The details arranged, and the rules set in place, they all moved with a certain trepidation to Sunset and Sonata’s bedroom. Except for Fleur of course, who was simply overflowing with eagerness. Sunset vaguely noticed her handbag, which was not the same one that she usually saw Fleur carrying around.

Fleur switched on the light, and cooed in delight at what she called a quaint little room. The room was actually of average size really, with a two-person bed, a wardrobe with a mirror in the door, a desk with make-up products strewn liberally across it, and a bedside set of draws with a lamp. Sunset and Sonata stood awkwardly to one side, unconsciously standing as far from the bed as possible. Fleur set down her oddly heavy handbag on the chest of drawers, and turned to the girls.

“So, shall we get started?” Neither girl moved. “My my,” Fleur sighed, hands on hips. “If you two keep this up, I’m going to start believing you really are first-timers.”

Sunset looked at her, indignation rising in her chest. “We are!”

“Are you calling us liars?” Sonata snapped angrily.

Fleur paused, looking surprised. “I was joking,” she said quietly. She looked at them long and hard. “If you don’t want to do this, we don’t have to you know,” she reminded them.

Sunset blushed at her foolishness. Of course, she was just trying to lighten the mood. If she, Sunset, was anything like how Sonata looked, they both must look like terrified children to the older woman. Fleur gazed at them patiently, waiting for an answer.

“You’re not backing out of this now,” Sonata said suddenly with bravado. “You think you’ve got stuff to show us? Impress me.”

Fleur seemingly couldn’t help smiling a little mischievously at this pronouncement, but she directed a questioning look at Sunset, who managed to nod.

“Very well then,” she gestured elegantly to the bed. “Firstly, sit. Both of you, next to each other.” They did so. Fleur walked around, looking at them from multiple angles. “Now, you’ve kissed before of course?” They both nodded. “Good. Show me,” she gave a little wave of her hand to indicate that they should start.

Sunset felt a little rushed by the austerity of the command. She looked at Sonata, who looked back at her. With a second of unspoken communication, they both leaned in and locked lips. Fleur continued to walk around them, tracing her lip again with one long, slender finger.

“Good, good. Move in a little more as you go. Keep up an even pace with each other.”

Sunset had to admit that she felt a little uncomfortable with Fleur watching them. But she kept her eyes closed as she felt Sonata’s lips part at the tentative urging of Sunset’s questing tongue.

“Mmm,” Fleur hummed. “Keep going, pay no attention to what I’m doing.”

That set off a few warning bells for Sunset at least. She felt the bed dip, and could tell without seeing that Fleur had sat down behind Sonata.

“Goodness me, you two are tense. Especially you, Sonata.”

Up until that point Sonata had been fairly engrossed in the kiss, her hands feeling up Sunset’s side and the back of her neck. As soon as Fleur finished speaking however, Sonata let out a little gasp of surprise. Sunset felt Sonata's hot breath inside her mouth and her hands suddenly tense a little, prompting Sunset’s eyes to open a little. Sonata’s were pressed firmly shut, but Sunset could see what Fleur was doing.

“What’s with these shoulders?” Fleur whispered sensually, her slender fingers gently massaging at Sonata’s neck and back.

Within seconds Sonata’s kissing became all the more engaged, the movements of her hands freer and more questing. Sunset closed her eyes again, and after a few moments Fleur stood up again.

“Oh come on,” she chided playfully. “You’re lovers locked in a romantic embrace. A little closeness wouldn’t be uncalled for.”

Sunset felt one of Fleur’s hands push against the small of her back. She moved around a little and felt Sonata do the same, pressing their bodies together. Sunset set her arms to close around Sonata’s waist, and Sonata gripped into Sunset’s hair.

“That’s better,” Fleur murmured. “I don’t believe for a moment that you two haven’t kissed before,” she tittered. She sat down behind Sunset, and began working her massage upon her as well. Sunset had to exert some willpower not to gasp like Sonata, but she still moaned into her continuing kiss as Fleur sent electricity running down her back.

Transports of pleasure may be a little overwhelming when first they steal upon one, but Sunset was acclimatising well to the new sensations. Sonata’s taste filled her mouth, her smell penetrated her nostrils as she breathed deeply. Her slender body ran underneath Sunset’s fingers, and she was overtaken with a sudden urge to seize a hold of Sonata’s small breasts. One curious hand lifted tentatively upwards to the spot, when suddenly another hand took her wrist.

