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Jamie looked at him thoughtfully. "I don't feel as if I am doing anything wrong. I am not hurting anyone."

She took a deep breath.
"I am not hurting anyone else, and I am safe and happy."

She straightened her shoulders.

"Yes, I am completely within my principles."

 

[Blase]

Dane's cell phone rang. He reached down to retrieve it from amongst his clothes without taking his other hand off Jamie's backside.

He listened for a few moments without saying much before looking at Jamie. "It sounds like the guys are getting a bit eager again," he explained. "If you're ok with it, they're wondering if you could find your way down to the Blue Room on your own."

He kissed Jamie again before he let her speak. "A lot has happened to you in a small amount of time," he told her. "As much as I trust David and Dan, you're not in the shallow end of the pool, anymore. And they can't read minds. You're going to need to learn to pay careful attention to your feelings and your needs as you go along, because letting yourself go can be wondrous; freeing and exhilarating. It can even help you to become a more complete person."

"Or it can be traumatizing, if you go against your instincts or your principals, or you don't communicate them adequately to your partners."

Dane smiled. "I don't mean to be a downer, truly. But I brought you here, and it matters to me that what you find, going forward, is good for you. You have my office number," he continued. "I really don't expect you to have a problem that you can't work out with David and Dan... But a message to my office will reach me, if need be."

"So, are you ready for the further adventures of Jamie the submissive?"

Dane didn't know if Jamie had yet noticed that her clothes were gone, but he knew that she'd be safe walking through the mansion even if she got lost. There were few guests left from the night before, and his staff were trained to be perfectly respectful - which didn't necessarily mean hands off, but definitely meant that no meant no. Jamie was unlikely to encounter anything but polite greetings and offers of assistance, in case she required any.

 

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Jamie stood on her tiptoes and kissed Dane sweetly.

"I am going to go see Dan and David for a bit. I will be careful. And I will get back to my real life as well."

Jamie ambled back to the Blue Room. She wandered casually through the hallways, extremely comfortable in her own skin. Her hair bounced as she walked and her backside swayed with the spring in her step.

She was surprised to find Dane's assistant in the Blue Room.

 

[Blase]

Cynthia motioned for Jamie to join her at the bar, but stood before Jamie could sit down. As she had the previous night when meeting Jamie for the first time, she placed her hands on Jamie's shoulders and looked at her carefully but with affection.

"Well, it looks like someone had an eventful evening," she smiled. "When I left you at David's table last night, I didn't think I'd get you back today sans clothing."

Her gaze flicked over Jamie's body again. "It looks good on you," she said. "Would you like to sit down?"

 

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Jamie smiled. "Dane just checked on me too. I really am okay. I am not going to crumble into regret and shame. I feel really good."

Jamie tossed back her hair. She settled into one of the plush chairs and tucked her feet underneath herself.

The soft fabric felt good against her skin. She was still warm all over.

 

[Blase]

"I heard you asked the boys for a little time so that Dane could check you more thoroughly," Cynthia replied wryly. "You seem to be taking to all this like a duck to water."

As Cynthia spoke, she looked at the younger girl appreciatively. It wasn't hard to see what Dane had seen in Jaime, and it went well beyond her body. Innocent was perhaps an overused term, especially in the Internet age when kids grew up with porn as just another entertainment choice, but it suited Jamie. Cynthia could imagine her back home, dressed up for church on Sunday and pleased to know that she looked nice: In much the same way, she now sat naked, pleased to know that she looked good that way, and that she was doing what had been asked of her.

"Would you like a drink, Jamie?" Cynthia asked.

 

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Jamie smiled at Cynthia.

"i could use some juice or an iced tea." Jamie replied sweetly. When the drink arrived, Jamie played with the straw absently.

"Am I in trouble? Or have I done something wrong?" Jamie asked softly, she looked at Cynthia with her big brown eyes. "I sort of feel as if I have been summoned to the principal's office."

 

[Blase]

"Oh, not at all, Jaime," Cynthia answered, surprised.

She paused, then added, "I hope my professionalism hasn't come across as abrupt or unfriendly. Obviously it is part of my responsibilities to see that Dane's guests are comfortable and safe... but I could do that from a distance if I wanted to."

For a moment, Cynthia tried to see herself through Jamie's eyes. She was older than Jamie, although hardly ancient: She was in fact of an age with Dane, at 28. Like most people in Dane's orbit, she was fairly easy on the eyes; slim and fairly tall, with longish, dark hair. She thought of herself as reasonably personable, but she did project a certain air of confidence and competence - which was, of course, utterly necessary for someone managing not just a rather large estate but one that periodically transformed into a de facto lifestyle resort.

"I actually asked David and Dan if I could spend a little time with you - I wanted to see how you were doing for myself, but I also thought you might enjoy a bit of female company in the midst of so much male attention. You really have had an eventful night, and day."

 

[wideeyedone]

Jamie sipped her cold drink and watched Cynthia. She smiled at Cynthia's kindness.

"I really am okay. They are not asking me to do anything I didn't want to do. I had a really good time."

Jamie tucked her hair behind her ear and looked at Cynthia.

