Chapter 13. Superiority or inferiority (10)
“Camilla…?”
Camila tilts her head. Her slightly wet hair hangs limply.
“This is a joke.”
“… “What do you mean, Camilla?”
“It’s a joke. You are more delicate and delicate than you look, and if you try to be rough with it, it seems like it will run away or run away. I also don’t want our relationship to become too heavy. So this is a joke. Doing it by hand… “A light play.”
Camila had one hand in the band of her Dolphin pants and held a condom wrapper with the other. She lightly bites the end of her head and looks at me provocatively.
I had no idea what to do. This is my first time experiencing a situation like this. The intoxication disappeared and I suddenly became sober.
First, I crawled back into the tent. Her hands grabbed the wrapping paper and tore it apart.
“… “Did you cut your nails well?”
“Why did you talk about your nails earlier?”
Camilla is a little annoyed. A slightly different feeling of irritation than before.
“I did it just in case, but it really happened. It’s a joke, you idiot. “Don’t you understand ‘playing with your hands’?”
“… Ah.”
I understand. She clumsily put it on the index finger of her right hand. I feel like if I open my mouth any further, it will ruin the mood.
First of all, I have to take him out of the tent. The floor seems to be hard. The bed is better. He kissed her, pulled her gently, and led her out of the tent.
I touched the LED light on my way out and the light turned off, but it wasn’t a big problem. Because we are already familiar with it, and we are very close to each other.
I gently pulled Camilla’s hand to my clothes. With my careful movements, the hem of my clothes fell off one by one. She pulled down the dolphin pants that were still hanging on her body.
It fell to the floor, but Camilla did not take it off completely. She flopped down on the bed with one of her ankles in place.
The mattress is queen size. It’s a bit narrow for two people, but not so much that we can’t lie down. Is it because I became bolder in the dark?
Camilla sticks out her breasts provocatively and sticks out her legs with her pants hanging out. Let’s try to catch it with her hand, but no.
“Over there. Camille….”
“Let’s just not talk.”
“You are talking.”
“Baby, really? You can notice zombies so well, but you really notice people… “
It’s very embarrassing and difficult. It’s already over the limit.
“Uh. Hmm… “
“… “Kick.”
After scolding me, I laugh to myself again saying that I like it. I’m drunk. I’m drunk.
“Still, I’m glad.”
“What?”
“You and I are clumsy. And that’s why you’re hesitant.”
Camilla dropped her pants. She covers her barely-covered underwear with her palms. It’s just a covering, but it doesn’t look like you’re wearing it.
“Still, don’t you understand?”
Camilla’s voice is now drying out. She is getting colder. And I couldn’t hide it anymore.
“I know.”
“I’m not going to ask you to be brave. I don’t know what you’ve been through, but… I don’t want to leave you like that. I can’t do that…”
Camilla’s leg touches me. Curling her toes, she walks up my leg, and gives me a gentle pinch.
“I like you too much for that.”
As you wish.
I approach Camilla without hesitation. Although he looks a little lethargic, his face is relieved.
“Do you know that it’s negative so far?”
“I’m sorry.”
I gently kissed her and carefully laid her down on her bed. I am confident because I have done this often. How Camilla likes to be hugged, how she bounces her hips a little when you touch her. When you gently twist her body, where do you want me to touch you?
Camilla twisted her body more than usual. She seemed to be comforting a cat that was acting cute. But she didn’t last very long.
“…But today, I already made up my mind. Really, don’t say it anymore. If you say it at a time like this, we’ll ruin it.”
“I think so.”
“So, for the last time, please make me feel good. Then.”
“Then?”
Camilla pulled down the last of my clothes. She tied me up with her arms and legs, laid me down on the floor, and climbed on top of me, squirming like a snake.
“…Maybe they’ll allow me to wear thighs?”
* * * * *
The atmosphere was set to its full potential, but it was a mess, to put it mildly. First of all, it was too dark. In my head, there were a lot of things that came to mind, such as try this and that, but none of them seemed to be helpful.
At least, I was glad she didn’t say anything.
We focused on each other’s gestures and moans. We were quite active in twisting, moving, and pulling our bodies, not knowing which ones hurt and which ones we didn’t like. Camilla gently nudged her hand into hers, and I grabbed her wrist and moved it gently.
Camilla covered her mouth with her other hand and tilted her head back. She bent her fingers slightly, just in case. The feeling and reaction was different. She slowly and soothingly hugged her and kissed her.
I felt a subtle electric current that I had never felt before.
Excited? Excitement? Anticipation? Camilla let out her thick breath and brought her lower body closer to me.
From then on, little by little…. It has changed.
When my finger play was too rough, Camilla pulled her back. I didn’t lift my finger, but I followed it gently and persistently. On the other hand, if I thought Camilla was too strong, this time I would twist my body.
Little by little, our hands and feet got along. A prank that is enjoyed only by seeing the other person’s reaction. Even if it makes you feel a little less happy. But in the end, pleasure cannot help but be selfish.
