I wrinkled my nose in disgust, nudging my now very poor excuse for a best friend. Faune grinned at me and winked, nudging me back. She seemed without a care, though in an environment like this, that was pure idiocy. It bordered on lunacy, really. "C'mon, Aura honey, it's all good!" she encouraged.

Allow me to repeat: idiocy.

"Don't call me 'Aura,'" I ordered her. "It's Aurelie or it's nothing else."

"We're supposed to be friends! Is it so wrong to give you a nickname?" She dared to nudge me again, only adding to my irritation. Why had I ever called her my best friend? Faune was such a...well, I had already called her an idiot, and that was really all there was to say about her. She was too bouncy, to open, too happy, too everything. It grated on my nerves, grinding like a pumice stone that I couldn't take away, much less throw out.

I remembered that she had spoken, so I responded through gritted teeth, "Yes."

All of this - the endeavor to get me dressed up in something more than my usual "prudish" clothes, the long hours spent doing my makeup, the excursion to a gay club that I had never, ever wanted to enter - was Faune's fault. "But you know, it's good for you to get out for once! I mean, you're always shut away with your books and your studying, and that has to be bad for your health -"

"Faune?"

"Yep?" she beamed broadly at me, turning her bright eyes to meet my glare.

"Shut up."

Faune pouted cutely - I would give her that - and nudged me for the third time. It was a harder nudge, a scolding nudge. As scolding as someone so damn...sunshiny...could be. "I only do these things for your benefit, Aura. You know that if you never let go, you'll shrivel up like a prune in that apartment, and I'd be the one to find your emaciated body..."

She never shut up. I began tuning her out, not even gracing her with grunts or nods in reply to her endless chattering. Was she deaf that she didn't notice how old it got to hear only her own high-pitched, excited voice droning on and on into eternity? Did she even realize that the loud music was drowning her out as effectively as my disinterest?

Well, of course she didn't, which made it very convenient for me to find a vacant spot at the bar, near a darkened corner. I sat her down beside me with a cold look and waited for the bartender to come by. I wasn't enthused about this, but at least I would get a few drinks out of it. It would be entirely too ironic if I learned that they had good booze after such a long time of purposely ignoring the place. After all, for all that I appreciated the female form, I didn't actively seek it out in gay bars. I didn't want that kind of attention. One night stands weren't my style, and sure, I enjoyed drinking. I just didn't enjoy it enough that I'd want to go out to a dark, hot place like this, dressed in more revealing clothes than were legal in most places.

Beside me, Faune found a good way to pass the time. She started tossing peanuts into her mouth, acting what I would have normally called very cute. In my intense state of irritation at her, though, I hardly appreciated it. She would have done better to go back to talking. I hated her chatter, but I was beginning to hate her hyper, bizarre eating habits even more. Why oh why did I hang out with her? God, I must have been drunk when I chose my friends!

"Auraaaaa, I wanna dance. Will you dance with me?" Faune's voice cut into the deep, throbbing beat of the music, a shrill intruder into my equally deep, dark thoughts. "Pwease?"

I glared again. I had a feeling I would be doing a lot of that tonight. "If you swear never to use that baby voice on me again, all right," I caved.

"Yay!" Faune grabbed my arm, stuffed one last peanut into her mouth, and tugged me onto the dance floor by the wrist. Her grip was hard, crushing. My bones were probably eroding into tiny dust particles with all this dragging and all this pressure. "Have I ever told you how much I love you, Aura? 'Cause you're the best!"

I nodded absently. "Whatever." It was more important to me to get this dance done with, get home, get out of these clothes, wash this makeup off my face... I wasn't thinking as I put Faune in front of me, her smaller body pressing eagerly against mine. She always took advantage of the situation when she could, and this was no exception. Regrettably for my sanity and personal space, she loved close contact with others. Especially those she annoyed...that is, the people she called her friends. She took my hands and placed them against her hips. I frowned, not sure that I liked this position very much; her dress had holes up and down both sides, and I could feel her skin between small strips of cloth. She looked up at me, making it a point to press her smaller breasts against mine.

"Dance with me!" she commanded happily. And damn me for it, I complied.

