Chapter 26

In the event, Andrew and Emma did not manage to get over to “La Retraite” the following weekend, as they had forgotten about a long-standing invitation to Emma’s cousin’s wedding in the wilds of Sussex. This took them away overnight and Emma phoned Amber with regret to say that they would have to get together again later. Amber and Toby spent a quiet evening together on the Saturday, lying naked on the rug listening to records and giving each other sweet pleasure with their fingertips.

‘It seems strange to be doing this without Andrew and Emma here,’ giggled Amber as she dabbed at Toby’s tummy with a tissue.

‘Yes, I know what you mean,’ he agreed, ‘They’ve become very much a part of our usual sex-life, I must admit.’

‘Do you mind?’ she asked.

‘No, not so long as you don’t,’ he replied easily, ‘It is a rather unusual arrangement though. You will say if you find you can’t cope with it any more, won’t you? I’m quite sure they’ll understand perfectly.’

‘No, I love it,’ said Amber sincerely, explaining her answer by adding: ‘They make me feel very loved and secure. It’s quite wonderful really.’

‘There doesn’t seem to be any jealousy between any of us.’ said Toby, ‘Take last Sunday for example. Neither you nor Andrew batted an eyelid when Emma and I actually made love to each other.’

‘I think we were both too busy doing our 69 to worry about it, as a matter of fact,’ giggled Amber, ‘But I know what you mean. I didn’t feel that there was any threat. I was just sorry that my yoni wasn’t safe to be able to take you or Andrew as well.’

‘Will you ever go all the way with him when it is?’ asked Toby.

‘Well, if it seemed the right thing to do at the time I suppose I might. I think it could be dangerous if we did it too often though.’

‘That’s what I feel about Emma. It would be easy to fall seriously in love with her and I’d rather die than mess up her relationship with Andrew.’

Amber nodded seriously.

‘I suppose we are living a bit dangerously,’ she said thoughtfully.

‘So long as we all realise that I guess we’ll be OK.’

‘Toby, I’ve been thinking about next weekend.’

‘What, you mean the great virginity-losing ceremony?’

‘Mmm, we can’t really afford the candle-lit dinner, can we?’

‘Not really,’ laughed Toby, ‘We’re lying on what we spent the last of our money on.’

Amber patted the rug fondly.

‘It was money well spent,’ she declared.

‘It won’t cost us anything to go dancing.’

‘That’s true, but that won’t make the evening very memorable. We can do that any time.’

‘I don’t know what to suggest really.’

‘I thought that I’d really quite like a quiet evening here.’

‘Well that’s OK with me, Pussycat. Whatever you’d prefer to do.’

‘Shall we ask Andrew and Emma?’

‘D’you mean that you want them to attend the ceremony?’

‘I thought that maybe Emma could hold my hand while you have your evil way with me.’

Toby laughed, ‘Oh you are funny. Yes, OK, we’ll ask Andrew and Emma. If they’re with us then you’re bound to remember the evening. It’s never dull with those two around.’

Amber phoned Emma on Monday evening and issued the invitation. Emma was both surprised and highly flattered.

‘Are you quite sure Amber? After all it’s a rather personal occasion, if you know what I mean.’

‘Yes I know, but really it won’t be much, will it? It’s more of a symbolic act than anything else. I thought that perhaps if you and Andrew were there it would be something that I could share with you too and that’ll make it more memorable in my old age.’

‘Something to tell your grandchildren about,’ laughed Emma.

‘Somehow I don’t think my grandchildren would believe me,’ giggled Amber.

‘Yes, well we’ll certainly come over,’ agreed Emma. ‘I think we can raid Uncle Tom’s Cabinet to the extent of some champagne to toast you with afterwards. We’ll see you next Saturday evening. Take care.’

When Andrew and Emma arrived at the “La Retraite” the following Saturday evening, Emma was carrying a small suitcase and was obviously full of herself.

‘What’s in there?’ asked Toby curiously.

‘Never you mind. All will be revealed in due course,’ she laughed.

‘Don’t ask me,’ said Andrew, shrugging his shoulders, ‘She hasn’t said a word. All I know is that she’s up to something. Here, open this bottle of wine before it gets warm. I’ve left the champagne out in the hall in the cool-box.’

‘You did bring champagne,’ cried Amber, clapping her hands, ‘How super.’

‘Well it’s only Veuve du Vernay really,’ admitted Andrew, ‘But it does just as well.’

‘I’d rather have it than a gin and tonic any day,’ observed Toby and both Andrew and Emma laughed at the memory.

They sat around sipping their wine and after a while Emma announced that she was taking Amber away to the bathroom to prepare her. This statement provoked much laughter and Amber was duly whisked away while Toby and Andrew were left to speculate as to what Emma was up to. After a while the door to the lounge opened and Emma swept into the room majestically. She was wearing Natasha’s full-length black velvet evening cape and from what the boys could gather, that was all.

‘Gentlemen,’ she said smoothly, ‘Allow me to introduce myself. I am the High Priestess of Sex.’

Andrew and Toby looked at each other, then put down their glasses and applauded enthusiastically.

‘Hi, Priestess,’ quipped Andrew.

Emma frowned at him and he put his hand over his mouth guiltily.

‘I am here this evening to introduce to you Miss Amber Kanjana Monies, a young virgin who has come to us to be deflowered.’

