By the time Camarin showered and changed, she'd calmed down a little, but she still didn't feel like going back to the cabin. It was too depressing. On a whim, she decided to walk to Kimberly's cabin and return her gloves. She went to the guest register and asked for her cabin number. "Thanks," she told the clerk as she pressed a ten-dollar bill into his hand.
As she left, Camarin realized how easily someone could have gotten the cabin number for where she and Taylor were staying. If someone had a grudge, what better place to take it out than this remote section of backwoods? She made a mental note to mention it to Taryn. It might be time to have the company's private investigator do a little research on their customer database. There might be some clients worth investigating, although she couldn't imagine who it could possibly be.
She strolled very leisurely across the lobby, her eyes darting back and forth, searching for signs of a suspicious character. By the time she arrived at Mark and Kimberly's cabin, she was amused by her antics. Laughing at herself, she removed her glove and knocked on the door of their cabin.
Mark was poised over Kimberly's nude body, his penis glistening with her wetness. He growled when he heard the knocking at the front door. "Fuck!" he muttered. He thrust his penis deeply inside Kimberly one last time. "It might be Uncle Bob," he grumbled. "I better go see." He withdrew himself from Kimberly and reached for a tissue on the bedside table. After wiping Kimberly's cum from his penis, he pulled on his jeans and a T-shirt. "This better be good, Uncle Bob."
After Mark left the room, Kimberly curled herself into a tight ball on the bed. She felt so miserable and confused. She wanted to go home and curl up in her own bed with her three cats and a good book.
However, she was here and she couldn't think of a way to get out of it.
The first tear was threatening to fall when she heard Camarin's voice at the front door.
"I thought she might be needing these," Camarin explained. She dangled Kimberly's gloves in front of Mark's face. From the looks of his clothes, Camarin suspected she'd picked an opportune time to call.
When Mark reached for the gloves, she snatched them away and started into the cabin.
Stepping over so he blocked her path, Mark frowned and asked,
"What? You think I won't give them to her?"
Camarin frowned and wagged her finger back and forth in Mark's face. "Are you always so suspicious?" she asked. "I just thought we'd better make certain the gloves are hers. They look rather expensive, so if they're not hers, I'll drop them off at the lodge and hope that whoever lost them thinks to check there."
A sheepish look on his face, Mark stepped aside and motioned Camarin inside.
Acting very causal and nonplussed, Camarin strode past Mark and smiled when she saw Kimberly coming down the hallway.
"Kimberly! We were just talking about you," she said.
Kimberly smiled and walked over to Camarin. "What brings you here?" she asked, suddenly conscious of how disheveled she and Mark must look. She pressed her hands down her shirt, trying to smooth out the wrinkles.
Camarin found it very amusing. She held Kimberly's gloves out to her. "These yours?" she asked.
"Why, yes," Kimberly replied. "I take it I must have forgotten them." She reached for the gloves, acutely aware of Camarin's hand brushing against hers.
"Maybe," Camarin teased, pausing for a moment, "you didn't forget them at all." She winked at Kimberly as though at some private joke.
Kimberly felt her cheeks blushing with embarrassment. Afraid that Mark would pick up on the sexual innuendo, she laughingly replied,
"It wouldn't work. Mark would just buy me a new pair," she said, reaching for Mark's hand. She hooked her arm through his and pulled him to her side.
Mark grinned and squeezed Kimberly's arm affectionately. "Nah, I'd just make you use my pockets to keep your hands warm," he replied, a huge smile on his face. To emphasize his point and perhaps to show Camarin that Kimberly was taken, Mark took Kimberly's hand and pressed it inside the pocket of his jeans. "There," he said, wiggling her hand deep inside the pocket. "Now we'll both stay warm."
Camarin watched the display with an air of indifference, thinking how cocky and over-impressed Mark was of himself. She had an urge to kick him in the balls and watch his damn penis go limp. As it was, he had Kimberly's hand pressed against it, making it appear that he was trying to get her to stroke it for him, right then and there. "Am I interrupting something?" she asked, fixing her gaze very pointedly at Mark's groin.
"Uh, no. Of course not," Kimberly replied. She hastily removed her hand from Mark's pocket and placed it inside her own. Why was she embarrassed about another woman seeing Mark tease her this way? "You're fooling only yourself," the little voice whispered inside her head. The steady aching throb between her legs had started the minute she heard Camarin's voice at the front door. There was no denying it. For some reason, she was longing to feel this woman inside of her, making love to her, lying beside her in the bed she now shared with Mark, and whispering sweet nothings in her ear. She shivered just thinking about it.
"Well, I should be going anyway," Camarin said. She made a gesture of dismissal, a polite smile on her face, as if telling Kimberly she knew her little secret and it was okay.
Kimberly did not miss the implication nor had she missed the flicker in Camarin's eyes when she saw Kimberly's hand on Mark's penis. She felt certain now that the attraction was mutual and she wanted desperately to talk to her about it. As she was turning to leave, Kimberly caught Camarin's hand. "Wait," she said. "Mark was just getting ready to go visit his uncle. Weren't you, Mark?" She rushed on, not giving Mark a chance to reply. "I planned to fix myself a cup of hot cocoa and curl up in front of the fireplace. Why don't you join me? It's the least I can do to thank you for all your trouble."
