Come With Us

by Brianna Skylark

  Amy froze. This wasn’t how it usually went. She was normally in charge. She was the bold one, the cheeky one, the rude one. This wasn’t normal.

  She liked it.

  ‘Maybe,’ she said.

  ‘Maybe? Or fuck yes?’

  Amy jumped as she felt Celeste’s fingers sliding up her inner thigh. Her knickers were already wet from all the flirting, but now they were soaked.

  ‘Come on,’ she said suddenly. She grabbed her drink and knocked it back. ‘Let’s dance.’

  She stood up grinning and beckoned to Celeste and Emilia, reaching forward to take their hands as they both nodded and hurriedly finished their glasses. Together they weaved their way back through the tables towards the dance floor via a short set of illuminated stairs.

  Emilia had assumed they would find a little spot near the edge but it seemed Amy had other ideas, dragging them into the centre of the heaving mass of bodies, stopping suddenly and turning around.

  Emilia fell into her, and the three of them laughed as they steadied each other, jostled by the hundreds of other dancers all around them. For several songs they all danced and jumped, gyrated and pounded their feet along to the music, laughing and smiling with others as they twisted and turned, but as they continued the room seemed to get smaller and smaller, and more intimate and private. Each of them stealing naughty glances at each other, tantalising glimpses of smooth skin and supple curves.

  Emilia’s whole body tingled as Celeste’s hands touched her hips and she closed her eyes as their new friends smooth thigh slid between her legs and pressed against her as she moved to the music. Amy slipped her hands around Emilia’s waist from behind and she in turn draped hers over Celeste’s shoulders as each of them slowed down, swaying to the tune. They shuffled closer, grinding gently into one another.

  It was something they weren’t consciously trying to achieve, but gradually a small circle opened up around the three of them, a circle that no-one else seemed able to enter and somehow it felt completely natural.

  Sweating, caressing, touching.

  Skin on skin.

  Hips on hips.

  As they got closer and more intimate, the music seemed to fade away and become background noise. It was as though the shades were coming down on the world, fading everything out until it was just the three of them, pressing their bodies together with passion and urgency.

  Emilia paled as she looked into Celeste’s eyes, stealing a glance down at her glistening lips. Then she felt herself going weak at the knees as Amy kissed her neck, smiling and closing her eyes as Celeste’s fingers tucked her hair behind her ear.

  Then their lips met and her eyes filled with sparkles.

  As she pulled away she turned her head and found Amy, kissing her deep and then she jumped and writhed as she felt someone’s warm fingers sliding up her skirt.

  She moaned and then she heard Amy gasp.

  ‘Let’s get out of here,’ breathed Celeste in her ear. ‘Now.’

  *

  As the taxi drew away, Amy pushed Celeste up against the door of the villa, kissing her lips and sliding her hand through the lattice slits of her dress, squeezing her breast as Emilia fumbled with the keys, dropping them on the ground and swearing. Together the three of them bent down and swept their hands across the gravel looking for them and laughing.

  Finding them, Celeste handed them back to Emilia who stood up and held them firmly between her fingers, doing her best to see the reflection of the lock in the moonlight as Amy kissed her neck. She scratched against the metal as Celeste’s hand danced up her thigh, slipped beneath her dress and clenched around her bottom, squeezing her fingers inside the hem of her underwear.

  As the door swung open, Emilia turned and wrapped her arms around the little French girl’s neck, pulling her backwards and into the dark little corridor, running her index finger over her lips as they tried to stay as quiet as they could.

  Stumbling and almost falling several times they made their way through to the lounge, stifling their laughter and doing their best not to giggle.

  Emilia fell onto the couch and Celeste straddled her, reaching out and pulling her closer for another kiss as she slid her hand between her thighs.

  ‘Je te veux en moi,’ she said, pushing Emilia’s fingers against her already soaking wet knickers.

  Celeste reached behind Emilia’s neck and pulled the loop of her red dress forward over her head and down over her shoulders as Amy’s hands ran up her now bare stomach and over the lace edge of her bra, making her arch her back involuntarily and moan out loud.

