Guilty as charged
Tags: Nsfw, LGBTQ, Erotica, Erotica For Women, Ffm

A man walks into a bar…

Yes gentle reader it’s the same man and the same bar.

A man walks into a bar and tries to look surprised that all his friends are there already. It’s his birthday. This he knows because everyone’s singing “…Happy birthday, dear Aaron…Happy birthday to you…” He has to fake surprise because there were really too many clues to be ignored. Everyone had a prior engagement when he invited them for a drink. Chris had insisted on a different bar then changed his mind after one round. And the clincher — Denise couldn’t get the night off work — on a Wednesday! For crying out loud! Ernesto wouldn’t do that to him. Something had to be going on and he’d been 90% certain what. He’d been 90% right. Still, he manages to look reasonably surprised by the crowd of friends and colleagues, the big, cheerily colourful banner across the optics and the singing.

As the singing dies away, Denise, like Moses’ staff, parts the sea of familiar faces and glides up against him. By conditioned reflex, his arms wrap tight around her. He feels her do the same. Her head tips back and to the side, lips pouting and ever so slightly parted. He kisses her. Some of his colleagues haven’t met Denise before so this is a new spectacle for them. They cheer. When the kiss is still in full flow after ten seconds, some of the waitresses, led by T, start chanting like cheerleaders — “Go, Girlie! Go, Girlie!” After thirty seconds, most observers have started to get a little embarrassed and look away, feeling they’re intruding on something private, though it’s going on in the middle of somewhere very public. Like I said — most observers. Chris has used the thirty seconds to get his camera out and is struggling to move around the kissing couple to get a better shot.

Aaron is just kissing the woman he loves. Denise, on the other hand is wishing her sweetheart a happy birthday, marking her territory for the benefit of all the other girls in the bar, giving a very big hint that tonight is not likely to involve a lot of sleep and, perhaps most importantly, setting Aaron up for a birthday surprise.

“Hey! Don’t I get a kiss too?” Aaron feels a new hand on his shoulder. It distracts him enough to end the kiss. That voice? Where’s he know it from? As the fog clears from his brain, light dawns — Karen? The confusion, realization and delight that’re mirrored on his face are all preserved for posterity by Chris’ camera. As is the release of Denise, the pirouette, the sweeping gesture of Aaron’s arm that draws the stranger in and the second kiss. Not a long one, but not a formal peck on the cheek either. This is a kiss he’s rehearsed in his fantasies a lot. Denise watches with smiling interest. It takes Karen no time at all to decide she’s enjoying the kiss and to return it with hearty enthusiasm. It pleases Denise that they seem to “hit it off!” After so much has passed between the three of them on the phone, it’d be a shame for the fantasy to fall flat because the reality doesn’t include sufficient chemistry. Clearly not a problem.

When Chris stops clicking, he realizes just how out of character the scene is. He’s used to Aaron and Denise acting like they’re alone but Aaron greeted this other bit of totty — and totty she most definitely is — as if he knows her well. Chris thought he knew all Aaron’s friends and this girl’s new to him. Where’s he been hiding her?

As soon as Aaron releases Karen, Denise makes the introductions. “Chris. This is Karen. We worked together in Manchester. Karen, Chris. Aaron’s best friend. Yah.”

The two exchange the usual pleasantries then Chris addresses Aaron. “ Aaron boy. A word in your shell-like? Excuse us please, girls. I need the birthday boy for just a moment.”

Denise shrugs and leads Karen away to have a little tête-à-tête with her too. Chris drags Aaron’s arm to draw him closer. “Who the fuck is that? You’ve been holding out on me.”

“She’s just a friend of Denise’s. They met on that catalogue job a month or so back. Remember? When you and I went camera shopping?”

“Yeah. I remember. Don’t change the subject. You doin’ both of them?”

“What?” Aaron’s genuinely shocked. “She’s Denise’s pal. This is the first time I’ve met her. Oh, we’ve chatted on the phone occasionally, but we’ve never been in the same room before.” He doesn’t think it necessary to tell Chris what chatting on the phone means when Karen’s at one end of the line.

“It didn’t look like that.” Chris is thinking of the kiss he’s just witnessed. That was not how you greeted a stranger.

“Oh that! She promised me a birthday kiss if I invited her to the party — Yes Mate, I knew about the party. Surprise! — I was just collecting it, with interest.”

“Christ! That German hasn’t half changed you, Mate. To think, you used to be shy around girls. This Karen — Is she attached?” Chris’ thoughts move into opportunistic mode.

“Sorry Mate, she’s well and truly spoken for.” Ok, so technically this isn’t true, but Aaron doesn’t fancy having Chris find out about his and Denise’s relationship to Karen. Aaron turns to look for Denise. Where have those girls sneaked off to now?

“Pity.” Muses Chris. “Dating one of Denise’s pals would be a good way to spend more time with you, Mate.”

“We hang out all the time.”

“Yeah, but most of it I feel like a gooseberry.”

“Bollocks. Mate, I have to mingle — My party and all. Why don’t you go and ask Gail to show you her tattoo. It’ll take your mind off Karen. I’ll catch up with you in a bit.” Aaron wanders through the throng of familiar faces, being as gracious a host as possible, keeping a weather eye open for Denise.

“So. You like Aaron, I think.” Denise’s found a quiet corner to talk to Karen in.

“I liked him before we met. He’s a good kisser, isn’t he?”

“Und you still want this?”

“Oh God! More than ever. All the sexy phone calls we’ve shared have made a proper pervert of me. I don’t think I’ve ever masturbated as much as I have in the last month. Denise, I’ve had more than enough time to think this over and I really do want you — want you properly this time.”

“Und Aaron?”

“And Aaron. I agreed we couldn’t leave him out of it.”

“So. He will enjoy his present, I think. Yah?”

“I hope so — hey! Here he comes now.” Karen is facing the right way to see Aaron’s approach.

“Karen, I have a confession to make.” Aaron slid into the seat next to Denise, across from Karen.

“You fake your orgasms when you’re on the phone to me?”

“As if! Anyway, I’ve got a witness.” He patted Denise’s thigh to indicate whom.

“Well it can’t be that bad then. Confess or be damned.”

“Chris just asked if you were single and I told him no. I know it was rather presumptuous but I really don’t want him finding out about our late night phone calls and I’m not at all sure you can be trusted not to whisper juicy details of your sordid past in a new lover’s ear.”

Karen just looked meaningfully at Denise.

“Yah. You can tell him.”

“Aaron… you didn’t fib to Chris. I am attached, for the moment at least.” She glanced at Denise again for moral support. “I’m your birthday present.”

“Pardon?” Aaron must have misheard. Surely.

“Denise and I… unfinished business? She wouldn’t leave you out and I agree. You were there in spirit the first time, in Manchester, so its only fair… If you want me that is… Oh, God! This is embarrassing…”

Denise’s hand slips into Aarons lap, confirming what she’s already guessed. “Karen, he is hard already. I think he wants you. Yah Leibling?”

“Yes. Hell, yes! How soon is it socially acceptable to leave one’s own surprise party?”

“You cannot leave.” Denise was firm. “You must stay until the end. We will not go home until midnight so you can enjoy your party. Yah?”

“Midnight? But it’s only just turned seven.” There’s pleading in his voice but also resignation. He knows Denise likes this game.

“Waiting is good for you, I think.”

“She does this to me all the time, Karen. She delights in torturing me.”

“Poor boy!” Karen’s tone is ironic. “But you’re neglecting your guests.”

“Et tu Brute! Ok. I’ll go do the rounds while you two plot, scheme and gossip. But just you wait until I get you home…” With a quick buzz on the lips for Denise, he left to be sociable. At least the bar was crowded enough that nobody noticed the tilt of his kilt and not so packed that he stabbed anyone with it.

Aaron found Chris seated at the bar, looking pleased with himself. One glance at the LCD on the proffered camera explained it: Gail’s tattoo in crisp, clear detail.

“Hey! A little discretion please!” Gail cast an accusing look at Chris.

“Gail, I’m shocked.” Reposted Aaron. “I didn’t think you knew the word ‘discretion’. Besides, I’ve seen it before. Chris, I’ll have an 8 by 10 of that. Gail, will you autograph it for me?”

“And what will your girl friend — my colleague — think?” Gail looked unconvincingly stern.

“She’ll think you’re a brazen exhibitionist, which you are, and that it’s a birthday present I’ll cherish, which I will. Now can we have two Heinekens please?”

“I preferred you when you were shy. Two Heinekens…” Gail placed the open bottles in front of the guys. “and a birthday kiss.” She stood on tip-toes and leant across the bar, grabbing Aaron’s tie to draw him close enough to buzz his lips.

“Aaron Boy, I reckon I preferred you when you were shy too.” Chris remarked as soon as Gail was out of earshot — not far in the noisy bar. “Are there any girls left for the rest of us?”

“C’mon! Three kisses.” Aaron held up three fingers to illustrate. “One off Denise, whom I live with.” He folded down his index finger. “One off a friend of hers I’ve never met and who is spoken for anyway.” He folded down his ring finger, leaving just his middle finger raised in a gesture not lost on Chris. “And a buzz from a barmaid we’ve both known for ages, because it’s my birthday.” The final finger got folded down. “You’ve known Gail as long as I have. If you’re interested, you’ve had ample opportunity to ask her out.”

“I did. Just before you came over.”

“And?”

“Tomorrow’s her night off. We’re going to meet up for a drink and see what mischief we can find to get into.”

“Good Man!” Aaron gave Chris a high five. “Have you got pics of everyone having a good time? Only some are starting to drift towards the door already.”

“Yeah. Loads of pictures. They’ll be on the office network tomorrow morning. We can hold a caption contest again.”

“So your work here is done?”

“Apart from being way behind on my alcohol quota, you mean?”

“Aside from that, yes.”

“Sure. I’m off duty, out to grass and from now on, just your ol’ drinkin’ buddy.”

“Get another round on my tab then. I want a word with Ernie.” Aaron slipped off his stool, patting Chris’ shoulder as he passed him.

“Aaron, my friend! Happy birthday.” Ernesto was his usual effusive self. “It’s a good party.”

“Indeed Ernie. And after all you’ve done for me, I wouldn’t let my friends buy this much alcohol from anyone else. With all these extra wallets in here, are you stretched for staff tonight?”

“No. I gave a couple of girls extra shifts when Denise told me how many people she invited. Why?”

“As it’s starting to thin out a little, could you spare a barmaid for the rest of the evening?”

“Sure. Who?”

“Gail. Put her wages for the rest of the shift on my tab. She’s a present for Chris.”