“Don’t be afraid to explore,” Fleur whispered gently, lifting the hand up. Sonata gave a small whimper as Sunset’s palm pressed in. “Just imagine what you would like to have done,” Fleur added helpfully. “She’ll tell you if you’re doing it right.”

Sunset thought she understood what Fleur meant. As her hand probed the tender areas of Sonata’s chest, Sonata’s kissing became a little more erratic. Suddenly she broke the kiss and bit suddenly at the nape of Sunset’s neck. Sunset’s body juddered in response, and she let out a little squeak of surprise.

“My word,” Fleur said in an impressed tone. “You hardly seem to need me at all. Let’s see if I can’t find a use for myself.”

Sunset felt Fleur lean in behind her, felt her insinuate her arms underneath her arm pits, and then felt gentle hands take a hold of her chest. The touch was sensual; firm yet not overly forceful. Between this, the proximity of Sonata, and the trail of bites and kisses on her neck, the heat in Sunset’s face seemed to be overriding her brain functions. What was more, a familiar tenseness was building down beneath her gut. A pressure or gnawing sensation like a sleeping creature being roused within a confined space. Sunset couldn’t help the little gasps and moans the two of them were forcing from her straining throat.

“Very nice,” Fleur whispered admiringly, giving Sunset’s breast a squeeze. “You’re quite well endowed there.”

Sunset didn’t know whether it was this comment that made Sonata do it, or whether she was merely feeling the same sense of build up as Sunset was, but Sonata suddenly took the offensive again, and pushed Sunset onto her back. Gazing down at her with a look Sunset had never seen in her eye before, she said

“Clothes. Off.”

“Oh my,” Fleur said eagerly. She didn’t interfere here, but returned to her pacing, watching Sonata pull Sunset’s shirt off, exposing her black bra and the faint red marks growing on her shoulder and neck. Sonata pulled her own shirt off, revealing her own frilly pink undergarments, and returned to work. Sunset had to fight a certain degree of surprise at Sonata’s aggressive behaviour. What had gotten into her? Both of her hands were closed over Sunset’s wrists, pinning her to the bed as her mouth traced her chin up to her mouth and locked them both into another kiss.

“A lot of people underestimate the importance of foreplay,” Fleur said thoughtfully. Sunset noticed out of the corner of her half closed eye Fleur biting at her index finger a little as her other hand gently groped her own chest. Her heavy lidded eyes were fixed hungrily upon them, and Sunset could only imagine what might be going through the older woman’s mind at the moment. “Don’t forget the pacing,” she reminded them. “It’s important to understand what your partner is communicating. You both have needs. Feel them out.”

Obediently, Sunset’s hands began moving further around. Reaching Sonata’s skirt, she felt for the button on the front and pushed it down.

“That is so cute,” Fleur muttered. Sunset thought this punctured the moment a little until Sonata pulled down her skirt too. Unlike trousers or shorts, Sunset didn’t have to move too much as Sonata tossed the cloth aside. Sonata’s body was so warm, her mouth hot and eager, the feel of her body pressed against her own was doing wonders to drive Sunset’s mind out of control. Sonata’s stunning new boldness showed itself again as she suddenly abandoned Sunset’s mouth and slid downwards. Sunset looked down with some curiosity, and saw Sonata eying her right breast with a predatory gleam in her eye. Lifting her bra away from it, she gave it an experimental lick that filled Sunset’s face and neck with fire.

“Are we sure we haven’t done this before?” Fleur asked, smirking. “Exploration.”

Sunset’s rational attention to her surroundings put in a feeble appearance at this word, for it was one of the agreed upon terms they had decided to use before beginning. In this case, Fleur had suggested that she would announce her intention to push them further, and that they should use the safe word if they felt her go too far. Sonata, entirely engrossed in massaging and licking Sunset’s breasts didn’t seem quite as aware until Fleur kneeled on the bed behind her.

