‘That was when I realised, that something had changed. That I was wrong to run away. That I didn't understand anything and that I needed to see you again. I just didn’t know how to do that. When your text came through asking if I wanted to meet you in the park that afternoon? I don’t think I’ve ever typed so fast in my life.’
The room was silent, save for the quiet music playing from the little speakers in the corner. Amy looked down at the carpet by her feet and twirled a loose piece of thread in her fingers.
‘I’m sorry,’ she said. ‘I'm not sure this was the idea.’
Emilia stood up abruptly, turning away from them all and holding her hand to her face to hide her tears.
Then she walked out of the room and shut the door behind her.
*
‘Are you okay?’ said Amy, knocking on the toilet door quietly with the back of her knuckles.
‘Yes,’ said Emilia quietly. There was long silence, then… ‘No.’
‘Can I come in?’
There was no reply.
Amy was about to ask again when she heard movement from inside, and the latch unlock.
Slowly she squeezed the handle down and pushed it open to find Emilia inside, sat on the lid of the toilet, trying to appear as though she hadn’t been crying.
‘You okay, sweetie?’ said Amy, slowly walking over and kneeling down in front of her.
‘Yes, sorry,’ she said, unevenly. ‘I am. I’m fine.’
‘Forgive me for asking then, but why are you crying in the bathroom?’ said Amy, with a kind smile.
A tear rolled down Emilia’s cheek as she laughed a little.
‘Because of what you said.’
Amy’s face twisted in worry, her eyes flitting around Emilia’s, trying to understand.
‘Did I say something wrong?’
Emilia shook her head as more tears spilled over her eyelashes, but she was smiling so broadly that Amy couldn’t help but smile too.
She bit down on her bottom lip before she spoke.
‘No, you didn’t. What you said was beautiful,’ she whispered, unsteadily. ‘I’m just scared I won’t live up to it. I’m not like you. I’m not experienced, I’ve only ever been with Cass… before you and Mark. I like walks in the park, and watching TV in my pyjamas and reading books and going for boat rides and you and Mark are exciting and different and crazy. You rub elbows with celebrities, you’re an artist and he’s a fucking bodyguard. We’re so different.’ Amy smiled patiently, resting her fingers on Emilia’s knee as she continued. ‘We aren’t the same people. But I really like you and I really want you to like me and I don’t want you to get bored of us and leave us.’
Amy kneeled up and kissed her on the lips. For a moment, Emilia didn’t know what to do, then she kissed her back, kissing her harder and running her fingers up the girl’s back. Her lips were so soft and sweet and it made her feel dizzy with exhilaration as their tongues swept across one another. After what seemed like minutes, Amy pulled back and wiped her lips gently, smiling and exhaling.
‘If you were someone I’d just met on a date, I think I’d be calling the police about now. Way too much, way too soon.’
Emilia burst out laughing, still holding Amy’s fingers in her own.
‘I’m sorry,’ she said.
‘You are a ten on the crazy-hot scale.’
Emilia grinned and looked down, embarrassed.
‘If I didn’t feel the same way about you though, we wouldn’t be here right now, playing this crazy game, finding out all sorts of embarrassing things about each other.’
‘I just don’t want to fuck this up,’ said Emilia. ‘My sister told me this morning, that she’s never seen me happier than right now.’
Amy closed her eyes and licked her lips. ‘I didn’t even know you had a sister,’ she said, looking back up.
Emilia’s face dropped in horror. ‘Oh my goodness, really?’
Amy laughed and shook her head. ‘Fuck, don’t tell Mark,’ she said. ‘He’ll be asking if we can involve her next time.’
Emilia giggled. ‘Don’t joke, Cassian would be well up for that.’
Amy’s eyes widened at the idea.
‘Is she as beautiful as you?’
‘Hotter.’
‘Oh gosh, maybe we should?’
Emilia laughed even harder as she shook her head, grinning. Then she leaned forward and pulled Amy in for another kiss. ‘I’m sorry. I just got overwhelmed.’
Amy stood up, still holding her hand.
