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Ramona stomped into the coffee shop at roughly three in the afternoon, slouching, a stony grimace on her face. Her hair--neon blue today-- was disheveled and frizzy. She mumbled an order to Julie, the barista, and tossed a couple crumpled bills onto the counter. Ramona went to claim a seat, but stopped, the resentment on her face wiped away by faint surprise. A familiar, freckled redhead lounged in an armchair, slurping a frappe through a straw.
Kim gave Ramona a wave. "Hey."
Ramona sank into the chair across from Kim with a sigh. "Hey, Kim."
Kim watched Ramona in silence for a moment, a hint of concern on her face. "Did Scott do something stupid?"
Ramona tilted her head. "How'd you figure that out?"
Kim shrugged. "Most days you have this kind of shine to you. Like around every corner, there's a new sight to see and you can't wait to get a look. Today, you seem like the only thing you're looking for is a bag big enough to fit your head in."
"And you assumed Scott's the reason, because...?"
Kim sucked her frappe. "He's Scott. Spill? You know I hate people way too much to gossip. Your secret's safe with me."
Ramona rested her fingers on her nose and screwed her eyes shut. "That goddamn suit." She took a breath. "Do you remember the Gilded Palace of Flying Burritos?"
Kim groaned. "It's coming back to me. Unfortunately. That was some tacky Mexican restaurant Scott worked at for like a week, right? Got shut down because the owner was dealing drugs on the side or something? Scott started gushing about that place in the middle of practice once."
Ramona spread her arms. "Well for some reason, when the place shut down, one of the former employees made off with one of those stupid cowboy outfits Scott was obsessed with. Nudie suits. That's what he calls them? Anyways, the employee hopped on some online marketplace hocking it as a 'Vintage Gilded Palace Uniform'."
Kim rolled her eyes. "And Scott jumped on that like a dog on table-scraps."
Ramona nodded. "The guy's practically on the opposite side of the province. Six hour drive one way, to pick up an old uniform from a place Scott worked at for one week. He's paying hundreds for it, too."
Kim set her drink down. "That is indeed some highly Scott behavior. I kind of thought you were cool with that, though. Don't you find that flavor of stupidity... cute, or something?"
Ramona looked away. "Most days, yeah, I'd just think of it as a funny little Scott moment. But today's the anniversary of the day we started dating. Scott already made plans to meet up with this guy and buy the suit before I reminded him what was coming up."
Kim stiffened in her chair and bared her teeth. "Scott blew off your anniversary. To buy a cowboy outfit."
"He said he'd make it up to me next weekend but... I dunno. I wanted tonight to be special. I thought he wanted that too."
Julie's voice rang out from behind the counter. "Ramona Flowers? Your f[BLEEP]ing drink's ready!" A black censorship briefly flashed over her mouth, an effort perhaps to staunch the ire of her manager.
Ramona turned away. "I'll be back in a minute, okay?"
Kim watched Ramona rise to retrieve her drink, her heart bubbling over. There was rage, of course, as there always was when she found herself holding a free front row ticket to one of Scott's fuck ups. More than that, however, was the urge to intervene. There was something unforgivably unfair about the idea of Scott's selfishness and short-sightedness stripping a woman like Ramona of her spark. It wouldn't be the first time he did that to a woman...
As Ramona walked back towards her, a steaming drink in her hand, Kim hurriedly formed a plan. "So um. You know how Roxie and I started dating about a month ago?"
Ramona took a sip, and her eyes faintly widened above her cup. "Yeah. It kind of caught me off guard, to be honest. Thought there weren't any sparks between you two?"
Kim blushed and lowered her eyes. "Well, after the video store went under, we started hanging out. Turns out she's pretty charming when she's not in the middle of trashing my place of employment. She's just got this energy, you know? It feels nice to have someone that enthusiastic around me."
A faintly sad smile formed on Ramona's lips. "Yeah. I do know. I'm glad things are working out for you two."
Kim swallowed. "So. Roxie has been talking about trying out something new. It sounds completely wild. Like nothing I've ever done with anyone before."
