In the Warm and Cozy Pt. 01

"Yeah," Janie says, "that is hot, maybe you should write about it--make a romantic story, a Harlequin for girls who want girls." Janie squeezes her legs together when she says this, because when she says sexy, she means sexy--its wet there where she has had so little attention of late.

"I know" Nellie says, her left hand reaching across the top of the couch to touch Janie's fingers. Janie turns her hand palm up and strokes the undersides of Nellies fingers. The touching fingers tremble, like a vibration, the sound of a distant tinkle, a tolling of the flesh unheard in the ear.

Their reverie is broken by the sound of clumping boots up wooden steps as into the room, the selfsame Irma bursts.

"Well! Well!" Irma giggles, "What have we here? Holding hands with my girl?"

Irma stands for a moment surveying their startled expressions and then plops down on the couch in the space between their opposing knees.

Looking like attitude gone bad, she takes Janie's hand and says, "How do you do? I'm Irma, the jealous lover,"

"I'm Janie the new cookie baker." Janie says and shakes Irma's hand. "We were just talking about how you and Nellie met." Nellie is watching them both. She is impressed how cooly Janie is able to look Irma in the eye. Irma, she sees, is impressed too, most girls would shy away or be defensive from her banter. Irma looks intimidating: Beautiful stark white face, cheeks in strong aquiline curves framed by dark curls; curls teased into long wavy bangs that fray outward, almost like an afro, to give her face with a Medusa-like menace--a menace that vanishes at the first hint of a smile. Irma smiles a lot, the humor rests in her eyes like fairy dust, whimsical and a hint wanton.

"So...did Nellie say how we met?" Irma asks.

"At the dance. Where you rescued her!" Janie adds.

"Well, we did meet before then, but that's a story for a different time...

You're a red head, too. My blondie likes red heads and cookies." Irma smiles now and pinches Janie's thigh, "I'm in trouble."

'Quit" Nellie says, and wraps her arms around Irma and gives her a big wet kiss. "Leave my roomy alone."

"Oh no!" Irma giggles, "Asleep with my girlfriend in the same room. That can't be good, if you were a boy, Janie, she'd be pregnant in no time." Then she looks closely at Janie, "Have you kissed her yet, pretty girl?"

"Irma" Nellie says, pinching Irma's ear, "behave."

"OK," Irma says, "I'll kiss her then!" and before Janie can say a word or even scamper away as she was planning to just a moment ago, in moves Irma, big red lips smiling, eyes brimming with laughter, to give her a long wet kiss.

"Hmm, yummy," Irma says, "now its your turn, Miss Slut." And guides the girls blushing faces toward each other over the chasm of timidity and fascination that before barred them from their wish. Just inches away, allowing the easy pressure of Irma's warm hand on her neck, Janie sees the inviting lips of Nellie, parted, moist, even eager and knows she wants the kiss to happen, will not resist its sweet eminence. Then lips touch lips and press together, warm and warmer, then wet and then--ah!--the tip of a tongue, but still together, slippery and sweet, eager and still not stopping...until. "OK, OK, girls, I'm glad we're acquainted now, but you don't need to come yet."

The word finally registers and adds to the heat and the wet down there until Janie is forced to secretly acknowledge their likelihood (I almost could have cum...how long since...).

Nellie is panting, too. 'This was way too fast--damned Irmy,' but she is oddly happy. Here they are together. All of them. As long as Janie stays.

Nellie reaches out and holds Janie's hand. "It was really nice to kiss you--but it's still not right. Irma like's to shock people. It means she likes you. So don't be afraid, no one will touch or kiss you without you wanting them too. OK, sweetie?" Nellie asks.

Janie nods, still dazed, dwelling on the welling desire within, and thinks, 'That's the problem, I might want them too. "Them!" Oh! Oh!

"Did you leave any dinner for your girlfriend?" Irma asks, watching the wonder in Janie's eyes and knowing how to play it, a crescendo and then a soft melody, high notes and later maybe, just maybe, the thump of the bass, chord on chord.

"Come on!" Nellie pulls Irma up, "Give the girl a rest. Later on we'll put on some music and I'll show you how my hot Irma dances."

Janie nods again. 'Apparently I'm struck dumb,' she thinks, and watches them putter in the kitchen, heating up the leftover salmon. 'I guess its better if we all have fish breath,' she thinks idly, stretching her legs out onto a footstool. She takes another sip of the wine, her lips touching the clear round curve of the glass, remembering other amazing lips just kissed.

