Sam had an unhealthy relationship with her snooze button. On a good day, she hit it twice before finally allowing the alarm to rouse her, while a bad one would see her doing so five or six times. This morning she was out of bed before the first ring had even finished, however, one slender finger reaching down to turn the alarm all the way off as she practically bounded to the shower. Her chocolate-brown eyes sparkled as she looked in the bathroom mirror, and a faint flush turned her pale cheeks the color of roses. She never had this much energy in the morning, but today was a special day. August 3^rd: Mendependence Day.

 

She couldn’t remember exactly when she and her girlfriends had started celebrating the holiday they’d made up for themselves, but there was no day she looked forward to more. From now until midnight she, her roommate Cassie, and the women in their friend group would live by one simple rule: no men. Boyfriends, husbands, friends, even that hot guy from the club last week who gave you his number all might as well not exist; today was all about the ladies.

 

She took her time in the shower. She’d taken the day off work, of course, so until Anne and Mel arrived to begin the festivities at eight she had nowhere to be. Steam was quickly filling the cramped bathroom, making her feel as though she were standing in a cloud. The bottle of vanilla-scented body wash was brand-new, bought especially for today. She hummed as she worked the gel into a lather and rinsed, then with a smile reached for the razor on the wall. It was Mendependence Day, after all, she needed to look her best.

 

She shaved every day. It had been part of her morning routine since before she could remember. That was more than most did, she knew, but there was something about body hair she found unpleasant. The rough, itchy sensation of stubble along her calves or under her arms made her skin crawl. It was so much better to be rid of it.

 

“So much better…” she mumbled as she carefully scraped the razor across the skin above her vagina. Chris might tease her about how long she took in the shower, but he certainly wasn’t complaining about the finished product. She preferred it, too. Everything felt just that much more intense without any hair in the way.

 

She spent another minute letting the scalding water wash over her, then reluctantly shut the flow off and stepped out into the relatively chilly air outside. The fluffy white towel she wrapped around her body helped a little, but she didn’t feel truly comfortable again until she finished blow drying her hair a few minutes later.

 

The length of her skincare-and-makeup routine was another thing Chris teased her about, but as with her hair he’d never once argued with the results. He just didn’t understand. Men in general didn’t seem to understand; every boyfriend she’d ever had had made at least one comment on it. That was the whole point of Mendependence Day: spending time with people who understood you, who saw the world the way you did, who knew your body the way only another woman could.

 

The mirror was still too foggy to see herself in it, but she took care of the preliminary steps while she waited for it to clear. Cleanser, toner, antioxidant, eye cream, moisturizer, and a layer of foundation all over her face and neck as her silhouette gradually sharpened into a reflection. Wavy hair the same shade of brown as her eyes draped over her bare shoulders, drawing the eye down from her heart-shaped face to her pert breasts. Her nipples had stiffened to peaks, the points just barely hidden by the towel.

 

She dabbed at her eyes with the pencil to put the finishing touches on her appearance, then returned the towel to its place on the rack and exited the bathroom. She left her hair down. She liked the way it looked, and Mendependence Day was all about doing things because you wanted to, after all.

 

The smell of biscuits filled the living room. Cassie must have gotten an even earlier start than she had. Sure enough, her roommate was bending over in front of the oven to peek inside. She straightened when she heard Sam’s footsteps, spinning around to greet her with a broad grin. “Sam! Good morning!” she said brightly, throwing her arms open for a hug. “Happy Mendependence Day!”

 

“Happy Mendependence Day!” Sam stepped closer to her best friend and embraced her. They’d met during Sam’s sophomore year when she’d done a semester in Morocco, and when Cassie had come to the US for grad school it had been thrown obvious choice to room together. The blue “Let Girls Have Fun” apron stretched across the tall woman’s curves read was doing a poor job of containing her breasts, the top halves of which were fully on display as they pressed against Sam’s body. Aside from that, she wasn’t wearing any more than her roommate.

