|Gabrielle had no underwear on. This had become eminently visible to
Jenna as soon as Gabrielle put her feet up, and it made it quite
impossible for her to read. Her gaze kept being drawn to the curly
red hair and cute little slit where the smaller woman's legs met.
Eventually, she gave up even the pretense of reading and threw the
magazine back onto the table. "So did you get a vibrator?" she asked.
"Huh?" Gabrielle returned from wherever her daydreams had taken her.
"No, what use would that have been anyway? If I could use that I could
just as well have got in on with Xena."
"Ah. Of course."
"I mean, we've tried it any number of times, getting some good groping
and licking in when we're not in shot, but an episode is only about 40
minutes long so we've usually only got going when we're on camera
again and we have to pretend we're interested in the plot of the week.
At least it usually ends with a big fight so we get to work off
"Maybe..." Ivanova begun. Jenna noticed that she was holding her
magazine the wrong way up. "Maybe we could help?"
"You mean you could get someone here to complain to?" Gabrielle said.
"Why are you waiting here, then?"
"No," Ivanova said. "I mean, maybe we could help you get rid of some
of that ... frustration."
"Oh? How? I mean, we're not even from the same series, how could you
help us get the time to play around?"
"I think Susan was thinking of a more immediate and short-term
solution to the problem," Jenna said.
"I don't want a short-term solution, I want to be able to do
Xena whenever, however and for as long as I like. Just having her once
or twice would be worse than nothing in the long run."
Gabrielle got up from her seat and walked back to the counter, trying
again to see if there was anybody in there. Jenna leaned over the
"Is she this thick or is she just playing hard to get?" she whispered
to Ivanova, who had also leaned forward.
"I don't know," Ivanova replied. "But I sure wouldn't mind getting
into that skirt."
Jenna blushed slightly. "Me neither," she said. "Why don't you just
Ivanova looked quickly towards where Gabrielle stood. She was pressing
her face against the glass, keeping the light out with her hands in an
attempt to see better. Slightly bent forward like that, her firm young
ass strained against the red-brown material of her skirt in a most
"I can't do that," Ivanova said. "What if she gets upset? Did you see
her banging at the glass with that staff? She'd beat me into a pulp in
no time!" She paused to think. "Although I'd rather like to see her
have a go at Neroon."
Jenna's gaze turned to Gabrielle's posterior and stayed there. "So
what do we do?" she said, still whispering.
Ivanova joined her in admiring the scenery. "Don't ask me. I suck at
personal relationship stuff."
"This place is so not working," Gabrielle said and turned
around. "I think...," she began to say. She stopped when she noticed
the other two women staring in the general direction of her crotch.
They hurriedly looked away and failed miserably to pretend that nothing
out of the ordinary had happened.
"You know," Gabrielle said, "I'm beginning to suspect that when you
said you could help me take care of my frustration you weren't
thinking about helping me get it on with Xena at all."
Jenna pushed Gabrielle's hair aside with her nose and caught her
ear lobe gently between her teeth. She stood behind the smaller woman,
her arms reaching around her. On the other side, Ivanova was standing,
kissing Gabrielle deeply. Jenna was trying to get Ivanova's uniform
jacket off, which wasn't all that easy when she couldn't see what she
was doing. She tought Ivanova was trying to get Gabrielle's top off,
but she wasn't sure. Just as she got Ivanova's jacket open and got at
her breasts, she heard both the other women gasp for air.
"I...", Gabrielle had time to say before Ivanova started kissing her
again. Jenna started in on the buttons on Ivanova's white blouse. She
felt hands move against her chest, and Gabrielle's top was removed and
thrown aside. She gave in to temptation, abandoned Ivanova's blouse
and began to play with Gabrielle's now-exposed nipples instead.
"I...", Gabrielle tried again, and this time she dodged Ivanova's
mouth. "I appreciate what you're doing, but--". Her skirt fell away,
loosened by Ivanova's nimble fingers, fingers that quickly found their
way to more interesting ground. "--I'm really ooh that feels soo good
a one-woman ah yes girl, really, so please mmmm stop doing that
Reluctantly, Jenna let go of Gabrielle's breasts and took a step back.
In front, Ivanova did more or less the same.
"It's not that I'm not grateful or don't like it or anything,"
Gabrielle said after she'd caught her breath, "but I really don't want
to be unfaithful to Xena, you know?"
