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Not All is as it Appears

A story about the holiday adventures of Belle, Eve, and Vanessa

(Sequel to "Isabella and Evelynn" Read it here: http://xhamster.com/user/billy69boy/posts/348963.html)


By Billy69boy







Chapter One



Tears welled up in my eyes as I pulled away from the house I shared with Vanessa, my best friend and lover. I would miss her dearly. We had such grand plans for the summer, after my last semester of college finally ended for the year. We were going to do some traveling, some partying, and just some casual hanging out together. We wanted to take time to enjoy each other's company after such a hectic year, where it seemed like we hardly ever saw each other.

As I headed south onto the interstate, I shuddered wistfully, thinking of the trip that lay ahead of me. I would be lucky to get down to my parents' place in eight hours. And if traffic was bad, it might be more like ten hours. I wasn't thrilled with the idea, believe me.

So, why the abrupt change in summer plans? Well, my darling little sibling Eve broke her right arm just two days after school had let out for the summer. Since both of our parents work endless hours, and I was off for the summer, it made sense for me to drive down and take care of Eve.

My name is Isabella, by the way, but most people call me Belle. You might remember me and Eve from the last story. Eve's real name is Evelynn. We had some very naughty but quite memorable times together towards the end of last summer. Aside from a brief visit during the Christmas holidays, we hadn't seen each other in close to a year.

As I made my way down endless highways, my sadness began to lift, and my mind flooded with thoughts of our wild times together last summer. We did some taboo things that I would never have even dreamed of, but the biggest surprise was discovering how much our mutual love manifested itself. Besides our raw sexual desires and actions, we also developed a passion and a love for each other that just felt right and comfortable. All of a sudden, I perked up, gripped the wheel, and rededicated myself to the journey ahead.

Of course, I was exhausted by the time I arrived. Aside from a few stops for gas and coffee and bathroom breaks, I had driven through the night. It was midmorning by the time I pulled into my parents' driveway and turned the car off. I sat still for several minutes. Looking around, I first noticed that both cars were already gone, so I had missed seeing my parents before they drove off to work. I also noticed that the house looked locked up, with no activity visible inside. I shouldn't have been surprised: Eve was a teenager, and she liked to get up late, especially now that it was summer vacation, and she had no school or job to worry about.

After several minutes, I struggled to my feet, pulled my backpack over my shoulders, and trudged toward the door. To my delight, the front door opened wide just as I mounted the steps, and there was Eve. My heart skipped a beat and my face lit up when I saw her. I expected her to burst forth, run to me and give me a big welcoming hug. Instead, she just made a feeble attempt to open the screen door and silently let me pass.

"Eve, what's the matter?" I asked; my voice full of concern. In truth, she looked positively awful. Her eyes were red and her face was puffy. It was obvious she had been crying recently. Her hair was a disheveled mess, and she was wearing a ratty old t-shirt and torn, holey cutoff shorts. Her broken arm dangled helplessly from the sling, and she tried to hide her face with her other hand, to no avail.

"Oh, Belle!" She blurted out before she burst into tears and ran into my arms, sobbing uncontrollably. I held her for a long time, just letting her upsetment run its course before offering any words of wisdom.

"I feel so bad! For everything!" She offered before succumbing to another crying jag. Finally, she calmed down enough to take my hand, and lead us to the living room couch. A few tissues later, she composed herself and was able to speak more coherently.

"I feel so damn stupid for breaking my arm. And it hurts like hell! I hate being in pain, and I know I'm acting like a little baby. Even mom and dad are already tired of my constant whining. They hurry to get the hell out of the house in the morning before I get up! But I can't blame them. I've been so miserable!"

"Oh, c'mon, Eve. Don't be so hard on yourself!"

"Hunh! It gets worse," she continued: "I can't take a decent shower because of this stupid cast, and I smell! I haven't washed my hair in a week, and well, just look at it!"

"I'll help you get clean, Eve," I offered.

"Yeah! And you! I know you had plans to spend your summer with Vanessa, but NOOOOOO! Instead you have to spend it here with me, and that sucks for you!" She twisted her face all up, and I could see the crocodile tears forming in her eyes once again.

"Okay, Eve, now STOP! JUST STOP IT!" I was getting upset, and she sensed that she'd better do as I said, for a change. "Now, how about if we start over, shall we? First, a welcome home hug, okay?"

She embraced me about as hard as a one-armed little girl could manage, and I squeezed her slender body with all my might. She was right about one thing, though:

"Okay, sweetheart, how about if I draw you a nice warm bubble bath and get you all squeaky clean again!" It was obvious we were both eager to get started.

As the bath began to fill, I helped Eve remove what little material she wore on her incredible body. Actually, I was sure her body would be much more incredible after we got it all nice and clean again. I helped her into the steaming hot bath, slowly at first, so her body could adjust to the water. Finally she was able to slip down under the bubbles and rest her head on the back of the tub. She closed her eyes, and I cautioned her to remember to keep her bad arm over the side and out of the tub. I began to run the fragrant bar of soap all over the front of her torso, paying particular attention to her underarms.

I worked the soap suds from her neck down over her breasts, and down her stomach to her womanhood. She sighed as the soap enveloped her mound, and I smiled a knowing smile:

"Well, I see you'll need some help getting trimmed up down there!"

Eve blushed a little, but she disguised it behind her knowing grin.

"Oh yes! Would you help me with it Belle? I'd like that!"

"Okay, but let's get you clean all over first," I suggested. With that, I slid the soap up and down her long slender legs, pausing at her labia slowly and seductively, and she moaned as she opened her legs, tacitly inviting my advances. She squirmed shamelessly as I twirled the soap bar around her clit, causing her legs to shoot straight out in response.

"Now, carefully roll over and kneel in the tub. Watch your cast!"

With some difficulty, we managed to get her into position. Her butt shot straight out above the bubbles, as I washed her back and ran my hands in circles over her firm bottom. I teased her mercilessly with the bar of soap, finally burying it into her willing pussy. It kept popping back out, and I kept pushing it back in. Eve was getting fucked by a bar of soap, and she didn't seem to see any reason to stop. She was working her way towards a welcomed, but long overdue orgasm. By paying close attention to her progress, I managed to bury my soapy index finger deep into her dark, hot passage just as her spasms began. It was a sight to behold: her body bucked uncontrollably as she went completely over the top. Water splashed everywhere, and her head disappeared under the bubbles more than once, as she seemed intent on savoring every last second of her orgasm.

As her body began to go limp, I shouted for her to turn over before she flopped unceremoniously on her back again. Her head was content to just follow her body to the bottom of the tub. Of course, her head popped back up again in a matter of seconds, and she wore the most angelic smile I'd ever seen. I looked into her sparkling eyes, and I fell in love with her youthful beauty all over again.

