33. To Three, Or Not To Three...

Waverly laid in Nicole’s bed, staring up at the ceiling. She couldn’t sleep; her mind was occupied with thoughts of what Rosita had offered just a few short hours ago. It wasn’t even that she liked Rosita like that. Sure, the woman was attractive, but she was no Nicole Haught. And she wasn’t even Waverly’s type really. But what if a threesome was something that Waverly liked, but she never knew because she had never tried it? She spent her whole life oblivious to the part of her that liked women, and she had been missing out on something amazing…what if she was doing the same thing again by just shrugging off the threesome idea and assuming she didn’t want it because it was something society often frowned upon?

She looked over at the clock; 3:36 a.m. She then looked over at Nicole and saw that she was asleep. She slipped out of bed as she grabbed her phone from the nightstand, threw on the robe that was hanging on the bathroom door, and carefully made her way out the bedroom door before padding down the stairs. She reached into the pocket of her jacket that was on the coat rack and pulled out the napkin with Rosita’s number scribbled on it. With a heavy sigh, she opened up her contacts and added the number in before mindlessly tossing it into the trash. As she slowly sat down at the kitchen table, she took a deep breath before typing out a new text.

Waverly: Hey, it’s Waverly, Chrissy’s friend.

She threw her phone down on the table and buried her face in her hands. She couldn’t believe she was doing this behind Nicole’s back, but she was too scared to tell her that she was curious about the idea of having a threesome. How could she tell Nicole when she so clearly blew off the idea? What if she found it disgusting and wouldn’t want to be with Waverly anymore? No, she couldn’t risk that. She had to do this on her own. As she stared at her phone, waiting for a response, she realized that it was middle of the night and Rosita was probably sleeping like a normal human. She stood up from the table and sauntered back up the stairs and into bed, trying to force herself to fall asleep.

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Nicole groaned as she rolled over to turn off her alarm. She looked over at Waverly and smiled at how beautiful she looked, even passed out with her mouth wide open and drool making its way onto the pillow beneath her. She gently kissed her forehead, careful not to wake her, and stood up from the bed with a wide stretch of her long limbs. Some mornings she debated waking up at 5:30 – two and a half hours before her shift started – just to get a good workout in, but this morning she was ready to feel the familiar burn of building muscle. It made her feel strong and ready to take on whatever life had planned to throw at her that day; even Lonnie asking her how to use the coffee machine like he did every morning.

She quietly pulled out a tank top and some cotton shorts from her dresser and put them on before making her way down to the kitchen to make some coffee. She took the small reusable cup out of the automatic coffee maker and walked over to the trash to throw away the used coffee grounds that were left in there. As soon as she opened the lid with the foot pedal, she noticed the napkin with Rosita’s number on it laying flatly on top. She eyed it cautiously. She hadn’t had her coffee yet, so her brain immediately assumed that it had followed her home like some sort of magic napkin. Then as she began to realize that wasn’t possible, and supernatural things like that don’t happen, she also began to realize the only way it could have gotten there – Waverly. She scraped out the coffee grounds onto the napkin and quickly realized her foot from the pedal of the trash can, pushing the lid down with her hand so it would shut faster.

“Okay, it’s probably nothing.” Nicole said to no one in particular. “She probably just grabbed a napkin to wipe her hands on and didn’t realize it was that napkin.”

She brushed it off, assuming Waverly had taken it by mistake – after all, it was in the trash – before putting some fresh coffee grounds into the reusable cup and proceeding to make her coffee. She placed her favorite cat mug under the machine and waited as the coffee poured into it. She smiled as she inhaled the scent of fresh coffee filling her house. She loved that smell, almost as much as she loved living in the year 2017, where coffee can be made right in your kitchen with the touch of a button. She was brought out of her thoughts by the sound of a chime. She looked over at the kitchen table and saw Waverly’s phone displaying a new notification. She picked it up and read the notification.

Rosita – Text Message

She stared at the notification until the screen faded to black, along with any chances of this being an accident. Waverly took the napkin on purpose, copied the number into her contacts, and is now texting Rosita behind Nicole’s back. She debated whether or not to read the text. She knew Waverly’s password, so it’s not like she wasn’t able to unlock her phone. All she had to do was type in the code – 09-08-95, her birthday – read the text, and then delete it from the phone so that Waverly would never even know it existed. It would be easy. She pressed the ‘unlock’ button and watched as the screen transformed to display the keypad. Her thumb hovered over the ‘0’ for a few seconds before the screen went back to black from sitting for so long. She sighed as she set the phone back down on the table. Waverly trusted her, and she didn’t want to lose that trust over something that was probably nothing. She trusted Waverly too, and knew that if she wasn’t telling her something, it was because she was scared. She would have to wait for Waverly to come to her.

