It has been a couple of years since I left the cruise entertainment business. My girlfriends, Clare and Sophia, and I moved to Paris. I have been officially working at Sophia’s family business as an event director. This job gets me into France and legally working. It also leaves me plenty of free time to do the work I love, dancing and singing.
In anticipation of leaving the cruise entertainment business, we put out feelers for work in France. We lucked out with an offer for a cabaret style show in Paris. It doesn’t pay a lot but the three of us are together and happy.
We were all living at Sophia’s house, as she had family money. It seems she decided to move into one of her family properties when she got back to Paris. I guess when your family is rich, that is not a problem. Being Sophia’s lovers, we were naturally invited to move in with her.
We have a month off coming up in a couple of weeks and have been preparing for our semi secret wedding. Very few people know about it. The three of us are in love and will be tying the knot in June. We found a little place in Hawaii where they will perform a commitment ceremony for us. Although not legally binding, we will commit our lives to each other, just like any other couple getting married.
We were heading downtown to pick up our wedding rings at the jewelers.
“Hey Clare, did you get a confirmation from that handsome jeweler, that our rings are ready?” I asked.
“Oh yes, the handsome guy called me yesterday. He is very excited to see us today.” Clare answered.
“You two can stop that.” Sophies interrupted.
“Stop what?” I asked, and smiled at Clare.
“Trying to make me jealous.” Sophia grumbled.
“What, are you jealous? You don’t get jealous do you?” Clare teased.
Our driver arrived at the store and I climbed out. I watched as Sophie’s long legs slipped out of the car. I reached out and gave her a hand out of the car. Her soft hand took mine as she stepped out. “Thank you,” she said, as she kissed me on the cheek. I reached out again and caught Clare’s hand. She stepped out and kissed me too.
“Okay ladies, are we ready?” I asked. Both girls nodded and we opened the door and went inside.
The jeweler greeted us right away. “Mademoiselle Denise, Clare and Sophia. I am so happy to see you.” The guy’s name was Peter. He was tall and in good shape. He had nice eyes and a warm, sexy voice. I could see why Sophia would pretend not to be jealous of him. I am sure it didn’t help that Clare suggested we blow him for a discount. It was just a joke, but I was not sucking a dick for my wedding rings. That has to be bad karma.
Peter waved us over to a table. “Ladies have a seat. I will be right back.”
I took Clare and Sophia’s hands. I was excited and needed something to hold on to. I looked at Clare and she was just absolutely beaming. She looked like she was going to jump out of her seat any minute. I gave her hand a squeeze. She smiled at me and relaxed a little. I looked over at Sophia. She was trying to look calm and cool, but I could tell she was excited too.
Peter came back with three little blue boxes. One had a silver crescent moon, the second a star and the third a sun. He gently placed the moon in front of Sophia, and the sun in front of Clare. These seemed to fit their personalities. Sophia is the moon that brings us romance, and Clare is our sunshine. I guess that makes me the star, I thought, as he placed the last one in front of me.
“You are the star that guides us safely through life, Denise.” Clare chimed in. Sophia nodded her agreement with a smile. Was she reading my mind again, or were they just thinking the same things.
“Can we open them?” Clare asked.
“Yes, but we should not put them on yet.” Sophia answered.
I reached for mine and they picked up theirs. We Looked at each other and opened the lids. Inside was a beautifully feminine gold ring. It had a large center diamond and was adorned with two smaller diamonds, representing our two lovers. The narrow gold band was embedded with tiny white gold triangles, all the way around. It made the band sparkle in the light, almost as much as the diamonds.
“Oh my god, It is so beautiful.” Clare squealed.
“Oui,” Sophia whispered.
Clare and Sophia took the rings out of the box, looked at them and hugged me.
“I will cherish this forever.” I heard Sophia say under her breath.
“I..I am so happy you like them.” I managed to say. I could feel my heart swelling up and a lump in my throat.
I designed the rings with Peter, in secret, but I had no idea they would come out so well. It was a joy and a relief all at the same time.
“Peter, thank you for making these, they are prettier than I could have ever imagined.” I said.
“It was my honour to make these. This was a very special project to me and I wanted to put my best effort into it. Thank you for asking me to craft them for you.” Peter replied.
We packed our pretty rings away and squared up with Peter. Peter walked us to the door and pulled escort bayan avrupa yakası it open.
