Taylor was busying herself about the cabin while she waited for Camarin. When she finally returned, Taylor was in the kitchen, pulling a tray of cookies from the oven.
"Um, something smells good," Camarin said. She removed her boots and jacket and sat down at the kitchen counter. "Chocolate chip?" she asked.
"Sort of," Taylor replied. "Here, try one." She placed a cookie on a napkin and gave it to Camarin.
"Um," Camarin exclaimed between mouthfuls. "This tastes wonderful. I didn't know you had such hidden talents."
Taylor blushed. "Baking is one of my favorite pastimes. It reminds me of when I was growing up. Even though she worked full-time, Mama always found time to put something in the oven. No pun intended," she added when Camarin gave her a wicked grin.
"Did you grow up somewhere in the south?" Camarin asked. She reached for another cookie, only to have Taylor slap her hand away.
"The cookie sheet is still hot," Taylor scolded her. She slid the spatula under another cookie and placed it on Camarin's napkin.
"Yes, I grew up in the south. Alabama to be exact."
Camarin smiled knowingly. "Did you know Taryn is from South Carolina?" she asked.
"No way!" Taylor exclaimed. "She has no accent whatsoever.
Wow, I never would have guessed."
Camarin peered thoughtfully out the window as she munched on another bite of cookie. "I wouldn't bring it up if I were you," Camarin told her. "She's awfully touchy about it. I told her that southern women make better lovers, but she doesn't believe me."
For all intents and purposes, Taylor knew Camarin was baiting her.
"And how might you know that?" Although she'd been warned not to, Taylor couldn't resist baiting Camarin right back.
Camarin thought it over for a moment, then rose from her chair.
She sauntered over and stood behind Taylor, who was leaning over the counter. She placed her hands around Taylor's waist and moved closer to her. "Does it matter how I know?" she whispered in Taylor's ear. "Wouldn't you rather I show you?" She slid her tongue inside the other woman's ear, her breathing growing more labored as she pressed her cunt against Taylor's ass.
Startled by Camarin's sudden aggressiveness, Taylor curled her hands around the spatula. She moved her hips back and forth across Camarin's groin. "I don't know that there's anything you can show me I don't already know," she challenged.
Camarin pressed her hands tightly around Taylor's waist and pulled her tightly against her. She pressed her mound against Taylor's ass, her hands guiding Taylor's hips back and forth over her clit. She was touching all the right places and applying just the right amount of pressure. Deciding the moment had distinct possibilities, Camarin stopped her movement and jerked Taylor into an upright position.
She drew her hair away from her neck. Her mouth found the soft spot, the flesh she knew would bruise most easily. Eagerly, she sucked the tender area.
Taylor groaned and pulled Camarin's hands up around her breasts.
Rubbing her head against Camarin's, she longed for this wonderful sensation to never end. She opened her mouth and moaned softly against Camarin's hair. Alternately squeezing and releasing Camarin's hands on her breasts, she felt the fire flaming in her groin. An internal voice warned her to stop, but she did not heed the warning. "I'm waiting," she groaned, taunting Camarin with her haughty behavior.
Camarin wrenched her hands free of Taylor's grasp. "She who plays with fire is bound to get burned," she growled. In one swift movement, she hooked a hand on either side of Taylor's collar and ripped her shirt open down the front. She spun Taylor around to face her. Smiling all the while, she pulled a knife from a set resting atop the counter.
Taylor gasped at the sight, wondering if she'd gone too far with her teasing. "Oh," she gasped when she felt the cold metal pressing inside her cleavage. This was going just a little too far. "Okay, enough," she said, trying to push the knife away from her skin.
Camarin seized her hand and twisted the arm behind her back. She slid the back of the knife's blade between Taylor's breasts, watching, as her nipples grew hard and pointed. "Can't stop now," she said, shaking her head back and forth. She drew the blade through the thin fabric of Taylor's bra. Cut in half, the confining garment fell open and released Taylor's breasts.
Taylor drew a sharp breath and stared down at her bare front.
