Chapter 13: The Teammate's Secret
The water was still warm against his hands as Alex worked the last plate through the suds, stacking it in the drying rack with the lazy contentment of a man who had earned a quiet afternoon. The kitchen smelled of lemon soap and the remnants of lunch, and through the window he could see the garden settling into its golden haze. It was peaceful. It was normal. It was about to be neither.
The back door slammed open with enough force to rattle the dishes in their rack, and Amber burst through like a small blonde hurricane. Her curls were a wild mess around her face, her cheeks flushed with exertion, and she was still wearing her cheer practice gear, a cropped tank and tiny shorts that left most of her golden legs bare.
"Alex!" she shouted, skidding to a stop on the tile. "There you are. Come on, we're leaving. Right now."
He turned, dripping dishwater onto the floor. "Leaving? Where?"
"Stacey's place. On campus." She grabbed his wrist with both hands and yanked, and he stumbled after her, his damp hands leaving prints on her arm. "I've been thinking about what you said last night, about wanting a real one, and I know someone who can actually make that happen for you. So I called her, and she's in, and we have to go before she changes her mind or gets called to practice or whatever."
His brain took a moment to catch up with her torrent of words. The realization hit him like a splash of cold water. "Amber, wait. You told Stacey about that?"
"I told her you had a fantasy." She was already dragging him through the living room, past Lola's raised eyebrow from the armchair, past the stairs. "A very specific fantasy that she happens to be perfectly equipped to handle. Trust me, this is a good thing."
He dug his heels into the carpet, pulling her to a stop. "Amber. You can't just tell a complete stranger about my, my thing. That's private."
She turned to face him, and her bright blue eyes were utterly earnest. "She's not a stranger, she's my teammate. And she's cool. Like, really cool. And when I told her you'd been dreaming about having a real cock in your ass, she got this look on her face and said she'd be happy to help." She grinned, bouncing on her toes. "You wanted it, right? You told us you wanted to know what a real one felt like. And Lola's dildo is nice, but it's not the same. Right?"
He opened his mouth, closed it. She had him there.
"Come on." She tugged his arm again, her tone wheedling. "It's a twenty minute walk. And if you hate it, we leave. No hard feelings. But you won't hate it. I promise."
He let out a long breath, looking at her bouncing with barely contained excitement. A part of him wanted to be annoyed, wanted to point out that this was not something you just arranged without asking. But a larger part of him, the part that had confessed his desire to three women in a living room while they watched him touch himself, was buzzing with nervous anticipation.
"Fine," he said. "But if she's weird about it, we're leaving."
"She won't be," Amber sang, already dragging him toward the front door. "She's a total sweetheart. And she's got this thing, this like, knowing smile, and her arms are incredible, and she's got the most beautiful cock I've ever seen, like, seriously, it's a work of art."
"You've seen it?"
"Duh. We're teammates. Locker rooms. Plus she's not shy about it." Amber glanced back at him with a wicked grin. "She's very, very confident. Which is exactly what you need."
The campus was a sprawl of brick buildings and green quadrangles, and Amber chattered the whole way, her voice a bright stream of commentary about her teammates, her coach, the upcoming regional competition, and repeatedly reassuring Alex that Stacey was going to blow his mind. He let her words wash over him, his own thoughts a nervous tumble. He had never been with a trans woman before. He had barely even admitted to himself that he wanted to bottom for a real cock, and that confession had felt like pulling a splinter from his own flesh in front of three women who had seen him at his most raw.
Now he was about to walk into a stranger's room and offer himself up.
Stacey's door was covered in a collage of stickers and photos, a field hockey stick propped in the corner outside. Amber knocked twice, a bright rap-rap, and the door swung open almost immediately.
Stacey was tall, maybe five ten, with the long, athletic build of a serious athlete. Her dark hair was pulled back in a practical ponytail, and her brown eyes held a warmth that softened the sharp lines of her face. She was wearing sweatpants and an old team hoodie, and when she saw Amber she broke into a genuine smile.
"Hey, you made it." Her gaze shifted to Alex, taking him in with open curiosity. "And this must be the famous Alex. I've heard a lot about you."
"Hi," he managed. "Good things, I hope."
