“Play with yourself,” Clara suggested, moving her hand down to rub her clitoral area as they ground their crotches together.
Shamira followed the suggestion, causing little blinking lights to appear in her head. Her other hand was pinching and tugging at her own nipples, remembering how good it felt when it was Clara’s hands and mouth doing the teasing. They bumped and ground and generally pleasured themselves for a while, with Shamira reaching orgasm again first.
Clara grinned, her hair a mess as she kept her hips moving. ‘She really is beautiful,’ she thought, looking at Shamira’s taut body as it lay content on the bed. But Shamira’s hand wasn’t inactive, drifting over to help Clara stimulate herself, pushing down on Clara’s hand as it circled her clit and swollen lips. It wasn’t long before the Native American woman was cumming again.
“You’re getting better at this,” Clara said, falling back on the bed chuckling. “I’ll make a full blown slut out of you yet.”
Shamira closed her eyes and forced herself to breathe. It was a relaxing gesture, and it helped her think. ‘Is that what I want?’
Clara pulled away, removing the double-ended sex toy and tossing it idly to the floor. She lay on top of Shamira, kissing her lips, then waiting for those eyes to open.
“What?” Shamira said at last.
“Tomorrow, do me a favor. Look at the list of your fantasies. Watch the video of your night with me. Then think about whether or not anything you see or feel is really wrong.” She kissed Shamira again, rubbing her body over the top of her lover’s. “Take as much time as you need, and let Shane know. But if you do –” Clara stopped. She didn’t know how to say the next part.
“What?” Shamira propped herself up on her elbows.
“This isn’t an ultimatum, I just want you to know that.”
“What isn’t an ultimatum?”
Clara sat up. “You’re only going to be able to be ‘confused’ for so long. You told Shane that you were all in, but it’s clear that you’re not quite. And the next time . . . well, –”
“Next time I’m either in or . . . what? I have to leave?” Suddenly, Shamira wasn’t in the mood anymore.
“You know the rules. Live in this house, abide by the lifestyle. Don’t, and you work for Shane but remotely.” Clara caressed her friend’s cheek. “I really like having you here. I think you belong here, but Shane runs his house his way. To make exceptions is to appear weak to his adversaries.”
Shamira got out of bed. She didn’t know why she was upset, since Clara was right; she already knew all this. “How long do you think I have?”
“I think that Shane will be more patient with you than he might with others, but don’t say that you’re ready again if you’re not.” Clara looked on as Shamira started to get dressed. “Listen, don’t be mad,” she said, wondering if she should have just let Shane explain. “Come back to bed. Please?”
“I just think I should go find Renata and apologize and everything while I still can.”
‘This girl is so damn reactionary!’ Clara thought, jumping to her feet. Still naked, she got in front of Shamira, wrapped her arms around the woman, kissed her briefly, and then stared her in the eyes. “Please? I shouldn’t have said anything. I’m sure you have plenty of time to figure things out.” She gave Shamira her doe-eyed look, and saw the woman melt a little. “Doesn’t getting naked and coming back to bed sound better than getting dressed and storming out?”
She slipped her hand down into the panties that Shamira had hastily thrown on, curling her fingers between the folds of the woman’s sex. “Not everything has to be an emergency. Ride to the airport with Renata tomorrow if you really want to talk to her, and then jump back.” She kissed the side of Shamira’s neck, continuing to use her fingers and noticing that Shamira wasn’t exactly fighting back.
It was really hard for Shamira to argue with Clara. The woman made too much sense, was far too sensual for words, and those damn kisses just made Shamira an intellectual vegetable.
“I still have a bag of goodies and we have two hours until sunrise.” She quickened her finger motions and pressed her body against Shamira, making sure those fingers couldn’t escape. “Wouldn’t you rather cum a dozen more times –”
“Okay, you’ve talked me into it!” Shamira said with a laugh and a moan. “You’re really hard to be annoyed around. You know this, right?”
“It’s a gift,” Clara said, leading her friend back to bed.
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Sometime that day . . .
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Shamira felt a light tapping on her shoulder. There were many things she didn’t want at the moment, and being awake was one of them. She and Clara were still tangled up in each other’s arms, legs, and Shamira’s nice cotton sheets. Slowly the muscular amazon opened one eye and looked up to see a grinning Renata standing over the bed.
“Got an email you wanted to tag along to the airport?”
“I di-nuh send nuh m-mail n-body,” she muttered. “Choo?”
Clara had stirred a bit and nodded. She was a bit more coherent, but not much. “You napped off. Logged on real fast. Knew you wouldn’t have slept much, so I told her to come by.” Clara grinned and kissed her. Shamira responded shyly at first, but each kiss seemed to energize her a bit. “Now get your cute butt in gear and get dressed. I’m goin’ back . . . sleep.”
“Last night, you wanted me naked. Now it’s ‘get dressed.’ Make up yer mind.”
Clara grinned again, curled up her legs and then thrust Shamira out of bed. “Get movin.’ I’ll talk to Shane.”
“Hey!” a naked and slightly embarrassed Shamira replied. “My bed!”
