Virginia, Giselle and Autumn's Pas de Trois: Unfinished Pleasure, Act One (Chapter 13)

 

"Auntie Giselle!!!"

 

A barefoot, brace-faced belle bounces across her spacious front lawn to bound into Giselle's waiting arms.

 

"OMG, Zinnia calls her `auntie' – that is so fucking hot," I murmur to Autumn.

 

"Pervert," is Autumn's only, and entirely correct, reply.

 

Giselle has Zinnia up off the ground and is spinning her round and round and round.

 

"When did you get so grown up?" asks a wistful Giselle. "What happened to my baby girl?"

 

Zinnia slides down Giselle, staying in as close contact with her warm, statuesque frame as possible.

 

"I'm still small, just like you like `em!" she answers, proudly. "I mean..." Zinnia points her thumb towards Autumn and me. "...you clearly have a type."

 

Giselle blushes and bites her lips, in a rare moment of speechlessness.

 

"Hey, Autumn!" Zinnia comes over and throws her arms around my strawberry-scented girlfriend.

 

"Hi, darlin'," Autumn pulls out of the embrace just enough to look into Zinnia's face. "It's so good to see you."

 

And then those soft, blue eyes turn to size me up, over and over.

 

"So...wow..." Zinnia begins. "I mean...okay...yeah...I totally get it. You're...uh-huh..."

 

I start giggling and Giselle arrives just in time to get poked in the ribs by Zinnia's elbow.

 

"Good for you, auntie!" Zinnia exclaims before ensnaring me in a tight bear hug. "Welcome to Virginia, Virginia!"

 

I can already tell this is going to be a fun long weekend.

 

Early this morning, after Giselle served us a breakfast of fresh-baked popovers with homemade strawberry butter, coffee, and bacon (always bacon), we dropped Annabelle off before embarking on our all-day drive to Zinnia and Chelsea's home in Virginia (with a necessary stop at Faidley's in Baltimore for the best crab cakes on the planet).

 

We've arrived in the early evening, and this most welcome affection – my squeeze with Zinnia clocking in longer than the ones with Giselle and Autumn combined – recharges my travel-weary libido for the first time since my goodbye kiss with Annabelle several hours ago. I'm extra grateful that Zinnia shows no signs of ending our clinch, because I had no way of visually perceiving her body underneath her plaid flannel pajamas, but now I can feel her almost 12-year-old figure is developing cuddly curves.

 

Even though Zinnia doesn't exhibit the slightest bit of discomfort with my groping, I try to save face anyway by saying, "These feel so comfy. I love that you're already in your PJs."

 

"Aw, shucks. I'm a woman of leisure, I've been in these all day."

 

"Mmm...that sounds marvelous. I can't wait to get out of these clothes!"

 

"That makes two of us!"

 

"I mean..." I blush.

 

"I know what you mean, silly goose. Everyone's already in their sleepwear, we're having a pajama party tonight! Here, I'll show you inside so you can change."

 

"Well, my sleepwear is actually...nothing..."

 

"Ooo, la la!"

 

"But we did buy some outfits for the occasion. Shall I...model them for you?"

 

"Um...yes, please!" Zinnia grabs my suitcase and starts escorting me toward the house.

 

When I turn to follow her, I find myself faced with a beautifully bare pair of legs and feet standing on the front porch. My gaze scans up to behold a zaftig, young teen body clad in a pink sleepshirt from the New York City Ballet that reads, "The Sleeping Beauty." Her straight, scarlet hair is pulled back into a messy bun and her wide, hazel eyes are fixed on me like I'm a newly discovered mythical creature.

 

"Hey, you must be Hannah!"

 

"Must I? I mean, yeah...that's me! I'm Hannah! Hi..." Her voice is so soft and raspy...such a turn-on!

 

"Virginia...so nice to meet you!" I reach out and firmly shake her hand.

 

"Cool shirt," she says, admiring my baby tee depicting Sailors Neptune and Uranus. "Are you into the original Japanese or the American interpretation?"

 

"You mean, do I see them as lovers or as cousins?"

 

"Um...yeah..."

 

"Can't they be both?"

 

Hannah purses her lips as her cheeks flush and her eyes dart around aimlessly. I giggle and teasingly nudge her with my shoulder as I brush past.

 

Zinnia leads me upstairs by the hand: "You bloody genius!" she praises. "You've already hooked Hannah!"

 

"I'm planting seeds," I shrug. "We'll see what grows."

 

"You'll be staying down the hall, but here, let's pop into my room for the fashion show."

 

Zinnia plops my bag on her bed and begins to open it while I soak in the vibe. Her bedroom is much as I expected; a little bit goth, a little bit hippie, although a whole lot more Wicca than I would have guessed. The sounds of dinner preparation and various voices from downstairs wash over me like a warm wave of female energy.

 

"Your home is so cozy and vibrant!"

 

"Thanks!" Zinnia rifles through my clothes. "You don't seem to have packed any underwear."

 

She turns to see that I have completely stripped naked and was only wearing a t-shirt and lacy white shorts.

 

"And you're not wearing any either!"

 

"I haven't worn panties in months." I stand right next to her and yank a couple of new sleepwear sets out of my belongings.

 

"Giselle was right about you. You are BOLD."

 

"I don't know about all that. I just like to be comfy." I slip into a cami top and matching shorts with donuts printed on them.

 

Zinnia's face lights up and a beam from the setting sun streams through her window to glint off her alluring braces.

