Andy and Jenna came over the next day for an impromptu housewarming party, bearing a few gifts. A bottle of champagne, of course, but also a nice ficus in a good-sized pot and a gag gift- a door mat that said, “Come Back With A Warrant”.
Laughing, I took the door mat and put it in its place of honor on our unmarked doorstep facing the motor court side of the house.
Jenna hadn’t been to our new place during construction, so Angela gave her the five-dollar tour while I led Andy out to the patio. It was a nice, warm day and we’d planned for lunch outside, albeit under the cover of the pergola for Emmy’s sake.
“Damn, this place looks good, now it’s done,” Andy said. “I mean, seeing it finished, it’s something else.”
“Yeah, I’m really happy with it,” I agreed, putting the champagne in the patio bar’s fridge. “It came out amazing.”
“Where’s Emmy?” Andy asked as he sat down on one of the couches by the fire pit thing.
“She’s still asleep,” I said with a laugh. “She’s just not a morning person.”
“And we kept her up late,” Angela said as she and Jenna joined Andy and me. “Celebrating.”
“Celebrating the new house?” Andy asked.
“No, not the new house,” Jenna said, sitting on his lap. “Angie, show him,” she commanded, and Angela obligingly held out her left hand for him to see.
“Emmy and Leah got me a… commitment ring. Since we can’t actually be married, you know.”
“Look,” Jenna said, taking Angela’s hand and holding it closer for Andy. “It’s black on one side, for Emmy, and gold on the other, for Leah.”
“So you guys are really a thing, huh?” he asked. “I mean, like, a permanent thing?”
“We really are,” I said, taking a seat on the other couch, where Angela joined me. I took her hand in mine and looked at the ring, turning it on her finger. “This is for the long haul. Ange, well, she brings something to the relationship I don’t think Emmy or I even realized we’d needed, you know? Life is better with her in the mix.”
“Plus, she’s hot as hell,” Jenna adds with a smirk.
“Who is hot as hell?” Emmy asked as she joined us, rubbing her eyes against the bright morning daylight. All she had on was the oversized Cardinal T shirt that Emmy and Angela seemed to keep stealing from each other- after, of course, stealing it from me.
“You are, babe,” I replied as she leaned down for a kiss from me, then Angela.
“Thank you,” she said with a smile. Standing up again, she squinted. “I will be back in a moment,” she announced and went back inside.
“Andy, I know you got to see the house when it was under construction, right? But you really have to check it out now. You’ll just die for the gym. Like, seriously. And the wine room? Oh. My. God. It’s incredible. And their bedroom!”
“Did you get to see the recording studio?” Andy asked her. “Seriously, this place is world class.”
“No, we just looked at the house,” Jenna said.
“Then you only got to see twenty percent of the place,” Andy grinned. “We need a comprehensive tour.”
The house speakers came on, playing Brazilian jazz, nice and smooth. The volume was high enough to hear clearly, but low enough not to affect conversation, which was perfect. Emmy came out of the living room a moment later, fully dressed this time.
“Hey, Em,” I said. “You should give Jenna and Andy a tour of the studio facilities while Ange and I make lunch.”
Emmy looked at Jenna and Andy. “If you two are interested, I would love to show the studio to you.”
“Heck yeah!” Jenna said. “I mean, this is peak Hollywood, right? A movie studio and recording studio all rolled into one?”
After they left, Angela and I went inside to fix lunch. We hadn’t planned anything fancy, just a nice chopped chicken salad with Thai peanut sauce. Angela wrapped her arms around me from behind and rested her head against my back while I was mixing everything up in the big salad bowl.
“Can I tell you something?” she asked.
“Of course,” I said, enjoying her warmth against me.
“I really am happy,” she said. “I don’t think I’ve ever really been this happy before. It’s just, with you and Emmy, I feel so… So loved, and cared for. Just thinking about the three of us starting a family here, in our new home, with our good friends… It’s all just, well, perfect. I couldn’t imagine my life being any better than this.”
I turned around and pulled Angela tight. “It is perfect, alright,” I agreed. “And Ange, I wasn’t kidding earlier when I said that you’re a big part of why it feels that way.”
With that, we kissed deeply and passionately, but also tenderly. I gently wiped the tear forming on her cheek away with my thumb, then kissed her again.
“You know, my mom really liked you when she visited for Thanksgiving,” I said. “And Tiffany said she thinks you’re sweet and pretty.”
Angela smiled that disarming smile of hers. “I liked them, too,” she said.
