Dee lay on the board-walk, one hand trailing in the lagoon, the other resting over her eyes. The early-morning sun, still tender in its caress, warmed her body. A body, which, in the past two weeks had taken on a honey glow and become entirely comfortable with its enforced nudity.
Her heart, like her body, was also 'light' — mostly unburdened by thoughts of past or future. She was living solely in the present and accepting each moment as a present — a precious gift from her unseen benefactor, Peter.
She thought about her Lost Boys sometimes. Missed them a little. But inside the spacious pavilion a couple of metres from where she lay, slept someone who had helped her to forget. Someone who had playfully wrested her inhibitions from her and shown her a facet of herself she had not known existed.
"Grrr." The growl came from beside her. A moment later a mouth as warm as the sun descended on her nipple, sucking, chewing, tugging gently.
"Skye, you're awake."
"And hungry."
"It's too early. We haven't had breakfast," Dee complained, but the first stirrings of excitement were already tightening her stomach.
"You are breakfast," the voice growled and the body pounced. Dee kept her eyes closed, laughing at first, then quieting as the mouth feasted on her breasts. The legs that slid over hers were smooth and long and the breasts that pressed against her belly were very full. She could no longer think of the Lost Boys.
"I love your breasts," Skye murmured, rubbing her hair against them, "They're so perfect. So… proportionate."
Dee smiled, her eyes still closed. "How kind. Proportionate."
"I mean it." Dee could imagine Skye's pout. "Their perfect."
"For an athlete. Your breasts are much more the ideal," she assured Skye.
"Ideal for who? A man who likes big tits?" the girl scorned. "I don't care what men want. I wish mine were smaller. Like yours." She cupped Dee's breasts with her strong, gentle fingers and breathed against the moistened nipples one at a time. The heated air was like light fingers crawling over the tightening skin and Dee had to concentrate to distract her.
"Isn't Belle coming this morning to check on her mermaids? I really think we should have some breakfast before — " But her young companion was feasting again.
"I am." The hungry mouth moved off her breasts and slid down to her side, lick-kissing its way to the curve of her waist.
Dee felt herself slip past the point of caring about anything other than the coming pleasure. Skye was truly voracious and would spend all day on Dee's body if she was allowed. It was a terrible temptation for Dee, and in her first week there, she'd given in to the girl's appetite completely.
Those seven days were a dizzy memory, like the blur of first-love where you're always in each others arms. She would wake with Skye's eager young tongue lapping her to orgasm and fall asleep exhausted the same way. And all through their waking hours Skye would be touching her — swimming with her, feeding her, combing her hair, bathing her, dressing her in whatever shell-necklace or seaweed skirt she'd made, behaving like a teenager caught in the grip of her first infatuation.
Dee, following Peter's directive to act from her nature, graciously accepted all the tender caresses and enthusiastic lovemaking Skye had to offer. And in overcoming her own taboos, she’d experienced the exhilaration of having another woman to touch, taste and explore.
Skye's scent, especially, would remain with Dee as long as she lived. Oceanic blonde with the faintest undertone of red — the breath of her lively temper.
As usual Skye was determined to please 'her Wendee' and once she'd started, a blissful languor seemed to rob Dee of the willpower to stop her. Her hand still trailed in the lagoon, fingers drifting in the cool, silky water, but above, her body trembled with the heat her lover had awoken.
Skye had kissed her way around the outside of Dee's thigh and down one leg. Then after giving each toe the attention of an enraptured gourmet, had started back up the inside, spreading her 'breakfast's' legs in the process.
Dee had never had her toes sucked, never had the spaces between them tongued until she could feel the her own mouth tingling with the heat of her response, never had the arches of her feet kissed or her ankles nibbled — never realised feet were so erogenous.
Skye had revealed all these things to her, and many, many more.
Dee felt the lips touch her inner thigh and heard herself panting — explosive. One touch…
"I'm so hungry," Skye growled. "I'm going to eat you alive."
Dee tensed, preparing for the pounce. Her thighs trembled, poised on the brink and she felt movement, but it was only Skye's hair sliding over her waiting sex-flesh, heightening the anticipation until Dee thought she would faint from it.
Her head was light and she was panting so hard she'd hyperventilate soon if…
"Maybe a snack first."
