Chapter 4 - A Charming Discussion

Chapter 4: A Charming Discussion
A/N: Well, it's been a while. Still, here's the next chapter. I'm pretty sure I'll be able to put out at least one more chapter fairly quickly (within a week or two).
Content this chapter: oral, fingering, teasing

The gravel of the driveway to Veronica's house crunched under my car's tires the following Friday. I hadn't seen Verity since we'd returned from New York on Wednesday; getting set up as Veronica's personal assistant and at the same time planning our next steps in serving Verity had taken up a lot of my time, and I'd just been happy to get home every night. Still, I was happy all three of us were getting together again tonight.

Veronica had told met that Verity had moved out of her dorm and had moved into Veronica's house, and had relayed Verity's instructions to me, so when I opened the door with the key I'd been given and stepped into the entrance hall, I knew what to do. I closed the door and opened the closet next to it. Then I quickly stripped, hanging up my coat and carefully folding the rest of my clothes and putting them on an empty shelf. Finally, I put my shoes away under the bottom shelf and closed the closet. Now completely naked except for my necklace with the silver snowflake, I continued into the house. The thought passed through my mind that Veronica would have to make sure to keep the temperature up in the house when the weather turned colder again.

As I neared the door to the main part of the house I heard the muted sound of a television. I followed them to what turned out to be the living room.                          

It was a pretty large room, with a big glass-topped dining table at one end and a television with a big white leather couch and a pair of comfortable-looking armchairs in front of it at the other end. Low voices and the sounds and smells of cooking came from a doorway across the room. I dropped my purse by the couch and followed them into a kitchen. Veronica was sitting at a table, reading a newspaper. As I had expected, she was nearly as naked as I was, except that she still wore a lacy black bra. I took a moment to appreciate her from the back, then turned my attention to Verity, who was standing by the stove, stirring a large pot. She was dressed, in her usual black, fishnets-and-short-skirt style, though now she was wearing a pale green top over it.

At my, "Hi!" they both looked over their shoulders. Veronica smiled and patted the seat next to hers.

"You're almost late," Verity chided, "I'm just finishing up. Grab some plates and stuff will you?" The latter was said to Veronica, who folded up her newspaper and stood up to rummage in a cupboard.

A moment later, the three of us were sitting at the table, digging into some pretty good chili. As I ate, feeling myself finally relax after a very busy week, a thought struck me and I turned to Verity.

"I didn't know you cooked. I hadn't expected you to want to do that kind of thing for yourself."

Verity waved her fork airily. "Oh, I lived off-campus my first year in college, and we had a full kitchen there. So I could cook when I felt like eating something fresh, and eventually I got pretty good at it. So now I sometimes feel like cooking. Don't worry, " she smiled at me, "you and Veronica get to clean up after dinner."

I was pretty close to starving and the other two must have felt similarly, because the next few minutes, none of us spoke very much while we ate.

When Verity finished, she stood up and gestured to the dishwasher. "You guys clean up here, then come on join me in the living room."

Veronica and I spent a few minutes putting away the dishes and cleaning the kitchen countertop — Verity was not a particularly neat cook — while Veronica asked me a couple of questions about how I was settling into my new job.

"Pretty well, now," I replied, "I've been pretty busy this week — well, you know that, of course — but now that I've gotten set up I think I'm ready to really get started, and it should be less busy from now on."

Veronica smiled at me over her shoulder as she bent over the dining table to wipe it down. "Well, that's good to hear. And you're right, you should be less busy now. Or at least, me previous assistant was, and you should have a little bit less to do, now that I've shifted some work to my secretary. Except for anything you'll be doing for Verity, of course."

I put away the last of the dishes and started the dishwasher while Veronica replaced the towels, then followed her into the living room.

"Yeah, I've been thinking about that..."

"About what?" Asked Verity, who had installed herself in the center of the couch and was flipping through channels.

"About what I'm going to be doing for you." I looked around, unsure about where I was to sit. Veronica had taken off her bra and was hanging it over the back of a chair.

"Oh, we're not talking about that right now. I want to relax a little first. Come on, sit next to me, you two."

Veronica was already walking around to sit on Verity's left, so I shrugged and sat down on her right. As I leaned back, I yawned hugely. "Sorry, I'm pretty tired right now..."

"That's all right. Just be quiet for a while, I want to watch this." She switched channels again just as the opening credits for a movie I didn't recognize started.

I nodded vaguely, looked over at Veronica — who smiled at me and leaned into Verity — and decided to rest my eyes for a while, leaning back into the couch cushions.

