*
After swimming for another half an hour, both couples left the pool and headed over to the jacuzzi, which was situated in a small and secluded clearing a few metres into the forest that surrounded the spa. Amy had run along the path in front of them and climbed the short steps, slipping down into the warm water and submersing herself completely. Mark helped Emilia up, and then walked around to the controls, turning up the heat and setting the jets to medium. There was a low rumble and Amy sat up startled as a bubble of jets shot up from underneath her.
‘Oh,’ she said, raising her eyebrows, and then held out her hand to steady Emilia’s descent into the water.
Both the men vaulted the edge and slid down onto the circular ridge of seating under the surface, stretching out their arms and relaxing.
Amy settled back and placed the palm of her hand on Emilia’s thigh. A series of thoughts rapidly began running through Emilia’s mind. Should she touch Amy’s hand too? Should she touch her thigh? Should she do nothing? What was Amy doing? Now she was squeezing her thigh softly amongst the jets of bubbles and Emilia couldn't help but think of the Marquess and the Countess under the blanket.
She decided to stop thinking and just act, and slipped her fingers over the top of Amy’s and intertwined them gently.
‘Have you ever had sex in a jacuzzi?’ said Amy, suddenly and then she looked over at Emilia and joked, ‘And don’t say, No, would you like to? I know what you’re like.’
Emilia laughed nervously, and Amy rubbed her thigh sweetly under the water.
‘We did, a few years ago in the Swiss Alps,’ said Cassian.
‘Nice,’ said Mark. ‘Holiday?’
Cassian nodded, ‘Incredible place, the views are magnificent. We spent a whole day hiking around Oeschinensee, and another paddling about on the lake.’
‘I climbed the Matterhorn, six years ago,’ said Mark.
‘Of course you did,’ said Amy. ‘Naked and carrying a machine gun whilst rescuing orphaned puppies, probably.’
Cassian laughed as Mark smiled. ‘It’s a beautiful country,’ he said.
‘The place we stayed has a slide down the side of the mountain,’ said Cassian.
Amy’s eyes widened and she sat forward.
‘Oh wow, we have got to go there.’
Emilia moved her arm down from the side of the pool, and pressed her palm against Amy’s back, just above her bottom. It might have been her imagination, but as Amy leant back, it felt as though she was nuzzling herself onto Emilia’s hand.
‘You must have travelled a lot in the army?’ said Cassian.
Mark nodded. ‘To some of the best places and most of the worst ones.’
‘Why did you leave?’
‘After my enlistment contract ended, I got offered better a job that paid more and carried less risk.’
‘Protection work?’
‘That’s right.’
Amy leaned closer to Emilia and squeezed her hand under the water. ‘Shall we leave them to it, Em? Go relax in the steam room?’ she said, standing up. ‘They can have their boy talk then, and we can have a little girl talk.’
‘Ok, sure,’ said Emilia, suddenly feeling anxious about the idea of spending time alone with Amy. All the while they’d been together in the pool and the jacuzzi, she hadn’t felt the need to talk about the last time they’d met, and their kiss. But the idea of being alone with her again was incredibly exciting too.
Amy reached out her hand and Emilia stood up, water cascading off her hips, as she followed the graceful figure of her friend out of the bubbling jacuzzi.
‘See you for lunch,’ Emilia said to her husband as she passed him, dripping wet and more than a little aroused as she followed Amy down the tree lined path to the changing rooms.
They walked past the pool holding hands and Amy held the door open for Emilia as they headed back through.
In the privacy of the changing area, Amy pulled off her bikini bottoms, momentarily exposing her behind, followed by her top, allowing Emilia to catch a glimpse of the side of her breast, and then wrapped herself in a small white towel. She handed another to Emilia, who was a little more reserved but did the same, as Amy turned away.
Towels secured and wrapped tightly around them both, Amy led the way to the small sauna.
On the outside it was fairly basic, with white plastic windows and a PVC door that looked much the same as most backdoors in kitchens across the country, but inside it was luxurious, with fine wood seating that Emilia found to be comfortable and smooth.
