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Revelations of Destiny	By : Kellendros Category: Kim Possible > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 63461 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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As soon as Kim found her room and went inside, she paused only for a moment when she saw her backpack and overnight bag on the bed before rushing into the bathroom. After she was done and feeling much less… tense, Kim came back out and looked the room over, seeing that it was a modest two bed affair with a balcony. Kim spent a few minutes out on the balcony relaxing and looking at the beautiful view of the ocean and beaches far below before she went back inside and opened up her overnight bag.

Looking at the contents, Kim hesitated. Last night she’d gone to a great deal of consideration choosing what to bring, and had finally settled on a nice little outfit consisting of her knee length, sky blue summer dress, crisscross strap sandals with a modest two inch heel, silver concho barrette, and turquoise bead choker and inlayed silver cuff bracelet. However, after she had put the outfit together, she’d looked up and happened to see the little black dress she’d gotten during the Moodulator incident, and, gripped by a strange fever, she had packed that as well, all the way down to the red stiletto heels she’d worn with it. Now that she was actually here, Kim was paralyzed with indecision over which outfit to wear.

On the one hand, she really didn’t want to encourage Corscan’s very… bold, demeanor when it came to flirting and innuendo, but, on the other hand, Kim couldn’t deny that part of her wanted to see just how strong a reaction she could provoke from the woman if she set her mind to playing the game at the same level Corscan was.

In the end, Kim chickened out and began laying out the first outfit she had put together on the bed. Despite what she might want to try, she just wasn’t ready to deal with the outcome it was all but guaranteed to bring about—even though the night was inevitably headed there anyway, Kim’s nerves didn’t want it happening any sooner if they could help it.

After she was done getting everything ready, Kim took off the clothes she was wearing and packed them away before heading into the bathroom and taking what started out as a quick shower before, with an almost heart-stopping wave of embarrassment, Kim realized that given what was going to happen later on in the evening, she might want to be a little more… thorough, with her cleaning than just a quick once-over. Turning her quick shower into a long one, Kim got out of the bathroom just in time to be able to rush her way into her clothes, do up her still slightly damp hair, and put everything away before heading back down to the lobby as quickly as she could manage so that she would make it there on schedule.

Coming out of the elevator, Kim paused as she saw Corscan waiting for her to one side of the lobby, along with three very well dressed hotel staff standing discreetly behind her. The only thing Corscan had kept from her previous outfit was her silver heart necklace, and now she had on a black tank dress that was snug to her waist before falling loose to mid-calf, slit up either side to just past mid-thigh and with a repeating pattern of emerald and brown palm trees marching across it. As well, she wore black leather sandals with crisscrossing straps that climbed up her calves to just below the knee, and a fine platinum chain across her forehead from which dangled five smooth oval Tiger Eye gems.

As Kim approached, she had to admit that the outfit Corscan was wearing certainly made her look good. It accentuated her sensuality even though it did little to hide her powerful physique, enhancing her air of primal femininity with its blending and contrasting colors and flowing lines. Once more Kim thought she was enjoying the view, but still, she wasn’t certain of it.

When Kim reached Corscan the woman smiled and said; “Evenin’ darlin’. I was gettin’ a little worried there for a bit, but I’ve gotta admit it was worth the wait.”

“Ummm, thanks. You too…” Kim was surprised at how little she was blushing considering there was an audience for the exchange just ten feet away from them.

“Well then, time for dinner. Hope you brought your appetite.” Corscan smiled, and Kim smiled back. By now she really was starting to get hungry again.

Turning to the three staffers behind her, Corscan nodded and each of them came forward in turn, introducing themselves as the private wait staff that would be serving them dinner. When the female server came forward she gave Corscan and Kim each a beautiful fresh lavender orchid lei, and after the woman finished putting them around their necks, Corscan turned and, with a magician’s flourish, produced a single yellow hibiscus bloom with a bright red stamen and slid it into Kim’s hair just above her left ear—this time Kim did blush at the intimate gesture.

After that, the wait staff led the pair through the hotel until they came to a private oceanfront terrace with a beautifully set table in the center of it, seating them just in time for Kim to watch the sky start to turn a riot of reds, oranges, and yellows as the sun began setting on the island paradise. While the sight enraptured her, Kim missed the staff lighting the torches around the terrace, but she couldn’t miss when they started lighting the candles on the table. It was only then, with Corscan gazing at her from across the table and smiling softly, that Kim realized what kind of dinner this was.

To her amazement, she didn’t immediately burst into flames from embarrassment. As a matter of fact, she hardly blushed at all. Either she was building up a tolerance for this kind of thing after being exposed to it all day, or, she just didn’t care any more. Either way, Kim decided she was going to try and enjoy herself, audience or not. It was fairly obvious that Corscan must be spending a small fortune on this, and Kim assumed that places that catered to the wealthy had strong policies of discretion when it came to their guests, so it wasn’t like she had to worry about being “outed” if they saw or heard anything… suggestive, here.

The first course came at the same time the sky seemed to catch fire as the sun finally touched the distant horizon. The waiter set a small plate of what looked like crunchy golden-brown puffballs with shrimp tails sticking out of them in front of Kim, telling her it was Baked Stuffed Shrimp with Clams, while the other waiter placed a much larger plate of the puffballs in front of Corscan and then opened a bottle of champagne for her, pouring a glass and then pausing, waiting while Corscan studied Kim from across the table.

“What?” Kim asked, unable to take the measuring stare anymore.

“I’m tryin’ to decide whether it’s a good idea to offer you a glass of champagne or not…” Corscan answered.

“Why wouldn’t it be?”

“Well, we wouldn’t want to go breaking any laws, now would we?” Corscan teased in a dry tone, her lopsided grin deep and amused as she did so.

“Oh-ho-ho-hoooo…” Kim chucked while shaking her head slightly, even as she broke into a smile. “You did not…” Kim shook her head again, then picked up her glass and held it out.

“I don’t know…” Corscan drawled, one eyebrow arched slightly as she continued her teasing.

“Just gimmi the damn drink,” Kim grumbled in mock-irritation.

“I guess one won’t hurt,” Corscan finally acquiesced, giving a nod to the waiter. “Just so long as we’re clear on who’s askin’ what of who here.” She ended with a smile.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah…” Kim smiled as the waiter filled her long, narrow glass with the fizzing amber liquid and then, once it calmed down, she took a careful sip of it.

Kim was immediately glad she hadn’t taken a bigger drink as the volatile liquid frothed in her mouth like peroxide in an open wound—and didn’t taste that much better either. A powerful tang impacted her tongue like a sledgehammer and it was very difficult for her not to make a face over the sharpness of it. As she paused a second for the drink to calm down enough that she could swallow it without worrying she’d choke on the bubbles, Kim was able to pick up another more pleasant taste behind the wall of sour that had first hit her; fruity and almost sweet, it wasn’t half bad—except for the fact that it came with that brutal sour punch anyway.

Glahhh! How can people drink this stuff? Kim thought with disappointment as she swallowed her first, and likely last, drink of champagne. Then she looked up and saw Corscan watching her with a slight smile and a measured gaze while sipping her own glass of champagne, and Kim knew that the other woman knew exactly what she was thinking. Corscan’s smile deepened as Kim stubbornly forced herself to take another drink; she’d demanded this, and there was no way she was going to give the woman the satisfaction of seeing her set it aside now. Even if it killed her, Kim was going to finish the glass by the end of dinner.