"Amber doesn't say anything bad about anyone." Stacey stepped back, waving them in. Her room was a vibrant clutter of trophies and medals, a field hockey stick leaning against the desk, a pile of laundry in the corner. It smelled like lavender and something warmer underneath.
Amber pushed him toward the bed, and he sat down heavily on the edge of it, the mattress giving under his weight. She bounced down beside him, and Stacey pulled her desk chair around to face them, settling into it with an easy grace.
"So," Stacey said, her voice low and amused. "Amber tells me you've been having some interesting dreams."
His face went hot. "She has a big mouth."
"I do!" Amber agreed cheerfully. "But I also have great taste in people. And when you told us last night that you wanted the real thing, I knew you weren't just talking to hear yourself talk. You meant it." She turned to Stacey. "He's never done this before. Like, ever. But he's not shy about what he wants. That's one of the things I like about him."
Stacey's eyes met his, and there was something in them, not pity, not judgment, just a quiet understanding. "It takes guts to admit what you want, especially when it's not the usual thing." She reached down and pulled off her hoodie in one smooth motion, revealing a black sports bra that did little to hide the lean muscle of her torso. Then her fingers hooked into the waistband of her sweatpants.
Alex's heart hammered in his chest. She pushed the sweatpants down, and he saw she was wearing nothing underneath. Her cock sprang free, and it was as beautiful as Amber had promised, long and thick and already half hard, curving slightly upward against her belly. A small patch of dark hair framed its base.
"Still want to try?" Stacey asked, her voice gentle. "No pressure. If you're not into it, we can just hang out."
He swallowed. His own cock was straining against his jeans, thick and insistent, and he knew she could see the outline of it. "Yeah," he said, and his voice came out rougher than he intended. "I want to."
Amber squealed and launched herself at him, kissing him hard and quick before pulling back. "Okay. Okay good. Let me help you get comfortable."
She tugged at his t-shirt, pulling it over his head, and then his jeans were coming down, his boxers following in the same motion. He was naked on the bed, his cock standing proud and flushed, and both women were looking at him with open appreciation.
Stacey climbed onto the bed behind him, her thighs bracketing his hips. The heat of her body pressed against his back, her bare skin warm through the thin fabric of her sports bra. Her cock pressed against the cleft of his ass, thick and velvety and impossibly real.
"Relax," Amber whispered, kneeling in front of him. Her small hands wrapped around his cock, stroking him slowly. "Just relax, baby. She knows what she's doing."
Stacey's hand came around his waist, slick fingers sliding between his legs. She circled his entrance, teasing, and he gasped at the sensation, so different from the unyielding silicone of the dildo. This was alive, warm, pulsing with a heartbeat he could feel through her skin.
"Let me open you up first," Stacey murmured against his ear. "I don't want to hurt you."
She worked a finger inside him slowly, gently, and he moaned, his head falling back against her shoulder. Amber leaned forward and took the head of his cock into her mouth, her tongue swirling around the sensitive crown, and he cried out, his hips bucking involuntarily.
Stacey added a second finger, scissoring them inside him, stretching him with patient care. He was slick and open and desperate, and when she withdrew her fingers and positioned the head of her cock at his entrance, he held his breath.
"Ready?" she asked.
"Yes," he choked out. "Please."
She pushed inside him, slow and relentless, inch by agonizing inch. The feeling was unlike anything he had ever experienced. So much fuller than the dildo, so much hotter, so much more real. Her hands gripped his hips, steadying him, and he felt impossibly full, stretched around her length, her cock buried to the root inside him.
"Oh," he gasped, the sound punched out of him. "Oh, fuck."
Amber's mouth worked his cock in perfect rhythm with Stacey's slow, deep thrusts. Every time Stacey pushed forward, Amber swallowed him deeper, and every time Stacey pulled back, Amber released him with a wet pop, only to take him again.
She was so tight, so hot around his shaft. And behind him, Stacey was filling his ass in a way that made his mind go blank. He was being fucked by a real cock, a real woman's cock, and it was everything he had dreamed and more.
"That's it," Stacey grunted, her rhythm picking up. "Take me. Take all of me. You feel incredible, Alex. So tight and perfect."
He couldn't speak. He could only moan, his hands gripping the sheets as she fucked him harder. Amber pulled off his cock with a wet sound and looked up at him, her lips slick, her eyes bright.
"You like that, baby?" she asked breathlessly. "You like her cock in your ass?"
