Camp Rewind Page 17

With her pleasure already approaching an excruciating zenith, even the slightest amount of penetration was sure to send Alice over the top. Yet despite her certainty that Rosa’s hand would lead to her eventual undoing, Alice was powerless to resist the offer. She wanted to experience all of Rosa, every bit, before this ended. “Yes, please.” She hesitated, then decided to try matching Rosa’s effortlessly filthy mouth with a little risqué dialogue of her own. “Fuck me.” She paused, feeling silly. “In my pussy.”

  An amused grin crawled across Rosa’s face, but before Alice could get too embarrassed by her fumbling attempt at dirty talk, Rosa crawled up to capture her mouth in an amorous, Alice-flavored kiss. She broke away after a brief dance of their tongues, murmuring, “I’ll fuck you, baby, so good you’ll feel it in every step you take tomorrow.”

  Alice was positive she would die—literally expire—when Rosa once again descended the length of her body and fit her shoulders between her widely spread thighs. The return of the fiery tongue nestled against her swollen labia caused Alice to gasp, then sob in anticipation as Rosa finally brought a finger up to circle her opening in a deliberately gentle tease. Alice rocked against Rosa’s face and squirmed wildly on the fingertip that kept dipping shallowly into her entrance without offering any real satisfaction. Frustrated, Alice angled her pelvis down in an attempt to impale herself on the taunting digit.

  In response, Rosa pinned one of Alice’s thighs to the sleeping bag using her free hand and lifted her mouth from between Alice’s legs to rasp, “Yes?”

  “Yes!” She’d never burned to be possessed by anyone before that moment, yet now she felt as though she’d fly apart if Rosa didn’t fill up the vast emptiness inside her. Immediately. “Put your finger in.”

  Rosa released a quiet, strangled whimper as she sank the tip no more than an inch past Alice’s entrance. She bent to keep lapping at Alice’s clit, cautiously twisting this way and that as she worked her surprisingly thick-feeling finger inside until she could go no deeper. Alice vocalized her approval through a continuous stream of breathy moans and high-pitched whimpers, not bothering to feel self-conscious about sharing the unthinking, mewling noises of pleasure John had once mimicked during a particularly cruel afterglow session. She knew by the way Rosa’s free hand tightened on her thigh that she was getting off on Alice’s loud enjoyment of her efforts, and besides, Rosa would never intentionally make her feel bad.

  Rosa had only ever made her feel good. Inconceivably good.

  As though determined to prove that point, Rosa withdrew slowly before pushing all the way back in, so that her knuckles bumped against Alice’s ass and the entire length of her finger was firmly embedded within her vagina. Alice’s inner muscles contracted around Rosa before she could pull out again, her body already well on its way to another shattering climax without very much effort at all.

  “Shit,” Alice swore as tears leaked from her eyes. “Rosa, I’m…” She bit her bottom lip, unable to withstand the urge to pump against the tongue now fluttering rapidly against her clit. “You’re gonna make me…”

  The finger inside her angled upward, brushing over a reactive, ecstasy-inducing spot deep inside. At the same time, Rosa gave her clit a noisy slurp while smoothly increasing the speed of her thrusts without changing the amount of force behind them. Ready to burst, Alice made a frantic grab for a handful of their discarded clothing so she could ball it up and stuff it beneath her head, readjusting her position until she had a clear line of sight to watch Rosa’s mouth on her labia. She wanted to take one last, long look before this was over, in case it never happened again.

  Giving her exactly what she needed, Rosa picked her head up far enough to grant a perfect view of her sinuous tongue playing over Alice’s painfully swollen clit. Alice held her breath as she watched the performance, enthralled by the sight of a woman she’d already come to care about offering her unselfish pleasure in the most intimate way possible. A ragged whimper escaped her throat, causing her to tense her thighs and try to hold on just a little longer.

  Rosa brought her free hand up to frame Alice’s pussy, using her thumb and forefinger to spread her open to a point barely shy of mild discomfort. Feeling powerfully exposed yet wildly turned on, Alice fought not to close her eyes and instead maintained a laser focus on Rosa’s skillful technique, the milky fluids that coated her new lover’s face, and the mind-blowing vision of her own hyper-aroused pussy looking so objectively sexy in Rosa’s mouth. When Rosa pulled back farther so that only the tip of her tongue continued to roll against the throbbing clit, Alice finally caught a glimpse of the long finger sliding in and out of her body. That image tore the last of her self-control to shreds.

