Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Thursday, Week 3 It's just after midnight when we get into her limo, and she tells Robert to take her home. "You don't mind coming home with me, do you, Rachel?" she asks, sounding like a high-school girl asking her boyfriend for five dollars. "I'd like nothing better, I think." But she sees me frown, and grins a little. "I'm sure Kani would approve. I know her." She leans over and opens a little bar, asking if I want champagne. I don't want to get too drunk, I say, and she laughs a little. "It's just champagne," she says, and pours me some. In truth, I want to fuck her so bad I don't care wether Kani approves or not, but I'm three quarters sure she would anyway. I'm in the front, facing back across this little coffee table thing, and she's in the middle of the back seat, legs crossed, a glittering flute full of bubbling liquid in one hand, a long white cigarette in the other. I think she's pretty, like that, so I say so. And she smiles, asking me if I came. "Yeah," I say, a little surprised. She doesn't seem like a shy librarian anymore. "I want to watch. Would you do it again?" Her glass clinks when she puts it in a holder on the table, and I smile at her. In answer, god I like this girl, I want her want to taste her I unbutton my shirt again, bottom to top, pulling it out of the skirt. The limo bumps a little from time to time, and I watch her watch me, playing with my tits and getting turned on like something else, she just watches my eyes. After a bit of that I want to jack off, really do, want her to see, so I pull the skirt off slow and drape it across the table. The champagne is delicious, sweet and dry and going down too fast, so I put it down and sit back, spreading my legs and hooking my feet into the straps that close the doors. And she sighs. Yet another thing I need to make her do. I want to make her come. So I do my best to drive her nuts, works on me, too, fiddling with my clit and slipping fingers in and out of me, and she squirms a little on the seat when I gasp once, her hands stretched out to the sides of the seat, her lips parted slightly. God, this is strange, this is erotic, jacking in the dark of the limo with her watching, the leather sticky against my ass, Kani's shirt bunched up under my shoulders, and she keeps watching my eyes, I'm breathing heavy now with my lips spread wide and three fingers deep inside, wetter than I can remember being. I can see Robert's eyes in the rear view mirror, he glances occasionally, and Gretchen looks at nothing but me, her legs still crossed but now she's got one hand between her legs, up high by her pussy, and it's moving a little. I want to come now so I'm banging my hand in, three fingers shoving deep into me, the middle finger of my other hand scratching my clit like I'm trying to get it off and oh I want her to use her tongue so I say so but she doesn't move and oh god oh god I'm begging her mmmm! my legs shudder against the doors, "I'm gonna make a mess," I hiss at her and she smiles, her hand between her legs moving more noticeably and she moans, high in her throat and whack I come, the leather squeaking beneath me, one of my feet hitting the floor with a thump and her saying "Oh, Rachel," and me whining super-high, like a cat, crossing my legs over my hand and hugging myself to stop shaking. And Gretchen jerks, her eyes closed, her mouth open, she breathes in once, hard, with a gasp, and is motionless for a few seconds. Her hand pulls from between her legs and rubs up the front of her jacket, strokes her neck, and I'm moving towards her as she thanks me. All the way to her house, she's cuddled against me on the leather, the slick silk of her suit cool against my skin, her lips kissing mine, my neck, my tits; sucking on my nipples, licking cum off my hand; and her fingers trace lines around the small of my back and I growl at her a lot. "Home, Miss Gretchen," Robert says, and my foot knocks her glasses from the table and they click on the floor of the car. Holy shit. I mean, holy shit. This has got to be the nicest house I've ever been in. Ever fucking seen. This huge expanse of marble, lines of metal in it, and the typical rich-people stuff: Statues and paintings and things, she's rich. I pad across the cold stone, my skirt back on and shirt buttoned again, her heels clicking in the wide beautiful hall, and we pass rooms on either side that look like nobody lives there, they're so perfect and exquisite. I can't help it. "You live here?" "Yeah," she says, sounding meek, and she giggles again (wow), "Kind of excessive, isn't it?" "It's fucking nice, is what it is," I say, as we pass a room done in white white carpet and black furniture with lots of gold metal. And we're going towards a huge wall of glass with blue light behind it, and the darkness of night sky. "Thanks," she says, exactly like she hears that all the time, and then, with her eyebrow raised at me, "Do you swim?" She opens a door in the wall of glass and I can smell chlorine, the blue is the glow from a pool surrounded by house, the sky bare above it, the cool night air hits my face as we go outside, in the middle of her house. "Um," I start, feeling like my legs are made of jelly. "Sure." She indicates a chaise covered in what looks like black velvet in the dark, and calls to no-one in particular, "Robert, would you bring us a drink, please?" She kisses me, soft and her perfume like flowers in my head, and says she'll be right back. And I'm alone, the stars above me and the night wind, her kiss tingling on my lips and her scent in my lungs, and I breathe really deep a few times, lying back on the chair. God, with Kani and all this, I think of what my life was like a month ago and can't believe how happy I am. How fucked it was before. I think about screwing women more than men now, I mean, I still want to get laid by men, I'm sure. But these things these women do to me, christ. It's so different, so nice, so intense. That orgasm in the car was as wild as any I've had with Kani, different, yeah, but just as hard. Gretchen is so pretty, and Robert is there, handing me a glass. He's not too bad looking, really. Sort of feminine, which I suddenly see as better, and I smile and thank him. Then he's walking away and I drink some, champagne again, even better than before, but maybe I'm just a bit buzzed, and she's coming towards me from the side of the pool, taking another glass from Robert as she passes him. An intricate bikini the color of her eyes is stretched across her body, gold glittering from her neck, wrists, and ankles, and her hair is down, blowing around her shoulders blond and wavy. Shit. She's fucking perfect. I mean, perfect. Her -- breasts, "tits" doesn't fit them, are small and round and high, curving behind glossy blue above a perfect ribline, her waist is tiny, jesus. She's perfect. I can't think of another word. I mean, Kani's got a killer body, all trim and althletic and great, but Gretchen's is a wet dream. Adolescent fantasy. She sits next to my calves, nice nice legs, and holds out a small bundle of red cloth. "Want to change?" It seems weird, I just jacked off in