At first, the sensation of her breasts in their tight casing pressed against my own was unnerving. I had danced with friends before, yes, but never like this. Never in public. Never when it felt like they wanted to drag me off the floor and ravish me, or rather, ravish me right there. My frown deepened. Faune, looking up at me with a cheery glow in her eyes, took it for a frown of concentration. Or so I interpreted the little smile that she sent me, wrapping her arms up around me to rub her slim body against me. I'm sorry to say that I joined her in the movement, rubbing against her in return; however, I wasn't nearly as enthusiastic or provocative about it as she was.

Faune refused to let me go when the first song was over; we stayed on the floor for the next one, a similarly fast one that kept both of us in constant movement. She tightened her grip on me and in a moment of selfishness, I gripped her hips tightly, digging my fingernails in just a bit. Faune only smiled at me, though, refusing to show any sign of weakness. Then again, perhaps she merely didn't care what I did as long as I danced with her. This was a momentous occasion for her, a huge victory: she had taken the Snow Queen out on the dance floor, and she was melting my initial front of disgust for all humanity. I still didn't like dancing; don't get me wrong on that front. No, Faune had only succeeded in getting me to give in to instinct and dance with her, release a trickle of sexuality that was, for my normal standards, a dangerous flood.

When the song ended, I stopped moving as soon as I could and disentangled myself from Faune. She whined constantly as I took her back to the bar, seated her again, and signaled for the bartender. "You're mean to me!" bitched Faune.

"Waaah," came my retort. "Faune, shut up."

"You never let me have any fun! I told you, you need to get out and have fun! It isn't all study, study, study! Your grades are perfect, it's not like one night is gonna change anything..."

I tuned her out again.

The bartender finally arrived, saving me from Faune's stream of talk. "Blackjack," I said tersely. I glanced over at Faune, who wasn't paying any attention to the bartender, and added, "And a cosmopolitan."

He arched an eyebrow, looking between us, and smiled a little before he walked away. I rolled my eyes and waited until he was out of earshot before I said, "I hope you're happy."

"I'm not happy at all!" Faune said. "I told you, you're mean! Why don't you ever want to do anything?"

"This isn't my idea of fun."

"Then what is?"

It was the umpteenth time that night that I glared at her, hoping that my eyes were like sharp points of ice boring into her thick skull to her minuscule brain. "Reading. My computer. Being at home." It was obvious; she should have guessed those things directly off the bat. I should never have expected that of her, but I liked to believe that once in a while, Faune had a brief burst of intelligence. Never a supernova, mind you; she wasn't capable. Faune was nice and she was cute. She was not smart, helpful, or useful in any way. She hadn't the capacity to use much of her brain unless it meant scheming to take a hapless friend - like me - out to one of her favorite clubs.

The bartender was my salvation for the second time that night, arriving with our drinks. He gave us another conspirational smile, like he knew what we were going to do once we left the club. I didn't give him the pleasure of smiling back or saying anything except for, "Thanks." I handed over plenty of money to cover the cost of the drinks and the tip, and I managed not to scowl at him as I did it.

"Aura." I ignored Faune, taking a delicate sip of my drink. Much, much better. I wasn't a smiling kind of person, or I might have let a little one quirk my lips. With a little alcohol in my system, I might even be able to tolerate Faune and succeed in not harming her, either emotionally or physically. "Aura." I took another sip. "Aura!"

Ugh. "What?"

"Isn't that Leda?" she asked, pointing to another face in the crowd.

I sighed and reluctantly turned my gaze from my drink to follow her finger. It was rude to point; usually, I would inform her of this in a cool voice. But not now. I was too busy being shocked that one of our other friends had dared to set foot inside a gay club. Before I could stop her, Faune was gesturing wildly, calling out, "Leda! Leda, get over here!"

"Faune -" I started to warn, but as my luck would have it, I was too late.

Leda waved to us and hurried over, practically pushing her way through the throng to plop herself down on the stool next to Faune. "What are you doing here, Faune? And with Aurelie, no less!"

I can usually appreciate Leda for being less hyper and overly outgoing than Faune, but this... This was ridiculous, to say the least. "She doesn't want to come. It took me forever and ever just to get her to come out - like it's bad or something! - and now she's all pissy at me," Faune launched into an explanation. "It's not my fault that she holes up in her apartment all the time and reads! I think the makeover is good for her."

"I had no say in this," I added. To calm my steadily disintegrating nerves, I took a long drink.

Leda shook her head. "Well, it does look good on you," she concluded. "I'm surprised that you allowed Faune to put so much makeup on you, though."

