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You watch the redhead lean into the blonde, her lips against her ear and something stirs in you. Something you hadn’t felt since your divorce six months ago– and hell, even longer than that. There was a reason your marriage of nearly 10 years had crumbled into nothing. 

You wash back the bitterness of your ex-husband with another sip of your lemon drop martini, eyes scanning the room again. It was a beautiful hotel, covered in glass and iron and dark colors– nestled deep in the heart of Pittsburgh. It felt like every Westin you’d traveled to in your many years of clawing your way up the corporate ladder, minus one tiny detail. 

You were free this time. Free of the suffocating knowledge that your husband was likely in bed– your bed– with another woman while you sat alone in a hotel room. 

You physically shake the thoughts of your past away, tipping your glass back once again. The bartender sets another down in front of you, your mouth opening to tell him you didn’t order another. You promised yourself only two tonight– a pity party wasn’t in your future. 

He nods beside you and you turn, your eyes connecting with the most striking hazel eyes you’ve ever seen, a cocky grin on the redhead's lips as she leans back in her seat. 

You hold up the drink– a silent thank you. Her eyes narrow in a way that has your stomach flipping, your fingers gripping the stem of the glass as she tips her head toward their table in invitation. 

You ponder the implication for a few seconds before you stand on shaking knees, nervous energy flirting through you. As you approach them, the blonde turns toward you, your heart stuttering in your chest again. 

“Hi.” You say sheepishly as you approach, holding up the drink once more. “Thank you for this.” 

“Not a problem, doll.” The obviously older woman purrs, her Pittsburgh accent thick on her tongue. “I’m Dana, this is my wife, Cassie.” 

“Nice to meet you.” You hover at their table for a moment longer before she motions you to sit. You aren’t sure of their motivation, but you sit either way. Usually, an introduction as a married couple was an instant roadblock, but the way Cassie’s eyes hadn’t left you had doubts floating in the back of your mind. 

“We couldn’t help but notice you were staring.” 

A shy guilt washes over you, catching the inside of your lip between your incisors. “I’m sorry-“ You laugh nervously, a full apology readying itself behind your teeth. “I didn’t mean-“

“It’s fine.” Cassie quickly cuts in, her hand reaching out to grasp your wrist to halt your apology. 

“Believe us, it isn’t often a young thing like you even glances our way.” Dana pipes in, her white teeth flashing kindly. 

You sputter for half a moment, your cheeks flaring in a blush. “I’m not gay.” You’re not sure why that was your response, but it comes out anyway. 

You watch as Cassie’s grin falters for a second, but she recovers quickly, shaking her head. “That’s alright. We’re good company either way. You looked lonely.” 

The bluntness of her remark makes you laugh– a real one, not the fake, polished one you’d been forcing for the last few years. It surprises even you, your stiff posture relaxing a little. 

“Was it that obvious?” You ask, your fingers playing with the stem of your glass like it might absorb your nervous energy. 

“Honey.” Dana tilts her head, the word dripping like its namesake. “You’ve been at that bar for forty minutes and don’t look like you’re waiting for someone.” She’s so blunt it makes your skin tingle, though it isn’t an unwelcome feeling even through your tipsy haziness. 

You purse your lips, your head bobbing in acceptance. “Fair enough.”

Cassie hasn’t stopped watching you– not in a predatory way, more like she’s used to observing the small details. “Here on a work trip?” 

“Am I that obvious?” You ask again, and she smiles– slower than the cocky grin she’d sent across the bar. More satisfied with her correct guess. 

“The suit at eight-thirty on a Tuesday.” Her eyes drop briefly before returning to yours. “You wear it well.” 

Dana hums beside her, swirling something amber in her glass. “She does, doesn’t she.” It isn’t a question– the two of them agreeing about you openly, while you sit there trying to remember how breathing works. 

“Downed that second martini like you’re trying to chase away demons,” Dana speaks like she knows what it’s like, and you wonder if maybe she does. 

“Newly divorced. Well, six months newly,” you finally say after a few seconds of silence. It’s the first time you’ve said it out loud to a stranger, and it doesn’t feel as harsh as you’d expected it to. Especially not with the way they were looking at you, like you’re worth looking at. “This is my first trip where I’m not…” Your nose wrinkles a little, and you take another small sip. “Being stepped out on.” You finish, shame creeping through you. 

They both make noises of disapproval, Dana scoffing as her glass hits the table with an almost inaudible thunk. “That’s a damn shame. A woman like you being treated that way.” 

“A woman like me?” You echo, a little breathless at the compliment. 

She tilts her head, considering you openly as Cassie chuckles lowly next to her. You can’t see it, but her hand lands on Dana’s thigh and squeezes it. “Beautiful, clearly capable. Humble to fault. You’re gorgeous, honey, you deserve better than that.” 

You feel the blush climb up your throat before you can stop it, and Cassie catches it– she catches everything, you realize– her smile sharpening a little. 

“She’s blushing,” Cassie observes as she leans closer to her wife, chin nearly resting on her shoulder. 