Clara rolled to the edge of the bed, kissed her again, then rolled back to the middle. “Mine now. You go.”
“Bitch,” Shamira replied, standing up and throwing on another set of clothes. She threw on a tight pair of jeans, not even bothering with underwear, a sleeveless western-style black shirt which she tied off at the middle, her black hat and one of her pairs of deliciously comfortable custom-made cowboy boots.
“Damn,” Clara said, “Now I kind of wish I were going with,” she added, eyeballing her friend. “Some girls can just make jeans work.”
“She most definitely can,” Renata said, her own grin sultry and appreciative.
“Stop looking at me like I’m a piece of meat,” Shamira shot back good-naturedly.
“If you looked like a piece of meat, I’d drag your carcass into a tree and nibble on you for a couple of days.”
“Yeah, like THAT’S not a double-entendre.”
“Shut up and let’s go. There’s a wreck on 75 just north of the perimeter, so we’re going to have some waiting.”
Shamira followed the werejaguar to the garage and climbed into —
“A Jaguar?” Shamira asked. “Isn’t that a little bit of shameless self-promotion?”
Renata shrugged. “It was pretty, I asked for it, Shane bought it for me. He’d get you something more to your tastes if you want.”
“Me figuring out what my tastes are seems to be one of the problems,” Shamira said, buckling down and diving into her apology. “Listen, I’m sorry about the other night. I behaved childishly. It’s just that it was my first time ever to wear the big-girl pants and –”
“And I took a crap in them before –” Renata stopped and made a face as she revved the Jaguar’s engine. “Let’s pretend I didn’t say that and try and scour the visual from our brains.”
“Way too late,” Shamira replied as she made a gagging motion.
“Listen, you did everything right. Something you just probably didn’t realize is that you were in the process of making a contract with the faeries. A verbal contract yeah, but a contract nonetheless. And in the magical world, you have to be really, really careful about contracts, because they will come back to bite you in the ass, and not in a good way.”
“And I haven’t even figured out what I got myself in for yet. I should’ve done some research yesterday.”
“How could you?” smirked Renata. “I mean, you had football to watch, Clara to make out with, EFIs to kill, Clara to have sex with . . . your day was swamped.”
Shamira covered her face in shame. “I did spend a lot of yesterday with Clara. I probably could’ve taken some time when she and Henry got into it.”
“What this time? Don’t tell me, let me guess. Either the gratuitous use of Native American culture by imperialist Western culture, casinos, or Columbus Day?”
“The first one. Are the other ones –”
“Don’t even get her started on Columbus Day. When that day rolls around, nobody brings it up, and we glare at anyone who does. Otherwise, she’ll give you the entire speech about ‘That Damn Bastard,’ and that one can go on for hours. But speaking of Clara,” Renata added slyly, “you two seem to be getting awfully chummy.”
“She’s really great.” Shamira smiled. “She really makes a new girl feel at home. I just wonder how long it’ll be home.”
“Hey, Clara never made ME feel at home like that. Sure she dominated me and all, but . . . what do you mean ‘how long’?” Renata looked really worried. “You’re not leaving are you? Listen, I really am sorry about stepping on your toes, and I figure we could work out a way so that I could signal you if I want you to confer –”
“It’s not that,” Shamira interrupted. “Clara reminded me of what you were talking about, my inability to commit to this lifestyle and that if I don’t get my act together I won’t be allowed to stay.”
“Something tells me that’s not exactly how Clara put it.”
“Close enough.”
“Shamira, Shane will give you time. Remember, the only reason you submitted to him and Clara is because you said you were ready. He wasn’t going to force you or rush you. The one thing you can’t do is play the role of ‘seduced’ all the time.”
“What do you mean? Seduction really didn’t have much to do with it.”
Renata rolled her eyes, but she was smiling again. “No, it’s that stereotype, you know? The girl, or guy, who does the ‘unspeakable’ at night, then claims the next morning that she was seduced, or intoxicated, or whatever. Someone who always has an excuse. I don’t see you being like that. You just don’t seem to know for sure. Just don’t go crying wolf.”
“Why? Raul will show up?”
“A joke! I knew you weren’t a lost cause,” Renata said. “Besides, you’re already doing a bit better outside of your comfort zone.”
Shamira pursed her eyebrows. “How so?”
“By the looks of things when I walked in, you spent a good amount of time having sex with another woman. Admittedly, it WAS Clara and she IS hot, but did you think three weeks ago that you’d ever be able to do that? Because you sure don’t seem to feel guilty about it.”
Shamira’s eyes opened wide. “You’re right,” she muttered. “I don’t. Hey, that wasn’t some kind of therapy was it?” The notion that the amazing sex she had enjoyed might have been just “training” made her uneasy.
“With Clara? Lady, I’ve rarely seen her get intimate with anyone but her donors in a non-dominating capacity in the years that I’ve known her. She did it because she seems to like you. Don’t let that paranoid mind of yours think otherwise.”
Shamira was able to drop the idea more easily than she would have guessed. Everything about her time with Clara so far seemed so genuine to her. It really felt natural. And if that fantasy was truly something she could enjoy, why not the others?