Tell-Tale Hearts

by H A Blackwood

  “Mmmmm. I didn’t know you would give me a massage. We should have stayed at my place and done it right.”

  “Oh, I, uh, I’m done,” I stammered. I felt myself turn bright red at the realization I’d been doing more than just rubbing lotion on Gemma’s back.

  She turned her head toward me. “You sure? Because I’ll let you do that all afternoon if you want.”

  “Oh, um… if, you want…” Jesus, once again, I sounded like a teenaged boy falling all over himself for the first girl to let him touch a boob.

  “No, it’s my turn. Lie down.”

  I did as she ordered. She started on my shoulders, and I reveled in her touch, even if it was just for the practical application of sunscreen. She spent more time than was necessary and used more pressure than the job called for. She really was giving me a mini massage. Her fingers wandered farther below the edge of my bottoms than they needed to, and I heard a moan escape my throat. I loved every second of it.

  “There,” she said. “How’s that?”

  I echoed her earlier phrase. “I’ll let you do that all afternoon if you want.”

  She laughed. “Right? Also, don’t look, but when you sit up, the guy at the closest table is trying to use his peripherals to check us out without getting busted by his wife. I bet he’s expecting us to make out or something.”

  “He should be so lucky.” So should I.

  My bag was made for pool-side living, so it came with a cable and combo lock built-in. I tethered it to the chaise, and with our stuff secure, we got in the pool. I could tell Gemma was a much better swimmer than I was, but we weren’t in a race. It was a saltwater pool rather than chlorinated, so it was easy on my eyes, and I floated along with ease. We just lazily made our way up and back, then sat on the bench for a few minutes with our elbows up on the deck and our heads laid back, tits thrust toward the sun, absorbing some glorious ultraviolet rays.

  “I can feel the vitamin D coursing through my veins,” I said absently.

  “Oh yeah. And serotonin. There’s a reason why the Egyptians worshipped the sun. They just didn’t know the science behind it.”

  After another fifteen minutes, we decided to go back to our chairs. We dipped under and crossed the width of the pool submerged, popping up by the ladder. I’m sure Gemma looked like Phoebe Cates in that scene from Fast Times at Ridgemont High as she climbed out of the pool in her red bikini.

  The man who had been checking us out earlier was playing a game on a tablet as we passed. He forgot to use his peripherals this time, and I swear he was like that cartoon wolf whose jaw falls to the ground, and his eyes bug out when he sees a woman. His wife, who had her head buried in a book, even noticed us, then saw him staring with his mouth hanging open. I heard her say, “Do you want me to ask if you can take a picture with them, Al?” I stifled a laugh and didn’t hear whatever his lame reply was.

  We stretched out on the deck chairs, me on my back, and Gemma face down.

  “Will you untie my strap?” she asked.

  I did so, tossing them to the side so her back wouldn’t end up with a tan line. I undid the tie around the back of my neck, letting the strings hang off to the side. I pulled the tops of the fabric triangles down, stopping just shy of my pink nipples, hoping to avoid massive tan lines, though some would be unavoidable. “This is nice,” I said as I adjusted my breasts to make sure there were no wardrobe malfunctions. “I needed a day of just doing nothing. Thanks for inviting me over.”

  “It’s my pleasure. I’m glad to have someone to come here with me. It keeps the riff-raff from feeling sorry for the lonely single girl who needs hit upon. I do have a request, though.”

  “Sure, what is it?”

  “Tell me more. We’re building to something big. I want more.”

  I knew that sometime today, we’d get back to this. Gemma really seemed to enjoy relentlessly pulling my past apart. But of course, I would not say no. “Where was I?”

  “You had gone down on Kim in the morning and made Pete bang you that afternoon.”

  “Yes, thanks for putting it so delicately. Do you want to hear this or not?”

  “I’m sorry. You made tender, sweet love to Pete that afternoon.”

  “Fuck off. Okay, so I made Pete bang me like you said, and it seemed I had things all figured out. For a few days, anyway, I was living a double life and loving it.”