 

"You like?"

 

"I love! Except..." Zinnia picks up a hairbrush and proceeds to part my long tresses, wrangling them into twin tails and tying them off with scrunchies.

 

"Good?" I ask.

 

"Oh, yeah," Zinnia affirms, licking the corner of her mouth. She keeps scrutinizing the sleep set, however.

 

"I have this same style with cherries on them..."

 

Zinnia eyeballs my utterly bare legs for, like, a really long time, quite unsure of what to do with herself...or me, for that matter.

 

"So, I'm thinking...the whole Lolita look may be more my kink than Hannah's..."

 

"Got it...no worries!" I chirp, removing the pajamas. "I'll reserve this for when it's playtime for you and me."

 

"Aaaaaaand...you're naked again."

 

"You'll get used to it. Here, I have some more elegant items..." I slide on a lavender babydoll nightie with a bow in the front. "I also have this in pink."

 

"Okay, I thought your legs were poppin' before, but...wah-BAM! Glory be, dancers have the best legs!"

 

"Thanks!" I giggle.

 

"Now, my mom's wearing something almost exactly like this – which is totally a compliment, she's like a style icon – so if your goal is to get with her, this is the hot ticket."

 

Holy crap, did she just grant me permission to seduce her mom???

 

"Noted..." is all I can think to say as my head swims with possibilities I hadn't consciously considered.

 

"Now..." Zinnia digs in my eclectic couture again. "Hannah's taste is classy but also quirky, so how about this..." She produces a pair of lacy black bike shorts just like the white ones I was just wearing. "...with this?" Zinnia holds up a black, off shoulder tee with Japanese writing on it.

 

"Well, that's a regular outfit..."

 

"Lots of girls wear normal attire to bed..." She turns to confront my nudity again. "...which you know nothing about `cause CLEARLY we can't keep clothes on you!"

 

"I'm sure you have that influence on lots of girls," I flirt, handing her the rejected nightie as she passes me the shorts. I step into them and get a thrill out of feeling the spandex hugging my buttocks.

 

"Okay...yes..." appraises Zinnia. "The legs are working their magic..." She checks out my behind. "...and we got that cutie patootie in business."

 

Zinnia helps me on with my top.

 

"...and we've got the bare shoulder action..."

 

"This is so much fun! Will you dress me all weekend?"

 

Zinnia zones out, staring at my belly button. "Uhh...sure! Dress you...undress you...whatever!"

 

"Yay!" I titter, raising my arms in triumph.

 

Zinnia goes wide-eyed: "You know...your midriff is the crown jewel of this whole ensemble...I just –" She reaches out to grab me but stops herself. "Okay! So, I'm gonna need a few minutes to myself, so you can skedaddle and go meet the rest of the gang while I tidy up here and take care of...something..."

 

I step right up to Zinnia. "You're sure you don't want me to stay? You're all in a tizzy and I feel responsible."

 

"I would LOVE for you to stay, but..."

 

"You want Giselle to be your first, I know."

 

"Wow...you really get me."

 

"And Hannah is your OTP."

 

Zinnia lifts her face to heaven and her hand to her heart as tears well up in her pretty eyes.

 

"She so is! You're so understanding. But...ohh...you're so sweet and sexy...I wish..."

 

"Look, we seriously both need a release. I haven't gotten any since last night and you're all...het up. My bad. But we can totally satisfy each other without touching."

 

"We can?"

 

"Do you trust me?"

 

"So much."

 

I climb up on to her cushy queen bed and invite her up to join me. I indicate that Zinnia should rest against the headboard and gesture for her to toss me one of her many pillows so I can lean on the high footboard. She looks a little more relaxed luxuriating on her remaining six pillows and we face each other squarely.

 

"Now...show me what you were going to do after I left the room."

 

"Oh! Oh, my..." Zinnia fuddles. "I thought...you were going to do something to me. This is way more intimate than I expected."

 

"It is intimate...and I am doing something to you. I'm watching you, and you're watching me."

 

"Okay..." Zinnia smiles.

 

My fingers wriggle under my tight shorts until they cup my vulva. Zinnia follows my lead but with much less resistance from her pajama bottoms. I can tell that she's reached her target when her breathing slows and we both start massaging gentle circles into ourselves.

 

Zinnia's ceaseless ear-to-ear grin makes her braces look even more delectable. I keep my smile closed-mouthed and enigmatic, although I'm feeling no less elated.

 

I am way too constricted by my skimpy shorts to get any useful traction going, so I ask, "Mind if I take these off again?"

 

"Please do?"

 

I retract my hand and slip my thumbs under the waistband to peel off the practically painted-on garment.

 

"Thanks...there's literally zero wiggle room in these things."

 

"I'll bet! Umm...may I keep mine on? I'm a little shy."

 

"Keep the mystery alive, sis! You do you. I'll see your cute little bod soon enough. I love surprises."

 

"Ugh, it's all changing so fast. I feel so gangly."

 

"You're adorably caressable! You have no idea. It's taking all my self-discipline to keep my hands to myself."

 

"Oh, so you WERE feeling me up!"

 

"Naturally."

 

"You're forgiven. Especially since your hands are absolutely where they are most meant to be right now."

 

Not having the foggiest notion what she could possibly mean, I discover that my fingers have been spreading my labia wide open, putting on quite the presentation of perfect pinkness for my plucky new pal.

 

Feigning this is what I intended all along, I stroke my cheek against my one bare shoulder demurely and say, "Glad you're enjoying the show."

