Part 21 (2/2)
Fel writhed and moaned until Aidan finally released her. Then she cupped her c.u.n.t protectively and squeezed gently. s.h.i.+vering, she held out her hand to Aidan, her fingers dripping.
”Look what you made me do. You made me come everywhere.”
Smiling, Aidan slowly and carefully licked each finger clean. ”You have beautiful hands. I'm going to come for a long time thinking about your hands.”
”I'm not ready to stand firm just yet.” Fel slid a finger into Aidan's mouth. ”We've got all night, and I'm feeling lucky.”
Cupping Fel's hand, Aidan drew it down her body and pressed it between her legs. Then Aidan dealt the cards.
Midnight Buffet Karin Kallmaker ”That was certainly interesting.” I wondered if I looked as feverish as I felt.
Ashley and Odette stood on either side of me, both exuding so much heat that I felt like a Tart they wanted to go Pop.
”It certainly was.” Ashley had a purr to her voice. ”I've never seen a woman gush like that before.”
Odette, with a pitying tone said, ”You haven't? Maybe someday it won't have to be in a video.”
Point to Odette.
Turning toward the Lido Apollo restaurant I said, ”I didn't know some of die things I saw.” Pink Pleasures had featured several scenes that I was still reeling over. I wasn't sure how I felt about power play. I liked it rough sometimes, but I also liked it soft. Sometimes I liked to be told what to do, and sometimes I liked to tell. The idea of being only one way, all the time, just wasn't what I was all about.
I could feel the arch looks the other two were giving each other behind my back. At one point during the video I'd considered that a three-way could be a lot of fun. Certainly it had looked pleasing for the woman in the middle. I'd had my share of fun but never tried that, and sometimes it really appealed to me.
The notion had begun this morning during our tour of Lesbos. The three of us had outdistanced the rest of our group; we were two decades younger than most of the others. We'd explored the museum and temple at our own pace, making ribald remarks and flirting like mad. It had taken me a while to realize they were both flirting with me and not so much with each other. Okay, I have an ego, and it felt very nice to have two attractive, but very different, women interested in me.
At one point, after Ashley said she'd heard rumors of a real s.e.x show during one of the late night videos, I'd suggested that we all watch the p.o.r.n video tonight. With that kind of stimulation, I had imagined myself with a pa.s.sport to the Land of Three-way by midnight. However, as the day had gone by, Odette and Ashley had become increasing hostile to each other.
Machismo in a woman was disappointing. My last two girlfriends had both made me feel clueless and in need of their guidance. Even when I was showing them how to wire their home theaters or set up a wireless LAN-things I got paid to do-they had to tell me how to do it better, according to them. The next time I got involved with a woman it would be because she liked and cared about the things that interested me as well. Someone who didn't make me feel silly for watching musicals and chick flicks. Someone who could cry over a book or coo over a cute puppy.
So normally the compet.i.tive att.i.tudes Odette and Ashley were putting on would have had me running the other way from both of them. A holiday fling wasn't about puppies and tomorrow, I reminded myself. After that video it would be a d.a.m.ned shame if I went to bed by myself tonight. It seemed increasingly clear that I couldn't have both of them, though, but I had no idea how to pick.
”What's going on in here?” Odette opened the restaurant door for me nanoseconds before Ashley could do so.
”Dessert Extravaganza.”
”Getting your strength up for anything in particular?” Ashley gave me a sidelong glance as she handed me a plate and a wrapped roll of cutlery.
”I'm just here for the calories. Oh look, aren't they cute!” I peered closely at the tiny penguins and igloos in handcrafted marzipan. The lavish spread of desserts-cream cakes, eclairs, brownies, pralines, pirouettes, baklava, on and on-included tableaus of dolphins, whales, fairies and monsters.
Ashley, in front of me in line, said, ”Don't have any of the brownies, Hallie. I'm not sure how something can look so much like chocolate and be flavorless.”
I shrugged. ”I've yet to have a chocolate dessert I really liked on this trip, but the fruit tarts are fantastic.”
