Taryn stood and offered Lisa her hand. When she stood, Taryn unleashed the zipper on Lisa's pants. Her eyes feasting on each inch of bare flesh, she slid Lisa's pants down about her knees. Then she looked up, waiting for her to lift each foot so she could pull the garment free. Tossing the pants aside, Taryn reached for the panties.
Therein awaited the final treasure, the place from which everything beautiful and sensual originated. As she tugged the panties down, Taryn breathed deeply, her nose and mouth drinking in the sweet musk smell. She licked her lips as her eyes feasted on the pink bud of Lisa's clitoris, so hard and swollen that it was visible through the pubic hair nestled around it.
Lisa pressed her hand over Taryn's mouth when she started toward her. Shaking her head, she whispered, "No, let's do this together."
She pulled Taryn to her feet and repeated the ritual. First the pants sliding down her slender hips and nestling about her ankles. Taryn lifted each foot in turn as Lisa finished removing them, watching her all the while – dark brown eyes staring deeply into one another's souls. More than passion, more than sex, their hearts bared their feelings, and in so doing, entrusted one another with them.
Carefully, Lisa slid Taryn's panties down. She gasped as her eyes took in the dark hair, the smooth soft triangle between Taryn's legs.
Her mouth parted and she darted forward with her tongue. Laughing as she stole a taste of her lover's sweet musk, Lisa savored the taste, wanting to enjoy every last flavor as she licked her lips. She smiled sheepishly when Taryn gave her a teasing scowl. Silently, she shrugged her shoulders and finished removing the wet garment from Taryn's legs. She pressed it to her face, drinking in the smell of her lover, teasing herself with hints of what awaited her mouth, her tongue, her hands, and yes, her own special treasure.
As if reading her mind, Taryn moved to the floor beside her. She took the panties from Lisa's hands and tossed them aside. Gently she pressed her hands against Lisa's shoulders, lowering her until she was lying on her back. She parted her legs and dipped into the hot moisture that lay in between. She clutched her hand over Lisa's clit and slid her leg into place against her wet pussy.
Lisa watched her every move, her body soft and supple, bending to her lover's hot, aching flesh. She watched as Taryn lifted herself up and looked at her expectantly. Lisa raised her leg so Taryn's cunt rested against her thigh. The wetness made her body shiver. She gasped as the wonderful sensation filled her.
They moved as one, two parts in perfect harmony. Their bodies straining, one against the other, they rode, gradually moving slower as their clits burned hot into one another's skin. "Ah, ah … " panting and gasping for air. Straining harder, riding faster, fucking each other so long and so perfectly, their bodies screamed for release. Their eyes locked and they held each other. Taryn moved her leg against Lisa's clit, rubbing steady and hard over her lips, against her opening.
Losing sense of where their bodies were separate, Lisa pressed her leg against Taryn's wet pussy. She feasted her eyes on the golden skin, a sheen of moisture dotting the surface as she panted and strained against Lisa's leg. Oh, God, her own clit was ready to explode!
The pace grew faster and faster. "Yes! Yes!" they screamed as their bodies approached orgasm. "Now! Now!" It was the final surrender. They shook and trembled, clits pressing tightly against their lover's firm legs, sliding with the wetness, yet holding fast to the end. Their bodies shook so that the floor vibrated beneath them.
Clinging together, moaning softly, they kissed one another's face and gazed into each other's eyes – deep, dark, swirling pools of radiance and emotion, rising and falling in rhythm with their bodies.
Taryn closed her eyes and rested her head on Lisa's breast. She listened to her heartbeat racing and pounding. Her eyes still closed, she thought about Kimberly Justin, her brilliant red hair and her emerald green eyes. She envisioned her standing on a mountain, the wind tangling her hair about her face and her arms spread open, waiting. Taryn imagined herself rushing toward her, then pausing only a few feet away. It was then she realized that she needed Kimberly and it was up to her to close the distance that loomed between them.
Moving very quietly so she wouldn't wake Lisa, Taryn slipped into the bedroom where she spent the previous night. She pulled her cellular phone from her purse and dialed Camarin's number at the cabin. Camarin answered on the second ring. "Hi, Camarin."
"Taryn," Camarin whispered into the receiver. "What's up?" she asked, glancing furtively into the living room where Taylor and Kimberly were talking.
Taryn sighed. "I need you to do something for me, Camarin. It's about Kimberly."
"Okay," Camarin prompted her. "What do you need me to do?"
She took a pad and pen from the kitchen counter, poised to take notes.
"First of all, where is she now?"
Camarin drew a deep breath, wondering how much she should tell Taryn. "Actually, she's here in the cabin with Taylor and me. Do you want to speak to her?"
Taryn's brows drew together in a frown, wondering why Kimberly was there. However, she would deal with that later. "Okay, I want you to keep her there. I'm driving back up tonight. When I get there, I want you and Taylor to make yourselves scarce. Do you understand?"
"Well, yes." Camarin wanted to ask Taryn why she was coming, but she felt certain she already knew. "What time will you be here?"
she asked.
"A couple of hours," Taryn replied. "See you then."
Camarin listened as the telephone clicked in her ear. She heard movement behind her and turned to find Kimberly standing in the doorway. "Hi," she said, replacing the receiver as nonchalantly as possible.
"Who was that?" Kimberly asked, an unexplainable flutter in her chest.
"Uh, it was Taryn. She's going to be here in a couple of hours and she'd like you to stick around so she can talk to you. You weren't planning on going back to your cabin tonight, were you?"
The flutter was now a tremble that weakened her extremities.
Kimberly closed her eyes and thought about the mysterious woman who had haunted her thoughts since the first time they'd met. She touched her cheek where Taryn had kissed her the night she stayed at Morgan Estates. "I'm staying here," she replied in a faint voice.
Forgetting Camarin, Kimberly sighed dreamily and returned to the living room. She gathered her drink and sat down in front of the fireplace. As she stared into the fire and thought about Taryn, Kimberly lost track of the time. She did not hear the back door open and close nor did she hear the exchange of voices in the kitchen.
However, she did feel the hand that settled on her shoulder and she caught a whiff of the familiar perfume. Smiling, she turned and opened her arms to Taryn Williams. Just as Pat had promised, this was going to be a Christmas Kimberly Justin would never forget.