I hear myself scream at the top of my voice as my body spasms, and my back arches, when a powerful climax plunges me into a haze of passion, leaving me panting in the arms of my lovers. But this night of love and passion doesn’t end there. It goes on and on just like the unending loop of ‘Somewhere’ playing on Nellie’s sound system. It’s a give and take between the three of us, and finally, sometime in the early morning hours, we fall asleep thoroughly exhausted, satisfied, and blissfully happy.
“Good morning, Birthday Girl,” a familiar voice whispers in my ear. Oh, right – it’s still my birthday. And I know this soft, melodious voice. My eyes flutter open, and Emilia’s staring at me, smiling impishly.
“You didn’t get much sleep, Sweetheart.” Her blue eyes pierce my own green eyes, and she begins running one hand through my long dark hair. I realize I must have an enormous grin on my face. This is even better than my dream was; better than any dream could be. I realize Nellie’s warm naked body is pressed against my back, and that she’s got her arm around my waist. I sigh blissfully. The two people I love most in this world are here with me. I’m truly blessed.
“Morning, Emilia, My Love,” I whisper because I don’t want to wake up Nellie. “I still can’t believe you’re here in bed with me and Nellie.” Then a sudden thought occurs to me, and there’s an unexpected pang of jealousy in my chest, causing me to ask a question I know I really shouldn’t ask. “Since when have you been with Nellie?”
To my surprise Emilia just smiles at me, and leaning forward, she kisses my lips tenderly. “Depends on how you define ‘being together, Sweetheart,” she whispers back.
“Ah…I’m pretty sure you know how I mean it, Love. Oh, and that whole Romagna thing? What was that about?”
“That was my idea, Jenny,” a sleepy voice says from behind me.
I turn to look into Nellie’s face. “What? You? But how’d you…?”
“Well, you remember how hard it was for me to get used to the idea of sharing you with someone else, Jenny?” Emilia says.
I lay my head back on my pillow, so I can look at both my lovers without turning around.
“But I still wanted you back,” Emilia continues. “So I tried using Stephen to make you jealous. It worked, but not in the way I hoped it would.” She sighs. “Maybe it worked too well, or maybe I kept up the charade too long?” She shakes her head. “Whatever it was, you ran away from me because your jealousy made you so crazy.”
Emilia reaches up and strokes my cheek. “I was really miserable. I felt awful, I still wanted you, and I was sure that I’d driven you away for good, Jenny.” She leans forward to kiss me again. “I missed you like hell.”
“I missed you too, my Angel,” I reply, tearing up.
Emilia nods seriously. “But then, you know, I happened to see Nellie at school, and I suddenly realized how truly beautiful she is, and I began to understand why you’d fallen for her, too. To my own surprise I started fantasizing about being with both of you at one time, in one bed.” She grins, apparently reliving those fantasies, before she turns serious again. “I didn’t think I should call you, because I thought I had lost you to Nellie, and also because I was afraid you’d still be mad at me.” She pauses, her lips a thin line for a moment. “Also, I still wanted to punish you for what happened, because I was still jealous, too.”
There’s a momentary silence, and I can hear the birds singing in the trees in the backyard.
“I realized that by trying to punish you I was punishing myself, too,” Emilia goes on. “The next time I saw Nellie at school, I went up to her, and suggested we sit down together and talk.”
Nellie nods, grinning at Emilia, and then at me. “And we had a long talk about you and our situation, Jenny,” Nellie says.
“At first things were pretty awkward,” Emilia continues, “and I had a really hard time talking about things, but Nellie here was so sweet and patient and understanding.” Emilia sighs, and looking at Nellie, she leans over my body and kisses our lover on the lips. I’m surprised that the sight of their kiss gives me a really warm feeling.
“I suddenly discovered that I really liked Nellie,” Emilia continues. “I think I always did, and I think I was always attracted to her, too, only I couldn’t admit it to myself.”
Nellie smiles at Emilia. “I was always attracted to you, too, sweet Angel,” she says, and then she starts giggling. “Only I never had any trouble admitting it to myself.”