Kimberly's unexpected behavior took Mark by surprise. He was at a loss as to what he should do, but his public persona dictated. His tone very polite, he looked at Camarin and smiled. "Why, yes," he replied. "Why don't you stay for a bit and keep my girl out of trouble while I'm away. I'll drive you back to your cabin when I return. I shouldn't be gone long," he added. Mark smiled and winked at Kimberly, not noticing her wince when he referred to her as his girl.
However, Camarin did notice. "Well, thank you," she replied, her voice very cool and distant. "I must admit, it's a bit colder out than I realized. Don't know what possessed me to walk all this way in the cold. And with my hair still damp, too," she added, running her fingers over her hair.
"Then it's settled," Kimberly said. She slid Camarin's jacket from her shoulders and gave her a gentle push toward the fireplace. "Go make yourself comfortable while I hang your coat up to dry and put the cocoa on. See you later, Hon," she called out to Mark.
He was standing at the kitchen door. "Yeah, I'll be back in a bit,"
he said. Looking at Camarin once more, he nodded very politely, then turned and left.
Both women listened as Mark started his four-wheel drive and sped out of the driveway. It was an awkward moment, Camarin thinking she'd stepped too far over the line and Kimberly wishing she'd step a little further. Trying to deflect an embarrassing moment, both women looked away. Camarin warmed her hands over the fire while Kimberly busied herself in the kitchen making the hot cocoa.
Mark pulled over once he was out of sight of the cabin. He knew something was going on between the two women. He wasn't sure what it was, but he knew it was something. When he thought about it though, he realized Kimberly might be experiencing the same premarital trepidation he'd experienced after he decided to propose to her. Time to talk to Uncle Bob, he told himself, patting the ring inside his jacket pocket. He'd planned to officially spring the question this weekend.
While Mark could work up a good argument to quiet his fears, Kimberly could not think of a way to dissuade her feelings toward the woman in her living room. She stirred the hot cocoa, postponing her return to the living room for as long as possible while she tried to figure something out. "Oh, hell," she muttered to herself. "What's the worst thing that could happen?" She poured the cocoa and carried the steaming cups on a tray into the living room.
Camarin smiled broadly at Kimberly as she crossed the room. She held the tray and two napkins that she'd grabbed on her way past the dining room table. Afraid she would drop something, Camarin hurried over and offered to take the tray. "Well, at least let me take the napkins," she said when Kimberly shooed her away, insisting she was okay.
As Camarin took the napkins, theirs hands brushed together once again. They paused, searching one another's eyes, looking for some sign, some hint of the other's attraction. Kimberly knew it was now or never. She set the tray on the nearest table and took the napkins from Camarin's hand. She tossed them aside, leaned forward and offered Camarin her mouth.
Acting as if the incident earlier in the day had never happened, Camarin pressed her lips against Kimberly's. It was a gentle kiss, filled with all the hesitancy and uncertainty of first time lovers.
Camarin's heart was racing, but she forced herself to keep her hands at her sides, her lips the only part of her body touching Kimberly. Her hesitancy was in part because of Taryn and her expressed interest in being the first woman to take Kimberly. Yet, at a deeper level, she knew it was something more. Kimberly Justin threatened to unnerve her and she found the prospect both exciting and threatening.
Kimberly waited anxiously, eager for Camarin to embrace her.
When she continued to hesitate, Kimberly moved forward and stepped into her arms as though she'd been there many times before. She felt Camarin's mouth press against her neck as they held each other close.
Feeling one another's heartbeats, their breathing shifted so their breasts rose together and their nipples anxiously sought contact.
"Ah," Kimberly gasped, her hands tightening around Camarin's arms as their nipples touched.
They moved together, teasing one another in a maddening sort of way, neither one of them ready to commit to crossing that final boundary. Their mouths fell open and they could hear one another panting with excitement. They stepped back and gazed into each other's eyes, questioning, always questioning. Seconds that seemed like hours passed, their tongues waiting anxiously for the other's touch. And then, finally, they kissed. There was neither gentleness nor hesitancy this time. Their lips were devouring one another, their tongues anxious to taste and explore, hands twisting through hair as their faces drew closer. Their lips crushed together, their teeth pressing hard against one another's mouth.
Kimberly groaned with desire, her cunt throbbing, begging to be taken. Eagerly she kissed Camarin's mouth, bruising her tender lips, sucking them so hard she felt them swelling. Yet, she could not stop.
She heard Camarin gasp and paused to listen for her protest. Hearing only silence, she resumed her hungry quest. "Oh," she moaned. "I want you. I want you so badly, I feel like I'm going to come just kissing you."
Camarin smiled inwardly, her heart soaring to new heights. Their mouths fit together so perfectly, working frantically to close the gap and fulfill their mutual longing. "Are … are you sure you want to do this?" Camarin gasped between kisses.
Kimberly placed her hands on Camarin's ass, her fingers exploring the firm cheeks, wondering at the strength of the muscles underneath.
She opened her mouth, searching for Camarin's lower lip, alternately biting and sucking it, spanking it into submission. She squeezed Camarin's ass and pulled her hard against her. Camarin's mound was pressing against her stomach and Kimberly reached underneath her, searching for the magic button, the spot that would make Camarin moan and tremble in her arms.
