by Emma Rose
Holly stood up straight, looked around quickly to verify Cami’s threat and turned to go back to her own table.
“Losers,” she called as she walked on, the string of girls following behind.
“My sister is there,” Maralee said. Cami wasn’t quite sure if the tiny, blonde girl was talking to her or the water. “In Happy Day. She has problems. She cuts herself. She’s hurt inside.”
“Sorry,” Cami replied glumly, not quite sure what to do with a girl who just confessed her sister was in the state mental asylum while keeping a death grip on a plastic bottle of Deer Park.
“I’m Maralee Snow,” she said, putting down the water and reaching out to shake Cami’s hand like a bad car salesman.
“I’m Camellia Hill,” Cami answered, shaking Maralee’s cold, smooth hand. “So, now that the water is holding all your fear, are you going to drink it?”
“Don’t be silly,” Maralee smiled at her new—and only—friend as if she suggested the unthinkable. “Drinking it would just put the fear back in me. I’ll wait ’til after the test and then it will have no power.”
Maralee had a way of making everything spiritual. From calling the school mascot, a rampaging grizzly bear, “Ursa” to the night she had her first sexual experience in the back of Darren Rhodes’ truck after the homecoming bonfire and said she had just sacrificed her virginity to the goddess—the youngest of the four Snow girls was unique.
Guests were already arriving and sitting on the cushions around the fire pit, their clothes in bags and baskets in the changing room made out of an old shed in the back yard, when Cami took off her dress and folded it neatly. She looked at her body in the full-length mirror of her friend’s hallway. Ample flesh and wide hips did nothing to dissuade her from walking naked into the group. Her areolas the color of cherrywood and her neatly trimmed triangle of hair were more than inviting enough for any masked man attending. There was one she hoped would be particularly interested.
Guests in masks lounged on the cushions snacking on cheese and crackers, sipping their punch and letting their eyes adjust to the amount of nudity gathered in the circle. Maralee never joined the pre-greeting social time. She felt it important for people to get used to being naked in the open after spending so much of the time living in the “dressed” world, but she stayed in the kitchen chanting and preparing herself for the goddess.
Cami found a place by the fire and began a conversation with a couple on how she kept her garden soil vibrant through winter when a finger traced her spine from lower back to neck, giving her the shivers. She turned to see a man in a black mask, stocky and broad-shouldered with an unforgettable smile. She gestured for him to sit down. He did so, placing his hand upon her upper thigh as if he was claiming her. Cami stared straight at the fire, her own warmth spreading downward.
“Beautiful evening,” the man said wistfully, reaching out with a confident hand to trace the circles around her nipples, causing them to rise expectantly.
“I’ve been meaning to call you,” Cami said quietly, swallowing hard to stem her arousal. “I’m sorry I gave you the wrong formula. I didn’t know until it was too late…”
“Water under the bridge, my dear.” The man responded. “I took a risk and it didn’t pay off. That’s business. This,” he said as he took her hand and placed it on his erect member, “is personal.”
Eddie leaned back, enjoying the feeling of her soft skin gently rubbing him, and watched as the rest of Grafton’s elite indulged their senses as well. Masked men and women of all shapes and sizes began to put down their cups and turn toward the fire as Maralee emerged from her house full of splendor.
At 5’3” and 113 pounds, Maralee Snow didn’t normally create a lot of presence when she walked into a room. However, on this night with the full moon glowing on her expansive back yard, the fire pit raging and new age drum music filling the air with pulsating rhythms, the ethereal woman seemed to tower over her guests. Her long, red robe parted seductively, revealing her nude body underneath. Her arms and legs were adorned in brass and gold bracelets honoring the moon goddess. She stopped in front of the fire as the flames seemed to jump higher at her bidding. She raised her arms and began her chant.
Circle, circle sister friends.
Circle all my brothers bare.
Raise your hands up to the moonlight,
With the goddess our love share.
Rise, Diana, in our circle,
Rise and take your place with us.
We invite you to this moment.
Come to bless and mate with us.