"Belle, I've missed you so much," she whispered lovingly.

"Oh, yeah?" I replied, as I reached in and pulled out the drain plug.

"Hey!"

"Hey nothing. It's my turn! Now stand up and let me rinse you off," I insisted, as I began spraying her with the hand held. She grinned and informed me that the portable shower head could be used for other things, as if the thought had never occurred to me.

I helped her dry off, and left her sitting at the small make-up table while I stripped off my well-worn clothes and stepped into the shower. I could feel Eve's eyes drinking in the sight of my more "grown up" curves.

"Oh Belle, your body is just so sexy! Vanessa is so lucky to have you."

"Hmph! Well thanks Eve, but really I'm the lucky one."

"Oh is that so? And by the way, I've noticed that you don't seem to talk about her very much."

"Sorry, Eve, I can't hear you with the shower on!"

When I finally turned off the shower, Eve was standing right in front of me, towel in hand. She did pretty well for a one-armed servant, but I finally took the towel myself and finished drying off. Eve apologized for her ineptness as she offered me a dry towel to use on my long black tresses. As I fluffed up my hair, my boobs naturally shook up and down, and Eve couldn't resist touching them.

I laughed: "You are such a horny little brat!" I admonished mockingly.

"Sorry, Belle, I can't help it. I'm a teenager with raging hormones!"

As if to prove her point, she ran her good left hand down the front of my body and stopped at my mound, deliberately causing me to giggle. I feebly attempted to cover my private parts, bending forward to prevent her any more access. She took the opportunity to slap my protruding ass and I yelped in surprise.

"Watch your broken arm, Eve!" I yelled as a diversion, and I ran off to our room and dove onto the bed. Eve was a half-step behind me, and she landed square on my back. She may have been a few years younger, but she was taller and a bit bigger than I was, and she was able to hold me down, despite her broken arm.

"What are you going to do to me?" I shrieked playfully.

"Anything I want, hah!" she threatened. I pretended to struggle against her obvious power, but she wouldn't let me up. She knelt between my legs and spread them apart with her knees. Her good hand followed, and she proceeded to attack my pussy with her determined fingers.

"Oh, Eve…please! Oh my!"

And with that, my lower body shuddered and I was off to the glorious Land of O…or maybe I should call it the Land of Oh! I was certain her rough handling of my most delicate bits was a result of her youthful exuberance as opposed to any ill intent. But whatever the reason, she sure knew how to get me off.

And so began our taboo Summer of Lust. Each day Eve felt better and better, until her broken arm was a mere nuisance after the pain and swelling had diminished. In the evenings, we would make sure to cook up a fine dinner, and we sat with our parents and enjoyed each other's company in a relaxed way that we never really experienced growing up as young girls. Now they treated us more like adults, mostly, and dinner time was actually a pleasant experience.

Eve and I would stay up after our parents went to bed. We would clean up the dishes and then watch some movies in the bedroom that we had shared for so many years. Only now, instead of watching Disney movies, we were enjoying all different kinds of porn videos. It was just amazing how much variety was out there. We would make an effort to keep our activities quiet at night, but when we woke up in the mornings, we had the house to ourselves. There was no reason to hold back, and we didn't even try.

It took no time for Eve to fetch mom's shoe box full of erotic toys, and we were determined to try them all. Our experiences with each other were limited only by our imaginations. Over time I did notice a certain pattern emerge: the more aroused Eve got, the more domineering she became. It fascinated me to see her transform herself from a shy, mild mannered young lady to a demanding tyrant. I couldn't help but play along, so I gladly assumed the role of submissive.

One day, after we recovered from some intense dildo play, Eve revisited the subject of Vanessa:

"Belle, I noticed you never mention Vanessa to mom and dad at all. What's up with that? They know you two live together, so what's the deal?"

I sighed, not really wanting to talk about it, but I couldn't keep putting her off forever.

"Well, Eve, it's like this: our parents think we are just college roommates, nothing more. They have no idea Vanessa and I are lovers. You know how conservative and religious they are. They would probably disown me if they knew I was…involved with her."

"Well, what if they knew about you and me?" Eve countered, although I wasn't seeing her logic.

"Yeah, they would probably disown us both; can you even imagine if they knew what we've been up to?" I suggested. Eve seemed to consider my point, so she changed direction:

"Well, how about if you just tell me about Vanessa? What's she like? Is she hot? Is she kinky? And how about some pictures? Surely you have some pictures of her you could show me?"

"Whoa! Whoa! Not so fast, Eve! One question at a time please: Vanessa is very nice. She's sweet and lovable. By 'hot', if you mean attractive, then yes, she is beautiful, both inside and out. I wouldn't exactly call her kinky. She's certainly not as kinky as you are, that's for sure. She is more into sensual love making; natural, gentle stuff. I don't know if she has ever even seen a dildo, much less some of the toys you like!"

"And so what about pics?" Eve persisted.

"I don't carry around any pictures of Vanessa, but I can assure you, you've seen pictures of her before," I answered cryptically.

"I have? Where? When? I don't remember seeing any pictures of her before." Eve insisted.

"Well, you have. You just didn't know they were pics of Vanessa," I smiled mischievously without explanation.

"Belle, I don't…" I put my hand up and stopped her. "Just trust me on this for now, Eve, and have some patience. You'll understand when the time is right," I assured her. But, Eve was already onto the next project:




"Belle, help me with the buckles on this strap-on. You know I have a broken arm, and I can't possibly put it on by myself. So come over here and fix it so I can bend you over that table and fuck you with it!"

So, that's what I did, and then that's what she did! Wow, could she ever get rough when she was so worked up. She could just pound me into the next time zone when she was in one of her moods. I would let her do pretty much anything to me that she wanted: such was the intensity of our relationship.

The summer flew by, needless to say. Eve and I couldn't get enough, and we lived to pleasure each other in ways that were fresh and new, and surprised even the two of us at times. We watched more porn during that summer than we could have ever imagined. If we saw something that looked interesting, we tried it. But more and more, I noticed that Eve was drawn to scenes depicting ass play. Whenever there was licking or fingering or toying of someone's ass, Eve would squirm around on the bed like she had ants in her pants, even though she wasn't wearing pants!

"Eve, is there something the matter?" I asked.

"What?"

"Well, you are making the bed shake, like you have some kind of problem," I pointed out.

"Oh. Yeah. I guess I have an itch," she explained lamely.

"An itch? Well, maybe you should go take a bath," I suggested.

"No, no, Belle, it's not that…it's…well, my butt has needs," she almost whispered, her voice trailing off, as she snapped her legs closed.

I tried to stifle a giggle, but it came out anyway. "Oh, you poor dear! Is there some way I can help?" I offered as I slapped her ass cheek.