 

"I'll say!" Zinnia replies, her eyes becoming increasingly enthralled by my exhibition. "I've never seen another girl like this before. You're glorious! I wish I had your confidence."

 

This reminds me of one of the first things Giselle ever wrote about me in our diary – how she perceived me as this pinnacle of self-possession, when in truth all my most audacious moments have been inspired by observing Giselle. I summon all the composure she displayed the first time she masturbated for me.

 

"I wasn't born brazen. It takes practice."

 

Zinnia's mouth waters, "Do you always do this much foreplay on yourself?"

 

"Sometimes. I love the way my body responds to my touch so I could be at this for hours. And other times I just like getting in there and going to town."

 

"Yes...that! Can you show me that? Please?"

 

"Ohh...I see. You wanna unleash a wild child loose in your bed, huh?"

 

Her comely auburn locks bounce delightfully as Zinnia vigorously nods in the affirmative.

 

"Okay, but I'm warning you...she's awfully hard to put back in her cage."

 

Zinnia's eyes twinkle: "Good."

 

I place all four of my fingers on my juicy inner labia and work them around to get them nice and slick. I impulsively strike my vulva hard, creating a deliciously moist slapping sound.

 

"Oh!" cries Zinnia. She definitely didn't see that coming.

 

A wicked smirk creeps across my face as I raise my hand higher to land an even harsher smack on my poor defenseless cunt.

 

"Oh, my!" Zinnia's sustained shock may be due to my persistent punishment of my own pussy or more likely it's the chance cloud of fine mist launched by the swat from my hand slamming down on my vagina. I'd better be careful; if I'm this wet already, Zinnia may be in for sudden showers far too soon in our budding friendship.

 

An exquisite Southern breeze whispers in through the open window, distributing the hovering vapor to humidify our happy faces. My hand holds fast at its last point of impact as the last vestiges of pleasurable pain ripple throughout my nervous system.

 

I've been keeping one eye on the subtle clitoral circling underneath Zinnia's cozy PJs, and her expression of excited anticipation as she waits with baited breath for my next maneuver is all I need to light my fuse.

 

I savagely flicker my twat hell-bent for leather and Zinnia sits up to spectate like she's watching the most thrilling race of her life. My relentless rubbing lasts a solid thirty seconds until I, too, come to sit fully upright, gripping the bedspread with my free hand, mouth silently agape preceding the inevitable detonation. The naked heel of Zinnia's foot accidentally (on purpose?) brushes against mine and I heavily flop back down and burst into hysteria, shaking the bed and cackling like a woman possessed.

 

I gradually regain my chill, my climax ebbing to just a few moans and chuckles. This is the closest I've come to feeling what Giselle must experience when she has those psychokenetic giggling orgasms when she's completely over the moon.

 

"Oh, my goodness, Virginia...you are so cool."

 

Who, me? I think to myself. Oh, right! I'm playing the part of the cool girl this weekend...

 

Casting aside my signature blushing and avoidance of eye contact, I remember Autumn's instructions, blowing a kiss to Zinnia and saying, "You're sweet."

 

Seeing that Zinnia hasn't progressed beyond her idle twiddling, I pet her soft sole with my bare foot and ask, "So, what pops your cork, honey-bun?"

 

Zinnia exhales slowly. "If you keep doing that, I'll be there in no time!"

 

My amorous paw retires a couple of inches out of her reach.

 

"I'm sorry, I promised no touching. I'll stop."

 

"You don't have to! It's just...I love feet."

 

"Me too..." I say, tenderly.

 

"I mean...I really love...your feet."

 

I wriggle my toes back over to Zinnia's darling foot and resume my delicate stroking. She bites her lip and lolls her head back while her fingers rev up more deliberate diddling. As she works herself up into more of a frenzy, I am diametrically methodical in my pedal exploration. My foot lightly skims along Zinnia's curvaceous arch, orbits her rosy heel, glides back up to the smooth ball of her foot, and finally frolics with those scrumptious tootsies.

 

Zinnia slows her roll and brings her gaze forward to meet mine. She looks so tasty in her pre-orgasmic state, huffing and panting through all the tantalizing sensations. Her breathing eases and she tilts her head, smiling at me endearingly.

 

"You look so happy," I observe. "You were almost on cloud nine."

 

"Yeah...almost. I just don't want you to stop, this feels so good."

 

I rub my whole foot atop her instep and purr, "Take all the time you want, cutie-pie. I have no where better to be."

 

"Mmm, I love it when you call me pet names," Zinnia hums. Then she points at my chest and asks, "What's that say?"

 

"Hm?" I peek down at the Japanese letters on my shirt. "Oh, nothing. Autumn got it for me. It's just supposed to look cool."

 

"You don't need any help looking cool."

 

"You are such a doll!" In my outburst, my toenails idly graze Zinnia's sensitive sole and she starts giggling. "Oh...you're ticklish?"

 

"Very!"

 

"How wonderful!" I pitilessly flutter my toes at Zinnia's most delicate sweet spot and she goes through the roof.

 

"Eeeeeeeek! Virginia!!!"

 

Audible squishiness fills my ears as Zinnia rigorously agitates her clitoris. Giggles turn to ultrasonic squeals and I'm legitimately concerned for any dogs that may be in earshot. Finally, Zinnia's fingers break the sound barrier and her voice drops to bassy guffaws while her hips quake and the rustic bed creaks.

