Poly: A Day in the Life (Completed)

Don't Dick Shame

AN
Warning: This chapter has sexual content. It's not explicit, though.

I walk into the bedroom to see Peter bouncing Gemma on his dick. She looks as if she's in complete ecstasy. Peter might not have the biggest dick in the world, but he knows how to use it, how to bring you to tears. I feel as if Alex is low-key jealous of Peter's talent sometimes. Don't get me wrong, he's good in bed too, but Peter's skills are unlike anything I've experienced outside of him, and according to Gemma, she feels the same way, too.

They're both quite competent in terms of oral sex, too, but Alex is better at giving head than dick, and with Peter, it's the other way around. They kinda complement each other.

What's even stranger, Peter is horrible at dancing. He has no damn rhythm when he's dancing, so I find myself wondering where the hell it came from when he's inside of me. He's the last per you'd expect to be good at sex. Sounds bad, but it's true.

"Bloodclaa– yow mums, wah gwaan?" Gemma says to me. They both turn their heads to look at me, slowing down, but not stopping. Peter slows down, but doesn't stop completely, and I can tell from the look on Gemma's face that she's trying her hardest to not have her eyes cross while she's looking at me.

This is kinda making me horny, but I have to concentrate on the issue at hand.

"Uh, when you done, mi need to talk to yuh. Alone," I emphasise, to which Peter rolls his eyes before resuming his original pace.

"Alright mums, whateva– f*ck! Bloodclaaaaaaa," she moans, and I walk back the way I came, leaving them to themselves. I close the door behind me, sighing in frustration. I need her to calm me down, to tell me that it's going to be fine. I want her to pick out an outfit for her to strip in, and that alone is stressing me out. It should be sexy, but what if Peter doesn't want Martin drooling over one of his girlfriends on his birthday? Knowing Martin, he will probably see her dressing in lingerie and swinging on a pole, even though it's specifically for Peter, as an invitation to legitimately ask for a lap dance, demand it, even. He saw our polyamorous relationship as a reason to grab my ass, for f*ck's sake. So do we let Gemma dress in a skimpy outfit, but warm Martin to f*ck off beforehand? Will he even listen? It's his house, after all.

I go to the kitchen intent on frying myself an egg, and the sound of the food and oil popping and sizzling in the frying pan calms me, as does the aroma. Maybe, I just needed a moment to myself, to relax. Maybe–

"Babe?" I hear Alex call from behind me. I turn to see him walking over in his pyjamas. They are blue, and have cartoon sharks all over them. It looks like something that a child would wear, and they're actually his favourite pyjamas. He says that they're soft and have a high thread count. "T? You okay?"

"Yeah, I'm okay," I say with a sigh. "It's just... Martin."

"Tiana," he says, holding my face in his hands. "Listen to me. Everything will be okay."

"What if he tries some shit with Gemma? What if–"

"I'll talk to him. Stop worrying. Everything will be fine."

Before I even get a chance to reply, Gemma stumbles into the kitchen, naked, hair messy, smelling like sex.

"Tiana, Peter called you. Alex, let's 69 on the couch."

Alex's face lights up like Christmas. He looks like he's about to open a Christmas present in his shark pyjamas. The noticeable bulge in the front of his pants says just how happy Gemma's words make him.

Smiling to myself, I skip to our bedroom, knowing that Peter's about to turn my world upside down. I'm much louder than Gemma, so the whole street will probably hear me screaming his name. But do I have any f*cks to give?

In this particular instance, no, I don't.