  Alice came—again. Loud and long, chased by a renewed flood of juices, the biggest orgasm of her life soaked Rosa Salazar’s beautiful face. Alice’s back arched off the sleeping bag as her entire body went momentarily rigid, and Rosa took that opportunity to grab her butt and drag her closer, grinding her face between Alice’s legs until she finally had to beg Rosa to stop.

  “Rosa.” Alice panted, placing a reluctant hand on the top of her still-moving head. “Please, I can’t…” She tried to decide whether she could. A single, direct lick across her clit convinced her that as much as she wanted to keep going, her body was finished. Pushing against Rosa firmly, she gasped, “Stop. I can’t take any more.”

  Rosa surged up the length of Alice’s body and captured her lips in a wet, impassioned kiss while very gingerly withdrawing from her tender pussy. Alice moaned at the aftershocks set off by the careful extraction and then, not wanting Rosa to leave, threw both arms around her shoulders and pulled her down into a desperate hug. Although perfectly aware that Rosa would feel how fast her heart was beating with their chests pressed together like they were, she no longer cared about playing it cool. Not anymore.

  “Multi-orgasmic,” Rosa whispered in a low, sensual tone that brought forth yet another wave of happiness. “That settles it: John was mediocre, and you are absolutely perfect.” She kissed Alice’s earlobe, then her throat, then shifted to lie at her side without leaving their close embrace. Rosa wore a smile that Alice couldn’t help but return, full of pride and affection and joy, yet a sliver of uncertainty shone through in Rosa’s gaze. “So was that everything you hoped it would be?”

  Alice tightened her arms around Rosa, unable to get close enough. “It was more than I even knew was possible.”

  A gentle hand stroked down Alice’s spine, lulling her into closing her eyes. For just a minute. Rosa pressed butterfly kisses over her cheeks, and in that instant—wrapped up in Rosa’s arms—Alice felt cared for in a way she never had before. In a way she’d never imagined feeling cared for.

  Or loved.

  “Thanks for sneaking out with me,” Rosa whispered, sleepily.

  “Of course.” Alice squeezed her as tight as her exhausted muscles allowed. “I like you,” she whispered in reply. I think I’m falling in love with you. But she kept her musing silent, too afraid to say so in case the feeling wasn’t mutual. Searching for a way to vocalize the intensity of her emotions without scaring Rosa, she mumbled, “You’re my person.” When she felt Rosa’s body tense against hers, ever so slightly, she added, “At camp. My camp person.”

  After a moment of shared silence, Rosa gathered her closer for a brief, heartfelt bear hug. “You’re my person, too.”

  “Good.” Eyes still closed, Alice brushed her lips against Rosa’s chin, then her mouth, and then cuddled against her chest. “Can we rest for a minute? Not long. I know we need to get back, but…I don’t want to move yet.”

  “I don’t, either.”

  If Alice wasn’t so sleepy, she might have wondered more at the waver in Rosa’s voice. She might have asked her to talk about what she was thinking or feeling in the aftermath of such an intensely intimate experience. She might have panicked about what would happen after camp was over. But because it was all she could do to stay conscious, she lay her head on Rosa’s breast
and listened to her heartbeat, reliving everything her new best friend had just made her feel as she drifted off to the soundest, most peaceful sleep of her life.

  Chapter Eleven

  Rosa awoke to an odd sensation. A soft, cool pressure slithered across her ankles, then tickled the bottoms of her feet. She frowned without opening her eyes, stretching one leg to nudge at the nuisance—probably the sleeping bag, she decided, having gotten wound around her legs while she slept—before unmistakable movement against the top of her foot convinced her that whatever had woken her up was alive. Her eyes shot open and she bolted upright, dumping a still-unconscious Alice onto the sleeping bag beside her as she yanked her feet up in sheer panic. At the sight of the freakishly long black-and-white snake that had been cuddling with her toes only seconds before, she let out a mighty, high-pitched scream.

