Controversally Young GF

You’d teased her all night– your hand on her thigh, pressing into her side to snake your arm around her waist and finger at the skin exposed on her hip, whimpering in her ear when you were bordering on a little too tipsy, letting her know what you wanted tonight.

She’d definitely been paying close attention. 

“You think this is funny?” Cassie murmurs against your mouth, her hands pinning your wrists above your head in a soft restraint. “Driving me crazy all night in front of everyone?”

“A little,” you admit, your lips curling in a pleased smile. 

She pulls away from you enough to look into your eyes– eyes dark with desire, cheeks flushed, and a wicked smile that always meant trouble. She turns without another word, pulling you with her toward the bedroom. Silently leading you to the bed, she stops just short of it, pointing to the mattress. 

“Sit.” 

You sit. Her grin grows wider as she pulls her t-shirt off over her head, her fingers moving to the button of her jeans. She takes her time undressing, both giving you a bit of a show and easing the tension higher. 

Your eyes remain on her, gripping the comforter in your fists as you try your best to look patient and failing. She sees your struggle, her lips curling into something a little more wicked. 

She pushes you back against the mattress with a hand to your shoulder, her legs swinging over your hips to straddle you. A heavy exhale leaves your lungs as she settles down, your eyes flicking down to her boxers briefly, your mouth already watering. Can’t focus on anything but the thought of being buried between her thighs– her taste coating your tongue as her fingers tug your hair to the point of pain, writhing against you as you suck on her clit. 

She stares at you through a hooded gaze, her fingers toying with the edge of your shirt. “Oh, no, baby.” Her tone is condescending as she pushes your shirt up and over your head. “You don’t deserve my pussy with how much of a tease you’ve been tonight.” Her hand dips beneath the hem of her boxers– the sound she makes is soft, her head tipping back for just a moment before she levels her gaze on you. 

“You’re going to watch,” she breathes, her voice catching as you watch with rapt attention. “And you’re not going to touch me until I say so.” 

It’s genuinely cruel, and you know it. The smirk on her lips confirms she had thought about this specifically. She takes her time– hips rolling slowly, eyes on your face as she tracks every expression with clinical satisfaction. Your hands curl into the sheets, your patience wearing thin. 

“Cassie-” You finally wheeze, your hips lifting to press into her as your patience snaps. “Please.” 

“Please…What?” She sneers condescendingly, her hand pulling from her boxers, slick as she wipes them against the material. It rips a whine from your throat, wanting nothing more than to take those fingers between your lips. 

“Cassie- please, I need you- Please, please- daddy.” You writhe under her, fists white-knuckling the sheets. 

The atmosphere changes immediately, the charged tension crackling in the air. Cassie goes completely still on top of you– her sneer dissolves, her jaw going slack as she stares at you, pupils blowing wide. 

“What,” she breathes slowly, “did you just say?” 

You blink a few times before the word comes slamming back to you, your breath seizing in your chest. “I didn’t mean to-” 

“No.” She leans down, caging you in with a hand on either side of your head. Her voice drops into that dangerous register that has your cunt pulsing in need. “Say it again.” 

An involuntary shiver runs through both of you as you breathe it again. “Daddy.” 

She’s moving before the last syllable is past your lips, yanking your jeans and underwear down in a few swift moves, her eyes boring into yours as she commands you to take off your shirt. She stands and moves toward the nightstand, heat flooding you as you realize what she's doing. 

You watch as she steps into the harness with practiced efficiency, tightening the straps with practiced hand, and by the time she turns back around, your mouth has gone completely dry. She looks devastating– confident and sure as she practically saunters back to the bed. 

She crawls back over you, caging you in as she stares down at you, eyes studying you hard. “Say it again.” Her voice is nothing but gravel– dripping with desire and awe. 

Swallowing harshly, you can feel your cheeks heating as the honorific slips from you again. “Daddy, please…” Your lower lip catches between your teeth, and Cassie’s hand comes up to gently release it. 

“That’s so fuckin’ hot.” She murmurs more to herself, and a moment later, she’s leaning down to catch you in a desperate kiss. Her hand leaves your jaw to trail down your body, stopping to palm your breast before moving further down.

Her fingers find your wet slit, her groan rumbling against your lips. “This all for me, baby?” Her grin is cocky as she pulls away, her fingers swirling your wetness around.  

