Lavender Excursions

by Danielle Engle

  Kimberly felt the arms that surrounded her, engulfing her with strength that both captivated and frightened her. She whimpered, as her cunt grew hot and wet with desire. She removed her gloves and flung them aside. Oblivious to the cold, she twisted Camarin's soft hair in her fingers. Groaning, she moved her body in rhythm with Camarin's.

  A wet, hot energy teased their pussies. Groping and panting, they moved to the ground together. Kimberly straddled Camarin's lap, wrapping her legs as she rubbed her clit vigorously over Camarin's firm stomach. She growled and spread herself out flat against Camarin's body. Her lips sought possession of her mouth, her tongue, her ear, and her neck. She reached for Camarin's breast.

  Camarin moaned softly, her body melding with Kimberly's. "Oh,"

  she gasped as Kimberly's teeth grazed her lips. She wanted those lips to bruise her and make her crazy with desire. "Yes, yes," she whispered in Kimberly's ear. She opened her jacket, welcoming Kimberly's hand on her breast. She thrust her chest up, offering herself to Kimberly's curious mouth and fingers. How she longed to feel those strong teeth gnashing against her breasts, biting her nipples as she cried out in pleasure!

  Kimberly was beside herself, her hand groping with the buttons on Camarin's shirt. Frustrated, she tugged it out of her pants and slid her hand underneath the soft fabric. She moaned when her hand closed over the rounded flesh. Her breasts were so hot and her nipples so hard, Kimberly longed to rip her shirt open and take them in her mouth. Oh, to savor the firm nipples pulling in and out of her mouth, to feel…

  It suddenly occurred to Kimberly what she was doing. How could she forget Mark who was probably waiting for her somewhere at the bottom of the slope! She belonged with him, not this woman who was writhing and gasping beneath her. "I'm not like this," she whispered.

  "No, I can't," she gasped, pulling away from Camarin.

  The cold air against her bare flesh made Camarin shiver. Her nipples became even harder, chilled by the wind that blew down from the top of the mountain. She felt Kimberly's rejection as painfully and desperately as she felt her desire. She watched her stand and stare down at her, shaking her head as though refusing to believe this was happening to her. "Kimberly, wait."

  Wordlessly, Kimberly walked away. Her movements stiff and awkward and her vision a single tunnel of light surrounded by darkness, she made her way off the mountain. When she heard Camarin's snowmobile, she turned. When Camarin stopped and motioned for her to get on, she didn't argue. She was cold and wet and wanted to be with Mark. They were at the bottom of the mountain within minutes. When she saw Mark, she felt her heart quicken. The job and the crazy mess Pat was trying to get her into had obviously taken its toll. Imagine her kissing a woman! She was off the snowmobile before Camarin stopped it. "Mark!"

  Mark was relieved to see Kimberly. "Oh, wow," he said, looking at the emergency symbol on the side of the snow mobile. "Is she hurt?" he asked, staring at Camarin.

  "Why don't you ask her yourself," Camarin tersely replied. She turned the engine off and removed her goggles. She shook her hair loose and fluffed it out with her fingers.

  Mark was staring open-mouthed. He was very surprised to see Kimberly getting off the snow mobile, but to discover the driver was a woman! He felt his fear returning to haunt him. Mouth still agape, he walked over to Kimberly. "Let me help you," he said, offering her his hand.

  Kimberly's legs were still trembling and she felt flushed from her encounter with Camarin. Rather than take Mark's hand, she gave him her skis. "I'm okay, Mark. Let's just get out of here and go back to the cabin," she said in a low voice, her head turned away from Camarin.

  Mark nodded. Now that he knew Kimberly was okay, he turned to Camarin. "I can't thank you enough," he said, pumping her hand vigorously up and down.

  "That's what I'm here for," Camarin replied. She extricated her hand as quickly as possible, suppressing an urge to wipe it on her pants. She turned to Kimberly. "If you're determined to ski the tough slopes, I suggest you take a fitness class to strengthen your leg and arm muscles," she told her. "You might find it beneficial in other ways, too," she said, winking at Kimberly.

  Mark watched the exchange. He felt he was missing something, but he let himself assume it was unimportant. He balanced their skis over his shoulder and took Kimberly by the arm. "Let's go," he said, starting toward the ski lodge.

