18~ Street, Chic and Heat

Tell a sexual triangle short story...

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She, Her & Him

She knew him from around the way...a cutie who stood on the block, looking like a slice of "not-my-type" and "damn-he's-fine". He (him) wasn't her type only because he was that thugged out kinda love she knew only ended in moist pillows and bricks through windows.

After several months of passing Him on the block, him never saying a word...He finally opened his mouth. No one around that particular day allowed for Him to roll up in the security that no one would hear his real rap, to the sista that they all called "ms too high to smile".

"Excuse me, gorgeous...can I have a minute?" He asked as she almost cat-walked past him in habit.
Surprised at his good manners, sexy tone and just the mere thought that he even noticed her, she said, "Huh?". He laughed lightly and repeated himself. She said, "Well, what can I do for you?".  He took her by the hand and led her out of the traffic of the other pedestrians and said, "Go out on a date with me...I'd like to get to know you." The typical reaction in this dynamic is usually an abrupt no, a look at him like he's short and a "I'm-too-g00d-for-you" sashay away. She thought for a nano second to send him back to his post up under the stairs. What came out of her mouth was, "Yes...sure, why not. Tell me what time and day and I'll go." He almost tipped over with elation that the woman he'd been eying for months took him up on a date.

~The Date~

They decide to meet at a restaurant they both wanted to try. She shows up wearing a strapless, mini dress with a banded bottom in deep blue. He's wearing a pair of dark jeans, a crisp button down shirt and a v-neck vest in muted olive color. His hair, revealed from underneath his usual fitted cap...wavy with the clean lines of a fresh cut. Her eyes lit hungrily for this guy who more or less seemed more street than chic and now he was exhibiting many decent traits she couldn't imagine. Everything, from his gentlemanly nods to let her through the door as he held it, to his pulling out her chair, to his paying for everything she ordered...all the way up until he drove her home (she taxied it), with attempts to walk away and say good night. It was all turning her on.

"Come in for a drink..." she offered
"Thank you but, no...I don't drink." he replied
"Well, I've got soda, water, iced tea..." she chuckled
He laughed and said, "Okay...just for a bit. I've got to get up and work in the morning."

This threw her off. She said, "Work? Where do you work?" as she unlocked the door...
He shook his head a little and responded, "I work in the building you see me outside of everyday. I'm a electrician at the phone company!"
She looked dumbfounded...stopping in her tracks, flipping the lights and replied, "...but, I every time I pass by you're outside with the guys..."
"Every time YOU pass by...it's my break. You only come through once a day..."
She felt stupid and embarrassed for how she'd assumed he was a ne'er do well, a slouch, a scrub. She realized that she'd assumed he was all street without knowing him at all.
"Well, I'm sorry that I prejudged you...I really apologize."

Just as she'd said that, the hall light came on and She walked out sleepily. "Why are you so late getting in?" she asked as she rubbed her eyes.
"I went out tonight...I have a friend here. She introduced Him to Her and his eyes surveyed over her scantily clad body. She smirked and giggled.

He said, "I didn't know you had a roommate...I don't want to intrude, I'll come back at a decent hour..."
"I'm not her roommate...I'm her woman" she said.
"What? What do you mean? You're a lesbian?" he asked with a scowl.
"Yes, well no...I'm BI...she's a lesbian. I date men, she dates me..."
The "roommate" said, "Be honest...tell him that we BOTH like men. Tell him that you only bring home guys we BOTH can fuck...go ahead...tell him..." she said as she plopped onto the couch causing everything to jiggle.
"Wow, um...I ain't expect this. I don't know..."

Before he could get the rest of his thought out...both ladies were approaching with puma precision. It was like he'd consented through the silence. The way his arms went up when they removed his sweater vest and shirt...the way he stepped out of his pants voluntarily. The way his head went back when She sucked long and strong off the tip of his dick and how She, too...went in on his pecs. The way he grabbed Her hair as she sucked him and began fingering Her, too from behind as she  bit his nipples...suggested he liked it.

He'd penetrated both She and Her and they'd both spent time sitting on His face. He brought the street, She the chic and Her the heat...all of which left them quite exhausted on a first of many dates.

**Honestly, I don't like this story...but got doggonit...I'm tide and it's all I could do to honor this challenge. *yawning*