Chapter 1: There's always a morning after
Maggie groaned and lay still with her eyes closed. She was surrounded by warm bodies, for which she would always be grateful. Abby was pressed against her left shoulder, so it must be Claire who was backed up on her right hip. Maggie took stock and realized she felt *really* good at least emotionally, if a little achy physically. Given the long and active night she had before she made it back to the dorm room, it made sense that she needed an all-over body massage.
But the girls were still asleep, and Maggie wasn’t about to wake them. She stretched her arms overhead, her muscles protesting in a satisfying way, then let them drop back down with a soft thud against the mattress. The room was quiet except for the steady hum of the air conditioner and the occasional rustle of sheets as one of her lovers shifted in their sleep.
Maggie turned her head slightly, peering at the clock on the nightstand. 7:30 AM. Early for a Sunday, but not *unreasonably* early. She could get up, shower, and still have time to grab coffee before the campus café got too crowded.
But the thought of moving felt like a betrayal to her body, which was still humming with the afterglow of last night’s adventures. Maggie let her head sink back into the pillow, eyes still closed, and let the memories drift in.
The bar had been loud, the kind of loud that made you feel alive instead of exhausted. Neon lights flickered against the dark wood of the walls, casting everything in a hazy, electric glow. She remembered the way the bass had thrummed through her chest, the way the crowd had moved like a single, pulsing organism. She silently cataloged the men and women who had fucked her, including Judy. Then she caught herself grinning and reliving the pleasure.
Abby's hand moved and cupped Maggie's naked pussy. Maggie slowly opened her eyes and saw Abby looking up at her from Maggie's own shoulder. With one hand, Abby put a finger over her lips, indicating silence, while the other hand began a slow working of Maggie's pleasantly vibrating sex. Maggie bit her lip to keep from moaning.
Abby winked at Maggie, then turned her head to watch her own fingers at play with Maggie's folds. Maggie smiled evilly and opened her mouth slightly, pulling Abby's finger into the warm recesses of her mouth and sucking it hard. Abby's eyes shifted to Maggie's face, and Maggie took Abby's hand in her own and began fucking herself with Abby's fingers. Maggie smiled evilly at Abby, then concentrated on the sensations around her mouth and cunt.
She felt Abby's fingers slide in and out of her, slick and warm, and she worked her own tongue around Abby's finger, sucking it hard. Abby's breath hitched, and Maggie could feel the tension in her body as she tried to stay quiet. Claire was still asleep, her back pressed against Maggie, and Maggie didn't want to wake her.
Maggie let her head fall back onto the pillow, her eyes closing as she focused on the pleasure building between her legs. Abby’s fingers moved in slow, deliberate circles, guided by Maggie's own hand, pushing Abby's fingers deeper and deeper into her juicy cunt.
Maggie and Abby, each juniors at the university, were so much more experienced than the average 20 year-old girl, mostly because of their explorations together. Claire was a new companion, also a junior, but she was practically a virgin, though willing to learn everything they wanted to teach her. Maggie had been the same way before Abby took her under her wing. Now Maggie was the one who taught others, and she loved it.
Maggie felt Abby's fingers slow their pace, teasing her now, and she knew what Abby wanted. She wanted Maggie to beg. Maggie opened her eyes and looked at Abby, who was watching her with a mischievous grin. Maggie knew Abby was waiting for her to say something, but she wasn't going to give in that easily. She bit her lower lip and arched her back slightly, pressing her hips into Abby's hand.
Abby let out a soft, breathy laugh, her fingers stilling completely. "You're so stubborn," she whispered, her voice barely audible.
Maggie smirked, her hips still rocking ever so slightly against Abby’s fingers. "I’m not stubborn," she murmured back, her voice thick with teasing. "I’m just... selective." Abby rolled her eyes but didn’t pull away. Instead, her fingers curled slightly, pressing deeper, and Maggie’s breath hitched. She bit down harder on her lip, her fingers tightening around Abby’s wrist, urging her to keep going. "Fine," Abby whispered, her lips curling into a smirk. "But you’re going to pay for this later." Maggie’s eyes flicked to Claire, still fast asleep beside them, and she let out a soft, breathy laugh. "Deal," she whispered back.