“That’s one set of in-laws taken care of and onboard with the three of us,” I said. “But unlike most people, we have two more to go. Have you talked to your mom and dad about coming to visit?” I asked.
“I did,” she confirmed. “I told them that we would get them tickets. I said that we had plenty of room for them here at the new house, but if they want we could get them a hotel. Papa seemed to think a hotel would be nice, but Mamí doesn’t like the idea. She says that if they are going to visit, then they should actually visit.”
I laughed at that, and Angela laid her head on my chest. “I’m sure they will like you and Emmy, but I’m still worried, you know?”
“I understand,” I said, kissing the top of her head. “As far as Emmy’s parents go, they’ll seem aloof, but I know for a fact they’ll accept you just fine. It might not seem like it, but that’s just because they’re really, um, old-fashioned and formal. The thing with them, they don’t have the same preconceptions that most people do. It never bothered them that Emmy and I were in love- their only concern was that Emmy would still have kids, you know? When we tell them that we’re going to get going on that now that we’re in our permanent home, they’ll be happy. Emmy has told them that you are part of our family now, and they’ve been just fine with that.”
“Really?” Angela asked. “They don’t think it’s weird? Us, being three?”
“I’ve never really discussed it much with Emmy, but their culture is different than ours in a lot of ways, and I think that relationships are one of those ways.”
“I hope they like me,” Angela said.
“Ange, everybody likes you,” I said, kissing her hair again.
We were still holding each other like that when Emmy led Jenna and Andy into the kitchen.
“There you are,” she said. “How soon will lunch be ready? Do we have time to tour the grounds?”
“It’s ready now, but go ahead. We can eat when you get done with the full tour,” I answered, still holding Angela in my arms.
“We will be quick,” Emmy said, leaning in to give Angela a kiss, then standing on her tiptoes to kiss me.
After they left again Angela and I remained in the same position, holding each other.
“I love her so much,” Angela said. “Is it weird? Loving two people at the same time?”
“It’s unusual,” I agreed, “but it feels right to me.”
Eventually we let go of each other and got back to work preparing lunch. The salad was done, so it was just a matter of transferring the butternut squash soup to a serving dish and setting the table out on the patio.
Angela and I had just finished readying everything when the other three finally finished their tour.
“This place is totally amazing!” Jenna said as they sat down. “I mean, seriously! I can’t believe this place just fell in your lap!”
“I looked at a lot of properties before this one,” I said. “I just didn’t see any that had the right combination of what we wanted. This one, well, the whole movie studio thing, that wasn’t on my shopping list, you know? But the fact it had all the recording rooms already was perfect.”
“So I guess I don’t understand what the house part of it was carved from,” Jenna said. “I mean, I get that this whole building was all a movie studio before, and you said, ‘well, we need to trim some off to make a house’, right? So what was this part before?”
“Offices, meeting rooms, stuff like that. The living room was a pretty big, empty space- I think maybe a rehearsal area or something. When I first saw the place it was all empty, so a lot of the rooms weren’t really obvious what they were, exactly. But a lot of walls got moved, and new stuff got built. The garage, about half that was a construction workshop for the sound stage, and the other half was a carport slash loading dock. Now it’s all enclosed, and that’s where we get this patio- this is the roof of the garage,” I explained.
“You should have seen it when Lee first brought me over here,” Andy said. “The whole place was torn down to the studs. They just ripped into the place like gangbusters, and rebuilt it almost from the ground up. This place was freaking swarming with workers- you couldn’t find a parking spot anywhere near.”
“I bet the neighbors looooved that,” Jenna said, rolling her eyes.
“I have sent all our new neighbors invitations to our official housewarming party,” Emmy said. “I hope to make a good impression and keep them all happy with us.”
“When will the party be?” Andy asked.
“Last Saturday in January,” I replied. “Be here or be squeer.”
“Well, we aren’t going to the Super Bowl, that’s for sure, so I’ll have a fair amount of free time about then,” Andy said, raising his glass in a toast.
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After Jenna and Andy left Emmy went inside to lie down while Angela and I cleaned up.
“I wish Emmy would take care of herself better,” Angela said. “She knows she can’t be in the bright daylight for very long without her dark glasses, but she just won’t wear them like she should.”
“Yeah, I know,” I agreed. “It’s always been a problem, but it seems as if it’s getting worse. I know she hates to think of herself as, I don’t know, handicapped, maybe? But what she doesn’t get is that the rest of us would rather she did what it takes for her own comfort.”
