"A threesome?" Cherie almost yelped. "With Julie Thorpe? Are you mad, girl?"

Karen grinned, amused and a little relieved by her gorgeous young lover's reaction. They had been discussing the subject for several minutes before Cherie had let her opinions show.

"Hey, that's what she asked," Karen explained. "And she would like you and I to help make her sneeze."

"What is she allergic to?" Cherie demanded. "I don't do pepper tricks on myself and I won't do them for anyone else. You could be looking at a nose reconstruction playing with that stuff."

Karen shook her head.

"Oleander, she told me. Going to bring some crushed leaves which let off a pretty strong odour to say the least."

Karen was sitting on the sofa, feet curled delicately under her. She looked as sleek as a cat that had discovered the mouse hole of life.

Cherie paced slowly in front of her, a sure sign that she was nervous.

"How did this come up?" she asked.

Karen considered a moment.

"Well, she knows you and I are a couple," she said. "Says it's her fantasy to have a threesome with two other girls. So it seems she picked us because we're 'so feminine'. She raised her fingers indicating quotation marks. "Anyway, she says that if I liked the idea, could I discuss it with you."

Karen paused to rearrange her thoughts and then went on.

"In two weeks, Julie leaves for Canberra. She was dux of the class, as I told you, and she was headhunted for Junior Legal Advisor in the Attorney General's Office. Bottom rung of a high reaching ladder. She says she wants to try this before she goes and she wants to try it with us. What do you say?"

Cherie stopped pacing and sat down next to Karen, swinging around to recline cross-legged, no mean feat given that she had legs like a champion colt.

"I guess I'm prepared to do it. Could be fun." She paused and looked Karen straight in the eye. "How, though, did the sneezing come up? Is our secret out?"

Karen shook her head. "No, nothing like that. I think she must have seen us. I have gotten a bit too public with you a couple of times. In fact, Heather Gordon's 21st is the one that springs to mind. The one time you, of all people, forget your hanky."

Cherie grimaced. "I shall never drink wine again if this is what happens later on," she said.

Karen took a deep breath. "Anyway, she asked me what it was that got me off in a girl. I went red, as you do, and said that nothing did. So, she just grins and says that it's sneezing, isn't it. That I've got some kind of fetish."

"You ever see her sneeze?" Cherie broke in abruptly.

Karen nodded. "Couple of times"

"Big?"

"As big as yours, maybe a little more, even."

Cherie nodded slowly, stroking her chin. "Go on."

"I admitted that I enjoy my partner-you-sneezing because we have something special together. Doesn't mean it's a sexual thing. Anyway, she says she's allergic to oleander and if we're going to have a ménage a trois, as it were, could she bring some with her and incorporate it into things. And when she sneezes, you and I are welcome to be involved."

Despite herself, Cherie's heart faintly skipped a beat.

"If you and I do this," she said, "are we assured it will never go outside this house?"

"Certainly," replied Karen. "Julie's a Christian and about to go into politics. She knows how to keep a secret."

Cherie snorted with laughter and Karen joined in, unable to contain herself against the irony of the remark. They both had disparaging views on religion and politics. After a few moments, they subsided.

"She won't tell a soul," said Karen quietly.

Cherie stared at the floor and there was a long pause.

"I'll do it," she said finally. "But we're going to sit down and have a talk before any clothes come off."

Karen nodded. She watched her beloved, an idea forming in her mind.

"Sweetie, do you remember when we were thirteen, we had just come out to each other and you let out this huge wet sneeze right into my face?"

Cherie chuckled.

"You were little Miss Wetface that morning. We couldn't get our pyjamas off fast enough, straight after. You were a tigress."

She looked at Karen and realised what the girl was getting at.

"You wouldn't," she said.

"I would indeed," replied Karen promptly. "We may as well go all the way with this and I wouldn't mind doing a comparison".

Cherie swung to her feet.

"On Saturday morning, Professor Kane is doing an informal tutorial for some of us. It goes until noonish. I'll be back straight after. Talk to the lady and tell her to pop round at about two. There'll be no one here then except you and I."

Karen nodded. "It's a date", she said.

*

Cherie and Karen lived in a rambling old house in the oldest part of Carlton, handy to the city and to the University. The house was leased by one of the two female interns they shared with. Helen and Li, who was an Australian-born Chinese, had already graduated the previous summer and were doing their internship at Prince Henry Hospital. Such were university and hospital hours that several days at a time could pass without the two couples seeing each other.

Cherie and Karen had left Bright and relocated to Melbourne two and a half years before, quietly making their plans together as soon as their SACE results arrived and then leaving within a week of each other. They didn't plan to return without a very good reason.

Cherie's mother, her alcoholism worsening, had actually forbade her to leave, telling her she must stay and get married. And the sooner the better, too.

Cherie had finally cracked on the eve of her departure. They had argued and Cherie had told her mother in no uncertain terms that she was a lesbian and was already "married" to her beautiful school friend Karen. Had been since she was sixteen. Her mother went into shock whilst Cherie went into her bedroom for the last time and emerged the next morning, leaving a brief note.

Her life packed into several bags, she caught the train to Melbourne. Karen was at Flinders Street Station in her Ford, bought with the proceeds of the supermarket job she had taken in her final year of High School.