“It’s… interesting, I’ll give it that.” Kim said after the second drink, which thankfully hadn’t been quite as bad as the first now that she had some idea of what to expect.

“Mmmm, interestin’ ‘sa good word all right…” Corscan murmured knowingly while nodding once, but she didn’t say anything more.

After that, Kim and Corscan began the meal in earnest, settling on a table manner that was somewhere between mannered and wolfing everything down with gusto, more to the mannered side than not. Like the earlier meal on the plane, Kim quickly found everything else dropping away as she talked to Corscan, though this time Kim tried to steer the conversation in Corscan’s direction as well, asking her things about herself or her opinions on the subjects in return.

As they talked, the courses came and went. First they finished the crunchy puffball shrimp and then the second course arrived; a plate of Oysters Rockefeller that Kim didn’t fail to note the traditional significance of—at least they weren’t raw. The third course was a modest bowl of creamy Tomato-Basil Crab Bisque, which was also when Kim finished off the last of the champagne in her glass, but thankfully Corscan made no move to offer her a refill. The fourth course arrived shortly thereafter, and was Butter Poached Lobster Tails with Dijon Mustard Sauce, two for Kim and five for Corscan.

It was around this time that Kim realized just how much Corscan was eating compared to her. On the plane she had eaten just slightly more than half a party pizza in total compared to Corscan finishing off the rest of them, and now, it seemed the big woman was still maintaining the same nearly three-to-one ratio of consumption. It was actually strangely unsettling to Kim watching someone out-eat her without going into a Ron-style “vacuum” mode.

It was Corscan’s turn to raise an eyebrow and ask “What?” when she finally took note of Kim’s keen study of her from where she sat across the table.

“Just wondering if you were part shark or something.” Kim responded with a bemused smile.

Corscan laughed and answered; “Yeah, probably. But don’t forget I’m also nearly a half-foot taller than you and over twice your weight. It takes a lot of fuel to maintain this powerhouse after all.” Corscan grinned as she casually flexed her arms in a rippling display of muscle under striped tan skin, winking at Kim while she did so and eliciting a laugh in return.

After they finished the lobster tails, there was a pause to let everything settle before the waiters brought the dessert course; a Strawberry Cake composed of three layers of pound cake between which were sandwiched huge halved strawberries in thick whipped cream, while the whole cake had a liberal coating of dark chocolate topping drizzled over it so that it dripped down the sides to pool around the bottom in little mounds of sweet darkness.

Despite being filled up on the previous four courses, Kim immediately began salivating at the sight of the sinfully yummy looking cake, and as soon as the waiter had carefully cut off a sizable piece and placed it in front of her, Kim took up her fork, carved a big chunk off the slice, and shoveled it into her mouth. As she chewed Kim vented a deep, sublimely satisfied purr; the cake really did taste as good as it looked. In no time at all, Kim had finished her piece and was studying the remaining portion of the cake in the center of the table intently.

“If you want it go ahead darlin’…” Corscan’s voice broke Kim out of her reverie and she looked up to see the woman smiling at her over her own empty dessert plate.

“Ahhh, no, that’s ok.” Kim answered almost mournfully. “If I ate the rest I’d be too stuffed to want to do anything anytime soon.”

“So, we’re interested in… doin’ somethin’, are we?”

Corscan’s sly grin was as sinful as the cake had been, and her gaze was deeply lascivious to Kim’s eyes, but despite her nerves starting up a tap-dance in her stomach, Kim met that gaze and was surprised to find herself once more responding on the same level.

“Maybe I am…” Kim’s eyebrow arched slightly as she smiled back at Corscan.

Corscan laughed softly and stood up, holding out her hand to Kim. After a split second’s hesitation, Kim took it and stood as well, allowing herself to be led towards the doors of the terrace. As she walked through the hotel hand in hand with Corscan, Kim was both glad that there didn’t seem to be many people around to see them, and amazed at the faint sense of disappointment that went through her when the other woman let go once they reached the lobby.

Kim was surprised when Corscan continued on towards the main exit rather than heading toward the elevator banks like Kim assumed she would, though her nerves certainly seemed to appreciate the reprieve. Halfway across the lobby Corscan came to a stop and turned to her, saying; “I need your room card.”

“Oh, ok.” Kim said, reaching around behind her and slipping the card out of the tiny small-of-the-back pocket in her dress before holding it out to Corscan.

Corscan looked at the card for a moment before saying; “Now would be another one of those good moments to back out in if you’re gonna darlin’. You could just go up to your room, stay the night, an’ get on home tomorrow, now couldn’t you?”

Kim hesitated, wondering what had brought this on, and as she did, she was surprised to find that the voices in her head weren’t quite as diametrically opposed over the issue as they had been since yesterday. The overwhelming sense of need was still there, demanding she go through with it so that she would know once and for all, but now… now she wasn’t entirely sure if there wasn’t a very small part of her that wanted this too. Either way it didn’t change her answer.

“No. If this is what you want from me then it’s what I have to do. I’m not going to back out now.” Kim said resolutely.

“All right then.” Corscan responded before taking the card from Kim, going over to the front desk, and returning it along with her own room card. After that she returned to Kim and said; “Ok, let’s get goin’.”

Kim fell in alongside Corscan once more as she resumed heading for the main exit, and as they were emerging from the outer doors of the hotel, one of the valets pulled up in a bright red Ferrari 308 GTS. Then he hopped out of the car, ran around to the far side, and opened the passenger door, apparently waiting for them.

Thanks to a ten-year-old Ron’s summer vacation obsession with private detectives, Kim had seen every episode of Magnum PI—which, for an old show, had actually been surprisingly good Kim had thought, due in no small part to Tom Selleck’s charisma and the believability and humor he had brought to the role—so she recognized the car immediately and couldn’t help breaking into a silly grin over it.

Seeing her expression, Corscan smiled back, shrugged, and said; “Hey, what can I say? I love the classics…”

After getting into the low-riding car and buckling up, Kim was surprised when Corscan flipped open a control panel in the dashboard and activated a heads-up display in the windshield, filling the passenger side of the widow with the olive lines of a transparent road map of the general area on which several red dots moved.

“Just because I like the classics doesn’t mean they can’t be improved,” Corscan grinned as she noted Kim’s look, revving the engine strongly. “Hang on to your hat darlin’, this ain’t no Sunday drive we’re takin’ here.”

Kim didn’t have time to answer as Corscan rolled out from the front of the hotel in a burst of speed that just barely avoided a squeal of burning rubber. As soon as she was able, Corscan began shifting gears, pouring on the speed as she expertly guided the car towards the highway, easily handling the shallow curves of the long road leading there. Twice Kim’s heart jumped up into her throat as Corscan whipped around slower moving traffic as if it were standing still, until she finally realized that the HUD was displaying all the other vehicles on the road, and she relaxed just a hair with the knowledge that Corscan wasn’t blindly ripping through the night with only her reaction time keeping them alive.

Then Corscan hit the sharp turn onto the highway with a high-speed skid using the handbrake that pushed Kim’s heartbeat up considerably while she gripped the door tightly and said; “Don’t you think we’re going a little fast here?”

“No, not really…” Corscan smiled now that she was on the highway and pushed the Ferrari even faster, the engine roaring while the wind whipped around the car in a constant thrumming howl.

