Girls, Interupted Ch. 04

As Sally kissed her again, Camilla shivered even as she felt hot and flushed. She was dizzy as the enigmatic woman's lips pressed their soft moisture onto hers. Gentler and sweeter than before, yet just as stirring. Closing around her own, Camilla tasted strawberries despite her wine.

Sally drew back, her tongue licking her bottom lip before she nibbled on it with her teeth. Camilla sat still, wine still in hand, paralysed. As she watched, Sally stood and rounded in front of her. Bending at the waist, her mouth curled into a half smile and they closed their eyes and she kissed Camilla again.

This time Camilla's lips moved with Sally's, both heads tilted to their right. Sally's hands pressed into the couch on either side of Camilla's head, rustling the leather beside her. Sally's lips parted and Camilla's followed. Tongues tickled and lips fused, the taste of lust lingering with each warm caress.

Taller, Sally pushed off the couch and knelt before Camilla, who leant forward to maintain their lip's embrace. On either side of Camilla's thighs, the couch cushion depressed as Sally supported herself. Still uselessly holding her glass, Camilla raised her free hand and brushed Sally's cheek. She'd felt nothing this soft so close to her before.

Two warm hands closed around the thin white spandex that barely concealed Camilla's outer thighs. Touched, a spasm of excitement tickled her inside, and she reflexively shifted to part her legs. Sally sensed the change and moved her hands over the hem of Camilla's short shorts, resting her palms boldly between her thighs. The warmth of Sally's touch caused Camilla to ache, and she spread her legs wider. Sliding her fingers forward, Sally grazed Camilla's covered folds, forcing her to moan and stretch.

Drawing back, Sally looked into Camilla's eyes, tilted her head, posing the question with her eyebrows.

"Yes," Camilla sighed.

"Yes?"

"Fuck yes!"

Releasing her, Sally stood and stepped back three paces. Turning her back, she reached for the hem of her own t-shirt, then pulled it over the top of her head. Her pale and freckled skin was only obscured by the jet black ponytail that reached as far as bra. Camilla sipped her wine as Sally's fingers unclasped the hook, then pulled the straps off her shoulders. Then, slipping her thumbs into her shorts, Sally eased them over her hips, and as Camilla drank, they slid down her bare legs to the floor.

Stepping out of her pants, Sally looked over her shoulder at Camilla and smiled. She untied her hair and shook it out so it covered her shoulders. Crossing her arms, she covered her breasts and turned around. Her arms were thin but her bosom full. Camilla's gaze lingered on Sally's exposed skin, her own body craving the touch that was just out of reach. Though pink undies covered her and her sneakers were on, Camilla thought she looked more mermaid than woman. Sally took two steps forward and, as Camilla finished her wine, she uncovered herself and lowered herself to the floor.

Sally moved with the grace of a ballerina, her every touch sending ripples of pleasure through Camilla's body. On her knees, Sally's hands caressed Camilla's thighs from her knees to the hem of her shorts, easing her legs apart. Sally's fingers traced the limit of the thin white fabric down towards the couch below. Camilla's legs trembled as Sally's fingers glided across her skin.

Camilla's vulnerability to this stranger's caress excited her as the spring air mingled with the wetness between her legs. Smiling at the compliant woman before her, Sally asked, "No panties?"

Forgetting her decision to dress commando that day for the sake of visible bra or panty line, Camilla nodded. She looked down at the obvious swell of her vulva and the growing saturation against her white spandex. Camilla's decision heightened her sense of exposure and freedom, adding an extra layer of excitement to the encounter.

"Any complaints?" she replied.

Sally shook her head, then lowered her head and kissed Camilla's wet folds. A spasm of delight shot through Camilla's core and she sighed. Sally withdrew her face and, placing her fingers in Camilla's waistband, said, "Like a lady."

Instinctively, Camilla knew to close her thighs so Sally could ease down her shorts. As she lifted her bum for Sally to remove the tiny garment, the irony of sitting like a lady so someone could get at her sex was palpable.

As her pants were pulled away, Camilla watched Sally's breast sway and jiggle. Camilla stared at her pink areola and stiff nipples. She wondered if they were already as hard as hers and just as desperate to be touched.

The spring air wafted in through an open window, blending with the warmth and desire that filled the space. Staring at her prize, Sally said, "Beautiful and smooth. This won't be hard at all." Sally's voice was a sultry whisper as she posed the question with her eyebrows, igniting a spark of desire in Camilla's eyes.

