Rachel was enjoying her wine. It made a pleasant change. She usually avoided alcohol, preferring the small golden pill that she had in her back pocket, sealed in a tiny paper envelope. It was a bad idea to mix the pill and booze, so she usually stayed with soft drinks and water.
Tonight she was adapting. The pill had remained in her pocket. The primary reason was most likely pointless, but a secondary one was that she did want to appreciate the band. Her colleague Lauren had given her a ticket to the party. She'd been invited - well, her girlfriend had. Mika wasn't a fan, even though she'd taken a locally acclaimed photo of the guitarist, mid-flight. She'd probably have attended out of politeness, but neither woman was in the country over the weekend. They were in Tokyo, where, according to news that broke in the office less than a week ago, the two had become fiancées.
Rachel was hoping that Lauren had given her other ticket to her friend Mandy. She was looking around for her.
The night Rachel had spent with Mandy had been magic. Almost literally so. She'd never felt a resonance with a one-night partner before. Certainly nothing like that. She needed to know whether the connection was just a side-effect of the E, and an otherwise good night, or if there had been something more. But Mandy had been actively avoiding her since that night. She wanted to change that, and she wanted to be in full control of her faculties.
Hence the envelope staying in her pocket. Hence being free to have a glass of wine or two. Hence the deep blue satin strapless dress, and the side-swept style, hair cascading down over her left shoulder, held in place with a mixed metal butterfly pin.
If Mandy was here, she'd find her and work her charms on her. She didn't need E for that. Charming people was in her job description. She was executive assistant to a Senior Vice President at the bank, and spent much of the day calming either Ms. Mitchell or her clients. She was sure she could calm Mandy for long enough to discover why she was so opposed to another one night stand that she was sneaking out of rooms when she caught sight of her.
She would have sworn Mandy had been more than satisfied with their night together. Had she offended her by leaving after they'd worn each other out? That was normal for a hookup, and it was definitely a hookup that Mandy had signalled. They hadn't even exchanged a word between beginning to dance and making out.
Unfortunately, as the evening wore on, she saw no sign of Mandy. This hotel's ballroom was bigger and more crowded than the one where she'd spent last New Year's Eve with the same band, but she thought she'd have found her by now. Maybe Lauren had given the ticket to someone else. Maybe Mandy didn't like the band. Maybe she'd known that Rachel had Lauren's ticket, and was avoiding her. She sighed and picked up another glass of wine.
She searched the faces through the band's first set, and through the set break. The ballroom was becoming ever more crowded. The last New Year's Eve show happened soon after "Of Darkness" had become local media celebrities, after being second-billed in the city rock festival. Since then their popularity had been growing. Deservedly so, in Rachel's opinion, but seeing them was hardly an intimate experience anymore.
When the second set began, Rachel had just started her third glass of wine. It had been over a long enough period that she was only slightly buzzed, but it felt like the ideal state for rock. She pushed into the crowd, giving herself over to the music, her eyes on the flamboyant short guitarist, Sydney, and the tall blonde vocalist, Michelle.
There was a golden-haired woman leaning against the right wall who seemed to find the audience more interesting than the band. Her eyes caught Rachel's a few times, seeming to narrow in interest. In a tied denim top and tight denim cutoffs, and with Mandy's absence, the woman could be an interesting distraction. Rachel made her way in her direction, then when she caught her eye again, she pushed through the crowd to stand beside her.
The woman was of a height with Rachel, and maybe a couple of years older than her. She raised her eyebrows, holding her gaze.
Rachel leaned close enough to be heard over the music without shouting. At this distance from the stage, that had to be pretty close. The woman didn't seem to object.
"You have to be the only one in here who isn't watching the band," she said.
"Seen 'em before," the woman replied. "They're good, but I thought I'd look for someone to hang out with while I enjoy the music."
"You found someone, if you want," Rachel said. "I'm Rachel."
"Sure," the woman said. "I'm Rose."
