XXI
Occasionally, Emma and Charlotte would meet together after work at a naturist cafe a short walk from their flat. It was not a particularly large cafe, and Charlotte often found it a little too cool for wearing no clothes, but it was a very intimate place and Charlotte enjoyed sitting with Emma just holding her hands and sometimes gazing into her beautiful eyes. Sometimes, the clientele were entertained by a musician who would sit naked on a chair playing a guitar and singing. Sometimes he might be accompanied by a woman who would stand naked beside him and sing along with him. More usually, however, the only entertainment was a panel of televisions tuned into a naturist television station and that was the case tonight. The sound was usually turned down so there would only be the visuals to be enjoyed, and these were not generally informative in the case of soap operas or comedies.
Emma was so much sadder these days. Charlotte knew why, but she still hoped that she would forget her obsession with Maisie and focus her love more on the one who was sitting next to her and who would do anything (whatever it might be) for her. Of course, she'd hope that Emma wouldn't mind sharing her with Josephine, but after all she'd become accustomed to sharing Emma with so many others! Emma however hardly ever touched on the subject. For her, there was nothing to discuss with Charlotte about personal relationships. Indeed she'd usually discuss quite neutral matters of interest or some of the productions she was organising at the Cable Television Station.
The two drank only a little beer before making their way home to the flat, with Charlotte thinking only of making love to Emma and holding her naked body as close to her own as she could and still manage to walk together. When they got to their flat and had opened the door, Emma no longer called out for Maisie as she used to do, as it would only remind her that she was probably at that moment enjoying close intimacy with Susan, and possibly Josephine. They wandered into the living room where the stereo was broadcasting some of the saccharine pop music that Maisie enjoyed but there was no one there listening.
"They're probably all in your bed again," sniffed Emma. Charlotte smiled. She'd have Emma to herself tonight.
But when she opened her bedroom door she saw no sign of any people or any of the disarray of sheets that accompanied lovemaking. However she heard voices coming from Emma's bedroom. That was most unusual. Susan and Maisie usually never made love in Emma's bed unless Emma were there.
Charlotte wandered over to Emma's room where Josephine, Maisie and Susan were spread out naked together on the bed. Emma sat on an armchair by the side of the bed. Maisie was talking quite earnestly to Emma and her lover was looking distinctly uncomfortable. "It's silly. Josephine loves Charlotte. Charlotte loves you and Josephine. Susan loves Charlotte, but Charlotte isn't so bothered. You love me. And I love you. But I love Susan too. It's too complicated and it's very upsetting." Maisie put her arm around Susan who inclined her head onto Maisie's shoulder. "So Susan said to me that she didn't like how sad you were getting and that she'd rather not sleep with me, so that I could sleep with you every night like we used to. But Josephine said that Charlotte won't like that because she likes sleeping with you. Isn't that so Charlotte?"
Charlotte nodded. This was peculiar perspicacity coming from the teenager.
"So what are you saying, Maisie?" asked Emma.
"Well, I want to make love to everyone," announced Maisie. "I want to make love with Susan, my best friend. I want to make love to you. I want to make love with Josephine. And I'd like to make love to Charlotte, who I've never made love to."
"So," continued Josephine, "Susan and Maisie thought that there ought to be less jealousy and envy and that everyone should sleep with everyone else every night. Then if I want to have sex with Charlotte I can. And if you want to make love with Maisie you can. And if Susan wants to make love to both Maisie and Charlotte then she can. And the way to do that is to put both the beds together to make one big bed."
"How are we going to do that?" wondered Emma.
"We simply move Charlotte's bed in here, and move some of your furniture into her bedroom and then everything's fine," announced Maisie triumphantly.
There was a lot more discussion on the various aspects of such a new arrangement, but it was difficult to argue with it's essential fairness so before long the girls started moving beds and furniture around the flat. After a while the exhausted girls were lying together on a pair of double-beds that was nearly twelve feet across, and crammed out all remaining space in Emma's bedroom. Maisie seemed particularly tired as she laid her head down on Emma's lap while Emma stroked her hair. Susan and Josephine sat by Charlotte who lay on her back looking at the light-shade and considered the implications of the new arrangement. The aspect which most concerned her was that although everyone had made love with everyone else, she had not in fact ever made love to Maisie. She'd always been reluctant to share Emma' lover, but now she'd found herself in effect agreeing to it. Was she wise to have done so?
She felt a third body creep up between her legs and apply a tongue to her vulva. Charlotte lifted her head up to see who it was, half-expecting to see that it was Maisie, and consequently not being so surprised when she found out that it was. Maisie had clearly been thinking the same thing, and was now wanting to find out what Charlotte's body tasted like. She put her tongue deep inside Charlotte's vagina and then traced it around her clitoris. Charlotte lifted herself up to have a look at what Maisie was doing, while Susan and Josephine discreetly detached themselves from her and climbed over the mattresses towards Emma who was now sitting alone.
