I dropped my suitcase on the floor and my shoulder bag on the first twin bed, laying down on the second one. I closed my tired blue eyes and thought about just falling asleep like that, when my cellphone rang, startling me awake. I looked at the Caller ID and saw that it said 'Home.' I silently cursed myself, remembering that I was supposed to have called home as soon as I got to the airport to let Ashley and Becca know I had made it in okay. I was tired enough that holding the phone up would have been too much effort, so I plugged in my hands-free mic and hit 'Answer.'
"Hello?"
"Hey, babe. It's me." It was Ashley, of course. She was always the first one to call, though I assumed Becca was on the other phone, the one in the kitchen. I heard the little click and knew she was there too.
"Hey, ladies," I said, a smile on my face. "Sorry I didn't call earlier. The plane got in a little late and we had to get bags and...well, you know the drill. Is the house still standing without me there?" They both laughed, a sound that made him happier than landing on the ground did after a six-hour flight.
"Yes, Will," Ashley answered poutingly. "We ARE two capable women, you know."
"Oh, yes. I'm quite aware of that, baby. I have no doubts that you two can take care of yourselves."
Becca answered this time. "What do you think we were doing while you were flying? We were 'taking care' of each other." She broke into a giggle, which Ashley matched with her musical laugh.
"There's only one problem," Ashley said once the laughter had stopped.
"What's that?"
"As good as Becca is in bed," she started. I could hear the smirk in her voice. "And you know how good she is, she doesn't have a cock. I want to feel that nice hot flesh, stretching me and fucking me hard." Becca giggled again and I could hear movement on the phone. I guessed that Ashley had taken the cordless phone from the living room and gone into the kitchen. I pictured her starting to grind against Becca and my cock started to rise.
"Well," I said, trying to sound nonchalant. "I did actually plan for this emergency."
"You did? How?" That was Ashley. She sounded excited. It was the kind of excited that she was when she wasn't fully sexually sated. She really did enjoy having sex with Becca, but she was always more fulfilled with me involved.
"Okay, settle down. One of you go upstairs..." That was as far as I got before the kitchen phone slammed down and I heard the two of them running up the stairs giggling like two schoolgirls. I could hear them stop at the top of the stairs and start fighting over the phone.
"Okay, now what," Becca asked, at least in temporary custody of the phone.
"Go into the bedroom." I decided that it was pointless to give more than one order at a time, the way these two were wrestling each other.
"Okay."
"Look under the bed. You should see a box."
