Story 3, Introducing Laura to Miranda During Another Business Trip

by Must Be Barking Mad

Chapters:

Chapter 1 - Jetting across the country
Chapter 2 - Pleasant time together as tourists
Chapter 3 - Monday at the office for me, at the pool for Laura and Miranda, and then beauty in the evening
Chapter 4 - A week of work rewarded by an exquisite Friday evening out
Chapter 5 - An exquisite evening becomes even more beautiful
Chapter 6 - 'Comfortable' friends
Chapter 7 - An interlude of naughty high jinks
Chapter 8 - Epilogue

Copyright (c) 2003, Must Be Barking Mad. All Rights Reserved.

"Author's Notes" and "Qualifiers and Disclaimers" at end of story. Read them first!

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Chapter 1 - Jetting across the country
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It was mid summer, and my firm's client in the Midwest USA was calling me back to do some more urgent work for them. It seems that they liked my thoroughness and the relevance of the results that I produced for them, and wanted _me_ (instead of one of my firm's other associates) back to help them out some more; this is not the first time I've had a client respond this way. I didn't mind jumping for our client, because the fee premium we are allowed to charge for such additional 'rush' trips makes it well worthwhile for my firm. Besides, I had very fond memories of my last trip out west ;-).

As before, this trip was going to be for 10 business days, which again meant that I would remain in that distant city over the intervening weekend. After pondering the matter for awhile, I suggested to Laura and her single mom, Sharon, that Laura might enjoy a trip out west with me. For Laura, it would be a very unique vacation. For Sharon, it would be a welcome break to be free of her high-energy daughter. I stressed that the trip would be my treat ... my firm would pick up all of my expenses (such as my flight, taxis, and the cost of the hotel room and meals), and anything extra I would cover (such as bringing Laura out on my frequent flyer points). Sharon was at first reluctant to have me use my money and points for Laura, but relaxed after I assured her that I didn't mind the relatively small additional expense, and that I had so many frequent flyer points from business traveling that I didn't know what to do with them. She acknowledged that the trip would be a wonderful opportunity for Laura to see part of the Midwest, and gave her blessing (actually, Sharon wouldn't have stood a chance against Laura's bubbling excitement at the prospect of going on a trip - so it was a good thing that she agreed that it would be a good trip for Laura). Thus, for two weeks Sharon happily exchanged a high-energy semi-rebellious young lady for a lap loving, but forever hungry (or so he would have you believe), Boots the cat. So within a few days of having my professional services requested again by my client, Laura and I were boarding a plane and crossing the countryside at 30,000 feet. I gave Laura the window seat, and she happily stared out at the colorful mosaic of cities, roads, forested hills, and huge expanses of square after square after square of farms on the prairies. The weather during our trip was beautiful, with clear blue skies, and the sun coming down from behind us as we traveled west. The only bad weather we had the during the entire trip was a patch of dark, ominous-looking storm clouds just south Lake Erie - but this was localized and well below us.

When we arrived at our destination (*Authors note: just like before, I'm not going to say in which city, since I don't want to risk giving away anything that might be used to identity either myself or either of the girls - as unlikely as this may be**), we followed the crowd of other passengers as we wandered through the corridors and holding areas of the huge terminal in search of our luggage. I've been in so many airports that I can't recall the specifics of this airports layout - suffice it to say that it was large, airy, and full of all of the self-promoting art, displays, and posters that all airports have to impress tourists and travelers ... that much I remember. Eventually all of we passenger-sheep were herded into the area where our luggage would be delivered.

After we had collected our luggage from the carousel belt, Laura and I headed off to the main concourse.

"Do you see her? Do you see her?" Laura asked me excitedly.

That's correct, dear readers, Laura's excitement with the trip was NOT based solely on the unique opportunity to be jetting across the country and exploring new cities, as incredible as this was for her just by itself. Rather, her excitement was equally due to the opportunity to meet Miranda - for by this time I had already told Laura all about Miranda, and Laura was bursting with eagerness to meet my new 'friend' from the Midwest.

And I was able to answer "Yes, over there" to Laura's question, because that was when we first saw Miranda, waving madly at us from the far side of the security barrier, practically bouncing up and down with her own excitement as she pushed her way to the front of the throngs of people.

Miranda and I had been exchanging a flurry of emails over the last couple of days. Just as I had promised during my prior trip earlier that year, I had let Miranda know that I was returning ... and that I was bringing Laura with me this time. She had been ecstatic at hearing about my imminently pending arrival, and was eager to meet Laura (albeit with a bit of anxiety that showed through in her emails). She had insisted that she would meet us at the airport, and now here she was, large as life.

As soon as Laura and I were past the security guards, Miranda and I were giving each other a warm, affectionate hug. It felt good to hold Miranda again. I extracted myself from her arms, and turned sideways so I could say, "Miranda, I'd like you to meet Laura." They held out their hands to each other, and shook politely as they said "Hi, there." and "Pleased to meet you." Miranda was clearly a tad nervous, but I think Laura's warm smile and friendly personality began to put her at ease. Then Laura's excitement got the better of her, and she dropped her bag to the ground and gave a very surprised Miranda a big hug. I'm not sure if this helped the process of putting Miranda at ease, but it sure did put a blushing smile on her face.

Miranda sweetly had a rose for each of us. It was a very nice touch.

After a few more hugs, bubbly welcomes to yyyy, lots of excited questions and answers about our trip out, we made our way out of the terminal and I hailed a taxi. Miranda had apparently taken the city bus to the airport, so she was able to join us in the taxi for the ride to the hotel. The happy mood also came along with us.

Chapter 2 - Pleasant time as tourists
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Laura and I had purposefully come out early - both in terms of date and time of day. I needed to be in my client's office first thing Monday morning - but we had decided to take an early flight on the prior Saturday morning, to give us lots of time to explore and enjoy our 'vacation'. So after checking into our hotel, we still had most of the afternoon and all of the Saturday evening to go exploring with Miranda. She had apparently told her parents that a friend she used to know at school, but who had moved away last year, was visiting with her 'aunt'. Her parents couldn't recall ever hearing of a 'Laura' from school, but Miranda had lots of friends and their names often slipped from her parent's minds, and so they fortunately had accepted that she did in fact have such a friend and essentially gave her free reign while her friend was visiting.