just my stockings in front of this chick in her car, squirted cum on her leather seats, but it's perfectly natural to change in her bathroom instead of right in front of her. The bathroom, all grey porcelain and gold fixtures, is bigger than my living room with Amy. Fuckin' A. And the bikini she gave me is this bright red thong, takes me a minute to figure out the top, until I realize you're supposed to hook it to the bottom strings by your hips. Looks pretty good on me, I think, turning in the mirror, but I'm spoiled by seeing her, perfect, flawless, beautiful. And I'm turned on just thinking about her, stimulated in a way I haven't ever been. I wonder if Kani feels like this about her, remember her saying "Gretchen's pretty close to my favorite next to you" and thinking she probably does. And Kani, baby, my girlfriend, is definitely my favorite. But Gretchen is running a real close second right now. Her house is tremendously quiet right now, cold stone beneath my feet, soft lights and muted moonlight streaming through it from various directions, and I find my way back to the pool without too many wrong turns. She's swimming, slow backstroke through the lighted water, her suit paler blue against the sapphire glow of the water, the air chilly against my bare ass, I can feel my nipples harden against the tight red cloth. She meets me at the edge of the pool, her hands clasping the wooden edge, and she smiles, her hair shining gold across the top of her head. "That looks nice on you," she says, dipping her chin below the water. "It fits nice," I say, kneeling down at the edge. "It's Jamie's. She doesn't like it, though. You keep it." I start to object, but she shakes her head, smiling at me with her eyes, her mouth under water. "It's yours. Come on in." And she kicks away from the side, splashing me a little with warm warm water. And it's cold, all of sudden, so I swing my lower legs over the edge, whoa it's warm in there, and cold out here, so I slip in, that shock of wetness fading into warmth and softness. While we swim we talk, about nothings, about Kani, about champagne, which I'm really starting to like, and she tells me about Kani's lovers. There's me, I guess I'm like Kani's, like Danielle is Gretchen's. And Jamie and Laura are a pair, even though Jamie lives here with her, and Sherri and Kim are each other's. "And Simon, well, he's got us all." She finishes, pulling herself up a ladder out of the pool, the water running down her faultless body, and I'm thinking if I'd never seen Kani's ass, Gretchen's would be the best one on earth. "Really," I breathe, a chill running down my spine at his name, even in the warmth of the water. "Yeah," she says, her voice echoing off the glass, "Sort of." And she takes a big white towel from a cabinet by the chairs and covers herself with it. Damn. Then something occurs to me. Three pairs of women . . . pairs. "Gretchen?" I say, not sure if I should ask, but it's so oddly easy to talk to her, "Can I ask you," and I trail off, not knowing if it's okay to do this. Like maybe I should ask Kani. "Anything." She sits on the end of one of the chaises, sipping champagne. "If you guys are all, well, pairs, then . . ." And I can't do it. She smiles with one side of her mouth, and is silent for a minute. "Kani had a -- girlfriend, I guess -- before you. Yes." Just the sound of water lapping, and my heart feels funny, I mean I know she'd had all these women around, and Simon too, but I never thought of anyone but me as her girlfriend. My girlfriend. "Who?" I say, before I want to. I shouldn't be asking Gretchen. She doesn't seem uncomfortable really, but I shouldn't be asking her. "Who was it?" "Her name is Heather." Kani's voice, from my left, and the water splashes loudly when I turn, and there she is, in the open door of the glass wall, in the black jeans and black halter, a light strip of her skin across her bare stomach, backlit by the moon coming down the hall. I do not know what to say, but she walks to the edge of the pool and curls her finger at me, mouthing the words come here, baby. So I swim over, and she helps me out, fuck is it cold, and Gretchen drapes a towel over my shoulders. "I was going to tell you about her. I'm sorry I didn't," Kani says, something like distress pursing her lips. I shrug, try to say something, can't. "I'll be inside." Gretchen's soft, pretty voice, and I stare at Kani until I hear the door slide shut. Her eyes are wet. "I should have told you." She moves a little, and I kiss her, hard, and pull back, clear my throat. "I just," and my voice falters, I clear my throat again, "I wasn't expecting it. It's okay. I'm just . . ." And I'm turning, walking away from her, so I stop and turn back. She's rubbing her wrist with her other hand, and she says, "I love you, Rachel. You." We stand there for a minute, and I love her too and she's in my arms and she kisses me, her tongue is cold and tastes like Scotch, and I say I love her, too. Then I say I'm freezing, and she laughs, her beautiful laugh. "What happened?" I ask her when we're inside, her hands rubbing me dry with the towel, nice fuckin' towel, that. "Heather, she's unique. Like Simon is. The way Danielle is Gretchen's, and Jamie is Laura's, and you" -- she kisses me -- "are mine, Heather is Simon's now. "They belong together." There's something in her eye, like she's not really looking at me, and I tell her I'm sorry. And her eyes focus on mine. "Thanks." She smiles. "Let's find Gretchen." She's in her bedroom, or at least a bedroom, with this huge canopied bed covered in pillows and a down comforter, and she's dressed in a black silk chiffon gown that runs off her breasts in long shining folds, god is she beautiful, "You look beautiful, Gretchen," Kani says, beating me to it, and she smiles, curling her legs under, stretching out on the bed. The gown is barely see-thru, with lines running down it's length, curving around her curves. Gorgeous. "You two too," Gretchen says, laughing ooh and stretching like a cat, her perfect breasts moving nicely under the black lines, gold still glittering against her neck and outer joints. "Want to change?" And Kani says sure and leads me by the hand into the biggest walk-in closet I've ever seen, bigger than my bedroom in my apartment, and it's lined on three sides with about forty thousand dollars in silk and satin and fuck else. Looks like the rack at a fuckin' Victoria's, only better. Kani smiles at me, asks me what I feel like. "Um, cold," I say, wrapping my arms around the towel, feeling cold air on my wet legs, so she flicks a few hangars and pulls this gown out, bright blue silk with white lace from the ribs up, with little roses woven into the lace. It's exquisite, and I say so, and she takes it off the hangar and pulls my towel away. I stop her to dry off a bit more while she strips the bikini off me, kissing my thigh, my navel, the small of my back . . . "Kani," I whine, and she runs her hands up my chest, the gown following, her warm hands, the chilly silk, and her lips on my shoulder and I can't stand it anymore so I turn in her arms to kiss her. She pulls away, says we musn't keep Miss Gretchen waiting