Karla, Daniel, and Ronald barely finished making the supplies for the bake sale that night. It took a long time to untangle their adrenaline pumped bodies and get back to work. Even then, it was hard not to get distracted. The naked trio tried to focus on the task at hand, but it was difficult to ignore the temptation to play with each other's delicious bodies. Karla finally ordered everyone to get dressed, and, after some argument, they finished baking in boxers and panties. The last batch was pulled from the oven just as the sun came up, they all called home to let them know that they would be crashing at Karla's house.
That afternoon, the trio finally awoke, finding themselves sprawled out across the living room. Karla rolled off the couch and struggled to her feet. She felt exceptionally sore, either from sleeping on the couch, being up all night baking, or the enthusiastic romp of the night before. Looking around, she saw Daniel curled up on the recliner, and Ronald stretched out on the other couch. The guys lay in just their boxers, and Karla was in her panties and a long tee shirt. It was odd, because this is how they had awoken from countless sleepovers, but never as a result of such a night.
Her stirrings must have awoken them, because they began to yawn and stretch their aching muscles. Karla left and showered in her bathroom, feeling the water temperature dim a bit as someone used the other bathroom. She dried off and got dressed like any other day, pulling on some tight jeans and a light summer tank over her bra. When she emerged, Daniel was drying his blonde hair, dressed in one of his typical outfits, comfortably stylish. Ronald stood in the kitchen, wearing jeans but bare chested. His hair was still nappy from the couch as he stood over the stove, cooking breakfast, still a morning like a hundred others.
Ronald saw them enter, "You guys see my shirt anywhere? I can't find it."
"Yeah, it's in the bathroom. I slept in it last night," Karla said. The group sat down and ate, discussing random topics and laughed like always, scarfing down Ronald's conglomeration of eggs bacon and potatoes that did not look like much, but always tasted good. After breakfast they cleaned up, and Ronald fetched his shirt from the bathroom.
Halfway on, Karla called him out, "Hell no! Go take a shower. No one is gunna buy anything from us if you smell like a trash can."
He grumbled and strode off. Daniel and Karla finished gathering up the brownies and cookies, bagging them all up and setting them by the door. Ronald returned from his quick rinse, giving Karla a sarcastic look that said happy now?
She simply shrugged, grabbing the last of the treats. They were halfway out the door, when Daniel dropped his bag dramatically on the table.
"Ok," he said, "Last night did happen, right? Because we're all acting like it didn't."
The group grew silent for a bit before Karla answered, "We agreed. Nothing changes."
"I didn't say anything needed to change," Daniel said, "but we need to figure this out."
"Ok, so like... ground rules?" Ronald asked. Daniel nodded in return.
Karla set her bags down and sat on the arm of the couch, "Ok, so let's get our basics right out in the open." She held up a finger for each thing she counted out, "One, and most importantly, no one around here finds out. Ever."
They nodded in agreement.
Karla continued, "Two, we do want to do it again, right?"
Daniel and Ronald looked at each other and back to her, the three all nodding in mutual agreement.
"Ok then," she said, "but nothing romantic. None of us are looking to get into a relationship right?"
"Well your not really my type," Ronald said to Daniel in jest, then looked at Karla, "and I'm not about to date someone who wears the pants." Karla smiled proudly, not bothering to deny her dominant personality.
She looked at them both, "I know way too much about you two to ever attempt that."
Daniel chimed in, "I agree. So it's just physical stuff. I'm good with that."
"Ok," Karla said, "last thing, and it may be awkward. I loved last night, but there is one of me and two of you. I can't always double down, if you know what I mean. So are you two going to have issues if there's times with only one?"
Daniel looked to his friend, "I don't think so. Like we said, no strings, just fun when we want."
"Besides, you don't get to be the only one I tap," Ronald added to Karla.
Daniel rolled his eyes, "Anyway, we are all still new to this. I don't think there is such thing as too much or too little, unless someone is obviously excluded, which I don't think will be a problem."
They all agreed, and the invisible tension disappeared. Packing up, they left in the Chevy to the bake sale and helped Mrs. Connelly sell out of everything on the table. After it was done, she approached the three.
"I can't believe it!" The elder lady exclaimed, "Those brownies were amazing. It was like they were really made with love. I see you guys actually payed attention in my home-ec class."
The group blushed a bit, knowing the woman was right, but not in the way she thought. They packed up the table and chairs for their old teacher, and gathered some leftovers that she had set aside for them. On the way home, Karla suggested they go to the wilderness park. Ronald agreed and turned the old rickety truck in that direction.
The park was barely that, mainly a few paths cut into a dense forest. Hunting had long since whittled down the larger wildlife, and there were no real open spaces for camping. This left the park generally empty, save for the odd hiker every once in a while. The three had enjoyed the private getaway since they were big enough to walk, and had a little cubby in a rock that acted as their secret stash. After parking the truck, they made their way in to reach their secret respite.
When they were young, the cubby had held snacks and candies that they had swiped from the corner store. In their adolescence, the boys had hidden dirty magazines. Nowadays, they had their own stash of beer and dark liquors snuck out of their parent's cabinets. The rock casing sat right next to a streaming creek, and Karla had busted out all of her ingenuity and mechanical skills to run old hosing through the cubby, pooling cool water around the base of the bottles. It worked as an impromptu cooler and kept their drinks chilled, if not refrigerator-cold.
Karla stretched out on the familiar rock that hung over the creek, comforted by the sounds of babbling water. Ronald reached into their secret compartment, pulling out some beers, tossing one to Daniel, who sat on a log at the edge of the water, his feet dipped in. He slid another across the smooth rock surface to Karla.
They all just sat in the shady getaway, basking in the soft forest breeze. Eventually, they began discussing the night before, curiosity leading them to try and learn more about their experiences. Karla tried her best to explain the feelings she had when Daniel had played with her with his tongue, struggling to find the words to express. The guys sat listening in awe, almost like students in an interesting class. They soaked up the information, wanting to improve their skills in this terrifyingly amazing new territory. Then Daniel and Ronald described how it felt to be inside her, or to have her delicate lips wrapped around their swollen members. Karla listened just as intently, not realizing the full extent that she had affected them.
"It's strange," Karla said, pulling Ronald next to her and rolling onto her stomach, leaning in her elbows, "I had never thought of us like this. I always thought we would all go find some random mates and hang out to bitch about our significant others. I never thought we just might not need them."
