Knowing that Bel was watching them made it even hotter, knowing that she was right there, close enough to touch, and Amy felt her body respond to the kiss even more than usual. She wrapped her arms around Luisa and deepened the kiss, one hand going to Luisa’s hair.
Then Amy felt Bel move closer, felt her lips on the side of her neck, slightly firmer than Luisa’s, more deliberate, and as Bel found just the right spot, that sensitive place below her ear, Amy gasped into Luisa’s mouth. She leaned back into Bel instinctively, breaking contact with Luisa’s lips, which moved to her neck instead, and for a dizzying moment she had both of them on her, four hands and two mouths entirely devoted to her, Luisa at her front and Bel at her back, and it was better than anything she’d imagined.
This is already a thousand times better than James and his teammate, she thought, and then everything was happening at once and she forgot about comparisons entirely.
It was a blur of exploration and discovery. Amy turned to kiss Bel on the lips for the first time and the kiss was different from Luisa’s… more assertive, more demanding. Then Bel and Luisa kissed and Amy watched, transfixed, seeing the familiarity of two people who knew each other’s mouths, and feeling a spike of jealousy that she deliberately, consciously transformed into arousal.
Clothes started to come off, dresses falling to the floor. Luisa unzipped Amy’s while Bel undid her bra from behind, and then it was Bel’s turn and Amy and Luisa both reached for her, Amy undoing the buttons down the front of Bel’s dress while Luisa pushed it off her shoulders.
When Amy undid Bel’s bra, she and Luisa moved their lips to each of Bel’s breasts at the same time. Bel gasped, a shuddering intake of breath, her hand moving to the back of Amy’s head. “Oh, that’s not fair,” she muttered, “both of you at once is really not fair.”
“You’re complaining?” Luisa whispered against her skin.
“Absolutely not. Keep going.”
They moved to the bed, tumbling onto the white sheets in a tangle of limbs and laughter. Amy found herself at the centre, Luisa’s mouth following a path along her collarbone to her neck while Bel’s hand slid down her stomach, and then lower, fingers exploring, more direct, more certain than Luisa, touching Amyas if she already knew what she liked and was simply confirming it.
“Is this ok?” Luisa whispered into Amy’s ear at one point, her eyes bright with her own arousal but her voice showing how important it was that Amy was into this.
Amy could only nod, words beyond her as Bel’s fingers, stroking between her legs, moved with an increasing intensity that was building Amy towards something fast.
“She’s close,” Bel said to Luisa over Amy’s body, her tone observational, almost conversational, as if they were discussing the weather rather than the fact that Amy was about to orgasm hard between them. “I can feel it.”
“I know that look,” Luisa replied, smiling down at Amy.
Amy climaxed hard, clinging on to Luisa, kissing her messily, one hand reaching back to grip Bel’s arm, pulling her closer, needing both of them against her while the waves crashed through her. Bel’s fingers didn’t stop, they slowed but kept moving, drawing out the aftershocks until Amy’s body stopped shaking.
“Open together,” Luisa whispered between kisses, and Amy could hear the emotion in her voice, the thrill that it was working.
“Open together,” Amy replied, laughing breathlessly.
***
The first lull came naturally, the three of them lying in a heap, wine glasses fetched from the balcony, the breeze cooling their skin.
“I have a confession,” Bel said, propped up on one elbow, magnificently unselfconscious about being naked in front of two women she’d spent the last hour in bed with. “When Luisa saidjust one drinkat the bar, I genuinely thought for a split second she meant just one drink. I was going to give her a very stern look at what was not a compelling offer.”
“Liar,” Luisa said.
“I’m completely serious. It took me several seconds to catch on.”
“Several whole seconds,” Amy teased.
Bel grinned, and it struck her how different Bel was from the poised, untouchable figure she’d first encountered two nights before. Naked, slightly sweaty, hair a mess, she was warmer, less guarded, the dry wit surfacing freely. Amy liked this version of her.
“I do have a question though,” Bel continued, looking between them. “Is this a one-off? I’m fine either way, but I’d rather know now than wonder about it for the next six months.”
Amy looked at Luisa, and Luisa looked at Amy. “Not a one-off,” Amy said. “If you want it again.”
Bel raised her glass. “Noted.” She drained it and set it down. “Right. Whose turn is it?”
“Yours,” Amy and Luisa said simultaneously.
“How delightful.” Bel lay back against the pillows, arms behind her head, and looked at them both expectantly. “Well? I’m not going to pleasure myself.”
***
If Amy’s orgasm had been the warm-up, Bel’s was the starring act.
