Nothing Left to Hide Pt 14

Chapter 14

Monday Through Thursday

Monday morning, Kelly walked into Blake's office naked, carrying coffee and a folder.

Blake looked up.

Then immediately looked back at his computer.

Kelly noticed.

"Morning."

"Morning."

She placed the coffee beside him.

Blake kept his eyes on the screen.

Kelly smiled.

"You okay?"

"Perfect."

"You seem tense."

"I'm working."

Kelly leaned over the desk.

Blake's eyes moved.

She caught him.

"Forehead?"

"Shut up."

Kelly laughed.

Something fundamental had changed over the weekend.

She wasn't merely comfortable naked anymore.

She liked being seen.

Especially by Blake.

She leaned against his desk, stretched without worrying about what he could see and watched his reactions with increasing amusement. As she streched backward she spread her legs, her delicate lips parted, glistening with srousal.

"You're becoming an exhibitionist," Blake finally said.

Kelly smiled when she noticed that his body had betrayed him. His throbbing erection standing straight up in the air.

Kelly noticed snd before he could react Kelly stepped forward between his knees and kneeled. She leaned forward and began licking his shaft, then took all of him into her mouth. her tongue danced along the bottom of his dick and slowly over his head. it didnt take long for Blake to pet out a tiny moan before hos load hit the back of her throat. Spasm after spasm he came in her mouth until nothing was left.

Her eyes widened as she took a moment to swallow is whole load.

Then she started laughing.

"Don't."

"I didn't say anything."

"You don't have to."

Kelly's laughter got worse.

Kelly wiped at her eyes.

"Teasing you may be my new hobby."

"You're a hostile workplace environment."

"I'll report you to myself."

"Excellent."

"I'll conduct a thorough investigation."

"Get out."

Monday became progressively less professional.

The taco joke returned.

So did the attraction neither of them was particularly interested in resisting anymore.

At one point, Kelly made her intentions unmistakable, and Blake shut and locked the office door. Kelly pushed herself onto his desk favong him and mouthed "eat me".

Blake leaned forward from his chair and beagn kissing her inner thighs, he worked his way to hhe center and penetrated her with his tongue. Blake lapped at her like a man on a mission, her juices tasting slightly salty and her musky smell put him into a transe.

He continued until Kelly threw her head back and moaned. then the waves of ecstasy begam crashing over her, her toes curled around the edge of the desk as she continued to orgasm. kelly finally collapsed backward, her breathing still ragged.

Afterward, both of them attempted to return to work.

About 20 minutes later Darren appeared.

He stopped inside Blake's office.

Sniffed.

His face changed.

"Your office smells like pussy."

Blake stared at him and smiled.

Kelly, somewhere in the hallway, started laughing.

Darren backed away.

"Nope. I'm going to HR. Hazard pay. Biohazard sign. Something."

"Get out."

"Should I send Kelly in?"

Blake threw a pen.

Darren disappeared.

Later, Blake retreated to the restroom for several badly needed minutes of privacy.

In the stall his hand grabbed his cock amd began to stroke it. slowly at first and ghen faster as he remembered Kelly cumming on his desk, the smell of pussy lingering in the air...

The restroom door opened at precisely the worst possible moment.

Blake slapped a hand over his mouth as his entire body involuntarily tightened. His shoulders jerked, his legs went rigid and his eyes squeezed shut while he desperately tried to remain silent. Blake began to orgasm, ropes of cum shooting from his dick. As much ashe tried he couldnt stop it, he was in it until it was over.

Footsteps stopped outside the stall.

"Blake?"

Darren.

Of course.

Blake wanted the earth to swallow him, he waited until he heard Darren exit. He washed his hands twice and stared at himself in the mirror.

"You are a grown fucking man."

When he emerged, Kelly was waiting.

"Darren said you needed me."

Blake stopped.

Kelly saw his expression.

Then she started laughing.

"Do you need five more minutes?"

"I'm going to kill both of you."

Monday night eventually settled them again.

At home, Megan watched Blake and Kelly arrive together and immediately recognized the guilty energy between them.

"You two made it exactly one day, didn't you?"

"Nothing," they answered.

Megan smiled.

"That's what I thought."

Later Kelly became unexpectedly uncomfortable.

She chose a chair rather than joining Blake and Megan on the couch.

Blake noticed immediately.

Eventually Kelly admitted why.

"This is weird."

Megan looked at her.

"Saturday was a bubble. You were gone. Then you came home and you're just... normal."

"What was I supposed to do?"

"I don't know. Freak out. Get angry. Tell me to leave."

Megan's expression changed.

"You thought I'd tell you to leave?"

Kelly nodded.

Megan looked at her.

"You live here."

