A Place To Crash 3: Kat Gets Her's

Part 3 picks up immediately where part 2 left off. As established, all characters are over 18 years old.

"I know what this group needs -- an evening walk!" Deborah shouted and snapped her fingers, standing above me and Kat, the two of us still cuddling on the couch. Our levels of mental vigor and vim were still a few notches below Deborah's.

"It'll be good for us, to get a little sun before it goes down. We've been silly little vampires all day," Deborah said. Kat just rubbed her face up against my neck, feline and affectionate. "C'mon," Deborah continued, "If we're gonna give Zee a lil refractory pause, I gotta at least move around a bit. Otherwise I might literally start fucking myself with that broom handle or something."

My vision blurred; I was squinting like I'd just woken up, trying to catch a clear sight of Deborah, and looking past her around the room.

Everything looked different now, now that one of my most primal fantasies had been fulfilled. My wallpaper, the sunlight, my second-hand refrigerator; each, regardless of the particular object I gazed at, looked different as seen through the eyes of a new man. Checking a fantasy off the proverbial list, there was almost a melancholy about it, a sense of loss of a key feature of an old self and a new uncertainty of how to proceed..."almost" being the operative word here, as the melancholy was, to be sure, far outweighed by the not unpleasant burning sensation tingling over my recently emptied cum-containers, the memories of the techniques these lovelies had just used to drain them enough to raise stirrings in my rod already. Yes, these two beauties' mouths had feasted on my manhood and lapped up my splattered seed. That memory would be mine to keep, whatever happened next.

And indeed, more was likely about to happen, I realized, snapping back to the present moment, so it was time to focus.

"Yeah I hear," I said, pushing myself up from the couch as I processed what Deborah had said on a bit of a delay. Kat tried tugging me back down by the shoulders, making a pouty face. "Must be tough for you, Deb," I said, "you haven't gotten off in like what, 16 hours?"

"Hey now!" Deborah said, trying to look shocked and offended through her laughter as she playfully clawed at my shoulder with her nails. I gave her naked rear-end an open-handed smack. I surprised myself a bit with my willingness to tease her like that, especially in front of Kat. But I guess a two-mouth dick sucking does something to boost a man's confidence.

"C'mon c'mon," Deborah said, as she offered Kat both of her hands and pulled her upright.

I took in the sight of the two of them: side by side, each completely nude, eyeballing the floor around them and idly planning the clothes they would wear, more exposed skin than my brain seemed capable of processing, each of their bodies with its own unique colors and contours and exquisite curves. Deborah opted for the dress she'd had on the previous day, unzipping it and stepping into it one foot at a time and pulling the straps over her shoulders, no bra or panties underneath, her biceps tensing as she gripped each of her voluminous tits and wrested them into the dress's cups until they settled with lovely little jiggles. Kat threw on the Adidas shirt and panties she'd had on earlier, then wriggled her way into a pair of tight jean-shorts, hopping as though with glee until they snuggled around her taut posterior.

"Any clothes for you ZeeZee?" Deborah said. "Or are you looking to give these Brooklynites a little show?"

"Uh, right, sorry. Was just... ogling a bit." Deborah smiled at me and bit her lip, while Kat, I happened to notice, was watching Deborah with some sharp, unspoken intent. While I got dressed with the clothes I'd left on the floor, I watched out of the corner of my peripheral as Kat motioned Deborah to walk with her towards the door, putting a bit more distance between myself and the two of them. I feigned full concentration on fixing an errant zipper while doing my best to observe their interaction.

When they got to the door, Kat suddenly planted a quick, loud kiss on Deborah's lips, Deborah evincing obvious shock. Kat then held Deborah by the cheek and whispered something lengthy into her ear. Deborah's expression abruptly morphed into one of concern; she pulled her head back to look Kat in the eyes. They continued to whisper to each other back and forth, Deborah looking more serious than I'd yet seen her, Kat maintaining her warmth, but with a stern air to it.

Intrigued, I couldn't quite make out what they were saying; at one point, while Kat was speaking, Deborah had both of her hands over her own heart and was nodding her head intently. Towards the end of their tête-à-tête, I thought I could make out Deborah saying "Really Kat? Are you sure?" and Kat, smiling, replying with something like "Absolutely. Just don't forget."

Kat then leaned in for another kiss, this one slow and sensual, and with lots of tongue from both of them. Pulling away, and looking back at Kat, Deborah said, "Okay," as a smile -- seemingly of relief -- returned to her face, and they returned to me, thus concluding their special little private/public conversation thing that only old friends are capable of.

"Zepp," Deborah said, pointing at Kat with both index fingers, "you're a very lucky man."

I looked up at them as I zipped up my sweater. "Don't I know it," I replied, doing my best not to reveal any sign I'd been eavesdropping.

"Well then, Tallyho!" Deborah declared, galloping out the apartment door as Kat and I followed, holding hands in a clasp.

Whatever Kat had said to Deborah seemed to ultimately revert her spirits back to her chipper self; I decided not to say anything, at least for the time being.

Deborah waited for us at the top of the staircase, where, upon meeting her, she held my other hand, as the three of us walked down the stairs together, through the foyer, and out onto the street.

Despite the gray sky, the sunlight was blinding. Adjusting to the light and taking in the sight of the neighborhood I'd lived in for years prompted another dizzying reality adjustment of the whole experience for me, another attempt to catch up to the fact that the events of the day had really transpired, that I wasn't literally dreaming.

As we walked together hands in hands -- Deborah pulling us forward by lightly skipping -- I steered us down Union Street towards Prospect Park. Two middle-aged men walked by, both of them craning their heads to look at us.

It was only then that I realized what an eye-catching image we must have been to any onlooker; me dressed like I'd just woken up, hand-in-hand with two absolute bombshells, their clothing unmatching and their hair frayed and disheveled. I could only imagine what was going through these men's heads when they saw us, sure they couldn't possibly imagine the truth: that a load of my cum that a mere twenty minutes ago was building up in my balls was currently being digested in both of their tight little tummies. What would their reaction be if I were to tell them this, right then and there? Pure disbelief? Shock? Arousal? Jealousy? It was this thought, for whatever animalistic reason, that gave my dick another unmistakable back-to-life stir.

We rounded the corner of Union and Prospect Park Ave. and I saw the falafel spot I sometimes go to for lunch.

"Anyone need a bite? On me?" I asked.

"No thanks," said Kat. "That brunch was plenty. And we have lots of leftovers; I can always snack later."

"Yeah same," said Deborah. "Plus, that late afternoon protein snack should hold me over for a while." She let go of my hand as she said this and grabbed my package through my sweatpants. My already swollen member grew further under her hand as she briefly massaged it with her fingertips.

