Free Bonding Camp by Christelle Mirin

entered Lauren’s mouth slowly.
    Lauren accepted the intrusion, warmth beginning to crawl up the back of her legs toward her center. She stroked Crystal’s finger with her tongue. Cinnamon burst in her mouth. She watched Crystal’s eyes. They were hooded and smoky, watching Lauren suck the cinnamon from her finger. Lauren wrapped the fingers of one of her hands around Crystal’s wrist, holding her hand in place while pulling Crystal’s finger from her mouth. When she slid her tongue down the side of Crystal’s finger then licked the sensitive place between the index and middle fingers, she heard Crystal suck in a breath.
    “You want to do something decadent, don’t you, Lauren?” Crystal asked, taking her hand back from Lauren’s grasp and placing it again on her shoulder. “Look at me,” she said, her face drawing nearer, close enough their noses almost touched. “Now, lean back.” She put gentle pressure on Lauren’s shoulder, easing her to her side, then onto her back.
    Lauren shifted, very aware that she was now completely exposed on the table. Instead of causing her embarrassment, her senses were heightened, her nerve endings buzzing.

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    Crystal rose to stand beside the table, her eyes traveling over Lauren’s body with intensity. “Beautiful, just beautiful. What do you think, Missy?”
    “She’s lovely,” Missy replied from across the room.
    Crystal smiled and caught Lauren’s gaze. “Missy, would you please come and finish Lauren’s massage? I have something else I’d like to do.”
    “Of course,” Missy said.
    Lauren heard Missy rise from her chair and come up beside the table near her feet. She heard the sound of lotion spurting from a bottle then felt hands, slick and warm, caressing her ankles. Lauren sighed.
    Crystal leaned over her, propping one hand on the left side of Lauren’s head while the other hand rested on her shoulder. “Feels nice, yes?”
    “Yes.” Missy worked the tense muscles of her calves, sliding up to her knees. Lauren could feel the special tingle of the lotion, the heat that followed the tingle.
    Crystal leaned closer, her full breasts coming in contact with Lauren’s. “We want you to feel good, feel pampered. Here, at bonding camp, you’ll feel anything you want to feel.” She raised the hand on Lauren’s shoulder and stroked her cheek. “I want to make you feel heaven.” Then she leaned down, and for the first time, Lauren began to learn what it felt like to be kissed by a woman.
    Crystal’s lips were soft and full. They slid over Lauren’s, her tongue flicking out to taste.
    Lauren accepted the kiss, the gentleness of it spreading warmth throughout her body. She closed her eyes, parted her lips, and invited Crystal into the heat of her mouth.
    Moaning, Crystal didn’t hesitate. Her tongue delved into Lauren’s mouth, her hand catching her cheek to hold her.
    Lauren’s arms moved of their own volition, wrapping around Crystal’s naked shoulders and pulling her in. Their tongues tangled, 68
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    their breath hot and moist. Lauren sighed into the other woman’s mouth then drew it back into her own. Crystal shifted, pressing against Lauren, her full breasts slick with lotion, sliding against Lauren’s body.
    All the while, Missy’s hands worked from below, edging their way up her body, tantalizing with their experienced maneuvers.
    Coming up for air, Crystal licked her lips. “You taste wonderful.
    Now, I want to taste more of you.”
    Lauren gasped when Crystal moved down, her mouth capturing her left nipple in her mouth. Instantly, her nipple pearled, tightening.
    “Mmm,” Crystal moaned, her breath coming heavier. She stopped for a moment and looked up at Lauren. “Watch me.” Then she dipped her head again, her eyes large and seething hot.
    Lauren tilted her chin down, her hands on Crystal’s shoulders, her gaze locked with the woman’s who was sucking at her breast.
    Crystal’s full lips circled her