You Me and She

"Jeez. Should I go dig up some references and a copy of my resume?"

Delphine instantly looks like a puppy who's been whacked on the nose. "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to offend you — "

"I'm not offended," I say quickly, feeling bad that she'd misread my tone. Reaching across the table, I rest my hand on hers, giving it a little squeeze before letting go. "Amused, mostly. Also flattered as hell, and kind of impressed by how much thought you've put into this. Gotta say, I've seen a bunch of Yes/No/Maybe lists in my time but this," I wave the stack of papers Delphine had handed me, "is probably the most comprehensive one I've ever come across." Not to mention, I'm intrigued as shit about some of their answers.

"See," Cosima elbows her in the ribs. "Told you she'd think you were a total dork. We're tandem hunting, babe, not conducting a job interview."

"No, no, it's okay, I get it. I mean, I've been approached by a lot of couples. Hazard of the trade, you know. The vast majority of them are your bog-standard guy and his bi-curious girlfriend or wife. Maybe they've been stagnating a while, or they feel that something's missing, so they get the idea that a three-way is going to kick-start their relationship back into gear. Those, I turn down without even having to think about it. People like that need to put in a ton of work to figure out if they should even still be with each other, let alone try swinging.

"But the fact that you two are willing to be upfront and honest and open about what you want, and the way you're approaching it? Is actually pretty refreshing and reassuring. Uh, Jase?" I say to our server, an old work buddy of mine, who comes up to the table and sets a small plate in front of each of us. I look down at what looks like a pile of tiny chubby deep-fried cigars surrounded by dots of brightly colored sauces. "Ernesto's trying to food-fuck me because he thinks it'll get him free drinks at my bar, isn't he?"

"Come on, Bobby, you know I'm just the messenger. This is a mixture of feta, ricotta and Parm with spinach, onion and garlic in phyllo. Enjoy, ladies."

Cosima pops a whole cigar into her mouth and immediately puffs out her cheeks, sucking air in and out and fanning herself with her hands. "Shi'! Hot hot hot!" Sweat breaks out over her face. The second the melted cheese is cool enough to eat, though, she starts chewing and making little happy humming sounds. "Jezhush chrish." She gulps at her beer and then blots her face with a napkin. "Tell your pal Ernesto he's welcome to bribe me any time."

Carefully I sink my teeth through perfectly crispy outer layers into a flood of rich salty goo studded with little bursts of mellow sweetness from the bits of sautéed garlic and onion. Even though I'm already ridiculously full, I have to stop myself from inhaling the whole plate. Goddammit. These are worth at least a shot or two of Ernesto's favorite Avión Reserva 44. Bastard.

Laughing at Cosima, Delphine dabs her fork into each sauce to taste them one at a time, then neatly cuts off the end of a cigar. She spears the piece and swipes it through an orange dot, the apricot reduction with ancho. Her eyes close as she savors the bite; the tip of her tongue flicks out to capture something from the corner of her mouth and her throat ripples smoothly.

Watching Delphine eat is kind of mesmerizing. No, check that. Watching her do anything is kind of mesmerizing.

Those enormous Bambi eyes slowly open. She startles, then smiles reflexively when she realizes I'm staring at her. I don't look away. Neither does she.

"Please don't feel pressured in any way," she says quietly. "There are no strings and no obligations. And we will understand if you decline. But we both find you extremely attractive, and if you give us the chance, we would love to spend an evening discovering just how good we can make you feel."

"Damn."

"Yeah, good line, huh? They were so earnest and dorky and sweet."

The bed shakes as Dev laughs silently. His cock finally softens and slips out; I can feel his come mixed with mine dripping slowly onto the sheets. I flop over to snuggle halfway on top of him, settling my head on his shoulder. He tightens his arm around me and kisses my temple. Running my hand over the hard muscles of his chest, I play with the coarse but soft hair and the smoothness of his skin. God, he smells so good. Sex and sweat and the smell of him. Sometimes I think it's his smell that I miss more than anything when he's on the road.

"What the hell does 'valprehend' mean?" he says, flipping through first Delphine's and then Cosima's list. His eyebrows fly upward a few times, probably at the same places mine had.

"That was a new one to me, too. Cosima explained it. Said it meant that you're actively grabbing something with your cunt or ass, not just passively being penetrated. Hadn't really thought about it before but it makes sense. Especially with something like getting fucked up the butt, or being fisted, because if you're doing it right the fuck-ee is no less involved than the fuck-er."

