Irrational fear
Frankie leaned back on the worn-out couch in Mya's dorm, swirling the last of his drink in a red plastic cup. The after-work get-together had thinned out hours ago, leaving just him and the four women he'd spent an intense month with during their training course: late nights, shared stress, inside jokes, and way too much caffeine. Now that the program was over and real work had started, this little "just-one-drink" meetup had turned into something more personal.
There was Mya: a sharp-witted, openly lesbian, and the kind of bold that dared you to keep up. She was the one who offered up her dorm for the hangout, claiming her roommate was gone for the weekend and "the floor was already sticky anyway."
Sophie and Jade were the chaotic best-friend duo: both wild, magnetic, always half-daring each other to take things a little further, a little faster. You didn't invite one without the other, and somehow they always turned a quiet night into a story worth regretting.
And then there was Erin. Erin, who had been coolly professional during training but kept catching his eye when no one else was looking. The one who invited him tonight with a casual text--"Don't stay home. Come through." She said it was just to make sure he wasn't stuck in his apartment alone again, but something about the way she looked at him when he showed up said there might've been more to it.
Now it was just the five of them. Music low, drinks mostly gone, the air heavy with something unspoken. Laughter still came easy, but beneath it was a buzz of curiosity, tension, and the thrill of crossing a line that had been there all month.
They were all there to help Mya get over her ex...again. The Fourth breakup now and counting. She'd been drinking more since the split, but at least she could go the night without throwing up now. The conversation had drifted, as it always did, from heartbreak to sex: what they were good at, what they hadn't tried, what they were curious about.
"You've never eaten a girl out before?" Sophie asked, one brow arched at Frankie.
He hesitated. "Not yet."
Jade scoffed. "That's a damn shame."
Erin, perched cross-legged on the bed, tilted her head. "Why not?"
He shrugged, heat rising up his neck. He couldn't exactly admit the truth: that he had an irrational fear of being too good at it. That, in the heat of the moment, he might drown under a woman's pleasure, literally.
Mya smirked wiping away her eyeliner tears. "You scared or something?"
The room paused for just a beat too long.
"Not scared," Frankie muttered. "Just... cautious."
Sophie and Jade exchanged confused glances. Erin leaned in, chewing her lip. Mya cracked her knuckles, clearly entertained.
"Cautious of what?" Sophie asked, more gently this time.
Frankie exhaled. Screw it.
"I've just thought what if I'm too good? Like, I'm the kind of guy who really commits to something when I enjoy it and I'm sure I will. What if one day, in the wrong position, she squirts and I can't breathe? What if she doesn't realize I'm drowning?"
Silence. As they ladies all take in what they just heard.
Then: laughter. Loud, uncontrollable.
"Oh my god," Sophie said, wiping tears. "That's the stupidest thing I've ever heard."
Jade doubled over. "You've been holding out on eating pussy because of that?"
Frankie crossed his arms, cheeks burning. "It's a valid concern."
Now grinning, Mya leaned forward. "Well, there's one way to find out."
The room shifted. A challenge had been thrown.
"Wait," Erin said, sitting up straighter. "Are we actually doing this?"
"Why not?" Mya stretched, cracking her back. "I need to get over my ex for real this time and I wanna test his theory."
Frankie blinked. "You're joking."
Sophie hopped onto Mya's work desk (drink still in hand), pulling Jade with her. "Oh, we're so not."
"Hey Siri, play my 'Stripper Music' playlist," Mya called out.
Erin's gaze found his. Her expression was unreadable. "You don't have to."
But he wasn't backing down now.
"Alright," he said. "Let's do this."
The room turned into something out of a surreal, sexy science lab. Jade and Sophie stripped on top of the desk, swaying to the beat. Mya stood in front of him, panties now on the floor, hands on her hips.
"You start with me," she said, snapping her fingers and pointing down.
Instinct took over. Frankie dropped to his knees faster than he ever did in church, not hesitating for a second. He crawled to Mya on all fours like a man starved, hands landing on her thighs as his mouth zeroed in on the heat between them.
Just before his lips reached her neatly trimmed bush, Mya snapped her fingers, halting him.
"Open wide," she whispered with a wicked grin then blinked in surprise. "Holy shit. Frankie, did anyone ever tell you your tongue is long as hell?"
He smirked, tongue already hanging halfway out. "Yeah, my parents told me not to show it off until I got engaged. I'm starting to see why."
A sudden whistle broke the tension. From somewhere nearby, Jade's voice called out teasingly, "Damn, boy that must be five inches you're hiding back there."
Mya let out a sultry moan. "You could probably eat my ass from the front. Wanna try?"
He didn't answer with words. Instead, he leaned in and laid a hot, sloppy kiss right at the top of her pussy, he sucks on the hood of her clit to embrace it inside his mouth. After circling her clit he presses against it back into place then drags his rough tongue down, slow and firm, through her folds. He split her open with that tongue, licking deeper, wetter, filthier, until the tip teased the crease of her ass, making her hips jolt.
She gasped, knees shaking from the pressure. "Ohh close enough," she moaned, already losing composure.
At first, Mya held his face there between her legs, grinding her pussy against his mouth with deliberate control. She kept eye contact, watching his face disappear between her thighs, her smirk growing with every slick flick of his tongue. But minutes in, that control started to slip. Her fingers tightened in his hair, her hips stuttered, and her moans came faster.
Frankie didn't slow down. He lapped at her like he was addicted devouring every drop, pushing deeper, his face glossy with her arousal. His hands spread her wider, holding her open like a gift, tongue alternating between tender flicks and obscene plunges inside her.
By the time she finally came and pulled away, legs trembling, she had to catch herself on the nearest surface.
She laughed breathless and raw. "Damn," she exhaled, licking her lips. "Not bad at all."
Next, Sophie and Jade climbed onto the desk, dropping to all fours side by side like they'd rehearsed this. The music pulsed behind them, bass matching the vibe in the room. They glanced over their shoulders with matching smirks.
"My turn," Jade said, wiggling her hips invitingly.
"No, it's my turn," Sophie countered, reaching back to spread her cheeks, exposing her pink pussy without a hint of shame. "I called dibs."
Frankie approached slowly, eyes flicking between the two. His heart pounded, but his hands were steady as he stepped in behind them. He settled his grip on Jade's hips first, letting his thumbs trace the soft curve just above her thighs. He leaned in, kissing the back of her leg before his tongue found her folds warm, wet, responsive.
Jade's breath hitched. She rocked back slightly into his mouth, and he let her guide the rhythm. Every lick, every swirl, made her thighs quiver a little more.
But then Sophie cleared her throat, clearly impatient. "Ahem. Some of us are still waiting to drown over here."
Frankie chuckled against Jade's skin, then pulled away, earning a soft whine from her, and shifted over to Sophie. She arched her back in anticipation, still holding herself open for him.
"You sure about this?" he asked, voice lower now.
She glanced back. "I want you in both holes with just your tongue. Think you can multitask?"
Challenge accepted.
He started between her legs, slow and deliberate, letting his tongue tease her folds until her breath came out in broken little gasps. Then, without warning, he lifted her just enough to tilt her hips up and dragged his tongue higher trailing it up until it reached her rim. Sophie let out a groan and pushed back against his face as he pressed inside.
"Holy fuck, yes--there. Don't stop."
He didn't. Frankie buried his face between her cheeks, alternating between firm pressure and soft, teasing strokes. His hands gripped her thighs tighter, holding her steady as her body started to tremble. She tasted different, electric, wild. And the way she moaned like she wanted the whole room to hear only fueled him.
