The evening was getting stranger and stranger, and Donna wasn't quite sure what to do about it.

Okay, so really, things had been unusual from the beginning: Sam was in town for a few days, and he'd managed to convince just about everybody from the office to meet him at Iota. They'd had drinks, they'd listened to music, they'd all teased Sam about his tan, and then one by one as the night went on the members of their party had dwindled off, until only the core group was left, scattered about the large round table near the back of the bar: herself, Sam, Josh, Toby, CJ, Charlie. And Amy.

Donna still hadn't figured out who had actually invited Amy; she and Sam knew each other, of course, but weren't exactly buddies. Maybe they had been closer than Donna had realized? It's not like she ever paid much attention to what Amy did outside of the sphere of Josh.

Regardless, she was there, and it was fine. Really. Completely fine. Since Donna and Josh had gotten together ("in that way" as Margaret liked to put it, just to embarrass them), the two women had seen each other socially more than once, and there had been, Donna had to admit, very little awkwardness, there. She'd never actively disliked Amy -- only disliked the way she treated Josh -- and now that Amy's treatment of Josh had been rendered irrelevant, they were free to just be, you know, women. Donna idly wondered if Amy would prefer the term "womyn." Which made sense on the one hand, since the etymology of "woman" was "wife of man," and Donna had to imagine that certain sections of the female population would probably find that innately offensive. Then again, weren't some words in usage in a particular manner for so long that their origin eventually became meaningless? There were plenty of other words that fit that bill, weren't there, words like --

"Hey, are you in there?" Josh rumbled against her ear. She snapped back to attention to realize that CJ was attempting to say good night to her. "Yeah, sorry," she stammered. "CJ, you're leaving so soon?"

"I have to be in super early tomorrow," CJ said, pulling on her coat. "And I just volunteered to give Chuck here a ride home, so..."

"Your altruism is overwhelming," Charlie said dryly. "Night, guys."

And then there were five. Toby was on his way, out, though, Donna could tell: he was on his second cigar, usually a sign he was preparing to wrap things up for the evening. Much as she loved Toby, she wouldn't be too displeased when he left and took his stinky cigars with him. She slid her chair closer to Josh, who absently rubbed her back in slow circles as he listened to the conversation unfolding before him.

"So how's your love life, Sam?" Amy was asking. "Seeing anyone in La La Land?" She was chewing on her drink straw in a way that made Donna wonder if Amy was actually trying to flirt with Sam, of all people. Which seemed to Donna like a waste of time, Sam lived on the west coast now, for god's sake, and it's not like Amy ever seemed to lack for male admirers, she practically cut a swath through the male population of --

"I wish," Sam said ruefully, shaking his head. "No, I have essentially been leading the life of a Benedictine monk." He took a swallow of beer and sighed.

"Were they the ones who took a vow of silence?" Amy wondered.

Sam tilted his head. "I don't think so. Although I'm not really up on my Catholic history."

"Don't look at me," Josh murmured. There was something odd in his voice, and Donna glanced at him, to see that he was watching Amy chew on her straw. Well.

"I'm sure you'll find someone, Sam," Donna said, if for no other reason than to pull Josh's attention away from Amy. "You're quite a catch, you know."

"I'll say," Amy drawled.

"Okay, I'm done," Toby said, and extinguished his cigar in the ashtray. "Feel free to discuss Sam's sex life, or lack thereof, without me, as much as you want."

"It's almost like we're trying to drive you away, isn't it," Sam said, grinning.

"It worked," Toby grumbled, getting up and pulling on his coat.

"Actually -- you know what, I'm going to walk out with you," Sam said, over the others' protests. "Sorry guys, but I need to talk to Toby about a few things. Uh, non-love-life things," he quickly assured Toby, who breathed out in relief.

"Call me tomorrow," Josh said, sticking his hand out for Sam to shake.

"I will."

And then there were three.

Well.

"Another round?" Amy said brightly.

The band had stopped playing some time before, and the jukebox had started up in the meantime, broadcasting a country-flavored pop tune Donna couldn't quite place. Josh was bobbing his head in time to the music, which wasn't unusual when there was a band playing, but to a cheesy pop song? Yeah, he was drunk. "Sure," Josh said.

"Josh," Donna said. "You've already had three drinks tonight."

"I'm fine," he insisted.

