The Bamboo Panda may have been jammed with people, but the coffee bar and bookstore had more than enough nooks and crannies to offer sanctuaries of privacy. Maric was glad for it as he sat in a comfy chair thrust into one corner, his hands drumming nervously on the oak table. An empty chair sulked at him from across the way, and he wondered if Nikki would even show. The ever-present murmur of conversation drifted to his ears, overlaid by the stormy night and the constant patter of rain.
Maric was 6'6 with jet-black hair, a lean physique and muscles that attested to his grueling workouts. But what made Maric unusual was his open-mindedness, and he was hoping that that open-mindedness might help him salvage his relationship with his girlfriend. The question was, could she be as open to the unconventional? He doubted it, but he dared to hope. This was a longshot, but it was worth the attempt.
"Hey." A tall woman of Asian-American descent slid into the chair across from him. Nikki's face was beautiful despite its harsh dimensions, like a gorgeous villainess out of some superhero film. She was tall for her sex, maybe 5'10, and her large breasts and voluptuous curves definitely told the world that she was all woman. He longed to see that spark of mischief and intelligence in her eyes, so unlike the annoyed look she was giving him just now.
"You haven't called me all week, bastard. Now you text me out of the blue and tell me it's urgent. I'm not sticking around for very long. No time to play games."
"Good." Maric folded his hands on the table. "Neither do I. Will you at least let me apologize and explain?" Nikki chewed her bottom lip and sent a hard look toward her boyfriend - on the verge of becoming EX-boyfriend. She had to admit, dressed in black slacks and that sexy lavender collared shirt, he was at least easy on the eyes. The shirt was new, so he was definitely trying to impress. That piqued her interest. She resisted the urge to stand back up.
"So you haven't given up on us after all?" she said, leaning forward as her cleavage taunted him.
"No, Nikki. I really do want this to work. I love you." There he was, trying to use those words as if they alone could melt her resolve. When he saw her tense up, he rushed past the declaration and hoped for the best. "Look, let's be honest. I know that our sexual incompatibility is the main issue here. We both still agree on that, am I right? If we can fix this one thing, then we'll have everything we ever hoped for."
"Yes."
"You're a dominant, I'm a dominant. All we need to do is compromise."
"And how exactly do you expect that to happen?" Nikki said. The first year of their relationship had been amazing, the sex mind-blowing. Maric had let Nikki take over in the bedroom, and all had seemed set for a fairy-tale ending with them becoming a permanent couple. But on the day Nikki proposed to Maric - yes, that's right, the girl proposing to the boy - Maric confessed the truth. He was miserable in the bedroom, tired of being a total submissive to Nikki's sexual dominance. He had hid his true feelings, bottling them up until they'd tumbled free like an avalanche.
It had been two weeks since Maric's revelation to her, and Nikki was still struggling with it. The two had hardly spoken. Nikki stiffened as Maric's hand reached across the table, grasping her wrist and bringing it to the tabletop as he locked their fingers together.
"I'm sorry I didn't call you sooner. I just didn't want to talk to you until I had a possible solution. I think I know of a way around our impasse, but I want you to fully hear me out and give yourself time to think about what I'm proposing. Don't feel like you need to give me an answer one way or the other right now. Do you think you can do that?"
"Okay." Nikki nodded, letting herself relax as she focused on the warmth of his hand.
"Thank you." Maric took a deep breath before plunging ahead. "Do you remember how we sometimes would talk about bringing a third person into the bedroom? How it might be such a turn-on for both of us?"
Nikki felt her nipples harden just at the mention of it. She nodded slowly, her mouth going dry.
"Yes..."
"That got me thinking. What if we could bring someone new to our relationship? Someone who was a true submissive? That person could satisfy both of our dominants sides. More than that, I think I could be somewhat submissive for you if I had a submissive to release some of my pent-up dominant energies on."
"Hold on, are you for real?"
"Yes, Nikki. I am. I think we need a third person to put us in balance. That might be the compromise we need to make this work."
Nikki wanted to laugh. Did her boyfriend know how ridiculous this sounded by traditional standards? Yet she couldn't discount the thrill she'd felt at his mention of a threesome in the bedroom. Clearly some inner part of her was more than intrigued. Maybe she didn't need to reject this outright.
"Okay...do you have something more specific in mind?"
