Chapter 1 - Vin Rouge
The domestic life was a peaceful one for Amélie Lacroix. In her homeland of France, the young girl would have been pressured by her peers and family to do better for herself, but here in America, Amélie realised that was nought.
She was at peace here, sitting on her couch, wearing a simple purple sweater, a mug of earl grey tea in her hand.
She didn't have much in terms of employment, although she had considered joining up with a local dance group in the town in which she lived.
Amélie had always loved to dance, especially to ballet. Her slender, curvy form was always so posable and flexible, which made the movements required for the dance form of her homeland much easier.
But, she knew that she had a long life ahead of her. After all, why bother being young if you can't enjoy it, at least that's what Oliva would say.
Olivia was Amélie's girlfriend, having met her not long after she came to the states. She was a feisty young woman, hailing from Mexico.
Amélie was not one for romance herself, but there was something in Olivia that always made her tingle. Be it her charming ways or her exotic looks, Olivia was very enticing. Of course, Amélie didn't actually call her Olivia.
The Mexican girl was a computer whizz, being very intelligent. Amélie was surprised to learn this when her phone was hacked one day.
She had feared that something bad was happening, that a virus had somehow infected it. It turned out to be Olivia, under her hacker name, Sombra, having left a love message.
She was a crazy girl, and in some way, Amélie liked it.
Of course, Amélie wasn't the only girl on her mind. Amélie and Olivia were both bisexual and polyamorous, meaning that they could have many girls and boys on their arm at any given time, but in a town like the one they lived, where peace and quiet reigned supreme, the two of them felt grateful for each other's company.
She smiled and looked at the TV. It wasn't currently on, but Amélie wondered if she might turn it on to some classical music channel, to set the mood for the evening.
The music would remind her of her ballet, and would liven her spirits But before she could reach the remote and turn it on, Amélie was pleasantly interrupted.
She felt a few soft lips press on her forehead and a little giggle from behind her.
"Hello, Araña," Olivia cooed to her, wiggling her fingers at the blue-skinned girl.
"Back from your work already?" Amélie wondered. Olivia had been upstairs all day, working on some job she didn't wish to tell Amélie the details of.
"Let's just say it was easier than it sounded," Olivia replied. "And you look lonely, Amiga."
"I don't feel lonely, Cherie," Amélie responded. "But... I do feel a slight, pleasurable sensation."
Olivia rolled her purple eyes. "You're really weird, you know that?"
Amélie smirked. "I thought you were into strange women."
"Oh I am," Olivia agreed, walking over and laying herself on top of Amélie, letting their eyes connect to each other. "But you're the weirdest girl I've ever met."
"I doubt that is a hard title to receive," Amélie remarked.
"No, because you're a special kind of weird," Sombra said. "My kind of weird." She then cupped Amélie's cheeks in her hands.
Amélie shook her head in a knowing manner and Oliva pressed her lips forward, gently tilting her head to one side.
The two women closed their eyes and gently opened their mouths as their lips connected in a soft, loving kiss.
Amélie reached behind her beloved, wrapping arms around her smaller, but slightly stockier form.
Oliva purred into the kissing, her body never removing itself from on top of Amélie.
She then pulled and away and smiled. "By the way, Araña," she said softly, calling Amélie by her pet name. "Do you remember what tonight is?"
Amélie shook her head. "My birthday is not for six months, Olivia."
The latino girl chuckled. "No, you blue-skinned bombshell. Tonight is our two year anniversary."
Amélie's eyes widened. "Ah, I remember now." She half closed her eyes and smiled. "Hard to believe I've known you for over two years now."
"Believe it, sister," Olivia cooed, giving Amélie one of her usual nose boops. "I even have something saved for the occasion."
"Let me guess, some strange digital surprise for me?"
"Not really," Olivia remarked. "I wanted to do something that you would like."
"Oh?"
The Mexican girl nodded. "Oh yes. It's a little something I've saved just for the occasion. Just give me a sec to go get it."
"Take all your time, Cherie," Amélie replied.
Sombra quickly got up and headed into the kitchen, before Amélie then heard the sound of a cupboard opening, a bottle popping and liquid being poured into a container.
Amélie chuckled. Just what was her beloved planning for them?
Soon, Olivia returned, holding two glasses of red wine in her hand. "Wine from your homeland, honey," she informed her. "It's vintage too. 1984."
