasp and her head falls back. Then her eyes close completely and she lets out the most beautiful, affected moan Xie Lian has ever heard. Her body locks up and then starts to gently shake before she finally relaxes into Feng Xin’s body behind her.
Xie Lian leans forward to gently and sweetly pepper her neck with kisses while Feng Xin lets out praise after praise.
“—so sexy, fuck, so fucking hot, cumming all over me while I fuck your ass, you’re so perfect, princess—”
Xie Lian hums her agreement while Mu Qing slowly comes back to herself after what looked to be a powerful orgasm.
“Fuck you,” is the first thing she says, though it’s slurred and she sounds completely relaxed and fucked-out. “Don’t call me that.”
Xie Lian laughs into their shared air and Feng Xin huffs.
“Whatever you say, princess,” she says as she thrusts her hips one last time.
Mu Qing cries out as Feng Xin rests her chin on the other woman’s shoulder. She looks at Xie Lian with a smug expression and gives her a dazzling wink. Xie Lian finds her cheeks grow warm at the action.
“What about you? Wanna go next?”
Xie Lian blush deepens even further. “Well—I’ve never, ah, that’s to say, back there before—”
Feng Xin laughs. “We don’t have to do that. How about you and I give the princess here a show, hm?”
Xie Lian finds herself nodding.
Feng Xin’s handsome smirk grows.
“Then what are we waiting for?”
She leaves one last smacking kiss on Mu Qing’s neck before knee-walking around her towards Xie Lian’s sitting figure.
“Can we unwrap you now?” She asks gently.
Xie Lian nods and moves her hands away from the comforter that’s covering her. Feng Xin’s replace her own before slowly dragging the comforter down her body, exposing her to the women’s twin gazes.
She feels exposed in the best way—she feels wanted. The realization that they actually want her makes her sit up further, exposing her body completely, and she boldly initiates a passionate kiss with Feng Xin. Feng Xin responds immediately, opening her mouth and turning her head, deepening the kiss instantly.
She distantly recognizes that Mu Qing is moving, but doesn’t register what she’s doing until she’s directly behind her. She presses her front to Xie Lian’s back and sighs out, a sweet, breathy thing, and Xie Lian moans into Feng Xin’s mouth at the feeling of Mu Qing’s tits pressing against her. She bends down to mouth at Xie Lian’s neck, drawing another gentle moan out of her.
Feng Xin pulls back to look at the two of them. “Fuck. Am I the one getting a show now?”
“Dream on,” Mu Qing laughs breathlessly. “I’m going to fuck my ass while you make her cum.”
Feng Xin’s eyes roll back and she curses colorfully. Mu Qing smirks into Xie Lian’s neck before placing one last kiss there and pulling back. She then maneuvers the two of them until she’s able to lay back on the impressive amount of decorative pillows that adorn the head of the bed.
“Princess,” Feng Xin says pointedly.
“And what about it?” Mu Qing snaps back.
She’s laying on her back with her legs tucked to the side. She reaches behind her and evidently starts to play with the plug inside of her. She moans, unabashed, and Feng Xin curses again. Xie Lian agrees.
She twists the plug and shuts her eyes before moaning, long and low. She plays with it for a few quiet minutes while Xie Lian and Feng Xin do nothing but stare. She eventually cracks open her eyes and glares at them.
“Well?”
“Yeah?” Feng Xin shoots back.
“I was promised a show, and Xie Lian was promised an orgasm.”
Feng Xin chuckles. “I guess you’re right.”
She knee-walks over to Xie Lian before dipping down to give her a surprisingly sweet kiss.
“Let’s give her what she wants.”
She maneuvers them until they’re seated and facing Mu Qing, Feng Xin behind her straddling her hips. She spreads Xie Lian’s legs and hums when she goes easily, exposing her throbbing pussy to Mu Qing’s half-lidded gaze.
“Fuck,” she curses at how red and swollen and visibly affected Xie Lian is. “Touch her, Feng Xin. She needs it.”
“Yeah?” Feng Xin hums into Xie Lian’s hairline.
She brings her hand to Xie Lian’s inner thigh and begins to play with the fat there. Xie Lian shivers at Mu Qing’s words and Feng Xin’s branding touch.
“You’re wet for us?” She noses behind her ear. “That’s so fucking hot.”