"Actually, yes." He slid his phone across the table. She swiped it on and saw a picture of a flawless, petite brunette with seductive gray eyes. "That's Selene. She's an intern in the department across the hall from mine. We've been friends for a while, but nothing more, Nikki. I've always loved only you. After we had our falling out a few weeks ago, though, I had to confide in someone. I told Selene about our issues, and then she opened up about herself.
She's agreed to be our submissive, if we want her to be. If you find her attractive. If you're open to it..." Maric's words hung like prisoners dangling along the edge of a cliff. Nikki could hear the hope and desperation in them.
"Sweet heavens, you're serious." She turned to get up. "I'm getting a cup of coffee at the bar. Don't move. I need a moment, okay?" She stalked off without waiting for his answer, Selene's image already imprinted on her mind.
The truth was, that girl was HOT. She had this delicate, ethereal beauty that was very different than Nikki's more dominant femininity. It didn't make her any less attractive. In fact, Nikki found herself drawn to the girl because of those differences. Nikki paid for her cup of mocha latte, took a deep breath and walked back to her seat.
"Okay, hypothetically let's say I'm willing to give this a chance." Nikki took another huge lungful of air. "What are the ground rules? How would this work exactly, Maric? This could get complicated. You and I both know that."
"What's wrong? You don't like the idea of sharing me?" Maric's eyes gleamed with good humor.
"Damn straight. Your ass and cock are MINE," Nikki whispered, making sure no one was within hearing range. "So if I'm going to share you with some cute bimbo, I want to know the parameters for how this is going to work. Is she just a sex buddy or what? Does she like men or girls too?"
"Fair enough. Let me lay out all the chips on the table," Maric said. "Selene likes girls and guys equally. She's a true submissive too, but she also has standards. She doesn't want to be a literal 'fuck slave' or anything like that. She would want to be part of our relationship, to be close to both of us."
Nikki's heart sped up. This was already getting too complicated for comfort.
"What have you told her about me?"
"I was upfront about your sexuality. That you aren't truly bisexual, but that you like girls. You're okay with most things girl-to-girl, just not..." He let the words hang as someone walked by their table.
Nikki's sexuality didn't fit into any neat stereotype. She was turned on by girls. The idea of sucking a girl's nipples or fondling a girl to orgasm didn't trouble Nikki, but she had limits. She had no desire to go down on a girl...it just wasn't in her nature. And yet, the idea of a girl going down on HER, that made Nikki wet. If sexuality were a spectrum, Nikki might have been in the neighborhood of bisexual but not firmly in any category.
"Okay, so she knows that my physical boundaries are going to be a little different than hers."
"Exactly." Maric clasped Nikki's hand again. "She thinks you're an incredible woman, Nikki. I've told her a lot about you." He grinned. "She also thinks you look like a goddess and she told me that she wants to worship you like one in the bedroom."
Nikki took a sip of her coffee, trying to let the taste distract her from the throbbing heat between her legs. "Maric J. Anders, you are one crazy son of a bastard. Proposing this to me..." Nikki shook her head. "I don't know why I'm even considering it."
"I'm just glad you are," he said quickly, and the intensity of his eyes ensnared her. Nikki went very still as Maric caressed a strand of hair back from her cheek and leaned forward, kissing her as a low moan escaped her lips. Her cunt felt a surge of arousal. She reached under the table, her hand finding a hard bulge under Maric's slacks. Her hand slipped underneath the waistband as she looked around, seeing no one nearby.
Nikki's hand clasped the base of his cock, which shot to full-length like a bullet. She felt the ridges and veins beneath her fingertips, pumping Maric's penis with the illicit thrill making her feel so alive.
"If we do this, do I get to have my submissive Maric back at least a little bit? If I give you this gift, will you be my fuck-toy once in a while?"
Maric licked his lips, his mouth bone-dry as he fought the urge to come in his pants.
"Nikki...Yes." Uuhhhhh... damn it, if she didn't stop that soon... "Nikki, please. Not here." As abruptly as it had invaded, Nikki's hand withdrew. Although his cock immediately twitched in anguish, Maric let out a sigh of relief.
"Give me a time and a place. When do I get to meet her?" Nikki said.
"Friday night, 7PM. I'll pick you up. We were thinking of going out for dinner and then seeing No Escape. She wants to get to know you better before we do anything serious. She's worked with me, our departments collaborated on a bunch of projects. You, on the other hand, are completely uncharted territory for her."
