I took a bottle of champagne over to Elsie and Joerg, but I needn't have done so: there was already one in a cooler, and it was opened as soon as I had arrived and we had stripped and sat into the Jacuzzi - as if nothing had happened at all. I noticed at once that the two of them were very much in love, they must have had a good talk together, so there were no dark clouds between them anymore, but just a strong sense of attraction.
The night had come and brought on a velvet sky full of stars, and the sparkling wine directly went into our blood. We felt so light-headed, with a kind of happiness only good friends can feel when they know that their hearts are beating in unison. It was clear from the beginning that today was Elsie's day, so she was sitting between us, relaxed and calm, sensual and expectant.
She loved feeling our hands on her body. I felt at once that she was freshly shaved, and she sighed deeply when our fingers trailed her now smooth and sensitive patch. Later on their big bed, with a glass of wonderful Barolo in our hands, kneeling between her legs that were spread wide apart, Joerg and I admired her thorough shaving job. And whenever anyone touched her soft and bald mound, she wiggled and moaned ever so sweetly.
Elsie suggested they could shave me, too, so I would feel as good as she, but we postponed that for some later time. Instead we did something which I knew both of them would enjoy, like they have many times before. So Elsie, lying on her back, put her head in my lap, so that I could look into her eyes and stroke her hair and face, while Joerg entered her carefully. And then their big waterbed started to rock in this particular, slow, deep, regular way only waterbeds do, and it went on and on and intensified until both my friends felt happy and spent, and it calmed only when we lay on our backs next to each other, and only our hands touched.
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