“Not a problem. Will you tell her, or shall I?”

“I’ll break the news — it’s my job. Thanks Ernie. You’re a star.”

Back at the bar, beside Chris, Aaron called Gail over. “Ernie’s given you the night off — paid. Are you two going to stay and enjoy the party or sod off somewhere else and have a proper first date?”

“Really?” Gail looks surprised — not a frequent occurrence.

“Truly. I couldn’t bear the thought of Chris spending all day tomorrow planning your seduction. Stay of go. Its up to you… And him of course.” Aaron hooked a thumb at the uncharacteristically gob-smacked photographer. Without waiting for a response he headed back to Denise and Karen, leaving the shell-shocked couple to their own devices.

“You look like the cat that got the cream.” Karen greeted him. Denise turned to see Aaron’s smug grin.

“Not yet. I have to wait until midnight, remember?”

“So. But you have been up to something, I think.”

“Just a little matchmaking.”

“Matchmaking?” Denise’s English is good, but not perfect.

“Chris and Gail. I’ve been stirring things up a bit.” His eyes twinkled with mischief.

“Chris und Gail? I did not know they were interested in each other.”

“Chris asked her out. She agreed. I just got Ernesto to give her the evening off so they could get on with getting off. I think they’ll make a good couple, don’t you?”

“Yah. Chris likes to look at girls und Gail likes to be looked at.”

“And now you don’t have to feel guilty about lying to him to keep me all to yourself. “ Karen chimed in.

Denise corrected her “He will not keep you all to himself, I think. He will share you with me.”

“That’s right Sweet Thing. We’re gonna take turns ravishing you all night.”

Karen blushed. “Denise. Do we really have to wait until midnight?”

“You are both so eager. We should go home, I think.” Denise gave in graciously.

As he headed for the door, Aaron noted that there was no sign of Chris and Gail. He settled up with Ernesto while the girls powdered their noses. His mind was filling up with images of what was about to happen. He was glad to get out of the well lit bar without his excitement showing. He was glad too when his suggestion of a cab was accepted. He didn’t want to walk through Soho with a girl on each arm and a conspicuous hard-on. In that neighbourhood, it would not pass unnoticed. At least in a cab he was sitting down and it was dark.

Aaron had paid the cabbie while Denise opened the front door. Now he followed the two giggly girls up the several flights of stairs to his flat. He made the most of the opportunity to admire and compare their legs and, yes, their bottoms too. His trousers grew increasingly uncomfortable as his view and his prospects worked him into a state of almost overwhelming arousal. By the time he reached the top, Denise had that door open too. Karen had immediately ducked into the bathroom so, pushing the front door shut, he followed Denise’s swaying hips into the living room.

Denise flings herself into his arms, grinding her mouth against his, pressing herself against the painfully swollen erection she knew she’d find. As swiftly as she came to him, she disengages, stepping back, reaching for the high hem of her dress and peeling it up over her head in one quick and surprisingly graceful movement. Flinging the discarded dress on a chair, she slides her hands, and with them her panties, down her hips. Bending at the waist until her underwear is around her ankles, she steps out of the scrap of elastic and satin and that too ends up on the chair. Kicking off her stilettos, she is once more as nature intended, having set a new personal best for stripping — under 3 seconds. Aaron’s expression is a mask of unashamed lust as he gazes at her body. In all these months, he has never tired of seeing his lover naked.

She is in his arms again, mouth glued to his, when Karen emerges from the bathroom.

“Oh, you started without me.” She stands in the doorway, looking like a cocktail of nerves and anticipation with just a twist of shyness.

“Yah, but now it is your turn I think.” Denise steps over to Karen, cupping the girl’s face in her palms and kissing her every bit as passionately as she’d kissed Aaron. A heartbeat into it, Karen catches up, responding to Denise’s lead, moaning into her seducer’s mouth and fencing Denise’s tongue with her own. As Aaron watches his girlfriend naked in the arms of another woman, Denise releases Karen, taking her hand and leading her across the room to him. Karen looks flushed, her breasts are heaving as she breathes heavily.

“Happy birthday Liebling. You will unwrap your present now. Yah? Und I will open some wine.” Letting go of Karen’s hand, she turns and heads for the kitchen, leaving Aaron and Karen facing each other.

“She doesn’t like clothes much, does she?” Karen asks, just for something to say to fill the silence.

“She enjoys her body.” He smiles. “So do I.”

“And I make it unanimous.”

Realizing the small talk could continue indefinitely, Aaron seizes the day, steps close to Karen and kisses her, delighted by her immediate and active response. His fingers find the zip on the back of her dress and draw it slowly down the serpentine curve of her spine. Her bra clasp is next. He unclips it with deft fingers, much practiced on Denise. He can go no further while holding her so lets go, drawing the open back of the dress forward off her shoulders, bra and all, so that as the shoulder straps slip down her outstretched arms, she is instantly stripped to the waist. Aaron pauses a moment to admire her pert breasts, nipples already well and truly erect. His gaze travels back up to meet hers.

“Perfect.” He says, slipping the bunched up dress over the flare of her hips and handing over responsibility for removing it to Gravity. Dropping to his knees before her, he kisses her navel, his hands sliding gently up the taut backs of her thighs. He can feel her trembling. Tonight is the culmination of a lot of nervous soul searching on her part. His lips work slowly lower reaching a tiny silk bow on the waistband of her chastely white thong. His fingers draw the elastic down her hips half an inch at a time, keeping just ahead of his kisses. Tight brown curls spring up, tickling his lips; the scent of her body is vaguely reminiscent of a pair of panties he once sniffed. The swathe of curls narrows inexorably until his questing lips find what they’re searching for: the first hint of her cleft. Peeling her underwear down her legs, he presses his face into the warm, musk redolent concavity bounded by her thighs and pubis, breathing in the heady aroma of the much aroused girl, feeling her pubic hair like tiny electric discharges on his closed eyelids. One more deep indrawn breath, one more delicately soft kiss on the juncture of her labia and he stands to embrace her again.

Karen’s emotions are all over the place. On one hand, she’s about to be undressed by a guy she only met this evening. Admittedly, he’s quite cute, but that’s not the point: she’s behaving like a total slut. On the other hand, this is a guy who’s heard her masturbating loads of times since that first weird night in Manchester. She’s even named her new vibrator after him. He’s at least heard her do stuff none of her previous paramours got close to seeing. They’ve had weeks of foreplay. No, whichever way you cut it, she’s about to behave like a total slut. Well she’s glad she’s got that sorted out. He’s a good kisser. He’s a great kisser! She feels her outfit loosen as he unzips and unhooks her. Deep breath and for God’s sake don’t blush. She wants him to be bold. If she appears shy, he might hesitate. That’d be a bad thing.

Did he say “perfect”? She’s always thought she had pretty titties but most guys seemed disappointed at so scant a handful. Perfect? Aaron sure says the right things. Karen feels a warm glow in her belly. No more doubts. There’s another feeling in her belly now, his tongue in her belly button. Deliciously ticklish!

This is it. She feels her panties start to descend, looks down to watch Aaron kissing his way down her abdomen. Hope he’s not disappointed to find pubes. She’s heard all about his preference for bald bits. Oh God! His lips reach her labia. She must be soaking down there. She prays for his tongue. Her hands rest on his head as he presses himself against her, the bridge of his nose a hard ridge against her clit. Christ! Can she come just rubbing herself against his nose? Right now? Probably, yes. No! don’t stop!

Back on his feet, Aaron enfolds Karen in his arms again, their passionate kiss spiced with the faint taste of her arousal on his lips. She starts as a hand touches her ankle. Glancing down, she sees Denise trying to remove the rumpled dress from around her ankles. Aaron notices too and lifts Karen bodily off the ground. She finds herself swiftly divested of unnecessary garments and shoes the gently set back down, all without ever breaking the hermetic seal between her mouth and Aaron’s.

When they finally break for air, Denise puts an arm around each of them and gives them each a quick but meaningful buzz on the lips. “So. You like your present. Yah?”

“Delightful! Just what I wanted. How clever of you to know.”

“Willkommen mein Leibe herr. Now we must undress you, I think.”

“Yes!” chimes in Karen. “I wanna see if the rumours are true. I know you tabloid journalists are prone to exaggeration.”

Aaron is used to being undressed by Denise. He stands as impassively as a sultan while his harem girls unbuckle, unbutton, untie and unzip his clothes. When his trousers drop past his knees in freefall and his hard-on springs to attention, Karen’s eyes widen and she lets out an audible gasp. Denise catches Karen’s eye across the bobbing baton of rigid flesh and flashes her an I-told-you-so smile.

“I owe you an apology, Aaron.” Karen says. “I named my new vibe after you but it really doesn’t measure up.”

“It’s no good apologising to me, it’s that you’ve so cruelly maligned.” He jiggles his hips, making his cock wave about wildly at the girls’ eye level. “See! It’s crying.” And indeed there is a drop of seminal fluid weeping from his glans.

“Perhaps if we kiss and make up?” Karen suggests and without waiting for an answer, she leans forward, steadying Aaron’s manhood with gentle fingers and kisses the very tip of his cock. “There! Is that better?” she smiles up at him, licking his moisture off her lips.

“It’s a good start.”

Taking hold of him, Denise engulfs the head of his cock with her mouth, swirling her tongue around the underside of his glans for a few seconds. “Like so.” She says, pushing Aaron’s penis back toward Karen. Karen doesn’t need asking twice. Following Denise’s lead, she gorges herself on the throbbing erection, working it over with tongue and teeth, her hands pumping the lower half of his shaft and caressing his balls. Denise moves closer, trying for a share of the action and soon the two girls are working up and down Aaron’s length in unison. Aaron watches them, entranced by the sight of two beautiful lovers fellating him. The sensations are exquisite but the real difference is not how it feels but how it looks and what that represents. The whole evening has wound him so tight he’s close to bursting point and watching the girls devouring him is stripping away the last shreds of his self-control. He holds on desperately until Karen’s lips close around his glans again, then he cuts loose with a primaeval grunt as his orgasm hoses her mouth. Three great spasms send three white hot jets of semen into the back of her throat, eagerly anticipated, accepted and swallowed.

Aaron’s legs tremble and, in imminent danger of collapsing, he has to push the eager girl’s head away from his crotch. As he flops, sated, onto a chair, further crumpling the girls’ party dresses, Denise seizes Karen, kissing her ferociously, tongue delving in search of traces of Aaron’s orgasm. As Aaron watches, the kiss evolves into a Sapphic embrace, hands roaming over each other’s bodies, seeking ingress.

