Annabel had just finished the last dish when Carla came breezing through the kitchen with Asha in tow, having decided the three of them should take a walk on the beach. Pausing only to fill a flask with brandy in case it was chilly, she took Annabel by the arm and led the way.
In fact the fog had cleared and it had turned into a beautiful night with a blazing bright half-moon illuminating the sky. They walked down to the waterline and first Carla, then the other two, took off their shoes and began to wade in the ocean.
Nobody said much but it was clear they were sharing a Moment. Feeling happy and wild and uninhibited, Carla pulled off her top and let her breasts bob free. Neither Annabel nor Asha showed much of an outward reaction, though all four eyes were clearly focused on Carla’s glorious, moonlit orbs.
Deciding to just go for it, Carla peeled off her yoga pants and tossed them aside. Sly smiles were now playing on Annabel and Asha’s faces, and after a few seconds, they both began to shed clothes too. Asha’s sari was a little too nice to throw in the sand, so after carefully folding it she sat it atop the pile of clothes Carla had started.
Carla was not coy about drinking in the sight of Asha’s naked body, which was every bit as magnificent as she would have expected. Of course, she mused, it’s not like yoga clothes leave much to the imagination anyway; Asha’s general shape was already ingrained on her mind and libido. But it was nice to be able to add details like the dark, smallish nipples and the jet-black bush, sparse at the top and thickening as it plunged between her legs.
Glancing over at Annabel, Carla saw that she too was mesmerized by the apparition before them. And why shouldn’t she be?
Asha herself was looking up into the sky with an aura of total serenity. Carla took one last long look — telling herself that later she would lick every inch of that soft brown body now glowing copper in the moonlight — then forced herself to tear her gaze away, turned, and began to wade into deeper water.
* * *
Later, as they were walking back to the house, Carla hung back, watching Asha and Annabel’s rear ends sway as they walked side by side, giggling like schoolgirls. The skinny-dip had felt very innocent somehow, like they were three playful mermaids frolicking. Even now, though the sight of Asha’s body filled her heart with lust, Carla was in no hurry to start anything.
Inside they all got bottles of water and adjourned, still naked, to the living room, where Carla piled some wood into the fireplace. She was still a little wet from the swim, and a fire seemed like a good idea.
Once the flames were flickering, Carla sat down opposite Asha, who had pulled a blanket over herself — was it out of modesty, Carla wondered, or because she had been chilly? It was probably a good thing she had, though; Carla was suddenly feeling a bit revved up. The sight of Asha’s nude body just then might have caused her to lose control, and she wanted to do this right.
After finding the flask and pouring the contents, untouched till now, into three snifters, Carla started asking Asha questions about herself. She was shy at first but soon opened up, and talked quite a bit about her father, who had been suffering a serious illness for months now.
At this point the conversation turned solemn, and Carla found herself wondering if her plans were going to be frustrated; how could she make a move now? And then she chastised herself for thinking that way — so selfish of her.
It had been quiet in the room as Carla had this inner dialogue, and it was Asha who broke the silence.
“So just to be clear,” said Asha, “you want to make love to me.”
Carla almost spit out the brandy in her mouth; the vibe had been in the air, obviously, but she was momentarily taken aback by the directness of the question. Was Asha teasing her, even rebuking her? But looking into the yoga teacher’s eyes, Carla realized that the question was a sincere one, and a warm grin crept over her face as she answered.
“Yes.”
“Both of you,” Asha asked, looking from Carla to Annabel and back again.
Leaning forward, Carla caught Annabel’s eye and they both nodded in unison. “That’s right,” said Carla, as Annabel giggled a little nervously. It felt strange to think that, not long ago, she had been the innocent one. It seemed like years ago.
“Why?”
It took Carla a moment to respond, the answer seemed so patently obvious. “Because you’re beautiful. Sexy. Wonderful. Delightful.”
“But the two of you are happy being together.”
Again, Carla was briefly stymied by the simple directness of Asha’s viewpoint. Finally she said, “Well, sure.”
“Then why do you need more?”
Carla thought about this for a moment, and finally answered, “More is better.” She again looked over at Annabel and said, “I mean, isn’t it?”