We spent the afternoon wandering around the downtown core, thoroughly enjoying being with Miranda as she acted as our tour guide. I have a tourist's city map, and it has a mass of circles on it marking all of the places we went to during our visit. We had a leisurely dinner at a small restaurant, before continuing our walking tour of the downtown as dusk settled over the city. Most of the attractions were shut down by this time, but we could still walk around the downtown, admiring the multi-color lights on a large fountain in one square, several floodlit marble churches that apparently had been around "forever and ever", and the tall office towers reaching up into the dark heavens above us.

Shortly before 8:30, Miranda bid her farewells for the night, and hopped on a bus for home. By now the night had also brought a cool breeze with it, which was a welcome respite from the hot weather we had had all day; it certainly made the walk back to the hotel even more enjoyable - although Laura and I were in such a good mood by then that it really wouldn't have mattered if it had remained hot.

* * * *

The next morning was a Sunday morning, and Miranda wouldn't be able to join us until later in the afternoon, after church. So after leisurely sleeping in (really, what else did you expect from me on a weekend?), Laura and I went exploring near the hotel by ourselves. There wasn't much open (I get the impression that yyyy is in a relatively religious region, at least compared to my home city), but we did manage to find one 'tourist-trap' area that had a few adjoining shops open. I treated Laura to a pair of elevated wedge- heel shoes, which she proudly showed off to Miranda later that afternoon. They made Laura almost as tall as Miranda, but not quite.

Shortly after lunch that day Miranda joined us, and we continued our tour of the city. As with the day before, good company and interesting exploring made for a wonderful time.

This time I asked Miranda to please show us around some of the art galleries, which she was happy to do (although she had to ask for directions to other galleries after taking us to the one gallery that she did know about). I know from experience that Laura doesn't mind, even enjoys, art galleries - but in moderation. But I guess I did drag her and Miranda into too many that afternoon - and after the fourth gallery she let me know this by making light-hearted sarcastic comments along the vein of "Oh, joy, yet another gallery. I am soooo happy." I took the hint.

I had to be at work the next day, so the girls were going to be on their own for the day. As we were wandering around, they decided that the next day would be a great day to check out some music stores in the morning while it was still relatively cool, and then to hang around the hotel pool for the afternoon. Given the weather forecast for the next day, the pool in the afternoon did sound like a good idea.

I decided to spoil the girls a bit (I told them it was in return for 'tolerating a crazy art lover'), and offered to buy them both new bathing suits for the next day. They took me up on my offer, and when we finally found a store selling bathing suits they both chose the same type, which, young girls being young girls, were bikinis. Laura selected a fiery red bikini, while Miranda took a bikini that was sea-blue with pleasantly contrasting orange pinstripes. The cut and fit of Miranda's bikini was conservative to the extent that bikinis can be conservative; Laura's was not (I had fun later that evening, having Laura model her skimpy bikini for me, and then lustfully undoing the flimsy string bow at her hips and stripping first the bottom and then the top off of her body).

I'd like to say we didn't buy anything else that afternoon - but that would be lying, because many interesting and irresistible stores opened up as the church crowd shed its 'Sunday-best' suits and finished visiting the in-laws.

Before heading off for dinner, the three of us went up to the hotel room to drop off our multitude of purchases, and too freshen up. In the room were two queen beds, which I had purposefully requested for appearance's sake. But as Laura noted to Miranda when Miranda delicately asked us about our sleeping arrangements, Laura and I share one bed - however, we were being careful to mess up the other one so that the cleaning staff wouldn't get suspicious.

Chapter 3 - Monday at the office for me, at the pool for Laura and Miranda, and then beauty in the evening
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Laura and Miranda hung out together all of the next day while I was at my client's office. And their time together did include hours and hours at the pool (apparently there were several other girls and boys their age staying at the hotel as well), which left the girls so sun- drenched and exhausted that they both needed a short nap before we headed off for dinner. It was cute watching Laura sprawled out on the bed and Miranda curled up on one of the couches. Laura was snoring gently, sweetly (**I'm the one telling this story, young lady, so YES you were ... and not for the first time either!**).

From what they told me over dinner, it was apparent that Laura and Miranda had hit it off pretty well right from the start, and that that day had strengthened their liking of each other. They were already feeling like good friends, with many shared interests (beyond their interest in me). I don't think they were fully comfortable with each other by that point - and by comfortable I mean as in beyond friends, as in having intimate feelings. But certainly the 'friend' part was there. At no time during our visit did I push them. In fact, I had adopted the attitude that if they didn't want to be friends (much less intimate), that I could live with that (although I knew that I would be disappointed in at least the friend aspect). So I was very happy to see that the friendship at least was happening so easily.

The night before, shortly before I had stripped off Laura's new bikini, we had had a long talk about Miranda. Specifically, we talked about how Miranda might be wanting and hoping to spend some intimate time with me, how she might be craving another opportunity to 'kiss and touch another girl'. This is a topic that Laura and I had talked about before, in the few days immediately leading up to our trip here. And now we talked about it some more. Laura understood how Miranda might be feeling, and she was willing and even keen to allow me to "make it beautiful for Miranda" again. We agreed that at some opportune time in the next day or two, I would tenderly enquire if Miranda was, in fact interested in making love with me again, and if she was then Laura would go catch a movie at the theater to give me and Miranda some privacy.

