Shady Places

Oh, what a night
why’d it take so long to see the light?
Seemed so wrong but now it seems so right
what a lady, what a night

– The Four Seasons

Camilla was neurotic enough that she felt she should do a critical evaluation of her person before she had agreed to do anything with Alison and Christian. So one afternoon, while Alison had been away, and with her door securely locked, she looked herself all over, with various mirrors to check for any blemishes. Apart from the odd stray hair that was easily plucked, Camilla thought, she scrubbed up pretty well. She was not an athlete like Alison, but as a healthy, slim 22-year-old, she was quite agreeable, in her humble opinion.

Alison and Camilla had one last chat before Christian’s next visit. Camilla was already over the line by that stage, but they still needed to establish some ground rules. They agreed Camilla would be in control. Alison assured Camilla she wouldn’t have to do anything unless she started it and that Alison would not fuck her. They both agreed that that might be a step too far.

Alison was still nervous about actually proceeding, but she would have been disappointed if she had backed out at that late stage. She was happy to say she would not fuck Camilla, but secretly she knew she might go back on her word if the mood took her. It might be her only ever chance to try a woman.

They agreed it would be best to try on a Saturday night, as that gave them both more time to reconsider if they wanted to change their minds. The plan was for them all to have dinner together that night. The signal that Alison was ready would be her saying that Christian and she would go for a walk, but actually heading to her bedroom. Camilla would give them ten minutes. If she wanted to go further, then she would come into Alison’s room and pretend to borrow her hairdryer, not expecting them to be there. They would then play the rest of it by ear.

So, as usual, Christian came up after work on Friday. Camilla was glad that he had come at least a day before so that she could cast a final critical eye over him, just in case. She knew she wasn’t really looking for an excuse not to and was more likely looking for any reason to do it. That’s the thing with basic physiology, like gravity; once it takes control, it’s hard to escape.

In Camilla’s opinion, Christian was tall, dark-haired and handsome. He was slim yet muscular, neat and well-groomed, but not excessively so. He moved about like someone who was confident and comfortable in their own skin, yet still respectful that he was a guest in her flat; no red flags. She was confident that the only risk to proceed would be to her reputation, domestic arrangements and long-term emotional well-being. Nothing at all to a 22-year-old.

On Saturday night, they ate dinner together in the flat. Christian suspected nothing when Camilla asked Alison what they were going to do with the rest of their evening. Christian thought they had no plans, but Alison volunteered they might go for a walk after dinner. He was happy with that and thought nothing more about it. After checking the clock, Camilla left them and went back to her room.

The moment had arrived, and Camilla was ready. She went back to her room and slipped out of her clothes. Her heart was pounding, akin to the feeling she had when she jumped out of an aeroplane for the first time. She’d had the sense to remove her underwear a few hours earlier, so that there was no visible panty or bra line. She’d also taken Alison’s advice and visited the beautician the week before. Camilla was happy to say that she liked the look and feel of being hair-free.

She covered up with nothing but her short silk robe, walked to Alison’s room, took a deep breath, and opened the door.

Christian and Alison went into her room, and he started looking around for his shoes, but then she inexplicably shut the door and started kissing him. He realised the walk had been a ruse. They started petting and quickly undressed while standing in the middle of the room. They were just getting serious when the door opened and in walked Camilla. She was three steps into the room when she finally noticed them and stopped dead in her tracks.

To say that Camilla was unprepared for what she saw would be an oversimplification. She supposed she expected to find them both sitting down having a little chat and that she would innocently sit down with them and then, as the situation gradually got heavier, they would ask her to stay. But to enter that scene, wearing only a gossamer of silk, and feeling overdressed, had not entered her mind. She felt that she’d taken a wrong turn and accidentally walked in on the set of a porno.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,” Camilla offered, covering her eyes and looking away. “I… I just wanted to borrow your hairdryer!”

Christian did not know what to do. Camilla had seen everything. They were both stark naked. He was fully erect and had his hands on Alison’s breasts. There was no unseeing that.

“That’s okay,” Alison said. “We are just playing. It’s on the desk behind us. Do you want to get it?”

Christian couldn’t work out whether he was more impressed or shocked by Alison’s poise. He genuinely didn’t know what was happening.

“Let her through,” Alison said, taking a step back from him. Christian looked at Alison and, taking her cue, took one step back to open up a gap. Camilla looked at Alison, glanced sideways at him, and then tentatively stepped toward them. However, Alison had left such a small gap that the only way for Camilla to pass them was if she turned sideways. Either way, she would have to brush past them. Christian glimpsed her thin silk robe and guiltily felt himself stiffen at the inevitable contact. Camilla paused a moment, then turned to face him and squeezed through.

