Shady Places

She drives me crazy,
like no one else.
She drives me crazy,
and I can’t help myself.

-Fine Young Cannibals

Sydney – October 1997

After months of playing around in their bedrooms, Alison wanted more excitement. Her reading of the sex columns of various women’s magazines had given her new ideas and by late spring she was confident enough that she could at least match Christian for imagination. She short listed all the new things she wanted to try to set up a series of events to bring them to life.

One of Christian’s letters had inspired the first act on her wish list. Alison was determined to act out one of his scenes as soon as she could. An opportunity finally presented itself the day that he drove Camilla and her to Bondi for a 21st party of one of their mutual acquaintances. After her trip on the bus, Alison knew she was brave enough to pull the first half of her plan. The second half would be much riskier. But she hoped that would make it fun.

The party was also the first time that Camilla spent any real time with Christian. Alison would visit him in Canberra, or Camilla would miss him when he was staying at the flat. They spent most of their time in Alison’s room, as one might expect.

Camilla thought he was a nice guy, a man really. Having a full-time job, responsibilities and his own home gave him maturity that was obvious compared to the usual university guys who were still suckling at the family teat. As Camilla had noticed before, he was tall, dark and handsome, but there was something about the effortless way he moved about that spoke volumes to his confidence. Perhaps it was his long stride; he could be across a room in a second but barely seem to have needed to quicken his pace. He also stood tall and had broad shoulders. His back was very straight, and his shoulders held back. He never stooped or hunched. She admitted she liked him and if Alison hadn’t been in the picture, then she would have been more than happy to date him herself.

While he was clearly in love with Alison, Camilla didn’t think she was the reason he was the way he was. If he had been dating someone else, then she was sure he would be just as attentive and tender with them as he was with her.

And he definitely knew what he was doing in the bedroom. Camilla didn’t think she’d ever seen anyone as satisfied as Alison was when Christian came to stay. The rest of Alison’s flatmates would speculate and tease Alison for insights and sometimes she came close to telling, but she always bit her tongue. Her gratification was so palpable that Camilla confessed she was jealous.

Christian was discovering that part of dating a 20-year-old was mandatory attendance at seemingly endless 21st parties. The latest one was at the Bondi Pavilion, a large community hall and annex buildings that would have been amazing when built in the 1920s but now were gradually falling into disrepair. They all drove down from Alison’s flat to Bondi and parked close to the pavilion. It was the first time Christian had to socialise with Camilla. Looking at her, Christian thought Camilla was an attractive girl. Dark hair in a bob, one of his favourite styles, and Slavic features; high cheek bones and a narrow, straight nose. She was tall as Alison, about 5′ 8″, but slimmer and less athletic.

Because of the long-distance nature of his relationship with Alison, he had had little to do with Camilla up to that point. Just occasional “hellos” and brief interactions. But occasionally Christian thought he caught her looking at him when she thought he wasn’t watching. 

Alison’s plan was simple. Just like in one of his stories, she wanted to take Christian to the party, get him all hot and bothered, find a nice secluded place, and shag him. He said that he loved seeing her dressed in a white singlet, but Alison thought she could do one better than that. She had a little white silk camisole that she had worn little since she’d bought it a year earlier. Alison matched it with her white linen skirt but following on from her bus ride; no bra or undies. The thought of Christian, or anyone else, looking at her and trying to figure out if she was going commando, was also part of the adventure. Until now, Alison had never given herself over to dressing to impress anyone, but on this day, she was determined to give the entire room a thrill.

Christian saw Alison was wearing a long white flowing skirt that tightened as it tapered up her bum, a white top and a short blue cardigan. She had ditched the sporty look that he loved and was used to, and the transformation was stark. Naturally beautiful-she never wore make-up-the dressier, softer, feminine look immediately altered his perception of her. In her less casual attire, she became even more rarefied, desirable, and elegant.

After they settled into the party, Alison made her next move. Ensuring that Christian was watching, she removed her cardigan and asked him to hold it. She revealed her loose, white camisole that Christian hadn’t seen her wear before, which exposed a hint of cleavage. He wasn’t sure if it was silk, but it looked expensive. What he was sure of, however, was that Alison wasn’t wearing a bra. She was young enough that her breasts could still stand proudly at attention unassisted. They sloped gracefully downward under the fabric of the camisole to her nipples, which itself then cascaded vertically from there and fell away like a shining white waterfall.

As Christian stared, he imagined that every man in the room could see Alison and was thinking to himself, “I’d love to slide my hand up there.”

It was a fine day, but not that warm, and Alison immediately felt the cooler air penetrate the silk and tingle, causing her to shiver as her skin tightened and her nipples hardened. By the look on Christian’s face, Alison could tell that he had seen it too and that her plan was working. Spotting some of her army medic friends across the room, Alison purposely brushed past him sideways, leaving him with Camilla, and went to mingle alone.