 

A breathless Zinnia puffs a strand of hair away from her face and exclaims, "Mercy me! That was amazing!"

 

Zinnia goggles at me sucking scrumptiousness from my fingers.

 

"Did you just come again??" she gawks.

 

"Of course. You're so pretty when you come, I couldn't help myself."

 

In a flash, she appears intensely innocent and fragile.

 

"You're the first to ever see me do that," she admits.

 

I sit up and reach over to fondle her foot.

 

"The first of many," I say before lifting her foot to my lips and placing a leisurely kiss just below her toes. I breathe in the clean scent of sunshine and grass. "You're gonna have the best birthday weekend ever."

 

Zinnia can't take her eyes off me as I rise and shimmy back into my shorts. I kiss the tips of my fingers and flutter them in farewell as I slowly back out of the room, making sure my alluring eyes stay on hers until the last possible second.

 

I pause just outside the door to catch my breath. Being this rad sex bunny is exciting but so exhausting! How do Autumn and Giselle keep it up? I guess it's just second nature to them and I'm still learning. Better pace myself so I don't get overwhelmed by our erotic excursion.

 

I find an upstairs bathroom to freshen up in and the chatter of many girls and the clatter and aroma of cooking fill my senses again. As I descend the stairs to meet more tempting cuties, the most tempting of them all stands there waiting for me.

 

"There she is!" Chelsea chirps. "Thought my daughter had stolen you away forever...not that I could blame her!"

 

As advertised, she's wearing a babydoll nightie similar to mine, only in yellow, and she's certainly got the goods to fill it out better than I can.

 

"Thank you so much for having me. It's so beautiful here."

 

"Welcome home, sweetpea," Chelsea sweeps me into a dreamy embrace and I'm treated to a face-full of her petite but prominent cleavage.

 

I've been waiting so long to drink in the fragrance of her skin which is warm, sweet, and citrusy, like honeysuckle. It feels like she would let me stay like this forever but that would be unseemly, so I pull back slightly to look up into her kind eyes. Chelsea smiles a toothy grin and I admire her dimples framed by her natural blonde locks. She takes my face in her soft hands and then playfully tugs at my double side pony.

 

"Did Zinnia do your hair?"

 

"Yeah...she thinks Hannah will like it."

 

"I sense an ulterior motive. My girl loves her some twin tails."

 

"Nothing covert about it. She's made her investment in my appearance quite clear."

 

"As well she should. I, for one, could stand here doting on you all night, but you have some lovely ladies waiting on introductions. Shall we?"

 

Chelsea takes my hand and brings me to the kitchen where first I shake hands with beautiful blonde Erin, who is just as winsome and soft-spoken as foretold, but damn if that peach silk chemise doesn't leave any of her curves to the imagination.

 

Then, perky pixie June greets me with a touchy-feely grapple which shouldn't have surprised me as much as it did. Definitely gotta keep my eye on her, in more ways than one, since she is simply fetching in her leggy blue cotton romper perfectly matched by her short spiky brown hair and happy-go-lucky smile that lights up the room.

 

The cute couple go back to mashing potatoes while Giselle and Autumn, still in their street clothes, messily make biscuits. I sidle up to Hannah who is snapping the ends off green beans.

 

"May I help?"

 

"Sure."

 

I snag a bean and break off one end, enjoying the crisp sound and scent of the fresh veggie. Hannah robotically stays on task, although she's intermittently distracted by my chest for Goddess knows what reason.

 

"See something you like?" I needle, bumping my hip into Hannah.

 

"I'm just wondering why your shirt says `Autumn's waifu'..."

 

I drop my beans and glare slack-jawed at Autumn.

 

"Ichigo, how could you?? You said it meant nothing!"

 

"You misunderstood me, Snowflake. I said it means EVERYTHING."

 

My cheeks burn with embarrassment and Autumn makes kissyfaces at me.

 

Erin, June, Giselle, and Chelsea make a scene gushing over the sickening display and Hannah softens the shame by asking, "You call her strawberry?"

 

"Yeah...she smells like strawberries."

 

Hannah leans over and breathes in a whiff of Autumn's lustrous jet-black hair.

 

"Oh, yeah..."

 

"So, you speak Japanese?"

 

"I'm learning." Hannah keeps working on the string beans but still can't help casting glances at me from time-to-time. "What do I smell like?"

 

Yes! I've got her on the line for sure. She's not showing a lot of skin so I get on tippy-toes to sniff her long, lovely neck.

 

"Mmm...roses."

 

"Really?" Hannah samples the scent of her own arm. "I think you're teasing me."

 

"Maybe just a little."

 

She really does smell like roses, by the way. Fresh and wholesome...for now.

 

After a moment of careful consideration, I declare, "I'm going to call you Hanaka."

 

"Oh, I would love that!"

 

"What does it mean?" Chelsea asks.

 

Hannah blushes at the realization that her aunt has been listening in on our flirtation.

 

"Oh..." Hannah's barely audible answer begins. "...it means...beautiful flower."

 

"Depending on how you write it," Autumn interjects. "It can also mean fragrant flower or summer flower, all of which..." She also takes in a deep lungful of Hannah's aroma. "...are true."

 

OMG, the emergent sexual tension is so barefaced I start running at the mouth: "And Giselle smells of lilacs and Chelsea smells like..."

 

All eyes are on me as my secret crush is exposed.

 

"...honeysuckle."

 

Chelsea favors me with rosy-cheeked kindness.

