4.10 – Ménage à Trois I

4.10 – Ménage à Trois I

“That went well, right?” Zoey asked, collapsing back into the bed. “Maddy seems pretty open to everything. Or, is coming around on it.”

The night had wrapped up, with the party of four only spending around an hour longer cradling drinks at their booth, chatting. Zoey had only had a few, but she felt the effects: the emboldening buzz that had taken up residence in her head, and the warm glow that had probably removed at least a few points of her better judgment.

Maddy had headed back to her own room, of course. Delta, though, had ended up in Zoey’s and Rosalie’s.

It had happened naturally. She’d trailed in and reclined back in one of the cushioned chairs without asking, because obviously she’d followed them into their room, and not back to hers.

Zoey’s heart skipped a beat, thinking about how this night would be turning out. They hadn’t talked about it explicitly, but all three of them knew. Delta had a ‘favor’ she could cash in from Rosalie. And even without that excuse, Zoey felt the tension between the three of them. Even in Rosalie, however much she pretended unaffected by Delta’s flirting.

“She’ll come around,” Delta agreed. “I figured she would. She’s a huge virgin, but I’m telling you, there’s a freak somewhere in there. As the resident expert, blondie can back me up.”

Rosalie sputtered, the accusation probably hitting close to home.

Zoey laughed at the telling reaction, which received a glare, but Zoey leaned up and peppered kisses into her neck, which had the irritation melting away. She was so easy to fluster.

Rosalie fended Zoey’s hands away, which had accidentally started to adventure, then she blushed, standing from the edge of the bed. “I’m using the restroom. I’ll be right back.” She practically fled.

Zoey pouted.

Delta plopped down next to her. “She’s still nervous. What’s the game plan?”

For warming her up to the upcoming event. “She needs excuses. Reasons she’s doing this besides how much she wants it.”

“And you think she does? Want it?”

Zoey gave Delta a baffled look.

Delta laughed, and said, “Just making sure we’re talking about it.” She glanced toward the bathroom doorway, smirking. “But yeah. Maybe some things are too obvious to be worth clarifying.”

“But game plan,” Zoey said.

“I think you just need to warm her up.”

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“I’ll use the restroom next. Give you two a few minutes to ... get started. Maybe talk, if you need to.”

“That’s a good idea.” Zoey knew how to ‘give Rosalie her excuses’. It wasn’t going to be particularly hard to pull off. Rosalie wanted this as much as Zoey did, for all she’d deny it up and down. “What do you have planned, anyway? For the favor?”

Zoey looked back down. Rosalie had lost her shirt, exposing pale skin and a lacy light blue bra. When had that happened?

Rosalie swallowed, as if looking for a retort, but Zoey saved her from having to make one. She got back to kissing.

A brief hesitance, then Rosalie relaxed.

Which was a good first step. They had to work into things slowly. Having Rosalie comfortable being kissed in front of Delta, step one.

Step two ... Rosalie’s hand sneaking into Zoey’s pants, gripping her cock?

Zoey groaned at the unexpected pressure. Rosalie jumped, eyes shooting open, breaking their kiss. She looked down between their bodies, seeing where her hand had—apparently unintentionally—ventured to. Then her gaze flicked to Delta, who was sitting off to the side, watching the event with a highly interested glint in her eyes.

“Not afraid to get to things, are you, princess?” Delta asked. “You have company, you realize?”

Rosalie blushed, hand fleeing from Zoey’s pants. Zoey was annoyed at Delta for that, but teasing was what she did—and acting normal was good for easing Rosalie into things. Zoey was pretty sure Rosalie wasn’t ready to be jerking her off in front of Delta. She’d just got caught up in the moment.

Zoey got back to it. Rosalie kept better control of her hands, seemingly more aware of Delta’s presence. But when Zoey had delivered a proper sloppy kissing session, and her blonde girlfriend was moaning beneath her, when Zoey’s fingers went to her bra clasp, she only hesitated a second before nodding.

Zoey slipped Rosalie’s bra off, tossing it to the floor. She leaned up, sitting on Rosalie’s lap, and massaged away, gripping and squeezing, then tweaking her nipples, extracting moans and breathless noises. Unable to stand Delta’s interested gaze, she put her arm over her eyes, letting herself be played with in the safety of ignorance.

But if she was going to cheat, then Zoey was going to ramp things up.

She shuffled off Rosalie’s lap, off the bed and standing on the floor, then popped open Rosalie’s pants button.

Surprisingly, though, Rosalie swatted her hands away, removing the arm that had been covering her eyes. She glared up at Zoey. “No. You are not stripping me when you’re still wearing everything.” She pulled Zoey onto the bed and climbed over her. Efficiently, she stripped off Zoey’s shirt and bra, then, just as quickly, leaned down and took Zoey’s nipples with her mouth. She flicked away with her tongue, sucking, running circles, and toying with Zoey. Zoey shivered, placing a hand on the back of Rosalie’s head, pushing her in and basking in the sensation.

A proactive Rosalie. Zoey could appreciate that.

The bed indented as Delta sat at the foot. Rosalie paused, not looking back, then continued playing with Zoey. The fox-girl waited, biding her time. She shared an excited grin with Zoey, who couldn’t help but return it.

A minute later, after she’d let Rosalie toy with each of her nipples, Zoey tugged the blonde girl up, then turned her around, tucking her into a hug, with Rosalie’s naked back pressing into Zoey’s breasts.

“It’s mean to leave her out,” Zoey murmured into Rosalie’s ear. “Let’s let her undress you.”

Rosalie’s eyes flicked to Delta, then she turned back to Zoey, twisting so she could pull Zoey into a kiss. Still retreating, not facing things directly, but a clear ‘yes’.

Zoey briefly shared a look with Delta, flicking her eyes down toward Rosalie as if to emphasize a point. ‘Get to it.’

Grinning, Delta shuffled forward, her fingers going to Rosalie’s pants.