Kelly climbed on top of me, her legs straddling my hips. She bent low to kiss me. I could not see what Jessica was doing, and I barely paid her any mind as my attention turned back to Kelly. Her soft chest pressed against mine. I heard Jessica rub something between her hands. Then a click. Then a whir.
Just as I began to register the familiar source of the thrumming, mechanical noise, I felt warm fingers between my legs. Then the soft, vibrating head of a bullet against my skin, slowly parting my pussy lips. I was so wet, it took almost no effort to slide the bullet in. Jessica's fingers gently pushed it deeper, until I could feel it pulsing deep inside me.
A moment later, another click and a whir and I felt Kelly flinch on top of me. She began to pant, and so did I. I clutched her thighs and began rocking my hips into her, our naked pussies grinding together. I ran my hand over her bottom and wrapped around until I found Kelly's slit. I had never touched a girl before. I noted with some satisfaction that she was every bit as wet as I was. I inserted a finger, but not very far. It was hard to reach, but I did what I could. I had masturbated plenty, so I knew very well how a vagina felt. Kelly's reaction was what made it great. She moaned each time my fingers slid in. One of her hands delved between us and began rubbing her clit.
As my finger slid in and out, I could feel the thrumming of the bullet inside her, which made me conscious of the one inside me, still buzzing.
Kelly broke away from me and sat up, still straddling me. I stopped fingering her long enough to look around for Jessica, who had been quietly watching from beside the bed, touching herself. When Kelly sat up, she moved in.
She climbed onto the bed and went first to Kelly. She kissed her, then guided her hand between my legs. At once, Kelly's fingers went to work. I gasped. The vibrations from the bullet mingled with the pressure from Kelly's delicate fingers was too much.
Jessica turned to me. She caressed my cheek. "How does that feel?"
I couldn't respond, only pant and rock harder against Kelly's fingers, my hands once more gripping her smooth thighs.
Jessica leaned down to kiss me. "Mmmm," she breathed. When she broke away, her eyes were glinting with mischief and desire. I knew mine were probably burning with animal-like hunger, as well. I could feel myself slowly losing control.
"I'm going to do something," she whispered, "and you tell me if you're not ready, ok?"
I nodded, barely hearing her above Kelly's moans, which grew louder every time her pussy ground against me.
Jessica raised up and swung a leg over me, so she straddled my face. She gripped the headboard with one hand to steady herself, then looked down at me. "Is this ok, love."
I nodded. I had never tasted pussy before. This was turning into a night of first. I closed my eyes and lifted my chin so my lips brushed her labia. She moaned. I opened my mouth, let my tongue rest gently against her skin for just a moment. Then I licked.
My hands left Kelly's thighs and closed around Jessica's buttocks. Mimicking what she had done to me, I let my tongue delve deep. Long and slow at first, then short and fast. Jessica ground her hips against my open mouth as a hand massaged one of her bouncing breasts.
The three of us were a panting, rocking tangle of skin and sweat. Finally, I could take it no more. I buried my open mouth against Jessica's clit, pressing her hard into me as Kelly's fingers and the vibrating bullet tipped me over the edge. I let out an actual scream as my vagina clenched around Kelly's fingers, throbbing and shooting raw snakes of pleasure throughout my body.
We continued on in this way until the dawn's first light crept through the open window. When we finally slept, we lay together in a tangle of naked skin.
* * * * *
Morning came too soon, and with it, a head-splitting hangover. It took several attempts to open my eyes. I blinked hard against the garish mid-day light and winced as each blink sent a pulse of pain through to the back of my head.
Water. I needed water, I thought as I struggled to lift myself up. The room rocked like the deck of a ship in a hurricane as I sat up, then it spun for a moment.
Beside me, Kelly snored quietly. Her naked body caught me momentarily off guard. She lay on top of the covers, face down, one leg hanging off the edge of the bed, as though there had been a struggle for space in the night. As I remembered the events of the night before, the three of our bodies tangling, rocking together, the heat of their mouths on my skin, I was surprised at how I felt. I'd had my share of hook-ups, and I knew well the morning-after sting of regret, shame, and disgust that accompanied some of the more impulsive romps, particularly ones with near-strangers. Miraculously, I felt none of that. The memories felt like a revelation, like the fulfillment of some deeply repressed dream or desire. I had sex with two girls. At the same time. And I liked it. I really liked it.
I did not have the energy or the will to untangle the inevitable so-what-does-that-make-me? question, and I frankly did not find it all that important. Interesting maybe, but not important. What was important in that moment was finding a bottle of water somewhere in Kelly's bare kitchen, but my thirst was so great that I would not have turned my nose up at the infamously questionable City tap water.
I left Kelly's room, pulling on scattered bits of clothing as I found them in the floor. My suitcase would be somewhere in the living room.
I was a little surprised - but not exceedingly so - to find Jessica sitting at the kitchen table. She held a half-eaten donut in one hand, and her phone in the other. She looked up when I entered the room, smiled.
"Well, good morning," she purred.
"Hi," I said, a little sheepishly.
"Come sit," she said. Then, nodding to an orange and white Dunkin box on the table, "I made breakfast."
"Thanks," I said. "But first water." I made my way to the fridge.
"Ah," she said. "None in there, but I picked up a few at the donut shop. And some coffee."
Sure enough, sitting out on the counter closest to the door were a couple large paper coffee cups and four perspiring bottles of water.
"You're an angel," I breathed.
"I don't know how that girl lives," Jessica mused, shaking her head so the ends of her wavy hair brushed the table. She scooped a few locks behind her ear, took a bite of donut. "No food. No water. No coffee?! It's like Auschwitz."
