The Phases of One's Life
Copyright© 2026 by N.D.Tomes
Chapter 42: Riko, Watches and Learns – Riko III.1 – Saturday (6 days til Reception)
Fantasy Sex Story: Chapter 42: Riko, Watches and Learns – Riko III.1 – Saturday (6 days til Reception) - A controlled corporate attorney wakes tied to her own bed by a naked stranger who knows her name and claims it’s “for your own good.” The young woman has been quietly tangled in her life for months—leaving signs, steering events, and creating a strange current between them. What follows is a tense night of revelations about the firm, the last six months, and unsettling supernatural abilities. Dry, first-person, focused on the emotional shift more than explicit detail.
Caution: This Fantasy Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Fa/Fa Fa/ft Consensual Lesbian Heterosexual Fiction Humor Group Sex Interracial Black Female White Male White Female Oriental Female Hispanic Female First Masturbation Oral Sex
When the thought—who is spooning me?—hit me, I didn’t panic. Taking a slow breath, I reached behind me and felt a naked thigh, then a naked buttock. There was enough moonlight seeping through a large window to make out blonde hair in front of me. That had to be Kate. She had a hand on my forearm. That must be Daphne behind me I thought.
Then my foggy mind started thinking, what am I doing in bed with these two women. More disturbing thoughts were: why am I almost naked? Why is Daphne naked and have an arm across me? Is Kate naked too?
Things started to slowly fall into place. Last night I definitely had too much to drink. I remembered laying next to Kate. Actually, I practically laid down on top of her. I wanted to groan, but didn’t want to wake them. I must have fallen asleep because the next thing I remember is Kate leading me to bed. Either I undressed myself or Kate undressed me. With that thought, I stop thinking about it and decided to just fall back asleep. I tried to slide away from Daphne, but when I did, she groaned and wrapped her arm even tighter around me. This time she reached up and placed a hand over a breast. She even pressed herself even tighter against my back.
That’s when the slight tingling sensation registered. Everywhere she was touching there was a pleasant sensation. Even Kate’s hand on my forearm had the same sensation. I chalked it up to the alcohol. I didn’t fight it. Deciding to just relax, I quickly fell back to sleep.
The next thing I knew it was morning, there was sunlight coming through the window. I felt stirring next to me. Still lying on my side, I turned my head to see Kate’s smiling face. “How are you feeling?” she asked.
“Really good,” I said.
“That’s amazing, considering how much you had to drink.”
I smiled back, shrugged, saying, “Obviously not that much.”
Daphne came into the room. “Good morning, sleepyheads.” Then, looking at me, said, “Lush.”
I half smiled back, saying, “I feel fine. So I couldn’t have had that much to drink.”
“Really,” Daphne replied sarcastically. “Do you remember climbing into bed with Kate and...”
Kate cut her off, saying, “Don’t tease her.” Looking at me and sitting up, “You climbed into bed alone and fell asleep. Later, we joined you.”
Daphne said, “Yes, we made a Riko sandwich. You might not have a hangover. Once you sit up that might change. But you were a little past tipsy last evening. We didn’t want you waking up, being confused, and wandering off.”
“Thank you, that was very nice. I slept really well and feel great.”
“I’m going to start getting things ready for the brunch,” Daphne said.
Kate said, “I’m going to exercise. Work off some of that wine and food from last evening.”
Then, getting out of bed and looking at me, asked if I had any kind of routine.
Looking at her, I wasn’t sure why I felt a little disappointed to see her in a t-shirt after wondering if she was naked. It took me a moment for ‘Bazinga’ written on the t-shirt to register. I made a mental note to ask about it later.
Answering her question about having a routine, I said I did, yoga and Pilates. Telling her, in college I found it relaxing. Kate said there was plenty of space in the room where she exercised. She went to the closet and came out in a sports bra that actually covered her breasts and sweatpants. The sweatpants still rode low on her hips. She tossed me a pair of shorts and a sports bra saying, “Those are Daphne’s. Not that she ever wore them.” That must have been true because tags were still on each.
The exercise room had a corner unit that hid weights and even a punching bag. Kate rolled out a mat for me. We both worked up a good sweat. Kate ended with our session punching the heavy bag. She could generate some power. She could get the bag to really bounce and move. She asked if I wanted to give it a try. I gave it a punch. The bag barely moved. Kate gave me a pair of gloves to protect my hands and showed me how to hold my feet and how to punch. The bag still barely moved, but I did find the punching satisfying.
