Experiment #1 （17）

The ride home in the Uber was quiet, minus the smooth jazz playing on the radio. The three of them sat crammed together in the backseat of the Chevy Equinox, with Ryan in the middle. He made sure to put his arm around Amara, while Kaylie's hand rested in his lap, toying with his inner thigh.

Amara stared at the girl's hand, and she could see Ryan's cock thickening. Unsure if it was the liquid courage awakened by three glasses of straight Tennessee whiskey or what, she grabbed Kaylie's hand and placed it on Ryan's growing hard-on. "Kiss her," she whispered into his ear.

He immediately turned his head towards Kaylie and began to make out with her. Amara watched him suck and bite her bottom lip, the same way he did when they made out.

She couldn't process the sudden, foreign feeling that came over her as she watched him kiss this woman who was so much younger and more beautiful than herself. It was an intense anger coupled with an intense sexual desire, and the two battled furiously for her attention. Her hand wandered down to Ryan's lap, where Kaylie had begun jerking him off through his pants. She grabbed onto his dick to help, and a loud moan escaped him when he felt her join in.

The fun, however, was quickly halted. "Uh uh, honey! No love stains up in this car. Save that shit for when y'all get home!"

"I'm sorry, Letitia!" Ryan called out to her. He'd had her so many times as a driver that they were on a first-name basis. "You forgive me?"

"Ryan, Imma whoop your damn ass. You cute, but you ain't that cute. Hands to your damn selves, ladies. Y'all almost home."

She let them off at the door of the apartment building. "Y'all have fun!" she said, as they piled out. "You better wrap that shit up, Ryan!"

"I will. Bye, Letitia!"

The three wandered into the building and waited for the elevator, which was down on the basement floor. When it made its way up to the lobby and opened, there stood Hayes in a wool hat, t-shirt, and sweatpants, with a laundry bag next to him, as the three of them got on. "Well, well, well. The fuck do we have here?"

"Just got back from Excel," Ryan exhaled, as Kaylie ran one hand through his hair and felt up his abs with the other. "It was a good time."

"Apparently. Yo, Mar, you OK?" he asked, as he noticed her leaning her head back against the elevator wall, eyes closed.

"She's fine," Ryan responded.

"I didn't ask you. Mar, you good?"

The elevator hit the fourth floor and opened. "I'm fine, Tyler," she said, not moving or opening her eyes.

"Right. That's convincing. Well, have fun with…whatever the fuck this is." He stepped out, and as Amara opened her eyes, she saw him hyper-focused on her. He mouthed the words "Text me" just as the doors closed.

When they got off on the sixth floor, Ryan put an arm around each of their waists as they walked to their apartment. Once inside, Ryan turned to Amara. "Wait here," he told her, as he escorted Kaylie to his bedroom and quickly returned. He grabbed her face with both hands and pulled her in for a kiss. "Hey? She's just a toy for us to play with for a little bit, OK? She means absolutely nothing to me."

Amara nodded. "She's so much prettier than me."

"Not even close. In fact, she told me how gorgeous you were at the bar and that she wanted to watch us. It's not a competition. We're all playing for the same team here, OK?"

"You've done this before? With more than one girl?"

"Uh, yeah."

"Of course you have."

"Stop it. This is about us right now. So, what are the rules? Anything I need to know?"

"Don't fall in love with her."

"That's not gonna happen, Amara. Seriously, what's off-limits?"

"Nothing. Just please don't ignore me."

"Have you seen yourself in this fucking dress? I couldn't ignore you if I wanted to." He grabbed her hand and led her to the bedroom, stopping outside to kiss her one more time. "Just. A. Toy. You understand?"

Amara nodded obediently, following him inside and closing the door behind her.

Kaylie sat on the bed, down to nothing but her red panties, back against the headboard, gripping it, with her knees bent. Ryan crawled onto the bed in front of her, and she instinctively spread her legs for him, as he crept up her body, squeezed her tits together, and buried his tongue in between them. Amara just stood there, frozen, watching her boyfriend suck on another woman's tits for a few seconds. He stopped and looked up at Kaylie. "My girlfriend's never been with another woman before. Think you can help her out?"

"Of course," she said, beckoning Amara with one finger to come join them, as she and Ryan began kissing. Amara made her way to the side of the bed, grabbed the hem of her dress, and pulled it up over her head. Kaylie reached an arm out, grabbed her ass, and pulled her down onto the bed next to them. "She's got such a beautiful body, Ryan."

"Doesn't she? She's perfect." He leaned over and kissed Amara, then kissed Kaylie again, finally bringing Amara over so that the three of their tongues met simultaneously.. Though it was awkward, Amara had never been so turned on in her life. Ryan pulled away, leaving only her and Kaylie kissing, and he exited the bed to go get a condom.

Amara was on top of Kaylie, lying between her legs, her small tits pressed against Kaylie's huge, fake ones, when she felt Ryan unhook her bra and grab her hips from behind. Kaylie pulled off the bra as Amara arched her back and moaned at the feeling of Ryan moving her panties aside and pushing inside of her.

