by K T Morrison
Cassidy said, “Pop Tart?”
Cass pouted her lips at him, patted his cheek, and in a baby voice said, “You’re my Pop Tart, my widdle cherry chocolate Pop Tart,” breaking up laughing before she could finish, Cassidy laughing as well.
He patted her cheek, too, both of them touching each other’s faces. “Thank you, my widdle Titty Nubbins.”
At this one, Cass threw her head back with a great laugh, stomping one bare foot on the ground, the seat of her white shorts showing dirt.
“Titty what?” she laughed.
Amberly said over the laptop’s monitor: “You guys are running out of things to call each other.”
Cass made a mean face and firmly proclaimed: “Never.”
The two of them had taken a few nips off the Jack which was hidden behind the log. Both of them in even freer moods than when they started. Amberly had taken a swig herself.
She said to Cass: “You want to see your Pop Tart?” setting down her laptop, getting up and bringing the iPad over to them.
“Yes, please,” she said, hands out to receive it.
Amberly squatted before them and handed it over, the screen filled with the both of their faces looking quite serious, and quite sexy, light glimmering off them lubriciously.
“Whoah, hot, dude,” Cassidy saying, looking over Cass’s shoulder.
“Shit, we look good,” Cass said, taking the point of her finger and scrolling through JPEG previews of her RAW files.
They each took turns making little noises exclaiming what they thought about the pictures, laughing at some that weren’t so great when they were caught making funny expressions.
When Cass scrolled to the end, she said, “After you called me, I went all up in your Instagram …”
“Yeah,” Amberly said, waiting to hear some insight from this new friend that she was strangely eager to hear. She usually took advice from no one.
Cassidy waited too, eyes on Cass, holding the front of the fleece and drumming it in and out to cool himself off and fan air in his face. Cass said, “These pictures … look, well, way sexier than anything else you have.”
Amberly laughed, relieved, and took the iPad back and looked at a picture on the screen. “Yeah, I guess. But … that’s not me, is it? That’s kind of you two.” She turned to face them, showing off a picture of them, fleeces unzipped and revealing sweat slicked chests and collars, the head of Cassidy’s tattoo eagle poking out in the V.
Cassidy, looking at the iPad, said, “Yeah, you look hot as shit, Cass.”
“Aw, thanks Poppy Pop Tart,” she said and touched his lower lip with the point of her index finger.
Amberly turned the iPad back around and started scrolling through the sexy pictures. She said, “I don’t know. Am I crazy?—I like them a lot. A lot. I want to keep going.”
“I want to keep going, too,” Cass said. Cassidy nodded.
Amberly returned to the van and exchanged the iPad for her camera again. When she turned, Cass looked at her earnestly and it stopped her. “What?”
Cass said, “Can we push it? Do you want us to push it a little?”
She stared at the two of them; two hot-as-shit twenty-year-olds, tanned, and sweaty, and screaming sex. She stayed expressionless and didn’t answer Cass.
She did. She did want them to push it.
CASS DREW down the fleece’s zipper, a narrow American flag pull-tab pinched between thumb and forefinger. Cassidy watched the bare skin of her chest revealed, helpless to Cass’s seductive manner. She stopped the draw just between her breasts; not enough for anything to be revealed, but enough to draw your eyes there to see if anything were revealed.
Cassidy did it now as well, opened his fleece, going slow while Cass took her turn to watch, a sly and confident smile on her face. The eagle on his gleaming, masculine chest shone with his sweat, its raptor profile revealed; the back, the shoulders, the shapes that made the wings … Amberly clicked away.
Now their eyes came up to look at each other, and after a flash of sheepish smiles, they both gave each other sunken cheek, no-nonsense stares meant for the camera, brows low, jaws firm, Cass’s lips slightly parted.
Cassidy reached out and touched her neck, thumb coming up then to push down gently on her chin, parting her lips wider. Cass responded with an unexpected lusty gasp, tilting her face up, showing the inside of her mouth and narrowing her eyes in a way that seemed like Cassidy had slipped a hand into her panties rather than touching her neck.
“Why don’t you kiss me, Tiger Eyes?” she whispered, and the soft sibilance of her voice brought that tightness back to Amberly’s stomach. There was something magically sexy about Cass and she coveted it.