"OW! DAMN!" She gave me the dagger stare for my efforts. "Well, if you insist on making fun of me, you leave me no choice but to make you pay!"

With that, Eve jumped on top of my body and pinned me to the bed. Even with a cast on, she could overwhelm me with her superior strength. She trapped my arms by my sides and held them there with her muscular legs. I couldn't help laughing, but I noticed I was the only one. Eve wore a determined look, as she inched her body up towards my face.

"Hey! Where are you going?" I asked right before she unceremoniously dropped her damp pussy right on my mouth, ensuring that I would be saying nothing else for the time being.

"You will eat my nasty cunt until I tell you to stop!" she declared triumphantly. Being the ever faithful submissive, I eagerly complied. In no time, Eve's head rolled back, eyes closed, and she was purring like a kitten.

After a few minutes of licking her and nibbling on her swollen clitoris, she slowly moved up closer, thereby freeing my arms. I knew where she was silently heading, so I reassured her by squeezing her ass cheeks with my hands. She groaned her approval, and moved further up my face until I could feel the intense heat coming from her "itch".

I delicately spread her buttocks wide as my tongue found her target. She groaned out loud in a primitive sort of way, letting me know that the desired destination had been reached. She wiggled and squirmed her way around my mouth almost frantically as she unsuccessfully sought the relief she so desired. Finally, she managed to get up on her feet and straddle my captive head underneath.

"Your tongue, Belle! I need your tongue in my ass! Deep! Fuck my ass with your fucking tongue! God oh god, YES! Please Belle oh yes, just like that!"

I pushed my stiff tongue inside her forbidden entrance as hard and as fast as I could while I squeezed her bottom with all my hand strength. Eve steadied herself with her one good hand as she rode my face hard. She began to slide up and down on my mouth so I could service her quivering clit along with her smoldering rectum. She rocked up and back on me with such determination; I thought she might break my neck. I felt like one of those mechanical bulls, being ridden hard by some barroom reveler. Funny, because in the end, Eve actually fell off my face, landed on the bed and then bounced to the floor.

She lay on her back, eyes still closed and breathing heavily. "Eve! Are you okay?" I asked, panicking slightly as I thought about what we would tell our parents if she managed to break her other arm in the process of falling. Finally, she managed a smile and a nod of her head, even as her eyes remained closed.

"Fucking amazing... like nothing before…in my life…or ever after," she mumbled in blissful incoherence. I had to laugh. She was so precious, and I loved her so much. I knew we had just opened a new chapter of intimacy, and the thought of exploring undiscovered horizons made me tingle from my head down to my…well, you know.

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There was still two weeks of summer vacation left when Eve finally got her cast off. She looked strong and sure of herself by then. No more tears, no more "woe is me" stuff. She was confident and there was a joyful pep in her step. Some would conclude that she wore a perpetual "freshly fucked" look, and that would be because she was always freshly fucked!

Eve insisted that I go home to Vanessa to salvage what was left of our lost summer, and I couldn't argue with her. Strangely enough, after Eve's initial curiosity about my lover, Vanessa's name almost never came up again. It wasn't like I didn't miss her and love her: it was more that I had such a wonderful time with Eve. I knew a situation like this would never come along for us again, and I guess I wanted to savor each moment with her. I also didn't want to risk Eve becoming jealous of me and Vanessa.

On the drive back up north, it occurred to me that I couldn't recall ever telling Vanessa about Eve. Oh, she knew that Eve existed, but she barely appeared on Vanessa's radar. I know I was ultimately to blame. I had never told Vanessa about being sexually involved with Eve: neither this summer nor last summer. I wasn't sure why. Maybe I was afraid Vanessa wouldn't approve of such taboo acts that Eve and I were involved in. Vanessa and I were very close, and we shared our every wish, dream and desire. Our relationship was open, at least officially. But I don't ever remember wanting to pursue someone else as long as I was with Vanessa. At any rate, I just kind of shrugged it off for now. It didn't seem all that important at the moment. And it wasn't.

But soon enough the Christmas holidays rapidly approached, seemingly out of nowhere. I was shocked when Eve called me and asked me how Vanessa and I would feel about her coming up and spending a couple of weeks with us. She had already figured out how she could take the train up, and then hop on a couple of buses, and she would be here. Vanessa was all for it: she had a few weeks' vacation that she had saved up for the holidays, and I would be between semesters then as well. Vanessa had never met Eve before and heck, she thought it sounded like fun! I played along convincingly enough. But I knew deep down I was going to end up having some explaining to do…






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Chapter Two


I was nervous as hell as I waited for Eve's bus to arrive at the depot. I knew the moment of truth that I had been dreading was near, but there was no turning back now. All I could hope for was that Eve would be understanding, and that she would agree to keep my secret.

I heard her shriek in delight as she bounded down the steps of the bus and ran into my open arms. Our hug lasted longer than usual, but since we hadn't seen each other since the summer, it was to be expected. I didn't realize how much I had missed her, and I was genuinely thrilled that she had traveled so far to spend the holidays with me and Vanessa.

As we slowly maneuvered through the snow and ice, Eve talked a mile a minute, bringing me up to date with the news from home. I did my best to concentrate on my driving. After such a long journey, I didn't want Eve to end up being in an accident so close to our final destination.

We made our way out of the city and, as we neared the interstate, we approached a billboard advertising a popular brand of hair products. The model proudly displayed her lush blonde hair, which half covered her sparkling eyes and her perfect white teeth. I pointed toward the billboard rather nonchalantly.

"Do you know who that is?" I asked.

"Oh sure, that's Jannay. She's all over the place these days: hair care, make-up, Caribbean vacation packages, she seems to be enjoying her fifteen minutes of fame," Eve replied, "She certainly is beautiful."

I said nothing else as I changed the radio station and tried to keep up with the traffic. It took half an hour to finally reach our exit, and the rest of the drive would be through rural, winding roads that still bore a considerable amount of snow, so I had to concentrate. As we road in silence, Eve finally snapped out of her deep thought.

"Hey, where the hell is your place? It looks like we're out in the middle of nowhere!" she inquired.

"Almost there, sweetheart, just a few more miles," I assured her, glad that it was still light enough out to see the road properly.

Finally I turned off the road and made my way up a long, well-maintained driveway. I came to a stop in front of a pair of huge iron gates.

"Belle, what's this? Where the hell are we?"

I put the car in Park and turned to face her:

"Eve, I'm sorry I couldn't tell you anything until now. I still can't tell you anything just yet. But you have to PROMISE me that you won't tell a soul about anything you see once we go through those gates! Not mom or dad, not your friends, NO ONE!"

Eve looked stunned, which wasn't surprising. Her eyes were as big as saucers, and she struggled to say something, anything. All she could do was slowly shake her head back and forth in disbelief, even as she didn't quite know what she was disbelieving.

