Ann Ch. 17

Wednesday morning came too soon. We talked and fondled until late, so I was sleepy when Jen's phone beeped. We stayed a few minutes more in bed, hugging, and getting ready to put some feet on the floor. Then Rosie went for the shower, and I went to the kitchen to nuke a few buns in the microwave as we had forgotten to take them out in the evening to thaw. On my way to the bathroom, I saw our toys from the previous evening scattered all over the living room floor. I picked them up and tossed them on the bed before I went to the shower with the girls. We had been too busy doing nothing the evening before - luckily, Jen remembered to remove our collars before we slept.

In the shower, I checked the water temperature with my hand before I went in, remembering my painful Sunday morning with hot water on my fresh stripes from the caning. The water was lukewarm, and I entered without feeling any pain, only a slight discomfort. I had looked at my back in the mirror in the entryway, and it was hard to spot that I had been whipped so much last night. Rosie was red on her back after the shower, and I was as well, but not alarmingly red. Jen had pushed a finger on my buttock and watched the color contrast when she removed it again.

"Not bad, you will live."

"Thank You, Mistress. I really enjoyed last night. Made my skin tingle as much as my clit."

I hugged her tight.

"I am glad you liked it. Because if you didn't, there will be days you will hate."

"I don't think I will hate anything you do. But please, don't see it as a challenge."

"That's up to me to decide."

I got a wide smile, and Rosie hugged me from behind. I turned to return the hug before we went for breakfast.

We discussed our climbing that evening and made dinner plans. Jen had discussed it with Bitch, and I would make a bunch of sandwiches for us to eat while we were there. If we wanted more, we would stop at the cafe where I met May when we came back.

I was allowed the least baggy jeans of my own that day, and a white blouse I hadn't seen before. Jenny had been shopping for clothes on her own and didn't want to listen to my complaints:

"You have agreed to wear what I decide, right?"

I nodded.

"Then don't complain. I like to see you in different clothes, and if you complain too much, I will dress you in a way that will leave you thankful as long as your clothes aren't tight, skimpy, and translucent."

I got a wide smile again, and I knew that she'd never dress me according to her threat, though I was sure that she'd likely challenge me a little bit from time to time. Deep inside, I think I was looking forward to that.

On my way to work, I could feel that the skin on my ass had been treated with a whip the night before. It wasn't bad, but a nice reminder. I would have expected my bra would give me problems too, pressing on sore skin, but that was not an issue.

At work, Jeannette suddenly said:

"I haven't seen that blouse before. Is it new?"

I felt I blushed.

"Yes, it is a... gift from Jenny. She wanted me to wear something else than my usual outfit."

"How right she is. I like that blouse. The sleeves are nice."

"The sleeves?"

I looked down. Yes, the sleeves were wide, but the cuffs at my wrist were normal-sized. That gave an air of a harem style, but not too much. Later, in the restroom, I posed in front of the mirror and found that I liked that blouse; it was probably my first garment in a real feminine cut, apart from the set I bought for my first date, which was more classic in style. I texted Jen as I came back to my desk:

"Hi, love! Again, thanks for the blouse. My cellmate liked it, and I admired myself in the mirror just now. You are the best!"

I added a couple of red hearts and an animated kiss. Ten minutes later, I got two red hearts with a thumbs up in between.

The rest of the day was quite uneventful, except for the few messages I got from Rosie. The first was a kiss, and the words "I love you". I replied with a similar message. The next came half an hour later; another kiss. I smiled, and Jeannette asked me about what was going on. I showed her my phone screen.

"You really got an admirer there. Is it the redhead?"

I nodded. Then my phone beeped again. She had sent me a link. I opened it, expecting something with hearts and flowers, but no, it was not. It was a link to some online recipes.

"More love from Rosie?"

"No, recipes for Chicken Masala and a chicken salad. I didn't expect her to go all in; for the last week, she's been helping me cook. Now she asks if she can cook under my supervision one of the next days."

"Let her try. The best way to learn is to fail a bit from time to time."

"I know, and I find it cute that she wants to try on her own already."