 

"What a glorious garden we all are." And with that Chelsea turns to check on the crown roast.

 

Blessedly, my indiscretion is lost on Hannah: "So, you smell like snowflakes?"

 

"No, that's...something else."

 

Autumn, intent on coaching my courting, giggles knowingly. Again, Hannah is oblivious. I can't believe how into me she seems to be!

 

Whoa! Now Hannah has bent down and has her nose buried in my nape, spiritedly inhaling my natural fragrance.

 

"Certainly no snowflake scent here..." she begins. "You're more spicy? Like a sweet spice. Cinnamon? And something more...can't quite place it..."

 

"Vanilla."

 

Hannah satisfies her exploration of my essence and straightens up again.

 

"Wow...you're complex."

 

"Oh, my dear..." I smolder at her with a sexy flip of my twin ponytails. "You don't know the half of it."

 

Hannah's eyes widen just as when she first caught sight of me, and right then Zinnia makes her entrance.

 

"I can't leave all y'all alone for five minutes without you strumpets sniffing around each other like dogs in heat..."

 

"You were gone far longer than five minutes, darling," denotes Chelsea, kissing her daughter on the temple.

 

"I had lady business to attend to," Zinnia winks in my direction. Her fingertips graze my thigh as she walks by and I follow her to the fridge to snag a seltzer.

 

"Keep it up, sis!" she whispers. "You've got Hannah eating out of the palm of your hand!"

 

"Hopefully that's not all she'll be eating out."

 

"Ooo, you're bad!" Zinnia chortles.

 

Hehe! I love that Zinnia has adopted me as her naughty little sister, but I guess that makes Chelsea my...mom? Oy vey, I'd better keep my pervy mind in check if I'm going to leave any shred of my dignity intact.

 

"Okay, girls..." Chelsea announces. "The lamb is almost ready so let's get those biscuits baking and the beans blanching..."

 

The rest of the evening goes off without further erotic incident (mostly). Following the most scrumptious homecooked meal I've ever had, six giggly tweens and teens and two courteous young adults retire to the living room, chatting into the wee hours, singing, laughing, painting one another's toenails (which certainly got a rise out of me), Giselle baking brownies, consuming said brownies, June and Giselle braiding everyone's hair...

 

My next conscious awareness is Giselle sweetly smiling at me in a marigold tulle tea gown embroidered with white flowers. It's morning. I'm in bed in the guest room. And I'm naked.

 

"Like my peach picking outfit?" Giselle asks, giving her skirt a twirl.

 

"Is that what we're calling it now?"

 

"We're going actual peach picking, Little Miss One-Track Mind!"

 

I turn my face to the window to see the just risen sun, beautiful but unwelcome.

 

"What time is it?"

 

"It's peach picking time!"

 

I groan, "What's with you? You're so not a morning person."

 

"When I'm a country girl, I am!"

 

I peek under the covers to confirm my nudity.

 

"Did I miss anything good last night?"

 

"Only falling blissfully asleep in my lap, being carried up to bed, and having a splendid skin-to-skin slumber."

 

"Mmm...I do rest better in the nude."

 

"It's our favorite sleepwear!"

 

"Sad that I missed feeling your soft skin next to mine. Can't we just stay in?"

 

"She has a point, babe." Autumn enters from the hall, looking flawless as ever in a black denim miniskirt and a Joan Jett crop top. "Plenty of sweet, juicy peaches ripe for picking right here."

 

Autumn gooses Giselle and makes her squeal before coming over to kiss me good morning.

 

"Come on...wakey, wakey, you! It's 6:30," she says, way too cheerfully.

 

"Oh, Autumn, not you, too! There's no such thing!" Then I make the fatal mistake of reaching out toward my bonny lasses. "You both look so hot. Come back to bed with me!"

 

Giselle and Autumn trap me in a no-win tug-o-war and their combined goddess strength yanks my naked ass out of bed just as Zinnia swoops in holding the most stunning lilac lace dress. Zinnia herself is sporting the comfiest blue silk brocade pajamas.

 

"Ooo! Don't start the show without me! Just look at what I found in my mom's wardrobe! This was hers when she was just a little younger than you."

 

My jaw drops. Just the thought of dressing in something of Chelsea's renders me indescribably aroused and inarticulate.

 

"It's...exquisite..."

 

"Style icon from birth, I'm telling ya." Zinnia holds the dress up against me and it looks like it'll fit perfectly. "Oh, yeah...can't believe I'm so quick to cover up your au naturel beauty, but let's get this puppy on that cute little bod immediately."

 

"I need a shower first. Care to join me?"

 

"I had one but I'm happy to watch!"

 

"Okay!"

 

Zinnia lays the dress on the bed and takes my hand to usher me through the hall to the bathroom.

 

"Good morning, Erin!" I peep, as the bosomy blonde emerges from the steamy room wearing nothing but a towel.

 

"It is now!" she reacts, her amused, wide eyes taking in my nakedness.

 

We brush past the lavender-fragranced teen to lock ourselves in the bathroom where I treat Zinnia to a slow and sensual sponging spectacle.

 

Once Zinnia helps me towel off and brushes my hair, we return to the guest room where she drapes me in the most elegant garment that's ever adorned my young body. I hadn't realized it's an off-the-shoulder dress before, and Zinnia wrangles my crimson mane into a ponytail to fully show off my supple shoulders. The finishing touches are the ruby heart necklace from my birthday and the amethyst anklet from my first date with Giselle.

