Camp Rewind Page 15

  Alice gulped for air, no longer able to breathe normally. Her head swam with delightful anticipation while her body screamed at the nearly painful arousal blooming between her thighs. “Kiss me again,” she whispered, desperate for something to ground her, to keep her from flying apart. “Please.”

  Rosa captured her mouth in a surprisingly restrained kiss. Passionate as ever, and sincere, but also strangely calm. Alice detected a tender undercurrent in this union of their lips and tongues, an unspoken reinforcement of the bond they’d forged over the course of a single, intensely emotional day. Without speaking a word, Rosa reminded Alice not only of the intimate friendship they’d built so quickly, but also the genuine trust she felt for this woman she’d only just met. When they finally broke apart to recover, Alice closed her eyes and exhaled, relieved to have recovered her composure at least slightly.

  Rosa flexed the fingers on Alice’s wrists before loosening her grip. “Is it all right to hold you like this?”

  Alice craned to take in the sight of Rosa pinning her hands to the floor. “Very.” She scraped together her courage and looked into Rosa’s face, ready to embrace the honesty that had sprung up between them. “As long as you really don’t mind a ridiculous amount of wetness.”

  Rosa drew the tip of her tongue along Alice’s top lip, then bit the bottom one, pelvis surging. “I really don’t.” She lowered her face to whisper in Alice’s ear. “I really can’t wait to find out how your pussy tastes.”

  Alice’s heart crashed against her chest wall, again and again, threatening to send her off into another round of hyperventilation. The only coherent thought she managed to hold on to was that she didn’t want to be the only one who was naked. Nor did she want to be the first to take off her clothes. Heeding Rosa’s advice to give voice to her needs, Alice said, “Will you…can I see you first?”

  Rosa let go of her wrists and sat back on her heels, leaving Alice temporarily adrift without that intoxicating weight to anchor her in place. She barely had time to mourn the loss before Rosa pulled her T-shirt over head to reveal a black bra with lace trim, thereby rendering her disappointment moot. Rosa wore a knowing smile as she reached behind her back to unhook the clasp. She peeled the bra away slowly, uncovering bare skin inch by tantalizing inch. By the time she dropped her bra onto the floor beside them, Alice could only stare helplessly with her mouth ajar, struck dumb by her first real look at Rosa’s naked breasts.

  “You’re beautiful.” Alice startled at the sound of her own ragged voice. She hadn’t intended to say that aloud, but judging from the beaming grin that immediately overtook Rosa’s gorgeous mouth, it was clear she’d done the right thing. She let her gaze wander over Rosa’s full, wonderfully proportioned breasts, the dark, pebbled nipples, the rise and fall of her heaving, flushed chest and hesitantly raised a hand into the air. Yearning to cradle the bare flesh with her palm, she asked, “May I?”

  Rather than answer, Rosa guided Alice’s hand to her breast and pressed the center over a diamond-hard nipple. “Whatever you want.”

  A delicious shiver ran through the length of Alice’s overheated body, from the top of her head to the very tips of her toes. I can’t believe I’m actually touching a half-naked woman. Her other hand floated up to join its twin so that she held a plump tit in each. She massaged the pliant mounds, plucked at their tips, and then finally pushed them together so she could sit up and run her tongue across both erect nipples with one long swipe. Rosa grunted and shuddered beneath her touch, clinging to Alice’s shoulders when she nearly lost her balance.

  “Fuck,” Rosa groaned. Her breath quickened when Alice seized one nipple between her thumb and forefinger while testing the other with her teeth. “You’re not the only one who’s insanely wet right now.”

  Alice smiled around Rosa’s nipple, eager to believe she wasn’t alone in her over-the-top arousal. “No?”

  “Pinkie swear.” Rosa combed her fingers through Alice’s hair in a gesture that felt very much like nonverbal praise. “Would you like to see?”

  Alice swallowed hard. She’d never wanted anything so badly in her entire life, yet amidst all that need, part of her still quaked with fear. “Yes. Please.”

  Rosa stood and unbuttoned her shorts slowly, deliberately peeling the denim away from her hips like she was performing a striptease. “Do you mind that you’ve gotten me so excited?”