Dee felt the lightest touch — a tongue? — against the sensitive flesh and she shuddered, but it was tenuous and erratic, lapping here, sliding there, all the time avoiding the part of her that throbbed to be touched, the part that would only need the slightest -
"Pretty little stamen," Skye breathed against it, and warm air on moist flesh surprised Dee again with its effect. She felt closer, dizzier. "How it trembles to be tasted," Skye said, and touched it then with the lightest pressure imaginable. Dee's thighs shook and she almost… "But the petals are so delicious, I think I'll devour them first," and tormentingly, Skye went back to randomly flicking and teasing the surrounding flesh.
Under, and above the water, Dee's fingers clenched into fists. "Skye, don't do this to me. Please…" She ached for a man then, for the hard thrusting of a penis to slam into her and drive her over the edge. She wanted to feel his weight against her body, pressing on her breasts, his tongue driving into her mouth until…
"Xavion," she breathed and felt Skye's mouth close over her 'stamen', devouring it at last in a series of strong rhythmic sucks.
Dee felt only the first.
After that her muscles went into spasm and she was lost. Air and water were indistinguishable, hot and cold, dry and wet, touch and no touch — all smashing together and then flying apart, repelling each other like magnetic opposites — positive and negative, matter and anti-matter, woman and man.
Man and woman…
Her mind stuck on that last thought as the shower of sparks that accompanied her orgasm tingled her from scalp to toenails.
Woman and man. Man and woman. She was still dizzy, warm and disorientated when Skye crept up and laid her head between her breasts, toying with one.
"What does it feel like?" she asked a minute later. "With a man?"
"A man?" Dee echoed, giving herself time to gather her splintered thoughts. Was Skye jealous of her previous lovers or merely curious? She raised her dry hand to smooth the girl's hair. "It's different," she hedged.
"Better?"
Dee thought about that. She couldn't remember an orgasm as explosive as the one she'd just experienced, and with Skye it only got better. But there was more to lovemaking than muscle spasm.
She shrugged. "Just… different."
"How?"
Dee sighed. Skye was relentless when she wanted to know something. "Well, they smell different for a start. Solid somehow. Earthy." She frowned. "Like a hot canvas scent. Women smell more of air and water. More… floral."
There was a pause before Skye said, "I see."
Dee wondered if she should have been more specific. "I like the slight roughness of a man's hands and the feel of his body lying over me — "
Skye's head came up. "I'm lying over you." The fiord blue eyes were showing green and Dee suddenly understood what the cross-examination was about.
"Their bodies are different too of course," she went on, warming to the subject. "Hairier. Harde r." She prodded Skye's breasts from the sides and was rewarded by a low growl. "And there's something about a man's strength that makes me feel protected."
"What sort of submissive bullshit is that?" Skye reared back.
"I was just trying to explain — "
"I can protect you as well as any man." Up on her knees now, Skye loomed over Dee with all beauty and fury of an indignant Valkyrie. "It's that Champion you want isn't it? With his big cock and his arrogant eyes," she seethed. "The next time I see him I'll — "
Dee grabbed Skye's waist and rolled them both into the lagoon. Clear blue water enveloped them and it cooled Dee's body, refreshing her mind.
Skye, however, came up spluttering. "Don't think you can distract me because I…"
Employing Tony's strategy, Dee leant forward and kissed Skye where they stood, chest deep in the sparkling water. As she'd expected, the girl calmed instantly. Dee stroked her smooth, dripping hair and Skye melted against her, offering her soft, deliciously full lips and the earnestness of her pleasure.
Again, Dee was filled with the wonder of this same-sex union and she thanked Peter silently for his benevolence and his wisdom. So often had she done this, that it now had the flavour of a ritual prayer.
"You kiss so well," Skye said when they both stopped for air.
"I practice," Dee replied smiling.
"With men of course."
"Of course." Dee licked her lips. "I've kissed all the Lost Boys. Except for Mack."
"Which one was he? The homosexual? Or the knife one?" Skye loved listening to Dee's stories.
"Mack was the one with the knife," Dee confirmed, stroking one of Skye's prominent cheekbones. "The one who looks as though he should be your brother."
"So who do you like to kiss the best?" Skye tried for a confident smirk but it didn't quite reach her eyes.
