There are three couches, around a table with folded bedding waiting for when the four of you went to sleep… on three couches. You postpone handling that to consider the much more immediate question of whether you should sit on one of the free couches, while Vikki is sitting there all by herself, very clearly having made room for you.
Your heart racing with the fear you’re both over- and under-thinking this, you make your way over to where Vikki waits, carefully sitting beside her with enough room not to touch. She instantly moves closer until her thigh is pressed against yours, her white fur silky soft against your leg.
Jerrie moves up to you, holding two glasses perfectly level as she gracefully sits on your other side. She leans over to offer your drink, her soft chess pressing into your upper arm.
“Thank you,” you squeak, somehow taking the glass without moving above your elbow. You look up to see Etci standing there, tight red top and black short shorts leaving precious little to the imagination. Where is she going to sit? She seems to be figuring that out herself, before smiling knowingly, walking up to the Jerrie’s armrest and nimbly climbing up and around to the back of the sofa. You lean forward to make room, hear her lay down behind you, feel two hands taking your shoulders and pulling you back, the back of your head resting against something both soft and firm.
You don’t dare look back to confirm what you’re touching, distracted by her hand letting go of one shoulder and tracing up and into your hair, fingertips sinking in and playing. It feels nice, her fingers lightly stroking and gently pulling, and with a start you feel her fingernails scratching the most intensely pleasant sensations into your scalp. You shiver, dimly remembering that she didn’t have fingernails, but unable to reconcile the image of extended claws with the most blissful points tracing tantalising circles around your head.
“Comfortable?” Jerrie asks, at least you think it’s Jerrie. She still leaned forward, her own softness still pressing into your arm.
“Mhmmm,” you try to nod, Etci’s other hand instantly holding the back of your neck.
“Careful,” you hear her say behind you, feeling the vibrations of her voice against the back of your head. Gently her first hand resumes its magic along the top of your scalp, her voice felt adding, “No sudden movements please, I don’t want to scratch you. Not if you don’t want me to.”
Vikki on your other side leans closer, her arms pressing up to hold yours. You hear her whisper something.
“Sorry?” you struggle to focus, “What was that?” It takes enormous effort to focus over your thundering pulse enough to hear her only slightly louder words.
“You can put your arm around me. If you want to.”
You feel like your heart just exploded. Without daring to say a word you shuffle your arm out from between the two of you, your forearm brushing the soft tips of her ears as you move your arm behind her head.
“Sorr-” you start, interrupted by her lunging into your side. You feel her arms wrapped around you just below your chest, her face buried into your side, nose pressing into the side of your breast, drawing in a deep breath. She starts purring loudly, the rumbling sound vibrating against you.
You half flinch as Jerrie lays a hand on your leg, immediately letting go.
“Sorry,” you manage, “just,” you struggle to breathe with Etci repeatedly splaying her fingers out over the top of your head, sending shivers down your spine, and you don’t know if it’s your shivering or if she’s purring against the back of your head too. Meanwhile, Vikki is snuggling into your side, inhaling and purring deeply. You lay your arm down over her small shoulders, feel her press against you harder. You swallow, “Just caught me off guard.”
“It’s okay,” Jerrie soothes beside you, more gently laying her hand on your bare leg, fingers stroking your skin. You think you hear her purring too, softly, her voice low but earnest, “If you’re overwhelmed or need some space, just say so.”
“I’m okay,” you manage as Etci uses both hands to scratch blissfully around both sides of your head, Vikki snuggling up higher against you, nose moving towards your armpit, inhaling deeper, purring louder. She somehow snuggles closer, crawling half into your lap with one leg sliding between yours. Her skin feels like warm silk, her smooth fur making your nerves sing.
You hear Etci purr behind you, “Hey.” At least you think it’s, um, what were you…
“Yeah?” you manage, not really sure who you’re talking to.
She stops scratching your head, the sensations still singing everywhere she touched as she runs one hand down to the back of your neck, the other sliding round to cup your chin. You feel her move behind you, your spine like putty as she cradles your head, letting it fall back until you’re looking up into her golden eyes, bright in the dark as they smile down at you. She licks her lips, their gloss catching the light as she leans down, and presses them to yours.
You kiss her back, feeling her breathing you in, her tongue inquisitively tasting you, feeling her moan into your mouth before her tongue hungrily seeks out yours. You can taste the milk and vodka on her, drinking in the shivering richness as she kisses you with steadily increasing fervour.
You feel Vikki moving in your lap, straddling your hips, the hem of her dress felt on the outside of your legs. You feel her silky fur wrapped around your legs, her front pressing warmly against yours, her hands reaching around your head, pushing under Etci’s grip and angling your head forwards into another much more ardent kiss. You hear her moaning sharply between kisses, which is not a sound you expected Vikki to make, but that’s not half as surprising as the absolute desperation with which she kisses you, moaning each time she tastes your lips or laps at your tongue, her hands shaking as they pull you into her overwhelming need.
“Vikki,” Jerrie’s voice sounds like it’s coming from far off. You feel her sliding her hand between you and Vikki, slowly but firmly pushing Vikki back, who whimpers as her lips leave yours, hands trying to pull you closer despite Jerrie stopping you.
You feel Jerrie’s softness move against you as she leans closer, a new kind of tension in her purring voice. “Is this okay? Do you want this?”
Vikki, still trying to pull you closer, unintentionally moves herself in your lap, making you gasp as she moves over something hard. She gasps too, adjusting and moving a part of her that’s much softer and hotter over you, moaning sharply as she does.
“Vikki,” Jerrie cautions, Vikki whimpering again as she holds herself still with a great effort.
Jerrie lets go of Vikki, cupping your chin and turning you towards her, those jade irises almost crowded out by her dilated pupils. She’s breathing heavily, purring under her breath, but swallows to ask with a voice barely level. “Are you alright? Are you good with this?”
Now it’s your turn to whimper, as you emphatically nod.
Jerrie beams, “Good”, and leans in to kiss you.
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