“I can see that,” Dana replies warmly, her eyes never leaving yours. “It’s lovely.” 

You flush further, taking a sip to hide the noise that wants to bubble up your throat. Something that’s a mix of pleasure and protest. “I am sitting right here.” 

“We know,” they say in unison, and something about the synchronized ease of it does something to your composure you’re completely unprepared for. You suddenly feel like prey– in the best of ways– that tickle of want starting at the base of your spine. Your eyes flicker away from theirs at the realization that you liked it– their attention, their flirting. 

You clear your throat and reach for safer ground. “What do you two do?” 

“She’s a Charge Nurse at PTMC, I’m in my last year of residency,” Cassie says proudly, leaning into Dana’s side. “What about you?” 

“Pharmaceutical sales,” you say, laughing a little at the irony of it. “Senior Sales Rep. So I suppose we’re in the same ecosystem, in a way.” 

Dana’s mouth curves into a genuine smile. “Small world.”

“Twelve years of my life packed into a company car and free travel,” you add, and you’re not sure why you keep offering things so freely. Something about the way they’re looking at you gives you the freedom to be open– makes you want to feel seen in a strange city by two strangers. 

“Twelve years?” Dana’s gaze travels over you in the same unhurried way it had from the moment you sat down, dragging over you in a way you could almost feel physically. “Don’t look old enough.” 

You’re used to this observation, your face younger than you are. “I’m thirty-four.” 

“Perfect,” Cassie replies– plainly, simply, almost joyfully– and you feel it settle low and warm in your stomach. 

You glance down and realize your spine has been rigid this whole time, shoulders squared like you’re mid-sale. You make a conscious effort to let them drop, and Dana’s eyes track the movement with unmasked appreciation. 

“There you go,” she murmurs. 

You blink, confusion flitting across your face. “Excuse me?” 

“You’ve been performing,” Cassie says, though not unkindly. She’s still leaning against Dana’s side, her cheek nearly against Dana’s shoulder, though her eyes remain on you as she’d quietly observed too. Her fingers find the back of your hand where it rests on the table, barely the suggestion of a touch before she retreats. “You let go. It’s a much better look.” 

You don’t know what to do with the feeling that burns under your skin. You’ve been flirted with before, mainly by men in hotel bars who leaned too close and smelled of whiskey and misplaced confidence. This was so much different. More electric, less obscene.

“I should probably tell you.” Honesty comes before you can be self-conscious. “I’ve never- I mean I don’t-” You gesture vaguely between you and them. 

“We know,” Dana says gently, her face softening. “You mentioned.” 

“I just mean I’m not entirely sure what I’m doing right now.” 

Cassie laughs through her nose, the corners of her eyes crinkling adorably. “You’re having a drink with two women who find you very interesting. That’s all it has to be.” She straightens again, reaching for her own drink to sip through the straw. 

Dana leans back in her seat, fingers loose around her glass, watching you with a warm and patient gaze. “Tell us something.” She tilts her chin down a little, like she’s used to looking over the rim of glasses. “When this trip ends, what are you going home to?” 

The question seems random, yet something about it seems perfectly timed. “An apartment I just started renting.” You roll your lips between your teeth, trying to hide the way your heart sinks. “Friends who don’t know what a divorce really feels like. Guess I’m still trying to figure it out.” 

The two of them exchange a glance– something that speaks the years they’ve been together in their own private language without a word said aloud. You watch the exchange with rapt attention. A twitch of Dana’s lips, the minute raise of Cassie’s eyebrows before their gazes are back on you. 

“That’s the hardest part,” Dana says, and there’s a weight behind it that tells you she isn’t offering empty comfort. “When the life you built becomes a before.” 

You’d never heard it put that way, but it made perfect sense coming from her. “Before,” you repeat quietly, brow furrowing in thought. 

She tilts her glass in your direction as she hums at your acknowledgment. “We’ve both had ‘em. Different reasons.” 

Your lips part at the admission, something splitting open in your chest. You feel the energy at the table shift– the conversation pleasantly moving from light to something with more weight, more texture. 

“Can I ask?” You chew the inside of your lip as you hesitate, eyes flicking between the two of them. “Which kind was yours?” 

Dana is the first to speak. “The kind where you wake up one morning and realize the person next to you is a stranger. Took me until I was forty-eight to realize it. Two daughters and twenty-five years.” Her expression doesn’t reflect the regret held in her eyes. 

You absorb the information quietly before looking to Cassie, watching as her hand squeezes Dana’s on the table. “And what about you?” 

“Mine was different,” she says, glancing to Dana for reassurance. “Realized my ex-husband was an enabler after my son was born, and left him. I’m an addict, so leaving him was the best thing I could have done for myself and my kid. I’ve been sober eleven years.” 

You feel that split in you widen, something akin to liquid adoration pouring out. “That’s amazing, congratulations.” 

Cassie’s mouth softens at the edges– not quite a smile, something a little more grateful. “Thank you.” 

“You’re very-” You start, then stop, laughing softly at yourself. “I was going to say you’re very easy to talk to, but then I realized how very ordinary that sounds.” 

