Turning Point Ch 03

Author's Disclaimer: All characters depicted are over 18, etc. etc. Enjoy!

Author's Note: Special thanks to Novella23 for the inspiration for this story as well as the encouragement, ideas, and editing. Be sure to check out his stories for more on this theme.

This story contains implied heterosexual activities but does not describe them. Hopefully, that is not a problem either in its absence or minimal presence.

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I was a little embarrassed telling Jim about what the three of us had done. Not because there was anything wrong with it or that he didn't approve, on the contrary, he very much approved and was quite turned on by it. I was embarrassed because of how much I enjoyed it and I knew it was something my husband could never provide no matter how loving and accepting he was. The feel of a woman's soft, smooth skin pressing against my own, the way that they knew exactly how to give me maximum pleasure. I couldn't give that up now any more than I could give up breathing.

When I told him about inviting Charlie to the cabin for a weekend, he was thrilled. I was still a little confused about his excitement around me having sex with other women but I wasn't one to complain. I still enjoyed sex with Jim and talking about my escapades with Charlie and now Emma just fueled that to new levels.

The next couple of weeks were a haze of suggestive text messages and increasing excitement of which Jim was the main beneficiary. Without Charlie or Emma available, our marital antics got more frequent and desperate. Of course, Jim encouraged my imagination and descriptions of our lesbian rendezvous while we made love. It was all wonderful but I was still missing the reality of Charlie's touch, Emma's lips, their bodies pressed to mine.

I had no idea what it was going to be like spending two days alone in a remote cabin with Charlie. The weekend before, I went up to the cabin to clean and prepare everything. When the following Saturday morning came, I woke early and was completely packed and ready to go a full hour before she was supposed to pick me up. Even as I packed I could tell that I was already a little damp with excitement.

I saw Charlie's Miata pull into the driveway and jumped up. I kissed Jim goodbye and absently noted his mischievous smirk. He told me to have a good time but my mind was already in another place. Grabbing my bag, I rushed out to see the trunk of the small car pop open. I tossed my bag alongside several others, closed the trunk, and jogged to the passenger side.

When I opened the door, Emma was already sitting in the seat. There were only two seats in the vehicle, where was I supposed to go? Also, I was expecting it to be just the two of us. With what I considered a confused and mildly perturbed look, I bent down to let Charlie see my expression. She just smiled at me and raised one eyebrow.

"Well, are you going to get in?" she asked, as if the car wasn't already full.

"Get in where?" I retorted. "You want me to sit on the gear shift?"

Charlie waggled her eyebrows as she said, "While that would be fun I don't think it would be safe. Just sit in Emma's lap."

My expression turned to one of incredulity. "There's not a lot of room here, Charlie, I don't think..."

"You'll just have to snuggle up close," Charlie interrupted. "Emma doesn't mind."

The blonde girl smiled at me and patted the seat she exposed between her spread legs. I paused as I looked down at the space where she indicated and, for the first time, took in Emma's legs disappearing into a pair of jean shorts. Above that was a tight T-shirt with the faded design of some 90's band on it ripped in the middle of the neckline to show some enticing cleavage. Well, I guess squeezing in with her wouldn't be that bad, I thought.

"Fine," I replied still trying to sound a bit put off.

I climbed in and managed to get half of my rear onto the seat with the other half propped on Emma's thigh and pelvis. She wiggled like she was giving me more space but just managed to rub her crotch against my ass. I successfully closed the door even as the blonde wrapped her arms around my torso and pulled me against her.

After giving Charlie the address for the cabin, we were on our way. It took less than five minutes before Emma's lips were brushing against the right side of my neck away from Charlie's view. It was so subtle that I almost didn't notice and wasn't sure if it was intentional until I felt her lips move. It was less a kiss and more a massaging of my skin with her mouth. My own lips parted and I had to concentrate to control my breathing.

I looked over at Charlie who wasn't paying attention to us. She pressed some buttons on the console and some music began to play, a female group that I didn't recognize. It was good, kind of folksy, and Charlie started to sing along, her eyes completely on the road. Somehow, even though I knew she would approve, having Charlie right there while Emma secretly kissed my neck felt even more naughty.

