"Hi, Soph!" Jess chirped.

"Hello, Jessie," Sophia said, sitting down in the chair across from the couch. "Welcome home. Now, do you mind telling me why you’re sitting in my fiancé’s lap kissing him?"

"I’m trying to get him into bed," she giggled.

"Oh, that did not help," Warren moaned.

Sophia’s mind boggled. She was prepared to believe she had walked into something innocent—until Jessie said that. "You’re trying to get Warren into bed," Sophia said. "What about Crash?"

"We broke up," Jessica said. "For good. It’s over." She climbed out of Warren’s lap and sat next to him on the couch. "This has been building for some time."

"So, you’ve lost your boyfriend, so you’re going to try to make time with mine?" Sophia blurted. Then she turned to Warren and said, "GodDAMN you! How could you do this to me?"

"Wait a minute, Sophie," Jessie said, "Warren didn’t do a damn thing. He’s been trying to fight me off. I’m not making it easy for him."

"I could’ve fought you off harder," Warren admitted. "I was trying not to hurt her," he said to Sophia.

"Why would fighting her off hurt her?" Sophia asked.

"Because I’m in love with him," Jessica said quietly. "And he can’t hurt me because he’s in love with me."

"Oh, that didn’t help either," Warren moaned.

"What?" Sophia croaked out. Her eyes were wide open, and her bottom lip was trembling. "You love each other?" She looked back and forth between them. "So, what’s this mean? That’s it? Warren, you’re going to leave me for my best friend?"

"Not in a million years," Warren said.

"He’s not leaving you. Not a chance. Not going to happen, and I wouldn’t let it," Jessie added.

"I don’t get it," Sophia said, the tears starting to drip down her cheeks.

When Jessie saw the tears rolling down Sophia’s face, she realized something. "Dammit. You’re right, Warren, I fucking blew this. Sophie, you don’t get it because I fucked up." She took a deep breath. "Sophie, Warren loves me—but not like he loves you. I know that. I accept that. But I do love him, completely—and I love you, too. I wasn’t trying to take him away from you. I was just trying to, I don’t know, be with him, occasionally, for a while." Jessie sniffled in her own tears. "Not forever. Not all the time. Just once in a while. And just until I find someone of my own who can treat me the way Warren does." She sniffled again. "And it was selfish and stupid and greedy and thoughtless. And I’m sorry." She stood up from the couch. "I won’t bother you two again." And she headed for the door.

"Jess, wait!" Sophia yelled. "Stop. Don’t go."

"I think it’s best that I do," Jessie said sadly.

"Jessica. SIT," Sophia demanded, pointing to the bed. Jessie did. Sophia stood up. "Wait right here. Nobody move. I’ll be right back." She left the apartment.

"What the hell is she doing?" Warren asked.

"I don’t know," Jessica said. "Maybe I should leave now, while she’s not here."

"I have a funny feeling that if you leave you’ll be in bigger trouble with her," Warren smirked.

"Well, unless she’s gone upstairs to get a meat cleaver to chop off my head," Jessie said.

"My dick, more like it," Warren said.

"Nah. She needs that. Well, I suppose she could chop off your dick as long as she left you your tongue."

Warren laughed. "Jess, you’re incorrigible."

"Of course I am."

Just then, Sophia came back in. "OK. I just went upstairs to check with Mom. Betsy’s all set, she’s napping, Mom’s got her, we won’t be bothered for a few hours." She locked the door.

"Warren, she doesn’t have any sharp objects in her hand," Jessie said. "That’s a good sign."

"Huh?" Sophia asked.

"I figured you went to get the meat cleaver to chop off my head," Jessie said.

"Not hardly," Sophia grinned. "Come here, Snugglebear," she said, pulling Warren off the couch. She wrapped him in a long, sweet, gentle kiss. Then she dragged him over to the bed by his hand, and gently pushed him so he ended up sitting on the bed next to Jess. Looking very satisfied with herself, she sauntered back over to the couch and sat on it.

"Well?" she said.

Warren and Jessie just looked at her blankly.

"Jess, you got him in bed. You gonna do something about it?"