You try to reply, but all that comes out is a broken moan as your hips lift toward her hand. She lets out a low chuckle, her brow furrowing in concentration as the pads of her fingers find your clit. “Beg for it.” She almost growls, pressing her hips down so the silicone cock presses into your thigh. 

“Please- Gods, please, Cassie. Fuck me.” 

Shaking her head, she presses both points of contact down harder. “No, no, baby. Not quite right.” 

You clamp your jaw and eyes shut as another wave of pleasure washes over you, writhing under her. “Please- Daddy. Fuck me. Need your cock. Please.” 

“That’s it…” Moving her fingers away from your cunt, she reaches to position the dildo at your entrance, lubing it with your slickness. “You’re so fucking sexy. You have no fucking clue, do you?” She pushes forward, filling you slowly— your choked gasp swallowed by her lips again. 

She starts a slow grind once she’s fully seated, lips moving across your jaw to bury her face in your neck. Your fingers scramble for something to hold on to, landing on her ass as you try to pull her impossibly deeper. You adore the feeling of being completely surrounded by her— filled and fucked and wanted. 

When she pulls her hips back, it pulls gasps from both of you– the toy dragging along your walls perfectly while it tugs against Cassie’s clit. 

She sets a rhythm that steals every coherent thought from your head– deep rolling thrusts that pull gasps from each of you. Her breath hot against your neck, your fingers pressing into the muscle of her ass to pull her impossibly deeper. 

“Daddy-” The word spills from you naturally now, pulling a shudder from her, her pace faltering before she steadies and gives you more. 

“Say it again,” she grits out, her teeth making contact with your throat. 

“Daddy, please- harder-” 

You beg in such a sweet voice that it ratchets her arousal higher with each stroke. She obliges immediately, driving forward hard enough to punch the air from your lungs in a sharp cry. Her hand slides to your lower back, pulling to tilt her hips in a way that makes your vision blur at the edges. 

“Right there-” You choke out, your eyes squeezing shut as she hits that perfect spot. “Right there- don’t stop.” You half-whine, hands scrambling to wrap around her shoulders as you hang onto her. 

“I’ve got you.” Her lips find your jaw, your cheek, her breathing heavy and sudden– a testament to the effort she was putting in to make you feel good. 

She braces one hand beside your head, the other grabbing your fleshy thigh and pushing it up, and at this angle she’s hitting somewhere deep and perfect– you can feel your orgasm building at the pace of a freight train. You can hear each time her cock pushes into you, the wet noise of your coupling filling the silence between your cries. 

“Cassie-” Her name is torn from your throat. “Daddy- I”m gonna-” You’re surprised by the swiftness of your impending peak, though you shouldn’t be– her neediness disguised as dominance always turned you on more, knowing how much you affect her. 

“Do it.” She practically growls the words, her hips snapping harder against yours. Hard enough that your tits bounce, your hand flying to the headboard to hold yourself steady enough to receive her full power. 

Your orgasm crashes through you like a wave– sudden and devastating, your whole body arching into her as it tears out of you in a broken cry of her name. She fucks you thoroughly every moment, her hips snapping relentlessly until you’re shaking, overstimulated, fingers twisting in her hair, vision blacking out at the edges, voice too hoarse to make noise. 

She follows you moments before you fully come down, a low and shuddering groan muffled against your throat, fully pushing the toy inside you so she can grind against the textured base of the toy until she stills against you. 

She doesn’t move off you right away. Letting you stay connected as you both catch your breath, chests heaving as your breasts press together. Your heaving breaths slowly calm with hers, using each other to ground yourselves. 

Eventually, she pulls back enough to press a kiss to the juncture of your jaw and neck before moving off you to deal with the harness and toy, her movements languid and satiated as she unbuckles and drops them unconsciously off the side of the bed. Then she’s back– pulling the blanket up over both of you, tucking you into her side as you let out a soft noise of contentment. 

Her lips press to your temple, and you can feel her smile there. 

“Hi,’ you murmur, grinning. 

“Hi,” she breathes back, her grin widening when you tip your chin to look at her. She looks just as wrecked as you feel– her bangs messed up, hair sticking to her temples, cheeks flushed. “You good?” She reaches up to smooth down your hair, her expression changing into something so soft it nearly cracks you open. 

