Freeing her innermost desires — Part Nine; Meeting Rose

Parts one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, and eight

Hello there! This is a crossover story where my young lover, Rose (from the Deflowering Rose collection), meets my new friend, Amelia. You really don’t have to have read about Rose to follow this, but Rose has been one of my favourite storylines to write, so feel free to dip into my catalogue and catch up with her.

P xx

“Having you over the road is just too much fun,” I whispered, lying naked on top of Amelia and staring down into her eyes after a completely unplanned, hot afternoon of girl-on-girl sex.

Amelia giggled, having had far too much wine that afternoon. “I know. I really could get used to this.”

Amelia slid her hand down my back slowly and pulled at my ass, forcing my strap-on deeper into her, and the other end into me in the process.

“We need more toys, you know, for two girls,” she said, moaning. “Something bigger, maybe? she sniggered.

“Hubby’s cock is bigger than my strap-on, and you are going to have that all to yourself soon.”

Amelia bit her lip. “I want that. I do. And I know I had a great time with him when you were here, but alone — I’m not sure I’m ready. I want to. I really want to. But…”

I pressed my finger to her lips. “Hey, there’s no rush. This is your fantasy we’re realising here. It goes at your speed.”

She calmed and licked my finger sensually. I slid it into her mouth, and she sucked on it gently.

“I like the taste of pussy,” she whispered as I slid it from her mouth. “Even my own.”

Amelia had given me an idea. Later that evening, I sent a message to Rose.

‘Honey, when are you home next? x’

‘I was going to message you. I’m back this weekend. Why? x’

‘Fab, fancy lunch on Saturday? x’

‘House to ourselves? xx’

‘I have a friend I’d like you to meet. She’ll be here for lunch, then we can be alone afterwards. x’

‘Fab, can’t wait xxxxxxxxxxx’

I had no intention of telling Amelia about my sexual history with Rose — not beforehand, in any case. However, I did plan to get Rose to the house earlier than Amelia on Saturday and tell her what I was up to.

I made the arrangements, letting Amelia think it would just be the two of us, and asked Hubby kindly to make himself and our daughter scarce for the afternoon. Then, on Saturday morning, I waited impatiently for the fun to begin.

Rose arrived first, as planned, back from university for the first time since she had left six weeks ago. Hubby and I had both missed her, not just the wild threesomes we had enjoyed with her all summer long before she left, but we were deeply emotionally attached to her, too. Rose leapt through the door and threw her arms around me, holding me tight. She felt just as I remembered her. Perfect.

“Hey,” she whispered, nuzzling my neck.

“Hey,” I replied affectionately, leaning back and looking into her beautiful blue eyes.

“Who’s the friend?” she asked curiously.

“We’ll get to that, but first, let me take a look at you.” Rose let go and stepped back. She wore a black miniskirt, a tight white T-shirt, and pumps.

“Beautiful as ever!” I said softly.

“Not looking too bad yourself for an older gal!” she quipped.

“Older, but not old!” I replied, laughing. I took her hand and led her into the kitchen, where we held each other close, leaning against the worktop.

“Her name’s Amelia,” I started. “She lives over the road. She’s the same age as me.”

Rose looked into my eyes and clearly saw something. “You’re sleeping with her,” she said softly, not a hint of jealousy — which I was a little afraid of.

“Yes,” I replied. “It’s a long story, but she and her husband Andy want to broaden their horizons.”

“I bet you love that — a project,” Rose said, smiling and running her fingers through my hair. “So why do you want your hot, younger female lover to meet her?”

“She’s beautiful. I think you will get on.”

“Get on? Rose said, raising an eyebrow curiously. I nodded and winked.

“Oh,” Rose said. “Now, this really is a lunch I am looking forward to.”

“Thought you might,” I said, leaning forward and kissing her on the cheek.

“Does she know about us?” Rose asked, sliding her hand down from my shoulder to my chest and cupping my breast.

“Not yet. Though she’ll piece it together quickly. Amelia reads my Medium stories. She is bound to have read about you. Let’s bring it up over lunch.” I said, closing my eyes as Rose’s fingers found my nipple through my top and started tweaking it. “Rose, she and I are just good friends. You and I are-”

“More?” she she interrupted, a slight glint in her eye.

“Much, much more,” I whispered, my body reacting to hers as I breathed her in.

