Timing

Nia and I laid in an uneven pile, her lower body stacked half atop mine as we tried to catch our breath. Rina had really put us through the ringer, and judging from what she’d said before she left to get refreshments, there was more to come…

I don’t know where she found the energy. Maybe being functionally robbed of two senses had strengthened the ones which remained, but the aches and pains of our sexual escapades were hitting me way harder than I anticipated. Just imagining the next round was already wearing me out.

While pondering what perversions our future held, Nia startled me by suddenly cupping my face. Unfortunately, the reaction seemed to spook her right back; her hand cautiously pulling away until one finger remained. Feeling guilty, I extended my neck to meet her palm once more, embracing the touch she’d offered. It put a strain on my already sore muscles, but I’d be damned if I was going to spurn her affection after all this.

Feeling more welcomed, Nia’s fingers indulged decidedly; exploring my every feature with as languid a pace as possible. The sensation was weak through the fabric, but I could feel the love packed in each slow, gentle stroke. I could have basked in these tiny gestures forever, but she, unlike me, was not satisfied so easily. Eventually, Nia stopped and set to work, tracing her fingers up my arms and freeing them from their makeshift prison.

Immediately my body fell loose, aching shoulders finally relaxing now that they’d been given the chance — more accurately, now that I’d let them. I had been holding the position myself more than the pants were, it was mostly for the sake of our roleplay that I’d waited for permission.

…Well, maybe that was a bad excuse? We’d stopped at least five minutes ago, so I really didn’t need to hold after that. The consequences of getting too immersed, I suppose. Not to say I regretted it…

As I worked to justify my masochism, Nia’s hands wandered back to my face. The tips of her fingers followed the rim of the underwear, peeling them off my face and returning me to the light.

I scrunched up as the radiance hit me, hoping to escape the intensity of my newly regained faculties. It was shocking how even just having my vision mostly obscured could leave me so disoriented.

Still, despite the pangs of adjustment, the removal of my bindings brought a great relief as well. My world had been — quite fittingly — restored by Nia. I could actually smell again, my skin could breathe, and, undoubtedly the most impactful thing, I could take in the striking view before me.

The mystery sex between Rina and Nia had left my love an absolute disaster. She was caked in god knows what, eyes bleary, and hair a tangled mess. The arm she’d extended toward me, the one caressing my cheek as I took her in, was red around the wrist. Her normally coffee colored hips stood out in much the same way, now raised and stinging even from my less than ideal angle.

…She was so, so incredibly gorgeous. No, she was utterly spectacular! …No, maybe…wonderful? …Inspiring… Magnificent…? Captivating…! Beautiful…? An oasis? The very flame of my soul…?

…

What was I doing? This exercise was pointless, because she was all that and then some. There wasn’t a single expression in my lexicon to describe how she made my heart swell. It was an emotion beyond words.

They say absence makes the heart grow fonder. If that were true, then I might have already loved Nia too much. It felt like my chest might burst. I truly couldn’t believe just how much I’d missed her until right this second, overwhelmed by these feelings inside me.

Once her hazy emerald pools met me head on, I couldn’t contain myself anymore. I pulled Nia in, embracing her with what little energy I could muster. She didn’t say anything, simply returning the gesture with her own. She threw her tired, trembling arm over mine, hugging me as she nuzzled deep into my neck.

Time blurred as we stayed in that peaceful state. How long had it been since Rina left? What time was it? Was I drifting, or just resting my eyes? Was my vision blurring from fatigue, or were my eyes welling up? I didn’t know any of the answers to these questions — they were petty thoughts that surfaced and sank without any defined limit, bleeding into one another as I lost track of the world outside Nia.

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………!

I jerked, a loud squish startling me back to awareness. Quickly assessing my surroundings, I found a mortified, half-dressed Rina stood frozen beside the bed. She appeared to have just gotten out of the shower, clad in fresh underwear with a towel draped around her shoulders. She’d been reaching out for the bedside lamp beside Nia, her finger hovering just above the power switch, before stepping on a condom. The previously stuffed prophylactic had been rent beneath her large foot, exploding under the additional weight and spreading its viscous contents everywhere.

