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“Right.”
She disappeared through the small door leading to the Harem Room. I rolled up my pale silk stockings and dabbed a bit of jasmine oil behind my ears. The champagne helped my body to melt a little, to go liquid with possibility. I dragged my hand across my nerve-racked stomach and let it travel down, watching it in the mirror. I slid a finger along my panty line, then under. I had been thinking about this day for a while, so no wonder I was wet.
I heard Pauline call my name. I moistened my lips with my tongue, letting my robe fall to the floor.
If the light in the dressing room was dim, it was practically nonexistent in the Harem Room, save for the dozen or so red candles flickering along the fireplace mantel. I walked in just as Pauline, straddling Ewan, was kissing a gentle path down his neck to his chest, circling a nipple with her tiny, pointed tongue. She looked up and her eyes met mine.
“Look who’s here,” she whispered to Ewan.
Eyes glazed, mouth slack, he turned to face me, his expression that of a man scarcely able to believe his continued good fortune.
“You’re from the park,” he said.
Pauline continued making her way down his torso, her hands sliding under his jeans, tugging them off. I stepped towards them, remembering now what I had found sexy about him, his bratty smile, his light blue eyes that crinkled at the corners, his freckles, his messy red hair, his incredible soccer-player body.
“Why don’t you come over here, gorgeous,” he purred, smoothing out a space next to him on the red satin sheets. “We’ve been waiting for you.”
“That’s good,” Pauline cooed, as he adjusted himself so she could more easily remove his boxers.
His beautiful erection landed along his thigh with an audible slap. Jesus Murphy. Pauline possessively wrapped her hand around it.
“Hi,” I whispered, my hands on my hips, looking for my entrance. We knew each other not at all, and yet, from our meeting in the park last summer, to now—I felt proprietary towards Ewan. My heart was pounding. I leaned over and placed my hands on the mattress, then crawled towards him like a leopard to prey, letting him take in the way the corset pressed my breasts together. Ignoring Pauline, I caged his chin with my hand, kissing him fully, my tongue darting in and out of his warm mouth, let my hand trail down to meet Pauline’s hand, as both our fingers firmly danced up and down his cock, her mouth taking in his tip, my fingers getting caught up in her wet lips.
One of his hands still circled and played with Pauline’s short, cute hair, while his other caressed my stomach, down the front of my panties, and he slid a long, muscular finger inside me. I glanced at Pauline, her mouth on his cock, sucking it, licking it, sending vibrating shocks through his body that I could feel. She stopped every once in a while to give him a bit of instruction.
“If you like what I’m doing, tell me, darlin’, tell me. Tell me my mouth is magic.”
“Fuck. It is. Your mouth is magic,” he murmured, looking down at her with astonishment.
“What do you think of Cassie?”
“She’s so beautiful,” he said, his eyes turning to take me in.
I was beside them, on my knees, reaching back to kick off my heels.
“Do you want to suck her tits? Say it, baby. Tell her to get herself naked like me. You can ask that.”
“Okay, yeah, take your clothes off, Cassie,” he said.
“She’s not wearing clothes, babe. She’s wearing lingerie. Why don’t you tell her to strip for you,” Pauline sweetly suggested, her gentle eye-roll perceptible only to me.
I stood up next to the mattress and rolled down my panties. I let them dangle from my finger inches in front of Pauline. She grabbed them, smiling, and pulled me towards her, while Ewan clasped his hands behind his head. I looked at Pauline’s perfect little mouth. I had never kissed a girl, but how different could it be? As it turns out, it was entirely different. I soon understood why some men liked women so much. Her lips were fluttery, soft and sweet, but they kept me guessing, licking and flicking, sucking and biting my lips. Ewan whimpered involuntarily as he watched Pauline’s kisses make their way down my neck to my breasts. I looked at him, my eyes half closed.
“Oh god, this is hot!” he said, and it was.
Pauline stopped what she was doing. “Baby, don’t say ‘This is hot’ like you’re watching us on TV. Say, ‘You are hot.’ You. Use my name, use Cassie’s name. Tell me what I’m doing that’s making you so fucking hard. Have you seen this dick, Cassie? It’s a masterpiece.”
Ewan groaned and grinned, his hand reaching up to pull me to him, as he told me how bad he wanted me to fuck him, how Pauline was making him crazy. She turned her attention now fully to his erection, kissing and nibbling the tip, while indicating to me to turn mine to his adorable, bliss-smeared face. He lifted my thigh over so that I was straddling him, my knees on either side of his rib cage. It blocked his view of the masterful blowjob Pauline was administering, but his warm hands circled my thighs as he gazed up at me. He lifted me so that I was suspended over his face, while he arched and moaned as Pauline’s oral ministrations brought him close to an orgasm.
“Holy fuck,” he whispered. He was tortured by this in the best possible way.
He stretched his hand up towards me.
“I want your pussy in my mouth, Cassie,” he said. “Let me taste you.”
My knees nearly buckled as I lowered onto him, his palm catching me, a thumb sliding over my clit as he centered me over his mouth, his tongue flicking me alive. I wanted to come fast, right then and there, my hands on the wall in front of me.
I threw my head back; this wasn’t going to take long. He dragged his tongue from my back to front, thrusting it into me. I arched, my back to Pauline. His hands were now on my buttocks, squeezing them and rocking my pelvis over his mouth, as my knees dug into the pillows on either side of his face.
