Max was sitting behind her work desk, trying to concentrate on answering emails but her mind had other plans. A month had already passed since she had entered this new relationship. She often caught herself smiling at random moments of the day or felt her heart flutter when she received a new text.

From early on, Rachel had asked Max what her limits were; was she okay with kisses out of the blue? With casual touches and more intimate ones? Rachel had not wanted to assume anything and had preferred clearing the air from the start, so no one felt uncomfortable. Max had said she was okay with everything despite the nervous clench of her stomach when she tried to initiate something, which hadn’t been very often, but was working on overcoming that reluctance. Neither Chloe nor Rachel had ever pushed her to do something she hadn’t wanted, and Max was grateful.

Max stared at the blinking cursor on her screen, realising she hadn’t typed anything, head being bombarded by a myriad of thoughts. She had known all along that a relationship would need communication, a healthy back-and-forth to work properly. Having not one but two girlfriends portended even more of that; too many variables in the equation needed clarification and couldn’t be left to mere assumptions. But of course, one could not simply walk into the room and start talking about things that had yet to come to pass. So, like every other relationship, theirs had a few pivotal events that led them to establishing boundaries and opening up.

One such event had taken place about a week ago, when Max had come home to find Chloe and Rachel making out on the couch. Max hadn’t been able to hide her startled face and the wave of mixed emotions that washed over her. She had felt embarrassed for walking in on them, flustered and yes even a little bit jealous. The last one especially bothered her. There were three people in this relationship. She had known that when she had agreed, so why had she felt that way? Right after, Max had made a beeline for her room and hadn’t even come out for dinner feeling silly and guilty for her reaction. The next day, it had been Chloe who had asked Max and Rachel to sit down and discuss what had happened. Max had admitted that the reason she had acted like that was because she was still a bit insecure; seeing how Chloe and Rachel had been together for longer and how doubts constantly crept in her mind, that she didn’t belong.

After having reassured Max that that wasn’t the case, Rachel had surprised the punk and the photographer by admitting that even she wasn’t unaffected by this change. Max had known Chloe for much longer than Rachel had and even though she appeared confident that didn’t mean the little voice in her head didn’t play tricks on her, whispering in her ear words that grew like weeds and masked the real picture. After what had happened with her parents; how they had hidden the truth about her real mother for years, it wasn’t hard to believe that Rachel had a few trust issues. But she trusted Chloe and Max, and that was enough for the moment.

Once all the cards had been laid on the table, the talk had unavoidably reached the topic which all three knew was bound to appear but nonetheless were anxious about; sex and whether it was okay to be intimate all three but also just two of them if the third person wasn’t in the mood or wasn’t around. All three had been serious throughout the discussion as they knew the gravity of the situation and how it could possibly be a catalyst for their new relationship to fall apart before it even began.

They had come to the conclusion that they could do anything they pleased, whenever they wanted, even if it was just two of them as it seemed only fair and did not make them feel constricted in their own relationship.

Back at the office, Max nibbled on her thumb, grinning like a lovestruck idiot upon remembering their conversation and how relieved she had felt after it had ended, deciding that it had totally been worth the awkward moments and restless stretches of silence of their talk. She also realized that today she would be as productive as a potato seeing as she couldn’t concentrate on anything else other than replaying last night’s memories, images appearing in her head as if being developed in a Dark Room.

And really, Max should have expected that her days of overthinking and trying to dissect each spoken word that made her heart flutter would be washed away in a night like all the others.

Max sat on Rachel’s bed with said woman sitting in between her and Chloe. All three were under a light blanket and watching a movie on Max’s laptop since it was the one with the biggest screen and higher resolution for her editing programs. It was Friday night and all three women had deemed it movie night which meant making popcorn and ordering takeout while watching B rated movies or those atrocities Warren gave Max which the latter forced Chloe and Rachel to watch as well because “I can’t be the only one traumatised here.” as she would put it. 

The photographer however, found it increasingly hard to focus as the movie progressed all because her body decided that today was going to be the day to torment her. Yeah, it was one of those days that a particularly growing need between her legs would not go away and the more she fought not to think about it the more it made its presence known.

And of course the exact same day that she felt flustered and couldn’t get her mind out of the gutter, was the same day Chloe had to pull her into a make out session when the brunette had gotten home from work while they waited for Rachel to finish showering and eat dinner. Oh that had made everything so much worse and left Max with an untamed fire within her that was threatening to slowly burn her from the inside out.

As it turned out, she wouldn’t be getting a break now either. Because why would the universe give her a chance to catch her breath? No, it was more fun to make her suffer in the sweetest way possible.

