No Fair: Three Against One
Nate grew dimly aware of a steady hiss. It was a familiar, non-threatening sound, but something in Nate's barely functioning cognitive center told him it was unwelcome. As his veil of unconsciousness slowly lifted, more fragments of the outside world sept through his fading slumber.
He opened his eyes. Nate was lying on his back. Pavlina to his left had her back to him. Briana was facing him, curled into a fetal position on his right. And now he understood the hissing sound. Outdoors it was raining. He could tell just by listening it was a full, steady rain. It would last for hours, maybe the whole day.
His digital clock on the side table read 7:42. Nate looked at the girls again. Pavlina's back and shoulder were exposed, so Nate pulled the duvet up to her neck. She gently stirred, but did not seem to waken. On his other side, Briana looked so vulnerable, innocent. Last night was coming back to him. Nate cringed as the Daddy references came to light while he fucked her on the sofa. But even as he clenched a shiver in his spine, Nate noticed his pistol was stiffening at the very thought of a fuck-my-Daddy fantasy.
Nate rolled up onto his hands and knees, and tried crawling over Pavlina without touching or waking her. She moaned something unintelligible in any language. Nate planted his feet on the floor, stood up, and fixed the duvet over Pavlina again. He made his way to the bathroom and closed the door.
The rain was both a blessing and a curse. A curse, of course, because it curtailed outdoor activity. A blessing because it left Nate and two young girls with nothing to do but think of ways to pass the time indoors. Downstairs, Nate made some espresso on the stove. He went into his office with his coffee, and logged into his work computer.
Nate had accumulated a fair amount of overtime, which he had agreed at the beginning of his contract Nate would take as time off. His boss had recently begun to worry about the amount of time off Nate had accumulated – if Nate were to take it all at once, it could pose a problem. Therefore his boss had been asking Nate to start thinking about taking his overtime in time off. Nate composed an email to his boss explaining why the coming week would make a good time for him to burn off some of his overtime. There were some issues Nate knew he would have to deal with this week, and he explained in his email he could attend to those issues remotely from home.
Nate then parsed through his unread emails, and found some new issues had already come up, and he started dealing with those by composing follow-up emails to the right people, asking them to provide needed input. He reviewed his own project files, and found the data he would need to provide, and forwarded his information to other people who needed it.
He checked the time on his laptop clock. It was 9:02. It always astounded Nate how long it takes to deal with email. Nate had to confess his faculties might not be running at full speed, being mildly hung over from last night.
He decided to make some breakfast, but he was out of eggs. He had a small ham in the fridge, so Nate sliced that and heated it in a frying pan. The smell of coffee and breakfast woke Briana, who trundled down the stairs wearing her short white bathrobe.
"Morning," Nate chirped to Briana, handing her a coffee. She looked at him with heavy eyes, and took the coffee without a word. Briana sat at the table and cradled the coffee in both hands without taking a sip. Nate checked the apartment temperature – it was 25C, or 77F Nate calculated. He surmised Briana was also hung over, and she was not trying to warm up her hands.
"Did I ..." she started weakly, looking down into her coffee cup, "call you ..." She couldn't finish the question.
"I guess you're just a daddy's girl," Nate answered obliquely.
"Oh my fucking Christ!" Briana put her coffee down and brought the palms of her hands to her closed eyes. "I am so embarrassed." She rested with her head in her hands and her elbows on the table for several seconds. Then Briana looked up to Nate. "Did you fuck me without a condom?"
"Actually," Nate realized as he remembered the incident, "you fucked me. You climbed on top of me and yelled out 'Fuck me Daddy!' "
"Oh Jesus!" Briana cried, returning her head to her hands. She didn't look up at Nate this time. "Did you ... you know ... inside me?"
"No," Nate smiled. "I laid you down on the couch and fucked you, but I pulled out before I came." Technically it was not a lie.
"Thank you," Briana exhaled loudly. She looked up at him again. "Did you try to ... you know ... up my ... you know?" Her face flushed red as she asked.
"No," Nate smiled. "I kind of stumbled and missed. I barely touched your ass."
"I don't remember you fucking me there," she nodded, "but I remember being afraid you were trying to."
"You made it pretty clear that was not part of the deal from the start," Nate conceded. "I wasn't going to mess with that, even if I was stoned."
"Speaking of stoned, what was that?" Briana asked. "I've thought I smoked the best there was in Amsterdam, but last night, that was like ... fuck, Nate, that was from a different planet."
"I have some friends," was all Nate offered.
"I'd like to meet your friends," Briana smiled at last.
"No," Nate assured her, looking at her hot, nubile body in a skimpy bathrobe, "you wouldn't." Briana looked down and took a sip of her coffee. She asked for milk and sugar, which Nate brought to the table. Briana stirred some in. "Want some breakfast?" Nate asked.
"I'm starving," Briana nodded. "What about Pavlina?"
"Let her sleep. It's not as though we have anywhere to go," Nate nodded toward the window. It was still raining hard.
"I need to get some personal things. Is there a drug store?"
"Up on the Reeperbahn," Nate nodded. "It will be the only place open today." The Reeperbahn is Hamburg's famous red light district, and it never closes, even on bank holidays. An assortment of restaurants, bars, clubs, food markets, and a few drug stores are always open, as are all the sex shops.
"Is that far?"
