It's just after midnight when we get into her limo, and she tells Robert to take her home.

"You don't mind coming home with me, do you, Rachel?" she asks, sounding like a high-school girl asking her boyfriend for five dollars.

"I'd like nothing better, I think." But she sees me frown, and grins a little.

"I'm sure Kani would approve. I know her." She leans over and opens a little bar, asking if I want champagne. I don't want to get too drunk, I say, and she laughs a little. "It's just champagne," she says, and pours me some. In truth, I want to fuck her so bad I don't care wether Kani approves or not, but I'm three quarters sure she would anyway.

I'm in the front, facing back across this little coffe table thing, and she's in the middle of the back seat, legs crossed, a glittering flute full of bubbling liquid in one hand, a long white cigarette in the other. I think she's pretty, like that, so I say so. And she smiles, asking me if I came.

"Yeah," I say, a little surprised. She doesn't seem like a shy librarian anymore.

"I want to watch. Would you do it again?" Her glass clinks when she puts it in a holder on the table, and I smile at her. In answer, god I like this girl, I want her want to taste her I unbutton my shirt again, bottom to top, pulling it out of the skirt.

The limo bumps a little from time to time, and I watch her watch me, playing with my tits and getting turned on like something else, she just watches my eyes. After a bit of that I want to jack off, really do, want her to see, so I pull the skirt off slow and drape it across the table. The champagne is delicious, sweet and dry and going down too fast, so I put it down and sit back, spreading my legs and hooking my feet into the straps that close the doors. And she sighs. Yet another thing I need to make her do. I want to make her come.

So I do my best to drive her nuts, works on me, too, fiddling with my clit and slipping fingers in and out of me, and she squirms a little on the seat when I gasp once, her hands stretched out to the sides of the seat, her lips parted slightly.

God, this is strange, this is erotic, jacking in the dark of the limo with her watching, the leather sticky against my ass, Kani's shirt bunched up under my shoulders, and she keeps watching my eyes, I'm breathing heavy now with my lips spread wide and three fingers deep inside, wetter than I can remember being. I can see Robert's eyes in the rear view mirror, he glances occasionally, and Gretchen looks at nothing but me, her legs still crossed but now she's got one hand between her legs, up high by her pussy, and it's moving a little.

I want to come now so I'm banging my hand in, three fingers shoving deep into me, the middle finger of my other hand scratching my clit like I'm trying to get it off and oh I want her to use her tongue so I say so but she doesn't move and oh god oh god I'm begging her mmmm! my legs shudder against the doors,

"I'm gonna make a mess," I hiss at her and she smiles, her hand between her legs moving more noticeably and she moans, high in her throat and whack I come, the leather squeaking beneath me, one of my feet hitting the floor with a thump and her saying

"Oh, Rachel," and me whining super-high, like a cat, crossing my legs over my hand and hugging myself to stop shaking. And Gretchen jerks, her eyes closed, her mouth open, she breathes in once, hard, with a gasp, and is motionless for a few seconds. Her hand pulls from between her legs and rubs up the front of her jacket, strokes her neck, and I'm moving towards her as she thanks me.

All the way to her house, she's cuddled against me on the leather, the slick silk of her suit cool against my skin, her lips kissing mine, my neck, my tits; sucking on my nipples, licking cum off my hand; and her fingers trace lines around the small of my back and I growl at her a lot.

"Home, Miss Gretchen," Robert says, and my foot knocks her glasses from the table and they click on the floor of the car.

Holy shit. I mean, holy shit. This has got to be the nicest house I've ever been in. Ever fucking seen. This huge expanse of marble, lines of metal in it, and the typical rich-people stuff: Statues and paintings and things, she's rich.

I pad across the cold stone, my skirt back on and shirt buttoned again, her heels clicking in the wide beautiful hall, and we pass rooms on either side that look like nobody lives there, they're so perfect and exquisite. I can't help it.

"You live here?"

"Yeah," she says, sounding meek, and she giggles again (wow), "Kind of excessive, isn't it?"