Dee pretended to consider the question. "Well, Tony and Josh certainly put a lot of effort in, and Christophe kisses like an angel but I think if you're talking about natural talent, Xavion would have to be the best." She paused to sigh, letting her eyes go a little misty. Beneath her hands Skye's trembling increased. "He has the most marvellous tongue. Not to mention other pieces of his anatomy -
"
"I'll cut it off!"
Skye lurched out of her arms and after a startled second, Dee found she couldn't hold onto her laughter any longer.
Skye looked at her in astonishment. "You're teasing me."
"I couldn't resist." Dee tried to look apologetic. "You're so scrumptious when your angry."
"You don't want his cock?"
"Well…"
That belligerent bottom lip of Skye's forced its way out and Dee decided it was time to steer away from the subject of Xavion's virility. "There's more to Xavion than impressive hardware. He has fascinating insights."
"So do I." The chin jutted out.
"He's a strong leader."
"I can be a leader."
"He has lovely rough, hairy legs."
Skye frowned. "You're teasing me again."
Dee kissed her. Softly. Briefly. "How could I want Xavion when I have you," she admonished. "You have something infinitely more beautiful than a 'big cock'."
"Do I? What?" Skye's bolshy manner hid an insecurity so endearing Dee wanted to kiss her from head to toe. "What is it?" she demanded. "Tell me."
"These," Dee whispered as she lowered her hands to cup the fullness of Skye's magnificent breasts. Slick with water, they were heavy, firm and high. "I have only to look at them to be aroused," Dee said lovingly. "Let me look at them."
Dee led her to the tumble of boulders that separated the encroaching jungle from a corner of their salty playground. There, in the waist deep water, she pressed Skye back over a smooth rock and arranged her — arm here, head just so. Then stepped back to admire the result. "Close those beautiful eyes."
Skye shot her an impatient glance. She liked to be the one in control.
"Please?"
Skye rolled her eyes, then closed them, stretching her back and arching her breasts higher in a parody of the cheesecake pose Dee had put her in.
Despite Skye's mocking, Dee caught her breath at the sight. "Nymph," she whispered, enchanted by the glistening portrait she'd created.
"Nordic Nymph?"
Dee lay a finger over her lips, quieting her. "Hush. Let me enjoy." She slid the finger down Skye's cheek to the wet strands of hair that lay over the rock, then on to twine among individual hairs drifting in the crystalline water.
But not for long. Those firm, womanly breasts drew her hand and soon it was sliding over Skye's shoulder, tracing the arc skywards to encircle a tiny pouted nipple — a bud that appeared too small to be crowning such a lush breast. Then down the other side, backs of her fingers trailing over the girlish row of ribs, before sliding into the water where her lower body was submerged.
"You look like a real mermaid sunning herself on a rock," Dee whispered.
"I am a real mermaid," Skye said. "Can I get up now?"
Dee ignored that. "Tell me about Belle," she commanded, her fingers gliding teasingly over the girl's abdomen.
Skye opened her eyes. "She's coming today. Bringing the two other mermaids back."
Dee's hand stilled. "What other mermaids?"
"Zoe and Sasha. They were here before you came. Belle took them away so I could have you to myself."
Dee ignored her smug expression. "Who are they? What are they like?" Her mind buzzed with possibilities.
"I don't know if I should tell you," Skye teased. "You might prefer them to me."
Dee bent and gave her a kiss that left both of them breathless. "Tell me," she ordered, and Skye relented.
"Sasha is just beautiful," she said, her voice taking on a dreamy tone. "She has skin the colour of coffee and eyes like black velvet and she wears the most exquisite jewellery. She's a belly dancer, and when she moves…" Skye closed her eyes in silent rapture.
"What?" Dee poked her. "Tell me."
Skye sighed theatrically. "She's so exotic, so… sinuous. Then there's her taste…"
Dee knew this was her punishment for teasing Skye earlier but she was intrigued enough to go along with it.
"You've tasted her?"
Skye licked her lips. "Every fragrant inch," she bragged, "from the emerald in her head-dress to the rings on her toes, and everything in between."
Dee licked her own lips, imagining the creamy brown skin under her tongue. "Belle's bringing her here this morning?"