I didn't mention that it might come in handy if I were tied up for a prolonged time one day.

I needed to shop for sandwich ingredients after work, and I greeted Sue when she rang up my stuff. It had never struck my mind to establish social relations with strangers in that way. Of course, I had greeted the cashier back home, but I knew him; his nephew sat behind me in the classroom. After I met Jen and Rosie, I had less time to charge my batteries in solitude, and I knew that I needed that. Perhaps I should run alone instead of together with the girls, or find other things to do by myself. As for then, I had moments at work and my transport time to relax. I needed more.

Back home, I greeted Jenny and took off my clothes. I went to the kitchen to make sandwiches for six; one of the girls we knew from the gym would be coming too. She was a teacher and had a history at the university with the climbing facilities. Bitch would bring the beverages, so I packed my rucksack with sandwiches. I enjoyed making the sandwiches alone--another way to recharge--and perhaps I should appreciate that Rosie sometimes aspired to take my place. I would talk to them to get more time for myself.

Rosie came home, and we had time for a mug of coffee on the couch before we left. We agreed to change into sports clothes from home and bring our street clothes. Then we would save some time when we arrived. Rosie got a nail clipper and shortened my nails. She and Jen had already done that.

"It takes a week or two to grow a short nail out, but double the time for a broken nail."

I filed where needed, and soon, we were dressed and ready to go.

I ended up in the back seat, and we stopped 8 or 9 streets away to pick up our last passenger. I had met her in the gym, but I wasn't sure of her name; it wasn't familiar to me.

"Hi Ann, we met in the gym. You remember me?"

She was kind and smiling. I was a bit ashamed that I couldn't remember her name.

"Hi! I remember you. I'm sorry, but I must have misplaced your name. Sha...?"

"It is pronounced Shivawn. Stress the last part. It is spelled S-i-o-b-h-a-n. My ancestors are from Ireland. Irish names are often a curse you have for Life."

"Oh, I am sorry."

"Don't be. Friends call me Sha. It is easier. My students use that too. And you are new in the gym?"

"I am new everywhere. Moved in with Jen and Rosie a few weeks ago. The best thing that has happened to me since I had my tonsils removed as a kid."

She laughed.

"Many girls envy you."

"Really? Rumors are running fast. Are you with the other girl at the gym? You arrived together."

"Alice? No. Well, perhaps sort of. We are close friends, and both of us are deadstock. That's why we found each other. But we are stubborn enough to keep on trying to find partners."

She took her blue cap off and slid her fingers through her short, brown hair.

"Deadstock? No one wants you?"

"We have had partners, but with a weird sexuality, it is hard to find a partner that meets all the required parameters."

"Weird? I have read a lot about different sex habits. But can it be too weird to find a partner? Please educate me."

She smiled and paused, perhaps half a minute. I could see that she was thinking. I apologized and said that it wasn't important.

"Nono, it is alright. Alice and I are very different. She is a Princess. That's what she calls it. Her ideal partner should be serving her in every way, knowing what she wants before she has to mention it. Everything should be ready when she comes from work, and she doesn't want to move a finger. She wants to be adored and worshipped all the time. Dinner shall be served, she wants to be bathed, dressed, made up, everything. I am a sub, but not that kind of sub."

"What are your kinks then?"

"I am into humiliation. I am a brat, too, and I love to provoke until unmentionable things happen to me. One of my fantasies is to be handcuffed naked to a bench in a park, having to endure people staring, from dusk to dawn. Or I am left in a fitting room in a shop without a stitch to wear and no money to buy clothes. Humiliation, exhibitionism, that kind of thing. But as a teacher in an elementary school, I would lose my job if it were known. Alice and I have tried to make things happen between us, but we are probably not fit for each other. OK, the sex is good, but the kinky stuff won't work."

"Sorry to hear that."

"When that is said, I suspect that Alice is working something out. I had her for dinner yesterday, and - well - we made love as we have done before. And look what she must have done before she left this morning."

