Date: Wed, 10 Aug 2005 02:51:42 GMT
From: "aann74@juno.com" <aann74@juno.com>
Subject: "Missing You, Missing Me" Ch. 1

The following story is pure fiction. Any resemblance to an actual person,
or event, is purely coincidental. Also, this is a follow-up to "Cajun
Spice" and does refer back to events from that story, so I strongly suggest
reading that story first, if you haven't already. The author retains all
rights and privileges to the following story.



April sat in her apartment, staring at the answering machine. It had been
almost three months since her case in New Orleans and her encounter with
the Dupree sisters. She had called Jasmine a couple of times, her first
week back, but they were never returned. She waited a few weeks, but had
given up when she realized that Jasmine wouldn't be calling.

She'd spent the next month lost in a sea of alcohol, cigarettes and
one-night stands. That had worked for her when she'd been in her early
twenties, but now, at 31, it was just old.  Especially when that little red
head she had picked up at the bar, stormed out of her apartment, madder
than a wet hen. In the throes of passion, April had screamed out Jasmine's
name, and the woman she was with at the time, took offense.

The last few weeks she'd just buried herself with cases. It had always
worked for her before, but every once in a while, the image of a beautiful
red head with cream-colored skin still popped into her mind.

She'd just gotten home a few minutes ago from a business trip to New
York. As always, one of the first things she had done was play back her
messages. The sound of John Dupree on her answering machine had stopped her
cold.

Apparently, things hadn't been going well between the three Dupree's the
last few months. Jade had taken off. John didn't think anything of it at
first, sure that Jade would check in with him, eventually. But three weeks
had passed without a word, and now he was truly worried. He was calling
April because he wanted to hire the P.I. to find his missing niece.

April had received a handful of e-mails from Jade over the last few
months. She almost hadn't answered the first one, but she sensed that Jade
really needed to talk to someone, so she had written her back. They had
talked things out and settled any unresolved issues between them. Jade's
last few letters were nothing more than her needing a friend to give her
advise, hear her out. April answered every one of them. Part of it was
guilt over the way she had screwed everything up between Jade and
Jasmine. The other part was that, through their e-mails, she and Jade had
become friends, comfortable in discussing almost anything with each other.

Now Jade was in the wind. She hadn't mentioned, in her last e-mail, that
she was intending to leave town. April was concerned, but not sure if she
should take this case.  Maybe it would be better if she just called John
back and recommended another P.I. to him. Then again, she knew Jade, knew
how her mind worked. She'd have a better chance at finding her than some
stranger. But returning to New Orleans meant being face-to-face with
Jasmine again. She didn't know if she could handle that, handle being that
close to the woman she had fallen in love with, knowing Jasmine hated her
guts.

April spent almost an hour, staring at the machine, going through the pros
and cons in her mind. With a sigh, she picked up the phone and returned
John's call. Maybe she'd have time to hit the laundry mat before she headed
to the airport.

##

April sat in a chair opposite John Dupree while he filled her in on the
events of the last few months. John blamed himself for Jade's embezzlement
of company funds. She'd done it in an attempt to draw attention to herself,
and to show him that Jasmine wasn't perfect. Due to his feelings of guilt,
John hadn't fired Jade. Instead, he hushed up the entire incident and
encouraged Jade to stay, hoping that, by her staying, they would eventually
work out their family problems.

But Jade didn't seem to want to talk to him, and any conversations between
her and Jasmine always ended in a full-blown screaming match. Three weeks
ago, John had come to work to find Jade's letter of resignation sitting on
his desk. A quick call to Jasmine, at the house the sisters shared,
revealed that Jade's room was bare of any clothes, or any other personal
belongings. So, John had decided to wait it out, thinking that Jade would
eventually call to tell him she was ok, but no such call ever came. Neither
he, nor Jasmine, had heard a word from Jade in almost a month. He now
feared the worst.

April did her best to reassure John. She figured Jade had begun to feel
uncomfortable around her family. Ashamed of what she had done, feeling
unable to patch things up with her sister and uncle, Jade had probably
decided to relocate, start over somewhere new.