They rocked out together, side by side. The audience was in constant motion, and Rachel was knocked into her new friend several times. Rose didn't seem to mind. When Rachel stumbled one time, Rose caught her by the butt, helping her to avoid losing her footing, but not moving her hand away when Rachel was stably upright. Rachel felt a jolt of arousal at the proof that the woman's interest extended beyond music appreciation. Rose shifted to stand behind her, her hand moved to Rachel's hip. Rachel reached behind to move her hands to Rose's bare waist, urging the other woman to grind against her ass.
After a few minutes, Rose spun Rachel around, stepped in front of her, then deftly turned them both to face the stage, inverting their position. Now Rachel was pressed to her butt, taking her waist in both hands again. Rose leaned back, then turned her face to Rachel. It took a moment to realize that she was trying to shout into her ear again, so she turned her head, allowing her to do that.
"Hey! Wanna come backstage afterward?" Rose called out. "I know the singer."
Rachel wasn't sure she believed that. Though if she was a regular at their gigs, it could be true. But whatever the woman was planning, she was in. Still, she wasn't above a little name-dropping of her own. "Sure! She's a friend of a friend of mine," she said, turning her head back. "The photographer who took the shot you see everywhere. Fujita?" It wasn't strictly true. She'd met Mika, but it was her partner who was Rachel's friend. "She's overseas getting engaged. I have her ticket."
"Engaged? To the redhead, I hope?
Hmm. Maybe Rose really did know the band.
"Yeah, I work with Lauren. We got the news a few days ago."
"Oh, yeah? That's great," said Rose. "Yeah, I'm sure Michelle will find time for you."
Rachel didn't quite know what to make of the woman's grin.
Midnight approached. The spotlights dimmed, and a number appeared in a projection on the back wall. 60. The band kept their eyes on the number counting down, stopping their song early but cleanly just before the count descended to thirty. At ten, Michelle led the countdown, yelling "Happy New Year" on the zero, then blowing kisses to the audience, who took note, kissing their partners or random people.
Rose spun around, grabbed Rachel's face, and made it clear she wasn't going to give Rachel the opportunity for random kissing as she devoured her tongue. God. Rachel had hoped for a midnight kiss from the woman, but she hadn't expected quite the intensity, as she kissed her soundly, her breasts pressed to Rachel's. When she could finally come up for air, Rachel's heart was racing and her clit was tingling.
The band had begun a fairly straight rendition of Auld Lang Syne, though Sydney held on to the last chord, then turned to face her amp, letting the trailing sound build into a howl of feedback, out of which she twisted an ascending scream. Turning back to face the audience, the guitarist tore back down from the scream into a rhythm, which continued for a few seconds before the whole band leaped in, Sydney turning the rhythm into the riff beginning one of their newer songs.
The audience reacted with screams and cheers before Michelle yelled above the sound of the instruments.
At some point, without Rachel even noticing, Rose had moved Rachel's hands back to her waist, and was gripping them, clamping the younger woman against her back. Not that Rachel would have moved away even if she hadn't been captured.
Rose used her grip to grind against the woman behind her for two encores, which still didn't satisfy the audience, even though it was now well after midnight. After loud demand, Michelle returned, followed by the rest of the band. It looked like she'd poured water over her head, since she was still toweling off at the mike stand. Sydney tossed her a short sleeve shirt as she began to speak.
"I love you all, guys, but this has to be the last," she said, slipping her arms into the shirt. "The hotel's been great, but we're pushing our luck if we ever want to play here again. So we're gonna go out quietly with a song of Jon's that we've never performed before. Look out for it on the new album. Seriously, guys, you've eaten our whole setlist. "
She left the shirt hanging open as she picked up her bass, quickly checking its tuning as Sydney did the same with her guitar. She'd brought this one out with her. The V-shaped guitar that Rachel had always seen before was still on its stand, replaced with the bigger, rounded instrument with sound holes beside the strings.
Jon began the new song on keyboard, with Bianca following with subdued drums and then Sydney, with strings muted by her hand. It didn't sound like an "Of Darkness" song at all, until Michelle began to sing, in a voice that rasped with emotion. Rachel hadn't heard the band play like this before, but somehow with the voice the group gelled into the same sound, but in a different mode, lyrics biting and dark, with Michelle's voice echoing that harshness, denying the lyricism of the underlying melody on keyboard.