She looked down with a grimace and sighed, no doubt dismayed by the mess and the fact she’d spooked me…or had she woken me up? It was hard to say. Either way, her displeasure was plain.

Rina: …Shit, sorry.

Rina whispered her apology, presumably hoping to avoid rousing Nia as well. I followed her example.

Emery: It’s okay. Sorry to fall asleep while you were gone. Let me help you clean that up.

I motioned to get up, but Rina shook her head.

Rina: It’s my own fault for not being careful. You keep laying down.

Emery: At least let me grab you the tissues since I’m closer. That’s a…well, a pretty huge mess track around the room.

Her face lit up, a mote of indignance sinking into her tone.

Rina: No it’s n…sh-shut up, okay? It came outta me, I know how to clean it. A-and I’ve got a towel right here so...so just go back to sleep!

Nia: Kinda hard to do that when you guys are so bad at whispering…

Rina and I clammed up, embarrassed by our apparent clumsiness.

Emery: Sorry about that hun.
Rina: My bad…

Nia shifted, propping herself up against the stack of pillows as she rubbed sleep from her eyes.

Nia: Sh’good, eugh, didn’t really mean tah pass out like that anyway…just kinda happened.

Emery: It was the same for me. You were more than welcome to wake us up, Rina. We wouldn’t want to take up your bed, or otherwise inconvenience you when we have classes tomorrow.

It may have been a touch presumptuous of me to assume Rina would come to class tomorrow, given she’d missed half the week thus far, but…I really hoped she would.

Rina: Nah, I…actually I couldn’t bring myself to wake you guys up when I came in earlier. You guys were way too cute, all cozy like that. I was gonna just turn off the light ‘n let you sleep,

Nia: What about you though?

Rina: Eh, I was just gonna crash on the couch. It’s got plenty of room.

Nia: Nah, that’s sweet, but you don’t need to do that. It’s good you woke us up, Em and I should prolly wash up too.

Nia stifled a yawn as she continued, slowly persuading her body to raise as she wanted.

Nia: Then we can change the sheets and all three of-oup!

Rather than getting up as gracefully as she may’ve intended, Nia’s ascension was shaky and uneven; her half-awake, thoroughly sexed state causing her to lose balance halfway through. Before she could fall off the bed though, she found herself face-planted against Rina's abs, the defined, athletic washboard cushioning her.

Rina: Woah, hahaha, you okay?
Emery: Are you alright, hun?

Nia: ...Yeah. Sorry you two, phew, I, uh, I got up a lil too fast. Thanks for catching me, Rina.

Rina: Naw, I barely moved. Maybe you should take it easy for the rest of the night though?

A smirk pierced Nia’s drowsy air, her foxy mannerisms peaking through once more.

Nia: Aw, but I’m in such a good position right now~. Don’cha think?

She gestured downward, indicating how her breasts had incidentally met the pronounced, albeit flaccid, bulge distending Rina’s underwear.

Rina rolled her eyes at my love’s antics, unable to fight off her own staple grin.

Rina: Pfft, yeah, maybe if you could hold yourself up.

Nia: Ehhh? Hehe, why would I need to when I’ve got a big girl like you to lean on~?

Nia committed to switching gears, flirtatiously pressing her breasts against Rina’s crotch. Her hands as well, previously fastened to Rina’s thick thighs for stability, migrated to our partner’s generous butt, gripping each glute with surprising alacrity.

Rina: Mmnn~, you sure? I thought you guys were gonna shower too.

Nia: Just figured I’d make a detour. Y’know, since I’m in the area~. You complainin’?

Rina: Yeah right. I don’t mind getting dirty agai-

Rina paused, looking at her ejaculate covered foot before huffing.