"Eve?"

"Oh, right! Uh…okay, I guess…no, I mean yes! Yes, I won't tell anyone, Belle, I promise!"

Satisfied, I turned toward the now open window, reached out and entered the code into the box. The gates opened slowly and silently, and we proceeded up the rest of the driveway. One last turn, and I pulled the car up in front of a quaint, 18th. Century stone mansion, hidden from view until now.

"Holy shit!" Eve whispered in awe. "Belle?" She looked at me, uncomprehending.

I shifted uncomfortably in my seat and sighed audibly. Turning towards her, I put on my brave face and looked her in the eye:

"Well, Eve, I guess this is as good a time to tell you as any," I began. "Remember earlier on the ride up we had talked about Jannay?" Eve nodded, clueless as to where I was headed.

"Do you know what last name she goes by?" I asked.

"Sure! It's Vanessa: Jannay Vanessa, everyone knows that…"

And then her eyes widened, and I could see them light up in total disbelief.

"Vanessa? VANESSA? Are you fucking k**ding me, Belle? Get the fuck out of here! No way! She's YOUR Vanessa?" She squealed, as she pointed towards the house.

I put my hands up: "Eve! Eve! Remember you PROMISED! Yes, she's MY Vanessa. That's her real first name. 'Jannay' is a kind of phonetic variation of her real last name, which is actually 'Genai'.

"Oh, Belle…this is unbelievable! How did you…how did she…you know…what the fuck!"

"Eve, you've got to calm down! You can't be all 'Groupie' and 'Jelly-legged' in front of her. Try to act like you've actually seen a celebrity before, even if you never have!"

"Okay, okay, I KNOW! But DAMN, Belle, why didn't you…how come I never…when were you planning to tell me?"

"Well, that's the thing, Eve; I didn't want to tell you or anyone else at all! Never, ever, never! But then you got the idea of coming up for a visit, and Vanessa thought it might be fun! So, I didn't have much choice in the matter."

She looked kind of hurt and disappointed.

"Don't get me wrong, Eve, I'm glad you're here too, and I'm sure it will be fun for all of us, but Vanessa and I have been keeping our secret for so long, it's just…different now, and I need some time to adjust," I explained.

Recovering nicely, she offered: "So that's why you never talk about her at home; and why you don't carry pictures of her around! Wow, Belle, this is so amazing! I can't even believe it!"

"Well, let's go in, and maybe it will help you to believe."

I no sooner said the words, and the front door opened. Standing there with the last bit of afternoon sun showering her with a heavenly glow was a perfect form, tall and lean, her long blonde tresses flowing in the gentle breeze.

"Hurry up, you two, it's freezing out here!" Vanessa called out to us as we retrieved the luggage from the trunk. Our spell was broken, and we ran up the steps and dropped our bags in the foyer. After a chaste hug hello, I turned towards Eve:

"Vanessa, I'd like you to meet Eve. Eve, this is Vanessa."

Vanessa curtsied and nodded gracefully towards Eve.

"Yes, I know," Eve muttered nervously, "or, I mean, yes, nice to meet you Vanessa."

Vanessa laughed in delight. "Now listen up, young lady: there will be no special treatment here. We are just three girls with a couple of weeks to have fun and forget about the outside world, understand?"

Eve nodded enthusiastically, still not believing what she was seeing with her own eyes. Vanessa turned to me next. "Belle, why didn't you tell me that Eve was so beautiful? And she seems so grown up!"

I said nothing, just smiled and felt good about Vanessa's assessment of Eve.

"Shall we head for the kitchen then? You girls look famished!" With that, Vanessa turned and led the way.


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After some much appreciated sustenance, Eve insisted on a quick tour of our humble abode. She was surprised at first to discover that Vanessa and I each had our own separate rooms. But after we explained that it was mostly for show, in case we had some uninformed guests come to visit (like Vanessa's parents), Eve began to understand. I explained to her that both of us had our reasons for keeping our real relationship a secret: Vanessa had a certain image to maintain as America's Squeaky Clean Girl Next Store Model, and I also didn't want my parents to know about my private lifestyle preferences.

Vanessa opened a bottle of expensive champagne to celebrate the official beginning of our Christmas vacation, and it didn't take long for all of us to get a bit tipsy. Vanessa suggested we all get into some comfy pj's and she stoked up the fireplace before opening another bottle of bubbly. Eve got real chatty, and she was full of a thousand questions, all of which were patiently answered by Vanessa, bless her kind heart.

Finally, Eve slipped off to the guest room, claiming to be exhausted from her long journey, but mostly she was unsteady from drinking. She didn't have much experience with alcohol at her age, so it was understandable. She fell asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow, and Vanessa and I were free to resume our earlier make-out session. She took me by my hand and led me to her luxurious bedroom. She had me naked even before I made it to the bed, and then she pushed me down and pounced on me like a sex starved maniac.

For such a sophisticated model and world traveler, Vanessa was on the conservative side when it came to love making. Oh, she was no prude, by any means, but she preferred a soft, intimate touch, and she never mentioned any kinky interests to me. She was content to give and receive pleasure by the least complicated methods: lips, tongues and gentle caresses, leading up to a crescendo of exquisite climaxes. I found it hard to argue with her sexual philosophy, lol.

Still, we could manage to get somewhat loud at times, between giggling and shrieking and moaning and making each other explode in ecstasy. Our remote location made it something that we never really thought about. At least until now; now that we had a house guest for a few weeks named Eve.


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Chapter 3


Our first few days together went smoothly enough, but I began to notice some awkwardness and a bit of tension in the air, and I knew it was pretty much my fault: I had been less than forthcoming with both Eve and Vanessa, and I sort of painted myself into a corner.

Eve confronted me first. Vanessa was in the shower, and Eve was helping me cook breakfast:

"Belle, what's going on? I was hoping to spend some…special time with you, but it looks like you and Vanessa are joined at the hip all the time. She…she does know that we, um, play around, doesn't she?"

I remained silent for just a second or two, but it was enough:

"She doesn't even know about us, does she?" Eve knew me too well.

"Look, sweetie…it's kind of complicated," I began feebly.

"Oh, it's not complicated at all, Belle! You…you're ashamed of me. Of us. Of our love! I knew it was a stupid idea to come up here in the first place!" Eve was stirring the pancake batter in such frenzy; I had to take the bowl away from her before she ruined it.

"Eve, it's not like that! I'm not ashamed at all! It's just that, well, I'm not sure how Vanessa will take it yet. Give me a little time, and I'm sure we can work everything out, please?"

Now it was Eve's turn for a few seconds of silence:

"Well, fine then!" She blurted out as she turned towards the kitchen door and stomped out.

