For The Longest Night

It was the night of the winter solstice, the longest and darkest night of the year. Shiva had heard from Tony and Rebecca that they had decided to celebrate this pivotal night of darkness with the kind of sensual experimentation and sexual abandon they enjoyed so much. They told her they wanted to mark the death and the rebirth of the sun with their own nightlong celebration of their sexuality to pay tribute to the standing-still of the sun and the change from autumn into winter in the best way they knew. So they had invited her, their long-standing openly bisexual friend, with whom they had shared several previous adventures, to join them in their festivities. Shiva without hesitation had accepted their invitation enthusiastically and with eager anticipation.

She arrived at the home of her friends as the shortest day was gradually waning into late afternoon, still battling for an albeit futile survival. The three began their celebration with sweet martinis in the candle-lit living room, sipping their drinks and chatting amicably as the day faded into night.

When the darkness was complete, they proceeded to the festively decorated and candle-lit dining room where Rebecca served a delectable meal of beef tenderloin, medallions grilled in red wine and enhanced with sautéed mushrooms and onions, small whole new potatoes doused with melted herbal butter, baby carrots glazed with butter and maple syrup, and freshly baked crusty rolls. Tony had selected a particularly full-bodied Merlot to serve with the meal and toast the solstice with an appropriate libation.

The night was crisp and clear, the stars razor-sharp in the dark sky, the thin sickle of a new moon just rising above the horizon, a precariously tilted canoe floating into the sea of stars, slowly working its way upwards into the constellations. It was an unusually perfect combination of celestial bodies in an unusually perfect night. The three celebrants considered themselves very fortunate to be able to have their special get-together at such an auspicious time. They raised their glasses to the night with a brief, poignant toast and marked the occasion of a few moments of silence and reflection.

When they finished their animated dinner and emptied a couple of bottles of wine amid their chatter and laughter, Rebecca went around the room extinguishing all the candles save two with which she led her husband and their friend up the stairs and into their bedroom. She had gone to great lengths to make the king-size bed fresh and new, sprinkled scented powder over the silken sheets and pillows, and placed several colored pillar candles around the room. She walked around the room slowly, reverently lighting each candle in turn before extinguishing the two from downstairs and putting them away. Then she went to the stereo in the corner cabinet, inserted a CD of soft instrumental music, and turned the volume to low.

Shiva smiled approvingly. She loved ceremonial nights like this, and Tony and Rebecca never disappointed. They knew and understood the significance of rituals, and she always enjoyed being at their house with them for special occasions. She inhaled deeply as she let her eyes wander around the room and filled her sensitive being with the pleasant atmosphere Rebecca had created for them.

Tony and Rebecca stepped up to her and began to take off her clothes, slowly and deliberately as they always did and as she enjoyed it the most, taking their time undressing her and touching her until she stood naked between them. She was a tall, willowy young woman with an attractive face framed by straight dark hair she let fall down over her firm white breasts to add to her natural allure, to the titillating softness of her breasts. She knew how much her friends appreciated her body.

She stood perfectly still between her two hosts, letting them run their hands over her smooth skin, her beautiful contours, the attractive lines of her curves. She shuddered with delight and anticipation as the two caressed her lightly, admiringly, moved her hair out of the way to fondle her breasts and tease her nipples. Then she parted her legs slightly to let them trace their way down to her soft white thighs and find her gradually swelling and dampening pussy.

She was a sensitive and luxurious creature and would have been quite content to just letting herself be caressed like that. Being the sensuous person that she was, she always delighted in being the centre of attention and having her sumptuous body admired and touched and stroked, but she knew well enough that that wasn’t the purpose of the nocturnal arrangement. She had come to know her place and her function in the triangle her friends had created with her, and she was quite prepared to play her own role as soon as they were ready to proceed.

As she had known they would, Tony and Rebecca detached themselves from her after their lengthy fondling and concentrated on each other. Shiva knew she would only be in the way, so she climbed up on the bed, stretched out lusciously on the powdered sheets, and watched intently while her hosts embraced and kissed each other deeply and passionately as their personal prelude to the night of sensuous delights.

The two began to disrobe slowly, focusing their full attention on their clothes as they removed them piece by piece, revealing more and more of their own bodies in the flickering light of the candles. It was like watching a slow-motion pantomime, so much time did the two spend on such a simple thing as disrobing. Shiva didn’t mind at all.