Siobhan held her foot up. I saw a leg in long gym tights, a black sock with white dots, and a white and red trainer. Then she held her other foot up: A similar sight, but the sock was black with two white stripes.

"That was the best match I could find. She has stolen one sock from each pair, except the black socks and the white ones. I have several pairs of them, or had. Now there is only one black and one white."

"It seems like she is sending you a message."

"Hell yes, and it doesn't end there. She's stolen half of my earrings too."

"Stolen is a hard word here."

"I know. I need to think of retaliation. We'll meet at the Sister's Society on Friday. I need to learn some foot massage before then. I can be a brat at other times, but Friday is dedicated to Alice the Princess."

"And if a student points out your non-matching socks?"

"Then I can claim that it is meant to be that way. And that I have another pair like that at home."

I laughed. In all their despair, they had probably found a way to be together and meet halfway. It would be interesting to see their relationship develop.

As we had talked, Jen had been driving out of town. I enjoyed the sight of fields and forests as we came further away from the city and the coast. Soon, a sign told us that Statesboro was nearby, and Jen left the interstate and followed a state highway the last ten miles to the campus. We were ten minutes early for our time slot, and after a few minutes, Bitch and Bimbo arrived on their bike. We went inside, and after a shoe change (and Bitch and Bimbo got rid of their bike suits), we entered the hall. I hadn't imagined that it was that big. We were older than those finishing their climbing, but some of them knew Siobhan and greeted us. Siobhan came with a bunch of nylon webbing and such, and it appeared that it was the harnesses that we were supposed to wear. Jen and Rosie found a harness in my size and helped me with the straps and buckles. I felt a bit exposed having a tight, padded belt around my waist and straps sitting almost tight around my thighs. Bitch came over and controlled my buckles.

"Everything is double-checked here. And when you are hanging on the rope, it feels like this."

She grabbed the loop in front of my harness and lifted me. I didn't have time to adapt and hung helplessly in the harness, which felt like an uncomfortable seat. Bitch lowered me and I found the ground with my feet and shortly after that, my balance. I got a broad and white smile from Bitch and she claimed that I was ready for instruction.

After a few dos and don'ts, Rosie set my hair up as she had done when we were swimming. Jenny and Bimbo did each other. Rosie, Bitch and Siobhan had short hair, so they wouldn't face the danger having hair pulled out because it got stuck somewhere.

"When you climb, the most important thing is balance. Watch Jen."

Bitch fed the end of a rope through something she called a brake, and clipped it in her harness with a carabiner. Jenny tied the other end of the rope to the loop in her harness, and after a mutual control, Jen began climbing, while Bitch pulled the tail rope through her brake and explained how Jen did as she did and why. I knew I was next, and tried to remember it all.

Jen reached the top and stood like Superman, with her feet on the wall and her body horizontal. Bitch let the rope run through the brake at a controlled speed while Jen walked backward down the wall. It looked fun, and soon Jen was down and untied the rope. She taught me how to tie it in the loop on my harness, and soon I was standing in front of that immense high wall. There were holds all over, and soon I had left the ground and tried to do what I was told: keep my balance, navel close to the wall, feet for weight, arms for balance, and so on. My weird shoes felt strange for climbing, but they had good friction. Suddenly, I didn't get a firm grip on a hold, and I fell. I didn't even have time to scream before I was hanging on the rope. It was a bit scary, but as I hung close to the wall, I got my hands and feet on the holds and continued. Once in a while, Bitch gave me advice on where to stand or grip, and soon I was up near the top.

"You are doing fine!"

Rosie was tied in a rope next to mine and had reached my level on my right side. She came so close that she could kiss me on the cheek, and then she disappeared up to the right. I fought my way up, and soon it was my turn to sit in my harness and walk down the wall. That was both fun and scary.

We climbed in turns. Rosie and I were climbing, and the others were belaying too. You need a certification to do that. Jenny claimed that she wasn't fond of flat girls. I understood the pun: Jen liked big tits and would keep us from falling. I got the hang of the knot I had to tie, and when we needed a rest later, Bitch were climbing with Jen belaying. Bitch's aim was to use the red holds only, and more than halfway up, she had to jump for the next hold. She succeeded, but five feet further up, her next jump failed, and she fell.