‘We need to stop having heart-to-heart’s on the toilet,’ she laughed. ‘We did this last time in the spa. I think I even passed you the loo roll.’
‘Oh gosh, you did,’ said Emilia as she stood up, then she hesitated. ‘Actually, I do kind of need to go.’
Amy laughed again. ‘I’ll wait for you outside, okay? We can go back in together.’
‘Okay. Thank you,’ she said, squeezing her fingers again.
‘Stop worrying, and just enjoy the evening.’
Amy closed the door behind her and waited, and a few moments later she heard the flush of the toilet and the sound of the running taps. The door opened and the pair of them stood in the corridor, smiling at one another for a moment in the light of the lounge, before walking back through the door, hand in hand.
They sat back down in their positions and Emilia looked over at Cassian and smiled. He frowned at her as if it to ask if she was okay and she nodded, smiling at him reassuringly.
Mark reached forward and collected the dice from the board, flicking it back and forward in a single motion.
It landed on a four.
Amy picked up his little totem and moved it along until it landed on a strip square.
‘Socks off, babe,’ she said, smiling.
‘Think I might lose the jeans instead,’ he said, raising his eyebrows.
He stood up, unbuckled his belt, lowered his fly and peeled down his denims, glancing at Emilia as he did so. As they reached the floor he stepped out of them, and pushed them aside with his sock adorned feet. Then he winked.
Still standing, he bent down and collected his card, grinning as he did so.
‘Choose another player. You and this player must remove one item of clothing each.’
Emilia and Amy burst into laughter as Mark nodded and peeled off his socks.
‘Easy for me,’ he said, then he exhaled. ‘Gotta be Cass.’
Cassian turned to look at him incredulous as Mark laughed.
‘I’m not gonna be the only dude naked at an orgy pal, get your socks off.’
Amy threw her head back and howled as Cassian shook his head in disappoint.
‘You’re throwing away opportunities here, mate,’ said Cassian as he peeled off his socks with a wry smile on his face.
Mark sat back down, grinning, dressed now in just his shirt and boxers.
‘Ok,’ said Amy, more than a little flustered. ‘We’re on to round two. It starts to get a little racier now. You don’t pick from the one’s any more, you can only pick from the two’s.’
Cassian sat forward and watched as Amy rolled the dice.
‘Five,’ she said excitedly.
She picked up her piece and moved it forward onto a strip square.
‘Shit,’ she laughed.
‘Take it off,’ said Emilia, grinning.
Amy looked around at Mark and then to Cassian, smiling and feeling the warmth in her cheeks.
‘Wait, my stockings unclip.’
‘Oh, come on,’ said Cassian, in dismay, closing his eyes and throwing his head back.
Amy stood up and as she did, Emilia threw down the card she’d been holding onto and hiding under the edge of the board.
‘Keep this card and play it when another player lands on a strip square. You can remove their clothing for them,’ she said, standing up.
She walked over and stood in front of Amy then placed the palm of her left hand between her breasts, pushing her slowly backwards until she c
ouldn’t go any further, and she had to sit down roughly on the couch.
Emilia knelt down on the carpet, grinning and took Amy’s leg in her hands, stroking her palms up and down the smooth silk, then slowly and delicately making her way up to the clips that held them in place beneath her dress and at the top of her sweet, smooth thighs.
She unclipped the first one with the fingers on her left hand, whilst never breaking eye contact, then did the same on the right as Amy looked on in surprise. Then she slid the girls dress up.
Licking her suddenly dry lips, she leaned forward and bit down on the edge of Amy’s stocking, her mouth inches from the heat of her crotch. She was so close, she could feel her warmth, like the flames of a fire.
Slowly, inch by inch she pulled them down, using just her fingers and teeth, one by one. As she stood up, she turned around to find both men, jaws open and eyes wide and she winked, taking the silk slips with her and burying them between her thighs as she sat back down in her place.
Amy quivered and took a deep breath before standing back up, now wearing just her lacy dress, knickers and bra.
‘That was, um. That was okay, instead,’ stuttered Cassian.
