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Yaz stopped just outside the small café she’d agreed to meet Sonya, stopping to fuss with her bangs. Maybe she could just head straight to her parents’ flat, and Sonya could just…
“Yazzie! Over here!” Sonya yelled, waving her down from where she sat at one of the outdoor tables.
‘Or not.’ Yaz sighed, adjusting the strap on her shoulder before heading toward Sonya, who looked absolutely smug as she sat down across from her younger sister. “Go on. Get it on with it.” She crossed her arms over her chest, leaning back in her chair.
“So, how did you meet them?”
“Through a dating app.”
“Really?” Sonya raised an unimpressed eyebrow.
“Yes. Next.” Yaz gestured for Sonya to continue.
“How long have you been in a “relationship” with them?” While Sonya didn’t physically add the quotes around the word relationship, they were very much there.
“Three, going on four years now,” Yaz said with a roll of her eyes.
“Are you poly?” Sonya asked, raising a brow at her. “I didn't think you were.”
“Yes. I didn't think I was either, but I’m just full of surprises.”
“What are their names?”
“Eddie and River.”
“Eddie? I thought you were a lesbian?” Sonya asked in what she seemed to think was a gotcha.
“I am. Eddie’s my exception.” Yaz was really starting to get tired of this. “Are you done? Can we move past this already?”
Sonya narrowed her eyes. “How old are they?”
“Okay.” Yaz slapped her hands on the table. “I’m done answering questions.”
“Oh? Why?”
“Just done having this conversation.”
“I think it’s because you don’t want me to know just how much older they are than you.” Sonya crossed her arms over her chest, fixing her with a look. “Which makes me think they’re a hell of a lot older than you.”
“And if they are? We’re all consenting adults; it shouldn’t matter.”
“But it does.” Sonya leaned forward, leaning her arm on the table. “It very much does.” Yaz rolled her eyes. “Either you tell me, or I’ll tell Mum and Dad about your arrangement.”
“Don’t say it like it’s a dirty word.” Yaz scoffed.
“So you don’t mind if I tell them?” Sonya leaned forward, crossing her arms on the table in front of her.
“God no. That is not a conversation I want to have.” Yaz shuddered at the thought of trying to explain the nature of her relationship to her parents. “Eddie is 39, and River is 38.”
Sonya got quiet, counting on her fingers before gasping. “Yaz! That’s like a twelve-year age gap at minimum!”
“And?” Yaz raised a brow at her.
“And? Don’t you think that’s a little predatory?” Sonya tilted her head to the side, raising a brow at her.
Yaz scoffed, rolling her eyes. “You think they're taking advantage of me?”
“Yes!”
“If anyone’s getting taken advantage of, it’s them. Do you know I’m living rent-free in their guest house? That they’re paying for all of my university classes and textbooks, plus whatever allowance they give me?”
“No, but I do now.” Sonya hummed. “How much money do you make just by existing in their presence?”
“Oh, I do much more than just exist.” Yaz snarked.
“Ew, gross. I did not need to know that.” Sonya stuck her tongue out at her. “Are you going to tell our parents about it?”
“Hey, you asked.” Yaz held up her hands. “And no. I’m not.” She pointed an accusatory finger at her sister. “And you better not either!”
Sonya narrowed her eyes at her. “Are you planning on just not telling them, like, ever?”
“Yes.” Yaz crossed her arms back over her chest. “I only have to keep it a secret for another year. Once I graduate from Uni, I’ll end it.”
“You’re going to end your nearly four-year relationship just like that?” Sonya raised a brow at her, unconvinced. “Didn’t think you were that cold-blooded.”
“It’s not like a love them or anything,” Yaz said with a scoff, but her chest got tight, and her eyes darted to the side for a fraction of a second. ‘I...don’t love them. I don’t. Do I?’ She shook her head of the thought, forcing a smile. “Are we done playing 20 questions yet?”
Sonya narrowed her eyes before letting out a sigh, shaking her head. “Okay, but I want to meet them.”
“Them being?” Yaz asked despite knowing exactly who she was referring to.
Sonya rolled her eyes. “Your partners, obviously. I want to meet them. Get a feel for them myself.”
“I’m older than you. I don’t need you to vet my partners.” Yaz scoffed, moving to stand up.
“I wasn’t asking.”
