Page 36 of They Were Broom-Mates

Amelie licked her lips, gasping in pleasure as Hestia’s clit rubbed against hers one more time. “Yes. Delia… come for us…”

“Oh fuck…” Delia swore as her back started arching off the bed.

Amelie started feeling tingly throughout her entire body as Hestia continued to rub them together.

“I’m close too.” Amelie moaned, breath picking up as Hestia’s hips stuttered. She felt the wave of pleasure building until it was right on the cusp; then, when Delia came, Amelie couldn’t hold it back anymore. “Shit.”

Amelie ground her hips forward into Hestia’s as she rode the wave.

“Fuck.” Hestia whimpered. “I can feel you twitching against me…”

“Come with me, baby.” Amelie murmured, turning her attention to the redhead. And that was all it took; Hestia stilled, slowing her thrusts to slow circles. As they rode out their orgasms, Amelie gripped at Hestia’s hips, feeling herself dripping down onto the bed.

Lying there boneless, Amelie smiled happily as she leaned forward, pressed a kiss to the blonde’s lips, and pulled back, dismounting gracefully.

“I think…” Hestia crawled across the mattress to where Regina sat, looking very satisfied with a job well done. “That we have one more person who needs to finish.”

Regina placed a hand to her chest as she gave Hestia a look that said, ‘who, me’ before laughing as Hestia took her wrists, flipping her onto her back. Amelie grinned and glanced across the mattress at Delia, who met her gaze and nodded. Then, as Hestia got to work, sliding her fingers inside, Amelie and Delia settled next to Regina and got to work kissing her breast and sucking at her nipples.

Regina let out a desperate moan as Hestia finally started fingering her.

“So wet.” Hestia teased, emphasizing the sound Regina’s pussy made as she thrust inside. “You must really love eating pussy, don’t you, dirty girl?”

Instead of responding coherently, Regina just screwed her eyes shut and moaned, her hands finding their way into Amelie and Delia’s hair. Amelie could tell that Regina was close already by the way she was writing under their touch, so in an effort to overwhelm her with pleasure, Amelie continued playing with the other woman’s nipple with her fingers as she moved her mouth to Regina’s neck.

As she sucked, Regina’s moans became more desperate and her breath more ragged.

“Oh, you’re just sucking me in. You’re close, aren’t you?” Hestia cooed.

Then with a single sharp inhale, Regina’s entire body tensed up as she fell over the edge. Amelie continued sucking on her neck until she relaxed under their touch, and only then did Amelie pull back slightly, pressing a kiss to the blooming bruise on her girlfriend’s neck.

Feeling the bed shift, Amelie raised her head just in time to watch Hestia crawl on top of Regina and place her fingers in the other witch’s mouth, making her taste herself. Frankly, it was so hot that if Amelie hadn’t been so completely and utterly exhausted, she would have suggested another round.

Lying there in each other’s presence for a minute, Amelie soaked up the feeling of being completely loved and cared for. However, she could only lie idle for so long before her instincts kicked in. So she sat up, stretched, scratched her head, and turned back to the girlfriend cuddle puddle.

“So,” Amelie announced, a grin spread across her face. “Who wants pancakes?”

Chapter fourteen

“Come on, Regina! I want to see if I can win a prize!” Hestia practically skipped through town square, dragging Delia along by her hand as Regina and Amelie walked behind them, arm in arm. The square was done up with fall-themed decorations; piles of pumpkins lined the fences and served as statement pieces among hay bales and corn husks.

The leaves of the sugar maple trees were a lovely yellow/orange and added nicely to the ambiance, fallen leaves cracking underfoot every so often. The air was crisp but not quite cold yet, and Amelie had chosen something slightly warmer, knowing they'd be out all day. Wearing jeans that were ripped at the knee and an off-the-shoulder dark-green knit sweater, Amelie held Regina’s hand as they walked.

Regina, never one to really change her style, wore a high-collared blouse with puffy sleeves that tapered into her wrists with lace bands and a full black skirt that brushed the ground as she walked. Delia wore baggy cargo pants, a flannel tied around her waist, and a white tee covered by an oversized black denim jacket.

Though all three of them looked incredibly overdressed compared to Hestia, who ran warm even outside, she wore one of her dresses that Amelie was convinced was only a satin sheet, tied strategically to hide the most intimate parts of her.

“You know,” Amelie started as Hestia picked up a cork gun, taking a decidedly unladylike stance to shoot the bottles off the carnival game shelf. “I will never understand how Hestia never flashes anyone with those dresses she wears. I would always be so paranoid that the fabric would slip in the wrong way and I would show the entire town my ass.”

Regina put her hand up to her mouth and giggled knowingly. When Amelie just looked at her in confusion, Regina smiled and sighed, shaking her head.

“She absolutely does flash people when she wears those dresses.” Regina leaned in, speaking lowly. “But she’s an illusion witch, Amelie.”

The grin faded from Amelie’s face as the realization dawned on her; she slapped a hand to her mouth and stared wide-eyed at the Divination Witch.

“No.” She gasped.

“Yes.” Regina turned her attention back to Hestia, who was now jumping up and down, squeezing a poor, red-faced Delia between her breasts.