Surprises come in twos

Sonechka and Daysie showed up at Cindy's flat with a hunch, and their friend was stretched out on the couch with a book in her lap. At first she only blinked at them, cautious, almost shy. Then the edges of her smile gave her away. She set the book down and said what she had never said out loud before: she had always wanted a woman. When her two friends moved in, her hesitation folded like paper. They started easy—fingers tracing her throat, soft kisses at the corner of her mouth—but Cindy opened for them, breath catching. Tongues met; skin warmed. Daysie slipped a hand under the hem of her dress while Sonechka teased circles over her breasts through the thin fabric. Cindy laughed, breathless, ticklish and aroused at once, hips already rocking. Soon she was bare and flushed, the cushions warm beneath her. Sonechka dipped low and licked between parted thighs while Daysie’s fingers kept up the feathery torment, tracing ribs, the insides of knees, until Cindy begged without words. She came first with a hoarse cry, legs trembling, then again when they kept her open and took turns drawing every last shiver from her.