“I’m gonna go see if she’s O.K.,” Angela said. “I feel bad for her.”
“Give her a kiss for me,” I said. It wasn’t that I wasn’t concerned about Emmy, but I’d seen her get headaches from too much light plenty of times and I knew that with some time in a dark room she’d be back to normal in an hour or two. Also, it was important to me that Emmy and Angela have their own relationship, and giving them opportunities to be together were important.
About half an hour later I realized that my briefcase was in the bedroom, so I gently tiptoed in to grab it. Not wanting to disturb Emmy, I kept as quiet as I could.
Emmy was lying down on the bed in a semi-fetal position, her head on Angela’s lap. Angela was softly stroking Emmy’s hair and singing quietly to her- something that sounded like a child’s lullaby in Spanish.
It was such a tender and beautiful scene that I couldn’t help but watch for a while, mesmerized by the care and affection on display. After a few minutes I was too overcome to resist, so I knelt on the side of the bed and leaned in and kissed Emmy. Taking her hand, I asked how she was doing.
“I am feeling better,” she said, but I could still detect a bit of pain in her voice.
“I’m happy to see Dr Ange’s treatment is helpful,” I said.
“It is,” Emmy said with a little bit of a smile. “It really is.”
“Well, I’ll leave you in her capable hands, then,” I said with another kiss. Standing, I kissed Angela, too. I didn’t say anything to her, just gave her a grateful smile.
“Where are you going?” she asked, her voice quiet for Emmy’s sake.
“Up to my new office,” I said. “I just came in here to grab my briefcase with my laptop. I figure I’ll get in a little bit of work before dinner.”
Emmy sat up and gave Angela a look, which Angela returned. “We will go with you,” Emmy announced, and they both stood up.
Puzzled, I said, “No, babe. Just stay here and rest. Let Ange take care of you until your headache goes away.”
Angela and Emmy shared looks again. Angela said, “We got you a present. It’s in the office. We want to watch when you see it.”
“You guys got me a present? And you hid it in my office?” I asked. This sounded like a terrible place to hide something from me, so I was perplexed.
“It is not hidden,” Emmy said. “You will see it the moment you go upstairs.”
Emmy seemed to have forgotten her headache in the excitement of me seeing my present, so I was willing to go along with whatever it was that Angela and Emmy had cooked up.
Emmy was fairly vibrating with anticipation as she took my hand, almost dragging me out of the bedroom towards the far end of the house where my new home office literally towered over the property.
Amused by Emmy’s giddy enthusiasm, I let her pull me along. Angela smiled at me every time I glanced back at her as she followed.
I have no idea what the tower had been designed for originally- it made no architectural sense as far as I could tell. From the outside it almost looked like an air traffic control tower, with a wide, overhanging roof and windows circling the entire space. It was a full two stories above the main roof of the building, affording a panoramic view of the entire property as well as far down the canyon towards the main part of Hollywood. There was a windowless floor below the office, which I’d been thinking would wind up as nothing more than a storage space since it was mostly just there for the stairs on two sides.
But that’s where my new present waited for me, rather than in my office proper. It took me a moment to recognize exactly what it was that Emmy was pointing to with such pride, but when it hit me, I was totally floored.
“You guys got me a racing sim rig?” I asked, but really, I was stating the obvious. There was the Cobra-style chair, the steering yoke, pedals, and multiple large screens for immersive viewing, and the giant gaming computer that looked like some sort of disco Tron mashup.
“What do you think?” Angela asked, her eyes sparkling.
“Well, I don’t know,” I said. “I’ve never even tried racing sims before, so I won’t have any clue what I’m doing- but this looks awesome!”
I took a seat in the chair and tested the pedals, and to my amazement, they felt real. The steering yoke, too- it was a dead replica of the one in my GT3. “Wow,” I breathed. “No, seriously, this is freaking amazing.”
“I am so glad you like it!” Emmy said, practically bouncing up an down with excitement. “Angela thought of it, and we did a lot of research to find the very best.”
“You guys might have just lost me forever,” I said. “If you need me, you’ll know where to find me.”
“I’m pretty sure I know how to get you away from this racing game,” Angela said.
“Just try it,” I replied, examining the buttons on the yoke.
“Leah, look here,” Angela commanded, so I glanced over to see what was so important. To my surprise, she’d ditched her clothes in that brief moment and was totally naked.
“If you want this,” she said, running her hand down her hip, “You’re gonna have to join Emmy and me in the bedroom.”
