by Yeva Wiest
(05/07/08)
Icy condensation formed on the sides of the goblet. The goblet was placed on the edge of the jacuzzi, which perked and bubbled steamily along like a coffee pot brewing hot water, and me. I should have stuck to coffee, instead of my cheap kosher wine, but I've never been able to resist a full glass of blackberry wine and crushed ice. Yes, I'm a cheap drunk and a tart to boot, but I cherish my habits. Getting drunk in the tub and reading trashy novels is my dearest pastime.
As steam formed on my glasses and my fingers left smudges in the frost on my wine glass, Queen Isabella and her friend, Catalina, cavorted through the castle at Segovia, somewhere in Spain. Their flirtatious glances led to a rendezvous among the roses, and later a secret tryst in Isabella's bedroom -- their bodies slick with sweat and desire...
"Roughly, Catalina pulled Isabella to her breast...and kissed her. Her tongue invaded the sanctity of Isabella's mouth. Her lusting eyes roamed the pale flesh of Isabella's body, which no man had seen before. She pulled aside her lover's shift exposing a taut pink nipple..."
My dusky brown nipple hardened in response to the image in my head. Two beautiful women engaged in a most illicit affair, an affair which might ruin either's life, and yet they had risked everything to be together.
"Catalina ripped the shift from Isabella's body. Madly, she ran her hands up and down her lover's chest. With a cry, she clutched Isabella's breast and covered her nipple with tiny kisses and sharp bites of desire. Catalina's plump white bosom strained against the lace of her gown. Her breasts perched above the low cut neckline threatening to burst forth..."
My hand crept through the bubbles, down my belly and between my legs. I touched the hard tip of my clitoris and sighed. The soapy water roiled against my skin. My head felt heavy and hot. I lolled against the back of the tub, holding the book overhead while I fingered myself -- delighting in my voyeuristic philandering.
I wasn't merely reading about Isabella and Catalina. I was there. With them. Wanting them to get on with it, so that I could be a part of their lovemaking. My lust for them was searing, boiling like the water in my bath. As I stroked myself, Catalina pushed her hand between Isabella's tight white thighs. I arched back against my marble tub, pushing my mound above the waterline for just a moment and then scooting my pussy into the whirling throbbing path of one of the jets.
"Isabella's senses were alive and throbbing with need as Catalina dipped her finger deep into Isabella's feminine recesses. With abandon, she stirred the sinful desires of her friend, her love, until Isabella could stand it no more. She..."
"She -- what?" I groaned. I needed to turn the page, but my pussy demanded my ministrations as much as my mind demanded its literary but lusty entertainment. I tried to hold the book above the water and turn the page with my teeth. No good. The book slipped out of my grasp and fell into the bathtub with hardly a splash.
"No!" I screamed. "She -- what? Did Isabella ride Catalina's finger until her feminine recesses went, went, went...oh hell! What happened?" I searched through the bubbles frothing from the jacuzzi jets. The book was stuck fast to the return screen inside the tub.
I threw the book onto the side of the tub and frantically tried to find the sodden page and renew my passion. The pages were a gummy mess of cheap newsprint. Each page had to be carefully lifted and peeled back. I ripped more pages than I turned. Finally, I grabbed the book and launched it into the vanity sink. I needed relief.
My heart clambered away as I lay back in the tub, trying to sort through my visions of Queen Isabella and her amante Catalina. I closed my eyes and again reached to finger my pussy. Summoning the two women in my head, I saw their wavering outlines. Then Isabella's chambers began to take shape. Her wardrobe was along the western wall; her window opened to the east. The sounds of their lovemaking let me know they were still at it.
"Why did they not stop when I dropped the book?" I wondered aloud.
A sigh, and then, "Because, we were...we are in the middle of making love," said Catalina. "At least, I'm trying to make love to her..."
Waves of bubbly water spewed onto the lovers, soaking them. It gurgled from the parapet of the balcony in pulsing waves, through the open door and across the floor of the bedchamber. Isabella screamed and jumped to her feet, nakedly dancing about as the water covered the bed. Catalina's voluminous dress weighed her down, making it hard for her to stand under the torrent of water.
"Turn it off," Catalina sputtered. "Turn off the water!"
"How?" I opened my eyes, and they were gone. I could hear Isabella screaming in the background of my mind. I grabbed my goblet and took a hefty dose of wine. "How can I stop the water?"
The water in the tub continued to bubble, and I realized that bubbles had overtaken me. They were piling high over the rim of the bath. Isabella continued to holler away in the background, but her voice was indistinct now. Muffled. I had other problems; the bubbles in my tub were at chin level and growing. I searched the wall of the marble tub with my toe, hunting for the button to turn off the jets.
