Page 128 of Riding the Pine

She sweeps Ophie’s purple hair behind her ear, a subtle but intimate gesture, her fingers skimming Ophelia’s cheekbone. As if the skin to skin affects her as much as it did me, Ophelia sucks in a gasp.

Athena drags her nose along Ophelia’s jaw, still gripping her hair with her hand, holding her in place. “You smell so good.”

Watching Athena touching someone else who is aching for my girlfriend to touch her… it’s exquisite. She’s comfortable, confident, and I bet if I dipped my fingers into her pussy, she’d be soaking wet.

Once the image is in my head, I can’t get it out.

Fuck.

My fingers twitch.

Athena sweeps her lips against Ophelia’s in a quick, featherlight brush that draws a whimper from Ophie. The way Athena’s controlling the situation has me leaking into my pantsbut also makes me grateful to Ophelia for giving Athena what she needs.

Right now, she needs control. Not for a naughty, little thrill, but because of what she’s been through. She needs to be the one making the decisions, the one who holds the power, and fortunately for us both, Ophelia is only too eager to take it how it comes.

My balls throb as Ophelia reaches up to caress Athena’s cheek, her eyes pleading with Athena to seal her lips against hers.

Ophelia’s face softens to a serene expression, inviting, safe, like she’s trying to tell Athena she’s okay. When their lips finally connect, I hiss out a slow breath, already unbuttoning and unzipping my jeans. I can’t sit here trapped in this denim crotch cage for a single moment more.

I shuck them down my legs as Athena’s gentle, cautious kiss turns to something deeper, something hungrier.

Within seconds, Athena’s fingers spear into Ophelia’s hair, and Ophelia grabs at Athena, clawing at her between kisses and fractured breaths.

I haven’t watched porn in a couple years but shit ain’t got nothin’ on these two women in front of me.

Ophelia stands up, Athena strides her backward. When Ophie’s back connects with the wall, the door vibrates. If Athena had picture frames in the dining room, they’d have rattled. It’s not gentle, but it’s not aggressive either. It’s impatient, fraught, urgent.

When Athena finally comes up for air, she kisses a trail along Ophelia’s jaw and down the column of her neck. Ophie’s head drops back against the wall, giving Athena more room to explore.

My hands cramp with the weight of restraint. I want to touch Athena from behind. I ache to cup her tits, pinch her tight, little nipples, and slip my hand down the front of her pants.

I want to see how wet she gets from kissing Ophelia knowing I’m over here watching.

Grinding the heel of my hand against my cock makes my hips rise from the chair but I can’t help myself. Fuck.

Sweat’s already beading across my brow, my precum is leaking through my shorts.

They both agreed I could watch, they both said it was fine if I jerked off while I watched them, but I don’t think any of us predicted how close I’d be to blowing my load while they’re kissing.

The moaning, the sound of lips smacking against each other, the way Athena navigates the female form with her lips and hands with such confidence, it’s alluring, compelling, intoxicating.

Athena’s palm drops to Ophelia’s waist, she slides her hand back and forth along the swell of her hip, but she doesn’t move her hand lower or lift the hem of her shirt.

From the hungry way Athena’s nipping at Ophie’s lips, it’s not because she doesn’t want the woman naked. As if she senses Athena’s reluctance, Ophelia pushes Athena back enough to cross her arms, grab her hem, and pull her shirt off.

I love my girlfriend with all I have, she’s the only woman I want to spend the rest of my life with. But watching Ophelia drop her shirt on the floor, seeing her nipples pebble for my woman through her sheer bra, the little smirk she offers by way of invitation to Athena. I can’t… I can’t breathe, I can’t move, I can’t hold it in anymore.

They aren’t doing this for me. I know that. But I can’t help being turned on. They’re so goddamn gorgeous together.

I can’t fight needing release. They’re so fucking hot. My muscles are primed, my skin’s scorching hot, and as I fist my cock, beads of precum trickle down my shaft.

For some reason, I thought I would be chill in this situation. But here and now, I have zero chill. Zero chill and bursting balls.

I bite the inside of my cheek to stop from making any noise. I don’t want to draw attention from them and onto me. It’s not about me.

Super cool.

Ophelia’s hips buck off the wall as Athena’s lips skitter over the line of Ophie’s lace bra and her hand caresses her ribs. She’s not waiting for my Bright Eyes to move faster, instead, Ophelia grabs Athena’s roaming hand and shoves it to her crotch.

---