“So good.” You turn into her hand as it settles against your cheek, humming. “You?” 

She doesn’t need to consider before she’s nuzzling at your temple. “Really good.” 

You lie there in the quiet for a while, listening to the sound of each other’s breathing and basking in the afterglow. Her fingers draw idle patterns against your back, yours occupy themselves on her hip. You’re almost asleep when she breaks the silence. 

“For the record,” she says, a hint of amusement and huskiness in her voice, “you can call me that whenever you want.” 

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.” 

Dana works harder at the knot in your shoulder, digging her thumbs in just right. You groan again, your face buried in the pillow as you lie face down on your bed. You’ve been stripped of everything, hair still damp from your shower. Dana is insistent on getting you to fully relax tonight— it had been an awful shift today. 

You’d lost a young girl to severe anaphylaxis, having done quite literally everything in your power to save her. You’d texted Dana with two hours left of your shift, asking her to run to the store for comfort food since she’d had the day off today. 

She’d gone the extra mile, of course, worry etched into her features the moment you’d dragged yourself through the front door. She’d led you to the shower, washed the grime of the shift away from you and— with the softest look in her eyes— told you to relax and let her care for you tonight. You’d wanted to be good tonight, to relax, but the weight of her against your thighs, the feeling of her naked flesh against your own, was almost too much. 

Your body involuntarily twitches as she brushes a sensitive spot on your neck, pressing your face into the pillow to suppress a whimper. 

“What’s wrong, baby?” She asks softly, gathering your hair to pull it away from your neck so she can lean down and brush her lips against the bared skin. 

“Nothing-” Your reply ends in another choked sound as your body twitches again at the feeling of her hips pressing forward into the swell of your ass.

“Doesn’t sound like nothing, sweetheart.” She murmurs— her smirk evident in both her voice and the brush of her lips. “Tell mommy what you need.” 

The word alone unravels something in you. You turn your face just enough to breathe properly, cheek pressed to the pillow, fingers curling into the sheets.

"Dana-"

"Mm?" She doesn't stop. Her hands slide from your shoulders, tracing the line of your spine with deliberate slowness, like she has all the time in the world. She knows she does.

"You're not- this isn't relaxing."

A soft laugh, low and warm, vibrates against your shoulder blade where she presses a kiss. "No?"

"No."

"And yet-" Her palms spread wide across your lower back, thumbs drawing small circles into the dimples there. "You're not asking me to stop."

She’s got you there— your grip on the sheets tightens.

She leans down fully, her chest warm against your back, her lips finding the shell of your ear. Her voice drops to something darker, dripping with lust and want.

"You carry so much, baby. Always taking care of me, being my good girl." Her fingers brush your hair back from your face, gentle now, achingly so. "Let mommy take care of you tonight." She pauses, her lips grazing your temple. "Can you do that for me, baby? Just let go?"

The tenderness in it breaks something loose in your chest. The grief of the shift, the weight you'd walked in carrying, begins to soften at the edges.

You exhale slowly and turn over beneath her. Your eyes focus on her face, her blonde hair falling from behind her ears, her hazel eyes sharp and focused solely on you. 

Your hands slide up her outer thighs, where she’s straddled on you, your fingers squeezing a handful softly. “Yes, mommy.” Your voice is soft and yielding, dripping with that syrupy submission.

You watch the shift in her— her eyes grow darker as her pupils widen, lids drooping into that domineering stare that makes your insides turn to liquid, her body language shifting so it feels like she’s looming over you instead of just sitting on you. 

Her hands find your face, cradling your jaw in both palms, thumbs stroking along your cheekbones with a gentleness that stands in sharp contrast to the hunger in her eyes. 

"Good girl." She purrs, and the praise lands somewhere soft and deep in your chest.

She takes her time. That's the thing about Dana— she always takes her time when it matters. She leans down slowly, letting you feel the full weight of her intention before her lips finally find yours. The kiss is unhurried, deep, one hand sliding back into your still-damp hair. You feel the tension you'd been holding in your jaw begin to dissolve beneath her mouth.

She hums as she feels you relax under her, pulling away just enough to speak. “Where ya at tonight, pretty girl?” 

