When her alarm sounded at five-thirty, Kimberly fumbled with the dials and buttons she could not see. Silence at last, she opened her eyes and surveyed the room. Relieved once more by the familiar surroundings, she wondered at the strange dreams she'd been having.
Of all things, she couldn't imagine why she'd had such an erotic dream about the woman who'd just interviewed her for a magazine article.
They did have dinner together last night. But other than a little innocent flirtation on Camarin's part, Kimberly could think of no reason why she would have such a dream. What surprised her even more was the sadomasochism that was threaded throughout the dream.
The edges of reality were becoming very gray and blurred. She stood and reached for her robe.
"Ouch," she groaned when she sat up in bed. She was sore and aching, as if her body had imagined the dream so vividly that she felt the imagined wounds as sorely as if they were real. Gently, she eased off the bed, walked into the dressing room and peered at her back in the mirror. It looked perfectly normally. Oh, my God, she thought.
What is happening to me? She shouldn't need to check the mirror to help her differentiate fantasy from reality.
She ventured into the bathroom, turned on the hot water, waited for steam to fill the room, and adjusted the temperature to a tolerable level. When she started to open the cabinet and get a towel, she saw a piece of paper taped to the sliding door. It was a note from Mark.
Kimberly, I took the liberty of letting myself in last night. Please forgive the intrusion, sweetheart, but you've been under so much pressure lately, I was worried about you.
Kimberly's arm fell to her side, her fingers releasing the scrap of paper. It fluttered to the floor. Her head dropped to her chest and she started sobbing. She took some deep breaths and dried her eyes. She needed someone to comfort her, to explain the terrible confusion she was feeling. Hands trembling, she turned off the water and went into the bedroom. She reached for the telephone and dialed Mark's number.
"Hi," said a sleepy voice.
"Mark," Kimberly began. Her voice shy and hesitant, she apologized for canceling their engagement the previous evening.
"Honey, I understand," Mark assured her. "This is your golden opportunity. I'd never begrudge you the time you need to spend on your work."
Her mind reeling with guilt, conflict and absolute confusion, Kimberly had difficulty suppressing the sobs that threatened to start once more. "Mark, you'll never know how much that means to me,"
she said. "Since I couldn't make it last night, I was wondering if we could get together for lunch today."
Mark grinned and sat up in bed. The mere sound of Kimberly's voice made him tremble with arousal. His voice husky with desire, he asked, "How about room service at the Day's Inn downtown? My treat."
Kimberly paced across the room, her fingers nervously twisting the phone cord. How could she explain the confusion she was feeling when she didn't understand it herself? "Oh, Mark, I can't!" she replied in her most plaintive voice. "I have a meeting this afternoon, so there's only an hour free in my schedule. Darling, how could I possibly explain myself if I walk into a meeting all flushed and excited by you?"
Mark was disappointed but it did not lessen his excitement. He threw back the sheet, exposing his aroused organ. "How about right now?" he whispered. "We can do it over the phone." Mark stroked his erection, his fingers closing gently around his penis. Up and down, up and down, he applied the slow steady pressure that would satisfy his need.
Mark's single-minded focus on sex was a keen reminder to Kimberly of how Mark viewed her. She felt tears sliding once more down her cheeks. She sat down at her desk. Her hand on the receiver, she took a deep breath and cleared her throat. Even though she resented it, she felt she owed it to him. After all, Mark was her lover.
"Oh, baby, make love to me," she whispered.
Mark groaned, the tip of his penis glistening with pre-orgasmic arousal. His mouth fell open and he closed his eyes. "Um, I'm removing your nightshirt," he told her. "I'm kissing your neck, beginning on the left side and moving over. You feel my tongue wet and hot against your skin." His hand moving more insistently now, Mark envisioned how Kimberly must look. "Take your nightshirt off, baby. Let me suck you."
Unlike Mark, Kimberly's hands were not moving. She focused her thoughts on bringing him to orgasm, her body not responding to his verbal lovemaking. "Oh, yes," she whispered. "Fuck me, Mark.
Please. Do it now!" she exclaimed. It took all her energy and concentration to go through the motions and play her role as Mark's lover.
Mark stood with his legs spread apart, one hand holding the receiver to his ear. His other hand gripped his penis as tight as he could bear. With Kimberly's voice guiding him through the motions, he stroked himself faster and faster. Eyes looking down lovingly, he swelled with pride.
His penis fully tumescent now, Mark admired how well endowed he was. "I'm fucking you, baby," he whispered huskily over the phone. "I'm inside of you. You're so wet and tight. Oh, yes," he groaned.