and slips the thing over my head. Good god, the thing clings to me, the lace cupping under my tits and closing across my ribs, the silk flowing down my hips, little straps on my shoulders and my back completely bare, and I feel about ten times sexy. I guess I look it, too, 'cause Kani makes a little "ooh" sound and kisses me again, and then says "Go on, doll. I'll be along." I kiss her again and go back into the bedroom, Gretchen lying there in transparent black, those curved stripes rounding her shape, fuck. "You're beautiful." Her voice is so soft. Walking feels great, the silk moving around my legs and the lace tightening against my chest with every step, and I try to remain elegant while I lie on the bed, two feet from Gretchen and facing her. "So are you," I say, even though I hate returning compliments. She is! We fall easily into this conversation, about things that I probably won't even remember tomorrow, my head is lying on my arm and she's holding my hand, I watch her lips move and can't stop smiling, and she leans towards me when she laughs. Then Kani comes out of the closet, wearing her nipple ring and the black French cuts she wore under the jeans, and nothing else. She smiles at us, puts her arms out and turns, she's so pretty I feel a little tingle in my hips, and she walks to the bed. "I couldn't decide." "You never can," Gretchen laughs, and my girlfriend lies behind me, right behind me, running her hand up my leg until it rubs my neck, her nipples hard against the skin of my back, I have to turn my head to kiss her. I exhale slowly when she bites my lower lip, and I can feel Gretchen moving. Kani stops kissing me, and when I turn my head Gretchen's lips touch mine, oh, god, can she kiss, like Kani, but softer, warmer, wetter. And her hand runs up my thigh, and now I'm soaked. I want her so bad . . . "Make her come, Kani," Gretchen whispers, her nails making a circle on my ass, and Kani giggles. "You sure?" She makes me move towards Gretchen by pushing against me - "I mean, you know what that'll do, don't you?" And Gretchen whines, writhing on the bed next to me, her breath in her voice, god she's sexy, and says, "Mmmm-hmm. Please, make her come. Make her." And Kani's hand is pulling the gown up my legs, her nails scratching against my skin, until the thing is bunched around my waist and then ohchrist baby her lips are on my hip, her teeth light against the bone there, and she rolls me flat, kissing her way across my loin until her tongue strokes my pubic hair. I could come right now, I'm thinking, and when Gretchen runs her hand down the lace stretched across my tit, I almost do. Soft, warm lips, and the smell of flowers. Gretchen kisses my neck, upper chest, my lips, all the while petting my tits, once she pinches my nipple with the ring in it, and I gasp, the next second, Kani's tongue slips between my pussy lips and flutter I come, my GOD! that was easy, so soft, so nice! But it's not over, not if I get my way, and my girlfriend seems to be of like minds, her fingers parting me gently, her lips closing over my clit, making me shudder, and I arch my back and peel the gown off, laughing at the thing that Jason used to say. They are never on very long. Kani snakes her tongue into me, pressing my legs apart, and Gretchen starts sucking my nipples, and I'm gonna come again if they don't stop. This is heaven, I'm thinking, I press their heads harder onto me, a deep, long sound coming from my chest, I can't take it I can't and I quiver a little, Gretchen moves her head down, lying on my stomach, facing down. I push up on my shoulders to watch her watch me and I can see Kani eating me out, her eyes closed, her hand on my thighs, ohGODohGODoh my . . . "Kani," I hear myself whimper, she's fucking teasing me again, like that first night, just making me hang there, fuck and I lay back, enjoying it, running my nails up and down Gretchen's back, she's breathing harder and then she fuck me OH Kani baby please spreads me open for my girlfriend's mouth, her perfectly manicured nails digging into my pussy lips. Her head moves again and I can feel her breath on my mound, god fucking DAMMIT I want to come so bad, I press Kani's head harder into me, but she grabs my hand and pins it under my ass, and I can't reach past Gretchen to use the other one so I just grab her, hearing a little tear in her black gown when my hand clenches. This sound starts in me, way down in my stomach, coming up through my throat like some animal, and I can't stop it and don't want to, Kani's tongue flicking wildly on my clit, and Gretchen's nails stretching me tight against it, my back is arching, my legs start to shake, and then Gretchen is making gasping sounds, like she's out of breath, every time she breathes in. Then when she breathes out, she starts saying "yes" over and over, high, clear voice, and she licks me ohmygod oh jesus her tongue slides along my skin, just above my clit and she's gasping, yes, yes, yes, and like a sledgehammer hitting me in the pelvis I come. It doesn't start somewhere and overwhelm me, like usual, it just happens, like something broke, SLAM I hear myself scream something vague, and I'm shaking and I can't control my arms, my legs try to clamp shut over Kani's head but she's holding them open, slipping her tongue in and out of me and Gretchen, jesus she's trembling against me, her shoulder in my hip, her ass clenched tight beneath the black lines of silk. I can feel myself ejaculating, hard bursts coming from somewhere inside, and there are stars in my eyes, the room spins, I can't catch my breath and Gretchen goes "ooooohh," and slowly relaxes against my waist, Kani slowing and stopping, little aftershocks ripple along my insides, and my back finally unclenches. Oh my god. "Oh my god," I'm saying, "oh my god . . ." I feel absolutely spent, like I couldn't move if the house was on fire, but I want so bad to taste Gretchen I can't help moving, I twist to my side and my hands claw at the black silk of her gown, trying to get it up so I can kiss her skin, but she rolls away from me No Gretchen please, and Kani's rolling me onto my back again, her bare pussy inches from my mouth, so I thrust my tongue into her, my teeth hitting her hard against her pelvic bone. "Huhmmm god Rachel yes," she says all at once, her voice low and husky, and she grips my hair and pulls me into her, grinding her snatch in my face. Then she lets go, grabbing the headboard with both hands, flattening my head against the mattress with her hips, stretching her back out above me, and she fucks my face, her warm wetness sliding over my mouth, nose, eyes even. I grab her ass and center her over my mouth, nibbling at her clit and pushing my tongue up her as far as it will go. She's moaning, saying my name, I can hear Gretchen whimpering in the background, wanting her to go down on me but not knowing if I could take it right now. I can feel her moving, but she doesn't touch me, I can't see for Kani's loins in my face, but then I feel her next to me, see her hand close over Kani's tit, her palm flat against it, pressing hard, and then her fingers pulling at her nipple ring. "Ohgod Gretchen