“Let’s see how honest we’ve been,” Fleur whispered, towering over the pair of them and, Sunset noticed suddenly, in nothing but her undergarments too. Fleur reached an elegant hand forward, and slipped it down the front of Sonata’s stomach, right down into the lining of her panties. Sonata gave a little jump at the touch, and seemed caught between surprise and a lustful desire to continue worshipping Sunset’s ample chest. Fleur felt around for a moment or two, eliciting little grunts and gasps from Sonata as she hummed thoughtfully.

She’s like a damn movie director, Sunset thought blurrily.

“Ooh,” Fleur exclaimed, grinning. “You were telling the truth.” She extracted her hand, which glistened with a stickiness that caught Sunset’s immediate interest. Her eyes followed those fingers as Fleur inspected them with the detached air of the connoisseur. And then apparently as an afterthought, opened her mouth and sucked on her individual fingers with an almost obscene degree of relish. A part of Sunset was a little repulsed by this action, and all that it implied, but the dominant part of her had a sudden curiosity to know what the stickiness had tasted like.

“W-What are you talking about?” Sonata stammered.

“About this being your first time of course,” Fleur said teasingly, her left hand moving to brush the front of Sonata’s neck, and the other returning to her panty line. “This is very telling,” she said, thrusting her fingers back into Sonata’s womanhood. Sonata shuddered, the glow in her face growing. “See? All intact. And so ready.” She held up her fingers again to show Sonata what she meant.

Without quite meaning to, Sunset sat up on her elbows, staring at the juice on Fleur’s hand. Fleur grinned and held the hand out.

“Go on,” she murmured seductively. “There’s nothing to be embarrassed about. She’s giving it to you, after all.”

Sunset leant forward, honestly divided about whether or not to actually do it. But the gnawing in her loins was drowning her thoughts out, and she found herself sliding her lips down the fingers, her tongue wrapping itself around the soft skin. The taste was utterly new to her, a strange combination of sweetness and saltiness. Although the taste itself was, to Sunset’s mind anyway, unremarkable, the effect it had upon her was like a drug. She grabbed a hold of Fleur’s wrist to stop her pulling away, and sucked lovingly at the fingers as though they were coated in nectar. Sonata watched her, biting hard on her own finger as though trying to hold herself back. Fleur’s free hand moved from her neck, and took a hold of the top of Sonata’s free hand.

“You want to find out if she’s a virgin too?” she breathed into Sonata’s ear. “It’s easy if you know where to look.”

She directed Sonata’s hand down to Sunset’s black underwear, and pushed her slightly trembling fingers down into them. Taking hold of the forefinger, she manoeuvred it expertly between Sunset’s lips, dragging a prolonged moan from the gold-skinned girl.

“Feel that?” Fleur inquired. “Yes, her hymen is just as it should be. A cherry ripe for you to pluck.” As Fleur talked, Sunset abandoned the dry well of her fingers and was beginning to feel the tight knot beneath her gut burn. She grasped her own breast and began to massage it desperately.

“Oh my god...”

“She seems to like that, doesn’t she?” Fleur remarked to Sonata. “Let’s be rid of these, shall we?” she asked, unhooking the back of Sonata’s bra and allowing it to fall away. She gave Sonata’s chest an approving grope as Sonata continued to finger Sunset. “Mm,” Fleur said thoughtfully. “Not bad dear, but I think we can do better. Sunset, darling, could you lie back please? Sonata’s going to treat you to something special.”

Sunset did as she was bidden, lying back on the bed. Without preamble, Fleur leaned forward passed Sonata, and pulled Sunset’s panties down her legs and over her feet, casting them lazily aside. Sunset felt an agreeable sense of helplessness before the two kneeling over her. Sonata was staring down at Sunset as though she were the most beautiful thing she’d ever seen, whilst Fleur just behind her appeared like a ghostly conscience made manifest, whispering suggestions of lust and desire into the innocent girl’s virgin ears.

Fleur gestured with a hand. “Would you mind spreading your legs a little?” Sunset did, shivering a little at the sudden slight surge of coldness. “Now,” Fleur began, “we’re going to have to be a little more technical here, Sonata. Reach down there and gently pull apart the lips. Yes, that’s it. Be gentle now,” she reminded her, as Sunset tensed up at Sonata’s touch. “You’re entering a sacred temple, remember. You have to tread carefully, or the mistress of the temple might not let you back in.”

