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Two weeks after her night with Samira and Jack, Emma still had not actually talked with either of them about what transpired. She’d snuck out early the next morning, feeling painfully shy and embarrassed, and then it was like nothing had happened. Sure, Samira seemed to be taking a special interest in her at work ever since, borderline flirting when they ran into each other in between patients. No-one else seemed to pick up on the vibes, though, either because everyone was aware of Samira’s relationship with Jack, or because the tension between them was simply a figment of Emma’s imagination.
One thing was for certain, though: Emma needed a distraction. The memories of their encounter were taking up far too much space in her brain. Every time she tried to fall asleep, she’d find her hand down her pajama bottoms, picturing the night in flashes: Samira demonstrating how to touch her nipples, Jack staring at her while he fucked Samira, sucking Samira’s release off of Jack’s fingers. It almost felt cruel of them to provide her with such a mindblowing experience and then act as though it was nothing- like it was just another night for them.
It was on one of these nights, after she came on her own fingers while picturing Jack’s in her mouth, that she finally gave in and redownloaded Hinge. There had to be someone out there who could show her a good time, or at least good enough that it softened the vividity of her night with Jack and Samira.
So, two days after that, at 6:45PM, she emerged from the locker room and stepped back out to the nurse’s station in her sundress, jean jacket, and platform sandals. She ignored Samira’s eyes on her, though she couldn’t help but note Jack wasn’t standing with her, meaning he wasn’t on shift that night.
“Ooh, hot date?” Princess asked with a mischievous grin.
“Hope so,” Emma joked. “He better not be a creep, I am really counting on this,” she added quietly.
“Unfortunately, I can relate,” Princess replied. “I almost wish I was attracted to girls so I could double the dating field.”
Emma swallowed hard as a blush crept over her face. “Would be nice,” she agreed, sneaking a quick look at Samira who was not even attempting to hide her smirk.
“You know, older guys have more experience,” Samira teased, sending Princess into a fit of giggles.
“I wouldn’t know,” Emma countered, and their charged gaze felt reminiscent of the way they’d stared at each other across Samira’s living room, when Samira challenged Emma to admit her crush and she’d refused to back down. Now, it was an unspoken test: Who will give in first? It wouldn’t be Emma, that’s for sure.
“Keep it in mind, if tonight doesn’t work out,” Samira suggested, appearing innocent to Princess and anyone else listening, though it was anything but.
Two hours later, as Emma sat across from her date, Jason, at one of the tiny outdoor tables belonging to the local Italian restaurant, she found her mind wandering. It wasn’t Jason’s fault, really, that he was so painfully boring to Emma. Maybe if she’d met him 2 weeks (and a day) earlier, they’d have hit it off and she would have actually cared about whatever stocks he was droning on about. Probably not, though, since he hadn’t asked Emma more than two questions in the entire time they’d been at the restaurant. His third question finally came as they stood to leave, “Did you want to come back to my place?” She wanted to laugh, she wanted to say god no, she wanted to block his number right in front of him, but she was here for a reason. She raised herself up on her toes and pressed her lips against his- an experiment. He leaned into the kiss, and to his credit, he actually did try to match her rhythm, but it was just sloppy in the worst way. She wiped his saliva off her chin and simply said, “Thanks for dinner,” then walked back towards PTMC, only a few blocks away.
She unlocked her phone, double-checking that her location was still being shared with her friends back home, and found a text from Samira.
Samira: Having fun?
And oh, that just rubbed Emma the wrong way. It was Samira’s fault Emma even needed this distraction anyway, and now she was going to gloat as Emma tried (and failed) to get her out of her mind?
Emma: shut up
Samira: Ouch
Emma: why are you texting me anyway
Samira: Curiosity
Yeah, that tracks, Emma thought. It was Samira’s curiosity that had gotten her in this situation in the first place.
Emma: ok, well the date sucked. hope that helps
Samira: It does, thanks.
Emma grumbled for the rest of her walk to the Pitt, and by the time she made it to her car, she was fully pissed off. She had a habit for working herself up, having imaginary arguments in her mind, and it made it extremely difficult for her to keep her cool when she felt she’d been wronged. So, before she could even think it through, she found herself driving in the opposite direction of her apartment, but right to Samira and Jack’s.
