Come With Us

by Brianna Skylark

  The two men watched as their wives embraced their stunning new young friend beneath the hot running water of the shower heads, their naked and wet bodies pressing together as they began to kiss and touch each other. Emilia still had her knickers on, now soaked through with water and almost translucent and they watched with wide eyed frozen expressions as the other two girls pulled them down with difficulty as they stuck to her thighs.

  Cassian reacted first, dropping his towel and grinning back toward Mark as he hopped across the warm tiles and stepped in behind Amy, rubbing his hands over her warm, wet hips as Emilia kissed her mouth.

  Mark shook his head, laughing as he walked in, pulling down his boxers and kicking them aside as he sidled up behind Emilia, spinning her around, his cock growing as Celeste watched wide eyed.

  Amy pressed herself against Emilia’s back, tucking her chin into her shoulder, blowing her husband a kiss as Cassian picked her up. She screamed and laughed with delight as he pressed her up against the glass partition, water cascading down their bodies as he bent down and thrust his head between her breasts, taking one nipple into his mouth and squeezing the other between his fingers.

  Emilia giggled with delight as Mark kissed her, holding her tight against his raging manhood and thrusting it between her legs so she had to part her thighs. Not wanting Celeste to be left out, she reached out for her hand and grabbed it, pulling her closer until their wet bodies touched.

  He was so thick.

  She ached for him.

  Thankfully he wasn’t wasting any time. He spun her around and pushed her gently up against the glass so she was facing Celeste, inches from her face and so close they could kiss. Then he parted her legs wider and thrust himself inside her so fast and so hard that she squealed with joy.

  She hadn’t been expecting last night, or this morning. She had resigned herself to an early night followed by a lazy lie in, and later a coffee and a croissant whilst reading by the pool.

  Instead she was already on the verge of orgasm, with Mark’s thick cock buried deep in her pussy as Celeste’s fingers slid across her breasts.

  She looked down as Cassian knelt on the floor, his hands either side of Amy’s slick thighs and she watched in delight as his mouth and tongue closed over her girlfriend’s parting. The gushing water of the shower splashing over them both in a torrent.

  Amy’s head tilted back and she reached out, holding onto Celeste’s arm as she moaned, Cassian’s tongue sweeping across her clit as his fingers pushed and curled inside her. Steam swept around them all as the cascade of water warmed the room, filling their lungs and permeating their skin. It felt rejuvenating after the sweat and the heat of last night.

  Emilia felt Mark’s hand close around her breast and she turned as his chiseled jaw appeared on her shoulder. She leaned to kiss him and they moved together like an undulating wave as they made love. Her hand was pressed high up on the glass partition, whilst her other one was wrapped around the back of his neck as they worked in time together.

  Then he thrust hard and pulled out and she felt him move sideways and sweep Celeste around. She froze, looking up into his eyes as his firm arms gripped her hand and slid down her back, then she turned and looked at Amy who caught her eye in between moans and nodded.

  Mark spun her around now too, her hands sliding up the glass partition, the water splitting at her touch and flowing past and over her fingers as she slowly parted her thighs and looked sideways, grinning at Emilia who placed a delicate hand hand over hers and squeezed.

  Celeste sensed movement between her legs and giggled, her excitement palpable and then Emilia watched her expression change, her jaw dropping and her eyes closing as Mark’s cock penetrated her.

  ‘Oh putain, il est si épais. Thick.’

  Cassian stood up and Emilia watched as Amy wrapped her arms around his muscular shoulders, her little frame dwarfed by his huge stature. He picked her up by her bottom and she jumped onto his waist as he pressed her back up against the glass and kissed her hard.

  A moment later she moaned into his neck as his long cock slipped inside her easily and he began to thrust so hard and fast that Emilia felt the partition wobble.

  ‘Oh yes,’ said Amy, reaching out for Celeste’s other hand. They grasped each other and pressed their fingers together against the waterfall running down the shaking divider as Emilia circled behind them both, feeling the shape of Mark’s behind, running her fingers up his spine as he thrusted into the little French girl, and then across to her own husband’s familiar muscles and ridges.

