At last! Maisie was going to visit Emma's home and meet the girlfriends that Emma had told her about. Actually, she'd would only meet one of them, Charlotte, because her other girlfriend was working abroad at the moment making sex films. But it was so exciting anyway, to be staying somewhere that wasn't her normal home. And as Emma had explained to her, she might be staying at Emma's flat quite frequently in the future. Ever since her mother had argued with Emma, staying at home had become quite awkward, with her mother being so sullen and being funny about her not wearing clothes. Why had it been alright to wear no clothes before, and now totally wrong? Parents were so funny!
Emma's flat was in such a very old building which you had to go up ever so many stairs to get to. And when you got there you had to use keys just as you had to get into the building in the first place. But the flat was very welcoming, with a book-cupboard and a vase of dried flowers in the hallway just outside and a very pretty poster of more flowers on the actual door. Emma and Maisie hadn't put any clothes on after leaving the studio and going by the car from the television car-park. Nor did they from getting out of the car in the apartment block's underground car-park to entering the flat. It was a strange thing, Maisie thought to herself, to lead a life of no clothes. None of her friends did that.
Inside the flat were more naked bodies: there were two girls with shoulder-length hair lying on a sofa and idly playing with each other and another girl watching television from a sofa. Only this other girl wasn't so naked and she looked quite young. In fact, as Maisie soon realised, this girl was wearing only a tee-shirt, advertising a popular soft drink, and only looked young because her body was so small and slight. She was Japanese or Vietnamese or Chinese or something. When Emma and Maisie entered the living room, there was a sudden eruption of activity as the girls jumped up to greet them. Maisie began to realise that none of these people had seen much of Emma for a while and were asking her ever so many questions about what she'd been doing and telling her about what they'd been doing.
"And who is your young friend?" asked Josephine, addressing Maisie, who not unnaturally was feeling rather out of place.
"Maisie," announced Emma. "Her name's Maisie. She's on the cast of St Denis Street."
"I've seen that," said Susan rushing up and kissing Maisie tenderly on the cheek. "You're not called Maisie on the program. Though I can't quite remember what you're called. It's a very popular soap opera."
Charlotte was feeling rather overwhelmed by the arrival of the other love in her life. And where was this teacher that Emma was supposed to be living with? And what about this boss of hers? And what had this girl ... this 18-year-old naturist girl ...got to do with anything? She soon pieced together from the conversation that Maisie was this teacher's daughter and that because her home was such a long way from the Harlot TV studios it made sense for her to stay the night at the flat. Why did it make sense now and not before? wondered Charlotte before being rushed off in the group towards a chattering mass of anecdotes and recollections which surrounded the preparation of dinner - which everyone had a hand in - and its consumption over a bottle of wine.
Josephine and Susan were excellent with youngsters - especially Josephine who shared Maisie's enthusiasm for fluffy toys and for life in general. Susan helped in her own way by being a sort of bridge between Josephine and Maisie, and the conversation she was having with Emma. Emma was affectionate as she'd used to be, and in fact was rather less tense than Charlotte had mostly remembered. It was as if some load had been taken off her mind.
She was even rather surprised to see that Charlotte was still shaving her crotch. "There's really no need to do that for my sake!" she exclaimed. "I'm really not worth such love!" Charlotte felt her old warm emotions swell towards Emma as the conversation went on. She was right, she said to herself, to have kept her loyalties to Emma.
It was not long until Charlotte's thoughts moved towards sex. She kept her hands and arms on Emma as much as she could and was pleased to see that Emma wasn't pushing her off. After the dinner, she and Emma sat together on the sofa, their arms around each other, tenderly kissing each other's face and breasts and talking intently. Charlotte allowed her hands to wander down to Emma's crotch and was just about to start stimulating her clitoris in the way that Emma had always seemed to like, when Emma abruptly pushed her hand to one side.
"Don't forget Maisie!" Emma remarked pointing out the girl who was busily discussing computer games and pop music with Josephine and Susan. Charlotte nodded and decided that it was probably best to wait until the girl had gone to bed, before she and Emma became more physically intimate.
When Maisie did go to bed though, in Emma's own double bed, Charlotte was surprised to see Emma going to bed at precisely the same time. Emma was not known for being the sort of girl who went to bed especially early, but it particularly peeved Charlotte. She had hoped that she and Emma would be going to bed together. Josephine could see that Charlotte was disappointed, but as a faithful friend she let Charlotte herself take the initiative in moving towards bed where Susan was already waiting. Susan could also see that Charlotte was disappointed, and so it wasn't too surprising that with both of Charlotte's lovers being so concerned about her welfare that very soon all three of them were making intense love together. And not too long until the flat was shaken by the sounds of the three girls passionate cries - particularly those of Charlotte, who despite her disappointment was still intensely excited by Emma's return to the flat.
After a while, Charlotte, Josephine and Susan felt that they'd had enough and lay exhausted on top of each other, the salt of Susan's sweat dripping down her nose and into Charlotte's mouth, while Josephine's shiny moist legs wrapped around Charlotte's own. It was at that stage that Charlotte became aware of the sound of lovemaking coming from Emma's bedroom: a sound at once familiar from the countless conjugal couplings that her bed had been party to and unfamiliar because Emma had been so much absent of late. But yes! it was lovemaking. And it was coming from Emma's bed. There were the unmistakable gasps that Emma made when she was at her most passionate and a thundering noise as her bed rocked repeatedly against the wall.
Charlotte put a finger to her mouth and looked at Josephine with a quizzical expression. "Who ...?" she mouthed.
