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I would have never pictured myself doing this. Being this nervous, excited, and scared. The scent of the day’s open market still clung to the cobblestone of our path, mixing in with the salty, wet air of the ocean. Everything felt so peaceful at night, from the dim but plentiful fairy lights to the closed stalls waiting for the next day’s adventures. My heart felt out of place, the only thing frantically pacing and beating faster than the stillness surrounding us. I didn’t think it would get any faster but Nerissa’s fingers snagged in mine and those soft, barely spoken words were whispered to me.
“Do you... Do you want to come back with us?”
Basking in Paradise
Author: Satashi Inspired by: jukarrr Artist: TibsSketches
An Airbnb. They were tourists after all. It made sense when she thought about it; how they randomly appeared in her life on nothing more than a whim. Two girls flashing in her life in a way that was both as confusing as they were breathtaking. In only two meetings they had captivated her, working past her usual defensive walls not with the force of a demolition but the safety and carefulness of knocking.
The air between them all was heavy with anticipation and humidity but it felt familiar in a way. They had always been together doing things that were slightly dangerous, enough to charge the air with excitement and adrenaline. Only now it was mixed with the stillness of a rented apartment room decorated in the most outlandish, touristy things that she had grown so used to that it almost felt like a familiar place to be.
She was pretty sure Nerissa had chosen it, probably for the gimmicky bamboo walls. Shiori seemed to be someone who would prioritise being closer to things than aesthetics.
“You’re smiling.” Shiori broke the silence with soft words shortly after she closed the front door behind them all. “You were walking so stiffly, I was worried we pressured you.”
“Uhm, no, I’m...” Elizabeth removed her hand from Nerissa’s grasp to run it through her still damp, curling hair. The moment she did the nervous tick she felt like she already missed that embrace between her fingers. “I’m... happy.”
“No second thoughts?” Nerissa’s voice was hopeful and kind.
“No, I... want to... to...” Her hands began to waffle around, mind working overtime to try and figure out what she wanted. Normally she was the guide, the one with more knowledge, a hometown advantage and practiced ease in leading others. Now she was with two women, a guest in their temporary home, and she wasn’t exactly sure what that meant.
Nerissa was so close to her, their hands reaching to hold onto her arm and guide her toward the couch in the livingroom. It was small, just barely big enough to fit all three while being crushed together, but it was a safe place to start. “If you ever feel like you want to change your mind...”
She exhaled a soft laugh, eyes softening at their attempt to settle her in. “You sound like me talking to Shiori atop that cliff.”
Nerissa sat down first, their hands still up to hold upon her arm. “And you talked her into diving.”
“And I dove,” Shiori spoke from behind her and suddenly Liz felt another body at her back. Smaller, weaker, more frail than their partner but somehow feeling more intimidating in how their fingers began to ghost along her sides. It wasn’t a full embrace but it offered one. An invitation of contact, gentle in how it was asked of her.
“...You dove,” Liz repeated the words while being eased down onto the couch. She was turned to face Nerissa, who had a smile that she was sure she would never forget. Honest, open, and inviting. On a face that was becoming tan from the sun’s rays, surrounded by hair that looked like it had been attempted to be flattened but curled from the area’s humidity.
Soft lips, glossed in chapstick.
Nerissa’s hands slid upwards, taking her time in exploring the taunt muscles of strong arms. Memories came back of those arms grabbing her on the raft, their hands locking carabiners to hooks to help her repel. She took her time to trace biceps under that white tee they wore before moving upwards to caress their hair. Finger slid around her ears and gently pulled to ease them into the idea of leaning forward.
Red eyes flicked from Nerissa’s to glance to the side, almost as if seeking Shiori’s approval before continuing. What she found was the other girl still next to her, one knee on the couch and the other leg on the floor so they could be in a position to watch.
“Don’t worry,” the smaller one told her in a soothing voice full of understanding. “This is new for us too... but we want to try it.” They eased in closer with grace, pushing up against her side and back, curling around a little to place one hand on Nerissa’s to ease Elizabeth’s chin upwards so she could move in.
Their lips touched and their breathing hitched. Shiori had acted first, taking the lead when she hesitated. It was a short kiss but the lingering impact it had was obvious. Elizabeth’s cheeks had darkened, their pupils dilating and breath getting shorter. She couldn’t remember the last time she had been kissed. Some date back in high school. Certainly not from someone as amazing as the one pulling back from her, or near as pretty as the other woman who claimed her attention again.
“Kiss her,” Shiori spoke softly. They moved more to her back sitting on the couch and helping her lean in to give Nerissa the same, gentle kiss that they had shared.
It was similar but different. Shiori’s lips were dry and a little chapped. Nerissa’s were full and soft, clearly having been taken care of better while out in the sun. The realization came shortly after they pulled apart and Liz’s cheeks flushed. She had just kissed two different girls in less than a minute. On top of that, one was starting to rub at her sides while the other was caressing her arms.
She was caught in the middle of foreplay and even she could recognize the signs. Questioning breaths were against her neck from Shiori as they took their time before starting to leave little pecks of kisses upon her skin. Nerissa’s hands were exploring her sides, teasing the idea of going up and under her shirt. They were on a couch, at night, after leaving a bar, and at least two of them had drunk a little liquid courage to help the night start.
Nerissa kisses her again, a little more firmly, and her breath caught in her throat when she felt a tongue slip along her lips. She might have pulled back in shock had it not been for Shiori, who was awkwardly trying to rub up against her back while all being positioned in half-turns, half-sitting upon the couch.
Shiori finally seemed to be done waiting for any signs to stop and she heard them take a small breath against her ear before feeling a small, slimy tongue run up along her shoulder to her neck. She gasped and instantly Nerissa’s tongue was in her mouth. Teeth slid against her flesh and suction soon followed but her mind was torn between the sensation of her first hickey being paired with her first french kiss.