Ramona's cheeks faintly pinked as her imagination raced. "Really?"
Kim nodded emphatically. "I know you and Roxie have a messy history, but... you said you wanted tonight to be special, right?"
Ramona stared blankly as her heart pounded in her chest. "...And you want to make tonight special? For me?"
The idea felt stupider by the second, but Kim forced herself to continue. "Yeah. I want you to be our third tonight. Just a one time thing. No strings, no obligations. I'll make sure Roxie keeps her emotional business under control." Kim flashed a hopeful smile. "So. Wanna try something new?"
The noise of chatting customers around them felt distant and blurred. Ramona watched the steam drift off her cup, as she looked back at the history of those she'd loved and those she'd left. Insecurity and guilt over her flightiness needled and tugged at her like a briar patch snagging the fur of a rabbit.
She took a drink, briefly scrunched up her face. Her tea needed more sugar.
"Yeah," Ramona said. "That sounds cool."
Ramona sat on the edge of a king-sized bed, flanked by Kim and Roxie beside her. All three had stripped to their undergarments, but while Kim and Roxie were in panties, Ramona had put on something less familiar.
Roxie beamed giddily, kicked her feet and wiggled, the weight of her thick ass pressing down into the mattress. "I'm so glad you put this together, Kim."
Ramona fidgeted on the bed and studied the ceiling. How many years had it been now, since she and Roxie had shared a bed? Despite the efforts they'd made to settle into friendship and mend the wound of their break-up, they'd barely been able to make eye-contact since she walked in. She had no intention of backing out--even if the thrill of a new experience hadn't been there to keep Ramona ensnared, running away again would open up all the hurt she'd ever done Roxie again. She breathed deep and tried to keep her cool.
Kim smiled and petted Roxxie's head. "I know you've been excited to try this for a while, Roxxie. And you're not the only one." Kim shifted her eyes towards Ramona. "So, how's the diaper feel? Not too snug?"
Ramona glanced down at the diaper Kim had provided her with. Pastel blue clouds and rainbows were printed across the paper. The padding felt thick and soft between her legs and under her ass. The thought of it had seemed absurd at first, but Kim had treated it like the most normal thing in the world, and her reassurance had helped Ramona to relax.
"It's... a lot comfier than I imagined," she admitted. "You sure you wanna go through with this, Roxie? I know you grabbed a 1 UP earlier today, but this seems pretty hardcore, even for you."
Roxie nodded vigorously, her pigtails swaying. "Of course I'm sure! It's perfect." She spread her arms theatrically, and her voice dropped to a dramatic half-whisper. "Sent to my doom by the woman I love in a moment of intimacy, the ultimate betrayal! Discarded as nothing but meat, destroyed, degraded, reduced to mush in your diaper. If I can face up to this, I'll prove there's nothing I can't endure. I'll never feel like less than a full-blooded ninja again."
Kim grinned. "She's always like this. I dug up some pirated 80's anime for her last week, and it was like I plugged her into the wall socket." She fondly played with Roxie's hair. "I'll make sure to be the big mean black-hearted traitor for you tonight."
Roxie looked up at Ramona from under Kim's hand, a twinge of embarrassment dampening her smile. Her voice softened, losing its usual throaty edge. "What about you, Ramona? Am--" She stumbled over her words. "Is this too much for you?"
Ramona blinked, taken off-guard by Roxie's sudden show of consideration. The well-worn path away was clear before her now, obscuring brush swept aside. She hesitated only a moment before turning towards the depths and plunging ahead.
"Nah. It sounds like just what I need, actually."
Kim smiled. "You might wanna take your bra off, Ramona. I'd hate for it to snap while our little porkchop is on her way down the hatch."
Kim casually dropped her panties, and eased the double-ended strap into place. She closed her eyes, and let out a breath, relaxing to let the sex toy slide up into her ginger-bushed snatch. The straps came around and and between her freckled ass cheeks and snapped into place. Ramona and Roxie got into place, Ramona on the far end of the bed, Roxie between the two of them.