I must have dozed off for a while, because when I opened my eyes again, it was to the ending credits, which I was looking at sideways. After a moment of disorientation, I realized that I had slid onto my side, and my head was in Verity's lap. A hand was playing with the hair by my ear, and I could hear the murmuring of a soft voice and irregular breathing from what must be Veronica.

I yawned, waking up more fully, and moved a hand to scratch my nose. I made no move to get up; I felt perfectly comfortable where I was.

"Ah, someone's awake, I think," said Verity, with a laugh in her voice, "aren't you, pet?"

I blinked and tried to wipe the sleep from my eyes. "Yeah, I am. Sorry for falling asleep."

"Oh, it's fine. The movie was pretty good and we amused ourselves, didn't we, Veronica?" The last she said in a teasing tone.

"Y-yes, Veri-ty," replied Veronica, breathing irregularly.

I tried to move my head to get a look at her, but Verity's hand in my hair held me still. I heard a small moan from Veronica, between her heavy breathing, and found I could guess at what was going on. Verity started stroking my hair again, and I found that I had no pressing need to move just yet.

"You said you were thinking about what you were going to do for me?"

"Right. Yes." I took a moment to order my thoughts. "I was thinking about a way to find more women who could be helpful for you. You have only a limited number of charms, but I think it would be a good idea to use one of them to get someone who can help with that." I tried not to sound too hopeful.

There was a groan from Veronica and I felt a thump as she jerked her leg and hit Verity's, but Verity ignored it. "And I guess you have someone in mind?"

"I do. I have a friend who works in the IT department over at the university. She has access to all the records of students, alumni and donors and such. She could find women with useful connections and resources and things."

"And you're not just asking that because you want your friend to join you?" She lightly pulled at my hair.

"Working for you is very satisfying, and I want that for her, too, but I wouldn't have proposed her if I didn't think she'd be a good choice." I felt a little insulted that Verity would doubt my loyalty to her.

"I was just teasing, pet," she assured me, returning to stroking my hair, then went on, "You know my rules, of course: lesbians only, and I'll want to see a picture first."

I didn't want to move from my spot, so I scrabbled along the floor with my foot until I hooked my purse by the strap, then dragged it closer until I could grab my phone. Before I unlocked it, I caught a glimpse of Veronica in the reflection on the dark screen. As I'd thought, she was sitting with her legs spread wide and Verity's left hand between her legs, toying with her pussy. I snuck a few more seconds, then began searching my phone for a good photo of Yumi. When I'd found one, I passed my phone to Verity, and explained.

"Her name is Yumi. She's not strictly a lesbian, but she is bisexual and mostly dates women."

"Oh, that's fine," Verity replied. Then she was silent for a moment as, I assumed, she studied the picture. It was a good one. Yumi didn't usually dress up very much — mostly she wore jeans and roomy T-shirts — but the picture I'd chosen was one of her and me at a party a few months ago. She had a short, slinky dark blue dress on and was wearing her hair loose. Her hair was the one aspect of her personal appearance she spent a lot of effort on; it was jet black, glossy and came down to below her butt. With the dress showing off her slim figure and small breasts, she looked damn hot.

"What do you think?" I asked, after a few moments. I really wanted her to approve of my choice.

"One moment," she commanded. I heard Veronica's moans increase in volume, and felt the couch move as she jerked and let out a long, drawn-out "Aaah!". Then she stopped, and Verity's left hand appeared in front of my face, glistening with juices.

"Clean them off," came the command, and I obediently sucked her fingers into my mouth and began licked Veronica's juices off them. Combined with the sounds that had been coming from Veronica and the quick glimpse of her I'd caught, I was pretty sure I was starting to get pretty wet, myself.

"Pretty good," Verity continued, returning to the topic of Yumi. What is she, Chinese?"

"Japanese, mostly," I said around her fingers, "I think her grandfather was Italian."

"Is her hair still this long?"

"Yeah. It's been that way for years now. She says it takes effort to take care of it, but she really likes the look."

"I agree. OK, I want her. Do you have an idea when you can bring her in?"

I smiled around her fingers. I was pretty sure they were clean now, but I continued sucking on them anyway. I'd thought about this, already.

"I was going to ask her to come celebrate go out with me tomorrow, to celebrate my promotion. You know, catch a movie and go to a club or something afterwards. We'll need to get dressed up, and I can give her one of the charms to wear."

"Sounds great! So, does that mean you're dating?"

"What? No. I mean, she's hot and everything and I like her, but we're just friends."

