Open Hearts

Bella's packing the last of her bags when she turns to Mocha and gives her the green light: while she's gone on this year-long trip, Mocha can fuck other women if the bed feels too empty. Mocha doesn't love the idea, but she says she'll try if the nights drag on. Fast-forward twelve months. Bella's back, and the texts tell the truth. Mocha took her up on the offer. The thought stings a little. Bella can't help wondering if she's been replaced, big tits or not. But the second Mocha grabs her at the door and kisses her like no time has passed, every fear feels stupid. When they finally say the name—Ember—there’s a pause, a little heat under the words, yet Mocha swears Bella’s spot is safe. She even wants the three of them together, a throuple. Bella isn’t sold, but she’ll meet the woman who made Mocha’s toes curl while she was gone. A few hours later Ember walks in—short, stacked, brunette with those soft, heavy naturals that move when she laughs. Conversation starts stiff, then warms fast. Bella watches the way Ember’s fingers skim Mocha’s thigh under the table and feels a tight pull low in her belly. When they’re alone, Bella spills her worry: What if Ember wants Mocha all to herself? Ember leans in close, cups Bella’s cheek, and promises the only plan is sharing. Reassured, Bella lets her mouth find Ember’s, tasting the woman Mocha already loves, and suddenly the idea of three bodies tangled doesn’t sound so crazy after all.