“That was Caro’s room,” Nellie says in a low voice, pointing to the right. “And over there is Ina’s room.” She points to a door on the left hand side.
A few steps farther down the hallway we hear the unmistakable sounds of two women making love. “That’s Bette’s room,” Nellie whispers. “And directly opposite is the bathroom.”
She opens the bathroom door to our left, switches the light on, and I’m surprised again. Unlike all other rooms I have seen so far, the bathroom is modern! It has a big, stand-alone bathtub, and a huge glass shower stall. In stark contrast to the living room downstairs, the bathroom is neat and tidy and clean.
Nellie smiles as she sees the expression on my face. “The bathroom’s the most modern room in the house. And we really do try hard to keep it clean. You can use a towel from the shelf over there.” She points at a shelf covered with fluffy towels.
“By the way, we usually leave the bathroom door ajar. If the door’s closed, we know someone’s in there and wants privacy. A closed door anywhere in this house always means someone wants privacy. All of us know that, and we respect it! Which means none of us ever needs to lock her doors.”
I nod amazed how well ‘The Coldhearts’ seem to have organized everything. Nellie takes my hand into hers again. Together we leave the bathroom, and take another few steps down that long hallway. Nellie opens another door to the left, and turns the light on.
“This is the guest bedroom, Jenny. My room is just across from you on the other side of the corridor.”
The guest bedroom is a small room, and most of the things in it are small, too. The bed’s small, and so is the nightstand next to the right hand wall. There’s a small table to the left, with a wooden chair next to it, a coat rack behind the door, and of course a closet. And there’s a little wooden bookshelf full of books. On the wall next to the bed hangs a poster showing the silhouettes of two women kissing in front of the setting sun. The guest bedroom might be small, but it’s cozy and warm, and homey.
“Would you like to have a t-shirt for tonight, Jenny?” Nellie asks. “I usually wear long t-shirts at night. I don’t like pajamas.”
I look at her, and suddenly I imagine her wearing a t-shirt that doesn’t even cover her panties, and the butterflies in my stomach flutter. I avoid looking at her below the neck.
“Yeah, that’d be great.”
“I’ll get you one. We’re about the same size.” She leaves the room, returning a minute later, a simple black t-shirt and a flashlight in her hand.
“I brought you this in case you need to go to the bathroom tonight. I hate to switch on the lights in the middle of the night.”
I laugh at her remark. “Yeah, I’m the same way. It always seems to make it harder for me to get back to sleep, somehow. Thank you for the shirt …and for everything else, Nellie.”
Nellie caresses me with her dark eyes. “Not at all. Now, why don’t you use the bathroom before you go to bed? I can wait. And remember to leave the door ajar when you’re ready. Oh, and I’ll get you a bottle of water in case you’re thirsty tonight.”
When I get back from the bathroom, clad in Nellie’s long black t-shirt, which on me looks like a really short dress, carrying my own clothes in my hand, Nellie is sitting on the chair in the guest bedroom. She gives me a quick once-over, before our eyes lock. To my surprise she blushes slightly. Whoa! Maybe she likes my long legs? Like, a lot?
She gets up from the chair, and walks over to me, never taking her warm, dark eyes off me. A shiver runs down my spine. But just as I start wondering what exactly I’ve gotten myself into, Nellie says in a soft, calm voice, “We haven’t talked about how you’ll get home tomorrow morning. My first class is at nine. Given the snow and all we should be on the road by eight at the latest. If that’s too early for you, you might want to wait for Ina. Her boutique opens at ten, so she’ll be leaving an hour later.” She smiles, looking deeply into my eyes. “You decide.”
I blink at her, and I have to take a moment to get myself under control. The image of Nellie in her short t-shirt that barely reaches her thighs is back on my mind. “I’d rather drive with you, Nellie. I’m getting used to it.” I smile back at her as calmly as I can.
She slowly raises her eyebrows, and a smile appears on her pretty face. “I was hoping you’d say that. Do you need a wake-up call? I’ll be up around seven.”