Sunset could tell that Fleur was enjoying herself immensely. Her every word, spoken in a hushed and sultry tone had just the faintest tint of satisfaction peppering her instructions. She gazed down at Sunset’s exposed womanhood with as much greed as Sonata’s expression had.

“Ahh, there we are,” Fleur exhaled, running her hands up and down Sonata’s front as she worked. Sonata had succeeded in finding Sunset’s most intimate treasure. “I’m sure you know what power that little button has,” Fleur whispered to Sonata, who stared down at it in glowing interest. “Every woman has one. And if you figure out how that button works, you can make her do...” she let the sentence hang for a fraction longer than she needed to, holding both of the girls in breath-stopping suspense. “Anything”

There was a moment or two of complete and utter silence. Sunset gazed up at Sonata and Fleur with wide eyes, whilst Fleur looked over Sonata’s shoulder like the serpent in the garden, tempting Eve to seize the forbidden fruit.

“Well?” Fleur asked with a slightly amused inflection. “What will you do, Sonata?”

The question seemed to echo Sunset’s own mind. What would Sonata do? And when would she do it? She needed to be taken, she needed Sonata to take from her. She needed Sonata to do something!

“Oh, the anticipation is killing her,” Fleur began. Then abruptly, Sonata leaned forward, and before Sunset could utter a sound, lowered her head. Fleur let out a small sound of startled delight, and Sunset pushed herself up slightly, only to instantly fall back again as she felt Sonata’s breath on her womanhood.

Sonata was not to be outdone, nor underestimated. She’d recovered from her shock at seeing Sunset’s most private areas, and was now asserting command of herself. She wouldn’t be told what to do by Fleur. She knew what to do, and she knew what she wanted, and she was going to have it. But not too fast. She didn’t want it over too quickly. Eyeing the little mound of pink flesh, she extended her tongue just far enough to give it the briefest of contact. Sunset’s body gave a little quiver. Despite herself, Sonata grinned, and ran her tongue all the way up Sunset’s exposed slit. The stifled moan this action elicited was like a stimulant, fuelling her confidence.

“Oh my,” Fleur said, evidently surprised. “Oh my dear, you’re making me jealous here.”

Sonata ignored her; she had more pressing matters to attend to. She braced Sunset’s legs apart with her hands, enjoying the feeling of power she had over her girlfriend as she provoked every little shiver and gasp with the merest of touches. But then it wasn’t as though she was free from allurement; everything about Sunset: the feel of her skin, the pretty little moans, the warmth of her, the smell, and the taste, was sending great surges of hormones and longing pulsing through her blood.

“Not too fast,” Fleur intoned quietly, like a ghost. “This is the poor girl’s first time. Her stamina might not hold.”

Oh, now that was just pure evil, Sonata thought. She was sure that the older woman was provoking them. Sunset at least seemed to be falling for it. Apparently unable to take any more teasing, her hand shot forward and pushed Sonata’s head further in. Sonata tried to pull back in alarm, but stopped when she saw the pained expression on Sunset’s sweating face.

“I almost wish I had a camera,” Fleur said dreamily as Sonata went to work. She watched Sunset’s breathing become more shallow, watched her furiously fondling herself as Sonata pressed her tongue deeper and deeper inside. With a slightly crooked smile and roll of her eyes, Fleur leaned down over Sunset, running a hand over her searing cheek. Sunset looked back up at her, tears streaming from her eyes. “We’re not doing a good enough job if you have to do anything for yourself,” Fleur breathed. Taking advantage of Sunset’s open mouth, she slid her tongue down into Sunset’s throat, and pushed her hand away from her breast.

Perhaps this was unfair to Sunset, or perhaps a gift beyond all others, but Sonata suddenly felt the spectre of jealousy rise up again, and so redoubled her efforts to please. Fleur meanwhile was not letting up in the least. She could feel the pressure building in Sunset, could read the signs even as she intertwined her tongue around Sunset’s own. She felt it in the spasms of her the girl’s back, in the heightened moans and whimpers escaping her throat.

“Keep going, Sonata,” Fleur urged, breaking the kiss momentarily as Sunset let out a genuine scream of pleasure. She reached down and planted her index and middle finger over Sunset’s clitoris, knowing full well how to use it to its fullest effect. “Don’t you dare stop now!”