They had driven through the weekday city traffic to the University where Cherie completed her registration and enrolment process. Classes did not start for another eight days, but already the accommodation block of the campus was filling as other country and interstate students arrived.

Karen had gotten her and Cherie one of the last two-person rooms on the ground floor. That night, they made love with an unbelievable intensity, both aware that they were embarking on another phase of their lives.

Karen had left Bright in slightly less dramatic circumstances. When her enrolment papers arrived, she simply told her parents she had been accepted at the University of Melbourne and would be leaving before too long.

Her mother had demanded she undertake religious studies. Karen said she was undertaking Business Law with Political Law and Applied Legal Sciences thrown in. No religion, thank you.

Knowing there was nothing she could discuss with her mother, she made extensive plans with Cherie, packed her car and drove the three hours into Melbourne with barely a goodbye to her parents.

University is not cheap and the several thousand dollars they had between them would not last forever. Karen already had several leads to follow, and the day after Cherie's arrival, they went hunting. Their luck was in. Karen had already worked for Woolworth’s once, and now the Carlton store hired them both for late-night-shopping and weekends. Things fell together quickly and before too long, Bright was becoming a distant memory. Six months later, Helen, a medical student, mentioned she and her female partner Li, wanted a couple to share the big old house they had just rented.

Cherie and Karen moved out of the poky campus dorm.

*

Li had an eye for other women, even though she was with Helen. Their three year relationship, though successful on the surface, was fraught with doubts.

Helen didn't know if she wanted to be a lesbian. She built a psychological wall around herself and nobody, Li included, got in until the wall was knocked down again. Bored with the lack of communication, but unable to break away, she would lust after other women, occasionally having a brief fling with one.

Now she had her sights set on Cherie, the tall, slim twenty year old, who could melt the hardest heart. Letting herself in quietly at the front door, Li checked for signs of occupation in the lounge and kitchen. There were none. Helen wouldn't be home until evening and Karen went straight to work after classes on Wednesday. Or was it Thursday? Li could never remember.

Cherie, she knew, was doing a Behavioural Science assignment from home that week, hooked into the university's big computer mainframe. Li was going to make her move. Exiting the lounge, about to head for the bedroom, Li heard a sudden "Atishoo!" ahead of her. Cherie and Karen's room. She was here! That was her sneeze! Li had heard it a hundred times. The poor thing seemed to have some odd allergies. Li rarely sneezed and disliked having to. Nevertheless, she carried a handkerchief, and checked now to see that she had it in her pocket.

She now had an excuse to go into the bedroom, offering Cherie a hanky to blow her nose. Then, she could enquire if the lady might want some fun. Li padded silently to the doorway of the bedroom, a word of greeting on her lips.

"Hi, Cherie, I've got a hanky if you need one," she intended to say.

Instead, a strange sight met her eyes. Cherie was not alone after all. Karen was with her. So it was Thursday and not Wednesday that she was working. That wasn't it, though. What really struck Li was that Cherie and Karen were sitting on their bed, both nude. Cherie held a bottle of strongly-scented talc and appeared to be inhaling from it. Their bed was placed such that from their position, both girls had their backs to the door, completely unaware of Li's presence.

Karen reached out and stroked Cherie's face "How do you feel, sweetie?" she asked softly.

Cherie began to gasp as the fragrant talc attacked her nose. "I feel like I....I....need to....to.....sn...sneeze....AHHHISSSHHOO!"

The explosion ended with a little shriek. Li watched horror-struck. Had Cherie just sneezed right into Karen's face? Had she really just seen that? She must have, and what was more, the two young women were embracing and kissing like there was no tomorrow.

Cherie reached down and pulled tissues from what was obviously a box on the floor. Karen was watching as Cherie gave a long liquid blow from her nose. Then, she calmly handed Karen the used tissues. Li didn't want to see any more. Silently, she withdrew. She had seen enough. A moment later, a creak of springs indicated the girls were getting into bed. It was too much for Li. She hurried down the passage to the kitchen, softly closing the door behind her.

The electric coffee-maker on the counter gurgled amicably, and she poured herself a cup.

How germy and yukky to sneeze on poor Karen like that. Trouble was, Karen had looked like she was enjoying it! They both seemed to be. How disgusting! Slightly calmer, Li opened the kitchen door a crack and listened. Almost immediately, she heard moans and cries that were definitely sexual. Then a muffled "....tish", followed by the dual girlish giggles.

Li immediately closed the door again and finished her coffee. Perhaps she should walk around to the library for a while and just pretend she was never here. Grabbing her bag, she quietly left the house.

Eventually, Li pushed to the back of her mind what she had seen that afternoon, but never again did she consider inviting Cherie to have a little "fun".

* 

It was Saturday afternoon and rain fell steadily. Cherie sat on the sofa, wearing a simple dress and cotton blouse. No bra or underpants. Karen was similarly dressed and flirting aimlessly with Cherie as they awaited Julie’s arrival.

Arrangements had been swiftly made for this new adventure, Karen privately hoping that Cherie would back her to the hilt. She intended to make use of Julie’s request for her own gratification. She was unsure, though, of her attraction to this other girl, and was grateful that this was a one-off, the lady moving interstate soon after.