  Alice jolted awake with a start and looked around the sunlit room with wide, unfocused eyes. “Rosa? What’s wrong?”

  Rosa grabbed Alice’s arm and pointed. “Snake!”

  All the tension drained out of Alice’s body when her gaze landed on their unwelcome visitor. “Oh, dear.” Still naked from the night before, she crawled down and carefully grabbed the snake around the middle of its horrifically slithery length. Using both hands, she gripped it carefully in a position that kept his head well away from her body. Then she stood and took a few steps away from the sleeping bag before turning to face Rosa. “It’s only a California king snake. He’s harmless, I promise.”

  “How the fuck did he get up here?” Rosa shuddered as she reached for her discarded shirt and bra and pulled on her clothing as hastily as possible. “We’re indoors! And upstairs!”

  “Hard to say.” Alice examined the snake carefully, turning him this way and that, almost in admiration. “He could have hitched a ride with us—maybe he came from the boat?—or it’s possible he made his way up here on his own. Snakes can be excellent climbers, given the right surface.”

  Rosa shuddered even harder as revulsion rolled through her body. “I hate snakes.”

  Alice turned away, blocking Rosa’s view of the reptile, and glanced over her shoulder with a sympathetic smile. “I gathered.” She scanned the storage area, apparently trying to decide what to do with her scaly charge. “I’d take him outside, but I would want to put some clothes on first…” Her eyes appeared to widen in alarm as her attention drifted to the window. “Rosa, the sun is up!”

  “Yes.” Eager to speed up their escape from the snake pit, Rosa finished dressing and began to collect Alice’s clothes. “I noticed that when I traumatized myself by seeing every detail of that creature molesting my ankles.”

  “I mean it’s all the way up.” Alice paced nervously back and forth a few steps, still holding the unhappy-looking snake in her outstretched hands. “Everyone is probably awake by now. What if they’ve already noticed the boat is missing?”

  Cursing under her breath, Rosa knelt to roll the sleeping bag while she took multiple nervous peeks out the closest window to study the sky. Alice was right. Somehow, they’d managed to sleep in until well past sunrise, something Rosa really hadn’t anticipated needing to worry about. Between her small bladder, occasionally aching back, and lifelong tendency to wake up at least once before the sun, she’d assumed she would be conscious long before it was necessary to return to camp. In all honesty, she’d hoped to initiate a second round of sex before they left, once she’d had the chance to recover for an hour or two. For over a decade now, that had been her modus operandi with a new lover—fuck, pass out, rinse, repeat. How had she managed to sleep so peacefully, and for so long, in such unlikely conditions?

  “Alice, I’m really sorry.” Rosa shouldered the backpack, grabbed the rolled sleeping bag, and hurried to give Alice her clothing. “You’re right. I overslept. It’s my fault.”

  “We both overslept.” Alice’s self-consciousness about being the only naked one seemed to catch up with her. Blushing, she gestured toward the door without making eye contact. “Leave my clothes on the floor and go downstairs. I’m going to have put this little guy down before I can dress, so I’ll meet you there in a minute.” Her gaze darted out the window again. “Less than a minute.”

  It wasn’t difficult to detect the extreme stress in Alice’s voice. She was really worried about returning the boat so late. Not wanting to worsen her anxiety, Rosa did exactly as requested, without comment. She dropped Alice’s clothes on the floor at her feet, then hefted the backpack one more time and rushed to the door. “I’ll pack up the boat and wait for you there?”

  “Perfect.” Alice jogged to an empty kayak and bent to set the snake inside. “Go.”

  Rosa ran downstairs two steps at a time, having no interest in being in the room once her morning visitor again slithered free. Heart hammering, she exhaled in relief when she verified that the lower floor of the boathouse was every bit as empty as it had been the night before. With the sun streaming through the windows, it also didn’t look nearly as ominous. Despite the seriousness of their situation, Rosa couldn’t help but smile as she thought about Alice and all her beautiful contradictions: afraid of social settings, breaking the rules, and dark, watery garages, yet courageous enough to pick up a random snake and conquer a host of anxieties in service of fulfilling her deepest fantasies. All that, and she was in possession of a legitimately brilliant mind like no one Rosa had ever dated before—along with a pussy that tasted like liquid joy.