It turned out that the 'opportune' time to see if Miranda was interested in making love was that evening, the Monday. The three of us had had a wonderful time together at dinner. And now we were back in the hotel room, chatting animatedly, laughing, and having an even more wonderful time. At some point, Miranda and I ended up sitting close to each other on one of the couches. In the normal course of events, my arm ended up around Miranda shoulders. I thought nothing of this at the time, and it was only after I noticed her slide closer into my arm that I thought that maybe she was trying to give me a sign of openness, of interest, of something that went beyond just mere friendly affection. I managed to break through Laura's current giggling fit over a joke that had just been told, and asked her if she would mind getting us some ice from down the hall, to give Miranda and I a chance to talk privately for a minute. Laura understood immediately what I was asking, and grabbed the ice bucket as she headed out the door.

Turning my head towards Miranda, who was still in my outstretched arm, I broached the topic of making love. I did it with carefully chosen words, and as delicately as I could just in case she was averse rather than interested in making love. She sat quietly as I talked, listening intently to what I said. I told her how very much I liked her as a person. I let her know that I had enjoyed making love to her when I was there earlier that spring. And I gently told her that if she wanted to make love with me again I was very willing and interested. Miranda didn't immediately say that she did want to make love; rather, she said "What about Laura? Won't she mind?" I explained to Miranda how Laura and I had talked at great length about this, and that Laura was OK with her and me making love. I even told her about Laura's eloquent "make it beautiful" words.

"Well," Miranda finally said, "I would like it if you were to hold me and touch me again."

This time I didn't hesitate; I leant forward and kissed her fully on the mouth, and kept my lips there.

That's how Laura found us when she returned with the ice - kissing. Miranda pulled back, embarrassed at being caught kissing, even though she was now fully aware that Laura was willing to accept this.

I asked Laura cryptically "Are you still interested in that movie playing at the theater down the street?" Laura smiled ... a smile that was both knowing and happy. Then less cryptically I added, "It would be nice if Miranda and I could spend some time together."

"Sure. Let me get changed into my sweats, and I'll be out of your hair."

Moments later Laura gave me a quick kiss on my cheek. "Have fun, Tam." She turned to Miranda as she gathered her purse, and warmly said, "Hope you have a beautiful evening, Miranda." I was intrigued how Laura used the word 'beautiful', and I suspect that it probably struck a cord with Miranda.

Miranda had been looking sheepish ever since Laura had returned with the ice, not knowing how to act in front of the girl that was willing to share her lover. But Laura's warm words pulled her out of her sheepishness a bit. "Thanks, Laura. Thank you so much," she managed to get out through her blushes.

"My pleasure," Laura said as she headed out the door. We could hear her whistling happily to herself as she went down the hall, until the spring loaded hotel room door firmly shut itself behind her, leaving Miranda and me in silence.

I turned back towards Miranda. She was so incredibly beautiful, and I said as much. I stroked the side of that sweet face, feeling the warmth of her skin and of the still fading blushes. Then I leaned forward and kissed her soft lips.

The next hour and a half was a pleasant mix of cuddling, kissing, passion, more kissing, more passion, more cuddling. We had a wonderfully sensuous and affectionate time together as we made love. Eventually we did end up in bed, nude, but we took our time getting there. I held her tightly in my arms as she slipped into a blissful afterglow snooze. When she awoke she urgently wanted to get dressed again - even though we weren't expecting Laura back for another hour or so, Miranda was uncomfortable with the thought of being found in the nude. I respected her sensitivities, and we both got dressed, but continued our cuddling on the couch as we chatted.

Chapter 4 - A week of work rewarded by an exquisite Friday evening out
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The rest of the week was very hectic, at least for me. My client had some complex and pivotal problems that needed to be dealt with prior to their financial year-end, which was coming up very quickly. This is not the first time that I've been in high-pressure situations like this, and I can handle them, but that doesn't mean they're easy. So every morning I was gone at first light, and didn't return to the hotel until suppertime.

Fortunately for Laura, Miranda was able to spend most days with her, and the two of them had the completely opposite week that I had - leisure and fun the whole time. Certainly they did a lot of things together (like explore the large zoo in town, and go to the state fair ... which they told me was a lot of fun, with the exception of the smell of cow dung in the animal area); but it was all at 'holiday' pace.

During the evenings we tended to just relax, taking in the night lights (especially those on the old churches and on the fountains), and once also going to the fairgrounds to watch the fireworks. Most evenings, but not all, Miranda was able to spend time with Laura and me. On one of those nights, the Wednesday, Miranda and I made tender love again, with Laura kindly going for a stroll to the nearby mall. But usually, the three of us just stayed together, platonically enjoying the friendly and enjoyable company.

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Friday night was to be our big night out. We had planned this from almost the very moment that Laura and I had arrived. There was a beautiful, luxurious restaurant on the bank of the river, and we made reservations for three for Friday evening (I actually had tried for Saturday, but it was such a 'hot' place that even with the concierge's help we hadn't been able to attain a sitting at such a relatively 'late' date)

Miranda showed up already looking very pretty. She was wearing a long dark dress that came up over only one shoulder, elegantly wrapped all the way around her neck like a snug necklace, and then went down her back across the same shoulder, leaving her other beautiful shoulder bare.

In addition to her intrinsic beauty and the elegant dress, I had booked Miranda into the hotel's beauty saloon, as well as Laura and myself. The saloon gave all three of us a unique hair styling and make over that complimented our respective natural features.

Laura and I knew from chatting with Miranda earlier that she was hoping the stylist could give her an elegant braid, and in anticipation that this would be possible we had purchased a beautiful black fabric rose for pinning into her braid. We presented this to her when the stylist said that he could put her hair into a braid as part of the styling, and he incorporated the rose to incredible effect. He braided her hair so that it came off of the right side (rather than the back, which is how Miranda normally braided her hair), pulling some hair from the front, and elegantly sweeping all the way around the back of her neck to pleasantly drape around the front of her opposite shoulder, leaving her strapless shoulder bare. He pinned the black rose immediately in front of where the braid began. He also left several strands of hair sweetly framing her stunning elfin-like face. It was a beautiful arrangement. (The next day, when we tried to recreate this effect ourselves, it took us a full hour)

Laura's dark brown hair was styled into a bob, with her shortish hair draping forward from the side and down across the front to fully frame her round face with light airy wisps, especially across her forehead and curled around her sweet chin. Equally beautiful, Miranda and I agreed.

