Tapestry Ch. 02

The two exchanged a look.

"You would be number six," Scott said finally. "We're not as wild as you'd think. It's just nice for us to have out there. The idea of taking a lover fuels our fantasies."

"The last one was . . . three years ago?" Mireya thought for a second. "Jillian."

The two smiled at the pleasant memory.

"So why now? Why me?"

Scott flashed his charming, crooked smile, which made Breana blush. "Because you're smokin' hawt."

"Because he knew that after one look, I would eat you alive." Mireya's eyes bored right into her. Breana had never been with a woman before, but if she was ever going to make love to one, Mireya was the kind who would have been at the top of her list. Once again, Breana's nipples crinkled up and the space between her leg became slick.

The three ate in silence for a few minutes as Breana processed everything the couple had told her.

"So have you ever taken a man as a lover?"

"We've been open to it, but haven't found one who was the right fit," Scott said. "Mostly, the guys who are interested just want to sleep with Mireya. They don't want to share."

"Do you both . . . um, swing both ways?"

"Not really," Scott shrugged. "Guys don't turn me on, but I'd to a threeway with Mireya if the right guy came along."

"And you like girls, too?"

"Not all girls," Mireya said, a sultry look in her eyes. "Just cute ones like you."

Breana struggled to resist the urge to jump across the table and stick her tongue down the other woman's throat.

Instead, she took a deep breath and reached for the sushi which had arrived just in the nick of time.

The rest of the meal passed and they called a cab. They took her back to her hotel where they dropped her off at the valet; all three got out after swapping phone numbers. Breana half expected them to take her back to their hotel, and she wouldn't have protested.

"We don't sleep with anyone on a first date," Scott laughed. "We don't want you to think we're easy. Besides, our lab results won't be ready until morning."

He gave her a warm hug. Mireya leaned in to say good night. Breana tiled her head back and closed her eyes, but instead Mireya turned and kissed her cheek.

"Call us in the morning," she whispered in her ear. "I hope you'll be in our bed tomorrow night."

With that, the couple got back in the cab and went back to their hotel.

Breana rushed back up to her room and breathed a sigh of relief that her friends were still out. She fell into the bed and masturbated to a torrid fantasy of her two lovers, until she finally fell asleep.

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She awoke the next morning in a cold sweat. Her friends had come in sometime around two-thirty, right after the bars closed. None of the other three girls were in any condition to be going out until about noon.

Breana blinked the sleep out of her eyes and went into the bathroom to shower and make herself up. She applied the body paint, dressed, put her lekku on and hung her lightsaber from her belt.

Digging her Yoda backpack out of her suitcase, Breana quietly opened the door and stepped into the hallway.

Once she was in the elevator, she dialed Scott's number.

"Hey, there," he answered. The hotel guests were slowly coming to life. She passed several Jedi and stormtroopers in the hallway and lobby.

"Hi," Breana took a deep breath. "Are you guys doing anything for breakfast?"

"We're about to head down to the restaurant downstairs. Would you like to join us?"

"There's an IHOP down the street; I was going to head over there."

"Come on over here," Scott coaxed. "Our treat."

That was the real source of Breana's apprehension. She was on a budget, after all, and hotel restaurants—especially the ones in the Peabody—weren't for people who were worried about money.

"Okay," she sighed. "I'm leaving my hotel now. I'll meet you down there in a few minutes."

When she got to the lobby of the Peabody, she didn't see either Scott or Mireya. Of course, she didn't know if she had woken them up, or if they were already out of bed. Taking a seat in the waiting area, Breana checked her email and perused the convention program to see if there were any panels she was interested in attending.

After a few minutes, she heard a familiar voice behind her. "Good morning!"

Mireya opened her arms and gave Breana a warm hug, the older woman's hands lingering on her waist. Scott followed suit. The hostess led the three to a table, and Breana found her fingers intertwined with Mireya's.

The pair was dressed in costume, Scott in his Boba Fett outfit, Mireya in the black uniform of an Imperial officer. Although it covered her pretty much from head to toe, it was tailored perfectly to her shapely body, and she was almost as hot in this costume as she was dressed in her Mandalorian armour. Unlike her Boba Fett costume, this one was compliant with the 501^st's costume reference library guidelines.