"Yes," he sobbed. "God, yes. Don't stop. Please don't stop."
"Yes," he sobbed. "God, yes. Don't stop. Please don't stop."
Amber's grin turned wicked, her blue eyes glittering up at him as she stroked his slick cock with both hands. "Oh, I'm not stopping, baby. Not until you come so hard you see stars." She leaned forward and licked a long, slow stripe up the underside of his shaft, from base to tip, her tongue curling around the head before she spoke again. "And you're gonna come all over your chest, aren't you? I can feel how close you are. You're gonna paint yourself white, and Stacey's gonna watch, and then she's gonna finish all over you too."
He groaned, the words hitting him like a physical force. Behind him, Stacey's pace quickened, her cock driving into him with a rhythm that made his whole body shudder. Each thrust pushed him further onto Amber's waiting tongue, and each pull of Amber's mouth drew him deeper into Stacey's relentless motion. He was suspended between them, a toy for their pleasure, and the thought made his cock throb painfully.
"That's it," Amber crooned, taking him back into her mouth with a deep, hungry moan. She bobbed her head, her curls brushing against his thighs, and her fingers cupped his balls, rolling them gently in her palm. She pulled off just long enough to pant, "She's gonna fill your ass with her come, Alex. You're gonna feel it hot inside you, and then she's gonna pull out and jack herself off all over your back, and you're gonna love every drop."
Stacey's breath was coming in harsh bursts behind him, her hands gripping his hips hard enough to bruise. "Fuck, Amber, you're gonna make me come with that mouth of yours."
"Good," Amber said, and she took Alex deep, her throat relaxing as she swallowed him to the root. The sensation of her warm, wet throat surrounding his cock while Stacey pounded into his ass was too much. He felt the pressure building at the base of his spine, a white-hot coil ready to snap.
"I'm gonna come," he gasped, his voice cracking. "I'm gonna, I can't hold it, I'm gonna—"
"Let go," Amber commanded, pulling off just enough to wrap her hand around his shaft and pump him fast and hard. "Come for me, baby. Cover yourself. I want to watch."
The orgasm ripped through him like lightning. He cried out, his back arching off Stacey's chest, and his cock erupted in thick, violent spurts. Come splattered across his stomach, his chest, even up to his chin, ropes of white painting his skin as Amber worked him through it with relentless strokes. She watched with open fascination, her tongue darting out to catch the last few drops as they wept from his spent cock.
"Beautiful," she breathed. "God, Alex, that was beautiful."
Behind him, Stacey was still thrusting, her rhythm growing ragged and desperate. She pulled out of him with a wet, obscene sound, and Alex felt the sudden emptiness like a loss. But before he could miss it, she was on her knees beside him, her hand wrapped around her own cock, pumping furiously.
"Watch," she grunted, her eyes locked on his come-slicked chest. "Watch me come all over you."
Her hips bucked, and her cock twitched in her hand. The first rope of come arced across his chest, landing hot and thick across his sternum. The second splashed across his stomach, mixing with his own cooling release. The third painted a stripe across his collarbone. She kept pumping, milking herself dry, until every last drop decorated his trembling body.
"Fuck," she breathed, collapsing onto the bed beside him. "That was worth the walk."
Alex lay there, chest heaving, covered in a sticky amalgam of his own release and hers. His body felt liquid, boneless, utterly spent. Amber crawled up beside him and pressed a soft, tender kiss to his sweaty forehead.
"You okay?" she asked, her voice gentle now, stripped of its teasing edge.
"Yeah." He laughed, a shaky, disbelieving sound. "Yeah, I think I'm more than okay."
Stacey propped herself up on one elbow, her dark eyes warm as she looked at him. "First time with a woman like me?"
"Yeah." He met her gaze without flinching. "And it was incredible. Thank you."
She smiled, a genuine, open thing. "Anytime. Amber knows where I live."
Amber giggled and snuggled against his side, heedless of the mess. "I told you she was cool. I told you she'd blow your mind."
"You did," he admitted, and he reached down to tangle his fingers in her blonde curls. "You were right."
They lay there for a long moment, the three of them tangled together in the lavender-scented aftermath. Outside the window, the campus was settling into the quiet hum of late afternoon. Alex felt a strange, warm sense of peace settle over him, the nervous tension that had gripped him since Amber burst through the kitchen door finally dissolving.