“Ah. Yeah. Tsk…”
Gradually, my breath becomes heavier and thick sweat flows down my skin, but on the contrary, my body becomes more sensitive and hot.
“Haaa…”
To the point where I can’t cool it down with a sigh.
At some point, Camilla stopped avoiding my hand. The places that he had previously pushed away because they were too irritating are now even being subtly pushed away. At some point, what was supposed to be just a slight covering began to encroach slightly.
Because of that, I almost gave up on comforting me. It seemed like just suppressing the moans and covering the exhilarating pleasure with my mouth was too much.
Then, just pressing and touching the underwear was no longer enough. Her too. Me too.
“…Yo, Johan.”
Camilla tried to hold back and then turned her body over. Then, she even pulled down her underwear, which was already just a string. Her buttocks, toned and beautifully trimmed by long-term exercise, are lifted upward.
“…Because I washed it. It’s not dirty…”
“Ka, Camilla?”
“I, just me… I’m the only one…”
I’m sorry for going out on my own. She even lifts her butt up and gently sways it from side to side. What do you do if you don’t come here?
A curve that was firmly raised through consistent exercise and that made it impossible to take one’s eyes off it every time.
Below, her thighs open slightly and then contract. Slap. The strange sound of flesh falling and coming back on. The inside of my thighs were already sticky and wet.
Still, it’s on my finger. Simply move it. Camilla completely presents her body to me, defenseless. Maybe Camilla herself…
No. No. I don’t want to do that. It’s not ‘because it’s a joke’. Camilla trusted me and offered me her hand. She doesn’t want to hurt the person who gave her the candy.
Because we decided not to do anything we don’t want to do. Going too far here is definitely not what she wants.
So she quietly buried it in her buttocks. As if she had been waiting, Camilla tightened her hips and slightly lifted her waist. Slap, slap. A pleasant rhythm touches my upper thighs.
At first, the rhythm wasn’t right. Sometimes it moves too equally and sometimes it moves too far apart. But soon, we discovered some offbeats. If you hold it out, she will accept it. If you pull, she follows.
Her movements became slower. He hugged her from behind and gently turned her body over. Instead of moving her hips, Camilla slowly slid up and down my body. To put it bluntly, I rubbed it, crushed it, loosened it slightly, and put it back on.
Now is the time for her to have fun. She wraps her left hand around her waist and gently touches her lower abdomen with her right hand, placing her fingers between them. Camilla stretches her back. She teased him with her fingers, squeezing him slightly with her legs to keep him from escaping.
Camilla let out a short, strong breath. She turns her hips this way and that, as if she’s trying to escape, trying to pull her lower body out. But this time she didn’t want to let go. As I remembered the things she taught me earlier and the reactions she showed me one by one, I made small changes so that it wouldn’t hurt.
“Ah, ah… Ah… Ah… eww….”
In the end, Camilla stretched her back. Her thighs clench strongly. With my finger in it. Then, at some point, it suddenly stops. They complain that they have no idea what to do.
“Hey, John, sleep, wait a minute…”
He kissed her on the neck and slowly traced along her shoulders. With her other hand, he released her breasts, gently touching the sensitive spots.
And little by little, she held Camilla’s body strongly, touching, pushing, pulling, and rolling with her fingers and tongue.
“Me. Now, wait a minute, ugh…!”
I feel something completely different, a vibration, a tremor. I was startled and stopped her hand. Then Camilla squeezed my hand.
“Oh. No. No.”
Does that mean it’s not there? Or is it telling me not to stop? It seemed like it would be the second time. Bend a little more like a hook, a little stronger…
“Ah, ah! Ah! Ah!”
Her body trembles just like before. As if trying to escape, as if trying to run away. But her body said something completely different.
More, deeper. I want to feel more.
As he tightened her body, he made a movement that had a particularly strong reaction. Camilla inhaled her breath and did not exhale it. A very brief moment. She seemed to freeze, like someone whose heart had stopped.
Her body opened wide, as if it was about to bloom.
From her mouth, I couldn’t tell if it was words, a moan, or a call to me, fragments. Her body, without any stimulation, violently trembles on top of mine, as if it will break.
Something sticky flowed between her fingers. Camilla seemed to be trying to stop it somehow, but it backfired. My hand was still there. Eventually, she pushed my finger deeper.
Camilla’s body shook again, as if it would break. She trembled over my body, like someone struck by lightning. Not something she does consciously, but a reflexive upheaval in which her body moves in accordance with her own desires, seeking only her own pleasure.
“Ha. Han… I… I… I, kinda, I… I, kinda… Not… Not…”
Is this the first time she has experienced something this intense? Trying not to startle me, she pulled her body up onto me and held me tightly with her arms and legs. Camilla’s body trembled and she moaned with each hit of pleasure that had not yet left her body. The sweat that had slightly moistened her body earlier had now become slippery, as if she had taken a shower.
After a while, Camilla stammered and kissed her. It was only a brief moment as she let out a gasp, but her body was still shaking, but it seemed a little better than before.
