La Suite (23 page)

“Now, let’s get
the pin out,” he said. David and Dani kneeled in front of Gaëlle
again, and between them managed to unscrew the two parts of the pin
and slide it out. Gaëlle’s labia retracted inside her cleft, but
her clitoris, massively swollen, still jutted out.

“Does it still
hurt, now that the pin is out?” Dani asked.

“Not in the
same way,” Gaëlle said, lying back on the floor. “Even though my
clitoris is still throbbing madly as if it could burst at any
moment. With the pin, it was agony.” She smiled weakly. “Thank you
for spoiling me. I know I’m crazy at times. Not many people would
have been as understanding, so thank you again. Now I’m ready for
you two to fuck me, for as long as you want, using anything you
want, penetrating me anywhere that you want. In fact, I’m not just
ready for you to do whatever you want with me, I’m begging for it
to begin. Are we going to do it here?”

“You’re sure
you want some more sexual activity?” David asked. “That wasn’t
enough for you?”

“A promise is a
promise. Even if I wasn’t feeling in the mood, I’d still tell you I
want you both to fuck me. As it is, I’m only too willing, but I’d
rather it happened on a bed. This floor is rather hard.”

Dani helped
Gaëlle to stand and they made their way through into the master
bedroom. Gaëlle lay back on the bed and sighed.

“This is
wonderful,” she said. “David, can you please fuck me before my sex
is back to normal? I want to know how that feels, if that’s okay
with you, Dani.”

David stripped
off and kneeled between Gaëlle’s thighs at the foot of the bed. He
paused for a moment, poised with the tip of his penis just touching
Gaëlle’s swollen labia, then, in a single thrust, buried himself in
her vagina to the hilt.

“Oooh! That
feels good,” Gaëlle moaned. “It’s been so long.” She lifted her
legs up over David’s shoulders, so he could plunge more deeply
inside her. She turned her head to where Dani sat watching. “Come
and join us, Dani. Please. I want to eat you.”

Dani climbed
across the bed and straddled Gaëlle’s face. In that position, she
was also able to stretch forward to kiss David. Gaëlle took as much
of Dani’s sex into her mouth as she could. The soft labia tasted
salty, and she sucked hard on them, adding that pleasure to the
ripples in her vagina as David continued his rhythmic thrusts. She
hadn’t come by the time he flooded her, but she didn’t mind. He
hauled himself onto the bed and watched Gaëlle and Dani.

Eventually,
Dani tapped Gaëlle on the arm, “It isn’t going to happen just yet,
Gaëlle,” she said. “Just get into bed with us.” She turned down the
duvet and all three snuggled under it, Gaëlle in between Dani and
David, like spoons. Nobody moved for some time. Gaëlle relaxed,
feeling safe between two warm, naked bodies.

Being
penetrated by David reminded Gaëlle very emotionally of what she
missed from Jérôme. She felt the urge to talk about it. “Thank you
for just now” she said to him. “I haven’t had sex with a man since
Jérôme. I do miss him still.”

“How could you
not?” Dani said. “You two had such a great rapport.”

“Should I have
done anything different to remind you?” David asked.

His question
awoke memories in Gaëlle, and she had to giggle. “The only thing
you didn’t manage was the noises,” she said. “When Jérôme and I had
simple sex, you know, just the two of us, like any married couple,
he used to make the most extraordinary noises when he finished.”
She thought for a moment. “
Whooo!
” she exclaimed. “
Eurgh!
Ouf!
And if he attempted to talk, there’d be a shudder that
broke up the words!
S–s–sorry. I her–hope the ner–neighbours are
out!
” David and Dani joined in her laughter.

“The concept of
Jérôme ever struggling to get his words out is hard to imagine,”
David conceded. They cuddled for a while. Dani initiated the next
phase. She caressed Gaëlle while David watched, then the two women
caressed David until he spurted into Dani’s mouth. David and Gaëlle
attacked Dani as a team, penetrating her sex and anus with fingers
and a dildo that David brought out from a bedside drawer. It went
on into the early hours of the morning.