Nicole grabbed her mug and walked over to the living room, sipping her coffee as she began her morning routine of playing some brain training games on her phone before beginning her workout.

After her workout, she went upstairs to shower off and put on her uniform, managing to do so without waking Waverly up. She trotted down the stairs full of energy and began to make some breakfast. Just when she had finished transferring the scrambled eggs from the pan to a bowl, she heard some shuffling behind her. She turned around and smiled at her girlfriend, fully dressed in skinny jeans and a tight pink sweatshirt. She was glad they both had the idea of leaving some of Waverly’s clothes at her house for nights when she slept over, especially those clothes. But then again, all of Waverly’s clothes made Nicole drool.

“Good morning.” Nicole said as she pulled Waverly in for a kiss.

“Good morning to you too.” Waverly giggled.

“Want some breakfast?”

“Always. Hey, have you seen my phone?”

Nicole grabbed two plates from the cabinet before coolly answering, “Yeah, it’s right there on the table.” She turned back around towards the counter to put the food onto both plates.

“Oh, I’m so dumb. Thanks!” Waverly said excitedly as she picked up the device.

She unlocked it and saw a new message from Rosita. Holding her breath, she opened it.

Rosita: Hey, I’m glad you texted. Have you and Nicole talked about my offer?

Waverly stared at the screen. She had no idea what she wanted to say next. She honestly hadn’t thought this far.

“Is everything okay?” Nicole asked as she sat the plates down on the table, one in front of Waverly, causing the brunette to jump and shove her phone into her pocket.

“Yeah, it’s just Wynonna complaining about something, as usual. I’ll respond to her later. Right now I’m eating breakfast with my girlfriend.” Waverly smiled as she rubbed the back of Nicole’s neck. “Thank you for cooking.”

Nicole gave Waverly a weak smile before turning her attention to her plate and began eating. She hoped she wouldn’t have to wait too long for Waverly to talk to her.

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It was two hours into Waverly’s shift at the coffee shop, and she still had no idea what to say to Rosita. How do you ask someone you just met about threesomes? She reminded herself of just that – Rosita was someone she had just met. It’s not like she really had anything to lose. If anything, she was the best person to go to for advice about the subject, because she knew Rosita wouldn’t judge her for it, whereas anyone else in her life might.

She pulled out her phone and quickly typed her message, hitting send before she could change her mind.

Waverly: We haven’t yet, but I’m a little curious about it.

She instantly received a reply, thankful that she wouldn’t have to wait too long and wonder if she was being too annoying.

Rosita: What exactly do you want to know?

She hovered her thumbs over the screen. What did she want to know?

Waverly: Everything?

Rosita: Lol. Ok, but more specifically?

She sighed. She honestly had no idea what to ask.

Waverly: How do I know if it’s what I want to do?

Rosita: Well the fact that you’re even curious about it means that you want to do it at least to some degree. What’s the harm in trying it? Worst case scenario, you figure out you don’t like it.

Waverly: I guess that’s true

Rosita: Which is why my motto is “try everything once” ;) What did Nicole say about it?

Waverly: She actually doesn’t know I’m even talking to you, but I’m not sure if it’s something she’s into

She waited for a response and began to worry when it took longer than the other messages had. What if she had scared Rosita away? As soon as she set her phone down on the counter, a new notification popped up.

Rosita: Look, I’d be happy to explain to you how a threesome works, but you and Nicole both need to be on board with this. I pride myself on not being a homewrecker, so talk to your girl and then come back to me.

Waverly sighed as she put her phone back into her pocket. Rosita was right, she needed to be talking to Nicole about this, not this person she just met. She just didn’t know how to bring it up without the risk of upsetting Nicole.

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Waverly arrived at Nicole’s house later that night. Nicole had asked her if she wanted to stay over again, and of course she said yes. She and Nicole had spent so many nights together that it was too hard for her to sleep alone at this point. When she walked through the door Nicole had left unlocked for her, she was hit with the savory aroma of lasagna – her favorite food. …well, her second favorite. Her real favorite food was sweet and sour soup with a dollop of peanut butter, but she’s never admit that, not even if she had a gun pointed at her face.