The group rose as she spoke, lifting their arms in a circle around the fire pit, waving back and forth reciting the poem three times. Eddie joined in, though it was all he could do to keep from giggling when the group of naked trust-funders would say the words “come” and “mate.” His mind was clearly less on the round, full moon and more on Cami’s proud, full breasts. Finally the song just turned into a chant of the word “rise” as the drum music got faster and people began to move and dance to its pulse, touching and kissing one another.
Cami reached and stroked him again, this time with more purpose as he leaned down to kiss her roughly, devouring her with his strength and passion. Wrapping his arms around her and holding her close, the drums and the chants and the fire all seemed to fade into the background as Eddie’s kiss pulled her into a more private and desirable place. At some point, as people began to join in couples and groupings, the crowd disbursed to the hammocks, swings, mats and pillows. Maralee took off her robe and joined a group of men intent on filling her with more than spirit.
Knowing it was Eddie’s first time with what her best friend called “sex magick,” Cami took the lead and pulled him toward a secluded mat under a weeping willow. They sat down together, continuing the kiss. One of Maralee’s underground speaker-rocks was nearby so the whole earth seemed to be pulsing with power of their passion.
Eddie put his hand between her legs, his rough palm rubbing her mound. He took it away for just a moment and slapped her breast hard, seeing the immediate rise of her hips and smile on her face. Pushing her down on the mat, he pressed between her divided legs and plunged his face into her cleavage, biting and licking at her breasts while his red handprint rose on the white flesh. Cami wrapped herself around him, her legs lifting instinctively as she begged him to enter her.
He shifted to the side for a moment and she readied herself for his entry. Then he took his hand from her side, lifted it as if to tease her and bit down on her nipple while slapping her mound hard three times. Cami gasped with the sudden shock of pain that merged into pleasure.
“Yesssss,” she whispered as she tilted her head back. Eddie continued rhythmically slapping her pussy and devouring her breasts. He leaned up just long enough to nibble her ear lobe and put his mouth right beside her ear.
“I’m gonna fuck you so hard the moon will shatter when we’re done,” he growled, his hot breath in her ear making her flesh rise and her body flood. She felt his manhood opening her as he thrust roughly inside her. No gentle finger entering, no slow edging in and out, just a rough forward movement filling her completely. She grabbed his thighs, hoping to pull him in further, gripping and hanging on to him as she laid there under the moon, impaled by his cock.
The sound of his balls smacking against her as he pushed harder and faster into her wet slit rang through the open air. Her breathing became short bursts of air as he pushed against her, lifting her with his thrusts. She wrapped her legs around his, feeling less like herself and more an extension of his body, absorbing the lust and madness of the night in quick, hard, pounding movements. Her clasping, wet channel began spasming on his cock without control.
It was a new sensation to her. It wasn’t a build up and let yourself go kind of orgasm. It was longer, seemingly continuous convulsing on his cock completely out of her control. Her jaw dropped and locked, her hands cramped and her pussy gripped and opened around him as her soundless orgasm made her en
tire body tremor beneath him. He exploded in her in spurts, glob after glob filling her deep in her core. He withdrew and pressed his weight down on her for a moment. Kissing her breasts tenderly, he nuzzled one of the bite marks around her nipple with his nose.
“Afraid that might last a bit,” Eddie chuckled, turning to the side and turning her body so she could rest her head on his chest.
“Hope so,” Cami sighed, enjoying the summer air and her still trembling body.
Together they watched as the fire dwindled in the pit and the night grew darker. People began rising from their lovemaking, restoring themselves to dressed individuals and walking back through Maralee’s gate to the clothed, unmasked world which held no mystery.
“Come home with me,” Eddie whispered gently, a far cry from the growling, devouring lover he had just been.
“I can’t. I have to help Mar clean up. There are cups, food and well…” She pointed down to the large wet area they left of the mat. “Things that need to be washed.”
“I see. Then come over tomorrow for dinner. I’ll get us a private table at La Folie. They have the best quail anywhere and their soufflé is nearly as delicious as you.”