Rachel had her hand on Max’s lap and was lightly tracing her thumb over the photographer’s pyjamas unbeknownst to her that even the slightest of touches had the brunette fighting not to squirm in her spot.

Max tried to ease her breathing and concentrate on the film but the warmth radiating from Rachel’s touch, even if she was touching her over thin fabric, was making it impossible for the brunette. She shifted in her spot, resting her head against the wall and closing her eyes for a brief moment before crossing her legs and squeezing her thighs together. Nope, no, bad idea. The light pressure applied between her legs had her biting the inside of her mouth as she attempted to control her movements.

“You alright?” Rachel cast her a side glance, closely examining her girlfriend.

“Y-yeah.” Max managed to say in a rather shaky exhale.

Rachel eyed her one last time before going back to the movie but her hand moved and pushed its way between the photographer’s legs to rest on her inner thigh and resumed its previous slow strokes.

Max wanted to scream. The need inside was already burning hot and all Rachel was doing was adding fuel to the flames. At some point, the blonde started to gently massage the muscle of Max’s thigh, fingers gently digging in soft flesh. Was she doing this on purpose? Max didn’t know but she found herself praying that Rachel’s hand would travel up higher. The thought had come so naturally that it took a minute for the photographer to realise what she was wishing, making her cheeks burn immediately after but the desire not once wavering, having now taken root inside her, unrelenting. They still hadn’t crossed that huge milestone of sleeping together but it was clear as day now, how bad Max wanted them to.

It was then that she felt the sensation of nails being dragged along her leg. Okay, Rachel was definitely doing it on purpose. Before she could stop herself, a quiet moan tore from her, but she immediately cleared her throat in an attempt to disguise the sound while at the same time looked towards Rachel to see if the blonde had heard.

Oh Rachel had heard it alright and was sporting a small smile akin to a smirk. Hazel eyes pinned on Max’s deep blues before dropping down to her lips.

The photographer hurriedly looked away, her heart beating fast in her chest at having been caught and wishing the floor beneath her would open and swallow her whole. This was a disaster. She was horny, coherent thoughts were a thing of the past and she had not one, but two extremely hot girlfriends that were there and surely willing to help her out but Max had no idea how to even begin asking for such a thing.

During the inner battle between her libido and the rational part of her brain that was slowly losing ground, she felt Rachel shift beside her, leaning towards Chloe but Max did not dare take her eyes off the screen. Mostly scared that the blonde would be eyeing her again and somehow read her mind but also because a persistent tension had settled in her lower stomach and taken over all other mental processes. She didn’t trust herself to move, afraid that she wouldn’t be able to contain her voice if more pressure was applied between her legs.

Before she knew it, the model was facing her again. This time Rachel was so close, Max could feel the blonde’s breath on her skin.

“How about we take a break from the movie?” Rachel suggested. 

“Why-“ It wasn’t much of a question apparently because Max was cut short by a pair of soft lips colliding with hers and that’s all it took for her brain to implode. Rachel kissed her with more force, tongue swiping over her lower lip before diving in when Max opened her mouth. This time the brunette couldn’t hold back the moan that spilled out of her mouth and Rachel drank it all up.

The blonde started moving then, pushing Max gently on the shoulder to get her to lie down, not once breaking the kiss, and the brunette allowed it, her brain too high on hormones and desire to protest sensing that they weren’t going to get back to the movie anytime soon. 

The photographer found that nothing was blocking her feet as she stretched out, laptop nowhere to be found, before she felt the bed dip and a warm body come up to her, pressing another pair of lips against her neck.

After getting up to pause the movie and set the device on the desk, Chloe had crawled her way back onto the bed to lie beside Max, wanting in on the game and going straight in for a critical hit by biting down on her earlobe; a weak spot she had discovered during their numerous make-out sessions. Right on cue, a spark of electricity coursed through Max’s body and landed right in her core, forcing her to gasp into the kiss with Rachel. God she was so turned on she could barely think straight.

The atmosphere in the room had unequivocally changed. It was heavy and so charged that if someone struck a match the whole place would surely go up in flames.

Rachel took the small pause from the broken kiss as an opportunity to place her leg between Max’ before leaning back down to lavish the brunette’s neck with kisses. Rachel’s lips though were immediately replaced by Chloe’s, not giving Max time to catch her breath. The kiss wasn’t as controlled as Rachel’s but more playful; Chloe alternated between sucking and biting the brunette’s lower lip before fully kissing her.

The photographer felt her brain turn to mush. Her one hand found purchase on Chloe’s T-shirt while the other held onto Rachel’s arm as she unintentionally started grinding her hips against Rachel’s thigh that rested between her legs, in search of any form of friction. It wasn’t much but it would have to do and it beat the alternative which was shoving her hand down her pants. 