I exaggerated my reaction for effect, my jaw dropping open and my eyes widening. After a moment, I jumped up out of the racing sim setup (which is harder than it sounds).
“Nuh uh!” Angela said as I reached in her direction, then she bolted down the stairs, completely naked.
Of course, I made a big show of chasing after her, again playing up for comic effect and thundering down the stairs after her, with Emmy running along behind and laughing like crazy.
The long hallway that led to my office was unusual in that there were no doors for its full length. Basically, it had been carved from the business side of the building, and only existed to connect the office tower to the rest of the home at pretty much the far end of the structure. As a result, the north side was simply a long blank wall which would eventually have artwork, and on the south side, mostly just floor to ceiling windows the whole length.
As I chased a shrieking Angela, lit from the left by the late afternoon light filtered by the eucalyptus trees, I had one of those ‘perfect moment’ flashes. Angela’s muscular back and incredible butt were on perfect anatomic display as she ran, the dappled light from the windows casting specific features into highlights or obscurity as she moved.
For that brief instant, if I could have made time stand still, I would have.
Exiting the unbelievably long hallway, Angela made a quick move to the right and down the stairs to the middle floor, where the bedrooms lay. Of course I could actually have caught up to her at any time, but that wasn’t the point, was it? I chased her as she ran into our bedroom, Emmy hot on my heels.
Angela took a flying leap onto our bed, belly flopping in magnificent style. I seized the moment and leapt on top of her, sliding my knees up between her ankles and pinning her down with my weight as I made ‘nom nom nom’ growling noises while I kissed and gently gnawed on her butt, back and shoulders as I moved my way up.
“Oh, no! I’ve been caught by a woman-eating beast!” Angela cried out as she played at struggling to get away.
I pulled her thick, long black hair aside to expose the back of her neck and continued my assault there, kissing and nibbling her neck, under her ear, and along her jawline. Her cries turned quickly to moans of pleasure as her playful struggling changed to something a bit more sensual.
I felt delicate fingers hooking the waistband of my sweats and pulling them down and off. Realizing that Emmy had joined in the fun, I raised my hips to aid in her task, and soon enough I was bare from the hem of my T shirt down. Enjoying the feeling of skin on skin, I ground myself against Angela’s butt as Emmy worked to divest me of my shirt and bra, too.
Once Emmy had me as naked as Angela was, I sat back on my heels and grabbed Angela’s hips, pulling her up and onto my legs, my knees between hers. I pulled her back against my chest and snaked my arms around her body, my hands roaming as I went back to nibbling and kissing her neck.
I was pleased to discover Angela was just as excited by all this as I was, my fingers sliding inside her slick heat as smooth as silk.
“Ah, Leah!” she gasped as I probed deeply, my thumb playing with the little golden ring that adorned her clit.
Emmy had scooted in behind me and was kissing my back and shoulders, her hands stroking my sides, occasionally reaching beyond me to Angela’s waist, hips, or chest.
I held Angela in place as I kept up the rhythm and soon her whole body tensed as she shuddered her climax.
I gently lowered Angela down and rolled her onto her back and met no resistance when I parted her legs. I lowered my face down and tasted what I’d been playing with, using my tongue to lap, probe, tickle and tease until Angela’s legs clamped down on my head in a second orgasm only a few minutes after her first.
Leaving Angela where she lay, I turned around to take a now naked Emmy into my arms, drawing her into a deep kiss. As my tongue slid into her mouth I knew that Emmy was tasting Angela on my lips and tongue, and the thought excited me even more.
It seemed to work for Emmy, too, since she sucked greedily on my tongue. When I ended the kiss, she pursued me and kissed and licked the rest of Angela’s juice off my face.
“Eat me now,” she breathed. “Eat me, you beast.”
Emmy lay back between Angela’s legs, her shoulders on Angela’s belly and her head between Angela’s breasts. She spread her own legs wide, inviting- no, demanding my attention. Placing my hands on her knees and then gently sliding them down the insides of her thighs, I kissed her belly button and played with the little jeweled ring there, then slowly, teasingly slowly, I worked my way down to her mound, using my breath and the softest imaginable touch of my lips or my tongue to drive her wild with anticipation.
Finally it got to be too much and Emmy grabbed my head and pushed my face where she wanted it. That was O.K., since that was where I wanted my face, too, so it was a win for both of us.