Michelle didn't touch her bass until the vocals ended, when Sydney's guitar began to soar, in a slow solo that carried the same dark edge as Michelle's vocals, melodic but bleak. Bass and keyboards grew beneath the solo, then Michelle's voice rose, still rough, but louder and higher, the whole band creating a densely layered sound, until the music stopped, leaving her voice alone. It descended into the dark, emotional tone of the early part, joined by the other three musicians in a crescendo, until they blasted out the final chords while Michelle stood with her head bowed, picking out bass notes undramatically while the others threw themselves into the closing.
There was a stunned silence before applause started, growing into cheers. Although a solid core of fans tried to yell for another encore, they stood alone as most started to leave. Finally even the diehard fans gave up their demands and followed the others.
Rachel leaned against Rose, speaking into her ear at a normal volume. "Jesus," she said. "I mean, that was awesome, but it was a hell of a start to the New Year. Are they trying to drive us away?"
"I think you'll find the audience loved it," Rose said. "Check Insta tomorrow."
"Well, okay," said Rachel. "So are you going to introduce me to your friend, or are you just going to try to carry me home?"
"I think that might be harder than it looks," the woman said. "You look like you could blow away in the breeze, but it feels like you have muscles hiding somewhere. Let's go find her."
Rachel had become less skeptical. Rose was acting very confident for someone who didn't really know the local legendary artists. She felt Rose tuck her hand into her arm and lead her toward the door by the stage.
There were a couple of men packing carrying crates who eyed them skeptically. At least, they eyed Rachel skeptically, but then they saw Rose, gave her a nod, then turned back to their work. One seemed to have a smirk on his face. Apparently Rose was known here.
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."
"Sure thing, hon."
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?"
"Sure," said Rose.
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.
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.
Releasing Michelle's breast, Rachel ran her hand down the woman's body to cup the junction of her thighs. She was surprised to find that she was wearing panties; she'd assumed all three of them were dressed alike. She gripped her crotch and dragged her higher on the bed, breaking the kiss, then lifted Michelle's top, exposing her rounded breasts, nipples standing taut against the smooth surface.
As Rachel's mouth closed around a nipple, the fingers of her right hand pushed Michelle's panties down a couple of inches, then sought entrance, finding her wet and ready. She rocked her wrist, pushing deeper with each stroke, and Michelle began to moan.
Rose stopped moving. Her nails lightly scratched Rachel's waist as she watched. "Oh, God, that's so hot," she murmured, her voice low. Rachel couldn't look back without releasing the hard bud she was tugging on with her teeth, but she felt Rose lean forward, her hands roaming up to cup Rachel's breasts.
When Rose began to move again, the lower angle resulted in Rachel's clit brushing Rose's body directly. Rachel's arousal spiked so hard that she sucked in more of Michelle's breast to avoid accidentally biting her. Within moments even that became irrelevant, as her climax rushed toward her, and she released Michelle's breast to breathe.
When she came, she cried out, her pussy slamming upward into Rose's. She looked up at the woman, who smirked as she continued to ride her.
Rachel raised her head. Understanding her wishes, Rose lowered her body far enough to kiss Rachel hungrily before her orgasm was spent.
Rose released her lips, sitting up, then tugged off her shirt, her high, pointed breasts quivering free. She shifted off Rachel, but only far enough back to lean down to tongue her clit. Her fingers pushed into Rachel as she lapped. In moments, Rachel was writhing again. Michelle grasped her face, pushing herself down far enough and turning Rachel's head up enough that she could kiss her again. As Rachel's body quivered into another powerful climax, she felt Michelle come around her fingers.
When Rachel withdrew her fingers, Rose lifted her tee shirt over her head, then tugged off Michelle's panties. Michelle shrugged out of her shirt, then rolled off the bed, a little unsteady on her feet as she walked away to head into the walk-in closet.
She emerged singing harshly, "I wanna fuck you like an animal, I wanna feel you from the inside out..." The song may be Nine-Inch Nails, but she was perfectly imitating the vocals of In This Moment's cover. Given the toys she was carrying, it made Rachel's chest tighten with anticipation. Especially since Michelle must have chosen to sing the words because of their conversation last night. This morning. Whatever.