“Seven.” You murmur. You came up with this months ago– essentially a pain scale, but emotional. It helped establish just how far you’d want to get out of your head in the moment— how distracted you needed to be. 

She hums her response again, kissing you once before sitting up again. “Hands on the headboard. Don’t move them.” She climbs off you as you obey, pulling open the drawer next to her side of the bed. She digs around for a few moments before pulling out one of your many silicone vibrators. You know she’s arching her back on purpose, your eyes landing on the curve of her ass and traveling down to the space between her thighs. 

Setting it down next to you on the bed, she taps your thighs, signaling you to part them for her. You’re already slick, your body responding readily to her. Her hands trail up your thighs, pushing them a little wider. 

“Look at you.” She breathes, more to herself, her gaze zeroed in on your pussy. 

You no longer feel bashful around her, letting her drink in the sight of you, your muscles clenching around nothing. She loves seeing you so wrecked, a soft groan leaving her before she’s leaning down, flattening her tongue to run it up your slit. 

The heat of her tongue is a sharp, grounding contrast to the cold numbness that had been slowly curling around the outer edges of your consciousness. Every lap, every deliberate press of her mouth against you chips away at the image of that hospital room, trading sterile white lights with the warm, amber glow of your bedroom. You let out a shaky breath, your fingers tightening against the headboard, your body arching to meet every one of her teasing touches. 

“I’ve got you, baby.” Dana whispers against your skin, her breath hot and damp. “Nothing matters but this.”

She blindly searches for the vibrator, unwilling to pull herself from the space between your legs. She turns it on, letting the sound warn you before she trails it up the inside of your thigh, the low vibrations somehow radiating directly to your clit. She keeps it there— teasing you even as she continues running her tongue between your slit, collecting the arousal that has begun to drip from you. You’re starting to drift into that weightless headspace, your earlier ‘seven’ starting to feel like a ‘five’ as your thoughts turn into nothing but static and the feeling of her tongue. 

You let out a choked gasp as she pulls her mouth away, replacing it with the vibrator. 

“That’s it, that’s my good girl.” She coos lowly, her free hand spreading your labia a little more. “Does that feel good?” 

You whimper softly, your thighs shaking from the intensity of the vibrations, even with the toy set on low. “Yes, mommy.” Your words are almost unintelligible, already lost in the sensation. 

Dana tuts softly, pressing her lips to your inner thigh as she grins, pressing the vibrator a little harder against your clit. “Already so worked up, huh? Jesus, you look so good right now.” Her eyes flicker back and forth between your cunt and face, her gaze sharp and hungry. 

Your body is her instrument– she knows you far too well. You’re already on the edge– the expert use of her tongue combined with the vibrations has your hips lifting off the bed as you chase your release. You open your mouth to ask, but she’s already there with the answer. 

“Whenever you want, baby. I’ve got you.” She turns it up another speed, pulling a wrecked sound from you. 

Your orgasm is low and slow, burning out from your clit as you choke on a cry. Your body tenses as you crash over the edge, fingers wrapping harder around the metal poles of the headboard. Dana pulls the vibrator away from your clit, replacing it with her tongue as your hips roll, drawing out your orgasm with her warm and wet mouth. Your hands have somehow ended up tangled in her hair, pressing her closer as you writhe through it. 

You finally still, heart beating wildly in your chest as Dana’s hands smooth up and down your thighs. You pull your fingers from her hair, smoothing through the silky threads, giggling shortly as her lips press just above your mound. “Thank you.” You breathe, your eyes cracking open to look down at her. 

“Oh, I’m not done with you, sweetheart.” That cocky and self-assured grin you love so much tips her lips, and your heart somehow hammers faster. 

“What?” You croak, lifting your head and letting it drop again. 

Her grin turns more feral as she sits up, tossing the messy vibrator to the bedside table. “You moved your hands.” She says matter-of-factly. “Told you not to. Something has to be done about that.” 

You groan playfully, letting your head roll back against the pillow. “Dana.” You draw out her name in a whine, though you’re already grinning. The clouds that had been hanging over you seemed to dissipate completely, leaving you relaxed and aching for more. 

You jolt as she climbs up your body, taking you into a messy kiss. You can taste yourself on her tongue, and it sends your body buzzing again, your moan mingling with hers. 

She shifts her leg between yours, pressing her thigh down hard against your sensitive clit, jolting you again. 

