Tuesday morning, I woke up slowly. We went to sleep very late the day before, and I lay there, quiet and without moving, just waking up slowly, so I didn't disturb Rosie. She had moved a bit through the night; we were not in a tight embrace as we were when we fell asleep. I was on my back, and Rosie was on her side, with her head on my shoulder and her leg over mine. My arm was pinned to my side, with my hand on her inner thigh, close to her pussy.
I could move my head and looked at the clock on the bedstand. I had ten minutes until Rosie's phone would wake us up. I truly enjoyed these mornings, just me awake. I thought of all the things that had happened the day before. I was out to my cellmate at work, and I wasn't grounded anymore. We had had sex, Rosie and I, and it had been good indeed. I was so happy - I loved my two girls.
I was tempted, and I gave in. My hand was so close to Rosie's pussy, and it was so easy to finger her labia. I felt her breathing change, and suddenly, I felt bad about teasing her. We were not allowed to have another orgasm, so I removed my fingers again.
"It was nice. Please go on."
She was awake now. And wet.
"You know that I cannot go all the way."
"Just a little bit, then. But not my clit."
I stayed outside her vagina with my fingers, slowly stroking her labia. I felt her hand find my pussy, doing the same to me. It was nice, but we had to be careful. I was not sure when I had had enough and when I reached a point when there was no way back. I'd better stop in time.
"Please stop. It is nice, but I don't know when I can't stop anymore."
"You've never been edging? Stopping just on the edge before the big O?"
"No, not really. For what purpose?"
"Then you have something good to think about most of the day."
"And be wet too? No thanks. I don't want to smell of pussy all day at work. Let's have a shower. A cold one!"
"I hate cold showers."
"Me too, but let's stop now."
We had a short shower - not very cold - and prepared breakfast. I saw that we would run out of buns soon.
"We'll have to bake one of the days. How about Thursday? Then we can make the dough tomorrow."
"Let's ask Jen. She'll be here in five minutes."
Those five minutes were more like one minute. We went to the door to greet her when we heard her enter. She gave us both a tight hug.
"Have you behaved like obedient slaves tonight?"
"Yes, Mistress."
We answered almost as a choir. Rosie continued:
"I hope you've had a nice night. Breakfast is ready."
"Oh, good. I am hungry. And yes, it was a good night. Calm and uneventful."
During our breakfast, we told Jenny about our evening together. I think she was satisfied. We talked a bit about our dinner at Bitch later that day, and Jenny gave me the address for my gyn exam that afternoon.
Then Jenny asked me an unexpected question. I had almost forgotten everything about it.
"You remember the Sisters' Society? The group of lesbians that Rosie and I meet once a month? Would you like to participate?"
"Errhmm, I don't know much about it. If you are going there, I'd love to go with you, but what do they do on those nights? Is it an orgy? Where do you meet?"
"We are somewhere between forty and fifty women. Most of us are with a partner, but there are single women too. A few of the couples are married, but not to each other. The society is formed to have a place for BDSM lesbians to meet. There are no orgies where everyone is participating - we do see sexual activity, but it is usually between partners. We meet in a rental hall under our gym. Our dress code is 'Dress for the atmosphere' - it doesn't have to be fetish or half-naked, the purpose is to create a pleasant atmosphere. Blue jeans and the big interplanted flower arrangements are not allowed."
I giggled. What a precise description of those colorful dresses. Then I thought of my wardrobe.
"I guess my blouse and skirt from last week are out of bounds too?"
I felt Rosie's hand in mine.
"Sorry to say it, but yes, you are right. We'll have to find something else for you. You can borrow from Rosie if we cannot find anything suitable for you before the meetup. The colors are usually black, but red and purple are often seen, and other colors too. We will guide you. And what do people do? There is a bar - we drink soft drinks, beer, or wine. We socialize with our friends and the girls we haven't seen since last time. Some girls are kissing. A few are making out. Some punishments are dealt with, and there might be an orgasm here and there. You know some of the members - Bitch and Bimbo, Ruth and Sofia."
"I assume that I will spend some time at your feet during such an evening."
"You are right. Trust me, I think you will like it there. And the member's fee is not expensive, and that includes membership in the gym."
"You mean that all the women at the gym are from the sisters' Society?"
"No, you can be a gym member separately. Saturdays and Wednesday evenings are for girls, and Sundays and Thursday evenings are for the boys. All the other days are for everyone. There are some non-LGBT-members too, who follow the boy/girl schedule."
"I would love to join. I love you two girls so much, and I trust you. I hope you take care of me."
"We will take care of you, trust me."
Jenny smiled at me, and I understood the double meaning of what she had said. I shivered a bit, but I trusted her.
After breakfast, Jenny found some clothes for us - thong again for me - and we dressed. I mentioned that I might find a pair of jeans in a style between the baggy and tight ones. Jenny agreed with a smile. I told her that Rosie and my cellmate Jeannette had mentioned that I should do something about my style. This gave me a hug from both girls. Jenny added:
"I am glad you came to that conclusion, but I hadn't expected it so soon. I go thrift shopping tomorrow, there is no need to spend much on a temporary pair of jeans."
I agreed and thanked her - I couldn't get time for it that day, so it was great that she volunteered. I said that I would pay, of course.
"You can pay for the dinner on Friday. Rosie is inviting you on a date."
"Am I?" Rosie was apparently not informed.
"Yes, that's only fair. I had a dinner date with Ann. You should have one too. I have booked a table at Antonio's."
"Will we be alone in the back room?"
I was curious. Not that I didn't trust Rosie, but she could have some weird ideas. And if we weren't alone, who would be there too?
"No. It is taken. You will be ordinary guests."
I was relieved. I didn't have to face more new faces this week. How wrong could I be? But - what about Jenny?
"If Rosie and I are on a date, how about you?"
"I have another dinner date. Not a romantic kind, but I have a few friends, that I need to meet.
"Then I'll put some sandwiches in the fridge for your night snack."
"You are always thinking of food and the next meal. You would be a perfect wife and mom." Jenny smiled at me, but she zoned out and had a vacant stare for a moment. Rosie squeezed my hand and went to hug Jenny. We covered the mission up by bidding goodbye and exchanging hugs and kisses, all of us. Then Rosie and I went down the stairs and headed for work.
I was pouring my first cup of coffee at work when somebody sneaked in on my rear and hugged me from behind. It could only be Jeannette.
"How are you today?"
"Happy, content, and in love."
"Then it is as it should be."
We took our coffee to the office. As I sat down, my phone beeped. It was from Rosie.
