Me and Rachel sat at Copper Star Coffee, chatting about nothing and everything at the same time. She had the most contagious smile. You just couldn't help but feel at ease. I could share anything with her.
"So how are you and Mr. Big?"
I laughed. I had just confided in my friend about how large my boyfriend's dick was.
"You know, we're good. We're real good. We're in a place where we know each other's flaws and strengths, and we just accept each other as people."
"I'm happy that you're happy." She put her hand on my right thigh. I felt something I could only describe as spiritual electricity. Me and her could vibe on the same plane of time, space, and any other dimension.
"Sarge is everything a man should be. Good with his hands- Oh in more ways than one, girl! He treats me right, loves me all night, you know, he's very open-minded as well. He always wants to try new stuff in bed."
"I'm jealous to be honest. I wish that I had that with someone. If I can just be real right now, I feel lonely."
Rachel was a 5'5 white woman with auburn hair and green eyes. She had a curvaceous build, but very proportional. I have way bigger tits than her, but hers were still sizable, supple-looking.
"Girl, you'll find somebody, you're fucking gorgeous! Who wouldn't want to be with you?"
"Me?" Rachel sometimes dealt with low-self esteem, despite often being mistaken for an actress or model.
"Girl, I would bang you."
"Oh, shut up!"
"Girl... I would straight eat that pussy. Well, okay I guess there's nothing straight about that."
"... You would?" (Rachel had not wanted to admit to anyone that she is bisexual and had been crushing on Cara for a bit).
"Girl, listen. I would start at your pussy, and you'd be feeling so good. And then I'd get all up in that ass, I'm talking salad tossed! I can't help but thinking you have the most amazing ass! Girl, you've got just the right about of curve, you've got an ample shape on you!"
"I'm flattered but... You know I was raised Christian and..."
"Honey, why are you fighting it? I can feel the sexual tension between us. Why don't we cut the shit?"
"I know, Cara, I've felt the same way, but I never wanted to get in between you and Sarge. What you have is so rare and special, I could never be the one who took you away from him."
"Okay, bitch, first off, wild horses couldn't drag me away from my love, so you would never have to worry about that. But secondly, didn't I say my man is open-minded?"
"What does that have to do with anything? Oh, does he let you fool around with chicks on the side?"
With that, I laughed. I couldn't help it. "Listen, I want you, and he told me he wants you, too."
"Huh? I don't..."
"We want you."
"Like...?"
"Do I have to spell it out, we want to have you, in bed, at the same time."
"OH!"
"I know your parents raised you to be of the highest of morals. I can respect that. But I can't respect you denying parts of who you are, aspects of your own sexuality, because you feel guilty when you shouldn't. Tell me you don't want me, Just tell me. Tell me, and I'll never bring it up again. If that's what you want."