“You should see her,” Mu Qing moans, visibly manipulating the plug behind her.
“Shit, I bet she’ll feel even fucking better,” Feng Xin groans.
Xie Lian feels herself blush at being talked about like she’s not here. Mu Qing’s eyes catch hers and she keeps their gazes locked as Feng Xin’s hand slides up her thigh and starts to gently tease her pussy. Mu Qing and Xie Lian gasp in tandem.
“Oh, princess, you should feel how wet she is,” Feng Xin groans. “Looks like she liked what she saw.”
Xie Lian’s pussy twitches and she gasps; that and the wet, lewd sounds Feng Xin’s fingers are making in her slick are the only proof that she’s in the room with them as they talk about her.
“Give her a finger,” Mu Qing decides.
“You want that?” Feng Xin asks hotly into Xie Lian’s ear.
Xie Lian mewls out her response; both women huff out a laugh at that.
“I’ll give it to you, then,” Feng Xin promises.
She brings the pad of her middle finger up to Xie Lian’s swollen folds and swipes it through the middle. She hums consideringly then adds her index finger. She starts to play around in Xie Lian’s slick, stimulating her sensitive nerves in the process. Then, she holds up her fingers after a minute.
“Princess, look: she’s dripping.”
Xie Lian twitches at that.
“Yeah? Then you should give her what she wants,” Mu Qing groans.
Feng Xin leans in to ask, “How many do you want?”
Xie Lian slams her eyes shut, fighting off a full bodied shiver. “Two?”
“Fuck, yeah, of course.”
She brings her fingers back around to Xie Lian’s throbbing cunt and gently fucks her middle finger inside. She lets Xie Lian moan and adjust to the feeling for a quick second before she starts working her ring finger in, as well.
“There you go,” Feng Xian moans.
She adjust her wrist so that she can start fucking Xie Lian with her fingers, immediately causing her to throw her head back and let out a low, honeyed moan. Both women around her curse and moan in response.
“You sound so good,” Feng Xin groans.
“Make her do it again,” Mu Qing commands.
“Would fucking love to.”
She fucks her fingers in deep and starts to rock them against Xie Lian’s sweet spot, finding it immediately. Xie Lian’s back arches and she gasps out a shocked moan—she didn’t expect that it would feel quite so good from the very start.
“Feng Xin,” Xie Lian slurs out. “Good…”
The other woman huffs out a laugh. “Glad to hear it.”
She keeps pumping her fingers against Xie Lian’s sweet spot, causing her eyes to roll back and her back to arch. She fucks her hips a few times, involuntarily, lost to the pleasure she’s feeling between her legs.
She’s forced to come to terms with how long she’s been on edge—ever since she felt Feng Xin’s strong thighs caging her in during their impromptu massage.
“I’m—It’s so good!” She moans.
Feng Xin kisses down her neck. “Yeah?”
“It looks so fucking hot,” Mu Qing groans.
“I’m gonna cum soon,” Xie Lian realizes and announces to the room. “Feng Xin—”
The woman behind her moans. “You just got so tight—fuck, would love to see you stretched around my strap.”
Mu Qing, as she continues to fuck herself with the plug: “Fuck! Next time, next time.”
Xie Lian’s heart sings at the mention of a next time. She doesn’t know that she’ll survive this time, though: she feels stretched taut like one of Feng Xin’s archery bows, molded and malleable under the other woman’s expert hands. Her thick fingers flutter and press down onto Xie Lian’s sweet spot with laser precision, driving Xie Lian closer and closer to orgasm with every movement.
“I’m so close,” she gasps.
She reaches down to grasp at one of Feng Xin’s wrists for something to ground her—the pleasure is so all-consuming and overwhelming that she needs an anchor or she feels she’ll float away.
“Cum,” Feng Xin groans into her neck. “Cum for both of us.”
She adds that much more pressure onto Xie Lian’s sweet spot and, combined with her words, Xie Lian is helpless but to roll her eyes and throw her head back, cumming with an explosive wail and a small gush of liquid that sprays around Feng Xin’s talented fingers.
“Fuck!” Feng Xin curses.
Mu Qing’s eyes roll to the back of her head, too, and she starts fucking herself with the plug with a little more speed and urgency.