yes," Kani gasps, and then she freezes against me, jerking once, and starts making little "uh" sounds, her hips twitching with the sound. I just suck her clit hard, knowing Gretchen's doing something behind Kani's back, but I can't see what it is. Kani wails, high and long, her hips wrenching hard against my face, she freezes again, taking long, shuddering breaths, what the fuck is Gretchen doing?! I lick downward, trying to shove my tongue in her again, and I can feel Gretchen's finger, curled into Kani's pussy, just barely inside her, and then Gretchen whispers in my ear, her voice mostly breath. "Bite her clit," she says, pausing to whine, "hard." I move back up, touching her clit with my tongue, feeling it's hardness, then rake my lower teeth against it. Kani lurches, making a loud animal sound, sobbing, her breath harsh in my ears, I hurt her, "Kani?" I start, "Doit." she barks, her hips quaking above me, so I do, closing my teeth on her swollen, hardened clit, and slowly close them tighter. Shit, the sounds she's making - sounding like a dog that's barking so hard it can't breathe, her exhales like explosive verbs in some Arabic language, her inhales like files against sheet steel, and she stops breathing. Her hips are shaking, like she's trying not to move but can't help it, little squeaks coming from her throat as her breath escapes, I'm scared to death, I must be hurting her, oh Kani and then she moves. Kani's whole body counvulses, her jagged scream not loud enough to drown out the snap of her clit leaving my teeth, and she drops to the bed above my head, straightening her legs, I see Gretchen's hand where her pussy was, her middle finger and thumb meeting in a cross of French nail manicure, and I roll over, wanting to hold Kani as she comes. She's still hanging from the headboard, her torso twisted painfully against the pillows, her lower body curled into a fetal position, and she's shaking, jetting streams of cum on Gretchen's comforter from between her clenched thighs, her breath ragged in her throat, tears streaming down her face. No, Kani please I'm so sorry and I move to her, she jerks when I touch her, pulling me down into a hard embrace. I can feel her squirt a few intermittent spurts of cum on my leg, can see Gretchen straddling the corner of the bed, her eyes closed, back arched, perfect breasts, arms straight along her sides, her torso vibrating in an obvious orgasm. "Thank you so much baby, god thanks I love you I love you," Kani is whispering in my ear, "thank you that was it, that was the one." She twists, I move and she kisses me, her face wet with tears, her breathing still labored, and I don't know what the fuck to think. "I hurt you," I start, and she laughs, breathy in my ear. "No, you didn't. You did make me feel the best . . . long time, Rachel." "But," and I falter. Kiss her again. "Yeah," she admits, "it hurts. But it feels, god. I don't know. So fucking good." And she hugs me tighter, pulling my face against her shoulder, and I'm a little relieved. That had to hurt. Gretchen slides up behind me, putting her arms around us both, and Kani thanks her, too. Gretchen giggles. "No trouble. My pleasure, you might say." I turn in their embrace to look at Gretchen's face, see it flushed with heat, her pale skin pink with blood. She's smiling, her eyes are sparkling blue. "I want to make you come, Gretchen," I tell her, and her smile fades a bit. What? "Later, maybe." Kani kisses me, pulling my head away from Gretchen's face, and I feel Gretchen get up. Kani holds me in the kiss, and when she lets go, I know I look puzzled. "Hard to explain," she says, quietly. "Patience?" I shake my head, but say OK. Tell her it'll drive me crazy. She laughs, her beautiful laugh, her chest moving against mine. "Yeah, me too." Then I hear a shower start, from somewhere by the closet, Kani asks me if I want to wash off and I say sure. We go into a room that's door is invisible when it's closed, like a secret passage or something, it's a huge bathroom with a huge shower, three sprayheads tossing water all over the place, and Gretchen's already in there. She's wearing a G-string, in the shower, which is odd, but I don't care in a minute. Two gorgeous women rubbing you clean with tons of flowery soap is too damn nice not to pay attention to, and I hope Kani feels the same way when Gretchen and I do her. Gretchen is last, and if I had anything to do with it, her breasts are the cleanest set of perky little tits in the world. She wouldn't let me take off her G-string when I tried. Weird. All in all, though, one of the nicest showers I ever had, even though my legs were so weak from coming all night I could barely stand. We stayed a long time, hot water and soap and smooth, beautiful bodies, and when we dried each other off and returned to the bedroom, the bed had been changed, warm, dark red sheets and a new black comforter. I stayed nude, and Kani did, too, Gretchen wore a pair of ruffly white panties, and that was all. And then we slept, together on the soft, soft sheets, soft, soft legs next to mine, and that was nice, too. break Next morning, I woke up in the huge, soft bed all alone. I roll slowly in the sheets, feeling absolutely great, that warm morning great that makes you think you'd stay in bed forever. And Robert is there when I open my eyes to the cool pink light of the room, holding a fuzzy black robe and a cup of coffee. "Miss Rachel, good morning," he says, smiling at me. So I say good morning back, stretching like a cat under the covers. "Coffee?" he asks, holding the cup out towards me. I take it, sit up a bit to drink some holy shit, is that good coffee and he lays the robe across the bed. "Miss Gretchen is breakfasting by the pool, when you're ready to join her. Miss Kani and Miss Jamie are with her." "Do you always say 'miss'?" I ask him, smiling a little. He smiles back, he's really cute, y'know - STOP it Rachel you little tramp... "Of course, Miss Rachel." "Well, it's just 'Rachel', okay?" I tell him, sitting up with the covers held over my chest, the coffee in the other hand. "No 'miss.' I don't like it." "Certainly, Rachel. Whatever you wish," he says, and dammit if he doesn't sound a little pleased or something. And then he winks at me before he leaves the room. Give to two to one odds I fuck him, too, I'm thinking, and I laugh at myself a bit. Tramp. So I get up and get the robe on, nice one, of course. All soft and warm and it's actually fitted, so it looks great, feels better. And I try to make my way back to the pool, my feet slapping softly against the cold stones of Gretchen's big middle hallway. I only make one wrong turn, and there I am, stepping out into bright sunlight and birds singing, that delicious smell of summer air, mixed with that pool scent, and above that, a hint of flowers. Kani and Gretchen are sitting at a table on one side of the pool, Kani in a robe like mine, Gretchen dressed in a pair of white chinos shorts and a sleeveless pink button-down shirt, looks like it was tailored right on her. Jesus, she's pretty. Her hair is down, moving gently in the breeze that makes it past the house around us, and Kani smiles