Claire rolled over and looked between the two of them. "You can stop whispering now. I'm awake, and I'm horny." Claire's voice was thick with sleep, but her eyes were bright, and her lips curled into a slow, knowing smile. She stretched her arms over her head, arching her back in a way that made her breasts lift and stand out. "And you two are being *loud*."
Maggie felt a rush of heat flood her cheeks, though she knew there was no real reason to be embarrassed. Claire had originally been a rival for Leo, but Abby had used her secret ways and now Claire slept as much with the two of them as in her own bed. And she was already learning that clothes were generally an impediment in Abby and Maggie's room. And really, Claire had turned out to be a good person despite their start. And an enthusiastic lover.
Maggie used her free hand to pull Claire's mouth to her own, pushing her tongue into Claire's mouth and exploring happily. Abby continued to fuck Maggie with her fingers while her mouth descended on Maggie's nipple and the barbell that pierced it.
Maggie groaned into Claire's mouth, her hips bucking against Abby's hand as she felt the pleasure build between her legs. Claire pulled back slightly, her lips swollen and wet from Maggie's kiss, and looked between the two of them with a smirk.
"You two are *insatiable*," Claire said, her voice teasing but laced with admiration. "I don’t know how you always have the energy."
Maggie laughed breathlessly, her fingers still tangled in Claire’s hair. "Look in a mirro, Claire. You're hot, especially when you get worked up," she shot back, her voice thick with desire. "Plus, you're generally the one who can’t keep your hands off us."
Claire bit her lip, her cheeks flushing slightly. "Yeah, well... you two are *hard* to resist." She leaned in again, pressing her lips against Maggie's neck, her breath warm and teasing against Maggie's skin. "And I *like* it when you don't."
Maggie shivered, her body responding instantly to Claire's touch. She turned her head slightly, capturing Claire's mouth in another kiss, this one slower, deeper. The taste of Claire—sweet and warm—lingered on her tongue, and she let herself get lost in it for a moment.
Abby’s fingers never stopped their slow, deliberate rhythm, and Maggie could feel the tension coiling tighter in her belly.
She broke the kiss with Claire, gasping as Abby’s thumb pressed down on her clit, circling just hard enough to make her thighs tremble. "Fuck," Maggie breathed, her voice barely more than a whisper. "You’re *evil*."
Abby smirked, her dark eyes glinting with mischief. "And you *love* it."
Claire shifted closer, her hand sliding down Maggie’s stomach, her fingers brushing against Abby’s. "Can I help?" she asked, her voice soft but eager.
Maggie nodded, her breath hitching as Abby’s fingers slipped deeper inside her. "Please."
Claire didn’t hesitate.
Her fingers joined Abby’s, sliding into Maggie with practiced ease, and Maggie let out a shaky breath as the pleasure intensified. The two of them worked in perfect sync, fingers curling just right, and Maggie’s hips lifted off the bed in response. Claire’s thumb found her clit, rubbing slow, firm circles, and Maggie’s breath came in short, uneven gasps.
Abby leaned in, her lips brushing against Maggie’s ear. “You’re so fucking beautiful like this,” she murmured, her voice low and teasing. “All flushed and desperate.”
Maggie turned her head, capturing Abby’s mouth in a kiss that was messy and hungry.
Claire’s fingers never stopped moving, her other hand sliding up to tease Maggie’s nipple, rolling the barbell between her fingers until Maggie whimpered into Abby’s lips. The room was warm, the sheets tangled around their legs, and the air smelled like sweat and sex and something sweet—maybe the vanilla body spray Claire always wore.
Abby broke the kiss, her breath hot against Maggie’s neck. “You’re close,” she murmured, her voice rough with desire. “I can feel it.”