"Huh. Yeah." He drops the papers onto the nightstand and slides his hand up to knead the back of my neck. "So please tell me you're gonna go for it. 'Cause it sounds like you'd be crazy not to."

"Fuck, that feels good. Yeah, we're on for Saturday night. Called in Angelo to cover. He's gonna open for me on Sunday, too. Seriously, you should see how hot these women are."

"Got pics?"

"They're customers, babe. I don't go around taking pictures of the people who come into my bar. Even the hot ones."

"Aw, man." His hand cradles my scalp, scritching lightly with his nails and making me purr. "I don't suppose — "

"And no, I'm not videoing it. Not even for you."

"Bitch."

"Perv." I bite down on the side of his neck. "But what I will do is tell you all about it when you're back in town. In excruciating detail."

"Fucking better."

"Hey, Dev?" I say after a while. "You're cool with the blood testing thing? They're doing it too, to be fair."

"Yeah, no problem. I don't have to leave for the Montreal gig until tomorrow afternoon, so we can go to this Dyad place in the morning before you have to open."

"That's what I figured."

He kisses me, soft and slow. "You know you're the only one I bareback with, right?"

"I know. Same here." My come is still all over his face. I lick the side of his cheek to taste myself; stubble rasps my tongue. "Ooohhh, look who's awake again." I watch his cock uncurl and swell and rear up until the dark red head bulges free of its hood. Wrapping my hand around the thick heavy shaft, still slick with my come, I can feel it pulsing and jerking as I pump him to full hardness. "Three times in one night? Shit, maybe I should pick up lesbian couples more often."

"Won't get any argument from me." Rolling over, he braces on his elbows and kisses me deeply. His hard-on nudges at my hip, already leaking. "How do you want it?"

"Drill me into the ground, babe."

I won't lie, I'm a little nervous. But, I decide as I examine myself critically from every angle in the mirror, it's an excited nervous. Not an Oh God what the hell was I thinking? nervous. Big difference.

"Wear what you usually wear at the bar," Delphine had said. "You always look nice."

Not that I don't look good in my standard work outfit, but a tanktop and jeans are not exactly going to set anyone's pants on fire. Which is pretty much the opposite of the effect I'm going for tonight.

It's not hard to figure out which of my assets to highlight, because I've caught both Delphine and Cosima staring at my chest more than a few times. Takes less than no time at all to pick out a tight fitting black dress with a deeply scooped neckline that shows off the girls. Doesn't hurt that it hugs my ass nicely, too. After a few seconds' debate I opt for stockings and a garter belt, with nothing underneath, and put on my favorite pair of vaguely steampunk chunky heeled lace-up ankle boots.

I check my makeup. Waterproof mascara and eyeliner, the hideously expensive stuff. A little powder, also waterproof. Nothing too elaborate and "done," but it looks good and I know from past experience that this shit will stay in place no matter what. I do one last slow twirl in front of the mirror. "I'd do you," I finger-gun my reflection with a wink, then head out.

Looking around the lobby of their building, I realize I have no idea what it is they do for a living. Sometimes Cosima calls Delphine "Dr. Cormier," but that always seems like a private joke. All I know is they work together and their work involves something incomprehensible having to do with science. Whatever it is, it obviously pays. A lot.

They're waiting for me, standing side by side with an arm around each other's waist, when the elevator opens directly onto the entranceway to their place. The business owner's part of my brain can't help doing some real estate math, calculating the value of a penthouse floor-through unit in this part of town and coming up with pretty fucking astronomical. Vanessa Daou's "Zipless" plays in the background. I immediately recognize one of Felix's paintings, which takes up most of the wall behind them. Might be kind of irrational but seeing it makes the butterflies in my stomach settle down, like when you unexpectedly run into a good friend in an unfamiliar place. "Nice shack."

Cosima grins. "Keeps the rain out." She takes my coat and gives me the once-over. "Dude, you look hot as fuck."

"So do you. Both of you." I mean it. Cosima's wearing a sleeveless minidress in a rich deep peacock blue that really sets off her coloring and picks up the green flecks in her eyes; the dress fits her like a second skin.

And Delphine... goddamn. Simple sheer black lace shell over a black camisole. Black jeans that cling to every curve and long line of her legs. My imagination is working overtime figuring out how she managed to get them on over the log that reaches halfway down her thigh.