Amy sat back down on the floor and smiled at Emilia, licking the corner of her mouth.
Slowly, she exhaled.
After another moment, she leaned forward and picked up a card from the deck.
‘Ok, let’s see,’ she said as she read. ‘Two players must gaze into each other’s eyes for one minute, whilst holding hands.’
Amy clapped and laughed, rocking backwards on her knees.
‘Cass and Mark,’ she said nodding her head enthusiastically as she giggled.
‘Yes!’ said Emilia, laughing. ‘Oh, that will be so sweet.’
‘No way,’ said Cassian, holding his hands up.
‘Mate, there’s nothing wrong with a little bromance. Come here.’
‘You’re fucking kidding.’
Cassian shuffled over as Amy and Emilia gawped at them both. The pair of them sat down crossed legged in front of each other then after a moment, Mark reached out and took Cassian’s hands. He looked up, and a moment later, after glancing sideways at the girls, Cassian met his gaze.
‘Ooh, wait!’ said Amy. ‘We have to use the timer for this one.’
She scrambled forward and plucked an hourglass out of the box, turning it around until the sand drained out of one side, and then flipping it back over to start the countdown.
As they stared into each other’s eyes, both men did their best not to laugh. Cassian’s lips went dry as he concentrated on out staring Mark and after a while his eyes began to water.
‘It’s not a blinking competition mate.’
‘Fuck off,’ he said.
‘I’m feeling a deep connection here,’ said Mark. ‘There’s something between us. Can you feel it?’
Cassian tried to stifle his laughter whilst maintaining eye contact.
‘It’s like, we’re...’ continued Mark. ‘Connected somehow, emotionally or matrimonially.’
Emilia started to laugh and Amy shushed her. ’They’re having a moment,’ she said, pushing Emilia backwards.
Cassian glanced sideways as Mark frowned. ’I think I’m falling in love,’ he said, then he leaned forward puckering his lips as Cassian leaned away in mock horror.
‘Time’s up,’ said Amy, holding up the sand timer and laughing. ‘Saved by the bell.’
‘Too bad,’ said Cassian, raising his eyebrows as he stood up, letting go of Mark’s hands. ‘I was just starting to feel it too.’
Emilia collected the dice from the board and sat back on her knees, rolling it in her palms before she bounced it across the floor.
‘Two,’ said Amy, clapping with excitement. ‘Strip!’
‘Oh gosh, why does it have to be me half-bloody-naked first?’ she said as she laughed, rocking backwards on her knees.
She looked around, bemused and hesitant. Even though she’d made love to all of them last weekend, and hoped to again tonight, it still made her feel shy and vulnerable taking off her clothes in front of them all. Strangely, it felt more unnerving because Cassian was here too. Somehow his presence made her feel simultaneously aroused and ashamed, and amusingly that conflict of emotions in itself was a turn on.
She stood up, turning around slowly. She was so nervous, but she desperately wanted to make a performance out of removing her dress. She wanted to look sexy and feel desired, but she was so awkward that she was worried she’d look silly if she tried to dance or move in a sensual way.
She reached up behind her back and fumbled for the zip at very top of her neckline. Gripping it between her thumb and forefinger she slowly pulled it down, revealing her black lace basque. As the zip reached the bottom, just below her waist line, she let one side fall away from her shoulder and turned her head to look at the two men and Amy.
Their attention was firmly on her, so she let the dress fall to the floor and stepped out of it.
She blushed as she saw each of their faces. Then she turned around.
Cassian exhaled and licked his lips, then brought his hand up to his mouth and bit his thumb. Mark had a similar reaction, moving to adjust himself on the floor where it appeared he had suddenly become uncomfortable.
Amy just stared, and after a moment mouthed wow.
Emilia was shaking.
After a moment she sat down, tucked her knees back under her and picked up a card.
She looked up to the silent, awe struck faces of the three of them, coughed and then read.
‘Tell the story of how you lost your virginity.’
She immediately began to giggle into her hand, looking over at Cass who fell backwards onto the carpet, his head held in his hands.
‘No, you can’t,’ he laughed.