My final style was a bit more conservative than the young ladies, but still very intriguing; the stylist gave me an interesting cross between businesswoman decorum and folk singer. Much of my dark hair was swept to the rear over my back, loosely but straight back with no braids or clips. But on either side of my head, draped immediately in front of my exposed ears, he strung thin braids with tight tiny knots down their 10-inch lengths, and on the ends he weaved in small dark-red beads that well matched my black hair. And across my forehead he draped light airy wisps of my dark hair, much like he had with Laura. The intriguing braids and the wisps of hair across my front greatly diminished the severity of the otherwise elegant sweeping of my hair to the back.

The make up on the girl's lips, eyelids, and faces was well applied, and not overdone - the cosmetician knew what she was doing, and did a very professional job. Her endeavors made Laura and Miranda look even prettier than normal, highly elegant and sophisticated, and purposefully also older than their young age. They both greatly liked the results, including the 'maturing'; they appreciated the opportunity to look 'more grown up'. The cosmetician did a spectacular job on me, too.

After finishing in the beauty saloon, we returned to the hotel room so that Laura and I could get changed into our own evening clothes. Laura wore her equivalent of a 'little black dress', which while short was still elegant on her petite body. I wore one of my longer dresses, a midnight-blue that was almost dark enough to be black, with a thin band of fabric reaching from where the front of my dress stopped at my neckline, circling around the nape of my neck from the front, and the back open and pleasingly showing most of the arch of my back. This dress is very well designed and tailored, so my front was given a modicum of support even though I wasn't wearing what would have otherwise been an 'unsightly' bra. Over my shoulders I wrapped a diaphanous shawl. I wore a slender silver necklace against the front of my dress, and matching earrings. Miranda and Laura both borrowed some of my earrings, too.

On the way out, we had the hotel concierge take several pictures of us in all our magnificent beauty and elegance, smiling radiantly.

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The restaurant was as exquisite as I had hoped it would be. The building itself was made from stone, and was of a design that clearly reflected its grandiose antiquity. It was located in an almost park- like setting, on a large lot next to the river, surrounded by large equally ancient trees and a garden that even in the dark you could tell was beautiful. The inside was very elegant, with conservative yet beautiful art judiciously placed throughout; small spotlights were used to highlight these paintings, which would otherwise not have been adequately illuminated since most of the restaurant was lit only by discreetly placed soft lights. The tables were spaciously laid out, each table given a sense of privacy while at the same time still maintaining a view of the river. The river could be seen flowing slowly past the window as light from lampposts along the pathway on the far side reflected in soft sparkles off of its dark surface. As we walked to our table, we could hear a classical quartet playing from the far corner - they played throughout dinner, greatly adding to the ambiance. Our table was covered by embroidered linen (which I love!), and decorated by several candles sitting in ornate candleholders, each strategically placed so as to not blind your table companions. A waiter came to assist the Maitre d' in pulling out our chairs for us as we sat down.

Laura and Miranda were agog at the "fancy-smancy" of the restaurant. I've been in many fancy restaurants over the years (mainly with clients or partners from my firm), but I have to admit that this was a particularly elegant establishment, and one of the nicer ones I've been in. During my trip to yyyy back in the spring, one of the senior managers from our client had taken me here for lunch (**cynical anecdote: I think he was trying to impress me, to see if I might be seducible**); I had been impressed by the restaurant (**but not the manager**) even during daylight hours, and had thought that it would look even more impressive during the evening, and I could now see that it certainly was.

We began with a variety of delectable appetizers. The girls both wrinkled their noses at the escargot in garlic butter - which I made exaggerated motions of eating to their great disgust - not very appropriate behavior for such an elegant restaurant, perhaps, but I couldn't resist. The seafood and vegetable appetizers did, however, appeal to both of them, and the warm, crispy, freshly baked buns were also a hit.

Since we would be taking a taxi back to the hotel (and thus I didn't have to drive), I ordered a bottle of white wine as we enjoyed our appetizers. The wine was mainly for me, although I did sneak a little bit to my two underage (no pun intended) friends - but for the most part the girls had 'virgin-daiquiris' (again, no pun intended, honestly).

Dinner (fresh trout for me, a beef dish for Laura, and a seafood pasta for Miranda) was pleasantly slow in preparation, and leisurely savored in consumption. Dessert (decadent, with far too many calories - but that night such considerations couldn't have been further from relevance) was the same. I could understand why reservations had been so in demand and hard to get - there was no rushing the guests at this wonderful establishment.

After dinner we went for a short stroll along the riverbank, dressed in all of our finery and high heels, enjoying the refreshing summer- nights breeze that gently wafted through the trees and caressed our faces. A cab was awaiting us, as prearranged, when we returned to the restaurant, and we had the driver take the scenic route back to the hotel. Oh, what an enjoyable evening out it had been.

Chapter 5 - An exquisite evening becomes even more beautiful
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I'm happy to report that our exquisite time together did not end after we returned to the hotel.

Miranda had arranged to be out late for our evening excursion, so she was able to spend some more time with us before heading home. Unfortunately, by the time we returned to the hotel, it was already getting late, so this additional time together wasn't going to be for very long. Not wanting to curtail our pleasant time together, I called the hotel's front desk, and as I expected they did have a small folding bed that they could roll in for "my niece's friend". So I suggested that Miranda call her parents to ask permission to stay the night. She explained to her parents that she wanted to "have a sleep over with my friend", and after she reassured them that this was OK with me they approved her request. For the next five minutes she excitedly and animatedly told her parents about her make over and our evening at the restaurant.