“No, seriously, can you please slow down? This is getting dangerous…”

“Well, if I was some shmuck who didn’t know what he was doin’ I guess I’d agree with ya’ darlin’, but, the HUD tells me where everythin’ on the road is, I’ve had extensive military-grade trainin’, an’ I’ve got a lot of drivin’ experience.” Corscan responded, shouting over the wind, and Kim noticed that she didn’t take her eyes off the road while she did so; her gaze remained fixed to the HUD and road beyond as she handled the racing automobile with calm precision.

“I’ll tell ya’ what,” Corscan continued after a moment’s pause, “If you can honestly tell me you’re not enjoyin’ this, I’ll slow down.”

Kim opened her mouth to answer and then closed it a few seconds later without having said a word. She couldn’t deny that having someone else doing the “crazy” for once while she was just along for the ride was exciting her. The fact that her mind wasn’t busy with actually doing this allowed her fear and anxiety to ride in the forefront of her thoughts instead of being far in back like they usually were, pushing her heart rate faster and faster while adrenaline spiked through her blood, heightening her exhilaration. She was enjoying herself, considerably, and as far as she could tell, Corscan really was in control of the situation.

“That’s what I thought…” Corscan said, not smug, but rather with empathic understanding.

Corscan slowed down to a more reasonable speed while passing through the two towns along the way, but even so, she covered the distance between the hotel and the first town they had landed in earlier today in under twenty minutes’ time. Soon they pulled up to a large nightclub with a sign that read Rob’s Good Times Bar and Grille.

“You ready to have some more fun?” Corscan asked as she got out of the car.

“Maybe. What’s here to do?” Kim shot back, getting out herself.

“This is the only real dance club on the island.”

“Ahhh, dance club?” Kim was suddenly uncertain, wavering by the side of the car instead of following Corscan.

“Yeah, why, don’t you like to dance?” Corscan said as she looked back at Kim.

“No, I like to dance, but…” Kim trailed off, then after a moment’s more hesitation she said; “how am I supposed to get in?”

“Got your ID right here,” Corscan grinned as she held up a pair of crisp hundred dollar bills between her fingers. Kim still remained by the car, and Corscan came back and asked; “What’s really botherin’ you?”

“Well, it’s just that… what if someone… sees us together?” Kim said, nervous and unsure.

Corscan snorted and responded; “So what if they do? It’s not like women don’t dance with one another all the time anyway. This whole island is geared towards tourism darlin’, an’ we’re just two girls out enjoyin’ ourselves while on vacation. No one’s gonna think anythin’ different…” Corscan paused for a moment, then grinned wickedly as she added; “unless of course you’re plannin’ on usin’ some serious dirty-dancin’ an’ grindin’ me right there on the dance floor.”

“No!” Kim’s head shot up even as she blushed.

“Then c’mon darlin’; just relax. People only see what they wanna see; you’ve got nothin’ to worry about.”

“Ok.” Kim said, still a little unsure but willing to give Corscan the benefit of the doubt.

A few minutes later she was glad she did. The dance floor wasn’t exactly crowded—it wasn’t even eight o’clock yet after all—but there were still a fair amount of people on it, the DJ was just getting into his groove, and at least two of the couples were girls that looked just shy of having sex with one another with the way they were dancing together. All in all Kim could see that there was no way anyone was going to see anything out of the ordinary with her dancing with Corscan.

For the next hour or so Kim worked up a sweat dancing with Corscan, only taking a few breaks when the songs playing would have encouraged a type of dance that Kim wasn’t comfortable with. Kim had to admit that Corscan was a great dancer, her physical ability translating well to the dance floor, and just like when they had fought, that ability brought Kim up to a new level herself—though unlike when they had fought, Kim was more than able to keep up this time. She could have even outdone Corscan if she’d wanted to make more of a spectacle of herself than she was willing to—even the level Kim was comfortable with had garnered the pair several admirers watching them as they out-danced nearly everyone else on the floor.

Smiling and laughing, Kim was feeling relaxed and pleasantly worked out from the activity when they finally left the nightclub. After they got in the car, Corscan pulled out of the parking lot and headed back up the coast. As she drove, Kim broke the silence by talking with her about restaurants and bars and nightclubs, taking the opportunity to find out just how common the night’s activities were for the woman and how realistic they were compared to a normal night out. Unsurprisingly Corscan confirmed her passing familiarity with nightlife, though Kim was pleasantly surprised to find out that according to Corscan, the kind of evening they had had was possible even in Middleton—though it would be no less expensive there.

As soon as Corscan cleared the resort towns she poured on the speed once more, but, instead of heading back to the hotel as Kim expected, Corscan pulled off the highway a few miles later, stopping at an automatic gate that she had to open with a numbered keypad sequence. Once past the gate, she followed a gently curving private road for about a mile, pulling up in front of a small but very opulent looking beach house at the end of it.

Getting out of the car with Corscan, Kim followed her up the front walk cautiously, not wanting to take the chance of tripping in the darkness, despite the smoothness of the stone walkway. Wandering into the house nonchalantly, Corscan flipped the soft interior lights on, revealing a beautifully decorated living room to the right, a dining room to the left, and stairs straight ahead. Then she went over to the wall and opened a concealed panel, exposing a security console that she used a keypad and palm-print scanner to access. After making some adjustments to the security system, Corscan closed the panel and turned to Kim where she still stood in the foyer.

“Come on in darlin’.” Corscan said as she began undoing her sandals.

Kim followed her example and before Corscan was even done with her first sandal, Kim was already setting her much simpler shoes on a mat that was obviously there for the purpose, sighing as her feet relaxed. Two-inch heels might be modest, but they were still heels after all. After Corscan finished removing her sandals and putting them on the mat next to Kim’s shoes, she headed for the living room.

Entering the living room alongside Corscan, Kim took note of her backpack and overnight bag sitting on the couch. Then she saw the time on the clock display of the stereo and shook her head in disbelief. “That can’t be right. It’s not even nine o’clock yet?”

“Four hour time difference here darlin’.” Corscan smiled as the clock rolled over to read nine o’clock exactly. “It’s one o’clock back home for you now. Why, you gettin’ tired?”

“Not really, no. I’m a night owl.” Kim answered. “I usually don’t go to bed ‘til one or two o’clock on most nights, sometimes even later.”

Corscan nodded as she paused by an end table next to the couch, carefully removing her headpiece from her hair and setting it in a shallow dish before taking off her necklace and adding it as well. With a gesture, Corscan called Kim over to her side and, with an easy familiarity that had Kim not even realizing what was happening until it was underway, slid off her bracelet and then helped remove her necklace and barrette, putting each them in the dish along with her own jewelry before ending with the flower she had put in Kim’s hair earlier.

Kim blushed faintly and a with a nervous flutter in her voice asked; “Is it time for… I mean; are we going to…” Kim trailed off, unable to finish.

“Fuck like rabbits?” Corscan responded, and it was her smile and arched eyebrow that intensified Kim’s blush more than the vulgarity of her words. With a laugh Corscan continued, “No, not yet darlin’… we’re gettin’ close I’ll admit, but we’ve got a ways to go still.” Corscan picked up the remote for the stereo and turned it on before tossing the remote on the couch and finishing; “Now, come dance with me…”

“But didn’t we…” Kim trailed off as Corscan pulled her in close and she heard the soft, smooth rhythms coming out of the stereo. “Oh.”

