Chapter 22

Cam was sitting back watching her friends having a good time, but not actually paying much attention. Her mind was too distracted trying to unravel the things her adopted father had just told her. A slight smile was on her lips as she thought of the possible meaning of what Cutter had said, and that there really might be a chance for a life with the young and beautiful golden-haired woman she loved more than life itself.

She knew that they would be facing a lot of obstacles on the road toward a loving and lasting relationship, but she felt that with the loving support system she already had they had a better than average chance at life long happiness together. These thoughts and thoughts of a life with Cheryl were running slowly through her mind when she felt a light tap on her shoulder. Knowing there was only two people in the world that would ever consider interrupting her when she was thinking by touching her. She turned and looked at Cutter to see what he wanted.

"The guys and I are gonna try to make a little music WC." he explained pointing to the guitar in his left hand. "Is there anything special you want to hear, little girl?"

Cam looked up and smiled at him gratefully, a tear escaped her eye. With a disgusted snort, she reached up and quickly wiped it off with the back of her hand, she was really getting tired of being so emotional lately. It seemed like every time anybody spoke to her today she was breaking out the water works.

"Did Uncle Cobra bring his sax?" she asked sounding suddenly like the sad teenager that used to listen to these men play in bars all over Missouri.

"You know he did WC," the big man answered smiling down indulgently at his daughter, knowing he and his friends would do whatever they had too just to see her smiling again. "And before you ask, yes Mountain brought his ax too. Electric Dave and Snowshoe are here too, it's the whole band and we wanted to play for you one more time, little one."

Despite herself Cam let her tears flow, the combination of her Dad calling her by the endearment he'd used when she was much younger, and the idea that the band had put aside their differences just to play for her, was more than she could handle dry eyed. She hadn't heard the original band play together in years, even before she'd been sent to prison. She knew that Cutter and Mountain spent a lot of weekends sitting in with other bands, even Cobra would break out his saxophone and go with them on occasion, but the original band had split up when Cam was in graduate school. The only answer she ever got as to why, was Cutter and Mountain both said that the band just wasn't fun any more and the music shouldn't ever be a job, it was something they did for themselves.

"How about some Lady Day?" she asked knowing full well that she was requesting for two of Cutter's songs. "You still got the licks for that, I bet."

"I hope so WC, but remember it has been a while. K?" Cutter answered her challenge with a sparkle in his hazel eyes "But I think us old men can maybe crank out a little of sweet Billie, and throw in some BB for ya' too. What do ya' say?"

Cam was speechless as she smiled up at him and nodded, then watched in wonder as the men got up on the stage and quickly set up the rest of their equipment. They had brought up the bulk of their equipment the night before; even Snowshoe had brought up his special double drum kit. Her Uncle Mountain stepped up to the mike and with a nod from Cutter; he began the long instrumental intro to their own arrangement of "Stormy Monday". The guitar looked so tiny in the huge man's hands but it spoke with a voice so sweet it could make people cry to hear it. Cam had seen hardcore club members that hated each other enough to kill, stand side by side to hear these men play. Mountain's gravelly voice came in over the sweet melody of the two guitars, growling out the lyrics to the slow sultry rhythm of old blues standard.

Although she had played with them every once in a while over the years, Cam had very often played bass guitar and keyboards, plus Cam was an amazing singer, and was a popular addition to the old band, nobody asked her to play tonight. Simply because this was her night, and the men playing meant the music to be for her, so it was best to just let her sit back undisturbed, and enjoy her family honoring her through their music. However, it was made perfectly clear that if Cam wanted to participate, they would be more than happy to have her join them; there was always room for her up there. It just wasn't what tonight was all about.

Their music was one of the few ways these tough life-hardened men were able to express their emotions so freely. Like now even though the lyrics of the song were still sad and bluesy, everyone listening, could hear, the unbridled joy, and love they were feeling, because they had their little girl back with them where she belonged. It wasn't all that unusual to look out over one of their audiences and see many of them crying at the beauty and emotion in their music and this time was no exception, in fact, everyone was being effected by the magic in their music.

Several women came over and asked Cam to dance but she had politely but firmly turned them down. All she wanted to do was sit there and enjoy the sweet alluring spell of love and joy coming from the music. There was only one woman she wanted to dance to the men's music and she just wasn't there. The final bars of Cobra's sax solo in "Stormy Monday" were floating through the air as Cutter stepped up to his mike and looking over at his daughter, intense hazel locked gazes with light blue, and with a small loving smile on his lips and a tear of joy in his eye the big quiet biker said:

"This one's for you, little one."