Kim smirked, grabbed Roxie by the back of the neck and pushed her down onto her knees, her head towards Kim. "Bend over, meat. Time for you to become a shish-kebab."
Drool slid over Roxie's lips. "Oh, you're so forceful tonight, Kim."
"Shush." Kim slapped Roxie's ass, hard, the sharp sound of impact piercing the bedroom. "The main course doesn't get to complain."
Roxie gasped, her eyes watering with masochistic bliss. "Who's complaining?"
Ramona gulped as she watched the other two intently, her heartbeat beginning to rise. She took in the sight of Roxie's body--not the first time she'd done so, of course, but as her eyes traced over Roxie's juicy breasts, the supple fat of her potbelly and the ample curves of her hips, she felt a new kind of desire rising in her. She licked her lips, and undid her bra, as Kim had told her to. Nude aside from her diaper, Ramona leaned forwards on her hands and knees, her mouth mere inches from Roxie's face, close enough to kiss.
Kim slathered a handful of lube over her strap-on, then yanked down Roxie's panties. "Deep breaths, porkchop. I'm gonna oil you up."
Kim stuck two slick fingers up Roxie's ass. Roxie uttered a little grunt, her eyes briefly widening in shock, then half-lidding as Kim toyed with her asshole, swirling and pumping her fingers to spread the lubricant inside Roxie's butt. Ramona felt her mouth water as she looked upon Roxie's rapturous face.
Kim positioned herself behind the Roxie, the wet tip of her strap-on tickling Roxie's back door. She looked over to Ramona. "Remember to breathe through your nose. Your mouth's gonna be full for quite a while. You ready to take her?"
Ramona gave a quick nod and took hold of Roxie's shoulders.
Roxie beamed. "Bon appetit!"
Ramona's mouth gaped before Roxie's face. Her breath rolled out, hot and steaming, and her drool-slick lips began to slide over the top of Roxie's head. Kim's hands tightened on Roxie's waist to hold her in place, and she eased her hips forward. Roxie gasped as she felt Kim's thick, rubber cock penetrate her, its lubricated girth readily claiming inch after inch of depth as it conquered her ass. Roxie felt herself trapped between the two other women, Ramona's mouth and Kim's strap each serving to ensure escape was as impossible as it was undesired.
Kim leaned forward and drew in Roxie's scent. She gave her ass another squeeze, took the time to appreciate its give and its heft. She looked up at Ramona, the blue-haired girl's drool already soaking Roxie's hair as Ramona took in her flavor.
Kim paused a moment to dwell on what she was about to do, how she was about to degrade and destroy the girl of her dreams. She could feel herself brushing up against an unfamiliar boundary, the knowledge of how twisted the act would be wrapping around her and drawing her in. She drew back her hips, savored how the subtle friction of Roxy's asshole around made the strap pull inside her, and took a breath.
Kim slammed the strap into Roxie with a force that make her lurch forward. Roxie's face slid across Ramona's tongue and her head plunged into the darkness of Ramona's mouth. Kim thrust into her again, her rhythm hard and merciless, each beat driving Roxie deeper into Ramona's maw.
"Take it, meat," Kim growled. "I'm gonna fuck you into her belly and let her melt you down like the slop you are."
Roxie kissed Ramona's tongue fom inside her mouth and moaned. "Fuck me," she begged. "Melt me. Break me down."
Ramona leaned forward and coaxed her jaw to relax and accept her meal. There was such a complexity to Roxie's flavor, a vibrant tang, a faint spiciness like paprika, and beneath it, a bitter note that threw the other aspects of her taste into contrast. There wasn't a single meal Ramona had ever tasted that could ever hope to have the layers Roxie did. She let Roxie's head enter her throat, and took her first swallow. Roxie was plunged from the gentle light of the bedroom into the utter darkness of Ramona's insides.