Camilla watched the scene unfold before her. Alison’s big reveal and flaunting of her barely restrained cleavage. Camilla could tell that Alison had lovely medium sized breasts-larger than hers. It was the second time she could remember that-both since she’d met Christian-Alison appeared to have deliberately chosen to leave the apartment unsupported. Even if she had been wearing a strapless under her spaghetti string cami, Camilla knew Alison’s breasts wouldn’t have moved with the same freedom as they did that afternoon.

On one hand, Camilla was relieved that Alison hadn’t been on a secret liaison the other day that Christian didn’t know about. But on the other, Alison clearly seemed to be displaying herself for Christian’s benefit. Which meant that he must have been party to that kind of thing from her before. However, judging by his reaction, Camilla concluded he was not expecting to see it that day. The entire nature of their intimate relationship was there to see for anyone who stopped to think about it. However, what caused Camilla the greatest concern was how often she caught herself thinking about Alison and Christian’s sex life. Even so, Camilla determined that if there was some game going on between them that day, she would settle in and watch the show.

Alison walked across the room to her medic pals. They were talking amongst themselves and didn’t recognise her at first. Most had only ever seen her in cams or sports gear, while few of the girls had seen her in less. It wasn’t until Alison was within about 10 metres that one noticed her and whispered to the others, who then slowly turned around to look. Alison had to admit that she had fun watching their jaws drop one at a time. She moved amongst them but positioned herself so that Christian could see her. He stayed chatting with Camilla, but Alison was sure that his eyes never left her.

As Alison chatted with her friends, one of them said that they had heard a rumour about her. Alison wasn’t sure what it was, so it was easy for her to play dumb.

“What rumour?” she asked.

“That you are seeing an officer from Canungra?” A few of them looked puzzled and turned to see her response.

“Oh, no, that’s not right,” Alison replied, wanting to make sure that they didn’t think that she was in some crazy long-distance relationship with a regular soldier from Queensland. Everyone kept their eyes on her, waiting to see what Alison said next. She was thrilled and proud to be with Christian, so there was no way she could keep it a secret. “We met at Canungra. He’s from Canberra.”

Sue, who’d been their section commander in Queensland, then asked, “Which one?”

“Lt. Holland,” Alison replied, her smile growing.

“Good choice,” she said.

Alison, of course, knew that Christian was staring at her. When she’d teased him enough, she returned and steered him away from Camilla and out onto one of the pavilion’s balconies that overlooking the beach.

“I just need to borrow this man for a minute,” she said. “We won’t be long.”

They kissed and embraced. Then Alison asked Christian if he liked her new top.

“Of course I do,” he said, knowing fully what she really meant.

“Yes, I can see how much,” she replied, running her hand gently up the front of his trousers. Christian could have taken her right then and only lasted a minute, but then she delivered her coup de grâce.

“Well, if you like my top so much, you will love my skirt!” And with that, she smiled and winked and sauntered back inside the pavilion, leaving him once again unfulfilled and gawking at her behind too.

Christian followed Alison back inside and once again she did the rounds of the room. Only this time, she made a point of keeping her back to him so that he had a clear view of her bum. Christian started having visions of her walking carefree and skirt-less around the room in front of the assembled party.

When he couldn’t take it anymore, Christian strode over to Alison and hurriedly wheeled her away from her friends. He whisked her into an empty back room, then spun her around.

“We need to go home,” he said. “I can’t take this any longer!”

“What is the matter?” Alison said, knowing full well what she was doing to him.

“I have to have you, now!”

“Are you fit to burst?”

“Yes.”

“Do you need to cum?”

“Yes!”

With a sly grin, Alison slowly knelt before him and pulled his pants down. Christian’s rock-hard, throbbing cock sprang out, just grazing her cheek as she turned her head aside in anticipation. She lifted her cami above her head and off, revealing her pert breasts, and gently caressed them with both hands.

Alison had hoped that her plan would work, but she didn’t expect that it would play out as it did. In her dream, they found a nice, secluded balcony overlooking the ocean. He bent her over the balustrade and hitched her skirt up over her bum, taking her from behind, his hands fondling her breasts underneath her top.

Despite Alison not touching him, she had primed him to explode. He was practically begging her for release. Alison loved it when he filled her up or came in her mouth, but she had never seen it, just the reaction on his face. She wanted to see his eruption. She wanted him to spray it all over her. It was with no regard to who might watch that Alison pulled off her top.

“Then cum,” she said. He looked at her, dumbfounded. Alison looked down and regarded each breast momentarily, then looked back into his eyes. “Go for it.”

Christian was stunned. Did he hear her right? Was this a dream? Did she really just ask him to blow his load all over her?

His indecision only lasted a microsecond. As blood surged into his already swollen and aching cock, Christian grabbed hold and beat off. This was crazy. He couldn’t believe it was happening. His sex life had gone from an emotional dead end to a porno in the blink of an eye. But this was real, and Alison was real, and she wanted this. She wanted this as much as he did.