Rachel smiled against Max’s skin, letting more of her weight fall onto Max before bringing her leg up to apply more pressure on the brunette whose hips bucked instantly and her grip tightened around Rachel’s arm. Fuck . She could feel her underwear slide against her from how wet she was. 

The instant Max’s head rolled back, the sweetest moan Chloe or Rachel had ever heard, escaped the brunette’s lips and they both knew then and there that they’d give anything to hear it again.

“Oh sweet baby girl.” Rachel caressed Max’s face and tucked a few locks of hair behind her ear all the while Chloe watched them both with an intense stare, as the punk tried to still her own rapidly beating heart.

“Sorry. I didn’t-I-“ Max could barely focus on what she wanted to say. That had felt so good but now that the realisation of how desperate she felt, of what she had been doing kicked in, she felt a wave of embarrassment wash over her, cheeks burning hot.

“Babe, there’s nothing you need to apologise for.” Rachel spoke in a soothing voice, bringing Max’s hand up to her lips and giving it a small kiss.

“Yeah, we just want to make you feel good.” Chloe leaned in to peck her on the lips. “We can stop right here, we don’t have to go all the way if you don’t want to.” Chloe said in a soft voice. She really didn’t want to mess this up or push Max too much.

“But just know that if you do, we will take it slow and stop at any moment you feel uncomfortable.” Rachel said as soothingly as she could manage. She too was feeling the pressure and did not want to do anything to upset Max.

Earlier, she had sensed that something was up with the brunette by the way she had responded to her touches and had decided to test the waters but now doubts were creeping in, that maybe Max wasn’t up for it and was just going with the flow.

The photographer listened closely to both her girlfriends. It was true that she was a bit scared. This would be her first time but she also knew that she wanted it to be with the two of them and couldn’t find any reason to not continue even though her stomach was tied in knots due to the fact that she’d never reached this far with anybody before.

“I want this. I want you both.” Max said in the most determined voice that she could master in her state.  

Chloe and Rachel looked at each other for a quick but intense moment. They had wanted to sleep with Max for some time now but were both too hesitant to initiate anything, afraid of going too fast or not knowing how to approach the subject. 

“Okay.” Chloe breathed out as she registered the words. Anticipation and nervousness filling every fibre of her being.

Rachel gave Max one last kiss before moving to sit up and straddle her. Her hips started a slow circular motion, grinding down against the photographer who was actively telling herself to remember to breathe, because holly hell that felt good.

“You can touch me if you want, Max.” Rachel gave her a small smile as she could practically see the thoughts forming over the brunette’s head, wondering what to do with her idle hands.

“Like this.” Chloe said as she moved to kneel behind the blonde. She placed her hands on either side of Rachel’s waist and gradually started running them up her sides, dragging her shirt along the way until she  could take hold of it, pulling it off Rachel.

Max audibly gulped. Rachel wasn’t wearing anything under her shirt. Unfortunately, she wasn’t given enough time to process that information because she was assaulted by another visual of Chloe’s hands roaming over delicate skin, from Rachel’s stomach all the way to her breasts.

The blonde let out a small gasp when she felt the punk’s hands on her, callused fingers passing over sensitive skin as she dropped her head back to rest on Chloe’s shoulder before turning her head to seal their lips together.

For a few seconds, Max thought that she would pass out. The feeling, the visual, everything was new and if she was honest a bit nerve-racking, but she also felt a strong need to participate. She wanted to give as much as she was receiving.

With that thought giving her the confidence boost she needed, the brunette pushed up from the bed and replaced Chloe’s hands with her own on the model’s hips before leaning in to kiss Rachel when the blonde turned to look at Max. This she knew how to do, was comfortable with and Max latched on to it. It also helped that Rachel responded eagerly to her initiative, kissing back with vigour.

The brunette staggered for one instant, momentarily losing the rhythm of her kiss with Rachel when she felt Chloe’s hand take hers and guide it up until Max was the one cupping the blonde’s breast with the punk guiding her through it.

That’s when the photographer felt Rachel take hold of the hem of her shirt and start to pull up, stopping midway and breaking the kiss to look at Max who whispered a Yes before letting the blonde continue and fighting every instinct that was screaming at her to cover up because she might have forgotten one teeny tiny detail. She had been in her pyjamas, straight out of a shower which meant no bra.

Rachel must have sensed her apprehension because she quickly pulled her towards her body so they were flush against each other and resumed their kiss to help distract her girlfriend.

But Max hadn’t needed the kiss for that. No, the feel of warm, bare skin against hers had done the job pretty nicely.