"Fuck." You gasp against her mouth, your hips jerking involuntarily at the pressure. Everything is still so sensitive, every nerve ending lit up and raw from your first orgasm.

"Language." Dana chides, though her voice is thick with amusement. She grinds her thigh against you deliberately, watching your face contort with pleasure. "What do we say?"

"Sorry, mommy." The words tumble out breathlessly, and you watch her smile in mute satisfaction.

"That's better." She murmurs, her hands sliding up your sides, thumbs brushing the undersides of your breasts. "Now, about those hands..."

Before you can respond, she's reaching up to grab both your wrists, directing them to the headboard with one hand. The position arches your back, pressing your chest up toward her— you exaggerate the arch just a little, offering yourself. 

"Keep them there this time." Her voice drops lower, authoritative. "Or I stop. Understand?"

You nod quickly, fingers already curling around the frame above your head again, determined to obey this time.

"Use your words, baby."

"Yes, mommy. I understand."

"Good girl." The praise sends warmth flooding through you, and she rewards you by rolling her hips, grinding her thigh against your oversensitive clit in slow, deliberate circles. She releases her grip on your wrists, planting her hand beside your head. You can feel her responding wetness against your own thigh, the knowledge of what you do to her making you squirm even more. 

The sensations are almost too much– you're still coming down from your first orgasm, and every touch feels electric, sending sparks through you. Your body doesn't know whether to chase the pleasure or pull away from it, leaving you trembling beneath her.

Dana's free hand maps your body with purpose– tracing your collarbone, palming your breast, thumb circling your nipple until it peaks under her attention. She takes her time, observing your every breath and twitch.

"You're so beautiful like this." She says softly, her eyes roaming over you with something that looks like reverence mixed with hunger. "All spread out for me, trying so hard to be good."

"I am good." You manage, though your voice wavers enough to break through your pout.

"You are." She agrees, leaning down to capture your nipple between her lips, her tongue flicking over the sensitive bud. "You're my very good girl."

The combination of her mouth on your breast and her thigh grinding against your clit has you gasping, your hips starting to move on their own, seeking more friction. Your hands flex above your head, desperate to touch her, to pull her closer, but you force them to stay put.

"Oh, there you go, baby. Take what you need." Dana encourages, releasing your nipple with a soft pop before moving to the other one. "Ride my thigh. Show mommy how much you need it."

You whimper at her words, your hips rolling more insistently now, chasing the building pressure. It's different from the first orgasm– this one somehow builds faster, sharper, your body already primed and sensitive.

Her hand slides down your body, fingers trailing over your stomach, making your muscles jump and contract.

"Where are you now?" She asks, her voice gentle even as her thigh presses harder against you.

"Three." You gasp out, maybe even a two. Your mind is blissfully empty except for the sensation of her– her weight, her warmth, her presence surrounding you completely. The hospital, the grief, the girl you couldn't save– it all feels distant now, like it was days instead of hours ago.

"Perfect." Dana’s voice thrums against your breast, her hand sliding lower, fingers ghosting over where you're grinding against her thigh. "You're doing so well, sweetheart. Can you feel how wet you are? Soaking my thigh."

The filthy observation makes you moan, heat flooding your cheeks even as your hips buck harder. She's right– you can feel how slick you are, how easily you're sliding against her skin. It’s obscene and dirty, yet you can’t stop yourself from moaning and pressing harder against her. 

"I want you to come for me again." Dana says, her voice taking on that commanding edge that makes your stomach flip. "I want you to come on my thigh like the needy little thing you are. Can you do that for mommy?"

"Yes," you gasp, your whole body tensing as the pressure builds. "Yes, mommy, I can-"

"Then do it." She leans down, her lips brushing your temple. "That’s it, baby. Let go."

Her hand presses between your bodies, fingers finding your clit and circling it in tight, precise movements that have you seeing stars. The dual sensation of her fingers on your clit and her thigh pressing them harder against you is overwhelming.

"Dana-" Her name comes out as a broken cry, your hands fisting so hard above your head that your knuckles turn white. "I'm- I'm-"

"I know, baby. I've got you." Her voice is steady, grounding, even as she works you higher. "Let it happen. Give it to me."