Camarin released her arm. Standing very still with both arms dangling at her sides, Taylor felt frightened. Yet, she also felt excited, as evident by the damp spot on her panties. She looked up at Camarin, wide-eyed with wonder. This was something she'd only dreamed about, hoping that some day when the time was right, Taryn would deflower her. That prospect seemed to be disappearing fast as Camarin bore down upon her.
Deciding to play with her for a while, Camarin removed a lighter from her pocket. She flicked it on, then ran the flame over the knife blade. When it seemed sufficiently hot, she closed the lighter.
Brandishing the knife in front of Taylor's firm upright breasts, she touched the tip of her nipple ever so lightly with the hot blade.
Taylor silenced a scream building up inside her, her eyes pleading with Camarin to put the knife away. When Camarin flicked the hot metal once more against her nipple, Taylor's eyes suddenly begged her to continue. Filled with wonder and an equal amount of fear, she drew her chest up and offered her bare breasts to Camarin. She watched the flames from the lighter lick over the metal blade once more. Fear battling with excitement, she started to pull away, but she knew it was too late. Even if she tried to stop her, Camarin was far stronger and more forceful than Taylor could ever be.
Camarin thrilled at the sight of a woman overcome by her power.
Once more, she pressed the hot metal against Taylor's nipple. This time she held it for about two seconds – long enough to make her cry out and cover her stinging flesh. Not to be daunted, Camarin turned her attention to the other breast. Only this time, she seized it with her mouth, just enough to tease her and moisten the flesh. Then she drew back and ran the lighter over the knife again.
"Ouch," Taylor cried out as Camarin pressed the hot metal against her bare wet nipple. Despite her fear or perhaps because of it, Taylor was so aroused her panties were soaked. She held her breath as Camarin pulled back and stared into her eyes – eyes that held fear.
When she tried to look away, Camarin forced her chin up and her eyes straightforward.
Camarin was certain now that Taylor was still a lesbian virgin. She decided to have some fun with her. She pushed Taylor to her knees, her head only inches from Camarin's cunt. Camarin unzipped her jeans and pushed them down about her ankles. Her bush moistened with her own cum, she knew Taylor could smell her. "Doesn't it smell wonderful," she said, pressing Taylor's face against her.
Taylor moaned as Camarin's soft pubic hair brushed against her cheek. She pressed closer and felt the wetness on her mouth and cheeks. She breathed deeply, wanting to absorb that wonderful smell and commit it to her memory. It was pure unadulterated arousal, nothing more and nothing less.
"You like that, Taylor?" Camarin asked. She pulled her lips apart slightly and pressed forward with her hips. When Taylor hesitated, she smiled encouragingly. "Go on," she whispered to Taylor. "Touch me. I know you want to."
Feeling shy and uncertain, Taylor hesitated and looked up at Camarin. When she saw the naked arousal in Camarin's gaze, all hesitancy disappeared. Taylor slid her face up so her mouth was over Camarin's clit. Her tongue reached out and she tasted the sweet nectar that only a moment before had bathed her face. She took her time, wanting to savor every moment.
Camarin's body still aroused from her encounter with Kimberly, she pressed her fingers eagerly against Taylor's neck, urging her to touch her, to use her mouth and tongue on her painfully swollen clitoris.
"Now," she whispered. Her voice was low and sultry, each word a practiced seduction as she led another woman down the path of no return. Camarin Knight could never imagine a woman giving up the forbidden fruit once she'd partaken of it. She ran her fingers through Taylor's hair, caressing her face as she urged her to come closer.
Each move very slow and calculated, Taylor nudged Camarin's erection with her tongue. "Umm," she murmured, as she tasted the silky liquid that bathed Camarin's genitals. Her body was preparing her for intercourse and Taylor wondered about her preferences. There was so much she didn't know. How could she possibly do justice for someone as worldly and experienced as Camarin?
