Lavender Excursions

by Danielle Engle

  Camarin watched the display with an air of indifference, thinking how cocky and over-impressed Mark was of himself. She had an urge to kick him in the balls and watch his damn penis go limp. As it was, he had Kimberly's hand pressed against it, making it appear that he was trying to get her to stroke it for him, right then and there. "Am I interrupting something?" she asked, fixing her gaze very pointedly at Mark's groin.

  "Uh, no. Of course not," Kimberly replied. She hastily removed her hand from Mark's pocket and placed it inside her own. Why was she embarrassed about another woman seeing Mark tease her this way? "You're fooling only yourself," the little voice whispered inside her head. The steady aching throb between her legs had started the minute she heard Camarin's voice at the front door. There was no denying it. For some reason, she was longing to feel this woman inside of her, making love to her, lying beside her in the bed she now shared with Mark, and whispering sweet nothings in her ear. She shivered just thinking about it.

  "Well, I should be going anyway," Camarin said. She made a gesture of dismissal, a polite smile on her face, as if telling Kimberly she knew her little secret and it was okay.

  Kimberly did not miss the implication nor had she missed the flicker in Camarin's eyes when she saw Kimberly's hand on Mark's penis. She felt certain now that the attraction was mutual and she wanted desperately to talk to her about it. As she was turning to leave, Kimberly caught Camarin's hand. "Wait," she said. "Mark was just getting ready to go visit his uncle. Weren't you, Mark?" She rushed on, not giving Mark a chance to reply. "I planned to fix myself a cup of hot cocoa and curl up in front of the fireplace. Why don't you join me? It's the least I can do to thank you for all your trouble."

  Kimberly's unexpected behavior took Mark by surprise. He was at a loss as to what he should do, but his public persona dictated. His tone very polite, he looked at Camarin and smiled. "Why, yes," he replied. "Why don't you stay for a bit and keep my girl out of trouble while I'm away. I'll drive you back to your cabin when I return. I shouldn't be gone long," he added. Mark smiled and winked at Kimberly, not noticing her wince when he referred to her as his girl .

  However, Camarin did notice. "Well, thank you," she replied, her voice very cool and distant. "I must admit, it's a bit colder out than I realized. Don't know what possessed me to walk all this way in the cold. And with my hair still damp, too," she added, running her fingers over her hair.

  "Then it's settled," Kimberly said. She slid Camarin's jacket from her shoulders and gave her a gentle push toward the fireplace. "Go make yourself comfortable while I hang your coat up to dry and put the cocoa on. See you later, Hon," she called out to Mark.

  He was standing at the kitchen door. "Yeah, I'll be back in a bit,"

  he said. Looking at Camarin once more, he nodded very politely, then turned and left.

  Both women listened as Mark started his four-wheel drive and sped out of the driveway. It was an awkward moment, Camarin thinking she'd stepped too far over the line and Kimberly wishing she'd step a little further. Trying to deflect an embarrassing moment, both women looked away. Camarin warmed her hands over the fire while Kimberly busied herself in the kitchen making the hot cocoa.

  Mark pulled over once he was out of sight of the cabin. He knew something was going on between the two women. He wasn't sure what it was, but he knew it was something. When he thought about it though, he realized Kimberly might be experiencing the same premarital trepidation he'd experienced after he decided to propose to her. Time to talk to Uncle Bob , he told himself, patting the ring inside his jacket pocket. He'd planned to officially spring the question this weekend.

  While Mark could work up a good argument to quiet his fears, Kimberly could not think of a way to dissuade her feelings toward the woman in her living room. She stirred the hot cocoa, postponing her return to the living room for as long as possible while she tried to figure something out. "Oh, hell," she muttered to herself. "What's the worst thing that could happen?" She poured the cocoa and carried the steaming cups on a tray into the living room.

  Camarin smiled broadly at Kimberly as she crossed the room. She held the tray and two napkins that she'd grabbed on her way past the dining room table. Afraid she would drop something, Camarin hurried over and offered to take the tray. "Well, at least let me take the napkins," she said when Kimberly shooed her away, insisting she was okay.

