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The morning light crept into the room, soft and forgiving, illuminating the tangle of bodies still lost in sleep. I woke first, my body feeling heavy and deeply satisfied. Anna was still draped over my chest, her breathing soft and even. Erica and Casey were pressed against my sides, a cocoon of shared warmth. I lay there for a long time, just watching them, my heart swelling with an emotion so deep it almost ached. The memories of the previous night—Carole's boldness, the surprise at home, the intense, raw sex with my girls—mingled with the tender memories of my date with Sarah.

Slowly, carefully, I slid out from under Anna, replacing myself with a pillow, which she immediately cuddled. I needed coffee.

I padded naked into the kitchen, the house silent and still. As the coffee maker gurgled to life, I leaned against the counter, lost in thought. My phone, which I’d left on the charger, buzzed.

I picked it up. A new message. From Sarah.

*“Good morning John. I hope I’m not waking you. I just… I couldn’t stop thinking about our date. I had the most wonderful time. Thank you for being so amazing. I hope we can do it again soon. ❤”*

A slow smile spread across my face. Her honesty was as captivating as her shyness.

"Who’s that?"

I turned. Erica was leaning against the doorframe, her athletic body silhouetted against the morning light. She was already stretching, her muscles flexing.

"It’s Sarah," I said, holding up the phone.

Her sleepy expression immediately brightened. "Oh? What does she say?"

I read her the message. Erica grinned. "She’s definitely hooked. And honestly? I don't blame her. So, what are you going to do?"

"I was thinking," I said, as Anna and Casey shuffled into the kitchen, drawn by the smell of coffee. "That maybe our next date shouldn't be... out."

Casey paused, her hand halfway to a coffee mug, her full breasts jiggling slightly with the movement. "You mean... here?"

"Exactly," I said. I looked at each of them. "You all liked her. Anna, you said yourself it would be wonderful if she lived with us. If that’s even a remote possibility, she needs to see what she’d be getting into. She needs to meet you all properly."

Anna’s dark eyes lit up. "Invite her for dinner. Tonight."

"I love that idea," Erica added immediately. "We can make her feel welcome. Show her what our family is like."

Casey giggled. "And we can see how she... reacts... to us."

I nodded, my decision made. I typed out a reply to Sarah, my thumb hovering over the screen for just a second before I hit send.

*“Good morning, Sarah. I’ve been thinking about you too. I’d love to see you again. In fact, how about tonight? I have a better idea than going out: Come over to my place. I’ll cook for you. My housemates would love to see you again too.”*

We all watched the phone, a strange, shared anticipation filling the kitchen. It felt like a significant moment. The reply came almost instantly.

*“Oh! To your house? That sounds… lovely. I’d love that! What time should I be there? And... what should I wear?”*

Erica laughed softly. "She's already asking for instructions."

I typed back.

*“7 PM. And wear exactly what you wore on our date. That midnight blue dress. I couldn't stop thinking about it.”*

Her reply was a simple: *“Okay. I can’t wait. ”*

"Alright," I said, putting the phone down and turning to my girls, who were all watching me with gleaming eyes. "We have a guest coming tonight. Let's make this house perfect."