Come With Us

by Brianna Skylark

  Dry ice drifted in a layer around her knees as sprays of mist from jets situated on joists throughout the dance floor doused the assembled revellers, keeping them cool in the deep heat of the Mediterranean summer.

  As the crowd thickened she reached out and took hold of Amy’s hand, the touch of her skin making her heart pound louder than the beat as they slid their fingers together. She was often too self conscious to hold Amy’s hand in public, but somehow it seemed okay whilst they were hidden amongst the hundreds of revellers. Slowly they made their way through the crowd, pushing and jostling as they edged towards the bar, led by the graceful hips of their new friend Celeste.

  Emilia watched in awe as she forged her way through to the front, twisting around and beneath people almost twice her size and stature without so much as raising an eyebrow through a deft mixture of guile and charm.

  ‘What would you like to drink?’ she shouted over the noise.

  ‘Strawberry Daiquiri?’ said Emilia.

  ‘Mojito?’ said Amy.

  ‘Cuban, nice,’ Celeste nodded her approval and Emilia flushed in relief, a brief excited smile crossing her lips as the French girl grinned at them both. ‘I think I’ll join you and have a Mojito too.’

  She turned around and waved, immediately catching the eye of a tall, sweaty and incredibly gorgeous bartender who leaned across the counter, placing his face flirtatiously close to hers. She spoke into his ear, slowly and carefully, grinning as he turned to face her, then he winked and threw himself backwards, swinging into action.

  ‘What did you say to him?’ said Amy, placing her hand in the small of Celeste’s exposed back.

  ’What he wanted to hear,’ she replied, grinning.

  A moment later there was a flurry of movement and the man slid one tall red cocktail and two small blue one’s across the bar. As Amy waved the money at him, he grinned and winked, glancing from Celeste to Emilia and making her blush as his eyes met hers, then he turned away to the next customer without so much as another glance.

  ‘Doit être gratuit?’ she said, collecting all three drinks and passing them back to the girls.

  Amy led the way back out, moving away from the bar and toward a seating area with tall seats and tall tables. They found one a little way from the dance floor, loud enough to enjoy the music but quiet enough to hear their own voices.

  ‘So how long have you lived in the city, Celeste?’

  ‘I was born here, in fact my mother gave birth to me in the apartment I live in now,’ she laughed as she sipped her drink.

  ‘Really? Gosh,’ said Emilia.

  ’So, I’ve lived here all my life,’ she shrugged. ‘I love it.’

  ‘It’s such a beautiful city,’ smiled Amy.

  ‘Now come on,’ said Celeste, leaning forward excitedly. ‘How does it work with you guys? Do you live together? Are you in love?’

  Emilia blushed again and glanced at Amy who laughed.

  ‘We don’t live together, no. We met just over two months ago.’

  ‘Two months?’ she said in shock. ‘It seems like you’ve known each other forever.’

  Amy smiled and nodded. ‘It feels like that to me too.’

  ‘So you’re in love then?’

  Emilia laughed and looked away.

  ‘Have you told each other?’ she asked, grinning back and forth between them.

  Emilia nodded and bit her lip, looking across at Amy and blushing.

  ‘You have!’ laughed Celeste. ‘You guys are so adorable.’

  ‘We have,’ conceded Amy, smiling at her.

  ‘Is the sex really hot?’ she whispered, laughing. ‘I bet it is.’

  ‘So fucking hot,’ laughed Amy, as Emilia squirmed. ‘Em is really dirty.’

  ‘Is she?’ laughed Celeste, turning to face her as she tried to sink into her seat. ‘I thought she would be, the innocent ones are always the dirtiest, you know?’

  ‘The first time we had sex,’ said Amy, getting closer to Celeste as Emilia’s eyes widened. ‘She took both our husbands at the same time, one in her pussy, the other in her ass.’

  Celeste’s eyes grew wide as she turned back to Emilia.

  ‘Is that so?’

  ‘I hate you,’ said Emilia, smirking as her face glowed.

  ‘It’s true, wow! I’ve never done that before,’ she leaned forward. ‘What was it like?’

  ‘Oh my goodness,’ said Emilia, hiding her face and laughing. ‘Can’t we talk about something else?’