Maggie nodded, her hips moving in time with Claire’s fingers, her body coiled tight like a spring.
The pleasure was building, a slow, relentless wave, and she could feel it cresting just out of reach. She wanted to let go, to surrender to it completely, but some stubborn part of her held back—just for a moment longer.
Claire leaned over her, her lips brushing Maggie’s ear. “Let go,” she whispered, her voice soft but insistent. “We’ve got you.”
Maggie’s breath hitched. The words sent a shiver down her spine, and she felt something inside her unravel. She turned her head, capturing Claire’s mouth in a desperate kiss, her fingers tangling in Claire’s hair.
Abby’s fingers curled inside her, hitting that perfect spot, and Maggie gasped into Claire’s lips, her body trembling. The pleasure was too much—too intense, too overwhelming—and she couldn’t hold back anymore.
Claire’s tongue slid against hers, slow and teasing, as Abby’s thumb circled her clit in tight, relentless circles. Maggie’s hips bucked, her nails digging into Claire’s shoulder, and then—
Release.
Her body arched off the bed, her back arching as the orgasm ripped through her. She broke the kiss with Claire, gasping for air, her fingers tightening in Abby’s hair as she rode out the waves of pleasure.
Her body felt like it was floating, every nerve alight, and she could feel the way Abby and Claire were watching her—eyes dark with hunger, lips parted in anticipation.
When she finally collapsed back onto the mattress, boneless and trembling, Abby smirked and withdrew her fingers slowly, making Maggie shiver at the sensation. "Well," Abby said, her voice teasing, "that was *almost* worth waking up for."
Claire laughed, rolling onto her back and stretching like a cat. "Almost? *Almost*?" She reached over and swatted Abby’s arm playfully. "You’re such a brat."
Maggie turned her head, still catching her breath, and grinned at them both.
"You're *both* brats," she managed, her voice still shaky. "But I love you for it."
Claire propped herself up on one elbow, her dark hair falling in loose waves around her face. "Oh, we *know* you love us," she said, smirking. "But you love it even more when we push you."
Maggie laughed, feeling the last of the tension drain from her body. "Yeah, yeah," she murmured, stretching her arms overhead. "I'm not arguing."
Abby sat up, her bare shoulders gleaming in the soft morning light filtering through the blinds.
She stretched her arms overhead with a satisfied sigh, her body moving with the easy confidence of someone who had long since shed any self-consciousness about nudity. "Alright, lazybones," she said, nudging Maggie's hip with her foot. "We've got a *very* important decision to make."
Maggie groaned, rolling onto her side to face Abby. "Do we *have* to decide anything right now?" she asked, her voice muffled against the pillow. "Can't we just stay in bed all day?"
Claire, who had been quietly watching the exchange with an amused expression, propped herself up on her elbows.
Abby sighed. “Maggie-moo, did you forget? We have a special treat in store for Claire today…”. Maggie thought about it and then suddenly remembered. “Oh, right. Silly me. So what’s the important decision?” Maggie asked, her voice still thick with sleep and satisfaction. She stretched again, her back arching slightly, and Claire’s eyes lingered on the way her body moved.
Maggie caught the look and smirked, rolling onto her back and letting her legs fall open just a little wider. "You're staring," she said, her voice teasing.
Claire’s cheeks flushed, but she didn’t look away. "Can you blame me?" she asked, her voice low. "You two are *dangerous*."
Maggie reached up and tugged Claire into her arms, pressing a slow kiss to her mouth. "You know, little girl, we really have hours and it's a lovely Sunday morning. Maybe you can convince Abby to give you a couple of hours to...play?" she murmured against Claire's lips.
Claire's breath hitched, and Maggie could feel her pulse racing where their bodies pressed together. "I... I don't know if I can handle *hours* of you two," Claire admitted, but her voice was thick with desire, not hesitation.
Abby laughed, rolling onto her side to face them both. "Oh, Claire, you say that like you haven't done it already," she said, her fingers tracing idle patterns on Maggie's thigh. "You are such a tease."