  As Camarin took the napkins, theirs hands brushed together once again. They paused, searching one another's eyes, looking for some sign, some hint of the other's attraction. Kimberly knew it was now or never. She set the tray on the nearest table and took the napkins from Camarin's hand. She tossed them aside, leaned forward and offered Camarin her mouth.

  Acting as if the incident earlier in the day had never happened, Camarin pressed her lips against Kimberly's. It was a gentle kiss, filled with all the hesitancy and uncertainty of first time lovers.

  Camarin's heart was racing, but she forced herself to keep her hands at her sides, her lips the only part of her body touching Kimberly. Her hesitancy was in part because of Taryn and her expressed interest in being the first woman to take Kimberly. Yet, at a deeper level, she knew it was something more. Kimberly Justin threatened to unnerve her and she found the prospect both exciting and threatening.

  Kimberly waited anxiously, eager for Camarin to embrace her.

  When she continued to hesitate, Kimberly moved forward and stepped into her arms as though she'd been there many times before. She felt Camarin's mouth press against her neck as they held each other close.

  Feeling one another's heartbeats, their breathing shifted so their breasts rose together and their nipples anxiously sought contact.

  "Ah," Kimberly gasped, her hands tightening around Camarin's arms as their nipples touched.

  They moved together, teasing one another in a maddening sort of way, neither one of them ready to commit to crossing that final boundary. Their mouths fell open and they could hear one another panting with excitement. They stepped back and gazed into each other's eyes, questioning, always questioning. Seconds that seemed like hours passed, their tongues waiting anxiously for the other's touch. And then, finally, they kissed. There was neither gentleness nor hesitancy this time. Their lips were devouring one another, their tongues anxious to taste and explore, hands twisting through hair as their faces drew closer. Their lips crushed together, their teeth pressing hard against one another's mouth.

  Kimberly groaned with desire, her cunt throbbing, begging to be taken. Eagerly she kissed Camarin's mouth, bruising her tender lips, sucking them so hard she felt them swelling. Yet, she could not stop.

  She heard Camarin gasp and paused to listen for her protest. Hearing only silence, she resumed her hungry quest. "Oh," she moaned. "I want you. I want you so badly, I feel like I'm going to come just kissing you."

  Camarin smiled inwardly, her heart soaring to new heights. Their mouths fit together so perfectly, working frantically to close the gap and fulfill their mutual longing. "Are … are you sure you want to do this?" Camarin gasped between kisses.

  Kimberly placed her hands on Camarin's ass, her fingers exploring the firm cheeks, wondering at the strength of the muscles underneath.

  She opened her mouth, searching for Camarin's lower lip, alternately biting and sucking it, spanking it into submission. She squeezed Camarin's ass and pulled her hard against her. Camarin's mound was pressing against her stomach and Kimberly reached underneath her, searching for the magic button, the spot that would make Camarin moan and tremble in her arms.

  Camarin growled, angry with herself for feeling this way, for wanting to be taken, rather than taking. She gripped Kimberly's ass cheeks in her hands, squeezing her so hard she screamed. The passion that had transported both women to another world was now fueling Camarin's age-old need for control. She gripped Kimberly's face, her mouth claiming her lips, her tongue, the very air she breathed. When Kimberly responded in kind, Camarin's anger was stilled. It lay dormant beneath the surface
of her need, the overwhelming need for Kimberly Justin to take her and make her submit to the burning desire between her legs. Camarin Knight was fast losing control.

  Together they entered this space. It was a world where passion ignited and flames sparked between them, a place where lust overrode the restraints of right and wrong. Mouths hot and wet, they plundered. Taking what they wanted as their lips met, closing the distance that had filled both with a longing that ached inside their chests. Mouths working together, they opened and closed, locked and captured. So hungry, oh so hungry!

  Kimberly caressed Camarin's back as her hand moved down to her ass, fingers closing around the tightened muscles, squeezing the burning flesh. She pressed Camarin's hips forward once again. This time she resisted, keeping their groins only centimeters apart. The flames licked and burned, crossing the distance, the heat so hot and explosive it seared their clothing and bathed their clits in the silky hot juices of arousal. Kimberly wanted so desperately to cross that final distance. Oh, how she longed to feel Camarin's clit pressed between her fingers! Slick and slippery, challenging her to keep pace, to take her into her mouth and suck her sweet juices. "Oh," she groaned, her nails digging into Camarin's back, scratching her through her clothing.