She rapped her fist against the door with purpose, not stopping until she heard muffled complaints through the door. It swung open, and she was then face to face with Jack, who muttered, “Oh fuck,” in response to her unexpected presence.
“Can I come in?” she asked with a snappy tone and arched eyebrows. He stepped backwards so she could slide past him, and when she did, she found Samira smiling at her from the couch.
“Is something wrong, Emma?” Samira asked sarcastically.
“Why are you being like this? Why do you have to rub it in?” Emma demanded. She was the type of person who cried with every emotion, so she was humiliated to be fighting back bitter tears of frustration.
“Hey,” Samira answered, her expression changing to one of concern. “I was just teasing you, I didn’t realize you were actually upset.”
“You’re being mean,” Emma argued. “You know, good for you that you can get fucked whenever you want, but not all of us have that!” She knew it came out petulant but couldn’t bring herself to care.
“You could have that,” Samira said calmly, glancing at Jack.
“Stop!” Emma snapped. “I’m so sick of you teasing me and flirting with me and trying to get under my skin.”
“Mhmm, and how does that make you feel?” Samira asked, back to intentionally provoking her.
“I feel like you’re being a bitch, Samira,” Emma answered coldly.
“Hey!” Jack said in a voice that wasn’t quite a yell but certainly commanded a room. “You have every right to be pissed off, Emma, but you aren’t about to talk to her like that.”
“Oh, sorry,” Emma replied sarcastically. “My bad for losing my composure after I haven’t been able to sleep right for two fucking weeks.”
“Try twenty years,” Jack quipped, his face returning to the cocky smirk she was used to.
“Why aren’t you sleeping, Em?” Samira asked, with a smile that told Emma she already knew the answer.
“I need-” Emma stopped and let out a frustrated groan.
“You should take whatever you need,” Samira replied. That was enough for Emma to climb on top of Samira, but she didn’t want to give her that satisfaction. She wanted to make Samira feel as jealous, disposable, and frustrated as she’d been for the last two weeks.
Emma whipped around and fisted a hand in Jack’s shirt, kissing him for the first time. It sent electricity through her body, his mouth moving in perfect time with hers, his lips parting so she could explore his mouth with her tongue, his hands firmly gripping her hips. The thought of making Samira jealous was fading behind the immediate pleasure she was feeling.
Samira cleared her throat and Jack pulled back from Emma. “Feel better?” she asked.
“Yes, actually,” Emma said, a childish grin on her face. She felt like she’d won something, whatever the battle had been.
“Now you’re making me feel bad for you,” Samira chuckled. “You’re that bent out of shape because you wanted to kiss Jack?”
“No, because I wanted you to watch me kiss him,” Emma corrected. Before Emma could even realize what was happening, Jack had hoisted her up over his shoulder and tossed her on the couch. Samira climbed on top of her and Emma tried to squirm away, not wanting to admit how badly she needed this.
“Didn’t realize you were such a brat, Emma,” Jack cooed, kissing Samira while she was forced to watch.
“She can’t help it, Jack,” Samira told him, bringing a hand to Emma’s breast and thumbing over her nipple through the light fabric of the sundress. “She can’t take care of herself.”
“That’s not true,” Emma grumbled.
“No?” Samira asked, pulling down the straps of her dress and placing a wet kiss to one of her nipples. “You can feel this good all on your own?”
Emma’s breath caught, and her body’s response was betraying her, but still she managed to say, “Even better.”
“You’re a terrible liar,” Samira replied with a chuckle, then dove back down to put one of her breasts into her mouth. Jack kneeled next to the couch to suck on her other nipple and Emma couldn’t help the strangled moan that escaped from her lips. She brought her hands up to each of their heads, fisting their hair as she panted for more. Samira obliged, pulling her dress down further as she kissed down her torso, then using her teeth to tug on the waistband of Emma’s panties before releasing them with a snap. The yelp Emma let out seemed to please Samira enough that she removed her panties for real, this time.