“Congratulations, ladies. I hope you find only great happiness together.”
We thanked him again and headed back to Sophia’s to lock them up.
In the morning, Sophia got up early for a work presentation. She occasionally performed some duties at her family’s business. I sat up to watch her get dressed, as I like watching girls dress. Sophia seems to know this, so she clearly played it up for me. After getting out of the shower, she came back into our room and let her little robe slide off her shoulders and drop to the floor.
She then walked over to her dresser and slowly pulled open the drawer. I could smell lavender and vanilla off her. She took out a little black roll and let it unravel to reveal black stockings. She came over to the edge of the bed and placed one long leg on the edge in front of me. With two fingers from each hand she slowly worked her way up her foot to her calf and then her thigh. After inspecting the straightness and adjusting the top, she switched sexy legs and did the same with the second. She went back to her drawer and rifled around a little. She placed a finger on her lip, as if she was thinking about something very perplexing. Seeming to make up her mind she pulled out a dark red bra and panty set. She tossed the bra on the bed. Sophia then turned away from me and stepped into her panties. She pulled them up slowly and wiggled her little bottom into them, adjusting the waist for just the right positioning. Sophia walked over to her dressing table, topless and sat down on her little bench. She picked up her brush and started putting her hair in a bun. She arched her back reaching back to tie off her thick locks. I got a nice view of her ample breasts perking up. She was very pretty in just stockings and panties, showing off her flawlessly smooth skin.
After finishing with her hair, she walked over to her massive closet. She pulled out two skirts and two sweaters. Came back out to me and held each outfit up for me to see. I picked the black mini skirt and the grey sweater with the low neckline. I thought the mini might show a little top lace from her stocking, if someone is lucky. Sophia has a lot of fans at work. She put the outfit down and slipped on her bra. She came over to me and said,”Un peu d’aide s’il vous plait?” I agreed to help and pulled her firm breasts together and hooked the front clasp. “Merci” was all she said as she reached for the mini and wiggled her bottom into it. She slipped the tight sweater on and stretched it over her boobs. Sophia gave herself a little once over in the mirror. All looking good, she came over and kissed me and Clare goodbye. “You two have fun today. I will see you after work.” she said, as she pranced out of our room.
“She is so pretty.” Clare announced beside me. (How long has she been awake?)
“We are so lucky to have her.” I replied.
“I miss her when she is at work.”
“Me too. Good thing we don’t have to do day jobs very often.”
“Well we are off today, what do you want to do?” I asked.
“Let’s go grocery shopping and make Sophia a nice dinner.” Clare suggested.
“Good idea, she is a hard working girl. We need to take care of her.”
“But first we need to take care of ourselves. We should have a bath,” Clare said.
“Oohh yes. Find Sophia’s bath salts, so we can smell like a flower garden when we are done.” I said with a wink.
We collected everything we needed, filled the tub and hopped in. Our bathtub was huge, we could easily squeeze four people in it. Clare and I sat side by side. I put an arm around her shoulder, so she could rest her head on me. We just laid there relaxing in the hot water for a while.
“Should we get something to eat before shopping?”I asked.
“Yep. let’s go to that cafe you like, on the way.” She answered.
I reached over and grabbed Sophia’s expensive shampoo. Clare closed her eyes and laid her head back. I pulled out the shower head and rinsed out Clare’s hair. Her long hair was pretty and fun to wash. I lathered up her hair and rinsed it out again. When the last traces of shampoo cleared I leaned over and kissed Clares upturned lips. She pulled me in and kissed me back.
“Your turn!” she said and straddled me.
I closed my eyes and she washed my hair. It was nice to feel her scrub my scalp and feel her fingers sliding through my hair. When she was done she kissed me and I put my arms around her.
“Turn around, I will wash your back.” I offered.
Clare turned and sat between my legs. I took one of Sophia’s fancy soaps and washed Clare’s back. I reached around and washed her breasts too. I could feel her nipples harden as I caressed them.
“Do you think Sophia will always be crazy jealous?” I asked Clare from over her shoulder.
“Probably, I can’t see her little insecurity changing.”
“She doesn’t seem to be jealous of us being together.”
“Oh, she is totally not.” Clare stated confidently. escort bayan bağcılar There was a time, early in our relationship, that I wanted to be with you, but I pushed you away.”
“That was in the hall on our first cruise contract, wasn’t it?” I asked.