“Too bad. The answer is no.” Yaz grabbed her bag, shoving her arm through the straps. “See you at home.”
X x x x x X
Yaz collapsed onto her bed, letting out a heavy sigh as she fished out her phone from her pocket. Unlocking it, she opened the group chat with Eddie and River, sending a quick message.
Me:
Made it to my folks.
Yaz sighed, stretching her arms over her head as her phone dinged on her chest.
Eddie:
want you back here
River:
Miss you already.
Yaz’s thumbs hovered over the keyboard, worrying her bottom lip. She tossed her phone to the side, moving to make sure her door was closed and locked, and bounced back onto her bed. Undoing the buttons on her jeans, pushing them down enough to reveal her pants. She pulled her shirt up and her tits free of her bra, holding her between her teeth as she took a photo.
Me:
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For your viewing pleasure.
Yaz collapsed onto the bed, sticking her tongue out, biting it lightly as two typing bubbles popped up. She smiled as she waited for what would no doubt be incredibly articulate replies.
Eddie:
😫you cant tease us like this😫
when I cant touch you. ur horrible yaz
River:
You can tease me as much as you want, Sir.
Yaz chuckled, having gotten exactly the reaction she’d wanted from both of them, reaching up to cup her tit, taking and sending another photo. The dings of responses, and she wanted to answer, but the knock at her door caused her to close the chat.
“Yaz, are you going to join us?” Her mum’s voice came through the door, and Yaz began to make herself presentable.
“Yeah. I’ll be out in a min.” Yaz stood up, buttoning her jeans and pulling her shirt down.
“Okay. Sonya said you had something to talk to us about.”
‘Fucking Sonya.’ Yaz thought bitterly as she grabbed her phone and moved toward the door. Schooling her face, she opened the door half-expecting her mom to still be standing there. She wasn’t, having returned to the kitchen, and Yaz dragged her feet to join her.
Entering the kitchen, where Sonya was leaning against the counter as her mum chopped something, which she realized after the fact was zucchini. “Okay. What are we making?”
“Zucchini curry. Would you like to cut?”
“Sure.” Yaz took the knife from her mum and began chopping the zucchini.
Sonya popped a crisp into her mouth, chewing obnoxiously. “Wasn’t there something you wanted to tell mum and dad about?”
Yaz paused in her chopping, doing her best to keep her expression. “I’m seeing someone.” When Sonya gave her a pointed look, she amended her statement. “Two someones.”
“Oh.” Her mum said, not sounding upset, but more confused. “For how long?” It was nice how immediately accepting her mum tried to be.
“About three years.” Yaz half mumbled as she slowly resumed chopping.
“And you’re just telling us now?” Okay. Now her mum sounded upset.
Yaz focused on finely chopping the vegetables. “It’s just I wanted to be sure ya know.” She forced a smile. “That it would, uh, last.”
“Oh, is that the only reason?” Sonya snarked, raising a brow at her.
Yaz set the knife down with an aggravated sigh. “And they’re older than me, and I was worried what you would think.” She gave Sonya a pointed look that said. ‘There. Are you happy?’
Sonya just shrugged, popping another crisp into her mouth.
“How much older?” Her mum asked, placing a hand on the counter and fixing her with the look.
“Twelve years.” Sonya provided, and her mum looked at her, gobsmacked.
“Yasmin!” Her mum cried, and Yaz stepped away from the counter.
Yaz crossed her arms over her chest as she pushed herself into the corner. “Yeah. So what? They take care of me. Isn’t that what you always told me to look for in a partner?”
“Yes, but,” Her mum huffed, and she could see her fighting with herself to parent her and be supportive at the same time. “What do they do for a living?”
“River is an archaeology professor at Cambridge,” Yaz said, and her mum let out an impressed hum. “And Eddie is an author.”
“Lot less impressive that one.” Sonya snarked.
Yaz pointedly looked at her as she added. “A best-selling author.” Sonya held up her hands, rolling her eyes in a very sarcastic surrender. “He writes sci-fi novels.”
“He?” Her mum asked, and Yaz groaned.
“Eddie is a lesbian. He just happens to use he/him pronouns.” Yaz huffed in frustration.
“I’m sorry, sweetheart.” Her mum reached out to place her hand on her arm. “I’m trying to understand this, but it’s a lot of new stuff.”
