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Sylvia Farrell woke up slowly, her body completely rested, but her head hurting from all the drinks the night before, and her bladder absolutely demanding that she get up, at once.
Still, she lay there without moving, taking stock of her surroundings. This was a wonderful pillow she was on. Then she realized that it was Tracy's breast, her nipple just in front of her mouth. She blew a little air on the nipple, and was delighted to see it crinkle.
She looked up, and Tracy was still out. Sylvia was amazed that she had never known that Tracy loved her. She was even more amazed that she had never known that she loved Tracy. What had kept them apart all these years?
She was snuggled, body to body, with Tracy. They had been sharing an apartment for four years, ever since they had graduated from high school, and they had always had separate rooms -- mainly in hopes that each could snag the big fish, and have a private room to land him. The big fish had turned into a long string of losers that got away, and they had been there to cry with each other in the aftermath of each.
But never, in all that time, had they shared so much as a kiss. How could they have missed out on love so sweet? Sylvia wondered. Her face was pressed against a breast that was so soft, and so appealing, while her own breasts nestled around her lover's side, in an embrace as old as the human race.
Even as she treasured the moment, Sylvia knew that snuggling to the side of a big, strong man, who loved her as much as Tracy did, would be even better, but Tracy is here, she thought, and I may never find that man in a lifetime of looking.
She looked up again, and saw that Tracy's eyes were open. Sylvia slid up to her face. "Good morning, lover," she said, and kissed her, tenderly. Sylvia's eyes were closed, but she still leaked a tear at the kiss. Opening her eyes, she was amazed to see tears on Tracy's face, as well.
"Good morning, my love," said Tracy, softly, running her fingers through Sylvia's hair.
"Ready to get up?" Sylvia said.
"My bladder is; I could do this forever."
"I hear ya, babe." Sylvia kissed her again, then they both got up. Three feet to the side, two more naked bodies tangled on the sheets of the other bed. It had been too warm for blankets, last night.
As much as she needed to pee, Sylvia offered the toilet to Tracy, first, then danced around while Tracy peed. Then Sylvia took her turn, while Tracy started the shower.
They didn't make love in the shower, although they did a lot of kissing, and had lots of fun soaping each other up, and shampooing each other. It was so much more fun that just doing it for herself, Sylvia thought. "Why didn't we do this a long time ago?" she said.
"I'm an idiot, that's why," said Tracy. "I was afraid you would run away."
"Maybe I would have. I was pretty uptight, you know, focused on finding Mr Right."
"And now?" Tracy asked, and Sylvia could hear the nervousness in her voice.
"Now, love, I'm VERY happy," Sylvia said, and kissed her.
"What if Mr Right turns up anyway?" said Tracy.
"I can tell you've thought about this."
"Yeah, I guess I have."
"Well," said Sylvia, "tell me your thoughts."
"Not going to run away?"
"No, way!"
"Okay." Tracy's nipples went flat, anyway. "I don't want to lose you, no matter what--"
"Same here, babe."
Tracy's nipples made a partial reappearance. "Well, I'd actually like to keep looking, but what if I could have him, and have you, too?"
Now SYLVIA's nipples were flat. "You mean, keep our relationship a secret, and pretend we're just roommates around him?"
"No, no! I mean, DON'T keep our relationship a secret. I'm still looking for a man, but he has to be okay with my loving you, too."
Something was chasing itself around in Sylvia's imagination just then, and she couldn't QUITE pin it down. "Hang on," she said, and stepped back to rinse out the conditioner, trying to think as she did.
If Tracy found a man, and he became her lover, wouldn't that make Sylvia the classic "third wheel?" That thought was still chasing around, but she felt it was important. What would Tracy's new lover want to do, once he found out about Sylvia -- assuming he didn't run away, screaming? He'd want to do Sylvia, too, of course. But that would be . . .
Sylvia paused, her hands motionless, while the possibilities raced through her head. "Why not?" she said aloud, then continued rinsing.
"Why not what?" said Tracy, once Sylvia was out from under the water.
"If you catch Mr Right, why not share him with me? And if I catch him, I'll share him with you."
Tracy blinked at her, as she shut off the water. "You mean, like, we're a package deal?"
"Two for the price of one!" Sylvia laughed.
They wrapped their hair and toweled each other's bodies, then stood side by side in front of the mirrors, brushing. "I've never really thought about more than a traditional marriage," said Tracy, slowly. "I guess I've always thought of settling down and having kids, but just with me and him, with him not minding if I see you on the side."
"But what if I'm sharing the bed with both of you, making love to you both?"
"I just, I don't know, Sylvia. All I can say is, it sounds really interesting."