“Honey, I’m home!” Waverly sang out as she put her coat on the coat rack and walked into the kitchen.

“Hey baby!” Nicole said cheerily as she took a hefty glass dish of lasagna out of the oven.

“What’s cookin’ good lookin’?” Waverly wrapped her arms around Nicole’s waist from behind and kissed the side of her cheek.

“Veggie lasagna with an array of vegan cheeses, making this meal one hundred percent vegan.”

“Mmm I knew I smelled lasagna!”

“We’ve got some salad too.”

“Yum. Can’t wait to eat it while hearing you talk about your day.” She gave Nicole one last peck on the cheek before helping her serve their plates.

One meal, a lot of conversation, and two and a half episodes of Buffy later, the two found themselves making out on the couch. Nicole was on top of Waverly, hastily yanking off both of their shirts before bringing her lips down to Waverly’s neck. It wasn’t until she moved up to Waverly’s lips and looked into her eyes that she noticed the brunette’s mind was somewhere else. Nicole sat up and furrowed her brow in concern.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” Waverly smiled as she pulled Nicole back down for a kiss, but Nicole eventually sat back up when the kiss felt forced.

“Seriously, talk to me Waves.” Nicole reassuringly rubbed her hands up and down Waverly’s arms.

Waverly sighed as she sat up, causing Nicole to move off of her. She sat cross-legged with her back against the arm of the couch as Nicole mirrored her, patiently waiting for her girlfriend to spill – even though she had an idea what it was about.

“I took the napkin.” Waverly finally said guiltily as she looked down at her lap.

“I know.” Nicole replied. There was no bite in her voice.

Waverly looked up with wide eyes. “Wait, you know?”

“I saw it in the trash this morning.” Nicole shrugged, trying not to make a big deal about it. It was obvious that Waverly was scared, and there was no point in scaring her even more. The goal was to get her to speak her mind, not to make her feel bad.

“Why didn’t you say anything?”

“I was waiting for you to come to me when you were ready. I also saw that Rosita texted you this morning, but I didn’t look at the text. I just saw the notification pop up on your phone.”

Waverly’s face turned red as she realized she had been caught in her lie this morning about Wynonna texting her. “I’m sorry.” She looked down at her lap again and played with a loose thread on her jeans.

Nicole stilled Waverly’s fidgety hands and tilted her head until Waverly could see her, silently encouraging the brunette to look up at her.

“Tell me what’s going on.” Nicole said patiently.

“I guess I’m just a little curious about…about the threesome.” She trailed off on that last part.

“You guess?” Nicole quirked an eyebrow.

Waverly sighed. “Okay, I am curious.”

Nicole simply nodded. She knew that was coming, no matter how much she tried to convince herself that Waverly took the napkin to ask Rosita about something unrelated.

“Do you have feelings for her?” Nicole asked hesitantly.

“What? No, of course not!” Waverly reassured.

“And, am I…I mean, I’m enough for you, right?”

Waverly’s heart broke at the way her girlfriend was looking at her, insecurities on full display. “Nicole, you are more than enough for me. That’s not what this is about.”

“Then what’s it about?”

“It’s about me trying to figure out what I like and what I don’t like. I’ve never even considered having a threesome before because it’s such a stigmatized thing. I didn’t think I’d be the kind of person to want to want to do it, but then again I didn’t think I’d be the kind of person who enjoyed sex with another woman, and yet here I am, eating pussy and loving every second of it.”

Nicole raised her eyebrows. It was unlike Waverly to say something like that, and Waverly felt awkward as soon as she said it. “Sorry, I don’t know where that came from. I guess what I’m trying to say is, what if I’m missing out on something I want just because I’m too afraid to even try it?”

“Hey, I get it.” Nicole said softly as she grabbed Waverly’s hands in her lap. “You’re 21. You’re still at that age where you’re trying to figure out who you are and what you want. And I don’t want to keep you from experiencing that.” She sighed, swallowing hard before she prepared herself for what she was about to say next. “So, if this is something you want to pursue, then I’m in.”

Waverly was shocked. That was the last thing she expected. “Really? You’d do that for me?”

“I would.” Nicole said with conviction.

Waverly couldn’t believe it. Nobody had ever offered to do something like this for her before. She knew it was something Nicole was uncomfortable with, and yet she was willing to do it for Waverly.