The butterflies start to dubstep in time to the music.

"Hello, Bobby," says Delphine, smiling at me. "We're very happy to see you. But please be assured, if you change your mind at any time, you can say so."

I would have to be knocked unconscious, bound, gagged and chained, and paralyzed from my hair down before I'd change my mind. And even then it'd be a real fight. "No way." My voice comes out a little strangled. "I've been thinking about this all week. Might have leered inappropriately at a customer or two." Hundred.

Delphine laughs and erases the space between us until I can feel the heat of her body, smell the trace of her perfume. I have no idea what it is, but it's got some kind of magical effect with her body chemistry that's making me dizzy. Or could be that's just her. She smiles at Cosima and then at me again and cups my face in her hands. "May I?"

I nod, not trusting my voice again.

Bending her head, she kisses me gently. Not demanding, just the simple contact and the tiny movements of her lips against mine. It's enough to send my pulse racing and an instant rush of wetness to my cunt.

Cosima moves in from behind. Soft lips nuzzle around the edge of my ear and in random paths over the back of my neck, making me shiver. Lightly her hands glide up and down my waist and settle just beneath my breasts. Her touch ratchets up the tension I've been feeling all day and I feel my nipples begin to strain at the fabric of my dress just from anticipation. "Wanna move this someplace a little more comfortable?" she whispers.

Probably not the time to mention that I'm not exactly uncomfortable right now. Still, my knees are getting a little wobbly; I wouldn't turn down a horizontal surface. And a lot less clothing. "Sure."

She leads me past a large open kitchen — we walk by the dimly lit space too quickly for me to take in all the details but I get an impression of masses of stainless steel and light wood and a blend of delicious scents that I can't immediately identify — to a wide room straight out of a designer showcase. Through the floor-to-ceiling windows, I can see a ginormous terrace looking out onto the sunset spilling like red-gold liquid over the city. A long gas fireplace runs almost the width of one of the narrower walls. I find myself seated in the middle of the huge overstuffed sofa. "Would you like some wine?" asks Cosima, who goes over to a well stocked wet bar across the room.

"Yeah, that'd be good."

"Any preference?"

"Surprise me."

But Delphine's the one who surprises me. While Cosima fiddles with a waiter's key and glasses, Delphine drags over a big ancient copper jam pan filled with steaming water and positions it on the floor in front of me. Kneeling on a cushion beside it, she smiles up at me and gestures. "May I?"

I barely manage to keep my jaw from dropping like a dumbass. "You know, if you're going to keep asking permission, I'm gonna start feeling like I should write thank you notes and send flowers afterward. After everything we've talked about, I think it's pretty safe to say that I'm fine with anything you want to do tonight. Okay?"

Maybe it's a trick of the low lighting but her eyes seem to change colors when she smiles. "Okay. The same applies to us, too. Thank you, chérie," she says, taking the glass Cosima hands her, swirling it a bit and sniffing deeply. She takes a sip and makes an appreciative noise before setting the glass on an end table.

I'm not hugely knowledgeable about wine; beer and spirits are way more my thing. The wines we carry at the bar are fine but they're mostly the regional distributor's recommendations for what sells the best. Copying Delphine's actions as Cosima curls up next to me on the sofa, I roll the ruby-colored liquid over my tongue. The flavor reminds me a bit of ripe tart cherries, with a hint of warm spiciness as I exhale. It's very smooth and has almost none of the mouth-puckering dryness I usually associate with red wine. "Wow, that's nice. Not even going to try to guess what that is, though."

"Hey, your guess is as good as mine. I'm a sucker for a bottle that has a cool label or a clever name. Delphine's the one who actually knows shit." Sliding a hand behind my neck, she pulls me into a kiss, teasing my lips with the tip of her tongue until I let her in.

I think I have an idea for the bar's next wine-tasting event.

When we come up for air, Delphine is watching us. The expression on her face is unreadable but her eyes are wide and dark, her mouth slightly open. Giving herself a little shake, she unlaces my boots and sets them aside, then glides her hands slowly up my legs. Without having to look, she undoes the clips holding up my stockings, then one by one carefully rolls them down and puts them near my boots.

The water is pleasantly hot, not painfully so. Delphine reaches for a couple of tiny bottles sitting on the end table and adds a few drops from each. Immediately I smell rosemary and peppermint; after a minute, I swear I can taste them as well. Picking up my left foot under water, she starts knuckling her fist into the arch. My cunt is pouring and it's all I can do not to melt.