Eve was right to be upset with me and I knew it. I needed to come up with some kind of plan; some way to approach Vanessa without making things worse. I was still deep in thought when Vanessa glided into the room. She was drying her damp hair with a big white towel, and she wore the sheerest pink housecoat and little else…okay, nothing else. I turned in her direction, and my spine began to tingle immediately. I could feel my face turning red and warm, and I forgot all about whatever I had been mulling over.

"Oh, Vanessa! Wow!" I couldn't help but stare directly between her legs, right where her panties would have been, had she taken the time to put them on. I could make out her freshly trimmed patch of blonde hair covering just the top of her otherwise smooth naked mound.

"Well, good morning to you too, Belle! What's the matter? Something wrong?" she asked, noticing my leering eyes.

"What? Oh…no, Vanessa, nothing's wrong. It's just that you still take my breath away sometimes; well, all the time. You are so beautiful!"

"So, do you think my outfit is a bit much to be wearing around Eve? Hey, where is she anyway?" Vanessa asked.

"Oh, she…ah, she probably went to grab a shower before breakfast," I suggested, thankful that I thought of a feasible reply. Turned out, I was right: the guestroom had its own full bathroom, and Eve must have decided to calm down under the fine mist of the shower.

Vanessa switched gears, surprising me: "You know, Belle, Eve is really adorable." I nodded my head in response.

"I can't get over how young she is though. If she was a bit older, you might have some competition," she laughed uneasily, the words catching in her throat. She continued:

"I'll admit I have been checking her out a little. But I probably shouldn't be talking like this. She's your s1ster, after all. I guess that's kind of creepy, isn't it?"

"Creepy?" I repeated, "No, not really, I suppose. Eve and I are very close," I offered rather nonchalantly, but Vanessa ignored my admission.

"I wonder if: do you think…uh, has she had any kind of experience yet?" she blurted out awkwardly. Now it was Vanessa's turn to get red in the face. She quickly back-pedaled:

"Oh cripes, Belle, I shouldn't be asking you this stuff! I'm sorry…"

"No, Vanessa, it's okay, really. Promise me you'll keep this to yourself?"

Vanessa nodded eagerly, squirming in her chair in anticipation.

"Well, I happen to know that Eve has…done some things…sexually," I volunteered.

"I knew it! I mean, well, I guess I'm not surprised. She walks and talks and acts older than she really is. So, tell me more: Boyfriend? Girlfriend? Both? C'mon, Belle, spill it!" Vanessa was getting more excited with each word she uttered, and luckily Eve made her entrance at just the right moment.

"Good morning, Vanessa," she mumbled rather icily. But then, she looked up and noticed what Vanessa was wearing, or not wearing, depending on your perspective, and her eyes lit up and she broke into a wide grin.

"Well, hello, Eve. How was your night last night?" Vanessa asked politely.

"Pretty good, thank you, but I kept waking up every once in a while. I heard banging and shouting and moaning and screaming. I guess I was dreaming," she explained.

Vanessa and I looked at each other and we tried to stifle a giggle, but Eve wasn't fooled. Vanessa quickly changed the subject:

"I love your outfit today," she offered.

"Oh these rags?" Eve replied, as she ran her hands down her long spandex covered legs, all the while leaning forward to reveal her naked breasts under her loose fitting white top.

Vanessa leaned back as if to escape Eve's influence, to no avail.

"I like your, er, outfit too, Vanessa. Quite comfortable, I would imagine," Eve teased.

"Why, yes it is, actually. Well, it's just us girls here, and we have a very liberal dress code," Vanessa explained, eyeing up my competition greedily.

"Yes! So I see! All of a sudden I feel overdressed!"

And me! OMG, I was still wearing my PJs and bathrobe, as well as my fluffy bunny slippers that Vanessa had given me. But it didn't matter; I could have worn a suit of armor for all the attention I was getting.

Breakfast was the backdrop for their bantering and clever lines and comebacks, and I felt like the third wheel. I knew it was all my own doing and I had to find a way to break this uncomfortable logjam that I had created.

We had no big plans for the day. It was cold and rainy out, and we just decided to curl up in the entertainment room and watch old movies. We three sat together on the overstuffed couch and buried ourselves under a pile of quilts and blankets. The only time our limbs were visible was to reach into the popcorn bowl, or take a sip of our drinks.

We were cozy alright, and the tense undercurrent from breakfast seemed to dissipate. Vanessa sat in the middle, and she and I busied our hidden hands caressing each other's intimate parts, oh so subtly, so as not to arouse Eve's suspicions. I felt a little bad for Eve, but my own lust took over, and all of my energy went to Vanessa.

As it turned out, I couldn't say the same thing about Vanessa. Oh, she was definitely engaged in pleasuring and being pleasured by me, but I finally realized that she was also "flirting" with Eve under the blankets on her other side. I started off being jealous, but I stifled my initial reaction as I saw it as a natural opportunity for them to get "comfortable" with each other, and I wouldn't have to explain a thing.

By the time the second movie finished, things had progressed on both sides of Vanessa. I couldn't be sure just how far along those two had gotten, but I knew I was more than ready to explode. I hit the off button on the remote, yawned and stretched and declared myself ready for an afternoon nap. Vanessa agreed right away, and off we went, bidding Eve a pleasant nap.

I could hear an audible sigh of disappointment from Eve, but she stood up and silently padded off to her room. No doubt she was eager to get herself off after secretly playing with Vanessa under the covers. Sure enough, when we got to Vanessa's room and closed the door, we embraced and kissed. We pulled each other's clothes off and fell into bed, all twisted up like a human pretzel. We made out while we tribbed, our hands pawing at each other's firm breasts and hard nipples.

"Eat me, Belle," she whispered, "you know how I like it."

I slid down her lithe body, my fingers caressing her soft smooth skin as I kissed my way to her love treasure. She instinctively opened her legs in anticipation, and I didn't disappoint. After a few hours of foreplay in the living room, we were both aroused to the point of no return. It only took some strategically placed kisses and tongue penetrations, and I had her writhing and twisting her hips under my spell. She began that sweet moaning that she did when she was very pleased with my technique. I knew what she wanted next, and she didn't have to ask for it.

I moved my tongue up to her clitoris and I slid my finger inside her juicy vagina. Her body jolted and jerked against the intrusion. Her fingertips went right for her own nipples, and she seethed under her breath:

"Bite it, Belle! BITE IT! Oh yes! Suck on my clit! Finger fuck me! Oh dear lord!" Of course I knew what my lover wanted by now, and so I just nibbled at her engorged clit and took it gently between my teeth, sort of rolling it around and gently sucking on it, but I didn't 'bite' it like she had called out for.