"But you have a --"

"Donna, I'm fine." He signaled the waiter over and motioned for another round for the three of them. "And I'm not sure you're the one to be talking right now, Judy Jetson."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Donna tried to look indignant, but on the inside she was wondering if she could pull that off as a Halloween costume this year. She had the hair, let's face it, and it would be hilarious if she could convince Josh to go as George, except, would that be weird? Judy was the daughter, right? Maybe that would be weird --

"You keep fading in and out like you're losing the signal on your mental TV," Josh said, and she smiled guiltily at the truth of it. Maybe he wasn't the only one who was buzzing at the moment.

"Leave her alone," Amy said. "She's fine, too."

"As long as we're all fine," Donna said lowly, and finished off her current whiskey sour. Her fourth. Or was it fifth? Hmmm.

The waiter brought them their new round, and they clinked glasses. "To Sam," Josh said.

"To Sam," the two women chorused, and they all took a drink.

"I'm pissed that he left," Amy said, running a hand back through her long brown hair. "I was starting to think I might get lucky tonight."

Josh let out a laugh that had a suspiciously high tinge to it. "With Sam?"

She met his gaze, and Donna was struck, not for the first time, by how dark Amy's eyes were. "Who else?"

Josh gulped, and Donna kicked him under the table. She was gratified when he responded by placing his hand on her knee and squeezing, hard. She decided to reciprocate, placing her hand high up on his thigh, dangerously close to his crotch. The joys of drunken groping -- like college all over again, but without the term paper due in the morning.

"You aren't seeing anyone, Amy?" Donna asked, trying to sound like she actually cared, and wasn't at all asking because the other woman appeared to be coming on to her boyfriend.

Amy shrugged and knocked back another swallow of her martini. How many of those had she had, anyway? "No one special," she said. "Couple people here and there, but they don't seem to last much longer than a night, lately."

"One night stands don't seem like your style," Josh said, and again there was an undercurrent as he watched her. It occurred to Donna that Josh and Amy hadn't broken up because they didn't want each other anymore -- as far as she could tell, that had never been part of the problem. Not that they didn't have more than enough other issues to balance that out. Donna inched her hand up even closer to Josh's crotch.

"Maybe you don't know me as well as you think you do, J.," Amy said. She plucked an olive from her drink and popped it into her mouth, then licked the vodka off her fingers.

"Maybe I never did," Josh muttered.

Amy looked from Josh, to Donna, and back again, and Donna wondered if she'd be able to figure out what Amy was thinking if she were less drunk. The odds were against it. "So what about you two?" Amy said, and now Donna thought her tone could definitely be qualified as "baiting." "Everything hunky dory in lovers' paradise?"

Donna and Josh looked at each other, then both opened their mouths and shut them at the same time. "Absolutely," Josh said finally. Donna smiled at what she saw in his eyes, even if they were a bit glassy with drink.

"Great," Amy said, and finished off her martini.

The waiter magically appeared with another tray in hand. "On the house," he said, and placed a new round in front of them.

"Thank you, my man," Amy said, throwing her arms up in excitement.

"Oh, this is going to be ugly tomorrow," Donna moaned, as she nonetheless finished off one drink and reached for the next.

Josh took a swig of his beer, set the glass down with a clunk, and rubbed his eyes blearily. "Yes. In fact, I am drinking now in order to not have to think about how crappy I'm going to feel in the morning."

"Haven't seen you this drunk in a while, J.," Amy observed.

"You haven't seen me in a while, period," Josh slurred. His hand was now actively running up and down Donna's thigh, and she parted her legs slightly to give him greater access. She was already anticipating the drunken sex they'd have when they got home -- alcohol rarely interfered with Josh's ability to perform, thank god, and when you thought about it, that was really strange, considering he did have a sensitive system and --

"Whose fault is that?" Amy leaned back and rested one arm on the back of her chair, and the movement caused her cleavage to shift in the tight-fitting, low-cut black top she wore. She looked great -- no matter what her quarrels with this woman might be, Donna had always been able to admit to herself that Amy had fairly spectacular tits.

Donna looked up at Josh again, and he was staring at Amy's cleavage, too. It kind of ticked Donna off, even though she had just been doing the same thing. "Why don't you just fuck her already," she said, then blushed when she realized she'd said it aloud.