As I slid my tongue up and down her charcoal-colored folds, I looked up and saw Emmy looking down at me, her face an expression of pleasure. Amusingly, I also saw Angela, peering down over Emmy’s shoulder at what I was doing, her eyes hooded with lust. Angela’s hands had come back into action, too, and as I swirled Emmy’s tiny little bud with my tongue, Angela’s fingers mimicked the movement on Emmy’s nipples.
Emmy didn’t stand a chance against this two-pronged assault and soon she was quivering on the edge, and then with a big gasp, her whole body went rigid for a moment, then collapsed, boneless, on top of Angela.
Angela held Emmy tight and murmured loving words in her ear as I climbed my way up beside them, leaning in and giving Angela a kiss that mirrored the one I’d given Emmy earlier.
“She tastes so good,” Angela said as we parted.
“You both do,” I replied, before kissing Emmy.
“Now it is our turn,” Emmy declared, getting up off Angela and pushing my shoulders down to the bed.
“I get to eat her,” Angela declared, so Emmy turned around and straddled my face, lowering her pussy down onto me as she watched Angela part my legs and kiss my clit. I felt first one finger, then two, and then a third slide in and out, filling me, then leaving me empty, then filling me again with a slow, deliberate tempo. Angela’s tongue was hard at work on my bud in counterpoint and the combination was heavenly. It was amazing to me how good she had gotten at lady-loving in just the short time she had been doing it, and how quickly she’d taken to it.
Meanwhile, Emmy’s hips rocked to her own rhythm as my tongue and lips did what they so loved to do to her pretty, tiny little pussy. Emmy was supporting the weight of her upper body with one arm, the other hand squeezing my boobs and pinching my nipples mercilessly.
I’m proud to say that I outlasted Emmy, who fell to the side with another of her gasps as she came. Looking down at Angela’s pretty, wide blue eyes and smiling face as she licked and kissed my lady bits, it struck me that I hadn’t recognized how much Angela actually enjoyed cunnilingus. She was obviously taking great delight in eating me out, and it wasn’t just because she felt she owed me the return favor. No, she was tonguing me for all she was worth because she wanted to do it, she wanted to taste me and feel my body respond to her efforts.
I reached down and ran my fingers through her thick, black hair and let myself go, let the sensations that I had been fighting against wash over me in a giant wave of pleasure and release.
As I lay there, I was dimly aware of Angela kissing Emmy, completing the circle. After a few minutes of that, Angela climbed over me and cuddled against one side as Emmy did the same on the other.
I lay there, completely satisfied and thoroughly spent, surrounded literally as well as figuratively with love.
After a while I said to both of them, “We really need to do that more often.”
“Yes,” agreed Emmy. “That was wonderful.”
“It will have to wait for at least another hour or two,” Angela said with a groan.
Emmy laughed that pretty laugh of hers, then reached over to stroke Angela’s shoulder. That wasn’t enough, though, so Emmy climbed over me and spooned Angela from behind, touching and caressing her gently, lovingly, and with increasing intent, sensually. It didn’t take very long before Angela leaned back into Emmy with pleasure as the two kissed, their tongues dancing to a very sexy beat.
Angela had rolled onto her back by this time, so I took the opportunity to move into position below her. I lifted her legs up and spread them out, sliding up into position so I could grind my still very sensitive clit against that little gold ring she had.
“Ahhh!” Angela moaned as I got the motion right, my hips rocking at the proper angle for mutual stimulation.
Emmy watched on in fascination as the speed of my movements increased, the copious wetness allowing us to slide against each other with no friction at all.
Angela’s orgasm triggered my own and I could barely hold myself up with my arms as my ragged breathing slowed while I recovered.
“We have never done that,” Emmy said in wonder at what she had just seen.
“We tried a long time ago,” I said, still a bit short of breath. “But it didn’t work with us. Your clit is just so tiny, we never really managed to get anywhere.”
“Maybe… Angela said. “Maybe it might work with you and me. I mean, my piercing might…”
I moved off Angela so Emmy could take my place in the saddle, so to speak. Emmy tried to replicate the angle and movement she’d just watch me do, but really didn’t manage to find just the right position. After a few minutes of trying, she simply gave up. I think it had been working a little bit for Angela, but Emmy was left unsatisfied by the experience.
“Don’t feel bad, babe,” I said, taking Emmy into my arms. “You and Angela can do sixty-nine, and I can’t make that work with either of you- I’m just too big. That’s O.K., though- it just means I get to watch sometimes.”
“I like watching you and Angela make love,” Emmy admitted. “It is unbelievably hot.”
I’m pretty sure Angela would have had something to say, but she’d fallen asleep already.