Jonathan was quite prepared to see Emma naked when he arrived. And there, just as Charlotte had warned, was Emma seated in front of a television watching a video showing men making love to other men. Not his kind of film, but Jonathan had been warned of the nature of the research Emma was undertaking so he was less surprised than he might otherwise have been. Another girl was also watching television who Charlotte introduced as Harriett. Charlotte was herself rather surprised to find Harriett was also not wearing any clothes except for what was perhaps the bottom of a swimming costume. However, Charlotte made no comment as she usually wore less than that, but she nonetheless felt an acute pang of jealousy.
Emma and Harriett were very civil to Jonathan and asked him questions about his work and what Charlotte was like to work with, while the hostess in the meantime was busy in the kitchen preparing a meal for the four of them. Jonathan occasionally popped into the kitchen to pass a few words with her.
“Your friends seem very affectionate towards you,” he commented.
“Affectionate?” wondered Charlotte, as she put the potatoes into the oven.
“Well, fond of you,” he laughed. “Actually,” he commented, “it is a bit disconcerting your friends not wearing clothes. I don’t know where to look.”
“Just be discreet,” advised Charlotte, wondering how disconcerted Jonathan would be in a normally naturist household.
The meal was a success. Charlotte was delighted by the praise her cooking got from Emma and Harriet. “You ought to have friends round more often,” smiled Emma holding Charlotte’s hand tightly in hers. Charlotte felt a sudden flush of affection for Emma, but with Jonathan and Harriett there she couldn’t kiss her as she wanted to, but she reciprocated Emma’s squeeze and smiled back affectionately.
“Don’t worry about the washing up,” volunteered Harriett when the last of the bottle of wine was drunk and the cheese board was bare. Charlotte smiled, and Jonathan regarded her longingly. Experience told Charlotte what the look meant and she had no intention of disappointing him. Indeed, while Emma and Harriett settled in the kitchen to wash and dry up, Charlotte took Jonathan to her room to consummate the evening.
Knowing how shy Jonathan was, and in any case itching from the unaccustomed feel of clothes in the flat (which was always kept warm for Emma’s benefit), Charlotte took the incentive in taking off her clothes. It took little more persuasion for Jonathan to undress and for her to take his throbbing member into her palm to hasten the process. His penis trembled excitedly, but she didn’t want it spurting wasted all over the carpet. She took her hand away, and massaged and pecked Jonathan about the face, chest and upper thighs. It took all Charlotte’s skill to delay the time when the two fell onto the bed and for Jonathan to hump away on top of her.
Charlotte always found sex with men slightly amusing ‑ she could never find it disgusting as she was sure lesbians should do. And she also found it very exciting. As Emma had often commented, when Charlotte got very excited she got carried away and would soon be screaming with ecstasy. Perhaps it was the wine, perhaps it was Jonathan or perhaps it was the warm feeling of affection she’d got from Emma, but she felt exceptionally passionate today. As she screamed out while Jonathan hammered away, his tongue in her ear and Charlotte’s legs wrapped around his waist, she knew that it might disturb the neighbours let alone be audible to Emma and Harriett, but she didn’t care.
After an hour or so, Charlotte was quite exhausted, so she wandered naked out of her bedroom to the kitchen to get some beers out of the refrigerator. Both of them were now very hot and sticky ‑ rivulets of perspiration running down their faces and shining on their bellies. Emma was already in the kitchen making some sandwiches for the following day. Charlotte was a little embarrassed to encounter Emma with the smell of sex emanating so strongly from her. The hairs of her vagina were a soggy mess and she felt a drip of semen flow slowly out from her vagina and down the inside of her thigh. Unthinkingly, she glanced down at it and when she looked up she could see that Emma’s eyes had also been drawn there.
“I can see you and your friend are having a very pleasant time,” remarked Emma kindly. “He is staying the night isn’t he?”
“Well, if he wants to,” Charlotte replied.