  Celeste laughed and turned back to Amy. ‘I think we’ve broken her.’

  ‘I think we have,’ she smiled, trying to catch her eye behind her fingers before relenting. ‘Maybe we should talk about something else.’

  Emilia nodded and slowly reappeared, smoothing the edges of her skirt and adjusting herself before making eye contact with Celeste who burst into laughter again.

  ‘I hate you both.’

  ‘Je suis désolé,’ she said, bowing her head.

  ‘Me too,’ said Amy, winking. ‘So come one, change of topic, why don’t you tell us about the book you’re reading Em?’

  Emilia blushed again and glared back at her girlfriend, scowling at her. ‘Do you really want to know? Or do you just want to be mean and make me feel awkward again?’

  ‘I really want to know,’ she said, propping herself forward on her elbows. ‘Honestly, I do.’

  Emilia looked at her, glaring into her eyes, probing her, before giving in and then smiling faintly. ‘I’ll tell you a bit about the first one,’ she said, trying to hold back her obvious passion. ‘But not the second. It would spoil too much and I really want you to read it.’

  ‘Go on,’ said Amy, as she smiled at Emilia’s excitement.

  ‘What book is this?’ said Celeste, looking confused and turning her head back and forth between them.

  ‘The Paramour,’ said Amy. ‘It’s a naughty book series.’

  ‘Naughty?’

  ‘Full of sex,’ laughed Amy.

  ‘Oh, nice,’ she giggled and turned to Emilia, who was squirming in her seat.

  ‘Ok. So, the husband of Lady Victoria Rosewood is murdered by someone, but we don’t know who. Her sister-in-law, who happens to be the Duchess of Kilburn-‘.

  ‘Of course,’ laughed her girlfriend.

  ‘Of course,’ she nodded, grinning. ‘Well she, and her notorious and intimidating husband the Duke, invite her to stay with them in the highlands of Scotland for a few weeks to allow her time to grieve away from the London press, whilst also offering to help her investigate her late husband’s murder.’

  ’Intriguing,’ said Amy. ‘So when do they all start shagging?’

  Emilia laughed and blushed. ‘It doesn’t take long,’ she said, screwing up her face. ‘But it’s nice though, it’s kind. It’s not porn.’

  ‘It’s not porn,’ laughed Amy. ‘What a recommendation.’

  ‘Is this La Maîtresse?’ said Celeste, suddenly.

  ‘Maybe?’ said Emilia, looking across at her. She found it hard to keep her eyes from glancing down at the open lattice top and the barely concealed curves of the girl’s ample chest.

  ‘It sounds le même, the same,’ she nodded.

  ‘Have you read it?’

  ‘Many times,’ she laughed. ‘It’s very naughty. What else do you both like to read?’

  Amy looked away, thinking, then she turned back with a cheeky smile on her face. ‘I really like horror.’

  ‘Horror? Why?’ said Emilia.

  ‘I like being scared.’

  ‘Is that why I’m still having nightmares about our first date?’

  ‘I’m not sure that was our first date,’ laughed Amy.

  ‘Whatever it was, every time I look out of a darkened window I half expect Annie, the animatronic porcelain doll to be staring back at me, her eye sockets melting in flames.’

  ‘What happened on your first date?’ said Celeste, looking concerned.

  ‘Amy took us to an, erm… escape room?’


  ‘Where you have to do the puzzles?’

  ‘That’s it, but this one was haunted by the ghost of a little girl and her creepy possessed doll, Annie. I performed my first exorcism that night and I was not expecting that.’

  Amy was now laughing so hard she was almost crying.

  ‘I’m so sorry,’ she said, wiping tears away from her eyes.

  ‘So what makes you like being scared?’ said Celeste, turning to face her.

  ‘I don’t know,’ she waved her hands across her face, trying to calm herself down. ‘It’s kind of sexy though isn’t it? The feeling of being scared? It’s arousing.’

  ‘Yes, I get that,’ said Celeste, grinning and nodding.

  ‘No,’ said Emilia. ‘It is not.’

  ‘It is,’ insisted Amy. ‘Not actual fear, but the idea of fear. Safe fear. Have you ever been to one of those Halloween Haunt events? With the actors and the sets?’

  ‘No,’ said Emilia, emphatically.

