In the morning...

You wake up when a beam of light from the window hits your face. You groggily take stock of your surroundings, and sure enough, it had not been a dream. On your one side, Viola is sleeping using your shoulder as a pillow, her right breast pressed against your side. On the other side is Kate, curled in the fetal position with one leg in your lap, her arm entwined with yours. This would all be incredibly pleasant, of course, except you feel a little overheated, and gross in the best possible way from last night’s little fantasy.

You get out of bed slowly and carefully, leaving Kate and Viola curled up naked with each other. You seriously consider digging your good camera out of the closet, but settle for taking a good long mental picture. You head to the bathroom, pee and take a quick shower. Once you’ve dried off, you wrap your towel around your waist and head to the kitchen to make some coffee and cut up some fruit. You hear stirrings in the bedroom as you walk by, but no voices, so you leave them alone.

When you’ve finished cutting up your little breakfast, you poke your head in to your bedroom again and this time you catch the two girls whispering to each other in bed, mischievous smiles on their faces.

“Oh man, two naked girls in bed scheming. I’d say “that can’t be good”, but that’s a lie, that pretty much can’t be bad, right?”

“Well, to be honest, we were trying to decide who gets to keep you. Don’t worry, we haven’t entirely ruled out the possibility of just sharing you,” Viola says.

“We won’t make you decide… at least before you’ve had your coffee,” said Kate.

Kate gracefully rolled out of bed first. She stretched and you could see every muscle in her body tense and relax. She squinted in the sun, highlighting the cute mousiness of her face. She gracefully walked past you and in to the bathroom. Viola got out of bed a moment later.

Viola’s body couldn’t be more different from Kate’s. Viola was a little hourglass, with large breasts and wide hips. Whereas Kate’s body was toned and sculpted, Viola had completely soft, smooth skin. Your eyes finally drifted to her face, and she smiled at you, nearly paralyzing you with the beauty of her face. You had definitely chosen wisely yesterday to wind up in this situation this morning.

“Now, did I hear something about coffee and breakfast? I’m starving,” Viola almost walked past you in to the kitchen, but not before yanking your towel off of your waist and throwing it towards the bed, “fair is fair.”

You didn’t disagree and you followed her swaying butt back in to the living room.