Michelle tossed a plastic bottle to Rose, then held up a harness for Rachel's inspection, raising an eyebrow questioningly. Rachel grinned enthusiastically. Then she held up two dildos. One of the two was thicker than anything she'd taken before, but as apprehensive as she was, she thought that after last night and this morning's activities, she would like the challenge.
She indicated the fat cock, saying, "But go slowly, okay?"
"Of course," Michelle said, in her sexy alto tones, then began fastening the harness around her hips. When she was done, she lay on her back. Seeing the dildo in place and vertical, Rachel began to worry that she might have overcommitted, but she didn't change her mind.
Squatting before Michelle, Rachel lowered herself to lie on her belly, her face between the woman's legs, and began to fellate the silicone cock. She felt Rose move up behind her, then fingers were exploring her body, hands sneaking around her to squeeze her breasts, or sliding down to cup and massage her butt cheeks. Rose seemed enamoured of her ass, leaning forward to nibble Rachel's neck as she kneaded. Michelle's eyes were on her, and the lust in them grew.
Eventually, Michelle held out her hands. "You're procrastinating," she said. "Nervous?"
Rachel began to say, "No," but changed her mind. "Maybe, a little," she said. "It's a little wider than I've tried."
Michelle chuckled. "You can do it," she said, "and if not, we can back off and try another."
Rachel felt Rose's hand leave her, then a moment later, it was pressing the bottle of lube into her hand. She nodded, then dispensed a good amount of lube into her hand and smeared it over the silicone. Then another handful to coat her passage. Unable to delay further, she took Michelle's hands as she gingerly lowered herself onto the cock.
The stretching she felt became seriously uncomfortable, but after backing off to add more lube, the penetration she'd already achieved became easier, allowing her to sink lower before the tension became too sharp. In less time than she'd expected, her pussy was nestled against Michelle's. The pain had dwindled, but her vagina was so taut the very presence of Michelle within her was exciting, even while she remained stationary on the woman's thighs.
Rose's hands stole around to her breasts again, the touch of her fingers on Rachel's breast sending shivers through her body. Rachel's nipples were as hard and as sensitive as she'd ever known, and Rose had daubed lube on her fingertips. Their gliding over her sensitive buds sent buzzing arousal into a clit already primed by the enormous ridged shaft within her.
Michelle began to squeeze her hips up into Rachel, who moved with her, attempting to keep the toy from moving against the walls of her sex, but slowly she began to move further away from the woman before thumping her body down against hers, the dildo moving further with each stroke.
Soon Rachel was bouncing against the woman's thighs, the ridged, dense silicone rubbing hard against the wall of her sex. Rose was still toying with her boobs, and had slid forward to graze her teeth over the pulse point in her neck, the arousal she was generating strengthened by Rachel's energetic movement. She could feel her orgasm growing within her.
And then Michelle stopped moving, holding Rachel's hips to prevent her from pushing herself into release. Rachel's bubble deflated, though the pressure of the dildo continued to stoke her excitement. Michelle gave her time to catch her breath before taking her elbows and pulling her down toward her. She stretched her legs out behind her as she leaned down toward her.
Then her breasts were flattening Michelle's, and their lips joined. Rachel was still not moving against the body under her, but Michelle's kiss was intense enough to recharge the butterflies of arousal, and the small twitches her body made were amplified by the slight shifting of the shaft within her against the wall of her tight passage.
Rachel felt Rose's hands on her butt again. As the other woman's fingers and thumbs squeezed her cheeks, the small movements she caused made her vagina twitch around the dildo. The touch vanished for a moment before Rachel felt chilly damp between her cheeks. Rose must have lubed a finger, which was now sliding along her crack, then exploring her entrance.
Rose's finger sliding against the tight hole was an instant boost to Rachel's horniness, but when it began to push inside, Rachel's thighs tensed as her ass clamped around Rose's intruding finger.
