Sinful Thoughts

Trinity tries to keep her eyes on their faces. For fuck sakes, she’s spent the past few weeks seeing them on the boat in bikinis, in loose linen, with damp hair and sun-warm skin. Sometimes in significantly less if she walked inside at the wrong time and had to turn around so fast she nearly gave herself whiplash.

She should be used to how beautiful these women are by now.

Except somehow, in the dim red-light of the club, with Baran in a red dress and Yolanda in pants, that is worse.

It is so much worse.

It also makes her start throbbing.

“Then why are you here?” Trinity asks, even though she knows the answer before the words are out of her mouth. Yolanda rolls her eyes, but her hands are already reaching for Trinity’s waist. Yolanda pulls her in, their knees pressed against her thighs on either side, like Trinity has always meant to be in between them.

She’s grateful that she already has some alcohol in her system from back on the boat when her and Victoria, the second stew, did their makeup in the too small cabin. She doesn’t think she’d be able to handle this if she didn’t have some sort of liquid encouragement in her.

“I think you know the answer to that, you’re a smart girl,” Baran’s voice is nearly unbearably sweet as she reaches out and wraps her hand around Trinity’s wrist, pulling her even impossibly closer.

It’s probably pathetic, the way Trinity nods.

Their charter is over. The flirting has probably means nothing to them, or at least not the kind of thing it means to Trinity, who has spent the last two weeks pretending her pulse does not triple each time that either of them look at her. They are married for fuck sakes. They spent ten years loving each other and chartered a yacht that costs more for a week than Trinity’s entire first semester of medical school.

Still, Trinity wants Baran to think she is smart.

She wants Yolanda to keep looking at her like that.

She wants to be thought of by them at all.

It’s not as pathetic, though, as her letting the two of them stand up and pull her behind them without asking a single sensible question. Baran’s hand stays wrapped around her wrist as Yolanda's arm slips around Baran’s waist, directing them all to the back of the club where the unisex bathroom is.

She really should think harder about this. She has a few more charters left in the season, that she still needs this job to be able to afford to go to school in the fall, that the tips from Yolanda and Baran alone were enough that she could pay rent for a few months if she was careful. Even if Yolanda had said that Trinity is coming home with them, that was just her flirting. She just needs to remind herself that this is fun. Flirting like that comes naturally to women like Yolanda and Baran.

At least they aren’t her clients anymore, she won’t lose her job by letting them lock the bathroom door behind them.

Trinity takes a shaky inhale as Yolanda presses herself against Trinity’s back at the same time that Baran turns to face her.

It’s a terribly wonderful position to be in, caught between them, warm on both sides.

Yolanda whispers dirty words into her ears as Baran slips her hand down Trinity’s skirt and rests it on the outside of her underwear. Trinity lets out a whimper as she can feel Baran’s fingertips start to rub slowly against the wet spot that she hadn’t even known about until Baran’s fingers were teasing it. She wants to twist and turn, but Yolanda has a sturdy grip on her hips and her mouth is hot against Trinity’s neck. She tilts her head, closing her eyes for only a second before they pop open when Baran kisses her.

The noise that comes out of her is ungodly and makes a blush heat up her chest and cheeks as Yolanda just laughs against the shell of her ear in a way that feels too intimate.

“Baran, be nice to her,” Yolanda teases her wife and Trinity can hear the smile in her voice.

“Me?” Baran says and she’s smiling as she takes the hand that isn’t currently resting outside of Trinity’s underwear and brings it up to rest against Trinity’s jaw before she kisses her again.

It’s too much, but her thighs clench around Baran’s wrist anyways. She always wants more than she can have.

She’s ready to beg, but Baran won’t stop kissing her. She even keeps their mouths joined when Baran’s warm fingers finally slide into her underwear from the side and through her slick folds.

(She’ll learn months later that it was, in fact, Yolanda’s anniversary gift to Baran that she got to be the first one to make Trinity come.)

Trinity is panting by the time Baran finally pulls back, her big doe eyes already assessing Trinity. Trinity doesn’t does want to know what she finds when she looks at her.

“Oh, Yola,” Baran says, her eyes flicker behind Trinity and Trinity feels grateful not to be on the end of her eyes for a moment. She's not as lucky when Baran pushes inside of her with a finger and those doe eyes are back on her face. “That feel nice?” Baran asks and Trinity nods, all thoughts other than the two women touching her out the window.

“Trinity,” Yolanda says and Trinity turns her head to look at her and this time it’s Yolanda who kisses her.

Her groans only grow louder, once Yolanda stops kissing her, as one of her hands slips from it’s spot on her waist and pushes up Trinity’s shirt as Yolanda’s hand climbs her stomach until it reaches the soft swell of her breast.

“No bra?” she tsks against Trinity’s ear and Trinity whimpers. “See, Baran, I told you she was waiting for us.”

It doesn’t take long after that. Yolanda’s thumb circles her nipple over and over until Trinity is pushing her chest out, desperate for more. Another one of Baran’s fingers enters her and Trinity grabs for an arm.

She’s not sure who she’s touching at first, it’s all becoming too blurry with the red light and heat rising in her body. She’s sure she’s sweating at this point, but she doesn’t care. All she wants is them to keep touching her, to make her come.

“Such a good girl,” Baran says and she clenches around Baran’s fingers at the words. Baran lets out a quiet “fuck” herself before doubling her efforts and Trinity thinks she’s going to pass out it’s too good. Yolanda’s hand that isn’t plucking at a nipple, slides until it’s resting on Trinity’s stomach, undoing her in a way that makes her knees threaten to give out.

“Please,” she finds herself begging. For them to keep touching her, for them to stop touching her, for them to let her come, for them to let her stay.

Baran just slips her thumb down again, gathering more of the wetness that Trinity is sure coats Baran’s entire hand, and starts firmer circles around her clit and yes. That’s what she needs, she could almost cry.

They kiss her again, one after the other, until Trinity forgets everything but them.

“That’s it,” Yolanda coos against her ear and she’s twisting again. “Be a good girl and come on my wife’s fingers.”

That’s all it takes for her to come. Her nails dig into the arm that she’s still holding and she’s pretty sure she’s crying. She’s leaning forward and Baran’s hand that isn’t currently inside of her slides around the back of her neck. Her fingers start rubbing soothing circles against her overheated skin as she rests her forehead against Baran’s collarbone.

“Come back to our hotel room,” Baran says and she feels herself nodding against the bone. She’d text Victoria that she’d be back on the boat the next morning and to let the bosun know.

She can feel Yolanda pressing a kiss to the back of Baran’s hand where it rests on her neck before pressing on to Trinity’s head as well. She can feel each inhale and exhale as she tries to bring herself back from the clouds. Yolanda’s hand is steady against her stomach, keeping their bodies pressed together.

For a few quiet moments, she feels completely safe.

A small whimper escapes her before she can swallow it when Baran’s fingers slide out of her. When she opens her eyes, she nearly comes again as she turns to watch Baran slides her still wet fingers into Yolanda’s mouth with the softest “you were right, she has to come home with us.”