And honey, I know you’ll be there to relieve me
– Marvin Gaye
the love you give to me will free me.
If you don’t know the thing you’re dealin,’
oh, I can tell you, darling that it’s sexual healin
It was an odd feeling for Christian to be leaving the girls’ flat that Sunday afternoon, not exactly knowing who he should say goodbye to. They’d all spent the day in Alison’s room without a stitch of clothing on between the three of them. Once they had accepted Camilla’s continued involvement, Alison and Christian had gone with the flow.
There were many highlights of the day and nothing that he regretted except that he had to do most of the work. The girls never actually got it on together apart from some kissing, caressing, and fingering. They left him to do all the heavy lifting of the screwing and oral. Naturally, he never complained about any of it. Heaven knew if it would ever happen again. But after continuously seeing to the gratification of two women for the better part of 24 hours, Christian was empty and literally worn out.
Apart from the obvious, the real highlight of the day came when it got close to lunchtime and everyone realised they hadn’t eaten since the night before. Camilla offered to make sandwiches in the kitchen. She wanted to continue with the fun–she didn’t want it to end–so she was happy to grab food on the understanding that they were just refuelling for the next round. She expected that they’d all go out together, but as she was getting up, Christian saw the opportunity for a little good-natured tease.
“If you do it naked, I’ll give you a reward!” He ventured, expecting her to tell him where to stick his dare.
“What sort of reward?” Camilla replied.
Her unexpected retort threw him, and he turned to look at Alison.
“Alison gets to choose.”
They could see the cogs working in Camilla’s mind for a few seconds as she weighed up whether her prize might be worth the embarrassment. It was an outrageous request and wouldn’t have even been a joke at any other time, but they’d just spent the last twelve hours doing more scandalous things, so it suddenly didn’t seem like such a bad idea. Camilla stood up and smiled.
“What do you want to eat?”
They gave Camilla our orders and watched her walk toward the bedroom door.
“Don’t go anywhere,” she said, turning toward them. “I’ll be right back.” And out she went.
“Oh my God,” Alison laughed, “what have we done?”
Camilla knew why she did it. She looked at the two naked people in front of her and remembered that she would never see them again. She’d played it safe for four years and all she had to show for her university experience was a degree. So why not have a little fun on her way out the door? Why not go out with a bang?
It was about 11:30 am when Camilla made it out of Alison’s bedroom. Late by most people’s standards, even for a bunch of uni students on a Sunday morning. So, she expected someone to be in the living room even if she wasn’t dressed for it.
Fiona was the only one Camilla could see as she entered the room, but she had her back to Camilla as she was veging-out on the couch watching the cricket on TV. Camilla could easily walk behind Fiona, then loop back around into the galley-style kitchen without being seen. As Fiona was laying down, the chest-high partition that separated the kitchen from the living room concealed Camilla from Fiona’s view, especially if Camilla moved away from the bench. Not that Fiona was paying Camilla any attention. It had been another big night out for her.
Camilla thought she should say something to head off any chance that Fiona started contact by standing up and walking over to talk to her, so she said hi. Camilla felt her heart skip a beat when Fiona turned her head to look in Camilla’s direction to reply. The barrier must have done its job because Fiona didn’t seem to register that Camilla was naked.
“What did you get up to last night?” she said.
“I just stayed here and hung out with Alison,” Camilla replied.
“Wow, you are lucky,” she said. “I barely see her these days.”
“Yeah,” Camilla agreed. “But we saw a lot of each other last night.” She couldn’t resist a chance to brag.
“What happened? Did Christian fall asleep?” Fiona asked sarcastically.
“Eventually.” Camilla felt her confidence rising, so she tempted fate. “Can I get you anything?”
“Just a glass of water, thanks.”
“No worries.”
Camilla filled a glass with water for Fiona and a jug for the others and balanced them on the barrier’s shelf next to the sink. She picked up the plate of sandwiches she’d been preparing and walked around the barrier, past Fiona, and down the corridor towards the bedrooms. She was almost at Alison’s door, thinking she’d gotten away with it, when Sue stepped out of her room, took one look at Camilla, and stopped dead in her tracks. Camilla couldn’t cover herself and hold the plate, so she didn’t bother trying.
“Good morning. Can you please open the door for me? My hands are full.” Staring at Camilla in shock, Sue moved to open Camilla’s bedroom door.
“No, not my door, Alison’s.”
Unable to process the implications of her request, Sue robotically reached over and turned Alison’s door handle, allowing Camilla to push the door open with her bum. She thanked Sue and stepped inside to drop in the food, then came back out to get the water.
Sue regained her composure just as Camilla entered the living room.
“Camilla!” she said loud enough that Fiona looked up to see what the commotion was. Fiona turned to face Camilla just as she was picking up the jug of water and the glasses.
“Camilla, what are you doing?!” Fiona said.
“Oh, sorry,” Camilla said. She put down the jug and picked up the glass of water and handed it to Fiona. “There you go. I almost forgot.”
Despite all the things that Alison and Christian had done in the last six months, they were stunned by Camilla’s brazen performance. She told them she had followed their lead, and that she was determined to go out of university on a high. Far from following them, she seemed to have leapt ahead in one fell swoop.
Of course, there now was Camilla’s reward to be decided. Christian expected her to baulk or refuse his dare, but she’d gone through with it, so now he had to cough up. They left it in Alison’s hands to decide and he was dreading her verdict. She mulled it over for a while, then she grinned. She whispered her idea into Camilla’s ear.
“Oh, yes!” Camilla said. “What about (whispers)?”
“Definitely!” Alison replied in furious agreement.
“For your penalty, stand in the middle of the room naked and sing Marvin Gaye’s Sexual Healing.”
“Ok. What’s the catch?” Christian asked. “With the door open.”
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