"Like I said, no say in this."

Faune rolled her eyes theatrically and finally got around to sipping her previously ignored drink. "She's such a dramatist," she said, as though that summed everything up and packaged it neatly. "I mean, look at her! Don't you think she should be happy?"

Fortunately, Leda had a more neutral perspective. It saved Faune from having her neck wrung. "People aren't made happy by the same things. But if it were me," she continued, noticing the sinking look on Faune's face, "I would be happy."

Grinning at her, Faune took a long, long drink, nearly finishing off her cosmopolitan. "Hey, Leda, dance with me!" She never asks anyone to dance, I've noticed; she had to give orders. Had we not been in a dance club packed full of sweaty bodies and filled to the brim with thudding techno music, I might have ventured to call her determination and domineering nature cute. But as I mentioned before, Faune was not cute after inflicting this kind of torture on me.

"All right!" Leda bounced off with Faune, probably pleased to have a distraction from my crankiness.

I polished off the last of my drink and signaled to the bartender again. He stopped flirting with an obviously intoxicated blond man and sauntered over. "What happened to your girlfriend?" he asked casually.

I did scowl at him this time. "She's dancing," I answered.

"And you're not dancing with her?"

What was it with people tonight? Was it officially Annoy Aurelie Day? "No, I'm not. It's better that way." I lightened my frown as I went on to say, "Another blackjack, please."

"Sure, sure," said the bartender happily. He and Faune would probably get along if they met outside the club; I was sure of it, actually. People like them often gravitated to one another, and for good reason: people like me - quiet people who knew what it meant to be calm - scared them off. He was faster about getting my drink this time, I noticed. He got back to flirting as quickly as he could. Again, he was like Faune in that aspect.

I glanced out on the floor and saw Faune and Leda together. They were both wearing short, tight dresses that were starting to ride up on their thighs. I smirked at that. It would serve Faune right if someone saw her thong. I was positive that she was wearing one. Most likely, it would be one with embarrassing print of some kind on it. Surprisingly, Faune wasn't leading as she had been when she and I danced. She had given in to letting Leda control the situation. Leda, for her part, seemed to enjoy it. My smirk broadened. Leda was smiling down at Faune with her hands curling around her waist as if she thought she could encircle it easily. Their faces were so close that if either of them wanted to, they could have easily kissed the other.

I felt a stir. An almost unfamiliar warmth building in my body. It was a sensation that I'd not felt for a while, so it shocked me to realize exactly how I felt about the view.

I was watching my two best friends (if Faune could be called that) dance. And it turned me on.

Quickly, so as not to let them notice that I liked watching them, I put my normal cold expression back on my face. When Faune looked over at me with a broad grin, she saw it and immediately stuck out her tongue. That sent the wrong signal to me, and I looked away. Thinking about what she could use that little tongue for was very disconcerting. Moments before I was pissed off at her, and now her cuteness was kicking in again and I was having revelations I'd never wanted to have.

Ever.

Combine Faune's cuteness with Leda's more reserved mien, her beauty that came in muted tones, and it was a picture that made me almost miserable. I battled with myself as I watched, noting every movement of Leda's sinewy body. The short skirt was higher on her thighs now, revealing more of her pale legs. I deepened my scowl. Her hair was starting to fall out of her high ponytail, too. It only added to the rapidly building sensuality.

I finished my second blackjack, grabbed Faune's cosmopolitan, and gulped it down as well. I would need all the alcohol I could possibly get if I was going to act on impulse for once in my life.

Which, stupidly enough, I went right ahead and did.

Rising from my seat at the bar, I made my way through the crowd. I kept a slow, prowling pace as I approached my two friends. I achieved my goal; neither of them noticed me until I was too close to ignore anymore. Then, seeing me at last, Faune beamed and Leda, too, cracked a small smile. "Hey," said Leda, her happiness evident in her voice. I barely heard her over the music, but that was all right. I was too busy being astounded at my behavior to make any response, or even to acknowledge that I had heard her. "Are you going to cut in?"