and waves at me, getting up to meet me halfway to the table. Her robe isn't like mine - it stops in the middle of her thigh, where mine is robe-length, and there's a little gold "K" embroidered over her left tit. I slip my hand inside it to finger the K from both sides when she reaches me, ask her how she rates, and she laughs that beautiful laugh. "I love you, Rachel." "I want an "R" on my robe," I whine, fondling her tit beneath the soft black, "How do I get one? Frequent flyer miles?" At that, Kani cracks up, laughing around a kiss, contracting me tight against her, nibbling my ear. "I love you, too, Kani," I whisper, squeezing her tit with one hand and clasping her waist with the other. She says something about me being a sex maniac, moving against my hands, and I notice someone splashing in the pool. When I turn to look, there's a black-bikinied body slicing through the water, coming up to the surface to go into a slow breaststroke, black hair trailing along her back. She sees us, so I wave at her, but she tosses her head in the other direction, looking away. Well. Be a bitch. "That's Jamie," Kani says, kissing me again, "she's in a mood today. Ignore her." And she walks me toward the table with her arm around my waist, her hand moving occasionally to stroke my ass. It's about eight fucking A.M. and she's got me turned on already! I am a tramp. Gretchen rises to kiss me too, saying nice morning things and inviting me to sit, the table covered in fruit and pastry and things containing coffee and juice, and a bottle of champagne, the sight of which makes my head pound a little. I'm hung over, I suddenly realize. And food is what I want. Well, sex, too, but first things first. We talk about stupid shit while we eat, just food-talk, some girl talk, but that's different than it ever has been. Bunch of lesbians sitting around talking about guys - that's just odd, y'know? I guess Gretchen's only been with Simon, and after that she's an all-woman woman. Kani, though, well, there you go. She's probably fucked twice as many as me, and I've been around a bit, I guess, now that I think about it. None of it bothers me, really. Hearing about who Kani's been with, and Gretchen's opinion of most of them. Sometime during that I let slip I think Robert's really cute, and Kani smiles all wicked and Gretchen giggles, saying 'good luck'. They tease me about it for a few minutes before they finally let on he's gay. I'm embarassed, but just snort and say 'so am I', which makes them both laugh. It's nice, though, the sun on my hair and the scent of Gretchen and Kani's eyes in the bright light of the day, her hand resting easily on my thigh under the robe as she sips champagne with the other hand, her fingers curled around the sparkling crystal stem. Little rainbows dance on her face, and Gretchen gazes at her with a slight smile on her face, almost sad, like she was at the bar. It seems, though, that last night did her some good. Me too, and aren't I glad to have been a part of it? Things turn to what we're going to do today, and Gretchen's idea is that we go shopping. Kani's all for that, and who am I to say no? So that's the plan, and I get a little weird 'cause all my clothes are at Kani's or my apartment, god, where I haven't been in a week or more. "You can wear something of Jamie's," Gretchen says, and there's a loud sound of water and then dripping on stone and wood, and Jamie is getting out of the pool, walking towards us. Her black, black hair she pulls behind her head, wringing it out, christ she's got a rack on her, the bikini stretched over those big, round tits, her nipples poking through them like they're trying to escape. She's got a nice, lean body, thin waist, nice legs, there's a definite Latin look about her, maybe half Mexican or something. Pretty girl. But her tits! God, they're big. And I'm staring at them, so I blush and look down into my coffee. "No, she can't," Jamie is saying. "Let her wear her own shit." And Gretchen huffs, tossing a piece of strawberry down at the table. "Look, Jame, just because Laura's being a cunt doesn't mean you have to be one, too." Her tone is the same one she used on the guy at the restaurant, biting and cold. "Stop being such a bitch and say hello to Rachel, nicely." I'm embarrased again for Gretchen making such a fuss over me, but Jamie takes a deep breath through her nose, glaring at Gretchen, and then she softens visibly, looking at me, making an effort to smile. "Sorry," she mumbles, "I'm in a really bad mood. Nice to meet you." Like I believe she thinks so. Gretchen's still staring at her, so she turns and spits "What?!" and Gretchen gets up suddenly and walks away. Now I feel really uncomfortable, but Kani squeezes my leg, and leans over to Jamie. "Hey," she says, quietly, and Jamie looks at her, breathing slowly twice, closing her eyes. Kani reaches to rub the side of her neck. "Be okay," she assures her, but she doesn't look convinced. She looks back at me and smiles a bit more, more convincingly, and puts her hand out across the table. "I'm really sorry, I just ... pleased to meet you." I take her hand and squeeze it a little, put on my elegant voice. "How do you do?" And she smiles, for real. "Better go talk to Gretchen," Kani says, and Jamie does. She's got a great ass, too, flaring out from that tiny waist, almost matching the heft of her bustline. Fucking Barbie doll. And Kani apologizes to me, I say it's nothing, and we sit together in the sun, nibbling at breakfast and each other for a while. Jamie comes back and takes me to get dressed, and I get to see upstairs in Gretchen's house, which is even more impressive than the first floor. Skylights are everywhere, with thick curtains to cover them, but now they're wide open and the sun plays across the reds and blues of Jamie's room. Her closet looks like the one downstairs, except it's got actual clothes in it, too, and I wonder why either her or Gretchen would need to go shopping. Whatever. We have a little fun picking out clothes for me, the first thing I wanted to wear was this old faded jean shirt, but it's fitted for Jamie and makes no sense on my torso. I laugh 'cause it's so loose on me, but she just smiles and reaches to my sides to pull it tight. "Just a little taking in, is all," she says, her hands pressing lightly against the sides of my tits. I look right in her eyes, dark brown and just lidded, and maybe I shouldn't kiss her, but I think I'm going to and then she moves her hands away and the moment is passed. "Maybe something else..." she mutters, bending down to open a drawer under the hanging clothes. Fuck. Maybe that was a screw-up, but I didn't really do anything, and god dammit why do I have to tongue every girl I meet now? Tramp tramp tramp I'm thinking, but it's still fun getting dressed with her, and nothing else weird happens. She gets into a pair of beautifully faded jeans, slick-tight against her hips and ass, and pulls a thin, black midriff sweater over an underwire lift-bra, the combination making her look even bigger. "You want to get you some attention, or what?" I ask, working up enough balls to pat her lightly on the left tit, solid