Maggie felt Claire shiver against her, and she couldn't help but grin. She loved this - the way Claire's body responded to even the slightest touch, the way her breath hitched when Abby's fingers trailed up her thigh. It was like watching a flower slowly open under the sun, and Maggie was more than happy to be the warmth that coaxed Claire into bloom.
She turned her head to look at Abby, raising an eyebrow. "You know, we *did* promise her something special today," Maggie murmured, her voice low and teasing. "But we'll get to that later, right?" Abby nodded. "Right. I wouldn't miss *that* for the world." Abby's voice was thick with promise, and Maggie felt Claire's body tense against hers.
Maggie leaned in and pressed her lips to Claire's ear. "You're going to love it," she whispered, her breath warm against Claire's skin. "We're going to take such good care of you." Claire's eyes fluttered closed, and Maggie could feel the way her body trembled with anticipation.
Abby slid off the bed, her bare feet padding softly against the carpet. "First things first," she said, grabbing her robe from the back of the door. "Coffee.
*Now.*" Abby declared, tying the sash of her robe with a decisive tug. "If we're going to have the energy for what comes next, we need caffeine. And possibly pancakes."
Maggie groaned but pushed herself up onto her elbows. The sheets were tangled around her legs, and her body still hummed with the afterglow of their morning activities. "You're evil," she said, but there was no real heat in her voice. "I was perfectly happy staying in bed."
Claire stretched like a cat beside her, her bare skin glowing in the morning light. "I could eat," she admitted, her voice still thick with sleep.
“Coffee and pancakes sound like a religious experience,” Maggie said, unfolding herself from the sheets. The cool air of the room hit her bare skin, raising goosebumps. She stretched, feeling the pleasant pull of well-used muscles.
The bathroom was still steamy from someone’s earlier shower. Abby turned the water on, testing the temperature with her hand before stepping under the spray. “Coming in?” she called over the sound of the water.
It wasn’t a question, really. Claire followed first, then Maggie, the three of them fitting together in the cramped stall with practiced ease. The water was almost too hot, turning their skin pink. Abby shampooed Claire’s hair, her fingers working in slow, firm circles against Claire’s scalp until Claire’s eyes drifted shut with a soft sigh. Maggie took the soap, lathering her hands and running them over Abby’s back, down the curve of her spine. It was less about arousal now and more about the simple, comfortable intimacy of it. The ease of shared space and warm water.
They toweled off in the humid room, the mirrors fogged over, then returned to the dorm room. Abby rummaged in her drawer, throwing a pair of Maggie’s black leggings and a loose grey sweatshirt onto her bed. “Comfy,” she declared for herself.
But for Claire, she went to Maggie’s closet. She pulled out a simple, royal blue tennis dress. It was made of a thin, soft cotton blend, with a tank top and a low neck that left little to the imagination. She held it up. “This.”
Claire took it, running her thumb over the material. “It’s… snug.”
“That’s the point,” Maggie said, pulling her own jeans on. Claire blinked, looking from the Maggie to the skirt. “Okay,” she said slowly, a flicker of understanding in her eyes. “But it’s… kind of thin. And the skirt is short.” Abby grinned, pulling a fresh pair of panties from her drawer. She put them on herself, then looked pointedly at Claire. “You won’t be needing any.” The air in the room shifted. Claire’s breath caught, just a little. She looked at the clothes in her hands, then at Maggie, who was watching her with a soft, encouraging smile.
“It’s part of the day,” Maggie said, her voice low. “The feeling. Knowing.”
Claire held Maggie’s gaze for a long moment. Then, without a word, she dropped her towel. She stepped into the dress, pulling it up over her hips. It was thin, the material clinging to every curve, leaving nothing to the imagination. Then she pulled t he straps over her shoulders. The one-piece dress hugged her tightly, the hem brushing high on her thighs. She stood before them, running her hands down her sides, as if trying to smooth the fabric that was already perfectly smooth.
