Chapter 9 #2
Lacy lights up like a lantern. “I like this story already.”
I thought she might. “I was pretty clueless the first time. We went back to her place and started making out. Then clothes start coming off, she unhooks my bra, I peel off her panties?—”
“Yes, please.” Sybil slips another strawberry into Lacy’s mouth. “I also approve of this story.”
My heart starts to race for some inexplicable reason. Maybe the way Lacy just licked Sybil’s fingertips. Maybe the way we all know why I’ve chosen this particular story.
If there’s been any question of whether I’m up for same-sex affection, I’m providing the answer right now.
“The girl had more experience than I did,” I continue, “so she went down on me first. I came my brains out and wanted to return the favor.”
“Mmm.” Lacy’s tongue darts out to catch the last dribble of strawberry juice. “Keep going, please.”
“I tried to,” I say, enjoying the audience as much as the original experience. “But as soon as I start fingering her, she yelps and slams her legs together. Looks down at me like I’m nuts.”
“What?” Sybil’s appalled. “What was the problem?”
I take a sip of my wine. “She points to my hand and says, ‘You can’t finger me with those fucking talons.’ I hold up my palm and wiggle what’s left of my wedding manicure. “I’d gotten my nails done the day before, and I was so proud of growing them out.”
“Ouch,” Lacy says, nodding. “I get it, though.”
“I wanted to get it, too.” I grin and help myself to a strawberry.
“So I went and grabbed the clippers, and she sat there and watched me cut every last one of them.” I still remember the trembling anticipation.
Her sweet, breathy moans as I slid three freshly clipped fingers inside her and suckled her sweet little clit.
Lacy leans down to sweep hair off my face. “Did you get her off?”
“Yep.” Satisfaction rolls through me. “Learned a lot about my own body, being with a woman.”
“Amen to that.” Sybil brushes something off my shoulder. I don’t see any lint or a bug, so maybe she’s making excuses to touch me. “I learned the hard way to always opt for the Pride manicure.”
“Pride manicure?” I’ve never heard of that.
Lacy laughs and flutters her fingers in front of me. “Index and middle finger kept nice and short, baby.” She plucks a berry from the box and holds it up. Sybil opens her mouth and Lacy pops it inside. Sybil heaves a blissed-out sigh and a warm pulse of need throbs between my thighs.
Is this turning them on, or are they used to this much sexually charged banter? They must see hundreds of unclothed women. They live, eat, sleep, and breathe sexuality.
Am I alone in aching for more? More gentle caresses, or maybe a chance to recall what it’s like to kiss lips so unbearably soft.
Lacy catches me watching and smiles. “Want some?”
“Um—”
“A berry.” Lacy smiles like she knows that’s not what I’m aching for. Leaning forward again, she plucks a plump fruit from the basket. “Open for me.”
My heart starts to race as Sybil’s warm fingers coast down my spine. “They’re so juicy,” she murmurs, her lips stained with berry. “You really should taste one.”
I nod as my mouth goes dry. Sybil’s breasts are right there , just inches away from my mouth. So is the strawberry Lacy’s dangling by the stem just in front of me.
“Yes, please,” I manage, my voice slipping out husky and soft. Parting my lips, I wait without breathing.
“Good girl.” Lacy leans over, touching my cheek as she feeds me the berry. Long lashes flutter as her thumb skims my bottom lip. “Nice, hmm?”
“Delicious.” There’s a kettledrum pounding in my chest and a slick, achy heat in my core. I press my legs together, hungry for friction. For relief that won’t come just from flexing my thighs.
Lacy’s thumb traces my bottom lip. “You got a little juice right here.”
“Where?” My tongue darts out, wetting my lip and the side of her thumb.
“God, that mouth.” Lacy leans closer, hazel eyes searching mine. “May I kiss you, Camille?”
My breathless reply sounds like more of a squeak. “Yes.”
Unfolding her flawless bronze legs, she stretches out in the space right beside me.
I roll to face her, turning my back to Sybil for now.
I lie with my nose touching Lacy’s as she places a hand on my hip.
Her breath warms my skin with summertime heat and the scent of fresh strawberry pie.
Slowly, gently, her palm strokes my hip.
“You have beautiful eyes, Camille.”
“Thanks.” My jackhammer heart hits my ribs. I’ve got one hand tucked under my head, and I’m not sure what to do with the other. “You have a perfect mouth.”
“Wait ‘til you feel it all over your body.” She smiles as her hand finds the curve of my waist and my breath hitches.
Her lips brush mine, supple and soft and sweet with fresh berry.
I moan as her tongue grazes mine. We explore for a minute like that, restless hands searching, bare breasts kissing each other.
My palm cups the curve of her waist as I savor the exquisite softness of her skin.