Cherie nibbled at Karen’s ear, a hand on her lover’s breast. She was killing time as much as performing foreplay. Deep down, she was decidedly nervous.

Karen had prepared a “love nest” in their bedroom, setting up the pillows and putting tissues and a large clean handkerchief in easy reach. The curtains were closed against the dull day, the room softly lit by a mood light. Karen was practically bouncing up and down, so palpable was her nervousness. She declared the scene to be set.

At two o clock precisely, the doorbell rang and both girls jumped visibly.  It was time.

Karen let Julie in, their nervous chatter and giggles drifting up the hallway through the closed lounge room door. Finally, the door opened and they both entered.

“Hello Cherie,” said the slim, black-haired beauty that was Julie. She wore an immaculately tailored pantsuit with a matching jacket over a white satin blouse. She could have been a receptionist at an accounting firm.

“Hello Julie,” answered Cherie. “You want to have some special fun with us, I understand.”

She had not stood up and her voice was carefully expressionless. Karen realised, with a touch of irritation, that Cherie was going to psych her out first.

“I’d like to,” Julie answered. She was softly spoken, her voice even more cultured than Karen’s. “I’ve brought some finely crushed oleander leaves,” she continued. “They have a scent which has a serious effect on me. Karen says you might both be interested in it.”

Cherie nodded slowly and finally allowed a slight smile to cross her features. “Have you ever made love to another girl before?” she asked.

“Yes,” came the reply without hesitation. “But I’ve never had a threesome. I think it would be enlightening to try it.”

Karen had watched this exchange in silence. Now she spoke, before Cherie could begin a third degree. “Why don’t we all have a drink and talk about how we’re going to do this?”

“Of course,” came Julie’s dulcet voice. She reached into the tote bag she was carrying and withdrew a bottle of wine.

“Perhaps if you could open this.”

Karen gave a start as she observed the label. The sparkling burgundy didn’t come in at under fifty dollars. Cherie uncoiled herself off the sofa.

“Splendid,” she said, lightly bouncing her way across to the bar in the corner and grabbing three glasses.

“And then there’s this,” Julie went on, speaking exclusively to Karen now. Reaching into her bag again, she took out a small plastic packet, the kind banks used for coin. In it, was a dark, powdery substance. Julie tossed it almost absently onto the coffee table.

“What are you allergic to, Karen?” she asked.

“Nothing really,” Karen admitted sadly. “Cherie has some talcum powder that sets her off. You might say it’s for recreational use.”

Cherie had returned with the glasses and all three of them laughed a little at this statement, breaking the ice slightly. A couple of minutes later, the wine poured, they sat down. Neither Cherie or Karen drank much, as a rule, but this was a special occasion. Momentarily, they talked about university and Julie’s new position in Canberra.

Then, Cherie took a deep breath. “You know Karen and I are a couple,” she said. “That’s not a secret. But how did you know about the sneezing?”

Her question hung heavily. Julie had been there nearly half an hour and it was the first time anybody had directly mentioned sneezing. Julie hesitated a moment and then spoke.

“Do you remember Heather Gordon’s 21^st a couple of months ago?”

Cherie shot Karen an “I told you so” look which Karen chose to ignore. The party for their popular classmate had been held in a private function room at a city hotel. A good many of the guests, like Heather, were gay.

Cherie and Karen, a long way from drunk, but certainly relaxed, had gathered with a number of other students, sitting on plush sofas in the lounge area of the room. Julie was amongst the group. The air was rich with smoke and perfume. One of these odours attacked Cherie’s nose and the hapless girl felt a sneezing fit coming on.  Quickly raising her right hand to cover her mouth, she reached, with her left, into her chiffon blouse for her handkerchief.  As the sneeze hit, she found, with a shock, that she had forgotten it. She was defenceless.

“Atishhoo!…..Atissshoo!” She smothered the sound as best she could, but the two sneezes were still quite audible above the music and chatter. By some telepathic radar, Karen seemed to sense the problem, her lover’s pre-sneeze movements long familiar. Like a conjuring magician, Karen had her own hanky out and over Cherie’s mouth and nose in an instant, replacing Cherie’s saliva-sticky hand. The girl let forth a third “Atisshho!” into the clean cloth. Before yet another one could creep up, Karen adjusted her hold so that her fingers were on the bridge of Cherie’s nose. Cherie blew solidly. Karen removed her hanky and had it back in her pocket as fast as she had taken it out. There were no more sneezes. The whole exchange had taken barely ten seconds and was witnessed by only two people, one a classmate who asked blithely if there was anything Cherie and Karen didn’t do together.

Karen had made some smart alec reply and that was the end of the matter.

The other witness was Julie Thorpe.

“It was the way you looked at each other when Cherie had blown her nose,” Julie explained. “As though the very act of sneezing was an expression of love between the two of you. It was certainly more to the both of you than a routine bodily function.”

“It’s more an act of love than an expression,” Karen said softly. The cards were on the table now. “It’s something special  between us that’s been going on since we were sixteen. I guess you could call us sneeze fetishists.”

Julie sipped her wine reflectively.

