At last! Maisie was going to visit Emma’s home and meet the girlfriends Emma had told her about. Actually, she’d would only meet one of them, Charlotte, because her other girlfriend was working abroad at the moment making sex films. But it was so exciting anyway to be staying somewhere that wasn’t her normal home. And as Emma had explained to her, she might be staying at Emma’s flat quite frequently in the future. Ever since Mummy had argued with Emma, staying at home had become quite awkward, with Mummy being so sullen and being funny about her not wearing clothes. Why had it been alright to wear no clothes before and now totally wrong? Grown-ups were so funny!

Emma’s flat was in such a very old building which you had to go up ever so many stairs to get to. And when you got there you had to use keys just as you had to get into the building in the first place. But the flat was very welcoming, with a book-cupboard and a vase of dried flowers in the hallway just outside and a very pretty poster of more flowers on the actual door. Emma and Maisie hadn’t put any clothes on after leaving the studio and going by the car from the television car park. Nor did they from getting out of the car in the apartment block’s underground car park to entering the flat. It was a strange thing, Maisie thought to herself, to lead a life of no clothes. None of her school-friends did that.

Inside the flat were more naked bodies: there were two girls with shoulder-length hair lying on a sofa and idly playing with each other and another girl watching television from a sofa. Only this other girl wasn’t so naked and she looked terribly young. In fact, as Maisie soon realised, this girl was wearing only a tee shirt, advertising a popular soft drink, and only looked young because her body was so small and slight. She was Japanese or Vietnamese or Chinese or something. When Emma and Maisie entered the living room, there was a sudden eruption of activity as the girls jumped up to greet them. Maisie began to realise that none of these people had seen much of Emma for a while and were asking her ever so many questions about what she’d been doing and telling her about what they’d been doing.

“And who is your young friend?” asked Josephine, addressing Maisie, who not unnaturally was feeling rather out of place.

“Maisie,” announced Emma. “Her name’s Maisie. She’s on the cast of St Denis Street.”

“I’ve seen that,” said Susan rushing up and kissing Maisie tenderly on the cheek. “You’re not called Maisie on the program. Though I can’t quite remember what you’re called. It’s a very popular soap opera.”

Charlotte was feeling rather overwhelmed by the arrival of the other love in her life. And where was this teacher that Emma was supposed to be living with? And what about this boss of hers? And what had this little girl ... this naturist little girl ...got to do with anything? She’d not been aware that Emma had ever had children. She soon pieced together from the conversation that Maisie was this teacher’s daughter and that because her home was such a long way from the Harlot TV studios it made sense for her to stay the night at the flat. Why did it make sense now and not before? wondered Charlotte, before being rushed off in the group towards a chattering mass of anecdotes and recollections that accompanied the preparation of dinner - which everyone had a hand in - and its consumption over a bottle of wine.

Josephine and Susan were excellent with children - especially Josephine who shared a child’s enthusiasm for fluffy toys and for life in general. Susan helped in her own way by being a sort of bridge between Josephine and Maisie, and the conversation she was having with Emma. Emma was affectionate as she’d used to be, and in fact was rather less tense than Charlotte had mostly remembered. It was as if some load had been taken off her mind.

She was even rather surprised to see that Charlotte was still shaving her crotch. “There’s really no need to do that for my sake!” she exclaimed. “I’m really not worth such love!” Charlotte felt her old warm emotions swell towards Emma as the conversation went on. She was right, she said to herself, to have kept her loyalties true to Emma.

It wasn’t long until Charlotte’s thoughts moved towards sex. She kept her hands and arms on Emma as much as she could and was pleased to see that Emma wasn’t pushing her off. After the dinner, she and Emma sat together on the sofa, their arms around each other, tenderly kissing each other’s face and breasts and talking intently. Charlotte allowed her hands to wander down to Emma’s crotch and was just about to start stimulating her clitoris in the way that Emma had always seemed to like, when Emma abruptly pushed her hand to one side.

“Don’t forget Maisie!” Emma remarked pointing out the child who was busily discussing computer games and pop music with Josephine and Susan. Charlotte nodded and decided that it was probably best to wait until the child had gone to bed before she and Emma became more physically intimate.

When Maisie did go to bed though, in Emma’s double bed, Charlotte was surprised to see Emma go to bed at precisely the same time. Emma wasn’t known for being the sort of girl who went to bed especially early, but it particularly peeved Charlotte. She had hoped that she and Emma would be going to bed together. Josephine could see that Charlotte was disappointed, but as a faithful friend she let Charlotte herself take the initiative in moving towards bed where Susan was already waiting. Susan could also see that Charlotte was disappointed, and so it wasn’t too surprising that with both of Charlotte’s lovers being so concerned about her welfare that very soon all three of them were making intense love together. And not too long until the flat was shaken by the sounds of the three girls passionate cries - particularly those of Charlotte, who despite her disappointment was still intensely excited by Emma’s return to the flat.