“H-Ho—“ Sunset gasped.

“What was that?”

“H-Hold me down...” Sunset pleaded. Fleur’s eyebrows raised in genuine surprise. “Please, hold m-me down!”

Unable to prevent herself grinning, Fleur pulled Sonata’s hand up to take over her position on Sunset’s pearl. She stared down at Sunset contemplatively for a moment or two, and then with surprising strength took hold of Sunset’s right arm and pressed it down above her head. Leering down at her, Fleur gave a low, ominous laugh.

“So you like to be dominated, then,” she said. “How naughty. Exploration.” With her right hand, she extended two fingers and pushed them through Sunset’s unresisting lips. “Don’t panic, and try not to gag,” she said in cruel amusement.

Sunset tried. She felt the fingers slip back over her tongue, tickling her uvula. Immediately she felt her gag reflex trying to assert itself. The fingers remained there, perhaps sensing the urge, and then snaked slowly down. Sunset looked up through streaming eyes into Fleur’s glittering purple ones, slits now as the older woman glared down with a truly evil look on her countenance. Sunset had never been so turned on as she was right then. As she felt Sonata’s tongue lapping inside her, her own arm twisted above her head, and the fingers of this malevolent looking older woman down to the knuckle in her throat, she felt the pressure in her loins pulse.

Fleur eased her fingers out as Sunset’s spine arched. Sunset screamed, cried out as her entire body was wracked by the shuddering orgasm. Fleur sat kneeling on the bed, watching the whole, prolonged event with a red tinge to her pale white cheeks, pleasuring herself idly as she sucked on her saliva coated fingers.

Sonata might have pulled back at Sunset’s cries, but Sunset’s now free hand seized a hold of her ponytail and held her there. Not that Sonata was complaining. When Sunset had finally stopped convulsing, and her screams had died away into ragged breathing, her grip slackened, and Sonata was able to catch a breath. How could something so unthinkable taste so intoxicating? Sonata didn’t know, but with almost a loss of self control she licked up every last drop of Sunset’s nectar, pulling away only to wipe the remaining drips from her own chin and lips.

“You missed a little,” Fleur said coyly. She took Sonata’s chin between her fingers and gently turned her head around, and to Sonata’s surprise, licked the tip of her nose. “She has just the most precious flavour, doesn’t she?” Sonata nodded a little as she and Fleur looked down on the exhausted Sunset. “And what’s better, I have an idea for round two.”

“R-Round two?” Sonata stammered in surprise.

“Oh certainly,” Fleur confirmed with a mischievous sort of smile. She reached down for her oddly heavy handbag and unzipped it. Sonata watched her rummage around for a little while, and simply stared when she pulled out a pair of fuzzy pink handcuffs and a strip of black cloth. Without a word, she leaned over Sunset and looped the cuffs around the wooden support of the backrest, and then snapped both of them onto Sunset’s wrists. In equal silence she wrapped the cloth around Sunset’s head, blindfolding her. There she lay, a pretty, naked prisoner.

“Um... is this normal?” Sonata asked tentatively.

“My dear,” Fleur said with an ironic look, “normal doesn’t come into any of this.” She cupped Sonata’s cheek in one hand and gave her a knowing smile. “Your girlfriend here has given up a wonderful secret about herself, and we – that is to say, you – are going to reward her for it.”

“What secret?” Sonata asked, curious despite herself. Fleur answered by pulling out something else from her bag. Sonata simply stared at the thing in bewilderment. The thing was pink, like the fluff on the handcuffs, made of some kind of rubber material, and was clearly meant to resemble an erect penis. It had three black straps Sonata supposed were meant to affix the item to something.

“Good news,” Fleur trilled. “Dear Sunset has a domination fetish, and you’re going to break her in. Put this on.” Sonata caught the thing when Fleur tossed it to her, and held it gingerly. She wasn’t sure about this. Perhaps Fleur noticed her hesitation, for she suddenly wrapped a serpentine arm around her shoulders and directed her notice to Sunset’s prone form. Blind and unable to move from where she was, Sunset had the vulnerable look of a cornered rabbit. She’d closed her legs as though embarrassed to be naked, and turned her head slightly to one side as though she thought they were staring at her.