As those thoughts were running through my head, Emma's tongue flicked behind my ear. I let out an involuntary squeak and then shifted ineffectually trying to cover my outburst.

"Sorry, just trying to get situated," I said with a forced smile.

My movement gave Emma a chance to get her right hand under the hem of my shirt, her fingers resting casually against the skin. As I settled back down, her lips wrapped around my earlobe and nibbled. I was more prepared this time and kept my composure even though I found myself gripping the door handle a bit hard.

As Charlie maneuvered us through the city toward the interstate, the nineteen-year-old's fingers began making spirals on my stomach even as her lips kept teasing my neck and ear. She was in no hurry so I forced myself to relax and just enjoy her attention. It had been so long since anyone had spent so much time just kissing and caressing me without immediately escalating into sex. It was...nice.

Before long, we were speeding down the interstate and I was butter in Emma's lap. I hardly noticed when her left hand, like her right, slipped under the material of my loose T-shirt and it, too, made lazy, unfocused movements. Laying my head back on her shoulder, I decided to just relax and enjoy the ride.

I must have dozed off because I suddenly felt Emma's left hand slip under the waistband of my shorts. Somehow she had untied the waist cord without me noticing. On my right side, I felt a bit of a breeze as the girl's hand went up to my breast and started searching for my nipple through my bra.

I looked over at Charlie who just looked back and smiled knowingly. Remembering that we were in a vehicle with clear windows, I looked to see if there were any cars next to us. We were just about to pass a blue SUV that looked to contain a family!

"Emma, someone is going to..." I started to complain but then took in a sharp breath as a finger dove between my legs and speared into me.

"I don't care," she whispered directly into my right ear.

I closed my legs and tried to wiggle away from her hand on my breast. It didn't get rid of her probing between my legs but it did halt her advance, at least I thought. Her right hand enveloped my tit and squeezed like she was grabbing onto a handle then her legs came around my midsection. In a couple of seconds, her tennis shoes were forcing my knees apart. Damn, she was strong!

"The more you struggle," Emma whispered, "the more attention we're going to draw."

The SUV was coming within visual range and I saw the guy driving start to look in our direction. I relaxed and tried to straighten up to look like we were just two friends scrunched into the front seat of a Miata. The two kids in the back had their heads down looking at devices and the mom, similarly, had her gaze downward looking at something of her own I couldn't see. The guy looked over made eye contact and smiled the obligatory grin of greeting. I smiled back and then looked away. In my peripheral vision, I could tell he did the same. A few seconds later, they were behind us.

Emma's fingers immediately started back up eliciting an exhale and pleasured groan from me. Again, the teen was not in any hurry. We still had almost an hour before we would reach the cabin and she was going to play with me the entire time.

She slowly fingered me for several minutes while also trying to keep my nipples hard by tweaking and scraping them with her fingernails through my bra. Then she increased the speed until I was sure she was going to make me cum only for her to suddenly slow way down.

At first, we would pause as we passed or were passed by cars, but as Emma continued to edge me and my frustration grew, I stopped caring about the other vehicles. After the fifth near climax killed by Emma's slowing, I was sweating despite the air conditioner. I leaned my head back on her shoulder, my heart pounding.

"Oh, you little bitch," I said weakly.

She giggled but then replied, "You know you like it."

I smiled up at the ceiling but said nothing.

"Come on, tell me you like it," she cajoled.

I rolled my head from side to side but was still smiling.

"Charlie," I whined, "tell her to let me cum." I felt like a little kid tattle-telling on her sister.

"This is between the two of you," Charlie replied. "I'm driving."

"If you admit you like it, I'll let you finish," Emma added and kissed my cheek.

My smile widened as I turned my head toward her and kissed her on the lips still angled in my direction.

"I like it," I said.

Emma's hand between my legs began to pick up the rhythm once again. At the same time, her other hand pushed under my bra for the first time and took hold of my already sensitive nipple. My eyes closed and I began to rock in time with her motions. Any consideration of passing onlookers was completely forgotten. The climax began to rise yet again and, like Charlie Brown running to kick Lucy's football, I feared she would just keep frustrating me at the last second.