Regardless, she was getting rather loud, and immediately I thought of Eve. Eve had already complained that she could hear our love making sessions, and here we were doing it again. But there was no turning back now, and I frigged Vanessa's cunt vigorously while I continued to nibble and suck on her clit until she could hold back no longer.

Usually, we lie together in each other's arms after one of us has had an orgasm, but this time, Vanessa jumped right out of bed and bolted towards the door.

"Gotta go!" she announced, as she swung the bedroom door open on her way to the bathroom across the hall. Immediately, I heard shrieks and screams, and the sound of bodies tumbling to the floor with a thud. I sat upright in time to see Eve and Vanessa, both completely naked in a heap just inside the open door.

Eve was so surprised; she made no attempt to remove the dildo from her womanhood.
"Oh, I'm so sorry!" was all she could manage to say. Meanwhile, Vanessa got up, helped Eve to her feet, and continued on her way to the bathroom, saying nothing. She didn't even bother to close the bathroom door, and we could hear her peeing. Peeing and laughing hysterically. It must have scared Eve so much that she jumped in the bed next to me, her dildo squirting out and landing in the middle of the bedroom floor in the process. Talk about awkward! I didn't know what to do. It's not like Eve could hide. And she couldn't exactly run back to her room and pretend nothing had happened. Instead, we just clung to each other for dear life, anxiously awaiting Vanessa's eventual reaction.


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Chapter 4


"Well! What do we have here?" Vanessa announced, as she bounded into the room, bent over and retrieved Eve's dildo that ended up in the middle of the floor. She stood up triumphantly, waving it back and forth in front of us, wearing a huge grin. Of course Eve and I were stunned into silence.

"Scoot over then, it's freezing out here!" she ordered, and in no time, we were three naked women in one bed, having no idea how to proceed or what to say.

Surprisingly, it was Eve who got brave and broke the ice:

"S…sorry, Vanessa for...well you know…for spying; or at least for listening to you and…well you know," she stammered.

"It's okay, Eve. I guess I'm kind of flattered, to be honest. I had no idea that you and Belle had that kind of…relationship, you know? I mean, to get off listening to your own s1ster having sex with someone…that's kind of hot to me, I must admit," Vanessa confessed.

As for myself, I immediately felt less anxious about the whole situation. Vanessa seemed like she was cool with the idea of me and Eve maybe having a 'close' relationship.

"And this?" Vanessa presented the wayward dildo again. "This surprised me! Belle never showed me anything like this before. So, where did you get it?" she asked Eve point blank.

"Oh…er…it's something I borrowed from our mom's…um…collection," Eve explained vaguely.

"Collection? So there's more where this came from?" Vanessa pressed on.

Eve looked down shyly, but she nodded her assent. I just sat there saying nothing. Those two were filling in the blanks quite naturally without my help, for which I was grateful.

"Well, maybe later you can show me what else you 'borrowed' from your mom," Vanessa decided, "but for now, I think you need to be punished for invading our privacy!" Her eyes narrowed as her grin widened.

Suddenly, Vanessa put me on the spot without warning:

"Belle? What do you think? Surely you are as outraged as I am with Eve's bold intrusion into our private affairs? She needs to be taught a lesson, don't you think?"

Of course the idea was completely arousing to me, but I didn't want to overreact, and have my little s1ster feel like we were ganging up on her.

"Well, Vanessa, she is kind of young and naïve, I offered weakly, maybe we shouldn't go overboard," I suggested.

"Nonsense! It is clear that Eve knows exactly what is going on, and she should be tried and punished as an adult!" Vanessa insisted, barely able to conceal her glee at this Kangaroo Court type of 'trial'.

"Very well then, Vanessa, I will follow your lead," I promised, even as Eve continued to squirm in between us, both from fear and anticipation, but mostly from anticipation.

Vanessa jumped out of bed and retrieved her silk robe from her closet, removing the belt as she hopped back in bed and under the covers.

"Up on your knees, young lady, hands behind your back!" she commanded to Eve, who complied willingly. Vanessa tied Eve's hands with the silk belt, rendering her helpless. I could feel the blood surging through my veins immediately at the sight.

"Belle? Lie down and spread your legs. Your s1ster is about to lick your pussy until you cum!" With that, she took Eve by her neck and pushed her face between my legs.

"Now Eve, don't act like this is the first time you've ever gotten your s1ster off. It is very clear that you two 'know' each other quite intimately. Hell, no wonder you took your good old time coming back here last summer, Belle!"

I couldn't think of anything to say, but once Eve's tongue found my quivering slit, it didn't really matter. I just closed my eyes and let the exquisite feelings wash over me like angel wings. I pulled my legs back against my chest in order to give Eve the best access to my charms.

In the meantime, I heard Eve moan, gently at first, then louder and more brazen. I realized that Vanessa had taken her place behind Eve's bent over frame, and she was 'punishing' her with her stiff tongue and intrusive fingers. Just the thought of it made me cum with an intensity that I had seldom felt before. I felt my body jerking and thrashing involuntarily under Eve's sucking and tonguing, and I held onto her head with both hands as Vanessa violated her from behind.

And then Eve went crazy, thrashing around like a bitch in heat, and I didn't know what triggered her intense climax, until I heard the rapid squish-squish of her dildo being thrust deep inside her cunt over and over again, with Vanessa's eyes consumed by wanton lust. She fucked my little s1ster with that toy like she had been using them her whole life: which she hadn't, until just now.

Eve finally went over the top when Vanessa leaned forward and twirled her stiff tongue around Eve's dark passage, finally penetrating her anus and causing her to erupt.

"Okay, my turn!" Vanessa announced. She deftly flipped Eve over, with her hands still tied behind her back. She climbed on top of her chest and ground her soaked pussy into Eve's face. It was my turn to use the bathroom, and I slipped out of bed and made my way across the hall, listening to Vanessa gasp and groan as she rode Eve's mouth to orgasm.

By the time I rejoined them, they were laying side by side, still breathing heavily. I slid in next to Eve and we enjoyed a three way cuddle. Finally, Vanessa spoke first:

"Belle, why didn't you tell me that Eve was such a horny little dog?"

At first, I didn't know how to handle her loaded question, but now that we were already involved with each other, I just threw caution to the wind and decided to speak the truth:

"Well, I wasn't sure if you would be okay with knowing about Eve and me…you're pretty conservative when it comes to intimacy, you have to admit, and I just didn't want to shock or disappoint you in any way."

Vanessa just smiled, saying nothing. She seemed to be struggling, trying to come up with the right words:

"So, you think I'm conservative, do you?"

I nodded uneasily. I must have struck a nerve.

"Well, that's kind of funny, now that I think of it. Here, all this time I thought it was you, and I've been holding back for fear of offending you," she admitted, laughing at the absurdity of our conversation. Even Eve giggled a little, but tried to stifle it.