I felt her lips against mine, and with a few minutes before Amelia was due to arrive, I eagerly tasted Rose’s sweet young mouth. Just as I was trying desperately to resist sliding my hand under her t-shirt, the door knocked. Rose reluctantly ended our kiss slowly, keeping her tongue in my mouth for as long as she could, and then stepped back.

“I’ll get it,” she said softly. I smiled.

“Okay.”

I followed Rose into the hallway and stood at the kitchen door as she strolled away from me and opened the door.

“Amelia!” Rose said sweetly as she opened the door.

“Oh, hello. P invited me for lunch.”

“Yes, I know. Do come in,” Rose said sweetly, ushering her in. “I’m Rose, P’s friend.”

“Hello, Rose,” Amelia said, a little confused. Rose stepped in and hugged her, and then they both turned to me.

“Amelia, meet Rose. Rose, meet Amelia,” I said quickly.

Rose, playing the teenager she was — albeit now turned nineteen — took Amelia’s hand and led her into the kitchen, nodding approvingly as they passed me.

I quickly served our lunch and poured wine so we could sit at the dining table together. Rose sat beside Amelia, and I sat alone opposite them — two beautiful women I knew intimately at my kitchen table. I was in heaven.

“So you live over the road?” Rose asked, leading the conversation for me. Bless her. I knew she would.

“Yes, you?” Amelia replied, loading her plate with salad.

“University. Manchester,” she replied, doing the same.

“So how do you know P?” Amelia asked.

“She’s the daughter of a family friend, aren’t you, Rose?” I jumped in. “Rose is home for the weekend. I thought you two should meet.”

“Because she’s sleeping with both of us,” Rose whispered in Amelia’s ear.

Amelia didn’t look up from her plate. She just smiled to herself. “I thought I recognised the name. She’s written about you on Medium. You’re the beautiful strawberry-blonde eighteen-year-old she deflowered, then she and her husband were screwing all last summer.” Amelia said quietly, glancing up at me, her eyes sparkling a little.

“That’s me,” Rose said, sipping her wine. “I’m nineteen now, though.” Rose slid her hand under the table, and I assumed she had put it on Amelia’s leg. “She’s writing about you, too, I notice,” Rose added.

Amelia turned, and the two of them locked eyes briefly. “Yes, but she’s not in love with me, Rose.”

Rose smiled coyly. “P is very special.”

“I know,” Amelia whispered. They looked at each other, and the spark between them I had hoped for was more of a lightning bolt. I needed to interrupt before I became a bystander.

“Ahem,” I said a little loudly. They broke their gaze, and both looked at me. “I am here, you know!”

Rose leaned over a little towards Amelia. “Has she ever written about an all-female threesome?” she said softly, still staring at me.

“Not that I can remember,” Amelia replied, also staring at me.

“And she’s invited her two hot female lovers for lunch in an empty house,” Rose added.

“She has,” Amelia agreed.

“Stop it!” I insisted, “I didn’t bring you two here to gang up on me!”

“No,” Rose started. “You’re matchmaking. You are hoping I’m attracted to this outrageously beautiful married woman you have been sleeping with while I was at uni.”

Amelia dipped her head, reacting to Rose’s compliment — she still wasn’t used to them. Rose looked across at her and frowned, confused.

“Amelia’s new to all this, Rose. She’s not used to compliments. Hell, she didn’t show her legs for thirty-three years until a month ago.”

Rose reached up and lifted Amelia’s chin a little and looked into her eyes.

“But, you are beautiful,” she whispered.

“Thanks,” Amelia replied, embarrassed.

Rose looked at me, questioning with her expression. I could see what she was asking. It was sweet that she wanted my permission but didn’t need it. I nodded and waited. Rose stood up and walked behind Amelia, putting her hands on Amelia’s shoulders. Amelia lifted a hand to Rose’s and looked up.

“Do you like younger women?” Rose asked softly.

“I hadn’t even thought about it until you opened the door to me earlier. Then I realised that I do, at least, sexy little strawberry blondes,” Amelia said. I was proud of her for being so forward with Rose. So honest. She was finally letting herself go.

“Come,” Rose said, gently taking her hand. Amelia looked at me, and I smiled at her, giving her the confidence she needed to follow Rose. She stood up, and Rose glanced at me, waiting.

“I’ll be along shortly,” I said reluctantly, knowing it was for the best.

Rose and Amelia left the kitchen hand in hand and climbed the stairs as I sat, horny and happy, in my kitchen, knowing my two favourite women were about to get very well acquainted indeed.