Camarin growled, angry with herself for feeling this way, for wanting to be taken, rather than taking. She gripped Kimberly's ass cheeks in her hands, squeezing her so hard she screamed. The passion that had transported both women to another world was now fueling Camarin's age-old need for control. She gripped Kimberly's face, her mouth claiming her lips, her tongue, the very air she breathed. When Kimberly responded in kind, Camarin's anger was stilled. It lay dormant beneath the surface of her need, the overwhelming need for Kimberly Justin to take her and make her submit to the burning desire between her legs. Camarin Knight was fast losing control.
Together they entered this space. It was a world where passion ignited and flames sparked between them, a place where lust overrode the restraints of right and wrong. Mouths hot and wet, they plundered. Taking what they wanted as their lips met, closing the distance that had filled both with a longing that ached inside their chests. Mouths working together, they opened and closed, locked and captured. So hungry, oh so hungry!
Kimberly caressed Camarin's back as her hand moved down to her ass, fingers closing around the tightened muscles, squeezing the burning flesh. She pressed Camarin's hips forward once again. This time she resisted, keeping their groins only centimeters apart. The flames licked and burned, crossing the distance, the heat so hot and explosive it seared their clothing and bathed their clits in the silky hot juices of arousal. Kimberly wanted so desperately to cross that final distance. Oh, how she longed to feel Camarin's clit pressed between her fingers! Slick and slippery, challenging her to keep pace, to take her into her mouth and suck her sweet juices. "Oh," she groaned, her nails digging into Camarin's back, scratching her through her clothing.
Camarin growled and gripped Kimberly's ass firmly in her hands.
She thrust her cunt back and forth, harder and harder against her own.
Her jacket hung open and she used one hand to undo the buttons on her shirt, the other keeping Kimberly's ass moving in rhythm with her own. Her nipples were so hot and tender, they screamed and begged to be touched. Quickly Camarin unbuttoned Kimberly's blouse, smiling when she felt bare skin underneath. Pushing the sides apart, she rushed forward, rubbing her bare nipples back and forth over Kimberly's. The points were hard and erect, wanting more, aching to be taken into the other's hot, wet mouth. Camarin groaned and dropped to her knees.
Kimberly gasped, her hands hanging in midair as Camarin knelt in front of her. "Oh," she moaned as Camarin closed her hands over her breasts. Eager, so eager, she thrust her chest out and threw her head back, staring at the ceiling as her skin burned and every nerve in her breasts tingled at Camarin's touch. "More," she moaned when she felt Camarin's hands move away. She looked down at her breasts, hanging full and bare, waiting for Camarin's mouth. She was so close that Kimberly felt her breath against her nipples.
"Grr," Camarin growled. She seized the nipple of one breast, sucking it passionately. She wanted this woman so badly that nothing could stop her. She clasped her hands behind Kimberly's back and roughly pulled her forward. She lifted her face, her mouth open, waiting for Kimberly's breasts as she thrust her back and forth. "Um,"
she murmured as she closed her mouth around each one. Sucking the swollen flesh in and out, in and out of her burning mouth. She felt faint. Her body was so hot it was feverish.
Kimberly moaned and cried, then moaned some more. She arched her chest, poised and waiting for Camarin's mouth as she worked it steadily over her aching nipples. She winced as Camarin's teeth bit the firm points of each nipple, then sighed and purred, as her arousal grew stronger. "Stop, don't stop," she begged. Her body was soaring, then dipping, not knowing what to expect but confidant that it would be pleasurable. With Mark as her barometer, she'd never thought sex could be so pleasurable, so exquisitely painful and so hot! "Please, God, don't let this ever end," she begged. Her hand pressed Camarin's head closer to her hot bosom and she trembled beneath her touch.
Her mouth never leaving Kimberly's breasts, Camarin removed her jacket and shirt. She dropped to the floor, not caring that her jacket had dripped a tiny pool of water around her. It didn't matter. Nothing mattered right now. Camarin's fingers were trembling as she touched her bare breasts. She cupped them in her hands and offered them to Kimberly's waiting fingers. "Ah," she moaned as Kimberly's hands danced over her swollen flesh. Her own need became stronger.
Likewise, her desire for Kimberly became stronger. She basked in the excitement of Kimberly's fingers teasing her nipples, all the while working her mouth over Kimberly's heaving bosom. Pulling the nipples out with her teeth, daring each time to pull just a little bit further, to press her teeth just a little bit harder. She listened for Kimberly's sighs and when they came, she worked them into screams of pleasure.
Kimberly's pussy was dripping – so wet and hot that she didn't know how much longer she could stand it. Yet, stand it she did, for this was a pleasure that was unlike any she'd ever known. In her heart, she feared she might not ever know it again and this thought drove her to challenge her body to new heights, testing her endurance for pain, wanting Camarin to never stop punishing her wanton flesh.
She knew her breasts were being bruised and her nipples were close to bleeding. Oh, how she loved it! Whereas before it was always Mark's body that mattered, now it was her body that was trembling with pleasure. How had she never known? The possibilities were endless and the pleasure was so exquisite. Thoughts of Mark faded further and further from her mind.