“You two would be more comfortable on the bed.” He observes, noticing that his flaccid penis is starting to revive under the stimulation of the lesbian floorshow.

As the girls helped each other to their feet — not that either needed help, but they were reluctant to let go — Aaron collected his camera from the desk. If he was going to be witness to Karen’s first taste of pussy, he was damned well going to capture the intimate moment for posterity. Following them toward the bedroom, Aaron took full advantage of the opportunity to compare and contrast the two pert posteriors before him. Karen’s bottom looked a little smaller than Denise’s, her skin a shade or two darker, her buttocks were crowned by twin dimples and there was just the faintest hint of a crease in her skin where her inner thighs met the curve of her ass. Even right next to Denise’s — whose ass he adored unreservedly and would live in if he could — he’d have to rate Karen’s bottom a 10.

In the bedroom, Denise turns, contriving to topple backward onto the bed, drawing Karen down on top of her, seeking out first Karen’s lips, then her tongue. She’s worked long and hard to bring this girl to this place, at this time, in this receptive state of mind and she’s determined to enjoy the fruits of her labours to the full. Her hands are not idle. They map the divine contours of young flesh with the delicate precision with which the blind read Braille: Here, around the nipple, a region that emotes sighs of pleasure; Here, a gasp; Here, a shiver of delight…

Karen feels electric, her skin tingling at Denise’s touch. She abandons herself to the pleasure of the moment, all doubts, all reserve, banished as her world contracts to four square metres covered with a duvet. She explores Denise as intimately and avidly as she feels herself caressed, eager to go beyond the threshold that baulked her in Manchester. Out of the corner of her eye, she catches occasional glimpses of Aaron with his camera, snapping away while his magnificently restored manhood swings to and fro as if conducting the world’s most lascivious concerto. She’s glad he seems to be enjoying the spectacle. Time, she decides, to show them both what this evening is really all about.

Aaron can barely believe how turned on he is, watching his girlfriend and their new flame writhing together on the bed. He’s seen lots of video of Denise doing the girl-on-girl thing but he realizes now that it hasn’t left him prepared for the real deal. Only the camera is keeping his hands from his cock of rock. Not that he wants to masturbate with two naked girls in the room: that would be a waste. No, he’s going to get some great shots of his ‘birthday present’… then join the fun.

As he snaps merrily away, Karen starts to work down the prone body to Denise’s breasts, drawing each turgid nipple through her lips in turn, relinquishing each all the firmer for her attentions. Her knees, by the gentlest pressure, urge Denise’s legs apart, finding no resistance. Karen reaches between Denise’s legs somewhat roughly, kneading the smooth, puffy labia until her fingers feel suitably slick. She withdraws her hand, raising herself slightly to hold Denise’s gaze as she lifts wet fingers to her lips: her first taste of Denise’s pussy only a moment away.

“Nein.” Denise snatches at Karen’s wrist, arresting the hand’s progress towards her mouth. “Not like that. You must taste me properly the first time. Yah?”

“Oh… Of course. My first taste of pussy should be pussy. Right?”

“Yah. Und it should be soon I think.” Denise makes no attempt to play down how ready she is for some sort of release. Karen takes the hint, skipping the rest of the entrée in favour of the main course. She shuffles further down the bed, between Denise’s increasingly widespread legs and gazes at the glistening pink flesh before her.

A movement beside her draws her attention as Aaron kneels at the bed side, camera poised only a couple of feet from Denise’s crotch.

“I want to capture the moment for posterity. It’s not every day I get to see a girl loosing her lesbo cherry.” He grins lasciviously.

“You’re so rude!” Karen sticks her tongue out at him. The flash dazzles her.

“Good! Now D’you mind hurryin’ up? There’s a queue for that pussy.” He slaps his bobbing erection playfully.

“Yah.” Denise chimes in. “No more interruptions bitte.”

Karen takes the hint and takes the plunge, almost catching Aaron unawares. Without another moment’s hesitation, she dips her head, extends her tongue and runs it in one long stroke from perineum to clitoral hood. Aaron catches the moment just as Karen brushes over Denise’s clit, causing her hips to buck upwards involuntarily.

“There!” Karen sounds triumphant. “Hmm.” She savours the tang on her tongue. “Hmmm!” she is obviously pleased with herself. She ducks back down, plunging her tongue into Denise’s body this time until her lips are pressed against hairless labia. She wiggles her tongue inside Denise’s pussy, making her writhe in ecstasy.

“Ohhh… Yah. Das ist gut, Liebchen… Sehr gut!… Oooh…”

Karen has made a great discovery — pussy tastes great. Yes, yes. I know that’s hardly a revelation such as Nostradamus or Old Mother Shipton might come out with but, nevertheless, for Karen it is as though the scales have fallen from her eyes. Oh, she’d always been partial to the taste of her own secretions. It had just not occurred to her that another girl could taste even better. She laps hungrily at Denise’s labia, working her way upwards, away from the main source of all that nectar, searching out and finding Denise’s clitoris, flicking it with the tip of her tongue before drawing the tiny protuberance between her lips to pinch it gently, then it’s back down to the nectar like a humming bird. When she’s gorged herself on Sapphic honey, she returns her attentions to Denise’s clit, this time slipping two fingers into Denise’s pussy, pumping them gently in and out as she teases the sensitive bud.

“Oh mein gott!…Yahhh…yah…” Denise writhes all the more for this intrusion, thrashing about under Karen’s caressing mouth, her first climax of the evening steadily rising to the fore. She gasps, going momentarily rigid as Karen’s two fingers become three. “Yah Leibchen…Befuhlen meine fotze… Fausten mich…”

None of which Karen understands but by happy coincidence happens to be just what she plans anyway. Four fingers. Who would have thought her pinky would have made such a difference? Denise bucks under her so she struggles to keep her mouth pressed over Denise’s clit. Delighting in her newfound power, Karen seizes Denise’s clit gently with her teeth, tugging on it until Denise half-gasps, half-screams with the pleasure-pain of it. She’s so near to coming. Just one more…

Denise howls, her arching back clearing the bed completely as Karen’s thumb joins the four fingers already buried in her fotze; as Karen’s knuckles stretch her to the limit; as her distended lips close tight around the girls wrist; as her clit burns at the pressure of Karen’s bite; as Karen’s tongue lashes the captive bud; as her orgasm flares outwards from her pelvis, washing away all other senses and sensations, a tsunami crashing over her nervous system. The ecstatic, guttural howl subsides with the wave. Denise slumps, limp on the bed, barely conscious, moaning gently as wavelets of pleasure wash through her in the wake of her climax.

Karen finally lifts her head from Denise’s pussy, half her face slick with — what does Denise call it? — moesensaft. Noticing Denise is out for the count, she looks to Aaron, smiling for the camera. “Did you enjoy that, Birthday Boy?”

“Not as much as Denise did. What’s it like to be a fully fledged lesbian then?”

“Wonderful! But I’m not a lesbo, I’m bi.” She eases her hand out of Denise and sucks thoughtfully on her fingers. “I still think boys have a lot to offer a girl. A helluva lot in your case.” She looks meaningfully at his weeping hard-on.

“Yah.” Denise returns to the land of the living. “Und you are very patient.” She makes a long arm, just managing to brush her fingernails over his glans, his cock twitches at her touch. “Geburtstag gratulieren, Leibling. Fich meine geliebter bitte”

“Something something Darling. Fuck your something please?”

Denises lips move silently as she translates in her head. Not an easy thing, still bemused as she is, after her passing-out-climax. “Happy birthday Darling. Please fuck my lover.”

“I thought you’d never ask.” Aaron’s eyes light up. He puts aside the camera and fairly springs to his feet to move around to the foot of the bed.

Karen is startled. Doesn’t she get a say in it? No, guess not. Besides, she’s more than ready for a good seeing to. So she moves her knees a little further apart and wiggles her bum invitingly, knowing that this position, shoulders down, bottom up and knees wide is about as open an invitation as a girl can make. Her only thought as she feels the bed move, as Aaron presses in behind her, is will she be able to take it all?

Karen feels the huge, hot head of his cock nudging her pussy lips, his hands on her bum, his thumbs peeling her sticky lips apart. A moment later, she has to bury her head between Denise’s still splayed thighs to stifle a cry as Aaron answers her question. Yes, she can take it all, but Christ it feels big. Aaron isn’t gentle with her either. Gripping her hips for balance, he strokes in and out, hard and fast, urgent in his need to come. Karen is in rapture: any discomfort overshadowed by the delicious sensations rippling through her. God! To feel so full! So wanton! Her fingers find their way to her clit, rubbing it with unaccustomed vigour. This is no time to be gentle. She’ll probably never walk straight again but so what? Hands on the back of her head urge her mouth down onto Denise’s pussy again. Karen eagerly plunges her tongue into the still gaping hole, slurping as she sucks on Denise’s love juices, The jolting of Aaron’s pounding hips, driving her face into Denise’s crotch rhythmically. The heady aroma of musk fills her nostrils, the sweet tang of pussy juice suffuses her taste buds, liquid fire spreads outward from her throbbing clit, quivering spasms clench her distended pussy around that ravishing member, hammering against her cervix. She comes, shuddering at the tectonic intensity of the shockwave, it’s epicentre momentarily deluged with a flood of white hot semen, scalding her insides. Through the aftershocks of her orgasm, she feels the relentless pumping of Aaron’s cock, still hard and still very much inside her. With each stroke she feels diminishing spurts of jizz erupt from him until, all passion spent, he stops trying to rend her in two. Whimpering into Denise’s crotch, she hasn’t the strength to lift her shoulders to move forward, so Aaron’s slowly softening penis is still sheathed in her bruised and battered hole. God! That was good!

Denise draws Karen up the bed until Aaron slips out and the girl lies slumped on top of her, head nestled between Denise’s breasts. While she strokes Karen’s tousled hair affectionately, she looks to the foot of the bed where Aaron has sagged to the floor, panting hard and red in the face.

“It was good. Yah?”

“Bloody marvellous.” Aaron replies, struggling to stand again.

“Mmm.” Mumbles Karen, which Denise takes as another affirmative.

Aaron makes it to his feet just long enough to get around the side of the bed and stretches out beside the two girls. Leaning over Denise, he kisses her passionately, finding the energy to make promises he’ll need to keep later. “Thank you Liebchen. That’s the best birthday present ever.” Then silently, mouthing the words for privacy. “I love you.”

Denise kisses him again. “Ich liebe dich”.

“What’s that about dick?” Karen interjects, bestirring herself to raise her head from Denise’s bosom.

