You think back to that day, which seems so long ago, even though, incredibly, it's only been three months. You visited me for the fifth time, bringing our ritual bottle of wine, that rich red wine whose sharp, sweet taste which will always be associated in my mind with orgasmic bliss. Before you arrived, I showered in cold water, scrubbing myself clean, and then took a long, hot bath, with olive oil mixed into the water, so that my skin would be soft and moist for you, and my hair silky smooth. While bathing, I could only think of you and your impending arrival, but I managed to avoid fingering myself. I sat on my bed and waited, trying to compose myself. By the time you opened my bedroom door, I was literally quivering in anticipation. You approached, dropping the wine bottle, which rolls forgotten on the floor. We kissed, our tongues caressing each other, as our arms wrapped around each other, caressing each other's bodies. You pulled back, the neediness and longing in my eyes was so obvious, and you smiled and kissed me on the forehead. You got on your knees, and started rubbing my thighs through my white cotton bathrobe, kneading the muscles, looking up at me with that mischevious, knowing grin, fully aware of my longing, and the fulfillment which you held just out of reach. I spread my legs for you, presenting my pussy to you, its mound of hair thick and soft and puffy, except lower, where the hair is already damp and matted with my arousal. My clit was almost painfully erect, angrily poking out at you. I needed you so fucking badly. You lower your head to me, slowly, your eyes closed, you open your mouth... And you give me the quickest, driest, most chaste little peck ever above my mound, and just look up at me, grinning, doing nothing. "Oh! My! God! Loriiii!" We both burst out laughing. It was just too ridiculous. I snatched a cushion and swatted you with it, and you grabbed it with both hands. We wrestled for it, and I beared my teeth and growled at you with mock ferocity. I yanked it free, then you jumped onto me, and suddenly we were kissing again, ravenously. You lowered yourself down, all seriousness now, and I spread my legs, and held the back of your head, pulling you to me. You were incredible, by now you knew exactly where my spots were, exactly how I liked it. You started of slowly, gently inserting your tongue into me, licking the inner walls, then plunged deeper, rhythmically tonguing me. You moved to my pussy lips, running them through your mouth, up and down, squeezing them between you lips, tugging at them, giving them gentle nibbles and bites. You traced your dancing toungue around my hole, and upwards, flirting with my clit, teasing it and loving it, giving it a little flick here, a little kiss there. You gave me four orgasms, each one more intense than the last, until finally, while fingering yourself frantically, you started sucking my clit as if it were a tiny penis, bobbing your head up and down. You started cumming, and gave it one last, long suck, taking all of me into your mouth, sucking at the root of me. I screamed with an enormous orgasm, and I fell back in complete exhaustion. You kept kissing me, licking the juices away, cleaning me, until you realized I was asleep. You covered me with a blanket, kissed my head, and left, closing the door gently behind you. As you walked through the hallway you were elated, but mixed with the elation was a nagging thought which refused to be supressed. That was the fifth time we did this... and still I didn't reciprocate. Sure, you came when I did, and came hard, but still, it was your fingers, your doing and effort, not mine, and it just wasn't the same, not at all. In fact, you realized that you were still incredibly horny, bad enough to make you ache. The injustice of it rankled, and the resentment somehow seemed to amplify your lust. You passed by my daughter's bedroom, and once again, that delicate youthful odor wafted at you from beneath the door. Ordinarily you would never have thought of tresspassing... but you were curious. More than curious. And the mixture of mild irritation at me and not-so-mild horniness created a weirdly reckless mood... so then, why not? You slowly push open the door. You see my daughter, Susan, sitting nude, on the edge of her bed. She was always very athletic, her body was like mine, firm and strong, and her skin glowed with health... and with something else. Her eyes were closed, and you could see her face, framed by her dirty-blond hair, cut just below the ears, and the glasses that always made her look serious beyond her years, an expression of total serenity and contentedness. You slowly opened the door a little further... You had noticed Susan always seemed to take the lead in her friendship with Ally, and we had discussed this, more than once. Susan was the bold one, the gifted one, she was always confident to a fault, she always seemed to know exactly what she wanted. If there was an activity to be planned for the two of them, Susan was always the one to plan it. Even walking together, Susan always seemed to be marching forward, with Ally following one or two footsteps behind. Ally, for her part, seemed more than happy to follow in Susan's footsteps. Her nature was shy, and uncertain, and on her own, quite lost, she seemed to take comfort and strength from Susan's strength, she was happy just to smile and nod, and laugh at Susan's jokes. She could defer decisions to Susan and so satisfy Susan's need to lead her own need to be led. In this sense, it was a perfect friendship... ...and as you opened the door, you saw this dynamic unfold before your eyes. You saw Ally, naked except for wispy, turquoise, see-through panties, on her belly on the floor, kissing my daughters feet. There was something urgent, almost frantic about her kisses, as if she desperately needed to show Susan just how deeply she adored and respected her. You were surprised... well, a little surprised, to see that Ally's