"Amazing, isn't she?" Cosima kisses a slow trail down my neck.

It's getting really fucking hard not to grind my thighs together. "Ohhh, yeah. Let me tell you, for someone who's on her feet for twelve hours or more a day, a foot rub is way sexier than porn."

Delphine laughs. "It was Cosima's idea. I'm only too delighted that I can be of service."

Serviced by a blonde French goddess. I am totally going to disgrace myself in about a minute. Hope this sofa is Scotchgarded.

"Um... I like the maslin pan," I say, trying to keep from oozing off the cushions. Cosima's nibbling at the soft spot below my ear isn't exactly helping. "My nonna had one almost exactly like it. When the red oranges were in season, she would make dozens of jars of the most incredible marmalade."

"In Sicily?"

"Yeah. When I was in school, I'd visit her almost every spring break to help her."

"That's wonderful. This was Mémé's. My grandmother's. She grew all sorts of fruit — apples, peaches, plums, berries of all kinds. Much of it, she sold in the local markets, but she always preserved enough to last the household at least a year."

Strong thumbs dig into my heel. Delphine looks up when I can't hold back a groan. God, that face... Her eyes go huge as she watches Cosima kissing every bit of exposed skin at my chest, paying extra attention to my tattoo and then my cleavage. My pulse is hammering.

"Lean forward a little?" I say to Delphine. Her eyebrows flicker but she gracefully complies. "I've wanted to do this for months," I explain, running my fingers through her hair, stroking it, making loose fists in it and letting the silky curls slip free.

She smiles almost shyly, leaning her head into my hand and rubbing against it like a cat. Fuck.

"Magical stuff, her hair." Cosima sucks hard at the top of one breast and admires the mark she's left on my skin. "Gotta warn you, though, it kinda gets everywhere."

Everywhere, huh?

"I know what you're thinking," she sing-songs into my ear.

Abandoning Delphine's hair, I tangle my hands into Cosima's dreads — which are softer and less coarse than I'd expected — and kiss her roughly. She responds with the slide of her tongue against mine and little whimpering mewling sounds and exactly the right pressure of her teeth nibbling at my lower lip.

"Tell me why we're still wearing clothes?" I manage to say even though all the air seems to have left my lungs.

"Fucking good question."

Cosima finds the tiny hidden zipper at the back of my dress and tugs it all the way down while Delphine moves the big pan aside and dries my feet with a heated towel. They both help me up, steadying me. My dress puddles on the floor, leaving me in just the garter belt with its little straps dangling. Cosima slides it down past my hips while Delphine picks up my dress and drapes it neatly over an arm of the sofa. For a moment I forget to breathe at the sight of them running their eyes up and down my body, looking at me like I'm the best Christmas present they've ever gotten.

"Beautiful," says Delphine softly, reaching for my cheek and letting the tips of her fingers slowly trail along my neck and shoulder and down the length of my arm.

"Hella." Cosima gives her a kiss, then takes me by the hand over by the fireplace, letting me stretch out on the thick-piled deeply padded rug. "Look how her skin absorbs the firelight and kinda glows, like Carrara marble." She moves to lie on her side beside me. The contrast between my nakedness and her clothing is driving me crazy. "Raise your arms," she says to me. I take my time, arching and frankly showing off because I'm enjoying their reactions.

Cosima's hand strokes from one wrist down the inside of my arm all the way down to the center of my chest, just barely grazing the sides of my breasts until my breath catches. Moving downward, she draws lazy patterns over the lower curve of my belly. My skin is on fire wherever her fingers brush. "Hey, Delphine," she says. Her voice is husky and half an octave lower than usual.

"Yes, Cosima?"

"That pussy isn't gonna eat itself."

They exchange a look — probably another of their private jokes — and then before I realize it there's a throw pillow under my butt and a gorgeous blonde kissing her way up the insides of my thighs.

"You have the loveliest cunt, Bobby, all pink and red against cream. And so wet. Were you thinking about how good my cock will feel buried in it when I fuck you?"

Delphine Cormier has a potty mouth. File under Unffff!