"No, just join," I replied. I didn't smile, didn't say anything else, and I really didn't need to. I got behind Faune so that she was sandwiched between Leda and I, giving her time to get comfortable with that position. Placing my hands on her hips as they had been earlier - right beneath Leda's hands - I sighed. In that sigh, I released all my tension, my annoyance, my reservations. I let myself move against Faune, my hands moving up to brush against Leda's occasionally. Our legs were all in a tangle, our eyes meeting one another from time to time. Faune giggled once, pleased to be the center of attention. She lifted her arms from Leda and put them over her head, bumping and grinding against both of us. Every time her smooth legs brushed against mine, every time I felt Leda's fingers touching my hands, every time Faune smiled or Leda closed her eyes, I felt the fire inside me spark again.

Why hadn't I thought of this before? It was, put simply, brilliant.

"Aurelie, you want to go?"

I snapped out of my heated trance and my unfocused eyes met Leda's. Her gaze was warm, like her smile, and I almost smiled back. Even though I was not at all the type of person who smiles casually. "What?"

Faune giggled and tapped the tip of my nose with a small finger. "We want to go. Home, that is."

"Oh?" I contained my desire to smirk. Mentally, I added, "My house or yours?" But I hardly needed to voice it; I knew the invitation hanging in the air, nearly tangible, nearly written out before my very eyes. "Then let's go."

It was more complicated than it sounded when any of us said it. We had to get our coats - with much arguing from Faune, who insisted on being a moron and proclaimed that something was missing from her coat pockets once she got it back - and argue over whose car we were going to take. All the while, the three of us were huddled together on the sidewalk underneath Leda's big, black umbrella. It was slicked with rain, which dripped off the sides like little tears. I was about to cry tears of my own - tears of frustration - when Leda suggested that we take separate cars and drive to Faune's apartment, since it was the biggest.

Although when she said biggest, she meant the biggest bed. I knew that without asking and without seeing the suggestive look in her glinting brown eyes. I gave in and smirked at that. It was true; we'd need a big bed.

Trust the biggest idiot in the group to have the best things.

Irony plays too large a role in my life.

Faune was bouncing excitedly as she drove, making me nervous when she nearly ran two red lights. "Pay attention to the road," I snapped tersely. I was jittery with arousal, not sure what to do with myself until we got to her apartment, to her bedroom, where we would be free. She stuck her tongue out at me for the second time. If I were anyone else, I think I would have blushed. Thank God I'm not anyone else.

"Meanie," she laughed.

"Idiot," I replied.

She didn't care. She kept leading the way, Leda's car visible behind us despite the darkness of the night and the insistent rain that pounded from the black sky to beat against the black pavement, and against our cars. We were some of the only ones out, and for that I was grateful. There was no chance of meeting anyone else we knew. No one could make disparaging comments on Monday, and I could protect my reputation as the Snow Queen. Perfect.

Once inside her apartment building's parking garage, she parked in a hurry and sprang from the car like some demented jack-in-the-box. Obviously, I was calmer as I climbed out of the car. Inside, though, my mind was racing and my nerves were crazy. I was pleased that Leda made quick work of parking and getting out of her own car, and even more pleased when Faune went straight to business and all but hauled us bodily into the elevator. It wouldn't have made sense for us, what with being in nearly murderously high heels, to climb the four flights of stairs up to Faune's apartment.

Faune hopped up and down in the elevator, hair bobbing, breasts bouncing; I tore my eyes off of her and dared a look at Leda, who was a little bit calmer. Not much. She was compulsively cleaning her nails, studying them as if they were suddenly quite fascinating. Unsure what to do with myself, I refused to squirm or show outward impatience. I kept my face impassive while I forced myself to focus my eyes on the lighted panel that told us what floor we were on.

Fourth floor. Finally!

Grabbing hold of us, Faune took control yet again. We made it to her apartment door in record time. Her fingers fumbled to find the right key, and she was shaking so badly with pronounced anticipation that it took her a record long time merely to unlock the door and open it for us. In sync, we threw off our coats and removed our shoes, leaving all of it in a careless heap.

I had never been messy when entering someone's apartment. This was almost exhilarating. "Bedroom?" Leda asked.

"Yeah!" cried Faune, just as I choked, "Yes"

Leda smiled with undisguised lust and walked beside me, our paces slow and measured, as Faune ran to the bedroom ahead of us, all but screaming in joy at what was to come. It was so cute that I forgot my annoyance at her. At both of them, really. Who could be annoyed when they were about to do something...questionable with their friends? Certainly not me.