Kim was swept up in a wave of confusion even as her body instinctively responded to Corscan’s lead, leaning into her and following along in the languid movements of the swaying slow dance. Corscan was warm and surprisingly soft, and though Kim did feel nervous and uncomfortable dancing this way with her, those feelings weren’t nearly as strong as she would have though they would have been. It didn’t exactly feel… right, but… it certainly didn’t feel wrong to her either, and as the dance went on, the unpleasant feelings slowly but surely dissipated in the face of the gentle, enthralling movements she was stepping through.

As Kim continued to move back and forth with Corscan they fell into an easy rhythm with one another, each of their movements accentuating and supporting the other’s in a natural blending of their physical abilities. Which was good, because the next track was a much more upbeat number.

“Show me passion darlin’,” Corscan murmured just before she spun Kim out and away from her to arm’s length before pulling her back in, smooth and sensual as she pressed against her, beginning the flamboyant, stylized steps of an intense freestyle ballroom dance.

Initially the sudden change in rhythm and focus threw Kim off her steps, but she quickly adjusted and, much to her surprise, was easily able to match the heated sensuality Corscan was demanding of her. Her movements grew bolder and more sweeping as she embraced the mood of the dance, making Corscan “chase” her back and forth across the floor in a sultry give and take that was oddly reminiscent of how they had fought one another—though the focus of this exchange was on a far different primal instinct than that of combat to be sure.

Kim was grinning as the dance wound down, the final climax ending with her pressed tight to Corscan, both of them with one arm thrown out and the other wrapped around each other’s waists, spines arching and legs spread wide in a deep forward crouch into one another. Then the tracks changed again and Corscan smiled down at her as the air filled with a pounding, writhing beat that was much more primeval than structured.

A moment later Corscan… undulated against her, her bones seeming to have vanished from beneath her flesh with the serpentine fluidity of her rippling, pressing up against Kim in a much more overt display of seductive movements. Kim froze up, not responding, and Corscan slid around behind her, still pressing up against her in waves of firm flesh while her hands slid around Kim’s waist and pulled her even closer.

“I… I can’t…” Kim protested feebly before trailing off.

“Yes, you can. You can do anythin’, remember?” Corscan’s breath was hot and moist on Kim’s cheek as she pressed in behind her and murmured into her ear so softly that it was almost purring. “I could see it in your eyes at the club; you wanted nothin’ less than to smoke the few guys that were better than us because you were holdin’ back, afraid of who would see. But you felt it, wanted it. Remember the surfer with the frosted tips an’ his little fuck-toy who were all but ready to be arrested on the floor just to show us up? You know they wouldn’t have stood a chance if you’d just cut lose, an’ we both know you can. There’s no one here to see but you an’ me, an’ I want to see Kim. Show me what you can do. Don’t hold back, just let yourself go…”

Kim bit her lip with indecision while Corscan’s words filled her head, and the big woman leaned around her and shifted Kim half towards her, brushing her hair back from her face and keeping her warm fingers resting gently against her scalp, turning Kim’s head so she could look deep into her eyes while continuing to sway and brush up against her.

“Show me.” It was half plea and half demand, and Kim felt her inhibitions crumble at the words.

Slowly, Kim began moving back against Corscan, hesitantly at first, unsure of her movements. She had never really danced this way before, save for in daydreams and behind the locked door of her room, just for silly kicks and to see if she could. It was a far different thing to actually be doing it with a partner, let alone a woman who made no qualms about what she wanted from you. Soon though, and with an ease that surprised her, Kim found herself loosening up and getting into the swing of things.

It wasn’t long before Kim was swaying and coiling herself against Corscan in return, arching her back deeply, raising a smooth, bent leg high on Corscan’s body, and letting her hands move across the other woman as they pulled each other tight before letting go to smoothly shift into another position time and time again, pressing and rubbing and rolling up and down in an unfettered display of sensual, seductive movements.

Almost before she knew it, the music was ending, and Kim found herself pressed close to Corscan with the other woman looking down into her eyes as the last of the beat faded into silence. Kim was breathless and flushed from more than just exertion, and strangely exited as well; it had felt good moving like that, to be able to just let herself go and not care about anything other than the music washing over her and the press of her body against someone else’s. It had been pure physicality without thought or even emotion, it just… was, and once Kim had let herself go she had been able to immerse herself in it fully, enjoying every moment from then on.

But now it was over, and Kim felt all her emotions rush back in. Embarrassment over some of the things she had done was there, competing with the strong elation she had gotten from the experience, but foremost in her mind was trepidation, because Kim was all but certain Corscan was going to kiss her again. She could feel it, see it in her eyes, and she trembled slightly in the face of what was to come—and from the fact that she wasn’t sure that she wasn’t about to kiss Corscan herself. But, yet again, the big woman did the wholly unexpected, gently releasing Kim and stepping away from her with a soft smile.

“You move well for someone who… can’t.” Corscan grinned wickedly, and Kim felt her flush grow hotter, but she kept her head up instead of looking away like her embarrassment screamed at her to do, and she met Corscan’s gaze boldly, refusing to let her discomfort over something the other woman had all but demanded of her affect her actions.

“And you…” Kim faltered. She really didn’t have much experience with this kind of banter. She almost wished it was Shego or Bonnie she was facing down, at least then she wouldn’t seem so… so girlish, at a loss for words and all. Quips about fighting ability and fashion sense came easy to her, but sexual innuendo? Not so much. Thanks to the off balance state she found herself in, Kim was stunned to hear herself instead timidly asking Corscan; “Will it… I mean, when we… will it be anything like that?”

Corscan smiled as Kim turned a deeper shade of red over her question and answered; “Nahhh, not at all…” Corscan paused, drawing out the moment wickedly before concluding; “it won’t even come close darlin’; it’ll be ten times better.”

This time Kim did look away from Corscan, unable to take the combination of humor and wicked sexuality in her expression, and sure as well that the woman was laughing at her expense—Kim knew that sex felt really good, but there was no way she was going to fall for that line. Ten times better? Please.

“C’mon darlin’, the moon’s comin’ up soon, let’s go for a swim.”

Kim turned back to Corscan just in time to see her putting the remote for the stereo back on the end table after having turned it off.

“Errr, swim? Sorry, I don’t have a suit. You didn’t tell me to pack one and I didn’t know we’d end up somewhere like this.”

Corscan didn’t answer right away. Instead, she reached behind herself with both hands and started fiddling with her dress. A few moments later she undid something in back and the snug waistline of the dress vanished into loose folds of fabric. Looking up at Kim, Corscan raised her hands to her shoulders and in a simple move, shrugged out of her dress and let it slide down the curves of her body to pool around her feet in a ring of black silk.

“Who said anythin’ about a suit?” Corscan grinned, one eyebrow raised as she stood wearing only a brief pair of slim grey cotton panties. A quick hook of her fingers and a little shimmy later and she wasn’t even wearing those.

Kim stood shocked as an eternity of endlessly long seconds slowly crept by, unable to tear her gaze away from the sudden sight of Corscan standing naked in front of her until, finally, her thoughts started flowing again and she quickly looked away.

Kim had seen other girls naked countless times before, but this was different. It wasn’t utilitarian. It wasn’t changing in the locker rooms or showering. Kim could feel the difference. This was a woman purposely showing herself off to her—and what was more, Kim felt herself wanting to take another look, just to see what there was to see.

“Awww, don’t you like me?” Corscan said in a mock-pouty tone. “C’mon Kim, turn around an’ tell me what you think.”