Then at his lead, the band slipped smoothly into the old Billie Holiday song, "God Bless the Child". It was the first song Cutter had ever sung for Cam right after she'd moved to the farm with him, and ever since no matter what band he was sitting in with, if it was a special occasion for Cam the normally gruff and stoic biker would make sure to sing this song for her. It had become a tradition for the family. Cam felt the prickling on the back of her neck, like all the hair on the back of her neck was standing on end. At first she thought it was the feeling she got sometimes when she knew Cutter was about to sing this special song for her. The man had an amazingly versatile voice and could cover both baritone and/or tenor parts when necessary and he was able to cover this particular song in a way that most were sure would make Lady Day herself cry with approval. Then it came to her that the tingling feeling wasn't going away, it bugged her and she began going over it in her mind trying to recall when the last time she felt this way was. It was something that would drive Cam crazy until she figured it out. Then she remembered the last time she'd felt this sensation and she was instantly alert. The only time she could think of was the first time Cheryl had come to her cell.

The tall dark woman stiffened and looked over the crowd and toward the door, secretly hoping to see her sweetest dream walking through the door. There was no one coming through the door, giving her a deep feeling of disappointment, and trying not to let show, she was ready to charge it off to her nerves fraying because of the stress of the day and forget it, but was halted when something amazing happened.

"Would you do me the honor of dancing with me pretty lady?" a soft familiar voice whispered into her ear.

Feeling the hot breath wash over her sensitive ear, Cam's entire body shivered. As an electric jolt of raw sexual energy ripped through her, becoming a burning urge in her lower extremities. Only one person could do that to her.

"Cheryl?" she whispered as if the single word was a prayer and was afraid she was dreaming. "Is it really you baby?"

"Its m-me sweetheart," the golden-haired woman said softly as a small sob caused her to stammer. "Look at me, baby, I promise I'm real."

Neither woman realized that the music had stopped and that all eyes were on them. Cam looked up at Cutter, trusting him for the confirmation of something this important. She needed to know it really was the woman she loved more than life that was standing behind her. The big man was looking down at his daughter when their eyes met; once again, she was looking like a terrified little girl. He could see her entire body was trembling and her face was a picture of confusion, showing clearly her emotions.

She couldn't hide that her uncontrollable emotions were running rampant; raging through her mind was everything from total elation to abject terror. Sensing what his daughter needed, Cutter knew without introduction who the beautiful little blonde was, so he smiled lovingly at Cam and nodded letting his little girl know that against all odds her dearest wish had come true. As she turned, Cam closed her eyes, afraid that if she actually looked, it wouldn't be her sweet blonde angel, or that the green-eyed beauty would simply disappear as she had in so many prison nightmares.

"Come on sweetheart," she heard Cheryl's soft melodic voice, sounding like a thousand singing heavenly angels asking her to, "Open up your pretty eyes my love and let me see those sweet baby blues. It's been so, so long since I was lost in those deep loving blue pools."

Surrendering to the power of the voice Cam opened her eyes and saw the most gorgeous sight she'd ever seen. Starting at the softly shining golden blonde hair Cam's eyes slowly roamed down the young woman's incredible body, re-acquainting themselves with every curve and swell, of the breath taking sight before her. Sweeping her eyes down past Cheryl's generous firm breasts, then over her hard flat abdomen and small waist, taking in the gentle curve of the compact woman's hips encased in the tight stonewashed jean shorts. Her eyes traveled down Cheryl's strong, shapely and muscular legs, then back up to have her vision be captured by bright compelling emerald green orbs that shone with unshed tears.

"Oh Goddess, it really is you my little one." Cam whispered in quiet gratitude, "You didn't forget me, and move on."

The grateful tone of those words brought home to Cheryl what was causing the frightened look in her beloved Camilla's eyes. It sent a shaft of anguish through heart that her beloved Camilla had suffered through the last three years alone. Cheryl looked deeply into those beautiful ice blue eyes, and immediately saw the pain and heartache, alongside the hope and love, that her lover had been suffering through since they'd been parted by circumstances. Cheryl didn't know how to prove her love to the older woman, but she was determined to try to make Cam see the strength of her love for the tall enigmatic woman she loved to the exclusion of all else.

"Oh Camilla," Cheryl sighed, her joy of finally finding her beloved biker stealing her breath, for a moment.

Using Cam's entire first name was something Cheryl began while they were in prison. She wanted to give Cam the feeling that she was different from all those other women that wanted nothing more from the tall beauty than to use her body. Cheryl wanted so much more from the woman she loved, and since all those shallow women called her Cam or Camy, Cheryl had decided that when they were alone or being serious she was going to use Cam's whole first name. Cam had always loved the way her given name sounded when Cheryl said it; it always sent a thrill through her every time Cheryl's warm soft voice said her name. She had never felt that way when anyone else said any of her names before, but whatever name the little blonde-haired woman called her sounded special to Cam. This was exactly the kind of situation Cheryl had in mind when she began use a different name from everybody else, it was meant to tell Cam that Cheryl cared about her more than anyone else she knew.

