A threesome erotica story told in three parts.

PART ONE: ANYA

She was surprised when Case answered on the second ring.

“Hey, Anya,” his cadence was slow and drawn out. “You good?”

“Yeah,” she stuttered a bit, still shocked he’d answered. “Yeah. Of course. I, uh…”

“Anya, have you been drinking?” She could hear the smile in his voice.

“No. Well. Yeah. I have. But I’m not smashed or anything. I just wanted to see what you were up to. And see if…” she trailed off, no longer as sure of herself as she was at 1:45 when she’d left the bar and walked to the bus stop.

Case chuckled. “Anya, are you booty calling me?”

She felt her cheeks flush. “No. Of course not. I mean. If you weren’t busy or anything, I thought I might come over or something. But no. I’m not booty calling you. Of course not.”

Case’s chuckle had turned into a full-out laugh. “Sure sounds like a booty call to me. Don’t get me wrong. I’d love to see you, but there’s someone…. Actually. Hold on just a minute, okay?”

“No, Case. Never mind. You’re obviously not interested. I shouldn’t have called.”

“Anya,” he said, his voice no longer filled with laughter. “Wait just a minute. I’ll be right back.”

He didn’t wait for her answer, but instead covered the phone with his hand. She could hear him talking to someone else and felt like a fool. Thirty seconds later, he was back on the line, “Come on over. I’ve got company, but we’re just hanging out. Where are you? Do you need a ride?”

“Are you sure? I don’t want to intrude or anything.”

“I’m positive. Do you need me to come pick you up?”

“No. I’m at the bus stop on fourth, the one by the bank. No need to come out. I can Uber over.”

“Cool. See you in a few. I’ll fix you a drink. Still on the 7-and-7 kick?”

She smiled, surprised he remembered. “Yep! See you in a few.”

******

Ten minutes later, Anya stood outside a small cape cod that sat on a quiet street a few blocks from downtown. She fiddled with her shirt, smoothing it over the top of her jeans, wondering if she looked like a mess. She’d been crushing on Case — hard — for a few months and this was the first time she’d had enough liquid courage to do anything about it.

But doesn’t it figure that the only time in her life she actually booty called a man, he had company. At least he’d invited her over for a few drinks with the guys. It was a step in the right direction.

She reapplied her lip gloss, gave herself one more quick pep talk, and knocked on the door. Case opened it almost immediately and Anya was struck by his appearance. His hair was ruffled and he was bare down to a pair of dark grey sweatpants that hung low on his hips.

Low enough she knew he was naked beneath.

“Hey,” he said with his killer smile, pulling the door wider to allow her in. “Glad you made it safe.”

Case reached for her jacket and he as walked to hang it on the coat stand, Anya found herself staring at the dimples on his lower back, and when he turned back to her, she blushed.

“Go get comfortable in the living room. Dani’s in there. I’ll go get your drink,” he nodded to the door down the hallway.

Anya smiled in response and walked down the hall. When she reached the doorway, she stopped short.

Dani was not a man.

No. She was a dark brunette who was sitting cross legged on Case’s sofa. Braless in a thin white tank and a pair of sleeping shorts. “Hi,” the woman waved, “You must be Anya. It’s nice to meet you. Case had some really good things to say about you.”

Unsure what to do, Anya continued to stand in the doorway. “Hi.” She swallowed. “You’re Dani?”

The woman nodded, “Sure am. Come sit,” she said, patting the couch beside her.

Uncomfortable, but with few other options, Anya crossed the room and sat as far as she could from the other woman. She folded her hands in her lap, and started stammering, “I’m sorry I interrupted. I didn’t realize Case had company.”

“Pfft,” she smiled, “no worries.” Dani lifted a glass of wine to her lips and took a drink. “The way I figure, the more the merrier,” she said with a wink.

Anya gave a nervous laugh, not really knowing what the woman was talking about. And when Case walked in a moment later, handing her a drink, she sighed in relief.

“So what were you up to tonight?” He asked, as he pulled the chair out from under his desk, and wheeled it next to her before sitting down. He stretched out his legs and they were so near hers, it made Anya’s breath catch.

She stared in her drink, “Not much. Went out with a few folks from work. But then everyone went home and I was still up, so…”

“So you decided to booty call me?”

He laughed and gave her a nudge.

Her head shot up and she kicked him. “Shut up! I wasn’t booty calling you!”

“You totally were,” he teased her with a smile and a jab in the leg with his foot. “How much did you have to drink?” He asked, nodding toward the cup in her hand.

Now it was her turn to laugh, “Not enough to deal with the fact that I apparently booty called a dude with a girlfriend!” Anya turned toward Dani, “I’m so sorry! I didn’t know Case was dating anyone. I would never cut in on another woman’s m–”

Dani held up a hand to quiet Anya. “It’s okay. And girlfriend is definitely too much of a term. Case and I… we’ve known each other a long time.” She paused to give him a flirty glance. “And he’s so damn cute, how could you not booty call him if you thought he was available? I mean, come the fuck on, look at that chest.”

Case’s eyes smoldered and he scooted his chair forward, so it settled in front of the couch, between Anya and Dani. “You like my chest do you?”

Dani giggled, “Damn right, I do.” She reached out and trailed a finger between his pecs and over the ridges of his stomach. “And that happy trail.” Without looking over, she added, “What about you, Anya? What do you think about Case’s chest?”

Clearly intruding, Anya went to stand, “Um, you know what, I’m going to head out. Call a cab. Dani, it was ni–”

She stopped talking when Dani’s hand reached out for hers. “Wait,” Dani said, her eyes focusing on Anya’s. Dani squeezed Anya’s hand, then threaded her fingers through hers.

“Stay.”

Anya looked at her, her brain struggling to figure out what was going on. She watched Dani’s chest rise and fall with a quickened breath. Then felt Case’s hand on the back of her thigh, his heat radiating through her jeans.

She took at him and saw him looking at her with the same passionate gaze he was just giving Dani. “If you’re comfortable, we’d love you to stay.”

Anya looked back and forth between them. Her brain may have trouble figuring out what was going on, but her body didn’t. She could feel her arousal growing. Her nipples were tight. Her heart was racing. And her pussy was begging her to stay.

Dani moved closer and drew Anya’s hand to her lips. A chaste kiss to the back of the hand. Then a more intimate kiss to the palm that caused Anya’s breath to catch.

Taking that as a green light, Dani pulled the tip of Anya’s finger between her lips and, running her tongue along it, sucked it into her mouth.

Anya gasped and Case’s hand squeezed her thigh. It took her a moment to tear her eyes away from the woman in front of her, but then her eyes fell to Case, who was closer than she realized. He looked at her, his face serious.

“I’d love for you to stay.”

He dropped his head to her waist and moved his face against her. As if having a will of its own, her hand moved to the back of his head and threaded into his hair. He spoke into her skin, “Will you stay, Anya?”

Her head began to nod without her even realizing it. When she finally spoke, her voice was ragged. “Yes. I’ll stay.”

Check out part 2, where things start to get even hotter!

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