Emma smiled and leant over to kiss Emma on the face. Charlotte responded by grabbing Emma round the shoulders and showering kisses on her face and squeezing her against her sweaty front. Emma gently pushed Charlotte off.
“Don’t be silly, Charlotte,” she admonished.
Charlotte felt even more aroused after her encounter with Emma and in the ensuing lovemaking with Jonathan it was Emma who was foremost in Charlotte’s thoughts as Jonathan thrust away. Charlotte forced Jonathan to enter her from other positions ‑ including from behind (but not, despite Jonathan’s entreaties, into the anus). Charlotte’s screams and cries echoed into the night and soon there was no more to do than lie back and recover. Charlotte’s crotch ached from the battering it had taken, but it was a pleasant ache that reminded her of all her recent passion. She studied Jonathan’s shrivelled penis which was still moist and shiny if no longer so very appealing. Charlotte tenderly kissed it and stroked Jonathan’s testicles, but carefully so as not to wake him. He was a nice boy, Charlotte felt, but her first love was always Emma. Just the thought of her hug with Emma filled Charlotte with enormous desire.
This aching passion for Emma compelled Charlotte to push open the door leading to Emma’s room. She often did this to relish Emma sleeping peacefully in her bed. Sometimes, Charlotte would sit for hours by Emma as she slept just to feel the pleasure of her closeness and the sound of her breath. She loved the cherubic expression on Emma’s face as she breathed. She loved the opportunity to study what she could see of Emma’s naked body, without being accused of voyeurism. The wonderful breasts, that slender waist, the hair that fanned out over the sheets and tangled in her nipple.
Emma wasn’t in bed, nor did it look like the sheets were disturbed. A little alarmed, Charlotte wandered through Emma’s bedroom and then around the living room and kitchen. No sign of her there. But she could hear a giggle. Charlotte started. Nothing! And then again, just a little louder followed by a tiny shriek. It was coming from Harriett’s bedroom.
Harriett often had lovers staying the night, so this wasn’t unusual ‑ but with Emma not in her bed, Charlotte feared the worst as she softly pushed open Harriett’s bedroom door. The walls of Harriett’s room were covered with posters of sporting heroes and heroines, and it was these that Charlotte first saw as her eyes became accustomed to the light shining in from the street lamp through the window. Then, as she feared, she saw Emma and Harriett together in bed kissing and cuddling each other. No! Charlotte corrected herself. It was Harriett spreadeagled, arse towards the door with Emma underneath busily tonguing her vagina.
Charlotte gasped.
Emma looked up, startled. “Oh, it’s you!” she said, sounding not too pleased. “What do you want?”
“I … I … just wondered why you weren’t in your bed.”
“Who could possibly sleep with you and Jonathan making so much noise in the room next door?”
“But … but…” Charlotte gasped, the few remaining tatters of her dream that Emma was in truth reserved for her flying and scattering as Harriett and Emma readjusted themselves to face her, both naked, both sweaty, both with the hair on the head and below bedraggled and ragged, neither looking too amused.
“Charlotte,” said Harriett reasonably. “What Emma and I do is not your business ‑ and besides you’re clearly having quite a fun time with your boyfriend.”
“It’s not the … not the same,” Charlotte stuttered on the edge of tears.
“It is,” Harriett insisted.
“No, it isn’t,” contradicted Emma. “You’re having sex with a boy. I’m merely being affectionate with a friend. You have nothing to be jealous about. So go to bed.”
Charlotte sighed. She wouldn’t be able to resolve this by cryi
ng. She smiled sadly and defeated as she eased Harriett’s door shut.
“Good night,” called one of Harriett or Emma as she left.
“Good night,” mumbled Charlotte as she returned to her bed which, with Jonathan in it, seemed too crowded and even uninviting now.