“I enjoy sneezing,” she said. “But I seldom get aroused by it.”

“We do,” said Cherie.

There was silence for a moment. Then Karen took the lead again. “Shortly, we’re all going to undress and make some love,” she said. “Then I’ll put that oleander in a saucer and you can inhale the fumes. Cherie and I have been sneezing for each other for years and we’ve got everything down to a fine art. There’s nothing we haven’t tried, except a threesome. Now, Cherie is okay with what I’m going to ask of you. I’d like you to do something for me, this afternoon.”

“Name it.” It was Julie’s turn to be expressionless.

“When you sneeze,” said Karen, “I want to feel each one. You are going to be face to face with me and I want to feel your breath and a beautiful wet spray from your mouth.”

Julie digested this. There was silence for several seconds and both girls knew nothing this bizarre had ever been suggested to the University of Melbourne’s Political Science dux of the class.

Then Julie smiled.  Both her companions read completely different things into that smile.

“Of course I will”, said Julie.

* 

Shortly, they rose and Karen grasped Julie’s hand. Despite her misgivings, Cherie took the other and, with Julie in the middle, they walked single file into the bedroom. Karen turned in the soft light by the bed.

“This is a big step for Cherie and I,” she said. “Let’s make it an afternoon to remember.”

Julie nodded mutely.

“Group hug,” ordered Karen.

The three of them went immediately into a clumsy, but warm hug. Karen could smell Julie’s fresh, faint scent and the thought of being sneezed on by this exquisite creature made her heart begin to pound. Even though, admittedly, Cherie had the same effect on her, Julie was not Cherie and vice versa.

After a minute, the hug broke and the girls stood and surveyed each other.

“Let’s get undressed.” Cherie spoke for the first time since they had been sitting in the living room.

The two lovers were naked within 30 seconds and Julie wasn’t far behind. Removing a pair of skimpy blue underpants, she stood without a hint of embarrassment, her nudity on show. She, like her two hostesses, had a gorgeous pair of breasts, their nipples puckered and at attention. Despite her svelte figure, her buttocks were pert and saucy, their cheeks even smaller and rounder than Karen’s.

Cherie, a confirmed “bottom girl” noticed them at once. She decided she would have them before the afternoon was over. It was obvious both parties had checked each other out surreptitiously. Now there was uncertainty again. Who would do what first?

Karen asked this of her companions.

Cherie stepped behind her and encircled her chest, fingers brushing the other girl’s nipples. It was a statement of territory as much as anything else.

“It’s Julie’s afternoon," she purred in Karen’s ear. “Let’s give her some pleasure first.”

Karen nodded, reached out and took Julie’s hand. The girl allowed herself to be led over to the bed.

“Back or front?” she asked Karen softly.

“Lie down on your back,” replied Karen in a sensual stage whisper. “Cherie and I will give you a skin-tingling nipple bath.”

Obediently, Julie lay down. Cherie and Karen scrambled onto the bed and positioned themselves either side of her. There was enough room on the bed for all three to lie down. Karen did, but Cherie crouched, buttocks in the air. Julie’s little pussy was moist with anticipation. She felt two tongues simultaneously touch her inner thighs and slowly make their way upwards. There was dead silence in the room. The tongues continued, tracing across her stomach and up towards her waiting breasts. Julie’s nipples puckered delightfully. Then the tongues were upon them.

“Ohhhhhh…..” breathed Julie. She really didn’t know what else to say.

For a full minute, Cherie and Karen worked at Julie’s nipples, their saliva bathing the little buds. Julie was exhilarated. Then, as if by a signal, Cherie’s tongue moved downwards again. Karen lifted her head until she was face to face with Julie.

“Would you like kisses?” she asked, her voice barely audible.

Julie could only nod.

Karen’s mouth descended and they locked lips. Julie was not green. She knew how to kiss another girl, but Karen’s kiss was the most sensuous she had ever experienced and she let herself go with it, replying with her own tongue, as Karen’s slid between her lips.

Cherie, meanwhile, was tracing her own tongue back across Julie’s tummy. Julie’s reverie with the kiss was broken as she felt fingers in her vagina. They had to be Cherie’s. Julie was fully aroused now, and craved release. But Cherie’s skilled fingers knew how to tease, and were going nowhere near the clitoris. Another minute went by before the kiss broke and the fingers withdrew. Julie knew she had made the right choice. These two girls were experts, seeming to operate by telepathy.

Now they both sat up and regarded her.

“Enjoy that?” Karen asked with a mischievous grin.

Again, Julie could only nod.

Karen’s face took on a childlike expression. “Good,” she said. “Could I please have some, now?”

“All you want,” Julie managed to say. “Let’s change places”

She moved to the side and Karen lay down in the space where she had been. Cherie had moved to the foot of the bed while the changeover took place. She had not spoken since they had undressed, but now moved up to take her position opposite Julie as they prepared to pleasure Karen.

Barely able to believe she was doing this, Julie set about repeating for Karen, the ecstasies that had just been bestowed upon her. She had temporarily forgotten about the sneezing she was going to do shortly. Tongues went to work and a couple of minutes went by. There was a barely audible gasp from Karen as Cherie and Julie reached her nipples simultaneously. Diligently, they worked on her, Julie letting her fingers drift down between Karen’s legs and into her warm wet opening.