Your second orgasm crashes over you harder than the first, stealing the breath from your lungs. Your body arches off the bed, every muscle pulled taut as pleasure rolls through you in waves. Dana's fingers don't stop, drawing it out until you're shaking, until you're not sure where one wave ends and the next begins.

"That's it, that's my girl." Dana's voice filters through the haze, proud and warm. "So beautiful when you come for me."

When the waves finally subside, you're gasping, boneless, your body twitching with aftershocks. You expect her to give you a moment to recover, but instead, she's sliding down your body, her intentions clear.

"Dana, wait-" You start, but she's already settling between your thighs, spreading them wide.

"Shh, baby. Mommy's not done with you yet." Her breath ghosts over your oversensitive flesh, making you whimper. "You can take one more for me, can't you?"

"I don't- I don't know if I can-" Your voice is shaky, uncertain. Everything feels too sensitive, too raw.

"You can." She says with absolute certainty, pressing a soft kiss to your inner thigh. "And you will. Because you're my good girl, and good girls take what mommy gives them."

Before you can respond, her tongue is on you, lapping at your entrance where you're dripping wet. The sensation is intense, almost painful in its pleasure, and you cry out, your hips trying to jerk away from her mouth.

But Dana's hands are firm on your thighs, holding you in place as she works you over with her tongue. She's relentless, alternating between broad strokes of her tongue and focused attention on your clit, reading every twitch and gasp to know exactly what you need.

"Too much," You whimper, your hands still obediently above your head even though every instinct is screaming at you to push her away. "Mommy, it's too much-"

"I know what you can take." She murmurs against you, the vibration of her voice sending shockwaves through you. "You're doing so well, baby. Just a little more."

She seals her lips around your clit and sucks, and you nearly scream, your back arching off the bed. The pleasure is so intense it borders on pain, your body not sure whether to chase it or retreat from it.

Then her fingers are there, teasing at your entrance, and you know what's coming.

"Please-" You're not sure if you're begging her to stop or to continue, your mind too hazy to form coherent thoughts.

"Please what, baby?" She asks, pulling back just enough to speak, her fingers still circling your entrance teasingly.

"I- I don't-" You can't finish the sentence, can't articulate what you need.

"That's okay." She soothes, pressing a kiss to your thigh. "You don't have to think. Just feel."

And then she's pushing two fingers inside you, and the stretch is perfect, filling you in a way that makes your eyes roll back. She doesn't give you time to adjust, immediately curling her fingers to find that spot inside you that makes you clench and flutter and melt. 

"Oh god-" You choke out, your whole body tensing.

"Not god, baby." She corrects with a wicked grin you can hear in her gravelly voice. "Mommy."

She sets a steady rhythm, her fingers pumping in and out of you while her mouth returns to your clit. The dual sensation is overwhelming, pleasure building impossibly fast despite how sensitive you are. Or maybe because of how sensitive you are.

"I can't- mommy, I can't-" You're babbling now, words spilling out without conscious thought.

"Yes, you can." She insists, her fingers moving faster, harder, twisting and scissoring inside of you with each thrust. "You're going to come for me again, baby. I can feel how close you are."

She's right— you can feel it building, that familiar tension coiling tight in your belly. But it feels different this time, more intense, almost frightening in its magnitude.

"Mommy-" It comes out as a sob, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes from the overwhelming sensation.

"Let go, baby. I've got you." Her voice is steady, anchoring you even as she pushes you higher. "Don’t fight it."

You don’t feel that edge this time, that moment before the crash– there’s no coiling tension, no warning. One moment you’re trembling on the edge of too much, and the next you’re gone. Your third orgasm pulls you under before you can draw your next breath, your hands locking up around the headboard. Your body seizes as it crashes through you, wave after wave, your mind completely blanking. 

You come back slowly, your chest heaving. Dana’s fingers have gentled, but her mouth stays insistent on your clit, her tongue flicking back and forth over the engorged flesh. You cry out as your hips jolt again. 

"Please-" You're blabbering, your mind catching up, your body still shaking uncontrollably. "Please, mommy, I can't- it's too much-“

But she doesn't stop. If anything, her fingers begin to move faster, her tongue more insistent, pushing you past the point of comfort into something that almost feels transcendent. The pleasure is so intense it's unbearable, your body caught between trying to chase it and trying to escape it.

