Chapter 13. Right or wrong (11)
Camilla’s body was gently pulled.
It’s unexpected. Her height is almost the same as mine, but she is shorter. Maybe I was a little mistaken because her limbs were long. Or maybe my arms became stronger.
She took my hand and placed it on her lower abdomen without hesitation. Press gently as if to touch and feel it.
As her hard muscles relaxed, there was a hot thump. Thud. I could feel the throbbing pulse and vibration. The heat in my palms increased. The feeling of digging deeper into the warm mud.
He presses his buttocks against my lower body and slides them up and down, then shakes them slightly to the side. As if they were dissatisfied, as if they were not fulfilled. Or perhaps her little rest and the warmth of the morning had re-energized her.
She sat on the bed and stretched out her legs. I had Camilla sit on her right thigh.
Words were unnecessary. We read each other through hand gestures, eyes, and movements. If not, gently guide them.
Eventually, Camilla climbed on my thigh and shook her body and her waist as if she was riding a horse. One of her arms was around my shoulder, and her other arm and hand were between my crotch.
It was a little uncomfortable and creaky, but as we got closer to each other, it somehow fit together. We changed our posture little by little and allowed us to settle into each other better.
The problem was that I was hungry. Her mouth filled with saliva as she saw her breasts shaking before her eyes.
Camilla held one of her breasts and held it out towards me. I asked without realizing it. It was a little strong, to the point where I thought, Oops.
“Ah.”
This is a scream made because it really stings. Camilla turned her head. Even though it was morning, it was so dark that I couldn’t see her, but I think she probably had tears in her eyes.
“I’m sorry.”
“…It’s okay.”
Camilla slides all the way down her thighs. She gently hugged me and patted me, then stretched her hands underneath her and laughed.
“…But if you shrink to this level, I’ll be even more embarrassed.”
“Because I didn’t want to hurt you.”
Camila was hugged by me. He seemed to gently rub her cheek, and then she caressed my cheek and chin.
“John, were you a good boy?”
“What a good person I am.”
“So, it means that he was always so kind and kind, but he only became mean to me.”
She opened her mouth to protest, but Camilla was faster. She wet my mouth and stuck her tongue in. For a while, for a long time, they sunk into each other, then surfaced side by side and took a breath.
Camilla moved her waist more forcefully than before.
She presses my thigh with her crotch, as if massaging it, as if putting a stamp on it. She wrapped her arms around my shoulders and neck, touched her breasts, and bit and licked her shoulders and neck.
Her movements became more intense, but the amplitude became narrower.
A low howl came from Camilla’s mouth, unable to tell whether she was crying or possessed. Even her head was difficult to hold up straight.
Only her hair, only her red, long hair, swayed and swayed to and fro before her eyes. It was still dark, but her face was still somewhat visible. Her eyes were tightly closed, but her mouth was open and smiling.
I think I know what will happen. Yesterday was the first time and I was in no mood. It’s still the same now, but it’s probably a little more familiar than yesterday.
But is it because Camilla is also tired? She seemed to keep going limp. Her anxious heart urged her on, but her body seemed to keep getting weaker. He quietly glanced at Camilla’s back and her chest.
I know where I am weak.
All at once, she arched her back and covered her mouth. Her toned body, seeking its own pleasure, closed her legs, arched her back, pressed down. Press. I pressed it and eventually.
With a single word, a short, disjointed voice, it falls apart. Her thighs become sticky and wet as she rides them. Camilla was still trying to control her body, but this time I accepted her.
Camilla, whose body was completely paralyzed by her pleasure, trembled defenselessly inside me.
But it was still different from yesterday. Looks much more comfortable today. I flinched, but that was just a lingering feeling, and I didn’t try to hide it or hide it.
No matter how much it was hidden behind a curtain, it did not hide itself and revealed itself as being immersed in color.
Because there is no need for that.
“I like it.”
Camilla likes me and wants me to know. I can make her, make her hot like this.
I held him quietly so that he could calm down. Like a baby bird, Camilla flutters her wings and finally lets out a long sigh. Dropping her arm, she tapped my crotch. Before I knew it, it had become bold again.
“…I’m sorry, Johan.”
“What?”
“It’s my first time, so I’m going to be very awkward.”
Camilla, who pushed me away, stumbled a little. At first she thought it was because her stamina was low, or because her lingering energy made her dizzy.
But it wasn’t. He placed a thick blanket under her bed and knelt down on her knees. She then signaled for me to sit on the edge of her bed.
I brushed her hair carefully, and took a breath. She opened a bottle of water and took a gulp. Gulp. Drank.
“Are you clumsy?”
Instead of answering her question, Camilla placed both of her hands on my thighs.
“I have no intention of causing pain.”
He slapped her thigh again. This time, he presses her thumbs gently on both sides of her insides. Then she cleared her throat with a sigh. I guess she couldn’t help but feel nervous.
“It was good just for me. So, I should do it too. And I’m hungry. But your breasts are smaller than mine.”
Party.
Camilla hit my thigh.
“Open. Quickly.”