The cold air on her heat caused Emma to hiss in discomfort, and Jack lifted a hand to caress her cheek, rubbing gently back and forth with his thumb to soothe her. She could have melted into his touch if she hadn’t been shocked back to her senses by Samira harshly sucking her inner thigh until a bruise began to bloom. Emma tried to reach down to grab onto Samira’s hair again, but Samira swatted her hand away before licking her way towards where Emma needed her. There was nothing tentative about the way Samira’s mouth descended on Emma- she didn’t bother to ease her into the contact, just began to lick into her folds without an ounce of hesitation. Predictably, Emma cried out at much too high a volume for an apartment building, so Jack brought his fingers to Emma’s mouth, giving her something to suck on to muffle her moans. It was probably for the best, since it was at that moment that Samira decided to sink a finger into Emma’s entrance, curling it as she sucked harshly on her clit. Emma’s hips lifted involuntarily and she began to kick her legs to get some leverage, needing a reprieve from the intense stimulation, but neither Jack or Samira would allow it.
Samira moaned against her, the vibrations traveling up her spine, causing her to arch against their tight grips once again. Samira traded the intense sucking for licks with a flat tongue as she pushed a second finger into Emma. And, embarrassingly fast, Emma felt herself creeping towards the edge- brought on by the fulfillment of two weeks worth of fantasizing and the mouths of two of the hottest people she knew. She spit out Jack’s fingers as she whined, “Oh my god, Samira, just like that-”
And then it was gone. Samira removed both her mouth and her fingers without warning, and Jack followed suit, leaving Emma a quivering, crying mess.
“Wait, wait!” Emma choked out. “I was so close!”
“I’m a bitch, remember?” Samira teased. Emma threw her head back and squeezed her eyes shut as her hips rolled against nothing.
“Poor baby,” Jack said in a low, impossibly sexy voice that made Emma want to punch him. But to her complete and utter humiliation, all she did was whimper.
She watched in frustration as Samira pulled her own shirt off, then began to slip down her shorts.
“I think…” Samira said, leaning down to place a quick kiss to Emma’s lips, “I deserve a real apology.”
“I’m sorry, Samira please,” Emma begged.
“Uh-uh,” Samira tutted. “Show me.”
If someone had told Emma a month ago that she would be here, with her head buried between her female coworker’s thighs, she never would have believed it. She’d made it through all of high school and college without so much as kissing a girl, and now, not only was she circling Samira’s clit with her tongue, she had Jack watching over her shoulder, speaking in the same tone he would use to guide someone through a medical procedure.
“Flatten your tongue, Em,” he directed. “Good.”
She wondered briefly if she would ever have a boyfriend who knew her body as well as Jack knew Samira’s, who was so well-versed in her pleasure that he could walk someone through the steps to get her off without her having to say a word.
“One finger now,” Jack continued. She did as she was told and earned a nod from Jack, as well as a gasp from Samira. “How’s that, Mira?” he asked.
“Good, just-“ Samira took a shaky inhale as Emma blew lightly on her clit out of curiosity. “Her fingers are so tiny compared to yours.”
For some reason unknown to Emma, that sentence amplified the heat pooling low in her belly, and she clenched her thighs together while she moaned against Samira.
“Add another one,” Jack murmured, but this time, he’d lowered his mouth closer to Emma, so she could actually feel his breath against her ear as he spoke. She was so distracted by the sensation she neglected to follow his instructions, her mind focused on her own pleasure rather than Samira’s. She was punished for her delay with a firm smack on her ass; another first for Emma.
“Focus,” he said, his voice low, close to a growl, but not quite.
“Sorry,” she mumbled, returning her mouth to Samira and adding the second finger.
“That’s better,” he said, moving away from her to kiss Samira. Emma felt Samira’s thighs tighten against the sides of her head, the pressure making her feel slightly woozy, drunk off of Samira’s pussy. Emma let herself melt into it, no longer trying to do anything perfectly, just doing what felt right. She felt Samira clench tightly around her fingers but continued until Samira actually yanked on Emma’s hair to stop.
“Go to the bed, Emma,” Samira said softly. Emma nodded and did as she was told.
Samira and Jack did not follow her immediately- in fact, Emma sat on the bed alone for almost ten minutes before they entered the room. She’d heard their voices outside the door, but hadn’t been able to make out what they were saying between their hushed tones and the muffling effect of the walls. She felt exposed, sitting there completely naked in a room she was only vaguely familiar with, with no real idea what was in store for her.