That nearly broke Kelly.

Blake added quietly, "You're not going anywhere."

Eventually Megan patted the couch.

"Come here."

Kelly joined them.

Megan leaned against her.

After a moment, Kelly reached across and offered Blake her hand.

He took it.

By the end of the evening, Kelly's leg rested across Blake's lap while Megan curled against his shoulder.

It felt dangerously natural.

That night Blake went to bed with Megan.

He curled behind her, one arm beneath her pillow and the other draped across her body, his hand resting comfortably over her breast.

Nothing sexual.

Just Megan.

Her warmth.

Her softness.

Her breathing.

Megan found his wrist and pulled his arm tighter.

"I love you," Blake whispered.

"I love you too."

He fell asleep holding her.

Tuesday was almost normal.

Wednesday was suspiciously normal.

Thursday, Kelly decided subtlety was for cowards.

She entered Blake's office and closed the door.

"You're doing the face," Blake said.

"What face?"

"The one that gets me in trouble."

Kelly walked around his desk and stopped directly in front of his chair.

Then she stepped over his knees and straddled his legs.

Blake gripped the chair arms.

"Oh, Jesus."

Kelly smiled.

She put both hands behind his head and pulled him against her.

The warmth and intimate scent of her skin hit him immediately.

His body responded just as quickly.

Kelly knew.

Her smile became wicked.

Eventually she lowered herself onto Blake's waiting cock between the folds of her delicate pussy. Krlly rode him for whst seemed like an eternity with boyh of yhe caught up in the bliss of ghe moment.

Blake closed his eyes.

"Oh, fuck."

"I want you to cum inside of me."

"You planned this."

"Maybe."

She held out her hand.

"Blake."

The office door locked.

Thursday morning disappeared for a while.

Kelly's breathing became shorter and faster, her fingers tightening against Blakes back. Her toes curled hard as the muscles through her body drew increasingly taut.

"Blake..."

Her voice broke.

Then control disappeared.

Kelly covered her mouth as a muffled cry escaped anyway. Her thighs trembled, her stomach tightened and her shoulders shook until the tension finally broke and she collapsed forward into him, flushed and breathing hard. Blake was right there with her filling her pussy with losd after losd of cum.

"Holy shit."

Blake smiled.

"Don't."

When the moment had passed, Blake sagged against the chair, breathing hard while Kelly cleaned herself up looking far too pleased with herself.

"Don't."

"I didn't say anything."

Then Darren knocked.

Of course Darren knocked.

"Blake?"

"I'm in a meeting."

"With who?"

Blake's brain failed him.

"Kelly."

Silence.

"Oh."

Another pause.

"OHHHH."

"Darren."

"I'll come back way later."

Kelly buried her face against Blake laughing.

From farther down the hallway Darren yelled, "DO YOU GUYS NEED LUNCH?"

Blake reached for the stapler.

Thursday night changed everything again.

Kelly woke thirsty.

Walking toward the kitchen, she heard Megan.

Then Blake.

Their bedroom door wasn't completely closed.

Kelly accidentally looked through the opening.

She should have walked away.

She didn't.

What shocked her wasn't seeing Blake.

It was realizing she couldn't stop watching Megan.

Megan's pale, fuller body looked completely different in that intimate moment. Her enormous breasts rose and fell with increasingly uneven breaths, pink nipples and broad areolas standing against her skin. Her thick thighs tightened as she lost herself in what Blake was doing.

Kelly stared.

Megan's body drew taut.

Her toes curled.

One hand covered her mouth.

A muffled cry escaped anyway.

Then Megan shuddered and collapsed back against the bed, flushed and breathing hard.

Kelly realized her own body had responded.

She snapped back to herself.

What the fuck was she doing?

She hurried away.

Back in her bedroom, however, the images refused to leave.

Especially Megan.

Kelly finally stopped fighting the arousal. When the tension eventually broke through her, she lay there afterward staring at the ceiling.

"Megan."

She whispered the name into the darkness.

Then covered her face.

"Oh, shit."

Wanting Blake had been complicated.

This was something else entirely.

Chapter 15

Saturday Night

Blake had a family gathering Saturday and wouldn't be home until after midnight.

That left Megan and Kelly alone.

By eight, they were sitting at opposite ends of the couch watching a movie neither cared about.

Eventually Megan turned it off.

"You've been weird with me."

Kelly's stomach dropped.

"What?"

"Since Thursday."

Kelly tried to deny it.

Failed.

Eventually she admitted the truth.

"I saw you."

Megan's expression changed.

"Thursday night."

Understanding arrived.

"Oh."

Kelly covered her face.

"I was getting water. I didn't mean to."

Megan stared at her.

"You saw us?"