"Wow Kat, this isn't gonna take long at all!" she said. Kat gave my hand a double squeeze.

As we walked into the park, Deborah started trotting ahead of us, heading towards Prospect Park Dog Beach, where various people had brought their dogs to play and swim. She darted directly towards a small rottweiler, rubbing both of her hands behind its ears and yelling "who's the cutest!" right into its face without even so much as looking at its owner. Kat and I sat on a rock on the other side of the lake's opening.

It felt nice to have a moment with Kat to myself. I put my arm around her delicate shoulders and pulled her towards me.

"What a weekend," I said, simply and stupidly.

"Right?" she said. We shared a look of sheer disbelief before we both burst out laughing. I pulled her closer and kissed the top of her head.

"So," I said, pausing to approach this carefully. "What was that little exchange you and Deborah had? Back at the apartment there?"

Kat's posture straightened as she squinted and held back a smirk.

"Why do you ask, ZeeZee?" she said slyly.

"Look," I said. "It seemed like it may have been some serious girl talk stuff. And things have... moved quickly. I realize I... well, Deborah and myself... I just wanted to check in with you, make sure everything is good. Because I don't want you to feel like..."

She gave a warm smile and rested a hand on my shoulder, cutting me off. "Everything is great, okay Zee?" She paused; sensing this was important, I waited, giving her time to formulate her thoughts.

"It's just, Deborah, left to her devices, she can get a bit out of control. Sometimes she needs to be... reined in? Put back in line?"

I smiled and watched Kat, patiently waiting for her to continue. She looked like she had more to say, but was looking for a way to be comfortable saying it.

"I mean look," Kat said, "Deborah overstepped. Right? She overstepped. And she knows that. I just need to make sure she doesn't forget."

"Forget that...?"

Kat smiled as she shifted her weight on the rock.

"That I'm willing to share you a bit. Like a semi-loan. But that you're still mine. Mine to share! Right?" Her face went flush after she spoke; I smiled ear to ear and gave her a big kiss on the mouth.

"Yes Kat, of course I feel the same way."

"Good."

In the distance I saw Deborah, still by the lake, now garrulously chatting with the dog owner, an older man in a baseball cap.

"Kat," I said. I thought hard. "We can be honest here: I overstepped too. Things happened so... quickly back there. But I do owe you an apology. And if you want to talk about it we can."

Kat smiled gently looking out to the far end of the park, tilting her head back slightly to the let the sunlight cover her face, angelic and picturesque. "It's okay," she finally said. "You were in a tough situation. There's probably more we should say about it later. That can wait, I think."

I smiled as I looked deep into her for any sign of withholding.

Kat continued: "I'll just say to you what I told Deborah: for the rest of the night, you two have to do what I say, and only what I say. Got that?"

"Loud and clear," I said, taken aback by her forthright words.

"Great," she said, gave me a loud smooch on the cheek. I marveled at her, a mysterious creature, her complex desires underneath this dainty exterior. My Kat, my sexy little enigma.

I stood up and helped Kat by the hand as we walked towards Deborah, who was on her knees working hard at something on a wooden bench -- the closest bench to the lake in a row of three.

"Hi lovebirds," she said as she stood up. "Have a nice little chat over there?"

"We did," Kat said.

"Talking about me?" She framed her face with her hands and wore a silly smile as she said this.

"Yes, actually," Kat said matter-of-factly.

"All good things I assume?"

"Of course."

"Lookie!" Deborah said. "Made something. For y'all. For us!"

She pointed at the bench; leaning down, we could see that in the center of the bench underneath a plaque commemorating an "Otto Berk." she'd carved a heart with "K + Z" inside it, and next to a little "(+ D II!)."

"'D II'?" Kat asked.

"It's supposed to be 'And Deborah Too.' Turns out it's hard to carve curvy letters with a little sharp rock. This was my first failed attempt," she said, pointing to a rock next to the bench, where she'd carved a messy "K + Z" and the rest was indecipherable.

"Okay, but why just 'Deborah too'?

"Oh ya know, me here just along for the ride. So to speak."

"Aw, stop it Deborah. You know you're more than that to me. I love having you around! We both do, right Zee?"

"Plus one," I said. "You're a good egg."

"Aw shucks, thanks guys." Deborah said, nearly blushing. They smiled sweetly at each other, and held tender eye contact for a beat in silence.

"Your tits are popping out," Kat said.

I let out a loud chuckle, genuinely surprised at how Kat cut through the warmth of the moment.

"Ahhh fuck," Deborah said. She pulled on her cups and wiggled her waist in a little dance to settle them back into place. "Maybe that's why that guy was being so nice to me."

"Mhmm," Kat said, observing the effort Deborah had to put in just to keep her body decently covered.

"Umm, ma'am, my eyes are up here," Deborah said, side-eyeing Kat with sass.

"Yeah sorry," Kat said. "Sometimes I just have to stare in awe. Such gifts. Unfair really."

The girls, upon noticing a man by the lake watching us -- perhaps he had heard a "keyword" in our conversation -- instinctively started walking away from the lake back up the path. Deborah sped up to get in front of us, putting Kat and me side by side, like before.

"Hey," she continued, the man they'd spotted now at a safe distance, "some girls get boobs, some get brains. Pretty clear where I fell on that continuum," Deborah said.

"Oh stop it," said Kat.

"Hey speaking of, um, 'sizable gifts,'" Deborah began, turning around to walk backwards and face us. "This guy here is packing heat! I mean gawd damn Kat, how do you take that thing without breaking those little hips of yours?"

Kat stopped walking. Deborah and I stopped in turn.

"Well," Kat said, starting to blush. "We actually..."

"What?" Deborah said, genuinely confused. "Spit it out, little one!"

"I mean, we haven't really, ya know," she gesticulated her hands wildly. Deborah's face suddenly snapped from confusion to shock.

"Y'all two haven't fucked?!" she asked. Kat was fully blushing now. I just smiled and gave a gentle shrug. Deborah's jaw had dropped as she looked back and forth between the two of us, as if something on our faces could solve this baffling mystery.

"I've just preferred to wait. He's been quite the gentleman about it."

I smiled and shrugged again.

"So hold up then," Deborah said, closing her eyes and massaging her temples, trying to process and internalize this new information.

"You're telling me homeboy got a double blowjob before he even stuck it in?"

"Oh my God," Kat said, laughing and covering her face.

"Rare achievement unlocked, no joke!" Deborah said. She held out her fist for me to pound. Blushing myself now, I pounded it.