As they slid up inside, Karen uttered a low moan of pure ecstasy. Cherie’s skills, over the years, were one thing, but another girl thrown into the equation was orbit and back-twice. Like Cherie had done to her, Julie stayed right away from Karen’s clitoris, sustaining the arousal.

“Julie,” gasped Karen. Julie looked up.

“Your tongue…my pussy…please.”

She was almost begging.

Cherie spoke for the first time.  “Do that for her,” she said. “I’ve got something for you while you’re busy.”

Julie didn’t ask what that might be, but she was sure it was good.

Quickly, she moved around and slithered between Karen’s open legs. Parting the waiting lips, she put in an exploratory tongue. Julie was amazed that this girl she had watched for so long was temporarily hers. Now at the back of her mind, was the fact that soon, she would be sneezing for Karen, as well. Suddenly, the sneezing didn’t seem half as important as all the love she was getting and giving. Girl to girl ecstasies had never been this good. Ever.

Her tongue slid further, charting a course that would end at Karen’s clitoris. Cherie watched, a feeling inside her that she would never be able to describe. Someone else was making love to her girl. Still, she was about to make a little love of her own and Julie was going to get a surprise.

Moving around behind Julie, utilising what space was left on the bed, Cherie half-stroked, half-massaged the other girl’s back, moving down to her saucy little buttocks. Cherie could always sense when Karen was getting ready to go over the edge.

“Julie….Cherie….Oh Christ….I’m going to come….!!!!!” Karen gasped the words out, barely able to speak as she teetered on the edge. Then, a moment later, she was over.

“Ohh….ohh…yes yes yes….ohhhh…!” Panting wildly, bucking against Julie’s face as her climax shuddered up and down her body. Cherie noted that Karen didn’t cry out her name like she normally did. This was, no doubt, due to Julie’s presence. As Karen began  to descend to the plateau stage, Cherie slid her fingers under Julie’s crotch and into her waiting pussy. There was another surprised squeak from Julie who had just lifted her head out from between Karen’s legs.

Karen managed to sit up, a little shaky from the after-effects of her powerful orgasm. She seized Julie’s face and gave her a long tender kiss.

“Let her look after you, honey,” she whispered.

“Oh my….” Breathed Julie in her cultured voice. It would be her turn next.

Twenty seconds went by. Julie began to pant, her eyes glazing over as Cherie worked harder, her fingers and tongue the best Cherie had ever known. Karen held her in a half-embrace. Then finally:

“Oh my goodness…..yes….yes….oh….oh…yeeeessss!" Julie panted and gasped, her body shaking violently. She had never come on all fours. Or so vocally. It was undignified. Or was it?

Karen locked lips with her as she began to descend and Julie found the strength to kiss her back.. “That was good,” she said, an understatement in itself.

Julie nodded enthusiastically.

“Aren’t I supposed to be sneezing for you?” she asked.

“Yes, you are,” said Karen, jumping up. “I’ll get the magic goodies and we can start.”

“Wait a minute,” Julie demurred. “Cherie hasn’t come yet. Can we do something for you?” she asked Cherie who sat impassively on the foot of the bed.

Cherie shook her head. “Later,” she said. “Karen’s turn first. She needs to feel you sneezing on her.”

“Okay,” beamed Julie cheerily.

Karen zipped out of the room, leaving Cherie and Julie together in silence. Although Cherie would not admit, if she stood Julie and Karen side by side, she would be hard pressed to pick the more beautiful of the two. She mentally chided herself for keeping her barriers up. This afternoon was going well. Julie meant their relationship no harm. The girl looked like she was lonely, to be honest.

Karen erupted back into the room, naked from head to toe, carrying the little bag of oleander in one hand and a saucer in the other. She went to the writing desk and put both down. Opening the bag, she poured half out onto the saucer, closed the bag again and  shook the contents of the saucer around to distribute them evenly on it’s surface.

“Not allergic to that, are you, Karen?” asked Julie.

“I doubt it. I’m not allergic to anything,” said Karen.

Her finely formed body moved gracefully as she turned to walk toward her companions, the saucer in her hand. As if to prove the point, she leaned forward  and sniffed expansively at the sharp odour. Karen’s nose tingled violently and her eyes began watering.

“Oh my goodness,” she managed to get out. Then, unable to help it, she started sneezing.

“Atchoo….choo….choo….choo… chooooo  …..schoooo…choo…”

Julie and  Cherie watched, awestruck at this sudden turn of events. Then, galvanised into action, they were off the bed like lightening and at the side of the stricken girl. Julie put a finger under Karen’s nose in the classic gesture. Karen tried to speak, but was overwhelmed  by another three sneezes.

“Atchoo…choo….choo”.

Her sneezes, tiny  as always, were almost overpowering in the way they had struck with no warning. And now, for the first time in months, she had to blow her nose.

“Tissues,” she gasped.

Cherie moved in a blur and Julie’s finger was replaced by the comforting feel of Kleenex. A hand at the back of her head and the other holding tissues to Karen’s nose, Cherie did for her lover what Karen had done for her so many times over the years. Karen blew a moderate amount of mucus into the tissue and fingered her watery eyes.