April told John not to worry, that she'd find Jade and, if she couldn't
convince her to come home, at least call John and let him know she was
ok. April headed for the door, planning to set up shop in the little
apartment above Mama's bar in the Quarter. She'd already called, and Mama
had assured her that the apartment was, indeed, available if she wanted
it. Well, at least one person had seemed happy that she was back, two if
she counted John. She'd yet to see Jasmine, who was conspicuously absent
from today's meeting.

##

It was now early evening, and April sat on the couch in her temporary
apartment. Her laptop sat on the coffee table beside her, humming away as
it busily worked on the searches she had set up. While the computer did its
thing, April cleaned and inspected the gun she had just picked up. Just
then, she heard a soft knock at her door. Getting up to answer it, she
rounded the corner, and came to a dead halt. There, on the other side of
the screen door, stood Jasmine Dupree, looking slightly irratated, but
breath taking just the same.

Shaking off the shock, April quickly let her in, inviting her to sit with
her on the couch.  Instead, Jasmine took the high back chair that stood
near the end of the couch, facing the coffee table. April sat back down,
wiping her damp palms on her jeans before she went back to cleaning the
Glock.

Jasmine just sat there, frowning at the table. April had a thousand things
she wanted to say, buzzing around in her mind, but she thought it better to
let Jasmine start the conversation. She wasn't entirely sure why Jasmine
was here.

Finally, Jasmine spoke. "You're looking for Jade," the comment was more a
statement than a question.

"Yes. Any idea where she might have headed off to?"

"No." Jasmine continued to stare at the gun. "Still insisting on carrying
an illegal weapon, I see."

April just reached for her wallet, pulled out the permit and tossed it on
the end of the table, directly in front of Jasmine. Jasmine glanced between
April and the paper lying in front of her, then she picked it up and began
to read.

"You've already got a permit? When did this happen?"

April didn't answer her right away. She was debating whether to play along,
or just get it all out. Deciding to go for it, she stopped in the middle of
cleaning and turned her head to give Jasmine her full attention.

"I picked up all the paper work I'd need before I left. Then I just
submitted everything from home. Besides the permit to carry, I have my
P.I. license for the state of Louisiana."

Jasmine stared at her, her mouth hanging open in shock. "Why?"

"Because, at the time, I thought I'd be moving down here, eventually."
April didn't bother to elaborate, thinking it better that Jasmine make the
effort to ask, if she cared to.

"You assumed quite a bit."

"Well, there was this one night were I thought I had heard you tell your
sister that you were in love with me. Judging from the way things turned
out, it must have been my imagination."

"You're the one who left, cher."

April watched Jasmine's eyes spark with anger, her hands clenching the arms
of the chair. "Now we're getting somewhere," April thought. She carefully
laid the gun and cleaning tools back on the table, choosing her next words
very carefully.

"Jasmine, I left because I thought you and your sister needed time to talk,
to work things out. I had become another wedge between the two of you. I
thought that, if I stayed, I'd just gum up the works."

Jasmine listened to April, feeling angry, hurt, abandoned, and something
else. God help her! As mad as she was that April had taken off without a
word, she still wanted her.  When April had answered her door a few minutes
ago, her heart had leaped in her chest.  She didn't want to still care
about April, and knowing she did just spiked her temper.

"Please! Admit it, April. You knew your chances of getting laid by either
one of us was slim to none, so you packed up and ran home."

April understood Jasmine was angry, but she felt her temper kick in, just
the same, at Jasmine's biting comments.

"That's bullshit and you know it," April snapped out. Hearing her own
voice, she took a deep breath. This might be her last chance with Jasmine,
and she didn't want to waste it because she couldn't control her
temper. Feeling calmer, she tried again.

"If what happened between us was just you and I getting laid, then why are
you so angry?"

April's matter-of-fact tone was really infuriating. Jasmine felt her
tempter snap, her next words pouring out in an angry rant.

"Because I wasn't just getting laid. Apparently, you were. My life fell
apart and you bailed, so forgive me for not buying that crap about you
being in love."

"Ah, there it is," April thought. It was past due, though, that she set
Jasmine straight. She got up and advanced on Jasmine. Leaning over the
chair, her face in Jasmine's, she struggled to keep herself in check.

"I told you why I left Jasmine. I called you twice, that first week after I
left, to explain to you why. You choose not to return my calls. If you were
so in love with me, why didn't you at least call back to get an
explanation?"