Camilla brushed Christian with her barely clad belly as she moved past his stiffness, causing the blood to surge and for him to feel a little faint. He wanted to reach out and touch her but controlled himself, not willing to act lest Alison gave him the nod. But, to his surprise, Alison rocked slightly forward so that Camilla’s passage brushed her naked breasts. Alison shut her eyes in response to the pleasing stimulation. Then she stepped forward, embracing him, closing the gap again, and continued to kiss and stroke his shaft as before.

Camilla walked to the desk and picked up the dryer, paused a moment, then slowly turned around. She looked them all over, not turning away. Alison continued to pull on Christian, but turned her head to address Camilla.

“Stay,” she said.

Camilla didn’t dare move; rooted to the spot. Alison stepped toward her and took the dryer from her hands. Christian’s erection became so engorged that it felt like it was going to burst.

Alison stepped behind Camilla and whispered, “Here, let me help.”

Placing the dryer back on the desk, Alison took hold of the cord around Camilla’s flimsy gown and untied it. Camilla didn’t resist, but shivered briefly as her skin met the air. Her gown fell away, revealing Camilla’s perky breasts. They complemented her slim frame perfectly, her little nipples standing erect. Camilla instinctively made a move to cover herself, but resisted the urge.

Alison looked at Christian and with a smile said, “Isn’t she beautiful?”

“Indeed,” he replied, looking Camilla over from top to bottom.

“Why don’t you kiss her?”

He looked Alison dead in the eye, not believing what he had just heard. It was not a question; it was an order. She looked him in the eye and smiled. Christian glanced back at Camilla, who was staring back, eager for his response. He stepped forward and took Camilla’s arms in his hands.

Alison grinned as she watched the scene from behind.

“Kiss him,” she said.

Camilla looked at Christian tentatively, but obeyed, pushing her soft lips into his. They closed their eyes and kissed deeper, tongues slowly joining in the dance.

As Christian pulled Camilla closer, he felt Alison’s right hand brush past Camilla’s hip and slide up to her right breast. Camilla felt it too, quickly realising that it wasn’t him. She tried to pull away, but Christian held her tight, daring her to deny her own desire. She relaxed and then came back to him, leaving Alison free to explore her friend’s body. With her left hand, Alison brushed Camilla’s black hair aside and kissed her neck and shoulders.

Camilla sighed and shivered at Alison’s gentle assault. Unable to deny her part anymore, Camilla sought and found Christian’s dick and explored its size and length with her fingertips. He shuddered at the familiar sensation suddenly administered by unfamiliar hands. Camilla was discovering him for the first time and trying to find the right spot. He didn’t tell her it was all in the right spot. He responded in kind, searching down her belly until he found her smooth, moist lips.

Alison’s left hand joined her right. It slid slowly over Christian’s right and nudged it out of the way and into Camilla’s wetness. Camilla sensed the change and tried to turn to say something to Alison. Alison’s expert fingers doing something that no man could quickly overwhelmed Camilla’s protest. She sighed, her legs almost buckling as Alison found her mark. Christian’s right worked its way up to Camilla’s left breast and squeezed its perky firmness while his left sought Alison’s right.

Camilla had the last free hand, and it now moved behind her, searching for Alison. Alison sighed and breathed in sharply, signifying that Camilla’s fingers had entered. Camilla was doing double duty now, working on Alison and stimulating Christian slowly but skilfully.

With all hands employed, only one of Alison’s breasts was missing out. Christian considered alternating between Camilla and her, but knew that any attempt at switching might bring undone the symphony of hands they had mastered on their first attempt. Besides, Alison didn’t seem to miss out. Christian could see that she was rubbing her breast against Camilla’s back while whispering sweet instructions to them both.

“Kiss her. Grab her arse. Deeper, yep, fuck yes! Squeeze it. Slower. Softer. Suck his dick.”

With that last command, Camilla gently pulled away from Christian and released both Alison and him from her caress. Alison looked him in the eye and smiled. It was too late to ask for permission. They had already broken every taboo, and there was no going back. Camilla paused a moment and looked him in the eye, realising that this was the last chance to stop. Her eyes revealed her struggle between good sense and her desire. Then she bit her lower lip and lowered herself to her knees.

As Camilla knelt, Alison looked at him and smiled.

“I love you,” he said, placing his hands on her breasts.

“I love you too,” she replied, “but don’t cum… yet.”

It was beyond worrying at this point if someone now overstepped the mark. They were all naked. They’d had their hands everywhere it was possible, and Camilla had been kissing Alison’s boyfriend in front of her for the better part of ten minutes. That she would now take him in her mouth as Alison watched was a small step from there.

From her new position, Camilla was better able to size Christian up. Strong thighs covered with a manly crop of dark hair. He kept his pubic hair trimmed, which was a pleasant surprise. Not only would it make sucking him more pleasant, but it also made him look more impressive. As Camilla readied herself to take him in, she could see it throbbing with each heartbeat.