“How can you say no to that?” Fleur breathed in Sonata’s ear. “Just let me turn this on first,” she said, fiddling with the strap-on. “It has a reward buzzer on the back. Helps keep the rhythm.”

Sonata didn’t know what that meant, but tried her best to put the ridiculous looking object on. Fleur helped her fit it around the back, and urged her into position over Sunset. For a few moments nothing happened. Fleur gave an impatient yet amused sigh.

“Come on, communication is the key here,” she chided, snapping her fingers. “Sonata’s not going to know what you want her to do if you don’t tell her,” she told Sunset. She dropped her voice to a purr. “Beg her for it.”

Sonata watched in astonishment as Sunset shyly turned her head back around. “Please, Sonata,” she whispered.

“I don’t think she can hear you, dear,” Fleur suggested, smiling widely as she ran her hand over her own nethers. “Speak up a little.”

“P-Please, Sonata,” Sunset said more clearly. “T-Take me... I want you inside me.”

Sonata didn’t know what to do. Her brain seemed to have jammed full of writhing emotions, hormones, and chemicals.

“Come now,” Fleur prompted, giving Sonata’s backside a pat. “Don’t be cruel to the poor girl.” She leaned in close and spoke in a sinister whisper. “Or perhaps you want her to beg some more?”

Sonata hesitated a fraction of a second more, and then moved. Despite the thorough job her tongue had done, Sunset was practically soaking again, and the tip of the strap-on moved easily through the outer lips. She halted a little as Sunset let out a little squeak.

“That’s right,” Fleur murmured. “Be gentle. This is going to sting a little at first,” she addressed Sunset. Sunset nodded, biting her lip. “Do you still want her to go on?”

“Yes. Please, I do.”

Sonata gulped. Placing her hands on Sunset’s slender middle, she leaned forward to apply pressure, and eased the strap-on inwards. She watched Sunset’s face for any signs that she found this uncomfortable. The toy seemed to meet a momentary obstruction, but it was the briefest nothing, until Sunset gave a little gasp of pain. Sonata looked down in sudden panic and noticed a trickle of blood.

“Ignore it,” Fleur urged. “She’s okay. Just look at the two of you; you’re her first. Now cement this in her mind forever.”

Whether it were the persuasiveness of this little speech, or something else, Sonata didn’t know, but looking at Sunset’s sweat-beaded face and glowing cheeks, she knew that she wanted to make this special for her. She did want Sunset to remember this. Pulling herself out of Fleur’s grip, she leaned over Sunset, pressing their chests together and getting a good position. She eased out, and then slid back in again. Sunset’s body gave a little jump and she grunted with pleasure. Sonata took hold of Sunset’s shoulder, and started planting eager kisses up and down her neck, occasionally nipping at it as she began to thrust with greater regularity. Sunset let out a little scream with every thrust and nip.

Fleur sat back, idly pleasuring herself as she watched the two go at it. Sure Sonata’s technique was a little rough, but it was better than a lot of first-time guys in its way. Being a woman herself, she probably understood Sunset’s needs well enough. Then something occurred to her.

She waited until Sunset was finished before mentioning it. After a few minutes, Sunset’s entire body tensed and strained, and she pulled hard against her bonds as she climaxed again. Dutiful and attentive, Sonata followed through her entire and lengthy climax, kissing her long and hard even after she was spent.

“Let me help you a little there,” Fleur said with concern as Sonata eased her toy out of Sunset’s soaked nethers. Sunset gave an adorable little squirm as the strap-on left her, and Fleur couldn’t help but smile at the sight as she unhooked the back of the straps from Sonata. Tossing it aside she leaned over Sonata’s shoulder to address Sunset. “How was what, dear?”

Sunset did manage to say something, but it was disjointed. Odd words like “Sonata”, and “wonderful” sounded out of her ragged breathing, followed by “I think I have a new appreciation for rubber.”

“Well I think that Sonata has worked very hard,” Fleur said with an approving pat of Sonata’s dusky blue shoulders. “I think she deserves a treat.”

“Sonata,” Sunset exhaled, still a little out of breath. “Come up here.”

Fleur raised her eyebrows. Fast learner, she thought approvingly. Sonata didn’t seem to catch on.