  Chasing Waterfalls

  Three Weeks Ago

  T he next few days were busy with work, and Kim had stuff to do with Becca and some other moms in their neighborhood—birthday parties, playdates, that kind of thing, so we weren’t able to hook up again right away.

  Pete popped in a couple of times to take me up on my offer. He told me the things he and Kim had been doing to each other, and we reenacted them at my place. He loved it. I think a couple of things he may have made up just to get me to do them because Kim didn’t give me those details in her text messages, which she sent every time they did anything sexual.

  Four days after I’d gone down on her, Kim texted me.

  So… I did a thing.

  “Oh, yeah? Do tell.”

  The three dots bounced around for a minute, and instead of a message, it was a picture of her pussy. She’d gotten a Brazilian wax, leaving a swatch of blonde hair above her labia, which were now as bald as could be.

  I couldn’t go all the way like yours because I like having a little hair to pull on. But holy hell, is this more comfortable! It makes me feel sexy just walking around. Hurt like hell, though.

  “It gets better. The first time is the worst.”

  That’s what the lady told me.

  The dots danced again, and another picture came through. This time, it was Kim’s pussy with her index and pinky fingers pushing her lips apart, thumb on her clit, and the other two fingers diving inside.

  I stared at that image for maybe five seconds before I had my hand in my own pants. What had I awakened in this woman? She was sending me unsolicited vag picks, and I loved it.

  While I was staring at her pussy pic, the dots did their dance.

  Thinking of you. We’ll get together soon. I need to go finish what I just started.

  I did too, making myself cum while staring at that gorgeous image.

  The next morning, my phone rang, but it was the video call app. I wondered who would be video-calling me, and my heart beat faster when I saw it was Kim.

  I answered, even though I was still in bed and topless. I didn’t care if she saw my tits; in fact, I wanted her to. I had a flash thought that it might be Pete using her phone, angry because he saw the pussy pics from yesterday. I decided I didn’t care if he saw my tits, either. I held the phone far enough away that they were in the frame when it connected.

  “Hi, Darcy! Sorry, this is so early—oh my, look at that!” She was wearing pajamas. “Um, I wasn’t expecting that. Sorry. Damn, you’re so hot. Hold on.” She set the phone down for a few seconds, and when she came back, she was topless, her bare breasts and perky nipples highlighted in a patch of sun.

  “That’s much better,” I said. “What’s up?”

  “I was wondering if you wanted to go for a hike tomorrow? I know a great trail, about twelve miles round trip, with a great payoff at the top. I’d want to leave at like six, though, so we can get back in time to pick up Rebecca at daycare.”

  “Sounds awesome! I’ve been wondering when we’d get together again.”

  “I know. I’ve wanted to so badly. It’s tough balancing everything, though.”

  I slid my panties down with my free hand and hit the reverse button on the camera, the image on the screen flipping from my tits to my other hand as I played with my pussy. I pushed my lips open with a finger, running it north to south, then plunged it inside. “Tell me how badly you’ve wanted it.”

  “Oh my god,” she moaned. “I wish that was my hand.”

  “It is. Tell it what to do.”

  We spent the next ten minutes having phone sex, something
I hadn’t done since Christmas break my freshman year when my boyfriend went home to Maryland. I racked up a huge phone bill that month, and my dad was pissed.

  Kim gave me instructions, and I followed them to the letter. She reversed her camera and stripped off her clothes completely. I saw her put her feet on their kitchen table, and then she focused the camera on her hand, working her pussy in the same way she told me to do. Our hands were in sync, and we both were writhing and moaning. If synchronized masturbation ever becomes an Olympic Sport, we would make the team for sure. Well, maybe we’d be alternates, because she came before I did, screaming, in part because of her orgasm, and in part because she dropped her phone on their tile floor.

  It took me a second to get back into the rhythm after she recovered her phone, but she put her camera right on her vagina. I could see the cum glistening on her lips, her swollen clit peeking out from under its hood. She lazily ran a finger through her slit, and she talked me back into focus. I came hard, watching a small flood of my juice rush out on my third contraction. It was kind of hot watching myself cum from another viewpoint, and my orgasm surged and lasted another fifteen seconds.