  Someone shushed her and she opened her eyes to watch as ever so slowly Amy slid one arm up Celeste’s back and unzipped her dress, letting it fall down around her exposing her beautiful, pert and round breasts in the slivers of soft moonlight that filtered through from the garden.

  Emilia’s hands smoothed up the girl’s toned abdomen and stroked her tight curves and then she laughed as she fell forward and began to kiss her lips and cheeks and neck with such enthusiasm that it made her squeal.

  As Amy watched, stroking her fingers slowly down the brunette beauties back, Celeste began to kiss her way down Emilia’s chest, pausing to undo her bra and then sliding it away and dropping it onto the floor, discarding it hastily. Steadily she kissed her way around her curves and then clamped her lips over her nipple as she squirmed and wriggled and cried out.

  ‘I love how sensitive you are,’ she said, looking up in surprise.

  ‘She can’t take it for long,’ whispered Amy, giggling as her chest pounded.

  Emilia grabbed the back of Celeste’s head and pushed her down, moaning loudly as she carried on sweeping her tongue around her breast.

  As Emilia writhed, Amy started to peck her way down the French girl’s back, kissing the curve of her bottom, pushing her crumpled dress away to reveal more of her skin and making her arch up in anticipation.

  Torturously slowly, Celeste kissed a line around Emilia’s waist. Amy shuffled down as she pulled Emilia’s dress down to her ankles, leaving her in just her cute lace knickers on the sofa. Then Celeste stood up and let her loose, unzipped little black dress fall completely to the floor. Slowly she crawled up and lay between Emilia’s legs and pushed her underwear aside.

  Emilia gasped as her fingertips slid up and down her parting, spreading her wetness up and down. Then a moment later, she cried out in pleasure as she felt her tongue pressing against her lips.

  Her whole body felt alive with desire and lust as her new friend licked her. As she lay there, with waves of pleasure building up inside of her, she looked past at Amy grinning wildly as their eyes met. She ran her fingers through Celeste’s hair and let out another gasping moan, struggling to stay quiet.

  Then Celeste shifted to the side and she felt Amy come closer. As she looked down to see what was happening she felt her heart thumping hard in her chest. Amy knelt before her now too, looking beautiful and full of passion. Quickly her little redhead took hold of the hem of her own dress, pulling it up and over her head to reveal that she was wearing nothing underneath. Both of her girls were now laying on their front between her legs, which were spread wide open on the coach as they looked up at her, grinning mischievously.

  They were both going to kiss her, at the same time.

  She watched with her eyes wide as together, they lowered their heads toward her parting… and then she cried out, abandoning any pretence of remaining quiet as she felt both of their sweet tongues sliding across her warmth.

  Fingers pushed inside her as lips kissed her clit and she reached out both of her hands touching each of their cheeks as they pleasured her. Amy’s tongue lapped against her clit as Celeste’s ran up and down her parting. Then she felt them kissing each other and she looked down at their wet lips, glistening in the silvery light.

  Then they turned back to her and kept going. She ran her fingers through their hair as they swept and swirled and she moaned as she started to feel that familiar sensation. That w
ave, that glorious wave, starting out now, building up far away in the ocean.

  Everything felt different without the men. It didn’t feel as urgent or as raw, it didn’t feel like they were under pressure. Their expectations were different. This was gentler, kinder, softer.

  Sweeter.

  There was no rush, just playful enjoyment, and heavenly pleasure.

  She reached down and found Amy’s hand and squeezed it as Celeste’s tongue rolled across her lips. It was as though she was tasting her, savouring the sweetness of her pussy. It felt beautiful and intimate and oh so incredibly good.

  She sensed her look up.

  ‘Ça fait du bien?’

  Emilia nodded her head urgently, understanding, then she arched her back as another wave crashed through her, each one bigger than the last. Each swirl of her tongue more powerful and more urgent than the one before.

  Amy’s hand squeezed her own and then a moment later she heard and felt Celeste moan into her, as the little French girls fingers parted her lips, sighing softly as they slipped inside and arched upwards, curling and pressing smoothly against her sweet spot.

