A Little Pick-Me-Up

Rocky watched his phone, thumb hovering over the screen as the bad news sank in. The woman he and Olivia had set up with Robin had just canceled. Minutes before they were supposed to leave. Robin stood in the bedroom doorway holding her coat. Her expression went blank, then tightened. “She’s not coming.” The words sat heavy in the room. Rocky passed the phone to Olivia. She read the message and closed her eyes for a beat. “I’m sorry,” Olivia said, stepping close. “We thought it would go better than this.” Robin let the coat slip from her shoulders. “I knew something would go wrong. It always does.” Rocky slipped an arm around her waist. He could feel her breathing quicken. Olivia took Robin’s hand and pressed a kiss to the inside of her wrist. The gesture was small but clear. They weren’t looking for words that would fix the night. They were offering something else. “We can still make you feel good,” Rocky murmured. “The three of us. If you want.” Robin looked from one face to the other. She hesitated only long enough to be sure she’d heard them right. Then she nodded. Clothing came off without ceremony. Olivia pulled Robin’s dress over her head; Rocky freed her bra in the same quick motion. Hands found warm skin, mouths found necks, nipples, the soft underside of a breast. Robin let her head tip back and allowed herself to be steered toward the bed, one hand buried in Olivia’s hair, the other gripping Rocky’s forearm as if he might keep her steady while everything else slipped away. They laid her down together. Olivia kissed down the length of Robin’s stomach and parted her thighs. Her tongue traced slow, deliberate strokes over her clit while Rocky settled beside them, rolling his fingers across Robin’s nipple, pinching just enough to make her gasp. The wet sound of Olivia’s mouth grew louder as she pressed two fingers inside, moving them in steady rhythm. Robin’s hips rose to meet each thrust. Her breathing broke into short, sharp sounds. Rocky slid down to join Olivia. He kissed the inside of Robin’s knee, then took the other side. Two tongues now worked at her; one circling her clit, the other licking along her entrance and tasting what Olivia’s fingers drew out. Robin’s hand clutched at Rocky’s hair, her thighs shaking, her voice low and urgent: “Don’t stop.” When she came, it was sudden and hard, hips lifting clean off the bed. Olivia pressed her mouth tight against her and kept sucking through every pulse. Robin shook. Her eyes closed. The tension that had gripped her all evening finally let go.