She didn’t know what to do, where to place her hands, or how to even react. A tongue pushed against her own and she instinctively lifted it to allow slow twirling around it. Shiori pulled from her neck, kissed the soft, small bruise of a mark they left, and pushed against her back a little harder.
Elizabeth leaned into Nerissa, encouraged by their girlfriend, and allowed her own tongue to follow theirs into the other girl’s mouth. They tasted sweet and sour, like a twang of a mocktail rimmed in sugar and spritzed with lemon. Their mouth was slightly sticky with saliva, the flavor clinging to her tongue and making the underlying taste of Nerissa mix with the scent of coconut scented sunscreen and tropical flower perfume they wore.
The kiss broke and she gasped for air as subtly as she could. Her shoulders were lifting with her breaths, intoxicating scents of two women flooding her nose. Shiori was halfway beside her again, still leaning on one knee to give a half straddle so they could guide her face back to look at her for a moment.
Just like that, she was kissing Shiori and Nerissa was pushing her barely dried red hair out of the way so they could leave their own mark on the opposite side of her neck. The long haired girl was much more forward than Shiori was, going to scrape teeth against her skin more firmly from the get-go. Their lips pursed and there was a slight sting that followed it.
When she managed to finally remember to breathe, a groan escaped her lips. Shiori’s fingertips traced the line of her jaw, encouraging the sounds so that she could drink them in with guiding kisses and a noticeable smile curling their lips. When they parted for air, Liz opened her eyes to see the most beautiful, golden irises in her life. The fairy lights of the airbnb were made for mood and atmosphere more than illumination and it seemed as if the string of small lights had all converged into one spot, and that was in the eyes of the girl before her.
“Gosh you’re so pretty.”
Shiori’s expression changed from longing to endearing and soon they exhaled something like a mix between a giggle and wordless thank you. They leaned in a bit more, nose brushing her own, and after a second of expecting another kiss, Liz realized that it was an affectionate nuzzle, a nose-to-nose kiss.
“Bedroom?” Shiori asked it softly, their hands moving to take one of Elizabeth’s to hold for encouragement.
Nerissa whined gently. “But we just started... I don’t want to stop yet.”
Shiori chuckled again. “You horny girl, you can make it fifteen steps to the bed.”
Liz suddenly remembered that she could talk and answered as softly as she could. “I... I’m okay with either?”
Again Shiori smiled. It was one that she had seen before, in fleeting glances, during their time together. Gentle but powerful, firm in a way that commanded obedience but didn’t promise retaliation. A gentle dom; in control by choice. It made the redhead’s tummy swarm with butterflies and gave a light, airy feeling.
She could submit to that. Even if she was stronger, could probably carry them both to the bedroom by slinging one over her shoulder and plucking the other up under her arm, there was just something about those golden eyes that offered a silent reward for following them.
“...Bedroom, then.” She finally answered. Nerissa whined again and she saw the amused and familiar gaze from the other. Without any need for words, she began to understand their dynamic. Nerissa was needy - a soft bottom who demanded love and affection with cute looks and pouted lips. Shiori was a top, possibly more, guiding and firm with gentle touches and unspoken promises that led to willing submission.
And she, if anything, was able to accommodate both of them.
“Come, I’ll carry you.” Elizabeth allowed herself to get up after Shiori, her body twisting to slide an arm under knees and one behind Nerissa’s back. With one pull, she hefted them up into a bridal carry, much to the shock and joy of the one being lifted.
“Oh gosh! So strong!” Nerissa clung to her neck, feet kicking excitedly off to the side. “See, Shiori? I told you she could lift me!”
“You weigh much less than a raft, my little river girl.”
Shiori chuckled again, clearly impressed but okay walking the path on her own two feet. “Careful, if you spoil her too much, she’ll start to ask me to do it.”
Liz followed obediently, both out of admiration of how they carried themself as well as curiosity of what it promised. A girl that came only to her shoulders, that was so much thinner than her. She felt two conflicting emotions in her chest while following. One was submissive and excited, like a puppy being promised a treat for obeying commands, and the other, more flaring emotion was wanting those golden eyes to look up at her like Nerissa’s had, full of trust and longing.
“I bet she could lift us both,” Nerissa was still excitedly squealing about being carried to bed. “Could you?”
“I could,” she bragged gently. Not cocky, nor imposing, but just truth.
“Toss her on the bed?” Shiori pointed and suddenly that flirty, smooth talking girl they had seen over their adventures together was back.
“Don’t you dare-aahh!” Nerissa’s plea was replaced by a short but powerful screech as they took to the air. A small arch, safe and calculated, was made as they flew to the bed and bounced upon it. Indignation was the first emotion to be given back, but it was quickly replaced by blushing cheeks and an awkward but warm smile. “Sheesh... warn a girl first.”
“You were warned,” Shiori protested. “I said- eh!?” Their own words cut off as Liz’s strong arms wrapped around them, tilting her to the side just enough to pluck up from a standing position to be shifted into an embrace that allowed them to be placed upon the bed gently. “Oh...”
“...Guess we really are taking turns?” Nerissa asked, clearly amused.
Shiori’s cheeks darkened but they didn’t oppose the idea. She made way for Elizabeth to put a knee on the bed and heft themself up as well. The redhead clumsily tried to crawl over her but only succeeded in fumbling to land in the space between her and her girlfriend.
There was a soft giggling as they all settled into the idea that things were about to start for real. Shiori made the first move, rolling to their side and urging Liz to face them. “This...” Their hand curled at Liz’s shirt hem and gave it a playful caress between thumb and forefinger. “Can we take it off?”
She swallowed thickly, nervousness suddenly clutching at her. “Uhm... y-yeah, I’m good with that.”
Nerissa’s voice came from behind her, sultry in the way it spoke right up against her ear. “Lift up for us, Darling.”
She did as requested, using her core muscles to help shift her weight upwards until she could brace on one arm. Two hands touched her at once, one on her hips and one pushing up from her stomach. Almost immediately after there were two more trailing along, one at her back and the other half atop Shiori’s to jointly push the clothing up along her body.
