Venus' Finest Ch. 01

"Yes." Molly met his gaze, then Elizabeth's. "As long as we're together, this is where I want to be."

Simon smiled. He held her hand, squeezing it as he leaned closer, his palm pressed against her bush as he stroked her. Her wetness covered his fingers, and he could feel her lips growing full and her button growing larger as her blood rose.

Her breath heavy, Molly put one hand on the front of Simon's trousers, feeling his manhood standing tall. Her other hand petted the front of Elizabeth's skirt. "I want to see to the both of you, as well," she murmured.

"There'll be time for that," Elizabeth whispered. "You're coming home with me, after all."

Molly smiled.

"But you already have a lot of expectations," Simon went on. "Society expects you to do so much for us. Let us take care of you first."

Elizabeth kissed Molly's cheek, then progressed slowly back, kissing a path along her ear and nibbling gently on the lobe. "Let us do this for you, miss Molly."

Molly let out a trembling breath. "If that's what makes you happy, then yes, please."

"It does," Simon replied. Elizabeth watched his hand stroke her, one finger slipping just between her lips as two more traced a path along them. Someday Simon would do this for her, and someday sooner Molly would do it for her too. She half-expected there to be a tension between the desire for their pleasure and the desire for her own. Instead, though, she found that their pleasure stirred the fires within her, and she knew they would only burn hotter for having had to wait.

"I want to bring you higher," Simon said. He leaned in to kiss Molly's cheek, and Elizabeth kissed the other. "I want to make you as happy as you can stand. Perhaps a bit happier, even."

Molly closed her eyes, her chest rising and falling rapidly. Elizabeth kissed her neck, and Molly leaned against her. Molly's hair smelled of lilies and sweat. Beneath that, though, it smelled of her, something unique that Elizabeth couldn't believe she hadn't noticed before.

"You can fall apart if you need to," Simon said.

"We'll catch you," Elizabeth added.

"Oh yes," Molly whispered.

Simon squeezed Molly's hand. He could feel the tension in her grip, and see it in her posture. He and Elizabeth were bringing her to her peak. He wondered how she would look when her climax overtook her, the pleasure that she'd kept so bottled up finally finding release.

"There's so much more I wish to do with you," Elizabeth said, leaning close. "I've spent years trying not to think of how much I wish to kiss you." She interrupted herself with a kiss. Molly moaned into her mouth, and Elizabeth could scarcely contain herself. "I want to give you the kisses I should have been giving you all along."

"Miss Elizabeth," Molly gasped. "Oh, you can."

"I'm not sure," Elizabeth said. She kissed her way down from Molly's mouth, along her chin and down to her neck. "I'm not sure we have enough time tonight for me to kiss your bosom. Petticoats take some time to remove."

Molly gasped, biting her lip.

"I want to kiss your lips, as well," Elizabeth went on. Molly pulled her in for a kiss, brief and intense, and Elizabeth smiled.

"Well, yes," she said. "Those lips. But also those Simon is tending to."

"As best I can," Simon said.

"Your best is quite enjoyable," Molly managed.

"Once we're on Venus, you can have me however you wish," he said. "I am yours, but I'll be able to show you so."

"Make love to me," she murmured.

"Yes," Simon whispered, squeezing her hand, then raising it to his lips. "You can take me inside you." He slipped a finger inside her, then another, stroking her passage each way. "We won't have anything to hide then. You can let me love you without having to pretend."

"Yes," Molly said. "Oh yes. I want you inside me."

"You'll have me," he rasped. Elizabeth saw his manhood straining against his trousers; he wished he was doing more, just as much as she did.

"I'll be there when you have him," Elizabeth whispered. Molly and Simon both moaned, and Elizabeth's fire rose as she went on. "Sometimes we'll all be pleasing each other, and sometimes I'll be watching you. But I'll be there."

Elizabeth squeezed Molly's hand, and Molly squeezed back, almost to the point of pain. Simon's fingers moved faster now, making a quiet and indecorous sound with each stroke, and Molly's beautiful bosom rose and fell in time with his movements. Every inch of her skin was red, as though she blushed.

"I'll watch your passions rise along with his," Elizabeth said. "And when he fills you with his seed, I'll be there to see."

"Oh!" Molly cried.

"Do you want that?" Simon asked.

"Yes!"

"Then it's yours."

Molly twisted in the seat as her pleasure overtook her. She squeezed their hands, desperate to let them feel her pleasure. She leaned close to Elizabeth, her moans of ecstasy filling Elizabeth's ears, filling her thoughts, filling her hopes. She kissed Elizabeth's neck, and Elizabeth savored the touch of her lips. Molly's womanhood moved as she reached her peak, her lips squeezing Simon's fingers as they slid inside her. He held her hand, and stroked her, feeling every wave of pleasure as they broke across her. He leaned his head against her shoulder, and caught Elizabeth's eye. They smiled, and held Molly until she came down.

Eventually, Molly's panting breath began to slow. She opened her eyes, taking in the sight of Simon and Elizabeth smiling back at her. She glanced between them, pleasure and gratitude and worry in her expression.

"Thank you," she murmured.

"Surely," Simon whispered.

She squeezed their hands once more. "Please, let us make this work."

"Yes," Simon replied.

"Everything in our power, we shall do," Elizabeth said. She glanced through the privacy screen at the stage. "I think the play is almost done, though."

"Oh dear," Molly murmured. "I need to get dressed."

Elizabeth patted her shoulder. "We'll help you. Take the time you need."

