We all dozed off again (can you blame us?) and Anya is the first to wake.
"I'm hungry", she nudges me to full consciousness, "Is there breakfast?"
I look over to my blonde lover, her response is to stretch and wave a hand imperiously at me, before pulling the quilt over herself and Anya.
"I'll go make some scrambled eggs", I say as I reach for my denims. Again.
"And bacon?", a hopeful voice comes from where my lover lies, peeking up at me through her hair.
"And bacon", I reply, resigned to it as I head to the kitchen.
"Of course", I say, looking into the open refrigerator, "Short on eggs AND bacon."
Stalking back to the bedroom I grab my tee shirt and shoes. "I'll be back in a wee while."
There's no response as I head to the door and out, into the rain. Typical.
A quick dash to the local shop, purchases made I head back to the apartment. Shaking the water from my hair, I kick off my shoes and move to kitchen.
Fifteen minutes later there are three plates of scrambled eggs and bacon, ready to be served up.
"It's going on the table, come get it before it's cold!", I yell out to the bedroom as I take the plates through. I can hear the scrambling of the girls, a short squabble over "who gets the towelling robe" and then they appear.
Triumphant, my blonde lover walks into the room tying the belt of the towelling robe around her waist. Her new brunette playmate is pulling on a baggy jumper that hangs down past her butt as she walks in behind.
Grabbing seats, the girls tuck into the food, no conversation apart from approving noises and for some reason, giggles when they make eye contact.
I'm immediately suspicious. "What's up?", I say as I look between the two clearly amused girls.
My little princess pipes up, "I was saying to Anya when you were making the breakfast, that we have already had some sausage today..." She smiles again at me sweetly as she takes her final forkful of egg. Anya laughs behind her hand.
I drop my fork on my plate and groan at the awful pun, putting my face in my hands.
"That's exactly the kind of jokes I make", I say.
"I know", she says through her smile.
Seeing that the plates are all empty, I stand, shaking my head and gathering them up to clear away.
A quick rinse of the plates in the kitchen and into the dishwasher. As I'm bent over I realise just how aching my muscles feel; I've had quite the sexual workout this weekend.
I hear the noise of the tv going on in the next room and channels being flicked through. No prizes for guessing who's probably got the remote. Coming back through the apartment I find the girls lounging on the couch; it's a big enough couch for two, but three would need to be good friends to fit.
My little princess glances at Anya and then scoots to one side, leaving a large enough space between herself and Anya for me. She pats the space welcomingly with her hand and smiles at me. I drop myself into the space, her blonde head falling onto my left shoulder, my right hand lands lightly on Anya's bare thigh. I leave it there and give her a friendly squeeze; Anya responds by pretending to wince in pain.
The queen of the channel changer finally settles on a Sunday morning magazine show, the kind that has lots of small segments; cooking, an interview with a music singer, a piece on cocktail mixing and so on.
After a good thirty minutes of this, my lover turns to us and says "Coffee?"
We both make agreeing noises to that offer and she stands up, makes sure her robe is secured and heads to the kitchen.
I realise I've been idly tracing my fingers up and down Anya's thigh and turn to her to make my apologies, her posture gives me a moment to rethink; she's sitting up quite straight, eyes looking ahead, a little unfocused, her breath is slightly shortened. I restart tracing my fingers and move them round to her hip, sliding upwards. Watching her face, Anya takes a long blink and licks her lips as I head toward the centreline of her body always upwards, hiking the jumper up over her thighs, waist, lower abdomen. She's completely nude underneath.
My hand arrives at the curve of her breast and gently cups it. Her nipple sticks out hard and thick, I take it between finger and thumb, rolling it between my digits, twisting it and pulling slightly. Anya gasps and looks at me, straight into my eyes, her mouth opens, hangs for a moment. She blinks again slowly, licks her lips and speaks, "Ginger."
My hand stops it's movement and I immediately withdraw it from under her jumper.
Turning to look at me, the brunette says,"I'm a little sore from before, sorry", her hands move to my crotch, "I want it again, but not today", she starts to undo my belt and unbutton my denims, "but I want to see you come again", she slides my denims away from my ass, smiling as she sees my tightening underwear revealed.