But she kept getting faster and I kept climbing higher. My body was moving with her and the moans had become almost constant. I knew I was pressing back against her but couldn't stop.

"Kiss me," she said next to me but sounding so far away.

I turned my head and had her lips dancing with mine. When our tongues met, my body shook and I screamed into her mouth with the oncoming rush that was my begged for release. She kept up her motions and the kiss until I was spent. We kept making out until her fingers insinuated themselves between our embrace. We both licked and sucked on her fingers like two kids on the same ice cream cone. She pulled her hand away and we kept kissing.

It was at least a minute later when I opened my eyes to see a semi-truck matching speed with us and enjoying our show. I hid my face behind Emma in embarrassment but the blonde teen just smiled and waved at the guy. He blew his horn and then slowly drifted behind us. How long had he been there, I wondered, then realized I didn't care. There was a little thrill in being spotted.

I shifted so that I was sitting on Emma's left leg and put an arm over her shoulders. She put her left arm around my waist and the other hand rested on my thigh. The next time that a vehicle started to go past, I pulled her face toward me and kissed her. I closed my eyes as our lips touched but couldn't help but peak to see a middle-aged woman in the driver's seat with her mouth open. I made sure she could see my tongue reaching in to taste Emma's. I would never have been so brazen if it had been in front of someone I knew, but having strangers see me kissing another woman was arousing in a way I hadn't expected.

Emma noticed what I was doing and gave me a little smirk as the woman dropped back much faster than she had originally been going. We both laughed at her reaction.

As the next car approached, Emma turned my face to hers and then, while looking me in the eyes, lifted my shirt. She started squeezing and fondling my breast through my bra as the vehicle came alongside. We kept our eyes on each other even though we could tell in our peripheral vision that the car sped up momentarily to keep up before falling behind like the others.

A van was approaching quickly right after the previous one. I took a glance to see it had a stencil on the side labeling it belonged to some church. Emma's hand hadn't left my breast but was now pulling up the bra to expose it completely. My instinct was to quickly pull it back down but, instead, I gripped the girl's shoulder and arched my back slightly to present my naked breast to the world. I moaned as she pinched my nipple between her thumb and forefinger then tugged.

She leaned her head to kiss my neck just as the first of the van's passengers looked over. I could clearly see their elderly faces and could imagine what they were witnessing. Two young women making out in the front seat of a sports car, my naked breast on full display and being fondled by my blonde companion, my eyes half closed and my mouth making a lewd O as I moaned. What Emma was doing felt good but being watched amplified it in my mind.

The van went slowly but steadily past giving all of the occupants plenty of time to get a good view. I chuckled to myself wondering how many of them would be admitting to unclean thoughts next time they were in confessional. Despite the relatively recent orgasm, I was already keyed up again.

Shortly after that, we pulled off the interstate and I pulled my clothes back into place earning a pouty lip from Emma. Twenty minutes later, we turned onto the gravel road leading to our family's secluded cabin. Actually, 'road' is not the correct descriptor here. It was more of a path barely large enough for the car with two parallel gravel surfaces separated by a grassy area. I was a little worried that the Miata was going to bottom out in a couple of places but we managed without damaging Charlie's car.

The thick forest surrounding the path eventually opened up to a large clearing surrounding a rustic log cabin. The building was not huge but it wasn't small either. There were two decently sized bedrooms as well as a loft area that held an additional sleeping area. It also contained a full bath along with a fully stocked modern kitchen and a stone chimney jutted out from the roof on one side.

"Wow, this is really nice," Charlie commented.

"Thanks!" I replied. "It takes a lot to keep this place from falling apart."

When the vehicle stopped, I carefully extricated myself from Emma's lap and pulled out my keys.

"So where is the shed with all the sharp implements?" Emma asked completely deadpan as she stepped out.

I looked over at her trying to decide if she was serious.

"When the serial killer shows up, I want to know which direction they'll be coming from!" she finished with a smile.

I took another look at the cabin that I considered homey. With all the lights off and the overcast skies, it did kind of look like something from a horror movie.

