Just you...and Tara...

As the door closes, you find yourself alone in the kitchen, looking across the island at Tara.
"How are you... feeling.. this morning?"
"... a little unsure of myself, to be honest." Tara laughs nervously. "Last night... that was the most amazing night of my life." She slinks off her stool, sauntering around the island slowly. You watch hungrily as she sways over to stand in front of you, leaning back on her elbows against the island.
"Yeah it was pretty good for me, too." You step forward, putting a hand on either side of her on the counter-top, effectively confining her.
She smiles, and snakes her arms around you. "I'm so glad it happened that way. It was so much better than if we had just... well, you know what I mean."
"Yeah, it feels weird, to have... permission..."
"I'm not sure what's allowed..." she bites her lower lip, pulling your crotch into close contact with her own. She grins as she feels the hardening outline of you erection. "If it's only cool with all three of us... or..."
"If we're free to... play..." you grind slowly, rubbing your contained cock against the warmth you can feel through her shorts. "For the record, you and Jenna don't need my permission, or presence..." you push a stray hair back from her face, and tuck it behind her ear.