  ‘It’s amazing, you should come with us this year.’

  ‘Oh good grief, no chance. I would actually pee myself.’

  Amy laughed again, covering her mouth in embarrassment as Celeste laughed too. ‘Yeah, I did that two years ago.’

  ‘Seriously?’

  ‘Just a little bit,’ said Amy, holding up her fingers an inch apart.

  ‘You’re not convincing me.’

  ‘In that kind of scenario though, it’s scary, really scary, but you’re not actually in danger. Not real danger. But afterwards? Oh my goodness, I get so horny.’

  Emilia grinned as Celeste nodded knowingly.

  ‘Last year?’ she continued. ‘We fucked in the back of the car.’

  ‘I’m a little more intrigued.’

  The music changed tempo and seemed to rise in volume as a recognisable tune began to play. A huge cheer from the crowd rumbled through the arena and various groups of party goers began to make their way to the dance floor.

  Amy took a big swig of her Mojito as she giggled. ‘So, did you manage to talk to Cass?’

  ‘Cass is your husband, right?’ said Celeste turning back to Emilia.

  She nodded, and grinned, looking down into her drink and swirling the liquid around with the little cocktail umbrella.

  ‘I take it you reconnected too then?’ laughed Amy, before turning to Celeste with a wink. ‘Baiser.’

  Emilia’s grin widened as the French girl nodded knowingly.

  ‘We did. Twice.’

  Amy put her hand up for a high five. ‘The man’s a machine. That’s three girls, five times, in just over twenty-four hours?’

  She shrugged, the daiquiri beginning to go to her head. ‘Fresh pussy.’

  ‘Emilia,’ Amy’s face was a picture of shock.

  ‘One drink and I’m little Miss Potty Mouth.’

  ‘Wait, three girls?’ interrupted Celeste, suddenly very excited. ‘Who else is a part of your little ménage? Do you play with others too?’

  Emilia looked down again, embarrassed and after a moment, Amy took over. ‘Cassian slept with Emilia‘s sœur last night.’

  ‘Your sister?’ she said, a look of shock on her face.

  She nodded and then shrugged, struggling to find the right words, then she laughed. ’In his defence. She’s really fucking hot. I’d fuck her, you know… if she wasn’t my sister… and if had a cock.’

  ‘You’re okay with this?’

  ‘I think so, it’s just sex,’ she shrugged.

  Celeste nodded for a while, as though she was processing this turn of events. ‘You ever been fucked with a strap on?’ she said suddenly.

  Emilia blushed and burst into laughter at the tangent, shaking her head. ‘No, I haven’t. But we should try that,’ she said glancing at Amy who grinned and then surprisingly blushed, looking away.

  ‘It’s strange,’ continued Celeste. ‘It’s not like an actual cock, you don’t feel like you’re being fucked by a man. It’s not a, um, a remplacer? Replace?’

  ‘Substitute?’ said Amy, feeling more than a little turned on now.

  ‘Merci. It’s not like that. It’s just firmer, and stronger. And wearing it is fun too, you feel puissante. Powerful.’

  ‘Maybe you could demonstrate it to us?’ said Emilia, looking at Celeste for a little too long.

  ‘Good grief, Em,’ said Amy, interrupting their gaze. ‘One drink and you become a sex fiend. What happens if you have two?’

  ‘I don’t know I’ve never had two in the same night,’ she laughed, raising her eyebrows and taking another sip.

  ‘More drinks please waiter!’ shouted Amy to no one in particular. ‘Seriously though, how does Cass have the stamina? I don’t think Mark could manage that.’

  Emilia shrugged as she took another swig. ‘He hasn’t met my sister… yet.’

  ‘Oh my goodness,’ Amy shook her head as she giggled and swigged a final gulp of her Mojito.

  ‘Another drink?’ Celeste reached for her empty glass and then looked to Emilia who grinned and swallowed the rest of hers.

  ’Are you trying to to get us drunk, Celeste?’ she said, dabbing at her lips.

  ‘Yes, I am,’ she winked and plucked the glass from the table before jumping down from the little stool and wiggling her hips as she began to walk away. Both Emilia and Amy watched her as she disappeared into the crowd, before turning back to one another and grinning.