The slow and gentle and soft cadence of her kisses gets short-circuited by Cosima nipping at my breasts, letting her dreads trail over my chest and belly as she goes back and forth until I am practically lunging toward her. I feel Delphine shifting upward, tucking my legs into the bend of her arms to spread them wider. Her hands rest against my inner thighs and she uses her thumbs to peel me open. At the first touch of her tongue I have no control over the jerking beg of my hips. She traces a path from my taint upwards, then moves in slow deliberate circles, sometimes swirling lightly around the very tip of my clit, sometimes folding her tongue around the whole thing and rocking it from side to side. Every tiny movement is delicious torture, sending electric jolts of pleasure zinging through my body. I want so much to just crush her face into my crotch and against my clit, which is throbbing so hard it's probably glowing in the dark. Instead I shut my eyes tight and force myself to concentrate on the feel of her dancing tongue, the contrast of the cool brush of her hair and the warmth of her breath against my skin.

"Don't tease, babe. She's more than ready for you."

Her lips and tongue close over my clit, licking and sucking hard. Thank fucking Jesus floats through my brain just before the first convulsions snap me almost in half. Her mouth keeps working me while Cosima rakes my nipples with the edges of her teeth, like it's a contest between them to see who can make me the most insane. As far as I'm concerned, they're both winning. Or I am, because I can't stop coming.

"Delphine!" I don't recognize my voice, gasping and ragged over the rapid thundering of my pulse. "Need you inside me." Blinking behind my fogged-up glasses as random shudders jag through my body, I watch her sit up and fumble with her zipper. "Wait!"

Delphine freezes in place with her hand reaching into the opening of her fly.

"Clothes off. I want to feel all of you."

The deer-in-headlights expression on her face melts into a relieved smile as she yanks the tails of her tanktop free. Before I can blink she has it pulled over her head and tossed onto an armchair.

"Whoa, whoa, slow down. Let me enjoy this."

Cosima rolls to her feet laughing and gives Delphine a hand up. They wrap each other into a kiss, bodies melting together and hands caressing and for a moment I know they're lost in their own little world. But then Cosima breaks away, moving behind Delphine and turning her so that they're both facing me.

Hands slide under the hem of Delphine's camisole, gliding past her ribcage and pushing the flimsy scrap of black silk up and off over her outstretched arms. Cosima works the little swells of Delphine's breasts with their dark rigid nipples that I suddenly want to bite. The hands smooth their way along the curve of the ribcage and down the long flat belly — which I notice is dotted with freckles that absolutely need to be kissed — unfastening the button at the waistband and skinning tight denim past the curve of the hips to reveal a black leather harness framing a neatly trimmed bush and a massive cock that has already left its imprint on her thigh. She steps out of her jeans once they hit the floor and kicks them out of the way. Cosima leans around Delphine to grin at me, baring nearly all her teeth and arching an eyebrow. "See anything you like?"

Only everything I could possibly want. Fuck me. "Oh, yeah."

I tuck one arm under my neck for support. Delphine's eyes follow my other hand as I play with my breasts. Her teeth catch her lower lip and her breathing quickens visibly when I move downward to soak my fingers with a lazy visit to my still-pulsing cunt. "What're you waiting for, cowgirl? Mount up."

She swallows, then kisses Cosima before kneeling between my legs, nudging them farther apart. Her nostrils flare; I know she can see and smell how incredibly turned on I am. She guides the head of her cock into the entrance of my cunt, made even easier by the angle of the firm cushion under my hips. Hands gather my thighs, encouraging them to wrap my legs around her waist as she fills me with a single smooth controlled thrust. Using my hold to pull her even deeper inside me, I caress her lower back and the churning muscles of her buttocks with my foot. "Fuuuuuuck."

My unbelievably wet cunt sucks hungrily and noisily at the heavy thick hardness, matching the movements of her hips that have not stopped rocking and grinding and figure-8-ing. "Doing all right?" she asks innocently.

"Any more 'all right' and your cock is going to come up out of my throat. Oh my fucking hot damn."

Delphine turns her head to see what I'm looking at and smiles ferally. Cosima, naked except for her glasses and perfectly comfortable under our admiring scrutiny. Beautiful tits, flat muscled belly, subtly sculpted arms and legs... and a mound that's been shaved completely bare. I can just see the tip of her clit, bright red and shining and peeking out between the swelling of her outer lips.

Hadn't expected that. Not that I'm complaining.

"C'mere," I beckon her with an obscene waggle of my tongue. "Saved you a seat."