  Celeste cried out as Mark grew inside her, listening to his wife moan, becoming thicker and making her feel full as he throbbed. It felt so good, the warm water rushing over her skin as she squeezed Amy’s fingers. She turned her head and caught Emilia’s eye.

  ‘I want you,’ she said, reaching out for her and pulling her close, kissing her as Mark fucked her harder and harder with Emilia now pressed between them all. She felt Celeste’s hand slide down her stomach and press into her pussy and she moaned into her mouth. Then Mark moved and took hold of her once more, pushing her legs apart as Celeste guided him in.

  Amy watched and then whispered to Cassian who lowered her down and smiled as she leaned across and kissed Celeste. The two of them fell back against the partition as their fingers found each other. Then Cassian took ahold of Celeste’s hips and slipped inside her.

  It was incredible.

  ‘I love you,’ said Emilia, turning to Amy as Mark thrust harder and harder.

  ‘I love you too,’ moaned Amy, her voice uneven as Cassian ravished the little French girl.

  ‘I’m going to cum.’

  ‘So am I,’ said Amy, even louder as she dug her free hand into Celeste’s back.

  They came together, each one spurring on the other with their pleasure as their orgasms built and then spilt over the edge. The men pumping into them, filling them up, their fingers working each other, their knees buckling as they thrust and strained.

  Then they all went silent.

  Mouths open.

  Eyes closed.

  Fingers touching.

  The girls fell into one another as their husbands eased off, holding each other and kissing, breathing and caressing as they came down, letting the water wash over them, the steam rolling across their skin as the men leaned against the partition, recovering.

  Emilia and Amy sank down onto the floor of the shower, pulling Celeste with them, their wet naked bodies pressed together as the men tried to stay upright.

  Mark started to laugh as he caught his breath. ’I think I’m going to need another shower.’

  ‘I think we all might,’ said Cassian, his cock still hard and throbbing.

  ‘We may never get out of here then,’ said Amy, looking up at them both, her hair clinging to her face as the water ran down it in little rivulets.

  Mark laughed and stroked his cock, bringing it back to life as Cassian did the same.

  ‘We’re supposed to be going shopping,’ laughed Emilia as Amy kissed her again, sliding her hand between her thighs. ‘And you’re supposed to be going to work.’

  ‘It’s okay,’ said Celeste, sliding her hand up higher than Amy’s as Emilia closed her eyes and gasped. ‘We can be a little late.’

  *

  The underground car park was well lit, clean and clever. Unlike any that Emilia had parked inside back in Oxford, or any city in the whole of England for that matter.

  The tyres of the hire car gently squealed as they glided across the smooth surface of the concrete. Each bay was large enough to comfortably fit any size of family vehicle instead of being crammed together like sardines, with passengers struggling to open doors without hitting the vehicle next to them.

  The best part was the red and green lights above each space. Red meant the space was in use, and green meant it was free. This simple mechanic made finding a space quick, efficient and easy and she imagined it would reduce frustration and congestion at busy times.


  Amy quickly navigated round to a clear spot and pulled up, and a moment later they were all out and heading towards the nearest lift. There appeared to be several dotted around and Emilia was impressed with how clean, fast and responsive they were.

  They stepped inside and the door swished shut and a moment later she watched the carpark disappear. Her jaw dropped open as the lift rose up out of the ground and came to a smooth halt in the middle of a stunning park.

  All around them, visible through the glass walls of the lift, were lush green trees, stone terraced walls and seats, little man-made rivers through which ran clear water, and hundreds of people milling around in the warm sunshine of the day.

  It was beautiful.

  ‘It’s quite something, isn’t it?’ said Celeste, squeezing her hand as the doors slid open. Emilia and Amy stepped out and turned around, slowly taking in the panorama.

  ‘Et regarde, over there.’

  A few hundreds yards away stood the imposing, curved stone walls of the Colosseum.

