Twice Two

The next day Plane woke up with a sad thought that it was the last day off, and tomorrow she’d have to go back to work. She and Nymphia hadn’t agreed on a meeting. When she left, Plane collapsed powerless onto the dirty bed and managed to open her eyes only when the next day was already well underway. She sat up on the bed and looked around. Things of Plane scattered on the floor, pizza crusts left by Nymphia on the table, and the sticky bed reminded her of yesterday’s wild evening. ‘When did I turn into such a piglet?’ Plane complained, calling the maid and ordering another pizza.

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When she came to Nymphia, she was sitting on a pile of things thrown on the floor and playing cards with Mirage. ‘Planey!’ Nymphia shouted happily when she saw her on the doorstep and, running up to her, kissed her passionately. Mirage waved her hand and kept looking at her cards. Finally, Nymphia tore herself away from Plane and pulled her to the game spot. They were sitting on the floor — apparently because both the couch and the bed were covered with Nymphia’s clothes, pizza boxes, and soda cans. In the far corner of the room, Plane noticed the magic little bag so thoughtfully prepared by Nymphia. Plane pushed things off the couch onto the floor and flopped down on it. ‘How are your days off going, Plane?’ Mirage asked and kept playing cards with Nymphia. Plane answered mysteriously, ‘Fast.’ ‘And for me every day’s like one endless day off,’ Mirage went on sadly. ‘I’m always sitting alone, nothing to do in the room… at least today they finally fixed the air conditioning problem.’ Plane looked around in surprise. Indeed, the room had gotten much better. Why hadn’t she noticed it earlier? ‘I’d been waiting for your days off to finally meet. But looks like it wasn’t meant to be. Like a fool, yesterday I kept coming here and knocking all day. Next time you’d better warn me so I know. After all, we had agreed…’ Mirage sniffed resentfully, and Nymphia patted her shoulder, ‘Well, Mirage, I’m sorry. I really forgot that we’d agreed. But today we’ll spend the whole evening here together!’ ‘Oh great,’ Plane thought and braced herself for wild fun. ‘You’re not mad, are you?’ Nymphia asked her, kneeling. ‘Nope,’ Mirage waved her off with a smile. ‘And you, Planey,’ Nymphia turned her head to Plane, ‘don’t mind having fun together, the three of us?’ ‘Fine,’ Plane answered without enthusiasm, folding her arms across her chest. Nymphia gave her a meaningful look and crawled toward her on her knees. ‘Well, Planey Jane,’ she said playfully, crawling up to her and sitting at her feet, ‘I promise we’ll have fun.’ She touched the zipper and carefully pulled it toward herself. Plane blushed and, glancing at Mirage, moved Nymphia’s hand onto the couch. Mirage, watching Nymphia’s behavior, shrugged and, reaching into the pile of stuff on the floor, pulled out a bottle of bourbon. ‘Oh wow,’ Plane said slowly. ‘And where did we get such wealth?’ Nymphia got up and sat on Plane’s lap. ‘The girls told me about one assistant who can help solve different problems for a certain fee. I asked him to get us some booze, and here it is!’ She lifted the bottle solemnly and froze. ‘She had no choice,’ Nymphia commented, glancing at Plane. ‘Who cares what to drink!’ Mirage exclaimed enthusiastically. ‘The main thing is that we’ll have a good time.’ ‘Yeah…’ Nymphia stretched out. ‘That’s easy for you — you’ll sleep till noon tomorrow, but we’ll have to get up early.’ ‘Charming…’ Plane muttered, looking at Mirage. ‘And who said I’ll let you drink the whole bottle?’ Mirage protested. ‘We need to save some for next weekend. Now let’s make cocktails!’ Mirage jumped up from the floor with an inspired cry and began fishing soda cans out of the bed. ‘Don’t be mad,’ Nymphia whispered into Plane’s ear. ‘She won’t stay on her feet long, and you’ll finally relax.’ Nymphia gave Plane a loud kiss on the cheek and went to help Mirage. When Mirage finally finished making her signature cocktails, the three of them raised their glasses and, taking a deep breath, swallowed the contents. ‘What crap,’ Plane grimaced. ‘You’re as much a bartender as Nymphia’s a housewife. I’ll make the next round myself.’ Plane was actually having a good time. The three of them had a lot in common, and though Mirage chattered even more than Nymphia, the evening went on in an amusing way. The alcohol really helped Plane relax and join the conversation. By the next meeting, no booze was left. Closer to night, Mirage couldn’t take it anymore and collapsed on the floor, sprawled out like a lifeless body. ‘Didn’t last again,’ Nymphia slurred. ‘I’m not dragging her to the room,’ Plane refused, shaking her head. ‘She’ll have to stay here,’ Nymphia sighed and crawled toward her. ‘We should at least move her onto the bed… Will you help?’ Plane got up from the couch and, grabbing the motionless Mirage with Nymphia, dumped her onto the bed. ‘Oops!’ Nymphia squeaked. ‘I think she landed her head on a can.’ ‘Fuck, Nymphia! Didn’t you throw all the junk off the bed?’ Plane looked at her indignantly. ‘No matter how much you throw, something always stays,’ Nymphia replied, groping under Mirage’s body and pulling out random objects. Plane pushed Nymphia’s clothes off the other half of the bed and collapsed tiredly onto it. Making sure all the trash had moved to the floor, Nymphia, feeling a sense of accomplishment, climbed onto Plane. ‘Well, finally we’re alone,’ she whispered and pressed her lips to Plane’s neck. ‘Are you crazy?’ Plane flared up, wrapping her arms around Nymphia’s waist. ‘Why did you sit on the couch all evening?’ Nymphia asked, moving lower. ‘You wanted to have a girls’ night,’ Plane answered, her breathing quickening, ‘and I didn’t want to distract you from such an entertaining conversation.’ Nymphia unzipped Plane’s jeans and was about to slip her hands inside when suddenly a loud snore burst out of Mirage. They both turned to look at the sleeping friend and came back to reality. ‘What do you think, how deep is she asleep?’ Nymphia looked at Plane. ‘Will your screams wake her up?’ ‘You really wanna test that?’ Plane asked in disbelief. ‘Well, maybe,’ Nymphia drawled and returned to the pants. She yanked them sharply and got down to business. Plane closed her eyes, her heart beating harder, when suddenly a hand fell heavily onto her chest. It wasn’t Nymphia’s hand — both of hers were busy lower down. Plane opened her eyes and saw Mirage’s arm across her chest. Mirage had already rolled onto her stomach, pressing her head against Plane’s shoulder. ‘That’s all I needed,’ Plane thought. She tried to move Mirage’s hand away, but it was incredibly heavy. She had no choice but to lean slightly away from her head. ‘Planey, you okay?’ Nymphia asked. ‘Yeah, just wonderful,’ Plane muttered, jerking herself away from Mirage. ‘Don’t get distracted.’ Mirage slept like a bear, and no screams could wake her up. When Nymphia lifted her head, she stared at Mirage in shock. ‘What just happened here?’ she asked curiously, scooting closer. ‘Your girlfriend’s obviously dreaming a very exciting dream, inspired by what’s going on here,’ Plane answered, breathing heavily under Mirage’s hand. ‘Hey, beauty,’ Nymphia said, pushing Mirage aside, ‘hands off my woman!’ Plane exhaled with relief and sat up. ‘That’s never happened to me before,’ she said thoughtfully. ‘Well now,’ Nymphia sat at Mirage’s feet, ‘you definitely won’t forget me.’ Plane pretended not to hear and reached out her hand to Nymphia. ‘Come lie here,’ she nodded at the free space between her and Mirage. ‘What if she starts swinging her arms again?’ Nymphia looked at Mirage warily. ‘Then I’ll have to save you from her passionate hugs,’ Plane replied and pulled Nymphia to her. Nymphia lay down in the narrow gap between the two friends and pressed against Plane. ‘Planey, I don’t wanna go on while Mirage’s snoring here. One thing if she was just sleeping quietly… but like this, raising hell.’ ‘Then let’s go to my place, Miss Banana. My perfectly clean bed doesn’t have any junk on it, so nobody risks getting hurt there. Oh, and don’t forget your little bag,’ Plane said. She leaned down to Nymphia, pressing her against Mirage’s back. Nymphia felt she couldn’t take it anymore, not being able to have Plane right here. ‘Let’s just get out of here,’ she whispered, running her finger across Plane’s forehead. When they stepped into the hallway, it turned out the booze had hit harder than they thought. As soon as they left the room, both started staggering from side to side. ‘Oh my God!’ Nymphia squealed, grabbing the wall. Plane covered her mouth with her hand and whispered, ‘Don’t make noise, or we’re screwed!’ Nymphia nodded quickly, and Plane removed her hand. She grabbed her by the palm and dragged her deeper into the hallway, but Nymphia’s legs wouldn’t move as fast as Plane’s. She stumbled, almost falling flat on her face. ‘Damn, Nymphia,’ Plane stopped, ‘let’s watch our step or we won’t make it without injuries.’ ‘I don’t wanna watch my step. I only wanna watch you.’ She wrapped her arms around Plane’s neck and, pressing her against the wall, began kissing her greedily. ‘Nymphia, don’t make me fuck you in the hallway,’ Plane managed to say. ‘Why not?’ Nymphia asked, breaking away from her. ‘Because the camera guys have already seen too much,’ Plane replied, letting Nymphia go and leading her farther down the hallway. ‘Planey, you’re speeding up again,’ Nymphia said discontentedly after a while, slowing her step. Plane turned to her, grabbed her by the neck, and rushed toward some door with the intention of pressing Nymphia against it. But the door wasn’t locked, and as soon as Nymphia’s back touched it, the door began to open, and Nymphia screamed in fear. Plane managed to grab her hand, and they both ended up in a storage room. Realizing she wasn’t going to fall, Nymphia sighed in relief. Plane looked around the small room and closed the door behind them. There were no windows, so it was pitch dark inside. Nymphia took a step to the side, something crashed, and Plane felt an object suddenly press hard into her shoulder. ‘Nymphia, what did you do this time?’ Plane asked angrily, holding back curses. ‘I think it was an ironing board,’ Nymphia answered innocently. Plane pushed the board away and drawled sweetly, ‘Come here already, sister.’ Nymphia found her outstretched hand and squeezed it tightly, surrendering to Plane. Without another word, Plane pulled Nymphia to herself and kissed the lips reaching for her. Squeezing Nymphia’s firm ass, Plane searched for the precious tube in the depths of her bag. Before she could enjoy the quick success, she found herself already with her pants pulled down. They broke away from each other, and even in the dark Plane felt Nymphia’s sly smile. ‘You’re not the only one who can mix pleasure with usefulness,’ Nymphia said cunningly. Plane got excited, burning with the desire to outdo her rival, who already had two wins in her pocket. With a sharp move, she turned Nymphia to face the door and pressed against her. Nymphia gasped more from surprise than pain and bent pliantly. Plane yanked her panties down, spread her legs roughly, and slapped her ass. Nymphia moaned in response. ‘Think you’re so smart?’ Plane whispered. ‘Now you’ll find out who the real winner is.’ She decided to keep tormenting Nymphia. Spitting on her hand, she ran her palm over the balls and started playing with them. Nymphia was surprised but said nothing, only braced herself more firmly against the door. By the time Plane switched to the cock, it was already dripping with lube. Normally this would’ve been the green light for action, but now Plane deliberately stalled. She gripped the base tightly and slowly slid her hand upward, squeezing harder near the head. Nymphia shifted impatiently from foot to foot. Plane suddenly let go. ‘Want me to stop?’ she demanded. ‘If you do, you’re fucked,’ Nymphia gasped. Plane just smirked and returned to the swollen cock. Moving a little faster, she suddenly stopped at the tip, circling with her thumb and rubbing the frenulum. Nymphia half-groaned, half-growled, slamming her fists against the door. Plane pulled back and stroked her spine. ‘How long are you gonna torture me?!’ Nymphia sobbed. ‘I can’t take it anymore! Take me already! I wanna feel you so bad…’ She broke off mid-sentence with a cry. Plane had somehow managed to lube her cock generously and shoved it sharply into Nymphia’s prepared ass, pinning her to the cursed door. She didn’t want to hurt her, so she froze for a moment. Nymphia whimpered and whispered faintly, ‘I won’t forgive you for this.’ Plane took pity and, holding Nymphia’s hips, covered her back with tender kisses. With a trembling hand she stroked Nymphia’s cock, waiting for a signal. Nymphia was silent but twitched her hips slightly, showing she was ready. Without letting go of the cock, Plane straightened a little and began moving carefully. Gradually Nymphia relaxed and started moaning. Plane felt warmth and tenderness and didn’t speed up — she only went a little deeper each time, still caressing Nymphia. ‘This time I wanna stay inside you, okay?’ Plane asked softly. Nymphia didn’t answer, but clearly appreciated the sudden care — she began grinding her hips in rhythm with Plane’s thrusts. Plane pressed against her and kissed her shoulder. Nothing could separate them now: neither rivalry, nor isolation from the world, nor exhausting challenges. Nymphia felt secure in Plane’s strong embrace because she knew this time it was real. Plane ran her tongue along a wet line from shoulder to neck and sucked on the salty skin. Nymphia moaned louder, her cum already running down Plane’s hand. Two more powerful thrusts — and Nymphia felt warmth spread inside her. With her heart pounding wildly, Plane buried her face in Nymphia’s back. For a while they just stood there, united as one, struggling to catch their breath. Plane was the first to recover. She straightened up and pulled Nymphia to her. Hugging her, Plane whispered, ‘Now you’ve learned that I can’t always be rough with you.’ Nymphia turned around and wrapped her arms around Plane. ‘I always knew that,’ she whispered back.