  Kimberly turned once to look at Camarin. She was watching them and Kimberly could not help but notice her eyes. They were filled with something akin to what Kimberly was feeling. Hunger, longing, desire, lust, any way you described it, she wanted to make love to this woman who was watching her. If she could only bring herself to turn and walk away from Mark…

  Camarin watched until they were inside the lodge. When she turned to climb back on the snow mobile, she noticed Kimberly's gloves lying on the ground. She smiled and tucked the stray gloves inside her pocket. Goggles in place, she climbed onto her seat, revved the motor and started back to the cabin where she and Taylor were staying.

  Chapter Eleven

  Taylor was busying herself about the cabin while she waited for Camarin. When she finally returned, Taylor was in the kitchen, pulling a tray of cookies from the oven.

  "Um, something smells good," Camarin said. She removed her boots and jacket and sat down at the kitchen counter. "Chocolate chip?" she asked.

  "Sort of," Taylor replied. "Here, try one." She placed a cookie on a napkin and gave it to Camarin.

  "Um," Camarin exclaimed between mouthfuls. "This tastes wonderful. I didn't know you had such hidden talents."

  Taylor blushed. "Baking is one of my favorite pastimes. It reminds me of when I was growing up. Even though she worked full-time, Mama always found time to put something in the oven. No pun intended," she added when Camarin gave her a wicked grin.

  "Did you grow up somewhere in the south?" Camarin asked. She reached for another cookie, only to have Taylor slap her hand away.

  "The cookie sheet is still hot," Taylor scolded her. She slid the spatula under another cookie and placed it on Camarin's napkin.

  "Yes, I grew up in the south. Alabama to be exact."

  Camarin smiled knowingly. "Did you know Taryn is from South Carolina?" she asked.

  "No way!" Taylor exclaimed. "She has no accent whatsoever.

  Wow, I never would have guessed."

  Camarin peered thoughtfully out the window as she munched on another bite of cookie. "I wouldn't bring it up if I were you," Camarin told her. "She's awfully touchy about it. I told her that southern women make better lovers, but she doesn't believe me."

  For all intents and purposes, Taylor knew Camarin was baiting her.

  "And how might you know that?" Although she'd been warned not to, Taylor couldn't resist baiting Camarin right back.

  Camarin thought it over for a moment, then rose from her chair.

  She sauntered over and stood behind Taylor, who was leaning over the counter. She placed her hands around Taylor's waist and moved closer to her. "Does it matter how I know?" she whispered in Taylor's ear. "Wouldn't you rather I show you?" She slid her tongue inside the other woman's ear, her breathing growing more labored as she pressed her cunt against Taylor's ass.

  Startled by Camarin's sudden aggressiveness, Taylor curled her hands around the spatula. She moved her hips back and forth across Camarin's groin. "I don't know that there's anything you can show me I don't already know," she challenged.

  Camarin pressed her hands tightly around Taylor's waist and pulled her tightly against her. She pressed her mound against Taylor's ass, her hands guiding Taylor's hips back and forth over her clit. She was touching all the right places and applying just the right amount of pressure. Deciding the moment had distinct possibilities, Camarin stopped her movement and jerked Taylor into an upright position.

  She drew her hair away from her neck. Her mouth found the soft spot, the flesh she knew would bruise most easily. Eagerly, she sucked the tender area.

  Taylor groaned and pulled Ca
marin's hands up around her breasts.

  Rubbing her head against Camarin's, she longed for this wonderful sensation to never end. She opened her mouth and moaned softly against Camarin's hair. Alternately squeezing and releasing Camarin's hands on her breasts, she felt the fire flaming in her groin. An internal voice warned her to stop, but she did not heed the warning. "I'm waiting," she groaned, taunting Camarin with her haughty behavior.

  Camarin wrenched her hands free of Taylor's grasp. "She who plays with fire is bound to get burned," she growled. In one swift movement, she hooked a hand on either side of Taylor's collar and ripped her shirt open down the front. She spun Taylor around to face her. Smiling all the while, she pulled a knife from a set resting atop the counter.

  Taylor gasped at the sight, wondering if she'd gone too far with her teasing. "Oh," she gasped when she felt the cold metal pressing inside her cleavage. This was going just a little too far. "Okay, enough," she said, trying to push the knife away from her skin.

