Free Initiation (Gypsy Harts #1) by C. D. Breadner

could feel it everywhere, and Coral moved her hips over her fingers, bringing her in contact with her clit. Coral gave a moan, then Oakley pressed two finger to either side and started rubbing back and forth.
    Coral did the exact same thing to her, moments after she started. Oakley’s cry was a surprise, unexpected, and the sensations made it difficult to focus on what her own hand was doing. She fought to pay attention even as her own emotions were building, cresting, until…
    “Oh yes, yes, yes, Oakley, fuck, that’s it!”
    Her own release was silent, eyes pressed closed, upper teeth in her lower lip. The tremors eventually stopped, making her become aware of the moment again.
    Coral was smiling down at her. “Very good, honey. Doesn’t that feel better?”
    Oakley blinked a few times, nodding with the thrill still running through her blood. It did feel better. A definite relief.
    Coral tilted her head up with a knuckle. “It’s just sex. It’s beautiful, but it’s not mystical communion. It just feels good. Right?”
    Oakley nodded.
    “We don’t need to feel guilty about enjoying ourselves. That was what men used to try to do to us. We don’t need that shit. Right?”
    Oakley took a deep breath then nodded again. Coral tilted her head to the side. “How can anyone say this is wrong and disgusting?” the woman whispered in her ear.
    There was Em, back against the wall, boots and pants off now, one leg thrown over the shoulder of the black woman who had buried her face at the juncture of Em’s legs. Em had her wild, thick hair in her hands and was whimpering, panting, her stomach flexing with each breath. Her eyes were closed, face up to the roof.
    “It’s beautiful, isn’t it?”
    Oakley nodded, and as Coral slid off her lap Em’s eyes opened and her head tilted to the side, locking eyes with Oakley.
    She was relaxed, so at peace, and as she caught Em’s gaze she couldn’t help but smile. Em returned it, then she was off and screaming, her body rocking through her orgasm. It was gorgeous to watch, all those muscles tightening and flexing. When it was over the woman on the ground was smiling up at Em, then lowered herself backwards into the bedding behind her.
    With a final look at Oakley Em got to her knees and crawled up over the woman, kissing her back into the pillows and blankets. Dark arms wrapped around Em and Oakley had to look away.
    Coral was kissing the woman on the other side of her now. Feeling like she was once again an intruder, Oakley retied the waistband of her pants and picked up her lantern.
    She resumed patrolling the halls. When Em caught up with her about a half hour later nothing was said.

Chapter Five
     
    “You got this Oakley, Five more, you can do it. Fuck you, don’t think of stopping.”
    Oakley grit her teeth and willed her muscles to move. The weights in each hand were getting heavier the more she swung them around, if that was even possible.
    But at least it was the end of the work out. When their torture session was complete she helped Em straighten up the gymnasium, returning everything they’d used to its proper place. The commune didn’t have a wealth of space, but as long as everything got put away the storage system was impressive. Of course, that came from the fact they were in a school where things could hardly be left strewn all over.
    It was mid-afternoon. The kitchen would be preparing the evening meal, and she could smell the beginning of preparations. But the raised voices weren’t normal, and it sounded like there was something awfully exciting going on.
    It was days after that patrol night—four, to be exact. No one was saying anything about it, but it had been a relief. That night Oakley had slept without dreams. And no one was giving her odd looks or trying to make her feel off about any of it. Even Coral was back to how she had been before that night.
    What happened was usual. As much a part of the day as exercise of mealtime.
    As they made their