I sat in the kitchen, drinking my wine and listening as the house initially went quiet. Then I heard a faint sigh. Then, a soft murmur. It killed me to wait, but I wanted Amelia to experience some time alone with Rose, and given how passionate Rose and I were in bed, I knew Amelia would be in heaven as my teenage lover showered her with erotic affection.

As I heard a louder murmur, I couldn’t do it any longer. I’d missed Rose too much since she went to university, and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t resist joining them.

I slipped off my shoes and walked silently in my stocking feet across the hallway, becoming increasingly turned on by the murmurs above me. I climbed the stairs slowly. I stopped at the top of the stairs out of view and peered through the open bedroom door. Amelia was leaning against my wardrobe door, her blouse unbuttoned and untucked from her skirt, and Rose stood before her, kissing her shoulders and slowly running her hands up the outside of Amelia’s body. Rose slid her hands behind Amelia’s back and unclipped her bra, then slid her hands around to her breasts and cupped them with her hands. I realised that subconsciously, I was biting my lip.

I sat on the top step of the staircase and watched as Amelia stared into Rose’s eyes. She reached for the bottom of Rose’s t-shirt, lifted it, removed it, and exposed Rose’s braless chest. Rose removed Amelia’s open blouse and bra, and they wrapped their arms around each other, kissing deeply and pulling their bodies together.

They were slow, sensual, and highly erotic with each other. It seemed that each touch, each kiss, and each lick was designed with the utmost pleasure in mind.

I stood and walked into the room. Rose and Amelia were so engrossed in one another that they didn’t notice me. I sat quietly on the bed for a moment, slowly unbuttoning my blouse, and then Amelia opened her eyes mid-kiss and blinked at me.

“We’re no longer alone,” she whispered in Rose’s ear. Rose turned to look at me. Her eyes ignited as she saw me undressing slowly. She took Amelia’s hand, pulling her toward the bed. Amelia lay down beside me as Rose climbed onto me, pushing my shoulders back onto the bed and straddling my waist.

‘Fuck, I have missed you,” she said, burying her face in my exposed chest and kissing my breasts eagerly.

“I’ve missed you too, baby,” I replied, giggling a little as Rose’s tongue circled my nipples. Rose kissed me deeply for a moment, then looked at Amelia.

“And now I have two beautiful older women to play with.”

Amelia smiled. “You do,” she replied. Rose leaned over and kissed her deeply as I watched, stroking my fingers down Rose’s back and opening the button on the back of her skirt.

Rose climbed off me, and her skirt fell to the floor, revealing a black lace thong. Then she leaned forward and pulled at the zip on the side of Amelia’s skirt. Amelia wriggled her pelvis into the air, helping Rose remove it.

I studied Amelia for a moment. She was brimming with confidence as she lay next to me on my bed in only her panties. Her long blonde hair radiated around her, and her eyes sparkled as she looked up at Rose.

“Beautiful, isn’t she?” I asked softly. Amelia looked at me.

“Painfully,” she replied. Rose laughed, put her hands behind her back and posed for us as we looked up at her, then slowly removed her thong as we watched excitedly, and she stood naked before us.

I stood up and held Rose, my hands on the small of her back as she looked up lovingly at me.

“You’re over-dressed,” she whispered, reaching for my skirt and tugging at the waistband. Amelia stood up and walked behind me, pressing her nipples against my back as she kissed my shoulder, then set about removing my skirt. As it fell to the floor, Rose giggled.

“Never any underwear,” she said.

I turned to my side and looked at Amelia as Rose and I stood naked before her. “Now, who’s overdressed?” I asked.

Amelia slid her hands into the waistband of her panties and wriggled them down over her hips, letting them fall to the floor.

“No one,” she replied cheekily.

“Fuck,” Rose said under her breath, admiring Amelia’s naked form for the first time as she stood before us.

“I know. Right?” I whispered in her ear.

Rose stepped forward and looked up into Amelia’s eyes. “Tell me again why you have kept this body hidden your whole life?”

“Long story,” Amelia replied, tucking Rose’s strawberry blonde hair behind her ear gently. “But the short version is that I was brought up to believe that only whores show their flesh. Turns out it was a lie.”

Rose shook her head, then placed her hand over Amelia’s breast, stroking the nipple with her thumb.

“Come to bed,” Rose whispered, taking her hand. She looked over her shoulder at me. “Both of you.”

We lay down on the bed, and Rose put Amelia between us. Amelia lay on her back, and Rose and I were on our sides, facing her.

