otherworlderotic
Your day unfolds much like any other day. Lectures drone on, full of facts and theories that you'd normally find fascinating. But today, every word from the professor's mouth seems to blur into background noise as your mind drifts back to Laura.
It's a struggle to keep your attention focused on the assignments in front of you. The gym session is the worst offender. As you move through your usual workout, every bead of sweat, every tensed muscle, every strained breath feels like a dull echo compared to the rush of holding Laura, of making her laugh, of exploring her boundaries and being a part of her joy.
As the day stretches on, you're more than a little relieved when it's finally time to head to the park. Eager to escape the confines of your usual routine, you make your way to the picnic area where you spot the two girls.
Laura is sitting on a blanket, looking radiant in a sundress that matches the brilliant blue of the sky. As soon as she spots you, her face lights up and she jumps up to greet you. Her hug is warm and enthusiastic, pulling you close and burying her face in your neck. You hold her tight, breathing in her scent, and soaking in the moment. You've missed her, and by the looks of it, she's missed you too.
Meanwhile, Jo is splayed out on the picnic blanket, lazily plucking at the grass. She’s in a playful, flowy sundress too, one dotted with vibrant flowers. The sight of you approaching with Laura in your arms elicits a wild, energetic grin, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
"Hey, stud!" she calls out, pushing herself up onto her elbows. She’s brimming with an energy that’s hard to ignore, with maybe a little bit of crazy in the mix.
As you release Laura, Jo bounds to her feet and steps in to envelop you in a hug that's less affectionate and more akin to a boisterous bear wrestle. You can't help but laugh as she smacks you on the back, then another smack on the butt, more baseball player than sexual.
"Way to go, champ!" she exclaims, pulling back to give you a solid high five. There’s a wink in her eye, a knowing gleam that suggests she’s been keeping up with Laura's shared details of your blossoming relationship.
“Hey, hands off my boy toy!” Laura exclaims, but she’s laughing, and a little flushed.
Jo’s antics bring a wide grin to your face. It's infectious, her unabashed enthusiasm and wild energy. You can see why Laura loves having her as a friend, and honestly, you already appreciate her riotous charm too. "Thanks, Jo," you say, giving her a playful nudge. "Always rooting for me, huh?"
"Of course, sweet young Laura didn’t come home last night," she says with a hearty laugh. "I always root for the winning team."
Laura rolls her eyes as you three get situated.
Settling onto the blanket next to Laura, you let the warm, golden sunlight wash over you. Jo is already launching into a spirited tale of her latest exploits, which, unsurprisingly, involves a disastrous date with a guy she met at a live drawing class. As Jo talks, Laura's hand finds yours, her fingers weaving with yours in a way that feels as natural as breathing. Her thumb brushes over the back of your hand, a simple touch that sends a warm jolt of affection through you.
"Honestly, I don't know why I keep trying," Jo concludes with a dramatic sigh, sprawling onto her back. "These art boys have more issues than a magazine stand."
"But think of the stories, Jo," Laura teases, squeezing your hand. "They're your best material."
"True," Jo says, sitting back up. "But just once, I'd like a nice, stable guy, you know? Someone who can actually find his way around a woman's body without needing a map."
You laugh, while Laura hides her smile behind her hand. Jo gives you an exaggerated wink, then turns to Laura, "Want to share him? Sounds like he knows his way around a lady."
"You've got to be kidding me, Jo!" Laura exclaims, her cheeks turning a bright shade of red. Despite the embarrassment, there's a playful spark in her eyes. "I am not sharing him, and I am certainly not giving you any details!"
"Aw, come on, Laura," Jo pleads, nudging her with a grin. "I'm not asking for a live demonstration or anything. Just some juicy stories to spice up my imagination. It’s for my education. You wouldn’t deny me an opportunity for education, right? You’re so cruel. I can’t count on you for anything."
Your laughter rolls through the park, drawing amused glances from other picnic-goers. Laura gives you a playful shove, her laughter echoing yours.
"Okay, okay," she concedes, casting you an apologetic look. "Only because you're my best friend and I care about your...education."
The details she shares start off tamed down, veiled behind metaphors and vague allusions, but Jo latches onto every word, her eyes sparkling with mischief and curiosity. Encouraged by Jo’s enthusiasm and your nod of consent, Laura gives the juicy details, with Jo occasionally comically hooting and fanning herself in exaggerated reactions. "Oh my God, you guys are adorable," she says, once Laura's finished, clearly appeased but nonetheless grinning. "I need to find myself a guy like him, getting you off without getting your panties off, you go girl. Put that boy to work." You laugh, covering your face, exasperated at Jo’s unashamed straightforward salaciousness, and a little turned on.
"You will, Jo," Laura reassures her. "You just need to find the right ‘art class'. You’ve got to be good with your hands to do art, right? Maybe give that guy another chance."