  When I was done, I was out of breath. I hit the reverse button again, flipping the camera back to my face. Kim did the same. She had that lusty look again, just like the other day when she told me to go down on her. “My god, your face is so beautiful after you cum, Darcy. I can’t believe I’m going to eat that pussy. I’m ready for you.”

  My pelvic muscles clenched when she said it. “I can’t wait, either. I’ve been thinking about you all week.”

  “Six AM tomorrow. Don’t be late.”

  I basked in the afterglow for a few minutes, then got busy getting as much done on my projects as I could so I’d be able to take the impromptu vacation time the next day. I even told Pete I was busy when he texted me, wanting to fuck that afternoon. I wanted to have a clear calendar for Kim.

  I rolled to a stop in front of Kim and Pete’s house at five ’til six the next morning and got out with my backpack and a big water bottle. The garage door rolled up, and Kim pulled out in an Audi Q5. I’d never seen her car before, not even when she came to my house. With a price tag close to sixty thousand dollars, this was another confirmation that selling insurance paid well.

  I climbed in and set my backpack between my feet. Rebecca was in the child seat behind me.

  “Hi, Kim! Good morning, Becca!”

  “Mos mop,” the toddler replied.

  Kim reached over and put her hand on my leg, rubbing it from knee to hip a couple times. “I feel like it’s been forever since I’ve seen you. I just need to get Becca to Karen’s place, and we’re off!”

  Sticking to the streets, it took us almost as long to get there as it did when we went running the previous week. I walked in with Kim and Rebecca.

  Karen smiled at us when she saw us approach. “Hi, Kim, hi, Darcy! Are you two off on another run?”

  I shook my head while Kim ushered Rebecca to the main room. “No, she’s taking me on a hike today. Twelve miles, she said, with a great payoff at the top.”

  “Oh, that sounds nice.” She pointed at my vagina, and at Kim’s ass. “Do you shop at the same place?”

  Confused, I looked down, then at Kim. It took a second, but then it hit me. We were wearing the same brand of Lycra shorts. The only difference was the piping on mine was orange while hers was green. “Oh, wow, I hadn’t noticed that. Yeah, I guess we do. You’re quite observant, Karen.”

  Kim returned to us. “Hey, guys. Thanks again, Karen. Becca loves her daycare days. She got so excited when I told her she was coming here today.”

  “I’m glad. You two have fun on your hike!”

  We hopped back in the Audi, and Kim steered us into the mountains on a trip that took an hour through the winding roads. We went all the way to the Elk Basin Ranger Station, and the entry to the national park. She flashed a season pass card, and the ranger at the gate waved us through. After another ten minutes on a rutted single-track dirt road, we arrived at the Whispering Falls and Horseshoe Lake trailhead. While she gathered her things from the back of the Audi, I studied the sign. Whispering Falls – six miles. Horseshoe Lake – seven point five miles.

  “You ready?” she asked.

  I pulled the pack over my shoulders. “Lead on!”

  We walked at a brisk pace for the first couple of miles, but the incline and the altitude were getting to both of us, so we slowed down after that. It was almost ten-thirty before we got to the falls.

  In the mid-morning sun, the falls were gorgeous. Pouring out of the top of a rock face, eight cubic feet per second of water fell sixty-five feet into a pool at the base of the cliff. A fine mist rose in a cloud from the impact point. The sun hit this spray and cast out a rainbow across the front of the pool.

  “Wow, this is amazing! I’ve never been up here before. It’s definitely worth the hike.”

  Kim beamed. “I knew you’d like it. But that’s not the best part.” She pointed to our right. “That trail goes another half mile or so, and then doubles back to a spot right at the top of the falls.” She pointed to the left. “But if we go this way, we can climb directly up there and save twenty minutes of hiking.”

  “And that’s something we want to do?”

  She smiled. “Oh, yes. We want to.”

  “Lead the way!”

  She bounced off the trail and into the woods. I followed her, dubious about climbing. I didn’t feel like breaking any bones on this hike. But she seemed to know what she was doing, so I followed her.

