Now or Never (Audio Script)

Stories

“Okay, so it’s like a historical show but also packed with sexual chemistry and tension? So it’s like a renaissance soap opera?”

“Regency era.

And girl, it’s so much more than a soap.

Trust me, you just have to experience it.”

“Okay, I believe you.

Although, you did steer me wrong with that Witcher show.

You want butter on this popcorn?

”

“Yeah.

And hey, I stand by that one.

”

“Okay but there’s like multiple people playing the same guy, it’s so confusing.”

“Yeah but who cares when they look that good?”

I make my way into the living room from the kitchen, bowl of popcorn in hand. You’re settled on the couch, legs crossed, trying to set up the show on your console.

You are dressed pretty casually, but even your casual style is something to be admired. You always look so put together, even for a movie night.

We’ve been hanging out… seeing each other… I’m not even sure what to call it, really… for a while now. I decided after my last relationship that I didn’t want to hide away and drown my sorrows in pints of ice cream.

I kind of made a bucket list—a list of all the experiences I want to have while I’m focusing on myself for a while. It sounds silly and childish, but honestly, it’s working.

I’ve already done rock climbing and going to a fetish club, and now… well… I’m not really sure where this is going. But it’s me and you… and sometimes your husband, too.

It was unexpected, but we just… I don’t know, clicked? You were actually my first queer experience, and I knew after our first date that we really had a connection. And then the last time I was here… your husband joined us.

I’d never had a three-way before, and it was… well, it’s definitely an experience I want to have again. I’m just… not sure how to go about it. We haven’t really talked about it since.

Maybe it was just a one-time thing.

I hope not.

“This couch is so comfortable, oh my god.”

“Thanks. Be sure to repeat that when my husband gets home - he was convinced no couch was worth this much money.”

“Oh, whatever you paid for this, it was definitely worth it.

What time does he come home again?”

”

“In around an hour, I think.

”

“You lean into me, and I sit upright so you can slip your arm around my waist, pulling me into you.

”

“Mmm… you feel so good like this.

”

“Yeah? And what happened to watching this series that I just can’t go on without experiencing, huh?

”

You slip your hands under my shirt, caressing my skin until you reach my bra, running your palms over my breasts. You place a few kisses against my back through my shirt and I squeeze my thighs together.

“Mmmm…”

“It can wait…

”

“So that was a pretense, hm?

You totally lured me over here under the pretense of—

”

“Maybe…”

“Oh, I see how it is.

”

I shift off your lap and settle next to you on the couch. You pull me closer and I wrap my arms around your neck.

Your lips are soft against mine, and I can already feel myself melting against you as you slide your hand around the back of my neck.

Your tongue slides into my mouth and you playfully swirl it around, then bite down gently on my bottom lip.

I guide you down onto your back and press my weight on top of you.

Fuck, your body feels so good under mine. So soft…

I love running my hands along your curves and slipping them under your blouse.

Taking it off and you help me with mine.

You’re not even wearing a bra underneath, and the second my shirt’s off, I can’t resist taking your breasts into my hands.

Running my tongue along the sensitive skin.

Your hands trail down my waist and to my jeans, pulling down the zipper.

“Come here…”

You kiss along my jaw and down my neck, caressing my ribs as you reach back to unhook my bra and expose my breasts.

I’ve always been a little self-conscious about my body. But with you… I’m not.

It feels… liberating, to be with you. You’ve brought out this side of me where I feel more comfortable in my own skin, more adventurous, too…

I reach down and undo your zipper as you trail your hands over my breasts and give them a soft squeeze.

“Let’s get these off, huh?

”

“Yeah…”

We both pull down our jeans and I fumble to kick them off, falling back onto the couch.

“You’re so clumsy…

”

Suddenly, everything stops, and we’re plunged into darkness.

“What-”

“Oh, shit.

Hang on… I’ll see if I can—

”

You get up and check the light switches. None of the lights turn on. You move around, checking the other switches, but nothing works.

“Power cut.

It’s probably a fuse blew or something…

Hang on. Don’t go anywhere.

”

As you head into the kitchen, I notice through a slight split in the curtains that the city view is completely dark.

“Hey, uh… looks like it’s happening in the other houses too.

Can’t see the city lights either.

”

I hear you grab a few things from the kitchen cabinets, and you come back in with a collection of little tea light candles, already flickering with light.

“That’ll explain it.

Good thing I have candles.

Battery operated, of course.

”

“Very safe.”

“My husband used to be a volunteer firefighter.

Believe me, I have been fully briefed on fire safety.

”

“So… it looks like we can’t watch the show at all now.

”

“What a shame.”

I guide you back down on the couch and trail my lips down your neck, between your breasts as I lightly pinch your chest.

“That feel good?”

“Yeah… keep-keep going…

”

I pinch them again, a little harder this time, before taking one into my mouth, circling my tongue around the hardening nub.

“Mmm, god you feel good.”

Your skin’s so soft and supple, and I palm one of your generous breasts, running my lips down the dip in your belly…

Down to your hips as I slip my fingers under the waistband of your underwear.

I usually just let you take the lead since I’m still a little new to this… but this time, I want to be the one to make you feel good first.

This newfound confidence in me sends a surge of heat through me, as I slip them down your legs.

“Mmm, someone’s eager.”

“How could I not be?

I mean, have you seen you?

”

I drape your legs over my shoulders, kissing my way up your inner thighs.

Getting closer… fuck, even in the faint candlelight I can see you’re already wet.

I dig my fingers into your thighs and tease my tongue along your skin.

I love it when you shiver against my touch, and our eyes lock for a moment.

Your eyes are dark, desperate for me to lean in just a little closer and…

Mmm, you feel so good against my mouth.

I run my tongue along your clit, kissing softly, slowly…

I want to take my time and savor every moment of this with you.

I don’t want to rush this. I want to make you feel as good as possible.

You buck your hips up slightly, pushing your pussy a little harder against my lips.

“Mmm… that feels really good.”

“Yeah? You want it faster?

”

“No… no, that’s perfect.