Emilia smiles ruefully. “We talked about you, Jenny, and we talked about the concept of Polyamory, which was really new to me. While I was talking to Nellie, I realized that she genuinely loves you. More and more my feelings about the two of you began to change, and I began to feel happy that someone loves you every bit as much as I do, and that that someone was as beautiful and kind and good as Nellie is.”
Nellie smiles. She leans forward and strokes my cheek. “After I started talking to Emilia about you, I wanted to bring the two of you back together again, Jenny.” Emilia smiles at her, and reaches across my nude body to take her hand.
“I don’t know why I came up with that crazy idea, but I suggested that Emi open accounts on Twitter and Instagram, and that she tease you while not letting you know who she was. It was a totally crazy idea, and I didn’t know if it could work, but knowing you I thought you couldn’t resist trying to find out who was behind all that crazy stuff.”
Emilia grins. “I absolutely loved the idea.” She wrinkles her nose adorably and frowns at me. It makes her even more loveable. “I didn’t have any idea it’d be so hard for you to guess who Romagna is, though. I mean, Emilia Romagna…couldn’t have been more obvious, could it?”
I sigh and shake my head. “I did suspect it was you, but I couldn’t actually believe it was you. I mean, the idea just seemed too strange.” My two girls glance at me and giggle.
“Well, anyway, things worked out,” Nellie says. “Your birthday was coming up, and I talked to Bette and Ina about throwing a birthday party to celebrate, and about how much I wanted you and Emi to get back together again.” Nellie gives me a smug look. “They were very enthusiastic about everything.”
Emilia giggles and takes up the story. “Nellie and I got together to discuss how we could surprise you, and how we could all get together afterwards.” She lifts her eyebrows. “Oh, and I’m sure you’ll want to know if Nell and I had sex before last night, right, Jenny?”
I sigh. “You know me way too well, my sweet Angel.” Rather than asking Emilia that question, I just pout and wait for her to tell me.
Nellie and Emilia burst out laughing. When they manage to stop, both my lovers grin at each other, and Emilia says, gazing deeply into my eyes, “Well, I had to practice my lap dance, didn’t I? Of course I practiced lap dancing with Nellie, and we actually made out a few times before last night, Jenny, and what happened between us seemed really promising.”
Nellie gives me a thoroughly serious look. “Oh yes, very promising. Emilia can really kiss.” Then the two of them share a long, lingering kiss over top of my breasts, while I watch in amazement at the beautiful sight of my lovers kissing one another.
“Oh, yes,” I say, when they finally end their kiss, and they look at me inquisitively. “I mean, I know Emi can really kiss,” I add in a small voice.
Nellie and Emi share a quick glance, before they burst out laughing again. The both of them lean over me, their eyes glistening with love and desire. The moment I open my mouth to say something, they both stick their tongues in my mouth. We share a long, passionate kiss, while we stroke and caress one another. Finally, I break the kiss, because the two of them have literally taken my breath away.
“And in case you wonder…” Nellie says, “Ina brought us a set of silk sheets, Jenny. Ina and Bette, but also Tanja and Kira and everyone else wanted you to have the best birthday party ever.”
I smile, thinking about last night. “Oh I did, you two,” I say dreamily. “I did have the best birthday ever.”
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p; “Yes, Jenny,” Emilia says.
“Yes, Sweetheart,” Nellie adds, “we both noticed.”
I join them in giggling and cuddling, for once feeling a sense of absolute contentment.
CHAPTER 15 – BEACH VOLLEYBALL
“Jenny! The ball!” Nellie screams, stirring me from the sudden distraction. I manage to tear my eyes away from Tanja, who’s just pulled down the front of her bikini to flash her breasts at me. She must really want Bette and Ina to win this volleyball match to do something like that to distract me. Tanja’s little trick doesn’t work however. Before the ball hits the sand on Nellie’s and my side of the net, I leap into the air, lifting my hands high above my head, blocking the ball with my wrists, and bouncing it back just over the top of the net. On the other side of the net Ina lets out a cry of alarm, and rushing forward she just barely manages to return the ball, falling flat on her face in the process, while the ball only hits the net, before it falls onto the sand like a stone.