  We were about a quarter of the way around the steep rock face. There was a ledge about four feet up, which Kim used her cheerleader’s agility to hop onto. I jumped up, getting my hands on the ledge, and pulled my legs up behind me, grunting as I rose from a squat. She was far more graceful than I at this.

  Kim was already walking along the ledge, which rose as it went along. We got to the end, now about fifteen feet from the forest floor, and found another shelf, this one a little wider, about two feet above the one on which we stood. Looking up, I could see there were several of these small steps, then the rock face sloped away from view. We climbed to the last level, then Kim nimbly started up the remaining slope. She made it look easy, so I followed. Halfway up, my feet slipped, and I fell flat on my stomach. I started to slide backward and had visions of lying at the base of the cliff, battered and broken.

  Kim was there, reaching out and grabbing my hand. I got my feet back under me and scurried to the top.

  I looked around. We were at the end of a broad meadow, through the middle of which cut the stream that fed the waterfall. Directly ahead, the trail emerged from the woods, drew close to the stream, and then veered away to the west toward the origin of the water flow.

  Kim pointed in the direction where both the stream and the trail disappeared at a point where the pine trees reclaimed the land from the meadow. “If you go another mile that way, you get to Horseshoe Lake. Come over here.”

  She led me to a hollowed-out depression the size of a large hot tub. It was ringed at the front by tall rocks that stood like teeth. The stream filled the small pool, then the excess water passed between the teeth, creating the waterfall we were looking up at ten minutes earlier.

  I was admiring the view when I realized that Kim was sitting on a large rock. She pulled her shoes and socks off, then her shorts and underwear, and finally her shirt and sports bra. Without saying anything, she jumped in the pool.

  “Oh, my sweet Jesus, it’s cold!” she shouted. Her skin was all goosebumps, her nipples like rocks. “Don’t just stand there, get in!”

  I was quite surprised by this turn of events, but I rolled with it. I was naked in a minute and hopped in next to Kim. The temperature took my breath from me. It wasn’t ice cold, but even in the summer heat, it couldn’t have been more than seventy degrees, and that was being generous.

  Kim grabbed me and kissed me, her tongue hungry and searching. She
put her hands on my shoulders, and I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her close, letting my hands wander over her back and ass.

  Her hands found my breasts and my cold-forged nipples, tugging and twisting them playfully. I felt, rather than heard, a gasp escape my mouth. One of my hands drifted toward her stomach, seeking the treasure that resided below, and she grabbed my arm.

  “No, not today. Today is about you.” She pushed me gently backward until I bumped into a rock outcropping. Its edges were worn smooth by eons of water flowing over it during thousands, or tens of thousands, of spring runoffs. As the summers wore on and the water level dropped, the surface of this rock became exposed, as it was now.

  Kim squatted down and wrapped her arms around my legs, just under my ass cheeks. Her face was submerged, and then she lifted me onto the rock. It formed a surprisingly comfortable seat. Once my back adjusted to the cold stone behind me, I leaned back. The outcrop of rock was just enough for my butt to settle onto.

  Kim leaned forward, forcing my legs open. I looked down, and my pussy was right at the edge of the stone seat. That was convenient. She began kissing my inner thighs; first, the left, then the right, working her way from the knee to just shy of my excited labia.

  “Are you sure you’re ready to do this?” I hissed.

  “I’ve been dreaming about it for a week, Darcy. Just please tell me if I’m doing it wrong.”

  “I’ll tell you what the woman who took my pussy-eating virginity told me. Use the bottom of your tongue at first. However much pressure you can apply that way is what you want to use all the time.”

  “Okay, good tip.” Her hands reached up and started roaming around my chest, squeezing my tits, pinching nipples, and tracing circles around my stomach.

  When her tongue touched my pussy lips, I felt the quickening. The temperature felt like it went up ten degrees, and I wasn’t cold anymore. My hips rocked of their own accord, my pussy trying to reach out to her and take her tongue inside me. Her fingers opened my lips, and then her tongue and one or two—or three, hell, I don’t know for sure—fingers were inside me, sliding easily on the slick juice that was flooding out of me. My head rolled back, and I moaned.