Her teeth gleam white in the dimming light. She saunters over, carefully removes my glasses, bends to give me a quick kiss, then straddles my head facing Delphine, with her knees digging into the pillow on either side of me. I can hear them kissing as I stroke the defined muscles of her thighs, taut and quivering with the effort to keep herself upright without smothering me. Swiping my tongue through her folds, I wallow in the sweet salty musky taste of her and the feeling of her moans reverberating through all of our joined bodies. At the same time Delphine begins to move again, slow swiveling thrusts that make my cunt clench every time she grinds the base of her cock against my clit. Clumsy at first, we find a rhythm that quickly sends me over the edge again and again, my body jerking in a frenzy, howls muffled against the slick pour of Cosima's cunt. Her thighs are trembling uncontrollably and I can feel the tension gathering in her asscheeks and the small of her back. I curl my tongue around her fat, rigid clit, lashing and sucking until she is bucking and grinding into my face. She loses her balance and tumbles over onto her side, thrashing like a tarpon and whimpering. Still spiked on Delphine's cock, I twist my upper body around to follow Cosima, bracing with my elbows and never letting up on her clit until she pushes my mouth away from her with shaking hands.

I feel Delphine pull out; even in this incredibly awkward position my cunt is reluctant to let her go. Straightening my legs and stretching, I rest my head on Cosima's thigh. Beside us, Delphine sits back on her heels, her cock hanging heavy and dripping with my come. "Merde," she whispers, looking horrified.

Cosima immediately reaches out a hand to caress her hip. "What's wrong, babe?"

"I'm so sorry, Bobby, I forgot to ask if you were hungry. Mémé would be so ashamed of me."

I crane my neck to squint up at Cosima. We both break up laughing at the same time.

In the kitchen we perch naked on padded barstools eating an incredible assortment of things. Asparagus, mushrooms and goat cheese in puff pastry shells. Guacamole with tortilla chips. Deviled eggs with chunks of smoked salmon. Fall-apart-tender cubes of short rib in an incredibly rich red wine sauce on top of slices of grilled polenta. Herb-roasted figs draped with slices of duck prosciutto so thin you can see through them. Perfectly runny stinky blue cheese with a drizzle of delicate acacia honey. "We weren't sure what you might like," says Delphine almost apologetically, "so we made a bit of everything." She offers me a plate of tiny buttered toasts topped with foie gras and little clear squares of what turns out to be Sauternes gelée. It is decadence on decadence and it may be the most delicious thing I have ever had in my mouth. Food-wise, anyway.

"Oh, my god. You know," I devour another toast, "if things don't work out at your job, you might want to consider catering."

"Catering in the nude for mini orgies? I'd totally be down with that. Here, try one of these."

The warm golden tartlet Cosima hands me contains a sticky tangle of caramelized onion topped with melted Gruyère, with an unexpected sharp bite from a hidden dab of coarse mustard. "Holy shit, that's good."

"That's what she said," says Cosima, leaning over to kiss me.

"Jesus fuck, you both had to be size queens?"

Cosima slowly circles her hips, small movements that let my body adjust to the substantial bulk of her cock inside me. I can't help moaning as it bumps heavily against Delphine's cock lodged in my ass. I am so unbelievably filled. "Are you complaining?" she teases. "'Cause that ocean pouring from your cunt says otherwise. Anyway, I seem to recall that you were the one who said to me, and I quote, 'Back door's occupied, but the front door's wide open.' Not too squished, babe?" she says to Delphine, who's lying directly beneath me.

"I'm fine, chérie." Her voice is slightly muffled. I feel her nuzzling at the back of my neck, making the little hairs stand on end with the brush of her lips and warm breath. "It's rather difficult to move, though."

"Don't worry, Bobby and I can take care of that part. You get to come along for the ride." For emphasis, she sinks her cock deeper within me; my cunt and ass clutch helplessly out of sync. An involuntary shudder works its way through the long slender body under me and a groan wrenches from her throat as my hips move in slow grinding circles. Thick cock rubs against even thicker cock through my straining walls. Slowly, carefully, I lift my legs to tangle them with Cosima's, running my hands up and down the shifting muscles of her back and squirming on top of Delphine until we figure out how to move together without disturbing the alignment of our bodies.