They were quite a bit older than she, but they were very attractive in their own ways and she always enjoyed watching them kissing and undressing and fondling each other, the secret voyeur in her. She moved one hand down to her pussy and started rubbing herself lightly as the two pulled their last pieces of clothing off each other and stood naked by the bed.

Rebecca was in the prime of her womanhood, with full, inviting breasts, good waist and hips, and nicely rounded buttocks. Her face was still quite youthful, and she kept her reddish hair quite short to accentuate her classic features. Shiva felt the urge to jump up and wrap her into her arms, but she restrained herself to wait her turn. Her chance at caressing the other woman’s body would come in good time.

She felt the same way about Tony’s naked form, but contented herself with watching him from her vantage point on the bed. He was quite tall and slender, with muscular arms and legs, a temptingly hairy chest, invitingly tight buttocks, and an impressive penis and balls. He always seemed to exude a strongly arousing sense of masculinity combined with an admirable self-assurance and relaxed nonchalance.

What intrigued her the most was his long hair and full beard he had been growing for as long as she had known him. As a freelance writer working from home, he didn’t have to worry about tonsorial considerations. She always felt like nuzzling right into his beard, and often enough did when the time was right. She loved it especially when he used his special cologne and she could bury herself in his scent.

She watched intently as the two started to run their hands all over their bodies, an obviously experienced couple totally used to and familiar with each other. They were rubbing and squeezing each other fervently, being completely used to her presence and relaxed and free in front of her. He was reaching for her opulent breasts with the rosy nipples, she for his erection, stimulating each other with skilled and proven caresses until she could tell they were getting quite aroused and began to wish they would shift their focus on her.

When the night reached its midpoint, they finally detached themselves from each other and climbed on the scented bed with her, one on each side, initiating the second part of their ritual. She turned on her side to face Rebecca and took her into her arms, sighing deeply with the pent-up longing for her friend’s body. Tony propped himself up on one elbow and watched the two women embrace and begin their own stimulations. It had become their usual routine over the time they had spent together as a threesome, but it didn’t feel like a rut they were falling into; it just felt right and comfortable and good every time they were together.

Shiva took Rebecca’s opulent breasts into her hands without hesitation, twin prominences in the luxurious landscape of her body. She ran her fingers over the soft white slopes, traced the full contours, played with the pronounced nipples until they hardened under her touch like buds growing from the surfaces and adorning the pliable mounds. Rebecca reciprocated immediately, returning the pleasurable favor, and the two women sighed and moaned contentedly with their mutual stimulations.

Acutely aware of Tony’s presence and his patient wait for his turn, Shiva climbed over top of him to the other side and pushed him gently on his back. She snuggled her face into his soft beard, inhaling the tempting fragrance of his masculinity, and began to glide her hands over his body, stopping long enough on his chest to run her fingers through his tantallizing curls and play with his nipples until he groaned his approval of her ministrations with unconcealed pleasure.

Rebecca joined Shiva on her husband’s body, losing herself in her own explorations of his familiarly unique characteristics. As if by silent communication, the two women simultaneously reached for his twitching penis with their hands and wrapped their fingers around his hard rod, tall totem of his masculinity aching for the sky. Together they pulled back his foreskin to expose his pink glans, then started stroking and rubbing him slowly and deliberately, twin manipulation of a stiff staff pointing the way into their rich night of erotic pleasures.

He gasped when Shiva moved down on him, took his penis from Rebecca’s hand, and sucked it into her sensuous mouth with the full lips and the eager tongue. She delighted in sucking his erection, tasting his masculine emanations, licking his moist glans, closing her lips around him and moving her mouth all the way down to the thick base until she could feel his twitching head way down in her throat. It didn’t take her long to bring him to a shuddering orgasm, his ejaculate gushing into her with such force that she had difficulties swallowing it all.

She kept him in her mouth, sucking passionately until the last droplets oozed out of him and she let him go. He moaned deeply when she surfaced and kissed her way up his body. When she reached his lips, she kissed him fully, her mouth still coated with his cum. Then she climbed back over him to Rebecca’s side and immediately went down on her. Rebecca cried out with barely concealed anticipation, joyfully spread her legs for her friend, and pulled up her knees. Shiva positioned herself comfortably between her legs with easy access to her dripping pussy and began her ministrations.

