That, perhaps, was the strangest part.
They had known the terms going into the room to fuck Phei. Both of them. They had discussed it in the brief stolen minutes before the break, speaking in low, frank voices like two professionals negotiating something they wanted and had no intention of pretending otherwise.
A threesome with Phei who clearly would fulfil the fantasy the two friends always had and they would likely never see him again afterward.
They had looked at that arrangement with clear eyes with no sentiment nor girlish delusion or absurd little fairy tale creeping in through the window with flowers in its mouth. They were grown sensible women who had long ago stopped believing desire came with promises unless someone was foolish enough to write them down.
So they had decided together that there was no reason to hold back.
The logic had been clean.