"Well hmf!" Deborah said, clearly suppressing some additional thoughts, but opting to turn around and keep walking.

After a few beats, Kat broke the silence:

"Ya know," she said, "I'd waited because I hadn't quite felt ready. But today is a new day after all."

"Oh ya don't say..." Deborah said, smiling as she turned around, playing her part perfectly.

"Mhmm," Kat said, "and today I'm feeling ready. And in fact, assuming Zee is on board, would love for you to join."

"Why, it's as though you read my mind, missy. Oh how I would love to!" Deborah clasped Kat's hands as the two of them approached each other, their heads both turning towards me the moment before their faces met.

"I suppose we should ask him too; he does get a say in this after all. How about it Zee?" Kat said, batting her eyelashes. "Do you wanna fuck us both?"

It was simply the hottest thing I'd ever heard. Made only hotter by the slight tremor of bashfulness in Kat's voice as she settled into this newfound confidence.

My mouth agape and my cock now pressing angrily against my waistband, I managed a response: "Well, I couldn't possibly say no to that. That sounds great. I mean, obviously."

"Wonderful!" Deborah said, as they both giggled at my stupor. A beat of silence lingered between us as we looked at each other, the anticipation building and weighing on us like atmospheric pressure in the air.

"Well then, what are we waiting for?" Kat said.

"What are we waiting for?" I echoed.

Deborah took the cue and skipped on ahead of us. I grabbed Kat by the waist, gave her a big, loud kiss on the top of her head. Clocking only joy and excitement on her face, I pulled her forward on the path as we aped Deborah, skipping on behind her. Her skip turned into a jog and we followed suit, until soon we were all running and then downright sprinting -- out of the park, down the side-streets and through the dense blocks towards my apartment. The evening humidity was making us sweat; by the time we made it to the building, we were soaked and panting and out of breath, but neither of them was slowing down.

I let them through the entrance with my key fob and Deborah plowed the door open, yanking Kat along as they barreled towards the staircase. Deborah made it to the door first, her back leaning against it, and Kat approached her, standing athwart and put her hands on Deborah's shoulders.

As I reached for my keys, Kat ran her hands through Deborah's hair and locked her lips with hers, both of their eyes closing as they passionately embraced and kissed deeply.

"Just a sec, you two," I said. I inserted the key and struggled to open the door, wiggling the key in the lock. Above us, I could hear an upstairs neighbor leaving their apartment and walking down the flights of stairs toward us. Kat looked up and smiled.

"Gonna have to hurry Zee, not much time," Kat said, and as she spoke, lowered Deborah's zipper and exposed the massive cleavage I had earlier gotten so intimately acquainted with. My eyes widened. Kat grinned at me cruelly.

"Ahh," I said, still struggling with the key. My neighbor's footsteps grew louder. For a moment, I nearly panicked: what if my key was broken? And this neighbor was about to catch us "indecently exposed," report this to my landlord, and get me evicted? As my mind started racing toward the economic, logistical and legal implications of this imagined scenario, my executive function intervened. "Focus!" I told myself: I realized I'd been using the key for the mail-slot. Finding the proper key on my chain, I inserted it and heard the latch slide open.

The force of the two ladies leaning against the door swung it open quickly, sending them stumbling and giggling directly into each other's mouths. I followed them in and -- moments before my neighbor rounded the corner at the bottom of the staircase -- slammed the door behind us.

We were back. The girls were all mine once again.

I grabbed them both by the shoulders and motioned them back towards the door, their bodies thudding against it with more force than I'd intended. They both looked at me with a cocktail of shock and carnal lust. I wrapped a hand around each of their necks, feeling their pulses throbbing.

I started with my Kat, our lips locking as she aggressively lashed her tongue into my mouth. Then I switched to Deborah, who more passively accepted my kiss with her eyes closed, before she put her hand on top of mine on her neck, motioning me to squeeze harder.

I alternated between them, tasting their respective mouths, as I ran my hands down their bodies, over Deborah's curves of her semi-open sweater and Kat's tight build under her shirt, until my hands landed between their legs. I squeezed at their crotches between their clothing, feeling their warmth and wetness through the fabric covering them. They both exhaled and went limp in the shoulders, me dizzy with the power of giving carnal pleasure to the two of them at once, until I simply couldn't take it any more.

"Ughh," I said, "I need you both. Like right now."

"Damn, I think we've unlocked that inner horn-dog in him," Deborah said.

I lowered myself and picked Kat up over my right shoulder, making her squeal and kick her legs playfully and, tugging Deborah by the hand, dragged them both into my room and tossed them onto the bed, landing and stumbling with bounces and giggles.

I took the image in: my two nymphs on my bed, looking up at me with eager eyes. How had it come to this?

"Care to join us ZeeZee?" Deborah asked, an amused grin on her face. I flicked off the lights, the late evening glow of the sun enough to barely illuminate the silhouette of their maddeningly enticing bodies.

"Would love to," I let out, before diving on the bed between them.

What followed, as our three bodies became entwined, was a miasmic blur of ever-changing sensations and sounds. Our hands and mouths explored each other's bodies with constant movement; my lips against one of their necks, a teasing tongue twirling into my ear, my hands ravenously groping and caressing anything and everything they could find. Sometimes I knew who I was feeling -- Kat's slender fingertips gently caressing across my eager cock or Deborah's buxom chest-flesh being unmistakable -- but other times the nipple I was running my tongue across or the soft flesh I was stroking or the warm edge of pussy lips my fingers grazed across could have been either of the nymphs I had in bed with me.

After endless exploration, one of them -- Kat, it turned out -- rolled off to the side of the bed, flicked on the lamplight and sat up. She looked back towards us -- her hair a tangled mess and her eyes a blur. "Be right back! I think I know what we need," before stepping delicately out of the room.

I looked back at Deborah, now more visible in the light; she was leaning on her elbow curled out around a pillow at her chest. A rush of adrenaline shot through me, realizing I was once again alone with her. Was Kat messing with us? Testing us? I could only imagine what was on her mind. I gave Deborah's thigh a gentle rub. She rolled her tongue, making a mock "purring sound." I was worried she would do something more, as she simply grinned ear to ear, looking deep into my eyes, making my heart race.

"Watcha thinking?" she said with an evil grin.

Before I had time to try to respond, Kat walked in. She was holding three shot glasses filled with whiskey in one hand, her fingers curled around them with impressive technique.

"Here!" she said, giddy. "Forgive my stepping out. It occurred to me it might be a bit dangerous to leave you two alone for too long."

