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four‘C’mere,’ Rachel growled, as she pulled Kristen’s hips back down to her face.Her neck was beginning to tighten from thrusting her tongue upward. It seemed that every time she managed to begin a rhythm Kristen would pull herself away, kneeling up until Rachel had to lift her head ever higher to maintain contact. To make matters worse, Rachel was beginning to be annoyed by the girl’s almost desperate gasping.If only she would stay put! Rachel was sure she was only a few seconds’ consistent work from bringing Kristen to spectacular orgasm, and she was damned if Kim was going to get there first with Susan. She flicked her eyes to the right: to Susan’s extravagantly sculpted shoulders, muscles bunched, arms stock straight behind her, holding herself up off the bed. Her beautiful left breast was riding up and down her chest as she ground her clit against Kim’s, close by Rachel’s shoulder.Susan had been kissing Kristen when they began their ambitious circle of sex; and Kim still had her head resting inside one of Rachel’s thighs, her tongue or lips occasionally and awkwardly pressing home onto Rachel’s wetness. But by now the only value was the eroticism of the position itself: Kim was too engrossed in thrusting against Susan to pay close attention to Rachel.Rachel felt Kristen pulling away again, mewling, and she tucked her arms further around her hips, grasping the soft flesh of her thighs with her palms, clamping her elbows inward. In the effort of doing so, Rachel’s own hips straightened from their twisted position and she felt Kim’s head dislodge and fall back onto the mattress. Rachel smiled to herself grimly, looking up at Kristen’s convulsing torso. Now, she thought, it’s just me and you.When they had first moved into this position Rachel had even used two fingers to expose Kristen’s clit, but that had made her jump away at every touch. The woman was simply too excitable to focus: something that they had not anticipated when they picked her up in a bar earlier. There, she had been confident and sassy, totally un-awed by the three flirtatious women trying to take her home.Still, she was undoubtedly worth it. Tall and lean like Susan (though not so muscular) and delightfully tanned and freckled, with a vibrant attitude that Rachel had immediately admired. She had hit on Rachel specifically, and not been at all fazed by the discovery that Rachel was there with friends; nor by the slow but inexorable shift in conversation to a foursome.But it was her breasts that had sealed the deal. She was almost completely flat-chested, with only the faintest bulge over each pectoral supporting the sharply conical aureoles of her nipples. Rachel was fascinated by them, their shape so brazenly on show under Kristen’s tight strappy top; and Kristen had not been blind to Rachel’s attention. In the end, they had found themselves making out enthusiastically in the booth, hands everywhere; and the others were forced to laughingly drag them out of the bar by the elbows.Now Rachel allowed one of her hands to explore up Kristen’s naked torso, wanting to feel her fingers pushing furrows into that shallow flesh. Kristen was finally accepting the rhythm of her tongue, her hips almanbahis twitching back and forth involuntarily, sporadically. Her head was thrown back, so Rachel could see the full length of her body like a spire: narrow chest, long neck, and sharp chin. Kristen’s each breath was catching and exploding with a gasp, her vagina leaking warmth onto Rachel’s own chin.As Rachel’s fingers reached her nipple Kristen cried out hungrily, lifting a hand to clamp Rachel’s palm to her breast. She dropped her head, her teeth clenched; and Rachel knew it was almost over. But Kristen’s uncontrolled impulses were still too strong: her hips suddenly jerked away from Rachel’s tongue; they both reacted awkwardly, desperately, Kristen overcorrecting, coming back down onto Rachel’s nose.