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Bisexual Beach Reads
(Giselle Renarde)

There were three separate berths if we needed our own space, but I liked sleeping between Steven and Virginia.  I liked feeling their arms around me as I fell asleep, and waking up in their warm embrace.

"What kind of moment would you like to have?" Steven asked as he traced his thumb along my jaw line.

That action made up my mind for me. His touch never failed to arouse.  My lips surrendered to his kiss, as they always did, and I wondered what their fans??"our fans??"would think if they knew what sensuous things happened in the back of our tour bus.

Virginia parted my legs, as she was always quick to do, and unbuttoned the front of my long dress.  On stage, I dressed like her.  It just seemed the thing to do.  Steven, for his part, wore dusty jeans and corduroy jackets.  He was much more fashionable than Virginia and I put together, and the way his clothing sat against his skin always made me want to tear them off, even on stage.

I think I sang better when I was turned on.

When my dress hung open at the front, Virginia fondled one breast.  Steven grabbed the other.  I'd taken to going braless, just like Virginia.  It felt so freeing to get up on stage and dance around, feeling my breasts swing and sway with the music.

Virginia strummed my nipple softly while Steven buried her face in the crook of my neck.  I remember him doing exactly that when I was a child, tickling that sensitive spot with his beard. Now that he went clean-shaven, it didn't feel at all the same.  In fact, as he kissed my neck, the only tickle I felt was between my legs.