Her shirt was bunched up at her bra and Shiori continued to lift it until Liz had to raise one arm so it could go up and over her head. It was then carefully unthreaded from her hair so it could fall to the bed. Nerissa’s cooler fingers touched her shoulderblades, their fingertips pushing down her damp skin and clutching at the three hooks of her bra to start undoing each one at a time.
Her breathing picked up and she felt that familiar nervousness start to come back. But even as it tried, Shiori was there to stop it. Her shirt had just gone over her face, now laying on the bed with half her hair still in it and her arm keeping it from being completely removed. But they weren’t in a rush, taking their time to slowly caress her cheeks and urge her to lean forward for another kiss.
Their lips met and a soothing comfort washed from her mouth down her throat and into her chest, where her heart slowed back down. Nerissa’s hands were sliding her undone bra forward, handing it off to Shiori to help pull it along one arm. Shiori eased her from the kiss then cutely pecked the very tip of her nose. “Sit up for a second?”
“Yeah...” Elizabeth did as asked, lifting up so her shirt and bra could be gently pulled from her arm and tossed to the foot of the bed, out of the way but in sight. Within reach should she want to back out. It felt deliberate, especially when Shiori’s shirt went up and off to be tossed blindly onto the floor.
Her eyes dipped to the now revealed bra before her. A lump was swallowed down upon seeing it. Lacey, pretty, with elegant designs and a demi cup that barely concealed the stiffened peaks of their nipples. Going from the thin straps now revealed going up their sides from undone jeans, she was sure the bottoms matched. Intentional lingerie, planned just in case the night went how they wanted it.
And there she was in a stupid, several year old black bra that had part of the underwire trying to escape it on one side. She was thankful it was pulled off along with her shirt and she made a mental promise to herself that she would buy something pretty should the next morning be as amazing as the night currently was.
“She’s pretty, isn’t she?” Nerissa’s voice came from her side and arms looped her stomach to shamelessly feel her abdominals.
“Yeah... You both are.” She watched in awe as Shiori rolled to their back and lifted their legs upwards so the denim pants could be pushed on to be removed. Their underwear stayed on, eyes sparkling in mischief while they rolled forward to start working the latch of Liz’s jeans
She was eased backwards by Nerissa, a simple “hips up, Darling,” being asked of her when the other girl’s hands began to pull at her waist. Just like before, her panties were pulled down with the clothing, leaving her in just her ankle socks and bare to the world.
“H-hey... I don’t want to be the only one naked...”
“So cute...” Nerissa rubbed against her from behind. “Shiori, she’s so cute and shy, can we keep her?”
Liz met Shiori’s gaze and was rewarded with a teasing look. “I wouldn’t mind...” Their eyes dipped down, taking in her breasts and then her stomach. “Damn... how much do you work out?”
“N-not much, actually...” Liz felt her embarrassment trying to stall her words, especially when Nerissa’s hands were still inspecting all over her muscles. “Just... can’t have a job rafting and caving without building up a core for it.”
“Soooo... three times a week?”
She couldn’t be modest now, not when two girls were fawning over her and asked more than once. “Four. I really could carry you both.”
“Usable muscle, I like that.” Shiori slid their hands along her legs, gently encouraging her to part.
“H-hey, get undressed too?” She didn’t deny the actions but still felt the sting of embarrassment kissing her skin by being the only one completely revealed.
Nerissa’s laugh was melodic. Their weight against her back slid back and she turned to watch them do a skilled reach for the back of their dress to unzip before pulling it up and over their head. When it was gone, she stared in awe at the suddenly very nude body. “Were... were you not...?”
“Wearing underwear? No, Darling. Not when it’s this hot and wet.”
The redhead looked back up from exposed breasts to a beautiful face. “I make you hot and wet?”
“Smooth,” Shiori complimented.
Nerissa laughed along, scooting back on the bed and pulling on Liz’s shoulders to make them lay down. It only took a moment for her to understand what was happening. Shiori was pushing on her inner thighs to make her legs part as much as they could and Nerissa was slowly crawling atop her body, now nude, and straddling her face.
‘Oh bloody hell, are we going to...?’ She jolted when lips kissed her left inner thigh. Shiori’s lips felt electric in how they made her muscles twitch, how every exhale against skin tingled and made her shake in excitement.
Nerissa too, above her, on their knees, and lowering. A smooth mound, already smeared in love, was skillfully brought to her face, adjusted to hover, and she couldn’t help but reach up and backwards to grasp at their hips to tug back down.
She knew what to do. She wasn’t innocent, just inexperienced. More than one daydream of doing this had crossed her mind on those rare nights where she had taken care of herself. But those were nothing like experiencing it for real. Her lips mimicked Shiori’s, using it as guidance since they knew what Nerissa would like. Soft pecks against the outlining of their core, taking her time to work for it, to make them want it.
But Nerissa wasn’t as patient, and used their weight to ease down to her mouth, to force the first lick. She obeyed them, not wanting to tease if they were ready. Her tongue slid between soft folds and swollen lips. It tasted tangy and coated her tongue in a slimy but pleasing sensation.
Nerissa tasted like she thought they would. The same erotic but pleasing flavor of sex was the first thing to hit her. It was very much the same as when she licked her own fingers after working herself, only slightly different in how Nerissa’s love seemed to be much hotter right from the source. Warm, slippery, and stringy, it connected her face to their crotch, dozens of arches connecting her cheeks to their folds whenever they lifted from her mouth.
And then Shiori finally moved in. Kissing at her own folds, tongue working and flicking in a way that showed years of experience. There was no hesitation in how they used their palms to push against the sides of her crotch, how their thumbs pushed on her swollen lips to pull apart to reveal her insides. They licked at her fully, ignoring the slurping sounds from suction upon her clit and the loud gasping their own breathing made.
She was much more reserved, embarrassed and blushing at the noises she was making. Her breathing was harder despite being able to hold her breath longer than both of them combined. Her lapping was more reserved despite wanting to go deeper, her motions struggling to focus on giving while she was getting it back in spades.