Seeing that her lover understood how serious this was to her and that Cam was paying close attention to what the small blonde lawyer was saying.

"How could I forget my heart, and soul, or the very air I breathe? How could you think I could ever forget the most important thing in my life and my only reason for living?"

Hearing Cheryl's declaration of true unconditional love, Cam slowly rose to her feet, her eyes never breaking contact with the shining emerald orbs that held her captive. They stood there just looking deeply into each other's eyes for several heartbeats, looking for any sign of treachery or betrayal. The air around them nearly crackled, from the intense energy between them, each woman frozen in place by the overwhelming joy of the other's presence.

Tears fell unnoticed in steady streams from their eyes, while the entire room full of people held their breath waiting for the women's next move. Sensing only sincerity and love from the green-eyed woman, Cheryl could see the questions in Cam's eyes and tried to answer them with a question of her own.

"Do you still want me Camilla?" the terrified little blonde whispered just loud enough for Cam to barely hear. "Do you want us be together forever?"

Cam remained perfectly still for a long moment, afraid that her legs would betray her and let her fall to the floor. Her body trembled, visibly aching for the contact it so desperately needed from the one person in the universe that could satisfy its needs. Her arms longed to hold that perfectly shaped, compact and muscular body that fit against hers so perfectly as if the blonde had been created just for Cam.

"We have already been together forever in our hearts my love," Cam said, finally her voice surprisingly clear and strong, "and my need for you will live on throughout eternity. I love you little one, with all that I am, and I will never leave you, not ever. I swear that as long as you will have me at your side, I would be honored to be there."

Cam's words echoed through Cheryl, her heart swelled, pounding so hard the lawyer thought it was going to burst out of her chest. Her tears of joy blurred her vision, but she was fully aware of where her lover was and knew exactly where she needed to be at that moment. Faster then anyone could see the green-eyed golden-haired woman launched herself into her lover's arms. Cam caught her easily, and as Cheryl wrapped her arms around Cam's powerful neck, and her legs were locked around the tall black haired woman's narrow waist. Cam had seen this coming and had planted her feet firmly, anticipating a full body hit from a hundred and twenty pounds of well-muscled and happy blonde. So it didn't even move the powerful woman, who wrapped her long strong arms around her lover enfolding her lovingly and holding her tight against her reveling in the nearness of the woman she'd dreamed of holding like this every day and night for three years.

Cam's lips brushed against Cheryl's soft full lips once, then again a little harder, and then her tongue tentatively traced the outline of those full sweet lips she longed to devour. With a gasp of anticipation, Cheryl's lips parted in an invitation to enter anxious for more contact with her tall dark lover. It was an invitation that Cam RSVP-ed gladly, as her tongue delved into her blonde lover's sweet mouth wriggling and exploring the wonderful space now opened to it, wanting to leave no surface untouched. The golden haired beauty's tongue joined with her lover's swirling around each other in the timeless dance sending bolts of liquid fire coursing through their bodies that further fuelled the raging infernos blazing in their bellies.

Their kiss deepened further becoming more fierce, more demanding. Cheryl moaned in ecstasy from the contact, her need heightened by the low sultry growl from deep in Cam's chest. Both women could feel their lungs burning with their bodies need for oxygen, but they refused to break the kiss, neither one willing to relinquish the contact they had both longed for so long.

Finally, when Cam began seeing the bright flashes of light in her eyes that signaled the onset of oxygen deprivation, the tall blue-eyed woman reluctantly pulled away from the delectable treat she had been feasting on to allow them both to replenish their bodies' supply of the vital gas. Undaunted Cheryl immediately began planting light kisses down Cam's strong jaw line to her neck, where the small blonde began using her lips tongue and small white teeth to taste the exposed flesh of her lover's neck.

"Hang on baby" Cam warned her lover "I got to sit down before we both fall down."

"Sure...honey..." Cheryl agreed between kisses "Oh...my...Gods...Camilla...you ...taste even...better...than I...remember!"

Cam chuckled as she carefully sat back into the padded desk chair that TAG had brought out for the biker remembering that sometimes Cam's back bothered her as the result of a wreck she'd had as a teen. The considerate old friend didn't want Cam to have to leave her own party early, because of the old injury hurting her. Now it was a double blessing because the sturdy well-built chair had no problem holding up under the weight of the two women.

