"I see you've met Monica."
Kelly froze, stunned by the sudden realization that she knew exactly who this wanton beauty was in their shower. Corm's arms were tight around her, wrapping her in his strong, safe embrace. She leaned against him, her chest heaving with a heady mixture of fear and anticipation as she waited for him to say something more, to explain why her tormentor was suddenly in their home. Corm's body was hot against hers, and she could feel his thick shaft pressed between them.
A long moment passed, giving her overwhelmed mind time to unleash its fears.
She was afraid because this woman knew what she was capable of, had seen her brought to the very edge of her own sanity and then topple over into the abyss of her lusts. Had helped plunge her into that abyss. She was still terribly embarrassed by what she'd done that night in the restaurant; still slightly horrified that she was capable of that kind of behavior.
That incident, coupled with her outrageous display of self-confidence at the costume party, had convinced Kelly that she hadn't even begun to master her own hunger.
It wasn't a state Kelly was eager to return to, for she remembered all too well the look of alarm on Corm's face. Never mind that he'd taken her to that edge, never mind that he'd pushed her over. Clearly her unfettered descent into her appetites bothered him on some level.
Would this stranger be her undoing a third time?
Corm's embrace tightened a little, a sure sign he knew she was wrestling with the situation before her.
Was she judging the stranger unfairly?
Kelly believed that part of the reason Corm had pushed her so far was to impress this Monica person.
But had he?
No. Now that she thought about it, it hadn't been his actions that had determined that night -- just as at the costume party, her actions in the restaurant had been her own.
She was being unfair; projecting her own misgivings at what she'd done onto a total stranger, onto her lover.
Kelly bit her lower lip and resolved to be strong, to remain open to what delights might come. She trusted Corm implicitly; and though she was afraid of what she might do, she was also excited by what she would do so as not to disappoint him.
She leaned against his chest, and murmured, "She can stay."
Corm smiled down at her and kissed her nose. "Get in."
"Hmmm?" She'd been so distracted by her worries she wasn't really paying attention. Kelly had expected him to respond, but not like this.
But the idea of it ... all three of them ... together ... it was so ... sinful.
Her hunger stirred ... renewing the heat she'd felt for Monica just minutes before. Suddenly Kelly decided she wanted this, not just to please him, but for herself. That long, lingering kiss with Cate ... the electric thrill of another woman's hands where they shouldn't be ...
She wanted more of that..
Besides, the smell of him, full of sun and sand and his sweat, proved a heady aroma; it was making her dizzy in a very pleasant way. She'd been turned on before from watching Monica, but that had been different, more of a light white wine to the bold reds of her lust for him on the beach just a half hour before.
Kelly liked watching Monica touch herself in the shower, but she craved Corm's cock. And now, with it pressed between them, pulsing with life and hunger, her pussy flooded anew in response. She didn't want to get in the shower, she wanted to get down on her knees and suck him off.
She ground her hips against him, purring up at him. "What, love?"
He noted with pleasure that her blue eyes were losing their sparkle, becoming dull as Kelly began to lose herself.
"I said, get in the shower." He ran his hands across the broad expanse of her back, relishing how smooth her skin felt beneath his touch. Her body was still oiled from the beach, and she felt like silk.
He wanted her then, right there, and only for himself. He craved her, and would have gladly thrown Monica out of the room if it would have served his purpose.
But plans were plans, and while Monica was a day early, he knew that things needed to go forward if Kelly was to be properly trained. This was the next step, to introduce her to the other women in his life; to make her understand that she could strive to be first, but never the only.
"Get in the shower. Monica will wash you so that we can all go out." He did his best not to smile, but knew that she could see the hint of a smirk on his face. Kelly was too smart not to know that the shower would be more than a shower, just as she knew that the chances of them actually going out were slim.
His lover pouted for a minute and then smiled and spun out of his embrace. She took three steps into the waiting embrace of the hot water and Monica's open arms.
Corm felt his cock twitch with anticipation as he watched her hips sway.
Goddamn, but he wanted her!
Kelly gasped with pleasure as Monica opened her arms and pulled her into an embrace under the hot streams of water. The feeling of the strange woman's lush body against hers was electric, full of a raw sexual energy that was different than anything she'd ever felt before.
This was not flirting or suggestive comments, this was not a drunken liaison that had to be steadfastly ignored the next morning, and it wasn't an encounter brought on by jealousy and alcohol.
This was here and now, this was real.
It was deliberate, full of tension and energy.
It was something that was going to stay with her, and it was something that was going to stay with them as a couple. Even now, loitering on the edge of her sexual fugue, Kelly knew that she was at a waypoint of sorts.
Monica's aggression was something Kelly had not expected; but she didn't shy away from it either. After all, the woman pressed tightly against her was gorgeous, and stirred a hunger in her that Kelly hadn't truly felt in a long, long time.
Obviously this was something Corm had anticipated, for he didn't seem at all taken aback at the fact that there was a naked woman in his shower -- and an uninvited one at that.
The nymph's body was a delirious combination of hard, toned muscles, and full soft curves; her breasts pressed against Kelly's own, even as one taut leg hooked around her to pull Kelly closer. There was a subtle contrast between their skin tones, Kelly's hue being a shade or two paler than the more athletic Monica.
