“If I was blindfolded, do you think I could tell you apart?”
“Tell us apart how?” he asked as we leaned in closer.
She blushed a bit and mumbled something. She took a drink and looked back and forth as if we should know what it was she meant to say. We asked her again, and she closed her eyes as each of us put a hand on her knee. The harder we tried to make her answer the more flustered she got until finally she just blurted it out a bit too loudly.
“Fucking! If you took turns fucking me, I wonder if I could tell you apart.”
The dirty looks from the other customers ushered us happily out the door, down three blocks, around a corner, up the stairs, and into my apartment and bedroom. At first, she closed her eyes as we kissed her and she whispered our names quietly. One of us tied the scarf without her guessing, and by the time fingers were undoing buttons she was nearly lost.
As clothes fell to the ground and she lay back on the bed, she began to ask us to take turns. One set of lips on her breast was followed by a guess. One hand parting her thighs and stroking the soft flesh between them was followed by another, and before we knew it, each of us had a hand wrapped around us, and a name assigned. She studied us each in the darkness until finally she sat up on the bed and put her hands to her sides.
“Let me guess with just my mouth.”
We circled the bed and kept silent. We touched her hair gently and kept moving until honestly even I wasn’t sure who was who. One of us stepped towards her and her lips opened before he was even close. She moved her head slowly hoping to find what she wanted and when she finally did she swallowed it all. Her hands were still at her sides and she took him all the way into her mouth and then sucked, kissed, and licked until she thought she knew.
When she lay back on the bed and opened her legs she had correctly guessed us both. By the time I pushed inside her she was calling out my name without doubt and pleading for more without reserve.
The first three times we switched she guessed correctly. By the fourth time she wasn’t so sure and by the tenth she didn’t care. She finally stopped guessing altogether and her pleading change from the specific to the urgent.
“Just fuck me,” she moaned to no one, and the more she asked the closer we got. One of us came first, and she swore she could feel him pulsing through the thin latex. She came with the second and refused to kiss him for fear of discovering whom it was.
“I thought you wanted to know,” we said, as the three of us lay entangled on the bed.
“I did,” she whispered. “At first I really did, but by the end, it didn’t matter. You were both here, and hard, and inside me, and the only important thing was that you didn’t stop.”
“Should we take the blindfold off?” I asked.
“Leave it on,” she answered. “And let’s try again in the morning.”