“Oh no he couldn’t draw feet to save his life, I know he couldn’t handle this.” Jo strikes a dramatic pose. The three of you laugh, and the conversation drifts to other topics. But the look in Jo's eyes - that mixture of amusement and longing - stays with you.
Feeling the warmth of the sun on your skin and the light squeeze of Laura's hand in yours, you can't help but smile. Jo’s vivacious energy adds a layer of lightheartedness to the moment, and you find yourself relaxing, caught up in the infectious laughter and the banter that fills the air.
As the conversation continues, Jo catches a glance between you and Laura, sensing the connection and heat this topic has brought up between you two. "You know," Jo says, her tone playful and mischievous, "listening to all of this is kind of a turn-on. Recounting the details… it's like you're reliving it again, huh? Young Laura likes it." Jo pumps her eyebrows up and down.
Laura blushes, letting out a soft, embarrassed laugh. "Jo, you're incorrigible."
"I know," Jo grins, her eyes twinkling. "But seriously, you two. You can't keep your hands off each other, can you? Why don't you show me a little preview of what you were talking about? Just a little kiss. Listen mister, I can see you eyeing her lips. Give in, big boy."
You share a hesitant look with Laura, who seems both amused and unsure. Her cheeks are flushed, but there's a spark in her eyes. "Well," she says, biting her lip, "if you're okay with it…"
You nod, leaning in to capture Laura's lips in a tender, exploratory kiss. It starts slow, your mouths moving together, the taste of her lips sweet and familiar. As the kiss deepens, Laura's hand comes up to rest on your shoulder, her fingers playing with the hair at the nape of your neck, sending shivers down your spine. Your own hand comes up to cup her cheek, your thumb brushing gently against her soft skin.
Jo watches with rapt attention, her eyes filled with both curiosity and delight. "Go on," she urges, her voice low. "Don't hold back."
Encouraged by Jo's words, you and Laura share a daring glance before giving in to your desires. The kiss grows more passionate, your tongues exploring each other, intertwining in a heated dance. Laura's arms encircle your neck, pulling you closer, while your hands roam her back, pressing her body against yours. You lose yourself in the intensity of the moment, feeling Laura's heartbeat against your chest and the warmth of her breath on your skin.
Jo's presence adds a thrilling edge to the experience, her gaze a reminder that you're not alone. Yet, instead of feeling self-conscious, you find yourselves fueled by her enthusiasm. Her eyes flick between you and Laura, taking in every detail and reveling in the intimacy that unfolds before her.
As the kiss finally breaks, you and Laura are left breathless, your faces flushed and your eyes shining with desire. Jo claps her hands, the excitement in her voice impossible to miss. "Wow, you two really know how to put on a show!" she exclaims, grinning from ear to ear.
Laura laughs, burying her face in your shoulder, equal parts embarrassed and exhilarated. "Jo, you're not going to let us live this down, are you?"
"Of course not," Jo replies, her voice full of affection. "But I'm genuinely happy for you both. Ok, now keep going, add some hands to the mix." Jo flashes two thumbs up at you both, and there’s a slight flush in her cheeks.
Laura scoffs playful at Jo. “Nice try. That’s all you’re getting, you perv.”
Jo laughs loud and high. “Ok, ok! Can’t blame a girl for trying. You two are just so HOT!”
You laugh along with Jo, feeling a sense of camaraderie between the three of you. "Alright, Jo," you say, gently nudging Laura, who's still leaning on your shoulder. "I think we've given you enough excitement for one day."
Laura lifts her head and grins at both of you. "Yeah, let's save some mystery for next time, shall we?"
Jo pretends to pout but can't keep the smile off her face. "Fine, I'll just have to use my imagination. Hey wait! You just said next time!" She grins, accompanied with more eyebrow pumps.
Laura rolls her eyes.
And with that, the heat fades, and the three of you settle back down to a comfortable conversation. The picnic carries on, with Jo occasionally slipping in teasing remarks that make Laura blush and you laugh.
Later, as the sun starts to dip lower in the sky, you pack up the picnic and say your goodbyes. Jo envelopes both of you in a hug, whispering dramatically in your ear, "You're a legend, buddy. Keep treating her right, okay?" You can only chuckle, promising her you will.
As you and Laura walk away, hand in hand, you take a moment to reflect on the day. Even in its ordinariness, it feels extraordinary. The shared laughter, the intimate confessions, the warmth of the sun and Laura's presence beside you - it's all perfect. You feel closer to her than ever, and in the simple act of waking up together, sharing a picnic, and now walking side by side as the sun begins to set, you find a sense of contentment and joy that you didn't know was possible.
"Hey," Laura says, tugging gently on your hand to pull you out of your reverie. "You good?"
You look at her, her eyes filled with warmth, her lips slightly turned up in a smile. "I'm good."
And as you continue walking, her hand in yours, you believe it.