“Ordinary things are usually true,” Dana says smoothly, the creases at the corners of her eyes deepening. 

Cassie’s gaze is heavier on you now, something swooping low in your belly again. “What?” You ask, feeling a blush start on the apples of your cheeks. 

She tilts her head, her eyes narrowing in amusement. “Just thinking you didn’t expect to find what you did here.” 

You tilt your head just slightly. “And what did I find?” 

“Good company.” Her mouth curves, easy and slow. “Better than whatever you were doing at that bar by yourself.” 

A soft snort leaves you before you can stop it. “That’s for sure. I guess I was expecting to be propositioned and sent on my way when I said no.” 

“But you haven’t said no,” Dana says, completely unbothered, swirling her drink in her glass before taking a sip. 

The statement lands square between your ribs, your heart hammering against your chest. “No,” you agree slowly. “I haven’t.” 

The admission hangs in the air, thick and heavy. Neither of them reacts, which somehow makes it worse. Or better. You can’t tell if the rapid way your heart beats is from panic or want. 

“Is it something you’re thinking about?” Cassie sips from her drink again, hiding the obviously pleased smirk you get a glimpse of. 

“Can I ask you something?” You deflect, feeling a little overwhelmed. 

Dana nods, her expression kind. Go ahead. 

“Does this-” You pause, biting the inside of your cheek as you choose your words carefully. “Does this happen often?” 

Cassie smiles, the lines around her mouth deepening. “You mean, do we make a habit of picking up women at hotel bars?” 

You laugh through your nose and nod. 

“No, never,” Dana says, and you know it’s the truth before she continues. “We’re celebrating five years married and thought it could be fun.” She leans forward, her forearms resting on the table's edge. “Then you walked in and sat at that bar looking like the weight of the world was on your shoulders, and Cassie couldn’t take her eyes off of you.” 

“In my defense,” Cassie says, not sounding a bit remorseful, “you’re very pretty.” 

The bluntness pulls a giggle from you, the sound almost startling you. You can’t remember the last time someone made you giggle. You watch as something shifts on their faces– like they were pleased by the sound of it. 

“Five years,” you say, shifting slightly as you try to dull the growing heat low in your stomach. “Congratulations.” 

“Thank you, doll.” Dana settles back in her seat, still pleased. “Best decision I ever made.” Her eyes cut briefly to Cassie– a warm look shared between them that makes something in your chest ache– before they slide back to you. “Second best decision is shaping up to be buying you that drink.” 

You know they know you’re interested, but you’re still not sure exactly what you’re interested in. You’d been attracted to women before, but never in this magnetic way they were drawing you in. You finish off your drink, thankful that you’d come here after dinner and the alcohol wasn’t settling the way it usually does. 

“So.” Cassie sets her empty drink down, ice cubes clinking against the glass. “You never answered our question.” 

You shift again, much less nervous this time. You take a deep breath and gather your courage. “I’ve never been with a woman, let alone two.” You hesitate, heart stuttering in your chest as you inhale shakily. “But yes, I think I am.” 

The silence that follows is brief and charged, and then Dana’s mouth curves into a slow, attractive smile that you’re sure is going to live rent-free in your head long after you’ve left Pittsburgh. “Was that so hard?” She asks, voice low and even. 

“Terrifying, actually.” You admit, your laugh is both relieved and emotional at once. 

“Nothing happens that you don’t want,” Dana reassures, her gaze finding yours– steady and soft, giving you the power. 

“How would this work?” You’re trying to be logical, not to stall, but to give yourself some type of expectation. 

Cassie chuckles, her smile lopsided. “We hadn’t exactly planned that far ahead.” 

Breathless, you lean back in your seat, eyes darting between the two of them. You have no idea what to say next, your mind suddenly conjuring images you’d never entertained before. 

It wasn’t that you weren’t attracted to women– of course you were– you just hadn’t allowed yourself to entertain the thought fully. You had been loyal to your ex-husband to a fault. Repressing feelings. Repressing your true self. 

Dana must see something on your face because her expression softens and she reaches out to touch you for the first time. Her hand wraps around yours, calming you and igniting you instantaneously. “We can tell you what to do.” Her voice has dropped into a husky cadence that drops straight to between your legs. 

You make a noise that’s closer to a pained whimper, the need suddenly unbearable. “Okay.” Your voice cracks as your thighs clench under the table. 

Cassie curses under her breath, standing with a sudden urgency that almost startles you, her chair scraping loudly just enough to betray the composure she’d been holding onto for the last hour. “We should go upstairs,” she says, and it isn’t a question. Her voice had lost it’s composure too, suddenly dripping with unmasked desire. 

“Cassandra.” Dana’s voice is clipped, a low warning hidden beneath it, though Cassie just huffs. 

“I was just saying what you’re thinking, too.” Cassie extends her hand toward you, palm up. 

Dana squeezes your hand once more before releasing it and rising from her chair, unhurried– you realize the almost deliberate contrast to her wife. The push and pull of Cassie’s urgency and Dana’s leisure. 

