Dissapproval

I did my best to look presentable. Straightening up and I lifted my left arm from Miras' shoulder to rub the tiredness from my eyes. Mira squeezed me around my waist once as if sensing my disheveled aura. Copia rushed pasted me and Mira making a B line for Netarute.

Copia was dressed in a gym shark brand sports bra and matching black booty shorts and athletic neon blue Salomon running sneakers. My eyes widened.

The pictures Mira and Neta sent me did not do this women justice. Just like their photos. I was just a two feet from a body built goddess. Her platinum white hair was up in a bun.

Her profile made her eyes look rhombus shaped and from this angle I could see her nose was pointier and not a rounded bulb like the two others. Her lips were half the size of Netarute's. Naturally a brown top lip contrasting against the pink of her bottom lip.

Her jaw was wide and soft in appearance. Her skin was glowing as if after a run an angel had kiss her. Her ab muscles we defined, but soft showing her six pack. Her ass was toned and lifted in her shorts not leaving any imagination o the shape. Her arms and thighs were toned and chiseled.

A warning to anyone who threw down with her, they were going to leaving with more than just a tiny bruise. I continued to stare. Only snapping out once I heard Netarute whimper due to the hand that was now stroking her insides. Day two and how many orgasms have taken place in this house? It took all my strength not to stare at Copia's hands.

"Did little kitten miss me?" watching Netarute with lust laden eyes.

Netarute gripped Copia's shoulders as she moaned. "Fuck. Cop-ia." Her head dropping back as her hips jerked in want.

"Copia- stop-," Netarute's chest heaved slightly as she panted.

Copia stopped her movements and leaned up on her tiptoes, brushing her lips against Netarute's, talking against her mouth.

"Why? I thought you liked it when I touched you." The sound of her voice daring Netarute to say otherwise and as she resumed the moving of her fingers, her eyes never left Netarute's with such intensity in those smoldering brown eyes.

Just then Netarute's eyes peeled open and she turned the tables. She reached out pinching Copia's nipple between her fingers, but kept the close space between their lips. Her voice was strict and unwavering, "Because you have to meet Katiyah."

Copia let out a sigh.

"Oh." No one missed the disinterest in her voice.

Oh?

"Oh? What do you mean oh?" I narrowed my eyes while, my mouth was parted in shock. It sounded like she didn't like me already. Even though she didn't know me, but something in her tone told me she'd already made up her mind.

Copia looked at me, but she wasn't really looking at me. She resumed her hand moments, finger fucking Netarute underneath her dress. Three fingers I think. "I'd shake your hand, but you know..."

I took a deep breath before I said something I really didn't want to say.

I scoffed inwardly rolling my eyes to the far window on the other side of the room. I could play at this game. Fuck this bitch.

"Please continue. I've already had my fill last night. I guess its your turn today?" I left off as if it was a slight question.

She only nod before turning back to Netarute.

"So where am I taking you for breakfast?" I did a short breathy laugh to myself. Is this how they functioned? One person shows disdain for another while another is getting fucked while discussing breakfast plans. I had walked into a kinkier household than I imagined. And a more hostile one.

"Actually, We want to take Katiya to El Cinco for brunch," Mira answered because Netarute couldn't. Her head was tossed back and she was grinding her hips against the heel of Copia's hand. Her whimpers and grunts reaching my ears and despite my anger I could feel a pleasurable fire starting to burn in my core. I ignored it.

"Great." There was the disinterested tone again. I could feel my heart drop in my chest at the bitter way Copia dismissed me. My eyes were stilled widen, but not from the blatant sex, but form the blatant disregard of my being.

I wrapped my arms around my middle, holding in a shiver of disgust. I watched Copia this beautiful being, fucking my goddess of a potential fucking girlfriend with a budding resentment.

Copia turned her full attention on Netarute. "You gonna come shower with me? Tiger," she asked Netarute.

"Mmhmm. " Netarute nodded eagerly not wanting her orgasm to be delayed.

"Hey! I'm sure I wore you out too." Mira protested. That was new news. Just how many orgasms happened when I was sleep? I chuckled at that one in my head. This house never sleeps.

"Oh Mira," she paused, "Exactly, Who passed out first?" Copia arched her eyebrows glancing at Mira for a brief second daring her to deny it. Mira pursed her lips and shoved her head into my chest.

"Come on," Copia said pulling Netarute off the counter. She wrapped her arms around Netarute's waist before turning to look at only Mira again. "An hour?"

"Sounds about right, don't do anything too heavy. I need to fill yawl bellies with grandmas cooking," Mira giggled.

"Right." Copia laughed over her shoulder. I watched as they walked out of the room, Netarute shuffling between Copia's leg, off to finish what Copia had just started and then some.

I blinked as they took off. "Come on. Let's go get ready," Mira told me as she started to stand up.

"What- What do you mean?"

"Ready to go get brunch." She said slowly and was watching me patiently as if nothing happened.

"Did you not- Is Copia always like this? Is disinterest her personality?" Mira's eyes flickered down and her mouth turned into a frown.

"No. She is not usually like this." She sighed and leaned her butt against the marble counter top lifting her golden hued eyes to meet mine. Her eyes lacked the shine of the clear gold and it was as if I could see swirls of muddy brown intrude in on her irises.

"She is actually a really loving and a warm person to be around, but I think the break up has hit her harder than I dare say,... Neta or I. She and Sandra had been together since before we all were a quad." She let out a heavy breath and looked towards the stairs, as if she could erase the previous event with her mind.

Mira continued, "Copia has a hard time letting people in. It might take some time for her to warm up to you. She has honestly been brooding for months. I hope she doesn't deter you." Her eyes made contact to mine,

She raised her warm hands to cup my neck and stroked my jaw lightly with her thumb. It was almost as if she was not touching me at all.

"I am also not saying to let her walk all over you either, we wont stand for it. She can be hotheaded sometimes and pushes people away if it looks too good to be true. Neta and I want you to be comfortable here and wont let her attitude continue for too long. Okay?"

She addressed the issues right at hand before my doubts could fully take over. She was good. I placed my hands onto of hers and stroked them softly before giving her smile.

"Thank you. I don't know if that was to make me feel better or too insult Copia." She laughed softly, "Take it as you wish baby." She leaned up to kiss my nose.

"Now come take a shower with me. Neta can't be the only one to have all the fun. I have you now. " She dragged me up the stairs towards our bathroom and all thoughts of Copia escaped my mind.

"What's El Cinco?" I asked.

"Oh its this amazing Mexican restaurant. The owners are literally all grandmothers from Mexico. Their grandsons and daughters raised money to build them their own restaurant." She turned on the water and the proceeded to escape her clothing and let them slide to the floor. I followed suit.

"Wow that sounds amazing. " Glad money was going to old grandmothers. I hope them old grandmothers weren't nice ones. My world has been brightened.

A few minutes later, I was pinned face first in the tile. Mira fucking me senseless with her amazing fingers. With one hand she was rubbing my clit achingly slow and with the other she was fucking my pussy with her fingers pressing against my g spot each time making my closer to coming. I was panting in anticipation of my release. Moaning for her and for me. Encouraging her to continue edging me on.