Yaz relaxed, letting out a long breath. “I know. I know.” She smiled at her mum. “I’m sorry for snapping. You can just think of him as a man if that makes it easier.”
“But he’s not a man.”
“No. He’s not, but he’d prefer you think of him as a man, then a woman.” Yaz shrugged. “Gender is weird.”
Her mum nodded as she took up chopping the zucchini. “Are you going to introduce us?”
“Are you asking to meet them?” Yaz tried not to be too hesitant despite her, well, hesitance.
“Well, of course.” Her mum said like it was the most obvious thing. “You’ve been dating them for three years! I want to meet them!”
“Right,” Yaz drawled, obviously not very enthusiastic about the idea. “I’ll ask them, but I can’t guarantee that they’ll want to.”
“Why wouldn’t they?” Her mum turned to her, aghast. “Is there something you’re not telling us?”
“No, no.” Yaz waved her hands in front of her body. “It’s just, they’re just.” She floundered. “They’re busy.”
“Too busy to meet the parents of the person they’ve been dating for three years?” Her mum looked at her, challenging her, and Yaz realized that she couldn’t keep pushing against her otherwise, she’d seem suspicious.
“I’ll bring it up with them. I’m sure they’d love to meet you.” Yaz forced a smile, trying not to let on how much she didn’t want to do that.
Her mum didn’t look convinced but made a face and shook her head, seeming to decide to let it go. “Will you start cutting some onions for me?”
“Sure.” Yaz breathed a quiet sigh of relief, thankful that the conversation had moved away from the topic, and she moved to do as instructed. The rest of the afternoon passed without much fuss, just typical family talk. Sonya lost her job again. Her dad was deep in another conspiracy theory spiral. Yaz updated them on her graduation timeline. Next year, hopefully. By the end of the night, she was exhausted and was waiting for a chance to excuse herself to her room. When her parents started turning in for the night, Yaz was quick to retreat into her room.
Yaz collapsed onto her bed, letting out a low groan, dragging her hands over her face. She glanced at where her phone still sat on the bedside table and picked it up, opening the group chat with River and Eddie.
Only to be flash banged by a series of nudes and videos from them, leaving her some very nice presents. Yaz’s tongue flicked out to wet her lips as she scrolled, dragging her thumb over the shapes of their bodies. Her fingers hovered over the keyboard, typing out the question that she really didn’t want to ask.
Me:
My parents want to
Yaz shook her head, deleting the text, deciding that it was probably a discussion better had in person. Fishing her earbuds from her bag and putting them in and connecting them.
Me:
can we do a video call?
It took a few minutes for them to respond phone ringing, and she quickly answered it, revealing both of them very naked. Not bothering to hide from Yaz, who hummed in appreciation.
“How’re your parents?” River asked, propping herself up on her elbow, giving her an even better view. God, she wished she were there right now.
“They’re good,” Yaz spoke, eyes darting to the side. “Just as overbearing as always.”
“They’re parents.” Eddie laughed, perching his chin on River’s shoulder. “That’s their job.”
“I know. I know.” Yaz dragged her hand over her face with a groan. “They’re just…a lot.”
“Anything we could do to help?”
“Yeah. I can think of a few things.” Yaz bit her lip, fingers playing with her earring.
“Just a few?” River hummed.
“Well, maybe if we were together, I could think of more,” Yaz sighed. “But time and space are keeping us apart.”
Her hand reached down, undoing the button on her jeans, slipping her fingers past her waistband. She bit her lip, screwing her eyes closed, and rubbed semi-circles over her clit. Yaz bit back a moan as she slipped her fingers into her cunt, trying to be quiet while bucking her hips into her hand.
“Yeah. Just like that.” Eddie Cooed in her ears. “Nice and slow.” Yaz did as instructed, rubbing slow circles into her clit
Yaz quickened her pace, biting at the inside of her cheek to keep herself quiet, but the squeaky bed was not helping her cause. Throwing her head back, letting out a strangled sound as she came around her fingers.
“Feel better?” River spoke into her ear, and Yaz wiped her fingers on the sheets.
“Would feel a lot better if you were here. If you could fuck me and make me come.” Yaz husked, licking her lips.
“Oh, don’t we wish we could.” Eddie laughed in her ear, and Yaz hummed, watching as the couple shifted on her screen. “We’ll have our way with you when you come back home. Just a few more days.”
Yaz stretched out, biting her lip. “I can barely wait.”
