Second Time's A Charm

Alex had to admit that she had been surprised that Morgan had wanted to try it all again a second time. She had thought that the first time had just been a happy accident, that booze and the Christmas spirit had put everyone into a sharing mood and that her friendship with Morgan and Brody, as well as the fact that they had been separated from the group, had just given them the perfect opportunity to experiment. When things had ended with Brody she had been so thrilled for him to finally tell Morgan how he felt, having been brought up to speed on the nature of their relationship in a somewhat disjointed and half-hearted attempt at not overwhelming her. Upon meeting the famous redhead, Alex had been entirely convinced that there was nobody in the world who was better for her friend. She just had never expected that their relationship was going to involve her in any sort of way. But the truth was that she liked Morgan - she considered the other girl to be among her closest friends at this point, something that she already assumed that she considered Brody to be as well.

She smiled at her friend as she seemed to fuss over her dress in anticipation of Brody coming home and she shook her head. "Stop. You look beautiful. And you already know that Brody is going to want to bang you. It's me being here that I'm sure is going to confuse him."

She, admittedly, had not put nearly as much effort into her appearance as Morgan had. After her mid-day Friday class, she had gone back to her dorm and changed into something more comfortable, which for her had meant that she had kept her jeans on but had opted to change into a slightly nicer top. She had figured that the flannel button-up that she had worn to class had maybe not been the sexiest thing to wear to a threesome. Saying that word, even in her head, made her stomach flop with excitement.

Brody had finished class, heading back to his apartment with the hope that Morgan had already arrived. He had gotten used to their routine, enjoying the fact that she had been so great at establishing time for them together throughout their weekends. He had felt a little guilty over the fact that she was consistently making her way up to Ithaca to see him, but he had to admit that he liked the isolation that they seemed to get from being in his apartment versus being in the city.

Opening the door to his apartment, he grinned spotting her, but his grin faltered slightly at seeing Alex there too. "Hi," he greeted Morgan brightly. "What's going on?" he asked them both, looking between the two girls.

Shutting the door behind him, he turned back to the two girls, looking between them for a moment. Morgan's greeting did nothing to explain exactly what was going on, though if he let his imagination begin to wander he was sure that he could piece it all together. He hadn't wanted to jump to conclusions on the off-chance that there was nothing going on here that meshed with his trail of thoughts, but he couldn't help the memories that quickly rose to the surface. The last time the three of them had all been alone in his apartment there had been a lot of giggling, a lot of tentative touches and kisses, and ultimately they had engaged in a situation that he wasn't sure he would soon forget.

In some way, he was even more appreciative of the last time that they had been together for no reason other than the fact that he was prepared for the way that Morgan had advanced on Alex. The last time anything like that had happened he had ended up breaking a glass and at the moment he had no desire to have to stop and clean shards of glass from the floor again. Still, he wasn't sure that he was ever going to be entirely used to anything like this happening, and quite frankly, he wasn't sure that was a bad thing.

Despite the fact that Alex knew that it was coming, her breath still caught in her throat as Morgan pressed her lips against her own but it took almost no time at all for her body to react instinctively. She had thought that what had happened on the night of their little Christmas celebration would have been just a one-time thing, that it was just an experience that she and Brody had wanted to get out of their system now that they were together, so she had to admit that she had been surprised when Morgan had brought up the idea of doing it again. She had even surprised herself by being so sure that it was something that she wanted to do again. There was no doubt in her mind that it was one of the most unique, enjoyable, and strangely fantastic nights of her life, and she figured that it had a lot more to do with the fact that it had all happened with two of her best friends.

Two friends, she quickly realized, that she actually enjoyed kissing quite a lot. Responding eagerly to Morgan's kiss, she moved a hand to cup the other girl's cheek, pulling her closer.

Brody wasn't initially sure what he was supposed to be doing. His first instinct was to somehow get himself involved, but a large part of him kept saying that he shouldn't get involved and just see how things shook out. At the moment, Morgan and Alex seemed perfectly capable of entertaining themselves for the time being, and part of him distinctly remembered Morgan being fond of him watching them. The trouble was that the more that he watched them the more he was itching to get involved.

Alex laughed at Morgan's compliment, "Thank you," she told her friend. "Should we..." She trailed off, entirely unsure what exactly the next move was supposed to be here.

"Yes," Brody interjected. "What next, Morgan?"

