Tertia

Anna Tanaka and a common lawn chair have a striking similarity: they’re both so easily folded in half.

“Oh come on, I have been around for so many of your firsts,” Anna argued.

“That’s beside the point,” Sooin countered.

“First meeting, first date, first... other things.” Her stare was accusatory, and it switched between the two of you, waiting for a flinch.

“Again, I thought you were asleep.”

“It’s physics, Sooin. If the bottom bunk moves,” she moved her hand side-to-side, then moved the other above it, “the top bunk does too. Newton’s first law or something.”

You couldn’t help but stifle a laugh at the pained expression on Sooin’s face. You interrupted with a “I’m not sure that’s accurate,” which, of course, Anna took in stride.

“There was plenty of motion, that’s all I’m saying.”

“And it’s still beside the point,” Sooin insisted. “We’re not doing that.”

How it started isn’t terribly relevant, but it’s important if you want to understand how this all works. Sooin had actually levied the idea in passing, and that alone is a mistake when Anna is around. She was one of those friends who latches onto every idea and tries to turn it into an event. “So you’re saying you don’t want a threesome?”

“No, what I said was that if we did it, then it would be awkward with someone we don’t know,” Sooin continued to explain, this time with her fingers rubbing on her forehead. “I don’t want to fuck a stranger.”

“So, you do want a threesome?”

“No, I just said—”

“I mean, think about it,” Anna interrupted, as she made her way across the room to sit with you. “You don’t know any other girl willing to do it.” She leaned on you as she said it, and you realised you hadn’t been much help in the discussion.

“No, I know,” Sooin admitted, and it almost seemed like she wanted to convince herself it was a bad idea. “I just think it’s weird.”

“Why?”

“Well, it’s... you.” Sooin’s eyes glanced between the two of you, as if she was trying to say it without actually saying it.

“What about me?” Anna asked, pretending to be insulted. She rubbed her hand on your forearm - her fingers are light, soft, delicate - like feathers.

“Anna, I just don’t think... - Can you stop touching my boyfriend?” Sooin eventually snapped, and you couldn’t blame her, given the way Anna was looking at you.

“No,” Anna replied, a smirk taking hold of her face.

Sooin held a cold stare at her.

You had to admit, it felt good. Anna was a pretty girl, with an inviting smile and the type of body that always drew eyes. Your relationship with her had been platonic for years; she had grown up with Sooin, and they had been friends for as long as you could remember. Yet, there was always something there. It was intangible and vague. You never truly explored it, but you always felt like Anna had a soft spot for you. You, in turn, had a soft spot for her - which, you assumed, is why you were still sitting there quietly, watching the mental battle unfold.

“Okay, okay. Fine.” Anna removed her hand from your arm and her ass from the arm of your chair. She stood up and leaned back against the desk. “Sooin, you’re overthinking this. Just because we’re close doesn’t mean it can’t happen.” There was something sly about the way she said it. “I’m not going to start hitting on you every day, or anything weird like that. And,” her eyes met yours, “the same goes for you, too.”

“Can we stop talking about it?” Sooin asked as she fell back into your shared bed. “It’s not happening.”

Of course, it happened, otherwise that day would have faded to obscurity instead of being the start of something that is beyond simple description.

It’s the reason you were now watching Anna in a bathrobe, her hair wet from the shower, as she took a seat at the small dining table. Her robe opened just a crack to reveal the full curve of her breast as she sat down. You cleared your throat to signal her to adjust, and her lips curved to a playful smile. “What?”

“Your robe.”

She makes a slow blink, and when her eyes reopen, she’s looking down at her chest. “Oh, sorry,” she says, with a completely emotionless tone. She leaves it just as it is. “Is there any coffee left?

It’s not the first time Anna has done this to you. You stare at her, and her stare is locked right back at you. A quiet moment passes between you. You are thinking about what you could say, and you’re also thinking about how her skin looked under that damn robe.

“You know there is, you made sure they restocked it yesterday.” You glance briefly at the machine on the dresser, a stack of capsules next to it. “Are you asking me to make it for you?”

“I would never ask you to do that.” Her face doesn’t change, and you find it slightly unnerving. “I’m perfectly capable of doing things myself.”

Again, another silence, a stare down. You are actually enjoying this game far too much, and Anna is too. You sigh, “Fine.” You get up from the chair and move over to the coffee machine. “How do you want it?”

“I’m flexible.”

You know that all too well.

You hit the button for an americano, and then there’s a whir, followed by a quiet hiss. Anna is right behind you, and there’s that distinct click of her nails hitting the screen as she scrolls through reels on her phone. “So, you’ve been up a while?”

You turn back to face her. “Not too long. I assume I missed Sooin?”

“Mhm. Have you eaten?”

“No. I said I just woke -”

“Maybe we should go out for some breakfast. There’s a place just around the corner,” she says, still scrolling. Black liquid pours into the mug on the tray, slowly filling it up.

Anna can be thoughtful. It isn’t her usual character, but it happens often enough, especially when she wants something. It’s hard to tell if this is the case right now. “Sure.”

Her finger stops scrolling. “Really?”

You turn and approach the table, and you take the only other seat, directly across from her. You place the mug just between the two of you. “Sure. Why not?”

“I mean, are you sure?”

“Anna, it’s just breakfast. What’s with the twenty questions?”

“It’s just a bit weird to be going out with you, just the two of us.” She puts down her phone. “I just want to make sure you’re comfortable.”

“Anna, I can see your tits. I think breakfast together is fine.”

She chuckles to herself, and she reaches over for the cup. “Oh, I am so sorry. You should probably know I’m not wearing any panties either.”

“Do they do brunch?” you ask.

Folded in half is now basically a default state for Anna. There’s something about her body that just makes her so... malleable. There’s probably a better way to put that, a more poetic description of the sort of filthy positions you’ve found her in. But in your head, that’s what it always comes back to. Her body, folded in half, legs all the way up, knees to the sides of her head, her cunt spread open.

She just came all over your cock, and she’s a mess. There’s a glazed look in her eyes, and she’s panting like she ran a marathon. Her body is covered in a thin layer of sweat. “Give me a second,” she says, waving her hand in your general direction. “I need to... I need a minute.”