  Camarin seized her hand and twisted the arm behind her back. She slid the back of the knife's blade between Taylor's breasts, watching, as her nipples grew hard and pointed. "Can't stop now," she said, shaking her head back and forth. She drew the blade through the thin fabric of Taylor's bra. Cut in half, the confining garment fell open and released Taylor's breasts.

  Taylor drew a sharp breath and stared down at her bare front.

  Camarin released her arm. Standing very still with both arms dangling at her sides, Taylor felt frightened. Yet, she also felt excited, as evident by the damp spot on her panties. She looked up at Camarin, wide-eyed with wonder. This was something she'd only dreamed about, hoping that some day when the time was right, Taryn would deflower her. That prospect seemed to be disappearing fast as Camarin bore down upon her.

  Deciding to play with her for a while, Camarin removed a lighter from her pocket. She flicked it on, then ran the flame over the knife blade. When it seemed sufficiently hot, she closed the lighter.

  Brandishing the knife in front of Taylor's firm upright breasts, she touched the tip of her nipple ever so lightly with the hot blade.

  Taylor silenced a scream building up inside her, her eyes pleading with Camarin to put the knife away. When Camarin flicked the hot metal once more against her nipple, Taylor's eyes suddenly begged her to continue. Filled with wonder and an equal amount of fear, she drew her chest up and offered her bare breasts to Camarin. She watched the flames from the lighter lick over the metal blade once more. Fear battling with excitement, she started to pull away, but she knew it was too late. Even if she tried to stop her, Camarin was far stronger and more forceful than Taylor could ever be.

  Camarin thrilled at the sight of a woman overcome by her power.

  Once more, she pressed the hot metal against Taylor's nipple. This time she held it for about two seconds – long enough to make her cry out and cover her stinging flesh. Not to be daunted, Camarin turned her attention to the other breast. Only this time, she seized it with her mouth, just enough to tease her and moisten the flesh. Then she drew back and ran the lighter over the knife again.

  "Ouch," Taylor cried out as Camarin pressed the hot metal against her bare wet nipple. Despite her fear or perhaps because of it, Taylor was so aroused her panties were soaked. She held her breath as Camarin pulled back and stared into her eyes – eyes that held fear.

  When she tried to look away, Camarin forced her chin up and her eyes straightforward.

  Camarin was certain now that Taylor was still a lesbian virgin. She decided to have some fun with her. She pushed Taylor to her knees, her head only inches from Camarin's cunt. Camarin unzipped her jeans and pushed them down about her ankles. Her bush moistened with her own cum, she knew Taylor could smell her. "Doesn't it smell wonderful," she said, pressing Taylor's face against her.

  Taylor moaned as Camarin's soft pubic hair brushed against her cheek. She pressed closer and felt the wetness on her mouth and cheeks. She breathed deeply, wanting to absorb that wonderful smell and commit it to her memory. It was pure unadulterated arousal, nothing more and nothing less.

  "You like that, Taylor?" Camarin asked. She pulled her lips apart slightly and pressed forward with her hips. When Taylor hesitated, she smiled encouragingly. "Go on," she whispered to Taylor. "Touch me. I know you want to."

  Feeling shy and uncertain, Taylor hesitated and looked up at Camarin. When she saw the naked arousal in Camarin's gaze, all hesitancy disappeared. Taylor slid her face up so her mouth was over Camarin's clit. Her tongue reached out and she tasted the sweet nectar that only a moment before had bathed her face. She took her time, wanting to savor every moment.

  Camarin's body still aroused from her encounter with Kimberly, she pressed her fingers eagerly against Taylor's neck, urging her to touch her, to use her mouth and tongue on her painfully swollen clitoris.

  "Now," she whispered. Her voice was low and sultry, each word a practiced seduction as she led another woman down the path of no return. Camarin Knight could never imagine a woman giving up the forbidden fruit once she'd partaken of it. She ran her fingers through Taylor's hair, caressing her face as she urged her to come closer.

  Each move very slow and calculated, Taylor nudged Camarin's erection with her tongue. "Umm," she murmured, as she tasted the silky liquid that bathed Camarin's genitals. Her body was preparing her for intercourse and Taylor wondered about her preferences. There was so much she didn't know. How could she possibly do justice for someone as worldly and experienced as Camarin?

