Page 44 of Same Girl
“Fuuuuck!” Fyve thundered.
“Ohhhh!” I keened.
We collapsed with me rolling off Chosen and lying my head on Fyve. He stroked my hair and leaned up to kiss the top of my head. I tilted my head so that I could see him better.
“I love you,” I stated softly.
“I love you too, girl. We both do.”
“You’re okay with all of this?”
“You are our baby. Nothing else matters in this world except for making sure that you are happy,” Fyve declared, looking into my eyes as he continued stroking my hair.
I felt Chosen move, and he lay on the other side of me. He rested his hand on my hip and kissed my shoulder with light feathery kisses.
“You’ve given us what we need, now it’s time we poured back into you,” Chosen confessed. He pushed up onto his knees and lifted me into his arms. Fyve stood next. I draped my arms over Chosen’s shoulder and rested my head sleepily against his chest.
They walked back up to the villa and stood me underneath the outdoor shower. We stood underneath the rain shower heads and rinsed the sand from our bodies before they washed mine tenderly.
When we finished, Fyve led me to the lanai where they had erected a massage table.
“Is this for me?” I asked in amazement.
“All for you, li’l baby,” he answered as he lifted me onto the table.
Chosen sat on a chair close by and busied himself with his phone. Fyve applied lavender scented massage oil to my body and attentively paid loving attention to every portion of my body. There was nothing sexual or sensual about his movements. Everything was done with love and care. He relaxed me until I dozed off.
SIX MONTHS LATER
I never thoughtthat I would see this day, but we made it. Surrounded by our family members on Sorrel Island, Mya and I exchanged our vows earlier this afternoon. As expected Fyve was my best man, and Santerica was her bridesmaid. Aside from those two, Mya’s parents, my father, sister, brother-in-law, and niece and nephew, and Fyve’s father were in attendance. We did not invite any friends, because there was no room for judgment in our lives.
While we told our families the truth about our relationship, the only ones who understood and truly accepted it were Santerica, Tommy Parker, Fyve’s father, and my father andsister. They wanted us to be happy and have love. Mya’s parents were not ready for the truth about what was happening in our household. I encouraged her that, in time, they would find a way to accept it. There was no way that they had missed the intimate glances or touches that I gave her as well as those she received and gave to Fyve. It was enough that they showed up to support part of our union today.
Everyone had left us, and the three of us stood in a heart created by candles with crushed tulip petals underneath our feet. We held one another’s hands as Fyve and I looked at Mya.
“I vow to hold you in high-esteem as I always honor, respect, and love you. Through the pain and the sorrows, I will affirm and encourage you both. No matter what the future brings, I will love you the same today, tomorrow, and forever. I pledge my heart to you, Mya N’Quol Imani D’Auhn Sutton. And to our circle, I vow to keep this union at the center of my heart and my life,” Fyve professed.
“I pledge to trust you, respect you, honor you, and love you both with all my heart. I vow to support you both in all life’s challenges and mountain-highs. I will strengthen and build you up, inspire you and always have your back. I promise to be intentional about the time I spend with each of you and making you both a priority in my life and this relationship. I pledge my body and my heart to you both this day and to always honor this family above all else,” Mya vowed.
“I promise to share the world with you, share every laugh, travel to every city, laugh at your corny jokes, and allow the infinite love within my heart to encompass you. As we grow and change, and as storms and tests arise, I vow always to give my best to keep you both strong. I promise to always treat you both with honesty, trust, commitment, compassion, and forgiveness. The words of my mouth will always be kind,” I vowed.
Fyve and I each pulled a silver ring out of the pockets of our white linen shorts. Mya wore a simple, white hi-low beach dress that had hidden pockets. She pulled two silver rings from her pockets.
On Mya’s right hand, Fyve placed his ring on her right index finger, and I followed suit. Then she did the same to both Fyve’s and my right hands.
We embraced, me on one side of her and him on the other. We both kissed her cheek sweetly before she turned her head and kissed his lips and then mine.
Our relationship wasn’t traditional, and it wasn’t anything we could easily explain. It was just something created out of what could have been a travesty. Instead, we allowed the love in our hearts for this one woman to grow into something more than any of us could ever have imagined. I was thankful for her and the circumstances that led the three of us together.
Our family had a separate villa than the one we stayed in, and they were on the opposite end of the beach. However, to avoid any embarrassing incidents, we decided there would be no beach sex this time around.
We walked back up the beach toward our villa, holding Mya’s hands. When we arrived in our private sanctity, she turned to us with a smile.
“My heart is so full right now. All I want is to make love to you both.”
I nodded in encouragement as Fyve moved to her and lifted her chin. His lips glossed over hers, and she moaned sweetly. He caressed her arms with loving care and shifted her dress up over her hips. As was always the case with Mya, she wore no underwear.
Her high, curvy ass cheeks beckoned to me. But I wouldn’t go there. Tonight, I would only do as she asked, make love to her.There would be no fucking or wild, hot sex. Just the passion that arose from the love we both held for her.