Camarin pulled Kimberly to the floor, her mouth never leaving Kimberly's tits, she tilted her back. She lifted Kimberly's leg and positioned her cunt over the firm thigh, closing her legs tightly around it. She paused to look at her, her eyes asking if she knew what was about to happen. When the smile tugged at Kimberly's mouth, Camarin started riding her. She rode her so hard and so fast, she felt her clit burst into a flurry of sparkling flames. Over and over, the orgasms seized and shook her. All the while, her mouth never left Kimberly's breasts. She sucked and cooed, licking those wonderful swollen orbs. She knew that the flesh was tender and sore, but she also knew there was so much waiting for her to discover. "Umm," she sighed as she drew Kimberly's nipple in and out of her mouth.
When her orgasm would crest, she'd pause and suckle, seeking the nourishment of the other woman's desire. Raw and unbridled, Kimberly's hunger would feed her body, then the cycle would repeat as she rode her clit hard against Kimberly's firm muscles. She wondered how long it would take for Kimberly to take the lessons learned and assert her own dominance in the world she was newly discovering. Camarin had no idea how long it would be, but she knew one thing with absolute certainty. This was her time to play the temptress and Kimberly's time to play the martyr to her needs.
Taryn's wishes long forgotten and pushed into the hidden recesses of her mind, Camarin focused on the moment, the woman who bucked and screamed beneath her as she rode her through orgasm after orgasm. It was a never-ending ride into oblivion and Camarin planned to take it for everything it was worth.
Screaming and writhing beneath the onslaught of Camarin's body, Kimberly could not deny the pleasure she felt as Camarin's hunger drove her into repeated orgasms. She felt Camarin's clit pressing against her knee. She gasped, fascinated by the other woman's endurance and her amazing ability to ride her clit so hard. She watched as her hips bucked and she reared her upper body, aiming higher and higher. She felt her own clit trembling and the excitement became unbearable. Not daring to stop or change direction, Kimberly slid her hand between her legs and started to masturbate.
Her senses peaked with adrenaline, Camarin sensed Kimberly's movement immediately. She seized her hand. "Need something down there?" she whispered. She reversed their positions, placing her legs underneath Kimberly's abdomen and lifting her. As Kimberly hung precariously in midair, Camarin drew her arm back and proceeded to land one, then another and another sharp slaps against her bare ass.
"Ouch!" Kimberly screamed. Her body was not prepared for the onslaught of Camarin's strong hands spanking her. Overwhelmed by the dizzying array of stimulus, her breasts, her cunt, her ass, she felt certain she would faint. And just as her consciousness teetered on the edge, she felt Camarin give one final blow to her buttocks, and then she lowered her to the floor. Blinking, Kimberly tried to focus her eyes on Camarin's face, to gain some sense of what was happening to her. There wasn't enough time, for within seconds Camarin had turned her over and positioned her face down over her lap.
Still dripping and panting with the force of her own orgasms, Camarin struggled to balance Kimberly on her legs. Finally, she regained her breath enough to growl, "Lift it, baby." When Kimberly hesitated, she slapped her bare ass with her open hand once more.
Guided by her instinct and the newly awakened need within her, Kimberly now knew what was expected of her. She arched her back and poised with her ass lifted over Camarin's lap, waiting for Camarin's next move – and the wait seemed endless. She held her breath, not daring to move her body. Yet, her legs were trembling so badly that she could barely keep from collapsing onto Camarin's lap.
Once her pulse slowed enough so she could breath, Camarin reached for the copper shovel that was lying on the stone hearth near the fire. She could tell by the blue burnish that it was scorching hot.
Excellent! she thought, smiling. She carefully took it by the handle and pulled it toward her. The moment could not have been more perfect.
Kimberly felt the heat radiating from the hot metal before she felt the blow. Her ass tightened, preparing her for the first strike. She screamed when it landed hard and square on her rounded buttocks.
The heat was so unbearable that she bit her lip, fighting to withstand the pain. Hot – scorching hot – the copper shovel that struck her over and over again felt incredibly painful. Yet, it also felt quite pleasurable, making it difficult for her to distinguish one sensation from the other. She held onto Camarin's legs, bracing herself in the position Camarin wanted. Bouncing and swaying, writhing and screaming, she shuddered through orgasm after orgasm as Camarin spanked her. "Oh, yes. Yes!" she screamed.
Camarin knew by the duration of Kimberly's pleasure that she had been sorely neglected by her fiancee. Her tolerance for pain, her need for it, challenged Camarin's own internal register. Kimberly's ass looked like a gridiron, the red-hot welts forming marks all over her bare flesh. Camarin drew the shovel back one last time. The blow was so hard it pitched Kimberly forward, flattening her against Camarin's lap.
Panting and gasping for air, her ass on fire and her cunt soaked with her excitement, Kimberly let out one final scream. When she collapsed, her face was pressed against Camarin's leg, perspiring from the heat of her exhaustion. She could hear Camarin's heavy breathing and she could feel it on her skin. Like a blast of air from a roaring furnace, it burned against her naked body.
Both gasping for breath, they clung to each other's bodies. When Camarin looked at the woman lying facedown across her lap, she felt torn inside. A part of her wanted to continue her lustful punishing of Kimberly's flesh. Oh, how she longed to test her limits! To drive Kimberly to that point where she begged and pleaded for her to stop.
But would she ask? Or would she be dangerously defiant, going beyond the level of her tolerance? Would she allow Camarin to carry her over the edge? And could Camarin bring her back? The questions would go unanswered, for Camarin heard Mark's jeep pulling into the driveway.
