Living as Four (Polyamory and brown skin)

Movie Night

Quick A.N. ~ Thank you to all commented on in the last chapter. I will continue to update as requested, long updates, ya'll!

Story:

We continued on the topic of work. We each had different jobs that were rewarding to us. Netarute was a teacher and her school was starting the following Monday. I had a few meetings to go to, but I'd pretty much be alone that second week.

"I wish I was teaching at Loyola. They have a Panini press, a pool and a much bigger teacher lounge area. Ours is the size of our kitchen, 40 teachers to a small kitchen, and you wonder why this is high turn over," Netarute huffed.

"Why don't you transfer schools?" I asked.

"Cause Netarute loves these children she just doesn't want to admit it," Mira teased. I looked over my shoulder smiling at her.

"Not exactly," Netarute murmured before pulling Mira closer into a passionate kiss. I loved the way Mira melted into Netarute. Letting Netarute claim her jaw with her umber-colored fingers. Netarute's lips possessing Mira's with a passion I could only imagine.

 My breath hitched watching them from the island countertop. I couldn't wait till it was my turn. But I wanted to wait. So I could be sure that these girls where something I was vibing with in the flesh than over a computer. I've had experiences that made me cautious, but its only for my safety. Stalking my prey was normal.

 "Um, the food!" I offered. Netarute released Mira quickly turning her attention to the plantains browning in the oil.

 "Oh, Your right!." She turned off the stove and organized the pots in a row for easy access.

Then she turned towards me, her lashes catching the fluorescent lights. "Thank you for the save. Katiya." Now it was my turn to melt. A smile snuck onto my lips as I watched her plump and shiny lips curve over the syllables of my name. 

"Your welcome, Mira. " I replied sounding out ever syllable of her name. Her eyes narrowed and I could feel my breath start to hitch again.. We made eye contact for a good minute and it sent electricity down my spine.

 I bit my lip in anticipation wondering if she would come closer just to put me out of my misery. She copied and then looked away, almost making me growl in frustration. "Gods, you make me want to kiss you so badly!"

She smirked, "Ah, ah, ah dinner first, desert later." She winked taking off her apron and leaning it on the rack of the stove.

 Mira left and came back from the dining room with 3 purple floral designed porcelain plates. We decided to eat in the living room as the dining room was too fancy for anything but dinner parties and large guest quantities. As we ate Mira told me more about how she came to be a massage therapist and how she'd met Netarute.

"I made my own way through massage school. It was easy and the most rewarding job. I did not want to study meaningless shit and I didn't have the money to go through regular college. So I got my license in massage therapy. And landed a job at this medium high-class spa in Beverly Hills. And in walks Netarute and her mom."

"I thought she was adorable so I started flirting with her. I was just trying to get her number, but she gave me her whole fucking life story," Netarute said before biting off a piece of plantain

Mira blushed, and narrowed her eyes. "I did not." denying

"Yeah, that's what I thought. My mom has a few friends who only go for the in home massage. So I passed Mira a few numbers."

"Pretty soon I made a name for myself, well my hands anyway and now - TA DA! I'm my own boss. I know a few girls in the same boat so if I ever get a call for multiple clients I'll call some of them to come assist and vice versa. It's been working out pretty well so far," she shrugged.