“Oh dear,” was all she could say.

“Karen,” Cherie started to laugh. “You’re allergic to oleander too.”

Karen sniffed. “So it would seem,” she admitted. “I won’t be trying that again. In fact, I’ve never had a fit like that, have I sweetie?”

Cherie had to admit she was right. The almost pleasant build-up and release had definitely been missing this time.

“Are you alright, now, Karen?” Julie asked anxiously.

Karen nodded. “I’m fine,” she said. “Look, this is supposed to be your afternoon and I’ve just gatecrashed it”.

Julie shook her head. "You weren’t to know,” she said. “Now if you want to lie down, we can get started.”

Karen beamed and scampered across to the bed. She settled down on her back, awaiting the wet pleasure that Julie had promised. Julie picked up the saucer of oleander and followed. Cherie brought up the rear, her face closed and expressionless again.

Julie turned to her. “Cherie, could you hold this under my nose when I’m ready, please?” she asked.

Cherie took the proffered saucer. She glanced at it’s contents, then, on a whim, bent and inhaled deeply.  Both girls watched her. Cherie waited a few seconds and then shook her head.

“Not a thing,” she said

Julie nodded and crawled between Karen’s parted legs. They had agreed this position would be best.

“Well, I guess this is it,” said Julie. “Are you ready, Karen?”

“Of course,” answered Karen. “This isn’t exactly a flattering position for either of us. I feel like I’m making a lesbian porno movie.”

Both girls started to giggle at this thought and Cherie couldn’t help but join in. Abruptly, Julie stopped. She nodded to Cherie. “I’m ready,” she said quietly.

Cherie placed the saucer of oleander under Julie’s nose. Julie leaned forward and took a huge sniff of the vapour, then drew back with a gasp.

“Ahhhh,” she breathed, her eyes already beginning to water.  “Ah….hah…I’m gonna….ah…Haaisshhoo!”

Julie’s head snapped downwards and her face was practically within an inch of  Karen’s as the first of ten sneezes reached it’s decidedly wet apex. Karen felt the damp spray she had asked for on her face.

“Ah….TISSHOO….HAISSHOO!….ISSHHOO!….ISSHHOO….HAISSSH!!”

Julie paused, panting, her eyes closed. Her lips were wet with spit and mucus hung from both nostrils.

“HATISSHOO!!” she exploded again. Karen’s face was soaked now and so was her pussy.

Cherie had watched impassively, fighting with her emotions. She did this for Karen, not some stranger. Still, this was what Karen had wanted. Cherie pulled tissues, ready to help them both. On the bed, Karen could smell Julie’s coppery saliva on her face.

Above her, Julie hovered, panting. Cherie reached out and wiped her watering eyes.

“Blow?” she asked. Julie shook her head, violently

“I dode thik I’b fiddished," she gasped.

She took  several hitching breaths. “AH…. HATISSHOO!….. ATISHOO…… ATISHHOO!”

More saliva rained on Karen who was in her element. She hated to admit it, but this was even better than Cherie.

“Ok, I’b dud,” she got out, nose streaming.

Just as she had done for Karen minutes earlier, Cherie put tissues to Julie’s nose. The girl gave a wet, gluggy blow It sounded like she was releasing a gallon. The tissues suddenly slipped in the large pool of mucus and some of it got onto Cherie’s hand.

“Whoops,” they said in unison and began to giggle. Cherie found a dry spot and Julie blew again. Then, with a clean tissue, Cherie wiped around the girl’s mouth and dried her eyes a second time. Julie was recovering quickly.

It had been a bare minute since the final three sneezes, but attending to the cleanup had temporarily diverted attention from Karen. Julie was about to comment that no one had ever been so kind as to blow her nose for her when both girls heard a series of rapid-fire gasps and moans next to them on the bed.

Karen, her face still glistening with Julie’s saliva, had put her fingers inside herself, releasing the increasing arousal she had felt since Julie  had begun to sneeze, not to mention the arousal she’d had since Julie arrived that afternoon. Karen opened her eyes.

“Oh, dear me,” she breathed. “That was a ripper.”

Turning her head, she observed her companions watching her unashamedly.

“Sorry,” she said blithely. “I had to come - and quickly."

She regarded Julie with an affectionate smile.

“You spray even harder than Cherie,” she commented. “And I’ve never seen her destroy a tissue in one fit.”

“Speaking of tissues,” put in Cherie. “I’ll fix your face next.” She took more tissues from the box and dried Karen’s face thoroughly. Afterwards, there was an awkward silence.

“Well, are we finished?” Karen asked, a note of sadness in her voice.

“Actually, we’re not,” Cherie spoke up.

Both girls looked at her, askance.

“Let’s go and finish that very expensive wine,” Cherie went on. “I’ll explain what we’re going to do next.”

Julie and Cherie stood up Karen raised herself with an effort as she felt the effects of two massive orgasms. Cherie and Karen both had matching dressing gowns, a symbol of their commitment to each other. Cherie put hers on, but Karen helped a naked Julie into her own before donning her ancient oversize football jumper.

 “Post-coital wear,” she had dubbed it.