It’s making you dizzy, but in an exhilarating way. Anticipation builds up in your spine as you take Cassie’s hand, letting her pull you from your chair. You’re standing so close that you have to tip your chin up slightly to hold her gaze, and the way she’s looking at you– eyes dark and pupils wide– knocks the air from your lungs in a soft heave. 

“Still okay?” Dana murmurs from beside you, her hand finding the small of your back while still keeping her distance. 

“Yeah,” you manage. Remarkably steady for someone whose heart is attempting to beat out of her chest. 

Her fingers curl just slightly, pressing into the meat of your back gently. “Good. Let us know if that changes, okay?” 

You give her the most reassuring smile you can muster and nod, not quite trusting your voice. Dana drops her hand from you as Cassie leads you toward the lobby, and you follow with no hesitation. 

You need this. You realize as you wait with them for the elevator. Cassie’s thumb brushes against your thumb, her energy heightening your senses as she narrows her gaze on the door, like she’s willing the elevator to come faster. It makes you laugh quietly, drawing her eyes back to you. 

“I’ve never had someone so eager to get me alone.” You explain, surprising yourself again– bold and a little teasing, nothing like you’d been an hour ago, apologizing for staring. You realize you’re feeling more confident– your decision to go with them is making you want to stand taller, be braver. 

Her smile turns more seductive, her eyes crinkling in that way you’re starting to crave. “Get used to it,” she says. 

Dana makes a quiet sound behind you that is absolutely an agreeable laugh. 

The elevator arrives with a soft chime and the three of you step inside. The doors slide shut and you find yourself drifting closer to Cassie, catching your reflection in the shiny steel walls. Your cheeks are flushed, eyes bright, and posture more relaxed than you’ve seen in months. It makes you smile to yourself, warmth blooming in your chest. 

You watch as Dana presses the top floor, a question popping into your head. “What made you choose this hotel? Instead of something more, I don’t know, romantic?” 

Dana’s mouth curves in a way you aren’t privy to yet. “Who says it isn’t romantic?” 

You look at her incredulously, gesturing to the cold elevator. “I just mean, it’s a Westin.” 

“It’s where we had our first date.” Cassie leans a little closer to you, looking past you to share a warm smile with Dana. “I was trying to take her to this cool lounge a friend had gotten me a membership for, since they serve specialty mocktails, but neither of us realized they didn’t open until 9.” Cassie grimaces at the memory, and Dana chuckles beside you. 

“The Westin was right next door, so we decided to save that for another night. Ended up downstairs. Accidentally became tradition.” Dana shrugs like their first date is run-of-the-mill. 

“That’s actually really cute.” You laugh sweetly as the elevator slows, the numbers above the door showing “26”. Your light mood dips as Dana and Cassie share a glance– another silent conversation. 

Dana leads the way down the hallway, keycard already being pulled from her pocket as you approach a door near the end. It opens with a beep and a whir that sound far too loud in the quiet hallway, goosebumps rising on your arms as the weight of what you’re about to do settles on you. 

Dana notices your hesitation, stepping in ahead of you. She doesn’t say anything, just casually pulls off her blazer and lays it across the back of the desk chair, leaving her in a dark tank top. She can tell you’re nervous and doesn’t want to push you too far. 

She’d learned in her thirty years of nursing that the most important thing she could offer anyone was patience, no matter the situation. 

Behind her, she hears the soft shift of your weight– you stepping over the threshold, the door clicking shut behind you. She turns and sees that Cassie has given you space now, a swell of pride in her chest– even if it had taken the younger woman considerably more effort. 

Dana continues into the room, passing the bedroom door to stand by the window. She parts the curtains, allowing the glow of the city to permeate the room. “Come look,” she says, not turning around. 

She listens to your footsteps– tentative at first, but then more deliberate– waiting until you come into view, stepping closer than you had before. So close she could feel your body heat. 

“God,” you whisper. “It’s beautiful.” 

She hums in agreement, her hand finding the small of your back tentatively. Relief washes through her as you lean into it. She turns her head just enough to look at you– cheeks still flushed, eyes soft and wide as you look at the view. You look younger than you did downstairs, like your freedom had lifted years from you. 

She steps closer to you, drawn in like a moth to flame as her hand slides around your side. You lean fully into her— she lets the soft sigh you make warm her further, hand twitching against your side. 

“Still with us?” She asks quietly– not an are you okay, something more precise and probing than that. 

You meet her gaze, finding something there that settles the tension she still holds. “Still with you,” you say, lips lifting in a gentle smile. 

She holds your gaze for another moment, reading the steadiness in your answer. She’s aware of Cassie behind her, now settled on the couch as she’s giving deliberate space. Letting her take the lead. 

“I want to kiss you,” she says, her hand pressing just slightly firmer against your side. “Can I?” 

“Yes,” you breathe, and the word is so soft she nearly feels it more than she hears it. 

She doesn’t rush as she leans in, giving you ample time to pull away before her lips brush yours. She feels you stiffen for half a second before you exhale through your nose, pressing your mouth fully to hers. 