Undeterred, and stopping frequently for additional lube, Rose pushed her finger further in. Rachel let a loud groan escape into the kiss. The finger worked further inside, then began to slide around, exploring. It pressed forward, against the tightness around the cock that saturated her passage. It was uncomfortable in a different way than the overstretching of the dildo, but worked with that to cram feelings of lust into her, feelings that flooded into her body, making her arms and chest tingle, forcing her to break the kiss and lie, panting harshly, against Michelle's shoulder.
Michelle didn't let her stay there long. She hooked her hands beneath Rachel's arms and raised her, curving her body upward while she curled forward to circle her tongue against Rachel's left nipple, then suck it between her lips.
Rachel groaned loudly. She squeezed her sex against Michelle, trying to feel even more of the penetrating cock. She felt Michelle draw back, then slam up into her. Suddenly she was thrusting her hips hard against the woman beneath her, who was responding in kind while suckling on Rachel's breast. The finger in her ass made the pressure of the cock even more potent.
Her orgasm took her, overwhelming her entirely. Her senses didn't seem to be functioning for several seconds. When they returned, she found she was flat against Michelle's body again, the woman kissing her hard. She had no recollection of which of them began the kiss, but she didn't attempt to interrupt it. Her sex was still contracting around the dildo, each spasm sending powerful waves of delight shooting through her body, and she kept rocking her hips against the woman beneath her, who was moaning into the kiss.
After a minute, Michelle broke the kiss. Rachel began to relax, but Michelle groaned, "Don't stop!" She kept moving, and a moment later, Michelle came with a loud cry of "Fuck! Oh, fuck!"
When they both collapsed, Rachel felt Rose's finger withdrawing. The woman grabbed a tissue, then headed to the bathroom, neither Michelle nor Rachel having any energy left to do more than lie in place, panting.
Eventually, Rachel found the strength to roll off Michelle, though she required her help to withdraw the strap-on. Michelle unbuckled it, though she could only hold it up for Rose to collect, with a chuckle, and take to the bathroom.
Returning again, Rose bounced up onto the bed to sit beside Rachel. "Feeling better about the new year than after the song?" she asked.
Rachel laughed. "All years should start like this. 'Course now it's all downhill."
"I doubt that," Rose said. "I suspect you're a girl who's skilled at finding opportunities for mischief."
"True," Rachel admitted, "but there won't be opportunities like this in my future. Don't worry, I won't be attempting to play groupie again. Though I might have to find a new dildo to experiment with."
"Rose has a small collection," said Michelle. "I'm sure we'll be experimenting with them later."
"You're gonna have to up your game today, hon," Rose said. "Rachel got me off five times overnight. You don't want to fall behind."
"Jesus, do you tell each other everything?" Rachel asked.
"About when we're together? Yeah," said Rose. "But hit me up when the band's out of town, and I'll never breathe a word to her."
Michelle made an amused grunt.
Rachel couldn't decide whether it had been an invitation or a joke, but it didn't matter. "That's not on the cards," she said. "And I think I've delayed my middle-of-the-night exit long enough. I get the feeling that the two of you need some time to make your own New Year's greetings."
Michelle grunted again. When Rachel turned to her, she wore a sly grin.
Rachel climbed over Rose, chuckling at the groping she received on the way, then hunted down her clothes to dress in the bathroom. She returned to find Michelle examining a different dildo, not one of the two she'd been offered. Yes, it looked like the two had more New Year's entertainment planned.
After exchanging farewell kisses with two still naked women, Rachel left the small house. She considered walking to the bus stop. It would be good to be able to walk, to slow down and think for a time. The bus would drop her fairly close to her apartment. But the bus passengers would know why she was wearing a strapless dress in the early afternoon. And her legs weren't exactly working well. It could be a couple of hours before she'd want to walk any distance.
So she summoned a ride. Of course, it would be embarrassing enough to let a Lyft driver speculate about her state of dress, but that was unavoidable.
She'd thoroughly enjoyed welcoming in the New Year, but the Thanksgiving show was never far from her mind. How could she break through Mandy's avoidance and talk her into a second hookup?
And on that thought - she had a few minutes before the car arrived. She wandered around to the back of the house. Finding Rose's trash can, she took the small envelope from her back pocket and tossed it away.