April watched Jasmine's mouth open and knew there was some smart comment
coming.  Deciding she didn't want to hear it, she pushed on, interrupting
Jasmine before the fiery beauty could get started.

"I am in love with you, Jasmine. I spent months trying to forget you, only
to find I can't.  I'm back because I care about you and your family. I
won't feel any better than your uncle does right now, until I can see, with
my own eyes, that Jade is safe and sound. And I'm not leaving New Orleans
until you and I clear things up. In fact, I might not leave at all."

Right at that moment, Jasmine knew that if April kissed her, touched her in
any way, she'd give herself over without a minute's hesitation. That
knowledge scared the hell out of her. But hearing April's words, feeling
this spark of happiness at her declaration that she wasn't leaving, after
the hell she went through when she had found out April had left, ignited
her temper. She pushed out of the chair, shoving April out of her way as
she went, and stormed out the door, letting the screen door slam shut
behind her.

April walked out onto the balcony to watch Jasmine storm down the
alley. She wanted to stop her, but decided Jasmine needed time to think, to
let her threat about not leaving town, sink in. She watched as Jasmine
jumped into her classic, Ford Mustang convertible, and peel out of the
parking spot, filling the air with the smell of burnt rubber. April
couldn't help but smile. Jasmine had one hell of a temper, and she wasn't
one to back down. That was one of the things that April admired and
respected about Jasmine. She was also discovering that it was one hell of a
turn on.

##

It had taken April almost two days of computer searches and phone calls,
but she had finally traced Jade's last few movements. Jade had rented a
car, the same day John had found her resignation letter on his desk, and
withdrawn about $5,000 from her bank account. The last time she had used
either her bankcard, or any of her credit cards, was to pay for gas, latter
that same day, at a station on the edge of Baton Rouge. Figuring that was
as good a place to start as any, April climbed into her rented sedan and
headed out.  She had her Glock locked in the glove box and a picture of
Jade tucked in her pocket.

##

April had now been in Baton Rouge for almost three full days. At night, she
hit all the gay bars, showing Jade's picture around. The problem was, Baton
Rouge was a big city, the state capital, and there were a lot more clubs
than she had originally figured on. She had called Mason, the boy wonder of
computers, and had asked him to keep an eye on Jade's credit cards and bank
activity. There was nothing so far.

She also checked in with John periodically, keeping him posted, and hoping
that maybe Jade had called him. Nothing there either, so far. The one
person she hadn't talked to, since leaving New Orleans, was Jasmine. April
was being very careful to keep her cell phone charged, for obvious reasons.

Tonight was her third night, maybe her fourth, of club hopping. She'd yet
to find anyone who recognized Jade's picture, but she had gotten a few
offers. Aaaah, at least she had hope in case Jasmine never talked to her
again.

Checking the map on her laptop, she pulled up in front of a club called The
Litter Box. It was well after ten and this was the fifth club tonight. She
locked her car and headed in.  Buying herself a drink at the bar, she
pulled out Jade's picture and made the rounds. She was almost back at the
front door, having worked her way around the club, when a blonde commented
that the girl in the picture looked a lot like a bartender she had seen the
other night. April slipped the girl a twenty and quickly got a few more
details.

It turned out that there was a private club near downtown that catered to
lesbians only, and was very elite. You had to be a member, or with a
member, to get in. The blonde had been there two nights ago, with a date,
and swore that one of the bartenders was a dead ringer for the picture that
April was showing her. Getting directions, April sprinted out of the club,
found her car, and headed over.

Ten minutes later, she was parked across the street from a small, one
floor, gray brick building. There was no sign anywhere, just a steel front
door, with a carpet and awning that formed a path from the door to the
curb. She didn't even see signs of a bouncer. It was close to midnight, and
April noticed that there wasn't a whole lot of traffic, street, or
pedestrian. She drove around the block a few times, getting a feel for the
layout. She still hadn't seen anyone around.

Finally, she eased the car down the alley that ran behind the club. She saw
one steel door at the back, a single light mounted right above the
door. There was a little parking lot with just a few cars parked there,
again, no sign of another living soul. Thinking it was probably the
employee entrance, April parked her car a little farther down the alley,
out of sight of the building, and walked back.