With a smile, Camilla ran her fingers through her black bob and replied. "With some of my outfits, hair is not an option. In white, I'd be putting on a free show."

Camilla leaned back slightly and looked down at Sally, who raised her chin and returned her gaze with eyes full of lust. She looked down at Sally's breasts and, unable to contain her curiosity, moved her hand down to cup one, her palm over Sally's nipple. Sally's eyes rolled back as Camilla felt the softness of her breast, the hardness of each bud and their coolness under her hand. She had never felt another woman's breasts before, and stories she had heard from men were right; when breasts weren't part of your own body, the way they felt was quite unlike anything else. It was hard to tell how much was the texture and the temperature difference between cool breast and her warm palms were and much was the reaction that touching them produced. Sally's breathless response of "Fuck yes!" conveyed her overwhelming desire and eagerness for what was to come.

Camilla's own nipples were rock hard under her tight t-shirt and she longed for an excuse to remove it and be free like Sally. Her head spun as she felt Sally's hands move up her inner thighs. As Sally prised her legs apart, Camilla pulled up her knees, holding them with her hands, and rotated her hips forward. Sally kissed her on her stomach and then again below on her belly button. The kisses kept coming, each one a fraction lower than the last; a whimper escaping Camilla's mouth each time. Her cries became sighs as the kisses moved still lower until the touch just above her smooth pubic line produced a moan. Camilla panted, unable to control her breathing, dizzy from Sally's touch and too much oxygen. The kisses kept coming, a slow descent into a world of pleasure and ecstasy.

The coolness of the leather couch mixed with the heat between her legs as Sally stroked and scratched Camilla's soft skin. Suddenly, a wave erupted over her body as Sally's tongue licked Camilla's clitoris. The spasm almost causing her to kick Sally with her curled up legs. Quickly, the tongue licked again and this time a groan accompanied the spasms. As the flicks and licks continued, the groan became deeper and longer. Camilla could no longer recognise her own voice.

The rustling of the leather added a soft outside noise, blending with her soft moans and sighs. Camilla's semi-naked body was trapped, completely at the mercy of Sally's lips, which continued to stimulate her. She wasn't sure how much more of this she could take. Her groans became guttural; waves of pleasure crashing over her.

Releasing her ankles, Camilla lifted her legs and placed them on to Sally's shoulders. Sally's hands massaged Camilla's thighs to and from her pelvis. With each stroke and lick, Camilla's groans grew louder, and she could not think about anything except the waves of pleasure emanating between her legs and coursing through her body. She tried to push Sally away to make the impossible ecstasy stop, but her strength failed and her body slumped backwards onto the couch. She was helpless, her body a plaything for this woman, whose tongue relentlessly teased between her folds. Camilla was like a delicate flower blooming under the gentle touch of a summer breeze.

Her groans became more gruff and deep as Camilla's body pulsed. Finally, she screamed an unworldly sound and shuddered, her core wracked with orgasmic fire. She collapsed into the couch. Sally finished with a last kiss on Camilla's clit that sent another spasm that almost made her pass out. Sally tenderly lowered Camilla's legs to the floor and, standing, she walked back to the opposite couch. Retrieving her wine, she sipped it, considering Camilla's shaking frame, until it was all gone.

As the earthquakes subsided, Camilla's blurred vision cleared. Aware of magpie song and the odour of cut grass, she lay on the couch staring at the ceiling, unashamed of her partial nudity in front of this stranger. With a scrunch of leather, she rolled onto her side and smiled at the topless woman standing before her.

Sally returned her grin. Camilla sat up and pivoted to the couch's edge. Pushing her body up with both arms, she stood and took two steps to reach the other woman. Standing on her toes, raised up and kissed Sally with open mouth and tongue.

"My pants seem to have fallen off," Camilla said. "You wouldn't know anything about that, would you?"

Sally returned her kiss and said, "I think you look better without them. But if it bothers you, you can borrow mine."

An electric shock ran down Camilla's core and she felt a tingle in her loins again. Hooking her thumbs into Sally's knickers, she eased them down far enough for Sally to step out.

With Sally's small back pubic patch tickling her belly, Camilla said, "Oh, these won't do at all. They won't fit inside my shorts."

Sally smirked and said to the smaller woman, "Honestly, you are almost too big to fit into those shorts."

