the Leathermines

Have you ever read or seen a movie about Cyrano de Bergerac?  He was an actor and noted soldier from the Renaissance.  He is best known for his large nose which he thought kept women away from him, though he was quite romantic.  He coached a man to capture the attentions of the woman de Bergerac loved.  Romantic, and tragic.

I was in a similar situation.

There was this woman who I adored and saw almost every day.  She worked in a store across from the one I worked at in the mall.  She would wear the short skirts and tight shirts that her clothing store sold, making my studious suits seem frumpy when she glanced my way.  I watched her for over six months before I approached her in the food court.  That was awkward and she giggled, but she smiled at me when she would pass my store.  It brightened my day every time.

One of my co-workers saw Clara(no, she wasn’t called Roxane) and he fell in lust.  He could not see the wonder that she had within her.  He could not imagine the humor I had seen.  He saw the short skirts and tight shirts and wanted to bang her.

Tim whined at me until I straight out told him to just go and talk to her.  The asshole did.  Tim is tall and handsome and has a chest bigger than me.

Oh, I should let you know, my name is Adrinanna.  Most people call me Addi.

The first time he approached her, I thought Clara’s brain was not engaged and she smiled at Tim and they had a date set.  He came back into the store and was scared.

“What is Noir?”

They were going to go to a 50’s movie showing and he had never seen anything older than he was.  I tried to give him places to look things up on the internet, listed actors who were popular back then...  I was setting myself up.

Bluetooth is my bane.  Not the pirate, but the technology.  He bought new headsets for both of us and he gave me a ticket to the show they were going to.

I had wanted to go on a date with Clara and I figured this would be as close to it as I would ever get, even if it was borderline stalker/creeper.  Tim might have been an asshole, but he was a good guy.  Good at shooter and driving games, too, as I had found out at one of his gaming parties a few months before.  I tried to tell him to play L.A. Noire, but he wanted me to do the thinking for the seduction.

I felt stupid waiting for them at the art house wearing one of the trenchcoats the main detective in the movie would have worn.  The rain helped the mood, but I still felt like I should have just stayed home.

I saw Tim and Clara running through the rain and into the relatively dry space under the marquee and knew I couldn’t back down.

They went in and I followed.  They settled towards the front and I found a place near the back.  He called me subtly and it was on.  I felt like a team caller for one of the military games he had introduced me to.

I told him things about the actors which he repeated to her.  I warned him when the violent parts were coming up so he could hold her when she jumped.  There were all sorts of little things like that.  I could see how it was working and I got disgusted with myself.  I told him I needed to pee and turned off the headset.

Imagine my surprise when I came out of the stall in the bathroom and saw Clara there.  She looked unhappy.  Until she recognized me.

“Addi!  I didn’t know you liked the old stuff.”

She even hugged me.  We talked a little outside the tiny bathroom.  She leaned into me as we talked and I was so turned on that when she looked over her shoulder at a passing person, I had to stop myself from leaning in and kissing her neck.

She tried to get me to come sit with them, but I declined.  I told her I knew about the date and I didn’t want to interfere.  She nodded and kissed me on the cheek before heading back into the theatre.

I called Tim and told him she was coming back.  I didn’t tell him that I was going to slip into a closer seat.  I kept giving him little things to say, but my heart wasn’t in it as I watched him seduce her.

The movie ended and the house lights came up.  Tim had his arm draped around Clara as they walked up the aisle.  He was trying to look and sound smooth and if she hadn’t been looking for me in the moving crowd, it might have worked.

Clara found me and pulled us together, Tim in one hand and me in the other.  She convinced Tim that I should come for pie and coffee, just like the characters in the movie.

I have to admit, even without my voice in his ear, Tim was funny and great to be with as we talked about the movie over pie.  Clara kept reaching over and touching my hand when she laughed, even when it was at something Tim had said.  It was nice.

We had been sitting there for almost an hour after the pie was gone, the waitress tapping her foot whenever she looked at us.  Clara did her giggle and invited us both to her place just a few blocks away.

I tried to back out to let Tim have his shot, but he surprised me by saying it was o.k..

We walked through the rain, going from shelter to doorway when there were cars or trucks threatening us with splashes from puddles.  I found Clara against me more than once in the wet dark.  I thought I felt a hand brush against my breast, but it couldn’t have been Clara, and Tim just...  Couldn’t have been, I thought.

Her place was not like I had thought it would be.  I wasn’t sure what I was expecting, but the bright posters in frames on the wall and the shelves of books was not quite it.  It seemed cleaner than should be normal, but I was distracted from looking around as Clara gave me a towel.