Once they were seated comfortably Cheryl got back to her preoccupation with being sure she had licked, nipped and tasted every little bit of exposed skin on Cam's neck. Cam herself was gently rubbing her hands slowly up and down feeling the soft satiny skin of her lover's short but very shapely and marvelously muscled legs. Silently thanking the Goddess for inspiring her golden haired lover to wear such short shorts. Giving Cam much more of Cheryl's marvelous legs to explore, and touch. Both women blushed bright red as the entire bar broke out with loud raucous cheers and whistles, as Cam's friends expressed their approval and joy that their friend had finally found someone that apparently loved Cam as much as Cam loved her. A lot of them were getting tired of the shallow women that had used the tall beautiful woman for her looks and would never take the chance of showing their feelings for Cam so publicly the way the little blonde-haired woman had and still was.

Cam looked over Cheryl's shoulder at the three men standing on the stage watching her and her lover getting re-acquainted. All three of the men had these big goofy grins on their faces. She probably would have said something about how silly they looked but just as she was about to speak she realized that she had a fairly goofy grin on her face as well. With a wink, Cutter turned to the others and counted down to begin the song that had been halted by the blonde's welcomed arrival. Cheryl was fully attached to the front of her tall lover and was happily indulging in one of her favorite pastimes, satisfying her long denied urge to taste and feel Cam's incredibly gorgeous body.

She eagerly let her lips tongue and teeth roam freely, over the blue eyed woman's neck and shoulders, pausing every so often to nibble and/or lick lavishly, a delectable ear or to suck at skin covering the pulse point where Cam's long beautiful neck and broad muscular shoulders joined, reveling in the way her actions was making the biker's pulse go crazy, and also marking the exceptionally beautiful and alluring woman clearly and unmistakably as hers.

Cam was soon lost in the feel of having her lover back, enjoying the tentative touches as their bodies became aware of the long denied pleasures of each other's. Neither woman was aware of anything that was happening around them. Eventually the newly reunited couple reached a point where even the wisest of the group was beginning to get uncomfortable for them. His daughter and her lover were distracting even Cutter.

Knowing they had a lot of time to make up for, and observing that both women were totally oblivious to their surroundings, Cutter knew that any other time both of the women would be embarrassed and humiliated by the spectacle they were putting on. He decided that it was time for an intervention, a gentle and tender intervention, so he wouldn't spoil or detract from their passions. Signaling TAG, the big, tough, yet when it came to his daughter, very softhearted biker, his long time close friend, bring him the key to the best room in the motel. He then called Mountain and Cobra over and the three huddled together so Cutter could fill them on his plan.

They split up all of them with those big goofy, yet somewhat mischievous smiles on their faces. Now their only concern was if their WC would cooperate before she simply reacted and murdered all three of them. Either way Cutter was sure that, given a few days to calm down, Cam would thank them for stopping her and Cheryl from doing something that would have totally embarrassed them both in front of all Cam's friends. There was no way that Cam would have allowed it if she was in her right mind, but right now, Cutter thought smiling, even more happy for his beloved daughter, Cam and Cheryl were both way too deeply and totally immersed in the full out and wonderful insanity of rekindled true love, and he knew no one that was human was strong enough to control that, and no one knew just how human Cam was, as well as Cutter.

Well Goddess thank you The big older, sentimental hardcore biker and one time assassin prayed silently thank you for answering the prayers of an undeserving soul like me and giving my little girl the chance to know true love.

In addition, please forgive this old idiot for not trusting in your ways. I will never make that mistake again. He added as an after thought Now if you can please stop her from killing me for what we are about to do, I'd really appreciate it.

Chapter 23

Agreeing to Cutter's plan the three men split and headed off to carry out their part of the plan. For his part, Cobra ran over to the bar and "called" TAG and Creeper over, then all three went into their own huddle. Cutter watched his tall albino "brother" as he brought their two friends into the conspiracy, and as soon as they split up to perform their part of the plan, he and Mountain went to mingle with the obviously, very happy party goers, until the right time to begin carrying out Cutter's plan that Mountain had code named: Operation Honeymooners. Cutter laughed and had told his gigantic friend that he spent way too much time working with the covert ops teams when he was a Marine.

He looked over again at the two very involved women and found himself hoping that his three fellow conspirators hurried, and finished their part, before the little blonde-haired woman now attached to her front from the waist up drove Cam completely crazy. The big biker was ready to swear that the little blonde even now looked like she, was about to begin trying to crawl into Cam's skin, that was the only way they could get any closer together, and he had to admit, that his daughter didn't look to be putting up much of a fight.

He knew it was almost time when TAG had come hurrying in and grabbed Kat, after whispering into the little ex-stripper's ear, the fiery little redhead gave an enthusiastic nod, and they both scurried out of the room. After about a half hour, the four conspirators returned quietly and signaled their two co-conspirators that their part was ready. Seeing the high sign from their friends, it was time for the two big men to begin the most dangerous part of the plan. A lot of people thought that Cutter and Mountain were really brothers because they acted so much alike, and actually looked close enough to be related, but they weren't, the truly ironically funny part of people thinking that, was that while the two men didn't share their last name, they did have the same "real" first name. They often wondered if it was something about the name that made them the way they were, like a curse or a spell, but when they realized that they shared the same name with the redneck county sheriff back home, they decided against that theory.