Camilla feigned offence and playfully swotting Sally's arm with her own undies. "There is no need to be rude," she said. "I think that last remark deserves punishment." Turning, she placed left hand on her hip and, sauntering toward the bedroom, swinging her right; Sally's underwear in hand. Stopping at the door, she turned her head to look at Sally and said, "If you want them back, you'll have to catch me."

In a step, Sally was almost upon her, and Camilla squealed in mock terror, her bare behind the last part of her to disappear into the bedroom. As she ran, she turned around, pulling off her top as she sunk bum first onto Jeremy's bed.

Sally dived after her and fell on her slight frame, both sets of breasts compressing, releasing an exquisite sensation that Camilla had never thought possible. The pair kissed again, pressing their soft flesh into one another from tits to toes. Camilla stroked and caressed Sally's arms and back while she squeezed and scratched Camilla's bum. Despite their difference statures, Camilla felt Sally's mound grinding into her own, the taller woman arching her back so she could continue to kiss the diminutive figure beneath her.

Camilla ground with abandon, though her body longed for penetration. If only you were a man, she thought. Just now, not before. She sighed at the growing sensation between her legs; she prayed for a digit or three to finish her off. But when Sally began to once again kiss her way down Camilla's belly, she stopped and said, "No."

Wriggling free, she urged Sally to lie on her back. Trainers still on, Sally curled her legs on the edge of the bed as Camilla positioned herself and knelt down. Kissing and stroking Sally's thighs, she massaged her bum as she made her way down towards Sally's folds. Camilla watched as Sally closed her eyes and her stomach twitched with anticipation. Camilla consumed the dew from around Sally's engorged bud, nibbling and teasing with her tongue.

Reaching as far as she could, she fondled Sally's full breasts as she ate her sex. Sally's legs twitched as Camilla ate, little sighs and yelps guiding Camilla toward Sally's release. As they played, the afternoon sun crept in through the window and bathed them both in its warming rays.

As Sally moaned, Camilla touched herself, rubbing her own clit. She didn't care that she was kneeling naked, shoes on, back to the door with her fingers pressing her button and her mouth buried in another woman's business when Sally spoke.

"Don't worry," she gasped. "This is exactly what it looks like!"

Though her confusion only lasted a moment, Camilla was embarrassed that she did not instantly realise what was happening. First, she dismissed Sally's words as a delirious, pre-orgasmic fever dream. Then, she thought that somehow Sally was talking on the phone to some unknown caller. But she remembered that Sally had entered the bedroom stark naked. A horrifying chill shot up her spine. Someone was in the room with them. Someone who had seen everything.

In her shame, Camilla stopped fingering herself and moved to shield her breast with her other forearm. To her horror, she suddenly lost balance, and she rolled down and around onto her bum, facing their intruder. Tumbling to the floor, her arms shot out to break her fall, exposing everything to the visiting voyeur. Sally, tits, bums, pussies and worse still, their feet still covered with socks and shoes.

Unable to keep her eyes closed and hope it was all a nightmare, Camilla looked up to see a man standing on the threshold with a pistol in his right hand and his mouth agape. He was unkempt and poorly dressed. A week's stubble adorned his face and his eyes spoke of someone who had slept rough for just as long. Other than the pistol, Camilla could see that the man carried scrapes and healing cuts on every exposed limb. Yet despite his rough and unfamiliar appearance, Camilla was overjoyed that the man was there. Overjoyed because Jeremy was home.

With the speed of a gazelle, Camilla leapt to her feet and sprung through the air into Jeremy's arms. With super human strength, she wrapped her naked torso around him, arms around his neck and legs locked to his waist with her sneakers. She kissed him over and over, Sally's moisture flavouring his spiky stubble and giving it a delicious tang.

"I missed you. I missed you. I missed you," she squealed in between kisses and tears. The cool of the pistol nestled in her back as he hugged her in his weathered arms and, his knees failing, they fell to the floor, overwhelmed by elation.

Camilla was just about to ask him where he'd been when Sally interrupted.

"I thrilled by this joyous reunion and all, but weren't you in the middle of something?" her eyes indicting Camilla's unfinished business in between her legs.

Camilla covered her mouth to hide her embarrassment at forgetting about Sally.

"Oh God, sorry," she said. Turning back to Jeremy, she smiled and said, "Do you mind? I've just got to..."

As Camilla turned, Sally said to Jeremy, "It's okay. I don't mind if you watch from the corner and have a wank."