"It's fucking nice, is what it is," I say, as we pass a room done in white white carpet and black furniture with lots of gold metal. And we're going towards a huge wall of glass with blue light behind it, and the darkness of night sky.

"Thanks," she says, exactly like she hears that all the time, and then, with her eyebrow raised at me, "Do you swim?" She opens a door in the wall of glass and I can smell chlorine, the blue is the glow from a pool surrounded by house, the sky bare above it, the cool night air hits my face as we go outside, in the middle of her house.

"Um," I start, feeling like my legs are made of jelly. "Sure."

She indicates a chaise covered in what looks like black velvet in the dark, and calls to no-one in particular,

"Robert, would you bring us a drink, please?" She kisses me, soft and her perfume like flowers in my head, and says she'll be right back. And I'm alone, the stars above me and the night wind, her kiss tingling on my lips and her scent in my lungs, and I breathe really deep a few times, lying back on the chair. God, with Kani and all this, I think of what my life was like a month ago and can't believe how happy I am. How fucked it was before. I think about screwing women more than men now, I mean, I still want to get laid by men, I'm sure. But these things these women do to me, christ. It's so different, so nice, so intense.

That orgasm in the car was as wild as any I've had with Kani, different, yeah, but just as hard. Gretchen is so pretty, and Robert is there, handing me a glass. He's not too bad looking, really. Sort of feminine, which I suddenly see as better, and I smile and thank him.

Then he's walking away and I drink some, champagne again, even better than before, but maybe I'm just a bit buzzed, and she's coming towards me from the side of the pool, taking another glass from Robert as she passes him. An intricate bikini the color of her eyes is stretched across her body, gold glittering from her neck, wrists, and ankles, and her hair is down, blowing around her shoulders blond and wavy.

Shit. She's fucking perfect. I mean, perfect. Her -- breasts, "tits" doesn't fit them, are small and round and high, curving behind glossy blue above a perfect ribline, her waist is tiny, jesus. She's perfect. I can't think of another word. I mean, Kani's got a killer body, all trim and althletic and great, but Gretchen's is a wet dream. Adolescent fantasy. She sits next to my calves, nice nice legs, and holds out a small bundle of red cloth.

"Want to change?"

It seems weird, I just jacked off in just my stockings in front of this chick in her car, squirted cum on her leather seats, but it's perfectly natural to change in her bathroom instead of right in front of her. The bathroom, all grey porcelain and gold fixtures, is bigger than my living room with Amy. Fuckin' A.

And the bikini she gave me is this bright red thong, takes me a minute to figure out the top, until I realize you're supposed to hook it to the bottom strings by your hips. Looks pretty good on me, I think, turning in the mirror, but I'm spoiled by seeing her, perfect, flawless, beautiful. And I'm turned on just thinking about her, stimulated in a way I haven't ever been. I wonder if Kani feels like this about her, remember her saying "Gretchen's pretty close to my favorite next to you" and thinking she probably does. And Kani, baby, my girlfriend, is definitely my favorite. But Gretchen is running a real close second right now.

Her house is tremendously quiet right now, cold stone beneath my feet, soft lights and muted moonlight streaming through it from various directions, and I find my way back to the pool without too many wrong turns. She's swimming, slow backstroke through the lighted water, her suit paler blue against the sapphire glow of the water, the air chilly against my bare ass, I can feel my nipples harden against the tight red cloth.

She meets me at the edge of the pool, her hands clasping the wooden edge, and she smiles, her hair shining gold across the top of her head.

"That looks nice on you," she says, dipping her chin below the water.

"It fits nice," I say, kneeling down at the edge.

"It's Jamie's. She doesn't like it, though. You keep it." I start to object, but she shakes her head, smiling at me with her eyes, her mouth under water. "It's yours. Come on in." And she kicks away from the side, splashing me a little with warm warm water. And it's cold, all of sudden, so I swing my lower legs over the edge, whoa it's warm in there, and cold out here, so I slip in, that shock of wetness fading into warmth and softness.