Xie Lian’s world, however, has narrowed down to the pleasure overwhelming her body, causing her body to lock up and her throat to let out a low, honeyed moan. She eventually relaxes against Feng Xin’s sturdy body behind hers and bucks her hips, following the motions of the other woman’s fingers as they’ve stopped fluttering and started fucking.
“Feng Xin!”
“That’s it,” the other woman murmurs, encouraging her orgasm to keep crashing over her in powerful waves.
Xie Lian feels completely overcome when she eventually comes back to herself, needing a few minutes to get herself together. She pants with her eyes closed as Feng Xin gently starts to slow her finger-fucking, enjoying the way the pleasure flows through her body with every one of Feng Xin’s expert movements.
“That was so fucking hot,” Mu Qing comments from the head of the bed after a few moments of nothing but panting and moaning. “I want to feel her next time.”
Next time. Xie Lian, dazed and fucked-out as she is, still registers that Mu Qing has said that twice now. She feels her heart swell and her anxieties start to quiet.
“Fuck,” Feng Xin curses mindlessly as she pulls her fingers free from Xie Lian’s swollen and well-loved cunt. “Princess, look.”
She holds her hand up for Mu Qing to see, right in front of Xie Lian’s face, and stretches her fingers apart to admire the way Xie Lian’s cum glistens and coats her hand. Mu Qing moans and continues to touch herself, rocking the plug into her ass.
“Can you cum like that?” Xie Lian finds herself asking, in awe of the sight in front of her.
Mu Qing moans and considers her words, still working the plug in and out of herself. It’s Feng Xin that answers her though.
“Fuck, probably not. Do you want to help her out?”
Xie Lian feels her cunt twitch at the thought of getting her mouth of Mu Qing—at the thought of making Mu Qing cum.
“Yeah,” she breathes out.
Feng Xin laughs and begins to maneuver her until she’s lying on her stomach in front of Mu Qing. Mu Qing is still propped up on a mountain of pillows and adjusts herself until her legs are spread wide. Xie Lian feels her mouth water. Mu Qing’s pussy is a deep, dusky pink and so swollen from cumming earlier.
She sighs, dreamy, and with one last encouraging nudge from Feng Xin, she lowers her head until she can gently lave Mu Qing’s folds with a flat, broad tongue. Mu Qing throws her head back and moans; Feng Xin curses and pets Xie Lian’s hair as she starts to lose herself in the action of licking Mu Qing.
“Xie Lian, fuck,” she curses as Xie Lian starts to sweetly kitten lick at her clit.
“There you go,” Feng Xin croons.
Xie Lian could moan at the taste and feel of the woman under her. It’s been a while since she’s eaten pussy, admittedly, but she’s finding that she’s enjoying the experience greatly. She’s having fun experimenting with her tongue thickness and pressure, with sucking and kissing, drawing sweet noises out of Mu Qing every time she does something the other woman likes. It’s almost addicting, especially when Feng Xin gently grabs her by the hair and starts to guide her head.
She starts to blow Mu Qing’s clit, bobbing her head up and down with a little guidance from Feng Xin behind her. Mu Qing moans and twitches in rapid succession, groaning out sporadic praises and curses every so often. Xie Lian’s mind is blissfully blank of anything that isn’t the two women on the bed with her, nerves still thrumming from her earlier orgasm. Content and fucked-out, she’s all too happy to lie on her stomach and eat out Mu Qing with all the enthusiasm she can manage.
Both women around her coo praises and encouragements down at her, Mu Qing arching her back and whimpering when she fucks her tongue deep into her cunt.
“Full,” she moans. “You feel so good.”
“Fucking looks like a dream, too,” Feng Xin groans.
Encouraged, Xie Lian hums into Mu Qing’s cunt, sending shocks of vibrations through the other woman’s nerves. Mu Qing arches her back again and brings her hand to hold the back of Xie Lian’s head, fingers tangling with Feng Xin’s in Xie Lian’s hair.
Like this, Xie Lian feels held and wanted and like she’s completely given herself over to her two former-friends. She feels strangely vulnerable, but finds that it’s heightening her experience with them. She feels tender as she sucks at Mu Qing’s clit and the two other women push her head down farther into her cunt.
She loses herself again in the improvisation of lust between the three of them. She’s almost surprised, moments later, when Mu Qing’s fingers tighten in her hair and she moans out a honeyed, “I’m close.”