Weighing a little more than the half of Bitch, Jen left the ground and met Bitch halfway up. She made an elegant sidestep to avoid bouncing into Bitch when she passed, and when the speed had slowed enough, she gave rope and lowered herself to the ground where Bitch was standing now, laughing. They had obviously done that before and enjoyed the tricks gravity could make.

I unpacked our sandwiches, and Bimbo had a bag full of cold water bottles. As we ate, Siobhan asked me how I found climbing. I enjoyed it big time and thanked her for the opportunity to try this sport.

"If you want to try bouldering, we can do that too. It is over there. It is not high. We don't need ropes for that. You can try, but be prepared for a fall or two into the foam pit. You need technique and strength."

And of course, we tried bouldering. It was the same as climbing, but you had to pass protruding sections as if you were climbing in a room with the holds on the ceiling and cupboards. Of course, I fell quite a few times into the deep pit with foam bricks, but not as much as I had expected. It was fun too, and Siobhan asked me how I did so well. I guessed it was because I was raised on a dairy farm. If the power was lost, we had to milk by hand, and that gave strong finger muscles for Life. She asked for a solid handshake and regretted that immediately.

"Wow! Jen, you have married Rambo!"

I laughed. That was my favorite one-liner from 'True Lies'. I shrugged my shoulders and replied:

"Chefs do that."

Siobhan laughed after a few seconds:

"A long kiss goodnight. You know your one-liners!"

"I remember a few. I'd like to know more, but I keep forgetting them."

Bitch came over and challenged me on a route on the big overhang on the boulder wall, and we climbed in turns, having five attempts each. I did well, but only once I came further than Bitch. Of course, she won, but I wasn't far behind. I held my hand out and she took it.

"Thanks for the challenge."

"Likewise. You got a fine second place."

"And you came in second last. Good performance."

I got a punch on my shoulder, one of those Bimbo got when she made one of her silly remarks. It really hurt, not a pretend-to-be punch. I smiled at her:

"Thanks. Save them for Bimbo, won't ya?"

"Sorry, but it was so tempting."

"It's alright. I can stand it. Should have seen it coming."

I hugged her to emphasize that we understood each other.

I needed a break. Mentally. I caught Jen's eyes and signalled the T for a time break. She nodded. I turned around and sat on a bench at the side wall. I leaned back and watched the girls commence climbing again. Rosie was first, and when she reached the top and hung in the harness, waiting for Jen to give rope, Jenny just stood watching.

"Aren't you getting me down, Jen?"

"I just want to enjoy the sight. I have always been a boob girl, but with that harness digging into your waist, you have an ass to die for!"

I looked up and she was right. Seen from below, her waist was impossible narrow, and her booty looked like it was ready to bite. To the right, Bimbo was about to descent too, and showed a similar butt. I knew that I had been showing my butt too, and felt my cheeks getting warm. It was new to me, and I hadn't been thinking this through. I had found out I loved showing off to my girlfriends in private, but that moment, I was caught off guard. Suddenly I wanted to show my butt again, and rose to stand in line. Siobhan took the rope from Bimbo, and I helped Rosie untie herself and tied myself in. After a thorough check from Jen, she called out 'Ready'. I replied and began climbing. I was a bit exhausted from the boulder wall, misjudged a jump, and fell. After a foot or two in free fall, I was caught by the rope and hung with my ass on display. Nice feeling. Jen let me hang for a while before she began to lower me.

"I know you are ogling me!"

"Oh, yes, I am. I love that derriere."

She stopped my descent, and both she and Rosie stood discussing and commenting my butt. When Bimbo added a few remarks, I asked to be lowered.

"But why? You are fine there, and very pretty too!"

I sighed.

"I need to pee, and if I do that, gravity will be against you wenches."

I was lowered a bit more. I realized that they could reach me now, and I felt fingers caress my pussy through my clothes.

"Too bad it isn't allowed to climb naked."