However, as always whenever they were together it was as if they had some psychic bond, and always seemed to know what each other was thinking. So as always, without any prompting they both moved over to the head table and stood on either side of the two very preoccupied women.

They tried clearing their throats to get the younger women's attention, when that didn't work they moved on to several other highly obnoxious noises, Mountain was an expert at making rude and obnoxious noises. He had even embarrassed Cutter once or twice, over the years they had ridden together. The two big shaggy bikers even tried calling out the two women's names that too was a failure. The two men looked over at each other and after a few moments contemplation, Mountain looked over at his life long friend with a mischievous twinkle in his light grey eyes and an evil smirk on his lips, Cutter instantly recognized it as the look his friend always got, just before he got them both in deep trouble. He didn't say a word, but as usual Cutter knew what his Bro was thinking, and began shaking his head and chuckling, and seriously wondering about the larger man's sanity.

"Aw man, Mountain, no." Cutter called out to his seemingly suicidal friend. "You big idiot she'll kill you, if you don't tear your back out first. Good Goddess, Bro. She'll kill us both."

The big bear of a man didn't say a word to his friend, but the two knew each other so well the man's looks were enough to hold up his end of the argument, and as it was with the people he cared about, he knew he was going to lose this argument before it even started.

"Come on man stop..." Cutter began as his old riding partner began to bend down to get into position to carry out his plan. "I don't know why I hang around with you, you big troublema...Aw Hades balls, at least wait for me to get in there so I can help. I always said you'd be the death of me you big asshole."

Mountain just laughed quietly at his friends good-natured protests while he got into position. Mountain never doubted that Cutter would go along with his idea, it was always like that between them, one would get bored and come up with some outrageous idea guaranteed to get them in trouble, and the other one would bitch, gripe and moan about how stupid it was, while he followed his friend into the gates of Tartarus if he needed to.

As always Cutter rushed over to help his friend as they lined themselves up on either side of the office chair that was currently holding the two women. Mountain looked over at his perennial partner in crime and with a wink and a nod, they both lifted the chair, with the two women in it, high in the air, and laughing they began carrying the chair, women and all, toward the door on the other side of the bar.

"Ah Cam...?" Cheryl muttered into Cam's mouth.

"Ah huh..." the tall woman answered, as she kissed a patch of exposed skin, she hadn't noticed until that moment, "what is it baby?"

The woman was way too distracted by the presence and actions of the beautiful blonde in her lap.

"Why are we floating across the room?" Cheryl asked giggling, as she became aware of what was happening. "Honey, I think your Uncle and Dad are trying to tell us something."

"Put us down you big over grown apes." The black haired woman growled into Cheryl's neck, perturbed at their intrusion on her concentrating on the blonde's very delectable ear.

Then her head snapped up as she realized exactly what was happening.

"By the Gods, Mountain I know this was your idea, you big pervert." Cam yelled trying to be angry with the two playful men, but failing miserably. "I'm serious; you two idiots put us down before you hurt yourselves."

They were almost three-quarters of the way to the door, when they reached the point where they were laughing too hard to continue safely.

"Ah...Mountain...down...now...I'm losing it!" Cutter barked over his own laughter.

They sat the chair down gently, and once they were sure, the two women were safe; both men fell on their backsides laughing so hard they couldn't get up. The two women stopped making out and looked down in disbelief at the two grey haired shaggy bikers rolling on the bar room floor laughing.

"Cheryl sweetheart, I'm sorry you had to see this." Cam said shaking her head slowly, and trying very hard to look serious, "but it appears that my Daddy and Uncle Mountain have finally lost their pitiful little minds completely."

Cheryl was giggling at the antics of her lovers' unusual family; she was amazed at how much they loved Cam. It could be clearly seen by the way they acted. After several minutes the two men had calmed down enough to get up off the floor, Cam held out a hand to Cutter who gratefully used it to get up to his feet, he was muttering something about getting too old to be rolling on the floor with big idiots, without female companionship.

Mountain remained seated on the floor smiling up at his niece, and her lover.

"Well you big jerk," Cam growled looking down at the man still seated on the floor, and looking for all the world like an ornery little boy playing tricks on his parents "are you going to sit on that floor with that silly look on your face, or are you going to get up, ya' old goat?"