 With Julie in the middle, arms linked on both sides, the threesome returned to the living room where Cherie poured another three glasses of wine, emptying the bottle.

They sat and again, momentarily, there was silence. Cherie looked at the floor and then spoke, almost shyly.

“Julie, Karen and I love each other very much,” she said. “I agreed to this little adventure because it was what she wanted and it’s been very interesting, but I want to put in my bid."

She paused, watching the other two.

“As you saw, Karen’s sneeze isn’t exactly the biggest available. Yours is even bigger than mine and I can sneeze pretty hard. Karen doesn’t have to suppress or stifle. It’s always been that way. I think it’s cute.”

She stopped, realising that she was beginning to rave.

Julie just nodded wordlessly, already suspecting what she was about to be asked.

“As long as you have that oleander, could you use it to bring on another fit?”

“I can give myself one fit after another with it,” Julie replied. “Though I doubt such a thing is good for the nasal passages.”

Cherie locked her gaze with Julie’s.

“Will you do for me what you just did for Karen?” she asked.

“Yes,” replied Julie at once. She took a sip of wine. “But if we’re going to go again, there’s something I’d like to ask from you in return”.

Cherie cocked an eyebrow questioningly.

"Karen said when I first got here, that you had some talcum powder you were allergic to”.

Cherie nodded, a ghost of a smile playing on her lips. “It works, but it’s not  the same as other stuff I’m allergic to, specifically wattle. When we use it, I might be able to sneeze three times at most before I have to inhale more. Then the build-ups get longer and more difficult to induce.”

“Let’s do that first, anyway,” Julie said. Then she reddened a little. “Could you……" she cleared her throat, embarrassed all of a sudden, “Could you please spray on my breasts instead of my face?”

Cherie pretended to be miffed. “My germs are clean,” she said with mock stoutness.

“And my breasts are the most sensitive part of me,” rejoined Julie. “When the pair of you were licking my nipples, I nearly had a nervous breakdown with pleasure.”

Cherie and Karen both burst into laughter at this statement and the tension from the two nervous requests evaporated. Cherie finished her drink with finality.

“It’s arranged then,” she declared. Glancing out the window at the tumbling rain, she added, “What a lousy afternoon to be outside.”

“Fortunately, we’re not,” Karen shot back.

“No,” agreed Cherie. “We’re having the most fun we can have with our clothes off.”

*  

A few minutes later, they were back in the bedroom. Nudity was resumed and Julie lay down on the bed. Without preamble, Cherie picked up her bottle of talcum powder and sat on the bed above Julie. Karen sat on the foot of the bed and absently massaged Julie’s bare feet as she watched her lover prepare.

Cherie sprinkled a generous amount of powder onto her left palm and inhaled deeply. Almost immediately, a tickle began in her sinuses. Cherie breathed rapidly through her nose, bringing on the sneeze.

“Ahhhh….ahhhh…,” she panted, getting ready. Like a snake striking, she grabbed tissues, ready to blow her nose when she was finished. She leaned closer to Julie’s chest. Then abruptly, the tickle was gone.

“Oh hell, I’ve lost it,” Cherie exclaimed in exasperation. Putting the tissues down, she grabbed the powder again and repeated her earlier action. If anything, she used even more this time.

Within seconds, the tickle was back and this time headed rapidly for the point of no return. Cherie grasped her tissues, panting and massaging her nose. For a moment, all three girls seemed frozen in a tableau. Then it broke and Cherie leaned forward, aiming for Julie’s right breast.

“Ahtisshhoo!” she sneezed, spraying as wetly as she could. Quickly, she moved her head, now a few inches from the left breast.

“ATISSHOO!….ATISSHHOO!”

Below her, Julie moaned with pleasure.

The tips of Cherie’s nostrils were shiny with mucus and saliva was visible on her lips. She could feel there was one more sneeze in there. She took a deep breath, willing it forward.

There was a pause and then, “ATISSHHOO!” Cherie aimed straight at Julie’s chest and the girl moaned again.

It was over. Cherie raised her tissues and gave a gargantuan blow.

She was still leaning close to Julie and when she had blown her nose, on impulse, she put two fingers to her mouth, quickly coating them with “magic fluid”. Then, as she had done for Karen countless times, she began massaging the saliva into Julie’s exquisite nipples. Julie moaned a third time, softer now. Finally, she opened her eyes and smiled at Cherie who couldn’t help but smile back. This time, the smile held it’s usual warmth.

“Thank you,” said Julie. Two simple words that said it all.

“Would you like Karen or I to go down on you again?” Cherie asked. “You look like you need some help.”

Julie shook her head.

“No, I don’t need to come again,” she said. “What I’m feeling now is contentment more than arousal.. Knowing that it’s your moisture on my breasts and that you sneezed for me.”

She paused. “Just like I’m sneezing for you both.”

She clasped Cherie’s hand and gave it a gentle squeeze. Cherie squeezed back.

“Now it’s your turn.”

They changed places. Karen cuddled up next to Cherie. She didn’t want to be too far away from this last trick of the afternoon. Yum yum.

Julie inhaled deeply from the saucer of oleander again, crouching between Cherie’s legs. As it took effect, she quickly put the saucer down and threw her head back, gasping.