When Kimberly heard him, she was seized with a panic and rage so great, she swore under her breath. "Damn it, Mark!" She pushed herself off Camarin's lap. Her legs were trembling so badly she could barely stand. She pushed her hair back from her face and wiped away the perspiration that beaded on her forehead and upper lip. They needed to do something, but Kimberly was suddenly, inexplicably frozen with fear.
Camarin knew her fear, the fear of discovery, for she'd been there herself. Knowing she had to take charge of the situation, Camarin jumped to her feet. Hurriedly, she pulled her clothes back on, buttoning and zipping as she went. "Get dressed," she told Kimberly.
"We can't let him see us like this. We're going out the front door, then into the woods."
"But how will I explain?" Kimberly began as she fumbled with her clothes.
Her whimpering tested Camarin's patience. She was trying to protect this woman, to allow her the freedom of choosing when and where and if she would tell her fiancee what happened. Yet, Kimberly's inertia was making it impossible. "You can tell him you went for a walk after I left. Tell him you tripped and fell down a ravine or something. I don't know!" she growled. "Tell him I fucked you for all I care. Just get your clothes on so we can get out of here!"
The vehemence in Camarin's voice startled Kimberly into action.
She moved quickly, gathering her clothes and semi-dressing herself.
Her clothing somewhat intact, she scrambled to put things back into place around the living room. First, the copper shovel that Camarin had welded so skillfully on her backside. She rested it against the hearth. Next, she dried the puddle where Camarin's jacket had dripped onto the floor. She saw Camarin's panties lying beside the chair. Hurriedly, she grabbed them and took one last look around the room.
They were running out of time. Camarin started for the door, motioning Kimberly to follow her. "Hurry!" she hissed. There was no time to spare. Mark opened the back door just as they scurried across the lawn and into the woods. They sought cover behind a clump of bushes, sitting down for a moment so they could catch their breath.
Camarin debated what to do next. She couldn't take Kimberly to her cabin because Taylor was there and Camarin had altered their agenda considerably. Not only that, but she'd also just fucked Taylor and it didn't seem a good idea to tell her she'd gone straight from her to another woman. A little wayward perhaps, but Camarin was not a cruel person. She'd run out of ideas and was ready to wait in the cold when she suddenly remembered the old ranger's station near the ski lift. "Come on," she told Kimberly. "I know a place where we can go."
Each step was a painful reminder of the sexual foray Mark had just interrupted. Kimberly winced as she tried to keep pace with Camarin.
The woman showed no regard for Kimberly's discomfort, plowing through the broken limbs and brambles as though someone was chasing them. This cold disregard made Kimberly even more determined to hide her pain. She gritted her teeth and followed Camarin through the woods, running at times to keep pace with her.
The ranger's station had been abandoned for a long time. Local teenagers, and probably a few wayward adults, had long since broken into the building, using it as a place to hang out or engage in what some would consider illicit activities. Somewhere along the way, the break-in was discovered and someone had placed a makeshift latch and lock on the door. Camarin searched her pocket for her Swiss army knife. She had the flimsy lock off within seconds. The next obstacle was getting the door to open. The wood was swollen, jamming the door tight against the frame. Camarin turned to Kimberly. "Help me push this open," she said.
Kimberly gritted her teeth and took a deep breath. She was convinced now that Camarin hadn't a clue how sore various parts of her anatomy were. On the count of three, the two women charged against the door. On the third try, their weight finally pushed it open.
They hurried inside the old building. It was dark but there was enough light shining through the solitary window so they could find their way around. Shivering from the cold, Kimberly hurriedly closed the door behind them.
Camarin laughed and shook her head. "Now how do you propose opening that door again?" she asked.
Kimberly groaned and clutched her head. A look of absolute despair on her face, she slid down in front of the door and rested her head against the hard wood. "Shit!" She looked at Camarin, hoping to receive some sign of support or at the very least, understanding.
The angry look on Camarin's face told her otherwise. She looked about the cabin, searching for something with which to pry the door open.
Camarin shook her head. She considered climbing out the broken window. However, the edges were jagged and a rusted metal contraption of some sort sat directly beneath the window. The last thing they needed was to contend with one of them being badly cut or otherwise injured.
Realizing she was letting her anxiety snowball, Kimberly closed her eyes and focused on her breathing. She was searching for calm in an otherwise very chaotic day. Camarin was saying something to her but she let the words drift past. Once her anxiety abated, she opened her eyes and searched the room for Camarin.
"You decide to come back from wherever the hell you were?"
Camarin asked, her tone very sarcastic and angry.
Kimberly stood and looked about the room. Her eyes lit up when she spotted a rusty axe leaning against an old metal filing cabinet.
Shoved into a dark corner, you could barely make it out. Fortunately, a ray of sunlight had managed to find a spot of rust-free metal on the axe, enough to cause a flicker and catch Kimberly's attention. A cocky grin on her face, she strutted across the room.
Camarin could tell by the way she looked that Kimberly had figured something out. She smiled triumphantly when Kimberly picked up the axe. "Kimberly, you're a genius!" she exclaimed.
"No, I just took the time to look around instead of getting lost in a panic," Kimberly replied. Hefting the axe in her hands, she checked the head to make certain it wouldn't go flying off the handle when they tried to use it. "Looks intact," she said. "Shall we try it now or wait until we've figured out what I'm going to tell Mark?"