“Do you slap it off the table before you eat it?” she said with a flirting sarcasm only Eddie would enjoy.
“I will if it turns you on,” he sparred. “I prefer an early dinner so be at my house at 4:30 p.m., dressed for five-star and ready for anything.”
The two parted with a quick kiss and Cami went inside to put on some clothes and get started with the chores.
“One thing I don’t like about Diana is she never cleans up her mess,” Cami chuckled to Maralee as they started picking up pillows and placing them in the large laundry bins. She pondered her illicit attraction to the enemy of her boss and lover.
“Have you ever heard of a place called La Folie? I’m going there with Eddie tomorrow night. I’ll tell Tyler I have a cold and can’t go out.”
“La Folie? Never heard of it. Probably in DC. Tyler is so dreamy and sweet. What on earth could you possibly see in Eddie Dunning?” Maralee asked. Now that the fire was out and her own body had been through release, she was back to being a real person again.
“See, here’s the thing,” Cami struggled to explain. “If I was with Tyler and told him I had to stay and clean up, he would be right here helping me. He wouldn’t even complain about having to use the steam cleaner to get everyone’s fluids off your stuff. But Eddie didn’t stay. Cleaning up other people’s mess isn’t what he does. He expects it to be cleaned up. He’s got a quality—a roughness—that Tyler, bless his heart, will never have. Tyler is pure, sweet vanilla. Eddie is rich chocolate sin.”
“So you love Tyler but you crave Eddie?” Her friend asked while scrubbing out the punch bowl. “Isn’t there some old thing about not being able to have your cake and eat it too?”
“I don’t want to eat the cake,” Cami replied, plugging in the steamer. “I just want to visit the bakery now and then.”
***
At size 18, a little black dress wasn’t in Cami’s wardrobe, but a slightly fuller black dress with a plunging neckline and small slit up the side looked ideal for a night on the town. She picked three-inch stilettos to create the perfect picture of danger and romance. The shoes weren’t the most comfortable things in the world, but she was hoping to spend most of her night off her feet, and ending it out of her clothes altogether. A tiny, black clutch purse just big enough for a wallet and keys made her ensemble complete.
Lying to Tyler wasn’t as easy as she thought. Cami wrestled with the guilt of telling him she wasn’t feeling well and getting out of their date to spend time with Eddie. Tyler was so sweet and would never do anything to hurt her. Maybe that was the problem. Willing herself to believe her desire for Eddie was a passing fad while her love for Tyler might last a lifetime, she called, fake coughed and did a pretty good stage sneeze. She told him she needed to rest for the weekend and she would see him Monday morning at work at 9:00 on the dot.
Cami drove her car up the hill to Eddie’s house, finding it odd he hadn’t sent a driver to get her this time. However, once she got out of her vehicle, she saw Eddie, resplendent in a stunning tailored suit, waiting in front of his limo with the driver.
“Out of one car, into another,” he laughed as he waited for her to enter the limo before joining her in the back seat. “But don’t worry. We will have plenty of time to talk on the plane.”
“Plane?” Cami blurted as the limo pulled away from the curve and headed toward Grafton’s private airstrip. Many of the commuters in upper Grafton flew to the city or work each day in small private jets. Growing up in lower Grafton, Cami and Mare would watch the planes overhead and fantasize about what it would be like to fly to work. Of course, in Maralee’s fairy tale fantasies she didn’t need a plane to fly.
“I told you I would get us a private table at La Folie and we would be eating an early dinner. I am a man of my word.”
“That’s lovely, Eddie. Where exactly is this place?”
“San Francisco, of course.”
“CALIFORNIA?” Cami shouted, causing the driver to step on the brakes for a moment. “I can’t go to California. Are you crazy?”
“Relax,” Eddie counseled and patted her on the leg as if she were some sort of hysteric he was trying to calm down. “In a private jet it’s a five hour flight. We will be in San Fran around 10:00 p.m. our time, which is actually 7:00 p.m. their time. So, it’s early for dinner. After we eat, we will be back Sunday morning around 3:00 a.m. I know it’s longer than you expected to stay out, but I don’t think your mom is going to ground you, is she?”