It’s a chaste kiss, breaking before she can let herself lose control. She doesn’t mean to be treating you like a flight risk, but she knows it’s still a possibility. “Okay?” she murmurs, pulling back enough to study the expression on your face. 

Your eyes open slowly, pupils gone a little wider. “Yeah.” Your voice is different now, too– lower, a little unsteady in that way that has nothing to do with nerves anymore. “Really okay.” 

Behind you, she watches as Cassie shifts on the couch– cutting her a look over your shoulder. Cassie stills immediately, though the exhale she lets out is long-suffering, pulling a quiet laugh from Dana’s chest. 

Your head turns toward Cassie, but Dana reaches up to cup your cheek and turn you back. “Eyes on me, sweetheart.” 

You follow willingly, and heat floods through Dana. She lets her thumb trace along your jaw, watching the way your breath catches at the soft touch. You’re so responsive– every small thing lands on you like you’ve been waiting for it. 

She tilts her head, studying you in the low light. “Tell me what you need.” 

She sees her answer land exactly where she wants it to– your hands finally reaching to touch her. It’s light and tentative, your fingers brushing her waist. “I need you to keep telling me what to do.” 

“That,” she says quietly, her thumb sweeping your cheekbone in one deliberate brush. “I can absolutely do.” 

She drops her hand from your face, watching the flicker of disappointment cross your expression. It tips the corner of her lips just a little. She steps past you, knowing your eyes will follow her before she sits next to Cassie. 

“Come sit.” Dana leans back on the couch, tapping her thigh. She watches as you hesitate for a moment, your eyes flicking between them before you’re moving forward. She had expected you to sit sideways on her thighs, but you straddle her instead. 

The action pulls a surprised noise from her, hands steadying on your wait. Yours find purchase on her shoulders, sliding up and behind her neck. She watches as surprise flickers across your face at the boldness of it, like your obedience had been instinctual. 

Dana hears Cassie inhale sharply next to her, knowing this is turning her on just as much. You’re looking at her with dark eyes and slightly parted lips– not a hint of fear. It’s something closer to overwhelming want– the look of someone who’d been starving without realizing it. 

Her hands slide up your thighs to your waist, dipping below the tails of your blazer. “How about we take this off?” 

You shrug it off with zero hesitation, Cassie reaching out to take it as it slides from your arms, tossing it to the opposite side of the couch. Dana smoothes her palms up your sides again, pulling your blouse from your pants so she can make contact with your skin. 

Something feral builds up her spine– desire burning hot at the first touch of your flesh. There was something so new and exciting about touching another woman while her wife watches, even as impatient as Cassie is. You shift in her lap as her fingers grip the meat of your hip, your eyes landing on her lips again. 

She doesn’t make you wait, closing the distance herself this time, one hand firm on your hip and the other sliding up your bare back. 

You kiss differently than Cassie. Where her wife is heat and urgency and assuredness, you’re tentative and slow. It’s a delicious contrast, and the noise that crawls up her throat surprises even her. 

Cassie’s hand finds your hair, gathering it to one side, her lips finding the side of your neck before Dana has fully processed she’s moved. The effect on you is immediate– you gasp against her lips, your spine arching between them, skin flushing hotter. 

You pull away from Dana, allowing her to watch the look on your face as you tip your head to give Cassie more room. The first stirrings of real arousal start in Dana, her clit pulsing between her legs as Cassie’s lips travel over your skin. She’d expected to feel some sort of jealousy, but all she feels is a hot, thick blanket of desire. Her hips shift up when you turn your head, lips connecting to Cassie’s. 

Cassie dominates the kiss immediately, kissing you deeper than Dana had. She loses herself watching the two of you, her eyes glazing over as desire burns through her. One of your hands leaves her neck, landing on Cassie’s neck as she steals the breath from your lungs. 

Cassie makes a noise that Dana feels in her core, a gentle rocking of your hips that has Dana nearly losing her composure. She gently rests her hand against Cassie’s thigh, simply as a reminder that she’s there. 

Cassie breaks the kiss first, both catching your breath as her lips find your temple when you turn back to Dana. Another surprise from you– you pull Dana in for another kiss this time. 

A low moan is pulled from Dana’s chest as she kisses you more hungrily this time, control weakening considerably. Your responding whimper is enough to fully break that control, causing Dana to pull back. “Bedroom?” She asks, voice deep and rough. 

She watches as the question settles– the small shiver that wracks your body, the way your throat works around a swallow. But you don’t hesitate. You climb off her lap and extend your hand to her, excitement brightening your eyes. 

Cassie is already moving when Dana takes your hand, hauling herself off the couch with much less decorum. Dana catches the look on her face– equal parts desire and awe. Hazel eyes land on hers, sparkling with joy and anticipation. Dana only has to raise her eyebrows before Cassie kisses her, the familiarity spiking her arousal higher. 

She feels you watching them, and when she pulls back from Cassie’s lips, she finds you exactly how she’d expected– eyes wide, lips parted, breathing fast. 

“Sorry,” Cassie says to you, not sounding remotely apologetic. 