X x x x x X
Yaz had barely taken one step into the foyer before Eddie pinned her up against the wall, pressing his lips into the crook of her neck. His hands made quick work of trouser buttons, pushing them and her pants down over her ass, slipping his fingers between her legs. “Mmm.” Eddie hummed, rubbing his fingers slowly over her clit. “So wet already.” Yaz moaned, her hand gripped at his ass, bucking her hip into Eddie’s hand. “So needy.”
Eddie pulled away, picking Yaz up by her thighs and moved to place her on the worktop. She lay back, letting him push her shirt up and pull her jeans and pants from her body. Eddie looked up at her, licking his lips before pressing them into her cunt, working his jaw, forcing his tongue inside of her. “Fuck. Eddie.” Yaz wrapped her legs around Eddie’s neck, bucking her hips into his face. He gripped her thighs, digging his nails into the skin.
Yaz tangled her fingers into Eddie’s hair as River came up behind her, leaning down to kiss her. She tried to push herself up, but Eddie dragged his teeth over her clit, causing her to gasp against River’s lips. “Fuck,”
River pushed her bra down, freeing her tits and groping them, rubbing circles over her nipple with her thumb. Eddie pulled away from her cunt, nipping at the sensitive flesh of her inner thigh. “Why’d you stop?” Yaz gasped, looking down at Eddie, who squeezed her thigh.
“Can’t have you coming too soon. Need to make this last.” Eddie hummed, peppering kisses over her skin, getting desperately close to her center but not offering her any relief. “I have a promise to keep.”
Yaz gasped as River ran her palms over her tits. The corner of the worktop caused her to wince. “Bed, please.” She smiled up at River and then down at Eddie. “This worktop isn’t very comfortable.”
Eddie pressed a kiss to the inside of her thigh. “A’course.” He stood up, eyes darting between Yaz and River. “Don’t dawdle.” Yaz watched as Eddie left the kitchen, and River dragged her hands over Yaz’s chest, causing her to look up.
“Now we can’t keep him waiting now can we?” River stood up, and Yaz watched as she followed after Eddie.
“No, we cannot.” Yaz jumped off the worktop, running up the stairs as she pulled her shirt up over her head. She entered the room only to be spun around and shoved onto the bed. The bed gave under her weight as River straddled her waist. Her dress rode up her thighs, and Yaz dragged her fingers up over her thigh, hooking her finger over her panties’ waistband. She tugged at them, looking up at River with a mischievous grin. She let the elastic snap against her waist.
River frowned down at her, raising a brow. “Really?”
Yaz bit her lip, nodding. “Yeah.” She pulled at the waistband again, snapping it, causing River to glower down at her. “What? It’s almost like you don’t want me to touch you.”
“Don’t put words in my mouth.” River huffed and began grinding against her stomach, while gripping her shoulders. Yaz could feel River’s wet cunt pressing into her skin.
Yaz gasped, reaching to grip River’s hips as they moved in rhythmic motions, a low moan being pulled from her lips. “Just like that, River. You feel so good.” She reached up, pushing her dress up. “You want to come for me?”
“Yes, I do, Sir.” River leaned forward, quickening her pace, the bed squeaking with the motion. She screwed her eyes shut, face screwing itself into one of pleasure.
“Come on. I know you can do it.” Yaz encouraged, squeezing her ass. “You want to be good for me, don’t you?”
River pressed down on her stomach, grinding her cunt against. “I do. I want to be so good for you.” She screwed her eyes closed, biting her lip before a moan finally escaped her as she came. “Fuck,” Her chest heaved, and Yaz licked her lips.
“Now isn’t that better?” Yaz huffed, looking up at River, running her hand up her back. “You’re such a good dog.”
River looked down at her with hungry eyes. “Woof.” Yaz wanted to say something more, but before she could, Eddie made his presence known.
“Mind if I cut in here?” Eddie glanced between them. “I believe I left something unfinished.”
River climbed off her waist, allowing Eddie to press his face between her legs. Yaz gasped, wrapping her legs around his neck, tangling her fingers in his hair. “Fuck. Eddie.” He dragged his teeth over her clit. He looked up at her as he sucked at her, pushing her legs open as his tongue found its way into her cunt. “Just like that.” Yaz whimpered as she threw her head back, bucking her hips up and into his mouth.