“That’s sweet of you, but I’ll set the clock on my phone.”
“Okay then. Good night, Jenny.”
She hesitates for the wink of an eye, before she gently puts her arms around me, and hugs me. I feel her warm body against mine through the thin fabric of my shirt, my bra-less breasts pressing against her. I feel my nipples hardening. She quickly kisses my cheeks, and lets go of me.
“Goodnight, Nellie. Thanks for everything, again,” I stammer.
She blushes. “You’re welcome, Jenny. See you tomorrow.” She turns around, and closes the door behind her.
I sit on the bed, and before lying down I set the clock of my phone to seven. I turn out the lamp on the nightstand, and cover myself up to my chin with the comforter. Even though I’m exhausted, I can’t sleep, and keep tossing and turning. I become conscious how quiet the house is, the only sound being the occasional crackle of the wooden beams. Even though the curtains of the only window in the room are closed, the whiteness of the snow outside casts a diffuse light into the room.
There are so many thoughts racing through my head. My life has suddenly become so strange now. It scares me and at the same time it makes me happy. It’s so weird knowing ‘The Coldhearts’ girls are sleeping in their rooms next to me. They’re crazy, but they’re so nice. They all seem to love me! And when we play together, we’re amazing. I realize that I’ve started to feel myself as if I were a part of their… family? That reminds me I should call my Dad and let him know that I’m planning to apply to college. Maybe I should wait until after the gig, so I can tell him about that, too?
My mind keeps wandering like that. I think of my irresponsible mother. What’s going on with her and the latest man in her life? And what about my brother and his girlfriend whose name I can’t seem to remember? I realize that I miss him, and care about him. Lately, I’ve started worrying he might be doing drugs, or some other stupid thing. I’ve been there and done that myself not too long ago.
I think about my girlfriend Emilia. Is she awake now, too? Is she thinking about me, too?
I think of Bette and Ina. Exactly what kind of relationship do they have? Bette obviously cares about her, even though they’ve both had other girls. She seems to want to help Ina over her heartbreak with Caro. It’s so strange. Bette is loving and caring. She’s flirtatious and sexy like Sherinia, only she has a heart. Who’d have thought?
And then I think of Nellie, who’s sleeping in her bedroom just across the corridor. Bette cares about her. Did they sleep with one another? It seems very likely. Nellie is pretty and smart. I like her a lot. And she’s damn sexy. Where does that thought come from? Yes, she’s sexy. I remember the brief moment when my nipples hardened while she hugged me.
And then I drift off into a dream…
My bedroom door opens and Emilia enters the room. She seems…different somehow. She’s wearing a dark blue silky robe, and her red hair flows freely over her shoulders. Our eyes lock, and a seductive smile appears on her pretty face. Propping myself up on my elbow, I’m watching her, as the robe slides over her shoulders, revealing her naked breasts. I gasp as I realize that she’s naked under her robe except for black thigh highs and high heels.
I eagerly wait for her to come to me, and I’m about to say something to her, when she turns around facing the door, signaling somebody to come in. My eyes widen when Nellie appears in the room, a bashful smile on her pretty face. She’s wearing a short, black t-shirt that hardly reaches her upper thighs. Recognizing the pink ‘The Coldhearts’ logo on the front of her shirt, I can’t help, but smile. Nellie’s wearing black thigh highs and high hee
ls, too. She stops next to Emilia, and my girlfriend pulls Nellie’s shirt over her head, exposing not only her perfect breasts with erect nipples, but also a small triangle of dark pubic hair.
Nellie puts her arm around Emilia’s waist, and together they come closer to my bed. They sit down on the edge, pulling the comforter from my body. Emilia leans in to kiss me, while Nellie’s hands begin to caresses my legs. Her strokes are oh so soft and gentle, as her hands move higher and higher up my thighs. Emilia’s kiss becomes more passionate, while I run my hands through her silky red hair. And then I feel Nellie kissing the soft skin of my upper thighs, and I feel her spreading my legs, and my free left hand clutches her Alice Cullen hair, pulling her higher, and ever higher between my thighs. I moan into Emilia’s mouth as I feel Nellie’s tongue flick over my sensitive, glistening pussy. My right hand cups Emilia’s breast, rolling her hard nipples between my thumb and forefinger. Emilia sighs softly as I touch her, while my hips begin to rock and buck as Nellie flicks her tongue over my swollen clit.