“Oh yes,” she breathed. “It’s working. I feel a sneeze coming on.”

Indeed she did. There was little time to cope with the build-up before her nose took over and Julie lost control.

“HA…..ISSHHOO!….ATISHOO!….HA…..ISHHOO!…”

Cherie felt the spray on her face and was in seventh heaven. So this is what it felt like when she did it for Karen.

“HATISSHHOO!….TISHOO…..ATISHOO!…,” Julie sneezed, her fit showing no sign of abating. Cherie, unable to help herself, was moaning in delight, her vagina wetter than her face.

“HA….TISHOO!…ATISHOO!….TISSHHOOO….!”

Julie was beginning to grow a little worried. She had never felt like this, even with the oleander, ten was more than usual and, at nine, that violent tickle in her nose, refused to dislodge. Building towards the next wave, she was dimly aware of Cherie’s ecstatic moans as saliva covered her face, and that Karen’s eyes were like dinner plates. She vowed to try and make this the last one, or she would never stop.

Big breath.

“AHHHH….ISSHHOO!…..HA…ISSHOO!….IISSSHH!!…..HA…..TISSHOO!”

That was it. That had to be it.

“Hanky,” she gasped, groping out to the bedside table. The unused handkerchief had waited there to see who would be the first to dampen it.

Now, Julie grabbed it and flicked it open. Taking a deep breath, she released a long, liquid blow into the cloth. And another. Changing to a dry spot, she wiped her lips.

Karen finally found her voice. “That was amazing,” she said.

Julie gave her a sidelong smile.

“That blow or the sneezing?” she asked huskily, and quickly cleared her throat.

“The whole lot”, replied Karen.

“Hey, you two,” came Cherie’s voice. “I need some help here”.

“Oh, I’m sorry, Cherie,” said Julie cheerfully. “My spit’s all over your face."

She began folding back a dry patch in the hanky. “Never mind that,” said Cherie impatiently. “I need someone’s tongue inside me-urgently”.

Still holding the hanky, Julie snapped to life.

“Cuddle her,” she commanded Karen, notwithstanding the fact that they were pretty much cuddling anyway, Karen only having risen on one elbow to speak.

In one movement, she was back between Cherie’s legs. There was no time to anticipate the pleasure of  performing cunilingus on this girl who had greeted her coolly a couple of hours ago, her jealousy obvious.

She plunged her tongue in and got busy.

Cherie felt the long, slow beginnings of her orgasm, as Julie’s tongue worked inside her. Involuntarily, her face turned to Karen’s and their lips met. Julie’s tongue reached Cherie’s clitoris and the girl was over the edge in seconds. It was the last orgasm of the afternoon, but Cherie made it count, panting and writhing as she gasped out Karen’s name while Julie took her through a long, wide tidal wave of pleasure.

*

By cuddling up against each other, they managed to lounge three abreast on the queen size bed, Cherie in the middle. Basking naked in the afterglow of the afternoon’s amazing activities, the rain falling outside, it was some time before anyone spoke.

Finally, Julie broke the silence. “Before today, I would never have dreamed of sneezing without a tissue or hanky. This has been like some kind of erotic dream.”

“Well, four years ago,” replied Karen, “I would never have dreamed that Cherie could be prepared to share her sneezes with me, let alone make love to me. All I had to do was ask.”

Julie draped her arm over Cherie until it came to rest on the other girl’s breast.

“I was thinking earlier,” she mused, “that you two almost seem like you’re telepathic."

Cherie and Karen exchanged amused glances. “We are,” they said in perfect unison.

And all three began laughing.

Half an hour later, the girls were dressed, hair was combed and used tissues were put in the bin. Karen declined coffee, but Julie and Cherie made some and sat at the table, discussing Julie’s political appointment.

Karen had gone quiet. She plugged into the conversation, but did not contribute. Neither girl seemed to notice. All too soon, it was time for Julie to return to trendy South Yarra. There was a long group hug and muted conversation at the front door. Then Cherie and Karen hugged and kissed her separately. Julie thanked them profusely for all the fun and the goodbyes became so heartfelt that she said if there was much more, they would have to return to the bedroom for another round.

A last kiss and she was gone.

Three weeks later, she was in Canberra. There were cards, e-mails and phone calls as the years rolled steadily by, Cherie and Karen ploughing through the careers they had come to Melbourne to study for.

Julie, however, never came back to Victoria.

Karen washed the dishes, mainly for something to do. Julie had hardly wanted to take her oleander leaves with her, and, unbeknownst to the other two girls, Karen had returned them to the bag and hidden it in the kitchen cupboard.

Cherie knew the dishes were taking far too long.  She gave it a few more minutes, then padded quietly towards the kitchen. Karen was standing at the kitchen window, watching the leaking sky. Her own eyes threatened to leak also. She sensed Cherie entering the room.

“Bloody Melbourne rain,” she said softly.

Cherie knew there was a lot of talking to be done. It took a lot to make Karen swear even mildly. Cherie put a hand gently on her shoulder. Karen turned and stepped into an embrace. They were cheek to cheek and her face was hot with the unshed tears as they held each other tight, the day slowly drawing to a close outside.

They stood like that for a very long time.