Annabel shrugged. To be sure, there were times when Annabel felt that she alone ought to be enough for Carla, and wondered why her stepdaughter was always seeking out new conquests. On the other hand, it just seemed like part of who Carla was; she had never presented herself as being any other way.
Suddenly Annabel noticed that Asha was staring at her, waiting for her to answer, and she realized that having come this far, it would be incredibly disappointing not to go all the way. “We’ll make you feel good,” she said plainly and earnestly. “I promise.”
Asha smiled a warm but somewhat abashed smile. It was clear she was hesitant to say something but was going to do it anyway.
“I’ve never...” she began, then trailed off, looking unsure of herself.
“You’ve never been with a woman before?” Carla prompted, delighted that she would able to introduce Asha to the delights of lesbian love.
Asha shook her head. “With anyone.”
Carla was stunned. Was it really possible that this magnificent creature, this full-grown woman who radiated confidence and serenity while oozing sex from every pore, was a virgin? It boggled the mind.
“Really?” Carla burst out incredulously, immediately cursing herself for doing so. “I mean, it’s fine. I mean it’s great. I just mean... wow.”
Taking a big swig of brandy, Carla looked over at Annabel, who was also clearly surprised but doing her best to look neutral. Images of what was about to happen began to flash through Carla’s head, and returning her gaze to Asha she said, “We’re going to take very good care of you.”
This time Asha’s smile was full and radiant. “Very well then,” she said, and pulled the blanket off.
Somehow Asha had become even more lovely in the last hour. For a long moment all Carla could do was stare, silently thanking the Goddess for all She had done in creating woman. She wondered if she was drooling visibly. Well, who could blame her if she was?
Standing, Carla nodded to Annabel, and the two of them approached the chair where Asha sat. They shared a three-way kiss that was long and lingering, soft and passionate. Then Carla began to kiss her way across Asha’s cheek to her left ear, while Annabel did the same on the other side.
Annabel continued to mirror Carla as they moved down Asha’s neck, across her shoulder, and finally to her breasts. Those little nipples were hard as rocks now, and she began to moan as Carla and Annabel nibbled on them.
Carla had already been pretty wet and now could feel the liquid running down her thighs. But her own pleasure wasn’t important now; what mattered was making Asha feel good. She looked up at the Indian woman, who was wide-eyed now, her mouth open, panting a little. Carla gave her a wink and moved down to Asha’s midriff, where Annabel quickly joined her. They then made their way down Asha’s hips and thighs to her knees, which they kissed while gently nudging them apart.
Carla kissed the soft inside of Asha’s left knee; Annabel did the same to the right. Slowly, slowly they began to move up Asha’s inner thighs until they met in the middle.
* * *
The first morning sunlight was seeping in through the windows by the time Asha gently but firmly pushed them away, having come so hard so many times that she was feeling a little faint. Carla found her brandy and had a hearty quaff, feeling very satisfied with her work. Then she kissed Annabel on one sticky cheek and whispered “Well done” into her ear.
When she had had some water and recovered a bit, Asha, being a conscientious person, wanted to reciprocate. Carla insisted that Annabel go first, and sat sipping her drink as Asha earnestly but clumsily went down on her stepmother.
After a while Carla sat down her snifter and got on her knees beside Asha. Kissing silky lips redolent of Annabel’s pussy, Carla thought she had died and gone to heaven. For a moment she completely forgot about Annabel, who had been waiting patiently while Asha fumbled around with her genitals. Finally Carla broke the kiss and set about showing Asha how to make a woman come.
* * *
When it was her turn Carla discovered that Asha was a fast learner. Having waited so long, Carla orgasmed very quickly, which put a delighted grin on Asha’s face. Encouraged, she went back to work, determined to pay back as much as possible of the pleasure Carla had given her.
Catching Annabel’s eye, Carla gave her silent instructions. Asha didn’t really need any help, but it couldn’t hurt....
* * *
When it was all over Asha got dressed, saying she had to get home. Carla would have loved for her to stay but understood. The three of them hugged and kissed and Carla told Asha she was welcome anytime. “I mean it,” she said. “Any. Time.”
But when Asha was gone Carla got the feeling, she didn’t know why, that this would be a one-time thing. Well, if so, it would be a unique and delicious memory. Shrugging her shoulders, Carla took Annabel by the hand and they made their way upstairs to bed.