Rina: Well, dirtier, at least. But real, I just didn’t wanna overwork you. You’re…looking a little rough, to put it nicely.

Nia: ~Oh? Hehe, what gives, “Mistress”? Before ya left it sounded like we were gonna keep at it no matter what, and I wasn’t exactly in better shape then~. If you ran outta steam you can say so, it’s okay. I’ll take the lead again if you can’t hang~.

Rina lit up at Nia’s obvious provocation, eyes widening and lips twisting in hunger. Her breath shifted, each deep, heaving pull accentuating her already prodigious bust.

Rina: Heh…heheheh, and here I was trying to be nice by chilling and giving you two some alone time…

Nia: Hearin’ a lotta excuses. Like, who here told ya to be nice~?

Nia lifted herself till she was eye level with Rina’s chest, nipping at one of Rina’s tenting buds as she busied her hands; the combined stimulations eliciting a girlish sigh from her target.

Nia: I didn’t, and Em definitely didn’t. If anything, hehehe, I’mma need ya to go even harder~. Gotta show him what he was missing out on!

She looked to me as she groped Rina, somehow brimming once more with impish energy.

Nia: ~Oh~! Speeeaaking of…c’mere cutie~.

Nia nearly buried herself in Rina’s cleavage as she raised her ass toward me, freeing one of her hands to spread it invitingly.

Nia: Since you were a good boy and took it on the chin, I think my lil perv deserves a reward~.

I swallowed hard, soaking in every minute detail of her very well-loved lower half. The marks on her plush ass, the soft stretch of her finger on her anus, the red tinge to her rosy petals and the sheer deluge of nectar sourced between them… Just watching the two hang onto each other already had my dick surging to life, in spite of its overuse, but now? Now each throb was painfully overfull.

And how could they not be? Not only was Nia pushing through her fatigue for me, acting shockingly energetic — a bit bratty, even — in her efforts to goad Rina, but she was trying to explore another facet of our play as well. One I hadn’t really gotten the chance to revel in yet.

“Sloppy seconds" was a common trope in my pornography of choice, but last weekend was really about giving Rina the action — the “breaking in” of Nia, as she’d so brazenly put it — so to have it offered to me…in a potential spitroasting position, no less… There was a slew of untapped potential left in our near future, if I played my cards right.

The mental imagery was too powerful to resist. Shivers surged through my body, forcing me into action at last.

Nearly tripping over myself, I scooched over to Nia, took hold of her sizable ass, and aligned myself with her pussy — stopping only briefly to admire her frame. She was always a little bottom heavy, and it stood out oh-so nicely when she angled herself like this.

As the head of my cock and her labia kissed, however, she took advantage of my hesitation, gently wrapping her hand around my shaft and stalling our intimate reunion.

Nia: Ah-ah, slow down sweetie~. I know you’re excited, but I wanna enjoy the moment~.

She rocked her hips, grinding my tip around the rim of her entrance. I bit my lip at the stimulation, my combined excitement and frustration forcing a noise out of me that felt even more pathetic to make than it was to hear.

Tremors rocked both girls at that, clearly reveling in the…distinct flavor my hands-on inclusion brought to this equation. Rina couldn’t wait any longer, taking her unoccupied hand and freeing her cock from its long unpleasant confines. She pressed the titan member against Nia’s torso and stroked the base, pleasuring herself as she took in Nia’s teasing.

Nia: ~Before you get your turn Em~, hehe, I need to hear juuust how-

What titillating words my darling planned to say next, I’d never know. She was cut off as tragedy struck without warning, as it so often did in life. The **** knell of our fun rang out from the other room, its shrill tremulation tearing the atmosphere asunder. It was a trill from Nia’s phone; a certain specific, damnably familiar ring that had ended many of our dates together over the years, but had rarely felt so unwelcome as it did right now.

It was the ringtone that Nia used to indicate that her parents were calling.

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Nia: …God! Ugh, dammit…!