"Yeah."

"How much?"

Megan immediately raised a hand.

"No. Actually, don't answer that."

"Good."

Then Megan realized there was more.

"That's not why you've been weird."

Kelly looked down.

"I liked watching."

Megan became quiet.

Kelly forced herself onward.

"I thought I'd be watching Blake."

She looked at Megan.

"I wasn't."

"You were watching me?"

"Mostly."

The room changed.

Megan asked the question Kelly had spent two days avoiding.

"Are you attracted to me?"

Kelly laughed nervously.

"I don't know."

Megan raised an eyebrow.

"Fine. Apparently."

"You've never been with a woman?"

"No."

"Never?"

"Never."

Kelly looked at her.

"Until Thursday, I'd never seriously thought about it."

"And Thursday changed that?"

Kelly met her eyes.

"You changed that."

Eventually Megan touched Kelly's cheek.

"You can tell me to stop."

Kelly shook her head.

"I don't want you to stop."

Megan kissed her.

Kelly's first thought was that kissing a woman felt different.

Softer.

Her second was that she liked it immediately.

The next kiss lasted longer.

When they separated, Kelly stared at her.

"Holy shit."

Megan smiled.

"Good holy shit?"

Kelly kissed her again.

Later Kelly admitted there was something she wanted to try.

Something she'd never done before.

Megan understood.

"I want you to."

Megan stood and took Kelly hand guiding her tonyhe bedroom. Kelly was nervous, uncertain and completely outside anything she'd experienced before.

Then she stopped worrying about doing something correctly and simply paid attention to Megan.

That turned out to be the answer. Kelly founf her way between Megans pale thighs snd began to eat a taco of her own. No eonder Blake loves this she thought.

Megan's breathing began to change.

Her thighs tightened.

Her stomach became taut.

Her toes curled.

The flush spread across her pale chest and enormous breasts until Megan finally covered her mouth, trying unsuccessfully to suppress the sound escaping her.

Then her body shuddered and relaxed.

Kelly lifted her head.

Megan lay there breathing hard.

"Well?"

Megan pulled her upward and kissed her.

Kelly's eyes widened afterward.

"Oh."

Megan laughed.

Kelly slowly smiled.

"Oh."

Afterward, Kelly lay across Megan's chest, overwhelmed by everything.

Megan smelled incredible.

Not perfume.

Her.

Warm skin. Hair. The faint scent of two people who'd been tangled together on a couch.

Kelly breathed her in.

Megan noticed.

"Are you smelling me?"

Kelly froze.

"No."

"You absolutely just smelled me."

"I breathed."

"Very enthusiastically."

Kelly laughed and buried her face against Megan's enormous breasts.

"I cannot believe this."

Megan ran her fingers through her hair.

Kelly lifted her head and found herself staring again at Megan's pink nipples and broad areolas.

Megan caught her.

Kelly sighed.

"They're just..."

"What?"

"Huge."

Megan burst out laughing.

Kelly buried her face again.

Eventually Megan's hands began exploring Kelly in return.

Kelly became nervous all over again.

"Still okay?" Megan asked.

Kelly nodded.

Then whispered, "Please."

Being wanted by another woman affected Kelly far more intensely than she'd expected.

The unfamiliarity amplified everything. Her breathing became ragged. Her stomach tightened. Her thighs trembled.

"Megan..."

Then Kelly completely lost control.

Her toes curled, her entire body became rigid and a powerful shudder traveled through her. She buried her face against Megan as another wave followed, then another, until she finally collapsed against her, sweating and stunned.

For almost a minute Kelly said nothing.

"You still with me?" Megan asked.

"No."

Megan laughed.

"I think you are."

"I died."

"You're talking."

"Last words."

Kelly eventually lifted her head.

"What the fuck was that?"

Megan smiled.

"That was the most intense orgasm I've ever had."

Kelly dropped her forehead against Megan's chest.

"Oh, I'm really in trouble."

Later, reality returned.

Blake would be home after midnight.

Both women showered separately.

They cleaned up the living room.

Then they retired to their respective bedrooms.

At 12:43, headlights swept across the wall.

Blake came home.

He stopped outside Kelly's room.

"Kel?"

"Yeah?"

"You awake?"

"Barely."

"You guys have a good night?"

Kelly stared at the ceiling.

"Yeah."

"Cool. Night."

"Night, Blake."

He continued to the bedroom.

Megan was awake when he entered.

"You're loud."

"I am not."

"You opened the refrigerator."

"I was hungry."

Blake climbed into bed.

Megan rolled toward him.

He automatically wrapped an arm around her.

"You guys have fun?"

Megan hesitated only briefly.

"Yeah."

"Good."

Minutes later Blake was asleep.