Josh jumped as if stung. "The hell? What are you talking about, Donna?"

"Yes, Donna, what are you talking about," Amy asked, her voice gravely, questioning -- challenging.

"I'm talking about me sitting here, you know, with your hand on my thigh, and you're staring at your ex-girlfriend's chest," Donna said. "Not that it's not a very nice chest, but still."

Amy raised her eyebrows and popped another olive, while Josh fairly had a seizure beside her.

"What are you -- that's ridiculous -- I'm not -- for god's sake, I'm only human!" he finally managed, his voice a strangled yelp.

Donna hit Josh on the back of the head. "Jerk."

"What? You said so yourself, it's a very nice chest," he protested, rubbing his scalp as Amy laughed.

"Objectively!" Donna yelled. "I meant that speaking objectively, as a woman, who has seen a set of breasts or two in her time and who, let's not forget, has a pretty decent set herself. I'm allowed to say that. You're not."

"This is way too compill...complicated," Josh muttered.

"I'm rather fond of the girls myself," Amy said conversationally, adjusting her top. "And if memory serves correctly, Josh was always rather fond of them, too."

"I like girls," Josh said, barely audible. Oh yeah, he was drunk.

"I like girls too, sometimes," Amy said, and looked at Donna.

What is she looking at me for? Donna wondered. "What do you...what are you talking about?"

Amy shrugged. "Nothing, Donna. Forget it." She got up from her seat. "I have to use the loo, I'll be right back," she said. She took one more swig off her drink and walked off. Josh watched her go.

"I'm over here, Josh," Donna said dryly.

He turned back to her quickly. "I know," he whispered. "I know." He put a hand up to her face, tilted her chin up, and kissed her.

She kissed him back, lost in the hot, earthy taste of him, and got light-headed when his hand found her breast. He had so much power over her, and never more so than when she'd been drinking. Still: "Not here," she managed to stammer against his lips.

"I want you so much right now," Josh said, and kissed her harder.

Between his kisses and his hands and the staggering amount of whiskey sours she'd consumed that evening, Donna wasn't sure she'd be able to fend him off from taking her right there on the table, wasn't sure she'd want to, in any case. She wondered what the public decency laws were in D.C. and how much they'd wind up getting fined for a public act of intercourse, when --

"Is this a private party, or can anyone join in?"

They drew apart and both looked up at Amy, who was standing before them with an amused smirk on her face and an unfamiliar glitter in her eyes. One hand was on her hip, the other rested right above her breast, tracing abstract patterns on her skin.

"If this were a porno, you two would kiss right about now," Josh commented, his hands still tangled in Donna's hair.

"No argument here, but I don't think Donna would be interested," Amy said.

"Yeah," Josh said. "Wait...what?"

Donna's mouth was dry, suddenly, and despite the utter ridiculousness of Amy's comment, she found herself wondering what it would be like to kiss another woman. She'd idly wondered before, of course -- not about Amy, just in general, theoretically -- but had never felt the urge to actually act on it. It was only because Josh had already gotten her so riled up that she even considered it at all. "Too bad this isn't a porno, then," she finally said.

Josh was now looking from Donna to Amy and back again, and Donna almost laughed at the eager, puppy-like look on his face. "But...but..." he stuttered.

"Come on, Donna. You don't want to give Josh something he'll remember for the rest of his life?" Amy said, her voice deceptively light. "Look at him, the poor boy is about to have an aneurysm at the very thought."

Donna had to admit Josh's ongoing reaction was highly entertaining -- he was gasping for air now, like a fish out of water -- and she could only imagine what his response would be if she and Amy actually did kiss. She let out a drunken giggle. "That would be really funny," she observed, trying to sound serious and failing miserably.

"Yeah," Amy said, smiling. "It would."

She and Donna looked at each other for a long moment, Josh fidgeting between them, and then Donna got up from her seat and stumbled over to where Amy was standing. "Just one kiss," Donna said, holding up a finger. "Just so we can laugh at him afterward."

"Just one kiss," Amy agreed, dark brown eyes flashing.

The other woman moved closer, and Donna could smell her white musk perfume, and then Amy's lips were on hers. Her lips were soft, thinner than Donna was used to, and through her drunken haze she couldn't help but think how strange it was to kiss someone and not feel any roughness of stubble on their skin. Amy's tongue dipped into her mouth delicately, and Donna opened to her, tasting the vodka martinis Amy had been drinking all night.