Now that she was confident they were not trapped here indefinitely, Camarin felt more relaxed. She boosted herself onto the filing cabinet and sat down. "Let's talk," she said.
Kimberly sat on the floor, the cold seeping through her coat and pants, numbing her butt. Given how sore she was, the numbness was a welcome relief. "First of all," she started, "I don't understand what got into me back there. This is totally out of character for me. I do not engage in sexual intimacy with members of the same sex. And I do not engage in rough sex with anyone. Male or female," she added for emphasis.
Camarin found her speech somewhat amusing, given the way Kimberly had responded, participated and obviously enjoyed what they were doing only moments earlier. However, she decided now was not the time to argue the point. If all went as planned, Kimberly would have it figured out by the time her excursion ended. "You don't need to explain," Camarin responded. "I don't know what got into me either. Although I prefer women, I do not typically engage in sex with straight women who want it because they are curious as to what it would be like." Camarin was surprised by the anger that crept through in her last comment.
"Are you saying that's what this was all about – that I was just curious?" Kimberly asked.
Camarin shrugged. "Maybe, or maybe it was just a matter of happenstance. I don't know. However, I do think we need to let it go and move on to more important matters. Like what you're going to tell Mark when you go back to the cabin."
Kimberly sighed and pulled her knees to her chin, hugging herself.
"Maybe I won't tell him anything," she suggested. "I'll just rent a car and drive back home. Call him later and tell him there was a family emergency or something. If he asks why I didn't leave a note, I'll just tell him I was too upset to think of it." Her eyes wide and questioning, she looked at Camarin. "What do you think?"
"I think it's going to be hard to rent a car when you have no identification or money or credit cards on you. And why would you leave without taking any clothes? Don't you think Mark will be awfully suspicious?"
"Oh, shit!" Kimberly exclaimed. "Maybe I should just tell him the truth," she muttered. "I'm fucked up, confused, unhappy and don't know what I want at this point."
A tear slid down her cheek and Camarin saw it before Kimberly had time to look away. She eased herself off the filing cabinet and kneeled beside her. "Ssh," she whispered, placing her arm around Kimberly's shoulders. "It's all right." Gently, she pulled Kimberly into her arms and held her. She kissed the top of her head and whispered soothing words of reassurance.
Kimberly clutched Camarin's shirt and pressed her face against her chest. She listened to the soothing sounds of her heart beating and gave vent to the tears she'd repressed for so long.
Camarin had to think of something fast. Thanks to her little deviation from the script, things were happening much quicker than they'd planned. This changed everything and she had to figure out what to do. There seemed only one solution. She'd have to tell Taylor what happened, and then bring Kimberly back to their cabin for a while. Between the two of them, they should be able to set things right again.
Feeling better after her cry but still worrying what to do, Kimberly pulled away and wiped her eyes. "I'll be okay," she said, running her fingers softly down Camarin's cheek. "Thanks for letting me cry on your shoulder."
"Any time," Camarin told her. She stood and offered Kimberly her hand. When they stood face to face, she lifted Kimberly's chin and kissed her softly on the lips. "I'm sure you will be okay, but I don't want you doing something you'll later regret," she told her. "Like I said, it's not my norm to sleep with straight women, but I've done it enough times to know you shouldn't rush into anything." She paused and looked outside. "It's getting late. Let's hike down to the docks."
"But…"
There's a pay phone there," she explained. "I want you to come back to my cabin with me. But I need to call my friend first and let her know we're coming. I'm sure she won't mind, but since we're sharing the cabin, it seems only fair that I ask her."
Although her words belied Kimberly's earlier impression of Camarin, she sounded sincere. "I would appreciate that," she said.
"I'll call Mark from there and tell him I'm going to be out for a while.
If her presses me for details, I'll just tell him we'll talk about it later."
Camarin smiled and lifted the axe. "Sounds good to me," she said.
"Are you ready?"
Kimberly nodded and stepped aside. "I take it you're going to do the honors?"
"Yes." she replied. Swinging the axe at her side, Camarin sauntered over to the door. After making certain that Kimberly was out of the way, she took aim and slammed the axe against the door.
Having weathered a lot of abuse over the years, the wood cracked and splintered. Two more strikes and the door was shattered. Camarin stepped back and motioned Kimberly to go first. "After you," she said very politely.
Kimberly smiled, grateful to be out of the cabin with its stifling dark atmosphere and musty smell. With the ease of two old friends taking a walk, she held Camarin's hand and they started for the docks.
It was a strange and different, but good, feeling that accompanied Kimberly down the mountain. She found Camarin's courtly demeanor to be very flattering. Hmm, she thought to herself. Maybe there is something to this female-to-female sex thing.
There was only one pay phone and it was being used by a boy who looked to be about fourteen or fifteen years old. He was bragging to someone about a big catch that he'd just made while ice fishing. Very politely, the two women stood to the side and waited.
The young man could see they were there but they weren't intruding on his space. Their show of respect must have pricked his sense of consciousness. "Well, I gotta go. I'll call you when I get home," he told his friend. "Okay, bye." He replaced the receiver, then turned and gave Kimberly the once over. An appreciative smile on his face, he winked at her and went on his way.
Camarin laughed. "I think he likes you," she teased.
"Humph," Kimberly replied.