  Rapt, Alice stared as Rosa kicked her shorts away before slipping her fingers down the front of her black briefs with a contented whimper. Alice shook her head and moved nearer, not wanting to miss even a single second of the show Rosa was putting on. She would surely revisit this night in her head for years to come, so she tried to memorize every detail. The style and cut of Rosa’s panties, the conspicuous movement of her searching fingers, the faint, unfamiliar scent of another woman’s arousal that hung in the air like the sweetest perfume. Rosa removed the hand from her briefs and showed Alice shiny fingers coated with slick, clear fluid. Then Alice watched, entranced, as Rosa gave the fingers a sensual tongue bath while humming in appreciation of her own flavor.

  Rosa lowered her hand from her mouth and smiled, a bit coy, completely sexy. “Told you I like how it tastes.”

  Alice’s breathing hitched. She pushed herself into a sitting position and reached for Rosa’s hand. “Come back down here with me.”

  “First let me do one more thing.” Rosa hooked her thumbs around the waistband of her panties and lowered them to the floor. She pushed them aside with her foot and turned to face Alice with her hands on her hips. Her confidence wavered and dissolved within the span of a single, heartrending second, and Alice watched her plummet into a palpable bout of self-consciousness. The hands came off her hips, and Rosa carefully lowered herself onto the sleeping bag, no longer able to meet Alice’s eyes. Despite her obvious discomfort, she sat facing Alice and let her legs fall open to reveal what lay between her shaking thighs. “See?” she whispered. “Soaking wet.”

  Alice didn’t look. She couldn’t. Not yet, not until she’d assured Rosa she was safe. Despite being wrapped up in her own anxiety, she immediately recognized what had just happened. After all of Rosa’s comments about the shame she felt over that stupid viral video, and about the thrill she’d once derived from showing off her body and performing under the cold, watchful eye of a camera lens, Alice understood the current situation plainly. Rosa hadn’t shared her body with anyone consensually in well over a year, yet during that time, she’d been told again and again—by strangers, acquaintances, even friends and family—that by behaving like a brazen slut, she’d gotten exactly what she deserved. With those damning indictments ringing in her head, who could blame Rosa for faltering when it came time to reveal her body to someone new? What struck Alice as extraordinary was Rosa’s sheer determination to stoically push through her discomfort, presumably for Alice’s sake. Simply so Alice would feel more comfortable.

  Overcome by a hurricane of emotion—affection, compassion, gratitude, sorrow, anger, even love—Alice murmured, “Rosa, look at me.” Rosa tore her attention away from the window, eyes shiny with unshed tears. Alice smiled and scooted closer until their faces were only inches apart. “Rosa, you’re beautiful.”

  Just as Rosa had calmed her earlier with a single, heartfelt kiss, now Alice gave it a shot. She pecked Rosa’s lips and then, encouraged by the way they parted slightly, slipped her tongue inside the hot, welcoming mouth. She immediately registered a new flavor, similar to the scent she’d caught in the air. That’s Rosa. Afraid to escalate the kiss before verifying that everything was okay, Alice broke off with a shaky exhalation. “I can taste you,” she said without thinking.

  Rosa’s mouth stretched into a slow smile. “And what do you think?”

  “That I want more.” When Rosa groaned and dove in for another kiss, clearly affected by her answer, Alice moved away with a quiet noise of regret. “But wait…first…” She studied Rosa’s face, considering how best to approach this subject without up
setting her further. “I know you want to give me whatever I ask for, but it can’t be at your expense. If something makes you feel too exposed, or too vulnerable, or too embarrassed, don’t do it. Please. Tonight needs to be every bit as good for you as it is for me. That’s the only way this will feel right.”

  Rosa’s chin wobbled briefly at her words, her expression so raw it shook Alice to her core. She sensed that Rosa’s lovers didn’t treat her so kindly, and not just because Rosa had hinted as much during various conversations throughout the day. It was obvious by the way she seemed genuinely stunned by Alice’s request, and shaken, like she wasn’t sure how to react. “Thank you,” Rosa whispered after a long span of mutual silence. “But I’ve never been self-conscious before, and I don’t want to be now. Not because of what happened, not because of some stupid article I wrote about an even stupider video game.”

