Page 24 of Enigma
Layanna always had a way of surprising me in the best ways possible. Though this was my first time being in a polyamorous relationship, I’d heard horror stories where jealousy would rear its ugly head and end up destroying what started off as a beautiful, open dynamic. So far, Yanna had been living her raps, remaining open to us developing more in-depth relationships with Ahmir and Dana, allowing me space to get reacquainted with Dana because the grown woman that I was reconnecting with was a beautiful surprise in every way possible. As teenagers, Dana was jealous, possessive, and argumentative, which made my decision to be with Maria so much easier. Finding out that Dana was into ethical non-monogamy surprised the fuck out of me when she told me. Layanna and I had decided to keep the key details of our relationship private, so I was pleasantly surprised when she decided to tell Ajaih what we were getting into; however, as the night went on, I realized that Ajaih had never been in the dark about her bestie’s sexuality and desires. My mind continued to question if she and Yanna had ever crossed that line, so I decided to stop being pussy and ask.
“Ja, I wanna ask you a question, but you can tell me to mind my business if you want,” I got out before she cut me off.
“No, we haven’t, yes, I tried, she said that she needed me to be comfortable in my sexuality, whatever it might consist of, before she would ever cross that line and risk ruining our friendship.”
Dana and I both chuckled because that sounded just like Yanna; she only wanted to be involved with women who were sure they loved women as much as she did. Using this as an opportunity to know more about Ajaih, Dana decided to probe a bit further.
“So have you ever been with a woman sexually or romantically?” she asked.
I watched the shyness creep into her face as her cheeks gained a rosy hue before she responded, “No, never, but I always wanted my first experience with a woman to make me feel the way Yanna makes women feel. Let me ask you, Dana, how does Ya-ya make you feel when you’re with her?” She rebutted.
“Loved, adored, wanted, needed, desired, aroused, x-rated, I mean I could honestly go on,” she replied with a smile on her face.
“Exactly, I want my experiences with women to make me feel that type of energy.”
“Are you aware of how fucking nasty your bestie gets behind closed doors, and could you handle that and remain the friend she’s always loved after?” Dana bounced another question her way.
“I’m aware. On occasion or two, I would hear and see Yanna and her college roommate Arionne in the throes of passion while I was visiting and they thought I was asleep. I remember preparing to enter her room to grab my phone charger and was stopped in my tracks when I looked through the door slightly ajar to see Yanna with her face buried in Arionne's phat round ass, while she moaned for Yanna to never stop pleasing her. I stood there and watched as my hand inched up my gown, and I started to play with my pussy.”
By this point, Dana and I were both aroused at the story falling from her pretty, freckled mouth, as I noticed Dana crossing her legs to create friction on her hardening clit.
“I thought my creep ass got caught watching, because I happened to look up and see Arionne looking back at me, smirking as Yanna continued to eat her from her pussy to her asshole. She winked and went back to getting tongue fucked as my orgasm washed over me and I had to damn near bite my tongue to keep from moaning out my release,” she finished.
Dana motioned for Ajaih to come to her. Doing as she was told, Ajaih stood in front of a sitting Dana, who then stood up and turned her so that her back was now against her chest.
“It sounds like to me, you want to know what it feels like to have a beautiful woman bury her tongue as deep as it can go inside your holes, is that an accurate assessment, gorgeous?” Dana asked, gently running her fingers down Ajaih’s neck, her body trembling with ignited passion.
Enjoying the scene unfolding in front of me, my inner voyeur decided to show up and watch with contentment. I’m a firm believer that women deserve the space to bloom and receive pleasure without a man being at the forefront, trying to take up space. Reading the room had become a lost art amongst many, but not me. I could tell that this beautiful woman had spent a lot of her life doing what others thought she should, rather than what she wanted, and that included embracing her love and desire for women romantically and sexually. When this was all said and done, I believed we’d be adding Ajaih to our polycule.
As she stood against Dana, unsure of what to do or feel next, Dana’s assertive yet gentle nature was perfect in guiding her through the pleasure they all knew she wanted.
“Yesss,” Ajaih answered on a breathy moan.
“There is so much freedom in living life for you, freedom in experiencing the pleasures your heart and pussy desires, freedom in being you unapologetically, you know that right?” Dana whispered against her lips before finally giving her exactly what she’d been longing for, a slow, seductive kiss that would make her feel from the top of her gorgeous head to the soles of her pretty feet.
Pleasure presented itself in so many ways, often beyond the physical, if you viewed intimacy beyond sex. Lust and desire coursed through my body, having a front row seat to watch a beautiful woman, accomplished in every other aspect of her life, finally start to bloom and discover who she is, independent of the world’s expectations of her.
“When is the last time you experienced pleasure from a touch other than your own?” Dana probed as she slid the straps of the satin maxi dress that had been hugging her body all night down her body.
“I—I—don’t remember the last time,” she retorted, now standing in nothing but her thong and waist beads.
Dana was now standing in front of Ajaih, gently dragging her fingertips across her taut nipples, starting at the left nipple and moving to the right. I would say Ajaih’s body is betraying her as it writhes at Dana’s every touch, but it seems her body is doing exactly what it’s meant to do in this moment: be pleased.
“Can I take your thong off?” Dana inquired, consent always at the forefront of any interaction.
“Y—Yes,” her reply coming out as a stutter.
“Be a good girl and lie back on the couch and open wide for me,” she instructed.
Easing her way back to the couch, she did as she was told, revealing the prettiest pussy, glistening from her arousal.
Interjecting before things went further, “Ja, are you good with me watching, or would you rather some privacy?” I asked.
“No, please watch, I mean I’m fine with you staying,” she answered, causing Dana and me to give each other a knowing look. Not only did we have a voyeur on our hands, we had an exhibitionist as well.
“Don’t back down, say what you want from him with confidence,” Dana demanded.
“Stay and watch me experience pleasure,” she ordered, causing blood to rush straight to my dick.
