Hannah's POV

"No shit?!" Grace gasps, wide eyed as I recount the recent events to her over lunch at Applebee's. "You and the twins?!"

I sip at my raspberry iced tea, too early for some tequila. "I kid you not. So then Tegan leaves for home and me and Sara have hungover sex."

Grace sits back and shakes her head, amazement etched in her flawless face. "Damn, Hannah. You must be good."

"Grace, listen to me. You cannot say any of this to anyone. Not even Mamrie," I add on firmly when she opens her mouth. "I obviously wasn't even supposed to say anything. But I told you so we are not to speak of this again. Ever."

Grace shovels in a forkful of salad. "What about updates?"

I shake my head. "No. Do you keep me posted with your sexcapades? Exactly, so this is going in the never-bring-this-up secret vault." I bite at my quesadilla as she nods. I stare at her, searching for any sign that she might blab out.

"Don't worry!" she smiles, obviously catching my glare. "I'd rather die from a fat man sitting on my chest than say anything. It's just too scandalous and risky."

"Hear, hear," I reply, raising my glass. "How has Mamrie been doing anyway?"

Grace shrugs. "Good, I guess. You haven't talked to her?"

I shake my head. "No. But the three of us have that Youtuber's convention to go to in, like, two weeks. I'm so pumped man! Are you?"

"Hell yeah I'm pumped!" She wipes her mouth with a napkin and looks me thoughtfully in the eye. "Don't you love what we do?"

I smile and idly crack my fingers. "Of course I do! I can't imagine anything greater."

Grace bites her lip, suppressing a smile and looks up at me with her big brown eyes. "Except for fucking identical twins." She laughs when i throw a bread roll at her. "Okay, okay! I'm sorry," she giggles. "No more talking about it. Gotcha." She mimes zipping her lips shut and throwing away the key, then moves her hands in a motion indicating that said key exploded. I have to laugh.

I really hope i can trust her on this.

Tegan's POV

Lindsey's arms are around my stomach when I wake up. We fucked each other harder and longer than ever before in our five year relationship last night. It went deep into the night and until the very early hours of the morning. I glance down at our tangled bodies and my eyes widen in complete shock. Hickeys cover every square inch of us in varying colors. I even have one on my belly button! I peek at Lindsey's neck and it's completely wrecked with pink, red and deep purple marks so mine must be the same if not worse.

I rub at my eyes and slowly, gently extricate myself from her hold. I take the tangled covers and place them on Lindey's naked, hickied body. I check the nightstand clock. Two o-seven p.m. Standing in front of our full body mirror on the door of our closet, I inspect my skin. My elbows, my jaw, fingers, breasts, hips, thighs, ass and so much more are completely and totally marked. There's blood on my back from deep scratches. I pull on some baggy sleepwear and go to fix food for the both of us. Soon enough our apartment is filled with the smell of a late breakfast: eggs, bacon, homemade waffles and sausage. I love being a good girlfriend.

Placing our breakfast on plates and filling up glasses with orange juice, I saunter into the bedroom and set everything down on our individual nightstands. I sit on the bed and snuggle under the cum-marked sheets. "Lindsey," I coo gently. Her dark hair is completely over her face and her mouth is open, drool sliding out. I stroke at her back. "Linds, wake up." her bruised skin is enticing. I suck on a hickey already deeply formed on the pulse point in her neck. She moans. I don't stop until she rolls on her back and looks into my face dreamily.

"Morning," she says groggily, smiling.

"Afternoon," I correct her, handing over a fork.

"You're too sweet. Is this my reward for last night?" Her eyes stray to my body and she does a double take. "Speaking of last night! Holy shit, are you alright? Did I hurt you?"

I shake my head smiling and eat some eggs. "I like 'em. They're hot. You have them, too."

"Oh fuck. Wow," Lindsey grins, scrutinizing her body. "We're fucking wild!" She grabs her plate and rests it on her lap. "We need to do that way more often. I like this look." The hand that she's not using to eat snakes under the blankets and between my legs.

I slouch into her touch. "You have a sex drive that just won't quit!" I exclaim.

Lindsey rubs circles on my warm, wet skin while nonchalantly continuing to eat her breakfast. "I don't know what you're talking about," she says as she plunges two fingers deep inside me, causing me to cry out. "Now lets see," she sighs, still pumping me, tapping the end of her fork to her chin. "We have laundry to do today and we still have to go out and buy some new paint for the bathroom." Her fingers work deftly as she speaks. I spread my legs wider, breath speeding.

"What else?" I gasp through moans.

"Well," Lindsey replies, hitting my spot extra hard, "you have to clean up the kitchen, seeing as though you probably made a mess." She moves her digits in that 'come hither' motion that drives every single woman it's done to to the brink. "Just like the one you're about to make now." And, as if she saw the future, I cum and grip at the sheets, moaning, chest heaving.

I sip my orange juice hastily as Lindsey finishes her plate. "A very productive day we have," she pipes, also cleaning off her fingers.

Sara's POV

The afternoon sun streams in brightly through my window-seat window. I'm perched on the soft cushions, reading a book a fan bought for me. It's about this world whose government totally collapses everywhere and there's anarchy in every country, (I think it takes place on Mars), and how the citizens deal with the daily and nightly violence that occurs. It's pretty good so far.

When I got home yesterday after everything with Hannah, I felt so guilty. I still do! Stacey is a marvelous woman and she doesn't deserve all of the shit that I've been doing. I gaze out the window, book resting in my lap. Why am I always doing this? I should've learned my lesson when she caught me with Tegan.

The front door suddenly opens and Stacey emerges through it. "Hello, hello!" she beams. She's winded, having just went for a jog. I should've joined her, spent time with her other than sex.

"Hey babe." I mark my page and stand, giving her a nice, long kiss. "How do you feel?"

Stacey takes a lengthy gulp of water. "I feel great! Alive even! What happened to you jogging? You have to join me again." Her eyes are bright as she shrugs off her jacket. "I'm gonna take a quick shower, m'kay?" She kisses me and goes into the bathroom. I pick up her jacket and toss it in the hamper in our bedroom, hearing the shower start.

Taking off my clothes, I step quietly into the bathroom. Stacey is humming as I silently close the door. Steam rises from the showerhead, swirling sinuously above before disappearing in the air. Opening the shower door, I stand behind her and she jumps.

"I didn't even hear you!" Her nice body glistens under the gleaming stream of water.

"That was the point," I smile, my mouth making delicious contact with hers. Our lips part and gently attack each other as I reach up and take out her ponytail. Her arms lock behind my neck, pulling me in closer. Our thighs press against each other. I pull away and whisper, "Let me pamper you." I grab the shampoo bottle, squeeze the green apple scent into my palm, lather it up and rake it through her gorgeous hair. She closes her eyes and lets out a sigh.

Once her hair is completely white with shampoo, I rinse my hands and fill them with soap. I massage the lavender suds on every part of her silk skin. As I wash her, she kisses and licks at my mouth, neck and torso.

"Your turn, princess," Stacey grins and does the exact same things I did to her. "Does my princess want me to fuck her?" She looks at me, waiting for an answer.

I think really hard about this. And for the first time ever I decline. "No," I say and Stacey looks shocked as well. "No. I just want to hold you." And I do. I wrap my arms around her curvy waist and bury my face in the crook of her neck, wishing our bodies to morph together.