I can't believe this is happening, Ryan thought, his expression dazed as he took a seat on the edge of Amy's bed.

...whatever "this" is.

Syd had moved quickly. Taking Amy by the hand, she'd practically flown out of the kitchen, dragging the taller woman along behind her. Both of them were now sequestered in her bathroom. Through the closed door, he could hear the indistinct murmur of their hushed conversation, occasionally punctuated by Syd's high-pitched, cackling laughter.

Unsure what he was supposed to do with himself as he waited, Ryan examined his surroundings. The room hadn't been included in the previous tour of the apartment he was given.

It was very Amy.

The bed he was sitting on was neatly-made, pillows carefully stacked and arranged, corners of the pink sheets crisply folded and tucked beneath the mattress. He vaguely remembered a Marine drill sergeant, in some TV show or movie he'd watched, dropping a quarter onto a recruit's bunk to test if the blankets were stretched sufficiently taut. Although he couldn't try it out at the moment, he felt certain that Amy's had been pulled in tightly enough that the coin would bounce.

Pastel pink curtains, currently pulled back to show the city skyline, matched the sheets and pillowcases. Compared to the madhouse that was Syd's room, the walls were only sparsely decorated. There were a few framed citations for various awards, a college diploma, and a hanging calendar labeled PROTECT OUR PLANET (which drew a wry smile) with the picture for the current month showing a panda bear draped lazily over a tree branch.

Not a speck of dust or dirt visible anywhere, of course.

Hearing a loud creak, his attention snapped back to the bathroom. The door opened a crack, allowing Syd to slip out through the gap.

"Take your time," she said encouragingly over her shoulder before closing it behind her.

Ryan beckoned her over, and she flopped down onto the bed beside him with a grin. Her mane of blue and black curls fanned out like a stormcloud around her head, complimenting the mischievous expression of joy on her face.

"This is going great so far," she told him.

"Yeah, sure. Great." Lowering his voice, he whispered, "Uh, look, Syd... what the hell is going on?"

Raising her head from the mattress, she shot him a flat look.

"Weren't you listening earlier?" she asked.

"I was!" he protested. "...I'm just not sure how we got from there to... here."

"Like Amy said, we had a talk."

"A talk," he repeated skeptically.

"A talk," she confirmed. "About things."

"Things like what?"

"Well, you see, when a girl and a guy and another girl like each other very much –"

"Syd, please, be serious. I'm asking you if you're sure that this is a good idea."

"It's something that I want, Ry, and it's something that Amy wants." One of her hands slid up his thigh as she spoke. When her fingertips brushed against his growing stiffness, she chuckled. "Feels to me like it's something this guy wants, too. Why wouldn't it be a good idea?"

"Our relationship is already kind of... complicated, Syd. Things have been moving pretty fast between us. Not that I mind!" he hurried to add when she frowned. "I'm just saying... we've been dating for all of a week. Even if you're both okay with bringing Amy into this, it's a heck of a big step for us to take, and I think we should at least talk about it first. Make sure everything is out in the open. I don't want to risk either of you getting hurt."

Taking her hand off his leg, Syd leaned against him. Her eyes drifted closed as their lips met in a gentle kiss.

"Mm."

The quiet moment stretched.

Finally, she pulled back, staring into his eyes with an unusually-solemn expression.

"I know that you care about us, Ryan. Believe me. Amy and I talked it over like grown-ups, and we understand what it is that we're getting ourselves into. Sure, we might fight sometimes," seeing his raised eyebrow, she amended, "okay, we might fight all the time, but I love her like a sister.... more than my actual sisters, really. I never would have suggested anything like this if we didn't both trust you." She kissed him lightly on the cheek. "I trust you, and I want you to trust me the same way. You like her, I like her, she likes us. It's going to be fine."

"...okay." He sighed. "I trust you. If you think we can make this work, then I suppose I'm willing to give it a try." A pause. "So, is Amy going to want to... you know...?"

"Hm. Probably not on the first night. She likes to watch."

"...to watch? That's unexpected."

"It takes all kinds." Syd shrugged. "Amy's a little new to all this."

Well, that makes two of us.

