Sparring Partners: Three in the Tub

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I looked at Kat, and then at Tamsin, and said, “Together.”

Kat didn’t smirk. She just smiled, took my face in her hands and kissed me, long and slow, in the steam. Tamsin made a small, broken sound beside us. I reached for her without looking and she came into my arms, the three of us a tangle of wet skin.

We climbed out onto the terrace, naked, freezing and hot all at once, and onto the big cushioned sun loungers under the heaters. Nobody else was around.

I undid Tamsin’s swimsuit. Her breasts were heavy and soft, nipples dark and hard with cold. Kat took one in her mouth, I took the other, and Tamsin tipped her head back with a gasp and dug her fingers into our hair.

“Please,” she whispered. “Both of you. Please.”

Kat slid down her stomach and went between her thighs. I kissed Tamsin’s mouth, tasting champagne, while Kat’s tongue worked her. When Tamsin came, with her glasses knocked off and her legs shaking, she cried out my name and Kat’s together.

Then Kat reached for me. I sat on her face, Tamsin’s mouth on my nipples, Tamsin’s hand sliding down to rub my clit, and I came so hard I nearly fell off the lounger. Then it was Kat’s turn, mine and Tamsin’s tongues and fingers, her thighs shaking, the swallows on her arm taut as she grabbed the cushions.

We lay there afterwards under the heaters, steaming, breathless.

“Monday,” Tamsin said, putting her glasses back on, “is going to be very awkward.”

“Very,” I agreed, and kissed her.

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