Naomi: We didn’t know what we were getting into.

Rui: We drove and drove, on and on. I didn’t think we’d ever get there. Finally we arrived.

Rodrigo: What beauties! I almost couldn’t catch my breath. Luckily I don’t play a wind instrument. Nevertheless, my fingers couldn’t stop tingling.

Naomi: He sat on the steps and played a sort of guitar.

Rui: We listened to his music.

Naomi: It was both serene and spicy.

Rodrigo: I played a few tunes to get them in the mood. Then I showed them the basic steps. “Now you,” I told them, and they held each other, but stiffly, awkwardly. “Don’t be afraid. Let loose a little,” I told them.

Rui: Naomi’s skin. My fingers on her shoulder. Her back. The heat of her. It was almost paralyzing.

Naomi: Her scent. Like forbidden fruit. I wanted nothing more than to taste it. To taste her.

Rodrigo: I could see that their clothing was getting in the way.

Naomi: He asked us if we minded being naked. He said it might free us.

Rui: We undressed. Naomi left her stockings on. Black, with white pussy cats woven in. So cute.

Rodrigo: It was better—their dance—but still more than a trifle stiff. I played and played, trying to find a rhythm that could spur them.

Rui: I was so self-conscious.

Naomi: I was afraid. Why did we want to do this, anyway?

Rui: I was about to give up.

Rodrigo: “Let’s take a break,” I told them. “We’ll go upstairs and relax for a minute or two.”

Naomi: I whispered in Rui’s ear, “You know, I think he’s afraid of us.”

Rui: “We need to do something.”

Naomi: I told him, “It’s not fair that we’re naked and you’re not.”

Rui: “Not fair at all.”

Naomi: We took his guitar and set it aside.

Rui: We shoved him into the armchair.

Naomi: Each of us pulled off one of his shoes. Then I did his shirt.

Rui: “Lift up,” I told him, and he did, and I wrestled his pants off.

Naomi: “He’s so stiff,” I told Rui.

Rui: “Let’s unstiffen him,” I said.

Naomi: I climbed up on the armchair arms. He smiled up at me. I leaned forward and pushed my pussy against his smile.

Rui: I knelt between his legs. I touched my tongue to the tip of his penis. It spang up, nipping my nose. “Naughty penis,” I whispered. I caught it between my lips—just the head of it—and sucked, with my tongue flicking against the slit.

Rui: I moved one hand beneath. The soft pouches. Then behind. So warm. My finger edged in.

Naomi: His lips captured my clit. He sucked me sweet and slow.

Rodrigo: I couldn’t believe it. These girls. My mind went blank. They kept on until I couldn’t see straight. Naomi came, gushing against my face. A moment later I erupted in Rui’s mouth. So good!

Naomi: “I did him!” Rui cried out. Her cheeks were flushed. Some of Rodrigo’s cum was on her lips, her chin. “You did him,” I echoed. We kissed. We kissed and kissed as we swirled our way across the room, still kissing as we fell upon the bed.

Rui: Naomi swiveled. We hugged hard. Then we went at it. We devoured each other. We feasted on each other’s orgasms.

Rodrigo: I couldn’t move. Paralyzed with pleasure, I lay back in my chair, watching them, the graceful way they loved each other. The sumptuous sex dance they did. I’m taking full credit.