Emily lay panting, trying to control her breathing, trying to master her anxiety, while a part of her continued to worry:
when would it be over? When would
Naomi be done? Would she always be in synch with her friend's body?
But then, just like the future memories, the feeling passed, like a double exposed photograph had been returned to normal, the shadow image gone. Her own body's sensations remained, her core needy, her cunt lips sore and swollen, engorged and aroused, her rosebud spread open, clutching the butt plug pushing into her rectum. Only her nipples seemed to be calm, pressed against the bedspread. She could hear Cos just down the hall, fiddling with something at the bookcase.
She pushed herself up and onto her feet, groaning, her body protesting. "A shower," she whispered to the room, moving slowly, tentatively, confirming her body had come back to her. She waved to him as she walked into the bathroom, not even sure he'd seen her. Under the spray, the water beating into her muscles, she finally began to relax, her shoulders dropping, gently circling her head to stretch her scalenes, the tenderness there reminding her how much tension she was holding. "Fuckkkkk," she exhaled bubbles under the spray, shaking her head at the latest development.
What the fuck have I done?
She turned her back to the spray and spread her cheeks, to wash away the lube. Lathering up, she rubbed down her crack, feeling how tender the area was, soaping further down, washing the slime past her inner thighs and across her cunt lips. The memory of Naomi cumming, feeling her masturbating, feeling her vibrator entering her, how she moved it to increase her arousal. It was so different, so
off
, so
slippery
. Slippery. That was the word for it. Naomi's pleasure was slippery compared to Em's. And having given it a name, somehow that made it easier to think about. She breathed easier, turning again to face the spray, filling her mouth with the stream and fountaining it back out.
Slippery.
She returned to the memory, the feeling, only it was fading, too
slippery
to hold onto. It had been shadowy enough in the moment, trying to recall it like trying to recall a dream: so real when it was happening, so distant and ephemeral to recall.
Drying off, she stared at herself, scanning her reflection from her hair to her knees, the image staring back at her both familiar and completely new. She had crossed two bridges today and she knew she couldn't go back: she had given herself up to Cos, twice, had truly given up any resistance to him, had truly let him use her for his own pleasure. Even as she understood it was something she needed, something she wanted, the shame of it was still raw, still real, the tendril responding to her internal struggle. And she had somehow bonded with Naomi in a way that was unimaginable. The thought of what she'd captured in the containers flashed back.
Should she even try to figure out what the fuck this thing is? Is it too dangerous?
In her room she thought about what she should wear, and then laughed, thinking how quickly they would all be naked. Everyone already knew it, and then she remembered that Allison and Sarah probably didn't. And, while she pondered her clothes, her thoughts drifted to those two, remembering the text from Sarah. She looked for her phone. Tapping and sliding to get back to Sarah's text, she looked up when Cos walked in.
"Gotta do a few tweaks in here."
She nodded, glancing back to her phone, a tiny twinge at the idea that again she was standing naked while a totally gorgeous guy just walked by her. She shook her head, noticing two new texts, her heart jumping as her thoughts raced. From Sarah:
💦😻
amazing! Call me if you want!!
Em smiled. Sarah never sounded that excited. If it was about Complicit, which she figured it was, it only meant that her suspicions were correct: Complicit affected women's relationships differently.
The other was from Steph asking what she could bring and should she come over early.
It was 6:15. Her stomach growled. She needed to eat. She'd put her clothes in the room already, so there wasn't much more to do to prepare. Throwing on a workout outfit, she headed down to the kitchen, calling Sarah back.
"Yeah? So, it's good, right?"
"Fuck! Em! You wouldn't believe what Allison and I have been doing..."
Em smiled at how Sarah's words were almost identical to what Caroline and Steph had said the week before. She relaxed hearing Sarah's excitement, so different from her usual serenity. She went into details, almost gushing, as if she needed to explain it to Em, as if Em wouldn't have understood if Sarah hadn't spelled it out. Allison had been skeptical; something changed last night and then all of a sudden she agreed to be more adventuresome. Sarah went into few details but her feelings were contagious. Em's smile widened.
"So, we're definitely coming over there. 7:30, right?"
Em laughed. "Come over any time. We'd said 8, but I know people are talking about coming early." She paused. "And Sarah? Ummm, other than you and Allison trying some stuff out, have either of you had any..." How to say this without sounding like a total whack job? "Yeah, uhn, any hallucinations...?"
"What? Hallucinations!? No! Well," she breathed, "at least I haven't. I figure Al would have said something to me if she had...hallucinations?"
"Yeah. No worries. You'd know it if you had them. 'S'okay. Ummm...you guys'll be okay if a few of us aren't totally dressed, right?"
Sarah laughed. "What are you talking about? It's a BLN, right? You're kidding, right?"
"Yeah, it's a BLN, but it's going to be really bare naked tonight, if it goes like I think it will." She could feel her cunt lips swelling a little against the cotton jersey.
"Em? Right. Like, I get it. Is there a problem?"