Once her mind wasn’t in the red alert zone anymore, the brunette began to cover Rachel’s neck and shoulder with kisses until her concentration was broken yet again by Chloe’s hand wiggling between her and the model, pushing past the band of Rachel’s pants to touch her and start working her up.

Rachel couldn’t stop a moan from escaping her, the feeling of Chloe’s fingers along with the press of lips on her neck made it impossible for her to keep quiet. The sensations were flooding her brain with endorphins. But as much as her body was begging her to stay there and be worshipped, she knew that for once this wasn’t about her. It was about Max and making sure she was not only comfortable but was also having fun. Rachel wanted to discover what made the photographer tick, what made her melt and ask for more and she was certain Chloe felt the same way.

And so with a bit of reluctance, she paused the punk’s movements and proceeded to push Max back until she was laying back on the bed with Rachel giving her one last peck before she made her way down and littered freckled skin with kisses.

Unfortunately for Chloe, it was her turn to have her brain short circuit when her eyes took in the sight below her. All this time she had been devoid of any type of visual and now that she could take it all in, it felt like she had been kicked in the stomach because holly shit Max was there, in bed, topless and Rachel was dragging her lips across her breasts, sides and stomach and the punk might have felt a bit faint.

Chloe broke out of her trance-like state to allow Rachel to move more freely and went to settle on Max’s side. She placed her hand on the brunette’s neck and pulled her in for a kiss.

Max didn’t know what to focus on first. Chloe’s lips dragging along hers?  How her hand started moving lower, albeit with a slight tremble in it, as she hesitantly traced light caresses over her chest until the punk was cupping her? Chloe was definitely feeling apprehensive, afraid that she might be moving too fast but Max’s small hiccup and moan told her otherwise.

The photographer’s mind however, also registered Rachel’s kisses on her stomach and her fingers on her hips, flirting with the waistband of her pyjamas, never fully sliding underneath them. 

When Rachel’s lips reached below Max’s navel she stopped and sat up, her question bringing two pairs of blue eyes on her.

“Max, do you want me to continue?” She asked in as smooth of a voice as she could master in the moment; when blood levels rose and desire was running high.  

Max could hear her heart beat loudly in her ears. Her nerves surging to the surface once again as her stomach tightened. Was she ready to be completely bare in front of her girlfriends? She didn’t think anybody was at first but she was certain she wanted this and that given time, she would become  more comfortable with it.

“Yes.” Her answer came out in a soft yet determined voice.  

Rachel smiled at her as she hooked her fingers on the band of Max’s pyjama pants and pulled off one layer. Locking eyes with Chloe who had turned to watch the blonde, she started laying kisses on Max’s inner thigh, a small smirk forming at the corner of her mouth upon noticing the punk lick her lips at the sight before Chloe resumed running her tongue along the brunette’s exposed neck.  

Just when Max thought her brain had adjusted to two different set of hands on her, a guttural moan was forced out of her as she felt Rachel’s thumb pressing down on a sensitive bundle of nerves over her underwear before gently moving up and down her sex. It made her hips buckle, chasing after the sensation again, and her hold tightened around Chloe’s arm who nuzzled the side of her head with her nose before speaking in a raspy voice.

“I got you.”

Max’s pulse didn’t slow down but she did however find her body unwind at the reassuring words grazed against her ear.  

Once Rachel saw that Max had relaxed again, she decided it was time to remove the last piece of fabric that separated them.

No matter how well Rachel and Chloe knew their way in the bedroom, they still had to steady their breath at the sight in front of them. They had wanted Max for a long time and now they were getting a chance to be with her. And the cherry on the top was that her first time was with them. So, it wasn’t a stretch to say that they felt the pressure but also an immense eagerness. 

Rachel’s warmth on her now felt ten times more intense and Max tried not to blush but failed miserably when the model’s fingers caught on wet folds, revealing how pent up Max had been all day.

It’s not like Max was a saint. She had ventured down the road of self-discovery before and so wasn’t a stranger to the sensation of being touched but having somebody else do it was an entirely different experience, especially since this was Rachel Amber, her girlfriend, the woman that half Arcadia Bay was openly crushing on and the other half scorned, but secretly wanted to be like.

“Do you want her to taste you Max?” Chloe’s low voice echoed against her skin before the punk nibbled on her ear.

Oh sweet heavens above, Max was not going to come out of this alive, was she?

Max felt Rachel bite down on her thigh and squeeze her sides, no doubt having heard the question as well and clearly wanting to do just that.

A strong throbbing sensation she’d never felt before nestled between her legs as images of Rachel’s tongue buried in her flashed through her mind, effectively making the decision for her.