"Huh?" Jessie said.

"You heard what I said." Her expression got a little harder. "Listen to me. This only ever happens when I’m here. This never happens behind my back. Do you understand me, Jessica Reidel?"

"Yes, ma’am," Jessie said contritely.

"That’s why I was pissed." She smiled. "All you ever had to do was ask." Warren looked at her in amazement. "Why so surprised, Snugglebear? We’ve done this before."

"We’ve had fun diversions before, not quite the same thing," he said, not wanting to say the rest.

"Ah," Sophia said, understanding. "You thought I’d be mad because she loves you. And you love her." Sophia looked at him. "You forget something. I love both of you, too. Warren, she’s my best friend. The only cure for what ails her is you." She took a deep breath. "I can live with that. There’s enough love in this room to go around, you know."

"Sophia, you’re incredible," Warren said.

"I know," she grinned. "Well?" she said to him, gesturing at them on the bed. "Did you forget how? Jeez, Warren, it’s only been a few weeks." Jessie looked at her in surprise. A few weeks, for those two? "Yeah, we haven’t had sex for a few weeks. Between training and Betsy running me ragged, I’ve been beat to hell. She’s still waking up at all hours of the night, and, since I’m breastfeeding, it’s all up to me. And Warren’s been very understanding, but he’s also very horny. So, Jess, you had better take care of him, too! Now, get going! I’m going to count to ten and by the time I get done, I’d better at least be seeing some kissing!"

"And what are you going to be doing over there?" Jessie smirked.

"Watching. At the very least," Sophia grinned. Jessie grinned back, turned to Warren, leaned in—and then they kissed. Then they really kissed, sprawled on the bed.

Sophia sat back on the couch with a big smile on her face. She’d watch Warren make love with someone else before—Jessie herself, and also Alexa. The only thing that bothered her was, back then, she was more of an active participant. But she knew Jessie wasn’t at all into girls, and there was no Jason to divert her this time. So, she watched.

Jessie was completely beside herself—both with a few months of accumulated lust, and with the sheer euphoria of being in bed with a man she thought she’d never be able to have again. They kissed, furiously, rolling around on the bed, lips caressing each other while their tongues danced. Warren reached his hand for Jessie’s boob.

"Hmm," he said, breaking the kiss. "You’ve grown in the past three years."

Jessie laughed delightedly. "Well, I’m about 15 pounds heavier than the last time you had me in a compromising position. Luckily, it all went to my tits and ass."

"Good," Warren laughed, and leaned in to kiss her again, his hand on her tit through her shirt and bra. Then he lifted her shirt from the bottom, and pulled it up over her head, only breaking the kiss long enough to get it off. Then, her bra was off. His hand descended back onto her boob. She moaned into his mouth.

He cupped her boob, and ran his fingers over her nipple, which quickly stiffened for him. "Oh, God, Warren, you’re so gentle it’s driving me crazy!" she moaned. He grinned at her, then lowered his mouth to her boob. He surrounded the erect nipple with his mouth, and gently sucked on it.

Jessie went berserk. Her eyes closed, a flush spread from her breasts up to her face. She had one hand snaked in Warren’s hair, the other was fisting open and closed by her side. "Oh God. Oh, God, it’s like a feather. Oh…," she moaned. Her hips rose and fell. "Warren, my pants…please…my pants," she gasped. Warren got the message, and quickly undid the button and zipper on her jeans, and slipped them off her, her panties going with them. She raised her hips to help. He never lost contact with her breast.

"Oh, please, Warren, touch me," she gasped. He put his hand down between her legs, and couldn’t believe how wet she was! He covered his finger with her juices, and then moved up to her clit, swiping it lightly with his fingertip. "OH FUCK!" she howled. She grabbed his hair with her hand, and practically tore the sheets with her other hand, and he kept up the light pressure on her tit with his mouth and her clit with his hand. In mere seconds, she was stiffening beneath him, her head thrashing from side to side, a deep moan coming from her lips.

