Chapter 3

On the other hand, waking up with the same two hot women was an event to anticipate eagerly. Rachel rarely woke with a partner. Once the recreation was done, it was time to get a ride home, for whichever partner formed the visiting team. Now she was hoping to share a morning romp with not one but two fascinating women. Which probably required her to return to sleep between now and then.

The room was darker than her own. Further from the city center, not surrounded by other apartments, fewer street lights and probably better curtains. But there was enough light to see the shape of Michelle’s breasts rising and falling, and the skin of Rose’s neck reflecting the small glow of the window. She rolled gingerly onto her left side, toward Rose, who was facing away from her, to avoid waking either woman.

Apparently Rose wasn’t as asleep as Rachel had assumed. A few seconds after moving, a fingertip landed on her thigh, drawing circles, the designs moving higher up her leg.

Rose shuffled backward until Rachel’s breasts were cushioned against her. Rachel could see her head turn partway toward her.

“Are you awake?” Rose whispered.

“Yeah,” Rachel confirmed.

The finger that grazed her skin detoured toward her inner thigh, then higher, under the loaner tee shirt Rachel was using as sleepwear. She felt the tingle in her pussy as moisture began to gather, before Rose’s finger started spreading the wetness around. She moved her right leg back a little, giving Rose easier access.

Rachel found herself responding to the touch more strongly than she’d have expected. Her thighs moved involuntarily, squirming against Rose’s butt. She leaned forward to kiss Rose’s neck, and when the woman turned her face partway toward her, she tried to meet her lips with her own. With the lack of light, the first attempt was a miss, but both women corrected, and the kiss grew intense.

She could taste traces of herself on Rose’s lips. Rose had returned the oral favor enthusiastically, along with several other intimate activities until they’d both had to sleep. That couldn’t have been much more than an hour ago. Rachel still felt the remnants of her afterglow, which Rose’s finger was coaxing into a new flame.

Rose released her, rolling onto her back, then sitting up. A moment later, she was tugging her sleep shirt over her head. Rachel gulped as her pointed breasts quivered. Rose shook out her hair, which was dark in the low light, faint reflections showing her pale skin. Then she was lifting Rachel’s shirt. A moment later, she was pushing now-naked Rachel onto her back, then pressing fingers into her. Her body was angled against Rachel’s, her breasts squeezed against Rachel’s, while her wrist was free to move.

“Oh, fuck, that feels good,” groaned Rachel.

“Shh,” whispered the other woman. “Don’t wake her up.”

“If my cries didn’t wake her up earlier, I think we’re safe,” Rachel retorted, voice low.

“Then she’d dropped with exhaustion,” Rose argued. “Now she might be recovering, but she still needs to sleep.”

Rachel nodded and tried to be quiet, but Rose’s thrusting soon had the mattress bouncing. It didn’t seem to matter, even the movement of the mattress didn’t disturb the singer’s sleep. Rachel stiffened when she came, but managed to hide her moan in their kiss.

She drifted off to sleep easily after that. Perhaps it was more accurate to say that she couldn’t even attempt to stay awake after that. Rose still had an arm over her belly when she felt consciousness leaving her.

A melodic voice woke Rachel. “Hey, do you eat mushrooms?”

The words made so little sense that Rachel was convinced it was part of a dream. She closed her eyes. That was a sexy voice. Maybe if she answered it, its owner would drag her back into the dream.

“In college,” she mumbled. “Once. Never again.”

The beautiful voice let out a low laugh. Rachel smiled. It had worked. “Not those mushrooms,” the voice continued. “I’m doordashing breakfast.”

“What?” Rachel croaked. She managed to open her eyes. A woman with long, pale blonde hair was sitting in bed beside her. Which meant that Rachel must be in bed with her. That realization drove her eyes wider open. She was naked, and the bedsheets were around her belly.

She still hadn’t fully understood the question, but she knew its answer. “Yeah?” she said. “Mushrooms are fine.”

