But there’s another mystery that’s bothering me much more, and that’s the secret Nellie’s keeping from me, namely the fact that she met up with Emilia, and that she’s friendly with her. She never even mentions having met my ex-girlfriend, and I’m too afraid to ask her about it. I’m afraid of knowing what she’ll tell me. Of course I’m aware it’s a stupid thing not to ask her, and I don’t like feeling stupid, but I just can’t bring myself to ask Nellie.
Nellie is her usual affectionate self, though, and we have a lot of fun together, both in bed and out, but I feel as though a ghost is haunting us; Emilia’s ghost. I sigh, as I close my Twitter app on my phone.
“So Jenny,” Bette addresses me casually, breaking off her conversation with Ina and Nellie, “ have you decided who you’re going to invite to your birthday party?” She’s lying on the couch in the living room, propped up on her elbow, her feet in Ina’s lap. She gives me a mischievous smile.
I look back at her, wild-eyed. “Birthday party? Which birthday party? I haven’t had a birthday party since I was twelve, before my Mom and Dad broke up.”
Nellie, who’s sitting on the armrest of my chair, smiles down at me tenderly. “Yes, that was before your family came apart, but now you have another family, Jenny.”
“That’s right, Jenny,” Ina adds, grinning. “We’re your family now, so you’re getting a birthday party, whether you like it or not.”
“Yeah, Baby Doll, that’s fuckin’ right,” Bette growls at me. “We’re throwing you a huge fuckin’ party for your twentieth birthday, and you’re going to be here for it, and if we have to kidnap you.”
I laugh breathlessly at Bette’s look of fierce determination. Can I be absolutely sure Bette won’t arrange to kidnap me somehow? I doubt it.
Taking a deep breath I resign myself to my fate. “Fine!” I say, looking at Bette. “I’ll go along with this crazy idea of yours, but I just want you to know that I don’t need a birthday party.”
Ina shakes her head. “It wasn’t Bette’s idea, it was ours, Babe.”
“That’s right, Jenny,” Nellie adds. “We all had the same idea at one time.”
So apparently my bandmates can read one another’s minds, too? I wrinkle my nose at that thought, when Bette speaks again.
“So, you know you’re having a birthday party, whether you need one or not, because you know we won’t take ‘no’ for an answer, right?”
I nod, trying to suppress a smile. The girls in ‘The Coldhearts’ are just too sweet.
“Now, you’ve gotta tell us who you want to invite, or we’ll start inviting people for you,” Bette goes on.
“Okay then,” I start to think aloud. “My old friend Martin and Maria, his girlfriend, then the keyboard player from my old band, Marlon, and his girlfriend Sophie, then my friend Andrea and her new boyfriend, my little brother Chris and his girlfriend…” I struggle to remember the name of my brother’s girlfriend. I never seem to be able to.
“Oh, okay,” Ina says, “we invited all of them already, including…” She clears her throat, “including your brother’s girlfriend Leonie!” She starts giggling, and Bette and Nellie, too.
I roll my eyes. “You did – what?”
“Invited your old friends and your brother already,” Nellie remarks.
I shake my head. “So, who else did you invite?”
“We invited your study buddy Tanja of course,” Bette says, giving me a feline grin. “I’d have invited her anyway, because she’s my snuggle bunny.”
“Snuggle bunny? Oh my fucking God,” I start to shake with laughter.
“And of course my snuggle bunny Kira is coming too,” Ina adds happily.
After thinking for moment, I ask Bette, “You invited Ralph and our roadies, too?”
Bette nods, smiling, and I glance up at Nellie, who’s grinning, too. “Is anybody else coming?”
“Well, some girls to keep Ralph and his crew company,” Ina adds with a grin, “and some of our Crazy Bitches, though not too many.”
“This party is going to be crazy enough without a big crowd, Baby Doll,” Bette says.
I don’t know what to make of that, or the wicked gleam in her eyes, either. Nellie pats me on the shoulder, reassuringly.
“So, where’s this party going to be?” I ask, directing my question at my bandmates in general.
“Right here in this room of course, Silly,” Bette replies laughing.
“Oh? Okay, that makes sense.”
Nellie touches my shoulder. “Maybe you should think about inviting Emilia,” she says softly.
My chest feels tight, as I look up at her. “Do you really think she’d come if I did invite her?”
