Memorials of Days in Dependence Pt. 03

"Free yourself and make me cum."

Teri's queen had returned, and unlike her usual submissive self, felt the need to appear in-control, to entertain like no other could to her authority. She rocked her naked self over Camille, backing away whenever she felt her queen trying to touch. She waved her naked ass before the seated target, knowing instinctively when hand had almost reached her to pinch or slap her. She boldly draped a leg over the bed to expose her arousal to Camille, letting her queen almost get intoxicated at the scent, lusty liquids flowing onto Camille's lap. It seemed unbelievable that the more inexperienced woman was a better tease than her, but she let her go on a little longer before reminding her

"Free yourself and make. Me. Cum."

The significant phrasing knocked the momentum out of Teri as her head found its way to the scent of arousal that wasn't hers. It was heady, like a perfume too-strong in potency, but too-strong to not want more. She buried her face into Camille, loving how a desperate hand grasped the back of hers while hips rocked and Teri endured the ride the whole way, licking for as long as she had air, before a flood of liquid covered her, and the hand released her so she could breathe.

The two lovers looked at each other, sharing a mutual grin, pulling together to kiss each other, waiting to see if they had the strength to go again or fall asleep in each other's arms, savoring the closeness either way.

***

That 4th of July held a higher baseline for memorable dances and fireworks than could be compared to whatever the rest of her life had in-store for her, though the passion in Teri would never let her stop trying to surpass it.

She felt she was on a good track just a year later, the following Memorial Day where her hands raised high in the air after her sensual dance, yet another memorial to the passion and connection she felt to dancing and her muse. Her hands didn't stay up for long, raised only for her to be lowering them to the floor of hers and Carlie's apartment, kneeling and bowing down before the caramel-haired queen she danced for yet again. It was a moment the blonde bellydancing disciple had been looking forward to for months, but never knowing exactly when it would happen. Teri had changed a great deal, down to the pixish hair cut that suit her, but was happy to see nothing had changed in Camille's form or approval.

Teri and Carlie soon moved away from Andersen once the new benefactors started to invest in them, and before the controversies around their previous benefactors started to arise. They were both rising stars in the world of dance, particularly belly-dancing, occasionally getting tips from pros whose guidance they loved getting. Teri, prostrated before her first great love, had so much to thank Camille for, and inform her about her success and the feelings she was staring to develop for her roommate, and how Teri thought Carlie was starting to feel the same.

Camille would be happy to hear everything Teri would tell her, and may even help finding how Carlie really felt about Teri, confirming what she felt when she saw the two young women together. But that night, she was only interested in rewarding the devotion her harem girl showed her, bending to touch Teri's head, urging her up, touching her face and chin, preparing to dance for her, and leave her mind spinning yet again.

"Happy Memorial Day Teri, you still please Camille so. And just like last and maybe this in-dependence day," Camille seductively stressed her words, kissing her former student, "you'll eagerly free yourself to me."