Chapter 55 #3
There was a moment of stunned silence, then Bel, from somewhere underneath Amy’s leg, said in her driest tone, “Well, that’s one to explain to hotel management.”
Amy started laughing first, then Luisa, still shaking from her orgasm, buried her face in Amy’s neck and shook with laughter, and then even Bel was laughing, all three of them lying naked on the stone floor of the balcony in the ruins of a chair.
“Inside,” Luisa managed between giggles. “Before someone comes to investigate.”
They gathered themselves, still laughing, collected their wine glasses and retreated to the bedroom, collapsing onto the bed in a heap of shared hilarity.
“I can’t believe we broke the chair,” Amy said.
“I’ll pay for it,” Bel said. “I’ve broken worse.”
“You’ve broken a chair having sex before?”
“I’ve broken a chaise longue. A chair is amateur hour.” She stretched and looked at the ceiling. “I will say though, that was worth it. You two are quite something together.” Bel looked at the two of them, naked, tangled together. “I want to see something.”
“What?” Amy asked.
“The two of you. Together. Properly.” She moved to the end of the bed, legs crossed, wine in hand, the pose of a woman settling in to watch a performance. “Show me what you two are like when it’s just you.”
Amy looked at Luisa and Luisa looked at Amy.
There was a moment of self-consciousness, being watched was different from being on their own, after all, but then Luisa smiled and pulled Amy towards her, and the self-consciousness evaporated because this was Luisa, this was them, this was what they knew.
They kissed, the chemistry uniquely theirs.
Amy’s hand went to Luisa’s face, Luisa’s went to Amy’s waist, and they fell into the rhythm that even their relatively brief time together had made instinctive.
Amy could feel Bel watching and it heightened everything, turned their private love language into a performance without changing a word of it.
“God, you two are beautiful together,” Bel said quietly.
They made love while Bel watched, Luisa on her back with Amy above her, grinding against each other slowly, their bodies moving together.
At one point Amy looked up and caught Bel’s eye, and she saw something unexpected there…
not just arousal, though that was very much there, but something else too, something almost wistful, as if she was watching something she wanted for herself.
When Amy came, followed moments later by Luisa, they held each other and whispered “te amo” into each other’s ears between kisses, and for a few seconds it was just the two of them, Bel a willing, respectful witness to something special.
Then Bel cleared her throat. “Right. Enough sentiment.” She put down her wine. “My turn to play again.”
***
They’d lost track of time entirely when Luisa, lying on her side facing Amy, said with a lazy grin, “I’ve got an idea.”
“Should I be worried?” Bel asked from somewhere behind Amy, her hand resting idly on Amy’s hip.
“Possibly.” Luisa sat up and looked at both of them, her eyes bright despite the late hour. “I want us all to… end… together. All three of us, at the same time.”
Amy pushed herself up on one elbow. “How?”
“A triangle. I go down on you, you go down on Bel, Bel goes down on me.” Luisa grinned. “If we get the positions right.”
“I’ll make it work,” Bel said, sitting up and running her fingers through her thoroughly destroyed hair. “I’ve done this before.”
“Of course you have,” Amy laughed.
“Don’t ask with whom. State secrets.”
They spent a few minutes working out the logistics, which involved a fair amount of laughter and spatial awareness, until they found positions that worked.
Amy on her side with her head between Bel’s legs, Bel with her head between Luisa’s thighs, and Luisa completing the circle with her mouth on Amy.
It was awkward for the first thirty seconds, all of them adjusting, finding angles, and then suddenly it wasn’t awkward at all. It was incredible.
The sensation of pleasuring someone while simultaneously being pleasured while also knowing that the person you were pleasuring was also pleasuring the person who was pleasuring you…
Amy’s brain nearly short-circuited trying to process it.
It was an unbroken loop of giving and receiving, each woman’s arousal feeding the others, each moan vibrating against skin and triggering a response that triggered another response.
Amy focused on Bel, using every trick she knew, while Luisa’s tongue worked at her with the magic of someone who knew her body inside out.
She could hear Bel’s breathing change, could hear Luisa’s small gasps behind her, and the knowledge that they were all building together, all climbing at the same time, was possibly the most erotic thing she had ever experienced.
The timing, impossibly, almost miraculously, worked.
Amy felt her orgasm building, could feel Bel’s body tensing against her tongue, could hear Luisa’s moans getting closer together, and the three of them crested within seconds of each other.
Bel came first with a moan that vibrated against Luisa, which pushed Luisa over the edge, her moan against Amy so intense that it triggered Amy’s own climax, and then they were all cumming, all shaking, all clinging to each other, a chain reaction of pleasure that seemed to go on and on, each woman’s orgasm extending the others’ until none of them could tell where one ended and the next began.
When it was over they lay there, the triangle collapsed into a heap, breathing hard, stunned, none of them speaking for a long time.
“That,” Bel said eventually, her voice catching, “was the single best sexual experience of my life. And I have led a remarkably varied life.”
“Same,” Amy whispered.
“Same,” Luisa agreed. “We are so doing this again one day.”
***
It got to a point where Amy’s mind was still willing but her body couldn’t take any more, and she could tell that the other two women were the same. Amy ended up sandwiched between Luisa and Bel, her head on Luisa’s shoulder while Bel’s arm was draped across her waist.
“We should definitely do that again sometime,” Amy said, smiling at Luisa before turning to look at Bel.
“I think I could find time in my diary,” Bel said, a slight smile twitching around the edge of her mouth. She looked at Luisa.
“No disagreement from me.” She paused. “Will you stay?” she asked Bel.
Bel sat up and looked at the two of them. “No.” She rested her hand affectionately on Amy’s hip. “You two look too cute together. And… I like my sleep uninterrupted.”
Amy and Luisa lay together while they watched Bel slip her clothes back on, somehow managing to look elegant even putting on a creased dress after several hours of energetic sex.
She came back over and leaned across the bed. “Amy, it’s been a genuine pleasure.” The smile told Amy she very much intended the double meaning. Then she leaned across and kissed Luisa on the cheek. “Until our next photoshoot?”
Luisa glanced at Amy for confirmation, and she nodded. “Next time.”
Bel walked to the door, paused with her hand on the handle, and looked back at them. “The chair is on me. I’ll tell reception it was the wind.” And then she was gone.
***
It was just Amy and Luisa left, curled into each other in a sweaty, happy heap.
“Open together,” Amy whispered.
“Open together.”
They lay there for a while, the night sounds of the coast drifting in through the balcony door. Amy felt Luisa’s breathing slow as she drifted towards sleep.
Amy lay awake a little longer, thinking. Bel had been amazing… funny, passionate, surprising. The evening had been everything that open together promised it could be.
But as she lay there, Luisa warm against her, the woman she loved, she found her mind drifting forward. There was Luisa, and there was Sarah.
And open together let her dare to dream… she’d thought until now that she had to choose, ultimately, between Luisa and Sarah.
Maybe, just maybe, there was another way, a way that was the best of all possible worlds, a way that meant not having to choose.
She smiled to herself, imagining what they’d just done but with Sarah instead of Bel. It should be impossible, but then that was true for everything else that had happened to Amy in the last few months.
Luisa and Sarah… that would be some night.
Amy turned her head and planted a gentle kiss on Luisa’s forehead. “Te amo,” she murmured, and Luisa cuddled up closer, weary, safe, content.