“Don’t be,” you say quietly, catching your lower lip between your teeth. The action proves to be the end of Dana’s control, taking both you and Cassie toward the bedroom without another word– her hand in yours, pushing Cassie by the small of her back. 

“Who’s impatient now?” Cassie mutters playfully, earning a glare from Dana and a giggle from you. 

She ignores the quip as she pushes open the bedroom door with the hand not joined with yours. Cassie steps in first, clicking on the bedside lamp. Dana barely has time to register your movement before you’re kissing her again– arms wrapping around her neck, pressing your entire body into her. Regaining her composure, she guides you toward the bed, letting your knees hit the side before she pulls back. 

“Sit.” She says, soft yet demanding. A shiver of pleasure runs through her as you do so without hesitation, staring up at her like you’re awaiting the next order. Her eyes flicker to Cassie, telling her silently to sit too, her eyes cutting over your shoulder. The other woman understands immediately, sliding onto the bed to kneel behind you. 

Dana reaches to tug at the bottom of your blouse, your arms lifting as she pulls it off over your head. Hums softly as Cassie’s lips connect with your neck, watching you shiver with the feeling. 

Her eyes roam over the newly exposed skin, dragging over your collarbones, down to your breasts, over your stomach. She leans down and kisses you– deeper this time, without the careful restraint she’d been holding all evening. Her hands cup your face, yours finding her waist as you pull her closer between your legs. 

Dana pulls back from this kiss, her breathing heavier now, eyes dark with want as she studies your face. Your face is flushed, lips swollen from kissing, eyes dark with a want that Dana suspects you’d never allowed yourself to feel before. Behind you, Cassie’s mouth works along the curve of your neck, teeth grazing just below your ear. Dana watches as goosebumps break out across your shoulders and neck, eyelashes fluttering. 

“You’re so responsive.” She murmurs, letting her hands slide around to your back. Her fingers find the clasp of your bra with practiced ease, letting it hang limp on your shoulders once unclasped. “So sexy.” 

She sees the praise land, sees the way your nipples harden beneath the loose fabric before Cassie’s hands slide around from behind to ease the garment off your shoulders. The cool air hits your skin, and you shiver– not from nervousness, but anticipation. 

“God,” Cassie breathes against your ear, her hands cupping your breasts from behind, thumbs brushing over your nipples. Dana feels a surge of heat watching you together– her wife’s eagerness and your surrender to pleasure. 

Dana lets her eyes drop to where Cassie’s hands work, her tongue darting out to wet her lips. She can feel her own arousal building, moisture pooling in her own underwear. Her hands find the front of your pants, fingers deftly undoing the button of your pants. “Lift for me, sweetheart.” 

You obey, so willing, and Dana feels a thrill of satisfaction. A true gift to have a woman so willing to obey under their hands. She slides your pants down your thighs, Cassie’s hands still busy on your breasts while you kick them off. Left in nothing but your underwear, sitting between the two of them, Dana can see the vulnerability in your eyes– but it’s the vulnerability of wanting something so badly and being unable to voice it. 

Dana’s hands slide up your thighs, her touch soft and slow, watching your face for every micro-expression. Right now, she sees pure desire, and it makes her own pulse quicken. You’re giving into the feeling of Cassie’s fingers pinching your nipples, your hips unable to stay still as your body seeks friction. 

“Tell me what you want,” Dana says, fingers tracing the edge of your underwear but not moving beneath. She needs to hear you say it– needs you to claim your desire. 

Your breath catches, but when you speak, your voice is steady despite the arousal roughening it. “Touch me.” Your eyes meet hers, pleading and resolute. 

“Good girl.” The praise makes your thighs clench, her fingers digging into the plush flesh there. “Head of the bed.” 

Cassie shifts behind you, giving you room to move up the bed, Dana pulling your underwear down as you move back. You don’t hide yourself as you lie back against the pillows, watching Dana with open lust as she pulls her shirt off herself, moving to her jeans. Cassie quickly follows her actions, both of them stripping down to their underwear. 

She preens slightly as your eyes drink her in, flicking to Cassie too, with undisguised awe and need in your features. 

Dana climbs onto the bed, settling between your spread legs. Your thighs open eagerly for her without coaxing, her smirk widening. Her fingers trail up your thighs to your outer lips, thumbs pressing to spread you. “You’re already so wet,” she purrs, fingers already coated. 

“Since the bar,” you admit breathlessly, hips lifting to her touch. “Since I sat down.” 

Cassie chuckles darkly as she settles next to you, pressing into your side as she trails her fingers above Dana’s and up to your breasts again. “Were you thinking about this while you were sitting there?” You nod, Dana hooking her arms under your legs and settling on her stomach between your thighs. 

Cassie leans to kiss you hotly, Dana taking your moment of distraction to lean in and give the first broad stroke of her tongue through your folds. You cry out against Cassie’s lips, hand flying to her hair, fingers tangling in the blonde strands and gripping– not tentative, demanding and sure. She licks again, slower this time, learning the taste of you, the texture, what makes you whimper and moan. 