The ceiling fan whirred overhead, its steady drone the only sound in the room besides their breathing. Alex lay sandwiched between Stacey and Amber, both women pressed against him with a casual intimacy that felt startlingly natural. His skin was cooling, the mess on his chest drying into a tacky film, and he was becoming aware of the stickiness between his thighs where Stacey's release had mingled with his own.
"Okay," Stacey said eventually, pushing herself up with a groan. "I love that you're here, but I need a shower before I start to smell like sex and regret in an airbnb way."
Amber giggled, her curls tickling Alex's shoulder. "We call that 'post-practice aroma' in my world."
"It is not," Alex said, and Stacey cracked up.
She slid off the bed and stretched, and Alex got a full view of her from behind, the lean taper of her waist, the corded muscle of her ass, the cock that had been inside him not minutes ago now soft and dark between her thighs. She caught him looking and grinned over her shoulder.
"Come on, Fontaine. Let's get you clean. Amber can guard the bed."
Amber made a dramatic swooning noise and flopped onto her back. "Sacrifice me for the cleanliness cause. I'll lie here and marinate in your combined juices."
Alex laughed and made himself stand, his legs feeling like they belonged to someone else. He followed Stacey into the small adjoining bathroom, the tiles cool under his bare feet. The shower cubicle was just big enough for two if they stood close, and they did, trading places as the water heated up. Stacey reached past him to adjust the showerhead, her body warm against his, and then the spray was washing over them in a steady, pulsing stream.
They soaped each other in efficient silence at first, hands sliding over slick skin. Alex worked the suds across her shoulders, down her spine, marveling at the easy confidence of her body. She was a woman who lived fully in her own skin. He had never met anyone quite like her.
"So," she said, turning to face him under the spray, water streaming down her face. "How are you feeling? No regrets? No weirdness?"
"I feel good," he said, and was surprised by how true it was. "Really good. You were, I mean. You were exactly what I hoped for."
She smiled, slow and pleased. "And Amber? You two have something special, you know. She talks about you like you're her favorite discovery."
"She's pretty special." He lathered the soap over his chest, rinsing himself clean. "She's the one who got me here. She didn't have to share me with anyone."
"She's a giver, that one." Stacey turned the water off and stepped out, grabbing a towel from the rack. "The best kind of person. She does things because they make other people happy, not because she expects anything back."
Alex toweled himself dry, his mind turning over her words. Amber had dragged him across campus, orchestrated this whole encounter, knelt between them and worked both their cocks with her mouth, all so Alex could have an experience he had only ever confessed in whispers. She had given and given and asked for nothing in return.
A warm urgency settled in his chest. He looked at Stacey, who was pulling on a fresh pair of sweatpants she had grabbed from a drawer, and a plan formed.
"Should we do something nice for her?"
Stacey paused, looking up at him with a raised eyebrow. "Nice, how?"
"For what she just did," he said, feeling bolder as the thought crystallized. "For sharing you with me. For making this happen. She didn't have to, and she did, and, I don't know. I want to thank her."
Stacey's lips curved into a knowing smile. "I think I know a way Amber would appreciate being thanked. You in the mood for a round two?"
He felt his cock stir again at the idea, still soft but waking. "I think I could be convinced."
Stacey laughed and dropped her sweatpants. "Then let's go thank her properly."
They came back into the bedroom, and Amber was sprawled across the sheets in all her naked glory, her golden curls fanned around her head, her hand idly stroking her own soft mound. She looked up when they entered, eyebrows rising.
"Wow, okay. You two clean up nice. Ready to head back?"
Alex crossed the room and climbed onto the bed beside her, and Stacey settled on her other side. Amber's eyes darted between them, catching the new energy in the air.
"What are you two up to?"
"We were talking," Stacey said, her voice low and warm, "about what a good friend you are. How you brought Alex to me. How you helped us both get what we wanted."
"And we realized," Alex added, leaning in close enough to feel the heat of her skin, "we should thank you properly."
Amber's breath caught. Her hand stilled on her stomach, and her eyes widened with a delighted, incredulous spark. "Thank me? How?"