The hungry look the model darted her when she gave Rachel the confirmation made her skin prickle with anticipation as she let her girlfriend settle down with one leg on either side of her head.

Chloe had never felt more distracted and she wasn’t even on the receiving end. The kisses she left on Max’s exposed skin were untimed as she stole glances at Rachel who had her long hair pushed to the side as her lips neared Max’s sex. The punk felt like the t-shirt and shorts she was still wearing might as well be made of wool because her whole body was burning up. She could feel her underwear cling to her and fucking Christ nobody had even touched her yet.

Her trail of thoughts were broken by the sound of Max gasping and stiffening beneath her as Rachel parted the brunette open with her fingers before running her tongue along slick folds. The model breathed in deeply through her nose and hummed upon tasting Max. Every fibre of her body urged her to make the brunette hers, to have her writhing under her experienced touch but this could wait. Now she had to focus on taking it slow.

Max on the other hand was finding it increasingly difficult to keep her hips in check because this was like nothing she’d ever felt before. The tongue that was currently drawing out this deep pleasure from within her was hot and wet and so fucking good she was certain that she had already become addicted to it.  

With every dip of Rachel’s tongue in her or plush lips sucking on her clit, the closer Max got to tipping over the edge and the harder it was for her to maintain a kiss with Chloe who had given up on holding back and had shoved her hand down her pants to rub small and fast circles against her clit, needing the friction to not combust on the spot.  

Max wasn’t faring any better, feeling her orgasm out of hand’s reach. The pleasure deep in her belly growing and expanding with every touch until it spilled like water in an overfilled glass. With the last coherent thoughts, Max stretched out her arm in search of Rachel’s hand who felt the brunette’s finger tips brush against hers and swiftly intertwined their fingers together before giving her a reassuring squeeze. Coaxing her to let go.

This little gesture was all it took for Max to take that leap as she hid her face in the nook of Chloe’s neck who held her tight as she came. Her whole body going stiff one second and pliant as clay the next.

By the time Max could feel her legs again and calm her breathing, a deep sense of satisfaction had washed over her but was quickly threatening to dissipate because now what? Was she supposed to say or do something?

Luckily, her girlfriends didn’t leave her time to overthink the situation because Rachel was making her way up to her by placing light kisses all along her body while Chloe moved aside brown strands of hair that had fallen over her eyes. They were trivial actions yet they helped ground Max to the present, like a string wrapped around her ankle, preventing her from drifting off.

As Max caught her breath, she glanced to the side to see Rachel kissing Chloe and pushing her to lie down on the bed as the punk unceremoniously discarded her pants, making her eagerness known. The action however, earned her a raised eyebrow from the blonde, evidently amused by the other’s struggle.

“What? Can you blame me after what I just saw?!” Chloe blurted out as if it wasn’t obvious how incredibly hot that had been. 

“Like you need any excuses to get naked.” Rachel said as she settled on Chloe’s left side, effectively trapping the punk between her and Max who had turned on her side to face them.

The model could tell that Chloe wasn’t in need for any foreplay from the unconscious undulating shifts of her hips and the taste of urgency in her kiss when she had leaned in to steal one more. She decided to spare her and so took Max’s hand and guided it down, past the punk’s scrunched up top that she was for some reason, unknown to her, still wearing and past taut abdominal muscles to the place she needed it the most.

Chloe propped herself on her elbows as she bit her lower lip in anticipation, eyes darting frantically between hazel and blue ones, wanting to see what would come next. Hopefully, her and soon.

With one last smirk, Rachel pushed Max’s hand down so she was cupping Chloe before guiding her movement with practiced ease to touch the punk the way she usually did.

“Oh fuck.” Chloe cursed under her breath, her head falling back at the sudden rush of feel-good chemicals in her brain.

At the sound of Chloe’s moan, Max’s eyes snapped up from where they had been glued on her and Rachel’s hand to take in flexing abs and arched neck as if the punk was trying to hold back. Just as she was about to lean in and kiss her, she felt her middle finger being pushed by Rachel’s own as they both slipped inside Chloe and slowly dipped into molten heat.

Max honestly believed that she was burning red when she heard Chloe groan and push down with her hips to take them whole. It was so warm and smooth and Rachel was once more showing her what to do, thrusting in and curling their fingers on every outstroke.

“She likes it here Max, isn’t that right babe?” Rachel spoke in a velvet voice as she showed the brunette the place that made Chloe’s toes curl in pleasure before removing her finger to allow Max to add her own second.

