Last morning of Vacation

“Goooood morning, baby,” Gemma whispered in your ear.

You groaned and rolled towards her, and she laughed softly as you got your arm around her and pulled her into a hug. The weird part, as you woke up, was that she wasn’t under the covers and she wasn’t naked. Blearily opening your eyes, you found her lips and kissed her softly.

“What time is it?” you asked.

“Almost nine,” she said.

“We don’t need to be out of here until noon,” you mumbled accusatorily.

“But we need to clean, and pack, and we want to take one last walk,” Gemma said. “Now, Sabrina is finishing up frying the last of the bacon downstairs, and she’s trying this thing where she dips it in pancake batter and cooks that.”

“.... OK, that sounds amazing,” you grunted.

Gemma pulled the covers off of you, exposing your nakedness, and sighed happily to herself as she looked at you. That made you roll your eyes and reach for her again, pulling her down onto the bed and she started giggling as you got up under the baggy T-shirt she was wearing - your T-shirt, which she had wanted you to throw out during the ‘sort through John’s wardrobe’ era at the start of your relationship. With your head fully under her shirt, you managed to get your lips on her tits, burying your face between them and groaning as she kept laughing.

She ended up needing to pull the shirt off to get you off of her, pushing you back to the bed. “Bacon and pancakes,” she reminded you.

That got you up, and you got on a pair of boxers before following her out of the bedroom and down to the kitchen while she put the shirt back on.

Kissing Sabrina good morning as well, you ended up sitting at the kitchen table across from your two girlfriends as the three of you tried and loved Sabrina’s Tiktok recipe hack.

As you ate your eyes kept drifting from your girlfriend's faces to their chests. Gemma’s nipples were poking the front of her shirt, and Sabrina was only wearing her bathrobe and her cleavage was almost in full view but not quite.

“Well, at least we didn’t break him yesterday,” Gemma chuckled.

“Sorry,” you said, looking back up to their smiling faces.

“For what?” Sabrina asked and pulled the robe from her shoulders to bare her chest for you. “These tits are all yours, baby.”

“True,” Gemma smiled and pulled her shirt up to show off her breasts as well.

“And I’ll never, ever, ever get tired of them,” you said with a grin. Then you picked up the syrup bottle, dabbed a bead of it onto your finger, and reached over and rubbed it on Gemma’s nipple. “Oops.”

“I’ll get it,” Sabrina grinned, and Gemma rolled her eyes as Sabrina sucked on her nipple to get the sugary substance. Once she was done Gemma lowered her shirt. “If I let you two continue that, soon I’d be on my back on the floor and covered in syrup.”

“And what, my love, would be wrong with that?” Sabrina asked, leaning over to nuzzle into Gemma’s neck and kiss her softly.

“Nothing, if we weren’t on a time limit,” Gemma said as she leaned into the kiss for a moment and then pulled away. “Come on, you horny devils. We need to clean up.”

Since Sabrina had cooked breakfast, you and Gemma took charge of cleaning up while your Brunette girlfriend headed upstairs to get dressed and make herself up for the day. You were only really driving home so you didn’t feel like she needed to even put on makeup, but you had already learned not to say things like that to either of them. Especially together. Compliments like ‘You don’t need it’ fell on deaf ears.

Once cleanup was down to just wiping the counters and getting things sorted for emptying the fridge on your way out, you sent Gemma up to get ready for the day as well. She laughed as you sent her away with a smack on the ass, and you watched her head towards the stairs.

“God, I’m one luck fucker,” you said to yourself.

“Yes, you are,” Gemma called back from the stairs, the smile clear in her voice.

Once you finished the cleanup you headed up as well and, since the girls wanted to go on one more walk, you got dressed in some jean shorts and a T-shirt. The girls finished their preparations and the three of you rallied downstairs in the living room.

“OK,” Gemma said. “Packing is mostly done, cleanup shouldn’t take more than half an hour. We’ve got about an hour and a half before check out. Before we go, I want to do a check-in. How are we? How do we feel the weekend went?”

“I somehow keep finding more and more reasons to love you both,” you said. “I’m pretty tired, and my cock might need to be on bed rest for a day or two, but I’m great.”

“My heart is full,” Sabrina said. “My head still can’t quite wrap around the fact that we had amazing sex with Mallory, and I’m happy we got everything clear and clean with John’s friends for the school year to start on a good note. And my little bootyhole feels better than it did yesterday.”

That made you and Gemma both grin and snicker a little. “How about you, love?” you asked Gemma.

“I’m sad,” she said. “Not because of the weekend, but because it’s over. Because it was perfect, and it makes me hate that I’m leaving you guys in a month and a half. And yeah, the sex this weekend was amazing, and I’m really happy that we met Mallory, and everything else has all been good for us too. But most of all, when I looked around this house and the three of us in it… God, maybe this is silly, but I can’t help but imagine us living like this. Every day. Together.”

The three of you came together in a group hug, kissing lightly. You could almost hear your old high school pals seeing how emotional you were at the vision of living with Gemma and Sabrina in a house like this and chuckling, ‘Hah, gay!’

But you didn’t care that you were emotional. Didn’t care that your eyes were tearing up as you held them in your arms.

“OK,” Gemma said, fanning at her eyes to try and keep herself from spilling full tears. “Let’s go for our walk, unless either of you has more to check in on?”

“Well,” Sabrina said. “How’s your ass feeling? Because we do have a strap-on and I had fun with that whole DPing Mallory situation…”

“Not for a day,” you said, imagining your cock trying to get up and failing. “At least. My cock is on bed rest, remember?”

“And I’m not sure I’m ready for that to happen on a work night anyways,” Gemma said. “Ask me again on Friday when we have the next day off.”

Sabrina pulled out her phone and started typing on it.

“What are you doing?” Gemma asked.

“Setting a reminder to ask you about DPing you on Friday,” Sabrina said.

You couldn’t stop the snort of a laugh that came out of you.

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