Irma comes back from the kitchen and sits next to Janie, resting her arm casually across Janie's shoulders. I should have left, thinks Janie. Too much reverie can get a girl in trouble with Miss Irmy.

"So 'Irmy' is a nickname?" Janie asks.

"It's better than the Irmy-the-Wormy I was called in grade school."

"Yep."

"You have a nickname Janie?"

"No, and I don't want one either." Janie says.

"You're asking for it!" Irma smiles, and innocently begins to rub Janie's shoulder, her fingers nimble and gentle, assaying her a few inches at a time.

"Stop that!" Janie says and playfully takes Irma's arm from around her shoulders.

"OK, your girlfriends back. Now stop pestering Janie." Nellie says cheerfully and sits beside Irma. She is holding a long pillow which she puts lengthwise across Janie's lap. "This is a chastity pillow in case Irm gets frisky."

"I would never endanger your girlfriend's chastity, Miss Slut. That reminds me: She wants a nickname."

"Do not," Janie says.

"Does too." Irma pokes Janie in the ribs with her elbow.

Nellie swings Irma's legs around and wedges herself lengthwise so that she can put her head on the pillow on Janie's lap. Irma lays her head next to Nellie's, and says, "Two sweet peas in Janie's pod, how nice." She smiles up at Janie, "A nickname huh?"

"Nooo..." Janie says. Before her is the dark-almost black-haired Irma, all curls and attitude, now playfully smiling, wallowing in the closeness of her Nellie; and there is the strawberry blond Nellie, that same crinkle of humor tender in her eyes as she looks at her Irma. Janie takes Irma's hand and puts it in Nellie's, holding them both together a moment or two longer than necessary, admiring the sensuous beauty of these two sirens at rest unexpectedly on her very lap.

They giggle, "I think she likes us!" Of course this causes Janie to quickly remove her hand, so that now she is holding her hands together piously flat on her chest, afraid of where they might wander.

"Now there's a pretty picture," Irma says, "we could call her 'Miss Prim.'"

"Miss Prim" is not a good nickname," Nellie says, "I was thinking of something with 'cookie' in it."

"Cookie is too tame...we need something hot now that we are friends...all my girlfriends are hot." Irma says, kissing her fingers and stroking Janie's cheek playfully. Predictably, Janie blushes, the rose color highlighting her light skin, blending with the brighter red highlights of her hair.

As Nellie and Irma watch, she turns, as if she could tuck her blushing face under a wing and fly away...away from this playful torment and intensely sweet attention.

"Blush!" Irma says.

"Blushing rose." Nellie adds.

"Too long, just rosie." Irma says.

"Just Rosie--JR."

"Don't be obtuse." Irma says.

"Oh, big word, biker babe. Are you seducing English teachers now?"

"Only you," Irma says, her two fingers begin walking catlike down the center of Nellie's blouse, when the cat pauses between the graceful mounds of her breasts and raises its forefinger to fondle their plump curve, Irma sees Janie's eyes widen.

"Well, guess I better let you guys have some privacy..." Janie says unable to take her eyes off of Irma's fingers as they now gently stroke the press of Nellie's nipple outlined hard on the rising promontory of her white shiny blouse.

Nellie extends a hand past Janie's pressed together hands so that her fingers lightly touch Janie's soft frizzy red hair, pressing inward along its slope to caress the side of Janie's head. "Rosie..." she says and feels the slight, unwilling shudder that travels up Janie's back, "shhh, shhh, no worries, just stay with your girlfriends, we want you to watch, we won't get carried away, we like you being with us."

'So this is what it means to belong,' Janie thinks, 'to be invited into a warm and cozy place' She sighs resting her head against the sofa, leaning in to let Nellie's gentle fingers slip to the side of her neck and linger there. The fingers move lower, giving Janie that tingling again, a warmth of temptation, but Nellie simply takes one of her hands and holds it loosely, no pressing even where pressing would indeed be welcome there between the valley of Janie's waiting breasts.

Janie closes her eyes, 'Maybe if I don't watch, this tingling will go away. Nellie said they wouldn't get carried away, but it's not them I'm worried about is it Janie girl?' There in the dark behind closed eyes, she hears a big wet smooch that she takes to be Irma's provocative kiss. She remembers those laughing lips and wonders what another kiss would feel like. This sets her to thinking of Nellie's voluptuous kissing. 'Boys don't kiss like that. They don't draw you in and take you where... God is that Nellie a good kisser. Lucky Irma,' she thinks, as the sounds of their wet kisses bauble up through her reverie. 'Just a peak,' she rationalizes, 'just one...'

