Camp a Trois

CHAPTER 2: ALONE TOGETHER (there may be more to this chapter later)

The sun's warmth streaming though a nearby window was what first woke Billie the following morning. She stretched her languid form as far as it would go in every direction, and relaxed with a small sigh. When she opened her eyes, she saw the interior of a cage that was clearly not hers... though the sound of two snores behind her quickly reminded her that she'd stayed with the boys that night. Billie sat up and rubbed her face and head, fluffing out her mussed-up 'clean carrot'. She scooched backward until her back rested against the cage bars, and sat so she could watch her friends sleep for a few minutes before starting her day. Billie noticed the two males' positions as they lay there together. Brain had his arms wrapped around Pinky's waist from behind, and his face was buried into the fur of the taller mouse's back. The connotations of this made Billie grin inside and out... she thought it very sweet, and sexy, that the two were so openly intimate with one another. Well, Pinky was anyway. But even though Brain was so painfully shy about his sexuality toward anyone else but Pinky, Billie found this very trait one of Brain's most endearing. The way he would act like such a badass when trying to conquer the planet, but then turn red and hide behind Pinky whenever she displayed any flirtation toward him just made him so lovable to her. He didn't have the natural, beguiling sensuality that gave her such a strong physical attraction to Pinky, but he was certainly enjoyable to be around. Ah, but Pinky... Pinky was not to be sold short, not by any means. That gorgeous, slender body, that seems bendable any which way... what potential. And Pinky was geeky. Not the repulsive, socially inept, 'pizza-faced' type of geeky, but the librarian-who'll-strip-nude-and-spank-his-monkey-on-the-front-desk-if-you-give-him-five-bucks kind. The kind who would just look even HOTTER in glasses. The kind who turns cherry stems into Celtic knots and... well, you get the idea. She couldn't blame Brain at all for being so deeply involved with him.

Coming back to reality, Billie realized what she'd been staring at for five minutes: Pinky's paws. Those beautiful, slender pink toes with the little brown pawpads just beneath. How she'd love to see how ticklish he is. A rather daring idea crossed Billie's mind. If she went though with it, she'd probably end up having to explain herself... aw, what the hell? She didn't get too many opportunities like this anyway. Billie got down on all fours, and crept quietly up to Pinky's back end. She extended her tongue to the big toe of his left foot, and lapped at it once, quickly. Her eyes darted up to see if there was a reaction. Nothing... She took a longer lick of the toe, but still light and fairly quick. The foot twitched, and she caught a soft giggle from the other end. Smiling, Billie licked at the toe some more. She flicked at it with the tip of her tongue, and worked her way down around to the piddypads. By now, Pinky was emitting high-pitched titters in his sleep, and kicking gently with the affected foot. He rolled a little in Brain's embrace, toward his back but not completely on it. It was, however enough of a move for Billie to get a somewhat pleasant view of his working bits. He was not erect, but she could still see a glimpse of the little pink apex sitting right at the opening of Pinky's pouch. Billie's eyes flashed at the sight of it, and her pulse thumped as if to egg her on. She abandoned the cute paws, and made her way around in front of Pinky's groin area. Boy, this was *really* going to need an explanation, she thought. Billie stuck her tongue out wide-tipped, and flapped it over the little head some. Pinky hummed approvingly from the front end, and a crooked little smile spread on his muzzle. Billie almost squeaked aloud with perverse and girlish glee, but she was careful to keep silent as she continued. She brought her face down to the member, and took it between her soft pink lips like a kiss, holding them there to lap at it from inside her mouth. Now she was getting a response, for sure... Billie had to back off from the newly-awakened prick a bit to keep it from going erect right down her throat. Pinky moaned softly, open-mouthed, and lolled his head to one side, tongue hanging out. Soon he was fully erect, so he could be easily sucked off... but Billie had rather a more creative idea. She swung her thin, delicate tail around in front of her, and began to twine it around Pinky's shaft, from base to tip. As she got to the tip, she let the end of the tail lay right on top of the apex's opening. She began to squeeze and rub with the coils of her tail, all at different intervals, up and down Pinky's rod. The tailtip at the top twitched and swept over the apex at the same time. By now, Pinky was providing all the reaction one could expect, short of waking up... he moaned out continuously, his limbs twitching and kicking involuntarily, his spine arching, and his tongue drooling out the side of his mouth. The dripping precum was making Billie's job a lot smoother, and she increased the pace. It wasn't long before the inevitable plateau was reached, and Billie's fur got injected with a good dosage of hot, sticky mouse seed. Pinky's whole body went limp, and he made a ragged but satisfied hum as he relaxed.

