Summer – 2000
The music was always the same.
“Baby, I got sick this morning. A sea was storming inside of me!”
Camilla closed her eyes and slid her hand beneath her sheets. She pressed between her legs and remembered…
… She could barely conceal her excitement as Christian stood before her singing.
And it wasn’t just that he could hold a tune; the man was actually talented. And it helped that he knew the words to Marvin Gaye’s last hit off by heart. He must have heard or sung it a dozen times the way he was proceeding.
“Baby, I think I’m capsizing. The waves are rising and rising!”
And it also wasn’t that the rest of the occupants of the apartment were also standing in the bedroom’s doorway, enjoying the show. Indeed, Camilla couldn’t honestly say who was more eager, her or the three other girls who were laughing nervously at the spectacle taking place before them.
“And when I get that feeling I want sexual healing!”
Nor was it that Christian’s girlfriend, Alison, sat naked next to Camilla with a grin from ear to ear. Concealed beneath a sheet on Alison’s bed, Camilla could feel Alison’s bare skin on hers as she laughed and wriggled. Despite her sexual disinterest in girls, Camilla could feel a slight tingle each time their skin touched. While she focused her attention on the singing man in front of her, her body hinted that there were new pleasures within her grasp if she but dared reach out and take them.
“Sexual healing is good for me.”
No, it was neither Christian’s singing, the crowing onlookers, nor the naked girl sitting within arm’s reach of her that had Camilla so keyed up. What amazed her so much was that Christian could finish his song entirely while standing stark naked in front of four women!
So much of the detail of that memory was now subjective, but the one fact she would not let time corrupt was that organ. It was as clear in her mind that morning as it had been two years earlier. Not its shape or size-both had been more than perfect-but the effect that it had on her still. In her fantasy, it was there on show to all, turning her on, causing her to jill off secretly next to Alison. Or, if she was feeling especially horny, she would throw off her bed sheet and bring herself to ecstasy. The other people in the room just fading away to grey.
And then there were other times. Times when her “memagination” and fingers were not enough. On those days, she imagined herself hurling the bedsheet to the floor, leaping off the bed and taking Christian in the middle of that room. Sometimes she swallowed him and other times she pulled him off till he sprayed her all over her face or breasts.
And then there were times like this morning, when even an imaginary facial that was not enough to satisfy her mood. Not enough to sate her needs. On those days, they fucked. Camilla imagined all sorts of situations when they fucked in front of her friends, but in reality, it only meant one thing…
… Opening her eyes, she turned to the bedside table and opened its single drawer. She withdrew her toy from its hiding place beneath old letters and moistened it with her mouth.
“Why, Mr Holland, back so soon? Whatever could you want? You want to fuck me?” Camilla kissed the toy and lowered it under the sheet as she pulled up her nightie. Thrusting it in, she grunted, “Well then, I suppose you’ll just have to …”
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