I went to Pearl’s for dinner. It was my first time meeting her - earlier that day I’d met Arden and deeply enjoyed our conversation. They’d spoke very kindly of Pearl and I was excited to witness for myself her softness and warmth. When I first arrived I liked looking at the art on her walls and acclimating to the coziness of her room.

Earlier, walking around the city and sitting in a public cafe with Arden, I was trying to be vulnerable and fully present in our conversation, as it felt very special and valuable, but I struggled to always think clearly in an environment with so many distractions. Now, the setting was much more personal. I got to see the books on her shelf, her clothes in the closet, the intimacy of everyday objects taking up space. I felt more comfortable and could focus more clearly.

I liked the way she talked. Much like Arden in clarity and precision of words, depth of thought, interest in listening, but with more softness and reservation. After some conversation Arden returned with our dinner. Decadent lasagna, crunchy salad, savory fried cabbage. Vermouth to drink and sweet, moist carrot cake for dessert. The food and accompanying conversation was lovely, though I don’t remember so much what we talked about but how it felt.

I liked how the conversation flowed between people talking individually for longer periods of time rather than constantly switching back and forth. I loved listening to both of them talk. I was sometimes worried of feeling inadequate among two deeply intelligent and educated and interesting and lovely people, but I never did. I felt listened to and understood and respected. I appreciated witnessing their relationship with each other, how they could easily make each other laugh. To share in such a sweet, genuine, open love was really special to me.

After dinner Arden first laid down, head hanging over the foot of the bed. I laid on their chest, listening to their heartbeat. Pearl laid facing me, and I admired her warm eyes, and freckled cheeks, and soft lips, and smiled at the feeling of our simultaneous head scratches, appreciating the moment we were all sharing. I spent some time deciding on lighting, finally choosing a sequence of soft pink and orange shades fading together. 

Soon we shifted positions into spooning. With all three of us so easygoing, it was hard to decide who would be big/little spoon. I chose to be little first and then big. Pearl was in the middle. I remember lying in comfortable silence, which I broke with saying how I comfortable I felt. I really did - their energies were both so warm and welcoming and understanding and sweet. We had both turned to face Pearl, and Arden began kissing softly all over her face. I was encouraged to join, and liked feeling the joy on her face from being covered in soft kisses.

But at this point I had still not kissed either of their lips. And I yearned to. Earlier in the cafe, feeling strong attraction, I’d asked if Arden wanted to kiss. They opted for a kiss on the cheek, and I was happy to accept. And even happier when later, waiting for a bus, they placed one unprompted on my forehead. And now, spooning, and kissing all over her face, I asked to kiss Pearl (on the mouth). I think she wasn’t ready for this yet, and so I kept kissing her cheeks, forehead, eyelid, nose, happy to be patient for her to be ready or not at all. Grateful for the sweetness of just that moment. And grateful for her soft kisses on my face as well. Feeling much anticipation and excitement and wonder of what the rest of our night might hold.

Arden asked if anyone wanted a massage. This is something that really drew me to them from their profile. Recieving massage does wonders for my chronic pain and when someone knows how to give a good massage it speaks to how they know to listen to a body, how they can be patient and attentive and how much they’re interested in making me feel good. I was eager to receive, and quickly stripped down to just my underwear and laid face down. 

Arden was going to work on my back, and Pearl on my legs. I remember us taking deep synchronized slow breaths together. I remember the sound of oil squeezing into hands, and laughing at the sound of oily hands rubbing together. And all at once, four hands touching me. Long, soft strokes. Very sensual and connective. I could feel the energy in their hands. It was never deep enough to be painful (which is the type of massage I usually get), but just less than, so it felt very relaxing, calming, arousing. I remember hearing them kiss above me. I asked a couple times for slight changes in pressure or location, and complimented both of their skills. The way Pearl was touching me was particularly intimate and sensual, with her hands running up between my thighs, or pressing apart my glutes. I hoped she was enjoying this even half as much as I was.  