  Tempered with the patience that comes from experience, Camarin offered Taylor sighs and gestures of encouragement. She traced her finger over her wet clit, coating it with her juices and pressing it against Taylor's lips. When her mouth opened and she sucked Camarin's finger deeply inside of her, then licked it with her tongue, Camarin knew it wouldn't be much longer now. When Taylor had sucked her finger dry, she withdrew it from her mouth. It was time for another demonstration. Camarin slid her hand down to her opening, drawing back her lips so Taylor could see her pussy. She pressed the tip of her finger in and out of her opening, moaning softly with each thrust. She heard Taylor gasp and she offered her another taste of the honey.

  Taylor could feel the excitement coursing through Camarin's body.

  Her hands trembled as Camarin guided her, pressing her finger deeply inside her hot cunt. Taylor had felt only herself – never another woman. She marveled at this new experience, the walls of Camarin's vagina closing around her finger, letting her know she was ready. At this point, her instincts took over and Taylor drew three fingers closely together. She took aim, plunged, and then ardently fucked Camarin Knight's pussy.

  Camarin sighed and purred, each thrust vibrating her walls and teasing that sacred spot tucked safely in the back. "Not bad for a virgin," she gasped, running her hands through Taylor's hair. "How about some tongue now?" she whispered.

  Taylor complied, her tongue flicking Camarin's clit while she continued to fuck her. The tip was so hard and so erect Taylor would not have been surprised if she'd come right then and there. When she finally realized that such was not the case, Taylor placed her mouth over Camarin's erection and diligently sucked and caressed it.

  "Umm," she uttered. Camarin's sighs of pleasure gave her the courage to unleash her raging libido. Driven by a hunger long denied, she seized Camarin's clit in her mouth and shook her head vigorously from side to side. The process was repeated several times as she lost herself in that wonderful paradise between Camarin Knight's legs.

  Camarin shook and trembled as Taylor brought her to orgasm. The heat was unbearably hot and explosive. She gritted her teeth and held fast to Taylor's shoulders as she neared orgasm. When it began, she screamed and raged, twisting in the throes of her wild savage-like passion. Taylor would not stop, but continued until she had sucked her dry and taken her to heights she'd known with only a select few women. She wondered how much of it was Taylor and how much of it was a leftover of her encounter with Kimberly. N
onetheless, her legs and arms felt weak and she thought certain she'd collapse if Taylor did not stop. Gently, she pushed her head away from her cunt.

  "Please," she gasped, smiling down at Taylor's upturned face. "I need to rest for a minute."

  Taylor felt her cheeks. They were hot, flushed, and wet with Camarin's cum. She wondered what would happen next, how Camarin would take her. Her eyes gazing expectantly at Camarin, she waited for her to do something.

  When Camarin opened her eyes and found Taylor staring up at her, she felt a sudden anger boiling to the surface. The source of her anger belonged to Kimberly Justin, not the woman who looked so innocently and longingly up at her. Camarin hurriedly zipped her pants, touched Taylor affectionately on the cheek, then turned and left the cabin. She didn't bother with a jacket or boots, wanting to place as much time and distance between herself and Taylor as possible.

  Otherwise, she was afraid of what her anger might bring her to do to Taylor Blythe.

  Taylor frowned and watched as Camarin stopped beside the woodpile and rolled her sleeves back. She lifted the axe and started swinging. The wood supply was already abundant inside the little shed behind the cabin. For a moment, Taylor worried that Camarin was not pleased with her performance, but deep down she knew it was something else. She sensed that Camarin had an agenda all her own and right now she was not a part of it. She sighed and rested her head against the kitchen window, thinking about Kimberly Justin and wondering if things would be different if she was not in the picture.

  Outside the air was brisk and cold, the fragrance offering a purity to replace the wanton desires raging within Camarin's body. She lifted the axe and cut through the wood. The cuts were so perfect that the wood did not splinter. Over and over, the axe rose and fell as Camarin replenished the woodpile that she, too, knew was already more than adequate.

  Taylor watched for a few moments longer, then stood. She was still troubled by Camarin's sudden unrest, but she knew it was not her place to know what troubled her. She emptied the tray of cookies onto the cooling rack and busied herself in the kitchen, washing dishes and putting away the baking supplies. When she picked up the knife Camarin had used to burn her nipples, she trembled. The nipples were red, swollen and somewhat painful. But beyond the pain was a need to be caressed and sucked. Tentatively, she placed her hands on her breasts. Her eyes riveted once more to Camarin who was still chopping wood outside the window. She teased her nipples.