Tempered with the patience that comes from experience, Camarin offered Taylor sighs and gestures of encouragement. She traced her finger over her wet clit, coating it with her juices and pressing it against Taylor's lips. When her mouth opened and she sucked Camarin's finger deeply inside of her, then licked it with her tongue, Camarin knew it wouldn't be much longer now. When Taylor had sucked her finger dry, she withdrew it from her mouth. It was time for another demonstration. Camarin slid her hand down to her opening, drawing back her lips so Taylor could see her pussy. She pressed the tip of her finger in and out of her opening, moaning softly with each thrust. She heard Taylor gasp and she offered her another taste of the honey.
Taylor could feel the excitement coursing through Camarin's body.
Her hands trembled as Camarin guided her, pressing her finger deeply inside her hot cunt. Taylor had felt only herself – never another woman. She marveled at this new experience, the walls of Camarin's vagina closing around her finger, letting her know she was ready. At this point, her instincts took over and Taylor drew three fingers closely together. She took aim, plunged, and then ardently fucked Camarin Knight's pussy.
Camarin sighed and purred, each thrust vibrating her walls and teasing that sacred spot tucked safely in the back. "Not bad for a virgin," she gasped, running her hands through Taylor's hair. "How about some tongue now?" she whispered.
Taylor complied, her tongue flicking Camarin's clit while she continued to fuck her. The tip was so hard and so erect Taylor would not have been surprised if she'd come right then and there. When she finally realized that such was not the case, Taylor placed her mouth over Camarin's erection and diligently sucked and caressed it.
"Umm," she uttered. Camarin's sighs of pleasure gave her the courage to unleash her raging libido. Driven by a hunger long denied, she seized Camarin's clit in her mouth and shook her head vigorously from side to side. The process was repeated several times as she lost herself in that wonderful paradise between Camarin Knight's legs.
Camarin shook and trembled as Taylor brought her to orgasm. The heat was unbearably hot and explosive. She gritted her teeth and held fast to Taylor's shoulders as she neared orgasm. When it began, she screamed and raged, twisting in the throes of her wild savage-like passion. Taylor would not stop, but continued until she had sucked her dry and taken her to heights she'd known with only a select few women. She wondered how much of it was Taylor and how much of it was a leftover of her encounter with Kimberly. Nonetheless, her legs and arms felt weak and she thought certain she'd collapse if Taylor did not stop. Gently, she pushed her head away from her cunt.
"Please," she gasped, smiling down at Taylor's upturned face. "I need to rest for a minute."
Taylor felt her cheeks. They were hot, flushed, and wet with Camarin's cum. She wondered what would happen next, how Camarin would take her. Her eyes gazing expectantly at Camarin, she waited for her to do something.
When Camarin opened her eyes and found Taylor staring up at her, she felt a sudden anger boiling to the surface. The source of her anger belonged to Kimberly Justin, not the woman who looked so innocently and longingly up at her. Camarin hurriedly zipped her pants, touched Taylor affectionately on the cheek, then turned and left the cabin. She didn't bother with a jacket or boots, wanting to place as much time and distance between herself and Taylor as possible.
Otherwise, she was afraid of what her anger might bring her to do to Taylor Blythe.
Taylor frowned and watched as Camarin stopped beside the woodpile and rolled her sleeves back. She lifted the axe and started swinging. The wood supply was already abundant inside the little shed behind the cabin. For a moment, Taylor worried that Camarin was not pleased with her performance, but deep down she knew it was something else. She sensed that Camarin had an agenda all her own and right now she was not a part of it. She sighed and rested her head against the kitchen window, thinking about Kimberly Justin and wondering if things would be different if she was not in the picture.
Outside the air was brisk and cold, the fragrance offering a purity to replace the wanton desires raging within Camarin's body. She lifted the axe and cut through the wood. The cuts were so perfect that the wood did not splinter. Over and over, the axe rose and fell as Camarin replenished the woodpile that she, too, knew was already more than adequate.
Taylor watched for a few moments longer, then stood. She was still troubled by Camarin's sudden unrest, but she knew it was not her place to know what troubled her. She emptied the tray of cookies onto the cooling rack and busied herself in the kitchen, washing dishes and putting away the baking supplies. When she picked up the knife Camarin had used to burn her nipples, she trembled. The nipples were red, swollen and somewhat painful. But beyond the pain was a need to be caressed and sucked. Tentatively, she placed her hands on her breasts. Her eyes riveted once more to Camarin who was still chopping wood outside the window. She teased her nipples.