“How does it feel?” Abby asked, her head tilted. Claire took a breath. “It feels… every movement. The air. Everything.” She looked down at herself. “I feel… naked. Even though I’m not.”
Abby walked over and took Claire’s hands, pulling them away from her sides. “You look incredible,” she said, her voice earnest. “Now, boots.”
A few minutes later, they were walking across campus. The Sunday morning was crisp and bright, the sky a clear, pale blue. Every step Claire took was a tiny revelation. The soft friction of the skirt against her thighs. The whisper of the cool autumn air against the thin fabric of the top. A slight breeze found its way between her legs, and she flushed, her steps faltering for a second.
Maggie linked an arm with hers, pulling her close. “You okay?”
Claire nodded, swallowing. “It’s just… intense.”
“Good intense?” Abby asked from her other side, a playful smirk on her lips.
Claire looked straight ahead, a shy smile touching her lips. “Yeah,” she whispered. “Good intense.”
The diner was a ten-minute walk off-campus, a retro place with chrome trim and red vinyl booths. The bell above the door jingled as they entered, the smell of frying bacon and coffee enveloping them. A few early risers and post-party stragglers glanced up as they slid into a corner booth.
Claire felt hyper-aware of the cool vinyl against the back of her thighs as she sat down. Of the way the skirt rode up. She shifted slightly, the sensation direct and undeniable.
A waitress with tired eyes and a name tag that read “Dottie” brought menus and poured coffee without asking. Claire wrapped her hands around the heavy ceramic mug, the heat a grounding counterpoint to the cool sensitivity between her legs.
Abby scanned the menu. “I’m thinking the strawberry waffle. With extra whipped cream.”
“Patty melt for me,” Maggie said, closing her menu. “Double hash browns. Smothered.”
Dottie looked at Claire, her pencil poised. Claire realized she hadn’t even opened her menu. Her mind was a fuzzy static of sensation. “Just… pancakes. And bacon. Please.”
“You got it, sweetheart.” Dottie scribbled and walked away.
When she was gone, Abby leaned forward, her voice a conspiratorial murmur. “So. How’s the awareness level?”
Claire took a sip of coffee, letting the bitter liquid anchor her. She met Abby’s gaze, then Maggie’s. A slow smile spread across her face, born of a secret she carried right there in the open, under a short royal blue skirt.
“It’s all I can think about,” she admitted, her voice low and honest.
Maggie reached under the table and found Claire’s knee. She gave it a gentle, reassuring squeeze. “That’s the idea,” she said softly. “Now, eat. You’ll need your strength.” Abby reached over and began to massage high on Claire's thigh, her hand mostly under the skirt. Claire groaned softly. "But Abs. Can't everyone see what you're doing?" Abby shrugged and kept massaging Claire. "Probably not. It would take a really strange angle since you are on the far side of the table." Abby turned and winked at Claire. "And if they can, who cares? The question is, 'does it feel good?'" Abby said, her fingers still working slow circles on Claire's inner thigh. "They're just jealous they can't be here with us."
Maggie watched Claire's face carefully. The way her breath hitched when Abby's fingers brushed higher, the way her lips parted slightly. She knew that look—the one that said Claire was caught between wanting to be good and wanting to be very, very bad.
The food arrived in a clatter of plates and silverware. Dottie slid their meals across the table with practiced efficiency, her eyes flicking between them with the practiced indifference of someone who'd seen everything in this town.
"Anything else, ladies?" she asked, already turning away.
Abby reached out and grabbed her wrist, her grip gentle but firm. "Actually, Dottie, could we get some extra syrup? And maybe a few more napkins?" She flashed her most charming smile. "We're kind of messy eaters."
Dottie rolled her eyes but nodded. "I'll be right back."
The moment she was gone, Abby turned back to Claire, her fingers sliding higher under the table. Claire's breath hitched, her thighs pressing together instinctively. "Abby," she whispered, her voice tight with both protest and desire. "We're in public."