Alison had seen Christian’s dick many times, but never like that. Never in his own hand. Never being worked with such vigour. She squeezed her breasts in response to his show. He beat harder in response to hers. They were in public, but neither of them gave one thought to that. That fact only made it more thrilling. Alison didn’t care if they got discovered. The moment was too perfect, and nothing was going to ruin it.

After a few minutes of watching the door for Alison and Christian to return, Camilla wondered where they had gone. The way Alison had been teasing him, Camilla knew, had aroused him. She was sure that they had slipped off for a little cuddle and would emerge any second trying to look nonchalant. But every minute that they were gone, Camilla thought more about what they were doing.

The next thing she did, she knew was bad. She made an excuse and went to find them. She just had to know what they were doing.

In the back room, Alison regarded Christian’s masturbation with a mix of curiosity and satisfaction. She had driven him to it, and she was in complete control. She could have ended him with a single word or gesture; humiliated. But she wanted him to do it to her; on her. And there was only one rule when a woman sets a trap for you as far as Christian knew; spring the trap.

Alison could see Christian was close. She had never seen a man cum by his own hand before, and wondered how it would happen. He was close enough that he couldn’t miss her, but if it came out like a jet, then they might have had a little cleaning up and explaining to do. Yet Alison didn’t think to close her eyes in case she got hit in the face, and continued to watch him. Watch him cum for her. She was so turned on by the whole thing that she got off. She didn’t care what happened next. He was too far gone, and a moment later, it was also too late.

Cum landed square on Alison’s breasts and neck. An ocean of hormones then poured into Christian’s system. He came with such force that he thought he heard it smack onto her skin. She gasped, but kept watching as he continued to splatter her nakedness. White on white, warmth on porcelain, puddles and streaks.

He collapsed to his knees in front of her, face to face with his issue. Alison regarded the patterns it made on her skin as he breathed deeply, his heart pounding. She looked at Christian with warmth and quiet admiration. Then she looked down at her finger and noticed that some had landed on her hand.

“It seems like you’ve made a bit of a mess.”

“That is an understatement,” he panted. Giving no regard for what was supposed to happen next.

Alison looked at his cum for a moment, then, hit by inspiration, she held her finger out to him. “Clean it up.”

Christian paused.

“Lick it,” she directed, “lick it all off.”

She hadn’t planned it that way, but seeing Christian there, panting and drooling over her, it only seemed fitting that the game continue to its next logical step. He was at her command and that turned Alison on. Besides, there was nothing else on hand to clean her up except his tongue.

What could Christian do but oblige? Alison had swallowed a gallon of his cum in short order without a moment’s hesitation. Loving the taste, gleefully sucking him clean and then asking for seconds. He had no choice but to do as she said lest he put himself above her. So, he took her hand in his and gently took her finger into his mouth and sucked, not knowing what to expect. The gluey substance neither excited nor repelled him. Christian leant forward and started licking her left breast, and began swallowing it without a second thought.

Alison watched as his tongue, flat against her breast, slowly tracing its loving way up her as it had a thousand times before. She couldn’t help but admire Christian’s willingness to please her. But impressed as she was, she thought he deserved a reward.

“Ah-ah-ahhh!” Alison said, “Don’t be greedy; share.” She pulled up her skirt, revealing the rest of her nudity. Holding the skirt with her left hand, she worked on herself with her right. She looked down at her breasts, then back at Christian and, with a smile, nodded. He licked her, then kissed her. She touched herself and kissed him. She kept playing with herself until he had finished, and then she played some more.

Squatting before him, knees apart, she knew her pussy was on full display. She had played with herself in front of a mirror before and knew that as she became aroused, her lips and clit engorged and stood out. Sometimes she thought her clit looked like a little dick and she would pinch it like she was a man jerking off. But her hanging lips more than reminded her she was a woman. When she was truly aroused, as she was now, she would tug on both, the mixture of pleasure and pain intoxicating. And the look on Christian’s face as she pulled gave her even more incentive to stretch herself to her limit; pulling so hard she thought she might break.

By the time Camilla found Alison and Christian, they had just finished. Alison had her back to Camilla and was just pulling her top back over her head. Not wanting to be caught spying, Camilla quietly stepped back a few paces out of sight. She’d had seen nothing sexual, but she could still feel her heart pounding knowing that she had almost caught them fucking in public. But that didn’t repel Camilla; it aroused her.

Alison and Christian tidied themselves up and got ready to go back to the party. He kissed Alison and rolled his eyes in mock orgasm, which caused her to smile her cheekiest grin. And then, seemingly from nowhere, Camilla appeared.

“What have you two been doing?” she asked. “They are about to cut the cake.”

Surprised, Christian was about to say, “Nothing,” when Alison suddenly spoke. “Something,” she said, “something fun!” Camilla looked at her curiously. Alison took her hand and then his and looked them both in the eye and smiled. “We’ll tell you about it later.”