I felt probing fingers all over my butt, and finally, I was lowered so I could reach the ground with my toes. I couldn't take the weight off the rope to untie myself.

"Could I have half a foot of rope more, please?"

"But you are down now."

"Not completely. And I still need to pee. Please, Mistress, can I go?"

"That was better. Of course you can. Help yourself."

I was lowered the last few inches and could untie myself. I removed the harness and headed for the restroom.

"Remember a harness check when you come back!"

Jen called after me, and I waved at her. Of course. Trust is good, but control is better.

Rosie had shed her harness too and hurried after me.

"You don't need to follow. I got permission to go alone."

"But I need to go too."

"Great. I miss your company when I pee at work. I have gotten used to holding hands when I pee."

Rosie took my hand and squeezed it.

When we returned to the hall, Jenny and Bitch were enjoying themselves, while Siobhan was belaying Bimbo. We wouldn't be there much longer, and Rosie pulled me over to the boulder wall. We took the easy section with the good holds and climbed side by side, sometimes so close that we could exchange a kiss.

"No fucking in the foam pit!"

Jen had seen us from the wall. We laughed, and then I fell. As I began the tedious crawling to the edge, I felt Rosie fall into the foam behind me. I knew she would attack me to provoke Jen, so I hurried to the edge and soon sat there, watching Rosie struggle her way out of the pit. She ended up beside me, and we hugged and kissed.

"I told you!"

Jen had seen us from above.

"We are not in the pit!"

Rosie shouted back.

"Your feet are. One demerit each!"

I was glad it was my first. What if it were number five? Would I receive a punishment right here? I wondered how many demerits Rosie had. I asked her and she had one, like me. She hadn't gotten any since she returned home the previous Friday.

The other girls were tired too, and we stopped climbing. We shed our gym clothes in the changing room and had a short shower. Rosie and I toweled Jen, and when we did each other, Jen unpacked the bag with our street clothes. I got my thong and bra, and the blouse I had been wearing all day. No problem. But then I saw what was waiting for me: No jeans! It was a skirt, a long one. It was black with white polka dots, reaching a few inches above my ankles. There was no point in complaining; I had agreed to let Jen choose my clothes, and she probably hadn't brought a backup. It wasn't that bad, just unfamiliar. I emphasized her right to decide by giving her a hug and a kiss. She cupped my butt with her hands, and I felt the satin lining slide over my buttocks. It was a nice feeling. I whispered:

"Thank you, Mistress!"

I got another hug in return. When we ended that, Rosie stood in line to hug and fondle me.

Surprisingly, I enjoyed the feeling of the long skirt when we left. I held my rucksack with all our stuff, except the gym clothes, shoes, and wet towels. By the car, Rosie gave Bimbo the bag with her pink skirt, and we parted with Bitch and Bimbo with the usual hugs and kisses. They headed home, while Jen and Siobhan wanted to go to May's cafe. Rosie and I agreed, so we entered the car and Jen drove off. Exhausted from the climbing, I fell asleep before we hit the highway, and I woke up when we were almost at the cafe. I turned to Siobhan:

"Sorry, I slept. I needed that."

"It's alright, I did too. Nothing as exhausting as mountain air."

I smiled at her while Jen found a parking place. I had forgotten that I was wearing a long skirt and fought with it as I left the car. Jenny watched me, smiling. In the cafe, we got the last vacant table, and I went to order coffee for us all. I had forgotten my phone with my credit card in the cover, so I returned to the table to get it from my backpack. As I came back, May had put the cups on a tray:

"Here you are. Been out with the girls?"

"Yes, we've been out of town, climbing. It was nice and new to me."

"Jen is an expert in finding things to do in her leisure time. Sometimes I miss that."

"Would it be too weird for you to join us?

"I do sometimes, but I am low on staff, so I work too much. And when I have some time off, I want to be with my wife."

"Of course. Thanks."

I paid and took the tray to our table.

We sat chatting - that is, they talked. I was still low on batteries and just sat listening. Suddenly, a whirlwind came in our direction. From that, Sarah and Louise appeared and took a chair each from another table to sit at the end of our table.