“Shit, y-yeah. Keep doing that Max.” The punk said in a strained voice as she locked eyes with the photographer who was abruptly overcome with a new sense of purpose and yes, a hint of satisfaction that she was one of the reasons Chloe had that look of pleasure painted all over her face.

The punk could feel her orgasm approaching alarmingly fast and just as she was going to ask for that extra little push, Rachel started rubbing small circles on her clit and leaned down for a kiss, tongue swiping against hers.

That’s when it hit her, and Chloe knew she was a goner because she could fucking taste Max on Rachel and it was all too much. The double assault, the kiss, Max on Rachel’s tongue. She felt like she’d been fine tuned for hours and now she had reached the breaking point. Her body seized up, breath catching in her throat as she came hard around the brunette’s fingers. Max could feel her flutter around her and yeah, she definitely wanted to feel that again.

By now Rachel was hanging on by the threads, her underwear completely soaked through and if she didn’t get fucked fast and hard right now, she was sure she’d lose her goddamn mind. Every movement she made to swap positions with Chloe was a painful reminder of how terribly turned on she was and she prayed that the punk had recovered so she could give her a hand with the very prominent ache between her legs.

“Max, babe come here.” She said as she rested her back on the headboard and motioned for the brunette to come to her. “You did so well.” The blonde’s word brushed against Max’s lips as Rachel sealed them together in a tender kiss.

Chloe had already taken her position between her spread legs and Rachel gasped into the kiss with Max when she felt the familiar pattern the punk always started with when eating her out. Chloe could tell how much Rachel needed it fast and hard because her legs were trembling from holding back for so long and her fist was knuckle white while holding the sheets.

So, she gave her just that. Adding two fingers, she started fucking her fast and hard while sucking on her clit. This time, Rachel had to actually break the kiss as she cried out cause fuck she needed this so bad, a sense of satisfaction coursing through her at finally get some much-needed attention, but most importantly she loved Chloe all the more for knowing exactly what it was she wanted without asking her for it.

Max’s brain short circuited for probably the hundredth time this night as she tried to process what was undeniably the most intense display she had laid eyes on. Rachel sitting on the bed, legs bent and spread as her body oscillated back and forth from Chloe’s harsh thrusts. One hand holding onto blue tufts of hair, the other grasping onto bed sheets for dear life.

Once again, Max was torn between not knowing if she should intervene and wanting to contribute in any way she could all the while Rachel was becoming more and more incapable of speech.

Her hesitation however, evaporated the instant the blonde gave her a heated look, lips parted and body flushed and an inexorable urge struck her to bring their lips together in a burning kiss before trailing her tongue down the model’s neck and without thinking too much or else she might get cold feet, taking a nipple in her mouth.

Rachel’s response was instantaneous.

“Max! God, yes!” She cried out in pleasure as the hand that was holding onto blue tufts flew up to brown strands instead.

Point one for Max. The brunette seemed to feed off the encouragement as she continued to kiss and slightly graze her teeth over the erect bud with more confident moves while playing with the other one in her hand.

Chloe could feel the moment Max took Rachel’s nipple in her mouth cause the blonde bore down on her fingers and the punk for a moment believed she had died and gone to heaven because what she was experiencing was surreal.

The photographer’s initiative had been the last little shove Rachel had needed to freefall over the edge. If she was being honest, she had absolutely no idea for how long she came. It could have been seconds it could have been minutes, all she was aware of in those blissful moments was her hand holding tightly onto Max’s hair and Chloe between her legs, drawing out her orgasm for as long as possible. 

“That was…” Max began to say when Rachel opened her eyes again.

“Hella…” Chloe continued between deep breaths.

“Intense…” Rachel finished, pushing her hair to the side before looking at Max who had grabbed a discarded t-shirt and put it on feeling slightly cold and a bit exposed.

“How are you love? I-um I know we might have gotten a bit carried away at the end there…” She said giving a side glance to Chloe who was now kneeling in front of them and anxiously chewing the inside of her mouth. Rachel was worried that she might have made Max uncomfortable when she had slipped and given in to the moment from seeing how the brunette had hastily covered herself up.

Max saw them both looking concerned and eyeing the fabric she put on and wanted to quickly clear the air.

“Rachel, Chloe, I am honestly fine. More than fine really. I feel….” She trailed off trying to find the best word to describe what she was feeling exactly as her cheeks burned. There were a myriad of emotions flying around in her head right now but one outshone the rest. Love, like none she had ever experienced before.

“This might sound stupid and potentially cringe worthy, but I feel… closer to both of you in some way. I don’t know if that makes any sense.”

“I think I understand.” Rachel said as she moved closer to the brunette and held her hand. “We just didn’t want to go too fast or make you uncomfortable.”