“Hi,” Emma said nervously when they finally joined her, then mentally kicked herself for sounding stupid.
“Hey,” Samira said, back to her usual tone of voice, not the one she’d been using recently just to tease Emma. “You still want to keep going?”
“Yes, please,” Emma replied, nodding enthusiastically and flashing them her famous puppy dog eyes.
“Lay back, then,” she replied. Emma followed the instruction, and her cheeks burned as Samira stared down at her while Jack laid down next to Emma. Samira climbed on top of Emma again, taking her time as she worked her way down from kissing her mouth, to her jaw, to her neck- where she stopped to suck another mark into Emma’s skin. Emma closed her eyes, heightening each sensation as Samira continued her journey down her body. The sound of Samira’s wet kisses. The weight of Jack in the bed next to her. The raised hair and goosebumps that covered her body from adrenaline. Emma wondered if she could have reached her climax from just these alone, but fortunately for her, she’d never have to find out.
Samira licked into her heat tantalizingly slow, setting alarm bells off in Emma’s mind.
“Please let me come this time,” Emma whispered shakily.
“You’re going to come,” Jack assured, “but not on her face.”
“Wha-” Emma whined as Samira used her thumb to rub circles around, but not on, her clit. “Please, please don’t tease me, I can’t take any more.”
Samira removed her mouth and stopped the movement of her hand to look up at Emma, who was crying out at the loss. “You’ll take whatever we give you, right Em?”
Emma threw her head back into the pillows and groaned in pure frustration. Honestly, she was pretty used to getting what she wanted, especially with her big doe eyes, people would generally fold to her as long as she asked nicely. It didn’t seem like any of that would make a difference here, though, like Jack and Samira had made up their minds to tease her until she was a whining puddle of need, completely reliant on them for her pleasure. Maybe that’s what they wanted.
“Yes,” Emma spat out, angry enough to be sassy, but desperate enough to agree anyway. And, oh, did she get her reward.
With a gravelly voice, she heard Jack say, “Good girl,” into her ear as Samira resumed her torture on Emma’s pussy. Eventually, Samira seemed to take mercy on Emma, though, quickening her pace with her thumb, then doing what she’d learned drove Emma truly wild- she pushed her tongue inside. Emma practically saw stars; Samira’s free hand pressed down into her lower belly to keep Emma’s hips from moving so much and it only added to the heat quickly building in Emma’s core.
“Oh my god, oh my- I’m so close, please,” Emma moaned, and though Samira pulled away, Emma couldn’t even complain. She was thrown off her balance as Jack turned Emma to her side, facing away from Jack, and as he pressed against her back, she could feel his dick mere inches away from her entrance. She still had just enough presence of mind to recall what Samira had told her last time: Sorry, Em, but he can’t fuck you. It was this, and only this, that kept her from reaching behind herself to line Jack up with her pussy.
Samira laid in front of Emma, turned towards her, and gripped her waist as she kissed her harshly. Emma was barely in control of her body anymore, her motor skills fully taken over by her intense need for an orgasm, so when Samira stuck her tongue in Emma’s mouth- the same tongue that had just been inside her pussy- Emma’s hips began to grind involuntarily. She realized what she’d done when Jack groaned in her ear and she felt his dick, which was now poking in between her sticky thighs.
“Please,” Emma whispered.
“Please what?” Samira said, not fully removing her lips from Emma’s.
“I need- I want- please,” Emma stuttered.
“You want to fuck my boyfriend, Emma?” Samira teased.
“What?” Emma knew her face must have been ten different shades of red. "That's- no! I just need to come, anything Samira, please do something.”
Samira pulled Emma’s body closer to her, separating her from Jack, and lightly smacked her ass. “Tell the truth, Emma,” Samira instructed.
“Yes!” Emma whined. “You know I do, and you won’t let me, so why are you rubbing it in?” All the frustration was flooding back into her mind as the proximity of her orgasm faded further into the distance.
“Oh, Em,” Samira cooed. “Ask me again?”
This is a test. Emma didn’t care. If she failed the test, what, they’d send her home without letting her come? It was feeling more and more like that was the inevitable outcome of the night, anyway, so what did she have to lose?
