In the end it was just the three of them sitting at a table together, talking over old times while I cleaned down the bar at the end of my shift, the rest of the hen party long gone. They knew each other from uni: Chrissy and Beth, who were the most perfect couple in the world, barely able to keep their eyes off each other, and my boss, Lexi.
The first woman I’d ever thought of in that way.
Every day since I’d started working for her, I’d lain in bed at night, gasping and quivering as my hand reached between my thighs, thinking about the light glinting on her blonde hair, about the way her hips shifted beneath the folds of a summer dress or her tight ass encased in figure-hugging leggings.
She fascinated me and turned me on and made my heart throb with excitement whenever she was near.
With the bride and her group gone, it was silent now. Every word of conversation between the three remainers was clear. There was no denying that all of them were beautiful. In the prime of life. Far more confident in themselves than me. Experience, I guess, but they fascinated me to the point where I could barely keep my eyes off them.
It wasn’t until Chrissy glanced my way, catching my eye, that I blushed and looked away.
“We should tell Lexi about the English girl we met in Egypt.” Beth’s voice always sounded slightly amused, like the world was her playground. “God, Lex, you should have seen her.”
“I told you, I’m off women.” Lexi’s reply gave me a pang of disappointment.
“Ugh. But men are disgusting. Most of them are still little boys, needing someone to clean up after them.”
“That’s unfair. You’ve just never liked men. Anyway at least they don’t reject me.”
“You’ve had a couple of knock backs. So what? Their loss. You’re gorgeous. Anyway, I was telling you about this girl. Oh. My. God. I wish you’d been there. Tell her, Chrissy.”
Chrissy hesitated, just a moment longer than necessary, and there was something… something that told me she was looking my way. “I think we need more drinks.” My heart thundered for no reason as I tried desperately not to glance at her. “Don’t you think we need more drinks before we tell that story?”
“Well, I don’t need another drink to tell the story. I’ll describe playful little Monica in enough excruciating detail to make even Lexi blush. But I wouldn’t say no to another drink.”
“Harmony, sweetie?” Lexi’s term of endearment made me melt, and finally I looked their way to find all eyes on me. “Before your shift ends would you bring us another round? Do you mind?”
“Sure… I mean, that’s fine.” I stumbled over the words. “Same again?”
Chrissy’s tongue touched her lip. “And have one yourself.”
“Thanks, I—”
“Join us if you want,” she added.
I felt like a rabbit in the eyes of a vixen, the intended next meal. Only… only I’m sure no bunny ever wanted it like I wanted it right then. I met Lexi’s eyes, searching, seeking confirmation. Should I?
“If you don’t have to be anywhere else,” Lexi said, her words clipped.
Was it an invitation or a polite rebuff? I couldn’t tell. Was Lexi undressing me with her soft blue eyes, or trying to tell me to get the drinks and leave? Was this a private party? “I don’t know. I don’t want to intrude.”
Finally, Lexi’s eyes lit up, and a tingle ran down my spine. “You wouldn’t be, sweetie.”
“You’re sure?”
She nodded, and I started to pour the drinks, fingers trembling the whole time. As I headed for the table, I noticed the look that Chrissy and Beth exchanged, noticed the way Lexi’s gaze kept jumping to my throat, my waist, my hands. I told myself that she was my boss, that nothing would ever happen between us, that I was a silly inexperienced girl alongside these sophisticated women.
“So, anyway, I was telling you about Monica.” Beth broke the spell as she took her drink from the tray, and I sat down. “I’d say she was about Harmony’s age. How old are you?”
“Twenty.”
“What do you think, Chris? Monica was about the same, right?”
“Twenty-one, maybe.” Chrissy looked me up and down, as if assessing me against the girl they met on their travels. She was beautiful, petite, with dark hair and darker eyes. I had feelings for Lexi, but right then I would have done anything to please Chrissy.