"Hi!"

"Hi Sarah Louise! What's up?"

Jen was smiling as she knew what their mission was.

"Well, we thought... you are partying this Friday night. Right?"

"Yes, we are. Something special on your mind?"

Jenny teased them by acting ignorant.

"Could we... borrow a key?"

"Oh, good, I brought our spare keys."

Jen took the key ring with the keys from her bag and slid it across the table toward Sarah Louise at the other end. I slammed my flat hand on the table, trapping the keys underneath it. They looked at me with concern.

"I don't think it is the best idea."

Sarah Louise looked puzzled, and Jenny was about to show anger, taking a deep breath. I reached into the front pocket of my backpack and took the spare set of keys to my apartment.

"I think this is a better idea."

I slid the keys the last two feet to Sarah Louise, the keys clattering against the table's surface, the red heart gleaming brightly in the lights. They still sat there staring, with their mouths open. I explained:

"You know the buildings. My apartment is located in the back, door 404. Top floor, Jones on the door. Keep the keys, they are yours for now."

I took the note I had prepared and laid it in front of them:

This is my contact info. Please let me know at least a day in advance when you will be there, and share your contact info as well. Sometimes I might need to pick something up, and I'll inform you. There are clean sheets on the bed and more in the drawer I have left open. If you change the sheets, please let me know so we can wash the old ones. In the first top drawer of the kitchen, I've placed some snacks for you to enjoy while studying, and there are a few sodas in the fridge. When they're gone, you'll need to restock on your own. No smoking, no other guests, no parties, and please don't move in. If you part - God forbid - I want the keys back. Oh, and find a watertight explanation for your parents.

They still sat with their mouths open, not really comprehending what was going on. A hand grabbed my jaw and forced me to turn my head towards Jen. She had leaned over, and now she forced me into a deep kiss.

"You know... you are a good person."

"Well, I expect you to make me scream Friday night, and I don't like to scare the girls."

"Excuses, excuses. You are one of a kind."

Sarah and Louise had finally realized what was going on and hugged me big time. No kisses. Louise asked if they could make a quick check of the premises that evening.

"Of course. Tonight and Friday are booked. Just write me when you leave Saturday if you stay the day."

"We'll warn you, and write when we arrive and when we leave. That's the least we can do. Thank you, thank you!"

With a big smile on their faces, they left hand in hand, waving goodbye as they passed the doorway.

Rosie and Siobhan had been watching what had happened. Now, Rosie rose and came to my side of the table. She placed an index finger under my chin. I lifted my head, but the pressure continued. I obeyed the demand and stood, and Rosie embraced me in the tightest hug I had gotten that day. It lasted for a long time, and we just stood there, moving slightly to the rhythm of the background music. Rosie kissed my neck below my ear and whispered that she was proud of me.

I saw our cup of coffee as a kind of aftercare. I had enjoyed myself with the climbing and was still kind of high on it. I had done things I'd never thought of, and had moved some of my limits about heights and trusting people. Siobhan told me that they usually climb once a month or so. She had spent a few years at that university, and since she finished as an elementary school teacher, PE had been one of her favorites. She had maintained her contacts with the campus, and an hour in a car each way wasn't a problem.

Now we had had our coffee, and as we were tired, we got ready to leave. Siobhan lived in the neighborhood, so she didn't want a ride. She left us with her small sports bag on her back, and we cleared the table and headed for Jen's car. Back home, I was yawning on my way up the stairs, but as soon as we had locked the door behind us and shed our clothing, another feeling substituted my tiredness: I was horny. Too many hugs and kisses had worked me up, and now I was alone with my girlfriends. I liked that expression: My Girlfriends.

"Ann first!"

I looked puzzled at Rosie. Me first? For what?

"A massage. You will need it more than we do. You will be sore tomorrow, but we can take the peak of it."

"Last time I got a massage, I ended up in a gang bang."

"I cannot promise anything, but some will define a gang bang as sex between more than two."

I hadn't thought about it that way. I was having a gang bang every day! I had learned to accept promiscuous behavior very fast.