I reached out and stopped Faune from her futile attempts to slide her dress down over her breasts and subsequently off her body. Whining, she was about to say something when I shook my head. Leda caught on and told her, "We're going to do this properly."

"Properly?" Faune tilted her head.

I nodded and resisted the initial urge to roll my eyes at her stupidity. Taking hold of her shoulders, I drew her to me and kissed her petulant mouth, a simple brush of lips against lips. She gave me no resistance, so I kissed her again. This time, I ran my tongue over her bottom lip until she opened her mouth for me with a little noise of assent. I slid my hands down from her shoulders to rest on the small of her back. She took that as an invitation and moved her own hands up to run them through my hair. I was at once glad that I'd left it out of the regular ponytail - rather, she had - to go out to that club.

As I explored her mouth with my tongue, rubbing it gently over hers to spur her into further action, I wondered idly why I had never thought of doing this with my friends before. Faune was cute, and she tasted like warm heaven to me. I upped the intensity of the kiss, pulling her closer until she was flush against me. Faune took control then, not wanting to be left behind. I heard her let out a soft, breathy moan, and she bore down upon me. Quite literally, really; she pushed me back so that my knees pressed against the edge of her bed. She broke the kiss to let me fall, and might have started the whole thing over if Leda hadn't wanted her part in things.

"You two can't leave me out," she said quietly, joining us on the bed. She put her index finger under Faune's chin and guided her over so that their lips could meet. I watched in fascination as Faune automatically responded, her small pink tongue visible as she slid it slowly and teasingly into Leda's waiting mouth. I could see their tongues battling against one another, a languorous, erotic dance that never seemed to end. I didn't want it to.

It did, and when that happened, I was definitely ready. I rose from my supine position to claim Leda's lips, mingling my saliva with hers and the traces of Faune's that were already there. It might seem disturbing, but to me, it was delicious. Nibbling lightly on her bottom lip, I tangled one hand in her dark hair and searched for Faune with the other. When my fingers found her, I reached up around her back and gave her dress a tug, trying to remove it without assistance. Getting the message - a feat that deserved applause, which I was too aroused to give - I waited to take my hand away until she had begun stripping. I let myself concentrate fully on Leda then, wanting more of her taste and her heat and her small, stifled moans. She was very responsive, and contrary to my prior opinions, her vocal appreciation for everything I did to her was all that I wanted to hear. I would never call either of them stupid again for talking too much, not now that I knew what other noises they could make.

But I wanted to hear more of those noises. I moved away from Leda, breaking our kiss. Faune got to work disrobing Leda, her green eyes mischievous as she hurried to unfasten Leda's dress. Her already being naked, I got a wonderful view. I had only to sit back and observe the unfolding action. Remembering, though, that I was still clothed while they were stripping down, I sighed. I hated being naked around other people; I hated that feeling of scrutiny, of vulnerability, of being the focus of all attention for reasons that were hardly academic.

I shook it off. These were my best friends. For all that I believed them to be intellectually inferior, at least I knew that they would not tease me or hold anything against me - certainly not my appearance.

Faune turned from undressing Leda right in time to see me taking off my - actually, it was borrowed from her - halter top and leaning over the edge of the bed to let it drop on top of her discarded dress. She licked her lips and, getting on her hands and knees with her bottom facing Leda, she took over the task of removing my skintight skirt. I had to lift my legs so that she could peel the leather away from my skin, but it was worth it when I saw the look on her face.

"Why don't you ever show yourself to anyone?" she demanded, tilting her head. Her short hair bobbed when she did that, and I lifted a hand to touch it with appreciative fingers. "You're really beautiful, Aura!"

I thanked God again that I never blushed.

Taking stock of her body, I had to smile. Faune was pale - I already knew that without seeing her naked - and her nipples were hardening with the coldness of the bedroom. I was tempted to push her onto her back and encircle one of them in my mouth, but I pushed temptation away. That could wait until we were all ready. I took off my panties and felt myself smiling even more broadly when Faune snatched them from me and tossed them off to the side. "You won't be needing those!" she said.

"Obviously." I did give into temptation this time, pushing her back so that Leda and I could both have our fill of her. And have our fill we did. I trailed my fingers up her stomach and over her left breast until they found her nipple. She gifted me with a hitch in her breath and a poorly stifled moan. "Just wait," I told her. "If you like that..." Leaning down, I let my tongue trace a circle around her nipple, making it even harder than it had been. She moaned once again, inciting me to pinch her other nipple between my fingers.

