Chapter 12 – The Exchange
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It was a look. Milan’s hand rested gently on Elena’s thigh, his body angled into hers as they kissed on the couch. The light was soft. Their breathing wasn’t. She gasped softly as his lips grazed her neck. Then he turned his head, slightly and looked at me, still sitting at his feet on the floor. The message was clear.
Now. Your turn.
I moved slowly. Crawled the short distance across the rug. Not dramatic and not theatrical. Just quiet. Intentional. Present. Elena didn’t look away from Milan. But I could see her breath hitch. Her thighs tensed slightly beneath his touch. She knew I was near.
I stopped just in front of them. Not sure what I was about to do. Milan’s fingers slipped beneath her waistband, not rushing, just exploring. Testing how open she truly was. Her breath stuttered. Her head leaned back. He spoke without looking at me.
“Take off her panties.”
My hands froze. Elena opened her eyes. Met mine. Didn’t speak. She just nodded. Once. Small. But real.
I reached up. Hands light on her hips. Slid the thin fabric down her legs. Slowly. Carefully. Like I was undressing something sacred. She lifted her hips to help. Then sat back, thighs parting instinctively as Milan’s fingers returned, sliding between folds I could now see. She moaned. Head tilting, breath catching, her hand clutching his shoulder as he began to stroke her in slow, deliberate circles.
My face was inches away. The scent of her arousal was immediate, warm, dizzying. Milan looked down at me again. “Hold her legs open.” He trusted me to do it. And she let me.
I placed one hand on each thigh. Gently pushed them wider. She trembled. But didn’t resist. Her breathing deepened. Her mouth opened. Her hips rolled into his hand. Watching them like this, close and complicit, I didn’t feel jealousy. Or forgotten. I felt useful.
Milan’s fingers moved faster. Elena’s thighs tensed under my grip. “Yes,” she gasped, hips lifting. “There….” And then she cried out. Not loud, but sharp. Shaking. Melting. She came against Milan’s hand, against my palms holding her open. It took everything in me not to move. Not to let go. Not to fall apart.
She collapsed into Milan’s chest, laughing softly. He kissed her temple and then looked at me. “That was for her.” He paused. “Now, we’ll see what you’re for.”
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