This was very much not Fred's idea, in case there was any confusion. No, if this had been Fred's idea, things would be very different. For instance, Eve would not be hovering around her neck, and Gwen's hands would not be moving inside of her pants. Or maybe they would but it certainly would not have happened like this.

No, this here, was obviously Eve's idea. Or maybe Gwen's. Or maybe it was both of them that planned it, plotted it. Yes, because they both were very, very evil and liked to sleep around. They were evil, evil sluts - with very talented fingers.

Wow.

Fred tried to focus on unsexy thoughts. The periodic table, dry grass, baseball, Knox. None of it worked. Her breath catched in her throat as Eve placed a kiss on her lips. Her heart sped up as Gwen began to massage things that - things. Things that Gwen should not have been touching - things that Fred never wanted her to stop touching.

Fred would really like to make it clear that this was not her idea.

End.