"I don't know that we can be seen associating with a Jedi. We're going to have to turn you to the Dark Side," Mireya whispered in Breana's ear mischievously, and the young woman didn't miss the double entendre.

They ate a leisurely breakfast, making small talk and planning out their day.

"We usually try to take in the panels that interest us on Friday," Scott said. "Saturday is probably going to be the busiest day, so we'll spend most of the day being Boba Fett and his slutty wife."

Mireya winked. "What have you got planned for today?"

Breana thought about mentioning the list of panels which interested her, but she stopped. "I was going to have dinner with you."

Scott and Mireya exchanged a knowing smile.

"We'll look forward that," Scott reached over and took Breana's hand.

Mireya couldn't help but add, "I hope there's dessert afterwards."

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The trio split up and headed their separate ways. Breana met up with one of her friends for the Hasbro panel.

"We're going over to the Wolfgang Puck restaurant over at Downtown Disney for dinner; do you want to come with?" Sandy asked as they waited for the presentation to start.

"No, thanks."

Her friend Sandy paused, then leaned over, her voice giddy. "You've met someone!"

Breana blushed.

"Who is he? He's not dressed up like a dork is he?"

"No, he's Boba Fett."

"One of the sorry-ass Halloween Boba Fetts, or one of the awesome, his-costume-cost-as-much-as-a-used-car Boba Fetts?"

Even under the blue body paint, Breana was sure she had turned a bright shade of red. "He's one of the 501^st Boba Fetts."

"Very nice," Sandy shot her friend a mock naughty look. "Are you going to sleep with him this trip?"

"I haven't even kissed him yet!"

"You didn't answer my question," the other girl giggled, then gave Breana a warm hug. "How long has it been?"

"Almost a year," Breana sighed. "Since Jason and I broke up. Don't worry that I'm going to fuck him just because he's the first one to come along."

"No, I know your taste in men; you'll fuck him because he's gorgeous!" The two girls laughed.

The lights dimmed, signaling the beginning of the panel. Breana made lots of mental notes about which new toys she was going to put on her wish list. The vintage-packaged Millennium Falcon easily made the top of her list.

After that panel, the girls wandered through the exhibition hall looking for a bite to eat. Sandy kept pointing at the Boba Fetts who were wandering around, "Is that him?" "What about him?" "He's not that fat one, is he?"

They ran into the other two girls and the foursome enjoyed a fun, if pricey, lunch together, splitting a couple of pizzas, a potato and what passed for chicken teriyaki. Breana was the only one who was dressed up, and once Sandy made it known that she was also the only one with a Celebration hook-up (so far), all three had lots of laughs at her expense. Not that she minded, of course; it was good to hang out with her friends from college again.

"Before you sleep with him, we want a chance to run him through the ringer!" Sandy told Breana. "Just like you guys did to Peter."

"Yeah, well, we kept you from marrying him, didn't we?" Dawna snorted. "Saved you a lot of grief, as I remember!"

The girls went their separate ways in the afternoon. As the day wore on, the butterflies in Breana's stomach became more and more restless.

Just after lunch, the lab called with her test results. She was given a clean bill of health, and asked that the full workup be emailed to her.

In the panels, she found her mind wandering between, I wonder how tonight will go to What the hell am I thinking? to everything in between.

Right about the time Breana thought about going back to her room to change, she ran into Mireya. The dark-haired woman was posing for pictures and waved as Breana walked by.

"Are we still on for dinner?" Mireya asked casually.

Breana fidgeted. "No. I can't do dinner."

"Why not?" There was concern in Mireya's voice. Concern and disappointment.

"I'll never make it through dinner," Breana took her hands. "I'm too . . . Can we just go back to your room?"

"Now?"

"Yes, now. If I think about it too much, I'll chicken out." Breana started shaking.

"I'll call Scott," Mireya reached for her phone.

"No, not yet," there was pleading in Breana's voice. "This first time . . . I just want you . . . I just want it to you and me."

She took a couple of deep breaths to get her heart rate down.

"I'm sorry," Breana whispered.

"Don't be sorry, sweetheart." Mireya reached out and wiped away the tears that were forming in Breana's eyes. "Let's go."

Arm in arm, the pair walked briskly out of the Convention Center, oblivious to the stares of those around them. The trip across the street, into the lobby and up the elevator seemed to take forever.