Cassidy smiled, said, “Tiger Eyes? I like that one. Might be my favorite.”
Their faces came closer together and Amberly’s shutter triggered like a drum line while she shifted, anticipating the best angle to see their lips touch.
Cass whispered, “And Amberly thought I’d run out,” making both of them smile and chuckle breathily in the heartbeat before they kissed.
When their lips finally came together, Amberly’s stomach hardened in a column, and she grunted a pained sound thankfully drowned out by the flurry of her camera’s shutter. The two beautiful Cassidys sucked on each other’s mouths, soft smacking noises coming, both rocking their heads with downturned eyes. Cassidy gripped her neck and ran his thumb up and down her throat while they kissed. Cass gripped his wrist while he did.
Amberly was getting it all—but what was it? What was she getting? She couldn’t actually use any of this, could she? God, they made the clothes look good, and they were both just dripping sex. Something inside her was responding to it—the sight of them so intimate was profoundly compelling. Maybe others would see it, too …?
Their kissing broke with the sound of their gentle exhales coming in soft laughs. They came apart, sucking their own lips introspectively, watching each other’s eyes; the two of them manufacturing a connection for the sake of her camera and their own bodies responding naturally. Cass bit her bottom lip, and Cassidy looked at her hungrily. His eyes narrowed and he said, “You’re a good kisser.”
“I am,” she agreed.
She was, too. And Amberly could tell now that the reaction she captured in her camera was more than acting, they both had biological responses to their connection. Cass’s cheeks flushed with color evident even under her tan, and now, more obvious, Cassidy had achieved some degree of sexual arousal. Between his legs, that soft hump she’d noted there during the gas stop had grown and now strained against the thin canvas fabric of his carpenter pants. There was a certain guilt or shame she felt for letting her eyes drift there, but once noted, it was obvious that it sought attention. It moved. Under the fabric she saw it swell and strain, move incrementally against the inside of his leg. A small shift, fighting his pant leg, it nudged itself slightly higher and, somehow, seeing another man’s sexual arousal suddenly drove her wild. Cass had done this to this handsome dude. Her charms had aroused him like that without even touching it. Just kissing for the camera. And Amberly’s camera’s voyeuristic eye had unexpectedly connected her to them. That connection drove a sudden arousal of her own.
Then, without thinking, she uttered, “I can clearly see what a good kisser she is.” It was a crazy and inappropriate thing to say and once uttered she had an immediate desire to take it back, or to divert it somehow. But she wanted to see Cassidy’s arousal, and she also wanted him to know she saw his arousal. It was their connection.
Cassidy was unsure what she meant at first, but quickly caught up. “Huh?—oh,” he said, then tugged at the hem of his fleece. “Sorry.”
Cass gave a girlish giggle then leaned forward to see where his hand had tugged the fleece. It was hidden from her but she knew what happened.
From where she crouched, Amberly still saw it though—at least the bulbous end of it, pressing against his pant leg just as urgently even though he’d been caught. Or, probably, m
ore urgently, she thought (hoped), given that two women were looking at it now.
He acted embarrassed but not ashamed, but before he could speak and maybe ruin the moment, she said, “Keep going,” and triggered her shutter, hoping the sound would spur them on.
“Yeah,” Cassidy said absently, drawing close to Cass again, watching her pretty mouth as her lips parted to take him with a shockingly intimate kiss. Their mouths came together again, and now there was more touching. Less tentative than the first time, they both let their hands wander a little over one another, keeping it camera-friendly, but their passion undeniable as restrained as it was. Cass touched his neck, let her fingertips caress him. They drifted lower, into the V of his open fleece and now she felt his bare chest, her hand slipping inside his jacket, leaving Amberly to unconsciously wonder what his skin felt like. Was he hot to the touch? Was his chest as hard as she imagined? She swallowed dryly, her mind reeling at how erotic this photo shoot had become and how much it affected her.