 

Zinnia has me wait at the top of the stairs for my grand entrance.

 

She marches down ahead of me and gallantly announces, "I present to you all...my latest masterpiece!"

 

My bare feet descend and I can feel all eyes on me even though I only have eyes for Giselle who is the first to greet me with stunned astonishment.

 

"Oh, Virginia, you will never cease to take my breath away."

 

"That's going to be a problem since I'm always breathless around you. We'll need someone with us at all times who knows CPR."

 

June's hand shoots up fast as lightning.

 

"Oh, me! Me!" she giggles.

 

Chelsea approaches considerately, as if I'm some rare, beautiful creature she doesn't want to scare off.

 

"You're pulling off that dress far better than I ever did."

 

"I highly doubt that. But I'm game to pull off any dresses of yours anytime."

 

Chelsea is way too classy to react strongly to my flirting but she is blushing appreciably.

 

"I'm sure I can find some more of my childhood couture that will suit you."

 

Zinnia hugs me possessively from behind: "Mom! She's my dolly for the weekend!"

 

"Zinnia, what have we learned about sharing?"

 

Sharing?? WHAT IS HAPPENING. Someone better fuck me soon or I'm gonna burst.

 

Then Chelsea asks me, "Want a waffle, darlin'? Everyone else has eaten."

 

"Yes, please!"

 

I follow Chelsea to the kitchen where she starts fixing me a fresh-baked Belgian waffle while I help myself to some coffee.

 

"At the risk of incurring Zinnia's jealousy, I've put a few of my best pre-teen dresses in your room to take home."

 

"Like, for keeps?? I thought I was just borrowing this."

 

"What good are they doing in my closet when they can live again looking fabulous on you?"

 

"Wow...thank you. I promise I'll take really good care of them. But won't you want them back? What if you have another daughter?"

 

"Then you'll have outgrown them by then and can gift them to her."

 

"Oh, yeah. But at the rate I'm growing I'm not so sure."

 

"Oh, hush. You have a darling figure. I've always loved my petite body."

 

"Me too! I mean..." I'm so embarrassed I don't know whether to commit to the courtship and throw myself at her or if I should just crawl off into a corner and die.

 

Good thing Chelsea is no stranger to receiving flattery with grace. Her apple cheeks glow with charmed gentility as she plops a piping hot waffle on my plate and promptly slathers it with butter.

 

"Here, we'd better satisfy at least one of your cravings before your pretty little head pops off."

 

"Am I that transparent?"

 

"I recognize one of my own. You forget I was a wild child much like yourself before becoming the domestic goddess you see before you."

 

Regaining moxie from Chelsea's willingness to play the game, I reply, "Oh, I didn't forget, I'm counting on it."

 

Chelsea laughs, "You are a handful!"

 

"Someday I hope to be two handfuls."

 

I drown my waffle in pure maple syrup, add two strips of thick-cut bacon to my plate, and we adjourn to the sweet country air of the back patio where we continue kibitzing and Chelsea allows me to play footsie with her soft, pale bare feet under the table.

 

Once I've had my fill of food and flirtation, I rejoin the group and we all (minus Chelsea who stays behind for a richly deserved break from outstanding mommyhood) pile into Chelsea's minivan to travel to the orchard. With Giselle at the wheel, Autumn riding shotgun, and Erin and June in the center, I find myself sandwiched between Zinnia and Hannah for what I hope isn't the last time.

 

After a ten-minute ride, we arrive at the peach orchard with a quaint little barn out front that's been converted into a farm store. Most of the girls go up to the lady at the counter to get a couple of empty half-bushels to collect peaches in while Giselle makes a beeline for the back of the shop, and I follow in hot pursuit.

 

"Giselle! Aren't we picking peaches?"

 

"Patience, my love. Come help me find something."

 

I catch the eye of a chestnut-haired cutie about my age wearing a black t-shirt from a metal band I don't know. She smiles discreetly at we overdressed barefoot city girls and goes back to her work sorting seed packets behind the counter.

 

Accompanying Giselle into a nook filled with jams and jellies, I ask, "What are we looking for?"

 

"This." Giselle bends forward to kiss my long-deprived lips.

 

"Ooo! And this! Score!" Giselle snags a jar off the shelf.

 

"Giselle, behave! I'm wound up enough already!"

 

"Tell me about it! Black raspberry jam is nearly impossible to find."

 

I smile disarmingly and wait for Giselle to kiss me again which she does now with far less urgency and far more tongue. After a moment, even with my eyes blissfully closed I get the feeling we're being watched. Opening my left eye a bit, I see that hot metal chick checking us out from behind a poorly drawn curtain to a back room.

 

Sensing my distraction, Giselle ceases the smooch and turns to look at our admirer. The girl grins invitingly and curls a beckoning finger towards us. The bewitching beauty then retreats back into the darkness.

 

Giselle regards me with an expression of "Shall we?" on her face and I return the inquiry with a silent "What the hell" shrug.

 

We scurry past produce and potpourri, through the curtain into a dim kitchen accented with the aroma of freshly baking pies and apple cider donuts.

 

The smirking siren is still slowly slinking away and I simply rush up on her and start snogging the daylights out of her. She tastes of cinnamon sugar although she's the one making pleasantly contented yummy sounds.

 

I back her into a baking counter and stop kissing her briefly to reach behind to unzip my dress. The girl's dark eyes twinkle with arousal as my only clothing item drops, rendering my freckled body fully nude quick as a wink.