face was gummy, still wet in places, and her hair was damp and matted. Either she was so intent on her task that she didn't notice you enter, or her job just took priority over everything else. Susan, however, slowly turned her head and looked you in the eyes, totally unfazed by your presence. She gave you a simmering look, with narrowed eyes and parted lips, the same look you had caught her giving you a few days earlier. It was all the invitation you needed, and feeling a little like you were stepping off a cliff, you entered the room and closed the door behind you. At this point, the scene in your mind's eye darkens. You remember my anger, that fateful day when I found you and my daughter in her bed. "How could you do this??", I seemed to keep on saying, shouting almost, again and again. "She is my *daughter*!". My feelings of hurt, the recrimination, the hollow feeling of a friendship irrepairably spoiled... As the days passed and you slowly gave up hope of ever seeing either of us again, me and Susan were engaged in daily shouting matches. At first, I forbade her from ever seeing you, so long as she lived under my roof, end of story. But slowly, her point of view became apparent to me... in her life, she had never truly felt like a woman, like a fully actualized, fully sexual, human being, until she had found Ally *and* she found you. She was happy, genuinely *happy*, with you, and ultimately, what else mattered? And moreover, we could be so happy together... *all* of us... 10 days later, I call you. At this point the stream of recollection stops and you snap awake, as if from a dream, interruped by something far more powerful and urgent. Your head jerks up and you open your eyes, and you see me, watching, standing in the doorway. Then you squeeze your eyes tightly shut and shout hoarsely as I, along with the rest of the world, become quite beside the point, as your sixth orgasm of the day thunders its way through your body. *** I breathe in the pure, sweet air of rural France, as I walk down a humble cobblestone road from the village center. Everywhere I seem to be surrounded by color. The green of the rolling meadows and fields, dotted with flowers and flowering bushes of all colors, making the finest perfumes seem cheap by comparison. The gray of the ancient road, and of the crumbling stone walls which seem as much a part of the landscape as the white stones which dot the fields. The sky, clean and blue, with crimson tones at the horizon, the entire scene like a living watercolor. The locals, too, are just as colorful, in their bright country dress and their vivid personalities, and are just as much a part of this landscape. I am carrying a covered wicker basket containing a simple meal of french bread, cheese, and the delightful local wine. I present myself in conformity with the role expected of me, the American housewife on vacation with her daughter and our friends. I dress simply, in a plain, modest white blouse, and smile at everyone. A local passes me by, an elderly gentleman wearing a beret and an old-fashioned moustache. I smile and nod, and he beams at me with rosy cheeks and nods back. The contrast between this simple exchange and what has been happening these past two weeks couldn't be more stark. I wonder, what would happen if he knew? Would he be outraged, scandalized, complain to the community leaders, demand our expulsion? Or would he continue to beam, unfazed? I finally arrive at our little villa, set back a few hundred yards from the road. Flowering vines crawl up the stone walls, and a dilapidated wheel barrow sits by the stone well, seemingly unused for centuries, as a rose bush has grown right through it. It is so beautiful. I open the door... You and Susan are on the floor, on a bed of sheets and quilts, tightly coupled in a 69, with you on top. Three pillows are under Susan's head, so that your pussy rests naturally on her mouth. Your hips are bucking into her, and shuders start to wrack your body, growing more violent. Suddenly you raise your head, and you see me, watching you. Recognition marks your face, but only for a moment, and you shout as a tremendous orgasm washes over you, making all recognition, all thought, redundant. You are hyperventilating, and I rush over to you, hold you, run my fingers over your back, kiss your forehead, kiss the nape of your neck, nibble on your ear, and your breathing slows as you come down from the intense high. You sigh, and for the moment, you are at peace. Then you let out a whimper, almost as if in pain. Susan is sucking you again, and your hips are moving again, of their own accord. You lower your head back down, latching onto her, insatiable for her, and I place one last kiss on your back and leave you two to each other. I see Ally standing, watching, further back in the house. The rich afternoon light, and her long golden hair, are draped over her perfect young body, otherwise nude except for gauzy-white panties. Before she notices me, I see the unmistakable hurt on her face. She was feeling excluded and lonely, since I was gone and Susan was involved so exclusively with you. "You're back!", and she runs up to me in her bouncy, child-like, excited way, hugs me, and stands on her tippy-toes to kiss me on the lips. I realize how, a very short a time ago, she was much too shy with me to initiate even to that extent. It makes me feel warm inside, and privledged, to watch her self-confidence develop before my eyes. Smiling broadly, I lead her by the hand to my bed. We are lying on our sides, me and Ally, facing each other, enjoying the simple fact of each other's presence. Smiling with no facade or compulsion... looking into the other's eyes, freely, with no tension... the gift and joy of reaching out at will to caress the other's body. I am also stripped down to my underwear, but this is simply for intimacy and comfort. For the first time in a very, very long time, I realize that I don't explicitly need sex. Since before