* * * * *
Actually, if you look at that alone, it didn’t go very well. Well, if you’re familiar with it, it might be a bit strange.
“…I’m sorry. I was trying to make you feel better. I guess I only surprised you.”
She answered, burying her face between her breasts. Even now, her chest was fully swollen. It’s so sensitive that I’m worried that even if it touches her underwear, it will be very sore.
“It was good. Really. It was more surprising than good.”
“Really?”
“I couldn’t even imagine it.”
“…Actually, I was like that too. But, I… It was very disappointing, but I don’t think it was bad. My jaw hurts a bit, though.”
“…Did you?”
“I could see you were happy.”
After a while, Camilla looked up at me while kneeling between my legs. Every time, her thighs tensed and her blood rushed.
At the last moment, I hurriedly waved Camila’s hand. Camila left her mouth and stood up, grasping her crotch with one hand and cupping her lower hand with her other hand, holding her close to her own stomach. I placed the tip of her head against the slightly swollen area below her belly button.
“Here.”
Camilla didn’t stop playing with her hands. When I finally lay down on the bed and gasped for breath. Until she was completely exhausted and sagging, as if her back was going to give out. After wiping her body roughly with a blanket on her floor, Camilla climbed onto the bed and lay down next to me.
And now, they are lying diagonally to each other and talking.
Growl. Camilla playfully pats her stomach. An empty, echoing sound.
“I’m hungry.”
“Me too.”
“It’s morning now, right?”
“I think so.”
But both of them just said the same thing and didn’t move at all. Camilla turned over and lay down.
“… How was the joke? I… I really liked it.”
“I’m happy.”
It was sincere. Camilla’s body seems to stiffen a little. She turned her back towards me. Now I can’t hide it even in the dark. Camilla’s breathing becomes heavier, as if she is now embarrassed.
But now, I think I know why she said it was a joke. She wanted to open my heart. If I don’t like it or refuse it, we can easily tell each other that it was just a joke.
“…It’s not a joke. Really.”
Camilla’s eyes got wet. I can see the joy on her face.
“…Did I do it?”
“Yes.”
“Then I guess I should stop playing with my hands now?”
I was startled and grabbed her by the waist. Camilla burst out laughing, probably because her posture was more to her liking than her facial expression that I couldn’t see.
“…You really.”
I thought about squeezing it lightly, but then I slapped her butt lightly. She flicked her hand as if she was going to hit her, showing it off and lightly. Camilla flinched and closed her legs in surprise.
“I shouldn’t do it either.”
Slap. Another slap. Gradually lose more strength, but lighten the fat parts. Camilla’s body gets hotter and hotter.
“You really won’t do it? You won’t do it?”
“I hate it. I hate it…I won’t do it, ugh!”
“Even if it’s like this?”
Camilla seemed to feel it lightly. As I press down on her lower lip, I hold back her laughter, moans, and residual heat. As if cupping her buttocks, she gently patted them. Although it’s not big enough to fit in one hand.
“…What if, John?”
“Yes.”
“If we share and exchange more… The virus in your body will also become stronger, right?”
“I think so.”
“The pheromones produced by your virus will also become stronger. They excite both people and others.”
“I told you it’s still weak. Me and you too.”
Camilla’s hand reaches out. She gently placed her hand on my face.
“The more I want you, the more I accept you… The more the kids who like you become less able to tolerate it.”
“I guess so? Either you like it or you kill it.”
“Then I’m doing something that could be bad for you.”
“I don’t think so, Camilla.”
This time, I gently pet her and caress her.
“I don’t care what it does to my body. If it’s good, I can use it. If it’s bad, I have to find a way to throw it away. And I don’t want to let go of my relationship with you just for that reason. I don’t know if you didn’t know, but “I don’t know now.”
“But every time you do that…”
Don’t you think of profit before your heart? Right. It’s true. If you have to compare it to superiority or inferiority, yes. But,
“I don’t pick on things I really like. The fact that I pick on them means that I already don’t like them the most.”
After hearing her answer, Camilla was silent for a moment. He lowered her head and buried her face in his chest. She seemed to be getting slightly wet.
“I like it, Camilla. I was so scared that I couldn’t say it. I didn’t want to lose what I liked, so I tried not to like anything. So, I just kept it in and lived with it.”
“…Even now?”
A low-pitched voice, as if pressing your forehead against a door.
“…A little.”
Answer honestly. This can’t be helped. That’s how I lived. Life doesn’t change that easily overnight.
“But I want to change. Will you help me?”
Camilla has no answer. She sighed softly and stepped back.
She got off the bed. She had her back turned so she couldn’t see her facial expressions, gestures or anything.
“…I have to wash up.”
Camila wrapped herself in the blanket that had fallen on the floor. She used her slender hands to pull out a change of clothes and her toiletries. Playing with her feet, she placed the LED light at the tent entrance on the floor and turned it on. A soft light spread across the floor.
“John?”
“Yes.”
“See that brown luggage on the wall over there? In the corner.”
It was the smallest among those neatly lined up.