 

Giselle deftly catches the vintage garment before it hits the ground and finds a safe place to hang it up while I reach for the waistband of the girl's black jeans. I assay her face waiting for her blessing and she gives me a breathless nod. My fingers begin to fumble with the buttons and her voracious mouth thrusts forward to slurp up my tongue.

 

Once I finally get her pants open, I create a loud smacking noise when I pull away from her lips. Falling to my knees and yanking her jeans and underpants all the way down to her combat boots, my tongue dives in for its first taste of tangy twat in almost two days. Savoring the smoothness of this beautiful bald beaver, I peer up into the euphoric face of a fellow child with the realization of this being the first preteen pussy I've ever eaten.

 

The girl's cool chick composure doesn't stand a chance against my merciless munching and in next to no time I have her barking and growling, plainly not giving any fucks to how loud she is. She aggressively holds my head in place to ensure that every orgasmic quake impacts in my mouth.

 

Kept captive to her coochie, I have a second to process what a turn on it is to be with someone who sees what she wants and doesn't hesitate to throw caution to the wind. I guess I'm becoming one of those girls too and it's so exciting!

 

My anonymous hook-up peels my face away from her snatch and doubles over to plant the softest kiss on my moist mouth. Her brunette locks tickle my cheek when she turns her head to get a thrill out of a very naked Giselle approaching.

 

She returns to her full height in time to receive a luscious kiss from my dearest love. Giselle lifts the girl's t-shirt and I slobber my way up to her silken belly button. The shirt raises higher, revealing a glorious prepubescent chest as flat as mine, and I pounce on her perfect pink nipples. I leave her toned torso a glistening wonderland as I festoon a string of spit from tit to armpit. My gamble in testing her freak-o-meter pays off handsomely for she harshly grabs my nape to make me stay put. I gobble her underarm for a minute before she turns again to give Giselle a once-over and then shoves the lion's share of Giselle's right boob in her mouth.

 

For a woman having her first threesome with two underage hussies, Giselle is surprisingly serene especially given the real likelihood of getting caught. My sweetheart fawns over this curious kid, stroking her hair fondly, transforming the timbre of our shagging to a mellower pace. Always taking my cues from Giselle, I lazily nuzzle and peck my way back down the mostly undressed girl until I'm on my knees again, leisurely untying one of her boot laces. Sliding off the combat boot and one pant leg, I find a big, beauteous, bare foot – rough, ruddy, and smelling of pine as if she's been climbing trees in bare feet (and hopefully far less attire than that). Never being in possession of even one ounce of chill where foxy feet are concerned, I sensuously suck on all five toes at once.

 

The girl giggles and detaches from Giselle's breast. She's laughing so much, Giselle needs to prop her up. Once I'm ready to relinquish my snack, I lower her foot to the ground and get to work on the other boot.

 

Licking her chops, the strange strumpet points at Giselle's lush labia and then at her own libidinous lips. Giselle's eyes seem to ask "Really?" and the girl nods affirmatively, and Giselle wastes no time in climbing onto the counter to mount her eager face.

 

She is noticeably no novice at this as her lips and tongue dance nimbly through the forest of pubic hair and over the downy, damp terrain. Watching this random young slut pleasuring my precious girlfriend makes me want to get right in there with them so badly, but I also want to show this chick the time of her life, so once I free her opposite foot, my tongue goes to town on her heel, sole, and toes.

 

Her reborn giggling only serves to stimulate Giselle's clitoris even more as they both moan merrily. Easing up on the ticklish trollop, I lick my way up her slim leg and reinstall my tongue into her oozing honey pot.

 

I delight in the delectable vaginal drink dribbling down my cheeks and chin as I drill deeper. A trickle from above signals that my beloved is similarly besmearing the nubile nymphet with her glorious girly goo. A brave bead rolls down the girl's smooth body and happens upon my mouth, the familiar flavor mingling with the novel taste sensation. As much as I enjoy tantalizing my new toy, this amuse-bouche from mio vero amore motivates me to fast-track my tonguing so I can divert my services elsewhere.

 

Gulping down the girl's second coming, I rise to admire Giselle's creamy hindquarters. There will never come a day when I am not dazzled by the sight of her full flaxen bush framing her pretty pink labia and her succulent seductive butthole always patiently poised to receive my probing organ to fulfill her purpose.

 

French kissing her tender asshole causes Giselle's coochie to sink lower into the little lassie's lucky mouth. She groans and giggles softly, slowly grinding her cunt into the girl. Under the guidance of our young tongues, Giselle gifts the easy urchin with a gushing orgasm. I thrill to her butt cheeks slapping my face with every throb and tremble as Giselle completes her climax amid a chorus of moans and yummy noises.

 

The girl straightens up to stretch out her awkward back-bent pussy feasting position and her dripping wet face instantly lights up at the sight of me incessantly lapping at Giselle's anus. Her hand covers her heart and she bounces all aflutter over my amorous ass eating until she can't take being a bystander any more: she grabs my arm and playfully slams me against a wall, dropping to her knees and burying her face in my butt.

 

She raucously eats me out and I quit caring how loud I'm being myself. I drool deliriously while the hepped-up harlot drives her tongue deep into my favorite opening.

 

Giselle strolls over for a better view of the action and she luxuriously leans against the wall to play with herself. With one hand filled with boob and the other fiddling away at her clit, Giselle's lusty look enthralls me as the furious tongue fucking from this unfamiliar floozy has my ass coming in nothing flat.

