Saturday morning came earlier than expected. I woke up from a weird dream, and while I had to adapt to that I was in bed and not on a dance floor hugging everyone, most of the dream disappeared and left me with an imprint in my mind that my dream had contained drinking and pussylicking galore too.
We had fallen asleep in a tight hug, Rosie and I, but the morning saw us lying side by side; Rosie on her back and me on my side with my head on her shoulder. I was careful when I lifted my head to see the time on the bedstand clock. It was a bit too early, and Jen wouldn't be home from work within the next hour. I couldn't sleep again, so I changed my plans for the morning. I tried to leave bed without disturbing Rosie, but as I broke the last skin contact, she mumbled sleepily:
"Do what you want, but let me sleep in today."
"Just go to sleep again. I'll wake you up when Jen is home."
"Mmmmph."
Then I tiptoed out of the room and closed the door silently behind me. I made a short visit to the bathroom and noticed as predicted, the lipstick on my lips was gone. My nails were still fine and pale pink, and I could enjoy them for the rest of the weekend. I just had to clean them before I headed for work on Monday. Where were my clothes? I had forgotten that Jenny laid out my clothes every morning, but I found them in the locker, the girls had cleared for me in the office. Jen had put my clothes in another order than I had, and I found my clothes from the day before over the back of a chair. Things were busy the day before, preparing for my date with Rosie.
In the kitchen, I took some buns from the freezer to thaw, and after finding my keys in my borrowed handbag, I left the apartment with my empty backpack over my shoulder. I closed the entrance door silently as it was early morning, and walked to my apartment. I was about to pocket my keys when I remembered that Jenny had forbidden me to use my pockets. I wondered if she would accept a key lanyard; I doubted that I could find one in black, pink, and with rivets or bows, but I made myself a reminder that I had to look online for a suitable one. Perhaps just one in leather?
In my apartment, I emptied the water container on the coffeemaker and rinsed everything. I found stuff I would need during the weekend and added some of my cutlery because most of Jen and Rosie's were in the dishwasher. I put my coffeemaker outside the door and looked around the apartment to see if I had forgotten something. Yes, my extra bag of coffee beans and my big, sharp kitchen knife.
Back in Jen and Rosie's apartment - well, let's call it my home from now on, I found a good place for the coffeemaker and made it ready with power and water. I laid the table for five and made everything ready for breakfast. I had shopped for eggs and bacon the day before, but there wouldn't be enough for five, so I would cook it Sunday instead. On the table, I placed the nice coffeemaker menu that Jeannette had made. I had time to put the lamb chops in a bowl with some marinade. Then I undressed and returned to bed where Rosie was about to wake up.
"Mmmm, where have you been?"
"I needed a few things from my apartment, and I have made ready for breakfast."
"Mmm, you are too good, I should have helped you."
"I couldn't sleep. It is ok."
We hugged for a while and when we heard Jenny at the door, we went to greet her and bid her good morning. She asked about our evening, and we gave her a summary. She looked at me, asking if I was ok.
"More than ok, even if I have been walking through half the town with a red lipstick kiss on my right cheek. I enjoyed dancing and all. I should probably say hello from May."
"Thanks, she texted me yesterday that I was a lucky girl."
"No, I am the lucky girl. As I told her, I found two lovely girlfriends and I found myself."
"Well said. I am hungry, can we make breakfast?"
"It is ready, Mistress."
I heard faint noises from the living room. Sarah and Louise were probably awake. I tapped on the door:
"Sarah and Louise! Breakfast is ready in two minutes."
Rosie and Jenny looked at me.
"Usually, they have their own breakfast."
"Not today. I didn't know they would be here, so I made a decision. The table is laid for five."
I looked at Rosie and me - stark naked. I took a chance and tapped the door again.
"You don't need to dress - we haven't."
Jenny smiled at me with a funny expression on her face. I explained:
"Well, if the shy Ann here can get used to nakedness in a few days, they probably can too. I don't feel like dressing right now.
The door to the living room opened ajar, and one of them - I think it was Louise - peeked out. Her eyes got a bit bigger when she saw us and opened the door fully. They stood there, just in panties.
"I'll get the last chair. Rosie, can you get the cushions?"
I went to the bedroom, emptied the chair for the blouse, dress, and skirt, and carried it to the kitchen. Jenny had removed her jacket and sat at the table, studying the cafe menu. She looked at me:
"Ann, I have said something about your timing. Again - without knowing it - your timing is perfect."
"And what do I not know?"
"Errh, nothing, just that I felt for a good cup of coffee this morning. I appreciate that you moved your coffeemaker over here - I enjoyed the coffee from it so much last week."
I took that as perhaps half of the truth but soon forgot all about it again. I looked at the others - Sarah and Louise were a bit shy, sitting there in just panties, and Rosie and I were as naked as we were born. Jenny explained to Sarah-Louise:
"You have probably guessed that we don't use much clothing here. But we will not go further, don't worry. I didn't know this - it is all Ann's idea. She has volunteered as a kind of housekeeper, at least she's the only one around who knows how a kitchen works. I have decided that she won't have it her way - we will help her as much as we can. Now, help yourself; the buns are baked in this very kitchen, and the jam and honey are from Ann's parents and their neighbors."
I took orders for coffee drinks and showed Rosie how the coffeemaker worked. I remembered to buy some milk, so the flat white for Louise was no problem. Rosie did the refills for us later:
"It is not so different from being a barista; just less work. I love this machine."
"You've been a barista?"
I was curious. I knew that Rosie had had several jobs, but I didn't know what kind of jobs.
"Yes, and I have been a waitress in a few restaurants, and among other things taken care of a gaming cafe. When you need the money, you are not picky."
"I find it nice to have a span of experiences. I just worked on Dad's farm until I became a bookkeeper."
Then Louise, the curious girl, asked:
"And doesn't farming need a lot of skills?"
"Well, you are right. Milking, taking care of the cattle, driving a tractor, riding, doing small repairs. I see it as a whole, but you are probably right. We have the sowing and harvesting done by others. We haven't got enough farmland to have that expensive machinery ourselves."
"Riding?"
Jenny looked at me with raised eyebrows.
"The cows are out in the pastures most of the year. They find back to be milked morning and evening, and once or twice a day we check up on them out there, especially if they are missing at milking time. They need it - if not, their udders will hurt."