"Oh my FUCK," she said. "I can’t remember the last time I had a cum like that! From just that? Oh my." Warren just grinned at her. "That was incredible. It was so light! I’ve never felt anything like that." She grinned at him and pointed down past the end of the bed, to the couch. "Did that chick sitting over on the couch playing with herself teach you that one?"

Warren looked behind him, and saw Sophia sitting on the couch, her pants and panties down by her ankles, her legs spread, and her hand in between them. She grinned sheepishly and blushed at the same time. "No," Warren said, "actually, she usually likes rougher titty play than that. I just had a funny feeling about you, though."

"Good guess," Jess giggled. "I’m glad she’s enjoying herself, too," she grinned, pointing at Sophia.

"Not yet," Sophia said from the couch. "Only one person in this room has cum so far."

"Well, I think she needs more of a show, eh?" Jessie laughed. She reached for Warren’s belt buckle as he pulled his shirt over his head. Quickly, she had his pants and underwear off. She pushed him back onto the bed, crawled between his legs, and slurped his cock into her mouth.

Warren had gotten a blowjob from Jessie that time in the cabin, but it wasn’t like this. That blowjob back then was fast and furious and almost desperate. This wasn’t. Jessie still got a firm grip on Warren’s dick with her mouth but she wasn’t trying to tear the skin off. And her hands were running up and down his chest and legs as she made love to his dick with her mouth.

Warren was getting close, Jessie knew it. She stopped for a minute, and said, "Hey, does Sophie like cum? In her mouth, I mean."

"Sophie likes cum in her mouth a whole lot," Sophie giggled from behind them.

"Good. That makes two of us," Jess said. Just then, Jess had an impulse. She knew Sophia hadn’t cum yet—Jess would’ve heard her. She also was feeling very grateful that Sophia had allowed her to do this. And, she was feeling wild and just a little bit kinky.

She increased her pressure on Warren’s dick. It didn’t take long, and he came in buckets into her mouth. She swallowed some of it, but not all. Then she went with her wild impulse.

Sophia could tell that Warren was cumming right into Jessie’s mouth. She saw Jessie swallow, and heard Warren’s grunt. She had her hands all over herself, one with two fingers curled inside her, the other rubbing her clit. She couldn’t believe how hot it had made her to watch them.

Then, Jessie jumped off the bed, and headed towards the couch. She made a waving motion to tell Sophie to keep playing with herself. Just as Sophia said, "What?" Jessie leaned over, grabbed the back of Sophia’s head, and planted her lips right over Sophie’s.

Sophia was shocked. Jessie didn’t like girls, at all! Then, Jessie’s tongue snaked its way into Sophia’s mouth. The kiss was shocking enough. A tongue kiss practically floored her. And then she realized that there was something on Jessie’s tongue, and it was now being spread all over her own tongue.

Oh, God, it was Warren’s cum. Her best friend was kissing her with her fiancé’s cum in her mouth. Part of Sophia went into complete shock—but the other part came, and hard, her fingers furiously working over her pussy as Jess shared Warren’s cum with her. Sophia howled into Jessie’s mouth.

When she was coming down, Jessie withdrew her lips from hers, and sauntered back to the bed. "There. She had one at least," Jessie said to Warren, self-satisfied. He looked at her, puzzled. "I still had your cum in my mouth."

"You didn’t!" Warren hooted.

"Oh my God yes she did," Sophia gasped. "Jess, what the hell got into you? You kissed me! You don’t like girls!"

"Yeah, but I love you," she said. "Now," she continued, "Warren, it’s your turn." She settled back onto the bed, on her back. "Eat my pussy, Warren."

"But of course," Warren said with a grin.

Sophia sat on the couch, her mind whirling. She couldn’t believe what Jessie had done. It was such a shock. It was also such a turn-on. She couldn’t believe what a turn-on it was. She sat there, watching Warren do his usual expert job of lapping at Jessie’s cunny, while in her mind replaying that cum-covered kiss. Her hands moved furiously over her pussy. Jessie was quickly bouncing up and down on the bed, as Warren did what he does best, and Sophia came again, quieter than the first one but still very nice.

