The Polycule Molecule - Sex Stories

The Polycule Molecule

... made me think of ballerinas, although she wasn't anywhere near as skinny as real ones were. She was actually pretty close to average build, too, if I'm being honest, but it worked for me. Of course, we'd never even flirted, and it's not like I spent any serious amount of time thinking about her in that light. It's just, if I was to get drunk and fool around with any woman I knew, she'd be at the top of the list. And at that particular moment, I was strongly considering taking up drinking.

"I'm so glad to see you're feeling better!" Gloria said, standing up and giving me a hug. I was suddenly intensely aware of the feeling of her hard nipples, probably because they were jabbing me in the face. I sputtered unintelligibly for a moment or two, until she released me and stepped back, smiling coquettishly. Just as I was managing to croak out some actual words, Mitch loomed in to give me a hug as well. His boner poked me in the belly, and it seemed to startle a flock of butterflies I hadn't realized were living in there.

"Good to have you back, Bee!" said Mitch, casually running his hand down my back and giving my ass a pinch, which left me flustered and unaccountably aroused. I couldn't bring myself to reprimand him, or even call attention to his inappropriate caress, so I decided to ignore it for the time being.

We exchanged a little more small talk and news, and I scrupulously avoided inquiring about their choice of clothes, or lack thereof. We settled into getting ...

... some work done, though, and my mind gradually stopped lingering on the peeks I was getting of their turgid bits, or the memory of them pressing into me. I even joined in with the dressing down a bit, since I was feeling almost feverish again with my embarrassment and arousal, and took off the heavy sweater that did what it could to conceal my endowments.

"So, what are you guys doing for lunch?" I asked several hours later. We'd share a meal together maybe once a week, often with some of the people in the other biolabs attached to our department. I was kind of looking forward to going out to a restaurant somewhere, having grown sick of the soup and crackers I'd been subsisting on while recovering. I was therefore a little disappointed at Gloria's reply.

"Oh, we were just planning to make out with what we have here," she said, giving me an inexplicable grin. I gave her a confused look in return, I'm sure, but shrugged and reached for my purse and sweater, intending to head out in search of a decent sandwich. Then she grabbed my tits and kissed me, making my head spin, possibly literally.

I didn't know then why I let it happen. Or more precisely, I suppose, I didn't know why I let it persist. But for some reason, the various ideas I came up with that told me it was inappropriate didn't gain any traction.

We're not lesbians, I thought.Eh, you might be, my brain replied.

We're coworkers, I reminded my head.Sounds convenient, it shrugged.

We're both dating someone ...