The girl's were excited about the 'sleep over', just like little kids. Interestingly, in a mind-set more like the young-adults they were becoming, the young ladies wanted to go somewhere that they could flaunt (**my word, not theirs**) their elegance and finery. Night clubs were out because of their age (which was still evident enough, despite how beautifully doled up they were), but we did have the option of the nearby open-air square with its flood-lit fountain - there were sure to be some tourists and romantic couples wandering the square even at this hour, as indeed there were. We spent the next hour or so wandering through the square, enjoying each other's company, and enjoying the admiring glances as they 'showed off' (**again, my words**). Laura and Miranda looked incredibly beautiful as they sat next to the fountain.

Eventually we made it back to the hotel room, in a very cheerful mood. We tuned the small clock radio into a station that was playing pleasing pop songs, and danced gently as twos and threes to the music, our dancing interspersed with enjoyable chat and laughter.

As we danced, our mood smoothly slipped into that of sensuousness. I guess that this was inevitable. I first consciously noticed this mood shift when Miranda and I were taking a turn dancing, and I gently took her into my outstretched arms; she happily held onto my arms as we swayed with the music. A short while later, during a dance with all three of us, I did the same, but this time kissed the side of her cheek as the song ended - she returned the kiss. And it wasn't just Miranda and me ... I noticed that as Miranda and Laura were dancing they were moving in a very friendly manner, including copying each other's sways and movements. This was not an 'engineered' sensuousness that had developed; it was completely natural, which made it even more beautiful. And by now this sensuousness had become deep and I would say even intense.

'Could my hopes be coming true?' I asked myself. 'Could the girls really be becoming that comfortable with each other?' While hopeful, I didn't want to push. So I let the sensuousness continue to develop by itself. Soon, however, even without any conscious pushing by me, we were all dancing together and holding each other closely. The mood of sensuousness was distinctly leading us towards intimacy - you could feel it encouraging us on. I let this heavenly mood slowly permeate throughout our minds and bodies.

While both Laura and Miranda were still reserved in how they were holding each other, they were holding each other as we once again slowly danced as a threesome, and both of their respective holds around me were very emotionally warm and loving. I kissed both of the on their cheeks.

The mood was deep, but I still wanted to make sure that both of the girls were comfortable with what I was hoping we were going to do next. With Laura and Miranda still in my arms but me now pulled back slightly, I softly said "Well, my two beauties, this is what I am hoping is going to be the big 'make-or-break' moment. I'm dieing here. I love you both so incredibly much. And I'm hoping like mad that you're both willing to be undressed, and for us all to be lovers." I let this sink in for a short moment, then quickly added "But, and this is the big but, only if you BOTH really, really want this. Please, if either of you is uncomfortable, say so. It's fine if you are. I love you both, and I don't want to push either of you. We'll stop right here if you want. It's been an absolutely wonderful evening as is, and we can all be happy with the incredible time we've already had." Our dancing had stopped as I talked, and they stood there, silently, listening to me. I continued ... "Yes, I desperately want to see both of your beautiful bodies nude at the same time, and for us all to enjoy each other intimately. But again, only if that's what you both want. It's up to you." Finally, I shut up.

My sweet Laura responded almost right away. "I'd like to," she said to me. Then she turned to Miranda, smiled warmly, and said. "Really, I would ... I really like you."

Miranda looked relieved at Laura's reassuring words and tone. She was clearly gathering her thoughts, and after a short hesitation she said, "When I came this evening, I hoped and figured that we ..." she briefly turned her face towards me, "... would make love this evening. And ever since I heard that you were coming here, Laura ..." she turned back to address Laura, "... I've hoped that you would at least like me. Then this evening ... no, not just this evening, yesterday too, but especially this evening ... I started to really, really hope that maybe you'd like me enough to be interested in, um, making it with me. But I never, ever, imagined being able to make it with both of you at the same time." Miranda was now alternating her attention between Laura and me.

After a moment's pause, Miranda went on, "I don't know what to say." This statement made me a bit nervous about the pending outcome of our conversation. But then she smiled brightly, and added, "Wow! This is, like, so cool! Yes, I'd love to have us all be nude at the same time and have sex (**Author's note: I prefer the words 'make love', but this is the word that Miranda used**) together!"

I couldn't resist ... I momentarily released Laura and gave Miranda a loving embrace, and then reached out with my arm to again pull a willing Laura tightly into our loving embrace. We stayed in each other's arms like that for several minutes, swaying to the pleasant music that was still playing softly in the background.

When it was evident that it was time, I asked Miranda if she wanted to help me undress Laura. She nervously, wordlessly, breathlessly nodded her head. I started the fun of undressing Laura, but actually then let Miranda do the majority of the undressing. For example, I undid the discreet zipper down the back of Laura's 'little back dress', but had Miranda pull it off over Laura's head. Similarly, I undid and removed the slender cotton drawstring that held together the front of Laura's elegant brassiere (a special present that I had given Laura in private the prior Christmas; it is something like a fancy Victorian-era short, short-sleeved shirt that only comes down to her navel, and provides support to her small breasts and very nicely compliments her shape, with intricate lace inlays), but let Miranda pull it away from Laura's small breasts and off of first one arm and then the other. Miranda loved the brassiere, and said as much to Laura. (**Author's note: the brassiere had NOT been easy to find in Laura's size, especially without making the sales-staff suspicious - in the end I did have to order it in, explaining to the saleslady that it was for a 'niece' (handy excuse, isn't it?) who had seen mine and wanted her own. To further cover my tracks, I humorously added that my sister had been a pest when we were growing up, so this was my way of getting back at her - actually, it's tempting, so very tempting, to do this to my sis :-).**)

This left Laura in just her dark blue panties (none of us were wearing stockings - yyyy in the summer time was too warm for that, even during the evenings). I turned to Miranda, and said, "Would you like to do the honors?" She smiled, and reached over to pull them down over the soft curves of Laura's hips and past her round knees and small feet. Laura was now standing in front of us, totally nude. She put her hands behind her bum, and took on a demure stance.

"Beautiful, isn't she?" I asked Miranda. Miranda ecstatically bubbled, "Yes!" Laura smiled at the compliments.