fuckers, she laughs a bit and seems to be cheering up as we go. I'm not naked much longer either, she finds me a nice stretch skirt in bright green and gives me a brand-new white t-shirt to go with it, I say screw a bra and let my nipple ring show right through the thin cotton. Gretchen retrieves my shoes for me and I suppose I'm ready, watching her pretty, perfect butt move beneath a grey silk pair of slacks when she goes to get Robert. Kani's here, wearing her black jeans from last night and a white sportcoat that must be Gretchen's. No shirt, no bra, no way can I keep my hands off her all day, not with her shallow, sexy cleaveage showing like that. My god, I'm just insatiable. And off we go, the four of us, piling into Gretchen's limo which Robert must have cleaned up, poor guy, but I can still make out the scent of my own sex over the crisp cinnamon of the air freshener. I almost imagine nobody knows why I'm blushing halfway downtown. Marshall Fields is a lot more fun when you've got money, I'm discovering. Kani stopped off at this huge grey marble bank and gave me a sheaf of 100's, I said no I can't and she said yeah you sure can and the first thing she did was buy me this three hundred dollar purse, beautiful thing, glove leather and gold hardware. "Like leather, do you?" she says, and I say "yeah, who doesn't" and she just smiles. Now I'm alone on the third floor looking at dresses, and my instincts tell me they're too expensive, but there's that fat fold of hundreds in my new expensive purse. Jesus, I can't do this, spending her money, but she wants me to. Gretchen said if I didn't take it from Kani I'd have to take it from her, and I said what have you got in mind? and she laughed really hard. I smile, remembering that, and finger a black dress with lace sleeves. "Can I help you with anything?" she says, and I turn to face this little redhead with one of those haircuts I hate, all straight and bouncy and North Shore. Nancy, her name tag says. She's a bitch, I can just tell. "Nope. Just looking," I say, and she mutters assurances that she'll be right there, whatever, I move away. Once I start spending money, though, it gets more fun, and I buy a few really nice things, some only nice things, and some other stuff. When you don't have to care, it's harder to decide, weirdly enough. But I manage. I see Jamie across the aisle, and go to see what she's up to. "Hey," she says, smiling, nothing in her hands. "What's up?" I ask, adjusting the load of shit in my arms. "Got enough?" she laughs, puts her arms out. "Here . . ." and I hand her the stuff I haven't bought yet, my wrist pressing against her tit when she takes it. Stiff, heavy Jamie-tit, and I shiver. She smiles. "You, uh, try any of this on yet?" she whispers, smiling. I just smile back and walk away, moving my ass in the tight cotton of her skirt, turn back once to wink. I spot the dressing rooms and meander in that direction, I just know she's following me, I can feel her eyes on me, so I strut a little more, arching my back into it. I get a little flushed before I even get there, go in, take one of the big rooms, and dump my bags on the bench. I don't even turn around before I hear the door latch, she tosses her portion of my clothes down and grabs my ribs from behind, squeezes hard. The moan I hear is mine, holy shit I'm horny, like I haven't had enough sex lately, she peels my shirt off, running her hands back down my tits, clenching them once, my nipples hard against the heat of her palms. And I get really scared all of sudden, cover my chest with my arms. "Aren't there cameras in here?" I ask her, and she laughs a little. "Maybe. So?" and she turns me around. "I'm just fondling you, after all." "Yeah, but I want you to do more," I groan at her, and she gets a big smile. She reaches out to move my arms away, and quickly leans to close her mouth over my right nipple. God, I can't stand it she sucks really hard, bites me oh fuck and I grab her hair and push her into it, pressing my thighs together. And there's a knock at the door. I jump about a foot and Jamie growls a bit, moves away and snatches the door open. Nancy is standing there, purses her lips at me, and raises one eyebrow. "I'm sorry, ladies, but we can only have one customer in a dressing room." "Oh, she's the only customer," Jamie tells her, adopting a great North Shore priss-Queen accent, "I'm just here to suck on her tits." And Nancy, poor little thing, turns completely red. Jamie laughs, and I giggle with fear and humiliation, standing here with this little minx staring at my chest, and Jamie reaches back without looking and grabs my left tit, pulling me towards her. I can feel myself blushing, laughing out loud, Jamie saying "excuse us, won't you," and Nancy getting this perfect 'I'm calling security' look on her face. The door snaps shut again, helped by Jamie's foot, and she clamps her lips around my nipple again. She's got me really turned on now, I'm trembling with nervousness and lust combined. And that chick is going to call the cops or something, so I ask Jamie to stop, like I want her to, and she moves up to kiss me on the mouth. "Sorry. You're just irresistable," she says, and I reach for my shirt. She rubs a hand up the back of my crotch while I'm bent over, and my gasp makes her hmmm all low and breathy. I should just fuck her right here, is what I should do, and I almost decide to when the door gets knocked on again, harder, male-er. I say "yes?" but I'm laughing, so it sounds like a Monty Python skit and that makes me laugh even harder. I don't stop even while they're cheking the receipts in my bag, explaining what isn't encouraged at Marshall Field's department stores, walking us out of the place, every good little sweatered Christian bitchy North Shore girl staring at us like we're hookers or something, and I finally break down completely right there on State street. Jamie wipes the tears away from my face, laughing at me, I can't stop laughing, the whole thing was so stupid and erotic, and it's even funnier because it was so erotic. I have got to be seriously depraved. Right on cue, Gretchen's shiny white limo pulls up and the door opens, and I'm safe in the grey leather seat, still laughing, Kani and Gretchen looking at me like I'm nuts. But it was fun! I protest, and they laugh, too, when Jamie tells them we got kicked out for having sex in a dressing room. "We didn't have sex," I get out, and she winks at them. "Yeah, but we would have," she says, and Kani laughs, Gretchen smiling ambiguously out the window, the limo pulling steadily away from the curb. "Tramp," Kani admonishes me, climbing on my lap, and that sets me off again, because I said to myself at the exact same time, and she kisses me like she means it. I wanna fuck 'em all three right here, but Gretchen is telling Robert to take us someplace else. So I don't, but I don't stop kissing Kani either, and I can feel Jamie's hand on my thigh, rubbing firmly up the inside. Whoo. "Am I just a slut?" I ask, when Kani's tongue isn't trying to lick my soft palate. And Gretchen answers me. "You're a fresh, beautiful girl. You're new to us, so you're more exciting." "And