Sensing that she was being watched, Camarin surreptitiously glanced inside the cabin. She saw Taylor standing at the kitchen window, her breasts still bare and her fingers playing with her nipples.
Camarin found it amusing to watch Taylor standing there, playing with herself and probably wondering why Camarin had not returned the favor. She did feel a little guilty about leaving her like that, but she had no choice.
"Hmm," she said, puzzling over what to do. Then it occurred to her that voyeurism was one of life's greatest stimulants. It would also keep her a safe distance away from Taylor. She unfastened one button on her shirt. Very slowly and seductively, she slid her hand inside the opening and pulled her breast free. The nipple barely visible, she played with it. Although she never considered herself an exhibitionist, Camarin found it to be very arousing. She felt her panties dampen once more.
Taylor watched Camarin's open display, wondering who else might be watching her. The cabins offered some measure of privacy but not enough to obscure Camarin standing by the woodpile, fondling herself. She gasped when she saw Camarin's other hand slide down the front of her shirt, then pause at the button on her jeans. "Oh!" she gasped as she stared at Camarin's blatant act of public masturbation.
What she did not know was that Camarin was watching her from the corner of her eye. Every move calculated to arouse Taylor, Camarin slowly unzipped her jeans. Her bright magenta panties were a sharp contrast to her pale skin. Camarin openly admired herself, sighing as she slid her hands down the side of her panties. Her fingers met in the center where her clitoris was pressing against the damp lace. She placed two fingers over her clit and began a slow rhythmic movement, parting her legs so she'd have better access. She placed one foot on the wood block, turning so her crotch was pointed directly at Taylor. Her tongue caressing her lips, she moved one hand to her breast. She teased the nipple so it was erect and hard, pushing against her shirt. Knowing exactly where to touch and when, Camarin felt an orgasm approaching within seconds. She looked at Taylor to see if she was watching.
Although her hands were busy, Taylor was nowhere near as close to an orgasm as Camarin. She played with her nipples, squeezing the tips and rolling them back and forth with her fingers. Her mouth hung open as she gazed down at her swollen breasts. Oh, she was aching so badly! What she wouldn't give to have Camarin's mouth at her breasts. "Umm," she murmured, her fingers stretching the nipples as far as she could. Every move she made, every nerve she stretched sent jolts of excitement through her.
There was a barstool beneath the counter, the seat a perfect square.
Taylor positioned herself on it so her clit was pressing against one of the hard corners. Slowly, rhythmically, she rubbed her clit against the barstool. She tried to pace herself with Camarin, watching her every move as she masturbated in the back yard. Sliding backward, then forward, she panted as her pussy rode the hard surface. Her fingers teased and stretched her nipples. All the while, she wished it were Camarin's hands punishing her wanton flesh.
Camarin was having fantasies of her own, fucking Taylor's sweet little pussy. She envisioned herself poised behind Taylor, a dildo strapped around her hips. Down on all fours, Taylor would be wiggling her ass, begging Camarin to fuck her. She could hear her voice all raspy with excitement, "Fuck me, Camarin. Give it to me.
Please." Beside herself with arousal, Camarin hurriedly pushed her pants down enough so she could fuck her own pussy. She felt in her pocket for the vibrator she kept with her at all times. It hummed to life when she flicked the button. The sleeve was ribbed with evenly spaced bumps designed to caress a woman's vagina in a slightly different way. Using one hand to part her lips, Camarin slowly edged the vibrator inside of her. Her mouth was open and she could hear herself panting, her breath sending a stream of white puffs into the cold winter air.
Just as expected, Taylor watched Camarin masturbating beside the woodpile. She fondled and squeezed her nipples while she rode the barstool. When Camarin started using the vibrator, Taylor used a thick candlestick she found lying on top of the counter. All within easy reach, she couldn't help but wonder if Camarin had planned it this way. She placed the candle upright on top of the stool, then rode it like a stallion. Bucking and rocking, she gasped for air as she spun a million different fantasies around the beautiful woman outside her window.