  ‘Faster?’ asked Celeste as Emilia nodded.

  ‘Yes.’

  She couldn’t take much more, she reached down and gently cradled Amy’s head as she started to orgasm, squeezing her thighs together and crunching forward as her body began to twitch and shake, her toes curling as they pressed against the edge of the sofa.

  Then as she came, something new happened, Celeste arched her fingers tighter inside of her and pressed deeper and Emilia felt this sudden and powerful sensation, like pressure building up from within, but with nowhere to go.

  She tried to stop it, tried to squish her thighs together in embarrassment, but Celeste held her firm and kept thrusting and curling as an intense warmth spread around her thighs and her tummy, intensifying with every passing second.

  She gripped onto the sofa and flailed her arms, letting go of Amy as her eyes rolled backwards and her mouth opened wide.

  She couldn’t stop it, whatever it was - it wasn’t going away, so she stopped fighting it, and relaxed.

  Her face flushed.

  She surrendered.

  Relief.

  She felt a gushing sensation between her legs as her whole body succumbed and melted, and in the distance she heard Amy gasp quietly.

  She heard words, but they were far, far away and she was too relaxed to open her eyes.

  Too peaceful.

  A familiar hand slipped down her arm and into her palm, slender and delicate fingers squeezing her.

  Lips on her own, sweet tasting and gentle.

  Amy’s lips.

  ‘Did I pee myself?’ whispered Emilia as quietly as she could, her eyes closed as she tried not to laugh.

  Amy giggled. ‘Sort of.’

  As her senses returned she experienced a strange sensation, as though she was coming out of a deep and shameful sleep. Her eyes were hard to open but the more she tried the easier it became.

  Amy and Celeste were both smiling down at the wet patch she had made on the sofa and as she blushed Amy bent back down again and kissed her on the lips, kneeling between her thighs as she pressed them together to try and hide her shame.

  ‘You squirted,’ Amy grinned.

  Emilia shook her head, and closed her eyes again, too embarrassed to admit it.

  ‘You did, and it was amazing,’ said Celeste, her lips glistening in the moonlight.

  Emilia tried to turn her head to the side to hide her face, but Amy clamped her palms on either cheek and drew her back.

  ‘It’s okay, it’s nothing to be ashamed of.’

  She opened her eyes briefly and blushed even harder as Amy nodded kindly at her.

  ‘Did it feel good?’

  Emilia took a deep breath, and then nodded very slowly. ‘I just felt really relaxed.’

  Amy laughed quietly, and kissed her again as Celeste squeezed her thigh. ‘I told you, girls eat pussy better than boys.’

  Emilia giggled sharply and Amy clamped her hand down over her mouth.

  As she calmed down Amy looked down at her and grinned. She looked on, puzzled at her girlfriend’s sudden change of expression, then watched with even more curiosity as she stood up and darted out of the room, leaving her and Celeste alone.

  ‘Where is she going?’ she said, bemused.

  ‘I have no idea,’ said Celeste, sitting up and looking toward the dark corridor.

  She flopped back down on the couch a moment later and Emilia stroked Celeste’s arm with her fingers, smiling across at her.

  ‘Thank you,’ she said quietly. ‘That was beautiful.’

  ‘It was. So are you.’

  A moment later they both heard the pitter patter of naked feet on the tiles as Amy returned, holding something behind her back.

  ‘Ok, you mustn’t laugh,’ she said, grinning and trying not to jump up and down. ‘I bought this with me, and honestly I was terrified bringing it through baggage control.’

  Emilia sat up, resting her hand between Celeste’s bare thigh as she turned.

  Amy’s hands trembled as she revealed her little secret, holding it out in front of her with a mixture of embarrassment and excitement.

  ‘Oh my goodness,’ said Emilia, covering her mouth.

  ‘Yes,’ said Celeste. ‘Fuck yes.’

  In her hands, Amy was holding an enormous skin coloured realistic dildo, connected to a harness.

  ‘Is that a strap on?’

  Amy nodded.

  ‘Here,’ said Celeste, releasing Emilia’s fingers and standing up. ‘Let me show you.’