"Good yeah," Amélie said, taking one glass and smelling it, the scent of the beverage tickling the skin of her nostrils.
The smell was very familiar. Grapes, picked from a vine in the heart of France, juiced into this wonderful drink that would soon be inside of Amélie.
Amélie smiled, sighing. "I must admit. There are some parts of France that I miss. The wine, the music, the dancing."
"Hey, I don't miss anything from where I grew up, Amiga," Olivia remarked. "The city where I grew up was a complete shit hole." She chuckled. "At least here is somewhat better."
"Of course it's better," Amélie remarked, taking a sip of her drink. "Probably a lot more cute girls here."
"Nah, there were still cute girls back home," Olivia said. "But you weren't there."
Amélie softly blushed purple. "Olivia..."
The Mexican girl gazed at her with half-drunken eyes. She was already getting tipsy. It was a well-known fact between them that Olivia was not good at taking her ale.
Amélie sipped her own drink, feeling the rush of the beverage's toxins race through her icy blood. The wine was simply divine.
Olivia and her shared gazes across the room as they drank, purple meeting yellow in silent, enticing conversations about everything and nothing.
Amélie smiled. "Olivia, this may be the wine talking, but...you look even more beautiful than usual."
"Bullshit," Olivia slurred, drunkenness overcoming her. "You're the hot chick around here, bluebell."
Amélie smiled. She could tell: her Hispanic lover was royally plastered by now.
Olivia smirked. "I never asked why you were blue anyway?" She said. "I mean, I've seen pink girls, yellow girls... hell, I'm a purple girl but you... you... you're blue. Baby blue."
Amélie giggled. "It's my little secret Olivia," she teased, booping her playfully on the nose, just Olivia would do to her.
"Hey!" The latino retorted. "You can't do that!"
"Try me, Cherie," Amélie responded.
Olivia frowned. "Don't tempt me, Blueberry."
"Oh I'm tempting you," Amélie said. "Just like you tempted me all those years ago." She stroked a finger along the tip of Olivia's tanned chin, tilting it upward, allowing their eyes to meet again.
Olivia grabbed Amélie's cheeks, pulling her into a sloppy kiss.
Amélie softly moaned back, wrapping her arms around the Hispanic girl. She pulled her tight and gently felt her skin. Their lips touched and danced in a passionate embrace and soft moans came from their throats.
Amélie herself was a bit tipsy, but not as drunk as Olivia was.
Olivia gently slid her tongue into Amélie's mouth again, awkwardly moving it through the French girl's blue lips.
Amélie stroked the dyed tips of Olivia's hair and allowed her this kiss. Whenever she was tipsy, Amélie found herself grow needy and right now, she had eyes for Sombra.
In a strange romantic way, it was fitting this would happen on the anniversary of their love.
Olivia reached a hand around Amélie's back, finding the French girl's glorious rump and squeezing it softly.
"Oh!" Amélie exclaimed, in a rather quiet surprise. "You are feisty."
Olivia smirked. "Just wait, mi amore. You'll see how feisty I can be."
Amélie smiled, and blushed softly. "Why don't we take this upstairs then?"
"I love how you think, Araña," Olivia replied, passionately kissing her again.
Amélie kissed back, wrapping her arms around Olivia's neck, before sliding her head to the side and gently planting a bite on her neck.
Olivia moaned. "Mmmmmm."
Amélie purred and whispered. "Let's go and make love."
Olivia climbed off of Amélie, grinning at her. She then let Amélie stand up and head upstairs, before following her like a puppy.
Amélie blew Olivia a kiss halfway up the steps, persuading her to follow her with her feminine wiles.
Olivia was obedient and eager to please her beloved, her desire for Amélie growing stronger by the second.
She immediately followed Amélie, transfixed by the French woman's stunning body.
Amélie walked into the bedroom, turning on the light for them both. She stripped down to her naked form, her blue skin and various spider tattoos, where Olivia took her pet name from, shining in the light.
Olivia walked up behind her, wrapping soft fingers and slight pointed, painted nails around her waist. She felt Amélie's breasts, stroking and caressing them.
Amélie looked to her side, seeing Sombra's face upon her neck. She smiled and leaned her head close to her, kissing her lips softly.
She started to remove Sombra's clothes as well, until both women were completely naked.
Olivia gazed into her eyes and smiled, embracing her from the front. She may have been drunk, but she knew Amélie was always an angel.