Meanwhile, Jessie was having a wonderful time. If there’s one thing she missed the most about Warren—sexually, that is—it was his tongue. And his tongue was even better than she remembered. "Oh, Warren, it’s been so long since somebody did this to me!" she gasped.

"What a pity," he chuckled, and then went back to it. After a few minutes, Jessie was practically in continuous-orgasm mode, and yelling, "Oh, God, Warren, fuck me!"

"Gladly," Warren said, as he crawled out from between her legs.

Sophia, meanwhile, had gotten herself completely naked and then brought herself to a third orgasm—and, feeling pretty well satiated, got a very strange idea in her head. Warren and Jessie had put themselves on the left side of the bed, facing it from the bottom—Warren’s side, Sophia noted with satisfaction. Sophia got up out of the couch, and walked around to the other side of the bed. She climbed in, just as Warren had gotten himself into position. Jessie was on her back, legs splayed wide, as he ran his dick all up and down her pussy. Sophie got on her side, and nudged herself over so she was right next to Jessie, lying on her right side. She took her left hand and grabbed Jessie’s. She pressed her breasts into Jessie’s left arm, leaned her chin on Jess’s shoulder, and took her other hand and started stroking Jess’s hair. Just then, Warren started to inch his dick slowly into Jessie’s waiting pussy.

Jess realized both of these things almost simultaneously. She had been anticipating Warren entering her, and she hissed "Oh, I’ve waited too long for this!" as he did. But then, she realized where Sophia was. Right next to her, cuddling up to her, playing with her hair. "Oh, God, Sophie?" she said.

"Shh, Jess, it’s OK," Sophia whispered.

"Oh, God," Jess moaned. "I mean…oh GOD." Warren was entering her oh so slowly, and her pussy was clutching his dick like it was hugging a long-lost friend. When he hit bottom, Jessie sighed. Then he started moving in and out of her, slowly and deliberately.

To Jessie, it seemed like the sensitivity of her nerve endings had tripled, everywhere in her body. Not just in her pussy, where she could feel every square millimeter of Warren’s dick as it entered and exited her. No, her arm, which Sophie was cuddling, felt like it was on fire. Her hair. Sophie kissed her shoulder, and it felt like an electric shock.

Warren was making love to her—really making love to her, with gentleness and care. She was reeling. She hadn’t felt like this since—well, since the last time she was in bed with Warren. And Sophie?

Jessie never expected that. They’d been best friends since they were seven, for goodness’ sake, and the only time they’d ever touched was the odd hug. Fully clothed, of course. And not too many of those. But it felt good. It kind of made what Warren was doing to her feel that much better. Jessie opened her eyes and turned—and stared into Sophia’s.

"Oh, God, Sophie!" she murmured. She didn’t know what was happening to her. She didn’t know what she was feeling. She especially didn’t know what she was feeling when Sophie leaned over and lightly kissed her on the lips. And then did it again. Then started planting little light kisses on her lips, her cheek, her neck, her shoulder. They were light and airy and not particularly sexual. But that, combined with the sweet love she was getting from Warren, had Jessie reeling.

Sophia had seen something. She knew that the Jessie she had walked in on wasn’t the Jessie she knew. There was something wrong. Jessie was needy and desperate—and hurting. Badly, much worse than she was letting on. "It’s OK, Jess, we’re going to make it all better," she whispered.

Warren, for his part, had come to the same conclusion that Sophia had. Jess needed this, for a deeper reason than he could identify. As he slowly moved himself in and out of her, he looked at Sophia cuddling up against her—and again marveled at what an incredible person his fiancée was.

"Warren, faster, please?" Jessie moaned. Warren obliged, but not too much, just picking up the pace enough. When he did, he moved his hand up and started gently caressing Jessie’s boob, remembering what that had done to her a few minutes before. She moaned, and started bucking up to his thrusts more vigorously.

She was getting closer, when Sophia whispered in her ear, "Is Jessie going to cum?" Jessie just moaned. "Do I get to see Jessie cum?" Sophia went on.

"Oh, God, yes," Jessie moaned.