My own arousal grows and grows, and just as my two lovers are about to push me over the edge, I hear a terrible grinding noise coming closer and closer. I can’t stand that fucking noise! I’m about to cum! I’m about to cum so hard! Yet the noise keeps getting louder and louder, and closer and nearer, and then the ground starts to shake, making me think there’s an earthquake going on, and I don’t have any choice but to open my eyes!
It takes a moment before I realize where I am. I reach for my phone on the nightstand. It’s 4.59am, and the horrible grinding noise is actually real! There’s a flickering orange light dancing on the ceiling of the room. Another moment, and then it dawns on me. The noise comes from outside the farmhouse, where a snowplow’s clearing the driveway. I sink back into the bed, the arousal of my dream still palpable. I do my best to block out the noise, and I reach down between my legs and start touching myself. My pussy and my whole body are aching for a release from its tension. I remember Emilia, and I remember Nellie, and my fingers rub my clit frantically. I think of Nellie’s tongue caressing my most sensitive spots, and then the first of many orgasms begins to rock my body, while the snowplow’s long gone.
When I try to get back to sleep afterwards I start to grasp the implications of what’s happened. I’ve just dreamed of having a threesome with my girlfriend Emilia… and Nellie! I woke up, masturbated like crazy thinking about the two of them…I got myself off, over and over! And I groan. My life has just become more fucking complicated!
+++
“You want to come to my first class with me? It’s a lecture about the German revolution of 1848,” Nellie asks me, as we’re on our way to the city the next morning. It’s rush hour and traffic’s moving slow, but since we left early we’ll make it in time.
“Yes, I’d love that. I’m meeting up with Emilia at the cafeteria at ten anyway.”
“Oh, that’s good,” Nellie says, looking at me for a second before she returns her attention to the road.
“I hope so,” I say with a smile.
I’d called Emilia just after seven this morning, and I agreed to meet her at her school, since she had an early class.
Once I came out of the bathroom I met Nellie in the kitchen downstairs, and we had a quick breakfast together. Remembering my dream and my masturbating session, I could hardly look into her eyes.
“You can leave your bass in my trunk,” Nellie resumes. “We can go park, and you can pick it up after the lecture, if you want.”
“That’s an idea.”
“Great! By the way, I think Bette’s going to text you about your pictures today. She’ll ask you to select one or two which she will post on our band website and on social media. You should also post them on your own Twitter and Instagram accounts, too. I’m sure our fans will be really excited at the chance to get to know you better.”
“Oh? That’s so different from what I’m used to,” I reply, feeling a little overwhelmed again.
“Well, The Coldhearts make a difference, don’t they?” Nellie laughs. “You will see, we’re much more out in the public than your old band, Jenny. That’s why we get so many more gigs. And earn more money.”
“I’ll get used to the publicity I hope.”
“Don’t you worry, you will.” She beams at me, and pats my left knee again.
I’m getting used to Nellie’s affectionate little gestures. She’s always touching me, and I like it! And then my mind starts wandering, but it doesn’t wander away from Nellie. I really like spending time with this girl, I think. Any girl would! But I’ve never really seen her with another girl other than our band mates. Does she have a girlfriend? I keep wondering about her after she parks and we leave the car.
We walk to the lecture hall together, and sit next to each other in the auditorium. Even though I try my best to concentrate on the lecture, I can’t help but be very aware of Nellie’s presence next to me. Every now and then I look at her, and she never fails to glance back at me, smiling. And every time it happens, my heart leaps.