If she was in bed with this blonde on her right, what was the weight pressed against her left side? The very warm weight that was sprawled over her arm, which seemed to have gone to sleep. Rachel tried to move it, but she was trapped. She turned her head to see another woman, another very naked woman lying face down. Rachel’s arm was trapped beneath her… oh.

Michelle – she recalled the speaker’s name – finished pushing buttons on her phone, then tossed the device to the side table. “Looks like you two had a fine time without me,” she said. “You’re literally tangled up in each other.” God, she had a lovely voice

“I didn’t want our guest to get bored and leave,” said the mattress.

After the muffled words had been spoken, the naked woman on Rachel’s left stirred and rolled back, her firm breasts lifting from where they’d been squashed against Rachel’s arm. They looked less pointy without erect nipples.

Rachel moved her hand to her side, but then the numbness turned into burning as sensation returned. “Oh, fuck,” she said.

“What’s up?” asked Rose, now twisting to sit upright.

“Pins and needles,” Rachel said. “It will pass, but fuck. You squeezed the life out of my arm.”

“That’s what you get for feeling me up in your sleep,” Rose retorted.

Michelle chuckled. “You sound like you had a night. Wish I could have been there. I didn’t realize how out of it I was.”

“We wish you could have been too,” said Rose, “but Rachel agreed to stick around. You ordered breakfast?”

“Yeah,” said Michelle. “I’m sure we each have time to take a shower before it arrives.”

Rose slipped out of bed. She collected her nightshirt from the floor, then strode naked to the bathroom. “I’ll be out soon.”

Rachel realized that her borrowed tee shirt lay on Michelle’s side of the bed, above the shape formed by Michelle’s feet under the sheets. She leaned forward, collected it with some embarrassment, then shrugged into it.

“So, you, uhm, ordered breakfast for me, too?” Rachel asked.

“Yeah, of course,” said Michelle. “There’s a place that does crepes. I usually get them when I stay over.”

“Rose said you have your own apartment,” Rachel said. “You don’t live with her, but it seems she’s your girlfriend, even though you say she isn’t.”

Michelle let out a brief laugh. “Not exactly,” she said. “But there probably isn’t a better word. Non-exclusive girlfriends, maybe?” She gave Rachel a calculating look. “You’re thinking I should be jealous that my girlfriend was fucking you all night.”

“Umm, well, no,” Rachel said. Where had the self-confidence and ability to express herself at work vanished to? “Except, yeah, maybe.”

“Do you think she’s gonna dump me for you?” Michelle asked. Her tone was curious, not challenging.

“God, no,” Rachel said. “I mean, I wouldn’t want that. I mean, I don’t do relationships. I don’t get involved. But if she finds someone who does?”

“She’ll add them to her collection,” Michelle said. “Or she won’t. Either way, it doesn’t concern me. That’s what non-exclusive means.”

Rose emerged from the bathroom, her hair wrapped in a towel. She wore her sleep shirt, but it stuck to her body as if she hadn’t dried off sufficiently.

Michelle suggested Rachel take her turn, so she did, Rose providing toiletries and a new toothbrush.

When she returned from her shower, dressed in the tee Rose provided her to sleep in, the bed was empty. A moment’s exploration discovered both women in the kitchen. They had poured a third cup of coffee. Rachel added milk and sugar. Then Michelle left to take her turn in the shower.

The food arrived while Michelle was showering, but she returned in short order, and they began to eat. Rachel made a note of the name of the breakfast restaurant, for future options.

“Does a gig always take so much out of you?” Rachel asked.

Michelle was wearing her metal-framed glasses. With her hair clean and combed, and her tattoos covered by her nightshirt, she looked like a sexy librarian or elementary teacher.

“God, no,” Michelle replied. “We’ve only been back in town for two days, so I haven’t had chance to recover, then a double set and playing until past midnight… I didn’t expect to crash so hard, but at best, Rose was optimistic.” She grinned. “Or maybe she knew exactly what she was doing.”