"Can I help?" Sophia asked softly. Jess opened her eyes and just looked at her hazily. "Can I help?" Sophia repeated, and then started kissing—starting on Jess’s shoulder and working her way down her chest, leaving no doubt where she was headed, giving Jess plenty of time to stop her. Jess didn’t stop her, and as Sophia gently snaked her tongue around Jessie’s nipple, Jessie screamed, "Oh, God, yes!"

It didn’t take much longer before Jessie went supernova. Her hips blasted off the mattress, her pussy slamming onto Warren’s dick. She howled. Her cheeks flushed, and she couldn’t see anything. Her hand, still entwined with Sophia’s, almost ripped Sophia’s fingers off. Her pussy spasmed wildly, clamping down hard on Warren’s dick, and bringing him over the edge with her.

Warren, not wanting to crush her, slipped down on the bed next to her—not that there was a lot of room there with Sophie on the other side of the bed, but he managed. And then he said to his barely-coherent lover, "I love you, Jessie."

From the other side of her, Sophia said, "I love you too, Jessie."

Jessie, still having little aftershocks and feeling like a wet dishrag, wasn’t able to speak. So she just grinned at them.

A little while afterwards, they were lying on the bed, cuddling. They had scootched on the bed to make room for all three of them. Jessie was in the middle.

"It’s been a long fall, actually, it really started in the summer," Jessie said. "It was towards the end of the summer that I asked Crash to hold off on sex for a while. So, obviously, I was having problems last summer with our relationship."

"What gradually became apparent to me is that, while sex was the most troubling aspect of our relationship to me, it wasn’t the whole problem. I also realized that sex was the only thing that Jason liked about our relationship. He went along with me in calling a halt to sex, but I now realize that was a ‘yes, dear’ moment. I fully believe he was not celibate when he went back to school, but that’s not really the point."

"We got together a few times this semester. I went to Northwestern or he came up to Milwaukee. And things weren’t good at all. We didn’t fight—I’d almost prefer if we did. But we didn’t talk, either. We didn’t do much of anything. It was neglect—and every time I tried to warn things up, he’d say ‘I thought we weren’t going to do that’. Jesus, I never said no kissing! Or no holding hands! But, if he wasn’t getting in my pants, he didn’t want any touching at all."

"I went to Northwestern two weeks ago, in a last-ditch effort to fix things. He wasn’t welcoming. He acted like I was a burden. When I brought up the possibility of maybe trying to jump start our sex life, then he got interested. I let him start to try, but after one lousy kiss and a couple of boob squeezes, he started ripping my clothes off. And was ready to go, right then. When I asked him to slow down and take his time, he got pissed."

"I told him I needed to be loved, and he said that he was going to do just that. I said, no, I need to be loved, not fucked, and he said that there was no difference. I tried to explain to him what I wanted, and he just said, ‘that’s just a stupid girl thing. You were never upset before, why now?’"

"I reminded him that I was upset before, back at the cabin. He thought we had gotten over that. I did, too, but he hadn’t changed. He fell back into the same old pattern, and I had changed."

"Then, he said to me that he had gone out with me in the first place because I was low-maintenance. He said if I was going to turn into one of those weepy, needy, ‘make luuuuuv to me!’ high-maintenance types, than he didn’t want to deal with it."

"So I put my clothes back on, told him he never had to deal with it ever again, and left."

"I just felt so rejected. And neglected, and used as well. So I came here. Actually, I came here looking for Sophia primarily, because I figured a good cry might help. When I found Warren here, well—I’m sorry. I lost my mind."

"No harm, no foul," Sophia said.

"Do you feel better?" Warren asked Jessie.

"Oh, you have no idea," Jessie sighed. "Thank you. Both of you."

"You’re welcome," Warren said.

"Jessie, did you mind when I, you know…." Sophia faltered.

"No. I didn’t," Jessie said. "I actually liked it, a whole lot. Imagine that." She looked up at Warren and grinned. "I’ve know this girl for 13 years. If I’d known she was that good at sucking tittie I would’ve let her do it long before this."

Everyone laughed at that, but then Warren got serious. "I have to say, the way Crash treated you makes me a little ill."