"You could consider it practice for when you do get the chance to make
love to your girlfriend," Ivanova said. Jenna kept silent, admiring
Gabrielle's muscular back, well-shaped buttocks and lovely legs.
"An interesting idea, but I don't really think she'd see it that way.
I'm sorry I got you all worked up in vain... Although you didn't seem
to mind touching each other...?" Gabrielle looked over her shoulder at
Jenna, questioningly. "I won't mind if you want to continue without
me." An impish grin spread over her face. "I could watch and learn,"
Ivanova looked at Jenna. Jenna looked back.
"Well, we nearly said we'd teach her, didn't we?" Jenna said.
"We certainly nearly did," Ivanova said. "And we can't go back on our
almost given word, now can we?" She undid her pants and wiggled them
"Absolutely not," Jenna said while removing her blouse.
Gabrielle sat in one of the chairs, stark naked but for her
knee-high red boots. On the couch Jenna and Ivanova were, in between
kissing and fondling, playfully removing from each other what few
scraps of clothing they still wore.
"Playing around and not taking things too seriously is quite
important," Jenna said while Ivanova kissed her way down her belly.
"You can keep things up for longer that way."
"Of course," Ivanova said, "it's not always you want to take it slow."
She quickly slid two fingers into Jenna's wet slit. Jenna yelped.
"Sometimes you want it hard, fast and right now," Ivanova
continued. She started sliding her fingers in and out.
Jenna closed her eyes and laid back, enjoying the ministrations. With
an effort of will she opened her eyes, and saw Gabrielle part her legs
enough to get a hand in between them. She was watching Ivanova
intently, and as the dark-haired woman lowered her head so she could
reach Jenna's pussy with her mouth Gabrielle let out a vaguely
"Oh, yes, oh, I love that," Jenna mumbled as Ivanova's tongue slid
over sensitive flesh. "Keep doing that. Keep doing that for a
By now, Gabrielle was openly stroking herself.
"Are you sure you don't want to join us?" Jenna said, with plenty of
pauses for heavy breaths.
Slowly, tentatively, Gabrielle got up from the chair. She sat down on
the table and extended a hesitant hand Ivanova's side. She stroked her
gently, slowly, exploring the feel of her warm, soft skin. Her hand
followed the curves of Ivanova's body for as far as she could reach,
traveling over her thigh, hip and waist before it ended up softly
squeezing a smallish breast. Not hearing any protests, she moved
closer so she could use both hands and reach further. The hand that
played with Ivanova's breast moved down a bit to stroke the inside of
Jenna's thigh, the other one reached behind Ivanova where Jenna
couldn't see what it did but whatever it was it made Ivanova start and
"Fun, isn't it?" Jenna said.
Gabrielle nodded distractedly. She was watching Ivanova licking
Jenna's pussy, obviously fascinated.
"Let me try that," she said.
Ivanova moved aside a little, and after moving Jenna's leg a bit
Gabrielle got her face close enough and got to work. While possibly
not as experienced as Ivanova, she brought an enthusiasm and
inventiveness to the situation that soon had Jenna moaning loudly and
gasping for release. Ivanova moved up along Jenna's body until she
could reach her breasts and, incidentally, so that Jenna could reach
hers. It also made it possible for Gabrielle to reach the middle of
Ivanova, and she wasted no time sliding a finger or two into her
vagina. She slid one into Jenna's as well, while moving the tip of her
tongue in circles around her clitoris. With only a second or two of
warning, orgasm swept through Jenna. She cried out and pushed
Gabrielle's head into her crotch, wanting as much pressure as she
could get on her sex. The feelings subsided, and she more or less
collapsed into a heap.
"Pleased?" Ivanova asked.
"Mmmm," Jenna nodded.
"Care to move aside a bit so I and Gabrielle here can go on?"
"Nah. Lie on top of me."
Ivanova raised an eyebrow. "Ok," she said. She turned so her back was
against Jenna's front and her ass between her legs.
"Come here, cutie," she said to Gabrielle, who had looked on amusedly.
Gabrielle crawled up Ivanova until their mouths met in a sloppy kiss.
More or less simultaneously they reached for each others' pussies,
both moving enough to make it possible for the other to reach. Their
combined weight lay heavy on Jenna, but she found it oddly
comfortable. She reached around Ivanova and stroked the sides of both
the other women while they moved against each other. Their movements
became steadily more urgent until first Gabrielle and finally Ivanova
For a while they just lay there, enjoying nothing more complex than
the comfort of feeling another warm body being close.