  It was easy to imagine what it would have been like to see almost two thousand years ago, as it inspired the same sense of trepidation, excitement and intimidation now for Emilia as it must have done then.

  She pictured herself amongst the gladiators as they prepared for battle, their dark lean torso’s, their ripped muscles, their grizzled expressions, their fear and sweat. She licked her suddenly dry lips and secretly wondered if there were any naughty gladiator books she could find on her e-reader.

  ‘This is where we partie,’ said Celeste, shrugging.

  Amy smiled at her and took a deep breath. ‘Can we see you again?’

  ‘I was hoping you would say that.’

  Emilia grinned and laughed. ‘Can we have your number?’

  ‘Give me your phone,’ she said as Emilia plucked it out of her bag.

  She bristled with excitement as Celeste typed it in, then she handed it back and smiled. ‘Call me.’

  Amy nodded and then reached out to kiss her on the cheek. Emilia watched as they did so, three times and then a fourth. Then Celeste turned to her and did the same.

  For a moment they all held hands and then Celeste let go and turned away. ‘A tout alors, belles filles. Ne m'oublie pas.’

  They waved as she walked away, eventually disappearing behind a row of trees in the distance.

  ‘So when can we see her again?’ laughed Amy as she turned back to Emilia.

  ‘Shall we book her a flight for next week?’

  The two of them laughed as they began to walk toward the colosseum.

  ‘I really enjoyed last night,’ said Amy. ‘And this morning.’

  ‘Me too,’ said Emilia. ‘I like playing with you.’ Their fingers brushed together as they walked, their dresses swaying back and forth in the gentle breeze. ‘It’s liberating. I feel like anything is possible.’

  ‘I know what you mean.’

  The city centre was an architectural mixture of historical buildings, neon lights, eighties design aesthetic and ultra-modern glass-fronted facades.

  The two of them walked side by side, marvelling at the eclectic blend of cultures and periods as they weaved their way through tight lanes, milling tourists and brightly coloured market stalls.

  After a while Amy stopped to admire a necklace at one, jumping as Emilia’s hand stroked the small of her back lightly.

  ‘Isn’t it beautiful?’ she said, looking up at the stall holder as Emilia nodded. ‘Combien?’

  ‘Cent cinquante euros,’ came the quick reply.

  ‘Voulez-vous en prendre cent trente?’

  Emilia frowned as the stall holder grunted and then nodded reluctantly.

  Amy dug into her cleavage, sliding her hand into her money pouch that she had strapped around her chest, hidden beneath her dress, and removed the correct amount, passing it to the vendor who snuffled it away on his person. Then she gestured for Emilia to turn around.

  ‘Hold up your hair,’ she said as Emilia gasped.

  Amy unclipped the little necklace and reached up, draping it round her girlfriend’s neck and then clipping it in place.

  ‘Let me see,’ she said as she turned back round.

  ‘I love it,’ said Emilia, admiring the little pendant and stroking the silver chain.

  She leaned forward to kiss Amy but stopped part way and faltered, feeling awkward.

  Amy’s expression changed in an instant, frowning and hurt.

  ‘You don’t want to kiss me in public?’

  ‘No, I do,’ said Emilia, starting to feel even more silly. ‘I just, we haven’t done that before.’

  ‘You’ve licked my ass,’ pouted Amy, laughing now. ‘Twice. But a kiss in front of a bunch of foreigners, that you may never see again, is a step too far?’

  ‘No. Yes. I don’t know. I’m sorry.’

  Amy shook her head. ‘Fine,’ she said. ‘How about we start by holding hands?’

  Emilia smiled, relieved. ‘I can manage that.’

  Amy reached out her hand and wiggled her fingers.

  Emilia looked down at them, then back up at Amy’s raised eyebrows and laughed. Still a little hesitantly, she reached out and tingled as their fingers interlocked.

  Amy smiled and turned, walking slowly along past more stalls in silence as they enjoyed the sensation of being together, proudly in public.