"Damn. I probably shouldn’t have said anything to you," Jessie said. "I keep forgetting you are his best friend. But, Warren, it was between us. The relationship just got too combustible."

"I still can’t believe he was that callous." Warren took a breath. "Even so, I’d prefer it if he never knew about this."

"Good plan," Jessica said. "I agree completely. Anyhow," she grinned, reaching down for Warren’s dick, "How’s this big boy recovering?" She stroked at it, and it started to become erect.

"Very well, if you keep that up," Warren grinned. "Looking for round two?"

"Nope," Jessie said. "Just getting you ready for this gorgeous thing on the other side of me. I think your Pookie needs a fuck, Warren."

"Oh, God, it’s been too long," Sophia moaned.

"See?" Jessie grinned. "Well, you are all set," Jessie said, looking down at Warren’s erect cock. "Let’s see about her." Jessie flipped over, and, to Sophia’s complete amazement, ran her finger up and down Sophia’s pussy. "Well, almost, but she needs a little help," Jessie said, and diddled Sophia’s pussy gently.

Sophie started moaning as Jessie slipped a couple fingers into her pussy. "Yep, Warren, she’s getting there. Hmm. How about this?" she said, and started lowering her mouth to Sophie’s nipple.

"Watch out, Jess. Don’t forget. She’s still lactating," Warren laughed.

"Hmmm," was all Jessie said. She lowered her mouth to Sophie’s nipple and started sucking, experimentally. Then she sucked harder. Sophia looked at her in utter shock as she felt the milk flowing out of her nipple. Jessie pulled off , said, "Yup, she’s lactating all right," and then went back to it. Sophia was actually pretty full, so this felt wonderful. She couldn’t believe it was Jessie that was doing it, though.

Warren looked at them in bemusement. "She’s remarkably enthusiastic, isn’t she?" he said to Sophia.

"Hey. I was a bottle baby," Jessie said in between sucking. "Didn’t know what I was missing."

Sophia almost started laughing, but held it in. She felt the wonderful release from her boobs and the equally wonderful caresses from Jessie up and down her pussy. She just looked at Jessie and said, "Jess. You do realize that you, the most relentlessly heterosexual girl I know, are making love to another woman, right?"

Jessie stopped sucking, and looked up, seriously. "No, I’m not. I’m making love to you. Sophia Daniels. Who I love. Body parts are almost irrelevant, not after what you and Warren just did for me." She got a wry grin on her face. "Though, I must admit, I like this whole lactating thing. Does that turn you on?"

"When you do it, it does," Sophia said. "When Warren does it, too. You know, when I feed Betsy, it’s just feeding, but when you guys do it, it is a turn-on."

"Ah," Jessie said. "Anyhow, I’m not really making love to you. I’m just working you up." She reached behind her and grabbed Warren’s cock. "OK, Prep Stud, stick this thing where it belongs."

Warren grinned, and crawled around Jessie on the bed, positioning himself in between Sophia’s legs. He lined his dick up with her pussy, and easily slid into her. Jessie went back to milking Sophia’s boobs. Warren was kneeling in front of Sophia as he pumped in and out of her, upright, so Jessie went for the other boob, the one furthest away from her, sprawling all over Sophia’s torso as she reached her mouth toward it.

Sophia was tingling all over. First of all, this was the first good fuck she’d had in a few weeks. Second of all, yes, it had been a turn-on, and a big one, when Warren had milked her. But he’d never been able to do that while he fucked her, he wasn’t enough of a contortionist for that. But, now, she was being fucked by Warren while Jessie milked her.

Jessie, of all people!

Sophia was gently running her hand up and down Jessie’s back while Jessie lovingly sucked on her breast. It was just wonderful. Sophia was building up to an orgasm, but she also felt so content.

Jessie, for her part, felt very content herself. Yes, she surprised herself with how much she was enjoying this, but she was. It was very warm and loving and intimate. As was Sophia’s hand running up and down her back. Wow, she thought, who knew when I woke up this morning that I’d spend the afternoon doing this?

Warren had kept up the pace, and Sophia was moaning and bucking underneath him. "You close, Pookie?" he asked.