"Thank you," I heard from a voice in the sink. It was Isabella.
I lay back against the side of the bathtub, exhausted and still horny. My salacious efforts seemed to be wasted. I knew that I was never going to climax unless I could get those two lovelies into a dry bed. I got out of the tub and toweled off, trying to think of a way to dry off the other members of my ménage a trois.
The blow-dryer proved to be my salvation. I plugged that baby in and blew 1000 watts of warm air in and through that book. The pages plumped up to stiff sheets that reminded me of a spike hairdo an ex-girl friend of mine once had; but the book was readable and that was all I cared about. I closed my eyes as I ruffled the pages with the blow dryer.
The water in the castle bed chamber was gone, and a brisk wind blew in the room from the open balcony door. Isabella danced wildly in the hot breeze, while Catalina stripped away her sopping dress and slip.
"How are you making the wind to blow?" asked Catalina. "Are you some kind of deity? Perhaps you are one of the Greco or Roman gods?"
"No, it's just a blow-dryer. It's an invention for drying hair," I yelled.
"We can hear you," said Isabella. "You don't have to shout! Is it a new thing -- this invention?"
"Not really."
"I know of something new," she said, but I wasn't interested in talking.
I could see them preening in the heat of the blow dryer. Saucily, they danced back and forth in front of my mind. I wanted to read more. I wanted them to continue where they had left off in the story, so I grabbed the wad of paper that was the book and headed for the bed. I jumped onto the bed and started to read. While my eyes were glued to the page, my left hand explored the bedside table hunting for a bottle of warming lube.
"I know something new," repeated Isabella. "Have you heard the world is flat?"
I snorted and spurted lube onto my pussy. "No, it's not."
"Yes, it is!" she insisted.
Exasperated, I said again, "No, it's not, and I really don't want to go into all that right now. I want to have sex with you, before I lose my mind and my mood." I was almost howling.
Catalina and Isabella laughed. And then, they pulled me into their bed chamber. I was naked, but the room was almost sultry from the heat of the blow-dryer. The two women surrounded me. Catalina pressed my front, and Isabella caressed my back -- and my backside! As Catalina kissed me, Isabella wrapped herself tightly around me.
"We want to show you something," she whispered in my ear. "We want to prove to you that the earth is flat."
My head started to whirl. The aftertaste of wine was in my mouth. A force, like a vortex of wind and water, sucked the three of us out of their reality, out of their bedchamber, away from the castle, and to the edge of the earth. We clung to each other, hovering over the ledge that was the end of the world. Land had ceased to be, and the gulf between the land and a never-ending darkness was a place of clouds and wind and water that merged and converged all around us.
I could see the land in the distance. It was a barren rocky place where nothing could ever grow. I longed to stand on the solid ground at the edge. At least, I thought I did, until Isabella and Catalina began to make love to me.
Simultaneously, they touched me. Catalina kissed my throat, while Isabella nuzzled the back of my neck. Isabella's arms reached around me and found my breasts. Catalina kissed her way down the front of my body, stopping to take first one breast and then the other at Isabella's offering. Catalina's hands wandered around my hips to grasp my buttocks, so Isabella strained even closer against me to stroke the soft hair of my mound.
I could feel the breasts of both women pressing into me. I could smell the heat of their lust. They moved back and forth against my body. Catalina's fingers pushed between my thighs. They tickled their way up into my pussy.
"I believe this is where we were in the story," she said.
"Not exactly. You were about to finger Isabella, when I dropped the book," I said.
"Yes, but you were fingering yourself. Trust me. This is much better."
"Much better," Isabella whispered against my shoulder.
With one hand, Catalina held me against her, while her other hand found my clit. She stroked it up and down. Again and again, she pulled it back and forth.
It swelled in response.
Isabella was not waiting idly behind me. Snug against me, she kissed my shoulders and the back of my neck. I could feel her hand ease down the small of my back, and then move down the edge of my hip and into the space between the back of my legs.
I felt her fingers stretch into my pussy. I felt my cunt clinch in response. I slipped forward, but Catalina caught me. They had me front and back, drawing me to the edge -- the very edge. I was at the edge of the earth where nothing was everything. My senses were assailed with light then dark -- form then void. Real and imagined forces fought within me. Every nerve cell in my body was awash with feeling. Every sense was alive.
Isabella made a fist inside me, and I opened up like a flower opens to the sun. She turned her hand, and I felt everything there ever was to feel.
I fell to the edge of the world, and there I lay. The world was flat. I could just see over the edge -- the edge of my bed to the book lying discarded on the floor.
