Adagio’s smile continued to reveal itself throughout the evening, no matter how many times she tried to conceal its form from her lips. It wasn’t something that came from malice, at the very least; amusement at the sight of her girlfriend gaping in awe came from a place of affection. After all, tonight was an entirely new experience for her, if not a brand new kind of education. So many ‘firsts’ were happening right before her eyes.

And Twilight’s reaction to each one of them was so cute. The small flush of her cheeks when they had first stepped through the door to be greeted by stage lights and pulsing music; the wide-eyed gawk as she caught sight of a dancer ripping off her bra for someone in the audience to catch; those spectacled cheeks turning a deep red when that very dancer spread her legs wide just a moment later. Even as the four of them sat comfortably in a corner, fine drinks in hand, the shock Twilight was experiencing had yet to wear off. But every now and then, Adagio caught a small twitch at the corner of her mouth, a brief flash of a smile before she would look away in embarrassment- only to find herself staring yet again.

Adagio’s adoring sisters were perhaps less subtle about their mirth at their innocent girlfriend’s reaction to such new experiences. Aria would occasionally shake from laughter, a small rocking motion accompanied by a strong smile whenever Twilight felt a bout of shame fall upon her. Sonata, still wrapped about Twilight’s arm and stroking her hair, had yet to let her own smile fade. Less tactful were they, but not without reason. To see their adorable nerd struggle with her clear enjoyment was enough to make anyone’s heart flutter, and Twilight’s spell upon the three of them was not something weak.

Twilight’s starry-eyed gaze fell on a solitary dancer that had moved from one of the side stages and to the center stage, a fair-skinned girl with platinum blonde hair that seemed to shimmer like water beneath the blue beams of light that rained down upon her succulent form. What little clothing she wore gleamed, a thong and bikini top made of bright-gold ringlets working their magic and adding to the effect. But most importantly was her movements; this young woman’s rhythm was perfect, a natural ebb and flow to each motion that she willed. She commanded the attention of all around her, the delicious figure she paraded for their viewing pleasure marvelous to the eye- and all the more when timed to the beat and set for flaunting.

Adagio eyed Twilight out of the corner of her eye, a small smirk at her girlfriend’s obvious infatuation. And to her delight, her shift of focus came upon the beautiful dancer just as she realized that there was a particular member of the audience that was utterly rapt. And when the blonde woman made one last slide around her pole, she locked eyes with Twilight and gave a wink.

Twilight blushed a fierce red and turned away, eliciting cries of laughter from her girlfriends about her. “Oh, please don’t laugh at me,” she begged, her thin voice barely audible beneath the weight of the music. “I didn’t mean- I’m sorry, I know that was bad.”

“What, watching her dance?” Aria asked, grinning as the blonde’s top disappeared and let bare breasts be enjoyed. “That’s not bad, Twilight. She’s super hot.”

“She- she is,” Twilight muttered, obviously ashamed of it. “But that doesn’t mean I don’t like you three! I really do love-”

“I don’t mind, Twilight,” Sonata said in a voice sweet as syrup. “Do you want me to strip for you sometime? Oh, just the thought turns me on so much- maybe we can even ask her to join in.”

Twilight’s smile was beaming, but she couldn’t bear to look anyone in the eye. Heaven forbid anyone know she felt an attraction to a human being, and instead be known as an emotionless computer, Sonata thought to herself. Why shouldn’t she be adored by another, enjoyed by another? Twilight was so sweet and wonderful, so willingly loving; she deserved every ounce of affection that she could gain from- from, well, anyone.

She should appreciate herself more, Adagio mused. She deserves to be worshipped. As the now-naked blonde finished her act, Adagio beckoned for her presence with a solitary finger, enough for the beautiful stripper to get the message. Someone was a bit shy, but desperately needed her attention. And right now, the sumptuous Siren was more than happy to play the middleman.

Movement out of the corner of her eye brought Twilight’s focus back towards the stage and the beauteous women now departing it, a small “Ooh!” escaping her lips as she realized just who was making their way over to join them. The nerves settled in quickly, Twilight trying to smooth out what wrinkles that could be found on her dress before realizing there were none, simply trying to seem occupied with anything but the young woman’s encroaching presence. The blonde beauty’s jeweled eyes darted down to between Twilight’s legs and caught sight of the darkened lingerie very clearly exposed from beneath the short dress. She grinned; Twilight quickly realized why and forced her legs tightly together.

“I think you’ve got an admirer,” Aria teased.