Simon reached down to pick up Molly's knickers, and slid them back onto her legs. Molly glanced down. "I hope I haven't made a mess of my dress."

Simon reached into his pocket and handed her his handkerchief. Molly took it, with a smile at Elizabeth.

"How gentlemanly," Molly said. "Someday soon I shall endeavour to return the favor."

The audience outside began to applaud. Elizabeth glanced down to see the cast taking their bows; the boxes would be ready to descend in a moment.

Molly stood. Her hair was somewhat disheveled, but her dress was straight and proper. "I shall need to adjourn to the washroom before we return to the zeppelin," she said.

"We all should, if we're to avoid suspicion," Simon said. "Once the box descends, we'll need to keep everything proper."

"Until we meet again," Molly replied.

"We shall write to you tomorrow," Elizabeth said. "And every day. I'll be certain to send Molly to carry messages to you."

"We shall need to begin planning our colonist choices immediately," Molly added.

Elizabeth smiled. "It feels like only moments ago when you were reminding us not to speak of nothing but Venus."

"I wished to make sure you enjoyed a pleasant social evening," Molly replied. "I consider that goal to have been met."

"Indeed," Simon said. "Before we descend, though, I have one other thing to give you." He took Molly's hands and pulled her close, then kissed her. Outside, the applause had faded and been replaced by the chatter of the crowd, but neither Molly nor Simon took any notice until the box began to move.

Molly drew back, smiling deviously, and Simon pulled her back in for one last kiss. He meant it to be brief, but it wasn't. First Molly and then Simon would pull back, knowing that the moment had to end, before diving back in and pulling the other along. Elizabeth began to worry that the box would arrive before they finished. When the box reached the bottom level, though, they recognized it and pulled back.

"One kiss is for you, and one is for Miss Elizabeth," Simon replied with a smile.

Molly frowned in mock confusion. "But which one is which?"

Simon laughed.

"If it's alright, Molly," Elizabeth volunteered, "I'll try them both and see which one I like."

They exchanged one last round of knowing glances, then stood properly apart as the box reached the ground level, gears clanking as the doors opened. Elizabeth glanced over at Molly, newly amazed and slightly jealous of her ability to mask her emotions so effectively. But, she reminded herself, no one would wonder why she looked happy after a social engagement with a gentleman. She didn't need to hide her emotions; she only needed to keep quiet about part of their source.

Elizabeth adjourned to the washroom, managing to get her pulse largely under control, and stop herself from smelling too much like Molly. She stepped out to find Molly waiting demurely for her, and Simon standing near the door. She took his arm, and they walked to the zeppelin.

"Thank you for a lovely evening," Elizabeth said as they arrived.

"The pleasure was mine," Simon replied.

Elizabeth smiled slightly, glancing at Molly, but saw Molly's neutral expression and reminded herself to remain proper.

"I hope to see you again soon," she said. "I hope to spend as many evenings this way as possible."

Simon smiled and kissed Elizabeth's hand. Victorian rules of politeness allowed such a gesture, but her heart leapt all the same. "As many as we can."

With a bow, and one final smile, Simon stepped back so that Molly and Elizabeth could board.

--

"Tell me about your evening, Elizabeth," the Countess demanded.

"It was lovely, mother," Elizabeth replied. Molly stood behind her in the entryway, and Elizabeth tried to draw comfort and guile in her presence. "Duke Harington was a perfect gentleman." She gave what she hoped was a convincingly deferential smile. "He even supplied a handkerchief as necessary."

"I see," the Countess replied. "And the play?"

"It...covered familiar ground," Elizabeth replied.

"Barbier and Carre's operatic score is a masterpiece, in my opinion. I hope you and the Duke enjoyed it."

"We certainly did," Elizabeth said. "Everyone watching was enthralled by the score."

The Countess nodded. "I should think so. The company's soloist for Juliet is exquisite."

Elizabeth smiled. "Our leading lady's voice was incredible, mother."

"Well," the Countess said with a benevolent smile. "I was concerned that your research would impede your search for a suitable match, but this is an excellent start. Unless a more promising match should present itself, you should continue to spend time with the Duke."

A half-dozen uncharitable thoughts crossed Elizabeth's mind, but she carefully kept her face neutral. "It will be my pleasure, mother."

"Good," the Countess replied. "Now, run along to bed. It's quite late."

--

"You did quite well, miss," Molly whispered as they stepped into Elizabeth's chambers.

"Thank you, Molly," Elizabeth replied. She shut the door carefully, listening for the click before turning to face Molly with a deep breath. "I still worry about maintaining the deception for six months."

"You're more capable than you realize, miss," Molly said.

Elizabeth smiled. "When we're in private, you don't have to call me miss if you prefer not to."

Molly's cheeks flushed, ever so slightly, and Elizabeth smiled. "What would you like me to call you?"

"Elizabeth would be appropriate."

"Let me try it," Molly began. She cleared her throat and met Elizabeth's eyes. "I know you must be quite excited after the evening's events," she said, stepping closer. "Would you like me to help you sleep, Elizabeth?"

It was Elizabeth's turn to blush, and she did so profusely. She didn't know how Molly conveyed her emotions this way, how she managed to make her words smolder like a fire on a winter's night, rife with the promise of heat and light. She didn't know how she found herself lucky enough to find such love, from sweethearts both far and near. But she was that lucky, and she would not let that luck pass her by.

"Yes," she said. "Yes, I would like that very much." And, taking Molly's hand, she led her to the bed.