They kissed for long moments, their mouths meeting and parting, and then finally they pulled apart, breathing hard. Donna felt a throbbing in her clit that took her by surprise. She turned to look at Josh, who was staring at them, his eyes wide, his mouth hanging open, with a very obvious tent at the front of his pants. Donna would have laughed, were she not so unexpectedly turned on.

"Oh my god," Josh croaked.

"What do you say, Donna?" Amy rasped next to her ear. "You told me and Josh to just fuck already -- so why don’t you join us?"

"I..." Donna eyed her lover, who appeared as though he could easily throw either one of them down on the bar and start pounding away if only given the word. "I don't know." She was surprised by how tempted she was; she'd never done anything like it before, that was for sure. She knew that she was completely secure in her relationship with Josh, so that wasn't an issue -- it wasn't like she was actually worried that Josh would ever fuck Amy behind her back, or, at this point, prefer to fuck Amy instead of her -- but what would it be like to watch him fuck another woman and knowing it was Donna herself he'd be with in the end?

As Donna ran it all over in her mind, Josh blinked rapidly and, with no little amount of effort, pulled himself to a standing position. Donna walked over to him and met his gaze.

"Do you want to?" she whispered.

"I -- what do you think?" he said.

"I don't know," Donna said. "It's so --"

"Donna, I love you," Josh said. "There's no chance of that changing. Ever."

She smiled at him; even though she knew that, she had really needed to hear him say it. "I love you, too," she said.

"So...?" he looked at her inquiringly. "This is your decision, Donna. Whatever you want."

His giving her the power was what sealed it. "Okay," she murmured. He kissed her, hard and fast, then she turned back to Amy. "Let's go," she said.

Amy raised her eyebrows, then grabbed her bag. "Finally."

*****

They arrived at Josh's place following an awkward cab ride passed in near silence. When the three of them got to Josh's bedroom, Amy started taking off her clothes, perfunctorily tossing them in the corner. Donna and Josh gaped at her, unsure how to proceed, and Amy rolled her eyes in exasperation. "Why don't you two start," she said, "and I'll join you."

"Yeah," Josh said huskily. He pulled Donna close and started kissing her, and this was fine, this was familiar, this was exactly what Donna needed right now. They kissed hungrily, tongues clashing, then Josh pulled back briefly to lift Donna's sweater up over her head and throw it to the floor. Their mouths found each other again, and he reached up to cup her breast possessively. She leaned into his touch with a low moan, and began unbuttoning his shirt. When all the buttons were undone, Donna moved to push the shirt down his arms, but another set of hands beat her to it. Josh groaned as Amy, clad now only in her bra and underpants, slid his shirt off, then reached around the front of his body to squeeze his nipples. In a daze, Donna figured she might as well take Josh's pants off, then, so she did so, removing his shoes and socks as well, leaving him in his boxers. Amy was kissing Josh's shoulder, now, practically gnawing at him, her teeth grazing hardened muscle.

Josh pulled Donna back to him, kissing her mouth as Amy continued to suck at his shoulders, and with quick movements he removed Donna's bra, then cupped her breasts again, roughly this time, squeezing the nipples hard between his fingers. Donna gasped, and at the sound Amy's head raised. Donna looked at her, lips parted, then Amy moved from behind Josh's back to pull Donna into a kiss.

This kiss was deeper, more intense than the kiss in the bar, less questioning and more determined. Donna found herself wrapping her arms around Amy and running her hands over the smooth skin of the other woman's back. Josh took advantage of the distraction to crouch down and undo Donna's pants, helping her to step out of them, then doing the same with her panties. As soon as the thin scrap of material was gone Amy slid one hand between Donna's legs.

Donna practically yelped in surprise, and Amy pulled back, not wanting to push it too far. But Donna found she didn't want her to stop, so she took Amy's hand and gently placed it back where it had been, probing gently between her folds. Josh, meanwhile, was relieving Amy of her own underwear, and when he was done, Donna pulled away from Amy to see that Josh had removed his boxers, as well. She held out her hand to him and he went to her, bending his head so he could take one of her nipples into his mouth. Then, without warning, he scooped her up in his arms and lay her down on the bed before continuing to lavish attention on her breasts.