"Wait wait, Kat --" Deborah said, making a "time-out" signal with her hands, suddenly sounding serious. "If you're still--"

"Shush," Kat said, giggling, "I'm only teasing." They looked at each other and via a wordless conversation, seemed to convince each other that they were on the same page.

"You need to relax. Both of you. I mean, I know I'm also feeling a bit nervous, right? Felt like we needed something to loosen the nerves." She held out the shot glasses as Deborah and I each took one.

"Hey," Deborah said, "you know me. I don't turn down a drink. Or anything, really."

"To a night to remember?" Kat said.

We clinked our glasses, spilling little drops over the rims.

"Good," Kat said, and before we could take our shots, she continued "and just don't forget what I told you. Both of you."

We all froze, our drinks in hand, unsure of what exactly Kat meant, but figuring out that we were to wait for further instructions. Kat smiled and bit her lip, taking playful joy at our compliance.

"Deborah, you first. Bottoms up."

Deborah tilted her head back and emptied the shot into her mouth in one smooth motion, then swallowed it all with an effortful gulp. She closed her eyes and shuddered her shoulders as it went down, then let out a quick "woo!"

"Now our turn, Zee," Kat said, and to my surprise, motioned the glass not to her mouth, but towards Deborah's chest, pouring it out gently as it streamed down her breast and trickled over her nipple.

"Aha!" Deborah exclaimed, the shock of the sudden cold making her twitch. As the whisky started to waterfall past Deborah's chest, Kat bent down and caught it with her tongue, licking Deborah's flesh and settling with her lips around her nipple. I followed suit, splashing my shot a bit more aggressively over her other breast, and got to work with my mouth. I felt the cool of the whisky making her tip taut and pointy.

"Oh God, woah God," Deborah repeated, her hands on our backs, overwhelmed at the dual sensations of Kat and me greedily nursing her sensitive areolas. I slurped at her chest cleaning the mess we'd made, the whisky giving a sharp tingling sensation in my stomach and a pleasant warmth all the way down to my groin. I looked up to see Kat working her way up Deborah's neck until she was close to her ear.

"What do you want," I heard Kat ask. Deborah looked up, her eyes now weak and desperate with desire. She opened her mouth, but words weren't coming out.

"C'mon," Kat urged, "what do you want right now."

"I... I want to be fucked. Hard and deep," Deborah said, her eyes closed again as she panted while I continued working her tits with my hands and mouth.

"Well, you'll have to wait your turn," Kat replied. She laid on her back, her head resting against the pillow. "In the meantime, you can get Zee ready for me." She patted the bed next to her, inviting me to lie by her side. Deborah sat next to us, awaiting Kat's instructions, her hands clasped in her lap like an obedient schoolgirl.

"Come here," Kat said, and as Deborah got closer, Kat ran her hand through her hair and got a firm grip deep into her mane, and pushing her head down, said "I want you to suck Zee's cock for me."

Maybe it was the whisky, but any diffidence in Kat's voice was gone now. She was settled and in full control.

Deborah's eyes widened as Kat pushed her towards my cock, which quite clearly hardly needed any "readying," but I wasn't about to quibble. She opened her mouth wide as I felt my tip first hit all the way to the back of her throat, before her lips wrapped around me and I was enveloped in the wet warmth of her gaping gullet. The sensation of her mouth was familiar to me now, though this time there would be no light teasing: just straight to eager suction and sloppy slurping, the sounds of her choking and gargling and moaning filling the room, wild and eager. Kat set the rapid motion of her aggressive head bobbing, pulling Deborah's hair up and down with increasing speed, and looked into my eyes, savoring my reaction. Overcome with pure lust I kissed Kat, tasting the cool whisky in her mouth as her delicate tongue slivered over mine, while down below Deborah's tongue did its wonders.

"Okay," Kat said, and pulled Deborah away, her saliva glistening my cock and dripping down my sac. A string of spittle connected my tip to the corner of her lips until she wiped it away with her arm. She panted, catching her breath while her mouth belonged to her once again.

"I think he's ready," Kat said, smiling sweetly now. "I know I am."

"Whew," Deborah said, shaking her head and fixing her hair. "I think I got that cock nice and hard for you, Kat, if I do say so myself," as she opened her palms towards me, inviting Kat to proceed.

Kat straddled me, a knee on either side of me, as my cock pointed up between her legs. I wrapped my hands tenderly around her slim waist, putting a smile on her face that melted me into a puddle.

Deborah, focused as though handling delicate material, wrapped her hand around my cock, and with her other hand on Kat's back, gently lowered her body towards me. The head of my cock made contact, Deborah swirled it against Kat's clit. Kat shuddered and moaned. Deborah, pleased with her work, continued rubbing me against Kat, letting my shaft graze against Kat's pussy lips, Kat's legs bucking with anticipation. She leaned forward, holding herself up with her hands against my chest.

As Deborah started lowering Kat farther, Kat held a hand up. "Wait," she said. She leaned towards me and kissed me tenderly, letting moments pass with us directly face to face, looking deep into each other's eyes.

"Okay," she said. Deborah, on cue, angled my cock directly towards Kat and lowered her onto me, and at long last, I felt my swollen member split and penetrate her pussy lips.

"There she goes," Deborah said, watching my cock go in. "Take it nice and easy, just like that."

I had waited so long for this moment, and yet it was somehow still better than I could have dreamt. Her wet, swollen tightness seemed to envelop my entire being, warping my senses with an ecstasy I'd never known. I looked down to see she had taken most of my length and was pressing me deep inside her, as I helped her slowly gyrate around me. I closed my eyes, feeling her pulsate around me, the clit throbbing and her thin hair grazing against my groin. It was almost too much to bear.

I opened my eyes to yet another view I would surely take with me to the grave: Deborah was sitting up now next to Kat, her hand at work in her own crotch as she ran her other hand through Kat's hair and over her chest. My two lovely ladies, side by side, one so thin and taut and fuckably slender, the other all curves, their tits and delightful faces a feast for my eyes as I savored every sensation of the inside of Kat's sopping cunt.

"Oh my God Zee!" Kat let out, squeezing at my chest and thrusting harder at me.

"Tell him how it feels," Deborah said, her whole middle finger now engulfed curled up against her g-spot.

"You feel so fucking big inside me! God I love how you fill me up!" Kat was practically wailing now. I gripped her shoulders to set the rhythm of our simultaneous thrusting.

"Mhmm," Deborah said, kissing Kat's neck and rocking herself back and forth with Kat's body. I reached over and put a hand on Deborah's voluminous tit and squeezed. Taking the cue, she leaned forward towards me. "Mmm, looking for something?" When her tits were in reach, I ravenously bit and licked and sucked them, continuing to plow into Kat's body, overwhelmed at all of the delightful options at my disposal. Deborah moaned, still angling her hand in her pussy.