“I love you.” Waverly said as she wrapped her arms around Nicole’s shoulders and rested their forehead’s together.

Nicole reached up with one hand and held onto Waverly’s forearm next to her face as she relaxed her forehead into the touch of Waverly’s warm skin against hers. “I love you too.”

Nicole would be lying if she said she wasn’t terrified. She’s always known that a threesome is not something she’d ever want to do. She was the kind of person who always believed that sex was best between two people, and that three was a crowd – although that second motto was often used more for when Wynonna hung around them, effectively cockblocking her. But more importantly, she was afraid that this would somehow damage her relationship with Waverly, and yet she was also afraid to keep Waverly from doing something she wanted. What if Waverly ended up resenting Nicole because she kept her from this experience? Or worse…what if she ended up having a threesome with Rosita and someone other than Nicole? She didn’t want to risk losing the love of her life, so if having a threesome was what she had to do to keep Waverly, then that’s what she’d do.

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After Nicole had agreed to the threesome, Waverly texted Rosita and set everything up. They agreed to do it at Nicole’s place that weekend. Waverly had planned everything out – from getting a wax, to her outfit, to the music playlist…she even had a backup playlist just in case the tone wasn’t right for the first one. She had no idea what to expect, so she tried to prepare for every scenario.

That’s how she found herself anxiously waiting in Nicole’s bedroom wearing her loosest dress – something she’d easily be able to get out of – while Nicole answered the door.

“Hey,” Nicole said flatly when she opened the door, revealing Rosita in a short black leather mini skirt and white halter top.

“Hey yourself, cutie.” Rosita leaned against her palm on the doorframe as she eyed Nicole from her t-shirt all the way down to the converses that paired well with her jeans. She wasn’t as dressed up as the other two.

Nicole rolled her eyes at Rosita’s attempt to flirt with her. “Look, I’m only doing this for Waverly. So that means that you and I,” Nicole waved her pointer finger between the two of them. “Stay on opposite sides, leaving all the attention on her. Got it?”

“That’s fine with me. Waverly’s a cutie.” Rosita smirked.

Nicole clenched her jaw, trying to remind herself that this was for Waverly. Waverly loved her, and this was just an experience to be had, nothing more. Waverly didn’t have any feelings for Rosita.

“I’ve got some ground rules.” Nicole stated firmly.

“Okay.” Rosita replied nonchalantly, as if it were expected.

“No oral sex between you and her, giving or receiving. Fingers and riding thighs only. Kissing is allowed, but no tongue.”

“What about tribbing? Like, clit to clit?”

Nicole shook her head. “Fingers and thighs only.”

“Breasts?”

“Fair game.”

“Okay.” Rosita smiled, wanting to remain respectful, which Nicole appreciated.

They made their way upstairs and found Waverly sitting on the bed, twiddling her thumbs. As soon as she noticed the two women, she popped up to a standing position and chuckled nervously.

“Hey, Rosita! Glad you could come.” Waverly smiled a little too hard, unaware of her unfortunate wording.

Rosita was clearly trying to hold back her laughter and Nicole looked sympathetically at Waverly. It wasn’t until seeing their reactions that Waverly realized what she had said, and her face instantly turned a bright shade of red. She had a tendency to open her mouth before thinking things through.

“I’ll just refrain from making any jokes.” Rosita said with a warm smile in Waverly’s direction.

“Thank you. Sorry, I’m nervous.” Waverly admitted as Nicole reassuringly rubbed her back.

She tried she relax into the comfort of her girlfriend. Even though this was all new, she was glad that she had Nicole by her side to make her feel safe.

“It’s okay, no need to be nervous.” Rosita waved her hand. “We’re all adults here, and I plan on sticking to the ground rules. So just relax, and try to have some fun here.” Rosita reached out and reassuringly rubbed up and down Waverly’s arms that hung firmly by her side before looking over at Nicole. “You too.” She said as she gave Nicole a knowing look.

“What, me? I’m relaxed.” Nicole shrugged.

“Yeah right. I can see the stress vein popping out of your forehead.”

Nicole reached up and touched her forehead as she frowned.

“Look guys, I’m not here for anything other than sex. As soon as it’s over, I’m going to leave, and we never have to talk about it, unless you guys end up wanting to do it again one night. But I’m not here for anything emotional, and I’m not here to break you two up. It’s just sex, okay?”