"I don't know either, Tracy, and for the same reason. It's just, well," Sylvia put down her brush, and went to Tracy, and snuggled her body against Tracy's. "I woke up this morning, snuggled to you, and I realized I didn't want to give that up. My best friend has become my lover, and the best part of all, is that she is STILL my best friend. I want to wake up like this forever.
"So, how do we do that, and still have children, and a man in our life, assuming we can find this mythical 'real man'?" Sylvia went back to her brushing.
"I don't know, Sylvie, but you are right about how that felt, and I wouldn't want to give that up, either. Let's keep thinking about it."
"Maybe there's a way to have our cake and eat it, too?"
"Maybe, Sylvie, maybe."
By the time they finished brushing, Sandy and Karen were finishing up in the shower, having just as much fun as Tracy and Sylvia had been having.
"Hey, can we interrupt you for a minute?" said Tracy, as they shut off the water.
"Go ahead," said Karen.
"What's the plan for this morning? Is the restaurant open for breakfast?"
"It is, but room service will bring breakfast up here, for the same price. I thought you might like to eat breakfast in lingerie, rather than dressing for the restaurant again. Also, have you looked outside?"
It was pouring rain, and would be, apparently, all day. They ordered breakfast, and got into fairly revealing but not outrageous lingerie, and waited to shock the waiter. Sylvia's was probably the most outrageous, as she didn't have panties on. They had all offered to lend her lingerie, but she wasn't ready to do that, yet. She still had on the green babydoll that matched her eyes. While they were waiting, Tracy told the others about Sylvia's idea to share a man.
"Honey, you'll NEVER find a man that open," said Karen, "NEVER. The most you'll find is that he'll get off on seeing you kissing, so he can fuck you both. I think most men would like that. It's still you two being his women, though, not you two being lovers in your own right."
Tracy was downcast. "I suppose you're right," she said, "but I was starting to think I'd like to try it."
Sylvia was even more dejected, but "I'm not giving up on the idea," she said. "Maybe it isn't possible. Maybe I was dreaming. Still, Tracy, let's not give up."
Sandy reached out and took Sylvia's hand, drawing her in for a kiss. Then she said, "don't give up, Sylvia. I don't think I agree with Karen. I think you just have to ask in the right way."
There was a knock at the door, and the food had arrived. It was a man-woman team, and they weren't shocked, although both widened their eyes at the outfits. They were both students at the university, he in Engineering, and she in English Literature. Both were flashing glances around at the outfits, and they could see the man had an erection. Their eyes kept returning to Sandy's chest, and Sandy realized that Sylvia's hand was still caressing one of her breasts.
Sandy decided she'd test the waters. "I'm sorry if the way we dress has offended you; I don't suppose you serve too many women in lingerie." As she said this, she placed her hand over Sylvia's, caressing her own breast with Sylvia's hand.
They both swallowed, staring at the hand, before looking up at her face with a start, and saying, blushing, no, they didn't mind. Sandy just smiled, and held out both hands to them. Sylvia kept her hand where it had been, still caressing. They each took one of her hands, and she drew them in close.
"My friends and I were just wondering something," she said, "and I'd like to know if something would freak you out. So, if you don't mind my asking you a personal question, you can help us resolve something. Would you mind?"
Slowly, they both shook their heads. This close, Sandy noticed the sloping muscles of the man's shoulders, and let the sight distract her a moment, before saying, "This is just a hypothetical question. As I said, we want to know what your reaction to something would be. As you can see, we are lovers. If you knew that two women were not only lovers, but that they planned to stay lovers for life, sleeping together forever, would you be interested in joining them as lover to both, possibly for a night, but possibly also forever, and raising children together?" Then she turned to the woman, and said, "obviously for you, dear, it would imply that a man was going to be part of the relationship at some point, as well."
The guy just blinked at her, and Sandy gently placed his hand on her left breast and gave it a squeeze, while she placed the woman's hand on Sylvia's hand, still caressing her right breast. They both blushed, and the woman shifted her hips slightly, before joining Sylvia's hand in caressing the breast.
The man hadn't started squeezing or caressing the breast yet. His mouth was hanging open a little bit, as he absorbed what she was saying. Then he closed it, looked at the breast, and began to caress it. Then he did something strange. He leaned over, to the part of Sandy's breast that was exposed, and inhaled. Then he stood back up, smiling, and said, "you smell good."
The other woman was looking at him, open-mouthed, and he leaned over and inhaled next to her cheek, then kissed her cheek, before standing back up and saying, "you smell good, too, Cherry." Cherry blushed.
He looked back at Sandy, and said, "you feel GREAT, by the way."
"Bart, are you gonna answer her question?" said Cherry. "Would it freak you out?"