Then she realized that she wouldn’t make it. Nerissa was too intoxicating. The way they tasted like sex and erotic dreams, smelt like slick and honey, felt heavy and wet strands dripping from her cheeks to her ears. She inhaled love and dirty thoughts mixed with coconut and saltwater, paired with intention and encouragement to let go given to her by the other girl with them.
So she did. Willingly, unwillingly, she didn’t know. But she cried out far faster than they probably expected, pulled on Nerissa’s body to both ground herself as well as shove her tongue upwards to try and muffle her own cry into their slimy folds. She gasped and choked, tugged and kicked. Shiori kept her pinned, forced her to ride it out, and ride she did. For a minute, for an hour, for a handful of seconds, she had no idea how long it lasted. All she could think about was the feeling of blissful release, the pent up frustration of thinking about these two women for days fading into pure ecstasy from the tongue of a girl so much smaller than herself.
And then she was gasping, spent, and reaching up to wipe the smear of fluids from her face. Palms began to rub at her legs, pushing onto her in a little massage. Comfort built up from that, soon being aided by sweet little cooing sounds and Nerissa’s earlier discarded dress being used to wipe her face clean.
Then, after a few moments of collecting herself, she finally opened her eyes and looked up at the two women smiling down at her. “I...” She coughed lightly once more, feeling her cheeks burning in embarrassment. “Normally I last much longer than that.”
“Mmmhmm,” Shiori smiled at her knowingly, not believing her for a moment.
“R-really!”
“It’s fine, Darling.” Nerissa smoothed out the messy hair on her head encouragingly. “She’s really good. I understand.”
She didn’t quite know what to say. It was true, Shiori was extremely skilled. They had mapped her out within seconds of starting, made her orgasm, and was now looking at her while dragging the back of their arm over their mouth to wipe away the mess and - “That’s so hot...”
Shiori’s head lowered a bit, eyes seemingly glowing in the dim lighting. “Just wait, we’re only getting started.” Their wiping motion ended with their fingers near their mouth and Shiori’s tongue slid out to lick the slick clinging to them.
Liz gulped involuntarily. Again she felt that strange desire in her stomach. The need to submit to them, to nod her head and wag her tail like a puppy looking forward to what was about to happen. At the same time she felt something else.
A flash of a memory atop a dropoff, In the thick heat and humidity of the tropics, where Shiori was in a harness secured by her own hands. Rope, straps, and carabiners, all atop the white shirt she just happened to keep in her van in case she needed a change. By that point it had gotten damp, and had gone semi-transparent to reveal the original clothing they wore. She wanted to see that sight again, had fantasized about it, and craved to ask.
“My turn?” Nerissa’s question broke her daydream and she turned from Shiori, missing the swap from seductive to curious their expression had made.
“Impatient,” Shiori answered softly.
“Who, me?” Nerissa feigned innocence. “I’d never rush a soul.”
Shiori walked on her knees to get next to Liz and in front of Nerissa. “Don’t be alarmed,” she spoke so casually, as if merely stating something about the weather . “She likes it a bit rough.”
To Liz’s amazement, Shiori pushed their palm onto Nerissa’s clavicle and then shoved them backwards onto the bed. They landed in a controlled way, Nerissa’s legs instinctively parting after the soft bounce as if the action had been done many times before.
“You,” Shiori spoke smoothly, voice a mix of melted chocolate and honied sin. “Are a bad girl.”
“Mmnnnnyeah-hehehe.” Nerissa squirmed under the hold, body wriggling in an excitement that Elizabeth never thought she’d get to see. Shiori slipped over the girl, laying their upper body onto Nerissa’s chest and going in for a kiss.
Elizabeth faltered, still recovering from what just happened. Despite just having an orgasm, and honestly it would have been enough for her, she was now looking at two women squirming and rubbing on one another. Sounds of sloppy kissing played with the songs of cicadas and the resulting moans made a medley that not only went to her core but also to her heart.
She had thought about these two so much, had hoped they would come back to her, and was blessed with a second day with them. They had parted a second time and met up for a third, and now she was sharing not only their trust but their bed. It made all kinds of new emotions pull at her, and she didn’t want to skip out on experiencing any of them.
She reached out for them, one hand sliding along Shiori’s raised butt while the other went lower to caress Nerissa’s leg. Her fingers slid under those black panties Shiori still had on, knees rustling upwards to scoot herself forward to between both their legs.
Shiori’s body was littered with tattoos. She had seen flashes of ink on them before but they were always covered, be it by a wetsuit, life vest, harness, or even her own clothing that one time. Now she was getting her fill of them, her large hand moving downwards along their skin and pulling the lacey, pretty panties along with it.
The small of their back had a ravin in mid flight on it, their large wings spanning upwards along shoulderblades. An amazing choice, in her eyes. The flexing of their muscles there would make the wings look alive. Their arm had some kind of inky tendrils on it, paired with eyes that looked as if they could stare into souls.
Even more were across them as well. A wolf looking animal on the outside of the leg, running downwards. The calf had sparkling gems along it, so real that they looked like they were part of their skin. Each one sparkled, showing how brilliant and polished they were implied to be. Her absolute favorites were the twin vipers along their hiplines up front. They looked so real, like they were ready to strike at anything that would get close to the soft stomach they had.
Each one told a story, ones she didn’t know but wanted to read. Secrets of their past waiting to be revealed to her, if they would allow it, and something in her chest tugged at her to learn them. For the moment, she wanted them undressed. Such art was meant to be enjoyed, not hidden, so she made short work of awkwardly pulling their panties down with the help of one leg bending upwards, and then unsnapped their bra to let Nerissa remove that.
She looked at them again, now seeing Nerissa’s lower body on bottom. Their mound was perfectly shaven, wet, with a clit swollen in desire peaking up from its hood near the peak of their sex. Shiori was similar, facing downwards, with indents in their hips. They were skinnier, smaller, and their body reflected it. Nerissa looked like they counted their calories and worked out to keep their shape, whereas Shiori looked like a bookworm gifted with a fast metabolism to offset the amount of sugary coffee they drank.