"You want a turn, huh?" Kat asked Deborah with a sultry whisper.

"Yes, please," Deborah said.

"Okay," Kat said, still panting as she pogo-ed on top of me. "But not quite yet." Deborah made a sad pouty face. "I'm not... yet done... with his cock," Kat said. "But if he wants to, you can have his tongue."

Deborah looked at me with desperate excitement. I gave her ass a smack and motioned her my way. With a swift motion, she threw a leg over me and before I knew it she was straddling me, facing Kat, the warmth from her pussy and round ass radiating on my face. I held her by the waist with both hands.

"Holy shit, I'm already so fucking wet," Deborah said.

"Kiss me," Kat said, and as I felt her lean forward Deborah lowered herself onto my face. I nearly drowned in her before sliding my nose up her slit until it could access air. The taste of her nectar filled my mouth, a sharper, more acrid flavor than Kat's. I puckered my lips around her engorged clit and kneaded it with my tongue, focusing to maintain my steady rhythm of plowing Kat's body.

My face submerged in Deborah's lower body, I could only imagine the sight of the two of them, and had to take in the sounds: Deborah moaning into Kat's mouth until they let go of each other's lips, Kat breathing deeply and Deborah letting out an ecstatic lamentation. I increased the pressure of my tongue on her throbbing clit and swirled it steadily.

"Oh my God Zee that's fucking perf--!" before Deborah could finish, I slipped my tongue deep into her pussy, cutting her off and making her squeal. She wordlessly clawed at my chest.

"Mmm," I heard Kat say, "he's good isn't he?" I thrust my hips up, impaling her deeply around my turgid cock, eliciting a groan. They were like my two musical instruments, and I could make them emote as I pleased, their moans filling the room like a celestial symphony. I slipped a finger into Deborah, still not letting go of her clit, as she rotated her hips against me.

"Ughh, a girl could really get used to this," Deborah said.

Maybe it was the chance to return the favor to her for her service providing earlier in the evening, combined with my usual ego vis-a-vis my pussy eating abilities; maybe having a cute little thing ride my cock was enhancing my technique; whatever the reason, I felt like I was doing unusually good work. Learning the secret contours inside of Deborah, I hyper-focused on every sound she emanated, every little motion she made, giving her more and more of what she liked and teasing her by keeping it just out of reach. My finger up against her g-spot and the tip of my tongue lapping her clit seemed to have been a real winner; as I did it, her grasp on my abs tightened and her groans went silent -- too overwhelmed to even emote, I could tell. I gave myself a mental high-five.

"Hnngggg" Deborah grunted through clenched teeth. "Oooh my God Kat how does he know my pussy so well! Please please that's fucking perfect, yes yes," she repeated and drifted off.

"Mmm" Kat said simply, as she bounced faster on my cock, letting out short, bird-like high-pitched yelps, a reaction I'd yet to hear from her. I did my best to remain focused on my duties, intent on proving that the pride in my pussy eating was well-earned.

"Okay okay, hold up," Kat said.

"Mmm?" said Deborah, quickly dismounting from my face and restoring my view of the room. Kat lifted herself out of me with a shudder and rolled onto her back beside me, her head landing clumsily on the pillow, her body coated in sweat. Deborah looked over at me with hungry eyes before addressing Kat again.

"All good?" she asked.

"Oh, very very good," Kat replied with a giggle. "I just, need a little break, down there," she said, gesturing to her crotch, panting.

"Of course," Deborah said, biting her lip. She rocked back and forth in place as she sat.

"Hehe, and are you good over there?" Kat said.

"Oh, yeah, sure sure, just a bit of, ya know, eager beaver. 'Eager Beaver syndrome.' But don't mind me, let's take a breather. Whatever you need."

"Well," replied Kat, "you know you don't need me to put that eager thing to use." Deborah and I lit up as a beat passed, before Kat continued: "While I'm resting, I want to watch you fuck Zee."

Deborah grinned ear to ear. "You're so fucking sexy when you talk like that. Seriously Zee, can you believe this girl?"

"I really can't," I said. And I really couldn't.

For my part, hearing those words made my pickled rod twitch enough for Deborah to unmistakably notice.

"I'll take that as affirmative consent?" she asked.

"Affirmative," I said.

Meanwhile, Kat repositioned herself with her head resting on her elbow, a view from which to spectate the two of us, her whole slim body on display to our side like a recumbent Greek Goddess.

"Well first things first, cleanup crew!" Deborah said. Before I could ask, her face was back down on my cock and I was fully engulfed, and with a few deep plunges and loud slurps, she sucked me clean of Kat's juices, finishing by lapping the bits that had dripped onto my balls, making my eyes roll back into my skull.

"Tasty!" She said. Kat smiled and blew Deborah a kiss.

I watched Deborah straddling me, getting into the position that Kat had been in just before her, the head-spinning reality of there being a second willing vixen for me to fuck triggering reactions in me I'd never experienced; an effervescent glow of possibility of that ever-present, insatiable desire to plow every pussy with my prick getting just slightly, impossibly closer to being quenched. Though who am I kidding, this would only enhance it, right? Unlock new things in me now that I had irrefutable proof that such a thing like this was even possible. What more primal urges could I satisfy? How far could the desire of these two to please me really go?

One thing at a time, Zepp, I told myself. Right now, it's time to fuck Deborah.

Deborah reached between her legs, getting a firm grip on my shaft and adjusting the angle of her body with her knees. Wasting no time, she brought herself down onto me, my cock sliding easily into her hole until she was fully seated in my lap, my length bottoming out at her cervix.

"Oh yeah, there we go," Deborah said, eyes closed now, welcoming me into her body like an old friend. Her experience showed; she thrust her hips forward, maintaining pressure on her clit while keeping the length of my cock inside her. She was in deep concentration, as though both focused on her movements and trying her best to recall something. This was a girl who knew what she wanted, and just needed to pull from memory how exactly to get it.

She opened her eyes and locked them with mine. "How's that Zee? You like fucking my pussy as much as Kat's?" she said, increasing the radius of her gyrations.

I suddenly felt nervous, and a bit shy. I glanced at Kat, non-verbally checking in with her comfort levels. She was squinting and grinning, breathing heavily, indicating that she was liking what she was seeing and hearing and clearly giving me permission to answer. I tried to let that embolden me.

"Kat's"... I paused, then tried again. "Kat's pussy is tight. It squeezes my cock all the way around. Yours is deep. You can take my whole length. I... love fucking you both."