Cam knew full well just how disarming the big man could be, when he wanted to be, and right now he wanted to be. Cam could tell that these two men had just totally charmed her lover, but even knowing her Uncle was in one of his playful moods, she still wasn't prepared for his next antic.

"You still mad at me WC?" he asked crossing his hugely muscled arms over his chest, and sticking his bottom lip out looking and sounding like a pouting petulant child. "Cause I ain't getting up if you're mad at me."

Cam looked at him in wonder, then the thought struck her that the only thing missing was his thumb in his mouth. Then that thought made her eyes sparkle with laughter, and Mountain knew he had her, and gave her a huge brilliant smile, his grey eyes reflecting his love for the young woman he'd helped raise. That look was all Cam could take and she burst out laughing at her big, sometimes goofy uncle, giving him exactly what he was shooting for.

Cheryl could see that it was well past time to get off her lover's, oh so comfortable, lap, and she carefully untangled herself from Cam and got to her feet and hurriedly began straightening her clothes, quickly buttoning some strategically placed buttons that she hadn't realized her anxious lover had opened as they'd given each other a prolonged hello. Cam soon followed suit, also having to take time to rebutton more than a few buttons herself.

Judging by the look that they gave each other, both women felt the ache deep in their hearts, at the loss of each other's touch.

"Come to the bar WC." Cutter said quietly, "Bring your lady, we need to talk."

He turned to the crowd of partiers, and raised a hand that instantly got their attention.

"Alright people," the gruff, usually quiet, man shouted, "My family would really like to thank y'all for coming with us to welcome our little girl home at last. I know both my daughter as well as the rest of the family; appreciate this showing of y'all's feelings for our family. We'd like y'all to know we feel the same for every one of you. We'll be going out for a little bit, but we'll be back soon, but don't let that stop the party. Y'all keep it up, we're safe here so relax and have fun."

With that, he turned back and put a heavily muscled arm around Cam's shoulders, and shepherded her to the far end of the bar. As they got to the bar TAG and Kat came bouncing through the door, both of them were smiling and laughing, as they joined Creeper, Cobra, and the rest of the family at the end of the bar.

TAG had long ago earned her membership into the family, and Creeper was a club Bro of Cutter and Mountain's from back in what all three men called, the bad old days, they were some of the very few from back then that were even still alive. So, with a brotherhood forged through some hard times, the four men had remained close, and having covered each other's back so many times that mutual deep trust and respect had developed between them, making the wiry little man a part of the family in his own right.

The wiry, and as Cheryl's words so aptly put it, kind of scary, little biker, had the bottle of Bushmills and enough shot glasses full of the potent blend of Irish whiskeys for each of them. Cam took a little extra time to introduce her lover to TAG, Creeper, and of course, Kat, who everyone noticed, examined the small blonde with Cam very closely. The tall woman turned aside her lover's questions, with the promise of explaining their membership in the family.

Then like they always did when they were all together, they drank a toast to the reuniting of their family, and then Cutter as head of the family gave a toast welcoming Cheryl to their family and showed the little blonde his own sense of humor, giving her one last chance to run screaming into the night. Her adamant "NO" brought laughter from everyone except Cutter. Cheryl got an approving nod from Cam's loving and protective father, for the seriousness of Cheryl's refusal to leave the woman she loved, regardless of how strange and kind of scary the rest of her family was. The two made eye contact and in that moment the golden haired attorney had found she had just acquired a friend and extremely powerful ally, joined by their sharing their love and protective instincts for the single most important thing in their lives, Camilla.

With a knowing look and the almost imperceptible nod that passed between them, the unlikely pair made a silent agreement that their common goal was to see to it that the tall black haired blue-eyed woman never had another reason to return to the dark and lonely woman she had been before she met her green-eyed lover. In that instant, Cheryl also knew that, she had made one of the best and most loyal friends she would ever have. She was also very aware that if she broke their silent agreement, her friend would instantly become the worst most ruthless enemy she could have, one that would most likely kill her without a second thought or a sleepless night, but Cheryl knew that would never be a problem for them.

The three men were impressed with the little lawyer's determination and devotion to their "little girl", and the way she had been glued to the tall blue eyed woman, since finding her, they were fairly convinced of her genuine love for Cam, and had agreed whole-heartedly that Cheryl Killian was more than worthy of joining their wide spread and eclectic little family. An honor she accepted gratefully after giving it the serious consideration it truly deserved. This gave the elated orphan even more reason for loving her dark stoic biker, after all these years someone had finally given Cheryl the thing she'd been searching for since she had awakened in that hospital, after her parents death, a loving and accepting family.

In order to have a serious family moment, the three men took the two young women out of the bar, and now they were all standing in the parking lot next to the motorcycles. Cam took a few minutes to formally introduce Cheryl to Cutter and her two Uncles that were her immediate family.