‘What a pretty name, Kanjana,’ whispered Andrew to Toby.

‘It’s after her mother, but she’s always known as “Jan”,’ explained Toby quietly.

‘Gentlemen, I give you Amber,’ cried Emma and the lounge door opened again. Amber stood in the doorway clad in a simple white dress, white ankle socks and a pair of flat white sandals. Her hair was brushed until it shone and she looked a picture of wholesome innocence, much younger than her eighteen years.

‘Oh I say,’ breathed Toby admiringly.

‘Very nice,’ agreed Andrew.

Amber came into the room and Emma gestured for her to perch on one of the bar stools.

‘Please kneel before the virgin and remove her sandals,’ Emma instructed and Andrew did as he was told with suitable reverence.

‘Now kneel before the virgin and remove her socks,’ said the High Priestess to Toby. He too obeyed her command and as he took them off he kissed each of Amber’s feet in turn. She gave a happy little sigh.

The High Priestess smiled approvingly and taking the virgin by her hands, she led her across to the rug before the fire. Andrew was bade to take off her dress, which he duly did with all proper ceremony. It revealed a lacy petticoat underneath which Toby was allowed to remove. Amber was left wearing a pretty white lace bra and a tiny pair of white cotton panties, held on either side by the thinnest of strings. She stood looking downwards, twisting her fingers together apprehensively. She looked an absolute picture of demure modesty and the boys found that breath-taking. The High Priestess of Sex approached her and undid the bra, which the boys realised opened at the front. She cast it aside and leaning forward planted an open-mouthed kiss on each of Amber’s roseate nipples. The boys could see them harden as the Priestess moved back.

‘Now Amber,’ said the High Priestess in serious tones, ‘Do you solemnly swear that it is your wish this evening to be deprived of the virginity that you have prized and guarded so carefully these many years?’

‘I swear,’ replied Amber softly.

‘And do you swear before these here present that from this time forward you will do your utmost to enjoy a full and happy sex-life?’

‘Oh yes, I swear that too,’ agreed Amber, nodding enthusiastically.

‘And do you declare that you are willing to entrust yourself to our little group to ensure that your virginity is lost according to our rites and practices, whatever they may be?’

There was a pause and Toby and Andrew looked at one another, wondering exactly what rites and practices the Priestess had in mind. The same thing was obviously intriguing Amber.

‘Well, yes,’ she said slowly, ‘I declare it.’

‘Very well,’ the High Priestess of Sex clapped her hands twice, ‘We will prepare for the ceremony.’

Moving over to Toby, the Priestess proceeded to undress him completely. He was motionless, save to help her remove his jeans, socks and shoes. She then went over and did the same to Andrew, much to his amusement. Still wearing her long flowing cloak, the High Priestess stood facing the virgin.

‘We are ready now for the preparation,’ she said and turning, she gestured at the two young men, ‘Behold these two males, each of them possessing a fine weapon. Not so much a weapon as an instrument, an instrument which if used properly can give you great and exquisite pleasure.’

Amber giggled and looked over at the boys. Still unsure of exactly where the High Priestess of Sex was leading them, they had neither of them yet become aroused. Emma beckoned to them and they came over to stand side by side facing the young virgin.

‘You will find that you have great power over such instruments,’ declared the High Priestess and for a moment she had to fight to keep a straight face, ‘Play upon them properly and their owners will be powerless to do anything except grant your every wish. Touch them now and see the power you possess.’

The young virgin reached out and stroked both of the boys gently. As the High Priestess had foretold their instruments responded strongly and immediately.

‘Now, Amber Monies, to take and enjoy such instruments you must be relaxed and totally willing. Are you both of these?’ asked the High Priestess.

‘Oh yes, I am definitely both of those,’ agreed Amber, smiling at Toby and Andrew.

‘Also you must be aroused and ready,’ declared the Priestess, ‘To ensure such arousal and readiness is the purpose of the preparation ceremony.’

Swirling round, Emma went through the door of the lounge. The threesome on the rug were left looking at each other.

‘What happens next?’ asked Andrew. ‘Do you have any idea?’

Amber shook her head.

‘I haven’t a clue to be honest.’

‘Are you OK Pussycat?’ worried Toby.

‘Oh, I’m having such a great time,’ giggled Amber, ‘I shall certainly remember this night for as long as I live. Emma’s so clever, isn’t she?’

The High Priestess of Sex swept back into the room. In one hand was the bottle of champagne and balanced on the other was a small satin cushion, resting on the top of which was a pair of chrome-plated dressmakers scissors. Emma handed the bottle to Andrew.

‘Make ready the wine so that we can cleanse the virgin and drink to her forthcoming consummation,’ she cried.

As Andrew went to the bar and opened the bottle, Emma produced a large white towel from beneath her cape and spread it over one of the stools. She then led Amber over and positioned her carefully so that her legs were wide apart, her feet were resting on the floor and her pubis was projecting beyond the front edge of the seat.

‘First the removal of the final vestige of modesty,’ said Emma.

She gestured to the two boys and they moved over so that they were standing one either side of Amber’s parted thighs. Then she took the cushion and proffered it to Andrew.

‘Take the scissors for the symbolic uncovering of this Virgin’s temple of love,’ she said.

He took them somewhat reluctantly, obviously remembering Amber’s confession. The High Priestess then reached over and picked up the bottle of champagne and a glass. She turned to the little group who were waiting expectantly.