Chapter V
After Charlotte’s discovery of the two girls together, Harriett and Emma no longer made even the slightest pretence that there was nothing between them. Charlotte became accustomed to finding the couple entwined around each other in the living room and elsewhere, and her sense of betrayal and frustration gradually receded in the face of a fact that couldn’t now be changed. Charlotte tried to look away from their activities, but her eyes still strayed towards them, although there was nothing too overtly sexual in their behaviour. As long as they just cuddle, Charlotte said to herself, I can still dream. She gazed longingly at Emma, but she felt constrained from even kissing or hugging her. Contrarily, Emma was much more affectionate towards Charlotte ‑ stroking her hair, kissing her cheeks, patting her buttocks ‑ but never in a way that could be construed as a sexual invitation.
Emma was concerned that Harriett shouldn’t lose sight of the original intention of their intimacy. “Perhaps now,” she suggested, “we’ve practised enough and we should find out how you actually would perform in front of the camera.”
“But how would we do that?” wondered Harriett from between Emma’s legs, a few loose hairs in her teeth.
“I’ve got a video recorder and we can ask Charlotte to film us,” suggested Emma matter‑of‑factly.
And indeed that’s what they did next time they saw Charlotte just as she was returning from work. She was just pulling off her knickers ‑ always the last item she took off as to her it marked the moment she progressed from merely undressed to nude. It was not a welcome suggestion, but there was probably no favour that Emma could ask that Charlotte wouldn’t perform. Even scorned in love, Charlotte reasoned, she could show how pure and unselfish her love was. She still hoped that Harriett was merely a phase in Emma’s love life and that soon her true love would return to her, an altogether better candidate.
“I’ve never used one before,” Charlotte answered, hoping this could be the excuse to avoid the humiliation of filming the woman she loved making love to another woman. “And certainly not for something like that.”
“Don’t be silly,” said Harriett. “There’s nothing to it. It’s auto‑focus. All you’ve got to do is point it in the right direction and make sure it’s rolling.”
“Isn’t there some art to it?” wondered Charlotte. “The right angles and so on.”
“We’re not asking you to make an art film,” Emma laughed. “We just want to see what Harriett’s like, so that when she makes love with a woman professionally it all goes well. No one’s going to watch it except Harriett and me.”
“And anyway if you think the cameramen at work are making art, you’re sadly mistaken,” laughed Harriett. “All they do is what we’re asking you to do. Just film us making love and point the camera at the interesting bits.”
“The interesting bits?”
“Don’t be so naïve!” Emma exclaimed amusedly, leaning over and kissing Charlotte on the mouth. “I’m sure you’ll have no difficulty in working out which they are.”
Emma and Harriett spent about an hour together in the bathroom to prepare for the filming, mostly soaping themselves in the shower and ensuring that their bodies were clean and their pubic hairs shining. Emma was fascinated to find that even Harriett, with her athletic slim body felt she needed more than just soap to look her best as she adorned make‑up over her nipples and around her crotch. “It actually looks more natural on a video,” she explained, but Emma wasn’t persuaded. Her principles of naturism were too strict to permit such artifice. She did consent, however, to Harriett sucking and pulling on her nipples to ensure they were quite erect to start with.
Charlotte practised, in the meantime, by filming around the living room and then playing the results back on the video player. It was very easy: technology had certainly come a long way. You just pointed the video recorder at something ‑ say a chair ‑ and it remained in focus as you moved towards it or away from it. Even in darkened parts of the room the recorder automatically widened its aperture to ensure that enough light entered the lens.
“Are you ready?” wondered Emma coming out of the bathroom with a blow‑dried crotch and a radiant expression. Charlotte couldn’t help noticing how very stiff Emma’s nipples were: they were normally pert but not that pert.
Harriett suggested her own bedroom because her bed was the widest and there was better lighting. “And that’s where I’m most relaxed anyway,” Emma laughed. Charlotte was not amused.