Stacey kissed her first, slow and deep, and Amber melted into it with a hungry moan. Alex watched for a moment, transfixed by the sight of the two women kissing, Stacey's dark hair mingling with Amber's blonde curls. Then he dropped his head between Amber's thighs, parting her folds with his thumbs.
She was already slick, her arousal warm and inviting. She gasped into Stacey's mouth as he licked her, a long, slow pass from her entrance to her clit. Stacey pulled back from the kiss and moved down the bed, taking position beside Alex between Amber's spread legs.
"Let's both thank her," Stacey murmured, and she leaned in to tongue Amber's clit from one side while Alex worked her pussy from the other.
Amber cried out, her hips bucking off the mattress. Two mouths on her at once, two different pressures, two sets of tongues trading places in a rhythm that was fast becoming her undoing. Alex lapped at her cunt, tasting her honey, while Stacey sucked her clit between her lips and flicked it with her tongue. They worked in tandem, Stacey lowering her mouth to join Alex at her entrance, their tongues tangling as they both thrust inside her, and Amber screamed, her hands fisting in the sheets.
"Oh god," she panted. "Oh god, yes, both of you, fuck, don't stop, please, I'm gonna come, I'm gonna—"
She came with a high, keening cry, her thighs clamping around their heads as her cunt pulsed against their tongues. Alex and Stacey kept licking through it, drawing out every shudder of her release until she collapsed limp and gasping into the sheets.
"Not done yet," Stacey said, pulling away with her chin slick with Amber's cream. She moved up the bed and knelt behind Amber's shoulders, guiding her into position. "Up on your hands and knees, gorgeous. We're not finished thanking you."
Amber scrambled onto her knees, her eyes bright with anticipation. Alex positioned himself between her legs and guided his cock to her entrance. He was hard again, achingly so, and when he pushed inside her wet heat, he groaned at the familiar, perfect tightness of her. She was a home, warm and welcoming, and he slid in to the hilt with ease.
At the same moment, Stacey pressed the head of her cock against Amber's lips. Amber opened her mouth eagerly, taking Stacey in with a hungry moan, her tongue curling around the shaft as Stacey began to thrust into her throat with steady, unhurried strokes.
Alex began to move, fucking Amber with deep, driving thrusts that made her moan around Stacey's cock. She was a bridge between them, her pussy filled from behind, her mouth filled from the front, and she was loving every second of it.
"Fuck, she's so eager," Stacey grunted, watching Amber's head bob against her hips. "You like being our thank you gift, Amber? You like being filled at both ends?"
Amber looked up at her with tear-bright eyes, then reached back and grabbed Alex's hips, pulling him deeper. He took the invitation and hammered into her, his rhythm turning rough and desperate. He could feel his climax building, coiling tight and hot at the base of his spine.
"Gonna come," he gasped. "Where do you want it?"
"Inside," Amber panted around Stacey's cock, pulling off just enough to get the words out. "Fill my pussy. I want to feel you pump your come deep inside me."
He obeyed, driving into her one final time and coming with a guttural groan, his cock pulsing hot and thick inside her. She moaned as he filled her, her inner walls clenching around him greedily as she took every drop.
And then Stacey pulled out of her mouth and shifted, repositioning until she was behind Alex, kneeling so she lined up with Amber's other hole. Alex understood in an instant, and when she pushed inside, a wet, obscene breach, Amber cried out, her body arching.
Two cocks inside her now, one in her cunt, one in her ass, separated by only a thin wall of flesh. Alex could feel Stacey's cock pressing against his through her passage, the sensation electric. They found a rhythm together, thrusting in counterpoint, both of them buried deep inside her.
"Please," Amber sobbed. "Please come. I need it. Give it to me."
Alex came first again, his release flooding her pussy a second time. And then Stacey gave a final, shuddering thrust, her cock pulsing as she spilled into Amber's ass, filling her with hot, thick come.
For a moment, nobody moved. They were frozen together, a chain of bodies linked by heat and release. Then Stacey pulled out slowly, and Alex followed, and Amber collapsed forward onto the mattress, her body twitching, her holes leaking their combined spend onto the sheets.
"Holy shit," she breathed. "You two. That was, that was the best thank you I've ever received."
Stacey laughed, flopping onto the bed beside her. "Glad you liked it. I think we owe you a new set of sheets, though."
Worth every penny," Amber murmured, and she reached out to pull both Alex and Stacey close.