  “Then…do you want me to look?” Alice used the backs of her index and middle fingers to dry a tear that had spilled onto Rosa’s cheek. Earlier, she’d pleaded with Rosa to trust her enough to honor her stated desires despite whatever outward signs of fear she displayed, so it only seemed fair to extend that same courtesy to Rosa. If Rosa wanted to push through this apprehension about allowing a new lover unrestricted visual access to her body, Alice would help her do that. “And see how ridiculously wet you are?”

  Rosa laughed, a genuine exultation. “How is it that this suddenly feels like my first time?”

  “Because it’s our first time.” Alice returned to Rosa’s lips for a gentle nibble, having missed their pliant warmth against her own. “And we both want this to be really good.”

  Chuckling, Rosa spoke between peppered kisses. “That’s true.” One last kiss and she broke away, planting her palms on the sleeping bag beside her hips so she could ease back and meet Alice’s eyes. “Personally, I think we’re off to an excellent start.”

  Alice felt a bare thigh land against her clothed knee, alerting her to the fact that Rosa’s legs had once again fallen open. “Me, too.” She licked her lips and tried to work up some saliva in her suddenly dry mouth. Apparently all the moisture in her body had decided to relocate between her thighs. “So…” She fought not to drop her gaze, waiting for more explicit permission to take a peek.

  “Look at me,” Rosa whispered. She took Alice’s chin to direct her attention lower and, at the same time, spread her legs while lifting her pelvis to better display her shiny, swollen, ridiculously magnificent pussy. “See how wet I am?”

  “Rosa,” she breathed, unable to come up with anything more clever to say.

  “You did this.” Rosa released Alice’s chin and used both hands to hold herself open, exposing glorious, pink folds and the hint of an engorged clit whose shape Alice could barely discern under the glow of the moonlight illuminating their makeshift bed. She wished for a flashlight, fascinated by her first real-life encounter with another woman’s pussy, yet kept quiet, reluctant to put Rosa under a literal spotlight or risk turning their encounter into a mere gynecological examination. Despite her sense of caution, she found herself angling to see better, shifting forward to improve her line of sight. Rosa reclined further and even tilted her hips to give Alice a better view. Submitting to the unflinching scrutiny, she rearranged the position of her fingers to pull her inner labia apart, revealing her dark opening and impossibly more wetness.

  The act of bravery inspired one of Alice’s own. Not wanting Rosa to feel isolated in her nudity, she quickly stripped off her T-shirt and bra without tearing her eyes away from the vision in front of her. “God, Rosa, you’re breathtaking.”

  “So are you.” Rosa’s eyes darkened as she indulged in her first real opportunity to stare openly at Alice’s bare breasts. “Why don’t you go ahead and take off your jeans, while you’re at it? You can leave your panties on.” Her expression turned wolfish, hungry. “For now.”

  Oddly, Alice barely felt nervous at this point. Though she wasn’t entirely sure why, she was more than happy to ride this newfound wave of confidence. “All right.” She stripped off her pants, glad to be free of the constricting denim. Left only in panties, she settled back at Rosa’s side. Still holding herself open with one hand, Rosa took a breath before moving two fingers of the other one down to rub small, tight circles around her clit. Cognizant of the mental hurdle Rosa almost certainly had to overcome to even consider masturbating in front of someone she’d met only the day before, Alice wrapped her in her arms and held her close as she watched Rosa’s continued efforts to coax the erect clit farther out of its hood. Alice kissed Rosa’s shoulder and murmured, “Is that how you like to be touched?”

  “Yes.” Rosa panted, nostrils flaring, and trembled against Alice’s chest. “Would you…” She bit her lip and shivered under her own ministrations. “Would you like to try?”

  “Touching you?” While Alice didn’t think she was ready for mutual masturbation—not yet—she was more than game to slide a finger into Rosa’s inviting depths. Every lesbian porn film she’d ever watched streamed through her mind, a veritable montage of hand jobs and acts of digital penetration she now drew upon for heroic inspiration. She knew what to do. Right? “Yes.”