After a while, Charlotte, Josephine and Susan felt that they’d had enough and lay exhausted on top of each other, the salt of Susan’s sweat dripping down her nose and into Charlotte’s mouth, while Josephine’s shiny moist legs wrapped around Charlotte’s. It was at that stage that Charlotte became aware of the sound of lovemaking coming from Emma’s bedroom: a sound at once familiar from the countless conjugal couplings that her bed had been party to and unfamiliar because Emma had been so much absent of late. But yes! it was lovemaking. And it was coming from Emma’s bed. There were the unmistakable gasps that Emma made when she was at her most passionate and a thundering noise as her bed rocked repeatedly against the wall.

Charlotte put a finger to her mouth and looked at Josephine with a quizzical expression. “Who ...?” she mouthed.

Josephine smiled reassuringly and whispered, “There are two people making noises in there.”

“Two?” wondered Charlotte, but sure enough there was another relatively squeaky voice also making sounds indicative of passionate love. “Surely not Maisie...”

“She’s very honest about her relationship with Emma,” commented Josephine, reminding Charlotte of who had been talking to Maisie all evening. “It seems they’ve had a relationship for several months now, which for a girl of her age will have seemed like forever.”

“But how can Emma be making love with a girl who’s basically just a child?” wondered Charlotte.

“Don’t worry about that,” smiled Susan stroking the bristles on Charlotte’s crotch. “But I think you’ll find that one bald crotch is enough for Emma now.”

Charlotte looked down at Susan’s face peeking up cheekily from just beneath her stomach. She couldn’t help smiling back at the good humour that Susan was emanating, and experienced a certain weight of mystery about Emma’s intentions and desires suddenly lift by the light of Susan’s illumination.

Josephine also smiled, but her thoughts were elsewhere. Much as she dearly loved Charlotte, she was aware of an element of deception in their relationship. She knew that Charlotte didn’t really have any lovers besides herself and Susan - a situation basically unchanged since Emma’s return to the flat - but this didn’t deter her from making love widely and freely, and not just because her job required it. However, she appreciated Charlotte’s sensitivity on such issues better than Susan. She knew how much Charlotte loved her, and also how much hurt it would cause her to know that she might have made love to one or more men during the day. Josephine also knew that her love for Charlotte couldn’t possibly equal the intensity of Charlotte’s for her. Or even Charlotte’s for Emma. This despite the fact that since Emma had returned to the flat, she’s spent virtually all of her time with Maisie.

It felt strange to Josephine to be in the midst of so much love and passion. It wasn’t that she didn’t feel love or passion herself. It was just somehow less intense. Less exclusively focused. She rather appreciated her own flat on the other side of town, where she would sleep one or maybe two nights a week: often just by herself in amongst her cuddly toys. It wasn’t just Charlotte’s love for Emma and her, or Emma’s passion and jealousy of Maisie, there was also Susan, who was so absurdly obsessed with Charlotte. Not that this prevented Susan from having sex with men, nor if the opportunity occurred, either through her work or otherwise, with other women. As a sex actress, her attitude towards sex was extremely ambivalent, and although Josephine didn’t share the same feelings, she could see how it might be possible to feel passionately in love with one woman, and still really enjoy sex with many other people including, of course, Josephine herself.

Susan had made her worship of Charlotte into something of a religion. Not just shaving Charlotte’s crotch (which had now discontinued since Maisie’s appearance on the scene) but in the way she brought Charlotte breakfast in bed, fussed around her all the time and combed her hair. Indeed, if Charlotte had allowed it, she would probably wipe her arse clean after Charlotte had a shit. Susan had even tried to demonstrate the permanency of her love by getting a small tattoo put on her upper shoulder with Charlotte written on the face of a red rose.

Josephine knew more than Charlotte of the intensity of Susan’s passion, as she was in the position of being Susan’s confidante. She knew that Susan always fantasised about making love with Charlotte whilst making love with other people. She knew that Susan claimed to have never truly loved anyone else before. This was why previously she could only make love to an audience, as a way of exciting her libido through exhibitionism. She knew that Susan religiously spent half an hour to an hour each day masturbating with a variety of sexual aids, concentrating her sexual passion entirely on Charlotte.

Although Josephine knew that Charlotte was fully aware of Susan’s love for her (it was after all declared almost every day) she was sure Charlotte wasn’t aware of its intensity or its purity.

The way that Susan would selflessly sit aside to permit Josephine to make as much love to Charlotte as her true love desired, and only participated when her well attuned sexual instincts told her that Charlotte was truly prepared. The way Susan would tirelessly watch Charlotte and jump to attention whenever an opportunity to be helpful occurred. The way Susan never betrayed, even to Josephine, the frustration and disappointment she must have felt in not having her love reciprocated.

