Author's note: Big thank you to fellow Lit author and friend aimingtomisbehave33 for his continued support and feedback. Thanks to you, reader, for being here -- hope the wait was worth it.
Previously in the series: Brad slept with Elise, an old flame. After initially turning Kevin down, Taylor agreed to go out for drinks after telling Brad she wanted an open relationship. Taylor went out with college roommate Annie and the newly returned Kate, only to bring back Kate to her apartment and have her first lesbian experience.
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Chapter VII -- The Dates
Thursday
Taylor opened her eyes and shut them again quickly against the morning light breaking into her bedroom through the blinds. Brad stirred in the bed next to her and then his hand crept between her legs, as it usually did.
Taylor's eyes opened again when the hand she felt stroke her pussy was much smaller and softer than what she was used to.
"Good morrow," Kate murmured next to her. Her green eyes opened briefly to look at Taylor, before she closed them again and spooned Taylor, while her hand became more insistent with the strokes.
The previous night came back to Taylor in flashes, the sensations of being with a woman for the first time, of having her hot best friend in her bed, of making each other come until they couldn't keep their eyes open... What followed was the most satisfying sleep ever and Taylor found that waking up wasn't so bad either.
She fit her curvy body against the petite redhead and let her hips grind lightly against Kate's hand. She moaned into the pillow as the expert fingers gently but surely brought her to an orgasm.
After only a night together, Kate already knew the quickest way to get her off.
Taylor turned and kissed Kate. She could still taste their combined pleasure from the night before.
"Good morrow to you, too," Taylor purred.
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Brad woke up on the couch, feeling a tightness in his back. Muttering some choice expletives about the couch under his breath, he sat up and then slowly stood up.
The bedroom door was still closed. He knew Kate had spent the night having sex with his girlfriend Taylor and then sleeping on his bed. He had found it amusing and kinda arousing last night when he'd come home to that, but mild annoyance was all he felt in the morning.
He did a couple of quick stretches to wake his body up and shake off the couch effect. His vertebrae cracked in protest with the not so tiny reminder that he wasn't 20 anymore. Just to prove to himself he still could, Brad did a couple of push-up variations on the floor with alternating hands and then stood up feeling appropriately pumped and proud.
Even though he desperately needed a shower to wake up and energize himself, he also just wanted to leave the apartment without running into the girls. The longer he stuck around at home, the more awkward he was likely to make the morning for all three of them. After luckily finding a clean change of clothes in his gym bag, Brad quietly left the apartment.
He wasn't the first to arrive at the gym he called his workplace. A few of his colleagues were early birds, or at least their clients were. Brad said a silent thank you for not having any of those clients. Just because he occasionally showed up early in the morning didn't mean he would, or could, do it every day consistently.
As he made his way through the facilities, Brad waved at a colleague already working with an older client, and then headed to the pool. A couple of laps in the indoor pool followed by a hot shower would shake off the cobwebs in his head and make him a brand new man.
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The coed employee changing and shower room at the gym was a decent size, but for some reason there was only one clean towel for Brad to grab that morning once he'd come back from swimming. He slung it over one of the tempered glass shower stall doors and turned on the hot water to wash off the pool's chlorine.
Right around the time he was done and he turned around to grab the towel, someone on the other side yanked it.
"Hey, I kinda needed that," Brad yelled over the door. The water dripping and evaporating off his body was already contributing to muscle contractions following the swim.
"Too bad. I need it, too," answered an unfamiliar female voice.
Brad quickly ran through the catalog that was his female colleagues and couldn't find the voice match. Shaking his head, he stepped out of the stall, dripping wet and naked, eager to find out whom the voice belonged to.
He had half expected the owner of the voice to have gone into the shower. As luck would have it, he came face to face with a gorgeous brunette stranger.
He gave her a thorough once over, taking in her 5'8 athletic stature with tight black yoga leggings wrapping around her long legs and a red cropped tank top revealing toned arms, likely C-cup boobs and a shiny navel piercing. Her brown hair was pulled back into a ponytail, so the full intensity of her dark brown eyes was on him, checking him out the same way he was.
"Very, very nice," she commented with a predatory smirk on her full lips, once Brad's eyes were on hers. Obviously, she'd been checking him out the same way he'd been eyeing her.
Smiling back, he ran a hand through his dark hair, entirely comfortable with his nakedness in front of a hot stranger.
"I'd say the same, but hard to tell with all the clothes you have on. Care to level the playing field?" he asked casually, considering his chances were pretty good.
Still wearing that predatory smirk, she pulled down her leggings and her panties with them, to reveal toned legs and a shaved pussy. In addition to the navel piercing, she also seemed to have a pierced clit.
Brad leaned in and gave her a kiss. It was a short but intense kiss, and had her still leaning in when he stepped away from her.