Amélie moved close to her, pirouetting on one foot as she kissed her again, like the graceful dancer she was.
Olivia giggled and pulled them both onto the nearby bed, making out with the French angel.
Amélie pulled away after exchanging passionate kisses with Sombra, her lips already stained by the colour of Olivia's lipstick.
She smirked. "I bet you want the good part now, don't you?"
"Yes," Olivia whispered. "Take me."
Amélie pushed Oliva back towards the pillows on the bed, pulling herself down towards her navel, kissing down her stomach.
Oliva felt tickled by Amélie's lips, but then felt a sense of beautiful pleasure when those lips met their destination.
Amélie was kissing Oliva's beautiful folds, her tongue expertly feeling the labia and her fingers gently rubbing her clit.
"Ahhhh..." Olivia moaned heavenly, her drunken lust being satisfied by Amélie's touches.
Amélie looked up, giving Olivia's horny face a gold gaze as she continued to eat the Hispanic girl.
Olivia was breathing huskily, a blush constantly on her cheeks. She was loving this and so was Amélie
Amélie slid a finger inside of Olivia, her tongue still bathing the girl's labia.
Oliva gasped. "Araña..." She begged her to continue with a series of feverish whimpers.
Amélie was more than happy to oblige her, fingering and eating Olivia's deep, wet folds with her passion and might. She was enjoying this greatly.
The sound of Olivia's voice moaning, the taste of the very pussy she was kissing right now, this was her favourite part of lovemaking with her.
She let her tongue and fingers do their own little dance, their movements stroking the sensitive parts of Oliva's lower half with such care and grace, it was like a massage for her.
Olivia panted loudly, pressing her head down upon Amélie, begging her to eat her faster and harder, to make her climax for the first time that evening.
Amélie was determined to give Olivia that satisfaction, that feeling of utter, sheer pleasure roll over her like a tsunami.
Olivia was panting, her breaths deeper and voice sounding reedy. Only for Amélie was she like this. She was the only girl who she would gladly be submissive for.
For any other girl, she would dominate them, make them bend to her whim and become her beloved for the evening, but not Amélie Lacroix, with her amazing, slender body and those divine, golden eyes.
"Amor... Amor..." She slurred, through her drunken noises. "Amor... please do it... please make me yours."
Amélie didn't respond, she just continued to lick, to eat, to devour, to bathe the folds in her mouth.
"Please!" Sombra begged, her hips starting to buckle and her body shaking softly.
Amélie felt Olivia growing near, one more lick, one more taste and she would be done. She would be hers to bend all evening.
She pressed her lips forward, slid her tongue deep inside and gave Olivia a passionate kiss on her lower lips.
Olivia cried with joy as the force of Amélie triggered her, forcing her into the beautiful climax, the warm sensation of pleasure rolling over her.
She pressed her legs upward and leaked her juices to Amélie, the blue-skinned girl licking them up happily.
Oliva started to sober up slightly after her orgasm, but she knew that pleasuring Amélie in return would be just as good as any alcoholic drink.
"Hey, Araña," She cooed. "My turn."
Amélie lay down beside Olivia and smiled. "You want to try and top that, Cherie?" she remarked. "I should warn you. It's not easy to equal my level of pleasure."
"We'll see about that, Blueberry," Olivia replied. She then reached her hand forward, cupping Amélie's rosy, violet cheek and pulled her close, pressing her lips upon her once again.
Amélie kissed back, wrapping arms around her waist and she and Sombra started to make out feverishly, their love now driven by the passion they had just shared.
Olivia felt the taste of her cum still on Amélie's tongue, lapping it up with her saliva and pulling it back into her mouth.
Amélie giggled, feeling herself joined to Sombra in this embrace, like their souls had united and they were one, complete being.
Oliva continued to kiss Amélie, but soon, realised she was teased enough and that it was time for the real fun to begin.
She slid her hand between Amélie's legs, finding her fingers gently cupping the folds of the blue woman. They were even softer than her own, slightly moist as well.
Amélie was already enticed, kissing back at Olivia deeply, sliding her tongue into the Mexican girl's mouth, her own special way of saying "go on, touch me."
Oliva gladly did so, starting to gently stroke Amélie's pussy with the tips of her tanned fingers.
Amélie continued to kiss Oliva, no noise or reaction from her pussy being touched, but then again, Amélie preferred to be the one doing the pleasuring.