  Camarin growled and gripped Kimberly's ass firmly in her hands.

  She thrust her cunt back and forth, harder and harder against her own.

  Her jacket hung open and she used one hand to undo the buttons on her shirt, the other keeping Kimberly's ass moving in rhythm with her own. Her nipples were so hot and tender, they screamed and begged to be touched. Quickly Camarin unbuttoned Kimberly's blouse, smiling when she felt bare skin underneath. Pushing the sides apart, she rushed forward, rubbing her bare nipples back and forth over Kimberly's. The points were hard and erect, wanting more, aching to be taken into the other's hot, wet mouth. Camarin groaned and dropped to her knees.

  Kimberly gasped, her hands hanging in midair as Camarin knelt in front of her. "Oh," she moaned as Camarin closed her hands over her breasts. Eager, so eager, she thrust her chest out and threw her head back, staring at the ceiling as her skin burned and every nerve in her breasts tingled at Camarin's touch. "More," she moaned when she felt Camarin's hands move away. She looked down at her breasts, hanging full and bare, waiting for Camarin's mouth. She was so close that Kimberly felt her breath against her nipples.

  "Grr," Camarin growled. She seized the nipple of one breast, sucking it passionately. She wanted this woman so badly that nothing could stop her. She clasped her hands behind Kimberly's back and roughly pulled her forward. She lifted her face, her mouth open, waiting for Kimberly's breasts as she thrust her back and forth. "Um,"

  she murmured as she closed her mouth around each one. Sucking the swollen flesh in and out, in and out of her burning mouth. She felt faint. Her body was so hot it was feverish.

  Kimberly moaned and cried, then moaned some more. She arched her chest, poised and waiting for Camarin's mouth as she worked it steadily over her aching nipples. She winced as Camarin's teeth bit the firm points of each nipple, then sighed and purred, as her arousal grew stronger. "Stop, don't stop," she begged. Her body was soaring, then dipping, not knowing what to expect but confidant that it would be pleasurable. With Mark as her barometer, she'd never thought sex could be so pleasurable, so exquisitely painful and so hot! "Please, God, don't let this ever end," she begged. Her hand pressed Camarin's head closer to her hot bosom and she trembled beneath her touch.

  Her mouth never leaving Kimberly's breasts, Camarin removed her jacket and shirt. She dropped to the floor, not caring that her jacket had dripped a tiny pool of water around her. It didn't matter. Nothing mattered right now. Camarin's fingers were trembling as she touched her bare breasts. She cupped them in her hands and offered them to Kimberly's waiting fingers. "Ah," she moaned as Kimberly's hands danced over her swollen flesh. Her own need became stronger.

  Likewise, her desire for Kimberly became stronger. She basked in the excitement of Kimberly's fingers teasing her nipples, all the while working her mouth over Kimberly's heaving bosom. Pulling the nipples out with her teeth, daring each time to pull just a little bit further, to press her teeth just a little bit harder. She listened for Kimberly's sighs and when they came, she worked them into screams of pleasure.

  Kimberly's pussy was dripping – so wet and hot that she didn't know how much longer she could stand it. Yet, stand it she did, for this was a pleasure that was unlike any she'd ever known. In her heart, she feared she might not ever know it again and this thought drove her to challenge her body to new heights, testing her endurance for pain, wanting Camarin to never stop punishing her wanton flesh.

  She knew her breasts were being bruised and her nipples were close to bleeding. Oh, how she loved it! Whereas before it was always Mark's body that mattered, now it was her body that was trembling with pleasure. How had she never known? The possibilities were endless and the pleasure was so exquisite. Thoughts of Mark faded further and further from her mind.

  Camarin pulled Kimberly to the floor, her mouth never leaving Kimberly's tits, she tilted her back. She lifted Kimberly's leg and positioned her cunt over the firm thigh, closing her legs tightly around it. She paused to look at her, her eyes asking if she knew what was about to happen. When the smile tugged at Kimberly's mouth, Camarin started riding her. She rode her so hard and so fast, she felt her clit burst into a flurry of sparkling flames. Over and over, the orgasms seized and shook her. All the while, her mouth never left Kimberly's breasts. She sucked and cooed, licking those wonderful swollen orbs. She knew that the flesh was tender and sore, but she also knew there was so much waiting for her to discover. "Umm," she sighed as she drew Kimberly's nipple in and out of her mouth.