But both had one thing in common now that she looked, and it was Shiori’s smooth curves between their legs. Love was collected at their folds, wet and slimy, dripping in a long, slow line downwards to fall upon Nerissa’s exposed sex. Instantly she felt self conscious of her own body, worried that her untrimmed hair would turn them off, or that the little happy trail leading up to her bellybutton would be an eyesore for the two perfectly prepared women.
“Don’t keep us waiting...” Nerissa’s arms glided along Shiori’s sweat kissed skin, dampened from their actions and the night’s humidity. Smaller hands than her own grasped on both sides of Shiori’s rear, pulling just enough to part their cheeks and reveal Shiori’s holes for her.
Those golden eyes looked back, that smile of a soft dominatrix catching her attention and making her lock up to listen to what they said. “I like it both ways,” they informed her with a hint of teasing laced throughout the words. “Whatever works best for you.”
The amount of heat she felt coming to her face at the offer felt more intense than even the worst sunburns of her career. Her mouth opened and she inhaled slowly, letting the word flitter in her mind before finally saying it aloud. “Kinky.”
Nerissa’s sweet words came from underneath Shiori, a little glint of playfulness in their eyes. “Front only for me, please.”
“She’s a wuss,” Shiori confirmed.
“I’m hygenic,” Nerissa instantly countered.
“You frenched me after I ate her out.”
The raven haired girl seemed proud of that, bristling up smugly with an “and I’ll do it again, too.”
Elizabeth huffed a small laugh at the two, feeling like she had just witnessed one of the core strengths of their relationship. Communication, even in the most intimate of moments, without fearing judgement. The two were giggling at one another, mouths upturned in the most loving ways, while teasing about things most would never dare to say or only left lips already loosened with alcohol around a table shared with friends.
“Noted,” she finally answered them. “Could you raise your hips some for me?” Legs shifted and Shiori obeyed without protest. It also gave her room to lift one knee up to sit on the outside of Nerissa’s and with a little bit of fumbling over each other, she was able to lock their legs together in a scissoring position while grasping Shiori’s hips to help guide them to her face.
Nerissa moved first, not hesitant in how they skillfully rolled their hips up and forward to grind their sex together. There was a spark of overstimulation on the first motion but her response to the motion helped her ground herself back down. Elizabeth’s hands pulled on Shiori’s waist to help urge them back to her face, mouth opening and tongue extending as her hips found pace that was almost rhythmic in how smooth they followed one another.
Again the room’s silence was broken by messy kissing, gasps of air against wet skin, and the whimpering, moaning sounds of a shameless siren singing their song into the night. Liz’s mind chased them both, sometimes focusing on how Shiori’s love felt smearing around her tongue, or how her nose fit so perfectly in the dip of their ass. Other times she was doing her best to grind in the way Nerissa seemed to like, following the pitching in their breath to figure out the best way to do the motions.
After a few minutes of experimenting, they found something of a pattern. Shiori’s legs locked into position to keep their height just right, Liz held their hip with one hand, thumb extended to catch the squish of their ass to pull and keep them halfway spread while her other hand kept Nerissa’s body pulled close to her own. She bucked her hips to grind her hair onto Nerissa’s clit in rough, hard circles while her mouth worked to keep Shiori gasping for air.
Their pace fell in perfect unity for a moment, locking them in time as they shared heartbeats and air, love and passion. Then, just as fast as it came, it broke with a cry of Liz’s name. Nerissa’s back arched, their body snapping in a way that shocked the redhead into stillness for the first few seconds before realization dawned upon her.
Hastily she began to grind more, chasing their body clumsily and gasping loudly against soaking folds. Shiori seemed to read her mind, moving away from her face to lean more upon Nerissa, pinning them and kissing them while she picked up her focus on helping them ride it out.
When the yelling stopped and the motions slowed, Liz leaned back to look at what she had done. Long arches of slick connected her face to Shiori’s butt and her brain locked up at the sight. Not only had she kissed two girls that night, she had put her tongue in both of them as well. Something like pride and ego swarmed her chest, flaring even more when Shiori moved forward and flopped to the side to lay on their back.
Nerissa was a panting mess, hair sprawled on the bed and pillow, strands of it sticking to their neck and shoulders. The girl’s body was covered in sweat, soft beads of it forming to roll down her side. More of those half-arches of slick held them connected from smooth skin to matted down hair, which she broke herself when leaning back to sit on her haunches.
“...Wow.” Nerissa’s gasp was loud and happy, voice quivering just as much as their legs. “Whew! Wooooooooow! That was... that was so good.”
Shiori just laughed, body shaking next to them with a large grin on their face. “Don’t tell me you’re satisfied after one?”
“That one counted for three,” Nerissa shot back with joy. “Liz, Darling, you were amazing! Oh my goooosh you were good.”
“Th-thank you.” There was that pride again. Soft, bubbly, and encouraging. She would work herself to the bone if she was told that after sex. “You were right, that really is great cross training.” Her muscles ached from the motions but her gaze still went to Shiori, who was smiling contently. “Did you...?”
“Hmm? No, it takes a lot to make me orgasm. I can’t get there without a vibrator.”
Nerissa slowly sat up, their messy hair looking much worse for wear now that it was frizzing out everywhere behind them. “My fingers just can’t do it for her... But maybe...” They lifted their hand, fingers spread apart, and Liz raised her own to place their palms together. Her own fingers were a full fingertip’s length longer than Nerissa’s, not to mention thicker and stronger from years of rafting and caving.
She turned to look at Shiori. Again she flashed back to their teasing words, how they felt against her body, or how they looked when her fingers grazed over parts of them. She remembered how their shoulders were pink from the sun, what they looked like in her shirt, and that harness indenting their skin tightly.