  Rosa’s cheer faded as she reached the paddleboat and loaded their supplies. Two years ago, she and Alice might have made a real go of things. Though Rosa had always been the opposite of shy, dating someone with Alice’s challenges wouldn’t have seemed outside the realm of possibility. In fact, she wagered she would have been good for Alice—maybe even as good as she suspected Alice would be for her. She could have nudged Alice out into the wider world, helped her make new friends, all while loving her the way she had deserved to be loved from the beginning. Perhaps she might have even healed the primal wounds caused by Alice’s parents, especially her mother, along with John, who’d clearly never even tried to make her feel good. Two years ago, Rosa might have been the best thing to ever happen to Alice, just as Alice was indisputably one of the best things to ever happen to her.

  But not now. Today, post-backlash—post-shame—Rosa had nothing to offer anyone except stress, misery, humiliation, and heartache. She didn’t even want to imagine how Alice would react to some of the threats she’d received in the past, or how she’d feel if she was ever the target of similar promises of brutal rape and murder. How, precisely, that style of harassment and intimidation would worsen the anxiety Alice already struggled so hard to overcome. Rosa didn’t want to imagine and refused to find out for sure. She never wanted to cause Alice that special brand of pain.

  Rosa wasn’t only concerned that Alice might be terrorized if they dated. Alice would surely feel embarrassed about being with her. Ashamed. How could Alice—or anyone—stand to date someone whose naked body had been subjected to millions of nonconsensual views? Worse than simply witnessing her nudity, strangers around the world had watched a private act in which she’d intentionally performed for the camera, exposing herself in the lewdest ways possible…after she’d railed against the video-game industry for objectifying and oversexualizing their female characters. Consequently, she was a woman whose face, name, and body had been worked into countless hurtful memes. A punchline. Reviled by thousands, exposed to millions, no longer a private citizen but an unwilling laughingstock.

  No. She could never drag Alice into that mess.

  A soft touch on her back caused Rosa to yelp in shock. She whirled around before relaxing at the sight of Alice standing right behind her.

  Alice wore a thin-lipped smile. “Ready?”

  “Yes.” Rosa walked to the back of the boat and braced her hands against the edge. “Get in. I’ll push.”

  Alice helped her start the forward motion, then hopped over the side and into her seat.
As soon as the sandy ground fell away and the boat was afloat, Rosa joined her. They both fit their feet to the pedals and started pumping their legs in silence, neither one saying a word until they were at least twenty feet away from shore.

  Finally, chest aching with regret over the way their morning-after had begun, Rosa gave Alice a sidelong glance and a weak smile. “You okay?”

  “Yes.” Alice’s tone was apologetic, but her expression remained tense in spite of the weak grin she managed to direct Rosa’s way. “I’m sorry. Just worried about getting caught.”

  Rosa placed a careful hand on Alice’s shoulder. “It’ll be all right, Alice. Even if we do get into trouble, I’ll take the blame and tell them it was all my idea. You can even slip away and hide. I won’t mind, really.”

  Alice’s eyes immediately welled up, and for a moment, Rosa worried that she’d said something wrong. But then Alice looked at her with more love than anyone she’d ever slept with before—more, even, than the girl who’d broken her heart in college—and she realized that what she’d said had been exactly right. And oh-so-treacherous, if they truly intended to part on casual terms the next day. Without slowing her pedaling, Alice touched Rosa’s face, a loving caress that made it momentarily difficult to breathe.

  Afraid of what she might say, Rosa rushed to cut Alice off before she could speak. “Hopefully everyone will still be at breakfast and we’ll be able to slip right in undetected.”

  “Like you slipped into me last night?” Alice murmured, uncharacteristically sexual in both tone and demeanor. It seemed that Rosa’s reassurance had flipped a switch, allowing her to reflect on the reason they’d snuck away in the first place. Alice bit her lip, clearly savoring her memory of the moment of penetration despite their current predicament. “Although, believe me, you were far from undetected.”

  Abandoning caution in the wake of Alice’s bold show of desire, Rosa said, “You were so tight.” She allowed herself to revisit Alice’s flavor, hints of which surely remained all over her face. “And your pussy tasted so good.”