 

Cassie tilted her head down for a kiss. Sam happily obliged, standing on tiptoe to press her lips against her friend’s. They stayed like that for several seconds, then Cassie’s tongue poked out to probe the entrance to Sam’s mouth. Sam’s lips parted to permit her entry as her hands wandered down the other woman’s back to cup her rear. Sam was straight as they came, Cassie too, but today was a special occasion. Mendependence Day was all about the ladies, after all.

 

“Mmm, looking good, girls.”

 

Sam broke the kiss with a yelp and whirled around. She wasn’t embarrassed at being caught kissing Cassie—it was Mendependence Day, after all, and Chris knew the rules—but she’d been so focused on her friend that she hadn’t even heard her boyfriend come in. He was leaning against the back of the couch, sipping from a ceramic travel mug as his eyes roamed over the nude and semi-nude figures in front of him. His other hand clutched his phone. Whatever he was typing, it apparently didn’t require his full attention. Sam would typically object to him so openly ogling her body, not to mention that of her roommate’s, but today was Mendependence Day. She wasn’t going to think about men at all. If Chris wanted to stare at her naked body she wasn’t going to waste the day worrying about it.

 

“Chris, what are you doing here?” She leaned forward, placing her elbows on the countertop and lifting her bottom a few inches higher. “It’s Mendependence Day, remember? I’ll be with Cassie and Mel and Anne all day.”

 

A sly grin teased the corners of Chris’ mouth, as though she’d told a joke only the two of them understood. His pale blue eyes crinkled. He was cute when he smiled like that, and Sam would have told him so if she weren’t supposed to be ignoring him. He was dressed like he didn’t plan on going to work today. The jeans and flannel shirt stretched over his broad shoulders suggested something quite a bit more outdoorsy than his job at the college required. Had he taken the day off too? Sam hoped not, she was booked solid until midnight.

 

“No, I didn’t forget,” he said, still sounding amused. Sam heard a soft thump behind her as Cassie’s knees hit the floor. Soft hands grabbed hold of her rear, kneading the smooth flesh for a moment before lifting and spreading the cheeks. Sam leaned forward a little bit more to give her better access. She bit her bottom lip, barely holding in a gasp as Cassie’s tongue went to work on her clit. “I’m meeting Jason here, the two of us are going to catch a show.”

 

“Oh.” Sam nodded. It was a bit difficult to concentrate on anything except her roommate enthusiastically eating her out at the moment, but that made sense. Chris had hit it off with Mel’s boyfriend from the moment Sam had introduced them. They’d bonded over a litany of shared interests, from college football, to cheesy sci-fi movies from the 80’s and 90’s, to their love of tinkering. The last of these had tied them together so closely that Mel had joked that they were more dating each other than her and Sam after a couple weeks. The two had essentially sequestered themselves in Jason’s and Mel’s garage, spending every spare minute on some project they’d refused to let any of them see until it was finished.

 

The final product hadn’t been all that impressive, at least from what Sam could tell. It just looked like a smaller version of a humidifier that emitted a low, pulsing hum when Jason pressed the top. Chris had just given her that same cute smile when she’d asked what it did and told her not to worry about it, so she hadn’t. “Okay! Have a good time!”

 

Chris’ grin widened. “Oh, we will. Trust me, it’s the kind of show you don’t want to miss.”

 

Sam opened her mouth to ask what he meant by that, but before she could say anything Cassie’s talented tongue tipped her over the edge. Her eyes rolled back into her head as a loud moan burst from her lips, riding a surge of ecstasy more intense than anything she’d ever felt before. Cassie didn’t let up even when Sam’s legs began to shake. Her tongue flicked her clit every time her pleasure began to ebb, sending another mind-numbing pulse through her until her thoughts felt as liquid as her sex. “Sto- stop,” she managed between moans. “It’s too much.”

 

Cassie obliged with a playful slap to her ass. “That looked intense,” she said, turning Sam to face her and giving her a quick peck on the lips. Her chin was smeared with Sam’s juices, and for just a moment she had the odd impulse to lick it clean.

