Morning brought faint yellow light to Scott's bedroom. Lying naked in bed, Lauren stretched and yawned, her eyes flicking open. She sat up, the sheet falling away from her chest, and looked across the bed. Scott lay sprawled, one hand over his head, snoring gently. Amy was nowhere to be seen.
"Amy?" she called. No answer. She looked at the floor where they had shed their clothes the previous night. She didn't see Amy's clothes. Lauren scratched her head and leaned over to the sleeping Scott.
"Scott. Wake up. Wake up, Scott." When shaking him provoked no response, she kissed him on the lips, stroking his lower stomach. He started awake, snorting a bit.
"What happah?" he said, sitting up on his elbows.
"Rise and shine," Lauren said. "I want coffee."
Scott rubbed his eyes. "What time is it?"
"I just told you -- it's coffee time."
"Where's Amy?" he asked, ignoring her.
"Gone. Probably went home or maybe downstairs to make us coffee. Which means that we can go downstairs and drink it."
"Do you ever think about anything but coffee?" Scott asked blearily.
"Sometimes," Lauren said, and then smiled softly. "Listen, Scott, I want to thank you for what you did last night. It meant a lot to me. To both of us."
"I can't believe you talked me into it at all," Scott said. "You're completely crazy, do you know that? And now I find out, like mother like daughter."
"In more ways than one, I'll bet," Lauren said with a sly grin. "Did you do any comparisons in your mind?"
"Lauren--"
"I'll bet you did. I'll bet you had a whole checklist and were marking things off..."
He laughed. "Shut up."
She rolled over on top of him, straddling him, and he put his hands on her bare thighs. "So, are you okay with this? Did it weird you out?"
He gave her a skeptical look. "What do you think? Why would it possibly weird me out?"
"No need to be sarcastic. I just really want to know if you're okay with this."
Scott sighed. "Lauren, you're beautiful, Amy's beautiful, you both seemed to know what you were doing, so... I can hardly complain. I might have even enjoyed it a little," he finished, deadpan.
Lauren smirked. "I know for a fact you did. I heard what the two of you got up to last night after you thought I was asleep."
"You heard that?" Scott asked, his eyes wide.
She nodded. "It sounded like you had a good time."
"Yeah, so, one more thing in common, neither of you let me get any sleep," Scott said. "You know, what makes you think this insane scheme of yours is going to work, anyway?"
"What scheme?"
"Keeping Amy from having sex with Ian by..." Scott shrugged. "Well, you know what."
"You can do it, but you can't say it," Lauren teased.
"Shut up, Lauren. Anyway, what's going to keep Ian from wanting to have sex with Amy? He's technically still a teenager, you know. So is she."
"I don't know," Lauren said with a shrug, trying to dismiss the sudden discomfort she felt. What she was doing was, by any measure, deeply dishonest, even if she had good intentions. "Don't worry. I can take care of Ian. I'm sure I'll think of something."
"Yeah, well, just don't call me if you need any help with that. My good will only goes so far."
Lauren giggled. "Rest easy. Now, on to more interesting things." She climbed on top of him, pressing her naked body against his. "Now that I have you all to myself, what am I going to do with you?"
Scott smiled. "I'm sure you'll think of something."
* * *
Downstairs, Amy poured coffee for three into cups. She had put on her white blouse, half-buttoned, and nothing else. The chill air of the morning made her shiver a bit, and she looked across the quiet, empty room. She thought of the previous night, and how she'd tried to convince Scott to have sex with her right there at the kitchen table. Despite the strange, thrilling events of the previous night, she was glad that things had gone differently.
She took a moment to sip her coffee, wrapping her hands around the cup to warm them. She thought with some amusement that she now had a first-time story she doubted she could tell many people. She might be able to tell her best friend Sadie -- who probably wouldn't believe her -- but having your first time with your mother's boyfriend, with your mother present, was not something many people would understand.
Ian certainly wouldn't. The thought sobered her momentarily -- she had been certain for the longest time that Ian would be her first, but now that was an impossibility. The thought generated less regret than she had thought it might. She liked Ian, maybe even loved him a little, but he had been cruel and insensitive to her, and Scott had been as gentle and considerate a first lover as she could possibly have asked for.
As for her mother being there -- well, that was both exhilirating and comforting; the thrilling taboo and the easy familiarity at the same time.
Perhaps the most arousing and confusing thing of all was that despite her nervousness, Amy had loved having her mother's hands on her -- enjoyed seeing her naked body, wanted more of her touch. She recalled the kiss they'd shared when she'd orgasmed, and her heart sped up a little at the thought. She knew it was wrong, but at the same time, she'd enjoyed it. She wondered if Lauren had enjoyed it too, and a slow curiosity began to burn in her. Could she go further? Would her mother want to go further? How far could they go?
The thought opened up strange, breathtaking possibilities in her mind, and she smiled into her coffee. Amy had the feeling she was at the beginning of some great adventure.
* * *
Amy padded upstairs, carrying three coffee cups awkwardly. She'd left the door to Scott's upstairs bedroom open, and when she approached, she heard murmurs and stirring within. She put her back against the door and slowly pushed it open with her body, careful not to spill.
Scott and Lauren were in bed, making love. Lauren was on top of Scott, her hands on his chest, rhythmically rocking back and forth. The sun streamed in through the window, throwing dappled light across their bodies.
Lauren saw Amy and started, giving a soft yelp. "Amy! We thought you left."
"I went to get coffee," Amy said, and held up the cups. "See? Coffee."
"Oh, you're amazing," Lauren said. Scott responded to her diverted attention by thrusting up inside her, and Lauren quivered and gave a soft moan.
