So the three of us walked to my room and sat there awkward not knowing how to start. Blythe took the lead and started kissing me. I kissed her back. I was already extremely turned on so it didn’t take long for things to get heated. This was a weird line I never knew I would, or could, cross. But I’d be lying if I said I never fantasied or thought about it. I just never thought it would happen.

While I was making out with Blythe Casta came up behind me and started kissing my neck. I moaned into Blythe’s mouth. Casta’s hands wrapped around me and traveled up my shirt and under my bra. That was all it took to get me over the edge the first time. I shook and shuddered where I sat, having a touch-free orgasm.

“So fucking hot.” Blythe moaned before taking her shirt off and tossing it to the floor.

Casta took my shirt off.

I was breathing heavy my whole face covered in blush.

While Blythe was getting undressed Casta took her chance and started kissing me. I wrapped my arms around her and eased her down onto her back. Then I lifted her shirt above her head. Blythe came over to me from behind and removed my bra.

She forced me to sit up and held me tightly as she kissed my neck. I could feel her bare breast against my back. Casta got up and pulled my shorts off, tossing them to the floor. They most definitely were not about to go easy on me. They ganged up on me and attacked me. It was all I could do to keep up.

After my third orgasm I crawled away from them to catch my breath, they giggled. Neither of them had yet to climax, they were too busy trying to get me off. When they saw I needed a break they turned to each other. Then they started making out.

I watched completely mesmerized by the scene. Watching two people I care deeply for, love each other gave me a tingly feeling inside. They were both so beautiful in their own way, watching them together was like watching art.

Blythe took charge and shoved Casta down onto the bed. Casta winced at the pain, her bruises were mostly healed but she still had some internal healing to do.

“Easy, not to rough with her.” I found myself saying.

“It’s okay, I can handle it.” Casta moaned as Blythe trailed kisses all over her body.

I smiled, so long as she didn’t get hurt then it was okay.

“How many times have you two done it on this bed?” Blythe asked.

“Too many to count.” Casta moaned.

“How many?” she demanded, teasing Casta by biting her nipple in her mouth.

“Uh! I don’t know like 10, 20 times. There was one day where we went at it for hours.”

“Bad girl, I’ll have to punish you. How dare you take what belongs to me.” Blythe teased.

“Oh fuck.” Casta moaned as Blythe started fingering her.

I was getting worked up just watching them.

Blythe went at Casta for a good ten minutes before getting her over the edge, then Casta and I teamed up against Blythe. Casta held her, as I went down on her. Blythe moaned so loud my ears rang.

Her thighs wrapped around my face and I cried out, not in pleasure but in pain.

“Spread your legs you're hurting her.” Casta chastised.

Blythe whimpered her legs shaking as they spread back open. I went back to work. Casta forced Blythe on her back then got into a 69 position, holding her legs open for me so Blythe couldn’t hurt me anymore. I paused what I was doing to kiss her as a thank you for her consideration.

She moaned into my mouth as Blythe attacked her from behind. Sinking her face in-between Casta’s legs. The three of us only lasted another hour before we could take no more.

“Fuck, that was amazing,” Blythe said trying to catch her breath.

I was laying in the middle of them, snuggling up to Blythe while Casta had her arms wrapped around me.

“I don’t think I can walk,” I said.

“Me either,” Casta added.

Blythe laughed.

“We got to do this again soon girls. Fuck that was the best sex I’ve ever had.” Blythe said still in amazement.

“I’m tired.” I yawned.

“Sleep my cute little cinnamon roll.” Casta kissed me on the neck.

I sighed and relaxed into them, letting myself fall asleep.

They would wake me a couple of hours later and force me to take a shower. We definitely did a number on the futon, it squeaks and creaks now with every movement. Afterward, we watched stuff on Netflix using Blythe’s account and Casta’s iPad. I laid in the middle of them and we all snuggled together.

We fell asleep like this. In the morning I was the first one up and found myself not even covered up but completely warmed up by the two bodies I was sandwiched between. I squeezed out and walked to the restroom.

“Want to explain that?” Mom asked coming up behind me. I jumped at her unexpected appearance. She looked like she was just getting up as well.

I looked into the bathroom mirror to see what exactly she was referring to and saw my neck covered in hickeys, and I do mean covered. Hickies of many sizes and shapes. My face went red.

“Not really,” I said.

“Mmm Hmm.” She eyed me.

“Casta and I are in an open relationship and that’s all you need to know to draw your conclusions.” I shut the bathroom door in her face.

“Mmm hmm.” I heard from the other side of the door.

What a crazy night. Crazy in a good way. I felt like life couldn’t get better. I was in the morning after high, I was glowing. Nothing could bring me down, that is until my Ipad in my room dinged.

I flushed the toilet and lazily walked back to my room. I picked it up off the charger. When I saw your name my heart leaped into my throat. I clicked open the message.

“Hey still haven’t heard from you since the incident. Just checking in, you okay? Why don’t we do something together today?” I saw the little dot that told me you were currently online.

“Who is it?” Casta asked sitting up and stretching.

I stayed staring at the screen, staring at your little dot.

“I slept like a baby.” Blythe sighed sitting up.

“Zara what’s wrong.” Casta got up.

“Hmm?” Blythe turned her attention to me.

“Uh, n-nothing.” I lied.

“I know when you’re lying.” Blythe pointed out.

“It’s Rosey,” I admitted.

They both went silent.

They both know how I feel about you. They both know my love for you is strong. They were both feeling threatened.

“She wants to hang out with me.” I went on.

“When.” Blythe sneered.

“Today.”

“I thought you were done with her.” She hissed.

“No. We made amends, sort of. It’s complicated.” I said.

“I don’t want you to hang with her.” Casta, to my surprise, said.

“Second that, you need to stay away from her,” Blythe added.

I looked back and saw your dot. Then I exited out and left you on read. I felt like I had slapped myself in the face. I curled in on myself on the floor and stared at the wall.

“Okay,” I said.

They were silent.

“Zara.” Casta sighed and sat next to me.

“Don’t fucking give in, stand your ground. No Rose.” Blythe spat as she saw Casta was about to retract her words.

Casta glared at her.

“I’m going to go make breakfast.” I got up and left the room.

I wondered what you were thinking. How mad you were that I ignored you. I bet you were mad, why else would you drive all the way to my house for?

Just as everyone was sitting down for breakfast you banged on the door. As if you were banging on the door to my life, letting me know that you would not go quietly into the night. I just knew it was you before I even answered the door. It was like I could feel how close you were, feel your presence nearby.

“Rosey, what are you doing here?” I asked.

“Why’d you ignore me?” you crossed your arms.

“I—I---”

“Because I told her too.” Blythe stomped over to us.

“Still the same bitch I see.” You rolled your eyes.

My mom choked on her water.

“Who are you calling Bitch, Bitch,” Blythe spat.

“Stop it, both of you. Rose, would you like to come in for breakfast?” I asked.

“Gladly.” You glared at Blythe.

Casta also glared at you as you sat down in my spot. I pulled up my mom’s office chair just to squeeze in on the table.

“Rose, nice to see you.” Mom lied. I knew she didn’t like you, at least not as much as she liked Blythe and Casta.

“Good morning, sorry to intrude.” You smiled that smile that always melts my heart.

“The more the merrier or so I’ve heard.” Mom took a jab at me. I shot her a glare.

Okay, that wasn’t just the king of all awkward silences, that was the whole fucking kingdom. We all just sat there and ate silently. I knew it was going to be a very long day.