She was very proud of her lover, and Cam wanted to be sure that her family knew, that normally, she and the incredibly attached blonde practiced more restraint in public but between Cam's joy that Cheryl had cared for her so much she was willing to hunt for and find her, added to Cheryl's elation that she'd found and was accepted by her lover, combined with three years of forced celibacy they had temporarily lost control of themselves.

"Really sir," Cheryl quickly explained "as an attorney I have to have more decorum in order to get a jury to believe me. I wouldn't normally think of acting so inappropriately with Camilla, I love her far too much to put her in such an embarrassing situation. But I thought I'd lost her and was about to go back to begin searching in another direction, I saw all the cars and motorcycles and stopped hoping I'd been lucky enough to find her. Then when I walk in, I thought I was in the wrong place, then there she was, and well she was even more beautiful than I remembered. Then to find that she wanted me as I wanted her, well it was just too much, and my heart kind of took over my body, and acted before my addled brain could think of a more acceptable manner of greeting for the woman I love. I would never want to be an embarrassment, to Camilla or her family, I swear it."

The three men stood quietly enjoying the golden haired woman as she babbled her excuse; she had also surprised them and was moved up a notch, when she also gave her explanation in sign language. Cam's heart swelled with pride and devotion as her lover showed so much respect for her family, not many people did, until it was too late. She could see that Cutter was very charmed by the little woman and was touched by the way she brought out the southern gentleman in him. Before the pretty blonde could go off on another tangent of apologies, Cutter spoke up.

"Alright my dear young lady, I think it's my turn now." Cutter said laughing softly at the young woman's nervous babble. "Let's get a few things straight here, ok? First of all I believe if y'all take a real close look at who raised this little girl, you know, who showed up for open houses and PTA meetings, and all her school activities and cheered the loudest whenever she did anything. Hell Mountain over there once cheered for her warming up in the on deck circle."

All three men held up their hands, wanting to reassure their girl's new friend. She looked around at the three men and pictured them at a PTA meeting or shouting their approval of their little girl and smiled, thinking their devotion to her lover was the sweetest thing she'd ever seen.

"Yeah you get the idea," The biker said "After that, just how do you plan on being an embarrassment to WC? Second, there are no Sirs here, this is Mountain." he said pointing at the big man on his right, "this is Cobra," pointing to the tall skinny man with strangely white skin and all white eyes, dressed entirely in black leather, "and I'm Cutter. You may not have made the connection yet, but you do know whom we are, and I'm sure our little WC will fill you in on all this later. For now however, I'm sure you and WC want to get somewhere private, so y'all can get to know each other again, so I'll make it short."

"Cheryl, since you're part of our family now I'm sure you want to go by our rules." he stated and after she nodded he went on, "One of our strictest rules, is that you turn in you keys at a party like this, and they'll be given back when you're ready to leave, as long as you're sober. It's a fair trade, especially this time, cause we give you a key to a room at the motel over there. A lot of times you just get chair or floor space to sleep it off."

Cheryl fished her keys out of her pocket and handed them to Cutter, who with a big smile gave her the room key TAG had handed him earlier.

"Ok that's it, so why don't y'all go on and get to know each other all over again." Cutter said grinning happily at his daughter. "Privately this time so you can do it properly. Y'all don't worry about checkouts; it's all taken care of till you're ready to leave. Now get out of here."

Smiling at her Daddy's kind words, Cam went to him and gave him a hug and a quick kiss, then laughing at his grumbling about 'kids with no respect', she grabbed Cheryl's hand and led her off toward the clean little motel that TAG and Creeper owned, giggling like a couple of school girls.

They could hear the three men laughing as they headed back to the party. As they headed toward their room, Cam explained to her lover about how their group had lost several friends because of drinking and driving. Therefore, the entire extended family got together, and decided that when anyone gave a party they had to collect the keys and provide somewhere appropriate for everyone to sleep off the party, or provide a designated driver to shuttle everyone home, then back the next day to retrieve their vehicles. She also assured Cheryl that there was always someone watching over their vehicles and they made sure their rides were unmolested while the group partied. Usually, like now, it was a couple of prospects from one of the clubs her family was friendly with.

Cheryl asked about several of the people she'd met at the party and Cam told her a few stories about some of the people her lover had met and was having a hard time convincing the blonde attorney that she wasn't kidding, or making it up. Just as they reached the right door to the room the naturally curious young woman asked the question Cam knew was coming, but that she was dreading the answer.

"Ah...Camilla, I have a couple of questions to ask," the green eyed blonde stated " and the one I'm just dying to know is why does your family keep calling you WC, and what does it mean?"

Cam gave her newly reunited lover a mysterious smile, and a mischievous wink.

