The Spare Girl [M/F/F]

Chapter 43

They weren't the same. Though they featured the same people, this one was a little more...

Vulgar.

The woman was now bent over, her hand splayed over the rock that was the base of the statue. Her face was twisted in sweet bliss, not the overly explicit faces that women pulled in porn, but it was like she was in perfect peace. Her ample breasts were pulled from her gown, hanging below her as the man's hand slid down to hold it.

The man was bent over the woman. He was looking down at her in a fondness that I'd never seen placed on a man before.

But that wasn't the thing that had me screeching to a hault. Sure, I wasn't expecting to see a statue that was of two people having s*x, but that wasn't anything too new. There were plenty of pictures and statues that were explicit just because people liked to have that in their home. It was something to laugh at and discuss with people that came to their home.

I didn’t understand it. That didn’t mean that it was wrong.

However, I think this kinda crossed the line.

The woman and man were an exact replica of Nate and Amelia.

I wasn’t too sure what I was supposed to say or how to react to what I was looking at. Was I supposed to compliment how good they looked f*****g? Or that the statue was very detailed and that whoever had made it was amazing?

What the hell do you say when a couple shows you a freaking statue of them having s*x?

I don’t think there was an answer to that.

"I think..." Nate walked around me. His hand fell away from my side. The place where his soft touch had been stung. The feeling sent me higher up than I ever thought possible. I wanted to lean forward, chase that feeling until it was all around me, along my skin and sending me miles into the sky.

He walked to the other side of the room where a couple of the leather straps were hanging from a hook. The room was organized in a system I couldn't put my hand on. But there was something about this room that made me think that it was put in a certain way for a specific reason. 

When his hand ran down the long strap, he turned back to us. His eyes were glinting and for a second I thought I was looking into Amelia's eyes. Though their eye colors were massively different, I knew that look well enough given the times I was with Amelia. They had danger in them. Not to sound cheesy or cliche, but it was the only way I could describe it. My heart fluttered and butterflies danced into my stomach. 

A small smirk pulled at the corner of his lips. I almost coughed on my own spit as I tried to breathe I was so caught off guard. 

"Julie deserves a show." 

It took me a second--I don't know why--for me to catch on that he wasn't talking to me. Confused, I looked over at Amelia, trying to gauge her reaction. 

She was wearing her usual smile that gave nothing away. And before I could grasp onto what Nate was talking about, she began to strip from her clothes.

My mouth fell open as she pulled her shirt above her head. She wore a plain black bra that hugged her breasts. She shook her head, freeing her long black hair. Then, she threw the shirt over on the floor. 

Nate's smile fell. His eyes turned slightly cold. It was the disapproving kind. 

"Amelia."

Amelia giggled in answer. I looked at them in amazement, especially Amelia. She had some confidence if she was willing to go up against Nate when he was like that. But I kinda understood since they were married. They didn't seem like the type that fought a lot and if they did it seemed like it would be the unimportant stuff that would end up in crazy hot s*x.

And then it hit me.

My hand clutched my thighs as I tried to convince myself that what was about to happen was not what I thought was going to happen. The thing that was going on in front of me was not what was playing inside my head.

But for a second, I wanted my sick dream to come true. My thoughts were a swarm of images that made my stomach twist and my c**t throb. 

Nate crossed his arms. "Amelia."

With her sweet smile painted on her face, she crossed the room to where she'd thrown her shirt. She bent over, showing the curve of her ass to both of us. She folded the shirt, spreading her legs in a suggestive pose. Once the article of clothing was folded in a neat pile, she stood up. She kicked her shoes off by the shirt and then stripped from her pants. 

She was wearing a black thong. It went through her thick bubble cheeks and rounded out her ass. The top of the thong dug into her skin in the most explicit way. As she bent over once more to fold her pants, her cheeks spread just slightly to get a glimpse of silver buried in her ass.

My face flushed as I openly stared at what could only be a buttplug.

She wiggled her hips, looking over at Nate. He gave her an unimpressed look. She gave up on whatever she was doing and stood up. She slowly walked in front of Nate and fell to her knees. With grace, she got on her knees and tilted her head toward Nate. The image painted before me was quite like the statue in the other room. Amelia’s seductive smile fell away to a pleasured face that looked as if she’d been blessed by an angel. Or that she was one.

Nate caressed her cheek with his palm, sliding his hand up to her head. 

“Good. Come closer.”

Amelia moved on her knees until her head was pressed against Nate’s thigh. She turned her head and her eyes fell close.

Nate looked down at her for a long moment. He looked up at me.

“Julie, sit down in front of us.”