We stay suspended like that for a long time, all of us interlocked like puzzle pieces and reeking of sweat and sex. It's like a little island of calm in the middle of the storm of sweet fury that has been driving our fucking all night. Delphine's cock pushes and tugs at my fluttering, spasming asshole with every subtle pulse of her hips, Cosima's slowly works back and forth and around in the wet slick of my cunt. The only other sounds are the muted rustle of tangled bedding, the shredded rise and fall of our breath, the slinky beat of music my punch-drunk brain doesn't recognize. Sweat gradually dries, mingling with the heavier slide of come and lube.

Delphine's hands drift up from their hold around my waist to surround my breasts, teasing the hardened peaks of my nipples between her thumbs and fingers until I am arching into her touch. Cosima carefully leans in, her expression soft, and kisses me. "Doing okay?" she murmurs against my lips.

The shift in her position allows her to rock the base of her cock against my clit. Deep tremors are building again and each subtle stroke sucks the breath from my lungs. "Better than okay. Delphine, I still can't believe you managed to get that hog up my ass. I mean, Dev's about the same size, but there's a lot more give to a guy's cock, you know?"

"Dude, I totally get it. The first time she butt-fucked me, I came like a freight train for, like, days. Or maybe I just passed out. Kinda hard to remember when you're convulsing like an epileptic whore."

"Shit, don't make me laugh like that — one of us is gonna rupture something."

Coherent thought and the ability to speak instantly abandon me as she slips her hand between us to start fucking my clit with her fingers. At the same time, Delphine's hands tighten on my breasts, pinching and rolling my nipples and drawing an undignified squawk from somewhere in my throat.

"You were saying?" Cosima gives me an archly innocent grin and flicks the flat of a finger hard across my clit, making me gasp. "What's that? I can't hear you." She does it again. The muscles in my legs are trembling and I cling more tightly to her, digging my fingers into her back. Still working my breasts, Delphine kisses her way down the nape of my neck and sinks her teeth in where it joins my shoulder, then soothes the sting of the bite with the tip of her tongue. Every little motion of her cock sends up a sympathetic throbbing in my cunt. Filled and touched and tormented from every possible angle, I am barely able to breathe, lightheaded from the intensity of the sensations racing through my body.

The wet slipping and heaving of our bodies echoes through the room, and the rising scent of purely animal arousal fills the air as we get caught up in the rhythm again. Cosima abandons my clit and raises up on her arms, tilting her weight and shoveling herself into me with deeper, harder thrusts. Her jaw is set in a snarl, every muscle in her chest and arms standing out as she slams her cock into me. My fingers sink bloodless into her shoulders, anchoring me every time I crash against her.

I feel it begin somewhere deep in my bowels, rippling outward and setting off tremors in my impossibly tight cunt and ass that trigger first Delphine and then Cosima into their own violent release. They keep moving inside me, rolling us all over the edge one after another. Sweat sheets off of us like rain as we shudder and wail helplessly, no longer able to tell which one of us is coming and where one begins or another ends.

Sprawling heavily on top of me, Cosima's head comes to rest beside mine, her face tucked into the curve of my neck. Unable to talk, I let my body speak its gratitude in kisses, craning my neck around to capture Delphine's mouth with mine, then tasting salt against the smooth skin at Cosima's temple. Quivering uncontrollably in their embrace, I let my legs' hold on Cosima fall slack while Delphine's hands soothe the trembling of my muscles. The frantic pounding of my pulse gradually slows and the last thought that dribbles back into my brain before I drift into unconsciousness is Holy fucking shit.

"Bobby?"

Slowly I crack open my eyes. It takes me a minute to remember where I am and exactly why I am sore all over in the best possible way. And utterly but happily exhausted. Delphine sits on the edge of the bed, smiling down at me and almost glowing in the dim light of the vast bedroom. It's hard to reconcile this soft and gentle presence with the ferocious perpetrator of who knows how many mind-blowing orgasms for who knows how many hours.

I look around but Cosima is nowhere in sight. It occurs to me that out of all the things we discussed leading up to tonight, what we would do immediately afterward never really came up.

Shit. Preemptive strike might be the best way to go. I reach out a hand to lightly stroke up and down Delphine's thigh. "Hey. I've had an amazing time, but I'd better get going — "

"Please stay," she says immediately. "It's far too late to let you leave now. You can borrow whatever you need for the night. There is more than enough room in this bed for three, or you can sleep in a spare room if you would prefer. And we will make you breakfast."

She strokes my hair, scritching at my scalp. Well, when she puts it that way... "Okay."