Shiori watched Liz lick her lips and smirked at them in understanding. “I know that look.”
“Hm?” She blinked, eyes going from breasts to face.
“Just like you told me before I jumped... you could tell what I was thinking. I see that on your face now. Tell me.”
Nerissa’s hands reached to caress, voice soft. “Go ahead, if you want to say something. Don’t be shy.”
“I... I dunno...” Already they had blown her wildest expectations away, had done things she couldn’t even imagine ever experiencing. To ask for more almost felt wrong in a way. Besides... “It’s embarrassing."
Shiori’s eyebrow raised in question. “And offering my butthole to be licked isn’t?”
“That’s-!?” She faltered.
“Not different at all?” Nerissa finished for her, smiling. “But if it makes you feel better, I will say something as well.” They pointed at Liz’s crotch, eyes sparkling. “I think your happy trail is the sexiest thing I have ever seen on a muscular female’s body. I love hairy men, so this is just...” The girl gave their fingers an exaggerated kiss while making a familiar motion. “Mwah! Chef’s kiss.”
“What, really?” Her mind blanked, stunned at the admission. “I thought you’d hate it... you’re both shaven?”
“I shave for my job,” Nerissa admitted. “I’m a model. Sometimes I need to show off panties or bikinis. I have to be shaven.”
Liz filed that away for future questioning, then turned to Shiori. “Me?” They shrugged. “It gets really bushy and sticks out the sides of my panties, so I kept it trimmed. Then I thought, why waste time trimming the hedges when you can just mow them down? So, bbbbzt!” They made a show of miming out moving an electric razor over their crotch. “Saves time and energy.”
“Are you sure you don’t want me to shave-”
“Don’t you dare shave that wonderful bush! It’d be a crime to humanity!”
Shiori’s eyes lit up. “Your fetish is showing. Don’t scare her away right away.”
“Okay, rude! If you can ask her to lick your booty, I can ask her to help me floss!”
Liz choked on her own air. “Tha frigg!?”
Nerissa laughed brightly enough to make the sun jealous. They fell over onto her lap, hugging onto a leg to nuzzle their cheek onto her skin. “I want to enjoy this.” Their words turned soft, fingers reaching to slowly run two of them along the trail of hair. “It’s hot.”
Shiori let the air settle again, the feeling of laughter and comfortableness lingering like the scent of salted water and tanning lotion. They leaned over, shoulders touching so they could rest a head onto Liz’s shoulder comfortingly. “So... what are you thinking?”
She took a slow breath, waiting for the fear to return. When it didn’t, she felt something else settle in her chest. Something warm and inviting, that she always asked from others but rarely gave out herself: Trust.
“...I want to tie you.” She breathed it out softly, stunned at how the words just fell without worry. Nerissa blinked and looked upwards at them both, Shiori just tilting their head a little. “I mean... When we were canyoning, and you were in that harness, in that shirt I leant... you said you hadn’t seen one outside of the bedroom, and... It kind of... struck a chord in me. I wanted to... see that.”
“...Okay.” Shiori nodded, still looking a bit breathless from the honesty. “We have rope.”
Nerissa rolled from Elizabeth, already moving to fall from the bed and look through shopping bags. Shiori in turn reached for the discarded clothing from Liz and leaned to drag it back toward her. “...In your shirt, you said?”
She nodded. Crisp and clean, firm in its certainty. “I didn’t say anything back then, but... I have... a thing for girls in my clothes.”
“How many girls have worn your clothes?” Shiori began to thread her arms into the shirt, head dipping down to push into it and pull over. It smelt like the salt that clung to everything in the air, like smoke from the countless open kitchens in the town they were in. It smelt of water, of sunscreen, and sweat.
It smelt like Liz.
The redhead slowly managed to swallow the building saliva in their mouth and followed it by a long, deep inhale through her nose. “...You’re the first.”
Shiori’s eyes took a slight glow to them, a pleased expression on their face. “You don’t normally loan your clothes?”
“I... mean the staff often wear the same clothes, and- the wetsuits are shared, and life vest, but, my own- my personal clothing, I-”
“Liz.” Nerissa’s voice was soft, their return being marked by a one armed hug from behind and a kiss to the cheek. It worked as they intended and the guide settled back down, easing into the comfortableness brought about by warmth on her back, of sweating skin pressed against her own.
“You’re the first person I’ve ever fantasized about.”
“Well.” Shiori’s lips were licked. “I’ll wear anything you want me to.” They pulled on the shirt lightly, tugging it closer to her body to make the sweat and humidity cling to the already damp fabric so it became semi transparent. “Just the shirt?”
“Just that... please, just that.” Liz’s hand reached for the rope, fingernails clinking against the familiar metal of a carabiner. She glanced, then froze. “Uhm, Just so you know, this carabiner isn’t rated for climbing or anything, and this rope is for tying down things, not repelling, so-” The laughter was quick but genuine. Both girls were breathing heavier, casting looks at one another as if some untold bet had just been won from what she said.
“The only thing this will be tying,” Shiori told her smoothly, “Is me.”
Liz inhaled sharply. There were those eyes that she wanted to see. Golden, reflecting the glittering from dim string lights hung up around the bedroom, and upturned at her in a submissive, accepting way. She reached for them slowly, caressing a cheek with a palm. Shiori was so much smaller than Nerissa, than herself. Like that, covered in a shirt too big for them, smelling like herself, her heart thudded in her chest.
“Go on,” Nerissa encouraged her from behind, gently putting pressure on her shoulderblades to help her lean forward. “I want to watch, too.”
She swallowed and nodded, hands working the bundle of rope to tug and dethread the loops in a way that extended a good portion of it to start with while leaving the rest in her other hand so she could loop it when needed in her knot making. “Do you have a safeword?”
Shiori’s eyes sparkled at her, that smile brilliant in how pleased it made them look for asking. “My safeword is Quill, but I don’t like the idea of saying it myself. May I have yours?”