"Wait, is THAT why she was outside the tent –"

"Amy gets shy when it comes to touchy-feely stuff," Syd interrupted, pointedly ignoring his question. "We'll have to take it slow, ease her into it." Raising her voice, she continued, "If she's listening in, now would be a good time for her to come out and join us!"

There was another creak, and Amy stepped out of the bathroom, her cheeks slightly flushed.

"Hello, Ryan," she said quietly once she was standing beside them.

"Hi," he responded lamely. "So..."

"So, we're going to be taking a shower," Syd said, hopping back to her feet. "You've both done that before, right? The first step is to take your clothes off."

"Right." Amy nodded firmly, then shot them an uncertain glance. "I suppose I'll just... take my clothes off, then."

Already stepping out of her pants, Syd gave Ryan a look encouraging him to join her. Pushing aside any lingering doubts, he started to unbutton his shirt.

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Amy followed suit after a brief hesitation, pulling her own shirt off in a single convulsive motion.

"Hey, look," Syd said to Amy, pointing at Ryan, "somebody else likes to watch, too!"

Smiling shyly, she continued to disrobe, allowing him to admire the toned muscles of her back as she bent down to take off her socks.

"I can think of some things I'd rather do than watch." Reaching across his bandaged waist, he tugged the shirt off, drawing a noise of enthusiastic approval from Syd. "Are you sure that shower is going to be big enough for all three of us?"

Amy glanced over at the glass-enclosed shower space.

"Ah, we can try?"

Picking up on her reluctance, Syd stepped forward. Taking Ryan's hand in her much smaller ones, she drew him closer, looking up into his face with an impish smirk.

"Maybe we ought to give her a bit of a show first. Y'know, to help her relax?"

"Hmm. I'm not sure." Ryan pretended to consider the suggestion. Turning to Amy, he asked, "Would you like that?"

The statuesque blonde had backed away to give the two of them room, and was staring, wide-eyed, her expression shifting rapidly back and forth from embarrassment to rapt fascination.

Swallowing, she said, "Please do."

Pressed against his side, her big brown eyes still locked on his, Syd fumbled for the button on his pants with questing fingertips. He felt a release of pressure, his fly popping open as she finally found her goal. A moment later, her hands plunged under his waistband.

"Fuck, I can't get over how big this thing is," she sighed, carefully pitching her voice so that Amy could overhear. "It's amazing."

Amy let out a stifled moan, then covered her mouth, mortified, when she noticed they were both looking at her. Ryan gave her a smile that he hoped was encouraging before returning his attention to Syd.

"Ames, would you do us a favor and start the shower? I want to taste him, but, well... we've been out in the woods for the past week."

The request seemed to snap Amy out of her agitated state. Blinking, she giggled, a shockingly-girlish sound.

"I know what you mean," she said as she walked into the bathroom. "I was starting to feel like I was back on deployment."

After turning the water on, she paused, contemplating, eventually deciding to take a seat on the countertop. Although she was still in her underwear, one of her hands slowly crept between her thighs as she watched, seeming to be moving on its own volition without her notice.

Releasing Ryan's length, Syd turned to face Amy and raised her arms overhead. He trailed his fingers up her back and around her arms and stomach, tracing random paths over the fabric before finally gripping her top and pulling it off. She wasn't wearing a bra underneath it.

The discarded article of clothing fluttered to the floor, already forgotten, as he palmed her breasts. They didn't quite fill his hands, but they were firm and her nipples were hard enough to cut glass. Whimpering at his touch, she arched back, grinding her pert ass against him in sensuous circles.

"Oooh, Ryan. I need to... mmm... to feel you inside me again."

Another soft moan escaped from Amy's tightly-closed lips.

Syd turned to help him out of his own pants and underwear.

"This thing messed me up so good," she said, one hand slowly stroking up and down his shaft as she spoke. "I can't wait for you to do it again." Hearing Amy moan in response, she observed, "I think that's what Amy wants, to see me get messed up. Is that what you want, Amy?"

"...yes." she whispered. "It is."

Looking down, Ryan enjoyed the view of the petite woman's small hands struggling to close around his shaft. She stepped to the side, making room so Amy could watch the motion.