"I don't know," I replied, "I guess I just figured you wanted gentle, tender love making, and I was determined to be your perfect partner. I love you so much; I just wanted to please you, Vanessa. I mean, it's not like we ever used toys or anything kinky, you know?"

"I guess you have a point, Belle. I'm always so conscious of having to maintain a certain squeaky-clean public image, that I guess it carried over into the bedroom," Vanessa confessed. "The truth is, I fantasize about doing…um…certain things to you, and having you do things to me as well."

And then she turned and looked straight into Eve's hazel eyes, causing her to blush.

"While we're being honest, I might as well tell you that I've been captivated with Eve here since I first laid eyes on her. My brain almost short circuited as I fantasized about all the things I'd like to do with her. I pushed the thoughts out of my mind, because I didn't dare risk our relationship by lusting after your s1ster. But now…hmmm," she stopped abruptly.

Perhaps she felt like she had already said too much. Maybe she was already regretting all that honest talk that spilled out of her mouth. The moment of silence was awkward, and Eve and I shifted around uncomfortably.

All of a sudden, Vanessa looked up, wearing that now familiar grin on her face:

"So, Eve, what else did you bring from your mom's collection?"


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Chapter 5


Eve and I were both taken aback by Vanessa's question. It had gone counter to both of our impressions of Vanessa, and a brief but awkward silence followed. Finally, Eve responded rather weakly:

"Well, Vanessa, to be honest, I didn't bring very much else…well, I did bring a strap-on and a couple of anal toys, but that's about it, I'm afraid."

"Hmmm, well, that's cool," Vanessa replied, "but we can talk about that stuff later. It seems to me that we were planning on a nice leisurely afternoon nap together, so how about if we do that now? Later on this evening we can try out the hot tub and a few bottles of wine. How's that sound?"

"Hot tub?" Eve repeated.

"Oh, you didn't know?" I chimed in. "It's out on the back balcony…sorry it I hadn't mentioned it before."

"Really? But isn't it kind of cold out there this time of the year?" Eve asked.

"Oh, the balcony is completely enclosed in glass and there's heat out there too," Vanessa explained, "You're going to love it!"

We all snuggled up and enjoyed a peaceful slumber, content that the air had cleared among us, and we were finally on the same page. Showers followed all around, although I must admit that Eve was finished hers well before Vanessa and I managed to finish our "business" and reappear in public, wearing only our robes.

Eve was already in the kitchen, also in her robe, rustling us up some food to go along with our first bottle of wine for the evening. Meanwhile, Vanessa saw to the hot tub. By the time we finished eating and killing the wine, the hot tub was warm and ready for us. We walked out to the balcony to discover soft music, low lights, and a fresh bottle of wine.

"Wow, Vanessa, you sure know how to set the mood!" Eve exclaimed, as we all dropped our robes and slipped into the warm water. The jets aerated the water, and we were lost in a bubbly cauldron of bliss. Vanessa presented me with fresh wine glasses and I filled them to the brim. We all sat and sipped and became lost in our own thoughts.

"Thank you so much for having me, guys!" cooed my grateful little s1ster, "This is so cool. I never would have imagined…"

"Oh, believe me, it's our pleasure!" Vanessa responded enthusiastically. "I am honored to be in the presence of two such loving and sexy young ladies."

"I'm glad you are okay with our…special relationship, Vanessa," I added. "Eve and I love each other very much, and what has developed between us just came naturally after we realized how deep our feelings are for each other."

"Oh, I am so glad you two were willing to share your intimacy with me," Vanessa confessed. "Honestly, I am humbled, but I have to admit I am also quite turned on by your love for each other."

Our mutual admiration led to more wine and smiles and tender touches beneath the gentle motion of the warm water. If life could be any better than this, we couldn't imagine how.

"Hey, isn't that someone down there with a telescope?" Eve asked, sitting up and looking beyond the glass enclosure of the balcony and pointing at the only house visible in the distance.

"Oh, yeah, that's just old man Benson over there. His wife died a few years ago, and he lives alone. He's harmless. He likes to watch us sometimes, and we try to make it worth his while," laughed Vanessa. "He's actually a pretty nice guy. Just lonely. Lonely and horny. He knows we are lesbian lovers, and he has sworn that he won't tell our secret. So, we let him watch…it's kind of a turn-on, to be honest."

With that, Vanessa and I waved to him simultaneously, and he waved back enthusiastically. We were sure he was curious about the third person in our group, but that would have to be explained some other time. Eve managed a weak wave, but she wasn't sure if she was okay about the arrangement.

"Don't worry, Eve, Mr. Benson would never do anything to jeopardize his "insider" status," Vanessa declared, reassuringly. As if on cue, Eve rose up halfway out of the hot tub, turned her bare back on Mr. Benson and climbed onto Vanessa's body, planting a deep lingering kiss on her lips.

"Oh, that's the spirit, Eve," I yelped, laughing out loud. Mr. Benson is gonna love you!"

With that, Vanessa stood up, bringing Eve along with her, and tightened their embrace, even as they maintained their lip-lock. She reached around and cupped Eve's bottom in her hands, making sure that our voyeur got an eyeful. I could just imagine his reaction and I had to laugh. Maybe it wasn't right to tease the old man, but I figured he could always stop watching us if he so chose. Of course, he never chose any such thing.

I couldn't help but become aroused at the scene unfolding before me, and so I soon joined in. Together we all stood among the bubbles; kissing, feeling, sucking each other's breasts, fingering pussies and squeezing ass cheeks with total abandon. Poor Mr. Benson must have been beside himself, but he didn't seem to miss one second of our sexy show, and we tried to enact every lewd and outrageous scenario we could think of.

More wine and more lurid acts led to orgasms and shrieks of laughter all the way around. I can't remember ever having so much sexy fun in one evening. But the wine finally took its toll, and the night turned into the wee hours of morning. We finally got out and dried off; we paid our respects to Mr. Benson before heading inside and flopping into Vanessa's huge bed for some well-deserved slumber time.


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It was late morning before anyone stirred. I was apparently the last one to rise. I entered the kitchen to find Eve and Vanessa sitting close together, whispering over their cups of coffee. They seemed to be deep in intimate conversation, so much so that my presence startled them.

"Oh! Er, Belle! Good morning!" Vanessa managed, somewhat awkwardly, while Eve just blushed and looked away.

"Coffee?" Vanessa offered.

"That's okay, I can get it," I replied.

"Oh, sorry, Belle, but you'll have to use that powdered creamer because we ran out of milk," Vanessa added. And we're low on bread. And eggs. And wine too! I guess we need to make a run for supplies."