Soon it was her turn to receive, and I opted to take the upper body as I know it anatomically much better. Now the three of us were in just underwear, enjoying this intimate connection together. I admired both of their bodies, quite different in texture and shape and color, quite similarly both hot as fuck. I started on her back straddling her, sitting on her sacrum and warming up her muscles with my body weight, pressing my palms up and down the sides of her spine. I soon copied Arden’s technique of standing at the head to have a better angle to work on the shoulders. They took great care to keep me warm, covering me with blankets, telling me to wear their slippers on the cold tile floor. I wanted to copy a specific move, where they pulled the head up and pressed down into the shoulder, and they told me Pearl likes her hair pulled, so I started doing a fair bit of that and could tell she liked it.

I liked how now I was facing Arden, and could make eye contact, and mimic the pace/strength of their strokes. I really enjoyed how with three people, one of us could receive double the attention - foreshadowing for the rest of our night. After finishing on her neck and shoulders, I returned to sitting on her, now on her upper thighs, and while I spent some time rubbing her low back, Arden sat behind me and now started rubbing my thighs and ass. Through their hands I felt hunger, like they craved to touch me, and I craved their touch, and I was touching Pearl similarly and felt aroused and connected in many ways. I remember them kissing my back, and neck, and how lovely it felt and how badly I wanted to kiss back, but I had a different focus at that moment. Arden told me to, when I was finished, lie down with my whole body weight on top of her. I did and they lay atop me. Human sandwich. 

It was very cozy yet slightly suffocating and soon we moved to Arden sitting by our legs, and Pearl and I facing each other, hot and oily and soft and relaxed and aroused. I started touching her more softly, barely grazing my fingers along her skin. Our lips still hadn’t touched, but most of the rest of our bodies had. I felt I’d made it clear enough that I wanted to kiss, and decided to wait for her to initiate this. For a while we softly touched each others arms, backs, shoulders, faces. Softly kissed each other’s cheeks, foreheads, noses, eyelids.

And finally she asked to kiss me. She tasted so gentle and sweet and I felt like our lips fit together so well. While all of this was happening, Arden had been massaging our calves - as the leg massages earlier were mostly focused on the thighs. But now that she and I were kissing, they moved slowly up my legs to rub my inner thighs, closer and closer to my pussy, which so strongly craved their touch. I could only assume the same was happening to Pearl, as I felt her body and breath escalate and intensify similarly to mine.

I allowed my body to move as it naturally wanted, opening myself to Arden’s fingers, pressing against Pearl’s skin, breathing heavily. I had learned earlier, through their massage, how skilled and attentive their hands were. Now inside me, they knew all the right buttons to press and motions to make, and I was filled with pleasure. Pearl and I could focus on kissing and touching each other, now kissing ears, and necks, while simultaneously enjoying Arden’s skilled fingering. I was impressed by their hand strength and multitasking capability. I remember them building up to our climax. Like edging but much more generous, not stopping in between but rather slowly ramping up. I remember our breaths together. I remember finishing, and the two of us catching our breath having melted into a puddle of wetness and warmth together, Arden’s fingers still inside us, only to be rapidly pulled out making me yelp with surprise. 

We realized I’d started bleeding but none of the three of us minded this, which made me feel even more comfortable and at ease. Although they’d just made me come, I still hadn’t kissed arden and needed badly for this to change. I remember the different feeling of kissing them, after quite a while tasting Pearl in my mouth. Their skin slightly stubbled, creating a more textured sensation. The energy of the kiss was rougher as well. Hungry and passionate and assertive yet still attentive. So delicious. I remember at one point all three of us kissing at once mostly with tongue, as the shape of human heads doesn’t lend itself well to three pairs of lips touching. This was all very sweet. Soon the two of them started to move down to kiss my neck and chest as I lay on my back soaking in all the attention, touch, energy, feelings…

I couldn’t always tell whose hands were where, and the overwhelming pleasure turned much of my memories into a blur, but I remember Pearl fingering me with great attention and care. I loved how she made me feel. Meanwhile Arden was controlling my breath with intense kisses and strong choking. And telling me the hottest things - showering me with praise and encouragement. “You’re doing so good, that’s perfect, don’t hold back, I want to taste your moans….” I was lost in a spiral of feelings. Overwhelmed with sensations both physical and emotional. Convulsing. Breath. The two of them pulling the strings and animating me. Filling me with life.