"Do you ever get to have fun at these parties or are you always working? It must be hard to watch all of the fun and not jump in."

 

[Blase]

"Well, people who work at the mansion are allowed to take an occasional party "off"; that is, to be here but not be working, as long as their duties are covered. I've only done it a couple times, both because I really do enjoy my job and because it involves so much: I'm basically the boss here, after Dane," Cynthia answered. "You're correct that we have to be quite professional when we're working: Especially as a woman, there'd be no way I could do my job if every male - or female -I passed thought I was on the menu."

She smiled. "That's not to say that working for Dane doesn't have its compensations, even aside from the occasional party: Dane's actually quite a good employer. He has to be, really, or people wouldn't do the things for him that they do."

"Look at Jacque, his chauffeur, for example. Do you remember the first time you met Jacque?"

 

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Jamie blushed as she thought of Jacque.

"I am glad Dane is good to work for." Jamie sipped her drink. She looked over at the other woman.

"I guess I feel like there is something else you want to say." Jamie touched Cynthia's arm.

 

[Blase]

Cynthia placed her own hand over Jamie's and let it rest there.

Smiling at Jamie, she asked, "Would you like to see some more of the estate?"

 

[wideeyedone]

Jamie smiled at her. "Could Dan and David come with us? I want to be with them, but I don't want to say goodbye to you yet either."

 

[Blase]

Cynthia smiled, pleased, and quickly called David on her phone.

"David," she said in a slightly admonitory tone, "your new girlfriend is asking for you both."

"Let me emphasize: She isn't asking to go home. She isn't asking for her clothes back. She just wants her two new boyfriends."

"I've asked her if she'd like to see some more of the estate, and she's agreed, but she wants to do it along with the two new men in her life. May I suggest that you act just a bit more like new boyfriends and a bit less like dominants, at least for your first couple days together?"

That brought David and Dan to the Blue Room, practically at a run; each of them in turn greeting Jamie with the kind of kiss generally reserved for more private circumstances. Not that Jamie really had anything left to hide, in any case.

Dan had brought Jamie's shoes with him and now gave them back to her so that she could comfortably walk the estate's grounds. With that much of her apparel restored, they left the Blue Room and were soon outside again, this time in a walled courtyard that housed a rose garden.

As they admired the colorful yet thorny shrubs, Cynthia explained that all the estate's plantings were managed organically, whereupon David quipped that it would be safe, should Jamie wish to roll in the clover.

In truth, there was no clover in the courtyard; just rose beds divided up by paths featuring benches at convenient intervals. The guys had Jamie sit on one of the benches, a dark-colored one made of teak, and David produced one of his cameras from a nylon bag.

"I don't know how David has managed not to take your picture up to this point," Dan told her as David fussed a bit with his equipment. "That is, after all, what he does for a living, and he's very good at it."

Jamie soon was able to observe for herself that David seemed more than competent behind the lens.

Like most of the best photographers, he didn't make Jamie feel that she was being directed so much as guided and encouraged. One might even have said seduced, and indeed, some of the poses that she moved through were quite provocative.

It wasn't long before David asked Cynthia to join Jamie on the bench. Apparently this was one of those times when Cynthia didn't feel the need to remain in complete control, because she readily agreed. What followed quickly became an exercise in erotic tension as the girls, one clothed and one naked, circled each other; closing and drawing apart, exchanging flirty glances and bold stares; now embracing and laughing, now caressing.

As Cynthia sat glancing sidelong at Jamie while Jamie watched her from inches away, down on all fours, David asked them to kiss.

 

[wideeyedone]

Jamie stood up on her tiptoes and brushed her lips against Cynthia's mouth. Jamie brushed her bare breasts against Cynthia's silk blouse. Then Jamie fingered the buttons on Cynthia's blouse.

"Don't you want to feel the sun on your skin?" She asked softly, kissing the curve of Cynthia's cheek.

 

[Blase]

Cynthia relaxed a bit at Jamie's invitation. As they'd walked the estate, then started posing and playing for the camera, she'd had some of the same questions in her mind that anyone, male or female, would have had in that kind of situation: Does she like me? Does she want me?

Given the unusual circumstances, those were also joined by others. Does she even like girls? Does she mind that her boyfriends are throwing her at me?

But Jamie had spent the last week accepting every challenge without flinching, and Cynthia now saw no hesitation in her manner; felt no reluctance in the brush of her lips, or the touch of her hands.

She leaned in and pressed her lips to Jamie's with gentle deliberateness, then drew back. She looked at the naked girl, then at her own slim figure, clothed casually in a white blouse and jeans, with a matching bra and lacy but not especially daring panties underneath.

She knew that nudity was asked of her now, and felt it strange. Normally she was the one in authority; the one for whom vulnerability was not an option. She had of course seen many people on the estate sans clothing, not to mention in a virtual Kama Sutra of permutations of the basic male-female pairing, none of which she had really objected to as long as all was safe and consensual. But to doff her own clothes in front of an audience... to have sex and allow herself to be photographed!

She caught Jamie's hands in her own, brought them back to her blouse.

"Help me out of this," she told Jamie.