Kim took a deep breath and slowly complied with Corscan’s wish—and her own desire—turning and slowly lifting her gaze to take in all Corscan had to offer.

Strangely enough, the first thing that Kim noticed was something that she was surprised she hadn’t before; Corscan had absolutely no body hair whatsoever. She was completely smooth, lacking even the soft golden fuzz most women had. The warm lighting of the living room gave that unnaturally smooth, rich nut-brown skin a golden glow, and accentuated the dark tiger stripe pattern that covered her from neck to wrist to ankle, the inky, gently uneven lines in turn accentuating the sharp definition of Corscan’s powerful physique, every well-developed muscle standing out clearly from beneath the satiny surface.

Nearly every line of Corscan’s body was composed of enticing, shapely curves, and Kim blushed faintly as she found herself studying Corscan’s chest. It was a strange dichotomy, smoothly flat yet not—like every other part of her body, Corscan’s muscular development gave her flowing, attractive curves here as well. In addition, Corscan’s dark brown nipples stood out proudly from her small, tightly defined areolas, and Kim took note of the fact that though they were noticeably thicker than her own, they weren’t as long—then again, Kim had never seen anyone with nipples longer than her own.

Kim continued her appreciative study of Corscan’s form, her blush deepening slightly as she found her gaze drifting down over the ridges of Corscan’s tight abs to the lines that composed the taut wedge of her groin—and even more so from the disappointment she felt when she couldn’t see more than a hint of what was down there thanks to the way Corscan was standing.

“Well?” Corscan asked, her smile warm and indulgent when Kim looked up again, and her eyes bright with enjoyment over the girl’s perusal of her naked body.

“You’re… you’re beautiful.” Kim said softly, meaning it. Corscan might not measure up to any popular standards of beauty, but Kim couldn’t deny the sensuality of her exotic looks. Her handsome features, powerful body, and hard curves gave her a visceral, primal femininity that was impossible to ignore. Her confidence was almost palatable and she practically oozed sexuality in every sultry curve and line of her frame, like an Amazon queen or the jungle cat she so resembled.

“Well ain’t you sweet darlin’.” Corscan replied, just as soft.

“No, I mean it.” Kim said, louder and resolutely.

“I know; so did I.” Corscan smiled. “Now c’mon, I showed you mine, it’s your turn now.”

“I… I can’t.” Kim said, looking away again.

“Hmmm… Well, that is gonna to make things a little difficult later on then. Not impossible, just… difficult.”

Kim turned around in time to catch Corscan’s last words and her teasing smile. “No, it’s… it’s not that. I mean I can’t… go outside… like that.” Kim was almost as flustered by the heat coming off her skin as she was by her uneasiness; she was going to turn a permanent shade of pink or red if she kept blushing at this rate.

“Oh come on, you mean you’ve never gone skinny dippin’ before?” Corscan said, plainly amazed by Kim’s distress.

“Ummm, well, no, not exactly.” Kim answered. “I mean, there were a few times at summer camp, and once with the squad, but I never… I mean; I always kept my underwear on.”

“So what, you’re body shy then? Change quick in the lockers an’ never shower after practice? That can’t be right, or you wouldn’t have been able to go out swimmin’ in your undies then… let alone perform in front of crowds in the skimpy uniforms cheerleaders wear…” Corscan trailed off, puzzled.

“No, it’s not that. I don’t mind changing or showering or anything, and as long as I have some clothes on I’m ok with showing a little skin, but just going outside… naked… I don’t think… I mean, it’s different if someone saw me like that.”

“Well ahhh, I’m certainly goin’ to be seein’ you ‘like that’ later on, an’ up real close an’ personal like too.” Corscan teased. “So I really don’t see what the problem is darlin’. It’s not like anyone else is around; I own everythin’ for nearly a half-mile in every direction, an’ the security measures around this place? Well, let’s just say I’d have a lot to explain if the local authorities were to get wind of exactly what’s out there along my property line.”

Kim couldn’t help snorting. “What, does everyone with money run out and buy self-activating lasers as soon as they can afford them?”

Corscan chuckled and responded; “Nahhh, too messy. It’s a sonic fence an’ self-activatin’ SHOC cannons actually. Now… quit stallin’. There’s no one around but you an’ me, so you’ve got no excuse not to come out for a swim, now do ya’ darlin’?”

“Well, I guess…” Kim was wavering, still not sure if she could bring herself to do it or not.

“C’mon darlin’, have some fun an’ live a little. Trust me.”

Kim took a deep breath and nodded. “Ok,” she said before starting to gather up the skirt of her summer dress, pulling it up her legs in little jerks as she bundled it in her hands. A second later she felt a spike of anxiety in the pit of her stomach as she pulled the dress up to her shoulders and gathered it some more before slipping it over her head and stepping out from underneath it. It wasn’t just the idea of going outside that had Kim nervous now; it was the idea of taking off her clothes in front of Corscan at all. Kim had known it was going to happen eventually, but knowing wasn’t the same as doing, and she was definitely nervous now that the time was here.

Standing holding her dress bunched up in front of her and wearing nothing except the pale pastel-blue bra and panty set she’d had on underneath it, Kim forced herself to relax, calmly shaking the dress out and then laying it over the back of the sofa next to her overnight bag. After that she looked up to see Corscan watching her with a faint smile and an attentive eye, and a little shiver ran through her over it. A shiver that Kim was surprised to discover wasn’t solely made up of nerves either; it was… it was excitement as well, she couldn’t deny it. The idea of taking her clothes off in front of someone who was—she certainly hoped—enjoying the view was… thrilling.

Well, time to get another thrill, Kim thought wryly as she took another breath and reached around behind her back, squirming as she started unhooking her bra strap. And give one too… she added, smiling even as she blushed over the thought. A second later, just as she finished undoing the clasp on her bra, Kim’s eyes widened suddenly as she notice something else her contorting had accomplished.

“Ummm, I know you’re not going to believe this Corscan, but… can you tell me where the bathroom is please?” Kim asked, feeling like her skin was on fire from her blush and quite annoyed over being so embarrassed from the question.

Corscan snorted into a throaty chuckle and grinned. “Not exactly the most flatterin’ thing someone’s said to me in this sort of situation darlin’. I can just turn around or somethin’ y’know…”

“No! It’s not that, really! It’s just …” Kim’s voice dropped low as she continued. “I really have to go.” Kim was sure her face was going to burst into flames any second now. “It’s… it’s past one o’clock and… I usually…” Kim trailed off, wondering whether or not she’d be the first person in history to prove you actually could die from embarrassment.

Laughing now, Corscan said; “Ok. That’s a hell of a lot better than you pukin’ on me or somethin’ I guess. It’s just the way you looked there an’ the moment you asked in…”

“Bathroom, now, please?” Kim pleaded, hopping back and forth from foot to foot in an anxious little dance.

“C’mon.” Corscan said, turning and padding deeper into the house while Kim quickly scampered along behind her.

Despite her sudden incessant need, Kim couldn’t help but notice how… interesting, the view of the sharp curves of Corscan’s sublimely shapely ass looked as they moved back and forth with her swaying walk. It was almost, but not quite, enough to take her mind off her dilemma.

Leading Kim into the kitchen area past the living room, Corscan pointed into the grey gloom of the kitchen proper and said; “Go through there an’ turn left. Head down the hall an’ the first door on your right is the bathroom darlin’.” As Kim rushed off, Corscan called after her; “I’ll be outside. Don’t keep me waitin’ too long darlin’ or I’ll think you fell in.”