 

As her dreamy, orgasm-induced haze faded, Sam tried to remember what she’d been about to say. It had been something about Chris, but beyond that she couldn’t recall much. Oh well, she thought with a shake of her head. If it had been about Chris it wasn’t worth thinking about. He could do whatever he wanted today, she wasn’t even going to notice. It was Mendependence Day, after all, there were much more important things to focus on.

 

Such as her best friend’s pussy, for example. Cassie had hopped up on the countertop next to the oven and spread her legs. Sam could just see her glistening folds peeking out beneath the hem of the apron. “The biscuits should be ready in three minutes,” her friend said with a playful wink. “Do you think that’s enough time?”

 

By way of answer, Sam licked her lips and knelt in front of her. The heat escaping the oven door warmed her left side as she dove between Cassie’s legs and eagerly began paying her back for the orgasm she’d just given her. The taste wasn’t quite what she expected—she’d never eaten out another woman before—but she was surprised by how much she liked it. From the way Cassie’s hips twitched and the speed with which her thighs clamped tight around Sam’s head, she guessed she wasn’t doing too bad of a job.

 

She kept things going with just her tongue for what felt like an appropriate amount of time, then slid her hand up Cassie’s inner thigh until she reached her entrance. She was wet enough that her index finger slipped in easily, prompting Cassie to grab the back of her head and press her face against her. Thus encouraged, Sam added a second one, and within a few seconds she felt her friend’s walls tighten around her pumping digits.

 

Even with Cassie’s thighs clamped tight over her ears, the orgasm sounded like a good one. Fingers pulled her hair tight enough to hurt, and Cassie’s hips nearly left the counter as liquid gushed into Sam’s face. Sam kept her mouth glued to her friend’s pussy until she stopped heaving. Just as she pulled her face away, the oven dinged to signal the biscuits were ready.

 

“Just in time!” Cassie hopped down from the counter and grabbed her oven mitt. “They smell delicious, I can’t wait to eat!”

 

Sam took the opportunity to enjoy the view as Cassie bent over to take the biscuits out. Her roommate had an incredible ass. Round, smooth, and just the perfect mix of firm and soft, she was surprised she’d never noticed it before. The magic of Mendependence Day, she thought with a soft chuckle.

 

The sound drew Cassie’s attention. She winked at Sam as she straightened. “See something you like?”

 

Sam blinked innocently. “Just looking at what I’d like to eat for breakfast.”

 

Cassie’s tongue poked out from between her teeth as she grinned. “You’re bad.” She set the pan of biscuits down on top of the stove, then reached behind her to untie the apron. “That’s better,” she said as the garment fell to the floor at her feet. “You wouldn’t think an apron could be uncomfortable.”

 

Sam didn’t respond right away. Her attention was fixed on her roommate’s now-exposed breasts. The dark nipples topping the large mounds were stiff with arousal. Another impulse gripped her mind, and this time she decided to act on it. Lowering her face to those beautiful breasts, she took one nipple in her mouth and began to suck.

 

A sigh of pleasure slipped from Cassie’s lips as she once again pressed her hand against the back of Sam’s head. Her breathing quickened. “Oh my God,” she breathed. Thus encouraged, Sam moved to her other breast. When she withdrew her mouth a short while later, Cassie looked slightly dazed herself. “Wow,” she breathed. “I had no idea you were so good at that.”

 

Sam grinned. “You liked it?”

 

“I loved it.” Cassie’s fingers trembled slightly as she reached for a biscuit. They had evidently cooled enough to eat, because she lifted it to her mouth and took a bite. “I think I might be able to cum just from that if you do it for long enough.”

 

Snagging a biscuit for herself, Sam winked at her. “Sounds like a fun experiment.” They’d have plenty of time for that and more today. Mendependence Day was all about trying new things with your friends, after all.

 

The biscuits were delicious. Cassie had added a bit of extra flour this time, and they were so fluffy they practically melted on Sam’s tongue. She considered having another, but decided to wait until Mel and Anne got here. Her friends would be miffed if she and Cassie ate them all before they had a chance to try one.