“Suck as hard as you can,” Feng Xin tells Xie Lian. “Like you’re giving her clit a hickey. She likes the pressure—and a little overstimulation.”
Xie Lian does as she’s told, licking up to Mu Qing’s clit and sucking. She flutters her tongue against it as she sucks, careful to only use the barest suggestion of teeth on her most sensitive area. Mu Qing reacts explosively, moaning louder than she has all night and cursing.
“There we go,” Feng Xin croons, though her voice seems gravely and affected. “Just like that. Make her cum.”
“I’m gonna—!”
Mu Qing’s back arches to an almost dramatic degree and she goes completely silent as her body locks up. Xie Lian has to follow her body as it writhes and twitches. Then, she relaxes into the mattress and sighs, loud and satisfied.
“Xie Lian—fuck,” she breathes out.
“Mmm~” Xie Lian hums into her cunt.
Everything has gotten that much wetter in between Mu Qing’s legs, and Xie Lian pulls back to lap at her soaking, twitching cunt. Mu Qing twitches and tries to cant her hips away, but Xie Lian remembers what Feng Xin said about Mu Qing and overstimulation. She continues to lick her for a few more moments, humming as she finally slows down to a stop.
“Fuck! That was—wow,” Mu Qing slurs.
“Yeah,” Feng Xin agrees. “Fuck.”
Xie Lian nuzzles into Mu Qing’s inner thigh before placing a kiss there. She doesn’t know why she does it, but Mu Qing gasps and pulls her body upwards with an impatient command of, “Up.”
She starts to kiss Xie Lian, cradling her in between her spread legs, and she moans before pulling back.
“I taste so good on your tongue,” she purrs.
Feng Xin swears and flops down onto the pillows next to them. “That was so fucking hot.”
“Pervert,” Mu Qing sniffs.
“Fuck yeah,” Feng Xin confirms.
She rolls over and props herself up on one arm, watching the two women next to her.
“Well? Don’t let me stop you.”
Mu Qing rolls her eyes but pulls Xie Lian in for another wet, heady kiss. She sucks on Xie Lian’s tongue and Xie Lian is helpless but to roll her eyes back and moan at the knowledge that Mu Qing is doing it to taste herself. She starts to bob her head, blowing Xie Lian’s tongue, and Feng Xin moans loudly next to them.
“Fuck, princess,” she groans. “You two look so good—made to go together.”
Xie Lian’s heart gives a weak lurch at that. Does she really think so? Before she can overthink it, though, Feng Xin brings a hand up to cradle the back of her head.
“So perfect for us, Xie Lian. So good,” she praises as she pets her hair.
Xie Lian whimpers.
“We’re lucky,” Mu Qing murmurs, surprisingly and uncharacteristically tender. “I can’t believe you’re here…”
Xie Lian: “Ah, aha, it’s a little surreal for me, too. I didn’t think you two wanted anything to do with me.”
Mu Qing frowns.
“Of course we did,” Feng Xin scoffs. “How could we not?”
“Well. I see that now,” Xie Lian says somewhat shyly.
Feng Xin laughs and Mu Qing rolls her eyes.
“Good,” Feng Xin chuckles.
“You better. You’re—you’re in our bed,” she says meaningfully.
Xie Lian suddenly remembers how domestic the two women seem together and is struck by the gravity of the situation. They really did let her into their home, into their bed, into their relationship.
“I’m honored,” she says seriously.
Feng Xin laughs and Mu Qing rolls her eyes again, though Xie Lian can tell it’s because they’re both slightly embarrassed at her sincerity.
“Don’t be weird about it,” Mu Qing deflects.
Xie Lian just smiles and bends down to peck her on her lips. Mu Qing looks even more embarrassed as Feng Xin booms out a pleased laugh. Overcome with fondness, Xie Lian leans over to smack a kiss to Feng Xin’s smiling face. Both women look a little surprised, but ultimately pleased at the show of affection.
Outside, the rain continues to beat down on the small, rundown apartment complex. Inside, Xie Lian stays warm and cuddled up to Feng Xin and Mu Qing, talking in whispers about the past and—most importantly—the future and what it holds for them.
They keep pausing their conversation to kiss and smile and giggle, all lost in their own little world. Xie Lian sends a silent thanks to whatever deity led her here—she puckers her lips for a goodnight kiss from both women in bed with her and thinks that she’s never been so glad to lose her keys in her life.