"Both of us, huh?" Deborah said. "You mean you can't pick just one? I guess you'll just have to keep fucking us both again and again, huh?"

I groaned as Deborah tossed her head back. She was really getting herself into it. Her voice was higher and more girly while she was getting fucked, a new spirit of her being taking control.

Kat sat up and gently took Deborah by the hand, pulling it towards her. Deborah, a bit confused at first, realized Kat was pulling it between her own legs. "Oh, you want a little something?" Deborah said sweetly.

"Just like this, and only on the outside," Kat said, guiding Deborah's motions by the arm as she rubbed Kat's clit in tiny gentle circles. Kat, visibly enjoying Deborah's work, nuzzled herself into my neck like a feline.

"Mmm," Deborah said. "Yeah, just use me. Use me like the little slut I am."

Kat and I shared an amused look, realizing a new side of Deborah was being revealed. I decided to test the waters and gave her ass cheek a firm spank.

"Ugh, harder."

I smacked it with my full force as she let out an animalistic grunt.

"Tell me where my cock is." I said to her. She pouted as she looked down on me, now lifting herself inches off the bed as she bounced on my member.

"Where is my cock right now."

"Deep inside me! Deep inside my dirty little cunt!" she said. Kat gripped Deborah's arm, adjusting the speed by which she rubbed her clit.

"And that's all you want isn't it?" I asked.

"Yeah Zee. I just want to be filled up. I've wanted your cock all fucking day." The alcohol was clearly a good idea, because I'd never felt this comfortable with this kind of talk. But Deborah was clearly enjoying it, her tits now bouncing wildly with each thrust, and Kat was only encouraging it, so I decided to continue.

"Tell me you're our fucktoy," I said.

"I'm your little fucktoy! You can... use me... however you... oh fuck!" Deborah's eyes widened.

Kat, quick to assess the situation, whispered to me, "do you think you can hold off on finishing?"

"Yeah," I said, "I'll do my best."

"Okay," Kat said. "Try to save it for me, pretty please." Kat sat up and, pushing Deborah's hand out from her legs, got on her knees behind her and gripped her breasts, giving her nipples a shockingly tight pinch. Deborah, for her part, was now bouncing at great heights, lifting my cock nearly out of her pussy before impaling it back in with each thrust.

"Oh fucking God yes, use me use me I'm coming I'm gonna fucking come." It was another sight for long-term storage in my mental spank bank, a hard-drive that would probably need an external backup at this point: Deborah, eyes closed and open-mouthed, coming her brains out with my cock nestled deep inside her, while my Kat held her tits and kissed her neck. Deborah got still and quiet for a few seconds, the last wave of contraction leaving her body, before she groaned and snapped back to reality.

"Well, holy fucking shit you guys!" She looked and sounded like her old self again. She shook her mess of hair out of her face and dismounted me, letting out an "Ooo!" when my cock popped out of her.

"Ooof," she said, grabbing her shoulder and stretching her back. "I really needed that."

Both Deborah and I turned our attention to Kat, an eagerness coming through underneath her content surface. Deborah curled her lips in and raised her eyebrows. I decided to broach in.

"Tell us what you want," I said to Kat. Kat was visibly pleased at the request. She lay down on her back.

"Okay," she said. "Like this. With you on top of me Zee." I positioned myself over her, slipping a hand on her back and the other in her hair. Kat patted the bed next to us, "and Deb, you here."

"Yes ma'am," Deborah said, as she lay on her side.

Kat and I locked eyes. What a special girl I had. Could this be the one that really lasts? Could I fall in love with her? Had I already? I pretended for a moment that she could read my thoughts as she smiled and pulled me in for a tender kiss.

She lifted up her hips, putting pressure on my cock against her firm belly, as she slowly slid her body upward, moving me agonizingly closer to her snatch.

"You... you don't have to go slow," she said, with cute bashfulness. "I think I'm already pretty close."

I nodded. "I mean, same," I said.

"Understandable," Deborah added, which made Kat and I chuckle. My cock was now just under Kat's pussy, which got us quiet again. I put my hands on Kat's shoulders for leverage, and pushed her downward, my cock sliding back where it belonged.

Kat clenched her eyes as though in pain; I waited for her cue. She opened them and nodded. "Please, keep going," she said. "I'll tell you if it's too much, I promise. You... you can go hard. Please fuck me hard."

I took my instructions with pleasure, proceeding to fuck the girl of my dreams with sensual passion, running my hands gently over her body while giving her pussy as much as it could handle. Deborah leaned in right by our faces, where she would alternate kissing me and Kat or the two of us at once. When I wasn't kissing them, I would alternate between running my lips over her smooth neck and looking deeply into her eyes, taking pride in seeing how I could bring Kat into such ecstasy.

I felt Kat squeeze her legs around my back, pulling me closer into her. "I think I'm close," she whispered.

"Okay, me too. I'm going to come inside you, Kat."

"Yes," she said quietly, "fill me up."

Pulling her body back and forth towards me by her shoulders, I increased our tempo. I felt her pussy lips clench around me as she went silent, and I crossed the point of no return.

"Oh fuck, I'm gonna fill you up with my cum!" I let out, a wave of pleasure coming over me as I shot at full force, filling up the space in her body with my seed. Still silent and still and now digging her nails into my back, her pussy clenched and pulsated again in time with my spasms, another shot filling her up even further past her brim and dripping past her lips. Her body went limp as she grunted and wailed with pleasure, and I let my head fall into her shoulder, spent and drained.

I lifted myself up and looked at her, where I saw a tear running down her cheek. I dabbed it inquisitively with my finger; she pouted shyly.

"Why don't I give you two a moment?" Deborah said with a cheer, and hopped out of the bed and went towards the kitchen.

I locked eyes with Kat for what seemed like a blissful eternity, trying to look directly into her soul. We just lay there, saying nothing, her legs still tight around me, my member still inside her as it slowly went flaccid, as I caressed her hips and she ran her hands through my hair.

Deborah walked back in holding water cups. Her hair was pushed back in a headband, though she was otherwise still fully, strikingly nude. She saw us in the same position she'd left us in.

"I can give you two another moment if you'd like," she said.

"No no," I said, snapping out of my reverie.

"Yeah," Kat said, "come join us."

I slowly pushed myself up and pulled myself, now-semi hard, outside of Kat. As the thickness of my head slid its way out of her opening, her whole body shook and shuddered.

"See that?" said Deborah, pointing at Kat as she hoisted herself onto the bed. "That there is the sign of a job well done."

"Mmm, affirmative," Kat mumbled, her eyes in a dreamy, peaceful daze. I lay down between the two of them as they snuggled up into my shoulders, the bare skin of my two beauties pressed up against mine.