Bette and Tanja let out groans, and Bette goes over to help Ina up, while Tanja pulls her top back up. Looking at me, she shrugs and grins when I scowl at her. I roll my eyes and shake my head, but have to smile for myself. Tanja’s got it really bad for Bette.
“That’s it! Jenny and Nellie win the match, twenty-one to nineteen, and The Coldheart Family volleyball tournament,” Emilia announces jubilantly. She’s sitting in the sand to one side of the net, where she’s been keeping score.
Nellie comes over to me, and we exchange high fives and kisses. Bette and Ina come over to our side of the net to give us congratulatory handshakes and hugs.
Emilia glances up at Kira, who’s beside her, where she’s been playing referee, and gives her a prim look. “Not that it matters anymore, but would you care to explain to me how what Tanja did wasn’t cheating?”
The cute Russian blonde looks down at my redheaded girlfriend, giving her a sweet smile. “Well, this is a friendly game, isn’t it?” She says in her cute accent. “Showing another your breasts is very friendly, so I think what Tanja did was entirely in keeping with the spirit of things. You don’t agree, Lisichka?”
Kira flutters her lashes at Emilia who rolls her eyes, scowling. Lisichka means ‘little fox’, and while I immediately loved Kira’s cute Russian nickname for Emi, she finds in mildly annoying, but puts up with it.
“You’re too cute to argue with, and you know it,” Emilia replies.
The adorable Russian girl nods. “Yes, I do know it.” She looks smug. “So many girls have told me so.” Kira glances over at Ina, giving her a smoldering look. “Especially that girl,” she says in a low seductive voice.
Ina giggles. “Yeah, Mishka, you’re just too cute for words.”
I raise my eyebrows. Kira’s been teaching Ina cute Russian?
Noticing my look, Ina grins over at me. “Yeah, that’s Russian for ‘little mouse’.”
I smile wryly, looking from one of them to the other. They’re a funny couple, Ina, the tall, blonde German, and the cute, tiny Russian girl, but they seem really happy together. I’m happy about that, too, because Ina deserves to be happy. She’s so nice and kind-hearted, but also a badass rocker girl onstage.
I look over to where Bette and Tanja are, whispering and laughing softly, as they open our giant-sized cooler, and start pulling out bottles of lager from it. They seem really happy together, too. I sigh and smile over at my own lovers, Nellie and Emilia, and they flash grins back at me. We’re all happy! It’s so amazing. Who would have thought it was possible, after all that’s happened to all of us these past few months?
“Time to cool off, My Crazy Bitches,” Bette announces.
We do really need to cool off. It’s mid-afternoon on this beach in the southwest of France, and it’s gotten hot, and we’ve gotten sweaty from playing volleyball. We grin as we take our bottles of beer and clink them together.
“Cheers,” we say in unison, and then we drink in eager gulps as if we were drinking soda pop.
Being on vacation with these girls is the most incredible experience. I haven’t had a real holiday since I was twelve, before my parents broke up. Our vacation started a few days after my amazing birthday party. We packed our things, loaded them into the band’s truck, and started towards the Atlantic coast of France. We got lots of attention in every town and village we passed through. The bright pink ‘The Coldhearts’ logo on our truck, and the seven laughing girls in cutoff jeans and skimpy crop tops made young people scream and whistle and cheer as we went by, while the older ones simply shook their heads and smiled ruefully.
Earlier this morning we bought fresh fish, vegetables, cheese, and baguettes at the market on the main square of the little town near the beach. I discovered that Nellie’s quite the expert at grilling things, and so she takes charge of that part of our cookout, while the rest of the girls set up our portable picnic table, and bring our beach chairs. When the dishes are laid out, and everything’s ready, we sit down to a wonderful dinner; a dinner that makes me think of the dinners my family used to have before my parents broke up. The food’s really good, but the company’s even better. I’m surrounded by love after all.
After we finish dinner, we sit and talk for a while, before we all start to work doing the dishes. I’ve just gotten done drying the last plate, when Bette comes up to me.