She came to the end of the fence, where the parking lot started, and stood
there for a few minutes, smoking a cigarette. Looking around, she didn't
see anyone, and decided it was safe to try the back door. She crossed the
lot to the door, walking briskly, her eyes scanning the surrounding area
the whole time. The door was locked so, satisfied that no one else was
around, she slipped a small leather case out of her back pocket. Choosing a
pick, she began working the lock on the door.

Seconds later, she heard a voice and, jumping back while she slid the door
pick back into her pocket, saw a woman sashay around the corner of the
building.

"You know, sugar, if you want in that badly, I might be persuaded to help
you out." As the woman walked closer, April got a better look at who had
just issued the provocative invitation. She wasn't more than 5' 4",
tops. Very slim and lanky, the woman had long blonde hair, the roots
starting to show. She looked barley legal, having the fresh face of a kid
just out of high school, but she was dressed to impress, or at least
increase a person's heart rate. She was wearing fish net stockings, black
shoes with at least a two-inch heel, skin tight, black leather skirt and a
halter top, with a nametag that read 'Kayla'.

"And you could get me in?" April's tone was one of great skepticism. She
watched as it had the right effect. The girl got a defensive look on her
face; acting like April had just thrown down a dare.

"Yeah, I can get you in. I'm allowed guests, you know."

"Even when you're working?"

"Yeah. I can let a friend in once in a while."

"Ok. So, you gonna let me in?"

"Well, sugar, you're not a friend yet." Kayla gave April the once over, a
little gleam in her eye. April chocked back a laugh. Kayla was trying so
hard to sound like a street tuff, but it just wasn't working for her.

Trying to keep from busting out laughing, April took a gulp of air,
deciding to try another tact. She fished Jade's picture out of her pocket
and held it up for Kayla to see.

"Know her?"

Kayla's eyes widen in surprise. "Yeah, that's Lee Anne. You a friend of
hers?"

Lee Anne? Had Jade changed her name? Wheels turning, April forgot Kayla was
there for a minute. Then she felt a finger slide down her arm, and she
jerked back to reality, finding Kayla almost plastered to her side.

"Does Lee Anne have a last name?" April held a folded up twenty between two
fingers and offered it to Kayla. God, she had to find Jade soon, or wire
John for more money.  The twenty disappeared inside Kayla's halter-top.

"I don't know," Kayla's voice hesitant, "I mean, I don't know if I should
tell you. You aren't gonna hurt her, or something, are you?"

April gave Kayla her most comforting look. "No, Kayla, I'm not here to hurt
Lee Anne.  I'm an old friend and she just kind of disappeared from our
hometown. I just want to see her. You know, make sure she's all
right. That's all."

Kayla studied her for a few minutes, mulling things over. "I tell you what,
I'll let Lee Anne know she's got a friend in town. If she wants to hook up
with you, we'll meet you at The Rainbow in an hour. We're both scheduled to
go home soon, so we can both meet you. That way, it's public and safe. Ok?"

April didn't think she could completely trust Kayla, but didn't have a lot
of other options at the moment. "Ok. Tell her Sam is here to see her." Sam
was one of the sisters' friends from home, who they went clubbing with on a
regular basis. April and Sam had enough similar features that, if Kayla
described her to Jade, she'd probably buy it. Mind you, she and Sam were
definitely different looking, but April didn't think Kayla would give much
of a description beyond dark hair and dark eyes. Close enough for
government work.

Kayla nodded and went inside. April already knew where The Rainbow was,
having hit it last night on her rounds, and headed for her car.

##

Same as last night, The Rainbow was packed. April found a pillar to lean
against and hoped a table would open up soon. Twenty minutes later, two
love birds slid out of a nearby booth, obviously going home to consummate
their drunken vows of forever after.  April jumped in, just beating out a
small group of women.

"Friends on the way," April muttered to the group, explaining why she, only
one person, was going to be mean and take the booth from them. Thankfully,
the women didn't argue and just slipped back into the crowd.

Trish had been watching the stranger ever since she came in. She recognized
the woman as the one flashing a picture around last night, but that wasn't
what was bothering her.  Even when she talked to her last night, the woman
seemed familiar, but she just couldn't put her finger on it. She just hoped
that the woman wasn't going to be trouble. She owned this bar, and wasn't
in the mood tonight to have a hassle on her hands.