“Sweet child, you have a one track mind. Ich liebe dich is just German for I love you. Nothing to do with anatomy at all.”

“Well I love you both. Denise, for teaching me girls can be as much fun as boys, which is just as well because it’ll be a long time before any boy’ll be able to touch both sides of my minge. And you, for being so cool about sharing her with me.” Karen manages to get an arm around each of their necks and draws then close to swap kisses all round.

“Und it is a great sacrifice for Aaron, I think.” Denise observes.

“A terrible sacrifice indeed” Aaron is ironic, holding the back of his hand to his brow in the classic pose of despair. “And my strength wanes…” his stomach rumbles on cue. “Since I missed dinner tonight.”

“We all did.” Karen is peckish too.

“You’ve had plenty to eat. Greedy girl. What’s your favourite pizza topping?”

“Ham and pineapple.”

“Denise, show Karen how to order a pizza. I need a pee.” He rolls off the edge of the bed, onto his feet and heads for the bathroom.

“What did he mean, show me how to order a pizza? You just pick up the phone and…”

“Nein. Here we do not need the telephone. Come.” Denise got off the bed, drawing Karen to her feet too, and led the bemused brunette back into the living room. As Denise opened the balcony doors, the cold night air raised instant goose bumps on both girls. Denise strode to the rail, glanced down to see if there were any delivery boys in the street below then beckoned for Karen to come on out.

“It’s freezing.” Karen moaned, trying to rap herself in her own arms for warmth.

“It is only for a moment.” Denise coaxed her out, taking her hand and leading her to the edge. “Hello!” without warning, she shouted to the lad on the scooter on the opposite pavement. “Hello!”. He heard her the second time and looked up, obviously one of the regulars as he knew exactly which balcony to look at. Karen instinctively moved back, covering her bare breasts. Denise’s hand on the small of her back urged her to the rail again and such was Karen’s state of mind that she didn’t resist. Her hands stayed up though.

“The usual?” The lad called up to Denise. He’d taken their order this way before and they always had the same thing.

“Yah! Und one ham und pineapple.” Denise called down.

“Ok Miss.” He waved and went into the pizza parlour to place Denise’s order.

Denise led Karen back inside and closed the doors. Karen was shivering, which was more than enough excuse for Denise to embrace her. The hug, led to a kiss, which in turn led to petting, which led to a discovery. Karen was leaking.

“My boyfriend!” Denise sighs in mock exasperation. “So messy. Yah?”

“It’s not all his fault.” Karen notes.

“So? But it is time to clean up I think. Sit.” Denise urges Karen down onto the edge of the sofa, kneels between her parted knees and, placing a palm between the girl’s breasts, urges her into a recumbent position. Between Karen’s spread legs, glistening coral pink lips are almost obscured by matted, sticky, dark pubes. Denise wastes only a moment admiring the view before diving in tongue first.

And that’s how Aaron found them, Karen’s legs seriously akimbo, with Denise firmly ensconced between them. He reflected momentarily that it was fortuitous that he’d had the presence of mind to pick up his camera. Moving close, he snapped half a dozen shots of the action before he noticed slender fingers kneading life back into his cock. When her fingers found their way to his scrotum and started juggling his balls, Karen had Aaron’s undivided attention. He swung a leg over Denise’s crouching form to straddle Karen, conveniently pinning her arms down so that, as his new hard-on bobbed in front of her mouth, she snapped at it as if she were bobbing for apples. Bobbing for apples… The thought took Aaron back to the night Denise had taken over his life… Whoops! His lapse in concentration got him caught. Karen’s lips closed tight around the plum head of his cock. He snapped a couple more photos. “Don’t close your eyes, look up at me.” He instructed, impressed that she managed to smile with her mouth so full. “That’s it. Great!… Now back off just a fraction, so I can see a bit of glans… Oh yeah. Your lip colour matches my helmet perfectly. Hold the pose while I get a close up…There, that’s the PC’s new wallpaper sorted…”

Karen’s eye widened and she pushed him out with her tongue so she could speak. “Your girlfriend’s licking my bum again.”

“And?”

“And what? She’s a filthy bitch. That’s what.”

“Kinda nice though, ain’t it?”

“Yes, it feels pretty good. She’s still a filthy bitch though… Ooh, now that does feel good…”

“finger?”

“Yesss.” Karen sucked in her breath at what Denise was up to.

“Well don’t get too into it. Dinner will be here any minute, but after we’ve eaten…”

“What? No! No way! It’s too bloody big. It’ll-”

“It’ll be fine. Trust Denise. We’ll take it nice and slow, and you’ll love it… But food first.” Aaron hopped off the sofa, to see just what Denise was doing down there. Karen looked pensive but the stimulation she felt in her loins was a powerfully persuasive argument.

Denise was in seventh heaven. It was such a joy to have a girlfriend again. Aaron liked Karen too, she could tell, so she was looking forward to lots more girlie fun from now on. Right now she was savouring the last traces of Aaron’s abspritzen, the fresh dew forming on the pink petals under her tongue and the sport of chasing runaway trickles of mingled juices, down over Karen’s pretty puckered ass. Oh, how the girl squirmed whenever Denise got that far down, whenever her tongue circled the twitching ring or nuzzled wetly into the depths, trying to burrow inside her. Wondering just how tight Karen was, Denise ignored the next trickle until it pooled in the depression of Karen’s anus then, using this natural lubricant for it’s almost-intended purpose, she eased a slender finger into the darkness. That, at least, she knew Karen could take: They’d heard her orgasm the first time she tried it on her own. After some initial resistance, Denise’s finger slipped in easily enough. She wiggled it slowly, stroking the cilia textured walls and feeling the muscles beneath the surface ripple in response. two fingers would be better, she decided, and with her trademark impetuosity, decision transferred to action with little in between. Two was certainly a tighter fit but Karen was clearly not uncomfortable with it: if the state of her fotze was any indication. Not just very moist, but pulsing in time with her ass, almost winking at Denise. She could protest all she wished but Denise knew Karen was having a good time. Indeed, she could vaguely hear Karen’s protestations to Aaron. Denise looked forward to overcoming those protests. It’d been a long time since Aaron had learned to wear the trousers in this relationship so Denise relished having someone she could dominate for a while.

“She must be clean by now.” Aaron’s voice, close to her ear, cut through Denise’s reverie.

“Yah. She is clean I think.” She grinned lasciviously, her face glistening with pussy juice. She strained toward him for a kiss. Aaron met her halfway and their mouths ground together, sharing the flavour of Aaron’s “birthday present”.

“You’d better go wash your face. You can’t answer the door like that.”

And, as if on cue, the buzzer for the street level door announced the arrival of dinner. Denise bounced to her feet and went to answer it, leaving Karen spread-eagled, her fingers gently teasing her own pubes as she idly toyed with her clit. Aaron reached for his camera. Girls masturbating always turned him on. He was still on his knees, taking pictures when the doorbell rang, startling Karen out of her private world. She hadn’t even noticed Aaron on the floor. She made to get up but Aaron stopped her.

“Relax. Denise’ll get it.” He put his camera aside and planted the lightest kiss on her labia before standing and offering his hand to help Karen to her feet. As soon as she was upright, she flowed up against him, kissing his lips in return.

“Promise me you’ll be gentle…after dinner…”

“I promise. Now let’s eat. I’m famished!” He was delighted too, by Karen’s apparent consent to his desires. How did Homer put it? Woohoo!! Homer Simpson, that is.

Denise rejoins them with two pizza boxes balanced on one hand and the bottle she’d opened an hour ago, and somehow forgotten, in the other, three glasses carefully hooked by her fingertips. Aaron springs to his feet to unburden her.

“Let me take those, Leibchen.” He liberates the pizzas, leaving her to dole out glasses and slightly warm white wine. “Ham and pineapple for you”, he hands Karen the top box.

“Thank you.” Karen sounds absurdly formal as she sits up straight and slips gracefully off the sofa into a crosslegged position on the floor beside the kneeling Denise.

“You’re welcome…and pepperoni with extra pepperoni for my nursemaid, valet, housekeeper, lover, muse and procuress.” Aaron places the second pizza in front of Denise then sits to make the third point on the triangle, within easy reach of both boxes. “Thank you Leibchen, for an amazing birthday present.” His hand reaches only as far as her knee. Denise’s fingers find his and interlace them. His hands still have a special intimacy for her, having spent more than half their relationship bandaged up. She squeezes his fingers gently and holds eye contact.

“Ich Leibe dich.” She whispers, managing to ignore Karen’s presence for just a moment.

“I love you.” Aaron whispers back. The whispering too is a personal touch: an echo of the first love letter Aaron wrote to her.

Karen keeps still and silent, well aware that this is a personal moment and not wanting to break the spell. Her two new best friends are so obviously so much in love that she starts to feel like a gooseberry. Oh, she’s had her share of boyfriends and even thought she was in love before, but none of them ever looked at her the way Aaron looks at Denise. Karen finally realizes that her presence as his present is not just about broadening their sexual horizons: it’s also about absolute trust. That old cliché about ‘ If you love something, let it go…’ Well, Denise was letting Aaron go — into the arms, the body, of another woman and there was absolutely no doubt in Karen’s mind that he would go right back to Denise. Karen decides she’s fine with that. She’s too fond of both her lovers to want to weaken their relationship.

“…Karen?”

“What? Oh. Sorry. I was miles away.”

“I said are you going to eat all that yourself, Karen?” Aaron indicates the still closed box on the floor in front of her.

“Yah. She will.” Interjects Denise. “Und if you are a good boy, you will have the crusts when we have finished. So.”

“Denise!” Karen remonstrates. “He needs more than crusts to keep his strength up. Help yourself Aaron.” She opens the box towards him.

“If you want me strong, perhaps I’d better not tire myself out lifting heavy slices of pizza.” He hops up and flings himself on the sofa that both girls are using as a back rest, landing with a resounding whummph. Propping himself up on one elbow, he strikes a classical pose. “There! Now you two slave girls may feed Caesar.” Then he touches his brow as if feeling for something that isn’t there. “Where are my laurels?” He muses to himself. “Oh. Never mind. A morsel of that I think.” He points at the ham and pineapple and winks at Karen.