Camilla liked to suck a cock as slowly as she could. There was no rush. She liked to take her time. To steady herself, she held Christian by the back of his thighs and licked him from base to tip on both sides. He sighed and groaned, which set her heart aflutter. She took him in her mouth and moved her hand onto him and stroked. She was so focussed on Christian that she almost forgot Alison was in the room.

“Enough,” Alison said a few minutes later. Camilla eased off, much to her disappointment, and released him. She looked slightly dazed and lightheaded, almost as if she were in a trance.

“Lie on the bed,” Alison urged.

Christian wasted no time. He eased himself down as Alison took Camilla by the hand and helped her stand. Camilla obeyed Alison without a word and stood facing her. Alison turned slowly and looked Christian in the eye. She paused a moment and mouthed, “I love you,” then turned back to Camilla and kissed her passionately on the mouth; slow and lingering.

Alison then led Camilla over to the bed. Urging Camilla forward, she helped her onto the bed and over him. Alison straddled his chest as Camilla slid onto him, instantly relieving Christian’s tension with her warm and wet embrace. Alison gave him a huge smile, reminding him of the rugby game months earlier, then swung a leg over him and sat on his face. He grabbed her bum and pulled her toward him until his face was a mess with her sweet juices.

Alison bucked and leant forward, arms balancing on the bedhead. The girls now began to ride and grind him. He could not roll off or thrust up. His release was at Camilla’s mercy and his mouth at the behest of Alison’s heat. All he could do was eat for all he was worth and reach out and grab whatever he could find. Both Alison and Camilla’s tits were easily within his reach, but he took care to spend the most time on Alison and never divided his hands between them.

When the sensation became too much, Alison tried to pull away, but Christian clamped down on her thighs and wouldn’t let her escape. She twisted this way and that, while all the time Camilla pounded away. He was blind bar an odd glimpse of Alison’s tits and face. He did not know what Camilla was doing except by the sensations in his crotch, which had reached critical. Unable to control speed or stroke, Christian had no option but to let it happen.

Camilla was pumping faster now, and he could hear her soft grunts. Alison gasped. Christian came, but Camilla kept going. The sensation was intense, but Camilla was unrelenting. She was on a mission. He squeezed her tits, hoping that somehow it would help her; it didn’t matter. Still, she went on.

She finally collapsed half on him and half on Alison’s back. Alison was still shaking, her breasts jiggling with each aftershock.

“My legs,” Alison said, “I can’t move!”

Alison slid down Christian’s face onto his chest. He kissed her breasts as she collapsed onto him. They lay there, in a puddle of limbs and sweat, not being able or unwilling to move until they all finally fell asleep.

They spent a restless night together in Alison’s bed. Christian didn’t know what the plans had been for after, but Camilla seemed unwilling to leave and Alison didn’t move her on. He remembered starting the night closest to the wall while Camilla was on the other edge of the bed and Alison in-between. There wasn’t enough room to all lie flat together, so they spooned. Christian could reach his left arm over Alison to her breast or shoulder, while Alison did the same for Camilla. They wriggled around in that mess of limbs, so no one was sure who was touching whom.

At 4am, Alison got up to go to work at the bakery. Camilla had slipped out in the middle of the night as they’d slept. Christian drowsily watched Alison slide out of bed and pad naked around the room, looking for her clothes. The vision of her doing mundane tasks in the nude still thrilled him, and he soaked her in. She dressed and kissed him and silently left him to roll onto her back and then doze off in the warmth she had left behind.

It was just past 7am when Alison made it back home. She hoped Christian was still asleep so that she could silently slip into bed alongside him and bathe in his love. But when she opened the door, he was sitting up, waiting for her. He had a look of concern on his face. He was just about to speak, but she cut him off with a kiss.

“It’s okay. Don’t worry about anything; it was just a little fun,” she said. “Nothing that happened last night matters. We will probably never see Camilla again.”

Christian still seemed to be concerned, so Alison eased his mind in the best way that she knew how. She threw off the blanket, then climbed on board and instantly rewarded them each with her warmth and his penetration.

Alison was just beginning to get some satisfaction when she heard the door open behind her. With no sense of urgency, she turned slowly around in time to see Camilla striding into the room as naked as she had been when she had left them several hours earlier. If Alison hadn’t known her better, she would have called it strutting. Without saying a word, Camilla sat down in Alison’s chair and regarded them both with a huge smile.

Still thrusting, Alison managed a confused greeting. “Morning?”

“Yes, it is.”

“Have you lost something?”

“No, but… ah, there it is.” Camilla stooped to retrieve her robe from the floor. “I might need this later, or I’ll get some funny looks from the rest of the girls.”

Then it hit Alison. “Are you here to borrow the hairdryer again?”

“No.”

“Why are you here?”

Camilla dropped her robe to the floor and smiled.

“Round two.”