Trish was a formidable woman. She stood almost 5' 10". Her grandmother had
been part American Indian, and Trish had inherited her exotic looks. Her
raven black hair hung long and straight, almost to her waist. She had dark
brown eyes and her skin was a beautiful, deep bronze. Trish kept herself in
shape too. Mainly because she often found herself playing bouncer, on the
rare occasions someone got out of hand. She was no push over.

Trish watched as the newcomer made a move on the booth that two lovers were
getting ready to vacate. As the stranger slid in, Trish caught sight of a
tattoo, a phoenix, peeking out from under the back of the woman's tank
top. Suddenly it hit her. She hadn't seen this woman before, but she'd
certainly heard all about her. Trish reached for the phone, placing a long
distance call to New Orleans.

##

April was running out of patience. It was past the time Kayla said she
would be here, and it was getting close to closing time. Just then, Kayla
appeared, sliding into the booth across from April. She wasn't surprised to
find Kayla was alone.

"Where's Lee Anne?"

"Don't worry, sugar. She got tied up at work. She'll be here soon."

April knew when she was being played. She was starting to get really
irritated, but maybe she could wiggle some information out of Kayla, so she
kept her temper in check.  Instead, she flagged a waitress and ordered
another drink, getting one for Kayla too.

While they waited for the waitress to return, April started making small
talk, occasionally slipping in a question about the private club, or
Jade. But Kayla was more interested in trying to get into April's
pants. Their drinks arrived and, while she was busy paying the waitress,
Kayla ducked under the table, reappearing beside April.

April felt her temper kick in. She turned to face Kayla, who now had her
hands all over her, and started to tell the young woman off. She never got
the chance.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Jasmine roared.

April hung her head for a second. God, sometimes the Dupree sisters had the
worst timing. She turned back around, to face Jasmine, and answered her
question, her tone just as angry as Jasmine's.

"I'm doing my job, damn it."

"Looks to me like you're trying to get laid. Your libido seems to interfere
with your work a lot, doesn't it cher?" That last comment came out as snide
as you can get, but Jasmine didn't wait for a response. She turned around
and headed for the back of the club.

That did it. April jumped out of the booth and tore after Jasmine, her
temper in full gear.  She'd had about enough of Jasmine's spurned lover
routine. She watched Jasmine slip through a swinging door and she was right
on her heels. Jasmine was already half way down the long hall, which ended
at a single steel door, the kind that could only be opened from the inside,
when April noticed one of the bartenders waiting at the door. The tall,
exotic one she had noticed both last night, and this evening.

Quickly forgetting the other woman, April reached out a hand, grabbed
Jasmine's arm and, just a few feet away from the other woman, pushed
Jasmine up against the wall. She stood back, but held her hand out, using
it to keep Jasmine in place.

"God damn it, Jasmine! You need to learn to keep your mouth shut until you
know what the hell's going on." She had been so close to getting some more
information, maybe, at least, the last name Jade was now using. April was
tired from all the late nights she'd been putting in lately, and now
Jasmine's temper and sharp tongue had just caused a major set back.

Jasmine felt her own temper flare even higher, if that was possible. God,
April was an infuriating little bitch sometimes.

"You need to learn to keep your pants on," Jasmine shot back.

"I was seconds away from getting that girl back there to give me
information on Jade.  And, for your information, the next time I take my
pants off, it'll be to fuck you blind."  Jesus, where the hell had that
come from.

Jasmine felt a sharp tingle between her legs at April's lewd comment. She
could feel that ever-present spark of electricity that always hung between
them. But right now, she was still feeling angry enough to be defiant.

"No way in hell," Jasmine snapped out.

"Hell yes," April growled back. She had seen that brief flare of desire in
Jasmine's eyes, and it undid her. She swooped down, capturing Jasmine's
mouth with hers, shoving her tongue inside to war with Jasmine's. She had
the brief thought that Jasmine was just mad enough to bite her tongue clean
off, but she just didn't care.

Jasmine felt her body come to life, and she kissed April back with just as
much force and desperation. She had sooo missed this.

Trish was a little shocked at the way Jasmine and April were practically
attacking each other. She cleared her throat to get their attention, and
then watched in amusement as they sprang apart.

April's head whipped around and she spotted the bartender standing within
arms length.  For a moment, April had forgotten she was there.

Jasmine sucked in air, her lungs feeling like they were on fire. She saw
April and Trish staring at each other, and thought it best to make some
introductions.