“But so much confidence,” Beth continued, apparently unaware of the silent exchange between myself and her wife. Or perhaps unfazed would be a better word. “Travelling on her own. Not afraid of her body at all. First time we saw her, she was adjusting the straps on her bikini top.” She laughed. “More like a couple of strips of fabric that just about covered her nipples. God, those nipples. And she had this gloriously dark skin. Lips to die for. It was Chrissy who started talking to her, I was too tongue-tied.” She giggled, and I couldn’t imagine any one of these women ever being lost for words. They couldn’t be more than ten years older than me, but I wished I could be more like them. Confident. Worldly.
As Beth continued the story, going into details about Monica, how they seduced her between them, invited her into their bed, played with her like she was a new toy, Lexi met my eyes, lowering her voice. “Are you OK?”
“Yes.” I nodded, trying not to blush but losing badly.
“This isn’t too embarrassing for you?”
I shook my head.
“You’re sure? Your shift is over, you can leave if you want.”
“I want to stay.”
There was a moment of hesitation, and the only two people in the world were myself and Lexi. The sound of Beth’s voice disappeared, the bar faded. My breaths grew more unsteady, my heart thundering. Lexi opened her mouth to speak, then closed it again. Nerves? Did Lexi even get nervous?
“Are you into girls, Harmony?” Chrissy’s voice pulled me back into the present with a jolt.
“Well, I… ”
“It’s OK, you’re among friends. Nothing said here will go any further, I promise. And if you’re not, that’s cool.”
“It’s not that, I’ve just never… well, I’ve never had…”
Lexi’s voice was barely more than a murmur. “You’re a virgin?”
Was she disappointed? Shocked? Curious? “I… Well, I haven’t even really had a boyfriend or girlfriend to tell the truth. I guess there just never was anyone I had that connection with. Not until—” I caught myself before I could say the words.Not until I met you. Lexi said she was off women. The last thing she needed was some doe-eyed virgin fawning all over her, right?
She looked me up and down, tongue glancing her bottom lip.
“Well, personally I think that’s adorable.” Chrissy smiled and I melted. I’m not sure even now that I should have liked being called adorable for being a virgin, but that didn’t change the way it made my nipples peak and my insides clench. “I was just lucky to find Beth when we were all at uni together. I don’t think there’s anything wrong with waiting for someone you have a connection with.”
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Beth took her hand. “Nor is there anything wrong with jumping someone’s bones because they’re hot and you’re both horny.”
“Right?” Chrissy laughed. “Variety is the spice of life.”
I watched her stand from her seat and lean over, taking Beth’s face in her hands, and the two women kissed right there. Not a simple peck, this was passionate, indulgent. Their lips moved together, their eyes closed, their tongues tangling. The sound of smacking lips was wonderful, erotic, and when Lexi’s fingers grazed mine I didn’t hesitate. I took her hands hard and pulled her to me, and for the first time I felt the warmth of another woman’s lips, the softness of her kiss. It was wrong and right. She was my boss and my friend, but I didn’t care. I wanted her. I wanted to feel what she had to give. I moaned a high-pitched moan of need, and she tangled her fingers into my hair.
As the kiss broke, Chrissy put her arm over my shoulders and I turned to find her staring right into my eyes. She moved forward, a little hesitantly, and I stopped breathing for a moment, glancing at Beth, wondering what she would say. When I saw her running eager fingers over Lexi’s jaw I nearly gasped, and felt Chrissy’s lips crush to mine. The kiss was eager, filled with promise, and her nimble fingers toyed with the straps of my top, sliding over my nipple, cupping my breast.
“What do you say?” she asked invitingly. “Would the two of you be up for it?”
Lexi met my eyes in a sideward glance, her lips still glistening from kissing Beth, the need almost intoxicating as she husked, “Your decision.”
All I could do was nod, barely able to breathe as fingers slid into mine, pulling me away from the table, towards the back rooms.
Towards Lexi’s private quarters above the bar.