you're very receptive. Jamie provoked you," Kani continued. Jamie spoke up, too. "But I'm the one who wanted to be . . . receptive," she whined. So Kani giggled and leaned over to her, kissing her full on the mouth, grinding her hips into mine. This is what I was waiting for, I guess, so I push Kani onto Jamie's lap and move to kiss her myself. Kani gets in there, too, and I get my first three-way kiss. Wild! Kani slides onto Jamie's left thigh, so I straddle her right, and we busy ourselves getting that sweater off, and unsnapping her bra. Her tit fills my hand, and then some, and she seems to like what we're doing, 'cause she's moaning and pressing her legs up into us, and I kiss her when Kani isn't. This whole thing just isn't going to do, though, we're too crowded what with the low ceiling of the limo and all, but Kani's way ahead of me. About three minutes later, we've got Jamie completely undressed and lying on the low table in the middle of the car. Kani and I are on either side of her, pulling her knees up and back with one hand, and kneading her tits with the other. I'm sucking on that gigantic hill of flesh, gnawing at her nipple, and I think Kani is too, and then Jamie bucks beneath us, grabbing my head with one hand and pushing my face into her tit. When I can look I see Gretchen licking slow and light at Jamie's pussy, and her moans become whines, whimpers. I hook her knee behind my elbow and reach my forearm along her thigh, spreading her open with my middle fingers for Gretchen to get right in there. Kani does the same, except she reaches further down and slips two fingers into her. Well, that's about all Jamie can handle, I guess, 'cause she comes right there, taking a huge breath and letting it squeak out a high-pitched "yes" at a time, her tits jerking lightly with each one, her leg quivering against my arm. Quick girl. I reach up to kiss her and Kani kisses me, so we both kiss her again, as she's breathing slow and heavy, her head hanging back off the table, touching the floor. And Gretchen pulls her legs down and lays on her stomach, squeezing Jamie's thighs against her sides. "Who needs Laura?" Jamie whispers, and Kani slaps her lightly. "Shut up, ya big baby. You two will be fine." "She loves you, you know," Gretchen's voice comes muffled from her torso. "I know," Jamie sighs. "She's just being such a bitch." "Well, so are you," Kani laughs, and we help Jamie get her clothes back on when Gretchen says we're almost there. The sign say's Kim's Leather in simple black type on a dark grey sign, and the door is a big brass thing with wired windows covered in black paint on the backs. Jamie opens the door for me, and I go in first. My god. There's leather stuff covering every surface of the place, and hanging on racks all over. The smell is incredible. Clothes, boots, hats, everything you'd expect to find in leather, and some things you wouldn't, in every color you could think of, and some I never would have. Gold? Wow. I just walk around for a bit with my eyes wide, I mean, I've been in leather shops before, but one with leather G-strings? Okay, leather G-strings with four-inch steel spikes sticking out of them? Christ. And Kani's smiling at me, looking like she just told me a secret, and I smile back. I like this place. We shop for a bit, there's three more rooms, going left and back, god, the place is huge! And there's so much cool stuff. I can't get over it. So Kani tells me to buy some. I just chuckle, fingering the spiked G-string, and she winks. "That's pretty tame, actually . . ." she strokes my ass and walks away, wishes me luck. So I look around, sorta pick this jacket in dark, dried-blood red, can't decide and put it back. Too much stuff! But I'm shopping. And I can afford it, even if it is Kani's money. So I shop some more. Gretchen is nowhere to be seen, but Jamie and Kani are milling around, checking stuff out. Kani finds a black leather bra with little gold studs on it, and right there she whips her jacket off to try it on. Bare from the waist up, my girlfriend snaps this thing around her, turns in front of a mirror. She frowns, though, she's not quite stacked enough for it, but this red leather bodysuit comes from somewhere to help her and it's Kim. Kim from the tape. She's gorgeous! Asian face, with those beautiful eyes, her smooth, hairless scalp. A long, shining black braid hangs from the crown of her head. Man, she's pretty. I'm staring, though, so I look away, try to find something to ask her about, and Kani calls me over. "Hi," Kim says when I get there, smiling with perfect, brilliant white teeth. She's a touch shorter than Kani, and thinner, but she's got a great shape. That leather bodysuit is tight. "Nice to meet you," I say, trying not to blush at the image of her in my head, some X-rated thing or whatever from Kani's tapes. "I've heard a lot about you, it's nice to finally put a face with the name," she says, her voice kind of husky, a slight accent. She's cute. I'm a slut my god I want to fuck her, too. "Can I show you something in particular?" she continues, her accent making 'particular' four distinct syllables. "Um, yeah," I say, fingering the strap on Kani's bra. "Got one of these that would ah... fit her better?" and I wink at Kani, who blows me a kiss. "I'll see. You're a 32A, right, Kon?" "Yeah, miss thirty-two C," Kani sneers, and Kim smiles wide. I look, and yeah, she's got at least a cup or two on Kani. Kim walks away, and I let my hand, still on Kani's strap, slide down to lift the cup of the bra against her tit. "Don't have much there," she muses, and I smile at her, reaching back to unsnap the thing. I take it off her, drape it over a rack, and take both her tits in my hands. "Shut yer face," I say, and she kisses me, says thanks and tells me to go shop. And she, my girlfriend, walks around looking at stuff, topless in a leather shop. I am in love with this girl. A few more minutes pass, I find a few things I might want, and Kani comes back with Kim, and she's wearing brass chains, wrapped around her chest, with little loops on the ends that are hooked through brass rings in the corners of two dark green triangles, stretched over her tits. She raises her arms and spins for me, smiling. "Better?" she asks, so I feel one of the triangles, and it's paper thin leather. Looks great on her, and I say so. "There's a bottom, too..." she says, smiling and walking away. And Kim looks at me and smiles again. "Are you sure I can't show you something?" she says, raising one eyebrow. I've got ideas, of course, but I don't think she'd strip right here at work, so I just tell her "Why don't you find something you think is me?" And she smiles, takes my hand, and leads me away. An hour later, I spent about two grand on leather stuff. Holy shit! But Kani doesn't care, she made me get it all. The green skirt I gave back to Jamie, because what I got on, I'm not taking off. Yeah, I like leather, all right. I'm wearing these thin, deep black pants made of deerhide, smooth outside and suede inside, with zippers up the sides from ankle to hip, and they're tight and soft and smooth and if I walk around in them any more I'll have an