"April, this is Trish. She's an old friend of mine. We grew up
together. This is her club."

April eyed Trish and, seeing the tall beauty blush a little, finally put
two and two together. Trish had called Jasmine.

Trish spoke up. "Listen, my apartment's just upstairs. Why don't you both
come up with me and we can talk." She headed out the back door, April and
Jasmine right behind her.

##

She and Jasmine followed Trish into her apartment and sat down on the
couch. Trish disappeared into her kitchen, reemerging a few minutes later
with a bottle of tequila and everything they'd need to do shots. April saw
the bottle and burst out laughing.

"Dear Lord! Is that the only thing you southerners drink?"

"No," Trish answered, a little confused. She set everything down on the
coffee table and noticed the meaningful look Jasmine was giving April.

Jasmine saw the tequila and started thinking about the time April had
showed her a whole new version of a body shot. She felt a little thrill
course through her, her body still wired from their encounter in the
hallway, and sent April a look, silently praying for that same body shot.

April saw the look Jasmine was giving her, but couldn't believe that
Jasmine wanted to do that here, in front of her friend. "Are you sure?" she
asked, her eyes moving from Jasmine to Trish.

"Uh huh," came Jasmine's steady reply. Then she pulled off her shirt and
bra, and settled back on the couch.

Trish watched in shock as Jasmine peeled off her clothes, and now sat
naked, from the waist up, on her couch, her heated gaze never leaving
April's face. She plopped down at the opposite end of the couch as April
slid down to kneel on the floor. Trish watched as April poured a shot and
began arranging things on the table. Then she grabbed Jasmine's hips and
pulled her until her butt sat right on the edge of the couch.

April slid Jasmine into position, then shifted so she was kneeling between
Jasmine's legs, with Jasmine leaning back until her head rested against the
back of the couch. April hesitated a moment, giving Jasmine a chance to
change her mind, and when she didn't, began suckling Jasmine's breast. When
it was wet, she sprinkled the salt on, and licked it back off. She poured
tequila into Jasmine's navel, quickly dipping her head to suck and lick it
up, as some of it spilled out and began sliding down her stomach. Then she
held a lemon wedge to Jasmine's lips and, when Jasmine bit down on the end,
leaned up to suck the wedge.

Trish stared in fascination. She'd never seen a body shot done quite like
this. She felt a tingle between her legs as she watched April's lips slip
over the wedge. Then she looked up and caught Jasmine watching her, as she
watched Jasmine and April.

April noticed Trish and Jasmine staring at each other. She recalled that
time in the alley when she and Jasmine had been all over each other, a
young man avidly watching from across the street. Then it hit her. Jasmine
was getting off on having an audience.

"You like to be watched, don't you, angel?" April's voice was soft and low.

Jasmine returned her attention to April, a shocked look on her face. She
started to say no, but Trish interrupted her.

"She sure as hell does. You should have seen her during college. She'd
bring her friends down here to my bar and they'd start doing shots and
fooling around, with the whole club watching. The more people that noticed,
the bolder Jasmine got."

Jasmine's head was swiveling back and forth between April and Trish,
sputtering in protest the whole time. She heard April's sultry laugh, and
knew she was in trouble.

"Come on, Jasmine. You know you want to give Trish a show. How about it?"
April watched a blush spread across Jasmine's face. Then Jasmine's eyes
settled on hers and she gave April a little nod. April felt the heat spread
through her. With one quick move, she had Jasmine laying flat on her back
on the couch, her head in Trish's lap.

Jasmine squealed as she suddenly found herself staring up at Trish, then
hissed in a breath as she felt the rest of her clothes disappear. The next
thing she knew, she was naked on the couch with April leaning over her,
still fully clothed.

April felt the tension building as Jasmine's eyes darted between her and
Trish, her mouth slightly parted in surprise. She decided to seized the
opportunity, and captured Jasmine's mouth with hers, sliding her tongue
inside.

Jasmine clung to April, as she felt her lover seemingly suck all the breath
out of her lungs. Then, she was gasping for air as April released her mouth
and started sliding down her body, leaving a trail of open mouth kisses in
her wake. Jasmine, once again, found herself staring up into her friend's
eyes. Trish slowly stroked her hair as April showered kisses all over her
body. Jasmine felt her heart hammering inside her chest.