Unknown to Taylor and Camarin, someone else was listening to their every sound and watching their every move as their bodies spoke to one another through the distance that separated them. Taryn was perched on the limb of a pine tree a few yards away from the cabin.
She was seething with anger, thinking how foolish she was to trust Camarin with her young protege. Yet, deep within her own sub-conscience, she knew things were going just as she'd planned. She could hear Camarin panting and moaning as she fucked herself. She glanced through the kitchen window, watching as Taylor mimicked Camarin's every move. "Horny little bitch, aren't you Taylor," she whispered.
Perhaps it was the sudden realization that they were clearly visible to anyone who happened by, or maybe it was that sense of being watched, either way, Taylor and Camarin were becoming more and more excited. Their bodies fought to prolong the time it took them to orgasm. Despite the cold mountain air, they were becoming unbearably hot. Taylor had fucked her pussy raw with the thick candlestick. Now she was banging her clit against the edge of the barstool, hard bruising thrusts. Then she slowed down, circling the swollen nub gently over the hard surface, cooing and purring with pleasure as her toes curled and oxygen flooded her brain at a pace so rapid she became dizzy. Swaying on the barstool, she clutched the counter for support.
Taryn watched the scene from afar. She was uncertain what had prompted her to check on them, but she was glad she did. She was going to teach them a lesson they'd never forget, at least for a while.
She edged very quietly down the tree trunk, careful to not alert them to her presence. Once on solid ground, she glanced at them again through binoculars. It wouldn't be too much longer now. She hurried through the wooded area, circling to the front of the cabin.
Stalking like a cat, Taryn crept across the yard to the front door.
She held her breath for fear that Taylor might hear her. Very cautiously, she turned the doorknob and slipped inside the warm cabin. She could hear Taylor in the kitchen. Her breathing was so jagged that Taryn didn't know if she'd have time to accomplish her deed. She looked down the hallway to her right. Having stayed in one of the cabins before, it was just as she'd expected. She tiptoed down the hallway to the bedroom.
Moving quickly, Taryn completed her task and hurried out as quietly as she'd entered. She circled through the woods and back to her hideout. The wooden box was just as she'd left it. Taryn stepped on it then hoisted herself up. With only seconds to spare, she perched on the tree branch and focused the binoculars on Camarin and Taylor.
Both women appeared ready to explode at any moment.
Unfortunately for Taylor and Camarin, another explosion occurred just before that exquisite moment arrived. The explosion they heard rocked the air like a sonic boom. Both women stopped in mid-grope, startled and frightened by the sound. At first, it was hard to tell where the bomb had exploded. Taylor was the first to realize it was from somewhere in the cabin. Coughing and sputtering, she hurried out the back door.
Camarin smelled the smoke, too. She saw Taylor running toward her, screaming her name. "Camarin!" she yelled as she raced out the back door. In another time and place, she would have appeared very comical. She was bare from the waist up and her pants were tangled around her knees. Her chest flushed with pre-orgasmic arousal, it was more than obvious what Taylor had been doing when the bomb exploded.
Tears stinging their eyes, Taylor and Camarin had difficulty seeing as they groped their way through the smoke. Each one wanting to check on the other, they collided in the middle of the yard. Camarin's fly was hanging open and her shirt was unbuttoned. She sat up and offered Taylor her hand. "Are you okay?" she asked.
Still gasping for air, Taylor nodded her head. She was coughing so hard she could barely catch her breath.
Thinking Taylor had done something stupid, such as leaving the stove on and the oven door open, Camarin scowled at her. "You and your cookie baking could have gotten us killed!" she yelled. Before Taylor had a chance to defend herself, Camarin covered her mouth and nose with the tail of her shirt and rushed back inside the cabin.
The smoke was so thick she could barely make out the cabinet where the fire extinguisher was kept. Although she managed to find it, she could not find the fire. "Oh, great," she muttered. This was going to be a little more complicated than she'd thought.