"Ha, ha. Once we get inside and get the lights on it'll feel much better, I promise," I said encouragingly. I paused then added cheerfully, "Besides, no one has escaped from the insane asylum in weeks!"

Both women, who had just popped the trunk, turned and looked at me with a 'that's not funny' look but then Charlie snickered. Emma and I broke in response and the three of us got a good chuckle.

The Miata's trunk held more than I expected and not just because of its size. I had packed one small bag with toiletries and a change of clothes for tomorrow. It seemed like Charlie and Emma were planning for a week away.

"I think you may have overpacked," I noted.

Charlie handed me a bag that weighed more than I expected and rattled.

"Nope, just being prepared."

I wanted to ask, prepared for what, but decided that I didn't want to know the answer to that just yet and kept my mouth shut.

With each of us carrying a couple of bags, I unlocked the front door and led the three of us inside. On the left side as soon as we came in was a kitchen that looked amazingly modern even though it was embedded into the rustic brown of the wood. To the right was a large stone fireplace surrounded by plush seating of varying sizes. Large windows and French doors looked out the back side of the cottage, and a steep staircase led up just beside where the kitchen ended. Two internal doors under the staircase led to the two lower bedrooms one of which jutted out past the patio in the back.

I had spent many summer days at this cabin and, to me, everything was comforting and familiar. I was glad when I saw Charlie nod her approval. Emma, on the other hand, seemed more than pleased her attitude completely reversed from just moments ago.

"Oh, Sherry, this is amazing!" she exclaimed almost jogging into the living room. "Look at that fireplace! And those windows!"

She sat her bags on one of the sofas and ran to look out the back windows.

"There's an outdoor kitchen!" she shouted and looked back at me like she was giving me important new information.

Seeing the girl's exuberance brought a smile to my face that threatened to turn into a laugh. She ran to the bedroom doors and flung each of them open.

"These bedrooms are great! Hey, there's a shared bathroom!" the teen continued.

"Emma," Charlie called out, "come here, sweetie."

Emma froze at the sound of her name and she jogged over to Charlie when told. Her hands fidgeted like she was being scolded.

"You need to settle down," Charlie said like a mother trying to calm her child. "You remember your role today, right?"

The teen took a deep breath.

"Yes,...Mistress," she replied. Her eyes looked down but her hands continued to fidget.

"Then change into something more comfortable and wait here while Sherry and I unpack. Understand?"

There was a mischievous look in her eyes when the girl answered, "Yes, ma'am."

Charlie grabbed one of the bags Emma had dropped and started walking toward the bedrooms.

"Which one is our room?" she asked.

I grimaced and admitted that I hadn't expected Emma.

"I...thought it was just going to be, well, you and me. So I only made up the one bed," I apologized pointing to the master bedroom on the right.

"Oh, that's perfect," Charlie said continuing into the larger bedroom. "I didn't expect us to use more than one bed."

I followed her in and the two of us plopped the bags onto the bedspread. One made a distinctive rattle as I set it down.

Lowering my voice so that Emma couldn't hear me, I stepped up close to Charlie and spoke.

"Not that I mind, but...why didn't you tell me Emma was coming?" I asked.

"I told you I was going to bring some of my toys," she said like that answered the question. "Emma is my favorite toy." She began twirling a strand of my brown hair around one of her fingers. "At least for now," she breathed, moving as though she were going to kiss me before stepping back at the last second.

A shiver ran through me as I felt my jealousy for Emma spike. What the hell? Charlie had just called her a toy and insinuated that I could take her place. Worse, my first reaction was to be envious! I squashed the impulse immediately but, for a moment, I had wanted nothing more than to hear Charlie say that I was her favorite toy.

"So, what's in the extra bags?" I asked quickly trying to divert the topic away from my flushing cheeks.

Charlie smirked and opened one of the bags.

"Some of my other toys," she said and began pulling things out.

First came a couple of ordinary dildos although one had a suction cup on one end. Those were followed by more dildos of slightly bigger size including one that looked like the tip of some sea monster's tentacle.

"What the hell is that for?" I asked as the blonde woman held the purple-colored piece of rubber with little octopus-like suckers interspersed along one side.