She feels Nellie's head turn and then feels fingers pulling at her socks, 'Now what?' She thinks, as her bare feet feel the cool air. Then warm knowing fingers begin to kneed the flesh and bones of her tired feet. She feels another shift in weight as Irma lifts up from her lap. In the dark, she concentrates on the what and where of Irma's next expected touch. Still she keeps her eyes closed, willing herself to wait, excited by the secret anticipation of their next provocation. She hasn't long to wait. Someone, it must be Irma, is lightly stroking her fingers, gently lifting her finger tips up and up to...?

Ah, to lips, soft, full Irma lips, the lips she just now wanted to kiss again. Then her hands are moved again and let down to rest on the warmth of Nellie who has turned onto her back--she must be watching--leaving Janie's feet to dangle there in the cool air bereft of her touch. But she is soon distracted. Her hands are laid in waiting: one on Nellie's upper chest and other on her warm flat abs. Into her ear the wicked Irma whispers, "Don't let your hands wander all over my girlfriend, even if she is a slut who lusts after your virgin body."

Jane is very still, partly because Irma's whisper ended in a kiss to her ear which felt weird and erotic.--Was that really the tip of her tongue? And partly because of the delicious warmth that is now rising up from Nellie, a cuddly warm girl mitten for her hands--hands whose fingers spread out the better to feel the heat. Janie wants to protest that she is not a virgin, but here on this couch surrounded by all that is new and exciting, warm and bewildering, she realizes that indeed she is. Her eyes are still pressed close against the sweet unknown, the imprint of warm lips and spread fingers awhirl in ever growing desire, she feels an involuntary moan escape half-parted lips. "I like you, too, sweet girl," says Irma softly, gently enfolding Janie's parted lips with her own.

Nellie takes the hand from her chest and kisses the palm, "God don't you just love it when Irma seduces you, Janie? Isn't she as sexy as I told you?"

Irma is tugging Nellie to sit up so that now two sets of lips alight on the shimmering beauty, sweet nectar, of Janie's face like humming birds aflutter. Soon that face is awash with tears, tears of joy as Janie hugs her new found girlfriends fast to her trembling chest. Instead of pursuing her more, the girls settle and snuggle into the warmth of Janie's breasts letting her settle in and be comforted, finding themselves protective of the crying girl.

"Come to bed," Nellie say, "we just want to hold you--some other time we might want to do more if you let us--but now we just want to be friends and snuggle.

The warmth and the wine and her tiredness make her feel woozy as they help her to Nellie's big bed. Shyly, she still keeps her eyes closed and listens to them talk about her like she is a child--

"She'll feel funny waking up between us, especially if you sleep naked." This from Nellie, who is pulling out a long night gown. Janie feels her blouse being unbuttoned, then cool air and then soft cotton slipping loosely over her, cascading to her feet. Eyes still closed, reveling in the sweet dark, like chocolate filled with hidden delights, she feels fingers undoing her jeans under the nightie. 'At least some privacy,' she thinks, 'to hide my wet panty.' Then, wow, she's sure its a kiss! As she feels lips down their pressing quickly against her panty in the center of all that wetness. Oh!

A quick pat on her butt, then in her ear a soft delighted giggle, "Sorry Rosie, I couldn't resist a stolen kiss," comes Irma's whisper.

Nellie scolds Irma, "You didn't! Rose open your eyes, so you know where to slap this naughty girl!" It is so nice to stay in the sensual dark with the sirens, to be in a dream, but then Janie hears the whack of flesh on bare flesh and cannot resist looking. In the warm light now, Irma's naked form is turned away to deflect Nellie's slap, but there on her bottom is an intriguing red mark. The fighting begins then as Irma is toppled onto the bed, revealing the dark curls of her mound, trimmed Janie sees fleetingly, in the perfect shape of a spouting fountain. Next is the near naked form of Nellie pressed against Irma and squirming to avoid being tossed on her back. The girls look back at Janie for approval of their antics and laugh when they see she is wide-eyed.

"Now she opens her eyes!" Irma says, and waves her to join them. "Come on sweet girl we won't bite. And no more stolen kisses--nice as they might be."

Nellie, scoots her night gown down modestly, and sits up, taking Janie's hand, tugging her to join them. Janie's face is, indeed, rosie again, thinking of the red mark on Irma's bottom, the fountain made of Irma's dark curly hair, and the glimpse of glistening blond hair covering Nellie's pussy. She climbs into the bed, guided by Nellie. Then she is enfolded in warm arms, the press of bodies snuggling, first Irma...surprisingly sweet Irma and her forbidden kiss...and Nellie, oh, Nellie...then a smile for the light chaste kisses as they say goodnight...as she drifts off to sleep, wondering could this really be but one day at the Bella Rosa Bakery.