“Well, you won’t know unless you ask, Sweetheart,” Nellie replies.
“Yeah,” Bette adds, sitting up and locking eyes with me. “You’ve got nothing to lose by trying.”
“Okay, you’re all right,” I answer, “I might as well try one more time.”
Nellie and the others all beam at me. Looking up into Nellie’s molten chocolate colored eyes, I wonder why she still hasn’t told me about meeting Emilia at college.
+++
My birthday party’s been going on for a few hours now, and the tall clock standing in the corner of the living room is showing five minutes to midnight. Five minutes before my twentieth birthday! I’m standing in one corner, taking a breath from dancing. I’m listening to the music blasting from the speakers of the sound system, and to the sounds of laughter and conversations of my guests. I take a sip from a cold bottle of beer, trying to cool myself down a bit; the room’s gotten really warm and the air is stifling, even though the windows are open. My leather top is hardly more than a bra, but my breasts are still sweating, and the ankle-length leather pants I’m wearing are hot enough to make me consider going upstairs and changing into something skimpier. But of course I can’t do this right now.
My gaze wanders over my party guests. All my friends have shown up. I smile as I watch my old friend Martin with his girlfriend Maria chat with Marlon and his own girlfriend Sophie. My friend Andrea’s with them, and she’s with her new boyfriend, who’s the new bass player in Martin’s new band. My younger brother Chris is sitting on the couch against the wall, with his arm around the shoulders of his blonde Barbie girlfriend. I smile to myself happy that I can finally remember her name is Leonie. He’s got a beer bottle in his free hand. My little brother has grown up so fast! He notices me watching him and grins and raises his beer in salute to me, and I grin back at him, returning his salute. Leonie smiles and waves at me, and I smile at her and wave back.
Bette and Ina are surrounded by a bunch of Crazy Bitches, two or three of them are ‘Jet Blacks’. They’re all watching Tanja and Kira, who’ve kicked off their shoes, and gotten up to dance on top of the coffee table. The onlookers all cheer and whistle as Tanja, who looks like Taylor Momsen again today, grabs Kira by the waist, and starts grinding her body against the pretty Russian girl. Kira shrieks with laughter, and writhes in my study buddy’s arms, pulling Tanja in for a quick kiss on the lips. I glance at Bette and Ina, and they actually seem to be more excited about what their girlfriends are doing than anyone else is. Perhaps the four of them are going to be spending the night together? I wouldn’t be too surprised.
I become pensive suddenly, thinking of Emilia. I briefly stopped by her apartment and dropped an invitation to my birthday party in her mailbox, but I haven’t had any response from her. I wonder if she’s thinking of me? Perhaps she’s spending the night with Stephen? Does she do it to forget about me? Maybe she’s really gotten over me, and she’s given up trying to make me jealous? At least she didn’t show up to my party with Stephen. I shrug, and go back to my bottle of Lager. I’m not going to think about Emilia tonight! As soon as I’m done with my beer, I’m going to grab Nellie, and pull her out on the dance floor. Or maybe if Tanja and Kira are done with their dance on the coffee table, Nell and I can dance on top of it.
I’m looki
ng for Nellie, and right there she comes. She approaches me, smiling, with two long-stemmed glasses of champagne in her hands. My heart skips a beat. She’s so amazing! She hands me one of the glasses of bubbly, and taking my free hand in her own hand, she leads me to the middle of the room. I see that Bette, Ina, Tanja, and Kira are handing out glasses of champagne to the other guests. Someone, I think it’s Ralph, turns off the sound system for the moment. Everyone forms a circle around Nellie and me, and as my lover lifts her glass I lose myself in her molten chocolate-colored eyes. I love her so much! The thought makes me tear up, but I notice all the other guests have raised their own glasses, and so I raise mine, too, as the clock strikes twelve, and its chimes begin to sound.
“Happy birthday, Jenny,” Nellie squeals exuberantly, as she clinks her glass with my own, and the other guests take up the cry, “Happy Birthday!” I also hear some girls shout “Happy Birthday, Jet-Black Jenny!” Nellie swallows her champagne in a single gulp, and I do the same. The very next moment Nellie’s lips are on mine, and she kisses me deeply and passionately, leaving me breathless.
“I love you, Jenny,” she says, as we break the kiss.