“Oh, stop, why is she- umm,” Twilight had tried to shush away her girlfriend’s words but found them knocked away when their new arrival made herself comfortable, sliding down in their midst as she took up residence upon Twilight’s lap, the spectacled girl now unable to look upon anything but the beautiful face directly before her.

The blonde put her arms about Twilight’s neck and gave a glowing smile. “Hi.”

“H- hi,” Twilight stammered, a weak smile on her face that struggled to form in the midst of her attraction and nerves. So close to the source of her infatuation, the nerdy woman could only struggle all the more mightily than normal.

“I’m Candy,” the young woman said; she gave a small shake of her head, letting her gleaming hair flow beneath blue-and-red light like the swift river it was. “Having a good time?”

“Yeah. You were, uh- you… you did a good- job.” Twilight’s words were hurried, flustered; Candy’s confidence and fetching appearance were doing wonder to wreck her poise. “I’m Twilight. I’m sorry, you didn’t need to know that, I just- in case you were wondering.”

“Ooh, a pretty name,” Candy remarked. “And an even prettier girl. I just couldn’t resist coming over to say hi when I saw you. Your dress, and your eyes… are you sure you shouldn’t be up on stage with me?”

“Oh! I, uh- I just thought you were- you’re a good dancer,” Twilight replied. Her gaze kept flickering between Candy’s gleaming eyes and her bountiful breasts, constantly looking down whenever the skillful stripper gave her body a small wriggle; the effect was intentional, and most definitely torturous. “You look pretty, too.”

“Aw, thank you!” Candy said, seemingly delighted by the remark. “Enjoying a girl’s night out, are we? I hope I’ve made it a little better.” A small stroke of the cheek, enough to make hair stand on end…

“Girlfriend’s night out,” Adagio remarked, a proud smile as Twilight continued to flounder. “Just look at her, the sweet thing; how could we resist?”

“She’s just the best ever,” Sonata joined in.

“And she tastes wonderful,” Aria added.

Twilight was left at a loss of what to do, but Candy seemed only further intrigued by the uniqueness of the scenario; most girls who she fell upon weren’t so shy- and none of them had ever been so profoundly adored. “Well, aren’t you a popular girl? Just can’t say no to all your admirers?” she asked.

“I-” Twilight shrank, biting her lip to keep away the smile. “They’re super great. I didn’t want to say no.”

“Mmm, I don’t blame you. I bet they’re super yummy,” Candy replied. “But I bet you taste even sweeter…”

“I don’t know if mmph!” Twilight’s words were sealed away when Candy took the chance to steal a kiss, her glittering lips pressing gently against Twilight’s for a short, sweet moment. The beautiful dancer released her- but then plunged for one kiss more, a deeper and more fiery thing so as to soak in and taste the fullness of the adorable nerd’s flavor, tongue delving deep and plucking away at whatever delicious saliva she could find.

Before too long, yet nowhere near enough, Candy decided she had explored enough; a slow and slippery exit was best for now, spittle shared between and joining in a thickened band. “Wow, you do taste great,” Candy cried, eyeing Twilight with a smoldering look. “If only I didn’t have to go, I’d love to enjoy you for a little while longer.”

“You have to go?” Twilight’s words came in breathy, struggling.

“Backstage for now. But in case you’re gone before I see you again…” Candy unhooked her panties and stuffed them down between Twilight’s breasts, one last lustful glance for good measure. “Come and visit me anytime!”

Four pairs of eyes watched that bare bottom walk away, a sashaying strut to each footfall that was delicious to the senses. Three Sirens watched and enjoyed the show; a young girl ached and burned beneath the weight of it.

“We should invite her over sometime,” Aria said, a light remark as though speaking of yesterday’s weather. “I bet she’d do whatever you wanted her to, Twilight.”

“Uhhmmm…”

Adagio’s smile deepened. “Now, what ever is the matter, sweetheart? Something on your mind, maybe?”

“I- ooh, I can’t,” Twilight said, clearly struggling with the potency of her arousal. “I’m sorry, that was bad, I’m a horrible girlfriend, I just- I feel awful, can you forgive me? I let myself-”

“Seeing you make out with another girl was hot, Twi,” Aria said. “You should do it more often.”

“But we’re dating! I don’t want to hurt you girls, especially when you’ve been so perfect and everything!”

“Mmm… but Aria was right, that was hot,” Adagio assented. “And now I need to do something about it.”