"Uh-huh," she moaned.

"Look out, Jess," Warren warned, "she squirts when she cums." Jessie just giggled and kept sucking. Suddenly, Sophia howled and went over, jerking and spasming. And Jess was amazed as the first blast of milk rocketed off the back of her throat. Sophia’s other boob was spraying all over Jess’s arm and back. Jess just sucked harder, until she sensed Sophia coming down.

She pulled off and sat back up next to Sophia, grinning. "Wow, that was something! It was almost like a guy cumming in my mouth, except it tastes better," she giggled. "I’d better leave some for Betsy, though."

"You’re back’s covered in it, you know," Warren pointed out.

"Cool," Jess said. Warren just laughed. Jessie looked at him, amazed—he was still fucking Sophia, and he wasn’t even close. "Warren, you’re a stud."

"Jess, this’ll be my third, in, what, an hour and a half? Of course I’m a stud, now."

Jessie just giggled, and then sat cross-legged beside Sophia on the bed. She looked down at Sophia, who had come down off her first climax and was building up to her second.

"She’s beautiful when she’s cumming, isn’t she?" Jessie said.

"That she is. So are you, you know," Warren smiled. Just then, Sophia started howling. Jess looked down, bemused, at how much noise she made. Knowing Sophia was close, Jess bent over and started sucking on her boob again. The milk flowed into her mouth as Sophia came again.

Just then, Jessie noticed that Warren had started grunting. "Can’t hold out forever," she said, bemused.

"She’s got…ungh….great control. And she’s using it," Warren managed to get out.

"Good," Jessie giggle, sitting out, Sophia’s breast milk still on her lips. Suddenly, Sophia’s hand shot out from her side, and headed right for Jessie’s pussy. Jessie squeaked as Sophia’s fingers probed her opening, and groaned as one slipped inside. Jess looked down, and saw Sophia grinning at her.

"Oh, jeez, Sophie!" Jessie groaned, as Sophia’s finger snaked in and out of her pussy.

Sophie withdrew her hand and hissed "Kneel!" at Jessie. Jessie kneeled in front of her. Sophia’s hand went back to Jessie’s pussy, and her other hand grabbed the back of Jessie’s head and pulled her back down to her boob. Jessie gladly started milking Sophia again, as Warren pounded into Sophia. Sophie went first, howling in her climax, thrusting her fingers wildly into Jess and squirting into her mouth, which quickly brought Jess off. All this going on was too much for Warren, and he poured himself into Sophie.

15 minutes after they had stopped, still sprawled in a heap on the bed, their intercom rang.

"Sophie?" It was Ellen.

Sophie ran to the intercom. "Hi, Mom, what’s up?"

"Betsy’s awake, and she’s hungry."

"Be right up." Sophie reached for her clothes and started to throw them on.

"Do you have anything left?" Jessie giggled.

"Oh, sure," Sophia said. "I think cumming causes me to make more, or something. Besides which, the more I get out, the more I make."

"I think I like that system!" Jessie laughed.

After Sophia had come back down with Betsy, they had a little chat.

"So, what does this mean?" Jessie said.

"Well, I think it means that you’re welcome in this bed whenever you want," Sophia said. "Warren?"

"I agree. Most of the time, anyhow. If it’s been a while and Sophie’s all pent up, we might tell you to go sit on the couch and play with yourself for a while." They all laughed at that. "But, mostly, yeah."

"Especially now," Sophie said. "You’re going back to Milwaukee in a month, and for the last week of that time we’re going to be at Nationals. We won’t see you until the summer, and that’s after we get off tour. Even next year, you’ll be in Milwaukee and we’ll be in Madison. We’re not going to see much of you. So, when we do see you, I want you here with us whenever you’d like to be."

"What about people finding out?" Jessie asked.

"That’s up to you," Sophia said.

"It shouldn’t be," Jessie maintained. "If word gets out that we’re having a little menage a trois, the story in the Enquirer is going to be about the big-time skating stars, not the humble nursing student."

"True, but I’ve already had worse things written about me in the Enquirer," Sophia laughed.