“Fire.” It came out smoothly and without delay. Just speaking it changed the mood, shifting it in more of her favor. She felt a little pride swell in her chest as she got closer, as Shiori tilted their head upward not to look down at her with a dominating smirk, but submissively up at her with curious and timid eyes. “Is this your first time?”
“On this side? Yes.” Shiori allowed the rope to be moved behind her back, loop her sides, twist, then knot. The starting point was turned around to be behind herself and Elizabeth began to work it more fluidly now that she had a start.
“If it’s uncomfortably tight, tell me.” Her voice had gone back into her instructor tone, firm but soothing. It reminded her of their time in the rapids, where both girls followed her orders without delay. “It should be snug and constricting but not painful.”
“Yes ma’am.”
She groaned out a huff of pride. “Mmmnn... I like that.” In the back of her mind she almost expected Shiori to be a brat. She had thought they would keep part of their dominating personality, the cool and always in control tone that made people listen to her. Yet they didn’t. Just like when she was instructing them on how to jump from a cliff, how to tighten their helmet, or how to use their rope to repel downwards, they listened. Intently, fully, with those golden eyes.
Elizabeth pulled on her rope, tightening what she had. Shiori’s chest lifted as they breathed, restricted, and then exhaled. They were shaking just slightly; nervous - possibly excited. Her rope twisted, looped, knotted, and worked to complete the breast binding.
Shiori sat on their haunches, knees apart, breathing so much heavier than normal. The shirt they had on was tight to their body, bunched up snugly from the rope, showing semi-transparent points on their breast, nipples tenting the fabric with hazy brown outlinings under it. The rope made an infinity sign around her chest, tugged in the middle with a looping of cord that added a pretty design.
Instead of going lower, Liz touched both of Shiori’s elbows and lifted. “Arms up.”
Nerissa’s voice was soft from the side, from their seat leaning back on the headboard with a hand gently smoothing lines up and down along their core. “Are you not going to make a harness between her legs?”
She smiled, eyes staying on Shiori’s body as they lifted both arms up and above their head, hands reaching back to touch the base of their neck. “The harness I know how to make goes over the shoulders and loops the neck... Shiori is sunburned so I don’t want rope on her there...” She watched her rope bunny’s expression go from nervous excitement to a soothing trust. “I’m going to bind her arms like this and connect it to the back...”
Liz moved again, reaching behind to bring the rope from the back so it could go up. Wrists were bound first, then threaded in a design of loops along Shiori’s forearms before pulling firmly but slowly. She watched Shiori’s eyes light up as their body was pulled into position, arms lifting more and reaching farther back while their posture went from easy to perfectly straight up.
The rope was tied off and the remaining cord was used to elegantly wrap up a tightly looped pattern so it wouldn’t just be hanging off the back. Now done, Liz slid back a little to look at her work. Shiori was sitting straight, knees spread but squirming. The shirt was clutched tightly, wet from more sweat and not hiding near what it should. The contrasting red rope against white cloth seemed to enhance the effect, making them look even more helpless.
Both arms were up and back, tied so they couldn’t be used. Each tug on them made the rope creak just enough to make a sound in the still air of the bedroom. They moved a bit more, testing the bindings, then gave up. They were helpless, bound, and gazing at her with such a confused look that it made her heart thunder behind her ribs.
The dom, tied for the first time, submitting to her of all people. “Trust me?” She spoke it softly, out of habit or desire, she wasn’t sure.
Shiori breathed deeply. “With my life.”
Their lips met. Hot, firm, slow. Elizabeth controlled it easily, using her height advantage to keep them at her mercy. One hand snaked around them, reaching down to caress Shiori’s ass and pull upwards on them. The girl rose up at her command, knees adjusting to hold their weight a bit more.
Her other hand reached under them from the front, slipping beneath the oversized shirt to cup their sex. Shiori gasped loudly, body struggling against the ropes on pure instinct. She got to watch them realize they truly couldn’t move from up close, her lips turning upwards as she kissed them deeper.
Shiori was more than ready for her. Slick coated her fingers in ample amounts, two of them easily pushing upwards and into them without restraint. Shiori’s body arched against her, their arms tugging at the rope only to have it make them correct their posture once more.
So she put her thumb to their clit and scooped up the shirt from behind so they could start working a finger on her other hand against their back entrance. Her lprecious little river girl, her rope bunny, gasped against her mouth so she pressed for more. A thumb distracted them from the front, playfully rubbing around and across their clit but not focusing on it. Two fingers slid out and back up while one from her other hand reached farther down to find some of Shiori’s desire for lubricant.
The girl in her hold was shaking. Their breath quivered, body trembling. Again they struggled against the ropes and again they were forced to realize they were stuck. Bound with no way of hiding. Their breasts were covered but were also on full display, body unable to do what they wanted.
And Liz kept moving. Her fingers pushed upwards more intently, sinking to where they connected to her palm, and explored. She could reach deeper than Nerissa, was thicker, and hopefully could get to that spot that they couldn’t. It didn’t take long to find it, as they audibly gasped in a higher pitched tone the moment she grazed that soft, spongy spot deep within them.
“Perfect...” She mumbled the words onto their lips before once again claiming them in a kiss intended to rob them of air. Her other hand pushed at their back door, demanding entrance with a slimy finger. She felt them tighten up and redoubled her efforts, wiggling the tip against them while simultaneously curling fingers to rub at her g-spot.
Shiori cried out into her mouth, embarrassed and breathy from lack of air. Her plan worked and soon she was moving that one palm upwards in an increasingly faster pace to pop her mound in steady, rhythmic beats. Her other finally got what it wanted, her middle finger slipping into Shiori. She hooked up, pulling upwards to forcefully lift them up higher on their knees.
Her other hand followed, fingers now focusing on their sensitive spots from both the inside as well as out. She could tell that they were crumbling, shaking in her hold and gasping against her lips that denied them air. They were getting light headed, their body was becoming more responsive, and she pushed for more and more until Shiori only had one last thing to give.