Megan wasn't.

Neither was Kelly.

Sunday

Sunday morning arrived with coffee.

Blake was first into the kitchen.

Megan appeared a few minutes later and wrapped herself around him.

"You okay?" he asked.

"Yeah."

Then Kelly entered.

She stopped when she saw them.

Megan saw her.

Something passed between the two women.

Blake noticed immediately.

"What?"

"Nothing," both answered.

Blake stared.

"No. Absolutely fucking not."

Kelly laughed.

"I've spent a week listening to people say 'nothing' immediately before finding out something insane happened."

Megan poured three coffees.

"We need to talk."

Blake sighed.

"Of course we do."

They sat at the table.

Megan finally said it.

"Kelly and I were together last night."

Blake blinked.

"Together?"

Megan looked at him.

Understanding arrived.

"Oh."

Kelly stared into her coffee.

Blake looked between them.

"Oh."

Kelly smiled nervously.

"That's pretty much what I said."

Blake took a moment.

Then another.

Finally:

"Okay."

Kelly frowned.

"Okay?"

"I'm processing."

Megan touched his arm.

"You can take a minute."

Blake looked between them again.

"So you two..."

Megan raised a finger.

"Don't ask."

Blake stopped.

Then laughed.

"You're using your own rule against me?"

"Absolutely."

"That is bullshit."

"It's literally your favorite rule."

"It was my favorite rule yesterday."

The tension broke.

Then Blake became serious.

He looked at Kelly.

"You okay?"

"Yeah."

"Really?"

"Really."

He looked at Megan.

"You?"

"Yeah."

Blake nodded.

"Okay."

Then Megan reached across the table and took Kelly's hand.

"We like each other."

Blake watched their joined hands.

"I gathered that."

"No. We like each other."

Blake looked at Kelly.

Kelly met his eyes.

He understood.

"So what are we doing?"

Nobody knew.

Finally Megan said, "Maybe we stop trying to name it."

Kelly nodded.

"I like that."

Megan looked at Blake.

"And don't ask, don't tell is officially dead."

Blake protested immediately.

"That was my favorite policy."

"It lasted six days."

"That's practically a government program."

Kelly laughed into her coffee.

Megan shook her head.

"We still don't need details. But no more pretending feelings are nothing."

That quieted everyone.

"If you're falling for Kelly," Megan told Blake, "I want to know."

Then she looked at Kelly.

"If your feelings for me become something more, I want to know."

Finally she gestured toward herself.

"And apparently I need to be honest too."

Blake smiled.

"That sounds terrible."

"It sounds terrifying."

"Same thing."

Kelly placed her hand palm-up in the center of the table.

Megan placed hers over it.

Blake sighed dramatically.

"Oh, for fuck's sake."

He added his hand.

Kelly smiled.

"Look at us communicating."

"I hate it."

"No, you don't."

Blake looked at both women.

"No."

He didn't.

They established three rules.

Nobody lied.

Nobody assumed.

Nobody got pushed aside.

Everything else they would figure out.

Months later, Blake would have difficulty remembering exactly when their strange arrangement stopped feeling strange.

Life simply accumulated around them.

Coffee cups appeared in predictable places. Kelly continued stealing Blake's charger and denying it. Megan continued falling asleep halfway through movies while insisting she'd watched the whole thing.

Darren remained an asshole.

The taco jokes never stopped.

They probably should have.

They didn't.

Kelly's exhibitionist streak remained too, although eventually being seen meant something more than being naked.

Blake saw when she was frightened.

Megan saw when she was pretending not to care.

Kelly learned to see the quiet intimacy between Blake and Megan without believing it meant there wasn't room for her.

And Megan learned that love didn't necessarily become smaller because it had to make room.

Sometimes it simply changed shape.

One Sunday evening months later, all three ended up on the couch.

Megan was curled against Blake's left side, already falling asleep.

Kelly occupied his right, one leg stretched across his lap.

Blake looked down at them.

Kelly caught him.

"What?"

"Nothing."

She narrowed her eyes.

"Bullshit."

Blake laughed.

Megan shifted closer in her sleep.

Kelly reached across Blake and gently pulled the blanket higher over her.

Then she settled against him again.

Blake thought about everything that had happened.

The embarrassment.

The jealousy.

The ridiculous rules.

Darren.

The tacos.

The mistakes.

The conversations none of them wanted to have.

And the few important things they'd somehow gotten right.

Nobody was temporary.

Nobody was standing outside the circle.

Nobody needed to leave.

Blake rested his head against the couch.

Kelly's hand found his.

Megan slept against his shoulder.

The television flickered across the room.

For once, nobody needed to ask where they belonged.

They already knew.

THE END