Somehow miraculously, the boy was *still* was asleep, so Billie continued to lay in front of her unwitting love partner and feel satisfied with herself. It didn't take but a few moments, though, for her to realize that part of her wasn't satisfied at all... though a fantasy had been placated, it had left her with a familiar tight and moist feeling in the loins. Billie re-coiled her tail, and spread her thighs a bit, worming it deep down between her folds and into the tight tunnel. She let it snake and writhe inside, while that ever-so-handy tailtip stayed above ground to give some attention to her clit. She closed her eyes and let her jaw go slack, rolling onto her other side and shutting out the world for a few minutes, while she worked on realizing her own brand of satisfaction. Having done this, Billie was not to notice what was going on at the *other* side of Pinky...

Brain couldn't help but hear the delightful ruckus that had just gone on next to him. He had somehow managed to remain asleep too, but was not without reaction. The sound of his boymate making all those wonderful moans and purrs had been so reminiscent of their own games, that it incited an all-too-familiar 'reflex'. Brain gripped Pinky around the hips a bit harder, and lazily sort of half-humped at his rear, as if in search of an entry point. In these movements, Brain slid downward on his friend a bit, and before you knew it, he was prodding him in the balls. Pinky yipped a bit and patpatted with his hindpaw, thumping Brain in the side and face. This brought Brain to semi-wakefulness, and he laid still for a few moments, waiting for his brain to 'decide to be awake'. When his head cleared, he finally noticed that he was quite aroused... this was no surprise or worry, since he often woke up that way whenever he bunked with Pinky. Then he spotted the top ridge of a grey-furred body laying on the other side of Pinky from him, and he remembered that Billie had stayed over... Brain began to move his hands and arms from around Pinky, but he realized that his fingers were sticky... he cringed at the idea of having done anything intimate in front of company, especially in his sleep. Slowly, he peeked over Pinky, and was presented with an interesting scene indeed. Spooge was all over the place, *including* Billie, and Pinky's grin and limp, unpouched tool told quite a story. Brain flopped back to the floor immediately and blushed hard. What would Billie say when she woke up and saw all this? He prayed that she wouldn't be offended, but he couldn't imagine how she wouldn't be. In short order, though, he noticed the sound of swift breathing. He looked over at Pinky, but it wasn't him... Brain glimpsed Billie again, and saw that she was moving a little bit. Then he noticed where her tail was... Brain was still not entirely sure what all was going on in his cage that morining, but he was a lot less distressed at the sight of the lady mouse.

He could not tear his eyes from her. As much as he got out of just watching her primp or exercise in her cage, all the way on the other side of the room, not in his wildest dreams would he ever have thought she'd be right there, getting off on the floor of *his* cage. He leaned over Pinky's hips to watch, his eyes getting bigger all the while. And something else was getting bigger, of course. Dammit. Always the gentleman towards his 'fair Billie', Brain felt like such an irredeemable lech, watching her this way. But he couldn't help it... He was feeling a bit unsteady and lightheaded from the lack of blood, and it was all he could do not to approach her. He dared not though, for his shameless voyeurism was bad enough already. Billie's little sounds became more fitful, and soon her whole body stiffened, leaving no doubt to what had happened. Brain nearly lost it all right then just from the sight of her, and he clenched his jaw and curled his body around the top of Pinky. The fur on his head and ears stood up as she pulled the slimy, spoogy tail back out of herself and curled it up in front of her, flexing her toes as she did so. He swallowed hard, and went right back to the floor and put his face at Pinky's back again, for fear that she would sit up and see him. Brain pinched his eyes shut, hoping to appear asleep to either of the other mice who might stir. Oh, but he just couldn't relax, that unreleased tension called out to him far too loudly. Feeling as though he was well-hidden enough, he put one paw on the spot, and turned loose almost immediately, filling pinky's backfur with his long-retained shot. His ears flopped down, and he let out a long breath.