Sonata was picking up her sisters’ signals, but her more direct method was less built for subtlety. “You wanna have sex? Like, right now? I want to.”

Twilight’s colored face went pale, hands covering her face- to include the smile underneath. “Sonata! We’re- we can’t, not even a place like here! You can’t just say that!”

“Yes I can. Let’s go have some fun, Twilight- please? You can’t just leave me like this, I need to make you feel good!”

“But we’d get in trouble!”

“Well… perhaps not,” Adagio interjected. As Twilight’s confused stare fell upon her, the sultry Siren produced a single key from the depths of her wallet, letting it flash beneath the prisms of light that shone about the floor. “How does a private room sound, dearest? We can go and do whatever we want, for as long as we want. Does that sound like fun?”

“You booked a room? But what for?” Twilight asked, aghast yet beginning to tremble with excitement. Her innocent sheen was beginning to melt away in the face of her overwhelming arousal; the nerdiness was not apt to last long when there was relief to be found in far more pleasurable matters.

“Just in case,” Adagio answered. “In case we couldn’t hope to resist you. Just sitting there, looking so sexy…”

“Oh, but- and you’re sure it’s OK?”

“Of course it’s OK. Now… why don’t you hold out your hands?” Twilight cupped her palm and soon found it filled by a trio of beads, each of a different color. “Green goes first, and blue goes second. Red goes last. How does that sound?”

Twilight looked this way and that, back up to the stage and off to the hallways where Candy had disappeared. A quick glance down at the young dancer’s panties, and then back at her desirous beloveds. “I like it.”

“Yay! Me first!” Sonata wasted no time in plunging her hand into her girlfriend’s cupped palm, extracting a bright-green bead on her first go. “Aha! I get to go first, I get to go! Oh, Twilight, I can hardly wait!”

Aria took next and pulled a dark-blue bead the color of water, though her focus was more on the joy of her sister who clutched Twilight as though someone might steal her prize away. “I never get first chance,” she pouted. “Twilight, next time, can I-”

“And you can do whatever you want to do, to,” Twilight promised her. A small glance over at Adagio and she added, “Sorry, I-”

“I’ll just have to save the best for last,” the eldest Siren said sweetly. “And I can hardly wait.”

“And I can’t wait! Come on, Twilight!” Pulling the spectacled woman up to her feet, Sonata and Twilight made their way to the backrooms that awaited their presence and frolic, each clutching at the other more and more tightly with each passing second. Their giggles of delight came freely, their lavish looks upon one another smoldered, and hands would not leave one another alone. Their struggle was strong, and even the demands for privacy could barely hold them back from the desires for immediate satisfaction.

“Finally!” Before Twilight could even take in her new surroundings, Sonata had pushed her back against a luxurious couch and leapt atop her, tongue plunging in between her lips in a flash so as to find its mate. Her tonguestrokes were wild, fierce, and just as equally met; Twilight’s own will had shattered, she needing nothing less than to feel Sonata’s pink morsel licking away at her own, and she lathering away all the same in return. All she could desire was Sonata’s sweet, lavish kisses, to find that decadent tongue upon her own and relish its sweetened lather; to feel this loving Siren was to feel the sugary joy of love itself, and Twilight was not one to let such an opportunity go to waste. As their flickering tongues continued to dance, she felt little shame in letting their frolic continue on into the outside world. So what if they became a slippery, salivating mess? Sonata wanted kisses; she would oblige- and relish it!

“Oh my god,” Sonata cried, a slow caress across the surface of Twilight’s succulent morsel. “I’ve been waiting for this, like, all day!” The hunger within did not allow her words to last long, a continued return to the plunder she craved whenever she tried to halt for more than a moment. “Why’d you have to make me wait so long?”

Twilight felt a thin blanket of guilt fall upon her heart, one easily knocked away by the rush of pleasure that came from Sonata’s affections. She hadn’t been trying to keep herself out of reach, not from someone so loving; but the unintentional abstinence had done wonders, pushing these ravenous kisses to new heights of delight. Perhaps letting the starry-eyed Siren hunger for her so deeply wasn’t a poor idea. “I didn’t mean to,” she replied, struggling to push words past busied lips. “I’m sorry, I just- can I make it up to you?”

“You will? Really?” The dangling string between them trembled as Sonata pulled away, face alight with this new prospect.

“Of course I will! But- well… what do you want to do?” Twilight had been with the Sirens for a spare few months, gaining experience the longer she remained- but to call her the initiator, or the bedroom’s imagineer, would have been laughable.