The girls played along. For Karen it was a novelty but for Denise it was familiar territory. She’d fed Aaron all his meals for two months when they first got together. Truth be told, she’d rather missed it and this birthday banquet was a fine excuse to pamper her man again. They ate. They drank. A second — chilled — bottle was dutifully emptied. Presently, the pizza boxes were removed and — surprise! — a chocolate gateau made an entrance, adorned with candles. Aaronus Caesar manfully blew out the flames and graciously allowed his serving girls to feed him sweet, sticky chocolate frosting solemnly daubed onto perky nipples. He watched with imperious amusement as two naked girls and a chocolate cake became inextricably mingled and, since there was more chocolate than could reasonably be licked off, the three adjourned to the shower. The state of the rug was going to need some explaining at the drycleaners but so what?

Large though Aaron’s shower cubicle was, three was definitely a crowd. The girls compromised by washing Aaron quickly — it was either that or get elbowed into the corners — then banishing him while they soaped and shampooed each other. They took their sweet time about it too, Aaron had plenty of time to himself to download the evening’s photographic endeavours and free up the camera for the main event. As he perused his earlier efforts, he heard the shower stop and the bolt on the bathroom door click into place. How long had it been since anyone had bothered to lock that door? Months, maybe years. What on earth were they — No — What on earth was Denise plotting now? It had to be Denise. Karen was far too innocent to be the ringleader. He chuckled to himself at the prospect. Ok, so Denise would probably make him beg but, sometime before bedtime, she’d let him pluck Karen’s one remaining cherry. The photos looked good too. Happy with his efforts, Aaron switched off the monitor and reached for his phone to call Chris. That’d pass the time while the girls did whatever it was they were doing.

“You are having a good time. Yah?” Denise’s soapy fingers slither through Karen’s pubes, her other arm snaking around Karen’s waist, drawing her close.

“You have to ask?” Karen twists a fraction, letting the shower cascade over their breasts, carrying away the fine white foam of shower gel. “This is the most fun I’ve had since Manchester.” Her own fingers were showing no trace of her former hesitancy, finding all sorts of interesting places to investigate.

“In Manchester you were very frightened, I think.”

“Frightened? I was terrified. I wasn’t even that nervous losing my virginity. It was fun too though. You two are — wild! D’you think Aaron is enjoying his birthday?”

“Yah. He enjoys you I think. But if you are not ready for this…” Denise runs a meaningful finger between Karen’s buttocks. “He will understand. Und he still has mein arsch.”

Karen is being offered an out. The big question now is does she want an out? No. She’s promised Aaron and she’ll at least try to keep her promise. “I’m not sure I’d say I’m ready but there’s only one way to find out. I wish Aaron was a bit smaller though…But not all the time.” She giggles and Denise’s eyes twinkle back at her.

“He is sheer gross — very big — but I think he will not hurt you. Relax und it will be easy.”

“Very big.” Karen smiles at the thought. “I’m gonna need a new vibrator. The one I named after him doesn’t come close to measuring up.”

“We will go shopping tomorrow und buy you one. Yah?”

“Sure. I suppose Soho is the place to be for that sort of thing. It’ll be a souvenir of my night of passion with the two of you.”

“It will not be only for one night I think.” Denise is pretty sure Aaron won’t object to Karen staying over again.

“You mean it?” Karen looks wide eyed and solemn. “Anyone can tell you two are in love. I wouldn’t want to muscle in on your relationship. Aaron doesn’t love me. He just wants my body, which is fine, but-”

“Shhh.” Denise silences Karen’s objections. “Yah. Aaron loves me und I love him. But he is not jealous if I have a freundin — a girlfriend. He says if I want to taste girls it is not something he can give me. Und I will not have eine freundin unless I can share her with Aaron. It is clear. Yah?”

“I- I think so. You want me to be your girlfriend.”

“Yah. Und I will share you with my boyfriend.”

“Don’t Aaron and I get a say in it?” Karen raises a less-than-half-hearted objection.

“Nein. Aaron will do as he is told. If I say Fich mein arsch, he will fich mein arsch. If I say fich mein freundin, he will fich mein freundin.”

“And me? Don’t I get a choice?”

Denise laughs as if the notion is absurd then draws Karen in for a passionate, full on, tongue twisting kiss. It seems to be answer enough.

“Ok. In for a penny…”

“In for?”

“Sorry. It’s an English saying. In for a penny, in for a pound. It means, well I guess it means I’ve come this far so there’s no point in stopping now.”

“It is gut to have a girlfriend again.” Denise squeezes Karen tightly.

“I can’t wait to see Aaron’s face when he hears.”

“Nein. We will not tell Aaron until tomorrow. He thinks you are just for his birthday.”

“You’re so mean to him.”

“It is mean to let him have sex with another girl?”

“No. But you know what I mean. You tease and torment him at every opportunity.”

“Yah. He enjoys it I think.”

“Right now, he’s probably not enjoying being all alone on his birthday. Shouldn’t we get out of here?” The shower is running out of hot water anyway and they’ve long since finished the business of getting clean.

“Nein. Waiting is good for him.” But Denise does turn off the water and get out of the shower.

While Karen is wrapping herself in an extra large towel, Denise locks them in. At the sound of the bolt, Karen looks up. Denise reaches for Aaron’s shaving foam and a new razor.

“Oh.” Karen realizes what these accoutrements signify.

“Yah. Sit, und I will make you smooth for Aaron.” Denise indicates the lid of the toilet. Without a word, Karen perches on it, letting the towel fall away from her body as she spreads her thighs. Denise kneels to her task.

“Aaronboy! What’s occurring?” Chris is as exuberant as ever.

“Just thought I’d check up on you and Gail. Get anywhere?”

“No. Turns out she’s a bit off a cold fish — Ow! Don’t bite!” Two things become clear: Chris is not alone and not being entirely truthful.

“Put her on.”

“Hi Aaron. How’s your birthday shaping up? Had a good time?” Gail sounds chirpy too. Chris is in for such a winding up tomorrow. Payback’s a bitch!

“It’s been fun so far. Is Chris behaving himself?”

“No.”

“Good. You two deserve each other.”

“Thanks. I think.”

“It wasn’t a compliment. Don’t forget to autograph that picture of your tattoo.”

“Already done. Is Denise there?”

“She’s doing girl stuff with Karen in the bathroom. Will it wait ’til tomorrow?”

“Sure. Her mate’s still there then? I thought she was catching a train back to Luton.”

“Milton Keynes, but she missed it so we have a house guest.”

“So no naughtiness with Denise tonight? Poor boy!”

“Bitch. Don’t gloat. I think I can survive a night without shagging Denise.” True, especially as he’d shagged Karen instead. No need to mention that though.

“You’d never think so to see the two of you together.”

“Christ, If you ever fall in love I’m gonna take the piss out of you so much…”

“Oooh! I’m shaking in my boots. Wait a sec! I’m not wearing boots.”

“Be nice. I still paying your wages ’til midnight. Remember?”

“Yes Boss.” Gail’s voice drips sarcasm.

“And if I’m paying you so you can screw my best mate, what does that make you?” Aaron twists the knife.

“Fucking good value!” Gail wins.

“Touché you brazen tart. Stick Chris back on will you?”

“Sure. Say hi to Denise for me.” And, with the sound of a fumbled handset, she was gone.

“You not getting any tonight Mate?” Naturally, Chris had heard about Karen stopping over.

“What d’you think?” Aaron resorts to a bit of reverse psychology. Even with his newfound self-confidence, Chris will assume Aaron’s still too shy to shag with someone else in the flat.

“Yeah, well I’m gonna let you get back to playing the good host. See ya in the morning.”

“Goodnight Mate. Enjoy yourselves.”

“Count on it, Aaronboy. G’nite.”

Aaron hung up the phone, pleased that his favourite colleague and second favourite barmaid had hit it off. Now where were those girls?

Karen was smooth. The slick strokes of the razor had been quite sensual but the moisturizer Denise’s fingers were working into her now even more sensitive bits was really stirring things up. Everywhere the blade had been was now an erogenous zone and slippery fingers were making her blood boil in her belly.

“It feels good. Yah?” Denise knows it feels good. She still clearly remembers that first night with Aaron, when she shaved her own fotze.

“God, yes. But I need the loo. Too much wine.”

“Stand up.”

Denise lifts the lid behind Karen’s raised bottom and gestures for her to sit again. Karen, falling so easily into a submissive role, doesn’t think twice. She sits to pee but Denise puts her hand straight back between her legs.

“Denise, I really do need to pee.”

“So? Pee.”

Karen is too desperate to debate the issue. Hand or no hand, she cuts loose. Denise continues to work the lotion into the newly sensitised pubeless flesh, concentrating deliberately on the tops of Karen’s labia and contriving to brush her clit almost constantly. Unable to take it any longer, Karen tries, without much success, to stifle a wail of ecstasy as her orgasm washes through her body. The tinkling flow of urine is momentarily interrupted, spurting sporadically as muscles spasm and contract.

As she comes back down, sagging visibly in the aftermath of a satisfying climax, through heavy breaths, Karen murmurs “Oh my…”

“Das ist sehr gut. Yah?”

“Yeah. Oh yeah!” then, as Karen’s senses return to the real world, “God, I’m such a slut.”

“Slut? This is English for a woman who has sex with the light on. Yah?” Denise knows full well what slut means but isn’t going to admit it right now.

Aaron heard Karen coming, even from the living room. Being locked out of the girl talk was fine but being locked out of the girl-on-girl action was definitely unfair. He headed for the bathroom, rattling the handle to confirm that the door actually was locked. He was just about to knock on it when there was a click, as of a bolt being withdrawn, and the door opened. Karen looked more than a little flushed but he didn’t ponder overlong on that. He was much more interested in matters at hip height.

“Hmm.” He hummed.

“You like it?”

“Love it, but you could have let me watch.”

“I needed to pee too.” Karen’s explanation was punctuated by the belated flush of the toilet as Denise disposed of her share of the wine too.

“Like I said, you could have let me watch.”

“Ugh.”

“Yah.” Denise added “Aaron likes to watch girls make water.”

“We both do.” He amended. “Have you two finished in here now?”

“Yah.”

“And I have a promise to keep. Don’t I?” Karen stepped close enough to feel Aaron’s erection brush her belly. He didn’t need any further encouragement to pick her up bodily and carry her to the bedroom where he dropped her unceremoniously on the duvet precipitating a girlish squeal.

Denise was close behind them. She paused by Aaron for a swift but most definitely unchaste kiss before flopping down on the bed beside Karen. She kissed her in just the same manner then a solemn expression clouded her face.

“You are sure of this. Yah?”

“No. But it’s now or maybe never. I want to try everything with you two. No barriers.” Karen pauses, sounding nervous: really nervous. Aaron wonders if this must have been what it was like for whoever got her proper cherry. “I guess… yes… I really want this.”

