As she saw both of them at the door, she suddenly felt rather overdressed.  Bailey had appeared in what could have been lingerie, and Sherrie had left about as little to the imagination.  Her friends' praising cooes and gushes did much to comfort her, though.  Her arms snaked their way around her lovers as she entered their embrace, a rosy tint already crossing her cheeks.  "I wouldn't miss this for the world, girls," she said, pecking each of them on the cheek nervously.  Her breath caught at each well-aimed grope, and her hands trembled slightly as she returned the favour.<br/><br/>Before she'd met these two Fi was dangerously shy.  It used to be that the track was her life, as an orphan she did without the usual loving care of a mother.  It wasn't until she'd met Sherrie and Bailey at a party thrown by her coach that very slowly, she began to open up.  Even today, dare she admit it her heart fluttered just at the thought of sharing a bed with someone else, let alone becoming an Auntie.  It was something she envied about her friends, being able to be so honest about their own needs, so fewer inhibitions.  Fiona knew it was something she'd have to address, and she planned on starting tonight.<br/><br/>With much care the three walked into Bailey's room, awash with bright pink as always, reflecting Bailey's own playful nature to a tee.  As the three of them made it to the bed, she watched as Sherrie pulled out a triglassed Slyvy, surprise etching itself onto her face.  Fi knew that three-way glasses were very hard to come by, but soon found herself wondering if it would affect her diet.  Listen to you, she scolded herself, worrying about a diet now.  She forced such thoughts to the back of her head, bringing her back to where it mattered as Sherrie sat down next to her.  "It's beautiful, Sherrie," Fiona breathed, as she lent in to claim Sherrie's lips with delicate kisses, still keeping an arm around their host, "Thank you."