After a few minutes of heavy action, I could tell he was getting ready to go, and he paused his tonguing to urgently whisper “Gonna cum! gonna cum!” from down below me, his voice well and truly muffled by my muff.
“Do it!” I whispered back, and redoubled my efforts. Soon, he grunted, and a thick load of cum shot into my mouth. It’s not my favourite taste, but I swallowed every drop to avoid the risk of stains. I let him have a quick break while he recovered, and then I rolled him off the cushions, laid down on the bare polished floor with my legs lewdly spread, and pointed him downwards again. He bent to his task with a reasonable amount of skill, eventually zeroing in my clit with his tongue while his fingers probed inside me. When he found the right spot inside, I gave a slight moan and a press of the head to indicate that he should keep doing exactly that, but a bit harder. It wasn’t long before I felt my climax rising up, and I stifled a louder moan while waves of pleasure washed over me, eventually tapping his head again to let him know that he was relieved from duty.
We got up, both panting, and I gave him a sloppy kiss, both tasting ourselves in the process. He remade his bed, and I hunted down some tissues in the dark to wipe up a small puddle of my fluids from the wooden floor. I kissed him again, found my knickers, and crept back to bed, where Lucy was snoring softly. Nadia’s room was all silent now.
Part Two — Litchfield and Kakadu
“Wake up, sleepy!” said a voice in my ear, and I opened my eyes to see Lucy bending over me smiling, fully dressed for the day. “You were out like a light: the others are all up and having breakfast.”
Groaning, I gathered my things for a shower, and washed quickly while I took stock. Physically, my mouth tasted a bit musty, but I felt fine down below: it was probably a good decision to not have full sex with Adam, given his size and the couch and the uncertain contraception situation. But I did wonder if I’d been a bit sluttish, given that we didn’t exactly have a real relationship and I was a bit confused about whether I was developing unexpected feelings for Lucy. “What the heck,” I said aloud to the shower walls. “We both needed that.”
I put togs with the swimming rashie on and some clothes over the top, and hurried out for breakfast. I contemplated taking Lucy aside to tell her about last night, and then decided not to: after all, I didn’t know for sure that Nadia and Tim had gotten together or she was on her own and just being noisy, and anyway it wasn’t my business. And I didn’t see the need to shove my liaison with Adam in her face, so to speak.
It was Luke who, without knowing it, made me realise what a complicated situation it could become. We had zipped up to the shop to get some last-minute supplies. “Guess what!” he said, with the grin of somebody who was going to share no matter what.
“What?” I asked, hoping for confirmation of the Nadia and Tim thing.
“Tim was invited to Nadia’s room last night, and spent the night. He told me straight up: he said he didn’t want any sneaking around.”
“Okay,” I thought. Unexpectedly open, but good. But then Luke continued.
“The thing is, that when I went to the toilet last night, I could hear them at it, but Lucy and Adam were also at it, on the loungeroom floor. I couldn’t see much, but it looked like he was going down on her.”
I tried to keep my reaction controlled.
“Oh! Really…. Well, I guess we’re all consenting adults.”
Luke looked a little surprised at this, and I suddenly saw where he was coming from in the conversation. If those two pairings were already happening, that left only one couple unpaired: him and me. It was meant to be, right? And I wasn’t necessarily against that, except that Luke had obviously mistaken me for Lucy, as we were similar shapes and my flaming red hair didn’t count for anything in the dark, so Luke’s assumptions were wrong. I also didn’t feel like anybody had made any commitments to each other, except that Nadia had chosen to acknowledge Tim’s performance skill with some warm applause and a request for some personal tuition using her own finely tuned instrument. Or something like that. And I was merely using Adam as an advanced sleep aid, and helping him out too.
So I just smiled at Luke and said, “Let’s not make too many assumptions about how things will go, okay? It’s important that we all get along as a group, no matter if there are hook-ups happening.”
“Sure!” he said brightly, but he looked disappointed.
Soon, we were zooming down the Stuart Highway towards Litchfield National Park, with enough clothes for a few days, food, and Tim’s violin: apparently he had some Instagram plans. Lucy had something to say about that, actually. “Be careful where you point that thing, Tim,” I heard her say. “People get cranky if you traipse over culturally sensitive locations with a western artifact and make it all about you.” He nodded, but he didn’t look convinced.
We took a turn off the highway, driving past some amazing termite mounds, human height and taller. Some of them, the so called ‘magnetic’ mounds, were thin spines lined up north and south so that their sides could catch the maximum sun, while some were ‘cathedral’ shape, with spire upon spire in their miniature cities. Some of these mounds were dressed up as people, obviously by locals with too much time on their hands.
By late morning, we had reached a place called Buley Rockhole. We spent an hour lolling around in the water at a gorgeous chain of natural swimming pools, sharing the space with a good number of locals. It was blazing hot and the sun was fierce, but the water was cool and we were well protected. We had a quick picnic lunch, and then moved just down the road to Florence Falls, which had a steep walk down into a large natural amphitheatre filled with water. It was simply stunning, although I was a bit shocked by the behaviour of some of the locals, jumping from high up on the rock ledges above to crash into the pool, despite signs warning them not to. “I’m just too sensible,” I thought to myself, choosing to ignore my behaviour the previous night. Hypocrisy, be thy my friend forever.
We went and saw some another tall waterfall, but we couldn’t swim there, and then finally got to our third swimming hole of the day, Wangi Falls.
“It’s normally closed by this time of year”, said Lucy, “but there hasn’t been much rain, so we’re lucky”.
Wangi Falls was the best of the lot: a huge pool, with a gently sloping picnic area next to it, and two waterfalls coming into the pool on the far side. We spent another hour swimming there, before the light started to fade, and Lucy herded us out of the water and towards our overnight location. It was just a camping park, basically. We had rented a dormitory room with six single beds in it, and a powerful air conditioner to keep ourselves cool. Sexual hijinks were unlikely, which was probably a good thing after last night (with unspoken apologies to Luke and Lucy, who had missed out). We prepared a simple dinner, stayed up for a little while chatting, and then hit the sheets. I was exhausted, and slept through the night.