***
Beth giggled as we four fell into Lexi’s bedroom above the bar, her penchant for antique furniture evident in the elegant four-poster, the rustic tallboy, the spidery mirror above a chest of drawers. Soft curtains flapped in the breeze from the open window, showing occasional glimpses of the London night sky, a slice of moon, glinting stars. Chrissy and Beth seemed to ignore us in their eagerness for each other, for touch, for pleasure. They flopped onto the bed, tangled in each other’s arms, already tugging clothes off. They had been together for a decade, but their need for each other was infectious. It may have been an unconventional relationship, with no qualms when it came to inviting third and even fourth participants into their lovemaking, but it worked for them.
“If any of this is too much for you, I’ll understand,” Lexi whispered, squeezing my hand. “I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable.”
“It’s beautiful. They’re so in love.”
“It was love at first sight. I don’t even remember a moment they weren’t together.”
I leaned my head against Lexi’s chest, listening to the thunder of her heart as I watched Beth remove Chrissy’s panties with an eagerness like it was their first time, running explorative fingers down between her wife’s breasts, over her tummy, through the triangle of hair between her legs.
“I want you,” I breathed. “Please strip me.”
Lexi’s hands slid hesitantly over my shoulders, pushing the shoulder straps of my top to the sides, then running them down my arms. She leaned forward, her lips pressing to my shoulder, tickling as she kissed me, making me squirm as my nipples peaked at the contact, just at the same moment Lexi’s fingers brushed across them. “So beautiful,” she whispered, placing another kiss at my throat as she rubbed me through the soft fabric of my top. “So perfect.”
Eagerly, I grabbed at the hem of her T-shirt, pulling it up, and she raised her arms for me to remove it, the wonder of her bare, freckled breasts revealed to me for the first time. I felt hands on my back and turned to find Beth standing there, grinning as she and Chrissy joined in, ticklish fingers making me gasp as they explored, uninhibited, pinching my nipples, turning my head so that lips could connect with mine. I watched in wonder as Lexi and Chrissy kissed, Lexi’s hand cupping her friend’s bare pussy, fingers disappearing between her legs, tantalizing a hint of things to come. I gasped at Beth’s attentions, her lips smothering mine as we moved together to the edge of the bed, my skirt hastily removed and kicked to the corner of the room.
“Sit down. Spread your legs.”
I obeyed as she climbed up onto the bed behind me, and she laughed as she turned my head up to hers. Her fingers reached into the waistband of my panties, I raised my ass to let them slide down then gasped and cried out at the sensation of a tongue dancing through the soft folds of my intimate lips. Chrissy joined Beth, kneeling above me, and each in turn kissed me, kissed each other, sharing saliva as Lexi continued to stimulate every nerve ending between my legs.
Chrissy ran a fingertip around each of my hardened nipples, encouraging me to scoot back on the bed, to lie propped against the two of them as pleasure swirled through my brain. “Relax, Harmony,” she said as she kissed me. “Just relax and enjoy.”
Beth’s hand guided mine down between my legs, to the back of Lexi’s head, twisting my fingers into her hair. She pulled, and Lexi moved faster, jolts of pure electricity spinning through me as the tip of her tongue glanced my swollen clit. “If there’s anything you don’t like, you just have to say.”
“I like it—Oh, God!”
Her finger slid inside me. Just one, but it hooked hard, making me mewl and squirm as she forced it deeper and my pelvic muscles spasmed, driving a flood of liquid desire to my pussy.
Beth giggled as Lexi climbed up to join us, and my flailing hands found her ass, covered still by her leggings. Her buttocks were firm to the touch, pert and tight, a testament to the many times she’d come into the bar at the beginning of my shift, sweaty from a workout. She was sweaty right now from a different type of exercise, I could feel the damp beads on my fingertips as I ran my hands over her lower back, her smooth hips, her bare breasts. Still struggling to maintain control as I was pulled this way and that, I slid my fingers under the waistband of her leggings and lowered them down, exposing the grey thong beneath, a distinct wet spot visible on the front of the fabric. My mouth went dry at the thought, and I grabbed her as Beth entered me once again, her finger sliding deep and making me cry out and tense as I pulled Lexi close.