Amy stepped inside and shuffled up to the far end, loosening her towel slightly and then beckoning for Emilia to join her. She smiled and closed her eyes as her new friend sat down to the left and slightly across from her.
For a little while they sat in silence, enjoying the warmth of the room, the sweat building on their skin, feeling their pores opening up, and breathing in the steam deeply.
Emilia was just starting to relax when the silence was broken.
‘I’m sorry I ran away,’ said Amy, abruptly.
Emilia looked over at her but didn’t say anything.
‘I got scared,’ she continued.
She took a deep breath, drawing the steam deep into her lungs. ‘I like you and I got scared because I want to be friends with you.’
Amy opened her eyes and looked over at Emilia. ‘I’m sorry,’ she said.
‘It’s okay,’ said Emilia, but her heart was already aching and the little crack that had begun to heal burst open again. She had gotten her hopes up, and now Amy was bringing her crashing back down again.
‘No it’s not, okay,’ said Amy. ‘Because I kissed you and it was a really, really good kiss and I can’t stop thinking about it.’
Emilia frowned and then laughed.
Amy closed her eyes again.
‘And I keep touching you, and you keep touching me, and it's driving me completely wild. I can't stop thinking about you and when I'm with you, my mind is just racing and thinking about how I can touch you, or hoping you might touch me, so I can feel that feeling aga-.’
Emilia leant across suddenly and cupped Amy’s cheek in the palm of her hand and kissed her on the lips.
She took it slow, kissing her soft and deep, tracing her thumb across the top of Amy’s ear as their lips pecked sweetly at each other. It was delicate and soft, and Amy’s lips tasted sweet and wet.
Emilia began to pull away but Amy pulled her back with both hands, kissing her lips again and again.
Emilia put her knee down on the wood beside Amy’s thigh, and then ran her hand down the girls shoulder, playing with the edge of the towel wrapped tightly around her, just above her breasts.
They stopped kissing for a moment, just holding each other, looking into each other eyes and breathing.
‘If we were to do this,’ said Amy, biting her lip. ‘How would it work?’
‘What do you mean?’
‘If we were to all… you know,’ Amy squeezed Emilia’s hips. ‘How would it work?’
Emilia’s stomach flipped, she felt a powerful wave of anxiety run through her like a jolt of electricity. She wasn't even sure she’d heard Amy correctly, as though the steam might have blocked her ears.
‘I don't know,’ she said, her eyes wide.
‘You must have thought about it.’
‘A little bit,’ said Emilia, her heart pounding in her chest.
Amy raised her eyebrows.
‘Ok, yes. A lot. But what do you want me to do, draw you a diagram?’
‘No, but also yes I would, and we’ll come back to that later. Would we make love? Would Cassian and I? You and Mark? What do you want?’
‘What do we want?’ asked Emilia, barely able to contain herself.
The girls sat in silence, bristling with nervous energy and tension, until Amy spoke.
‘For it to be nice,’ she said.
Emilia smiled. She desperately wanted to kiss Amy again, but she didn't want to scare her away. Instea
d she said, ‘So do I,’ very quietly.
‘I need to talk to Mark,’ said Amy. ‘I mean we’ve talked about it already but I can't just spring this on him. We need to talk about it properly.’
‘Take as long as you need,’ said Emilia. ‘I don't want to rush this.’
But her heart was already racing.
*
After leaving the steam room, Amy and Emilia had showered and dressed and returned to the main bar area, where they found the men drinking coffee and chatting animatedly.
The girls approached and Cassian called for the waiter, ordering two more cups of coffee and a menu for lunch, and a short while later they ate together, laughing and smiling. Even Emilia managed to stay calm and relaxed, with only the occasional shakes, heart palpitations and moments of panic. Afterwards Amy suggested that they all had couples massages and after booking themselves in, Emilia and Cassian waited until their allotted time before heading in, disrobing again and relaxing under the strong yet tender hands of two professional masseurs.
