Chapter 2

Michelle was toweling herself off again, facing away from them. Keeping hold of Rachel’s hand, Rose slipped an arm around the woman’s belly while pushing a short puff of air through her lips into her ear. Michelle jerked, then turned to give Rose a kiss that rivaled the New Year’s kiss that Rose had shared with Rachel.

Rachel didn’t consider herself a prude, but seeing the woman she’d been making out with minutes earlier now lip-locked to this minor rock goddess was a shock. But Rose hadn’t even released her hand, and her… her girlfriend?… didn’t seem to give a fuck. In fact, Michelle turned to give Rachel a sly smile. She was inked over her whole torso, black line on her arms, green red and black thorns and a rose between the cups of her cage bra, and a red and blue butterfly on her left breast, exposed by the low bra.

She picked up a pair of glasses with a pinkish metal frame and slipped them on before turning to study Rachel. “Oh, you rolled a natural 20 this time,” she said.

Though her eyes were on Rachel, her words were clearly directed to the golden-haired woman.

“You don’t even know what that means, babe,” Rose objected, finally releasing Rachel’s hand.

“I don’t,” Michelle agreed, “but I know what people who do know what it means mean when they use it.” Slipping out of Rose’s encircling arm, she approached Rachel, holding out her hand. “Hey. I’m Michelle.”

“I figured that,” said Rachel, taking the hand automatically. Ten hours a day in a bank will do that to you. “When Rose said she knew you, I was skeptical. I didn’t realize she was your girlfriend.”

She saw Rose grin. Michelle did the same. “She’s not my girlfriend,” she said. “We share the same… outlook.”

“And the same women,” Rose clarified.

Michelle still hadn’t released Rachel’s hand. She tugged on it, pulling Rachel close to be heard clearly while lowering her voice. “And we’d both love to fuck you tonight.”

“She can be especially fun after a good gig,” Rose said. “Believe me. I’ve been there. And tonight’s was one of the best.”

“You think so?” asked Michelle. She still gripped Rachel’s hand, but had ceased paying attention to her, as if Rachel had already agreed to the direction the night was to take. And, fuck her, she was right. Rachel was seriously turned on by the prospect of playing groupie to this epitome of female rockers. And her equally hot… friend?

“Fuck, yeah,” Rose replied. “Did you see their faces? You’re gonna need to watch Jon. He’s going to get recruited by one of the big bands.”

“Yeah, and who’s he going to find to sing songs like that?” Michelle countered. “He gets me. I get him. He gets overlooked in articles about the three hot women, but we have his back, and he knows it.” Then she turned back to Rachel. “UberXL arriving in, umm, ten minutes. Okay with you?”

Rachel wasn’t sure if she wished she’d taken the little gold pill instead of wine. There would be no question about what she was up for then. But high or not, she wasn’t going to pass up an opportunity like this.

“Uhh, okay,” she said, not quite willing to admit how much she liked the idea. “Oh, yeah, by the way, my name’s Rachel.”

Michelle’s eyes widened. She’d apparently overlooked that she hadn’t even heard her target’s name. Rachel wasn’t sure if that was dismissive, or if she should feel flattered that Michelle had seen her and been too overcome with lust to be polite, but it didn’t matter.

“Uh, right,” Michelle said. “Good to meet you, Rachel.”

“She’s a friend of Mika’s,” Rose said.

“Well, shit,” said Michelle. “Guess that means we have to let her leave in one piece.” She gave Rachel a wicked grin, then turned back to Rose, finally dropping Rachel’s hand. “Remind me I need to talk to Mika about V day,, babe.”

The ride wasn’t quite a limo, but it was a step above the usual older model compact. The trunk had no difficulty accommodating Michelle’s gear, and all three women were only a little snug in the back seat. Rachel was in the center, of course, where both of the others could toy with her thighs and waist. Michelle’s fingers explored her hips with purpose. Rachel was fairly sure she was trying to decide if Rachel was wearing skimpy panties or a thong.

If she had dropped the pill earlier, she’d have been unable to resist making out with one of them by now. Which would it be? Rose had attracted her interest, with her nicely filled-out denim top, her tiny shorts and her suggestive smile. But Michelle had that unmistakable allure of the minor rock deity, dishevelled, damp hair, jacket tossed over an equally unsecured shirt, bright red cage straps tugging at Rachel’s gaze.

The oversized SUV pulled up at a small house. The driver popped the electric tailgate and started to leave the car, but Michelle was already collecting her guitar before his feet hit the street. Within moments, the three were inside the house. Michelle poured herself a large Angel’s Envy, leaving the bottle and two glasses out. She’d tossed her jacket and shirt over the back of a couch. Armed with her bourbon, she stalked out of the kitchen, muttering “Shower.”

Rose frowned after her. “I think she’s more tired than I realized,” she said. “She did pull two full sets and three encores, including one the band had never performed.”

“She looks like one of the walking dead,” Rachel agreed.

Rose pursed her lips, then shrugged. “What do you want to drink?” She held up the bourbon. “I have a good selection if this isn’t to your liking.”

“Looks good,” Rachel agreed, “but with ice?”

The kitchen was small, in keeping with the size of the house. Cramped for a full family maybe, but not bad for the two women. “You both live here?” Rachel asked.

“It’s mine,” Rose said. “Michelle has an apartment. What she doesn’t have is a California King.”

“I see that would be a problem if you like to share your, um, toys,” Rachel said. “Speaking as one of those toys.”

Rose laughed. “I like you, Ms. Rachel. Could I introduce you to my famous California King?”

“Lead on,” Rachel said, taking a sip of her bourbon. “Perhaps I’ll kneel before his majesty.”

Rose punched the air before leading Rachel to her bedroom.

