Something wasn't right, Lily decided.
She had suspicions that something was off when she stood in line at her favorite local cafe this morning for her cup of coffee and suddenly started feeling woozy for a split second before returning to normal. Except 'normal' for some reason felt slightly tilted to what she was used to.
The cute brunette behind the cash register who always greeted Lily, and every other customer for that matter, with a perky smile no matter how dreary the day had been, now seemed inexplicably more attractive than she had been a moment ago. It wasn't that the girl seemed to be putting in extra effort in her appearance today, as there was only so much that could be done in a smock, and Lily could recall days where the girl had been more presentable. And yet, Lily couldn't help but dance her eyes across the girl's form.
Meanwhile, the well-to-do young man dressed like a corporate executive on a casual outing who was working on his laptop at a table with his own cup of coffee and his sleeves tucked halfway up his arms that she had been periodically side-eyeing with interest, suddenly went from bottom lip nibbling amount of attractiveness to merely being aesthetically pleasing.
Lily had mentally shrugged to herself at the time. Maybe she was just having an off day? Or maybe she just really needed her coffee?
"Hello, Lily! Black coffee as usual for you?" Asked the cute server as Lily approached the counter.
Lily tore her eyes from the girl's generous handfuls that peaked out from the one-button loose polo shirt that she wore under her smock. Making a solid effort to maintain eye contact with the girl, she brushed a strand of her brown, shoulder-length hair behind her ear before resting her hand on her more modest bosom as she leaned forward to reply.
"Oh, Jasmine, you know me so well. If you could kindly, yes, I would love some black coffee," replied Lily, before blinking rapidly as that same split-second wooziness washed over her again and disappeared just as quickly.
"Yes, ma'am!" The server chirped as she swished about to use the coffee machine located behind her, and coincidentally giving Lily a great view of her ass. It was a view that Lily found rather enthralling for some reason. After Jasmine was done filling up the cup, she sealed the lid on top and turned back around and placed it on the counter.
"Here you are. One black coffee," she said, before typing up a number on the register, "and your total."
"I'll pay with my card," Lily said as she brought out her debit from her purse. Leaning forward slightly to insert the card into the machine and type her pin number, she once again had to brush her hair out of her face. Sometimes she wondered why she kept her hair so long. Yes, the wavy, bright red hair that stretched down to her rear was certainly eye-catching, but it could be so bothersome. Still, she could never go through the effort to have it cut to a shorter length, as she knew that at her core she loved her hair and the attention it gave her, and was proud of it.
After the payment went through, Lily grabbed her coffee, thanked Jasmine with a wave, and sequestered herself to one of the high tables that was located in the corner of the cafe. Sitting down on the high chair and making sure her black, pencil skirt kept her modesty, she began her ancient morning-coffee ritual that she started many, many years ago (i.e. two years ago when she just entered college).
First, she lifted the hot cup of coffee to her face and simply breathed it in and let the billowing steam waft over her face. Then, she took a single, dainty little sip for a quick taste. The hot, black liquid gave her a quick jolt as the miniscule amount touched her tongue and traveled down her throat.
Second, scooting the high chair back a bit,she leaned forward and let her breasts rest on the table. Measuring at an F-cup, Lily's girls were most certainly some of the largest twins around. Definitely the largest in this cafe, at the very least. And she was proud of them and gladly showed them off in her open-top blouse.
Third, she pressed that hot, cup of black delight against her breasts so it could warm her soul while she took out her phone to browse the news, Youtube, or whatever she felt like dallying her time with.
She would then take occasional sips from her cup as it cooled down.
Thus, Zen achieved.
Lily smiled a bit at her silly, little tradition and brought her phone up to thumb open one of her tabs when that wooziness came and went once again.
Blinking, Lily looked at her phone with raised eyebrows. 'Whoa,' she thought, 'almost opened up a porn video there. Shouldn't do that.' While she did thoroughly enjoy some good pornographic content, she did have enough sense of propriety to recognize that this public cafe wouldn't take too kindly to listening to some moaning and screaming orgasms. 'Which is a shame,' Lily thought dejectedly, 'I certainly wouldn't have minded if someone here decided to start watching some porn. Hell, it would have brightened my morning considerably to see someone else so open with their lust. After all, everyone desires sex in some form or another. Why shouldn't we be open with our desires?'