As their bodies unwound and released the tension of the past few weeks, Emilia stretched out her hand to Cassian, who was laying on the bed next to hers and they held hands as she mouthed I love you, to him and smiled.
Refreshed, relaxed and renewed they collected their clothes again, dressed and headed out into the main foyer, ready to head home after an incredible and exciting day. Emilia felt more than ever, that this was the right thing to do.
In the foyer stood Amy and Mark, both looking more nervous than usual.
As though something was wrong.
Emilia’s heart felt heavy as she walked across towards them, hand in hand with Cassian and she felt a sudden pang of guilt that she hadn’t spoken to her husband about what Amy had said earlier in the sauna, but it was too late now. Amy’s face was nervous, and she was licking and biting her lip as they got closer. Even Cassian began to frown.
‘What's wrong?’ he said as they approached.
Amy looked at them both, and then back at Mark who nodded.
‘Erm, would you guys like to stay the night?’ said Amy.
Emilia’s heart lurched and she felt butterflies in her tummy again.
‘Oh. Yes,’ said Emilia, hesitating. ‘Cass? Would you like to stay?’
He looked across at Emilia, who was wide eyed and startled, and saw her flash a brief and happy smile.
‘Sure, why not?’
Emilia admired Cassian’s cool response.
‘Fantastic,’ said Amy. ‘We could see if we can get adjoining rooms and then have a night cap? What do you think, Mark?’
‘Sounds great,’ he said. ‘I'll go get the room keys. Then we can have dinner and head up. Cass do you want to come with me and grab a bottle from the bar for later?’
‘Sure,’ said Cassian, turning and frowning at Emilia. ‘See you in a bit?’
Both men left the two girls standing alone in the foyer.
Amy looked over at Emilia as their husbands disappeared toward the bar, and for the first time since they had met, Emilia thought the confident, unshakeable and exuberant redhead, looked a little vulnerable.
‘Is this okay?’ said Amy. ’Staying, I mean? You didn’t seem sure. I sort of thought you-‘
Emilia reached her hand out and took Amy’s, who looked a little startled at the gesture.
‘Yes, I want to stay. Is this what you want too?’ she glanced down at their hands.
Amy started to blush, she closed her eyes and tried to stay calm and measured, but she felt like she was going to burst into tears.
‘I think so, we talked about it,’ she said, her voice had gone quiet and soft. ‘Mark is okay with us, in fact, he’s quite enthusiastic, I think he rather fancies you, but I’m not sure if I’m-‘.
‘Ready?’
‘Yes,’ said Amy, smiling and relaxing a little. Emilia could see her eyes had glazed over with a sheen of tears.
‘I’m not sure we are either, but we don’t have to rush anything,’ she reached out and stroked Amy’s fingers. ‘I really like you. We really like you both.’
Amy smiled and scrunched her eyes then took a deep breath, exhaling hard and bristling with nervous excitement.
‘Where are those men?’
A few minutes later they were settling down to dinner in the main restaurant, during which Amy had spent most of the meal mercilessly teasing Emilia’s inner thigh’s with her toes.
Now, a couple of hours later they were making their way up the stairs to the third floor of the building, laughing and flirting and full of nervous excitement and energy.
It was quiet on the landing, a few towels sat in heaps outside doors, waiting to be collected and a small cleaning cart stood abandoned at the far end. Wall sconces illuminated the door numbers and Amy led Emilia by the hand with the two men following behind, stopping when she reached the first room.
She pressed the key card against the handle and there was a gentle beep. The door unlatched and she swung it open effortlessly with the palm of her hand. Inside, the room began to light up. Spot lights underneath the bed illuminated the thick pile carpet and sleek embedded lights slowly brightened in sequence.
‘Here’s your card,’ said Amy, handing it over to Emilia, her hand shaking and bobbing up and down as she spoke. ‘Shall we meet back here in ten minutes? You can knock on the adjoining door?’
‘Sure,’ said Emilia as she grabbed Cassian by his shirt and pulled him towards their room.