And then I’m surrounded, as everyone here hugs me, and kisses me, and gives me their best wishes, one after another. I’ve never had such a loving circle of friends and family before now. But still one person is missing, one person who would have made my happiness complete, and she’s not here. Tears begin to run down my cheeks. I’m completely overwhelmed by my emotions, glorious happiness mingled with a powerful undercurrent of sorrow.
Ina takes our empty glasses, smiling, as Nellie takes my face in both her hands, and kisses the tears from my cheeks. “Oh Jenny, don’t cry, Sweetheart.” I nod, and wiping my eyes, I smile at her.
“Jet-Black Jenny Coldheart!” Bette begins to make an announcement in a loud, commanding voice. I stare at her, startled, and she laughs wildly, grinning at me like a tigress. “We have a special birthday surprise for you!”
Nellie and Ina giggle as they drag me to the armchair that someone’s placed in the center of the room while I wasn’t paying attention. Whatever the surprise is, my bandmates and their girlfriends all seem to know about it. Tanja’s laughing hysterically, while Kira’s jumping up and down squealing, unable to contain her excitement, as Nellie and Ina push me down in the chair.
“Music please!” Bette shouts, and as Ralph turns on the sound system, the first chords of ‘The Coldhearts’ cover of ‘Drive’ fill the room. I briefly remember we only recently recorded it during a rehearsal, when a tall, slender young woman gliding into the room catches my attention.
The sight of her makes me gasp aloud. A gilt masquerade mask covers her face, and she’s wearing a gold glitter bra that matches it. A black silk scarf covers her hair. Oh God, I don’t know which part of her to look at first. Her hips sway as she comes closer and closer. Her skin’s pale. Her skimpy glitter gold shorts match her mask and her bra. I can hardly breathe, because I somehow know that this young woman is Romagna, my mysterious online lover.
“This is your birthday surprise, Jenny,” Nellie announces laughingly from one side of my chair. “It’s Romagna!” The rest of the guests cheer wildly. It seems like everybody’s aware of what’s been going on between her and me on Twitter.
Ina grins at me from the other side of my armchair. “She’s going to give you a lap dance, Jenny.”
“I guess you know the rules, Baby Doll,” Bette says throatily, leaning over from behind my chair. “You can look all you want, but you can’t touch!”
All I can do right now is stare at the slender girl who’s standing in front of me, as she begins to dance for me. Leaning forward, she grasps my shoulders, plants herself on my lap, and begins to grind her hips.
‘Whatever you want I’ll give it to you, but you’re gonna have to ask me…’
The crowd around us whistles and cheers, encouraging Romagna. I felt heated before, but now I begin to sweat, realizing that even though Romagna has just gotten started on me, my panties are already wet.
‘I’ll hold you up and drive you all night…’
Romagna’s vivid blue eyes pierce my own green eyes, as she wraps her long arms around my neck, and rubs her little breasts in my face, while she keeps gliding smoothly on top of my lap. I feel as though I’m being tortured, being unable to move or to even touch her, and the vixen knows exactly what I must be feeling. I can see it in her glittering blue eyes that hold me transfixed.
‘Your head is bent back, your back is arched…’
Pushing my head back, she pulls me forward so that my back actually is arched. There’s something vaguely familiar about Romagna, but I can’t think what! I can hardly think at all while she’s writhing in my lap. Through the thin fabric of her golden shorts I can feel the heat radiating from between her thighs. I gasp and pant for breath, and my nipples are achingly hard.
‘I’ll hold you up and drive you, baby, till you feel the daylight…’
The song ends much too quickly, too suddenly for me, and with a sigh Romagna rises from my lap, dancing away from me. She turns, smiling at me, and blows me a kiss, before she goes. I watch in shock as she shakes her slender hips, while she glides out of the room, giving me a perfect view of her tight little ass. My friends around me laugh and cheer and whistle. I don’t even want to know what kind of expression I have on my face right now.
“Jenny?” Hearing Nellie’s voice I look up at her, startled. “I hope you enjoyed your little birthday surprise,” she says, smiling sweetly.
Feeling dazed, I try to collect my thoughts well enough to reply. I hear the shrill laughter of girls around me.
“You’ve never had a lap dance before, have you, Baby Jenny?” Ina asks, grinning mischievously.
Oh good, a question I can answer by shaking my head, which I do. I take a deep breath. “That was fucking awesome,” I say, turning to Nellie. “I just wish I knew who Romagna is.”