Kim kept pounding away at Roxie's ass and pushing her girlfriend into Ramona's maw. Roxie slid in past her shoulders, and Ramona's throat bulged as it pulled down Roxie's head. Roxie savored the sensations of Ramona's slick esophagus tight against her face, rippling with muscular power as it pulled her along. Her stomach shook with the force of Kim's fucking, a feverish heat spreading from her asshole up along her back and down between her thighs. Her toes clenched, and her labia gently swelled with her excitement.
Kim eased her pace for a while, let Roxie savor every inch of the strap as it slowly pumped in and out of her. "How does it feel?" she prodded. "Sliding down into Ramona's guts?"
Kim reached around to Roxie's snatch, teased her with her fingertips, felt Roxie's wetness gathering there. From halfway down Ramona's gullet, Roxie gave a muffled, wordless whine of pleasure. Her ass clenched around Kim's strap and her legs quivered.
Kim snickered. "Oh you like it, huh? Nasty little gut-slut. We're gonna give you just what you deserve, you pervert." Kim drew back, breathed deep, and flashed Ramona a wicked grin, her eyes smouldering with desire. "Gulp her down for me."
Ramona closed her eyes and focused on the woman traveling down her throat, the smooth texture of her skin, the supple give of her fat against Ramona's teeth, the ticklish bumps of her nipples sliding over Ramona's lips and across her tongue. Ramona let Roxie slide deeper inside her, her pale belly swelling as it accepted Roxie's head, and Ramona let out a muffled moan as she savored the growing sensation of fullness. She needed more. She put both hands on Roxie's flanks, gripping her like an over-stuffed burrito. It was less an effort to force her in--Kim's pounding already had that task taken care of--and more a gesture of ownership. Roxie was hers tonight, a meal served only to satisfy her. Ramona's throat bulged powerfully and steadily as she swallowed, her jiggling belly swelling more with each gulp she took. A deep, soft moan rose rumbled out of her stuffed mouth, and she reveled in her feast.
Roxie was more than halfway gone now, her hands pinned to her hips by the ring of Ramona's mouth, her ass and legs protruding like a fish's tail from the craw of a pelican. Her voice was louder now, a constant stream of gasps and moans, their volume noticeable even from the depths of Ramona's belly.
Kim settled her hands of the back of Ramona's head. Sweat dripped down across her manic, grinning face as she panted, drawing in breath in a moment of rest. "Bye, Roxie."
Kim laid into Roxie's ass with a series of deep thrusts. Roxie's hips passed into Ramona's mouth with a pop, her bare pussy exposed to the writhing and licking of Ramona's tongue. Kim kept going, fucking Roxie's ass and Ramona's mouth in the same motion, ramrodding her girlfriend's thick ass down Ramona's throat. Kim gave one last thrust, taking Ramona's mouth to the base of her strap, then slowly pulled out, her rubber cock slick with a mix of lube and Ramona's saliva. Ramona grasped Roxie's knees and helped her finish her descent, her thick legs sliding easily down Ramona's throat, her toes giving a last twitch of pleasure before they vanished between Ramona's lips. Ramona swallowed one last time, and gave a contented sigh as Roxie's body settled into the depth of her belly.
Ramona sat back on the mattress, cradling the weight of her immense belly between her thighs, gazing down at her body, wide-eyed. "...Wow. She's really in there, huh? All of her."
Kim cuddled up to Ramona and laid a hand on her belly, groping Roxie through Ramona's stomach wall. "Sure is. Right where she belongs." She leaned over, kissed Ramona's cheek and idly fondled her bare tit. "Can you hear me, Roxie? You're gonna melt inside Ramona. And we're not even going to miss you, because we're going to be too busy having fun together out here."