“A lady never tells,” Rose said.

“If there’s a lady at this table, it’s Rachel,” retorted Michelle, “’cause it ain’t you or me. So what did you think to the show?” She directed the question to Rachel.

“Best I’ve seen,” Rachel replied, honestly. “And I’ve seen you a few times now, including last New Year’s Eve.”

“What about the last song? It’s a new direction, it would be good to get a fan’s perspective.”

“More of, please,” said Rachel. “It was intense. And your voice was perfect. Are you deliberately channeling Maria?”

Michelle’s eyebrows rose. “Maria? Brink? So you’re an ITM fan?”

“Isn’t everyone?” Rachel responded. “But songs like ‘Out of Hell,’ or their version of ‘Into Dust,’ no one could sing those like Maria. Except I think you could. The last song reminded me of ‘Out of Hell,’ except for the guitar, which made it even more devastating. Hell of a way to start a new year.”

Michelle laughed. “Start the year with a downer, and things can only go up, right?”

“Speaking of things going up…” said Rose, with a smirk at Michelle.

Michelle stood, then collected the plates, while Rose picked up the trash.

“Rachel?” Michelle began. “If you don’t want to stay, no one’s going to hold last night’s drunken promises against you.”

“I wasn’t drunk, or high,” Rachel stated. “If you’re not kicking me out, I’m ready to see what the new year has in store.”

“Good answer,” said Michelle, stepping close. She tucked a finger into Rachel’s borrowed tee shirt, using it to draw her close for a kiss.

No sooner did Rachel taste Michelle’s lips than hands wrapped around her from behind, below her breasts. Michelle ended the kiss, leaning down to grab Rachel’s legs, and the two women carried her, laughing, into the bedroom, then tossed her onto the bed.

“Nice teamwork,” Rachel commented. “You’ve done that before.”

Standing beside the bed, Michelle grinned down at her. “It’s possible,” she said.

Rose hopped up onto the bed. She parted Rachel’s legs, squatted between them, then began to caress her inner thighs. Her touch was arousing, light enough to feel like a kiss against her skin.

Meanwhile, Michelle had moved onto the bed, sitting to Rachel’s left. She extended a finger to draw circles on the cotton covering Rachel’s left breast, avoiding but close to her nipple. Rachel’s breath caught as a thrill of excitement traveled down her body.

With her free hand, Michelle hooked her finger into the neck of Rose’s shirt, just as she’d done with Rachel. She drew Rose close, and the women kissed enthusiastically. Michelle’s fingers closed on the nipple they’d been circling, twisting it slowly.

Breaking the kiss eventually, Michelle lay down beside Rachel and transferred the energy she’d invested in Rose’s lips to hers. Her hand wandered the front of Rachel’s tee shirt, while her tongue explored Rachel’s, and Rose’s fingers drifted higher, until they brushed Rachel’s labia.

“Ooh, babe. She’s wet,” said Rose.

Michelle didn’t interrupt her onslaught, and Rachel wrapped her arm around her to keep her in place. Rachel felt her tee shirt being pushed up to her belly. Then Rose’s weight settled onto her thighs before moving higher. The woman’s pussy met Rachel’s, then her hands gripped her waist as she began to pleasure Rachel by pleasuring herself against her.

Rachel’s hips began to rock, the response automatic, her attention on Michelle. She moved her hands down to the hem of the woman’s shirt, then up to her breasts, finding them firm and full. Her nipples were wide and firm to her touch. Michelle groaned into the kiss, boosting Rachel’s arousal further.

She continued to rock against Rose’s sex while she fondled Michelle’s breasts. The golden-haired woman was keeping her movements light, though the sliding contact was stoking Rachel’s libido. But with the intense kiss, the breast play and Rose’s pussy dragging against hers, she started to feel like a passive actor in her own seduction. She needed to take part.