‘Can we skip this one?’ said Emilia, her cheeks flushed red as she looked at Amy, pleading.
‘Hell no, not after that reaction. If you’d just said Aimes, mind if we grab another card, we’d rather keep this story to ourselves I would’ve said, sure no problem, but there’s clearly a story here, and a cracking one by the sound of it, so spill the beans. What did he do? Did he put in the wrong hole?’
Emilia, still laughing into the palm of her hand lowered her head, shaking.
‘No, nothing like that,’ she said. ‘It was just-,’ but Cassian sat bolt upright.
‘No you can’t tell them!’ he said, waving his hands in protest.
‘It can’t be that bad,’ said Amy, her eyes wide with curiosity. ‘Did you get a little too excited? I wouldn’t blame you, she’s hot.’
Emilia burst out laughing as Cassian groaned and lay back down.
‘You did, didn’t you? Come on, tell us. Please.’
Emilia looked over at her husband who was hiding his face in shame and after a moment, he nodded his agreement.
‘So we’d been together for two years,’ Emilia held up her hand as Amy’s expression went from interested to shocked. ‘Remember,’ she said, pausing as Amy settled back down. ‘I was sixteen when we first got together, so I wasn’t rushing.’
Amy feigned the look of a school child that’s just been told off, and settled back down onto her heels.
‘It was Cass’s twentieth birthday. We both wanted our first time to be special. Neither of us had ever been with anyone else before. Cassian had one ex-girlfriend from school, and all they’d ever done was kiss, and I’d never even kissed another man,’ she said, then she looked over at Mark. ‘Until last week.
He smiled kindly and nodded.
‘So we wanted it to be really special. We were all heading to a pub in the city for drinks, followed by a meal at the big Pizzeria on Sydney Street, and then afterwards we were going clubbing at the Plaza. The plan was that Cassian and I would slip away early, around midnight, and go back to my parents house. They were out for the night at my aunt’s so we had the house to ourselves and could be as noisy as we wanted.’
Amy shifted excited
ly.
‘So, we got back, and Cassian told me to wait downstairs and he would go up and make the room really nice for us, so off he went and about five minutes later he called me up. It was beautiful, he’d lit candles, there were rose petals on the bed, he’d lit my incense burner and there was some nice music playing too. It was really romantic.’
‘Oh my goodness, get to the good part,’ said Amy, shaking with excitement.
‘So he takes my hand and leads me over to the bed and lays me down, runs his hands over my stomach and arms, touches my cheeks and then he kisses me. It was lovely, really awkward but lovely,’ she said laughing and looking over at him.
‘We kissed for what seemed like forever, and I started to wonder if he wasn’t really sure how to progress things, so I realised that I may need to prompt him. I pushed him back so he was laying flat, and I started to kiss down his neck.’
Amy turned to look at Mark grinning wildly.
‘Then I started to unbutton his shirt and by the time I reached his waist, I could see a... well, a big bulge through his jeans. Bear in mind, we had never even seen each other naked before. So to even the score, I took off my top, and then I undid my bra.’
Mark smiled and shifted his position.
‘His reaction was, amusing. After he’d calmed down, I slid my fingers along the edge of his jeans, as his eyes were fixed firmly elsewhere, and undid his belt. By this time, his jeans were straining under the tension, so I unzipped them and out burst this huge penis.’
Amy’s face was a picture.
‘I’d never seen anything like it. I didn’t watch porn. Everything I’d learnt about sex was from Science lessons at school.’
Amy was now laughing so hard that tears were streaming down her face.
‘So I reach out and touch it, and the whole thing jumps, like it was alive. After taking a moment to recover, I tried again and this time I got my hand around it. I knew what I was meant to do, so I stroked it… Once.’
Amy covered her face in her hands, as even Emilia began to laugh.
‘The next thing I know, I’m covered in cum. It’s in my hair, it’s on my face, on my boobs.’ Emilia looked over at Cassian who had rolled onto his front to hide his face. ’I look down, and it’s still spurting out, so in my panic I did the only logical thing that I could think of.’
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