Maggie smirked, cutting into her patty melt. The melted cheese stretched between the bread, and she took a bite, savoring the rich, savory flavor. She watched Claire squirm slightly in her seat, her fingers tightening around her fork. The way the blue dress clung to her curves was *distracting*, but Maggie didn’t mind. The way Claire’s breath hitched when Abby’s fingers brushed higher under the table was even more distracting.
Abby leaned back, her fingers still working slow circles on Claire’s inner thigh. "Relax, Claire-bear," she murmured, her voice low and teasing. "No one’s looking. And if they *were*, they’d just be jealous."
Claire let out a shaky breath, her cheeks flushed. She glanced around the diner again, but no one seemed to be paying them any attention. A group of frat boys in the corner were too busy laughing over their plates of eggs and bacon, and the old couple near the window were absorbed in their own conversation. Still, the idea that someone *could* be watching made Claire’s pulse quicken.
Maggie reached across the table and touched Claire’s hand lightly. “You’re doing great,” she said, her voice warm and encouraging. “Just focus on how good it feels.”
Claire nodded, her fingers curling around Maggie’s. She took a deep breath and let it out slowly, trying to steady herself.
The air was thick with the scent of coffee and bacon, but beneath it all, she could smell the faint, intoxicating musk of her own arousal—something she was acutely aware of in this thin, clinging dress. The sensation of Abby’s fingers tracing slow, deliberate patterns on her inner thigh was maddening, and she could feel the heat building between her legs.
Claire shifted slightly in her seat, pressing her thighs together just a little tighter. The friction of the dress against her skin was almost unbearable, and she could feel herself growing wetter by the second.
Dottie came back by the table and deposited a bottle of syrup, some napkins, and a wet rag. She looked from Claire to Abby, then back to Claire. "The wet cloth is in case someone ends up with *really* sticky fingers." She winked broadly and went to look after some other customers.
Claire let out a slow breath and looked at Maggie. "I think she knows," Claire said. Her voice was quiet, but there was a hint of excitement in it. Maggie grinned and leaned in closer. "Maybe she does," she said, her voice low and teasing. "But does it matter?" She reached under the table and found Claire's other thigh, her fingers tracing light patterns just above the knee. Claire shivered, her breath catching in her throat.
Abby smirked and poured a generous amount of syrup over her waffle, the sticky liquid pooling on the plate. "Eat up, Claire," she said, her voice playful.
"You're going to need the energy." Claire hesitated, her fork hovering over her pancakes. The warmth of Abby's fingers on her thigh was making it hard to concentrate on anything else. But the scent of the syrup and the way Maggie was watching her with that knowing smile made her stomach growl. She took a bite, the sweetness of the maple syrup spreading across her tongue. It was good—really good—but the way Abby's fingers were tracing slow, teasing circles on her inner thigh made it hard to focus on the food.
Maggie reached across the table and wiped a smudge of syrup from the corner of Claire's mouth with her thumb.
The gesture was simple, almost absentminded, but the way Claire's lips parted slightly at the touch sent a jolt of electricity through Maggie's body. "You've got a little..." Maggie murmured, her voice low and teasing.
Claire's tongue darted out, catching Maggie's thumb before she could pull away. The contact was brief but deliberate, and Maggie felt her breath catch in her throat. Abby's fingers stilled on Claire's thigh, and Maggie could see the way her roommate's eyes darkened with interest.
"Careful, Claire," Abby warned, her voice a low purr. "You're playing with fire."
Claire smirked, her confidence growing with each passing moment.
She licked her lips slowly, her tongue tracing the same path where Maggie’s thumb had just been. "Maybe I *want* to play with fire," she murmured, her voice thick with suggestion.
Maggie’s breath hitched, and she glanced at Abby, who was watching them both with a knowing smirk. The air between them crackled with tension, the kind that made the back of Maggie’s neck prickle.
Abby leaned back in the booth, stretching her arms overhead in a way that made her tank top ride up just enough to reveal a hint of toned stomach. "Well, Claire," she said, her voice dripping with amusement.