After Miranda and I had admired Laura's beautiful Venus body, I suggested to both of them "Why don't you remove my clothing, now?" They happily took on the sensuous task.

My dress was removed by lowering it to the ground, although it had to first be lifted slightly to allow the neck strap to come up over my head. Laura did the lifting from the front as Miranda eased my long hair through the strap and then pulled the strap over my head. I was, of course, not wearing a bra, so when the strap came off and Laura lowered the front of my dress my breasts were immediately exposed. Miranda had by now moved around to my front again, and admired my breasts as Laura continued to lower my dress to the floor, which I stepped out of as it gathered around my ankles. Laura stood up, and gave me a quick little fondle before heading to the closet to hang my dress and her own.

Finally, Laura and I stood in front of the still dressed Miranda. She was smiling like a Cheshire cat in anticipation of what was about to happen. "Laura," I said naughtily, "why don't you reach up and pull of Miranda's panties while I undo her strap." With a smile, Laura bent down to lift up Miranda's long dress, to Miranda's intrigue.

I quickly realized that Miranda's dress, just like my own, had to be lifted enough for the strap to come off overhead before it could be lowered. So I waited until Laura was finished with her silly twirls of Miranda pretty panties around the finger, and then had her help me by lifting Miranda's dress as I loosened the strap around Miranda's sweeping neck, and eased it past her beautiful braid (leaving the black rose in place) and then off over her head. Both Laura and I eased Miranda's dress down her willowy body, past her pert breasts, past the gentle curve of her hips, and then down her long, slender legs to her ankles. Laura took the dress, and conscientiously hung it up beside our own dresses.

This left Miranda wearing just her bra, which was a halter-top style black bra (presumably bought specifically for wearing with her beautiful dress). I took it upon myself to remove it.

Now it was Laura's and my turn to admire Miranda's lithe body as she stood nude in front of us. Beautiful ... what more do I need to say? Even through her well-applied makeup, I could tell that she was blushing slightly as we silently took in the extraordinary sight in front of us. Then I moved in close, and the physical intimacy began.

While Miranda, Laura, and I made love that evening as a threesome, it wasn't like we were a writhing, squirming mass of hormone-driven bodies frantically going back and forth, back and forth. Certainly there were times when all three of us were fondling and kissing each other all at the same time. Most of our love making, however, consisted of two of us concentrating our attentions on the third, who mainly just returned the kisses and accepted the affectionate fondles, caresses, and fingering. Then we would trade off, and focus on the next person. And then the next. This was a fun and emotionally satisfying way for us to make love, and allowed us to remain slow-paced and sensual throughout our night of lovemaking. We started with Miranda, of course, whom both Laura and I desperately wanted to touch (and, I admit, whom I wanted to have the pleasure of witnessing being touched by Laura). After Miranda, we shifted our attention to my sweetheart Laura, for similar reasons, and then finally to me (I was in no hurry to be touched, because I was more interested in giving my two girlfriends an enjoyable and pleasurable time - but certainly I did enjoy their attentions, including the memorable sensations of Laura and Miranda's warm lips simultaneously kissing and sucking on my nipples, and massaging my modest-sized breasts).

Interestingly, while Laura and I were making love to Miranda the first time, Laura, who is often less reserved than me, moved between Miranda's svelte legs, and began to perform cunnilingus, her little tongue darting around as her bright eyes looked over at me happily. I had not yet done cunnilingus to Miranda, still feeling that it was too 'familiar' for our still budding relationship. Later that evening, while chatting and enjoying the post-coital warmth, Miranda commented on how wonderful it had felt to have someone "kiss" between her legs, and that she had never experienced that. Laura, realizing that this was Miranda's first time to be have had oral sex, said in surprise "You mean Tam didn't do that to you before?" "Um, no, she didn't." I stepped in and quickly explained why. After I finished my explanation, Laura, who was still more interested in uniqueness than propriety, said to Miranda "Cool, I got to be the first to 'eat your pussy'." (**Author's note: I don't particularly like this term, as it seems a very crass description for a beautiful activity - but I have only myself to blame, because a couple of months earlier during a particularly heated love making session with Laura I had let slip (just once, mind you) this term (as I recall, in an outrageous sentence along the line of "Lie down you naked little vamp, I want to eat your delicious pussy) - and Laura now liked to use it ... but thankfully, only occasionally.**)

One exception to the two on one approach that we used was near the end, after Laura and Miranda had given me pleasure. The girls were side by side, as I alone touched them (although Laura twisted her body around and did initiate a kiss, which Miranda happily returned, their fingers wrapping together affectionately, as I continued to give them pleasure). It was an interesting contrast, looking at both of Miranda and Laura's special areas at the same time - Miranda with a light growth of pubic hair, Laura virtually bare; Miranda with thin, shallow elongated outer labia, Laura with notably puffy, rounded outer labia; Miranda's thin inner labia and narrow clitoral hood clearly visible with her legs only needing to be slightly spread, Laura's cleft snuggly closed except where her plump clitoral hood created a crease in her cleft and allowed a tiny bit of her hood's tip to peek out. I slowly, slowly brought them to their second wave of ecstasy of the evening, Laura reaching it first, with the sounds of Laura's pleasure apparently pushing Miranda over the edge soon after. I tenderly caressed the soft skin on their bellies as their breathing subsided, then moved up beside them on the outside to pull them together into my arms as I hugged them lovingly.

When we finally did drift off to sleep, it was in exhaustion after a long day, and with total sensual as well as romantic contentment. And we were in each other's arms in the same bed, of course. Good thing it was a king-sized bed, because even this was crowded (albeit in the most wonderful of ways).

Chapter 6 - 'Comfortable' friends
-------------------------------------- The weekend and the following workweek were full of activities, and great companionship. I could easily write pages and pages of details about all of the fun things we did and interesting sights we saw as we went exploring ... but I shall refrain, for the sake of brevity. Suffice it to say that we had a wonderful holiday getting to know Miranda's city. We couldn't have asked for a better guide, host, and friend than Miranda; she was great. I never did meet her parents, and, to be honest, I didn't want to. But Miranda and Laura did spend a whole afternoon and dinner at her house once during the workweek.