Donna closed her eyes, sighed in delight and tangled her fingers in Josh's unruly hair, almost forgetting that Amy was there until she felt another set of lips close over her one unattended nipple. Her eyes flew open to see each of them nibbling at a breast, suckling hungrily, two mouths setting fire to her skin. The double assault was almost more than she could take, and she writhed beneath them, her hips rising up, her clit screaming for attention.

Seeming to realize what Donna wanted, Amy abandoned her breast and slithered down Donna's body, her hands following her progress, until she was near the end of the bed, positioned between Donna's legs. Before Donna could even process what was happening she felt Amy's breath and then her small, wet tongue against her core, and she cried out in shocked pleasure. Josh lifted his head and kissed Donna briefly, then drew back so he could watch Amy work between Donna's legs. "God," he whispered.

Donna pulled her knees up toward her chest and placed her feet on Amy's shoulders as the other woman licked and sucked at her with devastating persistence. She remembered reading once that the clitoris, small as it was, had just as many nerve endings as the penis, and right now, she could easily believe it. She parted her lips, gasped for air. "Don't stop..." she whispered, which was unnecessary, because Amy showed no signs of slowing down, instead exploring every one of Donna's sensitive folds and creases with her dexterous tongue.

Josh finally shook off his frozen awe and got up off the bed, his rock-hard cock jutting out into the air before him. He walked around the edge of the bed and stood behind Amy, where she was still bent over between Donna's thighs. He pulled Amy's ass up toward him, then slowly pushed into her from behind, forcing her face harder against Donna's core. He stood at the edge of the bed and started pumping into her with a steady rhythm, gripping Amy's hips with his hands, but his eyes never leaving Donna's face.

Donna, for her part, watched Josh, savoring his expression of ecstasy as he thrust into Amy again and again. Through her haze of pleasure Donna was struck by the incongruous intimacy of the moment; she and Josh sharing the bond of receiving pleasure from the same woman. She vaguely wondered what Kinsey would have to say about that, surely in all of his crazy sex experiments he must have monitored a threesome or two, really, the possibilities --

But then Amy moaned against her cunt and the vibrations of pleasure it sent through Donna emptied her mind of anything more than pressing herself up against Amy's soft, relentless mouth, of watching that dark, feminine head bob between her thighs, of surrendering herself to the incredible sensation of Amy's tongue probing her clit. She reached down to place one hand on the back of Amy's head, marveling at how soft the woman's hair was beneath her fingers. She felt a familiar fluttering in her chest, and knew she was close.

"Josh," she panted, looking back up at him. "She's going to make me come, Josh."

Josh groaned and slammed into Amy harder, grunting with the effort of it, making Amy moan again against Donna's cunt, and then Donna was coming, convulsing beneath Amy's mouth, her back arching over and over as she cried out wordless paeans of pleasure.

Amy lifted her head from between Donna's legs and inched up so that she was resting her head on Donna's stomach. She lifted her hips and ass up higher, giving Josh greater access as he continued to thrust into her. "Harder, Josh," she muttered against Donna's skin.

"Almost there," he whispered, then he came with a sharp cry, his face a rictus of ecstasy as he spent himself inside of her. Donna was relieved that even in their drunken states they had managed to establish that both women were on the pill.

Josh joined them on the bed, the three of them collapsed in a panting, sweaty heap. Donna ran her fingers through Josh's hair and brought his hand up to her mouth so she could kiss it.

"Holy shit. That was amazing," he panted. "You're both amazing."

"So noted," Amy said with amusement in her voice, "but I, unlike the two of you, still haven't had an orgasm."

"We should really do something about that," Josh said throatily. He rolled over and trapped Amy's supine body with his, then slithered his way down to the juncture of her thighs. He lifted her legs and placed them over his shoulders with what, Donna realized with a pang of possessiveness, looked like an ease born of doing it many times before.

Amy stretched her arms over her head, her breasts straining upward, and let out a moan of satisfaction as Josh started to explore her with his lips and tongue. Donna watched, fascinated, as her lover cupped Amy's ass with his hands and made loud smacking sounds with his mouth as he feasted on her. Was this what he looked like when he was going down on Donna herself? She was usually too caught up in a fog of pleasure to notice.