“Ok,” Kim shot over her shoulder absently, turning the corner as she sought out the bathroom as quickly as she could in the darkness of the hall beyond. As soon as she was inside with the lights on she went over to the toilet, not even having time to close the door behind her.

Damnit, sometimes I really hate this. Kim grumbled in her head even as she gratefully relived herself.

Ever since she’d started her world-saving adventures, Kim had quickly picked up two skills that came in really handy. One was a soldier’s ability to sleep anywhere at any time—not that she usually needed much sleep anyway, but it was still a neat trick—and the other was the ability to go for well over a day without even thinking about needing to go to the bathroom, so long as she was involved in a difficult situation. The problem was, that second ability came with a price; now whenever Kim was in a situation where she knew she had easy access to a bathroom and the time to use it, she couldn’t hold it in to save her life; when it wanted out, it wanted out now. There had been times—like this one for instance—when that cost had proven to be seriously annoying and embarrassing for her.

Kim sighed. “Well, better this than having to ask Shego for a potty break while we’re in the middle of a fight I guess.” she said to herself, imagining just how well that would go over with her pale nemesis. Then again, Shego was kind of strange at times, so who knew? Unfortunately, that quirkiness didn’t apply to any of her other enemies, so in the end, if the price for being more effective in the field was a little inconvenience and embarrassment from time to time then she’d pay it gladly.

At least this had happened now rather than later, when she and Corscan were… doing what they’d come here to do. If that had happened Kim was absolutely sure she would have blushed so hard she would have passed out from lack of blood to her brain.

Finishing up her business, Kim searched for the toilet paper and, just as she was starting to get frustrated, gave a sharp “Ha! Gotcha!” of victory as she turned and looked at floor level behind the toilet, finding the dispenser right where the other one had been in Corscan’s bathroom at her company headquarters. After that, Kim used the bidet and was just about to put her panties back on when she laughed and stood up instead. Moving over to the mirror, Kim slid her loose bra off as well and stood looking at herself for several long seconds.

“Well, you’re really going to do this, aren’t you?” Kim asked herself, tiny butterflies fluttering through her tummy at the thought of wandering back out into the house naked, let alone what that was eventually going to lead to.

Yep. Kim answered silently, a naughty little thrill coursing through her, competing with her uneasy nerves. Well, let’s go rock her world then.

Kim’s grin was goofy as she turned out the lights and carefully padded her way back into the kitchen, finding it much darker than she had expected. It looked like Corscan had turned out all the lights before she left. Standing in the shadows, Kim waited for her night vision to adjust, and a few moments later she could easily make out her surroundings, thanks to the silvery light of the nearly full waning gibbous moon streaming in through the copious amount of windows the beach house possessed.

Wandering through the kitchen proper to the table area, Kim felt a damp breeze from her left, and she turned to see that the sliding door was open all the way, with the screen door letting in humid air from outside. Through the screen door, Kim could make out Corscan’s curvy form as she stood bent over with her forearms resting on the wooden railing of the deck, looking out on the ocean beyond. As her gaze traveled across the lines of Corscan’s body, Kim noted the prominent shadowed diamond indentation between her tight thighs, and once more she found herself disappointed by not being able to make out any details even as she was strangely thrilled by the way its shadowed depths somehow looked… inviting, to her.

Quickly Kim went over to the couch and set her underwear on top of her summer dress before returning to the screen door, all whisper quiet on her bare feet. Standing before the door, Kim took a deep breath and then slid it open with a faint rasping noise that sounded all the louder in the shadowed, silvery quiet of the night. A moment later she slipped outside and closed the door behind her.

Turning back toward the beach, Kim’s heartbeat quickened as the comfortably cool breeze wafted across her skin, raising goose bumps and her nipples alike with the passage its soft caress, even as it carried the exotic scents of jungle and tropical blossoms and sandy beach and ocean spray to her nose. Taking another step out into the night, Kim was struck by a sudden, wild impulse to walk over to Corscan and lean against the woman the same way she was leaning on the railing, resting her forearms against that inviting curve of strong back. However, before she could act on her impulse—or before she could chicken out on it, as the case might have been—Corscan stood up and looked back over her shoulder at Kim.

“Now isn’t that just a lovely sight.” Corscan murmured, and Kim was glad the shadows hid her faint blush—she was sick of showing Corscan just how many shades of red she was capable of turning.

“C’mon out into the light an’ let me have a look at’cha darlin’.” Corscan said as she turned around fully.

Kim complied with Corscan’s request after only a moment’s hesitation, striding to the center of the deck and standing with her arms to her sides and head held high, steadfastly refusing to give in to the instincts telling her to cover up or look away bashfully. Kim could almost feel Corscan’s gaze slowly traveling over her, drinking in every line and curve of her toned, nubile young body as she stood in the pale moonlight, but still she fought her urges to turn away or cover up.

Kim finally lost that battle when Corscan licked her lips and pursed them for a moment before commenting; “Hmmm, a little bit ‘a naughty in you after all if we’re keepin’ our pretty little pussy bare, now ain’t there?”

“What? No! I don’t…” Kim looked away and had to seriously fight the urge to put her hands in front of her smooth groin. “I don’t… shave it or anything. I’ve never needed to.” At Corscan’s inquisitive hum Kim exerted a supreme effort of will to meet her gaze once more and continue. “I’ve never had even a hint of hair down there, ok? It freaked me out for a while when everyone else started… y’know, sprouting and all and I didn’t, but my mom ran a bunch of tests and it wasn’t hormonal or anything, I went through puberty just like everyone else, except for… that. Other than some peach fuzz I just don’t have anything anywhere, ok?”

“Really?”

“Yes, it’s just the way I am I guess.”

“Well now, that is somethin’ I know countless women would kill for darlin’—some of them literally. If I were you, I’d keep that little secret under my hat; jealousy can be a vicious bitch at times.”

Kim snorted softly. She’d never seen her particular… condition, as an advantage before, it just was, but now that she thought about it, she did hear an awful lot of complaining in the locker room and showers from the girls that shaved and waxed. As a matter of fact, Bonnie was pretty vocal in her bitching over how much of a pain in her oh-so-perfect ass it was to get her regular Brazilian wax done.

“What?” Corscan asked as she saw the broad grin spreading across Kim’s face.

“Oh, nothing, just thinking about what you said.” Kim said, amusement readily apparent in her tone.

Corscan shifted her stance slightly as she studied Kim, smiling back in turn, and as she did, Kim was finally rewarded with a full view of what had been eluding her up until that point, and a strange shiver ran through her even as her eyes widened in surprise. It wasn’t that Corscan had anything unexpected between her legs; the lines of her pussy were just a shade darker than the rest of her, trim and soft looking in the silvery moonlight, but… Kim was just shy of being shocked over the size of the other woman’s clit.

“Oh wow…” Kim murmured without thinking.

Corscan raised an eyebrow. “See somethin’ you like?”

“What? No, I’m not… I mean… well, maybe. It’s just… I always though mine was pretty big, but yours…” Kim trailed off, blushing less than she would have thought if she’d ever considered having a conversation like this. Her own clit was just a touch bigger than her little finger, easily visible and, up until this point, the biggest one Kim had ever seen on anyone.