 

[wideeyedone]

Jamie looked up at Cynthia and smiled. She pressed a nibbling kiss to Cynthia's neck and then pulled open her blouse making the buttons fly and scatter to the ground. Jamie slipped the blouse down her arms and off of her. then she reached back and unhooked the basic bra. Cynthia's breasts were nice, full and pert, Jamie cupped each breast in her hands and then kissed them each once.

She took one nipple in her mouth and playfully nipped it.

She looked over at the camera with a devilish grin.

 

[Blase]

All at once, Cynthia forgot much of what she'd known only moments before.

She forgot that Jamie was nine years younger than her, and a guest of the estate. She forgot that she, Cynthia, was always the one in charge. She forgot why that was important.

Actually, that wasn't quite true. She remembered everything. But as the tiny clatter of her buttons hitting bench and flagstones died away, and her breasts were bared to hands and eyes and teeth, quite a number of things suddenly seemed less important, or even less true.

It seemed less important to protect Jamie as her small, strong hands ripped Cynthia's blouse open. It seemed less true that Jamie was at a huge disadvantage, naked and outnumbered, and needed to be protected, or at least treated with great care.

It seemed less true that Cynthia must guard against being seen as simply female, especially by male eyes, because that could undermine the authority that she needed, always.

Cynthia looked at Jamie with fresh eyes as they faced each other, both on their knees. She let her gaze travel from Jamie's wicked smile, to her firm breasts, her flat belly, then to her female cleft.

She nearly reached down to touch between Jamie's legs, but so much here was a new discovery: She didn't want to rush any of it.

For just a moment she could hear the clicking of David's shutter; feel the gaze of both men on her body. Then she was leaning forward, and her tongue was in Jamie's mouth.

 

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Jamie moaned into Cynthia's mouth. Their kiss was recorded by the clicking shutter of a camera. Jamie's heart was thundering in her chest.

Jamie ran her hands through Cynthia's hair and then kissed her way to Cynthia's throat, and then her collarbone, and then nuzzled her breasts.

"Do you like this, Cynthia?" Jamie whispered as she brushed her lips, and her nose, and her eyelashes against Cynthia's warm skin.

 

[Blase]

Cynthia was surprised at how Jamie's nudity excited her. She'd always been able to appreciate other women in a sort of detached, aesthetic way, but now she found herself hungrily taking in Jamie's body, anticipating more even in the fleeting but necessary space between the moments when they found each other. She thought I wonder if this is what it's like to be a guy, but the thought flitted away because they were kissing again, and Jamie kept nuzzling her breasts.

Somehow, in the midst of it all, something was not quite right. It took Cynthia a few moments to put her finger on the problem since her hands were already pretty well occupied. Finally she had it. She straightened up from their clinch just long enough to fix Jamie with her gaze.

"Are you going to take my pants off, kitten, or do I have to do it myself?"

 

[wideeyedone]

Jamie looked at her with a raised eyebrow.

"You have to remove them. I want to know that I am not making you do this. I want to know that you are a willing participant in whatever happens next."

Jamie stepped away and waited. She wanted to see if Cynthia was really as game as she appeared to be.

 

[Blase]

For just a moment, everything fell silent: Even the clicking of David's shutter ceased as he left off his shooting. Then, Cynthia, David and Dan all burst into laughter.

For about a minute, no one could even speak as they guffawed at the irony of having all their care and caution turned back on them by a naked 19-year-old. "We're sorry, Jamie!" Dan finally managed to gasp. "That's just-"

"supposed to be our line!"

"Yes, we're sorry," Cynthia echoed, stepping in front of Jamie, close enough to touch. "We've all been trying to be so responsible... And it looks like you've also learned that lesson just as well as you've learned the joys of hedonism."

She reached out and took Jamie's hands. "Forgive us?"

 

[wideeyedone]

Jamie's cheeks were flushed pink and she felt herself getting deeply embarrassed.

Cynthia touched her reassuringly.

"I just... I didn't want to force you into anything. I wanted to be considerate." Jamie whispered softly.

 

[Blase]

Cynthia drew Jamie in close and hugged her, part of her mind noting that her nipples responded to Jamie's face being pressed against her breasts, even in a moment when she was trying to be affectionate and reassuring, rather than sexy.

"I appreciate your concern, Jamie. Really I do. And I know David and Dan would agree that we should never really stop 'checking in' with our partners."

"But for right now, I think we can both..." She paused to include both David and Dan with a look. "I think we can all let go of the fear that anyone is being coerced."

As she spoke, she realized that all the laughter and serious talk had broken the mood, just then and there. She didn't want to say goodbye to Jamie, but she didn't want to be out on the estate lawn any longer.

"Would anyone like to see one of the larger suites?" she asked. "I know the room you had last night was pretty good, but the mansion has many different... accommodations."

In the second that passed while she waited for an answer, Cynthia took advantage of Jamie's closeness to give her a playful pinch on the butt.

 

[wideeyedone]

Jamie blushed shyly.

"Show us one of the lovely large suites." Jamie's voice was playful. She wanted to explore with her boyfriends and Cynthia. Jamie wasn't ready for this weekend to end.