 

Cassie’s phone buzzed on the counter. Sam craned her neck over to see who it was. “It’s Mel,” she announced. “She and Anne just got on the train. They’ll be here in fifteen.”

 

“Great!” Cassie popped the last of her biscuit into her mouth and swallowed. “Want to watch something while we wait for them?”

 

“Sounds like a plan.” Sam had only intended to give her roommate a final peck on the lips, but once engaged found herself utterly incapable of pulling away. They wound up burning two of their fifteen minutes making out before she finally managed to summon the self-control to return to her bedroom to retrieve her phone.

 

Cassie already had the TV on when she returned. She’d put a towel down on the couch before sitting, which judging by the amount of fluid Sam could see coating her thighs had been a wise decision. Her legs were spread as wide as possible while still leaving room for Sam, and the fingers of her left hand traced slow, lazy circles around her clit while she scrolled through her social media feed.

 

Sam joined her, crossing one thigh over her roommate’s and lowering her hand to her own sex. As her fingers idly worked themselves in and out of her soaking pussy, she cast her phone screen to the television. She usually used an incognito tab when watching porn. On this occasion, however, she couldn’t see much point. Mendependence Day was about being your authentic self, after all.

 

The video she picked was perfect for the occasion, featuring three women fooling around on a bed without a man in sight. Cassie let out a contented sigh as the video started playing. “That’s really hot,” she said.

 

“So hot,” Sam agreed. On the screen, the busty redhead was straddling the face of the lithe blonde actress while the third performer, a gorgeous olive-skinned woman with dark hair and one of the best asses Sam had ever seen devoured the blonde’s pussy. She’d never been so turned on by porn in her life. Had she been able to spare the focus it took to look, she wouldn’t have been surprised to find she’d already soaked through the towel beneath her. As it was, she didn’t even want to stop watching for the time it took to blink.

 

Cassie was the only thing that had even a prayer of distracting her. Her best friend’s fingers were picking up speed, the hitches in her breaths interspersed with soft moans as her pleasure intensified. Her back arched, a sure sign of her approaching orgasm. Sam wished she could move her eyes independently so that she could keep one on the video and the other on her roommate.

 

She set her phone down on the arm of the couch and grabbed her breast. A whimper of pleasure escaped as her thumb and index finger tugged at her nipple. She would have leaned back and closed her eyes had she not been so thoroughly captivated by the erotic displays playing out on the television and on the cushion next to her.

 

The redhead had climbed off the blonde to swap places with the dark-haired woman. Losing out on the view of her rear was disappointing, but it turned out the redhead’s ass was almost as good, with the added bonus that her position allowed the viewers an unobstructed view as she teased her own pussy. Sam watched, transfixed, imagining herself in the place of each of the actresses in turn. How many of those positions could she and Cassie recreate with Mel? Or Anne?

 

Or both of them at once?

 

The mental image triggered another orgasm at the same moment Cassie cried out in ecstasy. The thigh draped over hers spasmed, trapping her leg against the couch even as her own body convulsed. Sam’s eyes remained fixed on the screen throughout, the images pushing her pleasure to new heights. Every nerve in her body felt as though it was connected to a live wire. She felt incredible. She never wanted to do anything but this ever again, just hang out in the apartment naked with Cassie and suck and lick and kiss and fuck and…

 

When the tidal wave of pleasure finally receded, Sam felt as though she’d just run ten miles. Her chest felt tight, her legs were quivering, and her breaths were little more than gasps. From the way Cassie’s breasts were heaving, she felt about the same. The lustful fog clouding her mind had lifted somewhat in the wake of her second orgasm, allowing her to notice things that had been beyond her capacity just a few seconds ago.

 

The first of those things was that Jason had apparently come in at some point. He and Chris were talking in the kitchen. They were looking at her and Cassie, Sam realized, which brought with it the realization that they were talking about them as well.

 

“…like I told you.” Chris was saying. Whatever he was talking about, he sounded excited. “They’ve been like this all morning. They don’t even care that we’re watching!”