She dove eagerly into her, hungry for the other woman, and buried her face between her thighs. Her lips quickly found the swollen folds, the sweet nectar of her juices, the soft insides of her pussy. Thirsty for the other woman’s enchanted emanations, she began to lick the cornucopia of the familiar yet always tantallizing tastes and smells, sucking fervently with her lips, probing the wet nooks and crannies with her tongue, a delirious snake in a treasure trove of blissful delights. She enjoyed tonguing Rebecca every time they were together, savoring the different and unique flavors and textures each encounter brought with it.

Out of the corner of her eyes, she could see Tony ardently fondling Rebecca’s swelling breasts, bending over her to kiss the sweet globes, taking her nipples into his mouth and suckling them to his heart’s content. Feeling that they had spent enough time on Rebecca, Shiva sought out her protruding clit with her tongue and licked it fervently until it was wet and hard. Then she took it between her lips and sucked it until she could feel Rebecca’s body beginning to twitch under her and rapidly moving towards the apex of her arousal.

Without letting go of Rebecca’s pussy, she shifted her body until her open thighs were close enough to Tony’s face for him to get the hint and shift his focus from his wife to her. He immediately grabbed her firm buttocks with both hands, pulled her up towards him, and buried his face between her milky thighs. Eagerly licking the droplets from her wispy pubic hair, he dove thirstily into her treasure box of fragrant juices, aromatic scents, engorged lips.

He tongued her expertly, as he always did, licking her forcefully and with abandon, then found her clit and started tonguing it skillfully until she could feel her own body beginning to shudder from the onset of her orgasm. She bore down on Rebecca’s sweet protuberance, sucking seriously now and with determination as Tony was licking and sucking her in his own excitement. After a few moments of the intense stimulation, the two women were swept up to the dizzying heights of their arousal, reaching the point of swift transition at the same time, and rocking and thrashing frantically through their mutual release.

Shiva and Tony kept their mouths glued to the respective pussies to give both women a chance to deliver themselves from the pent-up energies, their bodies suffused with the intensity of their release. The currents of their arousal were rushing through their minds, filling their souls, transforming the very essence of their beings into wildly vibrating clusters of excitement, blinding explosions, mind-numbing eruptions of their internal volcanoes. They kept riding on the releasing breakers until they thought they couldn’t keep riding any longer yet they still did.

Sudden recognitions coursed through them, recognitions of their true natures as women, as human beings, as individual corners of an incredibly agitated, suffused, and transformed triangle transporting them into the delicious realms of absolute fulfillment, delirious ecstasy, all-encompassing release. They lost track of the number of orgasms rushing through her bodies as they reached their absolute heights and triumphant completions.

Shiva only regretted that Tony couldn’t be part of their final ride through the primordial storehouse of their deepest emotions, but she wouldn’t have known how to provide a man with the same kind of experience, quick and final as their orgasms were. Perhaps someday she would learn to gauge the male psyche, grow into a better lover more intimately familiar and attuned to their internal machinations, evolve to a higher level of awareness of the opposite sex.

Yet when she recovered from her incredible experience and looked at Tony from where she was still draped over Rebecca’s thighs, he seemed quite content with himself, judging from the transfixed smile of inner peace, absolute satiation, and transfused contentment playing over his flushed face. His softly contented eyes looked down on her and his wife with a look of utter pleasure, profound admiration, deeply-felt emotional satisfaction and release. Perhaps as a male he didn’t need more that what they had given him, more than what they were capable of giving him with their limited understanding of the physical makeup of the male and his psyche.

Still though, she vowed to herself to become more cognizant of what it was like to be male as opposed to female, and make her vow a new part of her intellectual, emotional, and spiritual quest. Perhaps it was possible for a woman to know more about men than society and her upbringing and her education dictated that she could, or even should. But then, it was also possible that such a thing could only be accomplished in a kind of reversal of the myth of Teiresias, the blind prophet who was transformed into a woman for seven years to learn what it was like to be woman.

It was highly unlikely, she mused as she floated through the afterglow of her highly orgasmic nocturnal encounter, that she would ever be transformed into a man. Still though, she told herself with determination, she would keep trying to at least approach some vague understanding of what it was like to be man. One never knew what her soul might still be capable of learning, to what extent she might still be able to grow.

While her musing was keeping her awake despite her physical exhaustion, her hosts were cuddled up in each other’s arms, obviously very content and satisfied with themselves waiting for the longest night to come to an end before letting themselves fall asleep. Shiva decided she should really get some sleep herself. The eastern horizon was beginning to glow faintly with the advent of the new day, a soft early sheen heralding the rebirth of the sun, the beginning of the new season, and for her, just perhaps, the first few moments of a new segment of her spiritual quest.