“It’s fine,” Cami demurred. Her head was spinning. How on earth did a girl who grew up in a trailer in lower Grafton end up taking a cross country flight for dinner? This was Cinderella territory. “I was just really surprised, that’s all. I’ve never done anything like this.”
“If you like it, maybe next month we can get some baked Alaska in Sitka. It’s a beautiful Russian village on the Alaskan border—nicest people I’ve ever met.”
Cami nodded and went through the process of boarding the plane in a haze. She logged in her driver’s license, went through security and was escorted onto the waiting jet already powered up and humming on the tarmac. Airport staff treated Eddie like he was royalty. She knew Tyler had much more money than her date, but he would never spend it like this.
Settling in her seat, which was more like a recliner, Cami took in her surroundings. As Eddie chatted with the pilot, Cami quickly sent a text to Maralee.
“Going 2 dinner w/ Eddie in San Fran. Priv. Jet. Back Sun early AM.”
“She’s a brick…HOUSE…” Cami’s phone erupted. She hit the mute like the phone was on fire and whispered into it.
“Not now!”
“Are you being kidnapped by terrorists?” Maralee shouted loud enough to be heard in the cockpit.
“No! And I’m not deaf either. Talk normally.”
“I got this weird text. I thought maybe some Nigerian Prince was kidnapping you to remove your kidneys and sell them on the black market while making us pay a ransom for the money in your will or something.”
Cami shook her head at Maralee’s lack of knowledge about pop culture and her tendency to throw all the small pieces she managed to collect into one big stew.
“No, it’s true. He’s taking me to San Fran for dinner. Gotta go. Bye!” Cami shut off her phone and put it back in the little black purse, smiling at Eddie.
“Other than the ‘no phones’ rule, there is one more rule you’ll have to follow,” he said. “No work talk. I make it a policy to leave the office behind when the plan is strictly pleasure. Oh, and you have to fasten your seatbelt for takeoff. After that we are free to do whatever we want.”
A few minutes later the plane reached cruising altitude. Eddie offered Cami a cosmopolitan and poured a hefty two-fingers of Knob Creek for himself. Leaning back, they chatted about his love for f
lying and her enjoyment of reading crime thrillers. Cami tried hard not to look around the airplane as if she just “fell off the hay truck,” as her mom might say. She wanted to take some pictures to show Maralee, but didn’t want Eddie to know. She promised herself on the way back she’d find an excuse to get some snapshots.
Eddie told her about growing up in Grafton. His family came from the base of the mountain—not exactly the lower side of town, but certainly not where he lived now. As a child his father was a manager of the chemical plant owned by the company Eddie bought with some well placed investments and renamed Dunning Research Group. Eddie wasn’t a scientist or a businessman really. He described himself as a true entrepreneur. As the conversation moved along, Eddie’s hand managed to move from her knee all the way to her breast.
“So, with this plane, I imagine you are a charter member of the mile high club,” Cami giggled nervously. The Cosmo was certainly not strong enough to go to her head, but the altitude and atmosphere were definitely giving her a lift.
“Oh yes,” her host smiled, remembering the many stories his private cabin could tell. He was excited to add Cami to the table of contents. Eddie brushed Cami’s cheek with the back of his hand, kissed her deeply, then placed his hand behind her neck and began to gently pull her forward.
“Taking a bit for granted, aren’t we?” She leaned backward.
“Not at all, just investing.” Eddie used his other hand to unzip his slacks and reveal his erect penis, already glistening with anticipation.
“Looks like you want me to do the investing,” she countered.
“Perhaps,” he smiled, stroking himself with one hand while keeping the other firmly behind her neck. “You’re nicely dressed, hair perfect, hose perfect and made up beautiful for our dinner at one of the top spots in San Francisco. I don’t think you have more clothes or much make-up in your tiny purse. So, you don’t want to get too messy before dinner. This way, all you’ll have to do is reapply some lipstick. But on the way back, I promise you the ride of your life, full of energy, emotion and satisfaction—yours and mine.”
