Where the Climate's Sultry

17

It was past three o'clock when Briony finally got back to her room and quietly turned the key in the lock. Her heart skipped a beat when she saw that the lamp on the bedside table was on. Julia wasn't slow in laying into her roommate.

'Enjoy fucking whoever it is you've been fucking?' she asked - the very definition of a woman scorned.

Briony thought of lying but decided to play for time. She hadn't sorted a story out, anyway.

'I didn't think you'd be awake,' she responded weakly.

'So, if I'd slept through, everything would have been just fine, would it? For god's sake, Briony, what sort of a person are you?'

'It was just a moment of weakness. I'm sorry.'

'A moment of weakness? With that old friend you just happened to meet in the toilet?'

'It wasn't an old friend. This woman came on to me in the washroom, yes. But I'd never met her before.'

'Oh, right, so that makes everything okay, does it? Did you ever stop to think how I might feel? No, of course not. Stupid question.'

'Look, I'm sorry -'

'Oh, fuck off! I don't want you sleeping in this room tonight. Why don't you fuck off back to your new friend's room. I'm sure she'll be very happy to lick your black cunt out again. It is a "she", I suppose?'

'Well, if you feel like that, I'll go, of course. First, I'm going to take a shower, though.'

'Suit yourself, but why not have one in her room? Maybe she would do your back.'

Briony went to the bathroom and got in the shower. She was sorry in one way that she would be washing away Lisa's special scent and her aura so soon, but she knew she must do so if she wanted to follow through with her plan. That plan involved, not returning to Room 437, but sleeping next door, with Tina. She'd spoken to her late the previous evening and knew she would be alone. Hopefully, she wouldn't freak her out.

She slipped into her T-shirt and a pair of yoga pants and went through the connecting door into Tina's room. Tina (a notoriously heavy sleeper) was away with the fairies and didn't change her breathing rhythm or move a muscle. Briony slipped in on the side she supposed Hunter had slept on, and her thoughts turned to the unfinished business she had with him. She had heard from the others about his fearsome girth, and was determined that she would not only give him a proper BJ but also deepthroat him.

She wondered if Lisa would be up for a threesome. She didn't know how long she was staying and of course she couldn't be sure that she liked cock. But, she thought, there was cock and then there was

Hunter's

cock. Or so she had been told.

Briony hadn't been in bed long when Tina started to sleep talk.

'It must be about that Federico or whatever he was called,' thought Briony, remembering how full of this Italian bloke Tina had been yesterday evening.

Although Briony couldn't pick up what Tina was saying, Tina was clearly having an erotic dream. She'd more or less kicked off the duvet on her side (and most of Briony's too) and while Briony couldn't be sure, she was pretty certain that she had her fingers in her pussy under the satin short pyjamas she liked to wear.

Listening to Tina getting off right beside her had a powerful effect on Briony, who allowed her fingers to slip under her yoga pants into the pussy which had only recently been eaten out by Lisa. A kaleidoscope of images spun through Briony's mind: Lisa ravaging her in the washroom, Hunter challenging her to take his cock in her mouth, Julia forgiving her for her infidelity and proving it by sitting on her face and making her come, and now Tina unable to resist as she drives her tongue into her pussy.

Briony would never know whether Tina knew it was she who was in the bed beside her from the start, but she always thought the blonde did know. Anyway, once her dream ended, Tina rolled across the bed and put her arms round Briony, who found herself quickly extracting her finger from her pussy, which was now slick with her juices. Briony got the feeling right from the beginning that Tina knew exactly what she was doing. She might have retained the air of someone who was sleepwalking but Briony reckoned it was because she didn't want to face up to what she was doing, and what she

wanted

to do. It was very much in character for her to bury her head in the sand about things.