Yaz’s whole body tensed as waves of pleasure washed over her until the only thing she could think was ‘fuck’ as she came into his mouth.
Eddie pulled away, licking his lips before pressing a light kiss against her thigh. “Never leave again.” He climbed up, settling onto her chest. “I don’t think I can handle you leaving.”
Yaz laughed, chest rumbling under Eddie. “You just want me to stay at home all the time? What about my career?”
Eddie frowned, reaching up to wrap a strand of her hair around his finger. “You can still have a career.”
“But I just have to be available for you fuck whenever you want?” Yaz raised an unamused brow at him.
“I missed you, okay!” Eddie buried his face in the crook of her neck. “Let me be greedy.” Yaz gently stroked his head, reaching around to trace designs into his back.
“I was only gone a few days,” Yaz smirked up at Eddie, who pouted in the most adorable manner.
“A few days too many,” Eddie whined, and Yaz rolled her eyes, turning to look at River, who perched herself on the edge of the bed.
“He’s being so needy,” Yaz said to River. “You’d think I’d been gone for weeks.”
River hummed, pressing her lips into Eddie’s neck, pulling him up and off Yaz’s chest. She watched as they kissed over her, River reaching down to stroke Eddie’s dick, causing him to gasp. “So hard for us.” She hummed, grabbing at his thigh as Eddie placed his hand between Yaz’s tits.
“So hard,” Eddie moaned into his wife’s lips as he began to grind his cunt against her stomach. “Fuck. You feel so good, Yaz.”
Yaz placed her hands on his back as River continued rubbing his cock while he rocked against her stomach. “So do you.” He leaned forward, pressing just a little too hard on her chest as he came against her.
“Fuck.” Eddie huffed, chest heaving.
River wrapped her hands around his chest. “Look at the mess you made of Yaz.”
“You’re one to talk.” Eddie snarked back, allowing River to kiss him.
Yaz watched, eyes bouncing between Eddie and River, moving as he climbed off her to better kiss his wife. Her tongue flicked out to wet her lips. “That was fun. Can I…” She paused, waiting until the pair pulled apart and gave her their full attention. “Bring something up?”
Eddie moved to sit next to her. “A’course, Love.” He gently brushed some hair from her eyes and behind her ear. “What’s on your mind?”
“So, you know how I just got back from visiting my parents?”
“Yes…?” River drawled from where she sat on her other side.
“Well, they, uh, they want to meet you. They were a bit upset that they didn’t even know I was seeing someone, let alone two someones. Let alone two someones for almost four years.” The words tumbled quickly from her mouth before she could stop them. She hadn’t realized how nervous this was making her until now.
“I take it they took you being poly and a sugar baby well?” River asked, placing a comforting hand on her thigh.
“Poly, yes. Sugar baby, god no. I can’t even imagine trying to explain that to them.” Yaz laughed, looking between River and Eddie. “I told them I’d ask you both about a visit, but that I can’t make any promises.”
“We’d love to meet your parents,” River said, squeezing her thigh. “Wouldn’t we, sweetie?”
Eddie looked up, glancing between River and Yaz. “I… Yeah. Mum’s love me.”
“You don’t have to meet them. I can tell them that it’s just not possible.” Yaz said, pushing herself up and turning to look at Eddie. “I mean, it’s not like we’re actually dating.” She rolled her eyes, trying to portray nonchalance despite the way her heart clenched at the statement.
“No, no, no.” Eddie shook his head, reaching up to run frustrated hands through his hair and over his face. “Just because I had a shit mum doesn’t mean I need to project that onto yours.” He flashed a smile at Yaz. “Your parents seem great, from what you’ve told us about them. Real lovin’ and acceptin’, and I think meeting them would be great.” Eddie placed his hands on her hips. “I would love to meet the people who made you.”
“Ew, gross.” Yaz shoved at Eddie’s chest as he pressed his lips into her neck. “Never say something like that again.”
“Okay.” Eddie hummed before nipping at her earlobe, pawing at her tit. “How can I possibly make it up to you?”
“Oh,” Yaz leaned back, arching her chest into Eddie’s hand. “I can think of a few ways.”
“Just a few?” River cooed into her ear, fingers slipping between her legs.
“Maybe more than a few.” Yaz bit her lip, eyes darting between the couple. It was going to be a long night, and Yaz was more the happy to stay up all night long.