As Rose kissed her, I slid my tongue over her nipple and slowly ran my finger down the centre of her body. Amelia moaned softly, as did Rose. As I reached her abdomen, Amelia instinctively opened her legs, putting one over mine and the other over Rose’s. I slid my finger to her clit, and she arched her pelvis up towards my hand as I slowly circled it before sliding my fingers down into her pussy. To say she was turned on would have been an understatement. She moaned into Rose’s mouth as she felt my fingers slide deeper inside her.

Rose slid down a little, blinking sweetly at me as we both sucked and nibbled on Amelia’s nipples happily. I slid my fingers out of Amelia, and Rose took my wrist, putting my fingers into her mouth and cleaning them slowly as she looked at Amelia.

“You taste divine,” she said to Amelia, releasing my hand. Amelia glanced up at her, a slight hin of nerves, and bit her lip. “How do you taste?” she whispered.

Rose smiled and slid her hand down her body, then moaned as she slid her fingers inside herself for a moment. She removed them and placed a finger on Amelia’s lips. “Try me,” Rose said softly.

Amelia opened her mouth and took Rose’s fingers in, sucking on them softly, enjoying every moment, moaning softly.

I climbed down the bed and kissed Amelia’s clit as she and Rose shared their moment of intimacy. She shuddered happily, and I began lapping gently at her. I heard her sigh.

“Triangle,” Rose said softly. I murmured my approval, tasting Amelia on my tongue. Moments later, we were all lying on our sides. My head was between Amelia’s thighs as I slowly kissed her soft flesh. Rose’s head was between mine as she planted soft kisses on my clit, and as I looked across I saw Amelia running her tongue along the inside of Rose’s thigh.

We didn’t speak. We all just knew it was time to explore. As I pressed my tongue against Amelia’s opening, I heard a muffled moan from both Amelia and Rose and then I felt Rose’s beautiful tongue slip between my pussy lips and probe around gently. God I had missed her.

The sounds of three women moaning as they pleasured each other filled the room, and it was intoxicating. The more eagerly Rose attended to me, the more eagerly I attended to Amelia, and in turn, she to Rose. Consequently, the cycle of increasing intensity could not be broken as we chased each other’s orgasms, the room, and our bodies, becoming warmer by the minute.

I gripped Amelia’s beautiful ass cheeks as I buried my tongue deep inside her, and she closed her legs around my head, moaning loudly into Rose’s pussy but not relenting on her attention.

Rose whimpered. “I’m going to come.” I felt Amelia’s body react to Rose’s statement. “Me too,” she murmured a moment later.

I, too, was on the edge — I had been for a while. Rose knew exactly how to push my buttons. She had done it enough times in the past, but adding Amelia to the mix had been electric.

Rose came first. Her cute little moans as her body let go sent me spiralling, too, aided by Rose having to remove her mouth from my pussy and replace it with her fingers as she floundered between my legs. She rubbed my clit hard as she cried out in ecstasy, gripping my leg with her spare hand and biting gently at my thigh to muffle her pleasure. As I unravelled, my body began to shake, and I came hard, clamping my mouth over Amelia’s clit and licking furiously at it as wave after wave of my orgasm washed over me.

Amelia came last. And loudest. The sensation of my tongue aggressively working her clit, combined with Rose and I moaning loudly, sent her over the edge. She reached down and gripped my head, pulling me in as she convulsed endlessly, rolling around a little, easily the loudest of us.

Eventually, we all settled on the bed, still lying in our sex triangle but now on our backs. Rose stroked my thighs softly as I traced my fingers over Amelia’s calves and caught our breath.

“This was fun,” Rose said sweetly.

“A lot of fun,” Amelia replied.

“We should do this again,” Rose suggested.

“I think we’ll need a whole night,” I chimed in.

Rose climbed up and lay on top of me, looking down into my eyes. She kissed me, then leaned over and kissed Amelia’s exposed pussy, still inches from my face. Amelia whimpered and sat up, looking down at us.

“If you two lovers don’t mind me tagging along, a whole night alone with you two would be perfect.”

Rose looked at me and smiled. “What do you think, P? Reckon you and Amelia should come visit me at uni? We could get a hotel and make a weekend of it. Maybe even add some hot men to the mix?”

I bit my lip at the thought. “I’m in,” I said quickly.

We both looked up at Amelia. “Me too,” she said softly, “but first, I think I am finally ready for someone’s husband to come over and see me alone.”

Amelia blinked at me, and I blinked back. “I’ll let him know.”

Part ten