  ‘She’s so hot,’ said Emilia, grinning and biting her lip before reaching out for Amy’s hand, then hesitating and pulling it back. ‘Do you think-‘

  ‘Yes, definitely,’ said Amy, interrupting.

  Emilia nodded as her grin exploded into a blushing smile.

  ‘Do you think she wants to?’

  ‘I have no idea, but I am so up for finding out.’

  Emilia laughed as Amy reached out for her hand, gesturing for them, but Emilia kept them in her lap.

  ‘I love you,’ she said.

  ‘I know.’

  Amy frowned and pulled her hands away, then twisted in her seat to look for Celeste at the bar. Unable to see her, she turned back. ‘What’s wrong?’

  ‘Nothing.’

  ‘Bullshit, you can’t stop touching me when we’re alone but you hesitate to take my hands now?’

  Emilia looked down, ashamed. ‘I just feel nervous about being out in public.’

  ‘Why?’

  ‘I don’t know, I just don’t want people judging us.’

  ‘What does that even mean?’

  ‘I don’t know, people looking at us and thinking badly?’

  ‘Does it matter? What do they know? They don’t know us, they can’t make that judgement.’

  ‘I guess not.’

  ‘Do you think Celeste cares?’

  Emilia shook her head. ‘I’m sorry.’

  ‘I’m not offended, I just don’t want you feeling ashamed. You’ve got nothing to be ashamed of.’

  Emilia looked up at her and nodded, taking a deep breath. ‘Thank you.’

  Amy smiled and reached out for her hands again, making Emilia smile. She reached out for them and took them, but she couldn’t help glancing around her.

  ‘On another serious note,’ said Amy, flicking her eyebrows. ‘You and Cass reconnected, and you’ve talked, but is everything okay? I know you’ve rationalised all this, but if you’re just burying it all away somewhere then that’s not healthy. Have you spoken to Alice yet?’

  Emilia blinked at Amy, and as she went to answer she faltered and stopped, looking down at the table and frowning before answering properly. ‘I’ve been back and forth in my head about this all week and I’ve come to three conclusions,’ she held up three digits dramatically in front of her. ‘And they are... drumroll please.’

  Amy laughed and began to drum her fingers on the table.

  ‘I love Cass. He’s my rock. He might get worn away over time, but he’s dependable and solid and unmovable. Even if I wanted to, I don’t think I could get rid of him.’

  Amy nod
ded. ‘Solid reasoning. So does that make me your rack?’ she squished her breasts together and then continued the drumroll. ‘Ba-dum-tish!’

  Emilia shook her head, giggling at her girlfriend’s awful joke before continuing.

  ‘And I love Alice. She’s the greatest gift my parents ever gave me and every day, all I want to do is live up to that ideal for her.’

  Amy nodded, and stopped drumming as Emilia’s eyes now fixed on her.

  ‘And I love you. It turns out the man of my dreams is a girl. My Prince Charming is a princess. I want to be yours as much as I want you to be mine,’ she reached out and took hold of Amy’s hands again, confidently this time, squeezing them into her own. ‘You make me so ridiculously, deliriously happy and all I want to do when I’m not around you is be around you, and when I am around you all I want to do is really, really rude things with you.’

  Amy burst into laughter, drawing the attention of a nearby group of men and women. She glanced at them as they returned to their conversation and then looked back at Emilia, smiling.

  ‘Have you called Alice yet?’

  Emilia shook her head and Amy frowned as she flushed white.

  ‘Still not ready?’

  Emilia let go of her hands as she saw Celeste returning with another round of drinks.

  ‘I had to pay for these ones,’ she laughed and shrugged. ‘Different boy. What did I miss?’

  Amy glanced at Emilia and grinned, and then laughed as her girlfriend shook her head in panic, blushing. She turned her head on her side then raised her eyebrows and opened her mouth to speak, but then to her surprise, Emilia interrupted her.

  ‘I was just telling Amy, about how much I want to kiss you.’

  Amy’s mouth fell open as Emilia smiled coyly and sipped her new drink.

  Celeste smiled at her and laughed, not breaking eye contact. She slowly ran the tip of her tongue along the edge of her lip, before biting it and nodding. Then she turned to Amy.

  ‘And what about you? Do you want to kiss me too?’