At some point, I’m conscious of Sybil setting the food to the side. Then she’s moving beside us, running her hands over Lacy’s toned body. I’m sandwiched between them as Sybil’s light fingertips dance to my hip.
“Mind if I join you?” Sybil murmurs.
We nod our consent and I roll to my back, making room for all three of us.
The two women start kissing above me, a decadent bridge of soft tongues and delicate fingers.
Sybil’s hand covers my breast, squeezing and kneading as she rolls one stiff nipple with her thumb.
I moan and watch Lacy’s palm bump over Sybil’s taut ribcage, teasing the edge of one breast.
She draws back from her deep kiss with Sybil. “Touch her, Camille.” She cups Sybil’s breast like a gift she’s offering me. “They’re real and they’re perfect.”
“I can see that.” And I’m dying to feel for myself. Lifting a hand, I let my trembling fingers graze Sybil’s lush flesh. God, she feels good. A soft moan slips from her lips as I circle my thumb on her nipple, just like she’s doing to me.
Her moans make me bolder and I run a hand up Lacy’s side. Finding my way to her breast, I squeeze softly to test the weight in my palm. She presses against me, dipping down to kiss my lips.
“Just like that,” she whispers, kissing me again. “Look at you with two handfuls of titty.”
I giggle, then gasp as Lacy dips down to suckle my breast. Is this really my life? Am I seriously squeezing two women’s breasts right now?
Petal-soft skin fills my palms as the thrum of my pulse fills my ears. Sybil’s ripe, round nipple is right there, beading in my palm like a berry begging to be tasted.
It’s all I can think about now.
Licking my lips, I lift my eyes to hers. “May I?”
She doesn’t ask what I mean. “Anything you want, Camille.”
I slide down her body, flicking the tip of my tongue over that taut bud. She gives me a sweet little sigh, her hand gliding over my body. “Oh, sweetie—that feels so fucking good.”
Sybil’s hands slide to my hair, letting it sift through her fingers.
Our soft bodies squish together, grinding and grabbing as we all get a little bit greedy.
Someone’s squeezing my breasts, and I’m not even sure who.
We’re a tangle of curious fingers and feather-light kisses.
Fingertips tease at the wetness between my legs, and I moan and arch up.
“God, you’re wet.” Lacy teases my folds as her other hand roams Sybil’s body. “Is that for us?”
I nod with my mouth full of Sybil’s soft breast. “I want you both so much.” And I’m getting my wish right fucking now. Everything’s tingling, lit up like fireflies buzzing beneath my skin.
Don’t get me wrong. I’m wired to love dick more than just about anything. My twenty-four hours with Ashton served as a throbbing reminder how much I love straightforward sex with a man.
But touching two women, feeling their delicate hands trace my body, is a pleasure I haven’t experienced in ages. The heady scent of coconut sunscreen and berry juice fills me with light as Lacy slides down my body. My heartbeat ticks up as she gently nudges my thighs apart.
“Mmm, pretty.” Lacy slides into the space between my legs, planting a soft kiss on my hip.
Another one lands at the edge of my pubic bone, and I moan.
A whisper of warm breath skims my slick, throbbing seam and I bow up to feel more of that heat.
I’m aching and slick and desperate to feel her soft mouth where I need it.
“Look at how wet you are.” Her breath tickles the inside of my thigh. “How sexy is she, Syb?”
Sybil looks up from teasing my tits with her tongue. “So sexy.” She smiles down at me. “I think you should let her go down on you.”
“I agree.” Lacy laughs, her soft little breaths brushing my sopping wet center. “I’m quite good at it.”
“Please,” I beg. “Do it.”
Her soft tongue dips out, flicking the bump at the top of my sex. It’s barely a touch, but I arch off the mattress and whimper. She does it again and she may as well light me on fire. That’s how fast the flames race through my veins.
“Oh, God.” I clutch at the mattress, but there aren’t any sheets. Just a terry cloth towel and Sybil’s lush thigh in the palm of one hand. It doesn’t matter. Nothing matters but the sweet stroke of Lacy’s clever tongue.
My eyes flutter shut as I lose track of time. There’s nothing but bliss and the gentle suction of Lacy’s mouth exploring, licking, teasing. I can’t believe how fucking good this feels. She’s a master of the female body and mine’s about to go under.
“Wait.” She stops and pops up to peer at Sybil. “Should we call Kora?”
“Kora?” I blink myself back to the real world. I’m clutching Sybil’s thigh, and I shift to look into her silvery eyes. “You seek permission when playing with other partners?”
Sybil laughs. “She meant for a video call.” Her hand glides down Lacy’s back, cupping her pert little ass. “It’s kinda our thing.”