Chapter 3: In the Valley of the Curves

It is a chilly morning in the loft. Three colors of hair peak from the edge of the down comforter under which the girls snuggle, their svelte shapes pressed flush together like spoons filled with soft butter. Up the stairs comes Snooky, who is off from school because of an unexpected snow day, eager to begin her apprenticeship to the cookie master. When she sees Janie sandwiched between her aunt and Irma, she smiles, happy to see Janie in bed with the people she loves. She is pleased because now she can tease her, and maybe, secretly, better understand the allure her mother has for Irma. She hopes Janie will be her confidant, but first there is the little matter of the teasing. This should be fun!

Janie meanwhile has heard the footsteps on the stairs. With her eyes still closed she feels the wonder of woman flesh pressed every which way against her. 'Well, maybe not every which way...no fingers where they shouldn't be, so there's that,' she thinks. All along her back warmth and even, yes, the pert mounds of Irma's breasts through the thin cotton of her borrowed nightie--those breasts must be naked because she can feel their form pressed warm beneath her shoulder blades. Along her front, another body warms her: She finds her arm is snugged against the flatness of Nellie's warm belly. 'She certainly is fit,' Janie thinks, noting with a dreamy touch of embarrassment how her fingers have tucked themselves comfortably along the natural curve of her warm flank, making Nellie her personal blanket. She stretches a bit and notices how her legs are entangled with Irma's; frowning a little ruefully, she acknowledges the enticing hotness of Irma's leg snugged between her thighs. 'Not all the way there,' she thinks, 'but too close for...' Then she feels nimble fingers tickling the undersides of her feet and hears Snooky giggle.

"Jeez, can't leave you by yourself without you being seduced by my Auntie and her Irma," Snooky says. All she hears are moans in reply as she widens her attack on the rest of their feet struggling now to hide themselves under the covers.

Janie opens her eyes and rolls on her back as the shifting bodies move around her to protect themselves from Snooky's tickling. Snooky grabs the corner of the blanket and fans it, revealing a naked Irma holding onto a corner of the blanket rolled up in a ball like an armadillo, her head tucked under Janie's arm.

Snooky smacks Irma's bear bottom, "Ha! Why are you naked, bad girl!" Snooky smiles--at last she is able to smack Irma's bottom, something she has wanted to do for some time. Another few whacks, and she jumps onto the bed and snuggles next to Irma.

"You look like an armadillo all curled up next to Janie!" Snooky says.

"That's no reason to spank me, you dog!" Irma says.

"Yes, it is!" Snooky says, "I've always wanted to spank you,"

"You have?"

"Yep!"

"How come? Are you becoming a little lezzy?"

"Noo, I don't think so."

"Well..."

"You have a pretty bottom and you deserve to be spanked because sometimes you make my Mom cry."

"Ah...I like the pretty part and I am sorry to make your Mom cry."

"Just don't make a habit of it." Snooky says, and snuggles closer.

"I won't," Irma says, "you do know your Mom and I are still friends, don't you?"

"Yeah, I guess so. That's what Dad said when I asked him about it."

"What did your Dad say?" Nellie asks her voice muffled from under the blanket.

"He said Irma was Mom's friend and he was happy when they get along," Snooky says, "but he also said, sometimes they like to hurt each other so that they can make up. He told me if the fighting bothers me to go visit you, Aunt Nellie!"

"Roscoe understands a lot for a man," Irma says, putting her arm around Snooky. "Anytime you want to talk, we're here, even Janie--who might have a different perspective, being a virgin and all."

Janie pinches Irma's butt, surprising herself by the easy impertinence of her casual pinch, "You can ask me anything, Snooky, but don't believe everything Irma says."

Snooky props herself up on an elbow so that she can look Janie in the eye, "So are you a lesbian now too? Did Irma seduce you like she did my Mom and my Auntie?"

Janie smiles and pats Snooky on the shoulder, "We better get dressed. The cookies won't wait. I thought you weren't coming in until after school."

"Oh! Oh! It must be true! You didn't answer my question!" Snooky says. Janie thinks that if Snooky were standing up she'd stamp her feet.

"OK, OK," Janie says, "yes I am evading that personal question but only because I don't know the answer. I was seduced a little by your beautiful Auntie and her wonderful friend Irma, but I am still a virgin...you know as a lesbian...or someone curious...or just happy to have you all as friends." Janie sighs at her obvious confusion, blushing.