Rachel took another sip of the bourbon before setting it on Rose’s nightstand. The golden-haired woman was between her and the enormous bed. She raised her right hand to Rachel’s face, then let her fingers glide down her neck and circle her left breast. “That New Year kiss was something,” she said. “Should we find out what it could become?”

Rachel grinned. “Why not?”

Moving toward Rachel, the woman splayed out her fingers, then closed them around her left breast. Their lips met. Rose’s lips parted against hers, while Rachel was distracted by finding the ends of the knot tied in the woman’s shirt. Returning her kiss, she pulled the knot open, then parted the shirt, her hands sliding up inside the loosened denim.

She struck gold, finding that Rose’s bra hooked in the front. Within seconds of beginning the kiss, Rachel’s hands had cupped Rose’s newly revealed high, angular breasts, and Rose groaned.

Rose’s fingers continued to explore Rachel’s breasts through the fabric of the dress. The bodice of the dress included support, so she hadn’t worn a bra, but that support was still soft and thin, offering no resistance to Rose’s fondling. Which was boosting the tingling in her clit. Rachel could feel it becoming swollen and sensitive as Rose’s thumbs slid against her rapidly hardening nipples.

That was the moment that the door opened and Michelle stepped in. Rachel drew back from the kiss at the sound, to find Michelle, in a skimpy not-quite see through nightshirt, one eyebrow raised, gazing at Rose’s freed breasts. “Mmm. That’s a nice sight to return to,” she said. Then she stepped up behind Rachel, grasping the zipper at her back and opening it all the way. Rachel’s dress floated to the floor.

Rachel expected Michelle to join in the activity. Instead, she moved to the far side of the bed and slid under the sheets. “I’m fading,” she announced.

“Umm,” said Rachel, giving Rose a worried look. “Should we, uh, not do this?”

She heard a chuckling sound from Michelle, but when she looked over, the woman’s eyes were half-closed.

“Are you disappointed if it’s only me?” Rose asked, eyebrows raised.

“No!” Rachel responded, sharply. “It was you who caught my eye at the party. It’s just… would she mind?”

Rose slipped her denim jacket down her arms and tossed it aside. She approached Rachel, pressing her chest to Rachel’s as she kissed her neck. Rachel shivered with renewed arousal. Then Rose licked her earlobe. “Will she mind if I fuck you? No,” she said. “Will she mind if she doesn’t? Yes. She would hate to lose that chance. Why don’t you plan to stay the night?”

“I could…” Rachel’s words failed. She tried again. “I could be persuaded. I have no plans for tomorrow. Uh, today.”

Rose unfastened the button of her denim shorts. “You were planning to kneel before the king,” she said.

Rachel glanced toward the woman on the bed, eyes closed, her slow breathing attesting to sleep. She turned to grin at Rose, then knelt before her, tugging her shorts down. She pushed the woman back until her butt was resting on the bed. “I was,” she agreed.

Rose’s pussy was smooth and hairless. It was also wet. Making out with Rachel had clearly made her seriously horny. Rachel didn’t bother to approach her gently. She parted her lips, then plunged her tongue into the woman. Rose’s breathing had already been heavy. Now she groaned as Rachel worked her tongue around.

Releasing the woman’s lips, Rachel moved her hands to Rose’s ass, squeezing her cheeks hard as she continued to lick. Then she lifted her head, letting her tongue travel upward, flat over her labia, then her clit. Drawing back, she moved her right hand to the woman’s pussy, pushing two fingers into her, then beginning to thrust. Each time she pushed her fingers in, she stroked the rough surface inside, then drew her hand back and pushed it up again.

Rachel brought her left hand forward too, squeezing her mons with finger and thumb. Rose wasn’t shy about the cries of passion she made, nor about grasping Rachel’s hair to pull her face back to her pussy.

With her mouth over Rose’s clit, she blew lightly on it, drawing an excited hiss from the woman, then extended her tongue and touched it, not moving her tongue, but pumping the fingers inside her harder.

“Oh, Christ,” groaned Rose. “Yeah, baby, right there. Right there!” Then, a moment later, “Suck me! God! I need your mouth on me!”

Rachel kept her tongue stationary against Rose’s clit for another minute, then drew her flat tongue over it, making the woman squirm against her face. Her finger was pistoning hard into Rose now.

Rose was on the cusp of losing control when Rachel stopped moving her hand, holding her fingers deep inside, pressing against the wall of the woman’s sex. She pressed her tongue hard against Rose’s clit, then scrubbed it against her, nodding her head as she licked.

“Oh, fuck!” Rose cried out. “Fuck! Baby, I’m gonna come!”

Rose’s climax hit her hard. Rachel could tell by the way her thighs jerked and she gripped the mattress to stay upright. She gushed over Rachel’s tongue, her sex clenched around Rachel’s fingers, belly twitching as she spasmed.

Rachel slowed only slightly, giving Rose the chance to descend, before thrusting again with her fingers. Barely had Rose’s climax waned than she cried out again. Moments later, the pulsing of another orgasm shook her body.

Rose’s hands were still in Rachel’s hair, but now she was caressing her scalp with her fingers. Eventually, she tugged Rachel’s hair to make her stand. Her eyes were bright. “Fuck, baby, that was great,” she murmured.

A Cali king might be the perfect size for a threesome actively fraternizing (sororizing, maybe?), but it isn’t great for its intended purpose of sleeping with three. Especially when the woman on either side of you is used to having half of the bed to explore in her sleep.

Rachel had woken when both women had moved to trap her between them. They’d both rolled further away now, but she was having trouble getting back to sleep. Rachel wouldn’t normally object to being the filling in a sandwich of hot women, but when both said women were as lively as anesthetized sloths, it was less of a thrill.