  When her orgasm would crest, she'd pause and suckle, seeking the nourishment of the other woman's desire. Raw and unbridled, Kimberly's hunger would feed her body, then the cycle would repeat as she rode her clit hard against Kimberly's firm muscles. She wondered how long it would take for Kimberly to take the lessons learned and assert her own dominance in the world she was newly discovering. Camarin had no idea how long it would be, but she knew one thing with absolute certainty. This was her time to play the temptress and Kimberly's time to play the martyr to her needs.

  Taryn's wishes long forgotten and pushed into the hidden recesses of her mind, Camarin focused on the moment, the woman who bucked and screamed beneath her as she rode her through orgasm after orgasm. It was a never-ending ride into oblivion and Camarin planned to take it for everything it was worth.

  Screaming and writhing beneath the onslaught of Camarin's body, Kimberly could not deny the pleasure she felt as Camarin's hunger drove her into repeated orgasms. She felt Camarin's clit pressing against her knee. She gasped, fascinated by the other woman's endurance and her amazing ability to ride her clit so hard. She watched as her hips bucked and she reared her upper body, aiming higher and higher. She felt her own clit trembling and the excitement became unbearable. Not daring to stop or change direction, Kimberly slid her hand between her legs and started to masturbate.

  Her senses peaked with adrenaline, Camarin sensed Kimberly's movement immediately. She seized her hand. "Need something down there?" she whispered. She reversed their positions, placing her legs underneath Kimberly's abdomen and lifting her. As Kimberly hung precariously in midair, Camarin drew her arm back and proceeded to land one, then another and another sharp slaps against her bare ass.

  "Ouch!" Kimberly screamed. Her body was not prepared for the onslaught of Camarin's strong hands spanking her. Overwhelmed by the dizzying array of stimulus, her breasts, her cunt, her ass, she felt certain she would faint. And just as her consciousness teetered on the edge, she felt Camarin give one final blow to her buttocks, and then she lowered her to the floor. Blinking, Kimberly tried to focus her eyes on Camarin's face, to gain some sense of what was happening to her. There wasn't enough time, for within seconds Camarin had turned her over and positioned her face down
over her lap.

  Still dripping and panting with the force of her own orgasms, Camarin struggled to balance Kimberly on her legs. Finally, she regained her breath enough to growl, "Lift it, baby." When Kimberly hesitated, she slapped her bare ass with her open hand once more.

  Guided by her instinct and the newly awakened need within her, Kimberly now knew what was expected of her. She arched her back and poised with her ass lifted over Camarin's lap, waiting for Camarin's next move – and the wait seemed endless. She held her breath, not daring to move her body. Yet, her legs were trembling so badly that she could barely keep from collapsing onto Camarin's lap.

  Once her pulse slowed enough so she could breath, Camarin reached for the copper shovel that was lying on the stone hearth near the fire. She could tell by the blue burnish that it was scorching hot.

  Excellent ! she thought, smiling. She carefully took it by the handle and pulled it toward her. The moment could not have been more perfect.

  Kimberly felt the heat radiating from the hot metal before she felt the blow. Her ass tightened, preparing her for the first strike. She screamed when it landed hard and square on her rounded buttocks.

  The heat was so unbearable that she bit her lip, fighting to withstand the pain. Hot – scorching hot – the copper shovel that struck her over and over again felt incredibly painful. Yet, it also felt quite pleasurable, making it difficult for her to distinguish one sensation from the other. She held onto Camarin's legs, bracing herself in the position Camarin wanted. Bouncing and swaying, writhing and screaming, she shuddered through orgasm after orgasm as Camarin spanked her. "Oh, yes. Yes!" she screamed.

  Camarin knew by the duration of Kimberly's pleasure that she had been sorely neglected by her fiancee. Her tolerance for pain, her need for it, challenged Camarin's own internal register. Kimberly's ass looked like a gridiron, the red-hot welts forming marks all over her bare flesh. Camarin drew the shovel back one last time. The blow was so hard it pitched Kimberly forward, flattening her against Camarin's lap.