Corscan chuckled. “Oh, you mean this little darlin’?” She said, casually stroking the tip of her middle finger down the side of her clit, and Kim was surprised to see that it looked to be about the size of the woman’s thumb. “Well, I am a big girl in every way after all.” Corscan laughed again, her grin twisting into wicked amusement. “Good thing we ain’t a couple ‘a guys now ain’t it? That’d put a real damper on the evenin’ I’d bet.”

For a second Kim was silent. Then she snorted and broke out in a goofy grin while laughing. “Ahhh, yeah, I think so,” Kim said, still smiling and chuckling at the idea.

“C’mon darlin’, let’s go have that swim now,” Corscan said, holding out her hand to Kim.

Kim took Corscan’s hand after only a moment’s hesitation and let herself be led out toward the open beach beyond. As she walked with Corscan, Kim finally noticed her surroundings now that her attention wasn’t focused on the woman beside her. The silvery moonlight made the vast expanse of pure white sand seem to shine with its own pale luminescence. To either side of the deck were well-tended gardens of tropical flowers, ferns, and small palm trees. The gardens expanded in size as they continued around to the sides of the house, and the edge of the jungle was trimmed far back with a clear line of separation between wild and landscaped growth.

On the beach to Kim’s right, closer to the house than the waterline, was a large octagonal gazebo that rose well over two feet off the sand on pylons, the walls and roof a skeletal framework supporting fine mesh screens that enclosed it completely. To her left was a line of three heavy wooden posts in the center of a rectangular area composed of smooth cut granite stones, and Kim thought she saw the glint of metal running up them, as well as wire baskets on the back of each post. More irregularly cut slabs of granite formed a broad, smooth grey pathway connecting the post area to the gazebo as well as leading to the deck before splitting off from there to branch out into the gardens and around the sides of the house.

As Kim followed Corscan off the path and out onto the sand of the beach, she felt more and more exposed as the landscape opened up. By the time they reached the edge of the water Kim was practically on the verge of jumping out of her skin at every little noise or movement she noticed, real or imagined. Wading out into the still surprisingly warm water, she was nearly startled when Corscan stopped and turned Kim to face her.

“Kim,” Corscan stepped in close, her bare flesh only inches away, and Kim was suddenly much more aware of Corscan than her imagined fears as she looked up into her hazel eyes. “You really,” Corscan brought her right hand up and gently rested its warmth on Kim’s chest, between her pert breasts, “really,” Kim trembled as her nerves jangled even more tensely in her knotted stomach, “need to learn how to relax,” there was a sudden gleam in Corscan’s eyes as she finished.

Kim squealed as Corscan shoved her back off her feet to go sprawling ass-first into the water. A few seconds later Kim broke the surface again, shaking her head and sputtering to the sound of Corscan’s hearty, rich laughter. Sitting up in the currently chest deep water Kim raked her wet hair back from her face and shouted; “Corscan!”

“What?” Corscan answered nonchalantly, standing with her arms crossed over her chest. Then a hint of a smile crossed her features as she added; “Or better yet; what’a’ya gonna do about it?”

For a moment Kim teetered on the verge of fuming, but then, insidiously, a soft chuckle bubbled up in her throat and she felt her mouth slowly curling in a grin. Shaking her head, Kim muttered; “O-ho-ho-ho you…” before she raised her right arm and carved out an arcing swath of water from the ocean’s surface with her cupped palm, sending it in Corscan’s direction.

“Oh, that the best you’ve got?” Corscan grinned as she only half-avoided Kim’s splash. With a snap of her left foot Corscan almost nailed Kim square in the face with her own counter wave as Kim was bending forward and getting her legs under her, but at the last second Kim pushed out to the side and avoided it.

In short order Kim and Corscan had moved out to thigh-deep water as they continued their watery battle, both of them grinning and laughing as they exchanged barrages with one another. Circling around, Kim moved in in a sudden rush and grabbed Corscan’s right wrist tightly with both hands before throwing herself backward and twisting to the side, using all her weight to drag Corscan off her feet and in with her sideways.

Kim surfaced again and flipped her hair back with a laugh, looking over to where she’d pulled Corscan in. Spotting nothing but ocean waves, Kim raised an eyebrow and then smiled slyly. A moment later she started slowly turning back and forth, looking at the surface of the water carefully. Unfortunately, even though the moonlight was strong and she had excellent night vision, Kim wasn’t able to make out anything other than vague shadows in the water. Despite not having much success, Kim tried her best to stay on guard and look every which way at once. She knew what was coming, and she wasn’t going to make it easy for Corscan.

Time dragged by with neither sight nor sound of the other woman, and just as Kim was starting to wonder if maybe something really was wrong, she felt a strong hand wrap around her ankle and yank her leg out from under her. As she was pulled off her feet she felt Corscan shoot by her, almost touching the bottom as she swam fast and hard, undulating her legs up and down like a fish and not letting go, dragging her under and several more yards out to sea before she finally lost momentum and had to let go.

Kim surfaced in water up to her chest and filled her lungs with as much air as she could suck in before diving back under and darting away from where Corscan was just surfacing. Quickly putting distance between herself and Corscan, Kim went out as far as she could without losing sight of the woman and then began circling her, the salt water stinging her eyes while she fought the urge to laugh as the theme from Jaws started playing in her head.

Kim circled Corscan until her lungs were starting to ache before moving in fast and smooth, coming up at an angle behind and to the side of her, hooking her left arm around Corscan’s waist as she broke the surface and refilled her lungs in a noisy gasp. Immediately after that, Kim dove once more, her momentum pulling Corscan off her feet and down with her. Under the water Kim tried to get away again, but Corscan grabbed her before she could, and they struggled for a brief period before Corscan ended up behind Kim with her arms wrapped around her.

Getting her feet under her, Corscan stood up and broke the surface in shoulder deep water for her, her hold on Kim keeping the girl’s head above water and unable to touch bottom. Both of them panted for several seconds, and then Corscan laughed and said; “Wrestlin’ with someone stronger than you underwater is a real mistake unless you’re willin’ to do some serious damage darlin’. Without leverage y’ain’t gonna win, an’ there’s no leverage for ‘ya out here…”

“So I noticed.” Kim laughed, and then she really did notice something; the warmth of Corscan’s body pressed against her from behind, arms wrapped around her firmly and every inch of their bare skin slick and smooth in the cooler water. Corscan’s left arm was just under Kim’s breasts, the sharp swell of their undersides pressed against the top of it, while her right arm was around Kim’s waist, just above her hips and so very close to her groin. As well, Kim could feel Corscan’s hard nipples pressing into her back, and every so often she felt the back of her left thigh brush up against Corscan’s groin to encounter a prominent, hot firmness there.

Kim grew still as she recognized Corscan’s arousal, unsure how she felt about it even as her own nipples and clit started to stiffen in response, confusing her even more. Twisting a little in Corscan’s arms, Kim looked back at her, and Corscan studied her in turn. Kim’s breathing quickened slightly even as her tummy quivered uneasily; Corscan’s mouth was inches away from hers, those sharply defined lips wet and warmly inviting with her smile.

Is she going to kiss me now? Are we going to… do I want her to? Do I want to kiss her? Touch her?

The thoughts flitted through Kim’s mind rapidly, but before anything could come about, Kim felt Corscan’s grip loosen as she said; “C’mon darlin’, let’s finish our swim.” Then she let go fully and slipped further away from Kim, moving to arm’s length.

Off balance, Kim just said “Ok.” and followed Corscan as she headed out a moment after her affirmation.