Then I remember Arden going to get water. I remember kissing Pearl with gratitude for the effort and attention she showed me. Arden came back, and told us to stop kissing and drink water. We disobeyed. She was on top of me, we were kissing each other’s ears, and necks, and lips, grinding against each other, breathing into each other. And then, exhausted and in need of water, succumbed to the pause. 

I can mark this pause in my memory by us changing orientation in the bed, as up until this point our heads were still at the foot of the bed, but now, leaving to use the bathroom, snacking and drinking water, we switch to the normal orientation of lying in a bed. Arden is sitting against the wall, and I lay my head on them. I liked feeling safe there, and close to them. I remember them feeding me small, rich spoonfuls of greek yogurt, with lots of honey. With my head in their lap I shed a few tears at the sweetness of it all. I was so full of feeling. Pearl returns from the bathroom and smiles sweetly at me. I remember Arden touching my head, and back, and ass. I loved to feel their hands on me and wanted more. More kissing. More touching. More of them. More of all of it. I laughed a lot when they put down the yogurt, and said “I would rather eat… You…. Up!!!” and started biting me all over.

I remember Arden fingering me again. I had already came many times and was soaking, messy, sensitive, tender, yet still so hungry for more. With Arden’s fingers inside me, Pearl put hers down my throat, synchronizing and filling me up from both sides. I remember gagging, and instinctively apologizing, and Pearl sweetly reassuring me, and how safe I felt, and how they both were so effective at making me feel good and enabling me to fully relax and submit to pleasure.

We end up cuddling again for awhile, chatting about all that was happening. I remember Arden mentioning how it was fun making me cum, and they wished they could do it so many times. “You can!!” I replied. But I felt like I’d gotten a lot of attention and wanted to give some now. Arden had so far only topped, facilitating Pearl and I’s pleasure. And Pearl had spent a lot of time focusing on me.

I’d talked earlier that day to Arden about shibari, and I knew they had a couple ropes we could play with. I really enjoy rope, and how it can enhance and intensify things. We decided it would be fun for me to tie up Pearl. I had two ropes to work with and first decided to do a futo (bent leg tie). With the second rope I tried to improvise a fisherman’s/hug harness, tying her wrists together and to her chest. Not as sturdy as I would’ve liked but hot, and comfortable enough, and restrictive enough. I asked her to try to wiggle out of it and she couldn’t. Fun.

Arden threw a blanket over us all. We showered Pearl with kisses, and I laid her back down. Immobilized, she had no choice but to accept. With her leg tied bent to the side, and her arms in front of her, she looked so irresistibly vulnerable. At this point I hadn’t really gotten to see either of their genitals yet, even though we’d been having sex for hours. Arden was starting to finger her, but I wanted a turn, so we decided to double stuff her.

Finally, Arden took off their underwear to reveal a beautiful, long, stiff dick for Pearl to suck. And I also finally got to see, and touch, and smell Pearl’s pussy - just as sweet and soft as the rest of her. I started with my weaker hand. One finger at first, but quickly moving to two, and three not soon after, all the while rubbing her clit with my right hand. All the while, Arden is fucking her mouth with a gentle forcefulness. I found this so hot to watch, and even more so to be a part of. I liked how with the hug harness, her hands were stuck right next to her mouth, so she could use them on the shaft while sucking and kissing on the tip of their dick. I loved watching, and making eye contact with Arden, and watching her body ripple from my touch.

After a while I was getting fatigued and had to switch to my right hand. Now I’m using all my strength, and I have four fingers thrusting hard and fast, and my other fingers circling her clit coaxing an orgasm out of her. Feeling her contract around me and hearing her moan around Arden’s dick. Watching all the movement between us. I felt her pleasure reach a height as I was nearly out of arm strength, and when I slowed touching her I noticed how much her sensitivity had increased. Seconds ago I was putting all my effort into intense rubbing and thrusting and now, just a soft brush against her clit makes her whole body shake. I feel satisfied with my work. Our work.