"I think you just earned yourself a *very* special reward later."
Claire's cheeks flushed, but she didn't look away. Instead, she took another deliberate bite of her pancakes, her eyes locked onto Maggie's as she chewed slowly. The syrup glistened on her lips, and Maggie found herself staring, mesmerized by the way Claire's tongue darted out to catch a stray drop. Then Claire turned to Abby and made sure she watched as Claire slowly licked her lips again. Abby's eyes went wide and dark, and Claire laughed hard out loud. Abby snickered and kissed Claire's cheek wetly. "Oh, you're definitely ready for what we've got planned for you today," Abby said, her voice husky with promise.
The three of them settled into easy banter and conversation, laughing so brightly that it brought the attention that Claire had originally feared, but she discovered that she really didn't care. She was among friends who looked after her and their joy was infectious. Claire didn't care who knew the happiness she was feeling.
She leaned back in the booth, her body still humming with the afterglow of Abby's teasing touches and the thrill of being so deliciously exposed. The diner's chatter faded into a pleasant background noise as she focused on the warmth of her friends beside her.
Maggie reached across the table and stole a piece of bacon from Claire's plate, her fingers brushing against Claire's hand in a way that sent a little shiver down Claire's spine. "You're *glowing*," Maggie said, her voice low and teasing. "It's a good look on you."
Claire laughed, the sound bright and unguarded.
"I feel like I’m glowing," she admitted, her fingers tracing the rim of her coffee cup. The ceramic was warm against her skin, grounding her in the moment. "I don’t think I’ve ever felt this… alive."
Abby grinned, her dark eyes sparkling with mischief. "That’s the point, isn’t it?" She leaned forward, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "To make you feel *everything*."
Maggie nodded, her gaze flicking between Claire and Abby. There was something about the way they were looking at her that made her pulse quicken and her eyes grow large and dark with hunger.
Claire took a slow sip of her coffee, the bitter liquid grounding her as she tried to process the whirlwind of emotions coursing through her. She had never felt so seen before. So *wanted*.
The bell above the diner door jingled, and a group of guys from the lacrosse team stumbled in, their laughter loud and boisterous. Claire tensed instinctively, her fingers tightening around her coffee cup. She had gone to high school with a few of them, and the memories of their teasing still stung.
Abby noticed immediately. She reached under the table and squeezed Claire’s knee, her touch firm and reassuring.
"Breathe," Abby murmured, her voice low and steady. "You're fucking gorgeous, and I do mean *fucking*. And they have no idea how good you taste."
Claire burst out in laughter at Abby's filthy words, her fingers unclenching from the coffee cup. She looked at Abby, then at Maggie, and felt the tension in her shoulders ease. The lacrosse players were loud, their voices carrying across the diner, but they weren’t looking at their table. They were too busy arguing over who owed who money from last night’s poker game.
Maggie leaned in, her voice a soft murmur. "You’re safe with us," she said, her hand covering Claire’s where it rested on the table. "Always."
Claire nodded, her throat tight with emotion.
She looked down at her plate, suddenly hyper-aware of the way her dress clung to her skin, the way the air moved against her bare thighs. The lacrosse guys were still loud, but their voices no longer felt like a threat. They were just background noise—irrelevant.
Abby's fingers traced slow circles on Claire's inner thigh, and Claire let out a shaky breath. "You're sure no one can see?" she whispered, her voice barely audible over the diner's hum.
Maggie smirked, her eyes flicking to the lacrosse table. "They're too busy being idiots," she said, her voice low. Then Maggie suddenly set aside her napkin. "In fact, let's go. We've got an exciting day. Maggie put a wad of bills on the table and stood. When Claire and Abby joined her and they headed for the door, the two tables of men went silent, suddenly noticing what they had missed out on in. The silence was almost more embarrassing to Claire than the possibility of being noticed. And as soon as they were outside the door, the three women were hugging each other and making their way further downtown.