In recent weeks, Frankie had mentioned in an overly casual fashion, a girl called Cherie who had just joined Lewy's club. It soon became clear to Jamie that Frankie had more than a passing interest in her, so when Frankie, again, very casually brought up Cherie's name, Jamie said, “Why don't you bring her to the flat? I'd like to meet her. She might even like to stay over for the night.”

“Really? You wouldn't mind?” said Frankie. She sounded genuinely astonished.

“Of course not. We always agreed that we are friends but we can see anyone we like and do anything we like.”

Frankie took her at her word. A few nights later, Jamie was arriving back from the club at about 3 am. It was very quiet inside the flat, all except for smothered moans and giggles coming from Frankie's room. Jamie smiled to herself, things were going according to plan.

With both of them working so late, it was the usual practice for Frankie and Jamie to get up around ten o'clock in the morning after their seven hours' sleep, so it was around that time the following morning that Jamie arrived in the kitchen wrapped in her dressing gown, to see Frankie sitting at the table chatting with a pretty blonde as they both had breakfast.

“Jamie! I'd like you to meet Cherie,” said Frankie.

“Pleased to meet you, I'm sure,” said Cherie, holding out her hand.

“Jamie used to work at Lewy's but now she's a jazz singer in another club,” said Frankie.

“Cool!” was the response.

'This one's an airhead,' thought Jamie. 'Still, Lewy's doesn't hire girls for their I.Q., just their looks and particular talents'

“I love your tits. Are they real?” said Cherie.

“Er, no. I bought them from a girl at Lewy's who had had breast enhancement surgery and didn't need them any more.”

“They look so real,” said Cherie.

“They look and feel real,” said Jamie, not offering Cherie the chance to do either.

“Cool,” said Cherie again, obviously a girl with a limited vocabulary.

“I can give you the brand name if you like, said Jamie, thinking that perhaps she was being a bit abrupt and not wanting to put Frankie offside. “Here, have a feel if you want to.”

She slipped the spaghetti straps of her silk nightdress off her shoulders and lowered it so that the breast forms were exposed.

Cherie did have a feel most enthusiastically. “Wow, they really feel like real ones.”

“They take a bit of getting used to, having the weight on your chest, but you soon get used to them. When I take them off from time to time, that feels odd now.”

“Why would you take them off?” asked Cherie.

“You need to let your skin underneath breathe every two weeks or so. I usually take them off at night and sleep without them; that way I don't feel unbalanced like I would standing up.”

Cherie laughed. “These I've got to have. You don't have them Frankie, but I guess your tits are big enough?” It was true that Frankie had small natural breasts, the results of taking hormones she had bought on the black market, something Jamie has considered but decided against.

Frankie laughed. “Nothing like the real things, especially when someone is feeling them. I love having my nipples grow hard.” She changed the subject. “Cherie was talking to me about threesomes and I was telling her that you and I have done that with other girls.”

Jamie didn't like the way the conversation was heading and responded, less than enthusiastically “Yes, we could do that sometime.”

“No time like the present,” responded Frankie. “How about it Cherie, we've got time enough before work.”

Jamie's heart sank. After promising Michaela there would be no more 'benefits', surely she wasn't going to have to break her promise so soon? Sadly, Cherie responded with very definite enthusiasm “That would be so cool!”Jamie realised that if she wanted to move things along, she would have to co-operate.

So it was that Jamie found herself in Frankie's bedroom with the other two girls. The distinctive odour of seminal fluid was still present, showing how the girls had spent most of the night. Cherie slipped off her robe and dressed in a bra, suspender belt, and stockings but no panties turned to Jamie and began to kiss her deeply while her hand drifted down to Jamie's groin and she began to explore through the silk of the nightgown. She was very talented and Jamie soon found herself getting an erection. Frankie had also slipped off her robe and was dressed in the same fashion as Cherie, who was now kneeling down and working on Jamie with her lips and tongue.

Jamie groaned with pleasure. She hadn't intended for this to happen but now there was no stopping it. The three got onto the bed, Cherie on her hands and knees, and sucking Jamie who knelt before her. She was a very talented exponent of the 'deep throat' technique and soon was taking Jamie entirely down her throat. Behind her, Frankie slid in deep and began to thrust with increasing speed. Jamie could feel her orgasm developing as Cherie emitted muffled cries and moans.

Jamie knew Frankie so well that she could tell when her orgasm was approaching, and she held back until she felt Frankie's final thrust transmitted through Cherie's body as she ejaculated deep into Cherie. At that same moment, Jamie let go and jets of her semen entered Cherie's throat where she eagerly swallowed all she was given. Within seconds the room was filled with the odour of semen as Cherie released her spend. For a couple of minutes, the three were locked together until Jamie, followed by Frankie, gradually softened and withdrew.

