I had a strange dream that night. It must have been weird because I woke up at three o'clock, feeling very confused. I must have been dreaming of something sexual, because I was wet and horny. If this had happened three weeks before, I would have masturbated and slept again, but the presence of two other girls in the bed told me that I was not allowed to do that. Jenny was asleep between Rosie and me, so I could sneak out of bed without disturbing my girlfriends. I was thirsty and poured myself some cold water from the fridge. I drank half of it and returned to bed. I didn't need to pee, and wouldn't drink too much, as a visit to the toilet included waking my girlfriends up to get permission and assistance. I had been to the bathroom, but I just wanted to check on my stripes, and in the bathroom, I could turn on the light without disturbing my girlfriends. The stripes were fine; they had faded a bit, and the color wasn't red anymore, more like a bluish black. An exception was my punishment stripe over my breasts. It was visible and black. I wondered if it could be seen on Friday when we went to the Sister's Society.
On my way back to bed, I stepped on something. My toes caught a cylindrical object, and I bent to pick it up. Usually, we put things that are not needed in bed anymore on a chair nearby, but Jen had forgotten it during our treatment of Rosie and the aftercare. It was her strap-on, and I saw the reason why she came twice while she was fucking me. It had the straps to attach it around her waist and between her legs, and the rubber plate that held the dildo that had given me so much pleasure, had other things attached: There was a smaller dildo attached in a slightly upward angle on the inside, so Jen had her pussy filled too. And there was a small knob on it where her clit sat. Every time she had filled my pussy with rubber cock, her clit had been massaged. Even if I hadn't enjoyed her fucking me, I would have let her do it so she could get the pleasure herself. Some time I would let her know that anytime she felt for it, she could fuck me senseless. An obsolete thought, because she would probably do what she liked without asking, as she knew I didn't hate it.
I tiptoed to the kitchen and rinsed it in hot water. On my way to bed, I put it on the chest with the drawers that held their toys. I didn't want to put it in a drawer; I wouldn't know which one, and I didn't want to see what else they held. Call me weird, but I like surprises.
As I was about to slide under the sheets again, Rosie moved.
"Hmm?"
"I was thirsty."
I whispered. She replied:
"Me too."
"I have water here."
I went to her side of the bed with the glass, and she drank. There was room for me, so I lay next to her and cuddled. I felt her hand rub my pussy. Naughty girl!
"You are wet."
"I was dreaming about something. I can feel I have been penetrated. Not sore, but close to. Perhaps because it was my first time."
"Another first! Lucky you. Try to sleep some more."
She kissed me.
We enjoyed being cuddled up tight, and Rosie's breathing got steady as she fell asleep. I lay there for a while, thinking of how it would be at the Sister's Society, and how much I would dare in the Pride Parades, which we had discussed a few hours before. I was certain I would enjoy being dressed to impress, walking among other girls, but would I dare to do it? I decided to go with anything the girls suggested, forcing myself to embrace everything that made me tick. I could spend the next months preparing myself mentally for a walk down the street in a foreign city, wearing next to no clothes. I would probably be dressed more decently, but it would be better to be prepared for the extreme. And with that in mind and a smile on my face, I fell asleep again.
"We need to bake again this weekend."
I was looking in the freezer for buns for breakfast. My skin felt tingling, fresh, and clean. I had been the first out of bed when Jen's phone woke us up. I had made the shower ready for my girlfriends and me, and at the end of the shower, Jen had donned a pair of coarse mittens, and with a special lotion, she rubbed Rosie and me all over. It was a strange feeling being exfoliated, but it was fine and fresh afterward. Rosie did Jenny the same way, and we rinsed and toweled each other. Rosie and I rubbed Jen with lotion, and then we did each other. I had taken care of my pierced earlobes and added the serum to my eyelashes as Jen and Rosie discussed clothes in the office, and I began preparing our breakfast. Jen replied:
"I think we'll be vegging Saturday, we might bake then. Plus doing the laundry."
"Great. Any dinner plans for the weekend?"
"No, not yet. Any suggestions?"
"I wondered if it would be our turn to have the girls for dinner."
"We can ask them. I don't think anyone has plans the day after the Society."
"Any picky folks?"
"No, we eat what's being served - now."
Jen smiled at me, referring to our little intermezzo Saturday with the cauliflower she thought she hated. Rosie added:
"Ruth is on a low-fat diet. Nothing fancy, just trying to lose weight without too many fancy ideas."
"I know. We can have T-bone steaks. The fat brim is easy to cut off."
Jen's eyes widened:
"You know how to please a Mistress. That's my favorite dish."
"I know. If you are too rough on me on Friday at the Society, I'll cook spaghetti instead. With ketchup only."
"Don't joke about that. We've been there. I can write and ask in the group. Or do you want to do it yourself?"
"I can do it later today; I'll have to message more often. Being a loner means you don't have many friends to write to. Can I ask Ruth to help with the cooking? She wanted to know more about veggies."
"Yeah, sure. She and Sofia can come over earlier and help in the kitchen. They'd love that. We need chairs. We've got five, including the one in the bedroom."
"I have four in my apartment. I'll fetch two during the week."
"We go together. I think most of your apartment is here now."
Rosie squeezed my hand. I replied:
"Mostly kitchen stuff and some clothes. When we decide to buy a house, I'll move out on the spot. Might be better to save the rent, but for now I feel best having it at hand."
"Of course. We understand. And it is a good plan. We can box it up, perhaps Bitch has got room for a couple of boxes."
It was nice talking plans with the girls. Every time we did, I was assured that they wanted to include me in their lives, which made me so happy.
While Jenny brushed her teeth, I made some sandwiches for lunch and added a few peeled carrots for each of us. She hadn't questioned why we suddenly were eating so many carrots, but they were healthy and a nice snack in between.
Rosie and I saw Jen out the door and decided to leave for work earlier. There was no reason to linger at home for twenty minutes if Rosie could catch an earlier bus and I could get the office ready before Jeannette arrived.
On my way through the building to my office that morning, I passed a few coworkers. Usually, we just exchanged our 'good morning', but today it was expressed in a more personal way, accompanied by a genuine smile, as if I had grown another dimension overnight, which in a way was true. I got myself a cup of coffee and settled into my chair, preparing for the day. I took my lash serum from my pocket, and with the small mirror I'd gotten from the girls, I managed to paint a nice, wet stripe along my eyelashes on both eyes. That was the best result I had achieved yet. I had just put the serum and the mirror away when Jeannette arrived. She set her bag on her chair, came over to me, and bent down to hug me. Had I been prepared for it, I would have stood.
"Thanks, it is nice with a good-morning-hug, but if you are hitting on me, I am taken..."
She got the joke and smiled:
"Dang, and with no other women in the building to seduce, the entire day is wasted."