There had been very few times in his life where Brody had ever thought that he would find himself in a situation like this. In fact, if he was being entirely honest, it was only after things had begun the last time that he thought that it was something that was ever even plausible. Like any teenage boy, he had thought about what something like this would have been like though until his feelings for Morgan had changed those thoughts had mostly revolved around celebrities who wore too little clothing. Now, with both of these girls in front of him, he couldn't stop picturing the last time that they had all been here. Coupled with the fact that he still couldn't stop watching the two of them together, he had to keep reminding himself that this was actually happening.

Morgan had hesitated briefly once inside of his bedroom and he had hesitated in return. His body was urging him closer to her but his head argued that giving into his baser instincts also meant that whatever was happening between Morgan and Alex would have momentarily stopped - and he wasn't entirely certain he wanted that to happen either. As if she had heard his own mental debate, Morgan had moved in on Alex, catching her in another kiss and feeling the other girl's body. He smiled at them softly when he heard Morgan compliment their friend, amusement lingering in his own question about what had happened to the little redheaded girl who had once chased her sister, Neiko and himself around the Penthouse. Things had certainly changed, and not at all for the worst.

It had never really been a competition, Alex knew, but every time Morgan made her way over to her instead of toward Brody, she couldn't help but feel a little triumphant. Smiling against Morgan's lips, she kissed her back slowly at first, tentatively testing them both to see how quickly they remembered how this all worked. Feeling the other girl's fingertips brush against her skin as she reached the hem of her shirt, she smiled again. "You're so pretty," she returned, bending forward and kissing her again, much more hungrily this time. She tangled a hand in Morgan's hair, forcing the kiss deeper before moving her hands down her body, tracing the curve of her jawline, the rise of her breast, and grasping the hem of Morgan's shirt, pulling away from her lips only long enough to pull it off and add it to the pile growing on the floor. "Bed?" she questioned softly.

Alex couldn't help but giggle a little as they climbed onto the bed, still attempting to kiss each other in a clumsy sort of way. She wasn't sure that she would ever mentally get used to the fact that all of this was happening with a third person in the room, but she did appreciate the way that Morgan seemed a little quicker to respond with the knowledge that Brody wasn't far away. She bit her bottom lip, urging a moan to keep from sliding past her lips as Morgan's lips pressed against a tender part of her skin.

She felt incredibly exposed without her pants or shirt on and having Morgan pause for a second to turn to Brody had made her feel momentarily self-aware. When her friend turned her attention back to her, she smiled and pulled her close, stifling her own hesitation by kissing Morgan again, letting her hands roam across the other girl's skin.

Alex took a deep intake of breath as Morgan touched her through her bra, chewing at her lip to try and stifle more of the cries that she was threatening to emit. A moan did escape her lips, however, when she felt Morgan's touch move to touch her over her panties. She could feel her body react by getting warmer, wetter even, and she tried to press herself closer to her friend's hand. When she felt the bare press of Morgan's hand slide under the fabric, there wasn't any amount of biting her lip that could have kept the loud moan from passing her lips, nor could she stop herself from trying to drive her hand closer to her body. She just wanted her to keep touching her, for anyone to keep touching her if she was being honest. "Oh, Morgan..." she moaned softly.

Brody wasn't sure how much longer he could sit by and watch them without getting involved himself. As much as he knew that Morgan enjoyed being watched at the moment, he could feel his body quickly reacting to the two girls as they continued to fool around on his bed. He was afraid to say anything just in case he caused the moment to come to a crashing halt, but at that very second he was trying to figure out whether it would be worse to interrupt or worse to sit by and do nothing. "Morgan," he started softly, having to clear his throat lightly.

"Oh," Alex moaned softly as her body seemed to contract around the feeling of Morgan's finger slipped inside of her. She closed her eyes to let the sensation wash over her, feeling her muscles tightening around the soft digit inside of her. Morgan continued to work up a rhythm, but at the sound of her voice turning to Brody, she allowed her eyes to open. "Don't stop," she encouraged her friend, urging her to continue the steady pace of her movements in spite of the fact that they weren't alone in the room.

Brody had to admit that he agreed with Alex, at the moment he didn't particularly want Morgan to stop what she was doing to Alex either. He just wanted to be part of it. "Were you planning on having me sit here the whole time?" he questioned, wondering what would happen if he just joined them on the bed. He really wanted nothing more than to strip Morgan down and do to he everything that she had been doing to Alex. Actually, he was sure that he would have loved to have taken a turn with each of them, as long as Morgan was okay with it.