orgasm. They're like spread butter on me, god I love 'em. I think Kani does, too, she says you can see my muscles move beneath them, and her upper chest is flushed. All right. Kani picked out a top, a dark red strapless bra with stiff cups studded in silver, and a soft wide strap around the back. She found boots to match it, with thick heels of solid steel, and I got that blood-red jacket back, and she said I gotta have it. I'd wear nothing but leather, if it were up to me. Jamie found a jacket, and Kani got that green leather bikini and a couple other things, but I hadn't seen Gretchen for a while, so I asked where she was. "Downstairs," Kim said, and Jamie licked her lips and said "good", making it last about five seconds. "Let's go see her," Kim suggests, and since it seems to involve me walking in these pants, I'm all for it. There's a big guy at the door to where the stairs must be, and when Kim passes him she says something in whatever language it is she speaks. He's not Asian, but he nods, so I guess he caught what it meant. I sure as hell didn't. But as we go down, curving left on stairs that are carpeted with black suede, I hear the door shut behind us. Downstairs isn't all chrome racks and glass shelves like it is upstairs - it's dark, with steel things sticking out from the walls, and dark wood tables, and all the leather is black black black, and its scent is heavy in the air. And there's chrome here, too, but it's all on the leather, and I see various things that belong in a medieval movie or something. Like a biker's leather paradise, or Marqius de Sade's, maybe -- Kani's in the green leather and brass chain bikini top and her black stretch pants, I've got the leather pants on god, they feel good, and Kim in that bodysuit, and there's someone else down there, the only other person, wrapped in glinting black and sparkling chrome, like a dominatrix or something. And she turns to us, and its fucking Gretchen. Kani and Kim are watching me take all this in, and they both laugh lightly when they see me see her, Gretchen, the cute little librarian chick, walking slowly towards us. She's got these boots on, black shiny leather boots with four-inch spike heels, and they go all the way up her legs, to within an inch of her crotch. There, her pussy is covered with a metal plate of brilliant chrome, a curved triangle, strapped to her perfect smooth hips with shiny black leather straps. She's bare from there up to her ribs, a shiny black halter stretched tight over her perfect breasts, leaving her shoulders bare, her arms covered from biceps to fingertips in shiny black, oh my god. There's a band of chrome around her neck, her hair now pulled up away from her shoulders, a ponytail jutting from the top of her skull. And there's a leather strap hooked to the metal collar, with a loop of chrome chain at the end, clutched in her hands. And when she gets right up to me, she turns slowly, wow the back of her is bare, the leather straps of the metal G-string changing to chrome chain, y-ing into her perfect ass, the halter held on by identical chains of shining metal. She stops with her back to me, reaching over her shoulder with the leash, handing it to me, and she whispers, "Like leather, do you?" and turns her head, her eye peeking at me from over the rise of her cheekbone. She's exactly my height, with those boots, her nude back about a foot from me, I can smell leather and flowers and see her smooth, perfect skin with those metal chains tight across it, her perfect ass with those curves of silver links stretching forward, holy shit and I take the leash-thing from her, my hands are shaking and I manage to say "Yeah, who doesn't?" Kim laughs low in her throat, and whispers in my ear, "The real Gretchen," and Kani slips her arm around my waist, squeezing my hips, and says real low and husky in my other ear, "I think she likes you." And my fucking head is spinning. "So," a third voice, Jamie's, "what are you gonna do with her?" And Gretchen answers for me, stroking her hands slowly down the fronts of her thighs, arching the small of her back, leaning her legs back, her ass sticking out towards my hips, and she whispers, "Anything she wants." And I tremble. I honest to god shake, a chill running down my spine, and Kani pushes me forward, pulling my leash-hand back in hers, until my hips are pressed against Gretchen's bare ass and the leather leash is tight, pulling her head back, jesus christ I'm so turned on I'm scared I'm weak I'm gonna fuckin' faint I put my other hand on Gretchen's hip, petting lightly at her smooth, warm loin, she reaches back with her hands to rub my hips, her head tipping back with the pull of the leash, until I can see her eyes, closed, her mouth parted slightly. Kim and Jamie, and they glance in our direction and smile, but my attention is fully on the leather-coated Gretchen, her bare ass pressing into the leather at my loins and I'm instantly wet; Kani moves behind me and slides her hands under my T-shirt, cups my tits and squeezes gently, nibbling my ear. God god am I going to... but I don't, I want to come but hell, I'm just sandwiched between two beautiful chicks in leather, what's my problem? "Anything... I want?" I mutter, my voice shaking, what the hell is wrong with me? "Anything." Gretchen breathes, her sweet breath in my nostrils and her bare skin sliding against me. Her cheek brushes mine, and my face gets hot where we touch. My hands slide around her, the leather taut and slick in my arms, and she arches into me, her arms sliding up around my head, and I hold her like that, and squeeze her just below the ribs, and she sighs. I can't help it, I giggle; giddy with pleasure and want and lust, and Kani behind me takes the leash from my hand, slipping her free hand out from between us, and she threads the leash through my legs, up behind my ass and puts it back in my hand. "Pull," she suggests, so I do, a little, slipping the leash end slowly up between Gretchen's smooth leather covered tits, pushing against them as I go. All of a sudden the leash is tight in my crotch, stretched between Gretchen's neck and my wet pussy, and I sigh, pulling slowly, steadily. Gretchen crouches slowly, following the leash, keeping it tight between my legs, until I hear the leather creak and her head is at my stomach. She turns her head and rubs her face against my thigh, and whoosh a ball full of liquid metal bursts in my loins, and I am on, and not caring anymore, twining my fingers in the tail of hair on her head and pushing down, twisting, pulling on the leash until she kneels beneath me, twisting to press her open mouth against my pussy, pressing with her teeth through the soft soft leather of my pants, her hands sliding up the backs of my thighs to clutch my ass and I'm gonna come now jesus god... I shiver against her, raising one knee to let her head between my legs, and she's gnawing softly at me through my pants, Kani's back to kneading my tits and I don't give a fuck who's watching, but it's only Jamie and Kim, and they look amused or pleased or maybe turned on, and I don't really care anyway as long as Gretchen's tongue pushes against me like that!