“Girls, that was amazing!” gasped Cherie. “So cool!”

“Only one thing would make it better,” Frankie grinned. “We needed a fourth person to lie under you and suck your clit and swallow your cum.”

“A foursome!” cried Cherie. “Wow! When can we try that?”

“Well we need someone from the club to come over,” responded Frankie.

'You'll need two,' thought Jamie. She felt ashamed of what she had just done, and even more ashamed that she had enjoyed it. She could never tell Michaela, but it would be on her conscience for a long time. She knew she had to find a way of leaving the flat and moving in with Michaela, but how? She didn't want to risk Frankie taking another overdose.

As it turned out, luck was on her side. Jamie was now spending several nights a week at Michaela's flat, only coming home to change or pick up clothes. She had done her best to make up for being unfaithful. Michaela had noticed a change in her and Jamie had said it was due to being tired.

“You haven't changed your mind about us living together have you?” said Michaela. She sounded worried.

“Of course not,” protested Jamie. She had explained about what happened the last time she was going to part company with Frankie, so Michaela understood that it was a delicate situation.

“I'm not sleeping with her, I promise. No more 'benefits',” said Jamie, feeling guilty as she said it.

Jamie noticed that Cherie didn't seem to be coming to the flat and wondered why. She didn't want to ask, but the next day, Frankie told her.

“Poor Cherie's got the flu. She's off work and might be for a week or so. Actually, there's something I want to discuss with you.”

“There's something I want to discuss with you too,” replied Jamie. Then followed a “You first, no you first,” until Jamie solved the problem by going to her handbag, extracting a coin and slapping it down on the kitchen bench. “Call!” she said. “Tails,” said Frankie, and tails it was so she went first.

“I didn't know how to tell you about this, so I've been putting it off. You know Cherie has a little one-bedroom flat? Well, the renewal of the lease is coming up but the owner wants it for himself so she has to find somewhere else to live. She's tried everywhere but there's nothing decent at a price she can afford. I hope you don't mind but I told her she can stay here until she finds something. She'll sleep in my room and put in for the expenses, so you won't be out of pocket. Are you alright with that?”

Jamie laughed. “Well, it's my turn now and I might just have a solution to Cherie's problem. You know I've been seeing a lot of Michaela recently? That's where I've been staying overnight. The fact is we've fallen in love and we'd like to live together. I didn't want to leave you in the lurch, but now I'm thinking, how would Cherie feel about taking over my room?”

Jamie was watching Frankie's face closely. For a moment nothing changed, and then she broke out into a big smile. “I think that would be perfect. I'll have to run it past her of course, but I don't see why she would refuse. I'll go over to see her before work today and let you know what she says.”

Of course, Cherie was thrilled with the idea. It would actually cost her less than she was paying for her present flat, and she knew what a nice place it was, and so handy to Lewy's Club. Jamie was able to tell Michaela that the problem was solved and she could move in with her as soon as convenient. For Michaela, and Jamie too, that day couldn't come soon enough.

Because Michaela's flat was on the ground floor, she had a small garage as a bonus, and because of that, she had a small car. She never used it to travel around London of course, but it was handy for visiting her parents and for weekends away. She offered Jamie the use of a large suitcase to help with the moving and said that if it happened the following weekend, she could drive over to pick up Jamie and all her belongings.

Jamie was a bit concerned about where to put all her clothes since she now had quite a collection. In Michaela's bedroom, there was a built-in wardrobe that stretched the width of one wall. Michaela's clothes and shoes had been spread out over the full width, but the next time she was there, after telling Michaela she could come to live, she was beckoned to the wardrobe, and to her surprise, both Michaela's and Michaels clothes and shoes had been confined to half the hanging space.

“I'm also giving you the three drawers on one side of the dressing table for your lingerie, stockings, and makeup, and you can use one half of the top for anything you want easy access to,” said Michaela.

Jamie hugged her. “You've thought of everything!” she exclaimed.

The following Saturday, Michaela drove over to the flat Jamie and Frankie had shared and they loaded up all of Jamie's clothes plus all the little knickknacks she had acquired. As they drove to Michaela's flat she told Jamie that she had a surprise for her. Jamie was curious of course, but Michaela wouldn't say what it was. When they arrived at the flat and Michaela opened the garage door, all was revealed. A newly constructed wardrobe lined one side of the garage wall.

“So long as I keep a small car, I'll be able to get into it with no problem at all, and we will have plenty of room for our clothes,” she said.

“I'm guessing a carpenter came and built it to order?” said Jamie, and when Michaela nodded, she added: “You must let me pay half the cost.” Michaela was at first reluctant but she finally agreed. Jamie knew she had found someone and somewhere where she would be very happy. The cost of half a wardrobe was a small price to pay.

To be continued.

Next time: All about Eve.