I was even sexually active, there has always been this tension and urgency, this need for more, that could never be satisfied, just temporarily exhausted. But in just the two weeks we have been here, I have had so many orgasms, endless, countless orgasms, some of them monumentally, soul-wrenchingly, screaming-and-crying huge. And I realize that there is an inner peace and tranquility that I never felt before. The tension, the need, is finally gone. Ally loves to play with my bush... she places her palm over the top of my mound, then watches the hair slowly expand and fill out my underpants again... she runs her fingers through the crease of my inner thigh, where strands of hair escape their cotton confinement, holds on to them, pulling gently, before letting them escape her grasp. I smile and watch her play, running my fingers through her silky-smooth golden hair. She is smily, she giggles often, she can be so sweet and childish... she is delightful. But when her fingertips crawl, spider-like, so gently, over the cloth convering my lips, circling, teasingly, around the bulge of my clit, she looks up at me, her eyes are intent and serious, they unabashedly reveal her desire, they are the eyes of a woman, not a girl. Again, she initiates, this is so bold for her, again I marvel as her confidence unfurls before my eyes. I gasp in mock shock, and cover my mouth with my hand. "Ally! Really now!" She giggles, and her eyes are playful once more, but I can see the truth behind them. She is intent, watching me, watching for any sign of rejection. It is something I am incapable of, my inner serentity be damned, and I smile at her, nod my head. She gets on her knees and I sit on the edge of the bed, and raise my hips so that she can pull my panties down with her mouth. She always does this for me, looking me in the eyes, smiling, and I love it so much, it is so erotic. She kisses my thighs, licks along the crease between thigh and pussy. She blows on my mound, softly, eyes closed, kisses it, runs the hair through her lips. Then she lowers herself and kisses my vagina, kisses it deeply and without inhibition, and I gasp, and grab her hair with both hands. She sucks on it, runs her tongue around the rim, pressing it into the tight muscles there. I am moving my hips into her, and she tongues me deeply, in time with my thrusts. I moan loudly, a film of persperation sheening my skin. She kisses my pee hole, presses it with the tip of her tongue. She starts moving her tongue in widening circles, interspersed with little kisses and sucks, until her tongue rests against the base of my clit. She gently holds my hood between thumb and forefinger, and strokes, while pressing in and up with her tongue. I buck my hips, and she holds the position and keeps tonguing and stroking me as I shout, and cum incredibly hard, my body spasming, seeing yellow and white fireworks burst in my head, clutching and pulling at her hair. My eyes are squeezed shut, and feel her kissing me, sucking on my hole, running my soaked hair through her lips, swallowing all of my cum. I tell her I need her to cuddle with me. She gets up, and I see she is a total mess, her face and hair are completely soaked, and stray hairs are scattered around her face. I laugh at her, and her smile fades, and her eyes grow anxious. "Ally, no! You were *incredible*! It just that... while I think this is a *very* fetching look for you... here, let me clean you off a bit." She climbs up next to me, and I wipe her down with the bed sheets. Not completely though, I think my cum looks sexy on her, and it makes me feel proud, as if I have marked her as my territory. She nestles herself next to me, her head resting on my breast. I stroke her head, kiss her brow, drape my leg over her body, and we fall asleep together. I must have slept for hours, because the light which filters through the lead-glass windows of our cottage is now a rich crimson. Ally is not in bed with me. I get up, and hear the shower running, she must be washing, I did soak her pretty badly. I pass by the bathroom, and hear a rhythmic "uhhh... uhhh... oh! uhhh! uhhhh...", and I peek inside. Through the fogged up shower door I see Susan standing, with one leg over Ally's kneeling form. Susan is thrusting her strong hips, hard, both hands grabbing the back of Ally's bobbing head, her pussy meeting Ally's face with a hard, wet smacking sound. I smile and close the door. You are on the couch, naked except for a blanket, and I see you moving your hand beneath it slowly, masturbating to the sounds of Susan and Ally making love. I get under the blanket with you, and we kiss, holding each other tightly. "June, have you ever heard of a love square? You hear about love triangles all the time, but never squares." "You're right. We're in one right now. Squares are so much better, trust me, I know." It is so true. In a love triangle, jealousy is inevitable. But in a square, it is impossible, if one partner is occuiped the other is always free. We kiss again, grinding our hips into each other. I position myself so that my clit presses into yours, and the sensation sends waves of electric shocks running through both of us. We grind, and kiss deeply and urgently, until the sensation is to much and you cum, our interlocked mouths muffling your scream. We keep kissing, and I rake my pussy over yours, back and forth, and the friction of my hairs against you becomes unbearable and you cum again, your body shaking violently. I cum with you, hard, and our bodies writhe uncontrollably against each other. We never stop kissing, and hold each other, the afterglow as sweet and rich as the red French sunset. The red sunset, red like the wine you brought with you, seemingly so long ago, on that fateful day. Without that day, without the boldness which let you open my daughter's door, we wouldn't be here, this happiness would not exist. I pull back, and look you in the eyes, and say, with all the feeling in my heart: "Thank you!"