At last, Dani,
exhausted, turned to face Gaëlle and wrapped her arms around her.
The kiss they exchanged was gentle and loving, rather than fierce
and passionate. Gaëlle felt David’s lips on the back of her neck,
then his arms encompassed both herself and Dani. In this position,
they drifted into sleep

Chapter
Twenty-six

It was the door
opening quietly that woke Gaëlle. Daylight was creeping across the
floor, so she knew it must be quite late. Next to her, Dani sighed
in her sleep and turned over, lost to the world. Beyond Dani,
David’s soft snore told Gaëlle that she was the only one of the
trio to be awake. She sat up and rubbed her eyes, blinked and then
almost cried out. Peering round the door was a girl’s face. Gaëlle
recognized Amélie from the photos she’d been looking at the
previous evening. Amélie smiled and put a finger to her lips.
Gaëlle smiled back, very aware that it was unlikely to be usual for
the fourteen-year-old to find her parents in bed with an unknown,
bare-breasted woman. Amélie beckoned to her. Gaëlle slipped
carefully out of the bed so as not to disturb the other two. She
was conscious of her nudity, and caught Amélie’s gaze taking in her
depilated sex. Gaëlle couldn’t do anything about that, so she
tiptoed across to the door.

Outside in the
corridor, Amélie held out a dressing gown to Gaëlle. She took it
and put it on, whispering her thanks. Amélie led the way downstairs
to the kitchen, where her padded anorak hung dripping over the back
of a chair.

“I just made
coffee,” she said. “Want some?”

Gaëlle accepted
gratefully and sat down at the table. The girl sitting opposite her
in jeans and a tee-shirt had changed a little from the photos
Gaëlle had seen the previous evening. She’d lost weight and her
dark hair had been well-cut. She had her father’s dark eyes, but
her mother’s full lips. She would grow into a very attractive
woman, Gaëlle decided. “I know you’re Amélie,” Gaëlle said. “I’m
Gaëlle. Are you supposed to be here? I thought you were away for
the holiday.”

“I ran out of
boot socks,” Amélie said, waving a bare foot. “We had a snowball
fight this morning and I’m soaked.”

“I’m sorry if
you got a shock when you opened the bedroom door,” Gaëlle said. “Or
is this something that has happened before?”

“Oh, no. I know
all about Mum and Dad’s little games, of course, although they
don’t know that I know. But I’ve never seen them in bed with
another person before.”

“You’re taking
it remarkably serenely,” Gaëlle said.

“I love my
parents and if that’s what they enjoy, it’s cool,” Amélie said and
shrugged her shoulders. “You all looked so peaceful when I first
looked in that I sneaked back for a second look, and that was when
you caught me. It was a bit of a surprise to see a topless woman in
bed with Mum and Dad, but I guess you’re all old enough to know
what you’re doing and why. Then you got out of the bed and I could
see why they’d invited you. I hope you had fun.”

“Thank you for
the compliment, Amélie. I can see that you have a great
relationship with this pair of adolescents you have as
parents.”

Amélie laughed.
“That’s so true! I’ve been told that until Mum got pregnant with
Gaël, Dad was very straitlaced, very focused on money and business.
Then something happened that transformed him, the prospect of being
a father, perhaps, and he became much more fun.” She looked up at
Gaëlle, suddenly. “Gaëlle. How much of a coincidence is my
brother’s name?”

“I’ve no idea,”
Gaëlle lied. “I met Dani and David about that time. Perhaps they
just thought it was a nice name?”

“And I’m the
queen of Shangri-La!” Amélie emphasized her disbelief by blowing a
raspberry. “But I can see I’m not going to get any more out of you.
It’s cool. There are quite a few of my friends at school who’d jump
at the chance to have a fling with Dad, I know that. They only come
to visit me so they can flirt with him.”

“He’s an
attractive man, that’s normal.”

“But I hadn’t
realized that Mum was that way.” Amélie shrugged her shoulders
again. “You never can tell with people, can you?”

“A teenage
philosopher! How lovely!” Gaëlle said. “Just keep thinking that way
and you’ll be fine. Now, I must go and find my clothes.”

She made her
way up to the games room and rescued her dress. She couldn’t find
either her knickers or her stockings, so she slipped the dress on
over her naked body and went back to the kitchen.

“If the pair of
very soggy white knickers that I found on the landing this morning
were yours,” Amélie said, “they’re in the washing basket. Perhaps
you’d like to borrow some of mine?”

Gaëlle blushed.
“It’s a bit chilly to be going out with nothing under a dress, so
if you want to be so kind, I’ll accept gracefully, although I could
always borrow some from Dani.”

“No good. Hers
are big on me, so they wouldn’t fit you, either. Besides, I don’t
want to disturb them. Come on, I’ll let you choose.”