Camarin dropped coins into the telephone and dialed the number for the cabin. Taylor answered on the first ring. Gesturing as though she couldn't hear, Camarin pushed the door closed and turned so her back was leaning against it and Kimberly could not see her face.
Taylor listened patiently to Camarin's description of what happened between the two women. Although Camarin was making an effort to convince Taylor that it was an act of necessity, Taylor felt betrayed and hurt. "How convenient," she said in a voice ripe with sarcasm.
"Too bad I wasn't part of the script when you fucked me. If I had been, maybe you'd have returned the favor."
Camarin smarted as she listened to Taylor's painful diatribe. "I'm sorry," she whispered. A moment of silence passed between them.
Camarin searched for some way of appeasing Taylor's hurt pride, but nothing seemed adequate. Why today of all days, she asked herself, have I suddenly developed a conscience?
Taylor, too, was debating the matter. She decided that it was unfair of her to expect anything more of Camarin than she gave her. "It's okay," she said, her voice very soft and low. I have no right to question you about what you do. After all, I'm the student here.
Right?"
Camarin laughed. Taylor's humor was a good sign that she was forgiven. "So, do I need to pick up air freshener?" she asked, referring to the fire that occurred earlier that day.
"Nope!" Taylor informed her. "The smoke finally cleared and I cleaned every porous surface I could find in the place. It's not perfect, but it'll do."
"Thanks, Taylor. I don't know what I'd do without you," Camarin said. Relieved that Taylor wasn't angry with her, Camarin replaced the receiver and stepped outside. She held the door for Kimberly.
"Your turn," she told her.
"Hmm, so it is," Kimberly said, a sound of dread obvious in her voice. "If you don't mind, I'd like privacy, too."
Camarin winced as Kimberly closed the door in her face. Her comment was clearly intended to let Camarin know she hadn't fooled her when she made a pretense of not being able to hear when she was on the phone with Taylor. Camarin shrugged and leaned against the booth. People were so confusing! Take, for instance, the people on the lake. For the life of her, Camarin could not figure out why anyone would want to go ice fishing. She sighed and closed her eyes, waiting for Kimberly to finish her call.
Kimberly ended the call with Mark still talking, trying to get her to explain what was happening. She felt like a jerk leaving him wondering, but then, he hadn't been a model of kindness and consideration himself. She took a deep breath and opened the door.
The blast of cold air felt refreshing after her heated discussion with Mark.
"Everything okay?" Camarin asked.
"As well as can be expected," Kimberly replied. "In case you hadn't noticed, Mark is very possessive. But that is his problem," she added. "Now which way to your cabin?"
Camarin hooked her arm through Kimberly's. "Just follow me,"
she said, smiling.
On the way to Camarin's cabin, Kimberly found herself wondering who her friend was and what exactly was her relationship with Camarin. Where they really just friends? That and a million other
questions assailed her thoughts. She found it was starting to matter less and less to her what she told Mark. Right now, there were more important things in her life, like understanding why she was attracted to this woman walking beside her. "Life is never dull," she muttered to herself.
Camarin heard the muttering. "What's that?" she asked, pointing to her ear. When Kimberly quirked her eyebrows, Camarin laughed.
"Honestly, I didn't hear what you said," she insisted.
Kimberly smiled, the humor breaking her dark mood. "Is that your friend?" she asked, pointing to a woman who stood outside one of the cabins.
"Well, no, it isn't," Camarin replied. "That's our cabin but the woman standing there is not Taylor." Not knowing what to say or do, Camarin continued to the cabin where Taryn Williams stood waiting.
"My, my, aren't you a busy girl," Taryn greeted her. Her boot-clad feet at a cocky angle and her hips thrust out, strutting like a prostitute looking for a trick, Taryn approached the two women.
"Why, you're Taryn Williams, the woman from Lavender Excursions," Kimberly said. Puzzled, she looked back and forth at the two women.
"No correlation," Taryn said. "Although I do wonder what you're doing out here in the north woods with this cocky reporter." She flashed a smile at Camarin. "I ran into Taylor down at the store and she told me you guys were staying here." Taryn chuckled. "Small world. I didn't know you and Taylor were friends."
"Yes, Taylor and I go way back. It was my weekend to do ski patrol and Taylor wanted to get out of the city for a while. So here we are." Having no idea what Taryn was planning, Camarin said nothing more. Instead, she gave her an expectant look, one that asked the obvious question, "What are you doing here?"
"Come inside and get out of those wet things," Taryn said in a motherly tone. She took both women by the arm and led them into the cabin. "You look like you went ice-fishing and fell in," she teased.
Camarin and Kimberly laughed nervously as they removed their wet coats and scarves. Taryn summarily took the wet items and hung them to dry. Meantime, Camarin sat on the bench and motioned for Kimberly to join her. They removed their boots and set them on the boot tray. Taryn returned and stood watching them. Finally, unable to stand the suspense any longer, Camarin asked, "What are you doing here?"
"Actually, I've been up north on business and was on my way back to Chicago. When I stopped to get gas and something to drink, that's when I ran into Taylor." Taryn motioned toward the main quarters.
"She told me about the smoke bomb," Taryn said. "Any idea who did it or why?"
"Uh, no," Camarin said. Seeing the puzzled look on Kimberly's face, she explained. "I was going to tell you about it when we got here. Someone, probably kids thinking they were pulling a cute prank, set off a smoke bomb in our cabin."