Josephine didn’t have to go to work that morning. Indeed, the only one who had to was Charlotte, and, with a little help from Susan, she’d been packed off to work in her overcoat and sandals while Josephine was still luxuriating naked in bed. In fact Josephine was really only stirred into real wakefulness when Susan slid back under the sheets after slipping off the kimono she habitually wore, lowered her hands down to her crotch and began stroking her clitoris as she often did after bidding Charlotte off. Josephine rolled over to watch Susan’s fingers busy themselves around the top of her vagina, while her other hand stimulated her nipples. She looked up at Susan’s face to gauge whether she wanted more than private pleasure, but she knew enough by now that although she would participate with apparent enthusiasm in any lovemaking Josephine might propose, most likely her preference would be to excite her imagination.

Josephine really didn’t feel like disturbing Susan, so she swung her feet off the bed, rubbed some of the detritus from her eyes and quietly wandered off to the kitchen. When she got there, she noticed that she wasn’t the only one wanting breakfast at that time. The kettle was boiling and a couple of mugs were standing prepared with teaspoons inside. Just by the kettle was a breadboard with a plastic bag of sliced wholemeal bread and organic margarine. There also was Emma: her bare behind sticking suggestively out as she leant over to look in the cupboards, quite as beautiful from behind as from anywhere else.

Josephine heart leaped as the eroticism of Emma’s posture struck her, and, following her desires, she picked up the tub of margarine, fingered out a scoop of it onto her forefingers and approached Emma. She tenderly started stroking Emma’s behind in the way she knew Emma would enjoy. At first Emma started, but as she felt Josephine’s practised caresses, she grunted appreciatively, and relaxed as with one hand Josephine stroked around Emma’s buttocks and gradually eased open her cheeks. Then she brought her other hand round and with a little force eased the margarine into the squeeze between the buttocks, while at the same time exercising Emma’s clitoris and cunt with the other hand and kissing her neck from behind. Then when Emma’s arse was sufficiently greased, she pushed her fingers deep inside her anus and pushed away from the rear while at the front pushing harder and harder into Emma’s vagina. Emma laid her hands against the wall, surrendering herself to this unexpected erotic assault.

While Josephine was thus engaged and Emma’s little gasps became more throaty, she felt a hand brush against her back. It was Susan who was smiling broadly and was handing her a rather long carrot. Josephine took the hint, and while still stroking and exercising Emma’s cunt, she gradually eased the cool rough carrot into Emma’s anus. As this was happening, she felt Susan’s hands grip around her as Susan began stroking Josephine’s vagina and then passionately kissing Emma full on the mouth.

Josephine found that she who’d instigated all this was somehow in the midst of it with Emma in front and Susan behind. Her senses began to swim: partly from passion and partly from the strain of making love while standing up on the kitchen linoleum. It didn’t surprise her too much to feel Susan’s fingers probe deep inside her own backside, though her gasp of pleasure surprised her when it erupted from her.

“Oh Emma! Emma!” gasped Josephine in great passion.

“Oh! Charlotte my love!” whispered Susan a little inappropriately.

“Ooohh! Ooohh!” gasped Emma in little eructations of ecstasy.

“Where’s the tea?” came a quite different voice.

Startled, Emma pulled herself free and looked at Maisie who had come into the kitchen, naked as always, to see three much more mature but also naked women indulging in sex with vegetables and margarine.

“I’m hungry,” Maisie complained rubbing her eyes with her little fists.

She didn’t seem at all perturbed by the girls’ intimacy, and in fact made no comment of it at all as Josephine, Susan and Emma hastily disentangled themselves from each other and shared in the task of preparing breakfast for Maisie and chatting about the day ahead.

When all four were finally seated on stools by the breakfast table, all naked except for Susan who had chosen to put some long socks on, Maisie smiled broadly.

“It was ever so funny watching you all buggering each other,” she chuckled.

Josephine slightly whitened (it was after all she who’d made it happen) but her reaction was as nothing compared to Emma who visibly reddened from her brow to her breast and spluttered incoherently.

“Bububuggering?”

“That’s what it’s called isn’t it?” Maisie continued, clearly enjoying the embarrassment she’d caused. “I’ve often seen it on the telly. And it’s ever so clever that two of you were being buggered at the same time.” She leaned over as if to confide with Josephine. “Emma’ll never bugger me, although she often gets me to shove a dildo up her arse!”

“Maisie!” gasped Emma, who appeared outraged. “How can you talk about private things with other people like that?”

“It can’t be that private if you’re doing it with the others!” retorted Maisie. “And why can’t I join in? Why is it you can have sex with Susan and Josephine, and I can’t? I think it’s really unfair!”

It was Josephine’s time to blush now. She looked up at Maisie, incapable of saying a word, and looked for guidance at the even more embarrassed Emma, who was smiling in a kind of helpless and uncertain way. It was however Susan, impossible to embarrass on matters of sex or love, who rescued the situation.

“I’m sure Emma’s got no objection to you making love with either Josephine or me. And we’ll be delighted to make love with you. But not now, as you’ve got to be at the studio to rehearse today, haven’t you?”

“I suppose so,” said the mollified Maisie. “But we will later won’t we, Emma? Won’t we?”

“Sorry. What will we do?”

“Make love. Have sex. All of us. Together. You promise. Don’t you?”

“I suppose so,” concurred a reluctant Emma.