Amélie showed
Gaëlle to her room. There was still no sign of life from her
parents. It seemed to entertain Amélie to display her array of
knickers for Gaëlle to pick from. Gaëlle thought wryly of the
contents of her own underwear drawer at age fourteen. Everything
white, everything sensible, including the horrible bra she’d still
been wearing when she met Jérôme.

“You aren’t a
thong person, I’d have said,” Amélie pronounced. “But I’d put money
on it that the white cottons you wore last night aren’t usual for
you, either.” She picked out a pair of skimpy red knickers. “These,
I think.”

Gaëlle took
them, turned her back on the girl and put them on. She pulled her
dress straight before turning to face Amélie again

“Oh, come on!”
Amélie said. “Surely you’re going to let me see how they look?”

“I’m not sure I
should be flashing my knickers at a fourteen year old,” Gaëlle
said.

“It isn’t
flashing, it’s modelling. And they aren’t yours, anyway, they’re
mine! Besides, I’d like to know how they look on a real woman.”

Gaëlle turned
and lifted her dress.

“Wow! They look
great on you! I can see the shape of your…” Amélie paused,
searching for a suitable word.

“Labia?” Gaëlle
suggested.

“Yes, that. It
makes you look just as sexy as when you had nothing on! I hope one
day I’ll be as sexy when I flash someone,” Amélie said.

Gaëlle examined
the girl. “You’ve already lost a kilo or two compared with the
photos I’ve seen from last summer,” she said. “Keep at the sport
and you’ll look fantastic in a few years’ time. If I’m around then,
I’ll be happy for you to show me I was right.”

“I’ll hold you
to that. And I will work at it. Mum is in good shape for her age,
but you’d get as much attention from the boys in my group as Dad
does from the girls.” Amélie paused. “Haven’t you ever had pubic
hair?”

“I shave it, or
have it waxed. I like the look.”

“Which do you
prefer, shaving or wax?”

Gaëlle thought
for a moment. “Waxing gives a better result and lasts a lot longer,
but there’s something about the ritual of using a blade that is
very satisfying, especially when someone else does it for you.”

“Would it suit
me, do you think?”

“Maybe not just
yet. In a few years’ time, you might want to try it out. Right now,
it might make you look as if you’d never had any. Like a little
girl.”

Amélie shook
her head vigorously. “Wouldn’t want that.”

“I agree.
Plenty of time to experiment later,” Gaëlle said.

Down the
hallway, a door opened.

“Oops, there’s
one of them now,” Amélie said. “Best if we meet them in the
kitchen.”

They crept down
the stairs and were finishing their coffee when David appeared,
wearing pyjamas.

“Hi, Amélie,”
he said, kissing the top of her head. “This is Gaëlle.”

“We already did
the introductions,” Amélie said, with a straight face. “I lent her
mum’s dressing gown.”

“Ah, yes.
Gaëlle wasn’t expecting to spend the night here, but with the snow,
you know…”

“Of course,
Dad. Coffee?”

David took his
coffee and a cup for Dani back to the bedroom. Soon afterwards, the
rhythmic creaking of the bed told its own story.

Amélie giggled.
“Don’t you want to go and join them?” she asked. “Isn’t that what
you came for?”

“No, it isn’t.
I came for a quiet dinner with old friends. It didn’t turn out like
that, but still, your parents are entitled to privacy for what
they’re doing just now, don’t you think?”

“I suppose so.
I just thought you’d want to join in.”

“There are
times for that and times for a couple to be together alone. You’ll
find that out in due course, if you choose. Fourteen is a bit soon
for you to know even as much as you do.”

Amélie pulled a
face, but didn’t pursue the matter. The bedroom door opened again
and Dani skipped across the landing at the top of the stairs and
into the bathroom, wearing only her knickers. She emerged ten
minutes later, clutching a towel to her and came down to the
kitchen.

“I lent your
dressing gown to Gaëlle,” Amélie informed her, deadpan. Her mother
grabbed the dressing gown from the back of Gaëlle’s chair and
slipped it on.

“Very generous
of you. Couldn’t Gaëlle have borrowed yours?” Dani asked with an
ironic smile.

“I didn’t think
of that,” Amélie replied. “She’s wearing my knickers, though.”
There was a silence. “I only came for some boot socks. I’m off back
to my friends, now. I hope I’ll see you again,” she said, turning
to Gaëlle. “It was nice to meet you.”