Jenny had got a cotton sheet, and as she spread it onto the bed, Rosie popped the lid of the bottle with almond oil.

"Jump in. On your stomach."

I did, and the girls did my calves and the back of my thighs. I had been through it before, so I tried to remember what they did; I probably had to reciprocate their kindness.

"You will probably feel it tomorrow, but now we have done our best to ease your day. Shoulders next, and then it's Rosie's turn."

It was a short session, but effective. I was relaxed when I left the bed for Rosie to take my place, and with some advice from Jen - and a correction or two - I helped her massage Rosie. Jenny came last, and I felt more confident now, digging my fingers into her muscles. With nothing else to do, our efforts ended up including erotic massage, and gradually, our massage had turned into genuine sex. Muscle zones had been treated, and the erogenous zones came next. Lips, tongue, and teeth came into action too, and as we turned Jen onto her back, there was no doubt about where this would end. We kept every caress in the light end, almost on the back burner, and Jen's breathing was still slow and deep, though deeper than usual. We did everything we could think of, but not in any coordination, so at one point, Rosie was licking her breasts all over, while I was nibbling on her ear. Next, I licked her inner thighs while Rosie sucked her fingers. No part of her body escaped from our caresses, except her clit and pussy; we saved those for later.

I had never thought it arousing to lick another woman's underarms, the back of her knees, or her armpits, but if the context is right, it is enthralling. In a silent agreement, we kept Jen in a safe distance of her orgasm, but as we kept her horny, she became more and more aroused. I wasn't unfazed myself, and once, when I changed my position to reach other parts of our Mistress, I happened to slide my fingers over Rosie and her pussy. My fingers got dripping wet. Rosie did the same to me, and again in a silent agreement, we fed our wet fingers to Jen. She took them in her mouth:

"Mmmmm. Nice, thanks. But did I permit you to touch yourself?"

"No, Mistress. But we touched each other."

"Alright, this time I'll let it pass."

"Thank You, Mistress."

I wanted to lick her clit and pussy, but I let Rosie decide our progress that evening. Of course, that ended up with Rosie licking her pussy. Jen was on her back by then, so it was not possible to reach her rear hole. I began kissing her instead, letting my tongue play with hers. I stopped once in a while, letting the tip of my tongue run around her mouth and avoiding my Mistress' tongue until I had been at least five times around her mouth with detours over her nose and around her chin. At that point, Jen was breathing heavily. I felt Rosie's hand in mine, and the two squeezes she gave me indicated that it was time. I left Jen's mouth and focused on her breasts, but as her breathing got more and more ragged, she grabbed my hair and forced my head up for another kiss. Soon, she screamed her orgasm into my mouth as she had done before, and I still found it arousing and life-affirming.

Jenny was completely spent, and just lay there, holding our hands. I was still aroused, but it was eclipsed by the satisfaction that I had done a good job of getting my Mistress off. I looked at Rosie, hoping that she felt the same way. She looked aroused, but a bit exhausted too. We smiled at each other, and she said with a sigh:

"I hope you are fine, but I am spent. I am out of energy."

"Me too. It was wonderful, but could we make love tomorrow instead?"

"If Jen allows us."

She leaned over to kiss me, and we cuddled with Jen. It was a strange but nice feeling being physically aroused but mentally satisfied. I cuddled up to Jen, feeling a warm and calm sensation in my stomach.

"Sorry to interrupt, but we need to brush our teeth, and there are wet towels in the bag."

Jen was always the one who remembered things and kept us stuck to our plans. She was a practical-minded girl and a control freak, too.

"Party pooper! I'll take the towels."

I rose and kissed my girlfriends before I sorted out the wet gym gear. I finished my bathroom routine and got permission from Jenny to use the toilet with assistance from Rosie. I left her to brush her teeth and snuggled in bed with Jenny. I had kissed her a few times when she stopped me:

"Alright, I need to go too."

With a kiss on my cheek, she left me. How long she was in the bathroom with Rosie was unknown to me, because I was sound asleep before they returned.