“I wanna make you scream!” Sonata declared, eyeing her beauteous prize eagerly, ready for her meal. “Can I do that, huh? Please, pretty please?”

“But- but how’s that fun for you?” Twilight asked. “Don’t you want to me to- I- I dunno… do something for you?”

“Aw, you’re so sweet.” Sonata let herself lay atop her spectacled girlfriend and soak in this offering of affection. “You’re just the best girlfriend ever, always trying to make sure I’m happy, too. But it’s alright! You don’t have to worry about me tonight.”

“I don’t?”

“No. Because tonight,” Sonata whispered, “what’ll make me happy is making you cry. Now, can you please stick out your tongue for me?”

That was all she wanted? The whole thing felt a bit unfair; they’d so kindly taken her out for the evening, treated her like royalty, and still Sonata asked for nothing in return even when it came to love. Twilight’s hunger demanded she comply, but there had to be something she could offer her lovely paramour...

The moment Twilight’s tongue met open air, it became ensnared, Sonata’s lips wrapping about it and sucking away in wild abandon. Enough to make her gasp from the mere ferocity, she could only be left awed by how deeply the Siren craved her. Sonata’s efforts were the best she could give, the feeling of those lips about her pink morsel heavenly to behold. Always the most affectionate was she, and this evening was no exception. Those ferocious sucklings upon her tongue were immensely pleasurable, the rush of movement and loving motion crafted so as to steal breath away. But even as she began to regain her composure, Sonata allowed Twilight no reprieve; the sapphic frenzy slowed and transformed into a slower, smoother motion; the wild thing had become gentle, yet a firmer press that pulled more of her out into the open. The bright-eyed Siren plucked away at her lover, a rhythmic rocking that saw salivating muscle well-coated in the love of another, and most certainly well-massaged.

“Aah…” Twilight’s soft sigh echoed through the plush room as Sonata worked her magic, sloppy kisses always capable of eliciting ecstasy. In the far recesses of her mind, she had often considered asking Sonata to never stop: every moment together spent in the bonds of love, an endless kiss that saw them dance evermore. Now that she knew the feeling of the soft Siren’s tongue upon her own, the sensation of love so contentedly lathered, the absence was an ache she could not abide. Sonata’s own mewling cry came to meet those softened sounds, tongue meeting tongue in a happy, delicate dance as lips met again; eager to bond and slow to draw back, the two women happily lost themselves in their bliss.

Siren atop her perfect partner, hands happily stroked across flesh and wove themselves along. There was more to explore, to feel and enjoy; memory came alive as each recalled the body of the other, the need arising as each felt their desire continue to burn bright. Sonata’s voluptuous breasts called out and Twilight answered by letting her hands flow beneath fabric to where they rested, giving those nipples a robust knead; Sonata’s heart melted at the feel of that petite figure beneath her fingers, skin as soft as silk coming alive at her touch. She loved to hold Twilight like this, lost in the moment as they often became- utterly entranced by love, and eager for nothing but.

And right now, love called for a more thorough examination. There were even finer parts of Twilight to appreciate, and Sonata would not leave them unsatisfied tonight. The hand that had happily played with Twilight’s hair slithered its way downwards, tracing across skin until she found lingerie. Part of her wanted to see it torn away- but she wasn’t the only one who needed Twilight to be satisfied tonight, was she? It would be unsporting if she ruined all the fun; a little plundering was all the space she’d need.

Twilight’s kiss fell upon her lips and promptly halted. Fingers had found their way between folds and were slowly tracing along; there was playfulness in the movement, an intentional avoidance of more delightful depths. The nerdy woman tried to continue her own acts of love but found each movement was now a difficulty. These initial pluckings were not even the true act itself, but still enough to put her mind in a haze.

Sonata caught the look in her eyes and smiled, returning for a kiss that had no intention of ending anytime soon. Plying lips ensnared her beloved’s mouth, tongue seeking out its pair so as to further frolic. But down below, her fingers were beginning to quicken their pace, deepen their delving. No longer did she just trace the outlines of that marvelous flower, but slow brushes across its breadth for added measure. She would see Twilight satisfied in full, and that was an art that would take time.

Twilight’s first moan was muffled, and swiftly swatted away by Sonata’s licks. She wanted to simply lean back and enjoy her girlfriend’s fingering, but the guilt she had initially felt was now arising once more. How could she be a good girlfriend if she only allowed herself to be pleasured? That hardly seemed fair at all. She needed to offer something in return, despite her desires to just enjoy the experience. Even if her own skills in lovemaking were not so well-honed, it was the least she could do. Abandoning her massage of Sonata’s mounds, her own hand fell beneath panties and sought out treasure to plunder. Memory was her friend now, recollections of where Sonata like to be touched –and how- rising against the growing wave of orgasm.