Leda had been sitting back passively until that moment. Seeing her opportunity, she took full advantage of it and kissed Faune's mouth, which was open in another small moan. She ineffectively tried to silence our friend, who only moaned into her mouth all the more. I looked up at them, closing my mouth around Faune's nipple at the same time that Leda ended the kiss to take a breath. Faune moaned, Leda's mouth not there to mute the sound. Not for long, though, because Leda moved down again, occupying both their tongues as I watched. I saw Leda moving on from Faune's lips to pull gently on her earlobe with her lips and teeth. What a lovely sight indeed.

We would certainly have to do this more often, knowing what it felt like and how beautiful both my friends were.

Releasing Faune's nipple, I rose to kiss her lips myself. Leda and I essentially switched places, she moving down to suck lightly on Faune's right nipple while I caressed her tongue with my own. She arched into both of us, one hand in my hair and the other in Leda's. I felt so very right kissing her that when Faune turned her head to the side, ending the moment, I was unable to comprehend the sudden change. "You guys," she said, her voice starting to take on the tone she used when she was teasing us, "I don't want to be the only one who gets pleasure here."

"Mmm?" Leda hummed around her nipple. Faune let out a soft cry at the sensation. I decided that it would be in my best interest to retake her left nipple, which I did gladly. She was crying out in abandon now, trying to form coherent words but failing. Finally, she managed to wail, "W-Wait!"

We both pulled our mouths from her nipples at the same time, looking up into her pleasure-clouded, pretty green eyes. Faune beamed at us and showed dominance again, pushing me over so that I was now on my back. Leda grinned wickedly and moved to kneel next to her. Seconds before Faune leaned down to lick my nipple, I tried to untie Leda's ponytail. Once I felt that sweet, hot mouth around my sensitive nipple, though, I gave it up. Leda untied her hair for herself and let it cascade over my skin as she joined Faune, both of them licking the same nipple simultaneously. My cold mask of apathy, cracked from the previous activities of the night - maybe with the alcohol's influence; I wasn't sure - shattered and I unsuccessfully held back a cry. They were so good at what they were doing...so good...

I cried out in earnest; Faune had moved to suckle softly on my other nipple, while Leda's teeth had closed slightly around my nipple and she gave it a little tug. I nearly screamed at the pleasure, grabbing onto Leda's hair and pulling at it in ecstasy. My vision had blurred; looking at them, all I could see was Leda's mass of black hair and Faune's short auburn hair. Their faces were lost to me, bent over my nipples, making me feel like some sort of goddess - a goddess underserving of their worship. I released another cry. I couldn't help myself, couldn't stop it even had I wasted the time trying. There was more to say, much more, but I felt Leda's hand tickling its way down my stomach, stopping at my inner thigh. Her hand rubbed against it warmly, her fingers closer and inevitably closer still to the core of my heat.

"Leda!" I wailed. Her fingertips were beginning to brush the anticipant wetness between my legs, seeking out my clitoris. She gave me no release; she refused to touch it, instead dancing around it, the one place that I truly wanted to be pleasured.

Faune, noticing what we were doing, had risen from my nipple to watch. Beneath me, the mattress bent down as Faune crawled over it to change positions. She stopped when she was behind Leda, and here she slid herself down so that she lay beneath Leda, who was still on her hands and knees. Faune and I were within inches of one another, her crotch so close to my own that I swore I felt her warmth radiating off her in heady waves. More likely it was my own heat, my own arousal, but I no longer knew quite where my body ended and my friends' began. Leda gave a sudden scream of pleasure, and my eyes shot open.

Faune's mouth was quite busy between Leda's spread legs, her fingers holding the glistening lips leading to Leda's vagina open, allowing her tongue and lips better access. Leda mewled, forgetting entirely about what she had been about to do to me. To be honest, I had forgotten it for the moment as well, too concentrated on the other two. I watched in fascination and listened with a smile quirking my lips; Faune had moved her index and middle fingers to rub at Leda's clitoris, and Leda was screaming with pleasure.

Feeling the pounding need in my own clitoris, however, I quickly recalled that Leda owed me my pleasure, and I took her hand in mine, guiding it to that special little spot. Leda caught on immediately and my screams joined hers. She was too good at this.

My mind was stripped of coherent thought.

