Author's Note: Question of the chapter! I enjoyed hearing your "first time" stories, and so I thought I'd get even more personal. Have any of you actually been in a threesome? If so, how on earth did that happen?! How was it? ;D If you haven't been in one, who would you want to be in one with (other than T&S, because come on, that one is taken. :P )
Chapter 14 - Don't Pull Away
I opened my eyes to the pink sky of early morning through the skylight. I'm not sure what woke me up, but it was either the intense pressure of my overfull bladder, or the sensation of someone shifting on the bed near me. The sound of a soft, sleepy grunt accompanied my return to consciousness, as did that heavy, swirling sensation in my head and body. I had nothing to base it on, but given how confused my brain felt, I absently guessed that I was still drunk. I shifted my eyes to the left, half expecting to see the curtain of my bunk, but instead, there they were. The top bed sheet had been kicked down and was wrapped around Sara's leg; the top corner of the bottom sheet pulled away from the mattress, exposing the white padding underneath. The grey comforter was sliding off of the opposite corner of the bed, with most of it already piled on the floor. I recognized my shirt on the other side of Tegan's head, with Sara's bra hanging halfway off of the bed next to it. Various other pieces of our clothing lay strewn on the floor in shadows. Sara had just suddenly woken as well, it seemed, and was slowly lifting her head off of Tegan's shoulder as she lay there, still on top of Tegan, Tegan's arms loosely flung around her back. They were still as naked as I was, although Sara's backside was framed by the straps of the harness and by Tegan's bare thighs. Is she still inside? I wondered, and then instantly felt my body begin to burn all over again as I remembered the last thing I had been conscious of before passing out hours before: the sight of Sara thrusting into Tegan, again. . . again. . . again. . . both of them red and hot and breathless. Half a moment later, Sara groaned a little, sleepily, and started to slide off of Tegan. That movement immediately woke Tegan with a start and a pained gasp; her eyes flew open as her arms reflexively tightened around Sara.
"Don't move!" Tegan hissed.
"Oh, my God. . ." Sara mumbled blearily, not moving. "Is it still. . ."
"Yeah," Tegan said tensely, and for a second they made eye contact. Sara made a tentative move again and Tegan winced. "No! Shit, don't move-"
"We can't stay like this. . ." Sara whispered apprehensively. "How the. . . oh fuck. . ."
I lay there between uncertainty and my drunken haze and saw the moment when Sara realized that the harness was tangled up, somehow, in the bed sheet, which was partly wrapped around her and partly stuck under Tegan. And partly under me.
Sara tried to reach one arm around her back to tug at the sheet where it was twisted into the harness, but her movement brought another gasp from Tegan.
"Ah, ah, fuck! Don't move sideways like that-"
"I'm sorry," Sara whispered, touching Tegan's face for a moment. "Is it. . . what's. . . happening down there?"
"It's like. . . it feels. . . bigger," she whispered, her face pained. "And stuck. Like, I think it's just. . . we're going to have to stay like this forever. . ." Sara started to laugh, and quickly covered her mouth with her hand; surely they would be horrified if I woke up and saw them in this state, so I kept still, but honestly, I couldn't take my eyes off of them. I was naked where I'd passed out and feeling very exposed and didn't really want their attention on me, but luckily their predicament was taking all of their attention. Sara's body shook with suppressed laughter, and that shaking traveled through Tegan's body as well, causing her to tightly grip Sara's hips and wince, sucking in a sharp breath.
"Don't laugh," she hissed. "Fucking stop fucking moving already!"
"If you don't want me to laugh, then don't be so fucking funny," Sara whispered.
"Fucking Christ. This is. . . this is. . . fucking. . . holy fuck," Tegan muttered, and a second later, a cell phone started ringing. On the night stand. By me.
"You've got to be fucking kidding me," Sara muttered, as she glanced over at me, her bangs falling over her eyes. "Oh, good morning, Jamie," she said, immediately flushing, bright red, from her face, down her neck, and to her chest. Tegan turned her head to me, obviously embarrassed but not even close to how mortified Sara looked. The phone rang on and on as we all lay there staring at each other, frozen. Tegan raised her eyebrows, giving me a questioning look, and I glanced over at the screen.
"Uh. . . your, um. . . mother," I said, testing my voice for the first time, thinking my throat might close around that word. Tegan bit her lip, pushing out her labret piercing, and Sara shook her head, pushed her face against Tegan's shoulder. We all listened to the phone ring and ring and ring and ring. There was nothing to be said about that so we just let the words evaporate between us. I looked at them, their pale bodies intertwined, breasts pressed against each other's, not knowing where my eyes should or shouldn't rest, and again extremely conscious of being naked, but still drunk enough to not bother doing anything about it in the middle of this more urgent situation. And their mother. On the phone.