“What are you doing, sweetie?”
“I… want to taste you.”
Her hand went instinctively to the wet spot between her legs, covering it from me, her cheeks darkening. “You don’t have to do that.”
I slid my hand into hers, smiling as I pulled it away. “I want to taste you,” I said more firmly, sliding her thong down her legs, admiring the way her glistening lips crimped together, the perfect smoothness of her mound. As Chrissy pinched my nipple, feeding it into her mouth, teeth glancing the hypersensitive peak, I pantingly shifted Lexi into position, straddling my face. My tongue connected with her sex as Chrissy’s kisses trailed down my body, over my tummy to my pelvis. I heard her kissing Beth as I got my first taste of another girl’s cream. Sweet, earthy and wonderful. Overpowering, but not in a bad way. In the way that drove me on, made me want more, made me proud as Lexi started to moan and reached down, her finger glancing and swirling as I licked.
When I began to lose control, driven to the brink by the mix of sensations—the flavour on my tongue, the scent in my nostrils, the feel of Beth’s talented fingers inside me, the sound of kissing and moans and whimpers—Lexi pulled away. The loss was disappointing, but I dropped my head back with a heavy exhale, eyes barely focused as I watched her grin and lower herself onto the bed, shifting down, her ass raised in the air as she settled between my legs, taking Beth’s place. Her mouth clamped over my pussy, and I bit into my bottom lip as Beth and Chrissy brushed my hair from my eyes and played with each other above me. Kisses and licks from Lexi, along with gentle rubs and mind-shattering pressure from her fingers moving in and out made me start to writhe and buck, losing control as my pelvic muscles squeezed. I mewled as fresh liquid heat trickled from my sex, and it was then that I felt a gentle finger against my ass.
“Oh…” I gasped as Beth and Chrissy smiled and laughed, pulling my face to each of theirs in turn, kissing me as I struggled for breath. “Oh… Oh…”
“Shhh. Relax and enjoy it.” Beth grinned as her fingers trailed a cool, snaking line down my belly. “Let it go, sweetie.”
Let it go.
My body tipped over into an orgasm at the words, but not like any orgasm I’d ever given myself. Lexi’s tongue in my slit felt nothing like my own fingers dancing in that warmth. My body writhed of its own accord as I reached out for the nearest body, Chrissy responding eagerly to the touch, kissing me as I grabbed her breasts, moaning as our lips moved together. My stomach cramped, forcing more honey from my pussy as Beth grabbed the back of Lexi’s head and forced it harder against me, holding her in place as she licked and sucked at the juices.
Chrissy trailed her fingers through it, swirled it around my nipple and brought them to her face, smiling as she licked her forefinger. Beth eagerly kissed her wife’s fingers before guiding them to my mouth, letting me taste the sweet and salty release as I finally started to calm, breaths becoming steadier as Lexi slowed her licks and tenderly kissed my mons.
“That… that was… amazing.”
Beth laughed, ticklish fingers tracing my shoulders. “Oh honey, you think that’s it?”
“I… I…”
Lexi came closer as Chrissy slid from the bed, kind eyes staring into mine as she brushed strands of hair out of my face. “Middle drawer,” she said, turning her head in Chrissy’s direction.
“Wh—what’s happening?”
“Trust me, sweet girl.”
I reached out languidly, touched her nipple, admiring the way it stood proud of her breast. “I do, it’s just—”
“We’re not finished with you.” Beth giggled as she leaned forward and kissed Lexi. “You’re our new favourite plaything.”
“Found it!”
I wanted to look at what it was that Chrissy had “found”, but Lexi held me too tight, distracting me with her touch, with her mouth, with her eyes.
When the new object pressed against my battered pussy, cooler and heavier than fingers, I gasped. Chrissy stroked it up and down my swollen lips, and my body quivered with nervous excitement. A sex toy. Penetration. I spread my legs wider, eager to take it, to feel it inside me. As Lexi’s lips pressed to mine again, I ran my fingers down her body, and felt hers and Beth’s exploring me. I watched, mouth dry, as they kissed above me, then drew a sharp breath.
