Go out.

We decided that it was still crucial for me to see the party scene, so we all got ready and went out. Rachel essentially put on what she'd been wearing earlier, and started drinking. "Pre-gaming is key," she explained, "because these fuckers charge way too much for booze." She mixed us some drinks, too.

Talia put on a fitted mini-dress, and no panties. I stared. She smiled.

We walked across campus, Talia's heels clicked on the pavement. The party was in the half-finished basement of an off campus house. Music pounded for a few minutes before we arrived. The guard, a formidable looking upperclassman, gave Talia an up-and-down, and then waved our door fee. Perks of traveling with a minor divinity, I guess.

When we got in, there was no chance for talking. Too many people, too much music. Rachel disappeared and returned with neon blue liquor, which we swallowed way too quickly. After that, details are a blur. I danced (more like grinded) on Talia, and, for a little while, on Rachel. At some point I got separated from them and some small, cute girl jumped into my arms and stuck her tongue down my throat before moving on.

I found Talia rubbing her barely-clad booty on Rachel, who was holding another drink. Talia saw me and looked up, walked right over to me, and kissed me hard. Rachel came in and closed us in. Then, before I knew what was happening, I felt a tug on the fly of my jeans. In a moment, Talia had my rock hard member exposed to the hot air of the party. In a single fluid motion, she whipped her leg around my back.

I didn't need anything else. I angled into position and pushed inside her. The crowd around us didn't notice us, and Rachel covered the joining of our bodies. As Talia moved up and down me, she bent over and made out with her girlfriend.

The dense air, the thrill of it, and Talia's amazing body pushed me over the edge almost immediately. I pumped harder as I came inside her, and that triggered her own orgasm. She moaned into Rachel's mouth. The dark-haired girl gave me a smile and a kiss after she dismounted. I could see a small, shiny trail running down her leg.

We left the party shortly after that, emerging into the open air. I hadn't realized how little oxygen there'd been in the basement, but it felt like breathing easily for the first time. I checked my watch. We'd been downstairs over an hour.

Rachel couldn't walk a straight line, and she was slurring her words. "You guys fucked!" she exclaimed to the night air.

I bent down. "Would you like a ride?" She climbed onto my back, and promptly fell asleep.

Talia was in better shape, stumbling some, but more from bliss than booze. "You know," she said as we walked back, "we've been hooking up pretty much the whole time I've been with Rachel. It's almost part of our relationship dynamic. I love my girlfriend, but...sometimes I want you, too."

"I always want you." The words came on their own.

"I know," she smiled again. "And sometimes, you want both of us," she laughed. "Still, it's not fair. The three of us couldn't live together, could we? Buy a house in the suburbs? Raise, I dunno, kids? Two women, that's a challenge. Two women and a man? People would think were members of some cult."

"First cult of Talia."

She cackled. "Seriously, though, we gotta get you a girlfriend."

When we arrived back at their apartment, we climbed into bed half dressed and fell asleep. On Saturday, we were totally exhausted, and spent the day playing video games, making a nice meal for ourselves. I was concerned that Rachel and I having sex might have ruined our dynamic, but we were closer than ever. Talia and Rachel bickered like an old married couple about how best to follow the directions on our recipe, and I had a front row seat. I imagined what it would be like for the three of us to actually settle down together. Could that work?

On Sunday, I had to drive back to get ready for the week. But I knew that I would see the girls again at the end of the week.