  Emilia played with her new necklace idly as they walked, looking down at it from time to time.

  ‘Do you like it?’ said Amy.

  ‘I love it. It’s from you.’

  *

  The street widened ahead as they stepped out onto a broad avenue. Together they crossed over into the middle of a huge two way system, through the centre of which was a pedestrianised area. As they walked along they passed little ponds of water in shallow concrete pools and fountains that spurted up out of tiny holes. Children played among them in little swimming costumes, running in and out of the spray as they giggled and laughed with delight.

  Emilia smiled as she watched them, squeezing Amy’s hand a little tighter each time they passed a family playing together.

  At the far end of the boulevard, the road stopped and together they crossed over a simple bridge leading into a wide and quiet park.

  The garden was beautiful and bigger than she had imagined. Weaving and meandering through it was a series of stone built channels within which clear water flowed freely into larger, darker reservoirs where green and white lily pads floated.

  Together they leaned over the stone railing of one and looked down into the water, watching as hundreds of large fish swam and milled around through the little archways and tunnels below, occasionally flapping or gulping at the surface before disappearing again into the depths.

  The area they stood in was lined with large trees providing welcome shade above lush green grass and gravel walk ways.

  It was beautiful and relaxing, despite being full of hundreds of people and tourists from all walks of life. If Amy listened carefully she could hear French, German, Swedish and occasionally English being spoken amongst the groups of people sat in the shade beneath the canopy.

  After a while they moved on from the water and held hands again, swaying gently as they walked beside one another.

  Emilia was too excited to talk. She once again felt like she was back at school, holding Cassian’s hand for the first time as they were walking with their friends. She felt giddy with pride, and she noticed lots of different people smiling at them as they meandered along the river side.

  It was wonderful.

  They stopped after a while at a little park cafe and ordered two lattes, sitting down in the shade of an old tree and holding hands across the table.

  ‘Thank you,’ said Emilia.

  ‘What for?’

  ‘For being patient with me.’

  ‘That’s okay,’ she said, stroking the back of her hand.

  ‘This is just all new to me, I’ve not been with a girl before. Well, I’ve not been with any
one but Cass before, but you know what I mean.’

  Amy smiled and looked down at her coffee, blushing as Emilia frowned.

  ‘Wait,’ she said suddenly, seeing Amy’s expression. ‘Have you been with a girl before?’

  Amy laughed and turned away as Emilia’s eyes widened. She gasped and drew one hand to her mouth. ‘You have!’

  Amy shook her head in embarrassment, she was even glowing a little as she tried to hide from Emilia’s searching eyes.

  ‘Who? When?’ she said. ‘What was her name?’

  ‘Ok, but you have to promise not to get upset. It was a fling, not a relationship,’ she blushed again before saying quietly. ‘I’m in love with you.’

  ‘So it was just sex?’

  Amy laughed. ‘Her name was Melanie and I knew her at University, we lived together in halls.’ She looked down at the table again and then back up at Emilia.

  ‘That’s it?’

  ‘You want the full story?’

  ‘Yes,’ said Emilia, visibly excited.

  ‘You are so weird,’ laughed Amy.

  ‘Does Mark know?’

  Amy nodded. ‘It used to be one of his favourite bedtime stories.’

  Emilia giggled with delight.

  ‘We met on moving-in day, but nothing happened at first, we were just friends. She was very cool, a year older than the rest of us after she’d taken a gap year to go travelling, so she was more mature and although it’s funny to look back on now, she came across as wiser too. She’d been places, man.’

  Amy rolled her eyes a little as she talked.

  ‘She would always have a story to tell and they would be so wild and adventurous, kind of like Mark come to think of it, and usually they would end up with her shagging some gorgeous foreign man, that she would describe as looking somewhere between a film star and a supermodel. It was probably all bullshit, but we lapped it up. The rest of us had come straight up from college and although some of us had plans to travel after studying, the closest any of us had experienced to her adventures were family holidays to a handful of slightly more exotic places than Berlin or Barcelona.’