  Rosa used the hand that had been playing with her clit to catch Alice around the wrist. “Want me to show you?”

  Alice nodded, unable to put together a coherent verbal response. Yes!

  “I’ll probably feel like you, but different.” Rosa guided Alice’s outstretched fingers to rest upon her scorching folds before covering them with her own damp hand. “You told me you know what you like, so use that knowledge to learn how I react to your touch.” Separating Alice’s index and middle fingers from the rest, she helped her apply light pressure while moving the tips in tiny circles over the impressively hard ridge of her clit. “I’m really sensitive, so I usually like a gentle hand. That is, unless—” Whimpering, she finished in a rush, “I’m in the mood for something rougher.” She paused to gasp as Alice caressed the length of her shaft, having strayed from Rosa’s guidance in a moment of improvisation. “That’s so, so good, Alice.” Rosa lifted the hand she’d been using to hold herself open and combed through Alice’s hair, reinforcing the praise, while her thighs quavered wildly. “Keep doing that and you’ll make me come.”

  Alice’s breathing stuttered at the mere suggestion. “Really?”

  “Definitely.” Rosa dropped her hand from Alice’s and grabbed a fistful of the sleeping bag beside her hip. “Unless you’d rather let me go down on you first.”

  Alice grunted her refusal, content to give before she received. It was better this way. If Rosa actually managed to make her come, Alice would probably appreciate the opportunity to simply pass out afterward. If she didn’t, at least the awkward silence that was sure to follow wouldn’t rob Rosa of whatever pleasure Alice might be able to provide. “May I keep touching you for now?”

  “Yes, my sweet girl.” Rosa looked sheepish about the uttered endearment, like she hadn’t actually intended to say it aloud. Abruptly, she shifted to lie flat on her back and exhaled. “So much for no reciprocation necessary.”

  Alice stretched out next to Rosa and massaged her clit delicately. “Did you really think I would pass up the chance to do this?” Swirling her fingers through the thick, copious wetness, she relished the hyper-responsiveness of Rosa’s bowstring-taut body to even the lightest brush against her sensitive flesh. “To learn how to make a woman come?”

  Rosa moaned, again appearing to take overt pleasure from the idea of Alice’s relative inexperience. “I’m not convinced you need a teacher, baby. You feel so fucking incredible.” She let out what sounded like a low growl, arching her back to push insistently against Alice’s hand. “Want to put your fingers inside? It would be so nice to have you in my pussy.”

  Alice couldn’t believe how fast they were moving. Prior to yesterday evening, she’d never even kissed a woman. Now she was on the verge of fucking one. “Yeah.” She paused to take a breath, slow her heart
rate, and try not to pass out. Carefully, she slid her index finger lower and searched through slippery folds before finding the slick circle of Rosa’s opening. She traced the entrance with a feather-soft touch, trying to imagine how it would feel to sink into a willing, open vagina that wasn’t her own. “You’ll tell me if I hurt you?”

  “You won’t.” But, assuaging her fears, Rosa reached between her spread legs, positioned two of Alice’s fingers at her entrance, and helped push her inside. Her pussy was snug and blistering hot, pulsing around Alice as she began to move. Out, in, out, in, again and again until Rosa’s hips were rolling to meet each thrust. “See?” Rosa gasped, easily matching her rhythm. “Doesn’t hurt at all.”

  Overcome by the sight of her slim digits disappearing into Rosa’s body, Alice got onto her knees and raised her butt high in the air, desperate for even the tiniest bit of friction against her own heated flesh. Rosa released a loud groan, perhaps at the wanton sight of her lewd pose, then moaned breathily when Alice remembered the proper technique and brought her thumb up to circle the distended clit that now stood proudly at attention. Like a puppet, Rosa’s entire body jerked at each stroke, an obviously involuntary reaction that made Alice giggle with pure glee.

  Awestruck, Alice whispered, “You like it.” Not a question. A fact. “Rosa, you’re so warm, so soft, so tight around my fingers.” She twisted her wrist, exploring everywhere she could reach. “I could stay inside you like this all night long.”

  Rosa’s chest moved rapidly, her nostrils flared. “I’m not sure I’d survive that.”