"Oh, right. Well, go and invite her, and then I want to see the both of you here on Sunday." The fingers in my mouth withdrew and passed me my phone back, while with her other hand she lightly slapped my ass for emphasis.

I yelped, then sent a text to Yumi.

Weekend at last. Celebrate my promotion tomorrow? Shopping, then movie + clubbing?

Yumi's reply arrived moments later.

Sure. Pick you up @ 1pm.

I relayed this to Verity, who clapped her hands together happily. "Great! Now, I think I'd like to have an early night tonight. You two, come and help me shower. Oh, Veronica? You can speak again."

She pushed me off her lap and I got to my feet. Veronica was sitting in a wet spot, eyes looking slightly glazed. Verity must have been teasing her almost since the beginning of the movie. I helped her to her feet and led her as I followed Verity to the shower.

To my surprise, nothing much happened in the — big and comfortable — shower, though Verity had Veronica and me undress her and then soap her up and rinse her off. Afterwards, leaving her clothes with the used towels in the laundry basket, she led us along a (to me) unfamiliar corridor, explaining that she'd had Veronica set up a room for her.

When she led us inside, I saw that it was dominated by a king-sized bed and a large, curtained window that looked out over a garden ringed with high hedges. I didn't have much time to look around, though, because Verity immediately pulled Veronica and myself over to the bed. She crawled onto it, then turned onto her back, legs spread. She beckoned to Veronica and me, and commanded, "Come on, next to me. Let's see some teamwork."

We lay down next to her, pressed into her sides. Veronica looked at me over Verity, then took one of my hands with one of hers and put them both between Verity's legs. I could feel the heat come off Verity's pussy and, as Veronica and I both carefully slid a finger into her, her wetness as well. It was clear she was not unaffected by her fingering of Veronica or our shared shower. Verity exhaled happily, and I caught Veronica's eye. Then, in unspoken agreement, we each brought our remaining hand to one of Verity's breasts and gently pinched her nipples. Within moments, we got into a rhythm: we each alternately thrust one finger into Verity while the other withdrew, and gently kneaded our respective chosen breast with the other hand, flicking the quickly hardening nipples occasionally.

Verity soon began letting out little sighs and moans. I brought my head down a little awkwardly over my arm and licked a long trail up the side of Verity's neck. From her intake of breath, she liked it. I began kneading her breast a little more roughly, paying more attention to the nipple, and planted little licks and kisses all over Verity's neck, combined with the occasional swipe of my tongue along the shell of her ear. The fingers between Verity's lower lips quickly became very slick and Veronica and I switched to thrusting in and out together, each of us rubbing along the side of Verity's clit with our thumbs. It soon became difficult to keep our rhythm going when Verity began erratically jerking her legs, so I withdrew from her hole to begin rubbing her clit with two slick fingers and left her pussy to Veronica.

A minute later, Verity tensed particularly hard, then tangled her fingers in my hair and pulled my up. I felt an extra rush of heat in my pussy at the brief pain.

"I- Ah... need a t-tongue. Anne, get doOh- down there!" She commanded, between moans.

I hastened to obey, crawling to the foot of the bed and clamping my mouth over her pussy just as Veronica withdrew her fingers. Looking up Verity's body, I could see Veronica sucking on one of Verity's nipples while she tweaked the other with her newly freed hand. I shifted slightly, spreading Verity's pussy with one hand and inserting two fingers of the other into her. Soon, I'd established a rhythm, thrusting into her while I flicked my tongue over her clit, occasionally sucking it briefly. Even with both our efforts, Verity managed to hold on for quite some time, though she was moaning loudly. Eventually, face shining with Verity's wetness, I decided to step it up; I stuck in another finger and turned my wrist, curling my three fingers so that I was stroking along the front wall of her pussy while I thrust in and out.

Verity didn't last long that way; a minute or so later her thighs slammed into the sides of my head and a loud moan escaped her. My face was suddenly inundated with burst of her juices and she fell back to the bed limply. I withdrew my fingers and looked up. Veronica was stroking gently along the bottoms of Verity's breasts as Verity's chest heaved with deep breaths. Between two such breaths, Verity managed to gasp, "Don't stop! Keep going! Gentle licks on the outside!"

I bent down again and leaned my head against her thigh, then began slowly lapping at her pussy. It was clear Verity wasn't going for another orgasm, but as her breathing slowed she twitched occasionally with an aftershock.

Eventually, her breathing became slow and regular as she fell asleep. I'd closed my eyes by then, and kept up the occasional flick of my tongue as I drifted off as well.