"Wanna answer the phone?" Tegan said wryly, but Sara couldn't laugh this time as Tegan started to chuckle and then tensed up again. To my - and surely their- relief, the phone stopped ringing. "Shit, I need this. . . thing. . . um, Jamie?" She turned her head and looked at me again. "Uh, we seem to be in a bit of a jam, haha." By this point, Sara had lowered her face so that it was pressed into the pillow on the opposite side of Tegan's head. The combination of their naked conundrum and their mom on the phone had rendered her horrified to the point of speechlessness; although, as it were, Tegan was the one in the more. . . exposed situation.
"I. . . yeah, I. . . see that," I said.
"The sheet is tangled up in the, um, thing, and. . . uh. . . the sheet is under you and, um, under me and, ah, twisted around Sara and. . ." Tegan hesitated. "The. . . thing is like. . . still. . . um. . . Sara can't really move because it like. . ." Tegan winced.
"It hurts," I said.
"Yeah. Haha. And I think Sara has passed out from embarrassment," Tegan said, tenderly rubbing Sara's naked back. Sara's face remained pressed against Tegan's and down into the pillow so all I could see of it was her left ear and her messy hair. She made a soft groaning noise and said nothing.
"Can I. . . um. . . help?" I offered tentatively.
"Yeah, maybe if you could help with the sheet then Sara could like. . . pull out. . ."
"Okay," I said, gathering the tangled disaster that was my hair, and, testing the weight of my head, carefully sitting up. I slowly crawled off of my corner of the sheet and followed the twisted mess with my hand, feeling shy with Tegan's eyes on my body but realizing that my nakedness didn't even begin to compare to the situation she was in. An exposed bit of velcro on the harness had attached itself to the flannel bed sheet, which was also twisted around Sara's left leg.
"How the fuck. . ." I started to say with a laugh, still dizzy, as I lost my balance, righted myself on my knees again, and began to gingerly unwind the sheet from Sara's leg. "Here, lift your leg a little. . ." Sara groaned a little in response and lifted as Tegan laughed, trying not to, since every move she made appeared to give her a little jolt of pain. She kept her arms tightly wrapped around Sara as I started to pull the threads of the sheet out of the velcro at Sara's hip.
"She has a nice ass, eh?" Tegan said cheekily as I pulled the sheet away from them, bit by bit.
"Tegan, shut up," I heard Sara mumble against Tegan's neck. In fact, it was pretty hard to ignore Sara's ass, right there in front of me as I tried to extricate her from Tegan and the tangled mess.
"Haha, yes," I said with a laugh, and Sara groaned again. Just like yours, I thought. After a few more minutes of struggling with the sheet, I got it all pulled off and untwisted.
"Okay, you're good now, I think," I said. Sara raised her face and looked at Tegan, the lines from the pillowcase faintly across her cheek.
"Okay I'm going to try to. . . uh. . ." she said.
"Yeah but. . . really slowly," Tegan said.
"Okay," Sara assured her.
"And don't move sideways," Tegan reminded her.
"Okay," Sara murmured again, carefully lowering one hand, under her own body, pressing the base of it against her as she slowly drew her hips back.
"Ah ah ah. . . ow. . . ow. . ." Tegan hissed, sucking air through her teeth as Sara slowly withdrew and they were separated at last. "Fuck. . ." Sara quickly took the bed sheet and flung it over all of us.
"Is your. . . um, are you. . . okay. . . ?" Sara asked, as I noticed the faint movement of her hand slipping down, under the sheet, to tentatively touch between Tegan's legs as though she were checking for damage. Tegan took a breath and nodded, and then Sara leaned over and kissed her lips for several long seconds. My head was still spinning as I watched them kiss slowly, and I wondered where we were, what time it was, and how long it would all last. I lay down heavily next to Tegan as she and Sara kissed again and then when Sara lay her head on Tegan's shoulder, Tegan found my hand under the sheet, and pulled me over to her. I rolled closer to face her, and put one hand on her belly. Tegan, between Sara and me, turned her face to me and looked at me warmly, her eyes laughing. Without even thinking, I leaned in to press my lips against hers, to taste her mouth, and she kissed me back and looked at me again.
"So Jamie," she started, "how many times have you been asked to help identical twins who have passed out stuck together-"
"Holy fuck, Tegan, just stop talking," Sara groaned, burying her face in Tegan's neck.
"Haha," I laughed. "This is probably only like, the second time. In my life," I said. Tegan laughed.
"Ha! Well it's a good thing that you were here to help," Tegan said. "Otherwise we would have had to wait until we got to London and stopped the bus and then like, Johnny would have come looking for us. . ."
"Oh my God," Sara moaned. Tegan chuckled.
"Yeah. So you should really thank Jamie," Tegan pointed out, cheekily.
"Thank you Jamie," Sara mumbled against Tegan's neck.
"Oh, well, any time," I said.
"So next time we get stuck together, we can just call you?" Tegan asked.
"Absolutely," I said.
"Or maybe you'll be with us," Tegan laughed.
"I hope so."