“Such a tight little girl, aren’t you?” Chrissy giggled as the toy found my resistance. “How does that feel?”
“More,” I begged, already beginning to undulate. “Please. Give me more. Oh God, I want to—ohhhh. Ohhh.” The feel of it sliding deeper blinded me, the pressure and size stealing my breath as Beth pinched my nipple, fed it into her mouth. Already struggling for breath, I almost began to panic as lips were clamped over mine, only to relax when I realized they belonged to Lexi.
Chrissy kissed me below, then pushed the toy deeper, moving it in and out as my body shifted to accommodate this new sensation. Wave after wave of sharp electric shocks blasted through my brain as it filled me, gloriously firm, gloriously long. I could feel it knocking against my belly. I reached down between my legs and spread my lips, fingertips playing with the swollen nub, needing something to tip me over the edge.
Beth and Lexi smothered me with kisses as the toy moved inside me, sweat beading on my flesh as I tried to both hold back and come closer to the precipice. I writhed, mewling and panting, barely aware of the words spilling from my lips: more, please, I want to… Oh, God…
Finally, with a silent cry, cut off by Lexi’s mouth, I tipped over, body quaking, stomach muscles clenching and releasing as I moaned into our kiss, gasping for breath, aching all over as a third screaming orgasm rolled over my second of the night, before finally, spent and contented, I fell still.
It felt like an age that I lay there, the toy still moving past nerves, dull and heavy as I gasped, desperately trying to catch my breath. Lexi’s fingers ran up my belly, cupping my breast as she smiled down at me. “How was your first time, sweetie?”
“I—” I caught myself, licking my lips, trying to form a coherent thought. “Perfect.” I smiled “It was perfect.”
Chrissy rose to her knees between my aching legs, holding the glistening dildo up in front of her, kissing the tip as she smirked. “Look what a mess you made.”
I laughed, clutching my belly, moving my legs to try to get some feeling back in them.
“It’s going to get messier yet,” Beth said as she stroked gentle fingers across my forehead, moving the sweat-soaked hair aside. “It’s Lexi’s turn and we already know what she’s like.”
***
I woke to the warmth of the sun on my skin, and a feeling of utter contentment. Traffic rumbled by outside the window and there was a scent of fresh air and hot food. I rolled over and stretched out my arm, but found nothing but cool, rumpled sheets.
Memories of the night before swam in my mind. Beth, Lexi and Chrissy each being brought to orgasm after shuddering orgasm. Bathing each other, still playfully touching naked skin, still kissing. Rolling into bed, warmth and comfort as we snuggled together. A smile spread over my lips, then faded.
What if the bed was empty because Lexi was regretting it?
I was her employee, not her lover.
She said she was sworn off women.
I forced my eyes open and stared at the empty room, hazy sunshine illuminating the chaos of what we’d done, clothes strewn haphazardly over the floor. Climbing out of bed, I cast my eyes over the mess, finding my panties discarded in a corner, my skirt flung over a lamp.
“What do you think you’re doing?”
I turned to find Lexi standing in the doorway, holding a tray. Her dressing gown hung open down the centre, making my mouth water with the hint of breasts, stomach, pussy. “I was…”
“Back into bed, missy. I’ve made breakfast. I don’t make breakfast for anyone.”
“I didn’t know if you… I mean, I thought maybe you’d want me to go.”
“Go? Oh, you’re not going anywhere. Last night was fun, but this morning I don’t have to share you with anyone else.” She smiled as she placed the tray on the bed, two plates of toast and scrambled eggs, two glasses of orange juice. “Beth and Chrissy have already left to see if they can help the bride with anything, so it’s just you and me.”
She stepped over to me, took the panties out of my hand and dropped them on the floor.
“You need to eat and you need to drink, sweetie.” Her lips met mine gently, but as she pulled back I saw the smirk cross her face. “You’re going to need your strength.”
Ends
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