While we swim we talk, about nothings, about Kani, about champagne, which I'm really starting to like, and she tells me about Kani's lovers.

There's me, I guess I'm like Kani's, like Danielle is Gretchen's. And Jamie and Laura are a pair, even though Jamie lives here with her, and Sherri and Kim are each other's.

"And Simon, well, he's got us all." She finishes, pulling herself up a ladder out of the pool, the water running down her faultless body, and I'm thinking if I'd never seen Kani's ass, Gretchen's would be the best one on earth.

"Really," I breathe, a chill running down my spine at his name, even in the warmth of the water.

"Yeah," she says, her voice echoing off the glass, "Sort of." And she takes a big white towel from a cabinet by the chairs and covers herself with it. Damn. Then something occurs to me. Three pairs of women . . . pairs.

"Gretchen?" I say, not sure if I should ask, but it's so oddly easy to talk to her, "Can I ask you," and I trail off, not knowing if it's okay to do this. Like maybe I should ask Kani.

"Anything." She sits on the end of one of the chaises, sipping champagne.

"If you guys are all, well, pairs, then . . ." And I can't do it. She smiles with one side of her mouth, and is silent for a minute.

"Kani had a -- girlfriend, I guess -- before you. Yes." Just the sound of water lapping, and my heart feels funny, I mean I know she'd had all these women around, and Simon too, but I never thought of anyone but me as her girlfriend. My girlfriend.

"Who?" I say, before I want to. I shouldn't be asking Gretchen. She doesn't seem uncomfortable really, but I shouldn't be asking her. "Who was it?"

"Her name is Heather." Kani's voice, from my left, and the water splashes loudly when I turn, and there she is, in the open door of the glass wall, in the black jeans and black halter, a light strip of her skin across her bare stomach, backlit by the moon coming down the hall. I do not know what to say, but she walks to the edge of the pool and curls her finger at me, mouthing the words come here, baby. So I swim over, and she helps me out, fuck is it cold, and Gretchen drapes a towel over my shoulders.

"I was going to tell you about her. I'm sorry I didn't," Kani says, something like distress pursing her lips. I shrug, try to say something, can't.

"I'll be inside." Gretchen's soft, pretty voice, and I stare at Kani until I hear the door slide shut. Her eyes are wet.

"I should have told you." She moves a little, and I kiss her, hard, and pull back, clear my throat.

"I just," and my voice falters, I clear my throat again, "I wasn't expecting it. It's okay. I'm just . . ." And I'm turning, walking away from her, so I stop and turn back. She's rubbing her wrist with her other hand, and she says,

"I love you, Rachel. You." We stand there for a minute, and I love her too and she's in my arms and she kisses me, her tongue is cold and tastes like Scotch, and I say I love her, too. Then I say I'm freezing, and she laughs, her beautiful laugh.

"What happened?" I ask her when we're inside, her hands rubbing me dry with the towel, nice fuckin' towel, that.

"Heather, she's unique. Like Simon is. The way Danielle is Gretchen's, and Jamie is Laura's, and you" -- she kisses me -- "are mine, Heather is Simon's now.

"They belong together." There's something in her eye, like she's not really looking at me, and I tell her I'm sorry. And her eyes focus on mine.

"Thanks." She smiles. "Let's find Gretchen."

She's in her bedroom, or at least a bedroom, with this huge canopied bed covered in pillows and a down comforter, and she's dressed in a black silk chiffon gown that runs off her breasts in long shining folds, god is she beautiful,

"You look beautiful, Gretchen," Kani says, beating me to it, and she smiles, curling her legs under, stretching out on the bed. The gown is barely see-thru, with lines running down it's length, curving around her curves. Gorgeous.

"You two too," Gretchen says, laughing ooh and stretching like a cat, her perfect breasts moving nicely under the black lines, gold still glittering against her neck and outer joints. "Want to change?" And Kani says sure and leads me by the hand into the biggest walk-in closet I've ever seen, bigger than my bedroom in my apartment, and it's lined on three sides with about forty thousand dollars in silk and satin and fuck else. Looks like the rack at a fuckin' Victoria's, only better. Kani smiles at me, asks me what I feel like.