Taylor burst through the back door just as Camarin was starting down the hall. "Camarin!" she yelled. Her throat still choked from the smoke, Taylor's voice was barely audible. She started after Camarin, following her into the master bedroom. They spotted the remains of the smoke bomb at the same time.
"Damn it!" Camarin exclaimed, coughing from the sudden inhalation of the smoke-filled air. "Why would someone do something like this?" she asked, looking about the room as though expecting to find someone sitting there, watching them.
"Who knows we're here?" Taylor asked, a puzzled expression on her face as she, too, tried to figure out who might have done this.
"I don't know," Camarin muttered. "Maybe someone followed us up here. Most people who know me know my car, so it wouldn't be hard to find us. I just can't understand why." She had a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach. "I suppose it could always be a client, someone who got pissed at one of us but didn't have the nerve to confront us directly.
"Wow," Taylor said. "They'd have to be awfully mad to go to all this trouble." She looked around the room, frowning when she saw the closet door standing open. "Oh, great!" she growled. "Now we're going to smell like a smoke factory."
Camarin started opening the windows, trying clear the smoke. "We better get this mess cleaned up before the smoke settles in too much.
If Taryn gets billed for damages, she'll have a fit."
"Okay," Taylor said. She started sweeping pieces of broken glass from objects that had been jarred to the floor. The glass swept into a tidy heap in the center of the room, she followed Camarin down the hallway. She watched as Camarin scurried about the cabin, opening doors and windows to air out the cabin. It seemed an awful lot of smoke for such a tiny mechanism. Taylor started to pick up pieces of metal scattered in the hallway.
"No!" Camarin screamed. She dived for Taylor's hand just as she started to grasp a piece of the metal. "It may be hot," she explained.
"Oh," Taylor replied, too embarrassed to think of anything else to say. She watched as Camarin used a pen to roll the metal onto her shirttail. She gathered it up and carried it very gingerly to the kitchen sink. She dropped it into the sink and turned on the cold-water tap.
Steam started rising.
"Yes, I'd say that's hot," Camarin said. She turned the faucet off and looked around the room for a container to gather the pieces from the hallway and the bedroom. An empty cereal box was sitting by the refrigerator. She grabbed it and instructed Taylor, "Bring a hot pad to pick up the pieces."
Obediently, Taylor took a hot pad from over the stove and followed Camarin down the hallway. The two women spent the next twenty minutes coughing and wheezing while they searched the cabin for glass and metal. If they'd been in the living room, they might have recognized Taryn's car driving past. As it was, they got into an argument about whether to call the local law enforcement. Camarin was trying to pry the cordless phone from Taylor's hand.
"Stop it!" Taylor shouted. Frightened by the incident, it made perfect sense to her that they notify the local law enforcement of what happened. "We are not the ones committing the crime here," she exclaimed. "Now either you give me the phone or I'm going to drive to the service station and use the pay phone."
Camarin was not in the mood to argue. "Do whatever you want,"
she told Taylor. "But remember one thing. Lavender Excursions prides itself as a place where women can expect complete confidentiality. If you bring law enforcement into this, they're going to start asking a lot of questions and snooping into our business.
That's the surest way I know of scaring off clients, especially if it gets written up in the paper."
Taylor sighed, a hangdog expression on her face. Suddenly her work at Lavender Excursions didn't seem very much fun. "Okay," she muttered. "You go ahead with whatever you're doing and I'll finish cleaning up."
Camarin watched for a moment, wanting to make certain Taylor wasn't going to do something stupid when she left. But Taylor seemed resigned to the situation and was dragging cleaning supplies out from underneath the kitchen sink. "I need to run an errand,"
Camarin said. "But first I'm going to get a change of clothes from my car and take a shower at the recreation center. If you promise to behave, I'll find something for you to wear until we have a chance to wash our clothes."
Taylor scowled but nodded agreeably as Camarin started out the door. This was one of those times when she was acutely conscious of her immaturity and lack of experience. She sighed and finished gathering the cleaning supplies. Deciding to start with the kitchen, she gave vent to her childish anger and emptied the cookies into the trashcan. "So much for domesticity," she muttered.