At first the exercise was very clumsy. It was very difficult for Emma to proceed knowing that Charlotte was filming her every move. She kept catching glimpses of the video recorder as it panned around her crotch and her breasts. Charlotte herself was thinking more of her own humiliation in filming the woman she loved doing the things she wanted to do, and found it difficult to keep her mind on the object of the exercise. However, the more experienced Harriett took everything in command. She kept half an eye on the camera and Charlotte and occasionally made signs to Charlotte as to where to point the camera. Emma appreciated how Harriett also took command of her love‑making. Emma admired Harriett’s professionalism as she guided Emma’s mouth down to her vagina while stroking Emma’s back and gesturing Charlotte to film Emma’s frantic tongue. The skill was not only that of being able to make love unselfconsciously in front of other people, but of also maximising the activities for their erotic televisual potential.
Charlotte was able to think as she filmed that perhaps this was not really Emma she was filming, but just a sex star on the sex videos Emma was bringing into the flat. Was it real sex? she wondered. She’d sometimes wondered that when watching these videos. However, as Emma relaxed more and became more excited by the eroticism of the occasion, it became evident to Charlotte that this was real sex. Emma emitted gasps and grunts that increased in frequency and were reciprocated by Harriett. “Oh God! Oh God!” she yelled from a sudden orgasmic shudder. Charlotte was taken aback, but she was herself aroused by Emma’s arousal. Her thoughts focused on Emma and almost forgot that it was Harriett who was orchestrating the pleasure and whose tongue and teeth were working round Emma’s vagina.
Almost unconsciously, while holding the video camera in her right hand, her left hand wandered down to her own clitoris which she stroked to the same rhythm of Emma’s orgasmic shudders. She found that her own vagina was moist. Oh! if only it was me that was giving Emma this pleasure, she sighed.
All too soon for Emma, whose body glistened with perspiration, they were finished and the lovers lay on their backs in exhaustion. Charlotte was still filming, but on Harriett’s prompting she had receded so that she could film the two girls together.
“I wonder what it looks like,” wondered Harriett signalling that Charlotte should now stop filming. As the company soon found out, it didn’t have the gloss or sparkle associated with most television sex, and the video was peculiarly story‑less, being just Harriett and Emma groping together. It was almost an emetic experience for Charlotte to see the two girls together again just as she had seen them earlier through the camera lens.
“What do you think of our performance?” Emma asked Charlotte kindly as the action showed Emma’s finger working in and out of Harriet’s anus.
“I don’t think I know what to say,” said Charlotte truthfully.
“I still need practice,” Harriett stated forcefully. “There are quite a few things I’m just not happy about. Not,” she added, smiling at Emma, “in terms of your performance, but my own. I think we’ll have to repeat the exercise again.”
Charlotte sighed inaudibly. She knew what Harriett’s statement meant for her. However, she watched the rest of the video with the two lovers. After a while, both Emma and Harriett
were stroking and rubbing their vaginas ‑ and remembering her own excitement while filming Charlotte did the same thing. But she wasn’t arousing herself at all. She was wondering if she could bear to stay and watch the rest of the video, when she heard a sharp gasp.
Was it that part of the video already? wondered Charlotte watching again as Harriett’s mouth worked around Emma’s breasts which was held up in offering. No, it wasn’t ‑ she was sure ‑ the video hadn’t even got to the bit when Harriett had put almost all of her tongue into Emma’s vagina. She turned her head to look at Emma and Harriett, and saw that they had started making love to each other again.
Charlotte was then in a dilemma, which she could not reconcile. For the rest of the space of the video she had the choice of watching Emma and Harriett making love in the flesh or review them again on video. Eventually, she decided that the only thing she could do was leave. She went to her own bedroom and slumped on her bed. Away from Emma and Harriett she was now able to imagine herself making love to Emma and that she was the recipient of Emma’s affection. And in this way she furiously masturbated herself and was eventually sufficiently exhausted to get to sleep and not reflect too much on her loss.
Although Emma was becoming quite expert in making love, she could almost be considered to be a virgin ‑ she had only once ever had full penetrative sex and that was not a particularly enjoyable experience. In fact, it had so upset Emma that she had lost interest in making love altogether: but as a result of her experiments with Harriett she felt sure that the time had come when she could lose her virginity in a more meaningful way.
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