“Can I fuck Jack, Samira?” Emma whispered. Her breath hitched as she watched Samira’s eyes darken in real time, her pupils overtaking her chocolate brown irises.
“I thought you were more polite than that,” Samira replied, her voice low.
“Can I fuck your boyfriend, please?” Emma said again, her confidence growing as she realized Samira was becoming undone by the idea. “Can I kiss you while he fucks me?”
Samira squeezed her eyes shut and let out a harsh breath through her nose. “Fuck,” she muttered. She kissed Emma even more roughly than before, sucking her bottom lip between her teeth until Emma was certain she drew blood. “Fuck her, Jack,” Samira said, with a tone that suggested there was no room for discussion.
Based on the way Jack immediately complied, Emma decided this must have been what they’d been talking about earlier. Sure, Jack seemed to follow Samira’s lead, but even he wouldn’t do this on a whim. Jack’s hand dug into Emma’s hip as he pulled her back a bit, lining himself up.
“Tell me if you need me to stop,” he said softly, and Emma wasn’t exactly sure whether he was talking to her or Samira.
He pressed into her slowly, and as she heard a low rumble drawn from his throat, she desperately wished she could see his face. All she could see, though, was Samira, who was watching intently to see Emma’s reaction to her boyfriend’s cock stretching her open. This had to be part of it for her, she thought. So, Emma fought the urge to crane her neck for a glimpse of Jack’s face and instead reached a hand around the back of Samira’s neck, pulled her in, and kissed her.
Emma moaned into Samira’s mouth once she’d finally taken the entire length of Jack inside her, mumbling, “Move.”
Both of them granted Emma’s request, with Jack thrusting into her at a delicious pace and Samira grinding her hips into Emma’s at the same time. The pressure from both sides was pulling noises from Emma that she’d never heard herself make before, and she hadn’t even realized tears were streaming down her face until Samira wiped her cheek with her thumb.
“Good?” Samira asked, panting as she rubbed herself against Emma’s pelvis.
“Yes, oh my god,” Emma choked out.
“You look so pretty like this,” Samira told her, “You look so perfect taking Jack’s cock.”
Emma’s head lolled back as she let the praise wash over her. This moment would be imprinted on her psyche for the rest of her life, she was sure. Jack’s breathing on her neck was driving her crazy, his dick hitting dangerously close to her cervix was making her cry, Samira’s slick mixing with her own was making her heart pound. She thought she may skip a regular orgasm altogether and just start floating, but then it was crashing into her with a speed and fierceness she hadn’t experienced before. She slammed her lips into Samira’s, not even really kissing, just grounding herself, as she heard Jack groan, “Jesus fucking Christ.” He pulled out of her, coating her ass in his release before his forehead fell against her back. Samira put a hand in Emma’s hair, stroking it to comfort her, but still continued rubbing against her to chase her own high. Emma slotted her thigh between Samira’s legs, letting her grind down on it.
“That’s so good, Samira,” Emma whispered, confirming her suspicion that Samira enjoyed praise just as much as she did. Emma used her hand to pinch Samira’s nipple, being just as rough as Samira had been with her earlier, and reveled in the guttural whine it elicited. Samira clawed at her as Emma began to move her thigh in rhythm with Samira, increasing the friction on her clit and not letting up.
“Come on, Samira, let go for me,” Emma said, nipping at Samira’s jaw. She heard Jack let out a growl in response, and fought back a giggle that now was when he decided to feel possessive of Samira. Emma smirked with the knowledge that she won whatever territorial battle he was waging, since Samira was coming on her thigh and crying out her name, not his.
Emma showered at their apartment this time, then threw her dress back on.
“You’re not staying?” Samira asked. Emma thought for a second, looking at Jack’s arms around Samira, remembering how he’d just fucked her but looked at Samira the entire time, how he’d only indulged her because Samira had told him to.
“Umm, I think I just want to sleep in my own bed, that’s all,” Emma lied.
“Don’t wait until you’re pissed off to come over next time,” Jack joked.
“You want me to come over again?” Emma asked softly, looking back and forth from Jack to Samira. She knew her eyes were wide, that she probably looked stupidly naive, but she held her breath in hope as she waited for a response.
“You’re welcome here anytime, Em,” Samira said with a smirk.
Emma planned to take advantage of that.