Yes, we did make love all together again - but this enjoyable activity was only occasionally, and was (in my mind) secondary to the fun that we had together as friends ... so I won't go into much detail about them either (**with the single exception of a notably unique situation that I will tell you about in 'Part 7' below**).

What I will go into great detail about, however, is Laura and Miranda becoming 'comfortable', as in intimate, on their own, just the two of them.

I discovered this when I returned from work one day. At the door of the hotel room I became curious as to why the 'Do not disturb sign' was on the door. And moments later I discovered that the safety chain was on the door from the inside. I knocked softly, eventually saw the peephole darken as someone looked out, and then heard the chain come off.

"Hi, Tam." said Laura, her sleepy face peeking around the door as it was held open just enough for me to come in. Then she disappeared, and as I came into the entrance corridor I caught a glance of her nude bum disappearing into the main part of the hotel room. I enjoyed the pretty sight, but didn't think much of it ... until after I had kicked off my pumps, and walked around the corner to discover two faces peeking out at me from under the sheets. One, Laura's, was smiling cutely and happily at me, the sleepiness already disappearing. The other, Miranda's, had clearly only just woken up when Laura had hopped back into the bed, but was already blushing, albeit with a small smile. I could make out that Laura had wrapped her arm around Miranda under the sheets, spoon fashion from behind.

I won't say I was surprised, because I wasn't. We had all become very good friends, and that includes Laura and Miranda directly. They had been having a lovely time together, and they greatly enjoyed each other's company. So I guess that it was inevitable that they became lovers themselves. Our having made love together as a threesome merely eased the physical intimacy aspect for these two wonderful young ladies.

"Well, my fine beauties, I take it that you've had a fun day," I said with a big smile, which Laura matched and beat. Miranda blushed even more.

Putting my purse down on the bedside table, I sat down on the edge of the bed, nearest to Miranda. "Hi, sweetie," I said tenderly to Miranda. "Hi, Tammy," she replied with a tinge of sheepishness that cutely altered her normally confident rich voice. I leaned forward and kissed her gently on the lips. Then I leaned over her and gave Laura a kiss, too.

I got up and began to change out of my business dress. "So beyond the obvious, what did you guys get up to today?" I curiously asked.

Almost instantly Laura was gleefully bubbling "We saw Brad Pitt today!!! Well ... we think it was him. He was coming out of a building with a bunch of people crowded around him, and he got into a big limo! He even waved at people ... and I think he smiled at us!! He is soooo cute!!"

"Tell me more," I asked with a humored smile, and Laura was joined by a now awake and less embarrassed Miranda in excitedly telling me more details than I could possibly remember, and at a pace that I had trouble keeping up with.

When Laura and Miranda were finally able to get off of the topic of Brad Pitt, I learned that they had also spent the morning hanging around the local square watching a street-performer competition sponsored by the city, and then had spent over an hour in an arcade inserting quarter after quarter after quarter into the machines (I had given Laura a travel allowance for our vacation, and she spent a notable portion of it in the arcade that afternoon - but that was her choice, and I'm fine with that, especially since they had so much fun). After they had had their fill of video games, they had returned to the hotel, donned their bikinis, and had lounged around and played at the pool. Apparently there were again several other teens there, and the girl's had enjoyed hanging around (and 'goofing' around) with them. Miranda chirped up "You wouldn't believe what Laura did to me! She yanked on the back of my bikini bottom, and turned it into a thong in front of the boys!" Laura shot her a dirty look of mock outrage at being reported to the authorities, and retorted "NO I DIDN'T", followed by "Yes, you did.", "Well, it was your own fault ... you fibbed to that boy that I thought he was cute", "I didn't fib", and for the next minute or two they shot back light-hearted accusations of escalating bad behavior. In the end I concluded that there were no 'innocents' here - they both had done a good job at outrageously trying to embarrass the other.

I didn't pry into the intimate time that Laura and Miranda had had that afternoon. Miranda had clearly been embarrassed enough when I had come across them in the nude together, and I didn't want to do anything that would draw attention to this. Even though we were already all lovers, I knew that her reserved nature would be further embarrassed if my curiosity about her and Laura got the better of me, and so I controlled the questions that were at the tip of my tongue.

Throughout most of our chat about their day, I had been sitting on the edge of the bed in my slip and bra. Now I mentioned that I was going to have a bath - and to draw away attention from the two young lovers and their intimacy without diminishing its beauty, I lightly asked, "You two care to join me and scrub my back?" We did have a relaxing bath, all of us together, slipping against each other's soapy bodies, hands sensuously but not sexually washing each other. It was a sweet time together ... and so was our time out on the town that evening, catching a movie (scary - what is it with teens that they like scary movies??), having a late dinner in a small 'hole-in- the-wall-but-delicious-cuisine' Chinese restaurant, and walking the pathway along the river lit by ornate draping lampposts, before finally seeing Miranda off at the bus stop. Yes, a wonderful day.

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Later that evening, after Laura and I had returned to the hotel room and were settling down for the night, Laura volunteered details about the intimate part of their day.

The girls had apparently returned to the hotel room, and had changed out of their bikinis and into their street clothes. From the way Laura told it, it sounds like they had changed in front of each other - with virtually no bashfulness about being nude as they changed in front of their friend, but also no sexuality to it either. Miranda had apparently even briefly tried on Laura's skimpy bikini, but decided that she would never dare to wear such a thing, even taking into consideration the need for a larger suit because of her taller body frame.

