“Really?”
Alison turned as she stood in the doorway. “I’ll save the last dance for you.”
The elevator doors opened on the Penthouse level. Alison and Warrington were alone in the elevator car. They both stood motionless. Warrington motioned for Alison to step out. She hesitated, looking to Warrington. He raised an eyebrow and she moved forward.
Alison strode confidently down the corridor towards the suite. She stood outside the door, looking for the key card in her clutch purse, Warrington stood behind her.
Remembering, she said, “I gave my key to Miranda.” The words reminded her again of the bold decision she’d made, and why she was so nervous.
Warrington smiled, reaching past her to insert his key card into the door mechanism. The light on the door turned from red to green.
Alison pushed on the door, it opened with ease. She walked into the suite, Warrington right behind her. He switched on the lights, revealing not only the suite, but the special extras Miranda had referred to earlier. The bar was set with an array of small appetizers and cheeses. Standing on the floor in front of the bar were two silver ice buckets on pedestals, a bottle of Veuve Clicquot champagne cooling in each.
Alison made her way straight for the chilling wine. “Now this is what I call a welcome gift.” She reached for a bottle, unwrapped the foil from around the top, popped the cork and poured some wine into two glasses. She picked up the glasses and turned to Warrington, intending to offer him one.
“Is that for me or him?” asked Miranda. She was standing just inside the doorway, the door clicking shut behind her the moment Alison noticed her.
Alison stopped, standing still, a surprised expression on her face.
“You did say come a little earlier, didn’t you? Am I too early?” asked Miranda.
Alison gathered herself. “No.’ She stepped forward, going past Warrington, and offering a glass of champagne to Miranda, looking apologetically at Warrington while doing so. “You’re right on time. Cheers.”
The two women clinked champagne flutes while Warrington moved over to the bar and poured himself a scotch. Leaning against the bar, he turned to look at the two women as they sipped their wine.
Knowing her as well as he did, Warrington could sense that Alison was nervous and excited at the same time. He could tell by the numerous little sips of her champagne that she was taking, avoiding having to talk if her glass was at her lips all the time. The fact that she was shuffling on her feet also gave away her anxious state. Warrington slipped the open champagne bottle out of the cooler. Carrying it, he walked over and stood beside Alison.
Alison sensed Warrington beside her, and she leaned into him for comfort. She did this when she was nervous, grounding herself through him. He reached across with the champagne bottle, pouring more into Alison’s empty glass.
“Are you trying to get me drunk?” she asked.
“I think you’re doing that all by yourself,” he replied.
“Maybe,” she said, lifting the newly filled glass to her lips, taking another series of small sips, looking over the rim of the glass at Miranda.
“Shall we all sit?” Miranda asked as she moved towards the couch.
Alison followed, sitting next to her. Warrington came over to sit on the couch as well, the three of them filling the tight space, their knees touching. Warrington reached a hand behind Alison, gently placing it on her neck.
Alison continued sipping her champagne, feeling the warmth of Warrington’s hand on her neck. She then felt the back of Miranda’s hand gently stroking her cheek. Alison smiled, placing her flute glass on the coffee table in front of her. She wasn’t sure what to do or whose touch to respond to, so she sat motionless, indulging in both. It was an odd, but pleasing sensation, Warrington on her left, Miranda on her right, feeling the warm touch of two lovers, not just one. She closed her eyes to focus more.
Warrington’s hand began to creep up her neck, to the point where his fingers intertwined in her hair. He grabbed hold, pulling her head backwards.
Alison kept her eyes closed, whispering in her mind the word ‘yes’. Yes, she was going to do this, yes, she wanted this to happen. Yes.
Warrington pulled her head all the way back so that it was resting on the back of the couch.
She felt Miranda’s warm breath on the side of her neck. Yes. She could smell Miranda’s perfume, sweet and subtle. She felt Miranda’s long, thick hair brush her cheek as Miranda pressed her lips to her neck, closed at first, warm and slightly wet. Miranda’s tongue flicked out from between her lips, warming Alison’s neck even more. So sensuous, so sensual. The next thing she felt was Miranda’s teeth nibbling on her neck. It startled Alison, and she jumped a little, but Warrington held her hair tight, not allowing her to move her head.
Miranda bit harder, pain and pleasure shooting through Alison. Alison squirmed, trying to pull her neck away. Miranda’s teeth were sunk into her skin, holding her. Alison stopped pulling, the pain greater than the pleasure. Miranda let Alison go, and Alison brought her hand up to her neck where Miranda bit her, rubbing the spot.
“Sorry,” said Miranda, “I get a little too excited sometimes.” With this she brushed Alison’s hand away, licking and kissing the spot she’d just bitten, cooling the sting.
With Miranda at Alison’s neck, Alison felt Warrington’s hand on her knee. Instinctively, she brought her knees together, causing Warrington to tug on her hair.
“Open,” he said.
Alison obeyed.
Warrington’s hand slid up the inside of her left thigh. Even though it was warm, it made Alison shiver. His hand continued to move up her inner thigh, getting higher, getting warmer. It came to rest at the place where her panties met her upper thigh. Warrington fingered the edge of her panties. “Miranda,” he said, “help
