Chapter 135

"I could really get used to having you around."

"You Ok with her knowing we slept together last night?"

"Proud, actually. She thought you were pretty cute yesterday in the restaurant."

"Ok." The knock came. I answered the door. As it opened Bette saw me standing there and she said, "You bitch!" It wasn't angry. It was jealous. She stepped inside, swept the room with her eyes and looked at Carla. I closed the door.

"You slept with him!"

"Yes! And more!"

"I should hate you, you know. My roomie snored and farted all night!"

"I'm sorry." We both said. Bette finally looked at me and said, "We had dinner with you last night."

I nodded.

"Does he know?" Bette asked, looking at Carla.

"Not yet."

"And?"

"And... I'm thinking."

"Bette, I think you should take off your shoes and get more comfortable. You can either sit on the bed with us, the unused bed or the chair. I'd really like to see the weather and then you can tell me you've been lovers. Ok?"

The look on Bette's face was one of shock and embarrassment. I looked at Carla and the look was surprise. I had clues. I am smart.

I picked up the control and turned on the TV. Three button pushes and we saw the weather. Denver was snowed in for at least twenty four more hours. Bette took the controller from me and shut off the TV.

"We now know the weather. I want to know about what you just said."

"Last night Carla said if I kissed the golden ring in her clit I would be the first man to do so. If no one had kissed it she would have said I would be the first person to kiss it. I saw how you two were at dinner, more than we-met-on-the-plane friends. I put one and one together and got two. Now, you and I have something in common. We both have kissed her little gold ring."

"You Ok with that?" Carla asked.

"That you are bi or that you have been to bed with Bette?"

"Both." They both said.

I smiled. "I have no right to judge what you do, either of you. With or without the right I do have a judgment. I envy women their freedom to be bi. The stigma for bi men is so strong that most men won't let go far enough to go there. Two women can share a hotel room and while someone might wonder no one makes the sharing a negative."

"I'm bi too," Bette said.

"And, you're still standing. Wouldn't you be more comfortable if you sat down?" I asked.

"That depends."

"On?"

"If I can borrow another of your t-shirts."

"Of course. But before we go there, please sit on the bed."

She sat at the end of the bed we were on.

"I want us to be clear. By asking for a t-shirt you intend to stay a while and enjoy sex with one or both of us. Am I correct?"

She blushed a little and looked at Carla.

"If that's true then I think that you should go back to your room, pack your stuff and come back here. That way we can open a bed up for someone who spent last night in the lobby... and we can more fully enjoy the rest of our stay together."

"I'll be back as soon as I can, if the offer is Ok with Carla."

"I love the idea! Do you need any help?" Carla said. Under the covers she squeezed my hand.

"Nope. One suitcase on wheels. I'll be back in just minutes."

As she left I handed her the key to our room. "You don't need to knock."

Less than a minute after Bette left the housekeeping person opened the door. We let her know that we had a new arrival coming and would need extra soap, shampoo and lotion. I gave her a ten dollar tip and she loaded us up with extra everything. She changed the sheets on our bed, too.

Bette was back a couple minutes after the room was clean and restocked. Carla helped her unpack and I got a t-shirt out for her. She was unpacked before she took the t. She held it in her hand and asked Carla, "Did he do you before he gave you the t-shirt or after?"

"Before."

"I request you do me like you did Carla. Is that Ok?"

"Ok." Carla nodded and grinned. "When I arrived in the room Carla was sitting on the bed with her shoes off. As I unpacked she went into the bathroom and ran a shower."

"In the shower I shaved everything: legs, pits and pussy. Then I called Pete in to wash my back. He said he would only wash my back if he could also wash my front."

Bette kicked off her shoes and walked into the bathroom. A minute later we heard the shower come on.

"You sure about this?" I asked.

"I'm looking forward to it! No one has ever treated either of us like you treated me last night. Right now she thinks that in half an hour she'll be on her back with her cunt filled with you."

From the supply of extra stuff piled on our table I found a bottle of lotion. I took it to Carla and said, "It works better when it's warm. Would you mind warming it?"

"No. I wouldn't mind."

I spread her legs and slid the small bottle into her vagina.