Forget calling me our college's resident genius; I was like any other woman when I felt such a heavenly sensation against my clitoris. This was all-consuming, fiery passion, a boundless ecstasy that leapt through my body, inflaming my being and engulfing my mind. My heart thudded desperately in my chest as my screams tore from my throat repeatedly.

Somehow, in the midst of all this torturous bliss, I found my sanity for a brief moment and slipped a hand between my legs to stimulate Faune's clitoris. She shrieked and ceased pleasuring Leda, forgetting that seconds prior to my decision, she had been happily licking Leda's clitoris, oblivious to her personal needs. My sanity was gone again shortly after that.

All I could think about was how good I felt, how good I hoped I was making Faune feel, how good I was sure Faune was making Leda feel. The flames in my body ignited full force, rapidly metamorphosing into a bonfire that refused to end. Leda's scream jerked me to reality as her orgasm hit her and hit her hard. Her fingers stopped moving and she pressed her body back, trying to get more of Faune's mouth on her clitoris; Faune continued to work, clearly relentless despite Leda's orgasm.

Leda collapsed atop both of us, sprawling out with one hand resting tenderly on my stomach, giving me fluttering feelings of warmth, the other remaining between my legs with her fingers paused in their work. I squirmed, panting, my mouth hanging open and ready to resume screaming. "Leda," I said eventually, "Please, go on. I need you to. Please..."

She nodded against my breasts and got back up on her hands and knees, rescuing Faune from being crushed. I let my hand go back to work, basking in my delight at Faune's cries. She was so adorable, unmoving, her voice restrained from making its full range of sounds by her continued involvement with Leda's clitoris. Leda moaned and started to cry out anew. "Faune, ohh, no...that feels so good, damn..."

Shaking her head, she bent over and the next thing I knew, her tongue had discovered my clitoris, and I had discovered the most exquisite pleasure ever known. I screamed - incapable of saying Leda's name at this point - and that was it.

My world broke around me, the pieces coming down in waves of hot bliss that washed over me and through me. I was consumed. I kept screaming, my voice breaking, and Leda rose. I'm sure that she grinned at me, but I was too lost to care what happened now. The world could end, and I would have accepted it with a sated smile.

I was so high from my orgasm that I'm amazed I even remembered Faune. She had yet to come. It would be unfair and cruel of me to deny her that, or to slow her orgasm considerably. I let my fingers get to work again, alternating between caressing her clitoris lightly and rubbing it with rougher pressure. Given her heightened sensitivity, it was a scant matter of minutes until she hit her orgasm. Like Leda and I, she screamed, but her scream had a name. "AURAAAAAAA!"

I thought my already melted, warmed heart would explode at the sound of her nickname for me exploding from her lips. I smiled, possibly the biggest smile that had ever been on my face in my life, and removed my hand to lick off my fingers. Leda sighed in contentment somewhere above me, falling off to the side so as not to hurt Faune and I when she sank to the mattress. "Aura...Leda...that was something else." Faune rose lethargically and sprawled herself out over both of us, one arm around me and the other around Leda.

"Yeah," Leda breathed. "Can we do it again sometime?"

I do believe that I grinned. I kissed first Leda, then Faune, on the cheek. Faune studied me for a long moment and suddenly, she giggled. "You're still wearing lipstick!" she exclaimed.

"And you're still acting like an idiot," I said fondly, kissing her cheek a second time.

Leda laughed at us. "You two are never going to stop, are you?" She shuffled over, getting closer to Faune and me. "I suppose I can be your referee."

I kissed her cheek, too. "I'd like that."

"Me, too." Faune kissed both of us - a peck on the lips each - and nestled closer. If she could get any closer than this, she probably would have done so, but to do that, she would have to share our bodies. I smiled at the thought; technically speaking, she already had. Oddly, I found that no matter what I had thought about her - and about Leda, of course - in the past, I wouldn't have it any other way.

In all our imperfection, we were perfect. Why hadn't I seen it before?

Why didn't I ever give in to these two beautiful women?

I intended to do it quite a bit in the future, if I had my way. And if Faune and Leda were willing. Naturally, I'm sure that one can guess how willing they were to give in to the suggestion...

"Why wouldn't I be?! You're my best friend and I love you!" cried Faune the next day after I brought the subject up for further discussion.

I believe she sums it up well.