Three's Company #3: Please me
Freya's last experience with Mia and Callum leaves her yearning for more of the same…
It’s been four days since the library. Four long, aching days of nothing.
I wake up every morning already wet, my mind replaying the same filthy loop: Callum’s bare cock filling me against the shelves, Mia on her knees licking his come out of me while I try not to moan loud enough for the entire third floor to hear. By the time I get back from lectures, my panties are soaked through, and I’m clenching my thighs together just to walk. I’ve touched myself twice today already — once in the shower this morning, once in a locked bathroom stall between classes — but it’s never enough. I need them. I need Mia’s soft mouth and Callum’s rough hands and the way they look at me like I’m their favourite secret.
But Mia has been buried in her essay deadline. She’s barely left her room for three days. Callum’s been working late shifts in town. So I’ve been left here, permanently horny, walking around campus like a live wire, wondering if they’ve already grown bored of their little plaything.
I push open the door to our hallway, and my stomach flips.
Mia’s door is wide open.
She’s sitting cross-legged on her bed in tiny sleep shorts and a thin white vest, laptop balanced on her thighs, hair messy, glasses perched on her nose. The second she hears me, she looks up. Those dark eyes lock onto mine, and something shifts in her expression — soft, but commanding.
“Come in and close the door,” she says firmly.
I don’t hesitate. My heart is already racing as I step inside and push the door shut behind me, clicking the lock. The room smells like her vanilla body spray and the faint coffee she’s been living on. My bag slips from my shoulder onto the floor.
Mia closes her laptop, sets it aside, and slowly stands up. She doesn’t speak. She just holds my gaze as she hooks her thumbs into the waistband of her shorts and pushes them down her long, smooth legs, stepping out of them. Then she peels the vest up and over her head, letting her full breasts free. She’s completely naked now, standing there in the soft afternoon light like she has all the time in the world.
My mouth goes dry. I’ve seen her naked before, but never like this — never just the two of us, no Callum, no audience, no rush. Just Mia. Beautiful, confident, mine for the moment. Or, more likely, I’m hers.
She climbs onto the bed, lies back against the pillows, and slowly spreads her legs. Wide. Her smooth, pink pussy is already glistening. She looks straight at me, voice low and soft.
“Please me, Freya.”
The command in her words hit me hard. My hands are shaking as I start undressing under her watchful eyes. Blouse first, then the short skirt, then my bra. I hook my thumbs into my soaked panties and slide them down my thighs, stepping out of them. I’m completely naked now, my small breasts rising and falling fast, my nipples tight, my own arousal already slick on my inner thighs.
I crawl onto the bed between her spread legs. This is new. This is just us.