“What?” she asked, tilting her head to one side.

“She wants to return the favour, dear,” Fleur explained, giving Sonata a little shove. Sonata hesitated, which Fleur frankly found unbelievable at this point. “Oh come now,” she chided. “You’re being rude, you know.”

“Well, I just... I don’t know if—“

“For Celestia’s sake, Sonata, if you don’t sit on my face right now, I’m going to kick you upside your head!” Sunset exclaimed in frustration. Fleur and Sonata froze. A moment or two of silence passed. “Fleur, could you step back so I don’t hit you, please?”

“Okay, I’m coming, I’m coming!” Sonata blurted hastily.

Fleur had a little chuckle into her fist here as she fought to stop herself saying You will be soon. This was no time for jokes.

With all the confidence of a young bird on its maiden flight, Sonata knelt upon Sunset’s generous chest, her moist privates an inch or so away from Sunset’s face. Still blindfolded, Sunset leaned forward, and watched eagerly by Fleur, and nervously by Sonata, extended a probing tongue forward. The process was deliciously slow and tortuous, or so it seemed to Fleur. Whereas Sunset had been a screamer, Sonata was a talker. As Sunset ran her tongue tantalisingly up and down Sonata’s opening, Sonata closed her eyes and clamped her mouth shut. It was whilst Fleur was softly fondling Sonata’s chest again that she heard the little mutterings and whispers of “Oh god!” and “S-Sunset...!”. It almost hurt Fleur to admit to herself how compatible they were. Almost. They were both hers now.

She could tell them to do anything, inexperienced as they were, and they would probably do it. But she wouldn’t do that. Her own pleasure, both physical and personal, was in seeing them discover this part of themselves, with her helpful hand guiding them along this path of pleasure. It made her wet just thinking of it, but even more so to see it happening. Before too long, Sunset’s tongue seemed to become bored of the outside, and began probing its way in. She knew what to look for, and Sonata’s mutterings became strangled gasps and cries.

“Ah! S-Sunset!” she squeaked. “Dear god, don’t stop!”

“Tell her what you want her to do,” Fleur whispered in her ear.

“W-What?”

“Tell her what to do. She wants you to order her,” Fleur informed her. “Trust me.” Fleur waited for Sonata to do as she was told, but she did not. Fleur continued to work Sonata’s neck and chest, but was thinking about how to punish her for this disobedience. She knew what Sunset would want here, and didn’t appreciate Sonata’s inhibitions getting in the way. After some time had passed like this, she thought she saw a way to force Sonata’s hand.

“O-Oh, ah!” Sonata cried. Fleur had to admit that her stamina was impressive, especially for a newbie. Sonata’s hands, which had been alternately pressing Fleur’s hands to more sensitive areas or otherwise balling into fists at each new wave of pleasure, suddenly made a dart for her vagina. Fleur saw it coming and seized both of her wrists. Sonata gave a little squeak of confusion.

“No, no,” Fleur purred. “This is strictly hands-free.”

“B-But... but I—“

“If you need her to turn up the heat, then tell her,” Fleur growled. “Tell her, like she was your slave. Order her to do it.” Sonata said nothing, caught between Fleur’s holding her wrists and Sunset’s searching tongue. It wasn’t enough, and the pressure of it would drive Sonata mad. Fleur knew this. There was only one course of action for Sonata to take; it was only a matter of time.

“I... I c-can’t...” Sonata moaned.

“That’s too bad,” Fleur sneered, pulling Sonata’s arms forcefully behind her back. “Because I’m not letting you finish it yourself. Sunset, stop drinking for a moment.” Sonata gave a gasp as Sunset lifted her head a little.

“N-No! Please!” Sonata whined.

“Tell her what you want,” Fleur ordered.

“Please, I can’t!”

“Repeat after me,” Fleur breathed, low and dangerous. “Eat my pussy out. Say it. Say it with disdain.”

“I... I...”

“Eat my fucking pussy out!” Fleur snapped, sharply. “Say it!”

“Please, Sonata,” Sunset said unexpectedly. “I’ll do anything you ask of me. Anything.”

Sonata writhed and squirmed in Fleur’s grip. Gritting her teeth against the pressure, her eyes tight shut and streaming, she let out a wail.