‘Fuck,’ she said tartly. She thought she heard Kim snicker through her extravagant groaning, and sudden annoyance and jealousy quenched Rachel’s fire completely.She squirmed downward. Kristen made a sound like a wounded animal but Rachel ignored her, twisting to sit on the edge of the bed, cursing. She was cruelly gratified to hear Susan and Kim’s rhythm falter, but too angry to get any satisfaction from it. She paused for a moment, wondering what to do; wondering whether Kristen would try and re-engage her. She felt the slickness on her lips; grasping a handful of crumpled sheets she tetchily wiped her mouth.To make sure that no one could draw her back, she stood and walked to the bathroom without a backward glance. Now she could hear that Susan and Kim had stopped completely; Kim was already beginning to make annoyed noises.Rachel knew that somehow she was being unfair, but the discord only added to her ire. She tugged at the bathroom door as she passed and it banged shut behind her. ‘Fuck,’ she said again, to her reflection, as she leaned her arms onto the sink.It was Kim’s fault. The beautiful girlfriend of Syn, the biker. She was Rachel’s age, small, fiery, and as innocent as a flick knife. Thinking back, Rachel had known she was trouble the moment they had met: Kim had been totally unashamed of her voyeuristic behaviour, and even tried to turn the tables to position herself as the seductress. Syn’s matriarchal energy had kept them both engaged through the bombastic threesome that had followed, but they had barely acknowledged each other the rest of the day, playing tourists on Sunset Boulevard. And when Susan had met them in the bar later, and Syn had bowed out, Rachel had immediately felt protective of her first lover.Protective? No. Susan had put them together in the first place, with the words, ‘Trust me.’ If anything, Susan was the puppeteer, playing reckless games with Rachel’s totally virginal love life.‘What am I doing?’ she mouthed to the mirror. Precisely two days into the first significant sexual experiences of her life, fucking three women at once? Her? The sexually confused and inhibited nerd, who avoided everyone’s gaze in case they saw she was weird?It was all Susan’s doing: from the moment she had opened her bathrobe, so unexpectedly, so shockingly, the night before last; to her grinning innuendos over drinks less than an hour ago. With hints and tricks she had dragged almanbahis yeni giriş Rachel, her protégé, through a crash course in lesbian eroticism: from self-love through desperate adoration to outright orgy in forty-eight hours. What right did she have?It all came into Rachel’s mind like a landslide, and with a jolt, she realised there were tears in the eyes of her reflection. Behind her, there were the sounds of an argument; or at least, one raised voice and firm murmuring in response. But she wasn’t inclined to care; she just wanted to get out, to somehow collect her clothes and get into a dark taxi and hide in her hotel. The old Rachel was asserting itself: and calling her a pervert.Only moments later the latch clicked on the door to the bathroom; it opened a crack while someone tapped their knuckles on it. ‘Rachel?’ came Susan’s voice. ‘Can I come in?’Rachel sucked back a sob and wiped the back of her hand across her eyes. When she opened them Susan was standing behind her in her white bathrobe (so mundane; so evocative). Her hands came up and Rachel felt them press gently onto the outside of her shoulders. She shrugged them off, but immediately regretted it. Susan was watching her eyes in the mirror and missed not a thing: her hands returned, even more softly, and stayed.‘I asked them to go to the spare room,’ she said mildly. ‘I think they’re leaving.’Rachel was afraid her voice would crack; she hazarded, ‘Why?’‘You’re tired,’ said Susan, and Rachel was not sure if that was the answer or an avoidance. ‘I’ll knock up a drink. Let’s go to bed.’ She paused slightly and finished with a sliver of a smile, ‘to sleep.’Rachel felt her brow crease and dropped her head so it didn’t show. ‘I think I should go back to my hotel,’ she said; but it wasn’t the brazen rebellion she had hoped it would be.Susan did not respond, but turned Rachel to one side with gentle pressure and stepped in front. Rachel crossed her arms reactively, protectively, but Susan ignored the signal and drew her closer into an embrace.