"I’m worried about people figuring it out, not telling anyone," Warren said. They looked at him. "Soph, you know me. I’m a cuddler. Say we went upstairs right now and sat on the couch right in front of your mother. Say you two sat on either side of me. What do I always do in that situation, Soph?"

"You put your arm around me and cuddle," Sophie smiled.

"Right. And I’d do that to you and not to Jessie? I could do it, but it somehow doesn’t seem fair. To any of us. And you’re the same way, Soph. You’re going to be sitting next to Jessie some day and not touch her? After what just happened? It’ll be tough."

"Hmm. He’s right. I think we have to think about this," Sophia said.

"Well, my limited availability should prevent a lot of that," Jessie pointed out. "I mean, right now we only have to pull this off for three weeks, right?"

"Right," Warren said. "If we tell anyone, it should be Sophie’s mom, though, because she’s here."

"Who probably would just chuckle, shake her head, and accept it," Sophia laughed. "But I need to think about that one, too."

Jessie ended up staying the night. "To catch up, I’ll sleep on the couch," all that. Jessie didn’t sleep on the couch. After the explosions of the afternoon, their lovemaking was gentle and intermittent, but very satisfying. The three of them spent a lot of time just cuddling and talking. They went to sleep early, Jessie in the middle, all intertwined with each other.

At 2 AM, predictably, Betsy whined, waking them all up. She was hungry, but not that hungry, so, after Sophia had put her back into her crib, Sophia was still feeling full. Jess was more than glad to help out.

After she had drained Sophia completely, Sophia laughed, "You know what? If I didn’t feel like a cow before, I do now."

"Soph, if it bothers you…" Jess started.

"No, of course not," Sophia said. "I’m just kidding. Actually, it’s kind of exciting. Mooooooo."

Jessie cracked up and said, "It’s funny. I’ve always enjoyed sex, but I’ve always been pretty vanilla. I didn’t even get into BDSM, which, knowing me, should’ve been a natural, right? Nope. Jason and I tried it and it did nothing for me. Now, look at me. I finally pick up a fetish, and it’s lactation, of all things!" Warren and Sophia cracked up. "How long you going to breastfeed that kid?"

"We talked about that," Sophia said. "We were thinking about stopping now, because it really does make skating a bit more difficult. But it’s not that bad, so I decided to breastfeed until Betsy hits a year old. That way we can put her on whole milk and avoid the formula completely."

"So, you’ll still be breastfeeding when I get home for the summer?" Jessie asked. Sophia nodded. "Goody!"

"Oh, Jesus, I’m going to have to wean both of them," Sophia exclaimed.

"And something tells me Betsy’s going to be easier to wean," Warren laughed.

"You’ll have to just keep knocking her up, Warren," Jessie joked.

"No way," Sophia said. "Not for at least another three years. I am not skating pregnant ever again. We don’t even discuss this until after the next Olympics."

"I’ll just have to knock you up, Jess," Warren joked.

"Oh don’t tempt me!"

They woke up the next morning, still intertwined. They really had worn one another out the previous day and night, so they just cuddled for a while. Warren went up to fix breakfast, and brought it down for all of them.

After breakfast, they were chatting, and the phone rang.

"Hello," Warren said.

"Hey, it’s Crash. I just got in late last night."

"Hey, Crash, what’s up?" Warren said. Sophia and Jessie looked at him.

"Hey, can we get together and talk today?"

"Sure. What’s up?"

"Jessie and I broke up," Crash said. Warren didn’t say anything. "Actually, she broke up with me. I knew we were having some problems, but I didn’t think they were that bad." Warren shook his head, realizing that Crash had been pretty blind the past while.

"Yeah, I knew you broke up, Jessie told Sophia," Warren said. Well, it was true, right?

"I figured. Listen, I need your help."

"What with?"

"I need your help coming up with a plan," Crash said. "I know some things went wrong, and I made some mistakes, but I need your help. Warren, I’ve got to get her back, I’ve just got to! And I need your help doing it."

Warren just sat down in the chair, pale, holding his head.

--end of chapter---