They had flipped on MTV on the TV as they were changing, and now fully-clothed they had flopped down on the couch, cuddling up like real good friends. As Laura described this cozy cuddling, it made me reminisce about how Laura and I often cuddle while back home, and how this is how we had started enjoying each other's close presence ourselves. The friendly cuddles as they watched the music videos soon led of a small series of affectionate kisses (this, as well, reminded me of how my relationship with Laura had evolved). Eventually, they had stopped watching the TV between those friendly kisses, and spent more and more time looking into each other's eyes as they hugged. As you might expect, the kisses evolved from friendly to passionate. Laura couldn't remember who led this change, or if it was both of them spontaneously and simultaneously.

It was apparently Laura who led them to the bed. She had had her hand up Miranda's shirt for a long time, but apparently when she moved her hand down she had trouble getting it into Miranda's Capri pants, even with the button undone. So she had suggested that they climb into bed. Miranda had apparently agreed, "Blushing YET again ... but man did she ever have a big smile." They had undressed themselves, and were soon continuing the affectionate cuddling and kissing under the sheets, but now with roving hands that were being very sexual in their fondles and fingering of each other's nude body. When they were done, the tender ambiance, physical relaxation after release, and exhaustion from the sun and water drenching earlier in the afternoon lulled them into sleep, which is how I found them. By the end of her account, it was late and Laura was beginning to drift off to sleep, and I hugged her lovingly as she faded, happy that she and Miranda had had such a special time together that day.

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One small emotional anecdote:

After our bath that evening, Miranda and I ended up having a sad little chat. Laura had already left the bathroom to get dressed, and I was still toweling myself off. I noticed that Miranda was sitting on edge of tub as it gurgled empty behind her, only half-heartedly drying herself. She looked sad, very sad.

I sat down beside her on the edge of the tub, put my hand on her knee, leaned forward and looked up into her downcast face. "What's the matter, honey?" I asked. She was lamenting that we would be leaving again in a few days, and she was already missing us. I felt for her, because I felt the same way. I had missed her after leaving yyyy earlier that spring, and I knew I would miss her again after this visit. "It makes me sad, too sweetie. But you know that we'll always be there for you. Maybe we won't be here ... but our hearts will. And we'll see each other again someday." It was small consolation, and I knew it, but I had to say something. I gave her a small loving kiss, and took her into my arms.

Chapter 7 - An interlude of naughty high jinks
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Our final Saturday in yyyy was spent lazily hanging around the hotel - we all wanted a relaxing day together, and so we purposefully didn't plan any outings. The closest we came to going 'out' was the two hours that we spent poolside, taking advantage of the summer sun next to the outdoor pool. Miranda and Laura easily slipped into friendship with several of the older kids at the pool, some of whom they knew already from earlier in the week. I occasionally joined them in the pool, but mainly for laps back and forth down the length - I tried to stay out of the splashing and dunking antics that they and the other teens were boisterously doing.

Back in the hotel room we lounged, watched TV (mainly the girls with MTV), listened to music, chatted, read ... you know, all the sort of leisurely activities that make a lazy Saturday afternoon so relaxing and fun. About midway through the afternoon, Miranda and Laura decided to paint each other's toenails ... and ended up looking like rainbows. They wanted to do me as a rainbow, too, but I insisted that all my toes had to be the same color. Unfortunately, they then insisted that they got to choose which color, and so the two of them applied a brilliant-purple with sparkles nail polish to my toes - it's not a color that I would have chosen, that's for sure.

It was shortly after they had done my toe nails that they became rascals, with Laura once again being the instigator. I had been reading my novel (of which I had read very little, because of the plethora of activities we had gotten up to during our 'vacation'). I vaguely remember Laura saying something along the line of "Remember what I was telling you abo..." but her voice disappeared as she moved her head close to Miranda's ear. They began to whisper together conspiratorially. I couldn't hear what they were saying, but I glanced up from my book and judging by their mischievous smiles I could tell that it was about something that I suspected justified my having light-hearted alarm bells going off in my head. And I was right.

Moments later they turned to me, and firmly stated, "We've decided that you should shave off your pubes." It wasn't a request; it was clearly an order.

"No way!" I responded immediately.

"Yes way!" said Laura, to which Miranda supported with a lively "Ya!" Laura further added, "Two against one."

We lightly bickered back and forth for several minutes, my novel now completely forgotten on the table beside the couch. Slowly I began to give in; it was an intriguing if not semi-scandalous order. "Well, OK ... but with one codicil ... you both have to shave off your pubic hair too!" This was, of course, met by refusals and several minutes more of friendly bickering. Both claimed that they hardly had any pubic hair to begin with - which was partially true, especially for Laura who's light down was only just recently turning into true pubic hair. But I stuck to my guns - "If I have to shave off my 'pubes', so do you."

Eventually we all gave in, and agreed that we would all shave our pudendums. They insisted that I go first, which made me slightly nervous with suspicion, but they insisted that they would follow. And in the end they did.

We had a great deal of fun shaving each other. There were lots of laughs and giggling, and the warm sense of spending a very special time together.

The two girls did have the psychological benefit of already being visible through their pubic hair, and recently being totally bare as they passed through pubescence. I, on the other hand, had only the prior fall's brief interlude into bareness as my most recent experience with being hairless. And on me, the adult, it definitely looked slightly out of place, albeit in a very sensuous way.

I won't go into a great deal of detail about that afternoon's sexual activity. Suffice it to say that Laura and I had already experienced the incredibly wonderful sensation of bare cunny rubbing on bare cunny the prior fall, and that afternoon the three of us had great fun doing this with several combinations of lovers (although we most distinctly focused on 'Miranda with me' and 'Miranda with Laura' - I'm sure that Miranda was very tender the next day from the extensive genital contact and the several orgasms she experienced), with the spare person either just watching or occasionally kissing lips and nipples (Laura also once used Miranda's own braided hair to caress her puffy nipples, and then to tickle her nose - it was a cute sight).

Chapter 8 - Epilogue
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Miranda saw us off at the airport the next morning. Our time of farewell was filled with much laughter, interspersed with short bouts of tears. Miranda gave Laura and me leather-and-bead friendship bracelets, and put a matching bracelet onto her own slender wrists. Wonderful friends, forever.

The End.

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