Both Tim and I were soaked.  Clara disappeared into her bedroom for a few minutes as we tried to get our hair dry.  I had to take my shoes and socks off and was leaning over when she came back.

There are moments in Noir movies when the camera pans up the femme fatale as she stands in a doorway, her body draped with something slinky.  Clara had done just that.  She was in a slinky robe over a pair of satin pajama bottoms.  It was barely closed, but I could tell that she did not have a top on under the robe.

Tim looked as stunned as I felt.  He let the towel in his hand drop to the floor.  I don’t think he meant to, but he mumbled, “Addi, what do I do now?”

Without a pause, I said what popped into my mind.  “Kiss her hand.”

Clara giggled at us.  Tim stumbled towards Clara and took her hand, bringing it up to his lips.  It was as if I were directing my own little movie as I started to tell him things to do, to try and he did what I said.

Clara was soon out of her robe, showing her little breasts between his fingers as he knelt in front of her.  Tim’s lips went from nipple to nipple as I watched them both, feeling out of place and yet I could not stop myself or what was happening in front of me.

Clara gasped and closed her eyes.  She looked so beautiful right then.  When she opened her eyes again, she looked at me.  Not down at Tim, but at me.  She held her hand out and I found I was next to her, my arm around her and our lips pressing together.

In a Noir narrative, or even one by Cyrano, it could say that things blurred.  Nope.  I remember everything.  Her hands going into my shirt.  Tim’s hands pulling on her pants.  My hands holding her hair as I kissed her.  Tim’s hands starting to undress me.  My confusion, and how horny I was.  Tim stood and Clara was the first to start undoing his clothing, but I started to help, pulling at his belt as she undid his shirt buttons.

We all kissed and fondled and groped.  Her couch was not big enough, so we left our clothing on the floor in her livingroom and Clara led us into her bedroom.

I became shy when I saw how many mirrors there were.  Almost all the pieces of furniture had mirrors on them, the Art Deco lines bright with steel and silver bits.  I saw how I was, older than either of them and not what I would imagine Tim or Clara would go for.  I forgot my shyness when Clara grabbed me and pushed me onto the bed, her face going between my legs.

That was not just unexpected, I didn’t have time to express any shock before Tim’s mouth was on one of my nipples, trying to suck my whole breast into his mouth.  Between Clara sucking on my cunt and Tim on my nipple, I just didn’t know what to do.

She moved up me and kissed me.  I tasted myself on her and reached my hand down to her fur.  She guided my hand and felt how wet she was.  Her hand was on my cunt as I started to stroke hers.  It felt like she was almost purring.

Tim was not to be ignored.  He moved so that his head was pointed towards our feet, his cock up and out for us.  He dived into my fur, competing with Clara’s fingers until she reached up and started stroking him.

I’m not really into guys or cock, but the night was so unexpected that I soon found my mouth around Tim, sharing him with Clara.  It was not bad, fun even, as we kissed each other with him between us.  He started gasping and Clara giggled.

She was prepared.  A condom went on him and she pushed him back.  Clara was on his cock and I was on his face.  We rode him as we held and kissed each other.  It was the most fantastic thing I had ever done.  She started to gasp, her face turning bright pink as Tim’s hands held tight to her hips.  He was going to cum soon with how fast he was stroking in her.  I moved so he could breathe and watched as Clara was at the edge.

He came, making sounds that I thought only were in porns.  Clara was close, but not quite.  He pulled out and I pushed her back and made a dive between her legs.

She tasted wonderful and she was so hot that it didn’t take too much to have her squirming on my face and fingers.  Tim held her and kissed her as I felt the first contractions of her cum tighten around my fingers.  She was so wet after that that I started looking for a towel to wipe up with.

I didn’t get far as I saw a look between Clara and Tim and found they were pushing me to the edge of the bed, fighting for space between my legs.  Mouths and fingers and tongues were there, making me vibrate with the sensations, and knowing that they wanted to be there.  I am not the easiest cum, but that night, I touched off and found I had several orgasms as they tag-teamed me.

Her bed was large enough for the three of us to spoon after I had come down from my orgasms.  It was nice to lay there, Clara between Tim and I, listening to the rain on the bedroom window.  There was a little giggle from her after a while.

“Addi, I have a confession.”

Tim sighed and I turned so I could see both of them.

“We set you up.”

They were both grinning.  I shook my head and had a flash of anger at first, but that went away as Clara held my hand.  Against her breast.

Round two was even better.