The tension built, along with Ryan's need... and, he could see, with Amy's, as well. Her hand was clamped firmly between her legs, her expression slackening as the show got more and more heated.

When it looked like she was in danger of exploding, he gently extracted his cock from Syd's grip. Turning her back around, he slowly pulled her panties down. At the sight of her tight alabaster cheeks, he felt his desire surge. He wanted to take her, right now.

With an effort, he leashed the urge. There was another woman present, and she had her own needs. This might be uncharted territory for him, but he was going to do his best to make a show of it for their audience.

Remembering Syd's reaction from the night before, he cupped her delicate throat lightly with a hand, using it as leverage to pull her in for a kiss.

She squealed in delighted surprise, her lips parting eagerly as the kiss deepened, practically sucking his tongue into her mouth. He could taste the cheap tequila on her breath as she relaxed into his grip.

They separated, and she was breathing harder, the flushed tone of her skin now nearly a match for Amy's.

Using his best command voice, he barked, "Enough playing around. Into the shower with you, dirty girl!"

The words were accompanied by a playful swat that drew a startled yelp from her.

"Sir, yes, sir!" Syd said, snapping briefly to attention before opening the glass door and stepping inside.

From the other side of the fogged glass divider, Ryan reached into the stream of hot water. Grabbing a bottle at random, he squirted a generous dollop of soap into Syd's cupped hands. As she began to lather up her smooth, gorgeous skin, Ryan turned to address Amy.

"You're up next," he told her, then stepped inside without closing the door.

Ryan stood half-in and half-out of the stream, keeping his bandages dry. Taking his entrance as her cue, Syd began to rub soap across his feet and legs, working in a quick, efficient and mostly-chaste fashion to clean him off. Filling his own hands with soap, he returned the favor, starting at the neck and moving down her slender arms, his palms gliding over the striking pattern of black skulls and intertwining flowers that ran from her shoulder to her wrist.

"Thank you, Ryan," Amy said, raising her voice just loud enough to be heard over the running water.

"For what?" he asked, glancing up while his hands continued their work.

"For not... judging me."

"What's there to judge?"

"Wanting this." Her deepening blush wasn't caused by the steam that had gradually filled the room. "It's... not exactly normal, I know. I didn't want to tell you. Honestly, I didn't even want Syd to find out, and she's a pervert."

"Hey! That's –" Syd's voice hitched as Ryan stopped scrubbing to give her butt a squeeze. "Oooh. Well, that's not totally wrong, I guess."

"I was so worried what you would think about it, if you knew. What you would think about me."

"Amy," Ryan began, "I've been abducted and dragged across the galaxy on an alien spaceship. You're going to have to try a lot harder than that if you want to freak me out."

"You're not just saying that?" Amy searched his face, looking for some sign of deceit. "You... don't think it's weird, or gross?"

"Of course he doesn't," Syd blithely reassured her. "It's super hot."

"It's super hot," he agreed. "Every guy fantasizes about finding himself in a situation like this."

"That's what I – ahh!" Ryan's fingers skimmed along her lower lips as he continued to rub the suds across her body. "That's what I told her."

"She did," Amy confirmed. "But I didn't believe it. I'm still not sure if I do... it seems too good to be true." Glancing away, she added, "You seem too good to be true."

"Well, it's the truth." Ryan moved aside so that Syd could step under the showerhead, admiring the way the bubbly white foam ran along her gleaming curves as the water washed it away. "If you want to watch us, and Syd's okay with it, then I certainly don't mind."

"And later, if you decide you want more than that –"

"Syd!" Amy squeaked.

"Hey, I'm just saying!" She waggled her eyebrows. "It's an open offer, alright?"

The blonde woman's blush couldn't have gotten any redder.

"I'll... keep it in mind."

A silence followed, broken only the sound of the shower drumming against the tile floor.

Ryan reached for Syd again, but Syd stopped him, placing a hand atop his.

"Hold on," she said. "Amy's going to tell us what she wants us to do next."

"She is?" Ryan asked.

"I am?" Amy echoed.

"You are," Syd told her seriously. "We're putting on a show for you, aren't we? That means it's your job to direct the action."