Kim's degradation turned Roxie's cheeks hot as she sat curled inside Ramona, her nude body drenched in slime, digestive fluids pooling around her ass. Ramona's stomach squeezed and undulated around her, its touch like a wet hug. Yet, she could feel, in the kneading, churning pressure, that Ramona's body instinctually moved to break her down and destroy her. Roxie wet her hand with Ramona's stomach fluid, then took hold of her breasts. She groped herself roughly, gripping and pulling her breast, rubbing and tweaking her nipple. Her asshole still quivered with the stimulation of Kim's fucking, and hearing her girlfriend's voice from outside made her ass clench, as if in acknowledgement of who'd put her in this state. Fingers trembling, Roxie reached between her thighs. Her pussy felt hot, even hotter than the humid, sour air of Ramona's stomach. Roxie slid two fingers over the bump of her clit and into her eager snatch. She panted feverishly and penetrated herself to the knuckles, her hand's motions swift and desperate, determined to drive herself to climax while she still could. She surrendered herself to Ramona's digestive process as she masturbated, let the stomach of the girl she'd once lost have its way with her as she pleasured herself to thoughts of being absorbed by Ramona, fueling her, and in time, being the load intimately emptied from her bowels.
Ramona's face flushed as Kim idly played with her. "I can feel her touching herself inside me." Her voice was a hushed whisper.
Kim grinned and kissed Ramona's neck. "Bet you'll like how this feels."
Kim massaged Ramona's belly, her hand sliding smoothly yet firmly across its pale swell. She painted a trail of hot kisses down along Ramona's shoulder, across her chest, circling her soft breast, yet not meeting its center. Her hand snuck lower too, sliding beneath Ramona's belly and slipping under the waistband of her diaper. The paper quietly crinkled against Kim's knuckles. Ramona shuddered and gasped as Kim's fingers went to work, caressing her slick slit, pressing their way inside her, gentle enough to show care, yet firm enough to show confidence. Kim clamped her mouth down on Ramona's nipple, and sucked. Ramona threw her head back and cried out, overwhelmed, as Kim's tongue wriggled and writhed against her tit. Kim lightly bobbed her head to pull and press at Ramona's breast with her mouth while she fingered her. Ramona ran her fingers sweetly through Kim's hair as Kim suckled.
Ramona's arousal stimulated her digestive process, and her stomach went to work on Roxie in earnest now. Digestive fluids drenched her hair and soaked into her skin, and the motions of Ramona's stomach became more vigorous, its heat and clenching pressure more intense. The tingling of her skin made Roxie buzz with stimulation. Roxie could hear Ramona's moans outside as her beloved Kim pleasured her, could even hear the gentle slurping of Kim's mouth on Ramona's breast. She could feel herself softening, her plush form becoming less and less solid by the second, that blissful melting sensation beginning to spread from her body to her mind as she sank deeper into her erotic pleasure. She was gradually losing her shape, her very being remade into what Ramona's body wanted to make of her; slop. Minutes ticked by as she masturbated desperately, stewing in the degradation of both her body and her pride.
With a last hungry suckle, Kim drove Ramona to climax. She cried out and squirted, her juices eagerly soaked up inside her diaper. Her back arched, her body stiffened, and her stomach clamped down furiously around Roxie. Roxie hit orgasm to the sweet sound of Ramona's voice and the feeling of her stomach moving to claim her. A muffled, croaking sigh escaped her gooey lips, and her pussy gushed, her fluids eagerly mixing with the soupy mess inside Ramona's stomach. Another moment passed, and she gave in to the muscular pressure around her; Ramona's stomach squashed Roxie into a shapeless mass of greasy chyme.
Ramona gave a quiet belch as Roxie went still inside her, then lay back on the bed, slick with sweat and steaming with afterglow. "Wow... my mouth still tastes like ninja." She patted her belly gently, felt the gurgling bubble within as Roxie's remains continued to dissolve inside her.
Kim slowly lifted her lips from Ramona's breast. "Gotta say, watching you gulp Roxie was the most fun I've had in years." She petted Ramona's head. "You did a great job melting her down. I can tell the little perv enjoyed herself."
Ramona smiled. "Thanks for having me over."
Kim held her gaze in silence for a moment, a tension pulling at her within. "So. Did I make tonight special?"
Ramona leaned against her, pressing in with the weight of her swollen belly. "Mmm. This should be special for both of us." She grasped Kim's shoulders and gave her a broad smile. "I've realized I want to take the lead for a while."