Odette put her hand on my arm to get my attention. ”Look, behind the centerpiece. It's a pastry pride parade!”
”Oh, how cute” we said in unison.
Ashley said, ”I really don't like marzipan.”
We carried our laden plates out to the pool deck where dancing under the moonlight was underway to bouncy party music blaring from the huge speakers. Odette found us a table after we successfully avoided joining the conga line.
I puckered in response to the first bite of lemon bar. ”Oh, that's sour. And good.”
”The kiwi strawberry souffle is great, too.” Odette savored a spoonful of her dessert.
”Try some of the sorbet, Hallie.” Ashley offered a spoonful and I accepted. Point to Ashley.
”Very nice. Coconut and rum.”
Odette offered to get us all some water and I watched her walk away. Where Ashley was firm and sculpted, Odette was a little bit more round, softer. She had a beautifully shaped head, highlighted by tightly locked dreads, and her smile was the easiest thing about her. Ashley's long blond hair had been pulled out the back of her hat on the tour, with a jaunty flare I liked. Now it was loose around her shoulders. They were both in tailored shorts and simple tank tops tonight, as were about half the women on board. I had chosen a skirt for the evening, mostly because I was running out of clean shorts, and paired it with a spaghetti-strapped camisole. Okay, and a pair of shoes that really weren't meant for much walking.
Maybe it was the sugar and the video, or the rum and c.o.kes we decided we all needed, but it didn't seem like all that much later that I was dancing to ”We are Family” sandwiched between the two of them. I'm not sure which one of them decided to drizzle some of the melted sorbet on my shoulders, but it was mind-altering when they both licked it off of me.
Our hips were moving in a continuous rolling rhythm, reminding me of the toy-packing scenes in the video we'd watched. I reached a point of not caring how they felt about each other. I was on holiday, a long way from my job and limited dating pool. I wanted to invite them both to any private place we could find-my roommate had been a.s.signed by the tour company and was apparently a nun-and let them do just about anything they wanted to me.
I leaned into Odette behind me and her hands slipped around my waist. Ashley's response was to grind just a little harder into me from the front and to continue licking my shoulder and neck even though the sorbet was long gone.
Finally, I just said it. ”You aren't going to make me choose between you, are you?”
Odette whispered in one ear, ”I'd really like to have you all to myself.”
Ashley whispered in the other, ”I have plenty of things planned for you-you won't need anyone else.”
I wanted to say that it wasn't about need, it was about want. They both wanted me, so why couldn't I be selfish and have them both? My inner s.l.u.t was really pouting about having to give up either. I was all worked up into a three-way fantasy, and they were very ungallantly not playing along.
Leaving the dancing behind, I sauntered back into the restaurant with the two of them trailing along behind me. I treated myself to one of the tiny ice cream cones and treated them to watching me lick it. They both promptly got cones and demonstrated their prowess. It was very silly. More s.l.u.t pouting.
We were lingering near the doorway, ostensibly watching the dancing while eyeing each other, when a raised voice at the nearest table drew our attention. A young woman had paused to address a much older woman who could only be, based on many similar features, her mother. Her words confirmed it.
”Hi, Mom.” She was speaking just loudly enough that it was impossible not to eavesdrop. ”You'll never guess what I saw in the Lost and Found when I was looking for my sweater.”
The older redhead gave her daughter a suspicious look. ”Whatever it is, you're very pleased with yourself.”
The younger woman unfurled a black garment-a little black dress. ”This turned up on the pool deck.”
The mother blushed bright red, and so fast it was almost frightening. The silver-haired woman sitting across the table from her burst into laughter.
The younger woman, with a knowing smirk, draped the dress around her mother's shoulders. She gave the other woman a broad grin. ”Candace?”
The silver-haired woman, still chuckling, said, ”Yeah?”
”Way to go!”
The mother dropped her head into her hands as Candace and her daughter high-fived. I was grinning from ear-to-ear.
The daughter strutted off and Candace reached across the table to pat the redhead's hand comfortingly. ”It's okay, honey. She's only going to tease you about it for the next ten years.”
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