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sense?”
Oliver laughed in disbelief. “Actualy, yes. I think that’s what
drew me to her so strongly. When she caught us with that girl,
what was her name?” He shook his head. “Never mind, it
doesn’t matter. But when she saw us there was no censure, no
shocked dismay. If anything her eyes showed even more longing.
Did you see, that first night?”
“Yes, yes I saw.” Nick straightened from the wal and dusted
Oliver’s shoulders off, tightening his cravat before patting him on
the chest. “And it’s more fun. I’m not going to pretend that
wanting you has ruined my attraction to women. I stil want to
fuck a quim, too.”
“Thank God,” Oliver said with relief. “I feel the same. I like
women. I like the way they smel and taste and feel. But I think
we both know we like them better together. There’s nothing
better than being with a woman with you, Nick. It’s everything I
want.”
“And I have a feeling that once we’re with Vanessa like that,
we’l never want another woman,” Nick said matter-of-factly.
we’l never want another woman,” Nick said matter-of-factly.
“We’ve never reacted to a woman like this. Whatever it is that
makes Vanessa perfect for us…wel, there it is. She is. Perfect, I
mean.” He opened the door and peered up and down the hal,
then gestured for Oliver to folow.
As Oliver closed the door behind them and folowed Nick to the
stairs, he hoped that Nick was right. He wanted that for them.
He wanted someone who wanted them both and could accept
them as they were. He’d never thought to find that. It might be
too much to ask of an overworked deity, but Oliver asked
anyway.
Vanessa was shaking by the time she found some privacy and a
mirror to repair her appearance. She had to sit down.
That hadn’t gone at al the way she had planned.
She covered her face with her shaking hands and took several
very deep breaths. It succeeded in settling down her racing heart
a little.
That had been the most exhilarating, terrifying, magnificent
experience of her life. They had been with her. Wel, of course
they were with her. But they had noticed her, enjoyed her, in a
way no one ever had before. There was nothing perfunctory
about their attentions upstairs. Oh no. On the contrary, every
about their attentions upstairs. Oh no. On the contrary, every
move, every breath, every touch was inspired by passion.
Passion for her. They’d desired her responses, had demanded
them and indeed had climaxed from them. Touching her body
and kissing her had excited them beyond their control.
Vanessa bit her lip and shoved her hands between her knees to
stop herself from laughing out loud and dancing around the smal
room like a lunatic. She’d never felt this alive. Her body was stil
sensitive from their lovemaking. Her breasts were tender as they
rubbed against the muslin of her undergarments. The place
between her legs—God, she’d nearly swooned to hear Nick cal
it her cunt—tingled and throbbed, wanting one of their hands
there again. Or their mouths. They’d promised mouths, and
licking.
Vanessa spun around on the smal stool to face the mirror. Her
cheeks were flushed. Her usualy plain brown eyes sparkled. Her
hair was a mess. When she saw the tangled disaster of her
coiffure Vanessa gasped and sent a prayer of thanks that no one
had seen her on her way downstairs. How Very had managed to
keep everyone away was a mystery, but Vanessa would have to
find some way to repay her. She took the pins from her hair and
used the brush beside the mirror to tame her hair. What dul hair
she’d always had, long, straight, blonde. Incredibly boring. Until
Nick had buried his hand in it and kissed her breath away. Until
Oliver had pressed his nose to it and inhaled her scent and
rubbed his cheek on it. Now it was the hair of a siren.
rubbed his cheek on it. Now it was the hair of a siren.
Vanessa laughed at her fanciful thoughts. Siren, indeed.
Oliver laughed in disbelief. “Actualy, yes. I think that’s what
drew me to her so strongly. When she caught us with that girl,
what was her name?” He shook his head. “Never mind, it
doesn’t matter. But when she saw us there was no censure, no
shocked dismay. If anything her eyes showed even more longing.
Did you see, that first night?”
“Yes, yes I saw.” Nick straightened from the wal and dusted
Oliver’s shoulders off, tightening his cravat before patting him on
the chest. “And it’s more fun. I’m not going to pretend that
wanting you has ruined my attraction to women. I stil want to
fuck a quim, too.”
“Thank God,” Oliver said with relief. “I feel the same. I like
women. I like the way they smel and taste and feel. But I think
we both know we like them better together. There’s nothing
better than being with a woman with you, Nick. It’s everything I
want.”
“And I have a feeling that once we’re with Vanessa like that,
we’l never want another woman,” Nick said matter-of-factly.
we’l never want another woman,” Nick said matter-of-factly.
“We’ve never reacted to a woman like this. Whatever it is that
makes Vanessa perfect for us…wel, there it is. She is. Perfect, I
mean.” He opened the door and peered up and down the hal,
then gestured for Oliver to folow.
As Oliver closed the door behind them and folowed Nick to the
stairs, he hoped that Nick was right. He wanted that for them.
He wanted someone who wanted them both and could accept
them as they were. He’d never thought to find that. It might be
too much to ask of an overworked deity, but Oliver asked
anyway.
Vanessa was shaking by the time she found some privacy and a
mirror to repair her appearance. She had to sit down.
That hadn’t gone at al the way she had planned.
She covered her face with her shaking hands and took several
very deep breaths. It succeeded in settling down her racing heart
a little.
That had been the most exhilarating, terrifying, magnificent
experience of her life. They had been with her. Wel, of course
they were with her. But they had noticed her, enjoyed her, in a
way no one ever had before. There was nothing perfunctory
about their attentions upstairs. Oh no. On the contrary, every
about their attentions upstairs. Oh no. On the contrary, every
move, every breath, every touch was inspired by passion.
Passion for her. They’d desired her responses, had demanded
them and indeed had climaxed from them. Touching her body
and kissing her had excited them beyond their control.
Vanessa bit her lip and shoved her hands between her knees to
stop herself from laughing out loud and dancing around the smal
room like a lunatic. She’d never felt this alive. Her body was stil
sensitive from their lovemaking. Her breasts were tender as they
rubbed against the muslin of her undergarments. The place
between her legs—God, she’d nearly swooned to hear Nick cal
it her cunt—tingled and throbbed, wanting one of their hands
there again. Or their mouths. They’d promised mouths, and
licking.
Vanessa spun around on the smal stool to face the mirror. Her
cheeks were flushed. Her usualy plain brown eyes sparkled. Her
hair was a mess. When she saw the tangled disaster of her
coiffure Vanessa gasped and sent a prayer of thanks that no one
had seen her on her way downstairs. How Very had managed to
keep everyone away was a mystery, but Vanessa would have to
find some way to repay her. She took the pins from her hair and
used the brush beside the mirror to tame her hair. What dul hair
she’d always had, long, straight, blonde. Incredibly boring. Until
Nick had buried his hand in it and kissed her breath away. Until
Oliver had pressed his nose to it and inhaled her scent and
rubbed his cheek on it. Now it was the hair of a siren.
rubbed his cheek on it. Now it was the hair of a siren.
Vanessa laughed at her fanciful thoughts. Siren, indeed.
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