"Our test results came back," Mireya said softly, as if merely speaking would scare off the young girl. Still, this was a conversation they needed to have.

"Mine, too." Breana sighed. "Would you like to see them?"

"Are you clean?"

"Yes."

"So are we," Mireya smiled. "And we trust you. Are you on the pill?"

"No; IUD."

"Okay, good." The elevator opened on one of the upper floors of the Peabody. Breana's heart raced as she followed her soon-to-be lover's swaying hips. They stopped at the end of the hall.

Mireya paused before she put the key card in the door and looked Breana in the eyes. "Last chance to back out."

"Not gonna happen," Breana breathed, enraptured.

Impulsively, she reached out and pulled the taller woman to her. They met in a sloppy, passionate kiss. Breana closed her eyes and lost herself to the feel of Mireya's soft lips. The two women held each other for a long moment, their tongues intertwined.

It wasn't until the elevator down the hall dinged that they pulled away. Mireya opened the door as Breana tugged at her tunic.

They pushed their way into the room and were all over one another.

Breana pushed Mireya against the door as soon as it closed. They tugged and pulled at one another's clothes until both were undressed, leaving a path of costume parts into the separate bedroom.

Both women were surprised at the intensity of Breana's desireful kiss.

Blue body paint soon covered them both.

Taking her time, Breana explored Mireya's body with her hands and her mouth. They fell on the bed, their bodies pressed together. Mireya lay back and let the tentative, younger woman take her time.

A part of Breana felt she was having an out of body experience. It was very surreal. She had never really fantasised about being with a woman, and had certainly never kissed one as she was kissing Mireya.

Yet it felt so . . . so . . . right.

Mireya's skin was so soft. Her breasts supple. Unclasping Mireya's bra, Breana cupped her lover's breasts and pinched her nipples into hardened little points.

"Kiss them," Mireya whispered, and Breana was eager to oblige, alternating her attention between the wondrous globes on Mireya's chest. Her areolas were easily the size of sand dollars, and were a light shade of brown, unlike Breana's pink nipples. They hardened at the slightest touch and Breana suckled on her first sapphic lover hungrily.

The only time Mireya made any move was to finish undressing them both, and then the two naked women lay together, not speaking. The only sounds in the room were soft cries of pleasure and squeals of delight.

"I don't know what to do next," Breana said softly, as if she were afraid that admission would scare her new lover.

"It's okay, sweetie," Mireya smiled gently. "You don't have to do anything."

"But I—"

"Shhhhh." A kiss silenced the younger woman. "We're not going to do anything right now except hold each other. I promised Scott I wouldn't have you until all three of us were together . . . no, wait . . ."

Mireya rolled Breana on to her back. Her lips found Breana's and they kissed eagerly. Breana ran her hands over the other woman's body, never lingering on one spot, hungry to explore her fully.

"You need to be sure that this is something you really want, Breana."

"Call me Bree," she whispered.

"Okay, Bree . . . You need to really want this. I don't mean forever, or even past this weekend, but Scott and I really like you . . . and we want to have you, and we want you to have us." Mireya brushed Breana's curly hair out of her face. "We don't have a safe word or anything like that and we won't ever do anything to hurt you. But sometimes . . . sometimes we're going to fuck your brains out . . .and, um . . . we can get a little rough . . .but please understand that it's only because we want you so badly."

"I want that," Breana said as Mireya pulled back. The two women stared into one another's eyes for a long moment. "There's a part of me that thinks I've gone crazy . . . I've never done anything like this before . . . I know that's sounds cliché, but it's true."

"Then why are you here, Bree?"

Breana had no response. She had to think long and hard, and even then she couldn't find an answer that she could put into words.

Mireya must have sensed that Breana was close to the point of emotional overload, because she pulled away and sat up. Extending her hand, she pulled the young woman to her feet and led her to the bathroom.

The Baxters had booked one of the high-end rooms at the Peabody. There was a separate stand-up shower and whirlpool tub. Mireya started the shower and the two women slipped under the warm water.

The water running down the drain turned blue as they washed what was left of the body paint off of one another. Breana's hands lingered on Mireya's body. Goosebumps ran down her spine as Mireya explored her.

"Your breasts are amazing," Bree said, cupping them in her hands.

Mireya stuck her chest out, her nipples showing prominently. "And they're all mine."