So it was Tina who made the first move, Tina whose hands sought out Briony's boobs through the thin fabric of her T-shirt. Briony waited for Tina to kiss her, but didn't want to make it easy for her. There was no leaning in for the kiss, no hug - nothing at all. Briony believed Tina should face up to her feelings, admit to herself what she would prefer to deny, what she would prefer to pretend didn't even exist.

Still keeping her eyes closed (since this made her believe she wasn't responsible for what she was doing), Tina pushed Briony's T-shirt up above her breasts. Taking a quick peek in the murky light, she could just about make out the nipples if she looked at them from a particular angle that showed them up silhouetted against the light coming in through the gap between the curtains.

She bent down and took one nipple in her mouth, squeezing the other breast with her hand. Briony thought these were hardly the actions of someone sampling lesbian love for the first time. Still Briony did nothing. She knew that Tina felt more comfortable working as it were on a lifeless statue than on a living human being. That would change in time, but for now Briony was happy to play along with Tina's little game.

And she was good. Damned good. When she slipped her free hand under the elastic of Briony's polyester pants and cupped her mound, Briony understood she was in the hands of, if not an expert, then at least someone with experience and very probably a good teacher. It was only after she had kissed Briony - gently, at first, just lips on lips - that she dropped her middle finger into the black girl's sodden pussy. Briony couldn't prevent a sigh escaping her lips, even if it was swallowed up in Tina's mouth.

18

The expression of Briony's arousal acted like an aphrodisiac on Tina, who got serious with both her mouth and her fingers. She introduced her tongue, which was soon twirling with Briony's as they explored each other's mouth. She withdrew it briefly before sticking it out for her friend to suck - a service she performed with much enthusiasm and skill. Meantime, her middle finger had been joined first by the index and then by the ring finger. Tina really got off on the squelching sound as the fingers went deep and then almost came out of her pussy.

Tina knew she couldn't put it off any longer. She bounced down the bed, threw the bit of duvet that still remained on the bed onto the floor and yanked down Briony's yoga pants. She was going to let them stay bunched up around her ankles but decided they'd only get in the way there so took the trouble of pulling the things right off her legs before tossing them onto the floor.

She still hadn't said a word (well, neither of them had), as if she wanted to make believe that she was still really acting as if under a spell. Now the goal of all her efforts lay right in front of her and she wasn't going to miss out on anything this beautiful treasure had to offer. It may have been dark but Tina didn't need any help in locating Briony's box. As her tongue made its way up her ankles, calves and thighs, she was drawn in by the scent of the woman.

'It's funny,' Tina thought. 'I'd never really thought about Briony as anything more than a friend. Not until I saw her making out with Julia. It wasn't Julia that I was looking at when the were making out on the couch. It was definitely Briony. The way she took control and dominated Julia, I knew then I wanted to have her.'

Now, in reality (not in a fantasy) she was about to have her. She didn't know exactly why she had come into her room in the middle of the night, but she knew that Julia must have kicked her out. She thought they must have had an argument. Never in her wildest dreams did she imagine that she'd been with another woman. If she'd have known that she was about to become the third woman that night to share a bed with Briony, there's no saying what Tina might have done. But ignorance is bliss, as someone once said, and so, Tina thought, as her tongue made contact with Briony's folds, is this girl's pussy.

Far from feeling jaded, Briony was right up for this encounter. She'd always found Tina attractive but rather too much of a bimbo for her taste. She liked women (and men) who stimulated her mentally as well as physically. That was probably why tonight had worked out so well. There had been no time to think about things, no preparations to complete, no clothes to think about wearing - nothing like that. Everything had happened so spontaneously and so suddenly, and as a result the sparks had flown and the powder keg of desire had exploded into a fireball. Or it was certainly about to.

Briony's pussy yielded like a perfect meringue - firm on the outside, chewy on the inside - and it tasted just as good too.

'A dollop of double cream would go so well with this,' Tina thought.