Kim's eyes subtly widened with intrigue. "Oh yeah? What did you have in mind?"
Ramona kissed Kim's cheek and brought her lips against Kim's ear. "You liked watching me digest your girlfriend, huh?" she murmured. "Maybe you'd like to be nice and close to her on the way out. Get a big whiff of what I turned her into."
Kim could feel herself beginning to tilt back as Ramona straddled her. "Yeah," she whispered. "I think I would."
Kim let herself fall to the mattress, Ramona on top of her, the sloshing mass of her belly pressed between them. They kissed, softly at first, but Ramona's growing desire swiftly spurred her on, her mouth open against Kim's. Kim let Ramona push her tongue inside, heart pounding with the rush of their betrayal. Roxie was sludge, and Kim was kissing the woman who'd melted her. The weight of Ramona's body gradually helped to squeeze Roxie's remains along as she made out with Kim. Gallons of dissolved half-ninja gradually drained into Ramona's intestines, a thick, rich goop to be processed and absorbed. The surge of nutrients made Ramona's body buzz like a sugar rush. Minutes ticked by as she and Kim kissed, the mass in her guts slowly getting smaller, denser, lower. Roxie's form became more solid, not a soup anymore, but a long series of soft, brown chunks, winding slowly through Ramona's intestines.
Ramona let out a deep fart, the bassy tones rumbling through the padding of her diaper. She broke the kiss and smiled down at Kim. "Feel's like Roxie's new color is about done. Bet she'll look good as a brunette."
Ramona repositioned herself on top of Kim, facing towards her feet, reached between Kim's legs and gently spread her thighs. She settled her weight down onto Kim's face, her cushioned butt resting softly against Kim's nose. Ramona undid the straps and carefully slid the dildo out of Kim, then brought her lips down and kissed Kim's bare thighs. Kim twitched beneath her, pleasured groans muffled by the thick padding of the diaper against her face. Ramona brought her nose against Kim's wet snatch, nuzzled it as she drew in the hot, salty scent of Kim's musk. Her mouth watered. She parted her lips, tucked her head between Kim's thighs, and kissed Kim's cunt. Kim's voice grew louder, and she squeezed her thighs around Ramona's head. Kim writhed beneath Ramona's body, bucking her hips against Ramona's face as Ramona's tongue thrust and swirled inside her. As Ramona pressed her lips against Kim's and worked her tongue deep inside Kim's snatch, she felt Roxie sliding along through her bowels.
Ramona paused a moment in her oral service, breathed deep and relaxed. Her asshole slowly expanded to let Roxie out. The first large, creamy lump of shit emerged from between her cheeks, smearing her diaper brown as it settled.
Kim took a deep breath, soaking her nose with the stench of Ramona's shit. She basked in the aftermath of Roxie's destruction, savored the way the steamy warmth graced her skin. The diaper continued to bloat and expand as Ramona filled it, swelling around Kim's head like a beanbag, pounds and pounds of soft shit weighing down against her face, the load growing heavier by the second. The massive load of diaper-filling half-smothered her, and every breath she managed was saturated in the rich stench of the waste she'd helped make Roxie into.
Kim came, her voice high-pitched and wordless, audible despite the layer of padding and mass of warm shit her face was buried under. Her pussy rewarded Ramona's efforts with a hot mouthful of squirt. Ramona savored the salty, tangy taste of Kim, and gulped down her juices to the last drop. Roxie finished her journey through Ramona's colon, and Ramona breathed a happy sigh as she emptied her bowels and pinched off the last chunk of turd into her diaper.
Ramona wasn't in a hurry to move. She lay atop Kim for a good few seconds, savoring the moment, before finally scooting forward, pulling her diaper off of Kim's face and onto her chest.
Kim gasped for breath, her face drenched in sweat. "Ohhh fuck."
Ramona look back at Kim over her shoulder, a smile on her lips as she took in the details of Kim's face. Something tugged at her heart, a fondness beyond mere lust. "So. Have fun?"