I pretty much figured out what she was getting at right away: when she said 'we', she really meant 'Belle'. I knew how much she lusted after Eve, not that I could blame her. Eve was so beautiful and sweet and young. I didn't need her to spell it out for me: she wanted some alone time with my precious little s1ster. I was fine with that, and so I added some of my own errands to the list:

"I don't mind driving into town and picking up some things while you two…ah…stay here and get to know each other a little better. And besides, I'm in the mood to do a little window shopping while I'm there," I offered.

Eve spoke up: "Are you sure you don't want some company?"

"No thanks, Eve, I'll be fine."

After a cup of coffee and kisses all around, I was out the door. Even though we lived fairly close to the interstate, civilization was still a 20 minute drive away before you could find any decent stores. I assured the girls I wouldn't be back until late afternoon at the earliest. No one protested, and off I went, leaving my two horny lovers to do as they pleased.

Apparently showers were their first choice. Separately, for some reason. Perhaps they were being shy all of a sudden. Their buffer, namely me, was gone, and they found themselves confronting their own stark reality: they wanted each other…but…

Vanessa found Eve sitting on the couch out on the balcony, engrossed in a book, which was not at all unusual for her. The gas fireplace was glowing, and Eve was dressed in a skimpy flowered sun dress, like it was the middle of the summer or something. Vanessa wore a modest black pleated skirt with a white blouse that showed her stiff nipples protruding through her thin bra.

"Hi sweetie, what are you reading?" she asked, taking a seat next to Eve.

"Toggenburg", she replied.

"Oh? What's it about?" Vanessa asked, in an attempt to make the obligatory small talk.

"It's a lesbian love story set in the Swiss Alps. It's written by one of my favorite authors, Michaela Francis. She is a genius: she knows more about the area than pretty much any other person, living or dead. Her storyline and colorful characters are delightful. It's a great read. And it has some similarities to your life that you might appreciate."

"How so?" Vanessa questioned, her interest piqued.

"Well, the main characters are a lot like you and Belle. Only this girl is a famous musician who falls for the beautiful local girl in the village. So they also have an interest in keeping their love a secret."

"Hmmm, it sounds fascinating!" Perhaps I'll give it a read when you're done with it," Vanessa said.

"No problem! I'm almost finished with it, and I'll be glad to lend it to you."

By now, Vanessa was running her fingers gently up and down Eve's bare leg, although Eve was so engrossed in describing her book that she hardly noticed. Vanessa was a bit perturbed at Eve's oblivious inaction, so she changed tactics and stood up abruptly and walked to the front of the enclosed balcony. She bent over slightly and placed her elbows on the rail and cradled her head in her hands. She scanned the woods and the mountains in the distance as Eve went on and on about her book. Suddenly, Eve became silent. She must have finally noticed that Vanessa was no longer paying any attention to her ramblings.

Eve stood up and approached Vanessa, walked up behind her and wrapped her arms around the blonde model's slim waist. Vanessa didn't budge, as she awaited Eve's next move. She could feel Eve's face buried in her hair, as she inhaled her scent. Kisses followed on her head, cheek, and down her neck. Vanessa inhaled deeply as Eve slid her hands down either side of her hips and around to her firm, round buttocks. Vanessa sighed audibly in response to her young lover's advances, wiggling her bottom ever so slightly.

Brazenly, Eve slipped her hands under Vanessa's skirt and squeezed her naked ass cheeks. Her legs opened wider as she silently invited Eve to explore her feminine charms more intimately. She could feel Eve's inquisitive fingers find her dampness, and her breathing grew deeper with each new caress. She rose onto her tiptoes as Eve slowly ran her finger delicately up and down her increasingly moist slit. Vanessa's own fingers found her erect nipples, and she pinched them through her thin blouse and bra.

Eve found her throbbing clit and lightly grazed her four fingertips over it steadily, causing Vanessa's knees to buckle as she struggled to remain standing. She felt Eve's index finger penetrate her wet warmth, quickly joined by her middle finger as well. Eve felt a tingle as she touched Vanessa's wispy patch of soft hair on her mound.

"Oh lord, Eve, that feels so good…finger me, Eve! Fuck me with your fingers, YES!!" She reached back with her hand and wrapped her arm around Eve's neck, pulling her closer. "Do it, baby, fuck me hard!" She had pulled Eve's face close enough to the window so that Eve could see that Mr. Benson was back at his position behind his telescope, taking in the whole show. By now, Eve wasn't bothered by the man's presence, and actually gave him a quick wave with her non-engaged hand. He waved back, of course. She didn't think Vanessa was aware of his presence yet, so she decided to up the ante: she knelt down behind her, pulled the black skirt down her legs and had Vanessa step out of it.

Checking on Mr. Benson first, she leaned in and began licking Vanessa's most private parts. There was something extra arousing, knowing that they were being watched, even if it was some lonely old man across the way.

"Spread you cheeks, Vanessa."

"What?"

Eve grabbed both of Vanessa's hands and placed them on either ass cheek.

"Spread them!" she commanded, and Vanessa complied. Eve immediately buried her face in Vanessa's most sensitive area. Her tongue danced around her forbidden entrance for just a minute or two before it disappeared deep inside. Vanessa shrieked out loud as she pulled her cheeks even wider. "Oh lord god, that feels so good!"

She hardly got the words out before Eve jammed her two fingers deep into Vanessa's pulsating cunt as she continued to lock her lips on her dark opening. Vanessa squirmed uncontrollably at the dual intrusion and didn't even seem to notice that her head repeatedly banged against the glass as she was gloriously brought to orgasm by her young lover.

"Oh, Eve, OH! YES!! OH, FUCK ME!!!"

Eve worked her magic on the famous model until the girl could come no more, and collapsed in a heap onto the floor. Eve looked out the window and gave Mr. Benson a thumb's up to go along with the big grin on her face. He responded in kind, and made like he fainted from all the excitement. She wasn't sure if Vanessa was even aware that he had watched the whole thing.

It took Vanessa several minutes to recover; such was the intensity of her session with the younger girl.

"Wow, Eve. That was…you were…fucking amazing!" She finally managed to utter. "You are so uninhibited. Frankly, you surprised me. I wonder what other surprises you may have to share. And speaking of which, tell me about that strap-on you brought with you."

"Well, it's really nothing special. Just the standard strap-on, I suppose," Eve answered. "Do you want me to get it?"

"Tell you what: I have to stop by the bathroom…how about if we meet up in my bedroom in a few minutes?" Vanessa suggested.

"Okay then, I'll see you soon," Eve agreed.

When Vanessa entered her bedroom, Eve was sitting up on the bed with the black strap-on next to her.

"Wow, so this is it, huh?" Vanessa asked rather innocently as she picked it up and inspected it closely.

"I'm surprised you've never seen one before, Vanessa."

"Well I've seen them in porn videos, but I never…well, you know…saw one up close and personal, so to speak," she adm