Camilla was about to kneel again, but on hearing Sally's tease, she stayed standing. Looking over her shoulder at Jeremy, she grinned and bent at the waist. Legs apart, she placed her tongue back inside Sally while wiggling her bum.

Camilla closed her eyes as she licked Sally's clit, inserting a finger and beckoning her on. A moment later, two warm hands griped her hips, and she went weak at the knees when Jeremy's hard cock parted her folds.

She let out a muffled grunt as he slid into her. She was dripping with anticipation, but she'd not felt anything between her legs for months. She cried out as he split her open. Had he grown in his absence, or was he putting his fist in? God, he hadn't always been that big, had he?

Barely able to focus on Sally's needs as Jeremy rammed into her, Camilla braced herself with an arm against the edge of the bed. She swore under her breath at the exquisite pain he was inflicting upon her neglected nethers. If he didn't cum soon, she thought, she wouldn't be unable to walk for a week.

Camilla teased and probed while Jeremy crashed into her behind. The ménage built until all three were on the verge of the abyss. A moment later, Sally's cries sent him over the edge, filling Camilla with months of pent up lust. Jeremy roared as he released. Camilla weakening at the knees as he unloaded into her.

Stumbling forward, she collapsed onto Sally's breasts, her heart pounding into Camilla's ears. She lay there motionless, unable to speak or cover the warm stream of cum that trickled down the inside of her legs.

Outside, a cockatoo screeched before leaping into the air. The silence in the apartment was only broken by the panting of three exhausted lovers. No one spoke until Sally finally said, "Oh my god! Could you make a bigger entrance? It was even better than a porno!"

They rested, then everyone dressed and, after Jeremy packed a bag, they snuck back to Camilla's apartment. Sally washed first while Jeremy and Camilla reunited. After Camilla was clean, the women gave him time enough in the bathroom to shave so he could begin to feel like himself again.

The weather closed in and a storm crashed overhead. Raindrops tapped rhythmically against the windows, creating a soothing melody that echoed throughout the apartment. They ordered takeaway food and over dinner Sally and Jeremy told how they had independently discovered her husband had tried to kill him. Sally then packed her bags and, without saying goodbye, drove non-stop from Melbourne, while Jeremy told how he had narrowly evaded death in Montevideo, but unwittingly became a Patagonian Toothfish pirate.

It was then that Jeremy announced that until things had cooled down, he could not stay in Australia. He had a plan to move to the other side of the world, but until then, he hoped he could hide out at Camilla's place. He would have to lose contact with everyone he knew for a time until he was sure that it was safe to come home again. But as no one knew about their relationship, he would stay in touch with Camilla.

Camilla fought back tears when she learned that Jeremy would have to leave again. She knew his life was more important that her needs, but it didn't make it any easier to hear. Perhaps they could make it work, but she knew the odds were stacked against them. Her heart ached with a mix of love and despair, her eyes welling up with tears as she tried to hide her shattered hopes behind a brave smile. Jeremy, too, seemed beset with conflicting emotions, torn between his burning desire to stay with Camilla and the overwhelming weight of responsibility to protect them both.

Soft jazz melodies wafted through Camilla's stereo, creating a soulful soundtrack that accompanied their conversation. To take her mind off the future, Camilla suggested they play strip poker. She didn't know the first thing about the game and swiftly became naked. As she discarded her last garment, the gentle tap of raindrops against the windows created a rhythmic symphony, their melodic echoes embracing the apartment like a lullaby, easing the tension in the room.

After making her mix cocktails and serve them both au naturale, the other two found a reason to lose their clothes and join her in the buff. With little incentive needed, they retired to Camilla's bed and coupled until they had each cum at least once. The low hum of the ceiling fan provided a soothing white noise, cocooning them in a bubble of privacy and seclusion. When they closed their eyes, Camilla's trembling hand searched for Jeremy's, and when their fingers intertwined, she held on with a desperate strength, silently conveying her love and unwillingness to let him go.

When the women woke, the aroma of Jeremy's freshly brewed coffee filled the air, invigorating their senses and providing a comforting start to their conversation. Remembering events from the previous day, they looked at each other with sheepish grins, then joined him in the living room. They talked about their next moves and Camilla teased that, with Jeremy leaving, she may have to find a new special friend.

With a sip of her coffee, Sally smiled and said, "Well, now that I've left my husband, I'll need a place to stay."

The End - Camilla and Jeremy will return soon in - The Cryptic Liaison