Kim nodded, a bliss-drunk smile on her face. She wrapped her arms around Ramona's diaper and hugged the bulging, squishy mess that had formerly been her girlfriend. "Most fun I've had in years."
A bright chiptune jingle sounded in the bedroom, and Roxie's life counter flashed in the air before them, an 8-bit icon of her face displayed over the number "06". The "06" rolled down to "05", the room briefly pulsed light and dark, and Roxie appeared before them, nude, but utterly unharmed.
Roxie blinked once, grinned, and dove into the bed with a squeal. She latched onto Ramona's diaper, pressed her face against it, and huffed the scent of Ramona's still-warm shit. "Oh that was incredible. God, just look at what you did to me! Quick, Kim, let's snap a pic. I want to make sure we have something to hang onto once we put this load out with the garbage."
With some difficulty, Ramona lifted herself and gave Kim space to wriggle out from under her. Kim and Roxie helped Ramona remove the diaper, then secured the top, as if tying a trash bag.
Kim drew a wet-wipe from the box on the dresser. She wiped the smears of shit from between Ramona's cheeks with a gentle, caring touch.
Kim looked to Roxie as she performed her aftercare. "Want me to take the picture so you can be in it?"
Roxie scoffed and gestured to the diaper. "I'm already right there. You and Ramona sit with me in the middle, and I'll take the shot."
Kim gave an affectionate roll of her eyes. "Hey, whatever you say. This whole thing was your idea to begin with."
After she finished wiping Ramona's ass, Kim briefly left to the restroom to wash her hands. She returned to take a seat on the bed and pose for Roxie's camera.
Kim leaned against the diaper, one arm draped over the top as if across Roxie's shoulders, tugged down one eyelid and stuck out her tongue. Ramona sat on the other side of the diaper, and flashed a peace sign. There was a hint of distraction to her smile, her eyes not quite focused on the camera, but some unknown point floating in the distance beyond it.
Roxie steadied the digital camera. "Say, 'pamps'!" A click, a flash, and their night together was preserved. "Want me to send you the pic, Ramona? A little souvenir?"
Ramona had begun to put her bra and panties back on, but she paused a moment, fumbling with the hooks. "Yeah, thanks. Please send it."
She secured the bra straps, took a breath and looked Roxie in the eye. She thought of their history together, of the winding, stuttering path that brought them together again. Her eyes wandered to Kim, and she thought of how just hours ago, Kim had invited her here to share this night.
"I changed my mind," she said.
Kim quirked an eyebrow. "Did you, now?"
Ramona fidgeted and rubbed her arm. "I don't want this to be a one-night stand. The kind of excitement and happiness you two gave me tonight... I know Scott won't give me anything like this. He couldn't if he tried."
Roxie stared, wide-eyed. "So... you want to start dating me again?"
"No." Ramona reached out, took Roxie and Kim's hand. "I want to start dating both of you. If you want to, I mean."
Roxie palmed at the back of her neck. "Both of us... like, at the same time?"
Kim shrugged. "I'm down. It's been fun so far, so why not?"
Roxie hesitated.
Ramona looked her in the eye and gave her hand a firm squeeze. "You deserved better than I gave you the first time around. You're worth so much more than I could see back then. I want a chance to do better."
Roxie fought back a smile. "It's not like I don't want this." She gulped. "I really want this. I'm just worried we'll blow up at each other. I don't want to put you through that again."
Ramona smiled. "Maybe what we really needed was someone else to help keep us stable. You can get heated, but I can, too. I think it'd be nice to have a cooler head to balance us out." She glanced to Kim. "Keep us cool. We'll keep you warm. So, girlfriends?"
Kim nodded.
Roxie wrapped her arms around Ramona and Kim and pulled them close. "Girlfriends."
"We should go out tomorrow," said Kim, her voice tender and thoughtful. "Have our first real date."
Roxie pumped her fist. "Hell yeah! How about that Italian place down the street? I hear they make totally badass garlic bread."
Ramona cracked a grin. "Works for me. Anything besides Mexican food."