Bette laughs boisterously. “Well, you’ll have to find that out for yourself, Baby Doll. Right now we got to get back to partying.”
Someone turns the music up full volume again, and the party guests cheer raucously. The party seems to have become even louder and wilder than before. Everyone starts dancing again, except for Nellie and me. She leans over me, saying into my ear, “Come upstairs, Birthday Girl, I have another birthday surprise for you.”
“Oh, okay.” I wish I had a towel to wipe the sweat off my face with. “I need to go upstairs to, uh, change anyway.”
I blush furiously. I don’t want to come out and tell Nellie that my panties are soaking wet. Yet she seems to realize what my problem is, anyway. She shoots me a look of wicked amusement. Suddenly another thought occurs to me.
“But should I be leaving the party? I mean I’m kinda the host, after all.”
Nellie smiles, patting my face, and says coyly, “No one’s going to mind, Jenny, because everyone knows that I have a surprise for you, and what it is.”
“They all fucking know? You know, I ought to be annoyed that they know when I don’t?” I say with fake annoyance, heaving myself out of my chair.
Giggling, Nellie takes my hand, and leads me out of the room full of partiers. Never letting go of my hand, Nellie drags me up the stairs and down the hallway, and I trudge behind her in a state of bemusement. She opens the door to her bedroom and pushes me inside. The room is lit by candles only, and rose petals cover the white silk sheets of her bed.
Since when does Nellie have silk sheets? And why are there three pillows on the bed?
The fragrance of roses and rose-scented candles fills the air, as Nellie shuts the door behind us. She turns on her sound system, and the intro of Within Temptation’s song ‘Somewhere’ starts playing. It makes me think of Emilia, since it’s one of her favorites.
There’s no time to think about it now, as Nellie puts her hands on my hips, pulling me closer to her. She smiles mischievously. “Ready for your big surprise, Birthday Girl?” She s
ays, running her tongue across my lips.
I manage to nod, as flashes of the dream where Nellie and I and Emilia all made love together, fill my mind, leaving me dazed.
“We’re ready for you, Romagna!” Nell calls out, and I gasp as the doors of her closet swing open and Romagna steps out, striking a seductive pose for me. She’s dressed the same way as before, but unlike previously when it was hidden under a black scarf, her long, red hair is flowing freely over her shoulders. Candlelight flickers off her glittering lingerie, while her brilliant blue eyes capture my own eyes, and our eyes lock together. She slowly glides toward me, and as she approaches me, she slowly raises her hands to her mask. Taking it off, she tosses it aside, and I finally know who Romagna, my mysterious online lover, is: it’s Emilia!
Emilia comes closer and closer to me, grinning. I’m unable to move or stop staring at her. I must be dreaming again, right? Like when I dreamed about having a threesome with both of the girls I was in love with? Or maybe someone slipped something into my drink and I’m hallucinating?
But then, Emilia looks too real, she just keeps on smiling at me, till she’s close enough to put her hands on my shoulders and kiss me tenderly. A moan escapes me when our lips meet, and Nellie reaches up to cup my breasts from behind me at the same moment. My eyes flutter shut as I respond to Emilia’s kiss. I lean back into Nellie’s body so that I can feel her firm breasts pressing against my back. My two lovers tear at my clothes, eager to get them all off, while they keep on kissing and caressing me. I’m getting lost in an amorous haze, but I still manage to unclasp Emilia’s glitter bra. The next moment Nellie turns me to face her, and I see that she’s naked now, pressing her bare breasts against mine, as she slides her tongue into my mouth. Out of the corner of one eye I see Emilia kick off her shoes and finish undressing, before she joins Nellie in embracing me. Within a few brief moments we tumble naked onto Nellie’s bed.
I kiss Nellie, and Nellie kisses Emilia, and Emilia kisses me, and our hands and lips start exploring soft skin and lips. Everything’s new, but everything seems familiar, too. We all show the love and devotion to one another with our lips, tongues, fingers, and hands. My heart is so full of love for them both, and I get lost in this ocean of love and desire, that I’ve just plunged into, drowning in the waves and floods of lust and pleasure, provided by my two lovers’ tender lips, swift tongues, and soft hands. I can’t really tell who’s who now, since all our boundaries have fallen.
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