After the lecture ends, I say goodbye to Nellie, who needs to hurry to her next class. I make my way to the cafeteria, help myself to a coffee, and find a place to sit. I glance around the cafeteria, wondering if Emilia’s here already. She’s not, yet. I do notice this time the cafeteria’s quite a bit more crowded than it was last time I was here. There are students sitting together talking and laughing, while others are sitting alone, reading or staring at their phones. And then Emilia walks in.
I see her immediately, and just like in my dream from last night her long red hair flows freely over her shoulders. I wave to her to show her where I am, and when our eyes lock, my heart starts pounding. I stare at her, my lips parted. She’s so beautiful!
She seems to hesitate briefly, searching my eyes for any signs of…I don’t know what, before she smiles radiantly, and waves back at me. She walks over to my table, her hips swaying. I devour her with my eyes, and when she gets close enough, I jump up from my chair, and throw my arms around her. Our lips meet in a gentle kiss, and when Emilia sighs happily, the butterflies in my stomach flutter.
“Hello, my sweetheart,” she says, breaking our kiss. “I’m going to get myself some coffee,” she says. “Can I get you some more? Or anything else?”
“No thanks, Emi,” I say, shaking my head, my knees a little weak from our kiss and the attention we caused while kissing.
She puts her jacket and backpack on the chair next to me, and walks over to the self-service area to get her coffee. I watch how she glides across the floor. Her tight-fitting jeans hug her buttocks so nicely! Then Emilia returns with a cup of coffee and a croissant.
“It’s nice having you here with me on campus,” she says and beams at me. “I could really get used to it, but unfortunately we’ll only have one semester together here.” I sigh and nod. Emilia is going to graduate next semester.
“So, how was your sleepover with ‘The Coldhearts’?” Emilia takes a bite of her croissant, and looks at me expectantly.
I smile wryly. “You know that it wasn’t planned, Emi, but it was fine, except for the part about the snowplow waking me up at five this morning.”
Emilia winces and nods sympathetically.
“But it was nice. They were nice! And their farmhouse is homey. You should come out with me to see it some time.”
“I’d like that.”
“There’s a barn where we rehearse. That’s where we were when it started snowing, and by the time we realized it, it was pretty deep. It’s a ways from the house, so we had to walk through the snow to get back to the house, and while we were doing that, Bette and Ina decided to start a snowball fight.” I smile. “They lost when Bette slipped and fell on her butt!” That makes Emilia laugh!
“Oh, and Bette took some pictures so she could post them on their website and on their social media accounts, you know, for their fans.”
Emilia sighs. “They seem to be so much more professional than our band ever was.”
“They definitely are. Which helps explain why they get more gigs than we ever did.”
“You’re going to become a celebrity, Jen,” Emila says, giggling at her sudden thought.
I laugh and roll my eyes. I don’t know how I feel about the idea of becoming a celebrity, but I’m happy to see she now seems to be more comfortable with my being one of ‘The Coldhearts’.
My phone buzzes with an incoming message. It’s from Bette. Hey Jet-Black Jenny! Here are the hottest pictures of the ones I took of you! If you agree I’ll use the first and second one on our website and on social media. If you don’t agree, let me know which ones you like better! Kiss, Kiss, Babe. Bette
I show them to Emilia. “Wow, they’re good! You’re always pretty, Jen, but Bette’s pictures show how pretty and sexy you are in real life,” Emilia says smiling.
“Awww, thank you, Sweetie,” I say with a warm feeling in my stomach. “But which ones do you like best?” I scroll through the pictures again.
“They’re all good,” Emilia says, “but the first two are the best.”
“Okay, then I’ll tell Bette to use those two.”
“What are you up to now?” Emilia asks after a brief silence while I send my text to Bette.
“I’m going to go home and change. I’m still wearing the clothes I had on yesterday.” I sigh. “I’m going to work on my application for college, and if I’ve got any time left before I go to work, I’ll practice for my first gig with ‘The Coldhearts’. I sigh again. “It’s Tuesday, so I guess I won’t have to work too late tonight.”
“I hope so,” Emilia says, and sighs, too.
“And what about you?”
She makes a wry face. “I have to study for my finals.”
I wince. “I think we’re going to need more coffee.”
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