Corscan took Kim from one end of the big lagoon to the other and back again, swimming smoothly on the surface or along the bottom alike and setting a casual, almost languid pace.

While Kim followed Corscan, her thoughts swam just as much as she did, flitting back and forth and scattering and reforming like a school of fish. She wasn’t sure of anything anymore. Was she here because she had to be here—to pay her debt and find out for sure if Corscan was right about her or not—or was she here because she wanted to be here? Could she really want to be with Corscan even though she barely knew her, or was it all just autonomic responses to stimulation and the strange situation? Even after they finished swimming and were leaving the water Kim still didn’t have an answer.

As Corscan led her to the area with the three poles, Kim saw that the metal she thought she’d seen on them was piping and shower heads. Not paying attention to Corscan as the woman turned on the shower at the post she picked, Kim missed her standing off to the side while she did so. As a result, when the freezing cold spray hit her full on after she turned her own shower valve, Kim screeched and leapt back just as Corscan tried to warn her seconds too late.

“Well, I tried.” Corscan said with a laugh, watching in amusement while Kim shook the frigid water off of herself.

Grumbling, Kim came back in and stood to the side of the spray, testing it with her hand until it turned tepid. That was when Corscan started rinsing off, so Kim figured it was as good as it was going to get and entered her own stream as well, sluicing the saltwater residue and sand off her before turning and soaking her hair thoroughly, combing her fingers through it and fanning it out repeatedly.

Once she was clean Kim turned off her shower and saw that Corscan was toweling off. A short search later and Kim found that towels were in the wire baskets on the backsides of the posts, and she started drying off herself. Kim turned while she was finishing up her hair and found Corscan standing relaxed and watching her with a faint smile.

“What?” Kim asked.

“Oh, just admirin’ the view.” Corscan smiled. “Two minutes with this,” Corscan ran her fingers through her close-cropped locks, “to your ten gives me plenty ‘a time to look.”

Kim snorted and shook her head, going back to drying off, though she was surprised at how little Corscan watching her affected her—she wasn’t even blushing over it. Once Kim was done, Corscan held out her hand and Kim took it, following Corscan down the stone path.

A few moments later Kim was surprised when Corscan kept going straight, toward the gazebo, instead of turning back towards the house. Leading Kim up the steps, Corscan slid open the screen door and motioned her inside, following quickly and shutting the door behind them. Once inside the gazebo, Kim saw that it offered a nearly unobstructed view of the starry night sky above as well as the beach and jungle all around them. However, Kim quickly dismissed the view as she also noticed that the sole contents of the gazebo were a broad raised platform on top of which rested an extra-high California King sized bed, the pale white sheets and pillows almost glowing in the moonlight streaming through the screens.

“Oh.” Kim said softly, her conflicted thoughts and emotions resurfacing once more now that the time was almost here—she assumed anyway.

“Yes, oh.” Corscan said as she stepped beside Kim.

Kim turned and looked up at Corscan. “So… it’s… time then?”

“Mmmmhmmm…” Corscan drawled, turning towards her.

Kim’s stomach did a little flip-flop as Corscan stepped closer and rested her warm hands on Kim’s slender waist. A second later Kim couldn’t help giggling as Corscan picked her up as if she weighed nothing and then set her down again on the raised platform, standing facing her nearly eye-to-eye now.

Corscan raised her hands to Kim’s face and gently stroked her damp hair away from her features, tucking it back over her ears and then just standing and looking into her eyes for a short while.

“It’s almost the point ‘a no return darlin’. If you’re gonna back out, now’s the time to do it…” Corscan murmured softly, warmly.

Once more the factious elements of Kim’s mind battled one another, but instead of giving an answer, she found herself asking; “Why do you keep doing that?” At Corscan’s arched eyebrow and inquiring hum Kim elaborated; “Keep asking me if I’m going to back out. It’s almost like you want me to.”

Corscan’s smile was soft as she inhaled deeply and vented a gentle sigh. “Well, maybe I do.” Corscan shook her head ruefully before continuing; “Don’t… don’t misunderstand me darlin’. I want you so bad I can taste it now, but…” Corscan’s gold-flecked hazel eyes gleamed as her voice thickened, desire practically dripping from its honeyed tones, and Kim felt an indescribable… quiver, run through her at the sound of it, strangely warm and slightly… frightening.

With an almost visible effort, Corscan swallowed and continued in her normal sultry voice once more. “I’m not gonna lie to you Kim. Once upon a time, long, long ago in my misspent youth, I… used people, to satisfy my needs. I didn’t care about them; I only cared about what I wanted from them. What they wanted didn’t matter, only what I wanted, an’ after I got it, I could care less how they felt about it.” Corscan laughed softly. “A pretty young thing like you? You’d’a been in my bed the first night we met, before you even realized what was happenin’, an’ after it was all over, well, any problems you might’a had with it weren’t my concern. Your problem, not mine, y’see?”

Corscan inhaled again and shifted her weight. “But slowly, as time went on, I found that doin’ things that way… it was… uncomfortable. It started gettin’ under my skin. Left a bad taste in my mouth. After a while I couldn’t do it anymore. I couldn’t take co-optin’ someone’s choice like that, so… I stopped. Well, sort of anyway…” Corscan smiled wryly. “Now, I might drag you kickin’ an’ screamin’ an’ bitin’ an’ clawin’ right up to the edge of the cliff, but I won’t boot you off into the great unknown like I used to. The choice to step off, that’s gotta be yours darlin’.”

“So, I guess what I’m sayin’ is, if the only reason you’re still here is that you owe me, well then…” Corscan sighed and smiled softly again. “I order you to go inside an’ spend the rest ‘a your time on my clock gettin’ a good night’s sleep, ‘k?”

Kim blinked. She still thought that Corscan marched to the beat of a radically different drummer compared to the rest of the world, but… after what she said… it was like a lot of the pieces of the puzzle suddenly fell into place for her. She was still nervous, confused, and just a little afraid, but a lot of her major objections had dropped away. Her need to go through with this to get the answers she sought was still there, but she found that even though the other things that had pushed her to this choice had been removed, they had also been replaced by her own desire; she wanted to be here now. She didn’t know for sure yet if that desire was real or imagined, but… it was there, and despite her fears and confusion, Kim wanted to follow through now for those wholly different reasons.

“So lemmi get this straight… after all this, you want me to just walk away now?” Kim asked.

“No, what I want is for you to stay right here so we can fuck each other ‘til we pass out,” Corscan’s lopsided smile deepened with her words, “but… what I can live with? I got no problem forcin’ you to confront somethin’ you might not want to, to push you hard, right up to the brink, an’ doin’ everythin’ I can to make you give in to the desire I know is in you, but… to push you past that? To make you do somethin’ you still don’t wanna do just because I can? Nahhh, I just can’t do it darlin’. So if it’s what you want, then yeah, just walk away Kim. I’ll ahhh… entertain myself for the rest ‘a the evenin’…” Corscan’s grin twisted wickedly.

“You know you’re crazy, right?” Kim asked, and Corscan chuckled and then hummed her agreement along with a gentle nod. “Well, I guess you’re lucky too,” Kim smiled shyly and draped her arms around Corscan’s neck, “because it looks like crazy’s catching tonight.”

Kim leaned in and with a tilt of her head, softly pressed her lips to Corscan’s, even as she felt her firm young breasts push up tight against the other woman’s chest, nipples stiffening in arousal from the contact and the wicked thrill coursing through her.
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