Above her, Cassie’s mouth moves from your lips to your neck, gently biting the skin as you writhe under them. Dana feels a surge of love for her wife as she watches– they’re working so well together to bring you pleasure. She sinks into the feeling of being able to see what the younger woman so often does to her, to finally be on the outside of it. It only makes her wetter as she watches, internally chuckling at her new voyeurism kink. 

“Please,” You whimper, hands digging harder into Dana’s scalp. “Need more.” 

Dana knows exactly what you need. She teases your entrance with her middle finger before sliding it inside of you. Your pussy clenches around her finger as her tongue circles your clit, her moan vibrating the bundle of nerves. She can feel the tension in your body building– the way your thighs tremble and your breathing goes ragged. She adds another finger. 

“That’s it,” Cassie murmurs against your cheek, fingers still tweaking your nipples as she takes in the sight of her wife eating your pussy. “Come for us, baby. Let go.” 

Your orgasm crashes through you, back arching off the bed as you cry out, loud and unrestrained. Dana works you through it, fingers and tongue gentling but not stopping until you’re trembling, oversensitive, and pushing at her head with clear intent. 

Dana pulls back with a satisfied smile, her lips glistening with your wetness, wiping away what's on her chin. “Beautiful,” she breathes, crawling up your body to kiss you. She lets you taste yourself on her tongue, and you kiss her back hungrily, licking into her mouth for more of it. 

She pulls away after a few moments, settling beside you opposite Cassie. Dana watches your chest rise and fall, still catching your breath, your body still humming with aftershocks. 

“I want…” You pause, and Dana sees the shyness creep back in despite everything that’s just happened. “I want to try. With one of you.” 

Dana feels warmth bloom in her chest, something tender mixing with arousal. “Yeah?” she asks softly, letting you see the burning desire in her eyes. 

“Will you show me?” You swallow, looking between them. 

“Of course,” Dana says, bringing her hand up to cup your cheek. She catches Cassie’s gaze, her lips tipping up. “Why don’t you lay down, honey? She can practice on you.” 

Cassie’s face splits in a grin as she lies back on the bed, Dana chuckling softly. You shift next to her, sitting up to look down at Cassie. Dana places a gentle hand to your back, pushing forward slightly. “Sit between her legs.” She notices as your hands shake slightly once you settle there, her hand not leaving it’s spot. “Take your time,” she murmurs. “Start by touching her.” She settles closer to you, sitting on her heels. 

She watches as you run your hands up Cassie’s thighs– watches the muscles jump beneath your palms, hears the soft sound Cassie makes, watches her hips shift. You hook your fingers in the waistband of Cassie’s underwear and look up at her face– seeking permission, Dana notes with pride. 

“Please,” Cassie breathes, Dana’s own arousal ratchets even higher with the way you breathe out audibly when you peel them off her. Your expression is pure hunger mixed with wonder. You’ve never been this close to another woman like this– the expression on your face is incredibly similar to the one Dana was sure her face had held when she saw another woman’s pussy for the first time, too. 

“Touch her,” Dana instructs, keeping her voice low and steady, ignoring the way her own clit pulses with need. “Use your fingers first. Feel how soft she is.” 

Dana hums as you reach out tentatively, running your fingertips through Cassie’s folds. The desperate little whimper Cassie makes sends a bolt of heat straight through Dana. She observes you explore slowly, fingers pressing over her clit before moving down and around her folds. It’s exciting watching you figure her wife out– knowing exactly what she likes. You already seem so natural at it– repeating motions that make Cassie gasp, and her hips rise. 

“That’s good,” Dana praises, meaning it. “Now taste her. Start gentle, just your tongue. Flat and slow like I did, remember?” 

Dana watches as you lean forward, sees Cassie tremble as your breath ghosts over her pussy. You press a kiss to her inner thigh first, then another closer to where Cassie needs you. Finally, you let your tongue drag through her folds, the moan you let out closer to relief than anything. 

Cassie moans, long and low, her hand flying to your hair. Dana’s hand trails across your back, her touch far too innocent for the filth you’re currently inflicting. She watches as you do it again, more confidently this time, and Cassie’s thighs fall open wider. Dana’s own pussy is throbbing now, watching you discover the taste of her wife, watching you lose yourself in it. 

“Just like that,” Dana murmurs. “She likes indirect contact on her clit at first. Up and down on your left side between-” She’s cut off by a loud moan from Cassie and she knows you’ve followed her directions. “Good girl.” 

She lets out a shaky breath as she shifts, watching your movement carefully. You’re still a little clumsy in your movement, but as the seconds tick by, you’re growing more confident. 

Her own need starts to become too much to ignore, the noises Cassie is making has her positively soaked. She slides her underwear down her legs, seeing you look up to watch her, keeping your eyes as she straddles Cassie’s head. She hears your whimper as she settles her pussy over Cassie’s mouth, already anticipating Cassie’s sure tongue. 

“Don’t stop,” Dana commands softly, looking at you with what she knows are dark eyes. “Keep going.” 

