They've been planning this all along.

Ellen playfully smacks her roommate's shoulder. "You don't have to be so obvious about it!"

Amy doesn't break eye contact with you. "Nyet! Acquisition of target was proceeding too slowly! The plan needed modifying." She leans down again and kisses you. This time she opens her mouth and explores the insides of you lips with her tongue.

"The plan didn't need altering," says Ellen sweetly. "The plan had subtly, which I should have known would be a problem with you!"

Amy pulls out of the kiss and sits up, kneeling on your waist lightly. You take the opportunity to ask. "Plan? Is there a plan I didn't know about?"

"Oh yeah!" says Amy, dropping the Russian accent. "The little cheerleader here is dying for a threeway and she figured you'd be up for it." She waves theatrically at the tent in your pants. "And look at that! She was right!"

Ellen shakes her head with a smile. "But we were supposed to do it slowly. Maturely. Un-sluttily."

"Translation: waste a ton of time." Amy looks down at your bulge, and drags her fingernails lightly across your chest. " You were ready to go the moment you saw Ellen in that hot little cheerleading outfit, weren't you."

You stoke Amy's thighs. They feel terrific. Then you look over at Ellen and smile. "Yeah, I thought I was going to cum when I saw that short little skirt."

"Which was exactly why she rented it!"

You raise an eyebrow at your old friend and she shrugs innocently at you.

Amy laughs and shakes her head. "You didn't even notice that those aren't our school colors on her outfit, you idjit!" Both the girls giggle. "Hey, if we're gonna play dress up, I'll be right back."

Amy rolls off you and runs into the closet. It's only barely big enough, but she ducks down under a shelf and slides the door closed."

You turn to Ellen and ask, "Is she okay in there?"

"Oh, don't worry," says Ellen as she takes her roommate's place kneeling on top of you. You are extremely aware that her pussy is pushing against the bulge in your pants. "She has a little flashlight. She does this all the time."

You begin rubbing Ellen's tan legs, which feel just as good as Amy's. "What exactly do you two girls do in here all day?"