"Oh, that. I just so distracted by the breast and everything else, Cherry, that I lost my train of thought. Let's see. Would I be freaked out?" He looked up at Sandy and Sylvia. "No, I wouldn't be freaked out. Why should I be?" All FIVE of the women in the room blinked at that.
"From what you're saying, it's just a theoretical question, right?"
Sandy nodded slowly, smiling.
"Well, from what you are saying, in that hypothetical situation, I would have the chance to make love to not just one, but TWO beautiful women, not just for one night, but for the rest of my life. Is that right?"
Sandy nodded again, but she was grinning now.
"And the only DRAWBACK, is that they love each other, too? Are you KIDDING me?" he said, "Where do I sign up?"
Cherry was so shocked, she took her hand of the breast and turned to him. "That really wouldn't bother you?" she demanded.
Bart took her face in both hands, and kissed her full on the mouth. They could all tell, by the way she flapped her arms around, eyes wide in shock, that he hadn't done that before. They could tell he was really putting his heart into it, too. After a few seconds, she grabbed his jacket lapels, and pulled him in, kissing him back just as excitedly.
They broke apart a few seconds later, and she was looking up into his face, with intense eyes, as if she wanted to eat him up.
"How about you, Cherry," said Sandy. "What do you think of a hypothetical situation like that?"
Cherry started, as if she had forgotten the rest of us were there. Then she looked down and up Sandy's body, and then over at Bart's face, and said, "I guess it depends on the man and the woman, but if it were the right man and the right woman? Hell, YES, I'd be okay with it."
Then she looked back at Sandy, who had moved even closer, and kissed her full and passionately on the mouth. Sandy returned it, full measure.
Sylvia came around Sandy's other side, and Bart reached out for her, and drew her in, and kissed her, passionately, too. Sylvia wasn't sure what to make of him just pulling her in like that, but found herself not caring, as he was a really good kisser. As she melted to him, feeling his arms around her and his hard-on through his trousers against her vulva under the babydoll, she felt a hand on her bare ass, and turned to see Tracy, her other hand on Bart's ass.
"Hi," she said to Bart, softly. "I'm Tracy, and Sylvia's my lover." She deeply kissed Sylvia, who was still pressed against Bart's erection.
Sylvia moaned as she felt his erection growing, watching her kiss Tracy. Then Tracy broke off from kissing Sylvia, and Bart pulled her into a kiss. Tracy wasn't shy at all about returning it. Sylvia glanced to her right, to see how Cherry was doing, and she was already getting her clothes off. Sandy was sucking on a nipple, as Cherry laid her head back, and held Sandy to her breast. Sandy was working Cherry's waitress skirt off.
Well, if Sandy can do it, Sylvia thought, and stepped away from the erection that had to be hurting, inside there, and undid Bart's pants, and dropped them down, along with his boxers. His erection just about hit her in the face. She gave it a quick smell, as Tracy had told her about, and it smelled clean and healthy. She put her mouth around it for a quick lubrication suck, and heard a groan above her. As she stood, she saw that his hands were all over Tracy's breasts, although his body was still turned toward Sylvia.
Sylvia was in brain off mode, again, and just couldn't stop herself. Her pussy wanted just that thing she was seeing in front of her. As much as she loved Tracy, and always would, there was something about that magic baby pole that no substitute would suffice. He had his jacket off, and his shirt unbuttoned, but she managed to catch both sides of his shirt, and pulled, walking back to the bed.
Tracy just came with him, still lip-locked, still with his hands all over her -- one on her pussy, Sylvia noted. Good. She lay back on the bed, her legs going around him, and kept pulling on his shirt. As she laid back, Bart came down on top of her, and Tracy fell back away from him, so the farthest part he could reach to kiss was her belly.
He started thrusting along Sylvia's labia, as she got wetter and wetter, kissing Sylvia, while he was stroking Tracy's vulva. He was also pushing Tracy farther along the bed as he was stroking her, so pretty soon, her hips were up beside Sylvia's head. When they were, he moved over from kissing Sylvia to eating Tracy. Judging by the sounds Tracy was making, he was doing a damn good job of it, too.
About the time he started eating Tracy, he popped into Sylvia, and started thrusting all the way in. Sylvia gasped. He wasn't any monster, but he was quite a bit larger than average. She had thought she had only had one guy who was bigger, back when she was still in high school.
For several minutes, he ate Tracy while thrusting into Sylvia, but then seemed to get tired of twisting his body about, and stood up, putting both hands on Sylvia's hips, as he began to thrust hard.
Tracy made a little whimpering sound, and got herself up and turned around and over Sylvia's face. Sylvia happily began to suck on her lover's labia, and Bart began kissing Tracy and fondling her breasts, as he was thrusting into Sylvia. Tracy had one hand around Bart's head, and her other hand on Sylvia's clit.