Cassie moans at the first taste of Dana’s cunt, the sound muffled and vibrating, her hips bucking up toward your mouth. Then Cassie’s tongue finds Dana’s clit, and Dana’s eyes flutter closed for just a moment, lips parting on a sigh. Fuck, her wife knows exactly what to do. 

Dana forces her eyes open again because she needs to see this— you between Cassie’s thighs, working her with your mouth while Cassie works Dana with hers. The sight is almost too much. She catches you redoubling your efforts, clearly trying to replicate what Dana had done to you earlier. 

“Use your fingers too,” Dana instructs, her voice low and rough now as Cassie’s tongue circles her clit. “Slide them inside while you- fuck- while you use your tongue on her clit.” 

Dana sighs as you press one finger into Cassie’s entrance. She knows how wet Cassie must be with how easily you slip inside. She feels her wife’s pleasure through her mouth, the moan vibrating across her entire pussy. “Just like that. Add another.” She grits through clenched teeth, already close to coming just from watching and the brief touch of her wife’s tongue. 

She can feel Cassie getting closer through the trembling of her body, the way her tongue has started to lose focus. She reaches for Cassie’s breasts, groping her roughly as she starts to rock against her tongue. “She’s close.” She pants, breaths coming in short grunts. “Make her come. Suck her clit- oh god- gently.” 

Dana watches as you seal your lips around Cassie’s clit and suck, and Cassie comes with a muffled cry, her back arching off the bed. Dana grinds down hard against Cassie’s face, practically smothering her as she chases her own orgasm, body falling foward to rest one hand on the bed by her hip, the other on your shoulder. “Fuck- Cass-” Her words are cut off as she comes, her head falling forward as she shakes through it. 

You pull away from Cassie’s pussy, face covered in her juices– pride and contentment washing through her as she blows out one last breath, climbing from her wife’s face to collapse to her side, head toward the foot of the bed. “Jesus christ-” 

“Come here.” Cassie rasps, reaching for you. 

Dana groans as she watches you kiss her wife, knowing you’re tasting her on Cassie’s tongue. She shifts, sliding up beside Cassie as her hand settles on your back. “You’re a quick learner,” she murmurs when you pull away, shifting to lie beside Cassie. 

You laugh breathlessly, clearly still dizzy from the intensity of everything. “Good teacher.” 

Dana feels the exhaustion settling in her bones– the good kind, the kind that comes after real satisfaction. Beside her, Cassie’s already sprawled out, her arm over her eyes, her chest rising and lowering slowly. You’re curled into Cassie’s side, leg over her hip as you try to regain your composure. 

“You good, kid?” Dana asks, her hand sliding over your outer thigh. 

You lift your head to look at her, and there’s something lighter in your face now– relief, maybe, satisfaction. “Yeah. I’m..Really okay.” You pause, then add quietly, “Thank you. Both of you.” 

Cassie drops her arm from her face and grins at you. “Trust me, baby, the pleasure was mutual.” 

You laugh again, relaxing back into the mattress. The room settles into a comfortable silence, just the sound of breathing and the faint hum of the air conditioner. Dana’s hand stays on your hip, her thumb tracing lazy circles. 

After a while, Cassie shifts and props herself up on her elbows. “We should get breakfast tomorrow.” She shuffles down the bed to the minifridge, grabbing two bottles of water. She tosses one to the bed beside you, taking a few gulps before handing it to Dana. “There’s this place down the street that does amazing pancakes.” 

Dana sees your expression shift as you sit up, cracking the top off your water to take a sip. “I wish I could,” you say, sounding like you mean it. “But I have an early flight and need to be at the airport by six.” 

“Ouch.” Dana says sympathetically. “That’s alright, honey. Maybe next time.” 

“Yeah, next time.” You grimace a little as you take another sip, shaking your head. “This was…I’m really glad this happened.” The words are genuine, blanketing Dana in warmth. 

“So are we.” Dana squeezes your hip. She feels the shift before you move– something settling in you, a decision being made. 

“I should go back to my room,” you say, sounding a little sad. 

Cassie sits at the end of the bed as you stand, slowly gathering your clothes. “You good?” 

“Really good,” you say, and Dana hears the truth in it. You’re pulling on your blouse, fingers working the buttons. “This was exactly what I needed.” 

“It was,” Dana agrees. She means it. There’s no disappointment held in her voice, just the clean satisfaction that the night went better than any of them had planned. 

You finish dressing, slipping into your heels. At the door, you turn back to glance at the two of them lounging in bed. “Thank you, again.” 

“Anytime you’re in Pittsburg,” Cassie says with a grin. Dana doesn’t disagree. 

You laugh softly, and then you’re gone, the door clicking shut behind you. 

Dana settles back into the pillows, Cassie crawling up the bed to join her under the covers once more. The room feels different now– they feel different now. It isn’t unsettling, simply right. 

“That was a good night,” Cassie murmurs against her shoulder. 

Dana laughs, her arm settling around Cassie’s shoulder as she pulls her in, her lips to her temple. “Happy anniversary.” 

Cassie’s joyful laugh rings through the bedroom. “Happy anniversary.”