"Good." There's that almost shy smile again. "You're welcome to use my bathroom to freshen up. I'll think you'll find everything you might need."

The bathroom is, no shit, almost as big as my entire studio apartment. Delphine has left me a brand new toothbrush as well as the option of an oversized t-shirt. I can't stand wearing anything in bed, though, so I leave the shirt where it sits neatly folded on the counter. While I'm brushing my teeth, I contemplate the little rubber ducky sitting on the edge of the pool-sized bathtub and remind myself to ask them why it's wearing a blindfold. My crotch is almost solid glue thanks to all the dried come and lube and I am sticky with sweat, so I take a quick shower after a few minutes of studying the incredibly complicated control panel on the wall.

When I return to the bedroom, Delphine is lying near the middle of the ginormous bed with Cosima tucked against her left side, which seems to be their usual arrangement. There's just enough light coming through the huge windows for me to be able to see Delphine smile and beckon to me with her right hand. She holds up the edge of the duvet. I leave my glasses on her nightstand and slide in, scooting closer. I have to squirm around to find the right fit but I wind up snuggled against her with my head resting on her shoulder and my arm draped across her waist, just below Cosima's arm which is nestled under her breasts.

"Hey, Delphine?" says Cosima sleepily.

"Yes, chérie?"

"N equals 2."

They both start giggling. "Um. Do I wanna know what that's about?"

Cosima places her hand on my arm, rubbing gently. "Nothing bad, dude, I promise."

Soft lips kiss my forehead. "She was saying that you're the second woman I've ever been with."

"Really?" I pop my head up to stare incredulously at Delphine. "Sure as hell could've fooled me."

She urges me to lie back down. Burrowing into her neck, I inhale, wanting to get drunk on her scent. Our scent. Fuck. I think I'm a little in love with these two.

Eliot gives me a sarcastic golf clap when I finally roll in at well past 3:00 in the afternoon. I am full of pheromones and pancakes, so I'm feeling way too good to do anything more threatening than give him the Trudeau salute. After I go over the books to figure out Angelo's share of the tipout and hand him a hefty chunk of cash on top of that as thanks, I kick back in my chair with my feet up on my desk.

A knock on my office door drags me awake. "Hey, Bobby?"

I scrub at my face, trying to clear the fog out of my head. "Yeah?"

"You got a delivery."

"On a Sunday?"

"Not that kind of delivery."

The fuck? "Come in."

Slowly the door creaks open, just wide enough for Eliot's hand holding a pot of gorgeous orchids to pop through. "Are you decent?"

"Shut up."

Grinning like a maniac, he sets the orchids on a corner of my desk. "Anything I should know about?"

"Nope."

"Aren't you going to read the card?"

I summon just enough energy to shoot him the death glare. Eliot holds up his hands in mock surrender and leaves, shutting the door behind him. Turning the pot around, I find a pale blue card clipped into a plastic holder stuck into the soil and visible between the blossoms, which are white with deep purple throats that almost look like they're bleeding into watercolor brushmarks along the lower petals. Thank you for a lovely evening says the neat, slightly spiky handwriting at the top half of the card. Just below it, I recognize Cosima's rounded scrawl: Next time, you bring the lube.

I'm still laughing as I reach for my phone.

I really, really hadn't intended to take so long to post an update, but... stuff happened. Hope it was worth the wait.

Since I started writing Cophine fic in the summer of 2015, I've posted more or less a chapter a week for well over a year and a half (which, considering that my previous output was more on the order of a chapter a month, is just nuts). So I'm a bit fried. Not stopping, by any means, just slowing down a little. Thanks to everyone who's sent a kind word - you're the best!

6/30/17 In response to today's Anonymous review: Thanks for the thought, but I write primarily to amuse myself. If anyone else is amused, so much the better; however, I don't really take prompts and I certainly don't write to order. In a freeform collection like this, there's bound to be *some*thing that'll offend or put off *some*one, so the most I will say on the subject is, Don't like, don't read. ;)

7/12/17 Thank you, Anon. (I wouldn't normally post author's notes like this but this antiquated system has no provision for responding to guest reviews.) I did allude to Cophine's first time anal in "Where My Hand is Set," but I'm not sure I'll actually elaborate on it since I wrote a similar scene years ago for another story/fandom. As for the g!p... much as I enjoy futanari porn, I don't think I'd write it particularly well with these two.