Lily let loose a little sigh, 'The world's just been taken over by a bunch of no-fun prudes.' Taking another small sip of her coffee, Lily let out a grimace that had nothing to do with her drink and had much more to do with her life up to that point, 'Too many prudes being too judgmental, that's the real issue in society.'
Swiping away the video, Lily instead opened up a reading app. 'Some erotic literature can be just as good, if not better, than good old porn,' she thought, 'and best of all, no one here will suspect a thing.' For Lily, this will be a fine way to waste away her morning, before she would have to set out for the first of her college classes of the day.
Then came the in-and-out wooziness and Lily abruptly stood up.
Home. She should go back to her apartment. Forget her college classes for the day. She could afford to miss one day. What she really needed was to get back home and get her rocks off. Either by jilling herself off to some of her favorite porn or by reaching out to her contacts for a booty call. The latter of which seemed particularly appealing.
"Ooh, definitely time for a booty call," she whispered to herself as she strutted out of the cafe and headed home. With the tapping of her stiletto heels on the hard floor announcing her departure, their were many patrons who forlornly looked on at her leaving. Those patrons though were generously treated to the sight of her red hair and black miniskirt sashaying beautifully as she moved, while her open crop top flaunted her largest assets.
Lily was of course quite aware of all this and was glad for the attention. After all, she wouldn't have spent so much time practicing her gait to be as tantalizingly sexy as possible if she didn't want this result. Licking her lips, Lily was content to know that her body will be living rent free in their heads for the foreseeable future. Hopefully to serve as inspiration for their own lustful imaginations and adventures. The sudden thought that some of the lady patrons will have Lily stuck in their heads as well, tempting them lewdly, made her inexplicably moist to her own surprise.
Later, when she was riding the elevator to her apartment floor, she was scrolling through her phone, looking at pictures of her friends and fuck buddies, deciding on which one would be best for a sudden booty call. Lily was hitting a rather massive roadblock in that regard, as every time she contemplated on a single contact their picture would simply not rile her up in a meaningful way.
John, Brandon, Keith, Luke, Oliver, Hu, Mark.
Nothing.
All of these guys were exceedingly attractive men who worked out to keep their bodies toned and healthy. They also had fantastic personalities and could be pretty funny. They were even helpful and great friends, like Keith baking her cookies every time she came over or Mark helping her be more computer savvy back in the day and always sharing with her funny videos. Most importantly, they were completely aware of her promiscuity, never shamed her for it and were even understanding of it. These boys never failed to moisten her up as much as they never failed to make her laugh or feel welcome.
And now? She was as dry as a desert looking at them.
"What the fuck?" She muttered to herself as she kept scrolling until settling on one picture. It was a picture of two people actually.
Dave and May.
They were a married couple that were two to three years older than her that liked to invite her for threesomes. Both of them were bisexual with a pretty open marriage that Lily couldn't help but admire.
'Honestly? Goals.' thought Lily as she was definitely of the opinion that the best relationship wasn't one that limited the partners to only monogamous sex.
That said, despite all the bisexually-charged threesomes she took part in, Lily had never taken to girl-on-girl lovemaking. Oh sure, she could take part in performative lesbianism as easily as she could slip on a dress. But that's just what it was: a performance. Without the audience (i.e. a man), the female form had never held a true sexual interest to her other than the admiration and appreciation she had for a woman's beauty.
Yet as she looked at the couple's picture on her phone, it was May, not Dave, that held her interest. Holding on to her husband with her back to the camera as she gave him a peck on the cheek, Lily couldn't help but trace her gaze over her alluring form: the scrumptious ass, the thin waist, the manicured, dainty hands, those eyelashes, and the soft...
Soft.
Lily brought a finger to her mouth as she remembered just how soft a woman was. She recalled all those threesomes with the couple and how May's breasts would push against her own, how nice and plump a woman's lips were when they kissed, and just how smooth and soft a girl's skin felt.
Lily swiftly took her finger out of her mouth as the elevator doors dinged open and the floor to her apartment was revealed. Breathing deeply, Lily suddenly realized just how worked up she had gotten. Her panties were practically soaked and all she had done was look at a picture of May.
Exiting the elevator, she tucked her phone back into her purse. She couldn't call May and Dave even if she wanted to, and good god did she want to, as they were away on vacation. So, deciding that she just wasn't in the mood for a booty call, she was just going to go to her apartment and look up some porn.
Specifically threesome porn.
One male, two females.
Maybe one male, three females, if she could find a video.