"One more," Dana demands, her voice muffled against you. "Give me one more, baby. I know you can."

"I can't-" You're fully crying now, tears streaming down your face, your body trembling violently. "Please, I can't-" You want to move away from her, to pull your hips away, but her fingernails digging into your hip keep the impulse at bay. 

"You can." She insists, and there's something in her voice— that absolute certainty, that unwavering confidence in you— that makes you believe her.

She adjusts the angle of her fingers, pressing harder against that spongy spot inside you, her tongue relentless on your clit. The pleasure builds impossibly higher, your body wound so tight you think you might break.

"Come for me, baby." Dana commands, her voice firm. "Now."

Your body follows her command without thought, your muscles seizing. Your fourth orgasm tears through you with a force that has your mouth dropping in a silent scream, your vision whiting out as pleasure consumes you completely. You're vaguely aware that your body is shaking so hard the bed is shaking from the intensity, but it all feels distant, like it's happening to someone else.

Dana finally, finally slows her movements, gently working you through the aftershocks until you're boneless and gasping, your body twitching with residual pleasure. She carefully withdraws her fingers, pressing soft kisses to your inner thighs as you come down.

"That's my girl." She grins, her voice full of pride and affection. "You did so well, baby. So, so well."

You can't respond, let alone form thoughts. Your mind is completely blank, floating in that perfect space where nothing exists except the warm glow of satisfaction and Dana's gentle touches. Your hands are still above your head, trembling but obedient, and you feel a distant sense of pride at having kept them there.

Dana pushes herself up your body slowly, pressing her lips to your lower stomach, then ribs and sternum, over your heart, to your chin, and finally to your lips. She doesn’t rush it, letting you come back to your body. 

She reaches up to gently uncurl your fingers from the headboard, your arms dropping down to the mattress like they’ve forgotten how to function. She chuckles softly, lifting your hand to press her lips to the back of it. 

“My beautiful girl,” she murmurs– the quiet praise feeling different than the earlier ones. A wave of pure adoration washes through you, your lips twitching in an exhausted smile. 

She settles beside you, pulling you into her, your back against her chest. You’re still trembling slightly, tiny jolts of aftershocks making you shiver. She rests her chin on the top of your head until you stop trembling and your breathing has returned to normal. 

You can feel your tears drying against your skin– a reminder of how you’d been taken completely apart by someone who knows you well enough to put your pieces back together again. The thought makes you hum happily, shifting as you press yourself against her, seeking more contact for comfort. 

“Hey.” Her voice is soft, the edge completely gone. “Where are you?” 

You have to think about it for a moment, like invisible tendrils reaching through the haze as you evaluate yourself. “One,” you finally manage. You’ll never be at a zero, but a one is always an achievement. 

You feel her soft smile through the kiss she places on the top of your head, the pride radiating from her, though she’ll never say it out loud in moments like this. 

“She was so young.” You break the silence, not quite meaning to say it. 

Dana doesn’t flinch, and she doesn’t redirect you. Her fingers trail up and down your arm soothingly, calming your thoughts again. “I know, baby.” 

“I did everything right.” You let the defeat show in your words, though you won’t allow yourself to fully feel it. 

“You did.” She presses her lips to the top of your head again. “You’re allowed to grieve her. But give yourself time. Tomorrow.” 

You take a deep breath, knowing she’s right. 

“Thank you,” you whisper. You’re thanking her for everything– for caring for you, for being there, for making sure you’re always okay. For knowing you so damn well. 

She pulls you closer, her face buried against the back of your neck as her arms wind around your waist. “Always. I love you.” 

“I love you too.”

She separates from you once your breathing has completely returned to normal and your body has stopped quivering. She comes back from the bathroom a few minutes later, a damp washcloth and glass of water in her hands. She helps you sit up, handing you the glass of water which you greedily drink from. 

She cleans your thighs gently, taking extra care to be gentle around your still sensitive flesh. You relax back against the pillows, letting out a satiated hum as she tosses the washcloth toward the hamper and slides back into bed next to you. 

You turn toward her, tucking yourself into her embrace as your legs tangle between the sheets, your arm lazily draped around her waist. “Hi.” 

“Hi.” Her expression softens as she reaches out to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, her thumb brushing across your cheek. 

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.”