  She took the monstrous rubber cock out of Amy’s hand and squeezed it, grinning. Then she loosened the straps and unbuckled the clips, sliding one side around Amy’s tight little thighs and then coming around the front, obscuring her from Emilia’s vision.

  The pair of them giggled as she tightened the harness, then she stepped back and Emilia gasped. Amy wiggled her hips and the other two burst into laughter as the rubber cock flopped back and forth.

  ‘Oh good grief,’ said Amy. ‘It’s really heavy!’

  She moved closer as Celeste knelt back onto the couch and slid up so she was straddling Emilia, her sumptuous breasts just inches from her mouth. Then she turned back and smiled.

  ‘How’s it feel?’ she said as Amy knelt behind her.

  ‘You tell me.’

  Amy held the cock tight between her fingers, sliding them up and down it’s length as she grinned. It felt strange against her skin, almost dusty, not soft, but not too hard either. She reached out and roughly pulled down Celeste’s knickers with her free hand, sliding two fingers up and down her parting. Then she leaned forward and pressed the head against the girl’s wet lips.

  She watched as they parted, grinning as the shaft disappeared inside, listening as she moaned. Then she started to thrust.

  Emilia reached up and pulled the gorgeous French girl down, kissing her lips as she was pushed back and forth by Amy. She gasped as Celeste’s fingers closed over her breast and as she caressed her, she slid her own hand down between her legs. She reached up and grinned into her lips as she felt the material of the cock, sliding in and out of her along with the tips of Amy’s fingers as she guided it back and forth. Then she worked her way around until she found their new friend’s clit, and began to swirl.

  Her reaction was immediate, moaning and arching her back up, pressing her breasts into Emilia’s face and she squealed with delight as they enveloped her. She turned her head sideways and slipped a nipple into her mouth and Celeste cried out again.

  They didn’t care anymore if the boys heard them.

  It didn’t matter.

  Not now.

  Amy started to thrust harder, pushing her hips deeper and deeper as Celeste began to shake. The sight of the girl’s bottom, her cheeks spread out before her made her feel naughty and she took one hand away from the big rubber cock and stroked her.

  T
hen she pulled her hand away and brought it back down hard.

  Celeste moaned as Amy spanked her, the crack echoing through the lounge.

  The sensation was incredible, Emilia sucking her nipple and pressing against her clit, her pussy filled with Amy’s strap on. The sweet pain as she struck her again.

  Amy grinned and laughed, as she realised that this was what the men saw as they fucked them, and she loved it.

  She swept her hand across the girl’s bottom again, caressing it softly as Emilia sucked on her nipple, her fingers speeding up. She could feel her starting to cum, her breathing was changing and she was tightening her stomach.

  Amy could sense it too, and she grinned as she thrust harder and harder, looking at the girl’a cute little bottom as she pushed her back and forth. Then she bit her lip in anticipation, and slid her finger down, pressing it softly against her sweet little hole.

  Celeste came instantly.

  She bucked and moaned so loud it boomed through the villa, shaking and shuddering, holding Emilia tight as she collapsed forward into her arms. Thrusting and writhing as she came, the sensation flowing through her.

  Slowly and steadily, Amy pulled out and unclipped herself from the straps as Celeste slid down and lay to the side of her girlfriend. She dropped the rubber cock down to the side of the sofa, letting it fall to the floor as she too snuggled up next to them both.

  For a while they just lay together, stroking each other and snoozing as their breathing settled.

  Feeling relaxed and safe, calm and gentle.

  Then Amy looked up at Emilia, reticence clear on her face, even in the shadows of the night. ‘If I lay down, will you do something for me?’

  She looked shy as she spoke, almost ashamed and vulnerable. It was a rare look for her and Emilia’s expression changed to a curious one as Celeste opened her eyes and glanced between them.

  ‘Will you?’ Amy hesitated, and then leaned back. ‘Will you... put your tongue, there again?’

  Emilia felt a taboo thrill shoot through her chest and spread out to her hips and legs and arms, like thick warm honey filling her veins.