“E-Eat my fucking pussy out!” she cried. Once again, a slight pause ensued as Fleur raised her eyebrows, slightly intrigued. Sunset too seemed to be a little shocked. “Do it now, you bitch!”

Fleur watched Sunset’s expression eagerly. Her face glowed brighter red, and without further prompting, plunged back into Sonata’s privates.

“Good girl,” Fleur whispered to Sonata. She wrapped her arms around Sonata to run her hands over the girl’s body, and to keep her arms firmly pinned to her sides.

The orgasm when it came was glorious to behold. Her entire body wracked with pulsing tremors quite beyond the poor girl’s control. It was all Fleur could do to keep a hold of her. As her cries and gasps died away, Sonata collapsed against Fleur, and Fleur held the girl in her arms almost tenderly.

“That wasn’t too bad,” Fleur said encouragingly, as both girls lay panting. The older woman saw with a smile that Sunset’s face and even her blindfold was covered in glistening stickiness. Setting Sonata gently down, she reached over and untied Sunset from the bed. Sunset’s wrists were turning purple from the struggles and pulling, and her golden skin glistening with sweat. As she lifted the blindfold, Fleur leaned in and licked her cheeked.

“Hmm,” she hummed as Sunset blushed a little. “A little stronger tasting than you. But not as sweet if you don’t mind my saying so.”

“I like it,” Sunset said absently, licking her lips. She suddenly looked embarrassed, as though she hadn’t meant to say it. Fleur laughed.

“My dear, I’d have hoped this would have loosened the two of you up.”

Fleur paused as Sunset gave her a funny look. Behind her, Sonata pushed herself up off the bed.

“I suppose we should,” Sunset said in a considering sort of voice. “You’ve taught us some neat stuff.”

“I was happy to be a part of it,” Fleur declared with a regal wave of her hand.

“That’s just it though,” Sonata said from behind her. “You really didn’t get to participate much.”

Fleur blinked, looking between the two girls. They were both giving her identical foreboding looks of mysterious implication. Sunset effectively distracted her by crawling on all fours towards her, the light in her blue eyes dancing seductively so that Fleur’s insides clenched. Whilst so distracted, Sonata took a hold of her from behind, lacing both arms around her middle and leaning her head into the crook of her neck.

“What’s a lesson without a test?” Sunset asked, her mouth curving into a slightly mocking smile. She placed her hands on Fleur’s thighs, and leaned her face in close. Despite herself, Fleur could think of nothing to say to this. “Be sure to mark harshly,” Sunset breathed, one hand pressing against Fleur’s entrance. “I don’t want you going easy on us now.”

“I don’t believe it.”

Fleur gave an affected little shudder. “You wound me, Fancy Pants. You think that I would fabricate such a story?”

Fancy Pants gave a little chuckle as he sipped his wine. “My dear Fleur, I can very easily see you shacking yourself up with two beautiful young girls,” he admitted. “And I even give plausibility to it being our charming young artist and her female friend. But that last part was surely an exaggeration.”

Fleur smiled and sipped her own drink. “Be it as you please, Fancy. Be it as you please.”

Their conversation was interrupted when Fleur’s phone buzzed in her bag. Extricating it, she read something on the screen and set the phone down without comment.

“Nothing important I hope?” Fancy said wistfully.

“I’m afraid it is,” Fleur said with a little sigh. “I hate to ask, but would you mind covering the bill this time? I’ll pick up the next one.”

“Oh certainly,” Fancy assured her. “I expect Hoity will be here in a few minutes, so I won’t be long for company.”

They smiled at each other as she picked up her bag and moved away between the tables of the noisy restaurant. Fancy remained seated in his enclosed little corner, out of earshot of everyone else, waiting for Hoity’s silver hair and gleaming purple glasses to precede his appearance. As Fancy looked around, he noticed that Fleur had left her phone on the table. Picking it up, he noticed the text still on the screen. Being such close friends with Fleur, he felt no particular guilt in giving it a brief look over.

Received: 6:47pm

Waiting for you, Teach

ready for our next test

have been *practising*

This was sent from your iPhone

Fancy Pants blinked at the text, and put the phone in his pocket.

“Clever girl,” he muttered, impressed.