“Hey Baby Doll,” she says, “I’m going to go get my guitar and Ina’s. We thought we’d do a little playing and singing around the campfire that Nellie’s going to build for us. You want to get yours, too?”
“Yeah, sure.” I pack up the last of the clean dishes with the others, and I stick the dishtowel in the bag we brought for dirty laundry. Getting up I follow Bette to the band truck. We pull out the three acoustic guitars we brought with us, Bette carrying hers and Ina’s, and me carrying my old one. As we start back to our campsite, a sudden thought occurs to me.
“Bette?”
She looks at me inquiringly, and smiles. “Yeah, Baby Doll? What’s on your mind?”
There’s a cool evening breeze starting to blow, and before I answer, I reach over to pull a strand of her blonde hair from her face, making her smile even broader.
“I wanted to thank you, Bette.”
She smiles at me as if I’ve said something really cute. “Thank me for what, Babes?”
“For everything, Bette,” I say earnestly. “For inviting me to join ‘The Coldhearts’, for giving me such good advice, for throwing me a birthday party, for arranging this vacation…” I stop, running short of words.
Bette stops, setting down the two guitars she’s been carrying. A short distance away Nellie has started the campfire, and the rest of the girls are bringing more driftwood to pile on the fire. I put down my own guitar, when Bette comes over to me. Putting her hands on my shoulders she locks eyes with me.
“Listen, Baby Doll, you’re family to me. You don’t thank your family for being your family, or for acting like it.” Leaning forward she kisses me on the forehead. “So no more thanking me, Babes, okay?”
I nod reluctantly. “Okay.” I sigh. “I just wanted you to know that you helped me give my life…I don’t know - a new direction? That you helped me to find my way to a happier life than the one I was living?”
Bette smiles, and it reaches her eyes. She nods and hugs me tight, resting her head on my shoulder, and I do the same. For a moment we don’t speak, and I can hear the sounds of the ocean waves, and the merry laughter of the other girls.
Bette pulls back, looking at me. “You’re a sweet girl, Jennifer Meier,” she tells me. “You’re our baby, and out of all of us, you’re the sweetest. We all love you, and we’re really, really happy you became one of us.” Then she punches my arm playfully. “And you’re a kickass rocker girl onstage.” She glances over at the fire. “We should go back to the others.”
We pick up our guitars, and walk over to the side of the fire. Bette hands Ina her guitar, and we each sit down on one of our folding chairs.
We tune o
ur guitars, and Ina asks, “What song do you want to start with, Bette?”
Bette grins. “You remember that old song that was on the radio a couple of days ago?” She plays the first few chords, and Ina grins back, recognizing the song. I recognize it, too. It’s ‘Jangalene’, an old song by ‘Golden Earring.’ The three of us start playing, making it a long instrumental intro, and when Tanja jumps up, deciding to do a duet with Bette, she’s joining her in singing the first line:
“Jangalene, you’re my queen, can’t get next to your love machine.”
Tanja gets down on her knees in front of Bette, shaking her boobs at her as they sing, and everyone starts giggling.
“Drivin’ all night in your Cadillac, showing your beauty, you’re driving me mad.”
Our playing becomes increasingly ragged as Kira gets up, and starts shaking her own tits in front of Ina. Nellie and Emilia begin dancing with one another, and they turn around and begin shaking their asses in front of me.
‘Maybe you’re dream flashin’ by, but I trust my eyes, they are telling no lies.’
When the song ends, Tanja gets up, and leaning over Bette she kisses her passionately on the lips, till Bette has to stop to catch her breath. We all laugh madly.
Bette stands up, and putting her guitar in the chair behind her, she says to me, “Watch my acoustic, Baby Doll.” Tanja’s face lights up, and the two of them grin at one another like feral cats, before they race off to the tent they share with Ina and Kira. We all laugh even harder as the two of them disappear into the tent.
The rest of us stay by the campfire for a while longer, singing, dancing, and drinking beer, till we’re all ready for bed. We help Nellie put out our bonfire, and then we say our good nights to one another, all of us hugging. We stagger off to our respective tents, using flashlights to show us the way in the darkness.
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