“That’s great,” she whispered under her camera’s shutter sound, a frail encouragement, something to remind them she was professional and this was all about the images she captured and their display had no effect on her at all, especially sexually—God, why would you even think that, guys? Truth was, her chest had gone sweaty, her heart rate was high and she felt a flush to her cheeks. And the feeling between her legs was something she’d rather not address at all—better to adjust ignore it altogether.
Cassidy’s hand came to Cass’s waist and their kissing became more impassioned. His hand slipped below the hem of Cass’s fleece, then up underneath it, touching her where she was bare. Cassidy’s touch on Cass was felt on Amberly, some poltergeist thing—she could imagine his fingertips touching her where her pants ended, just above her belt line where she was ticklish but not too ticklish. Her flesh was a little soft compared to sexy Cass, but she imagined Cassidy loved the feel just the same ...
“Okay, God, okay guys,” she said now in a soft sound, wanting to keep shooting but afraid of what it was doing to her.
“Yeah?” Cass asked, pulling her lips from Cassidy but keeping her eyes on him.
She didn’t answer and instead kept shooting. Cassidy shifted uncomfortably and she realized he was trying to adjust his hardening penis without touching it and now her stomach sucked in again with strange excitement. He’d grown again, his penis thick and straight, bulging out the inside of his pants leg. Swollen hard enough she could see the raised lip of the large cock head.
The desire in her to be involved somehow in this sexual display rose again and she said, “Your pants are getting a little uncomfortable?”
“Yeah,” he joked, frowning, watching Cass’s eyes, obviously affected by the things she did. “Sorry, I can’t help it.”
Cass, still close to him, said, “I thought you were supposed to be a professional.”
Hand still under her fleece, he said, “You need to stop being so hot.”
“Well, I’m not going to do that now, am I?” she said, tilting her head in a ‘c’mon, get real’ attitude. Then she raked her clawed fingernails through his hair, stroking from his temples to the back, over top of his ears. She looked directly in his eyes as she did, and Cassidy was mesmerized, mouth open, eyes hazy and half-lidded. A slow smile tugged at Cass’s mouth, then engaging it fully, pulling her expression to deviously mirthful. Cassidy literally shook his head, laughed then, understanding that she was fucking with him and that he’d fallen for it.
Cass turned to the camera now and said, “Is it wrecking the shot? Do we need to cover it?”
Amberly, disgustingly, wanted it in the shot, and she was about to say not to worry, she would crop around it, but Cass wasn’t really asking, just setting herself up to tease her hot male model further. Her long tanned hand fell to his lap, cupped the inside of his thigh, slid high until she gripped his erection through his pants. Cassidy flinched, eyes engaged with hers again, his own smile taking on similar deviousness. Amberly held the button down on her shutter release and snapped every fractional second of their explicit contact, before the two of them laughed, Cass letting his penis go and Cassidy sitting straighter, putting his hands down and tugging on his pants, letting his arousal point straight up and hiding it from them. He made pained but funny expressions for the camera and she caught them.
“Sorry, couldn’t resist,” Cass said, languidly leaning back now on the log and putting an arm up. She drew her knees high, and smiled in narrow satisfaction.
“Damn, Cass,” Cassidy sighed, eyes still glued to her and Cass obviously loving it.
Amberly let her camera come down to rest and she slowly exhaled. Heat washed up her back and pooled between her legs. Dampness had soaked the back of her T-shirt and she worried there could be a legitimate chance that her khaki shorts could show a darkness at the crotch from an astounding interior sweat that she couldn’t even believe. “Maybe, yeah ... hoo,” she laughed and they joined her. “Let’s take a break here, huh? How about we get cooled off ...”
“I might need to have a cold shower,” Cassidy laughed, then said, “Maybe go jump in the stream.”
“That’s a good idea,” Cass agreed.
Amberly sat her butt down on the ground and folded her muscular legs up, concerned there would be a tell-tale sign of her own arousal. “You know?—that is a good idea. Go down to the water, get cooled off. We can shoot the shells there, I can get shots of the water beading up on the Gore-tex, you two horsing around in the stream. What do you think?”
“I like it,” Cass said and Cassidy joined in by nodding affirmatively.
“Okay,” Amberly said, “Head down. Let me swap cards, batteries, look over the photos on the hard drive.”