“Mmmf…” Sonata hadn’t expected the action; her own sense of pleasure from sheer service alone had worked its wonders upon her, sensitivity from arousal pushing her surprisingly close to the edge. More than just the feeling of the action itself, but from whom it came, made each of Twilight’s flickerings all the more delightful. Her own work faltered for a moment, a shudder of pleasure coursing through her- then returning in intensity as she tried to give feeling to her gratitude. This perfect, sweet, adorable nerdy angel couldn’t resist loving her! How was she supposed to hold herself together when she kissed her, much less when she was getting fingered by her? Oh, it was all too perfect.

Their movements became more rapid as hips began to rock slightly. Struggle to hold back was becoming legitimate, each kiss becoming more thorough and vicious. Sonata was desperate to regain momentum, to see Twilight satisfied before her. In turn, Twilight was determined to show her affection; she had never seen Sonata enjoy her own work so deeply, as though she had become a legitimately skilled lover. It was a new thought- and an intoxicating one! Deeper did she plunge, more fiery were her strokes. She could feel Sonata beginning to gush, movement becoming all the more slick as viscous fluid continued to flow-

-Sonata had to pull away, she simply had to! If she kept kissing Twilight then she would certainly shatter! Desperate to offer up all of her love, she plunged deep into those luscious folds and struck home, a scoring pluck that she knew was the bookworm’s sweet spot-

The sound came loud and clear, a crystalline cry as Twilight was overcome at last, orgasm striking hard and swift as pent-up desire was satisfied. She could feel the rush, dopamine flowing as freely as her own juices and setting her mind afire. Instinct took over where intention had been, the work of her hands striking out blindly and without thought. All she knew was delight, and all from dear sweet Sonata..!

The sumptuous Siren was only able to enjoy her victory for a moment before she felt Twilight’s fingers pull at her very soul. The physical act of play and her own roiling emotions had put her on the knife’s edge- now set to falling by the sight of her dearest love set to satisfaction. She couldn’t resist, not for one more second even if she had wanted to. It was too much to take in at once, and so she let it flow freely. Twilight had wanted her to feel good, had she? Well, of course she would satisfy. No one else could make her feel like this.

The two women tried to catch their breath, faces flush from effort and the aftermath of delight. Rising from her place atop, Sonata pulled back and went to her knees, allowing Twilight room for air and reprieve. Slickened hands retreated, moistened fingers dampened and carrying a sweetened aphrodisiac.

“You… you nearly made me come first,” Sonata giggled, pulling Twilight’s hand so as to gain a few licks of her own juices. “You meanie.”

“You just… felt so good,” Twilight said sweetly, “I had to say thank you.”

“Oh, you really are the perfect girlfriend,” Sonata said, eagerly finding those lips for another kiss. “What would I do without you?”

Twilight turned a darker shade of pink, but did allow herself a smile. “You’re welcome. I just- you know…”

Sonata cocked her head. “Know what?”

It hadn’t been enough time together, but she had to say it aloud. She certainly felt it to be true, if not knew it to be true. “Love you. You know- a lot.”

“Love you, too, Twilight. Thanks for having fun with me! I know I couldn’t have waited a moment longer.” Turning herself about, Sonata rose to her feet and tried to wipe away what juices that had dared to dribble out from beneath now-soiled clothing, giving her appealing form a vigorous shake. “Hope you’re ready for more! I know Aria can hardly wait to get her hands on you! All that pent-up longing, oh my…”

A teasing wink and a smile as she departed, Sonata’s last words doing their work to rouse Twilight from her ecstasy, returning her to the normal world and all its trappings. Oh, that was right. She’d become so focused on this one moment, this one person, that she’d quite forgotten that she had more than one girlfriend. And Aria would indeed be eager; being the middle sister was not a title the twin-tailed Siren had quietly accepted, especially in their united relationship. She would be ferocious, hungering even. The thought was…

Twilight smiled. Poor Aria, always having to wait a little longer than she could handle. She’d just have to make it up to her, wouldn’t she?

Author's Note

Some people say I tease too much. Build-up, but not always a payoff. In terms of this thing's prequel, that's fair.

Keep reading, I guess.