“That is the time.”
“I wanted you too. I ended up taking care of myself back in my cabin.”
“I didn’t want to go further, without knowing how Shphia would feel about it. Months later, she and I talked about it and she said she isn’t jealous at all. She said she loves us and wants us to be happy. We need to take care of each other and be available for each other. She said that she never wants to hear about one of us being lonely.” Clare explained.
“I guess that makes sense. I would not want either of you to feel lonely, just because I was not around.” I agreed.
I got up on my knees and pushed my bum up in the air. Clare got the message. She lathered up my butt and crotch. Her soft touch slid between my lips and over my butt cheeks. It feels so much better with someone else doing it for me. I dropped back down to rinse off, before I got too excited.
We hopped out of the bath and toweled each other off.
“What should we wear?” Clare asked me.
“It is supposed to be warm and sunny today, how about sundresses?” I answered.
It was late May and some warm weather had finally rolled in. I was excited to start dressing for summer. Clare and I shared a closet, since we wore the same sizes. I looked through our closet and found a blue dress with a flower print.
“Try this on.” I said
Clair pulled it up and I zipped up the back.
“You look pretty in that.”
“It is so short.” Clare said, while eying her bottom in the mirror.
“Yep, lots of leg showing. Be careful of the wind, not that it matters, you have nice panties on.” After I saw her in that dress, there was zero chance of me letting her change.
Clare rolled her eyes and found a dress for me. It was an orange print with straps. She handed it to me and I put it on. Clare adjusted the straps for me.
“You look so cute.” Clare declared. I took a quick look in the mirror and agreed with her assessment. I confirmed that I had nice panties on too. We found some matching sandals and headed out.
Clare took my hand as we walked down the street. It is nice when it is just the two of us, as holding hands with three people doesn’t work so well. When the three of us are out, we just end up casually swapping around partners or not holding hands at all.
It was a beautiful day and about halfway to the cafe. We stopped at an intersection for traffic and a strong gust of wind blew. Our dresses blew up and we quickly pushed them down with our hands.
A man walking by smiled at us, nodded and kept walking.
“We just totally flashed that guy.” I giggled.
“He doesn’t seem bothered at all, maybe we made his day.” Clare added.
We laughed and carried on our journey. We arrived at the cafe without any further panty incidents. We took a seat outside and ordered brunch.
“What were you thinking we should make for dinner?” I asked Clare.
“chicken confit with roasted potatoes and parsley salad”
“What is chicken confit?”
“It is a chicken dish cooked with a ton of fat. I have a recipe that substitutes the fat for a bit of olive oil. It is nice, I think Sophie will like it.”
“I am sure I will love it too. Do we need wine and bread?”
“Oui” Clare answered, with a you’re a dunce look on her face. The French sure love their bread and wine.
We chatted for a while and headed out to the grocery store, bought our food and headed home.
Clare said it took about six hours to cook the chicken, so she prepped and put it in the slow cooker, right away. I watched a master at her work, trying to learn all I can about cooking. I can prepare some meals well, but Clare is on a whole nother level, she makes cooking anything seem so easy. I want to be a good, dependable wife to my girls one day, so I try to study from the best. It was hard for me to concentrate on the dinner education, as my chef’s bottom, in a cute little apron, kept wiggling in front of me. I reached down and slipped a hand under her dress, but she swatted it away.
Clare finished up and said we can do the potatoes and salad in about four hours.
With time to kill, we decide to work on our tans. Sophia’s house had a little yard out back with a high hedge. We changed into bikinis, got some drinks and headed out to the patio. I turned on some music and we laid down on some loungers.
“This is almost like being back on the cruise ship.” I said.
“We were not allowed to lounge around in the sun like this, though.”
“But, we did it anyway.”
“We were not allowed to do this either.” Clare pulled off her top and let out a sigh.
“Are we allowed to do that here?”
“I am not sure, but there is no one around to tell us not to.”
“I like the way you think, Clare.” I tossed my top too.
The escort bayan bahçelievler warm sun felt nice on my skin and made me relax. We lounged around sipping drinks and chatting. Time slipped away and when I looked up at the sun, I realized it was late afternoon.
“Clare, we better get dinner finished, Sophia will be home soon.”
We put our sundresses back on and finished making dinner. Sophia came home and met us in the kitchen.
“Mmmm what smells so good?” Sophia asked.