“Cool,” Cass said, leaning over the log and reaching behind, coming back with a lighter and an anodized puck—her weed grinder.
Cassidy stood, shaking out his pants in an effort to keep his erection hidden and to make himself comfortable. He shook out his hair and Cass told him to go on. Amberly stood as well and moved to the open side of the van. Cass followed her, standing beside her as she sat on the lip and spun her laptop around to face her.
Cass asked, “Was that okay?”
She nodded, then said, “Whatever you’re comfortable with.”
Cass nodded now too, withdrawing rolling papers from the fleece’s side pocket. Behind her Cassidy walked toward the trail with an armful of the Stroud shells, looking up at the trees.
She swapped batteries in the camera and Cassidy called out from the woods, “You coming?”
She waved to him, turned back to Amberly. “I’m heading down to the water.”
“Okay,” Amberly said.
Cass took a step, turned around, walking backward now. “Anything happens tonight, you join in if you want.”
“What? ...” Amberly said, eyes darting up to Cass but she’d pivoted and now skipped to catch up with Cassidy who was waiting for her with a wide smile.
Join in? What did that mean? She watched the two of them link up, hook arms through each other’s, talking and walking the sandy trail that would lead them to the stream.
The twisting hurt that had seized her stomach hadn’t lessened and she bent over to try and relieve it. On her laptop, the photos had updated wirelessly and now her hand was drawn to key through them again, tapping the arrow and scrolling backward through the images. The two Cassidys laughing and joking, Cass squeezing Cassidy’s dick, them kissing. It was so fucking hot. An ache had developed between her legs and she fanned her shirt up to take a peek. No signs of her dampness had seeped through, thankfully, but she felt so hot.
Picture frozen on Cass holding Cassidy’s rather large erection through his pants she looked around to confirm she was alone and that her two models weren’t on their way back. No one coming, she slipped her hand into her shorts and under the waist of her panties. Oh, she was definitely wet. She stroked a finger over her labia, found them happy and full and hot and very slick. Her
finger lingered a little too long, and she closed her hand in there with her thighs. Cass’s hand looked so hot on his cock. Her finger slid inside herself timidly, then she shook it off, clapped her legs tighter together and withdrew her hand.
Was Cass saying she would be welcome in a threesome?
Next to her, her iPhone sat screen up and she saw a text from Cam asking How’s it going?
How’s it going, Cam? Fucking crazy, that’s how. Fucking wild. And she found herself in the craziest predicament she could ever imagine. She needed a reset from the madness that their lives had become but all she wanted was to get in touch with who she’d been when everything was so much freer and easier. She wasn’t looking for some distraction, wasn’t looking to cheat on her husband, even if it was with some hot, well-hung model. This was not the reset she was looking for. And yet ... Her insides were on fire, her heart raced uncontrollably. It was not what she was looking for but something about it called to her.
There were a million things she wanted to text to Cam right now (Hey, babe, you cool if I have a threesome?), and it would be so good to pick up her phone and hear his reassuring voice in her ear, too, but instead she held her finger down on the text field and sent the man she loved a big old thumbs-up. Yeah, Cam, it’s going good here, buddy. Boy would she have a story to tell him when she got home. If she could get the nerve to tell him.
“Fuck it,” she sighed, picked up her camera, locked the van, grabbed the bottle of Jack and headed to the trail to join her models in the water before they did something she didn’t want to miss.
CHAPTER FIVE
AN INTENSE FEELING rifled through her while looking over her shoulder, watching men ogle her body. Never one to be ogled—nor, she thought, really to desire it—once it happened, the effect was profound.
She flexed for them, shifted her ankles from side to side to show them her body, even sneakily tugged at the hem of her dress to raise it just that little bit higher. Watched their faces as she did, that dirtiness that had risen inside her when she danced with another man who was clearly aroused driven even wilder now. She had control of them. Could see it in their faces. They wanted her and wanted her bad. Not just her husband, the man who had her all the time but a breathtakingly handsome lawyer who had to be six-four, a beautiful boyish executive with the sweetest smile, and this Nordic beauty with thick long hair. All of them were stunning, and all of them would do things to her if she allowed them. She would never allow that. If that was even what her stupid husband was suggesting.