After covering Jasmine's body in kisses, April settled in between her
legs. She glanced up at Jasmine, watching the excitement and desire burn in
her eyes. She watched Trish slowly lay her hand on Jasmine's breast and
begin tracing lazy circles around one nipple, still stroking Jasmine's hair
with her other hand. Jasmine closed her eyes, a contented sigh escaping at
Trish's gentle touch.

Smiling, April turned her attention to the prize before her. She dipped her
tongue between Jasmine's nether lips and began licking up and down,
gradually increasing her pace.  After a few minutes of this, she teased
Jasmine's clit with her tongue for a little while, and then changed
direction, driving her tongue into Jasmine's wet heat.

Jasmine squealed at the sudden invasion. Her body began to writher, the
contrast between April's tongue pounding her pussy, and Trish's lazy
caresses on her breasts, were driving her wild.

"Oh Goddddddddd! Oh, April! Trish! Aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh!"

Her back arched sharply as the first orgasm spiraled through her
body. Neither April, or Trish, stopped, or changed the pace of their
assault. Jasmine's body began to thrash, her hips wildly bucking against
April's face. Jasmine buried her fingers in April's hair, keeping her face
pressed against her mound.

April felt her own excitement building as she listened to Jasmine's cries,
felt her body bucking against her face. Slowly, she began to back off. She
was so tempted to keep tongue loving Jasmine until she passed out, but she
knew there was more to come, and she wanted Jasmine awake for every
delicious minute. As she felt Jasmine's body calm down, she slid off the
couch and sat on the floor a few feet away, silently telling Trish, with
just a look, that it was her turn.

Trish gently slipped out from under Jasmine and stood beside the couch,
facing April, as she took her time removing her clothes. She stood before
April, in her birthday suite, and felt the heat increase between her legs
at April's appraising gaze. She looked down at her friend, who was lying in
the same position, her arm flung over her eyes as she tried to catch her
breath. Trish moved over Jasmine, settling between her legs, her body
pressing flat against Jasmine's. She began to slowly rub her body against
Jasmine's, holding on to the arm of the couch for leverage.

Jasmine's breath caught as she felt a weight against her. She knew, without
looking, that it was Trish, not April, who was lying against her. She
started moaning as their sweat soaked bodies began to rub together, their
breasts, nipples, flat against one another.

April watched, transfixed, at the sight before her, two incredibly
beautiful women, naked and slithering against each other. Right at this
moment, she understood why men so enjoyed watching women make love to each
other. Nothing had ever looked, or sounded, so sexy, so enticing, as the
moans and gasps escaping from Trish and Jasmine. Sitting on the floor, her
body begging for release, she decided not to wait any longer. She stripped,
then scooted closer to the couch and began teasing Jasmine's ear lobe with
her tongue.  She gently caught the lobe and raked her teeth over it, her
eyes locked with Trish's as she did it.

Trish sucked in a breath. This was incredible. She and Jasmine had been
lovers before.  The two of them, along with three other friends, had been
joined at the hip during high school. The five of them were their own
little click, helping each other discover their bodies and the joys of
sex. This wasn't her first three-way, or her last hopefully, but this had
to be one of the most sensual encounters she'd ever had. The chemistry
between April and Jasmine was a palatable thing, this kind of current that
hung in the air, and she found herself caught up in it. Caught between
these two extremely sexy women.

April saw the look in Trish's eyes and knew this woman was totally caught
up in the moment. She decided to heat things up. April stood up and,
catching Jasmine's knees, pushed her legs up and back. Next, she knelt on
the couch, straddling Trish's cute little ass. She let Jasmine's legs fall
back down, now enclosing both Trish and April between her thighs. Jasmine
wrapped her legs around both women and crossed her ankles behind April, her
heels digging into the small of April's back.

They made quite a picture, all three naked, Trish flat against Jasmine,
April on her knees, riding Trish's ass. Trish groaned as she felt April's
wet pussy pressing against her butt.  Suddenly, she felt her body slide
into the perfect position against Jasmine, and she stopped. Their pelvises
were pressed together, their clits hitting each other just right. She laid
her head down on Jasmine's shoulder, her face pressed against her neck, and
the two women held on to each while April, in essence, rode them both to a
mind blowing climax.