"Um, cold," I say, wrapping my arms around the towel, feeling cold air on my wet legs, so she flicks a few hangars and pulls this gown out, bright blue silk with white lace from the ribs up, with little roses woven into the lace. It's exquisite, and I say so, and she takes it off the hangar and pulls my towel away. I stop her to dry off a bit more while she strips the bikini off me, kissing my thigh, my navel, the small of my back . . .

"Kani," I whine, and she runs her hands up my chest, the gown following, her warm hands, the chilly silk, and her lips on my shoulder and I can't stand it anymore so I turn in her arms to kiss her. She pulls away, says we musn't keep Miss Gretchen waiting and slips the thing over my head. Good god, the thing clings to me, the lace cupping under my tits and closing across my ribs, the silk flowing down my hips, little straps on my shoulders and my back completely bare, and I feel about ten times sexy. I guess I look it, too, 'cause Kani makes a little "ooh" sound and kisses me again, and then says

"Go on, doll. I'll be along." I kiss her again and go back into the bedroom, Gretchen lying there in transparent black, those curved stripes rounding her shape, fuck.

"You're beautiful." Her voice is so soft. Walking feels great, the silk moving around my legs and the lace tightening against my chest with every step, and I try to remain elegant while I lie on the bed, two feet from Gretchen and facing her.

"So are you," I say, even though I hate returning compliments. She is! We fall easily into this conversation, about things that I probably won't even remember tomorrow, my head is lying on my arm and she's holding my hand, I watch her lips move and can't stop smiling, and she leans towards me when she laughs.

Then Kani comes out of the closet, wearing her nipple ring and the black French cuts she wore under the jeans, and nothing else. She smiles at us, puts her arms out and turns, she's so pretty I feel a little tingle in my hips, and she walks to the bed.

"I couldn't decide."

"You never can," Gretchen laughs, and my girlfriend lies behind me, right behind me, running her hand up my leg until it rubs my neck, her nipples hard against the skin of my back, I have to turn my head to kiss her. I exhale slowly when she bites my lower lip, and I can feel Gretchen moving. Kani stops kissing me, and when I turn my head Gretchen's lips touch mine, oh, god, can she kiss, like Kani, but softer, warmer, wetter. And her hand runs up my thigh, and now I'm soaked. I want her so bad . . .

"Make her come, Kani," Gretchen whispers, her nails making a circle on my ass, and Kani giggles.

"You sure?" She makes me move towards Gretchen by pushing against me - "I mean, you know what that'll do, don't you?" And Gretchen whines, writhing on the bed next to me, her breath in her voice, god she's sexy, and says,

"Mmmm-hmm. Please, make her come. Make her." And Kani's hand is pulling the gown up my legs, her nails scratching against my skin, until the thing is bunched around my waist and then ohchrist baby her lips are on my hip, her teeth light against the bone there, and she rolls me flat, kissing her way across my loin until her tongue strokes my pubic hair. I could come right now, I'm thinking, and when Gretchen runs her hand down the lace stretched across my tit, I almost do.

Soft, warm lips, and the smell of flowers. Gretchen kisses my neck, upper chest, my lips, all the while petting my tits, once she pinches my nipple with the ring in it, and I gasp, the next second, Kani's tongue slips between my pussy lips and flutter I come, my GOD! that was easy, so soft, so nice! But it's not over, not if I get my way, and my girlfriend seems to be of like minds, her fingers parting me gently, her lips closing over my clit, making me shudder, and I arch my back and peel the gown off, laughing at the thing that Jason used to say. They are never on very long.

Kani snakes her tongue into me, pressing my legs apart, and Gretchen starts sucking my nipples, and I'm gonna come again if they don't stop. This is heaven, I'm thinking, I press their heads harder onto me, a deep, long sound coming from my chest, I can't take it I can't and I quiver a little, Gretchen moves her head down, lying on my stomach, facing down. I push up on my shoulders to watch her watch me and I can see Kani eating me out, her eyes closed, her hand on my thighs, ohGODohGODoh my . . .