Nicole and Waverly nodded as they stood next to each other; Nicole with her arm around Waverly’s shoulders and Waverly with her arm around Nicole’s waist.

“So, where do you want to start?” Rosita asked.

“Um, I could take my shirt off?” Waverly suggested.

“Let’s all do that.” Nicole said, trying to make Waverly feel a little more comfortable.

“Okay.” Rosita shrugged.

All three of them took off their shirts, leaving them standing around the room with just their bras on top.

Waverly looked at Rosita. She was pretty, but not as pretty as Nicole. Waverly looked over at Nicole and looked at her chest, smiling at the bra she was wearing. It was her favorite one – navy blue.

Nicole looked at Rosita briefly before averting her eyes to the floor. This was weird. She tried her best not to find Rosita attractive, but the problem was that Rosita was attractive. Anyone with eyes could see that. Nicole cursed herself for being a sucker for tanned skin.

Nicole and Waverly stood awkwardly as Rosita looked between them with her hands on her hips, resting most of her weight on her right leg. If she had known they would be this awkward, she would’ve stayed home, because this was not sexy. But she was already here, and she didn’t want to be rude. So she patiently waited for someone to make the next move.

“Um, what now?” Waverly asked, looking at Rosita expectantly.

“Want me to kiss you?” Rosita asked boldly.

“Oh, uh, o-okay.” Waverly stuttered, looking at Nicole for reassurance. The redhead gave her a warm smile nod of approval, so Waverly shuffled forward towards Rosita.

Waverly slowly leaned in, eyelids wrinkled from being shut so tight. As soon as her lips touched Rosita’s she pulled back.

“I’m sorry, I don’t think I can do this.” Waverly said looking between the two.

“Oh thank god.” Nicole bent over and rested her hands on top of her knees as she let out the breath she had been holding. “I honestly had no idea how I was going to be able to watch you two doing stuff together.”

Waverly looked at Nicole, and then at Rosita apologetically. “I’m sorry for making you drive all the way out here for nothing.”

Rosita waved her hand in dismissal. If she were being honest, she was glad she didn’t have to have sex with two clearly uncomfortable people. “It happens. I got another offer around here anyways, so it wasn’t a waste of gas. Just means that I’ll be in someone else’s bed tonight.” After putting her shirt back on and giving them a quick smile and nod, she made her way out of Nicole’s bedroom and down the stairs towards the front door.

Waverly looked at Nicole. “Nicole, I’m so sorry.”

Nicole shook her head as she pulled Waverly into a hug. “You didn’t do anything wrong. You were curious, and that’s okay.” She pulled back to look at Waverly. “Although, I am really glad you decided not to go through with it.”

“Me too.” Waverly said, a little relieved. She had no idea why it took her this long to realize she actually wasn’t a threesome kind of girl, but was thankful she figured it out before actually doing anything.

“So, do you still want to…you know, just the two of us?” Nicole winked.

“Well, I did get a wax. I guess I shouldn’t let that go to waste.” Waverly replied playfully.

“I still don’t care about that you know. Pubic hair, I mean.”

“And I’m still going to keep waxing.”

“And I’m still going to reassure you that it’s not mandatory for me to enjoy making love to you. You could have the biggest bush in town and I would still love going down on you.”

“Nicole!” Waverly placed her palms over her hot cheeks.

“It’s true!”

“Come here.” She wrapped her right arm around Nicole’s shoulders as she placed her left hand on Nicole’s cheek just above her jawline. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too baby.”

Waverly gave a delicate kiss as she slipped her hands underneath Nicole’s shirt and ran her hands up and down the skin of the redhead’s back. She pulled out of the kiss and purred in Nicole’s hear, “I have the most amazing girlfriend in the entire world.”

Nicole blushed as she tried to hold back her giddy smile. “I have the most amazing girlfriend in the entire world.”

Waverly pulled back to look at Nicole with as much conviction as she could. “No, but seriously. You’re so generous, and charming, super hot…like, model hot. And you’re the most selfless person I know. You’re such a good girlfriend.”

Before Nicole could deny any of the compliments she had just been showered with, Waverly reconnected their lips for a quick kiss before roughly pushing Nicole down onto the bed.

“And I’m going to show you exactly what happens to good girlfriends.” Waverly said with a seductive smirk.

Nicole gulped as she watched Waverly unbutton her jeans. This was not how she expected the night to go, but boy was she glad it turned out this way.