"Even with a plastic surgeon husband?"

"Even with!" Mireya giggled. "Last year, I had them lifted, but they're the same size as I was in college; just the sag is gone. Not bad for thirty-eight, huh?"

"You're thirty-eight?" Breana's jaw dropped.

"I'll be thirty-nine in December."

"You don't look it," Bree made a mental not to check the other woman's drivers' license later. "You look like you're maybe thirty-two. How old is Scott?"

"He'll be forty next April; you must be his mid-life crisis," Mireya snickered.

"What?"

"It's an old joke we have; my mother told me that when a man turns forty, he gets one of three things: a sports car, an expensive hobby or a girlfriend." Mireya turned Bree around and began to wash her back. "Well, Scott has a BMW, a garage workshop where he makes Star Wars costumes and now it looks like he's getting a girlfriend. I guess that's the trifecta."

Breana blushed at the word "girlfriend." She couldn't believe that this couple was almost fifteen years older than she was. Both were fit and attractive; maybe it is true that Asians and Latinos age better than everyone else.

And didn't being someone's "girlfriend" imply more than a one-night stand? What was she getting herself in to?

Those thoughts were pushed out of her mind, as Mireya spun her around and pushed her against the wall of the shower. Breana felt her lover's breasts press against her back. The tile felt cool against her skin, even as the hot water washed over her.

Lips on the back of her neck, sent a shiver through her body. Bree smiled contentedly. Mireya kissed around to just behind her ear.

"I just hope you'll be my girlfriend, too."

"Kiss my neck again, and I'll be your anything." She felt like she was floating six feet above the ground.

"You like that?"

"I fucking love that. I'd rather be kissed right there than have my pussy eaten." Breana closed her eyes as Mireya's teeth raked the nape of her neck.

"You only say that because I haven't eaten you out yet." There was the promise of great things in Mireya's voice.

Breana managed to turn around and pulled the other woman to her. It was strange; in the embrace of a woman whom she had only known for a day, Breana felt safe and loved in a way she had never been before. Being naked with Mireya almost seemed natural.

Neither spoke as they washed each other's hair and caressed one another's bodies.

Their play was neither overtly sexual, but nor was it chaste.

When they were done, they stepped out of the steamy shower and dried off. Two plush bathrobes hung from the back of the door and the girls wrapped themselves up.

Mireya called housekeeping and asked that someone be sent up to change the sheets on the bed, which showed streaks of blue body paint. Then she called Scott and told him that they were staying in for dinner.

He arrived a little while later to see Breana sprawled out on the freshly-made bed, screaming in ecstasy, his wife's face buried in between their new lover's thighs.

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Breana opened her eyes and smiled dreamily. Mireya's dark hair came into focus first, then her big brown eyes. Scott looked over her shoulder. Their eyes blazed with lust.

And something more.

She could barely move, but she managed to throw her arms around Mireya's neck and pull her in for a deep, slow kiss.

Scott removed the remainder of his Boba Fett armour and carefully set it in its carrying case.

The two women kissed and held one another, Breana's body still twitching with pleasure.

They watched Scott undress, Breana admiring his fit body. Like his wife, Scott was in great shape. He had a few speckles of grey in his short black hair. Once his armour was put safely away, Scott unzipped his flight suit, wearing only a pair of boxer briefs underneath. He had strong, muscular arms and the legs of a distance runner.

She saw Mireya watching her husband, and knew that even though they may take a lover, they were still head over heels in love with each other.

"He's hot," Breana whispered.

"You have no idea!" Mireya winked in reply.

Scott approached the bed and Mireya pulled her husband to her. They kissed hungrily.

"You taste delicious," Scott turned to Breana. He devoured her with his eyes. "May I kiss you?"

Breana could only nod.

He reached out and cupped her face in his hands. He leaned in and she tilted her head back. Her eyes closed, she felt his lips brush hers briefly. Scott pulled back for just a moment, then made another pass.

She vaguely felt Mireya's body press against her. A second set of lips raked her skin, first on her neck, then just behind her ear.

Breana fell back on the bed, and the other two descended on top of her. They were a pile of hands and mouths and breasts and legs, all intertwined in a single mass of desire.

The women tugged at Scott's underwear and soon all three were naked.

"I thought you were going to wait for me." There was disappointment in his voice.