 

“I’m still trying to wrap my head around it,” Jason responded. “I knew it would work, but I guess I didn’t really believe until I saw it for myself.” He reached down to adjust his pants. It did little to make the erection visible through the fabric of his jeans less prominent.

 

“Just take them off, man,” Chris encouraged him. He was fiddling with something on his phone again. “You’re going to have to anyway, unless you’re planning on saving it for the shower tonight. It’s not like they’ll care, and you don’t need to worry about me.”

 

Jason hesitated a moment, then reached for his belt. “Yeah, I guess you’re right,” he said. “Not like they’ll care, and I don’t need to worry about you.” His belt buckle jingled as his jeans hit the floor, exposing the full rigid length of his cock pressed tight against his briefs. “Are Anne and Mel the same way?”

 

“They should be.” Chris finally set his phone down. “We put one in each of their bedrooms a month ago, so they’ve been getting it there and here that whole time.” He paused while Jason bent to remove his underwear. “They’ll be here in a few minutes, we’ll know for sure then.”

 

Sam frowned. There was something off about what they were saying, but every time she tried to focus in on exactly what it was her thoughts seemed to slide away like they were coated in oil. Whatever, she decided after several unsuccessful attempts. She wasn’t supposed to care about them anyway. Let the boys have their fun, she thought. It’s no concern of mine.

 

It was Mendependence Day, after all.

 

Next to her, Cassie had recovered. Her hands roamed over Sam’s body, providing a welcome distraction from whatever the men were doing. Sam turned to face her, reaching up to cup her breasts as she leaned in for another kiss. At this angle, she could make out with Cassie while still watching the women on the television out of the corner of her eye.

 

A knock at the door interrupted them before Sam could get her tongue back into Cassie’s mouth. “That’s them!” her roommate exclaimed, leaping off the couch and rushing to the vestibule with Sam just behind. She threw the door open, heedless of her nudity. “Happy Mendependence Day, ladies!”

 

Anne and Mel had had to brave the public to get here, first on the subway and then on the walk to Sam and Cassie’s apartment, so they had had to dress at least somewhat presentably. They wasted no time rectifying that situation once they were inside, stripping out of their tops and shorts without even pausing to kiss their hosts hello. “Finally.” Anne undid her ponytail and shook out her shoulder-length blonde hair. “If I had to stay dressed for one more minute I was going to get myself arrested for indecency.”

 

Mel broke away from Cassie long enough to grin at her. The dark-skinned woman’s eyes flashed with mischief as she said, “I could tell how antsy you were getting. I almost offered to sit on your lap on the bus so you could at least take your shirt off without it being so visible.”

 

An equally mischievous expression came to Anne’s face. “Oh you did, did you?” Taking Mel’s hands, she tugged her away from Cassie. “Well, don’t let me stop you now “

 

With that, she flopped down onto the hardwood floor and pulled Mel down with her so that the woman was straddling her. Mel squealed with delight as Anne’s hands cupped her rear, then came around to her front to play with her breasts. In the space of a few seconds, the pair were busily making out on the floor, hands sliding across each other’s bodies and tongues wrestling for dominance.

 

Not to be left out, Sam and Cassie sank down to join them. Mel’s position left her ass waving enticingly in the air. Sam’s hands spread the firm cheeks wide as she leaned in. The faint scent of soap met her nostrils as her tongue brushed over Mel’s rosebud. She spared a brief thought to what Cassie might be doing, then she wasn’t thinking about anything except the feeling of soft flesh against her face as her tongue pushed its way inside. The question was answered on its own a moment later as she felt someone behind her. A moment later, another tongue traced its way up her inner thigh to her dripping folds. She arched her back, letting out a hiss of pleasure as her roommate’s tongue found her clit once more.

 

All conversation in the kitchen had ceased, although Chris and Jason were still standing there. Sam thought she saw them masturbating as they watched the orgy rapidly developing just inside the front door, but with a final effort she put both of them out of her mind for good. Watch, comment, masturbate, as long as they didn’t bother her she didn’t care what they did. It was Mendependence Day, after all.

 

Today was all about the ladies.