“Want what?” Aaron asks. Both girl’s look to him at the foot of the bed, standing proud and casually stroking yet another world class stiffy. “Tell me what you want Karen.”

“I w- I want you…” She blushes as she tries to say it.

“Say the words, Liebchen” Denise coos in Karen’s ear as her fingers curl around one pert breast.

Karen takes a deep breath, doing wonderful things for her bosom. “I want you to fuck my bum!” She practically shouts.

“I thought you’d never ask.” Aaron smirks. “Show me.”

Karen makes to turn over onto her hands and knees but Denise stops her. “Nein. Not that way. Legs up und apart. So.” So saying, Denise gently draws Karen’s knees up until they’re either side of her breasts.

“But you are always on your knees. You said it was best that way.” Karen’s apparently confused.

“Yah. It is best for me. So Aaron can be forceful. You will not enjoy that so much I think. This way, he can see you and will know if he must be slower.”

“Denise knows best. “Aaron observes as Karen looks to him for affirmation. “Trust her. She’s had more practice at this than we have.” He kneels down, the better to see the current object of his desires. Karen’s freshly denuded pussy is moist and pink, nestled between her updrawn thighs. He runs his index fingers along her puffy labia, starting either side of her clitoral hood and slowly descending past the ever-so-slightly open entrance to her pussy proper, then apart, drawing the puckered skin taut around her anus. His palms flat on her buttocks, he spreads the already totally exposed girl even wider, marvelling at how her sphincter pouts at him. He is just about to yield to the temptation to kiss it when the silence is broken by a faint high-pitched raspberry sound.

Karen’s legs shoot past Aaron’s ear, nearly kicking him as she rolls over, away from Denise and buries her face in the duvet, her torso convulsing. Is she sobbing? No, laughing. Blushing too. Though neither of her lovers can see her face, it’s hard to miss the pink wash over her neck.

“Oh, how embarrassing.” She mumbles around a faceful of duvet.

Aaron grabs her calves and flips her over onto her back where Karen tries in vain to hide her blushes in Denise’s bosom.

“Gefurzt sie?” Denise asks, through her own stifled laughter. “You…to make wind, the word is?” She looks to Aaron for grammatical assistance.

“She farted.” He’s smirking too.

“Yah. farted! You farted.”

“Yes. Oh God, how embarrassing is that?” She’s still hiding her blushes behind her hands.

“Das ist eine Kleinigkeit!… That is nothing” Denise draws Karen’s wrists away from her face, unveiling the crimson shame burning beneath.

“Das ist alles nur Angeberei” Aaron adds, showing off his improving command of German. Denise makes a long arm to grab a pillow and hurls it at him.

“What did he say?” Karen asks, realizing it was obviously not a good thing.

“That is nothing…but hot air” Aaron owns up, having the wit to look at least a little bit sheepish. This time, Karen swings a pillow at him, embarrassment forgotten in her haste to punish Aaron’s crassness. She has the sense to hang onto the pillowcase so that when Aaron dodges back, making her miss, she gets another swipe in. It connects. Aaron grabs the first pillow up off the floor to retaliate and in short order finds himself on the losing end of a full blown pillow fight.

“Pax! Pax!… I surrender.” Aaron drops his own pillow to clasp his hands over his crotch, shielding himself from the onslaught of cruelly aimed blows. Two or three more for luck, then the girls take pity on him. As the three catch their breath, all looking rather flushed, Karen flops back onto the bed, drawing Denise down beside her. Turning to meet Denise’s gaze she says, “Send him to sleep on the sofa and you and I ‘ll make a night of it.”

“Nein. It is Aaron’s bed und there is no lock on the door. He will sneak back und catch us I think.”

“Too bloody right!” Aaron pronounces. “I wear the trousers in this house.” He looks down at his blatant erection. “ok… Maybe not right at this moment, but when they’re being worn, they’re being worn by me. Before we were so rudely interrupted by Hurricane Karen here…” Aaron’s monologue peters out. The girl’s are looking suitably chastened. Not that he’s dumb enough to believe that for an instant.

Karen swings her legs back up, reaching down to draw her own butt cheeks wide. “Sorry Aaron.” She sounds little-girlishly contrite but her eyes are smouldering.

“That’s more like it.” Aaron kneels to continue where he left off, caressing the skin around her ass, feeling its texture change the closer he gets. He leans in to kiss Karen’s bottom, letting the very tip of his tongue play over and around the sensitive declivity. A faint moan escapes her lips only to be stifled as Denise leans in to kiss her, sliding a hand down her torso to tease Karen’s clit. Aaron’s tongue feels as intrusive as Denise’s, delving, probing, exploring. Like her mouth, Karen’s ass is yielding to the ministrations of her lover’s tongue. She feels that old familiar stirring sensation deep in her abdomen and knows that her juices must be flowing from her by now.

And sure enough, the first trickle is edging towards Aaron’s tongue like a lava flow. Denise’s fingers work their magic so swiftly. Karen feels she will come before Aaron even gets started. Then, as if by a prearranged signal, they stop. Denise’s hand moves away. Their lips part company. Aaron gets to his feet. She was so close! They’re so cruel.

“I will prepare you. Yah?” Denise holds up a tube of lube so there’s no misunderstanding her meaning. “Und you must prepare Aaron also.”

As Denise exchanges places with Aaron, Karen realizes what preparing Aaron means. His cock is already more than hard enough and is bobbing excitedly to and fro in front of her face but she remembers his little ritual of kissing the rod. Karen lifts her head up as far as is comfortable and opens her mouth as Aaron guides this gleaming plum coloured glans past her parted lips. The single tear weeping from its eye is saline on her tongue as her teeth close gently behind his helmet, holding him firm while she teases and caresses his swollen member. Her mouth is so completely filled by it that she again starts to doubt that it is possible to do what they are about to.

Denise squirts a generous blob of lubricant onto two fingers and presses them to the tiny puckered ring still glistening with her boyfriend’s saliva. Karen tenses slightly at the coolness of the lotion but swiftly relaxes again as Denise’s fingers make little circling motions, massaging the sensitive skin. The pressure slowly increases until suddenly, one long slim finger pops past the resistance of her sphincter and slides smoothly in two knuckles deep. Karen would have gasped if she hadn’t got a mouthful of Aaron but her eyes widen momentarily. A few swirls of that finger precipitate the tingly, tickly sensations Karen’s managed on her own. She relaxes into it.

Denise is gentle but definitely not tardy and in short order a second digit slides in, alongside the first. This is familiar too, though its about as much as Karen has tried by herself. Denise rotates her two fingers through 180 degrees and back again. This is new! Karen’s abdomen twitches as her internal muscles pulse against the pleasant intrusion, inadvertently squeezing a drop or two of juice from her glistening pussy. Its caught by Denise’s free hand and massaged into the now smooth, puffy pinkness of Karen’s labia. The two buried fingers rotate back and forth, back and forth. Is Karen imagining it or do they feel looser? Without warning, two fingers slide almost all the way out, become three and slide surprisingly easily back in. This time, as well as rotating them, Denise pistons in and out, withdrawing to the first knuckle then pushing back into Karen’s ass, a fraction deeper with each stroke. Her three fingers make a wedge perhaps 5 centimetres at their base and Denise is determined to get there before she lets Aaron loose. She squeezes another blob of the cold lube onto her half hidden fingers and cranks the pace up a notch.

Aaron realizes that Karen’ ass is nearly ready because she is increasingly unable to concentrate on sucking his cock. Perhaps its just as well since, when she does concentrate, Karen’s mouth could seriously curtail his willpower. He withdraws and moves to watch Denise’s progress.

Karen is also free to watch her own ravishment now. She strains to see Denise’s fingers but her pussy is in the way. She never thought she’d think that! Her internal muscles are churning in response to Denise’s caresses. Christ! How wrong is this? A few weeks back, she’d had sex only with regular boyfriends, three in total, and had only been brave enough to try oral sex with the last one. Now here she is, legs akimbo, with another girl’s fingers up her bum and ready and willing to be fucked there! What a slut! And what a time she’s having of it! She wants it. She wants to feel Aaron’s enormous cock right up her bum, right now! Why’s Denise taking so long? Can’t she see Karen’s ready?

Denise can see. A couple more determined plunges and her fingers are completely buried. Now it’s Aaron’s turn. There’s an obscene squelch as her much lubed fingers slip out of Karen’s ass leaving a gaping dark hole that slowly starts to pucker closed. Denise wipes the lubricant from her fingers before taking the proffered condom from Aaron and rolling it onto his penis, smoothing the tight latex down to the hilt. She reaches for the lube again and smears it liberally over his wrapped cock. Only then does she cede her position between Karen’s thighs to him. She clambers onto the bed to get a bird’s eye view of the action. She looks so keen anyone would think it was her about to get sodomized.

Aaron kneels on a couple of pillows to get his hips at just the right height and ever so gently presses the tip of his cock to Karen’s almost closed sphincter.

Karen gropes for Denise’s hand for emotional support, ready for the inevitable. “Do it.” Her eyes meet Aaron’s. “Do it.” She repeats, louder. He pushes forward, encountering resistance. Karen is tensing. A gasp of discomfort escapes her lips and Aaron eases back.

“You must relax. Yah?” Denise, alerted by Karen’s gasp turns to face her. “Relax und breathe deeply. So.” Denise takes a long drawn breath to demonstrate, holding Karen’s attention.

Aaron watches for his opportunity as Karen breathes in time with Denise. Breathes in. Breathes out. Now! He pushes again, without warning. There is a moment of resistance and he’s in. By the time Karen tenses up again, it’s too late: Aaron’s glans is well and truly lodged in her ass. That one push had made Karen’s eyes water a little but it wasn’t so bad and she relaxes, realizing the hard part is over.

Aaron waits for her to relax completely, giving Denise a chance to take a peek. It has to be one of the most erotic sights in the world — a young girl’s sphincter stretched around your dick. It’s a pity his camera’s out of reach. Oh well.

Denise isn’t telepathic but it doesn’t take clairvoyance to know that her boyfriend would like to capture this moment for posterity. She bounces off the bed to fetch the camera and capture the moment for him. The view is enhanced immeasurably when Karen pinches her labia and draws her glistening wet pussy open in the classic pornstar butterfly.

“Yah. Das ist gut.” Denise takes a second shot, then a third. “Being a slut ist gut I think. Yah?”

“Yeah. I’m lovin’ it. Now put that thing down and let me lick you.” Karen is conscious of the fact Denise isn’t getting much action tonight and is more than eager to make it up to her. After all, she did come here for her lesbian initiation.