Skye opened her eyes and looked at Dee. "Oh. No, you can't…" She shook her head. "Zoe won't let you near Sasha. She's very jealous."
"But you said — "
"I had Sasha before Zoe came and they got together. Before you came and we…" Skye trailed off and if Dee hadn't known better she'd swear the girl was embarrassed.
"So they're a couple, and we're a couple? No swapping."
Skye looked relieved. "Yes. That's it."
Dee nodded, keeping her thoughts to herself. "Then obviously you haven't had Zoe?"
"No." Skye looked away and Dee could tell she regretted boasting about Sasha. She didn't seem inclined to say more, but Dee asked anyway. "What's she like? Zoe."
Skye sighed, then pushed herself upright on the rock. Her breasts swayed invitingly. "Zoe." She thought for a minute. "Tall. Red hair. Pale skin. Always angry."
"You can talk." Dee shot back.
Skye looked affronted for a second, then smiled slowly. "You love me anyway."
"I want you anyway," Dee corrected, determined to be honest with Skye on that level. "Even if you don't have scales, Mademoiselle Mermaid." Her hand slid over the girl's long thighs as she pushed her back down. "And how is it that you have legs?" she asked as she parted them to gain entry for her questing fingers.
Skye's chest rose and fell, and Dee found she had to lean forward and take one of those pebbled nipples into her mouth, to taste it's salty flavour, to savour the warmth and femininity of it, and the way it made her stomach liquid with desire.
Skye made to rise, to return the caresses but Dee pushed her back down. "Lie still. Close your eyes," she ordered, and surprisingly, Skye obeyed. Dee took this uncharacteristic submission as another gift and wasted no time enjoying it.
As Skye had feasted on her earlier, she now feasted on the much larger bounty of her 'nymph' tangling one hand in Skye's hair to hold her head as she transferred her attention from mouth to breast. Dee's other hand, beneath the water, was buried in shorter blond hair that clung to her fingers like silken seaweed. "Tell me about Belle," she ordered, intent on retaining her current domination. "Have you had her? What did she taste like?"
"That tarantula," Skye said, her breathing quickening as Dee moved down her body to kiss the undersides of her heavy breasts. "She never lets me touch her. She…" Skye sighed and arched her back.
"Go on," Dee breathed, sliding further down until she was positioned between Skye's legs. "Tell me what Belle does with you?" she asked as she gently parted the damp blonde curls to access the succulence she was intent on devouring. "Does she do this?" Dee tasted the exquisitely sensitive flesh, feeling Skye shudder at the slight touch. "Does she make you come?"
"Don't, Wendee," Skye said, her head shaking from side to side. "Don't talk about her while you're… Ohhh. Wendee, please. It's too strong."
"Tell me," Dee ordered, lightening her touch, teasing the girl with her tongue as she herself had been teased. "Tell me what Belle does to you." Dee wanted to know more about the enigmatic petit femme who had brought her to this aquatic idyll.
"It's always the same," Skye panted. "She talks to me. Says things." Her knuckles whitened where she gripped the rock, her body stiff.
"What things?" Dee murmured against the delicious salty flesh, wanting to bite, to suck hard, but managing to restrain herself.
"Bad things. Ahhh." Skye's hips bucked and Dee moved away to her inner thigh, intent on forestalling the orgasm as long as possible. She wanted to hear about Belle and she knew Skye wouldn't tell unless she was given a good incentive.
"What bad things?" Dee bit the skin that covered the girl's hard thigh muscle, tugging on it gently.
Skye panted harder. "She tells me a story. A horrible story."
Dee was intrigued. "Does she touch you?"
"She ties me up in the middle of the pavilion. Arms and legs… spread. She tells me if I make a noise she'll stop. Then she hits me."
Dee paused, captivated by the thought of the tiny Belle imposing her violent will on an amazon like Skye. It sounded too incredible to be true. "What does she hit you with?"
"That riding crop… The one she carries. Please." Skye pushed her hips up and Dee moved back to the moist pink flesh that quivered so delicately under her tongue.
"Talk," she commanded.
"She beats my ass till it burns." Skye whimpered at the memory and Dee immediately slid her hands around to cup those firm cheeks, squeezing them hard enough to hurt. Again the hips rose. "Then she slaps my breasts… makes them sting unbearably. And all the time she tells me this horrible, horrible story."