We exited the room breathing hard and covered with sweat. Heading straight to the shower, what followed was not the first time another woman washed my back. Or the first time I washed another woman’s back. But it was the first time outside of Japan. It felt quite natural. I was struck then how comfortable I was with both Daphne and Kate. Their whole little group had the air of familiarity.
While we were in the shower, Daphne called from the doorway that she laid out my “brunch” clothes. Kate chuckled when she heard this. Remembering how some of the women were dressed last week, I thought I understood the laugh.
Kate and I chatted as we walked to the kitchen. Kate dressed in the same brunch outfit as last Saturday. I was dressed in a pair of shorts and a white linen shirt that opened fully down the front—no buttons to close it, just a loose, flowing placket that draped apart naturally. I tucked the bottom of the shirt into the shorts in an attempt to not flash everyone any time I moved.
The women started arriving by nine. Janice and Sydney arrived first. Rachel was next, followed by Jane twenty minutes later. Jane helped Daphne prepare food. I was helping too. The others were talking around the island or by the dining room table. Everyone was in fine spirits. We had all just moved to the balcony when there was a call. Daphne answered, listened for moment, and responded with a “Yes.” After hanging up she announced, “Agent Cruz is on her way up.”
A couple minutes later there was a knock at the door. I expected Daphne to get the door. Actually, I had expected Daphne to get up moments after the call in preparation for answering the door and greeting a new guest. So when she ignored the knock I wasn’t the only one surprised to see her stay in her chair.
After the second set on knocks, we all looked at Daphne then Kate. Even Kate ignored the knock. I finally said, “I’ll get it shall I.” Daphne and Kate both ignore the comment.
On the way to the door, I it hit me Tina was not here. Was she expected? Thinking back to yesterday, Tina seemed subdued. I was too wrapped up in my own thoughts to really notice at the time. Now I was wondering what happened before I arrived.
It was Tina at the door. We made our way to the balcony, I was saying, “A bunch of us getting together every Saturday to eat, drink, and talk.”
“I thought Daphne said there was a meeting with the Senator and others.”
That meeting was tomorrow. I told Tina that meeting was scheduled for Sunday. Tina looked in Daphne’s direction, but it was Kate that asked Daphne a little dryly, “Did you tell Tina the meeting was today?”
“I only invited her to a noonish meeting. If Agent Cruz jumps to conclusions and doesn’t ask smart questions, that’s not my fault.”
At that, a silence fell over the balcony. Eyes went to Daphne then Kate. I had the impression none of the women had ever heard Daphne talk in such a cold indifference tone before. With Kate not jumping in to admonish Daphne, but staying silent, made it worse. It was Jane that got up and introduced herself. The two had obviously talked at sometime in the past. But this must have been their first face to face meeting. Jane told Tina to follow her inside to get a glass so she could join in on the drinking. Tina started to object, saying she should just leave. But Jane didn’t let her. Jane said, “No you’re staying. We’re all just a bunch of lushes eating and drinking. I’ve worked with the FBI before you should fit right in.”
I actually heard Daphne make a scoffing sound at Jane’s statement.
The two went inside, but not before Jane gave Daphne a look. Tina ignored the sound. Jane and Tina stayed inside. The conversation on the balcony took a little while to become relaxed and jovial again. Daphne was still not her usual self. Even Kate seemed subdued. Tina must really have done something to the two of them.
I was sitting with my back to the apartment and couldn’t see the type of conversation Jane and Tina were having. After an hour they came back out to the balcony. The second they were through the door Daphne gave Jane a sideways look and quipped, “Is agent Cruz through interrogating you? Did she use all her FBI interrogation training to get you to inadvertently disclose your favorite color?”
“Be nice,” Jane said a sternly. “She’s only doing her job.”
“So she did learn your favorite color. Always thought you would hold up better under questioning. I’ll remember to never tell you any secrets.”
“I didn’t tell her you speak Russian if that’s what you are worried about.” Jane then put her hand over mouth and said, “Oops!”
Janice said, “Russian not really an issue any more. It’s the Chinese that would be more of a concern.” She then mimicked Jane’s oops.
Tina, waving her hand in the air said, “Those don’t raise any red flags, but French...”
Daphne looked at Tina, “petite maligne!”
“I don’t actually speak French,” Tina said. “I was just trying to make a joke.”
“Manifestement pas si intelligent que ça, finalement. Le FBI a de la chance de vous avoir.”
Sydney asked if any one could translate? Everyone looked at each other shrugging. I knew a few words but didn’t offer any response. Tina did make the comment, “Not necessary, the tone is translation enough.”
I had no idea what was going on, but Daphne being short with anyone was something I thought I would never see. And Kate letting her get away with it was downright troubling.
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