Amy bit her lip, then whispered, "God, I've missed this," so quietly that Josh didn't hear her with Amy's thighs pressed against his ears. But Donna did.

Amy realized it, too. Her eyes snapped open and she turned her head to look at Donna. "I'm sorry," she mouthed, then her mouth fell open again in pleasure at what Josh was doing to her, though she kept her eyes on Donna's.

Donna felt a glimmer of satisfaction run through her; Amy could miss Josh all she wanted; he was hers, Donna's, and she knew without a doubt that that wasn't going to change. Let Amy have this night; Donna would have him ever after.

Feeling generous, suddenly, although she realized on some level it was quite insufferable of her to feel that way, Donna got up on her knees and crawled over to where Amy lay. Amy's breasts were indeed spectacular, full, round, with perfect-sized dark pink nipples, and they heaved as Amy panted in bliss. Donna bent her head and took one of those perfect nipples into her mouth, her mouth covering the areola completely, her tongue dipping out to flicker over the hardened nub. Amy let out a ragged sigh and arched her back, urging Donna on.

It was so different than sucking on a man's nipples, Donna reflected. She didn't have to work to suck the sensitive flesh into her mouth, instead it swelled against her lips, the creamy white mound buoyant and lush. She reached over to squeeze Amy's other breast with her hand, enjoying the heft of it, the soft, pendant weight.

"That's perfect," Amy moaned. "Oh my god..."

Donna chanced a look at Josh only to see him watching her, his deep brown eyes locked on the movements of her mouth on Amy's breast. Donna opened her mouth and traced Amy's nipple with her tongue so that Josh could watch her do it.

"Oh my god," Amy said again, oblivious to anything but her own enjoyment. "Oh my god..." And then she came, hard, bucking against Josh's mouth, letting out short, harsh shrieks, eyes squeezed tight. Donna leaned back on her heels, but Josh rode it out, keeping his lips latched on Amy's clit as she spasmed against him.

When Amy finally subsided, covering her face with her hands and emitting soft, quick moans, Josh lifted his head and placed a gentle kiss on Amy's abdomen, before hauling himself up to where Donna now sat on the bed. Without preamble he put his hand on the back of Donna's neck and pulled her to him, kissing her thoroughly. She could taste Amy on him, and it was strange, foreign, tangy and exciting all at once. It tasted different than when they kissed after Josh went down on her, and Donna wondered just how differently all women tasted, and if it were a genetic thing, or maybe it was diet, after all, if what you ate could affect --

"I have to have you right now," Josh rasped against her ear.

She nodded in eager agreement and pushed him down on his back, then straddled him, pleased to see that he was already hard again. She grasped his shaft and with an ease born of practice slowly sank down onto him, smiling when he clutched her hips and whispered her name. Donna ran her hands up and down Josh's forearms, loving as always the hard ridge of corded muscle beneath his skin, the surprising softness of the downy reddish-brown hair that covered his arms. When she started to move atop of him, it was quite simply bliss.

Amy had been lying on her side, watching them silently up to this point, but now, as Josh and Donna started moving together in a leisurely rhythm, she sat up, then moved behind Donna, straddling Josh's thighs. Josh bent his legs at the knee to help hold her up, and Amy encircled Donna's body from behind, reaching up to knead Donna's breasts with her hands.

Donna's eyes fluttered closed for a moment and she leaned back into Amy, feeling the other woman's breasts graze her back. Josh ran his hands over Donna's hips, abdomen, stomach, then covered Amy's hands with his own so they were both squeezing her breasts, until Donna didn't know whose fingers were pinching her nipples, whose hands were massaging her tenderly.

Finally Josh took his hands away and pressed one thumb to Donna's clit, finding it easily and rubbing it with a steady motion. Donna gasped and blindly reached behind her until her hand encountered Amy's warmth, slick and hot to the touch. Amy groaned Donna's name and pressed herself invitingly against Donna's hand until Donna finally found the other woman's clit and began stroking it in time to Josh's thumb on her own center.

"So beautiful..." Josh whispered, something like awe in his voice.