Oliva continued her pleasuring, pulling Amélie's hand towards her own. She wanted them to do this together. After all, there was still a sense of need in Olivia.
She gently moaned as Amélie got the idea, feeling her just as softly.
The two started to quicken the pace of their fingers. At the same time, in the same second, they both slide fingers into each other.
Amélie breathed softly, feeling her fingers find themselves inside of Oliva's walls, exploring them deeply.
Oliva moaned a little louder, gently pressing her own fingers up Amélie's pussy.
Amélie bit her lip, her golden gaze still locked onto Olivia, not wanting to keep her out of her sight.
The gazing from Amélie and the French girl's fingers in her soft snatch was very intoxicating to Olivia. Better than any drink.
Olivia started to slider her fingers in and out of Amélie quickly, rubbing the tips of her knuckles on Amélie's blue nub.
Amélie still didn't moan. She was horny, yes, but she wasn't as lustful as Sombra was.
No one could be as lustful as Olivia.
Sombra started to pant as Amélie fingered her in return, harder than she had ever done. Her fingers played and toyed with the Hispanic girl's pussy like it was dough, moulding it into in an instrument of pleasure.
Amélie was starting to feel the sensation between her own legs. It seemed the harder she would finger Olivia, the more pleasurable she would make it for her.
Olivia pushed herself forward again, kissing Amélie again, not letting their lips part for even a second.
Their fingers were in a race now, a race to see who would be forced to cum first. Amélie wanted to win, if only to see the look on Sombra's face.
But Amélie had underestimated her lover's desire. Olivia fingered her faster and harder, sliding fingers from both of her hands into the French girl.
Amélie finally did something she would never think she would do. As Olivia's fingers did their dance, she finally let out an "Ah."
Olivia's kissing lips formed a smirk for a moment. She had been wanting to hear that for a very long time.
Amélie felt Sombra fuck her with those fingers, every touch, every stroke, it was like ecstasy.
She would gladly release herself to Olivia, just this once, she would let her win.
Amélie arched her head back as Olivia triggered the pleasure within, sending Amélie to orgasm over her fingers twice with a beautiful, angelic, accented moan.
Olivia looked up at Amélie, her eyes in a drunken state of lust. "Wanna go for round three?"
Amélie looked at her lover, not needing words to reply to that question. She grabbed Olivia by the cheeks, pulling her into a deep kiss.
The two rolled sideways, with Amélie now on top of Olivia again.
The pairs of legs spread wide open, and Amélie navigated herself carefully between Sombra, her lips and hands never moving from their position of pinning the latino to the bed.
Olivia gave in, letting Amélie be in charge again. The blue girl had already shown her dominance twice that evening, so Olivia wouldn't bother trying to switch for the third.
Amélie let their folds stroked each other, wet folds, moist from the orgasms the girls had already done that evening. Their lower lips kissed, and their voices moaned.
Amélie looked down, greedy to see Olivia be hers again, started to rub themselves against each other, starting to create friction between their bodies.
Olivia gasped and held onto Amélie, feeling the rubbing of clits and labias generate constant pressure, feeling Amélie's leg grind against her.
"Araña!!" She cried. "You're so strong!"
"My legs were built for dancing," Amélie told her. "But they are very good to pleasure too."
"Mmmmmmm!" Olivia moaned, biting her lip.
Amélie smirked, hearing her lover moan as they ground their pussies together.
Oliva tried to get in on the action, pressing her leg upward to rub against Amélie's better.
Amélie moaned softly, although it sounded more like a growl now, due to her increased heat for Olivia.
Olivia was moaning in Spanish, which made the French woman smile.
Eventually, their love had bloomed into a beautiful rose, as Amélie and Olivia had finally reached their final climax for their anniversary night, their juices streaming from their folds as they moaned heavenly.
"Amélie..." Sombra sighed, panting as the French woman looked down at her, cold yellow eyes still gazing into her soul.
Amélie laid down beside Olivia, holding her close. "Je t'aime, Olivia," she said softly.
Olivia leaned close, kissing Amélie softly, a tear sliding down her cheek. "I love you too."
They then snuggled together under the sheets, falling asleep in each other's arms.
xXx
Author's note: Here's another fic I started off with Val, now finished by myself and Matty. I hope you enjoy this sexy time, as there is much more to come ;)