“And I appreciate that, I really do but you don’t have to worry…I-um-felt a lot of things but uncomfortable wasn’t one of them…” Max mumbled, averting her gaze. She had been a bit scared at first yes, but she couldn’t have asked for a better first time. She felt taken care of and loved even if such a word hadn’t been spoken yet.

“Well I, for one, am willing to sacrifice myself and go again for as long as you need. To ease you into it of course. No ulterior motive.” Chloe joked trying to lighten the mood but in reality, a huge wave of relief washed over her and she felt a sense of gratification and privilege that Max had trusted them enough to go through with it.

Max rolled her eyes but couldn’t stop the swoop of her stomach upon hearing Chloe’s offer, her carefree attitude relaxing her even more.

“So altruistic of you.” Rachel commented and smiled when she heard Max and Chloe chuckle.

“As tempting as that sounds Chlo, I think I’m tapping out for tonight.” The photographer spoke in a sleep-heavy voice. The whole experience, as much fun and fulfilling as it had been, had drained her physically and emotionally and she was ready to fall into Morpheus’s arms.

“Whatever you need babe.” Chloe gave her a genuine smile before pressing a small kiss on her forehead.

That night, the three fell asleep together in a bundle of intertwined limbs and scattered blankets with Max finding herself between Rachel and Chloe, her eyes feeling heavy by the minute, as she drifted off surrounded by two bodies that warmed her heart.

The sound of a notification going off on her phone woke Max from her reverie, startling her and making her realise that she had been daydreaming for way too long when her eyes fell on the time.

The text was from Rachel, saying that she was in the neighbourhood for a photoshoot at a nearby hotel that was used for the setting of the shoot and that if Max wanted, she could pass by her office so they could head home together.

The brunette bit her lower lip as she considered her options. Today had been a slow day and her absentmindedness hadn’t really incentivised her to be more productive. Maybe she could leave thirty minutes earlier and go surprise Rachel at the hotel instead of spinning around in her chair, waiting for the minutes to trickle by. Absenteeism; Chloe would be proud.

Mind made up, Max switched off her work computer, grabbed her messenger bag and made her way to the nearest bus stop. Thankfully, the hotel wasn’t too far so she would make it before Rachel texted her again asking where she was.

Fifteen minutes later, the young photographer was entering the lobby of an impeccably clean and very expensive looking hotel. The marble floors mirrored the chandelier that hung above her head, lighting the place with its warm hue. To her left was a cosy looking sitting area with leather couches and armchairs where people could bide their time while their rooms were being prepared or, in Max’s case, wait for someone.

After scrolling on her phone for a few minutes, Max’s attention was caught by the sound of a succession of quick steps. Without moving her head, the brunette looked up to see a woman that was clearly the photographer judging by the two cameras hanging around her neck and a man who she guessed had to be an assistant of sorts, walk across the lobby with someone else between them.

That’s when Max felt her jaw might drop to the floor like some kind of cartoon character when her eyes landed on Rachel. It wasn’t like she was wearing something high couture or provocative. In fact, it was the exact opposite, yet it had the same if not a bigger effect on her.

Rachel’s hair was styled to the side and let loose, waves of honey blonde falling over a wine-red crop top. The waist-high faded black jeans she wore hugged her figure perfectly and the black heeled boots made her stick out even more. Of course, her makeup was spot-on, matching the colour combination of her outfit. Max honestly believed that no one should be allowed to look this good in red. It didn’t come as a surprise to her that half the lobby had either side-glanced or just downright turned their head to stare at the model who walked like she owned the room.

The brunette quickly got up and strode towards her girlfriend before calling out to her, not wanting to have to shout and draw the attention on her.

“Max! What are you doing here? I was about to call you.” Rachel’s surprised face morphed into a softer one upon seeing the younger after telling the two people she was with that she would be with them in a minute.

“I um-“ Max cleared her throat as she tried to remember how sentences were formed. “I thought I would surprise you instead.”

“Well, I do love me some surprises. Especially when they come in the form of cute brunettes.” Rachel couldn’t conceal her small smirk at the light blush appearing on her girlfriend’s face. What she found most amusing however, was how Max was constantly darting her eyes to her lips but never made any move to come closer. “You can kiss me you know.” The blonde stepped into the other’s personal space, lips caught in a smile.

“I didn’t want to ruin your makeup.” The photographer explained feeling flustered under Rachel’s knowing gaze. It wasn’t a lie. She honestly didn’t want to mess it up but also she wasn’t sure if it would be okay to kiss her with Rachel’s co-workers a few feet away. Despite all that, her nervousness vanished instantly when she felt a pair of red lips on hers.