All three of them were moving in tandem, now, Josh's hips rising and falling, Donna riding him back and forth, Josh's hand on Donna's clit, Donna's hand on Amy's clit, Amy's hands on Donna's breasts, all three of them moaning, breathing hard, then moving faster and faster and "Harder," Amy whispered in Donna's ear, and Donna pinched Amy's clit between her fingers and Josh began thrusting frantically up into her, and Donna thought she would split in two from Josh's hard, hot cock filling her combined with the assault on her clit and her breasts and

coming, coming, coming, over and over and "Oh god," and then she felt Josh spill himself inside of her with a rush of wet heat, his groan hoarse and spent, and still coming, coming, coming and then Amy was emitting short, high-pitched cries in Donna's ear, her cunt pulsing against Donna's hand, and coming, coming coming until god, finally, done, done.

The two women fell away on either side of Josh, all three of them gasping harshly for air, slick with sweat. Donna fought to clear her head, to bring back some semblance of coherent thought. Her body tingled and throbbed in a way she didn't think she'd ever experienced before. She curled up against Josh's side and breathed him in, letting his familiar scent ground her. He circled her with his arm and buried his fingers in her hair.

After long, quiet moments, Amy eased herself up and finger-combed her hair. "That was fantastic," she said conversationally.

"Yeah," Josh breathed. "That's one way of putting it."

Amy leaned over to kiss Josh on the forehead, then hopped out of bed and padded her way to the bathroom, grabbing her clothes on the way. Josh and Donna lay still, arms wrapped around each other, placing soft kisses on each other's skin, not speaking. When Amy returned to the bedroom she was fully clothed and rooting through her purse.

"You don't have to leave," Josh said. "Sleep here tonight."

Amy gave them a crooked smile and fished her cell phone out of her bag. "Thanks for the offer, J., but I think I should probably go. Now that the fun's over, three is definitely a crowd."

"Can I call you a cab?" Josh asked, propping up on his elbows, but Amy held up her phone.

"Already covered," she said. "I'll take care of it. You two get some sleep." She walked back to the bed, leaned over, and gently kissed each of them on the lips in turn. "Thanks for a great night," she said. "I'm glad Sam wound up going home early."

"Me too," Josh murmured, and Donna hummed her agreement.

Amy left almost silently, the front door making only the slightest click before she was gone.

Josh pulled Donna closer, turning on his side and burying his face in the crook of her neck. "Did that really just happen?" he wondered.

"I'm not sure I could have ever made that up," Donna said. "Maybe we should talk about this..."

"Not now," Josh said firmly. "Not now."

"Okay," she said, relenting. Josh hoisted himself up so that he was lying on top of her, and they kissed tenderly as she relished his familiar weight.

"I know we just had some mind-blowing sex," Josh said, kissing his way across her chest, "but I'd really like to make love to you right now."

Donna grinned at the sweetness in his voice. "Are you worried that I need some reassurance after watching you fuck your ex-girlfriend?" she asked.

"Do you?" he asked seriously, raising his head to look at her.

She thought about it for a moment, then shook her head. "No," she said. "That was -- amazing. But it wasn't...I don't feel threatened. Really."

"Good," he said, going back to kissing her just above her breasts. "Because what I felt for Amy, once -- what we have is different. What we have -- it's everything."

"I know," Donna said, just as Josh pushed himself inside of her.

She lifted her hips to him, and he lowered his mouth to hers as he started to gently thrust inside of her with slow, sure strokes, completely different from their frenzied coupling of a short time before. One of his hands found hers and their fingers intertwined. They held on to each other as the tempo built, as their breathing grew more ragged.

"I love you," Donna said, as Josh shifted slightly to increase the friction on her clit.

"So much," Josh said, as Donna placed her palm against his cheek.

A few more thrusts and Josh came, quietly, whispering "Mine," over and over as he spent himself with a series of jerks. A few more strokes of Josh's thumb and Donna came, too, clutching at Josh's shoulders and arching up under him.

They wrapped their arms around each other, a tangle of limbs of sheets, holding each other as close as they could get, breathing in each other's breath.

"Don't ever leave me," Josh murmured into her hair.

Donna blinked, surprised at the unexpected plea, at the undercurrent of desperation she heard in his voice. "Never," she said, meaning it. "You know that."

"I know," he said, sounding almost contrite as he covered her neck with feather-light kisses. "I know."

He fell asleep soon after, his arms still wrapped around her, one leg thrown over one of her own, a human blanket. Donna lay awake for a little while longer, listening to Josh's steady breathing and thinking about the unfathomable nature of love.

End.