They cried her name, not in a fiery pit of passion, but a pleading mewl of submission. Shiori squirmed, pulled on their binds, struggled, and squinted their eyes closed. Tears ran down their cheeks, their body began to go still, and finally, finally, they broke. It hit them hard, wracking their body forward and then back when the rope protested the movement and corrected it.
Liz pulled on them more until they fell forward helplessly onto her body. Her fingers kept working, pushing and slapping into them from both ways, fighting her way past clenching tunnels and the embarrassed, half-scream, half screech they made before stiffening up and going still as if to prepare for the second fall.
Shiori gasped against her, eyes wide with pupils blown wide from orgasmic bliss. Drool leaked from her lips, their body heaving. Slowly, carefully so as to not overstimulate them, Liz slid her fingers from them and turned the sexual embrace into a gentle hug. “I was right...” She praised them in a hushed, private whisper. “You really are cuter when you scream.”
“Nghhh...” The girl meekly leaned their head a little close so their cheeks touched. “Gods, that one really does count for three... Careful, you’ll turn me into a sub. Then you’ll have to deal with Rissa on your own.”
Liz chuckled breathlessly at the idea, then kissed at their ear. “Then I’ll let you tie me next time.”
“Mmmn, okay.”
The two slowly leaned apart from one another, the redhead’s hands immediately moving to start releasing the binds. They were so in their own little world that they both had a startled moment of realization when Nerissa spoke up. “Wow, that was so hot.”
They both turned to look at the girl sitting against the headboard of the bed, eyes tracking in on their cellphone immediately. “Did you record us?” Shiori’s voice was more amused than accusatory.
“Oh yeah.”
Liz felt her heart leap into her throat and had to force herself to swallow it down. “You’re... not going to show that to anyone, are you?”
“Only you and Shiori. I’ll send it over Drive or something so it won’t be compressed.” Nerissa began to tap at their phone, not minding her slimy fingers making a mess of her screen. “I’ll send you our vacation pictures too, if you’d want?”
“Uhm... I...” She faltered. “Is that too much? Wanting to see what all you two did?”
“Not at all.” Shiori answered her. Their arms were carefully allowed to lower back down now that they were free. Rope began to unwind, bringing with it slight tingling sensations. “Although if you don’t want a sex video of yourself, I can make her delete it.”
“Awww, come on!” Nerissa pouted. “She doesn’t mind, right Liz? Please? Please, please, please, please, please, plea-”
She laughed. A happy laugh full of joy and amazement. “You girls really are trouble...” It wasn’t awkward, or even a little uncomfortable. After sex they were still just as loving and friendly as before, open and smiling - inviting her in on their fun without any catches or even asking for anything in return.
Just... being with them.
“You okay?” Shiori leaned in a bit when Elizabeth paused their untying. “Is the rope caught? I don’t mind cutting it if we need to.”
“Oh! Sorry, No, bolloks, I just... got lost in my thoughts.” Her hands began to work again, freeing the harness until she could simply start unlacing the designs. “Do you feel okay? Besides the tingles?”
“Just fine, I wasn’t in it long enough to worry.” Shiori helped Liz shrug the rest of the rope off. They were about to just grab it and toss it across the room as well but the redhead began to methodically wrap it up correctly, even tying it off with a slip knot to allow it to be hastily grabbed next time as well. “Were you a girl scout or just into kinky bondage?”
“...Both?” Liz felt her cheeks begin to color, the question taking her back a little bit to the early days where everything was as simple as getting a badge or selling cookies. “I was a scout leader for a while. I met a lot of my friends there.” The rope was glanced over once more, just because she wanted to double check it was tidy, and she gently leaned over to place it onto the bag it had come from.
“I can see that.” Shiori put both hands upon the mattress and slid forward while arching her back downwards at the same time. It was a perfect imitation of a cat stretching, complete with the adorable sounds that they made. They lowered to the sheets, arms now crossed just at her breasts, and she made a motion for Liz to get comfortable as well.
The tallest one accepted it and laid back onto the bed as well, allowing her back to rest upon a stack of pillows by the headboard so she could still look at her friend easily. Nerissa joined them a moment later, happily taking the opportunity to slot herself up between Liz’s legs and flop down upon their larger body. Their cheek nuzzled against clavicle and both feet raised up a bit to kick up and down in lazy, content patterns.
Without wasting time, both girls began to pamper the middle one, rubbing hands along their smooth skin in a little massage. “Tonight was amazing,” Nerissa finally spoke through her groans of enjoyment. “I’m glad you came back with us.”
“...Me too.” Liz smiled down at them, then looked over at Shiori and felt her gaze turn fond. “I’m really glad.”
“Are you the kind who gets sappy after sex?” Shiori reached over to poke her boob but Nerissa made a playful biting motion at the finger as if defending them.
Elizabeth gave a soft, fond chuckle at the adorable actions she got to witness. “I don’t know, this was my first time.”
Shiori smirked. “First time? Wow, you were amazing then! Made me cum so hard I lost touch with reality! Impressive.” They looked at her lover laying atop of Liz. They were still snuggling despite the heat of the night and the sweat from their actions. “Maybe you could learn a thing or two from her.”
“I’m not putting my fingers in your butt.” Nerissa stuck out her tongue at them. “You can ask Liz for that now.”
Shiori glanced at Liz, who was biting their lower lip, a smile clear on their face. “What is it?” They asked her with amusement in their voice. “You look like you’re dying to say something.”
Liz looked down, shifted with the biggest smile on her face, then looked back up, unable to keep it in anymore. “High five!” She lifted her hand upwards, eyes sparkling with joy, and the other two instantly joined her. Shiori’s made contact first, then Nerissa’s on the back of it, perfectly sandwiching the smalled hand in between larger ones.
All three shared a laugh, the warmth of the moment, and the lingering night, even after the giggling began to settle. Together, sitting on a bed, sweaty and wet, smelling of seasalt and coconut, they basked in the paradise they found together.
Art by: TibsSketches