“Good… I like it…”
It seemed like he was pulling the nape of my neck, then moved down slightly. My body is still shaking. Even her fingers slip out. I wondered how far it would go down, but at some point it stopped. It’s her thighs. I put myself between her lower body and her thighs and started rubbing them quickly.
Now it was me who was moaning more and more and becoming faint. Camilla must have been tired, but as if she had always been like that, she continued to tap, hit, and squeeze hard, as if she were swimming.
She wasn’t sick. Sweat and saliva served as sufficient lubricant. Even when the skin slid against each other, I couldn’t even feel the heat, let alone pain. Little by little, Camilla added her fun to it and consciously pushed me and blocked me.
It’s frustrating. I want to try something. I move around to try to run away. However, Camilla is persistent. Her body is still shaking, her moans are dripping, and she is dripping wet, and she doesn’t let me go.
In the end, I couldn’t stand her and I grabbed her. Then Camilla spread her legs. Sudden liberation. But it was too soon.
“Do it.”
“Huh, huh?”
“Do whatever you want.”
Close your legs while speaking. Squeeze tighter, block, and rub. Even the strength of the legs can be freely adjusted. Then, suddenly, I let go. I feel somewhat resentful.
“…Why don’t you do it? You don’t like it?”
I close my mouth tightly again before I finish speaking. Block it. Rub, rub. Solve again. Repeat. “Do it. Don’t you like it?” Repeat again and again. I feel like I’m going crazy. I can’t do it. It shouldn’t be like this.
Suddenly.
Camila sat down below me. I’m not even trying to do sit-ups on her, but she spreads my legs and holds them still with both her hands. Her right hand skimmed quickly, and the palm of her left hand pressed down hard.
It was frustrating. Camilla held on tightly to her base and did not let go. Meanwhile, she blocked it and pressed it back and forth with her palms. Then, at some point, the tight grip loosened.
Things that were clogged and clogged continued to flow out. Even though it seemed to go down and down endlessly, it didn’t seem to even notice. Even though I was wondering if it was enough, it kept coming.
Barely, somehow, she lowered her head. Even though Camilla’s hands were filled with it, it overflowed.
Camilla rubbed her hands over her own body. Her fully exposed breasts, her tightly muscled stomach, and her thighs. A crackling, crackling sound was heard.
Just on her own stomach. On her thighs. It was just spread widely on her chest.
“Camilla.”
Her legs were stretched out. Now she felt like she could breathe a little. Camilla, completely exhausted, fell on top of me again. No, has she regained her strength now? The tips of her breasts are deliberately hit, rubbed, pressed and bounced.
But it lasted just a moment and eventually he fell on top of me. There is a strange sound of crackling between flesh.
“…Kick.”
Camilla laughs out loud. It was the same for me too. It’s like we ran away after playing a bad prank, and now we finally see each other face to face.
“Camilla. I like you.”
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“…Then, please express yourself from now on. Don’t leave me alone like a fool.”
Camilla’s hand gently holds me again.
“John. Still don’t know? Your heart?”
“No. I know now.”
“Then, I know how long I’ve been waiting for you… I’ve been waiting.”
I hug you tightly until it hurts. We held each other for a while, and the sweat cooled down a little.
“…Would you like to do it one more time?”
Camilla nodded her head to my question.
“This time, I’ll go down.”
Playing with my hands was fun and time-consuming.
* * * * *
The morning dawned.
I didn’t realize it because the sunlight came in. Because we did thorough shielding. However, it was because I realized, ‘I have to get up now,’ I heard a bird chirping, and the window felt a little hot.
Of course, the surroundings were a mess.
I don’t even remember when I fell asleep. It felt really bad that we just fell asleep while contaminating each other so much.
I unconsciously looked at my body and her body. It was full of traces of me and her. Instead of dolphin pants, panties were hanging on my ankles like anklets. I can’t even see where the bra went.
…Was the grueling exercise effective? Apparently, I barely slept. Neither of us got tired and played with our hands all night long.
Anyway, now, how should I look at Camilla when I exercise in the future? For sure…. I would lose my mind.
Camilla said, “Hmm,” And opened her eyes. She also looked up and down my body, and then she nudged that spot.
“It hurts!”
“Isn’t this swollen? It’s strange. I guess I’m angry. Wow.”
“Because you keep prodding like that! And all men do that in the morning.”
“Oh, so it swells every morning?”
“Isn’t it?”
Camilla’s face has already turned red for a long time. But she rubbed her body with her face showing no signs of fatigue, and then suddenly turned her back. Turning around, her hips press against my lower body. I tried to turn it over again because I wanted to see her face, but she shook her head slightly.
“…Now it’s Johan’s turn.”
“What do you mean?”
“I always had your back every time. Now you have my back.”
I thought I knew what it meant. Still, she hugged her from behind. I pulled her waist a little deeper, but she didn’t resist. She even put a little pressure on her buttocks, as if she was waiting.