"You two are the best," Deborah said, as she ran a hand over my chest hair. Kat and I could only moan in response, too spent and satiated to even muster another word, as my consciousness drifted off into a slumber deeper than any mortal man had ever known.

***

I woke with a start; Deborah had rolled over with her back towards us, hogging most of the blanket, while Kat and I were still entwined. I held her head in my hand and slipped my shoulder out from underneath her, gently resting her head on the pillow. Kat moaned and smiled, but her eyes stayed closed. I decided to let her sleep in.

I wandered my way into the open kitchen overlooking the living room. Remnants of the previous day's bedlam littered the floor; unfinished brunch snacks, blankets, undergarments, and so forth. Today was... Sunday? I had to do some mental calculation to figure it out, the passage of time over the course of the weekend now tracked in my mind via the various mouths, faces, and coozes into and onto which I'd deposited myself.

I turned around and caught my reflection in the metallic fridge. I took a snapshot and made a mental pledge to myself that I would remember this exact moment: that I would recall how I had felt just two days ago on Friday, and all the things that had transpired since then, and remember, even when things got tough, life does have the ability to quickly surprise you in ways better than you can dream of.

I walked to my desk and opened my computer, and with no particular plan in mind, I found myself writing. While the memories were still fresh, I started spilling out everything I could remember from the weekend, what had happened, and when, and to whom, what was going through my head, and whatever else came to mind, and began the first draft of what would become the three-part piece that you're holding in your hands right now.

It shouldn't come as a surprise that reliving the weekend like that was getting me hard once more. Again, without even realizing I was doing it, I began kneading my dick through my sweatpants as the memories came to me. It was a kaleidoscope of sensations, sights and sounds, overwhelming enough that maintaining focus on writing was difficult: the taste of Kat, their eye contact as their two sets of plump lips connecting with my desperate hard-on, Deborah's perfect tear-drop tits, plunging Kat's depths, then Deborah's, then Kat's again, the musical sounds of their moans, and their laughter, I felt like I could hear it right then...

Which is when I realized, I could hear it! Unmistakable giggles from the two ladies in the bedroom. How long had they been awake? How long had I been out here? Checking the time didn't help, since I hadn't checked when I got up. What did it matter? This weekend, I was in paradise, and in paradise the rules of time simply don't apply.

As I approached the bedroom door, the giggles and rustling of the bedspread grew louder. I then heard Kat's voice, who must have heard me approaching, say:

"Oh ZeeZee, that you?"

"Tis," I responded through the door.

"Could you be a dear and grab Deborah's bag? On the kitchen counter?"

"Sure sure," I said. I retrieved the bag, wondering what exactly was waiting for me in my room, and couldn't help but grin ear to ear at the possibilities.

I cracked the door open slowly, peeking through. I saw the two of them lying in the opposite direction that I'd left them in, their feet on the pillows and their heads on the edge of the foot of the bed, pointing to the couch Deborah had slept on the first night. They curled up under the blanket and looked at me with naughty, mischievous eyes.

"Well good morning Zee," Deborah said. I handed her her bag.

"And a good morning to you two," I replied, leaning down to give Kat a tender upside-down kiss. I then went to kiss Deborah as well; she reciprocated but was more focused on rummaging through her bag.

"There it is!" she said.

She pulled out a toy that looked like a slightly elongated red tennis ball with a dial on one side.

"Wow, so you really do carry that thing around with you, huh?" said Kat.

"Oh, ya know how it is. Gotta have it handy for emergencies."

Starting to get the picture, I gently pulled the blanket up away from their feet. While I could see they had both put on tops -- Kat her Adidas shirt and Deborah an old Nike shirt of mine she must have found -- as the blanket rose, it revealed bare legs and their ultimately two bottomless lower halves, with Kat's hand at rest between Deborah's legs, her thumb on her clit and her middle finger wedged between her thick lower lips.

"I'm teaching your girl a new skill, Zee. She's a fast learner --weoh!" Kat playfully bit the air in front of Deborah's face as she squeezed her down below. "Okay," Deborah continued, "just for that, we're going straight to 'setting five' with you, young lady." Deborah turned the dial as the toy made a steady buzzing noise. Deborah lowered it to Kat's exposed slit.

"I guess this is what happens when I leave you two alone now," I said.

"Mhmm," Kat said, "we got lonely. What are a couple of girls to do? Mmmmm" Kat closed her eyes and grinned as Deborah -- biting her tongue and watching Kat with focus and delight -- made contact.

"You know, we see that bulge. Don't be shy now," Deborah said through her heavy breathing.

I reached into my sweatpants and took out my turgid cock, the waistband now pressing firmly on its underside. Fuck it, I decided, and lowered them to the floor. I gripped it, feeling like an absolute slob, standing above them watching them please each other while I held myself, nude from the waist down. My dick felt a bit sore from all of the recent usage, so I jerked it slowly and gently.

Kat was letting out her high-pitched yelps again -- things like "weep!" and "Eelp!" eliciting giggles from the two of them, while I leaned against the bed for a closer view, my cock now casting shadows over their faces and bodies as I steadily stroked.

"You know," Deborah said through her pants and moans, "the two of us turned around on this bed for a reason. When I said 'don't be shy,' what I meant was don't be shy. Dig?"

Kat looked at me and smiled with pure self-assured sexiness, indicating that this had been previously discussed, and likely her own idea. She opened her upside-down mouth and stuck out her tongue; Deborah watched her and then did the same.

Two open mouths on my bed, making finger-like come-hither gestures with their tongues. Even an idiot like me could see that this was an invitation. While they got each other off, they were offering me their mouths.

It was an invitation to fuck both of their faces.

Weak in the knees at the Edenic sight, I decided it felt appropriate to approach my Kat first. I caressed my hands under her chin, gently pulling her towards me as she scooted herself until her head was just hanging off the edge of the bed. I held the sides of her head over her ears and thrust into her wide open mouth, my cock tunneling into her throat until her lips clasped me close to the bottom of my shaft. Kat moaned and her body writhed; Deborah watched her movements and followed her waist with her hand, keeping the toy where it belonged. On pure instinct I thrust into Kat's mouth, bobbling her head as she choked on me, managing to keep it in her throat.

I withdrew and Kat inhaled quickly, catching her breath, and wiping the spit away from her lips with the back of her arm, looking at me triumphantly before closing her eyes again and disappearing into her own world of pleasure.