"Kani," I hear myself whimper, she's fucking teasing me again, like that first night, just making me hang there, fuck and I lay back, enjoying it, running my nails up and down Gretchen's back, she's breathing harder and then she fuck me OH Kani baby please spreads me open for my girlfriend's mouth, her perfectly manicured nails digging into my pussy lips. Her head moves again and I can feel her breath on my mound, god fucking DAMMIT I want to come so bad, I press Kani's head harder into me, but she grabs my hand and pins it under my ass, and I can't reach past Gretchen to use the other one so I just grab her, hearing a little tear in her black gown when my hand clenches.

This sound starts in me, way down in my stomach, coming up through my throat like some animal, and I can't stop it and don't want to, Kani's tongue flicking wildly on my clit, and Gretchen's nails stretching me tight against it, my back is arching, my legs start to shake, and then Gretchen is making gasping sounds, like she's out of breath, every time she breathes in. Then when she breathes out, she starts saying "yes" over and over, high, clear voice, and she licks me ohmygod oh jesus her tongue slides along my skin, just above my clit and she's gasping, yes, yes, yes, and like a sledgehammer hitting me in the pelvis I come.

It doesn't start somewhere and overwhelm me, like usual, it just happens, like something broke, SLAM I hear myself scream something vague, and I'm shaking and I can't control my arms, my legs try to clamp shut over Kani's head but she's holding them open, slipping her tongue in and out of me and Gretchen, jesus she's trembling against me, her shoulder in my hip, her ass clenched tight beneath the black lines of silk. I can feel myself ejaculating, hard bursts coming from somewhere inside, and there are stars in my eyes, the room spins, I can't catch my breath and Gretchen goes "ooooohh," and slowly relaxes against my waist, Kani slowing and stopping, little aftershocks ripple along my insides, and my back finally unclenches. Oh my god.

"Oh my god," I'm saying, "oh my god . . ." I feel absolutely spent, like I couldn't move if the house was on fire, but I want so bad to taste Gretchen I can't help moving, I twist to my side and my hands claw at the black silk of her gown, trying to get it up so I can kiss her skin, but she rolls away from me No Gretchen please, and Kani's rolling me onto my back again, her bare pussy inches from my mouth, so I thrust my tongue into her, my teeth hitting her hard against her pelvic bone.

"Huhmmm god Rachel yes," she says all at once, her voice low and husky, and she grips my hair and pulls me into her, grinding her snatch in my face. Then she lets go, grabbing the headboard with both hands, flattening my head against the mattress with her hips, stretching her back out above me, and she fucks my face, her warm wetness sliding over my mouth, nose, eyes even. I grab her ass and center her over my mouth, nibbling at her clit and pushing my tongue up her as far as it will go.

She's moaning, saying my name, I can hear Gretchen whimpering in the background, wanting her to go down on me but not knowing if I could take it right now. I can feel her moving, but she doesn't touch me, I can't see for Kani's loins in my face, but then I feel her next to me, see her hand close over Kani's tit, her palm flat against it, pressing hard, and then her fingers pulling at her nipple ring.

"Ohgod Gretchen yes," Kani gasps, and then she freezes against me, jerking once, and starts making little "uh" sounds, her hips twitching with the sound. I just suck her clit hard, knowing Gretchen's doing something behind Kani's back, but I can't see what it is. Kani wails, high and long, her hips wrenching hard against my face, she freezes again, taking long, shuddering breaths, what the fuck is Gretchen doing?!

I lick downward, trying to shove my tongue in her again, and I can feel Gretchen's finger, curled into Kani's pussy, just barely inside her, and then Gretchen whispers in my ear, her voice mostly breath.

"Bite her clit," she says, pausing to whine, "hard."

