K's Kollection

Cool for the summer part 4 (final)

"Stand up,"

I do as I'm told, and I push myself from the bed. My stomach begins to fill with butterflies at the anticipation of the moment. My heart begins to thud in my chest, and I feel as if I could pass out.

I step in between them, and I shudder at the feeling of their hands against me. The straps of the dress are pushed down my shoulders, and they both lay kisses on the opposite shoulder. I feel my knees buckle, and Gretchen's strong arms wrap themselves around me.

"You know Kamala did the same thing our first night together,"

"You wish," Kamala laughs

"Should I bring out the recordings?" Gretchen asks, and a smile tugs on her lips.

"Recordings?" I ask.

"Enough of that, where were we?" Kamala says, bringing our focus back to me.

Kamala unzips the dress, and the fabric pools around my feet. They help me step out of it, and they both take a step back to look at me.

"You're even more beautiful than we could have even imagined,"

"Is this La Perla?" Gretchen asks, referring to the bra and underwear.

I nod, but then I catch myself and say, "Yes."

Gretchen hums her appreciation as her finger glides across the bare skin of my body. Her finger comes to my back, and her hands unhook my bra. The fabric falls to the floor, and instinctively, I go to cover myself.

"Oh no, that won't do, can we see, please?" Kamala asks.

I look into her eyes, and I can see no judgment, so I let my arms drop. I hear Kamala suck in a breath as her eyes fly immediately to her chest. She exhales shakily, and I go to tuck any stray hair behind my ears.

"Kamala, would you like to do the honors?" Gretchen says, playing with the waistband of my underwear.

"With pleasure," Kamala says, stepping forward. Her eyes lock with mine, and we hold each other's gaze as Kamala lowers herself to her knees. She places a kiss on my belly button, and I hold my breath as Kamala begins to pull down the last piece of clothing I have on.

Kamala admires the glistening skin she finds when the offending fabric reaches your feet. Kamala inhales, and her eyes flutter at the smell of your arousal. Still keeping eye contact, Kamala sticks out her tongue and moves forward.

Thankfully, Gretchen is still behind because I'm sure I would have collapsed if it weren't for her. At the first touch of Kamala's tongue against me, I feel myself begin to throb uncontrollably, and I hope that I'll be able to last long enough for whatever her plans are. She keeps her eyes on me, and I watch as I see her hand sneak between her legs. She moans against me and reaches back to hold on to Gretchen.

"Does that feel good?" Gretchen asks.

"Yes," I moan.

Kamala gives me one final lick before she presses a kiss to my clit, and I shiver. If that was effortless, I can't wait to see what she'll be like when she's putting her all into it.

"You want a taste?" Kamala asks, looking up at Gretchen.

"Yes, please," Gretchen says, and Kamala rises and meets Gretchen with a kiss. I watch as their tongues dance around each other. I see Gretchen take the hand that was between Kamala's legs, and she brings it to my mouth.

"I'd hate for you to be left out," Gretchen says.

I open my mouth, and Gretchen and Kamala watch with glee as my lips wrap around the digits. Kamala's taste explodes on my tongue, and I suckle on her fingers, trying to get all that I can from them.