Sylvia had never had someone stroking her clit WHILE she was getting fucked, before, and the two signals coming at the same time, along with the hard thrusting from a large penis, drove her to an orgasm faster than she had EVER gone, including the night before. She was happily eating out Tracy, but soon could not even do that, as her own tidal wave carried her away, shrieking, into fireworks and oblivion.
Bart wasn't ready to come yet, though, so he just kept on thrusting into Sylvia, kissing Tracy, while Sylvia came back to herself, and then realized, with a little fear, that he was still pounding into her, and then she started coming again, but this time, she was REALLY out of control. Her spasms clamping down on his penis finally got to Bart, and she felt him unload in her, making her orgasm even larger. Tracy was coming hard, too, judging by all the cum Sylvia was eating out of her.
Sylvia, finally, flopped back, exhausted, as a shrunken Bart popped out. "God, I needed that," said Sylvia, as Tracy rolled off of her, collapsing beside her.
She looked to the side, to see how Sandy and Cherry were getting on, and saw that Cherry wasn't there, but Sandy and Karen were getting into a sixty-nine.
Just as she wondered where Cherry had gotten to, a mouth came down on her vulva, and she felt someone eating the cum out of her snatch. "Oh, god, that's wonderful," groaned Sylvia, before looking down to see who it was. It was a naked Cherry, bent over, her breasts swinging back and forth, as she enthusiastically ate Bart's cum from Sylvia's vagina.
Behind, Cherry, though, Bart was erect again, and he stepped up behind her, and came up against her. Cherry's eyes kind of glazed, and she pushed back with a groan, and he pushed into her.
"Oh, my GOD, Bart," she moaned, "I've wanted you to do that for SO long! Oh, please, PLEASE, fuck me NOW!"
She put her mouth back down on Sylvia, and Sylvia pulled a pillow under her own head, so she could watch. Tracy's head was on Sylvia's thigh, so she had a PERFECT view. Cherry was doing such a great job of eating Sylvia, that Sylvia was going to come again fairly soon just from that, but the sight behind Cherry, of Bart's six-pack flexing as he thrust into Cherry from behind, was one of the sexiest things Sylvia had ever seen.
Bart was pounding into Cherry fairly hard, so she couldn't actually keep her face down in Sylvia's snatch, but had to put her hands out for support. Sylvia braced her arms, to keep her from getting pushed right across the bed, and Cherry looked at her with wild, almost insane eyes, her back arched, as she was almost going crazy from what Bart was doing to her.
Sylvia and Tracy could see EXACTLY what Bart was doing to her. The way Cherry was standing, and the way she arched her back, meant that they could actually SEE Bart thrusting into her, and could see his balls smacking into her clit. They could see Cherry's labia being pulled back, wet, every time Bart pulled back, and she could see them disappear inside her with every thrust, until his balls thumped against her clit. Every time they did that, Cherry's expression got a little wilder, until she was falling forward onto Sylvia, making gagging sounds as she came. Bart didn't stop, and Cherry's expression began to transform into something almost frantic, as she felt him continue to thrust into her. Then her eyes bulged out, as he stopped thrusting and groaned, holding himself in her, and she continued to come until he was done.
Finally, Bart was done, and pulled his limp dick out of a totally limp Cherry, who collapsed onto Sylvia. Sylvia held her, and kissed her tenderly. Cherry put her face down on Sylvia's breast. Tracy kissed Cherry's thigh, and gently caressed her ass.
Bart watched Karen and Sandy's sixty nine for a couple of minutes, smiling, then gave a start, and looked at his watch. "Oh, my gosh, Cherry! We've been here almost an hour!"
Cherry wasn't really able to move much, yet, but Sylvia and Tracy, between the two of them, managed to get her up, and moving. Before he put his pants back on, Tracy bent over to suck Bart's limp penis into her mouth for a moment, then kissed him thoroughly. "I missed out on a chance to try him," she said, "or to eat a Cherry, and I really want to do both. What time do you two get off today?"
"Uh, three o'clock," said Cherry, but she looked a little uncertain.
"Any chance the two of you can come back?" said Sylvia. "I think we'd all love for you both to join us, this evening."
They looked at each other, and smiled.
"Sure," said Bart. "We'll see you a bit after three."
Then he kissed everyone, including Karen and Sandy, who were beginning to surface, and Cherry one more time, before they left.
As the door closed behind them, Tracy said, "Well, Sandy, did you get your question answered?"
All four of them were laughing hysterically at that, until Karen said, "Damn!"
"What?" said Tracy.
"I'm hungry, and our breakfast is cold!"
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