Tina's didn't let her hands remain idle, using one to massage Briony's breasts while the other worked on her shapely ass. Briony, who had lost count of how many times she had come in the last 24 hours, prepared to climax again. They called these holidays 'Sun, sand and sex' and the only part Briony hadn't experienced was the sand. She wondered if there were any sandy beaches on Santorini. She'd definitely visit one today if she could find one.

'O my god,' cried Briony, as all thoughts of beaches and sunbathing were banished from her mind by Tina's skilful tongue.

She had located the black girl's vaginal opening and was rimming it at speed, like a speed skater hurtling around an ice rink. Briony clenched the bedsheets as she felt the climax approaching. Tina had no need to proceed any deeper before Briony had come in her mouth, her tongue lapping up the sweet juices, which tasted like kiwi fruit.

Without giving Briony the chance to take control - or even recover - Tina had placed herself unerringly on the black woman's face. The message was clear and Tina was very much on message that night. Briony parted what she felt with her fingers to be the thin lips of Tina's undersized pussy and shifted her body slightly so she could inhale the womanly aroma that had assaulted her senses. While her nose was there, she used it to penetrate Tina's vulva, drawing gasps of appreciation from the blonde. At the same time, she grabbed hold of her tits, quite roughly, without finesse, and hit the jackpot.

'Yes, dominate me, you amazon!' Tina growled.

Then, changing continents, as befitted one with only a rudimentary education, she added, 'Treat me like you would if you caught a white woman in the jungle!'

Briony wasn't sure how to take this casual racism, but now was no time for an intervention or for educating Tina about diversity, inclusion and equality.

'You got it, babe,' Briony replied.

And then, putting on her best Jamaican accent, 'Yuh white bitches nuh nuttin bout eatin pussy!'

Briony began making long sweeping strokes with her tongue across Tina's outer lips, while pinching her nipples and slapping her breasts with the back of her hands.

'Don't! Don't stop!' yelled Tina.

'Fuck it! This bitch loves to be dominated,' thought Briony, who was fully enjoying the opportunity to play the dom role.

The chance was just too good to pass up. Briony had to give the blonde beauty a volley of abuse, even if it meant a break from her tongue work.

'You dress like a slut. You behave like a whore. You take cock wherever you can find it. You prostitute yourself for black pussy!'

Tina remained silent, which was definitely the wrong option.

'You are a slut. You're no better than white trash!'

The abuse had the desired effect on Tina.

'I'm a slut and a whore. And I crave black pussy.'

'You're a disgrace to your race. You want to make yourself a slave. What are you, Tina?'

The use of her name Tina found powerfully erotic. She wanted Briony's tongue back inside her, working its black magic.

'White trash,' she said. 'I'm white trash.'

Satisfied with her confessions, Briony returned to the business of bringing Tina off, not forgetting to treat the girl's tiny tits with the contempt they deserved - a contempt that she seemed to mistake for a form of love play. Briony drove her long tongue deep inside Tina and the impact was instantaneous, as Tina simply could take no more, bucking about on top of the older girl, yelling at the top of her voice.

Next door, Julia, who had opened the connecting door and had been following events for the last ten minutes or so - able to see little but turned on beyond measure by what she had heard - stood with her back arched, one hand holding onto the desk for support, the other with its fingers deep inside her pussy. Her orgasm followed swiftly upon Tina's, her moans muffled by the blonde girl's screams.

As she quietly closed the door and returned to bed, she reflected on the events of the past few days, realising that she had somehow come of age. She had had to come to terms with desire and jealousy, love and hatred, but she felt stronger for it, stronger as a woman and a more rounded person.

Next door, Tina lay on top of Briony, wanting more, kissing her as if this was their last night on earth. Sensing her need, Briony flipped Tina over and moved on top of her in a sixty-nine position. It was still dark inside the room, as the first fingers of light heralded the dawn in the world outside, but that was no barrier to the two women, as they applied themselves to the task of moving their relationship to another level with a languid period of sensuous lovemaking.