Post-Threesome Pillow Talk with your *Girlfriend*

“She’s asleep,” April whispered, grinning at you.

“Are you guys sleeping here?” you asked her, keeping your voice low as well.

“At this point, I think we have to,” April said. “That’s OK, yeah?”

“I’d love it,” you said.

“You have work in the morning,” April whispered, reading your mind.

“I can probably call out,” you said. “I haven’t taken a sick day… ever.”

“No, no,” she said, shaking her head and reaching over Zara to rub your arm. “That’s not necessary. We can go get breakfast with you tomorrow and then head home.”

“OK,” you nodded, then sighed as you looked down at Zara. The redhead was on her side facing away from you, her butt pressed to you as her cheek pressed to April’s chest. Her face was slack and almost looked a little goofy instead of her usual sharp expressions, but had a more natural softness as she was clearly at peace.

The cuddles had lasted until April had ducked under the covers and repaid the favour of creampie-slurping, and you’d ended up making out with Zara as she got her pussy eaten. Then she’d wanted to watch you and April fuck again, and she’d lain next to you as April slowly rode you in cowgirl, your girlfriend taking turns kissing you and Zara until she’d had one last orgasm for the night. Then she’d gotten off of you and stroked with both hands until you’d had a third orgasm of your own, the power not quite as explosive as the first two but still spattering her stomach and breasts with cum while Zara had moaned and fingered herself to her last orgasm of the evening as well.

“Thanks, Ollie,” April whispered. “For doing this.”

“April, I feel like-”

“Shhh,” she hushed you softly. “I know. You got a threesome with two girls. That’s a lot of guys’ big fantasy. I’m happy we did it, and you got it with me and her. And I doubt it’ll be the last one after how well it went. But we didn’t talk about it ahead of time really, and you handled it all really well. That’s what I’m thanking you for. For trusting me, even when Zara made it pretty easy to not want to be **** around her.”

“You’re welcome,” you sighed, trying to just accept the compliment.

April took a deep breath and let it out through her nose, looking down at her best friend pillowed on her tit. She moved a lock of copper hair and tucked it behind Zara’s ear. “I think she had fun,” April said. “And I think that was the best sex of her life, so maybe we helped her out with that, too.”

“I… hope so,” you said. “For her sake. She deserves…”

“To feel wanted,” April finished for you. “More at peace. Safe.”

“Yeah,” you sighed.

April leaned over and kissed you gently. “Thanks, Ollie.”

“You’re welcome. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” she smiled. Then she leaned back onto her pillow and snorted softly. “First time sleeping at my boyfriend’s place and I’ve got Zara drooling on my tit. Not how I thought this would go.”

“Not exactly how I thought it would be either, but it’s… really nice.”

“Yeah,” April said, still smiling. “I don’t think I’d change it for anything.” Then she raised an eyebrow. “Actually, I’d change one thing.”

“What’s that?” you asked.

“We should probably turn off the light.”

You blew out a long breath, not wanting to get out of bed. Finally, you rolled away from Zara and out from under the covers, taking the couple of steps to the light switch and flicking it before returning. As you climbed back into bed, Zara groaned in her sleep and reached behind her, trying to pull you closer until you were hugging her from behind again, her back to your chest and her butt wiggling back against your lap with your cock pressed to her butt cheek.

“Horny little thing,” April chuckled, stroking her friend’s hair again. “Hopefully this means she won’t be a bitch to you anymore. God - I can barely imagine it. A guy that Zara actually likes to be around?”

“With my luck, she’ll decide to try and date you,” you said.

“That was your luck before you met me, baby,” April said into the dark. “Your luck now should mean she wants to fuck both of us whenever she’s in town. And because I’m the Princess Peach to your Mario, I’m more than happy with you fucking Princess Daisy here over and over until she can’t walk straight.”

“Wait,” you said. “If I’m Mario, who’s Luigi?”

“....OK, bad example. I’ll figure out a better one. Tomorrow.”

“I’m looking forward to it,” you grinned.

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