She fumbled with their card, dropping it onto the floor. Cassian picked it up and placed it back between her quivering fingers and she turned and pressed it against the reader, heading inside.
‘Oh shit,’ she said, leaning against the door as it shut behind her. ‘Is this really happening?’
‘I guess so?’
‘Is this okay?’
Cassian approached and placed his hands either side of her face, stroking her cheeks and eyebrows with his thumbs, something he would often do to calm her down.
‘Yes,’ he said. ‘Is there anything you want to talk about?’
‘Like what?’
‘Things you don’t feel comfortable with.’
Emilia turned away and sat down on the bed. ‘I guess so, but I don’t think it’s going to be like that. I just want to see where things go. I want it to be nice and so does Amy. I trust them.’
Cassian sat down next to her and put his arm over her shoulder and she hugged him tight and kissed him, then pulled away.
‘We should probably get ready,’ she said. ‘Should I perfume my pants?’
‘I love you,’ he said, looking at her calmly, there was a long and happy silence as they looked into each other's eyes.
‘I love you too,’ she said, melting.
*
CHAPTER SIX
EMILIA KNOCKED TENTATIVELY on the adjoining door and waited, bottle of wine in hand. She tried to be patient, but she was bristling with excitement and barely able to stand still. A moment later Amy opened it a crack, and peered around the edge.
‘Yes? Can I help you?’
‘Police, we’re looking for a couple? One’s a shit artist and the other one looks like a statue that’s escaped from Ancient Rome?’
Amy’s serious face crumbled and she burst into laughter and opened the door. She had changed into a black lace bodycon dress and Emilia found herself struggling not to stare.
‘You’ve found us, miss. Bang to rights,’ she turned away as she took the wine from Emilia’s hands, passing it to Mark who opened it with one twist.
‘We’ve only got a single set of wine glasses,’ said Amy. ‘So I hope you’ve brought yours.’
Cassian produced their pair from behind his back and set them down on the side table.
Mark walked over and poured out four equal glasses, and then picked up the first two and handed them to Emilia and Cassian, and then passed another to Amy who had sat down on the edge of the enormous bed.
Amy looked up at Emilia and patted the duvet
beside her and said, ‘Come, sit with me.’
Cassian sat down in one of the two arm chairs that faced the bed and Mark put down his glass and settled down into the other one, facing the girls.
‘So what do you think of the spa?’ said Amy.
‘It's nice,’ said Emilia, quietly.
There was an uncomfortably long silence as the foursome sipped their wine, broken finally when Amy spoke.
‘Oh shit, I'm so nervous,’ she laughed suddenly and then covered her mouth, biting her lip.
Emilia looked awkwardly across at her as the silence returned. They met each others gaze and held it.
After a deep breath, Amy wriggled across and raised her hand up to run her fingers through a loose slip of Emilia’s hair, then she shuffled forward until their thighs touched and leaned in to kiss her.
Their lips met as Amy’s hand traced the contour of Emilia’s cheek and neck.
This is happening, thought Emilia. We’re really going to do this. Then she realised with a surge of arousal, excitement and guilt that for the first time in their lives, she was kissing someone else in front of Cassian.
Emilia felt her heart flutter and surge at the sensation of Amy’s other hand moving slowly up her waist. She turned, working herself further up onto the bed and running her hand through the girl’s fiery red hair.
Amy’s hand reached Emilia’s breast and she felt herself rise off the bed at her touch, leaning into her and kissing her harder. She stopped and took a deep shuddering breath, turning to look over towards Cassian and Mark, both men sitting in their arm chairs, smiling, watching and enjoying the show. She could see they were both hard already. Amy looked over too and then beckoned to them, returning immediately and urgently to Emilia’s soft and beautiful lips.
Emilia ran her hands down Amy’s legs and found the hem of her lace dress and began to slide it up the outside of her thigh, letting her short nails lightly scratch Amy’s pale skin as she did so, and making her breathe in sharply. Then she squeezed the top of her leg, feeling her hip bone beneath and moved her hand around to the girl’s bottom, searching for the edge of her underwear.
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