"Fuck her real good for me, baby," Kaylie moaned, making eye contact with Ryan as Amara leaned down and sucked on her nipples. Having never done this before, she just did what she liked to have done to her, and based on the noises Kaylie was making, it seemed to be working.

It'd only been maybe a minute or so when he pulled out. Kaylie cupped Amara's face, bringing it up to hers. "Do you mind if I eat you out while he fucks me for a bit?"

Before she could answer, Ryan flipped her over so she was lying on her back. Kaylie crawled between her legs and arched back, whimpering as Ryan shoved his cock inside her. Amara locked eyes with Ryan as Kaylie began licking slowly between her legs, and within seconds, actual seconds, of watching him fuck her, she came all over Kaylie's tongue. "Oh fuck! Fuck!" It was an orgasm much more intense and wetter than her usual ones.

"Mmm…you didn't tell me…she was a squirter," Kaylie moaned, moving her hands up Amara's body and kissing her stomach while Ryan continued to rail her from behind. Not long after, Amara watched as he pulled out, ripped the condom off, and jerked himself off all over her back.

Amara lay there, panting, as Ryan got up to get a towel for Kaylie's back. He immediately gathered her clothes off the floor and gave them to her, pulled his boxers on, and threw one of his t-shirts to Amara. "So, did you want me to call you an Uber, or will you get one for yourself?" He seemed really eager to get her out of there.

She began putting her clothes back on. "I'll take care of it. Don't worry, I wasn't gonna try to sleep over or anything." She winked at Amara, finished getting dressed, and messed around on her phone for a bit. "All set. He'll be here in 10 minutes."

"I can walk you down and wait with you, just let me throw on some shorts."

"It's OK. I'm a big girl." She looked at Amara. "Hey, thanks for the good time, beautiful. Take care of him."

"Let me walk you out," Ryan said, following her out of the bedroom.

A sudden feeling rushed over Amara, and she wasn't sure how to interpret it. It was a mixture of fear coupled with some panic, a smidge of regret, and a whole lot of shame. She practically ran to her bedroom, slammed the door behind her, and immediately turned the shower in her bathroom to as hot as she could stand it.

Don't you dare cry. This was your brilliant idea, she thought bitterly, but it was too late.

The tears crept down her face as she peeled off his t-shirt, opened the sliding glass door, and positioned herself under the stream, hoping it would rinse away this new, unwanted feeling that permeated her soul at the moment.

She wasn't sure how long she'd been standing motionless under the water before Ryan came in and joined her. He didn't speak a word, just stood behind her and wrapped her in his arms. She couldn't help the tears and hoped the water would hide them from him.

But he knew her a little better than that. "You're upset," he finally said. "Talk to me."

"I'm fine," she barely squeaked out.

"Don't lie to me."

"It's…just leftover insecurity from his cheating. I'm sorry."

"Don't ever apologize for feeling what you feel."

"It felt better with her than with me, didn't it?"

"Nothing on Earth feels better than with you, Amara."

"You finished with her though."

"Because I watched you cum and couldn't hold it anymore. That's just where I happened to be when it was go time."

"I didn't like that. I wanted you to finish with me."

"Then it doesn't happen again."

"I was so turned on watching you fuck her, but so jealous and angry, too. I don't know which emotion to give control to."

"That's normal. I'm sure I'll feel the same way watching you with another guy."

"Do you think less of me now?"

"Absolutely not. If anything, this makes me feel even closer to you. Like I said, she was a toy for us to play with. That's it. Did you see how quickly I got rid of her?"

"She was young. And really beautiful."

"Yeah, she was. But so what? Lots of girls are beautiful. And all she kept telling me was how beautiful you were. No one compares to you. No one. You're the most beautiful woman I've ever known. Not girl. Woman."

He reached a hand up to the fogged-up glass door, took his finger, and wrote "Ryan", drew a heart with an "‘s" below it, and wrote "Amara" below that. "I know I'm not supposed to say it, but you never said I couldn't write it on the shower door. You know what? Fuck it. Amara, I love you. I'm not gonna stand here and pretend I don't. I love you."

"You say you love me, but you just did what you did with her. I'm having a hard time understanding that."

"Because Amara, I don't associate sex with love. I never have. They exist in two separate realms for me. I can have sex with someone and feel absolutely nothing."

"And you think that's normal?"

"I never said that. But it's the way I operate. The fact that I also get to have sex with someone I love is like, a bonus for me."

"Well, I can't say it back. I'm sorry."

"And you don't have to. Doesn't change how I feel."

She turned the water off, and they both stepped out. He grabbed a towel and took his time as he slowly, gently dried off her entire body, all the way from her hair down to her toes. As he finished and began to dry himself off, she lay down on the bathroom floor mat. Unsure whether it was all the whiskey or the stress of the range of emotions she was experiencing, she didn't feel right. He curled up behind her, grabbing a dry towel from the rack and throwing it over them.

"You don't have to stay here," she said softly. "I just need a minute."

"Listen, I'm falling asleep holding you tonight, so if that's on a bathroom floor, then that's what it is."

And that's what it was.