Karen releases her hold on her pussy, stretching her arms high over her head so Denise can straddle her. With Denise perfectly in place above her face, Karen moves her arms back down until her triceps press against Denise’s calves and her hands can caress Denise’s thighs and buttocks. Presented so precipitously with Denise’s pungently aromatic nether regions, Karen wastes not a moment on thought before diving in, tongue first. Denise gyrates slowly over the girl’s face, so Karen’s tongue can more easily reach all those deliciously sensitive places she so recently discovered. Inspired by the sight of Karen’s cum covered chin and her rubicund lower lip brushing over his girlfriend’s clit, Aaron quickens his strokes, powering into Karen’s bum until his balls slap against her buttocks and withdrawing until her distended sphincter is cinched tight around the base of his glans.

To steady herself, Denise rests her hands on Karen’s pelvis, using her fingertips to tease apart the puffy, moist lips, much as Karen had done herself. Denise’s thumbs work either side of Karen’s clitoral hood, alternately sliding down over it, drawing stifled moans from the vicinity of her own fotze. The sight of Aaron’s glorious penis ravishing her new girlfriend and the ecstatic sensations of Karen’s tongue dancing from clitoris to anus is carrying her headlong toward her own climax. She looks up, catching Aaron’s eye and locking gazes with him. He must know how close she is. Is he close too? She desperately wants them to share the moment.

Aaron is transfixed by Denise’s face. He has no more thought for the vision of depravity surrounding his cock. No thought of the innocent’s pussy spread open like a pinned butterfly, the glistening pink ring that’s gripping him like the devil’s fist as he commits the mortal sin and delightful defilement of sodomy. His attention is commanded solely by Denise’s expression — That beautiful face he adores so much, and all the little signs that presage orgasm. The flaring of her nostrils, the raggedness of her indrawn breath, the dilating pupils and the sheen of perspiration at her temples. Spurred on by his love’s impending climax, he pounds into Karen with abandon, heedless now of the need to be gentle with her this first time. He can feel his balls tightening, sense his own climax building but — too slowly — gotta go faster. Gotta catch up to Denise. Harder.

Karen drags Denise’s crotch against her face, burying herself in musky flesh to stifle her cries as Aaron’s accelerating penetrations seem to be rending her apart. She wants to scream but she doesn’t want him to stop. Deep down, past all the pain and exquisite sensation, the last sane bit of her knows that her friends would not do anything to harm her. She gags herself on Denise’s pussy, howling voicelessly into the depths of her body until the pain ebbs away.

Denise’s climax rises through her like a shockwave as Karen’s bared teeth press against her crotch. Her mouth forms an O and her last expelled breath forms the same single, long vowel, “Oooooooooo” as her eyes first widen then shut tight and she slips into unconsciousness. Slumped on top of Karen’s prostrate and impaled form, she misses the electrocution-like convulsion of Aaron’s body as he pours his seed into the depths of Karen’s abdomen. She misses the shrieks as Karen comes in perfect synch with her ravisher, her gaping but empty pussy convulsing and a brief, hot stream of urine jetting from her as Denise’s weight on her pelvis and the violent spasms of her abdominal muscles squeeze on her bladder. She misses the obscene gaping of Karen’s bum as it finally relinquishes its hold on Aaron’s softening cock. She misses Aaron stumbling as he tries and fails to stand on trembling legs.

Denise wakens. The world slowly coming into focus. Someone is whispering her name. “Denise…Denise…” Aaron’s voice. Someone’s stroking her brow. Aaron’s hand. “Denise…”

“Yah. I am awake. Das war zum schreien.” She is lying on the bed the wrong way around. Karen is beside her, panting heavily, her spread legs dangling over the foot of the bed. Aaron is on the floor, she can see only his head and shoulders and the arm reached out to her.

“Denise… Liebchen… Ich liebe dich.” Aaron’s voice is soft but guttural, his gaze holds hers with passionate intensity.

“Ich liebe dich.” She whispers back, Reaching for his hand and squeezing it tightly. They rest just so a moment longer before it dawns on Denise that they’re not alone. Her vitality slowly returning, she disentangles herself from Karen and turns a little to face her. “Und you are ok also. Yah?”

“Oh yeah. That was — well, I came! I didn’t really expect that.” Karen props herself up on her elbows. She looks flushed with her exertions and her face is glistening with Denise’s juices. She glances down at the tiny triangle of duvet visible between her spread thighs and at the dark patch formed by her little accident. If she blushes, it doesn’t show. “Sorry about your duvet.”

Denise glances at the wet mark and puts two and two together. “Das ist ok. Aaron likes this I think.”

“But we usually only do it in the shower.” Aaron notes, smiling at Karen.

“I thought you were joking about that!” Karen looks at Denise with surprise.

“Nein. On my first morning with Aaron, he heard me making water and it made him hard. He was very embarrassed. Yah?” She throws Aaron a smile.

“And how. Karen, you wouldn’t believe how shy I was back then — before Denise cured me. Cured me completely with zero possibility of a relapse.”

“That I believe.” Karen interjects.

“Well, some other time, I’ll tell you the whole sordid story of how Denise worked this minor miracle. Right now though, I need a water variety shower. We all do.”

“Yah.”

“And how!” Karen tries to get up but it’s a struggle. “If someone would lend a hand.” She reaches towards Aaron who, in turn, reaches for her hand.

“Nein. Aaron can go und start the shower. First I must see that you are not damaged.” Denise’s hand on Karen’s breast arrests any attempt to rise.

“Don’t look so worried.” Aaron says, seeing Karen’s eyes widen. “She just wants an excuse to view my handiwork. I’ll turn the shower on.” This last is a response to Denise’s mildly chastising look. He hastens to his feet and leaves the girls to it.

By the time Aaron had dumped his condom, grabbed the rest of the towels from the airing cupboard, turned on the shower and got wet, he was joined by two smugly dishevelled girls.

“So how’s your bum?” he pats Karen’s posterior the instant she comes within reach.

“Fine. Denise kissed it better.” Karen presses close to him, smiling innocently.

Innocent! After the debaucheries of the last few hours? Aaron draws Denise close with his free arm, meeting her lips for a time stopping kiss.

“Happy Birthday, Leibling. You enjoyed your present. Yah?”

“Very much. And I’m glad I haven’t broken my new toy.” He turns his head to kiss Karen too. “You’re the best present I’ve ever had.”

Karen beams with pride and affection. She’s had a marvellous time too and Aaron doesn’t know yet that She and Denise have bigger, long term plans. “Soap?” she glances at Denise.

“Yah. Before the water goes cold.”

Aaron takes the hint, releases his hold on the girls and passes the shower gel to one, the shampoo to the other. The shower cubicle’s still a squeeze for three. It’s a good job they’re well acquainted. Soap, shampoo and hot water are all sufficient for their needs and after a few minutes of mutual soapy slathering and rinsing, Aaron ends up with the short straw and finds himself drying off with only a hand towel, the decent sized ones having been strategically draped around naked girls as turbans and togas.

It takes no time at all to swap the rumpled, sweaty and damp duvet for the one off the spare bed and just a little longer to negotiate who gets to be in the middle. Denise finally wins this position of honour as Aaron has to be up first in the morning for work and Karen, conscious of her status as guest, makes excuses about her bladder to place Denise in her boyfriend’s arms.

None of them bothers to check the time. They’re all exhausted and sated and ready for a night’s sleep. So, at some late but un-noted hour, Aaron falls asleep with Denise’s still damp hair cool against his shoulder.

At 5:30 AM, two whole hours before his alarm clock should have woken him, Aaron was answering his mobile phone from the bleary eyed stupor of the abruptly woken.

“Yeah?”

“Aaron Boy! Grab your trousers and passport. You’ve got 45 minutes to check in at Waterloo.” Chris sounded altogether too chirpy for this godforsaken hour.

“What?… Why?…” Aaron’s brain was resisting all attempts at extradition from the Land of Nod.

“There’s been an incident in Paris. Someone took a pot shot at our PM. See you at the station.” Chris was gone. If Aaron wanted a fuller explanation, he’d just have to drag his ass down to Waterloo International and beat it out of his photographer. He got up.

Careful not to disturb the sleeping beauties, he sneaks out of the bedroom and into the shower. Being two hours ahead of schedule, there is no hot water. The remains of last night’s supply is just enough to take the edge off the cold shower which at least has the virtue of waking him fully. He re-uses a slightly damp towel that smells subtly of girl and is just lathering shaving foam onto his chin when he hears the bedroom door open and close.

“What time is it?” A very sleepy looking Karen leans against the bathroom door jamb for support and squints at him in the too bright light of the bathroom.

“About quarter to six. Did I wake you? I’m sorry.”

“You didn’t wake me, my bladder did. May I?” She gestures vaguely at the toilet.

“Sure. Be my guest. You don’t mind if I carry on shaving do you? I have a train to catch in about half an hour.” Aaron turns back to the mirror and reaches for his razor. There are dark pubes on it. He smiles at the memory of where he last saw them and rinses the blades.

“I don’t mind. After last night it’d be silly to be shy now, don’t you think?” Karen lifts the lid and sits to pee.

“Probably.” He tries to concentrate on shaving, only sneaking the briefest peek via the corner of the mirror. Karen’s reflection is smiling right at him. He smiles back. The tinkle of water on water works it’s usual spell on him and by the time Karen reaches for paper, he is at least 80% erect.

Karen eyes his obvious arousal. “It really does turn you on, doesn’t it?”

“What can I tell you? I’m a pervert.”

“A very sexy pervert though. It makes a difference.” Karen grasps his penis, stroking it to full stature.

“Karen…” Aaron struggles with his willpower. “I really don’t have time. That train won’t wait.” Karen is standing now, drawing his foreskin back and forth over his glans. At his protest, she lets go.

“I’m just teasing you, Silly. Denise said I could tease you all I wanted. She says its good for you.” She’s smiling up at him.

“Twice the teasing? Is that the price I have to pay for letting my girlfriend have a girlfriend?”

“It’s the price you will pay for having six holes to stick this in.” She slaps his hard-on playfully. “Instead the usual limit of two if you’re lucky and three if you’re very lucky.”

“Six? Not five?”

“Six. Now I’m going back to bed. Any message for our girlfriend when she wakes up?”

“Our girlfriend?” Aaron is bemused by the description of Denise. “Just tell her I love her to bits, all her bits, and I’ll call her later.” He sweeps Karen up in his arms, kissing her passionately and getting good measure in return. “ Give her that too.”

“I will. Don’t I get one?”

Another equally passionate exchange of saliva seems to satisfy his “birthday present”. She sways delightfully as she walks back to the bedroom.