“Clare is making us chicken confit.” I answered and kissed her.
“Denise is helping too.” Clare added and kissed Sophia.
“Did your presentation go well?” I asked.
“I had a very attentive audience, today.”
I looked her up and down and simply stated, “I bet you did.”
Sophia rolled her eyes, with a smile.
“You two look pretty in your sun dresses.”
Clare put her arm around me and said, “We were hot chicks out shopping today.”
“Clare flashed her panties at some stranger walking down the street.”
“What?? So did you!”
“Mine was an accident.”
“So was mine.”
Sophia just shook her head. “Shall we eat?”
Clare’s chicken confit was delicious, as I expected. After dinner was done Sophia asked,
“What are we doing for our bachelorette party?”
“Wow, I never even thought about it.” I realized.
“Let’s go dancing.” Clare suggested.
“Oui, danser.” Sophie and I agreed.
We made plans to go out on Thursday, to some place called Bastille. Apparently it is a club district in Paris.
Thursday came and we started our night out at club Celeste. The music was pretty good and had just the right size of crowd. There were a ton of hot people there.
I wore hot pants and a bustier paired with high heeled sandals. Sophia and Clare opted for sexy mini dresses.
We hit the dance floor right away. After a good hour of dancing, we needed a drink and headed over to the bar.
“I like this place, good pick Clare.” I said.
“Good. Having fun Sophia?” Clare asked.
“We need some men!” Sophia answered matter of factly.
Clare and I just stared at each other, confused.
“What? we both asked.
“It is our last night out as hot single girls. We need to get laid.” Sophia answered confidently.
I took a sip of Sophia’s drink. It didn’t seem to have anything wrong with it.
“Are you feeling okay, do we need to take you home?” Clare asked, checking her temperature.
“I am not sick or drunk. If we are going to do this, we need to do it right. Wild and crazy sex party.” She said with fist pump.
“I am so in!” Clare agreed, way too quickly.
“Hold on, Sophia, I get Clare being into it, she is a sex party animal, but this is way out of character for you. Will you be okay with this tomorrow?” I questioned.
“Oui. We are going to be spending the rest of our lives together, so we need to get this out of our system.”
Interesting logic. What if it actually does the opposite and gets into our system?
I mulled it over for a minute and decided I was in the mood for some dick, so
“fuck it, let’s do this!” I cheered.
“Attention, Clare, find us some hot guys who look like they can fuck for hours.” I ordered.
“Target found” Clare pointed out two guys at the bar.
That was super fast, but she was right. Two athletic guys (soccer player build types) who looked like they knew how to shower and comb their hair, were ordering drinks.
“Alright girls, eye contact and smiles.” I ordered.
Eye contact acquired. Twirl hair and glance away bashfully.
“Okay they are talking….They are coming this way.” Sophia said.
“Hi ladies.” Boy one opened.
“What is happening tonight, ladies night out?” Boy two asked.
“We are having our bachelorette party.” I answered.
“Who is getting married?” Boy one asked.
“We all are, to each other.” I answered. I sensed a tiny bit of disappointment in his eyes.
“But we are looking to party, like it is our last chance to ever be with men.” Sophia added.
(Jesus, way to play hard to get, Sophia.)
“Well we can definitely help you with that. We like to party. My name is Adrien, this is Theo and this here is, Petit Henri.” Pointing to a guy coming from the left.
“Petite Henri? You don’t look very Petite.” Clare said, caressing his bicep. (Another one, poorly playing hard to get.)
“You can find out why we call him that later.” Adrien laughed.
“Do you girls want to dance?” Theo asked.
I took Theo by the arm and led him to the dance floor, the others followed us. We danced for a while and decided we needed a break. While having a drink, Adrien suggested we head to his friend’s bar. He said she had a private party room that was not used on Thursdays. Sophia checked the address online to see if it was legit and called her driver. We squeezed into the van and headed over. On the way, I noticed Clare’s infamous party bag was in the van. It is a large hand bag stuffed with sex toys. I am pretty sure Clare didn’t know what was going down tonight. She saw me looking at it and said, “I wanted to be prepared, so I threw it in the van.”
“Good call.”
When we arrived at Adrien’s friend’s bar we were greeted by a hot waitress.
“Oh hi Adrien, who are your pretty friends?” She said, like she wanted to fuck us, right in the entranceway.