Max sighed into the kiss, her hand coming up to land on the blonde’s arm. Max wasn’t entirely sure what overtook her then as she brought her hand up to rest on her girlfriend’s neck and pressed in harder, deepening the kiss seeing how a few seconds ago she had been hesitant to even initiate it. Maybe it was because she now felt more confident after having slept together, like the field had been cleared of the mines and none of them had to tiptoe around each other.

If Rachel was surprised by the initiative, she didn’t show it once she pulled back.

“You’re too adorable for your own good.” Rachel pecked her cheek before adding. “I’ll go change real quick and then we can go grab a coffee. What do you say?”

“You got me at coffee.”

Half an hour later, the two were sitting at a small coffee shop Max frequented, tucked away in a hidden street. Rachel had in the end changed her mind and ordered a red fruit smoothie while Max stayed faithful to her cup of coffee but had given in to the temptation and ordered a chocolate chip muffin as well which she had been eyeing since the moment she had spotted it on a cake stand under a glass dome.

“I’m used to people’s eyes on me when working Max, but what’s your excuse?” Rachel joked when she noticed a pair of deep blue eyes trained on her.

“Nothing, I just like looking at you.”

“Thanks, but let’s try that again.” The blonde prompted, sensing that there was more to the story.

“I just- I still have trouble believing that all this worked out.” She gestured vaguely. “This timeline, us. I guess I always worried that you might… hate me for how I had left things with Chloe when I moved to Seattle…” Max confessed, slightly tensing up at having revealed what was on her mind.

Rachel’s face changed to a more serious expression as she closely examined her girlfriend.

“I’m going to be totally honest with you Max. When I first heard what happened I was angry, and I truly believed that Chloe was better off without you.” Rachel despised admitting it, hated seeing the hurt swimming behind those blue eyes but she wasn’t about to lie either. Not to Max. Back then she was obdurate and wouldn’t even consider examining the other side of the coin. That’s why she had clicked with Chloe so well, why she believed they were invincible.

“Look, I’m not going to sit and pretend to understand what it was like for both of you or why you did what you did. Hell, who knows what I would have done in your situation. Probably something rash…” Rachel sighed, thinking back at some of her not so glamorous outbursts. “But then I met you, the real you. Not some distorted image of you that I had conjured up and you proved me wrong in the best way possible.” She said while placing her hand over Max’s who was struggling to figure out how to respond.

“What I’m trying to say is, I’m glad you’re here with us.” Rachel beat her to it.

“Me too. I feel like I can finally relax and I don’t need to be looking over my shoulder with every big decision I make, fearing that I might alter something.” The photographer smiled, feeling her chest decompress from all the weight that had accumulated without her realising it until they started talking.

“Don’t get me started on that. I sometimes still have a hard time believing that you can reverse time! By the way, if Chloe is your sidekick, does that make me the Jane to your Spider-man?”

“Rachel! Did you just pull out a geek card? I am so proud!” Max feigned wiping tears from her eyes.

“It’s hard not to pick up a thing or two, especially whenever you geek out.”

“Sorry.”

“Don’t be. It’s cute.” Rachel smiled as she lifted her hand and placed it on the brunette’s cheek to clean some muffin crumbles from the side of her mouth.

“Please don’t tell me I have chocolate all over me!” Max immediately grabbed a napkin to wipe her lips in case some still lingered on.

“Just a bit.”

“And you didn’t say anything all this time?!” She frowned at her chuckling girlfriend.

“Like I said, cute.” Rachel asserted as she leaned in to peck the photographer on the cheek and surreptitiously steal a piece of muffin.

“Don’t think I didn’t see that.” Max pointed out but nevertheless couldn’t hold back a smile when the model shrugged at the jab.

“What do you say we hit the shops for the next part of our date?”

“Oh so this is now a date?”

“Of course it is!” Rachel said as if stating the obvious while she started getting her things ready.

“Sure, why not! I guess I could do with a new set of clothes.” Max looked at the faded black tee with a moth print she was wearing.

“Correction babe, you can always do with a new set.”

The brunette rolled her eyes at the blonde’s comment but still let herself be pulled by the hand, out of the coffee shop and towards the stores. Rachel’s excitement about fashion knew no boundaries and Max simply swam along the current.

“We should get back before dinner though because our Grump Lord will get extra… grumpy.” Max advised.

“I’m sure she’ll survive if she waits one more hour.” Rachel turned her head to face Max who was behind her and the brunette found that she couldn’t argue one bit, especially not when Rachel was giving her such a bright smile.

It seemed the day wouldn’t be so unproductive after all.