“Can I ask you something?” Amy said to Bel.
“You can ask. I might not answer.”
“Who’s your Amy?”
Bel’s gaze shifted to Luisa briefly, and she moved in her seat. There was just the faintest crack in her cool exterior. “We don’t normally talk about that side of things.”
“You don’t have to,” Amy replied. “But if you want to I’m curious.”
Bel sat in silence for a long few moments, and Amy thought she’d overstepped the mark. But then she spoke. “There’s someone. Two people I guess. Clem and Saskia, I live with them. But we’re complicated… Saskia has someone. Clem doesn’t. We’re difficult to categorise, but we’ve known each other forever and we’re always there for each other.”
“You don’t like categories?” Luisa asked gently.
“I don’t like categories, feelings, labels, or extended emotional conversations.” Bel took a drink. “But Clem seems to be somewhat intent on teaching me. Against my will and better judgment.” There was the faintest smile. “I’ll let you know how it goes.”
They sat in silence for a while, the night wrapped around them, and Amy felt a sense of contentment so profound it almost hurt. Here she was, naked on a balcony in Amalfi, the woman she loved on one side and this surprising, complicated, very beautiful woman on the other, the Mediterranean below them and the stars above, and everything felt, for the first time in months, like it was exactly where it was supposed to be.
Then Luisa leaned over and kissed Amy’s neck, and Bel watched them with an expression that was part amusement, part hunger, and things got less contemplative very quickly.
***
What started as a slow kiss between Amy and Luisa escalated when Bel put down her wine and said, “Right, I can’t just watch this,” and then somehow, in a tangle of limbs and laughter, Amy found herself on one of the balcony chairs with Luisa straddling her lap and Bel kneeling next to them, her mouth on Luisa’s neck while Amy’s hands explored them both.
It rapidly turned into Luisa’s turn, and Amy and Bel were merciless. Amy’s fingers found their way between Luisa’s legs while Bel’s hands were on her breasts, both of them teasing and building her up, Luisa’s mouth switching between Amy’s and Bel’s. Luisa wasn’t being quiet, her gasps and moans echoing off the stone walls and probably carrying to the balconies nearby.
“Louder,” Bel whispered into Luisa’s ear, loud enough for Amy to hear. “Let them all hear. Let every person in this hotel know exactly what we’re doing to you.”
Luisa groaned, and Amy increased the pressure, loving the sight of Luisa caught between the two of them, two women who desired her in different ways working together.
Luisa started babbling in Spanish, fragments that Amy caught,por favor, no pares, más, and Bel was murmuring into her ear, a stream of increasingly filthy encouragement that made even Amy blush, all in that impeccable accent that made everyobscenity sound like it was being delivered from the front of the Oxford Union.
“Are you going to cum for us?” Bel whispered. “Both of us, watching you, touching you, you gorgeous, wonderful creature?”
Luisa came with a shuddering cry, her body clenching around Amy’s fingers, her hands gripping Amy’s shoulders hard enough to leave scratch marks. Amy felt Bel’s arms tighten around Luisa from behind, holding her steady, the three of them locked together while Luisa ground herself against Amy’s hand.
As the last tremors passed through her and Luisa slumped forward against Amy’s chest, breathing hard, there was a sharp crack and the balcony chair lurched sideways, one of the legs giving way beneath the combined weight of three women.
They tumbled, not far, but enough that they ended up in a heap on the balcony floor, limbs everywhere, the broken chair on its side beneath them.
There was a moment of stunned silence, then Bel, from somewhere underneath Amy’s leg, said in her driest tone, “Well, that’s one to explain to hotel management.”
Amy started laughing first, then Luisa, still shaking from her orgasm, buried her face in Amy’s neck and shook with laughter, and then even Bel was laughing, all three of them lying naked on the stone floor of the balcony in the ruins of a chair.
“Inside,” Luisa managed between giggles. “Before someone comes to investigate.”
They gathered themselves, still laughing, collected their wine glasses and retreated to the bedroom, collapsing onto the bed in a heap of shared hilarity.
“I can’t believe we broke the chair,” Amy said.
“I’ll pay for it,” Bel said. “I’ve broken worse.”
“You’ve broken a chair having sex before?”
“I’ve broken a chaise longue. A chair is amateur hour.” She stretched and looked at the ceiling. “I will say though, that was worth it. You two are quite something together.” Bel looked at the two of them, naked, tangled together. “I want to see something.”
“What?” Amy asked.
“The two of you. Together. Properly.” She moved to the end of the bed, legs crossed, wine in hand, the pose of a woman settling in to watch a performance. “Show me what you two are like when it’s just you.”