Now we cuddle awhile again, talking. I make sure the rope still feels ok on Pearl, and nothing is going numb or falling asleep or too uncomfortable. Even though she couldn’t wiggle out of it earlier, now the ropes around her arms have moved out of place and loosened from the intensity of her orgasmic movements. She tries to untie it herself which is really cute to watch. Teeth biting and pulling at loose ends of the rope around her wrists. We helped untie her, noticing how sleepy she’d become, and continue cuddling for awhile until Arden asks to go down on me.

I responded that yes, they could, but it doesn’t usually get me off. It’s not as strong a sensation as penetration is for me, though I still enjoy it. I wasn’t explicitly meaning penile penetration and would’ve been happy with more fingering, or oral, or to just keep cuddling, but I was so excited when they asked Pearl if it was okay to fuck me. I realized how badly I wanted to be filled with them, and to make them cum as hard as I’d been. I watched buzzing with anticipation as Pearl arose to suck them again. And as they rubbed the tip of their dick up and down in between my labia I couldn’t wait to feel it inside me.

My legs over their shoulders, I opened myself up to them. I looked in their eyes and felt myself slowly being filled to the brim. Just like the beginning of the night, they took their time at first and gradually increased the intensity, stretching me more and more and more. Deeper and deeper and deeper until I could feel them pounding against my cervix. It felt so good. It hurt a little bit, but in a good way. I said this to pearl, in a whisper in her ear. I told her everything I was feeling. I asked her to touch me, too. And Arden told her to come see the beauty in my eyes. I liked having both their attention on me. At one point she choked me, and I asked her three or four times to do it harder until it was finally perfect, and I was once again lost under both of their control, severing the tether between my mind and my body and letting it’s instinctual movements and sounds take over. 

Then I remember Arden pulling out, and slapping my pussy, and telling me to flip over and get on my knees. I asked “again, please” intending to refer to the slapping, but no more strikes came and instead I was being pounded again from behind this time. I switched between kissing Pearl, who laid underneath me, and turning around to kiss Arden. I could tell they were really enjoying my body and it turned me on so much more to feel tangibly the pleasure I was bringing them. And to hear their breathing, grunting, moaning in my ear as they stretched me out. While still on my knees I was trying to put in reciprocal effort, grinding and bouncing my ass back against them, but I think I was too overwhelmed and exhausted to do much work and soon laid down on my side for them to finish pounding me from behind. 

Afterwards we cuddled and talked for a long time. Arden brought up the concept of posting a story to this subreddit which interested me. I was happy to be in the middle while we slept, and felt very warm and cozy. Although I was comfortable I didn’t sleep much. My mind was replaying all the things that had just happened, and I was soaking it in and processing. And I didn’t want the moment to end. I knew they were both leaving in the morning, and part of me didn’t want to sleep through the rest of our time together. I liked feeling both of them asleep next to me, hearing them breathing. Eventually I fell asleep for a few hours. 

In the morning, we shared some more carrot cake and an orange in bed. Pearl made me coffee. The two of them had a train to catch. I wanted to prolong the time we had together and walked with them to the train station, even going through security up until right before the train where they were scanning tickets. There, we said our goodbyes. Walking out of the train station I cried, feeling overwhelmed with beauty and joy and emotion and softness and pleasure and love. And then I began to write.

Writing this at first was challenging, my memories were blurred together and I had trouble remembering the order of events. But I spent much time thinking about it and revisiting it in my head. I listened to the music we were playing, and I ate greek yogurt with honey, and the rest of the carrot cake, and oranges, and drank vermouth. I masturbated. I read and reread and reread my journal entries. When Arden sent me their perspective I read and reread and reread it. It helped me refine my memories and make my story more chronological and understandable.

It also brought me a lot of joy to understand what the experience was like for them and there are many things from their perspective I never would’ve known without doing this. It’s beautiful to see myself, and this experience as a whole, from a different viewpoint. And to provide the same thing for both of them. I deeply appreciated the voice messages they sent me reading my story. I’ve enjoyed writing this and spending so much time thinking back on that night and I’m happy to share it! I hope you enjoy it too!