"Do you become aroused?" Dee slid her thumb into Skye's puckered back entrance.
"Ohhh." Skye fell silent and Dee stopped.
"Yes, I want it," she hurried on. "But I want her to touch me with those tiny hands and she won't. She just keeps hitting me and I ache so much to be touched between the legs that I think I'll go mad." Skye's hips were undulating now and Dee knew she must be close. "I want to beg her but I know if I speak she'll stop. I don't want her to stop. I don't ever want her to stop. I have to bite my lip. It bleeds."
"Do you come?" Dee asked, teasing around the pouted pith of this most delicious of fruits, moving her thumb slowly against Skye's undulations. In. Out. "Does she let you?"
"Let me. Let me," Skye begged, panting, and Dee felt a sudden sympathico with Belle. How exhilarating to torture someone with the weapon of pleasure.
She reached up and pinched one of Skye's nipples. The girl moaned loudly and Dee felt a kick of excitement in her stomach. She squeezed harder and Skye writhed against her, still panting, "Let me. Let me."
Dee teased with her mouth and penetrated with her thumb but her concentration was on Skye's nipples. Pain, pleasure. Skye moaned louder. Dee had it now.
"Let me. Let me. Belle. Belle," Skye panted, her eyes closed.
Dee reached across to squeeze the other nipple, twisting it cruelly, and Skye cried out. Her hips shuddered as the orgasm took her, but Dee, not content with what she'd accomplished, sought to prolong the spasm. Her mouth latched onto the oversensitive nub of flesh and no matter how much Skye writhed, she wouldn't relinquish it.
"Make it stop. Make it stop," Skye cried, but Dee held on, her mind exploding with the knowledge of her power as Skye's body exploded beneath hers again and again until finally the girl was whimpering in distress. Still Dee rode her bucking body, eking out the last vestiges of sensation, continuing past the point where she knew Skye would be numb and sore.
Finally Skye stopped pleading and Dee found some reason. Pushing herself away from the trembling legs, she stood and looked down at the panting, sinking body. A vague, disassociated horror at what she'd just done filled her mind but she blocked it out.
The balance in their relationship had changed. She was exploring that change. It was in her nature.
"I'm going to get ready for Belle," she said.
Skye's eyelids fluttered open. She'd slumped into the water, her breasts bobbing just below the surface. "Belle?" she echoed vacantly.
"I want to talk to her about Sasha," Dee said. "And meet Zoe. See if we get on."
Skye stared up at her. "You don't want me any more."
"I want variety," Dee said. "I'm not monogamous."
"What about us?" Skye bit her luscious bottom lip to stop it trembling.
Dee knew she should be sorry, but if anything she was frustrated. “You won’t explore,” she said and shook her head. “You refuse to even consider letting a man touch you.”
Skye jerked backwards in the water, her expression horrified, and Dee felt sad then for all the things she’d never do with her.
“I wanted to share you with them,” she said. “I wanted to see Xavion fucking you. I wanted to lick you while you were eating Christophe.”
The beautiful blonde shuddered, her breasts jiggling enticingly in the water. “I can’t do that,” she whispered and wrapped her arms across her chest.
“Won’t do it,” Dee clarified.
“I don’t want men,” Skye wailed. “They’re ugly. I only want — ”
“I didn’t want women before I met you,” Dee snapped. “Why can’t you try — ”
“No!” Skye hugged herself, gritting her teeth. “I can’t. Don’t ask me.”
“Fine!” Dee closed her eyes, and in the seconds that followed she realised it was a pointless discussion. Skye would never change. “I’m done here,” she said, and when Skye opened her mouth to argue she added, "It's up to Peter anyway." Then she turned and started wading off towards their pavilion. Part of her felt sorry for Skye, but another part was angry. Why couldn't people just enjoy sex? Why did they have to make it difficult?
"I'm not worth getting upset about," she said over her shoulder. "Belle will find you another playmate. I'll talk to her."
"But I want you," Skye whispered, too softly for Dee to hear. Then the world blurred and she couldn't see her love walking away. She closed her eyes. "I don't want anyone else." A sob welled in her throat but she choked it back and sank beneath the water like the mermaid that she was so her tears could be lost in its transparent embrace.