I moved over to my second mouth to feed. Deborah was already in position, her neck exposed as her head hung well off the bed. As I got close, she lurched at me like a hungry python, and took me all the way down to the base, her nose pressed up against my ball-sack; a pro, a blowjob queen. I started fucking her mouth in kind, their two bodies now squirming and writhing with increased intensity. She put her hand on the back of her head, instructing me on how to handle her. I held her head in my hands, bouncing it up and down with increasing force as she noisily gurgled and moaned. It got a bit painful given the sore state of my cock, but I was more than willing to put up with it for the performance.

"Such a good cocksucker!" Kat exclaimed. Deborah thrust her hips, clearly aroused at the degradation. I slapped her on the cheek gently; she nodded, so I did it harder, as she moaned and undulated her body, perhaps at the point of orgasm.

And so on we went, the girls in their own world of delight, each giving me the attention I craved when I alternated into their respective mouths. I knew I was on the verge of coming -- I had been masturbating myself, and that was before I started this throat fucking session, after all -- so between switching from one of them to the other I would pause and rest for a moment and just watch. I wanted this dream to last as long as possible. Sometimes one of them would leave spit on my shaft which the other would dutifully slurp off, cleaning up the other's work before slobbering me with their own. At one point Deborah tugged down the blanket and pulled her tits out of her dress; she knew me well at this point. I attacked them, pawing and squeezing and ravaging them recklessly like a kid wrecking a sandcastle at the beach. Time drifted away once again; I was in pure, hedonic nirvana.

Of course, all good things come to an end, though in this case, at least the ending was the best part. "Okay, yeah, yes, I'm gonna come, you girls are gonna make me come," I said. At this point Deborah was holding my balls in her mouth and had reached her hand up to stroke my shaft. Upon hearing me, Kat rolled herself over and scooted towards the two of us, her mouth so close to me now I could feel her hot breath warming my glans.

"Where," she said. "I want you to tell me where." After she spoke she wrapped her lips around my cock head, sucking and swirling her tongue on my sensitive tip. I did my best to answer her.

"In your mouth, all over your faces, all over your tits, God I want my cum inside of you both and covering you from head to toe, you two are so fucking hot, you suck my cock so well, I could fill you up all day and night." I was in a trance and the words were just pouring out. The sensations of mouths and hands on my cock and balls were overwhelming me to the point of seeing white, but I did my best to focus on the euphoric sight in front of me. With an explosion that emanated from the core of my being, I burst inside Kat's mouth, her tongue playing with my cock and sloshing my seed around her lips. As Deborah kept sucking my balls and stroking me, Kat pointed my rod towards Deborah's body, where my second white reward coated her exposed tits. They both moaned, vibrating my sac and shaft, as a final orgastic wave went through me, and I swear I could feel my balls shrink in Deborah's mouth as my remaining cum pooled at the top of my urethra which Kat eagerly slurped off, as I was finally, at long last, really and truly drained.

A sensual, wordless cleanup session followed; Deborah stayed in position while Kat and I fed her the mess we'd made drip by drip, before we all embraced and kissed and collapsed on the bed, content, spent, once again entwined.

Until the deep, pure, sacred silence in the room was cut by an awful digital beeping sound.

Deborah darted for the floor, keeping her lower body on the bed while her upper half folded down with her head up to read her phone, an acrobatic position that looked both impressive and uncomfortable.

"Ugh, fuck me," she said, tossing her phone aside and sitting back up on the bed. "No no, I don't mean that literally, unfortunately. I'm afraid I must be gone."

"Booo," Kat said. "Real life can wait! Just stay here forever!"

"I know, I know, believe me." Deborah stood up and started collecting her belongings. "I just have to... meet this total idiot. About this stupid thing."

"Got it," I said. "Sounds important."

"Yeah yeah," Deborah said. She lifted her panties off of the ground with dextrous toes, then stepped her legs through them and wiggled her ass in place. She looked into my mirror and fixed up her hair. "Jesus," she said, pointing to her breast. I saw an errant glob of my jism resting there.

"Did I do that?" I said with a silly shrug. She scooped what she could into her mouth, though its moisture left an unmistakable streak on her cup.

"So if I get asked about this here, what should I say it is?"

"Tell them the truth," I said.

"Yeah," Kat added. "You know it's wrong to lie."

"Right right," Deborah said with a sarcastic grin. She then vibrated her head from side to side as though shaking the grin off of her face, and rubbed her eyes with her hands.

"Hey listen," she said. "I feel like... I mean I had a great time, to say the least. But... I'm just, a bit of a mess, that's all that is, it's on me, maybe I owe you guys an..."

"Deb," Kat said. "It all worked out. I had the best weekend. Okay? No regrets."

"Okay," Deborah said, emotions welling up in her eyes. "You two are wonderful, I mean it," she added. She walked back to the bed to give Kat a warm kiss. I saw their hands clasp as they did, a new intimate bond having formed between them.

"And Zee, thank you for your hospitality!" she said.

"Anytime Deb. Here, let me get the door for you." I slipped back into my sweatpants and walked her to the door. We were still in sight from my bedroom, but I wasn't sure if Kat was looking. I opened the door for Deborah, but before she walked out she turned around.

"Hey," she said sternly. She looked up at the ceiling collecting her thoughts. "Three things. First off, sorry. Second, you're welcome. And third, and I really mean it: take care of that chick, okay?"

"Um, okay. Yes, I mean, of course," I said, trying to process all of her words at once. She lurched in and gave me a ginger kiss on the cheek while she squeezed the side of my waist and spun around, skipped away, and disappeared around the curve of the staircase.

I could feel Kat's presence in the bedroom behind me; her warmth, her yens, her woes; the embodiment of so many of my desires, a puzzle-box of desires of her own; the overhanging current of unfinished business from two nights prior that'd been wafting through the air.

My Kat.

Kat.

I closed the door and turned around to face her.

10/26 Note: Well that's it, at long last, you've seen the mythical diary from *that* weekend that I've told you about, one of the few hard pieces of evidence -- on top of that carving on the park bench -- that I use to remind myself that that weekend wasn't just a wild fantasy. I guess all those nights you've begged me to show it to you have finally paid off. I'll be honest, when I read back through it, I was tempted to revise it in various places -- cut out the embarrassing stuff, of which (let's be honest) there's a lot. Until I realized, I had nothing to be embarrassed about, not with you. You make me feel like I can show you my full self; I've never felt that with anyone before. So consider this a minor gift; a little piece of me, that I wouldn't trust with anyone else. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't a little bit scared; you can tease me a bit, just go easy, okay?

You've brought so much to my life; I really am lucky to have you. Happy one-year anniversary, Kat. I remain simply and plainly in love with you.

-Z