Aaron watches her leave, admiring the view. Six? He’s delighted to know that sweet bottom is not just for show and that last night was not a one off.

As fully awake as he’s likely to be today, Aaron has the presence of mind to call for a taxi as soon as he gets out of the bathroom. He’s dressed except for a tie when the doorbell announces the cabbie’s arrival. Oh well, he’ll pick a new one up at the station. He stuffs his passport into a jacket pocket and legs it down the stairs, praying to the gods of traffic that London will be quiet at this hour.

“Coffee.” Chris is standing by the check-in barrier with a styrofoam cup in each hand and a bulky bag over one shoulder. “You do not look like you had an early night.”

“Thanks.” Aaron takes the proffered cup, sniffing the wonderful aroma of freshly brewed coffee. “You remembered the sugar, right?”

“Of course I remembered. Let’s catch this train. You can tell me why you look so tired on the way to Paris.”

They made it through all the bureaucracy with a little under five minutes to spare and found a quiet corner of the departure area to talk in while waiting to board their train.

Chris gave Aaron the low-down on what had happened in Paris and why they were going there instead of someone from the international desk. Apparently, they were all on assignment elsewhere and, given the proximity of London to Paris, the Ed decided to roust Aaron and Chris. Aaron had slept through the first call, the duty editor, but Chris had been more persistent, ringing repeatedly until he got an answer.

“Y’no Chris, there’s a reason they have an international desk. They all speak several languages. Last I heard, the only French either of us knew was on menus.”

“So? Paris on expenses and an opportunity to bring back something nice for the girls.”

“The girls?” Aaron looks momentarily guilty.

“Denise and Gail? Our girlfriends?”

Aaron is relieved to hear that “the girls” was not a reference to Karen. “So one evening out and Gail’s your girlfriend? Do tell.”

“Tonight’s her night off. Remember? As it’s our second date, a spontaneous gift from my daytrip to Paris will not go amiss. It’d do you no harm to spoil Denise a bit either.”

“I don’t need to bribe Denise to get her into bed. We’re in love you know.”

“How could I possibly not know? I don’t have to bribe Gail either. She’s not a tease. Definitely not a tease.”

“Meaning you got laid last night.”

“Meaning she doesn’t lead blokes on then play hard to get.”

“So you did get laid last night. What time was it?”

“Yes. I got laid last night. What time was it? What sort of question is that?”

“What time? Before or after midnight?”

“After, I think.”

“Good.”

“Explain.”

“I was paying Gail’s wages so she could have the night off but her shift finished at midnight so at least I wasn’t paying her to fuck you. I like you mate, but not that much.”

“Gee, Thanks!” Chris feigns a hurt look. “At least I got some last night. How come you’re so tired?”

It occurs to Aaron that the absolute truth at this point has two virtues. Firstly, Aaron will not believe it and, secondly, there’s no hope of Denise keeping quiet about it so he might as well save himself the hassle of coming up with a creative lie.

“That friend of Denise’s? Karen?”

“Yeah. You said she stayed over because she missed her train home.”

“Well, she was my birthday present from Denise. Quite wore me out.” Aaron looks smug.

“Bollocks.”

“Girl on girl action, a little ménage-a-trois…”

“I thought you didn’t know any French.”

“Our train’s boarding. Shall we?” Aaron picks up his satchel and the conversation stalls as they find their assigned seats and settle in for the subterranean dash to Europe.

Chris doesn’t raise the subject of Aaron’s tiredness or his preposterous lie again. Once out of London, the Kent countryside flashing by in the early light, Aaron stands the second round of caffeine and croissants, a full English fry-up being unavailable. Just outside Ashford, Aaron takes a call from his editor, briefing him on what’s expected in Paris. The Tunnel cuts conversation short but, having enough to be going on with, Aaron passes the time preparing for the press conference. If the train’s on time, they’ll make it easily.

As they resurface in France, with rather more daylight, Aaron calls in to finish the abbreviated conversation with the Ed. The story’s growing by the hour. A good piece here could mean a front page by-line on the afternoon editions. Time to earn his pay.

By lunchtime, their work is done. The press conference took only half an hour. Chris took off straight after, to get some shots at the scene of the incident including a morbidly excellent one of the assailant’s blood on the pavement inside the cordon tape. While Chris was gone, Aaron found a café with a wi-fi hotspot and sat down to write his piece. He was ready to email it to the Ed when Chris found him and passed him the camera’s flash memory. Words and pictures were back in London before their coffee was cold. On the principle that there may be more news to report this afternoon, they killed time indulging in retail therapy at the Trocadero. Chris had been right about spoiling Denise. It was one of his better ideas. He picked out some exquisite lingerie for her and, with Chris distracted elsewhere, bought two of each, not wanting to leave Karen out. During yet another refreshment break, Aaron phoned Denise as promised.

“Hi Liebchen.”

“Guten tag! You were out early this morning.”

“Very early. I’m phoning from Paris.”

“Paris? Warum?… Why?”

“Pick up the afternoon Standard and you can read all about it. Did you have a good morning?”

“Yah. Karen und I had lots of fun.” Her tone makes it clear what fun means.

“I bet.”

“Did you tell Chris about your birthday present?”

“What d’you think?”

“I think you are still too shy to tell him.” Denise baits him.

“Actually, Leibchen, I did tell him. He says I tell lies.”

“So. You are not shy any more? This is good I think.”

“He nailed Gail last night.”

“Yah. Gail is easy.”

Aaron bursts out laughing. “I’d better not repeat that. It sounds awful.”

“This is not the correct way to say it?”

“Oh, it’s correct. Just not very polite.” He’s getting quizzical looks from Chris, who’s trying to follow one half of the conversation. “Did you two go shopping at all?”

“Yah. Before Karen caught her train, we bought her ein grosse innenrüttler.”

“A big?…Ah! A big vibrator?” Aaron glances at Chris who looks startled, then incredulous.

“Yah. As big as you. She will bring it to show you at the weekend.”

“The weekend?”

“Yah. She will come tomorrow night until Sunday. You do not mind that I invite her?”

“No. I don’t mind. Is this going to be a regular thing?”

“Yah. Also, I am to ask Ernesto if he needs more staff.”

“Karen wants a job?”

“Yah.”

“Great!”

“So? You are bored of me and want a new girlfriend?”

“Don’t tease about that. I love you. I need you. I don’t want to live without you. Phone Karen and tell her never to darken my doorstep again. I won’t let her come between us.”

“Nein.” Denise is laughing now. “I think it is good when she comes between us.”

“I’m trying to be all solemn and sincere here and all you can do is get rude.”

“Ich leibe dich.” Denise sounds serious again.

“Ich leibe dich.” Aaron always uses the German when he’s being really sincere.

“Und it is fun to share Karen. Yah?”

“Yes. But not tonight.”

“Tonight?”

“Tonight. Tonight we’ll catch up on what I had pencilled in for last night… before you so wonderfully spoiled my plans.”

“So. You will come home tonight then?”

“Have to. Chris is pining for Gail and she’d never forgive me if I was in any way responsible for wasting her night off.”

“This is true. You will come to Southside. Yah?”

“Sure. Later Leibchen.”

“Küsse.”

The phone purred as she hung up. Aaron looked over at Chris who seemed about to explode with questions.

“What?”

“Aaron Boy. You weren’t bullshitting, were you?”

“When?”

“When you said that brunette was your birthday present.”

“Yes.”

“Yes, you were bullshitting?”

“Yes, I wasn’t bullshitting.”

“Geez! Mate!” Chris is shaking his head as if to shake his thoughts into some semblance of order. “Why?”

“Why would Denise let me? Because she’s bisexual.”

“Denise?”

“Both of them. Denise likes to dine in the downstairs restaurant from time to time. She seduced Karen in Manchester where they were roommates and, being fair, reckons if she can have sex with Karen, so can I.”

“And you didn’t mind your girlfriend playing away when she was away?”

“Like I told her, if she wants to eat pussy, its not like I have one so it’s not really cheating on me if she gets that elsewhere.”

“Aaron Boy, that girl has changed you.”

“For the better, I reckon.”

“She’s created a monster!”

“You’re just jealous.”

“Too fuckin’ right I’m jealous. I only have one girl to fuck.”

“If I play that back to Gail, you won’t even have that.” Aaron nods at the pearlcorder on the table. It’s running.

“You wouldn’t.” Chris looks panic stricken.

“No, I wouldn’t do that to a mate. Especially a mate who keeps my sordid little secrets out of the public domain.”

“So you won’t tell if I don’t tell?”

“Precisely.” Aaron smiles innocently, as if he hadn’t just blackmailed his best mate into silence.

“Deal. But you wound me Mate. How long have we been friends?”

“Long enough for me to know how indiscrete you can be. Where are you taking Gail tonight?” Aaron draws a line under the subject of his special arrangement.

“TGIs.”

“Gonna get her tipsy on cocktails huh? It’ll be expensive. She’s not easy to get drunk.”

“I don’t need to get her drunk, just nicely lubricated.”

“You’re a class act Mate. A class act.” The ironic tone is not wasted on Chris.

“Fuck off!”

Aaron’s phone picked this moment to interrupt. They had more work to do. It was 6PM when they finally left Paris. By prearrangement, Gail met Chris at Waterloo. Aaron volunteered to take the camera bag as he had about three hours to kill before Denise finished work, so was heading to his office to tidy up some loose ends. It was all quiet in the newsroom so he stashed Chris’ kit in his desk drawer and soon found himself back in Covent Garden. Denise looked radiant behind the bar and greeted him with a deep and unhurried kiss and an ice cold Heineken.

“You are hungry. Yah?”

“I think I could force down a club sandwich and fries and perhaps some of those zucchini dippers.”

“Ok. You must keep your strength for later.” She jots down his order and passes it through to the kitchen. “What did you buy in Paris?” She leans over the bar to gesture down at the Trocadero carrier bag.

“A present for you. But you should save it for tomorrow night because it’s for Karen too.”

“A double ended godemiché?” Her eyes twinkle.

“Godemiché?” Aaron reviews his German vocabulary and draws a blank.

“It is like a penis made of plastic.”

“A dildo. You have a one track mind. It’s lingerie, but you must wait until tomorrow and open it together. Ok?”

“Yah. I will wait.”

"Leibchen. Trust me. You won't need underwear before tomorrow night."

"You have a one track mind." She mimics his previous admonition.

"Guilty as charged. I love you and when I get you home, I'm gonna prove it to you until you can't walk."

"Yah." Denise's eyes add a hell of a lot of consent to that single syllable.