 

A warm draft blows in through a screen door, cooling my hotter-than-the-summer-sun body. The chippie chomps my chassis a minute more before standing, looking very proud indeed. I return her cheeky smile and casually circle around behind the slender sweetie. Giselle steps up to dote on the girl's upturned face while I nestle my nose into her thick brown tresses. I daintily whisk all the hair away from her left shoulder so I can lightly plant small kisses and Giselle crouches down to mirror my movements from the front.

 

Nipping and pecking my way down her supple spine, Giselle and I reach the girl's nether regions in sync. Taking the same pregnant pause before Giselle treats the preteen twat to her tongue and mine tastes her tush, the breathless babe releases a soulful sigh. Her visceral reaction leads me to conclude that she's never been party to this style of softhearted sensuality, and I want to make her feel every nuance of anal ecstasy. While I loves me a righteous reaming as much as the next whore, it's always the slow, subtle intimacies that leave a lasting impression on me, so I'm determined to be the one who cracks this girl's world wide open, so to speak.

 

I comfortably settle in between her cheeks while Giselle and I sit on the floor entangling our legs together. Giselle's fuzzy, fiery muff bumps against my hairless honey pot purposefully but placidly as our mouths administer their measured amusements to her hot little holes.

 

My sweet smooching ceases for a second when I withdraw to take a firm buttock in each hand and spread her open for what will presumably be my only shot at perusing her precious pink pucker. Once I have mentally downloaded this image into my anal archive, the girl's breath heaves profoundly again when I resume rimming her rosy ripples. Dizzy from my most desired delicacy, I don't allow myself to come up for air for several minutes. Roundly relishing in her zesty derriere, I lightly scratch the backs of her thighs with my short fingernails.

 

With two tongues working their magic, the girl grasps my hand before blithely coming in our mouths. I finish making a whole meal out of the fresh young ass and Giselle's gyrating pussy also orgasms into my tiny cunt.

 

Any mellow afterglow to be had is ephemeral for having two beauties coming at me from both ends fires me up something fierce. Quickly getting to my feet, I spiritedly suck face with the stranger so we can both savor each other's still present anal tincture.

 

Backing her into the baking bench again, we scramble up atop the surface and desperately wrap our limbs around one another. Our lips never break their embrace as our sleek vulvae mash together. We move as one well-oiled machine until the girl sputters and pops off another unruly series of spasms.

 

Before she even has a chance to stop convulsing, I push her down to the table and clamber over to straddle her face. Riding her ready mouth, I whip my red hair around to see Giselle rushing over to pay tribute to the decadent darling's tasty tushy. The vision of my goddess' tongue tormenting that sweet little butthole emboldens me to hump harder into the frisky filly.

 

My wildly bucking hips cannot dissuade the girl's pretty eyes from leering lovingly up into mine. Just as we did through our entire erotic episode, our purely physical and visual communication affirms each other's indelible place in our sexual histories. For me, I'll forever cherish my first encounter with a nameless juvenile sexpot. And for her? Perhaps this is her first three-way and almost assuredly her inaugural anal play. If nothing else, we've all had a hell of a lot of fun.

 

The table starts to shake as cervical seismic activity rumbles from deep within me, seconds before the girl flops around rebelliously. Her tongue and Giselle's simply don't let up, so our orgasms seem endless. I needed this so badly and the unexpected circumstance of it all makes it all the more delicious.

 

I get off in her mouth one last time before freeing her face. The baby dyke sits up and comes close for gentle kisses. She swivels to serve a sassy look to Giselle. My love simply smiles back so the girl hooks her behind the head with her ankle to snare her into some satisfied smooches.

 

Giselle's cheery cheekbones glow like the ripened fruit we're supposed to be picking and I wait my turn for her lips to honor mine with their favor. Out of the corner of my eye, I glimpse the girl appreciating the epic love passing between us.

 

Giselle goes to collect our dresses while I furnish a final farewell kiss to our plucky playmate. We clothe ourselves tout de suite and the girl shows the opposite amount of urgency in attiring herself any time soon.

 

She indicates the back door as our easiest exit and we leave the girl to bask in the incandescence we generated with her.

 

Giselle and I blink at the brightness until I can focus on her regal radiance beaming down at me over the clandestine quickie we just shared. I slip my arm around my leggy lover and we amble through the orchard, giving a lick and a promise to the initially intended task.

 

Regrouping with the gang having our paltry peaches in tow, Giselle fills out our haul with a few jars of her prized black raspberry jam and some other homemade goodies.

 

Ringing us up at the counter, the woman proprietor asks, "I trust my niece helped with everything you needed?"

 

"And then some," Giselle replies.

 

I gaze across the store at the girl who makes no effort to conceal her spying on us as she stocks the shelves.

 

"Oh, good," the woman continues. "Pleasure to serve y'all today. Please come again."

 

"Always do," I say with a wiggle before Giselle drags me away for being too extra.

 

Autumn glides over stealthily as we walk towards the car.

 

"You two didn't fuck that random farm stand girl, did you?"

 

"That we did," Giselle answers.

 

"Looks like you made out well," I observe, admiring Autumn's enormous armload of peaches.

 

"Oh, Virginia...you took the words right out of my mouth."

 

Giselle and I glance over at Autumn in unison, wearing the same curious smile.

 

"A tale for another time, my loves. A tale for another time..."

 

(to be continued...)

 

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