I move back up, touching her clit with my tongue, feeling it's hardness, then rake my lower teeth against it. Kani lurches, making a loud animal sound, sobbing, her breath harsh in my ears, I hurt her,

"Kani?" I start,

"Doit." she barks, her hips quaking above me, so I do, closing my teeth on her swollen, hardened clit, and slowly close them tighter. Shit, the sounds she's making - sounding like a dog that's barking so hard it can't breathe, her exhales like explosive verbs in some Arabic language, her inhales like files against sheet steel, and she stops breathing.

Her hips are shaking, like she's trying not to move but can't help it, little squeaks coming from her throat as her breath escapes, I'm scared to death, I must be hurting her, oh Kani and then she moves.

Kani's whole body counvulses, her jagged scream not loud enough to drown out the snap of her clit leaving my teeth, and she drops to the bed above my head, straightening her legs, I see Gretchen's hand where her pussy was, her middle finger and thumb meeting in a cross of French nail manicure, and I roll over, wanting to hold Kani as she comes.

She's still hanging from the headboard, her torso twisted painfully against the pillows, her lower body curled into a fetal position, and she's shaking, jetting streams of cum on Gretchen's comforter from between her clenched thighs, her breath ragged in her throat, tears streaming down her face. No, Kani please I'm so sorry and I move to her, she jerks when I touch her, pulling me down into a hard embrace. I can feel her squirt a few intermittent spurts of cum on my leg, can see Gretchen straddling the corner of the bed, her eyes closed, back arched, perfect breasts, arms straight along her sides, her torso vibrating in an obvious orgasm.

"Thank you so much baby, god thanks I love you I love you," Kani is whispering in my ear, "thank you that was it, that was the one." She twists, I move and she kisses me, her face wet with tears, her breathing still labored, and I don't know what the fuck to think.

"I hurt you," I start, and she laughs, breathy in my ear.

"No, you didn't. You did make me feel the best . . . long time, Rachel."

"But," and I falter. Kiss her again.

"Yeah," she admits, "it hurts. But it feels, god. I don't know. So fucking good." And she hugs me tighter, pulling my face against her shoulder, and I'm a little relieved. That had to hurt.

Gretchen slides up behind me, putting her arms around us both, and Kani thanks her, too. Gretchen giggles.

"No trouble. My pleasure, you might say." I turn in their embrace to look at Gretchen's face, see it flushed with heat, her pale skin pink with blood. She's smiling, her eyes are sparkling blue.

"I want to make you come, Gretchen," I tell her, and her smile fades a bit. What?

"Later, maybe." Kani kisses me, pulling my head away from Gretchen's face, and I feel Gretchen get up. Kani holds me in the kiss, and when she lets go, I know I look puzzled.

"Hard to explain," she says, quietly. "Patience?" I shake my head, but say OK. Tell her it'll drive me crazy. She laughs, her beautiful laugh, her chest moving against mine.

"Yeah, me too." Then I hear a shower start, from somewhere by the closet, Kani asks me if I want to wash off and I say sure. We go into a room that's door is invisible when it's closed, like a secret passage or something, it's a huge bathroom with a huge shower, three sprayheads tossing water all over the place, and Gretchen's already in there.

She's wearing a G-string, in the shower, which is odd, but I don't care in a minute. Two gorgeous women rubbing you clean with tons of flowery soap is too damn nice not to pay attention to, and I hope Kani feels the same way when Gretchen and I do her. Gretchen is last, and if I had anything to do with it, her breasts are the cleanest set of perky little tits in the world. She wouldn't let me take off her G-string when I tried. Weird.

All in all, though, one of the nicest showers I ever had, even though my legs were so weak from coming all night I could barely stand. We stayed a long time, hot water and soap and smooth, beautiful bodies, and when we dried each other off and returned to the bedroom, the bed had been changed, warm, dark red sheets and a new black comforter. I stayed nude, and Kani did, too, Gretchen wore a pair of ruffly white panties, and that was all. And then we slept, together on the soft, soft sheets, soft, soft legs next to mine, and that was nice, too.