Rosie

This evening has certainly taken an unexpected turn. Sure, you've fantasized about Rosie plenty of times over the past six months and you were secretly hoping that going out for drinks this evening could lead to sex with her, but you didn't expect it to actually happen.

"So, Dave, are you going to make my best friend happy tonight?" Ivy asks, seeing from the look in your eyes that you've reached a decision.

"I would love to," you respond with only a little hesitation.

A curious mixture of disappointment and gladness comes over her face, but gradually the disappointment fades. "Good choice. She deserves it."

A moment later, Rosie comes back to the booth and slides in next to Ivy.

"Sorry I took so long. I hope you two found plenty to talk about," she says casually.

"He was just asking questions about you. Don't worry, I told him all good things," Ivy responds with a wink.

It may just be your imagination, but you think you see Rosie's eyebrows raise almost imperceptibly and her cheeks flush to a slightly darker shade of pink than can be explained by the ****. The three of you continue making light conversation, but now when Rosie looks at you, there's something different in her eyes. Maybe what Ivy told you is playing tricks on your mind, but there's something lurking behind those cheerful blue eyes. A desire, a hunger peaks out from behind her mask of innocence.

Rosie's and Ivy's apartment is only a couple of blocks away, so you offer to walk them home. After finishing the last round and paying the tab for the three of you, you find yourself walking briskly in the cold night air with your arms around the waists of both women who huddle up on either side of you for warmth. You suspect Rosie is using it as an excuse to get closer while still appearing innocent, but Ivy looks genuinely cold.

"The f-f-fuck was I th-th-thinking wearing a mini dress? My balls are f-f-freezing off!" stammers Ivy, shivering against your chest.

Finally, you reach their apartment. As Ivy rushes to the door and fumbles with the key, you start to wonder if Rosie is going to actually invite you in.

"Well, I guess I better walk back to my car. I had a lovely time with both of you tonight," you say, hoping she'll respond with an invitation.

"Thank you so much for walking us all the way here, Dave. Would you like..."

"It's too cold for this. Everybody inside," a freezing and irritated Ivy interrupts, shoving both of you inside the apartment and slamming the door behind you. Spinning you around to face her, she kisses you fully but briefly on the lips. "Thanks for the drinks. I had a great time," she says to you before walking off in the direction of what you assume is her bedroom. "Now if you two don't mind, I'm going to check my dick for frostbite. Then I'm going to take a hot bath, jack off to some porn, and pass the fuck out," she announces, her volume increasing as she walks away from you and disappears into her room.

"...okay, goodnight," Rosie says to the now closed door to Ivy's bedroom a moment later.

Here you are, alone with Rosie, standing in the living room of her apartment. She looks up at you, the desire in her eyes no longer hiding from your view. Her lips part, drawing in a breath and quivering slightly before asking, "So, Dave, where should we begin?"