‘Please don’t,’ she said, her voice husky beside Rachel’s ear, and the sudden fragility made Rachel raise her eyebrows. ‘Rachel,’ Susan went on slowly. ‘What’s wrong?’A part of Rachel wanted to twist her shoulders to dislodge her, to shout at her, to spit out the accusations she had stored up only moments ago. But the greater part had melted at Susan’s touch, at her honest need. For a moment the battle raged in her, and finally, she could only breathe, ‘Are you playing with me?’As though this was the cork in the barrel, she suddenly found herself crying again. Her arms had fallen to her sides and she was limp in Susan’s arms, sobbing into the collar of her bathrobe.‘Oh god,’ whispered Susan. ‘Oh god, Rachel.’ And she kept repeating her name while Rachel cried.When Rachel subsided, Susan put her hands back on her upper arms and lifted until they faced each other. ‘I think I understand,’ she said, ducking her head to try and catch Rachel’s downcast eyes. ‘Really, I do.’ She paused, considering. When Rachel glanced up Susan smiled a little. ‘There’s something I want to show you.’She pushed slightly to balance Rachel fully on her feet. Now almanbahis giriş her smile was wider, and Rachel groaned inside. Here we go again. ‘I just need to get some things ready. Why don’t you take a shower?’Something in Rachel snapped. As Susan turned to go, Rachel found herself stamping her foot. ‘No!’ she cried, and this time her voice really did crack. Susan was looking at her, surprised, her smile fading.‘Don’t show me,’ Rachel said. One of Susan’s dark locks had fallen in front of her face: Rachel lifted a hand, tucked it behind her ear. ‘Tell me. For once, tell me.’ Then, her composure evaporated and she sobbed. She felt like a rebellious teenager; she grasped her hands together in front of herself to try and hide her nakedness, then folded her arms again.Susan was silent for a long moment, unmoving, and Rachel wondered if she would shout in return; if her riposte would tear Rachel apart, lay bare her ingratitude and insolence. But Susan shuffled past her, turned, and sat on the edge of the bath, her arms folded on her knees, her head bowed.‘I’m sorry,’ she said at length, with a sigh. The admission seemed to release something in her, and she looked up: Rachel was shocked to see her eyes glistening. ‘I’m so sorry.‘Yesterday,’ she began, her voice even throatier than usual, ‘at the pool. You said you loved me.’ At the last words, she smiled sadly. ‘I thought I would explode.’She was looking directly into Rachel’s eyes, beseeching. ‘It was so hard for me to laugh it away. It was hard. Because I was scared.’Rachel mouthed the word, ‘scared,’ in total confusion. Susan? So strong, so sure of herself. Scared?‘And I was scared because…’ Now Susan stared into space, seeming to rally; then sighed and locked her gaze back onto Rachel. ‘I was scared because I love you too.’ While Rachel took a physical step backward, she went on rapidly, ‘I love you. I fell in love with you, on the plane. I’ve never felt like this before, with any woman.’Rachel’s tears were suddenly unquenchable, but Susan did not move from her position on the bath. ‘I know,’ she said, in response to some unaired protest. ‘I have sex. I have so much sex in my life. It’s a game, a game I play, with Syn, and Kim, and a hundred others. Just a game.‘On the plane, I told myself that if you liked me, I would do everything to make sure you knew me. To make sure you were comfortable with my games. To be able to play them, with me. And to do that, I had to set you free. To find yourself.‘I think I was too…’ She looked away into space again, corrected herself. ‘I think I fucked it up.’Then she smiled a little, dropped her head, and seemed to wait. But after a moment her voice went on: ‘So just now, I wanted to show you that I love you. I’m not even sure how; because it’s never happened to me before. I thought maybe some candles.’It took a moment for the words to register, but then Rachel snorted with sudden laughter. Everything seemed to fall away: her doubts, her anger, her jealousy. She felt newly naked: pure in the face of the woman she had loved for a glorious day, and might yet love again.She sniffed, wiped her eyes. ‘Fuck the candles,’ she said, and they both laughed. She held up one finger. ‘First, you’re going to hold me. Hold me like you did yesterday. Maybe kiss me.’ Susan smiled, broadly.Rachel cocked a hip, placed her hand on it, and added another finger. ‘Then, maybe, I might want to know more about these games.’

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