Kimberly listened to his heavy breathing, gauging how close he was to orgasm. He was almost finished and she was grateful.
Ashamed for feeling this way, but grateful nonetheless, she murmured, "Um, deeper, Mark. I want you to pump inside me as deep as you possibly can."
His hips thrusting forward as he strained against his tightly closed fist, Mark felt his legs begin to tremble. "Oh, baby, I'm coming," he gasped. His voice silenced by the audible moans and gasps of his orgasm, Mark watched his semen spurt across the room. Then, like a runner after the meet, he slowed his pace and slowly brought himself to a finale. "Oh, Kimberly, did you feel it?" he asked.
"Oh, oh, I … I'm coming, too," Kimberly moaned. She held her breath and made grunting noises, trying to mimic an actual orgasm.
Mark listened, his fingers still lovingly caressing his flaccid organ.
He smiled when he heard Kimberly's final gasp. "Was it good for you?" he asked in a very sincere voice.
"Oh, yes," Kimberly replied. Pretending to be breathless, she gave the response she always gave when Mark made love to her. "I love you, Mark," she whispered.
"I love you, too, baby. Are we still on for lunch or will this tide you over for a bit?"
This was so typical of Mark. He'd already forgotten that she did not have time for a clandestine groping in some sterile hotel room with the shades drawn and a "Do Not Disturb" sign handing on the doorknob. "No," she replied with as much patience as she could. "I'd rather wait until we have more time. Speaking of which, I'm running late. Gotta shower! Talk to you soon, love." She made a kissing sound over the telephone and quickly hung up. She did not have time to listen to the protest she felt certain would follow.
As for time, Kimberly had lots of it. She always got up early enough to do her aerobic workout. However, she was going to skip it today. She was too tired to put herself through the grinding torture of aerobic exercise. She reached for her robe, calling out to the three cats lying on top of the unmade bed. "Come on, you guys. Time for breakfast."
The cats eagerly followed her into the kitchen. She gave them fresh food and water. Petting each cat affectionately, she listened with pleasure as they purred for her. "You should have a talk with Mark,"
she told them. Thinking how ironic it was that her cats showed her more appreciation than her lover did, Kimberly started once again for the shower.
She turned the water on and waited. Soon the room was very warm and steamy. She stepped inside the tub. Normally, she liked her bath water hot. Today she winced as the hot water sprayed over her aching muscles. She started to wonder if perhaps her little fib to Michael was true. Was she coming down with something? Gingerly, she lathered the soap over her skin. As she bathed her back and buttocks, she felt strangely excited when her fingers touched the intimate regions she had dreamed of Camarin touching last night.
She pictured the woman in her mind's eye, envisioned her standing topless on a balcony. The wind was blowing through her hair.
Kimberly reached for her but she was unable to touch her. Lost in a fantasy she could not control, Kimberly gave vent to the storming emotions within her. Placing one leg on the side of the tub, she looked down. Her clitoris was already swollen with arousal, the tip peeking out from between her outer lips. She parted the swollen lips and slid her fingers inside her cunt. Imaging her fingers were Camarin's fingers, strong and firm, she thrust deeper and deeper inside of herself.
She groaned as the image of Camarin grew stronger. She saw Camarin's nipples, brown and hard, peeking out at her. She imagined her mouth closing over one and she moaned as the fantasy obliterated all doubts and confusion. Hungrily, she sucked Camarin's firm tits and stroked her clit through the fabric of her jeans. As her hands moved expertly over her own body, she envisioned them moving over Camarin's body.
Making love to her, their mouths crushed together – lips swollen and bruised as their tongues darted into one another's mouths with kisses so wet and passionate, it brought them trembling to their knees.
Face to face, their nipples touched as they proudly thrust their chests out to one another. An offering so exquisite, Kimberly did the only thing she knew.
The phone was ringing but Kimberly did not hear it. Her fingers were caressing herself in a way no person, male or female, ever had.
The circling movements grew more rapid as she braced herself against the shower. "Ah, ah," she groaned. Panting and breathless with desire, she rolled her nipples tightly back and forth between her forefinger and thumb. The other hand stroked the swollen organ that differentiated her from the opposite sex and aroused her in a way the other sex could not.
"Oh, oh," she screamed as the orgasm seized her in a frenzy of climatic waves. It was crashing against her senses, challenging everything she ever knew or believed. She gasped as the last wave rippled through her. Her hand closed over her throbbing clitoris and she slid down in the shower. Legs drawn tightly together, she imagined Camarin kissing her neck and whispering soothing words in her ear. The faint touch of Camarin's warm breath sending her into another frenzied session, Kimberly brought herself to orgasm once more.