Taryn bit her tongue, trying to keep her anger in check. To give herself a few seconds to regain her composure, she said, "Let's move into the living room." The two women followed her, Camarin and Kimberly sitting on the couch and Taryn taking the armchair closest to the fire. Unable to stop herself, she gave Kimberly a coy smile and winked. "Now Camarin, be honest," she said. "Whose husband did you piss off?" She turned to Kimberly and explained, "Camarin just can't keep her hands off married women. I've repeatedly warned her that she'd eventually run into someone who would seek revenge." The smile never leaving her face, Taryn leaned back in her chair.
Camarin decided to let it go. If Taryn had something planned, there wasn't anything she could do about it. Ignoring the barb, she smiled and engaged in the mindless chatter of old friends entertaining one another with amusing stories of their personal lives. Time passed very pleasantly. Taryn looked out the window and noticed it was snowing again. She decided she'd better cut the visit short since she did want to return to Chicago tonight. "Looks like I better get moving," she said, pointing to the window. "Present company excluded, this is not a place I'd want to get stuck."
"Oh, my," Camarin said, surprised to see the unexpected snowfall.
She stood and walked Taryn to the door, Kimberly following a short way behind her. While Taryn slipped into her coat and boots, Camarin reminded her, "Drive carefully. You're not in Chicago where the roads are cleared within minutes of the first snowflake falling."
Taryn laughed. "I'll try not to forget," she said, opening the back door.
Camarin and Kimberly stood in the doorway, watching Taryn walk down the icy path. "I'll call you when I get back," Camarin called after her. "Maybe we can get together for lunch or something."
"Sure thing," Taryn replied. She hurried inside her car and started the motor. Drumming her fingers on the steering wheel, she waited for the car to warm a little. The snow was getting worse and it seemed to be getting colder. She decided to stop somewhere, pick up something to eat and fill her thermos with coffee. Backing her car out of the driveway, she started in the direction of the freeway.
Ten miles later, she was still driving and looking for a place to stop.
She spotted a tavern, just on the edge of another little resort town.
What the hell, she thought. After locking the car and kicking ice chunks from its sides, she went inside. The place was dark and dreary. Most of the customers looked to be locals indulging in friendly conversation while they chugged a few beers.
One of the men spotted Taryn right away. He whistled and yelled,
"Hey, pretty babe, wanta have some fun?" Giggling like an adolescent schoolboy, he ducked down so Taryn couldn't see who'd yelled at her. The other men joined in, whistling and making eyes at Taryn. Feeling braver now that his friends had joined in, the man raised his head and blew Taryn a kiss.
Taryn ignored the men as best she could, knowing a response would egg them on. She walked to the bar and ordered a large coffee to go. When she paid the bartender, he winked at her and said, "Ya'll come back now." She gritted her teeth, turned and strode out of the dingy little tavern.
Once inside her car, Taryn opened the coffee and took a sip.
"Whew, hot!" she said. The incident in the tavern dismissed, she started thinking about more important matters. Her mind was reeling and her cunt was on fire. No matter how much she tried to evade her feelings, the end result was the same. Taryn longed for Kimberly in a way she found to be very threatening to her hard-core independence.
"Oh, God," she groaned, running her hand through her hair. "I can't do this! Not now." Her hands were trembling so badly she dropped the key. "Damn!" she muttered, picking the key off the floor mat.
She finally managed to get it into the ignition. Her sleek Italian sports car started easily. It was getting down the mountain that presented a problem.
"Hey, there pretty lady," sounded a voice outside her window.
When Taryn turned, she saw one of the local studs peering through the glass. Instinctively, she jerked away from the door. Embarrassed by her obvious display of fear and realizing it made her an easy target, she rolled the car window down and asked, "You need something, mister?"
He was a large built man, reminding Taryn of her brother when he played football at the university. His face was handsome in a rugged sort of way. Taryn admired the blonde hair that was swept back from his face. It revealed a set of emerald green eyes that, unfortunately for him, were dulled by the excessive amount of alcohol he'd consumed inside the bar.
"Just checking on you," he said. "You look sort of lost and I don't recognize your car as belonging to anyone around here. I'd remember this one if I saw it," he added, gazing admiringly at Taryn's car. He leaned inside the window. "Why don't I have a seat inside and you can tell me where it is you're trying to go. I'm pretty good about giving directions," he added. "But it is a mite cold out here." He shivered for emphasis and rubbed his hands up and down his well-muscled arms.
"Actually I was just getting ready to leave," Taryn replied. "And I do know where I'm going. But thanks for checking." She shifted the car into gear and started backing out of the parking space. His large hand suddenly reached inside and he tried to wrestle the steering wheel out of her hands.
"Aargh!" she growled. With one hand shoving against his face and the other squeezing his fingers, she managed to get his arm out of her car. She floored the accelerator, sending her into a spin as she exited the parking lot. By the time she'd gotten back onto the freeway, Taryn was shaking with fury. Her coffee spilled all over the seat, she drove a few miles down the road and stopped. She refueled her car, cleaned the seat as much as possible and picked up another coffee. Anxious to get back to the city, she opened her window part way so the cold air blew against her face. "That ought to keep me awake," she muttered.
She started her car and headed for the freeway.