"WC stands for Wild Child, which is what I acted like when they brought me home for the first time." Cam answered, "I was totally distrusting of everyone after being on the streets, and I was sure that anyone that said they loved me didn't really, and was only using that for an excuse because they were going to hurt me. Not to mention that I just knew nobody could possibly love me, I was queer, a pervert and an abomination in the eyes of God. I knew it was true because my real parents told me so while my father was beating me to a bloody pulp."

Cheryl looked at Cam, her emerald eyes filled with tears of sadness for the battered and abused child that her lover had been, and that was still there, just below the surface. There was a flash of anger for everyone that had used and exploited that child, and took advantage of her loneliness and withholding the love and understanding the child deserved.

"As for why my family calls me that now." Cam said and shrugged "I guess it's one of those nicknames that stuck, but only those in my family are allowed to call me that in public. Everyone else calls me Cam, or every once in a while some women have called me Camy, it's been that way since I was in junior high, when I decided I hated my real name. So does that mean you're going to start calling me WC like all the others?"

Cheryl looked up at her much taller lover, giving her a careful and thorough examination, and then she gave the nervous biker a dazzling thousand-megawatt smile.

"You know sweetheart, I don't like the sound of me saying either one." Cheryl said as if coming to a major decision. "I mean Cam is just too common a name for someone as extraordinary as you, and as for Wild Child or WC, well that's really better for those that knew you back then, and we won't even discuss Camy. No, if it's ok, I think I'll call you the same thing I have all along, just like I don't think you'd ever feel right calling me Cheri or Cher. If it's alright I'd rather just keep calling you Camilla, besides it's such a beautifully melodic and elegant name, it fits you so perfectly, my love. But if you want me to call you by one of those other names then I will. As long as you love me I don't care what we call each other."

Cam looked down into the face that had become the very center of her entire universe and smiled at the polite and respectful way Cheryl always treated her. No one outside her family had ever treated her like that. Not even her teachers and later her professors even though she aced their classes with such apparent ease. The only one who had ever looked at her with such a completely earnest, trusting and loving face was her Daddy, at this moment Cam was aware that she loved this woman totally and without reservation, and would never deny Cam anything, that was within her reach to obtain.

She loves me as much as Daddy, and even beyond that Cam told herself seeing the absolute truth of her statement. I never thought anyone would love me as much as him. I guess this is why he told me all those old family stories about soulmates, he knew some say I would find mine, and he wanted me to know when I finally did.

"Baby I'll tell you what, I've always hated the name Camilla." Cam said as she pulled the small body to her and marveled in the way it fit against hers so perfectly. "But when you say it, it sounds so refined and so right, I love the way I feel when you look at me with that loving intensity in your beautiful emerald eyes and call me Camilla, in that low sexy tone you get when we lay together, it's like. Well I suppose the closest I can come to it is that it's like thousands of heavenly angels singing just for me. So please my love call me Camilla as you wish, that way I will always be able to hear how much you love me even in a crowd."

As she finished saying that the couple came to the door that matched the key that TAG and Creeper had given Cutter for her. Cam knew something was up when she saw two ribbons baring the initial C on them, attached to the door. Taped to the ribbons was an envelope addressed to them both, Cam opened it and found a note for them from Cobra, the gist of which was that he was so happy and proud that Cam had finally found her true love, and that he hoped Cheryl and Cam were always as happy together as he and Kat were.

With a tear in her eye caused by the unusually loving sentiment put into the note, especially coming from her normally very undemonstrative Uncle, Cam swung open the door. She was locking it when she heard Cheryl's gasp of surprise. The tall biker turned expecting to see almost anything, but not what she was seeing. The room was decorated with streamers and balloons and tons of flowers, including a huge bouquet of 48 red and yellow roses, their scent filled the room. Across from the bed on a table was a tray full of food including Cam's favorite, shrimp cocktails, and assorted fresh fruit. On the bedside table was another tray that was full of chocolate dipped strawberries, and next to that were two magnums of Cam's favorite extra dry sparkling wine.

She was sure now that her Daddy had set this up; he was the only one that knew about her liking that particular vintage, from that particular Napa Valley winery. It was very expensive and she knew nobody would even think of a small detail like that, only Cutter.

The entire room had been turned into a Honeymoon suite, and Cam had a slight smile on her face, she could see Cobra's young wife Kat's hand very deeply involved in this, as well as TAG, and was grateful because she was well aware of Cheryl's voracious appetite. In fact Cam was grateful to her whole family for making sure her lover, and hopefully lifetime partner, knew that she was very welcome into their family and they had gone out of their way to make her feel comfortable wherever they could.

Cheryl was amazed that the rough macho men she had just met had actually had a hand in decorating a room to celebrate the joining of two women. She turned to ask Cam a question but was struck speechless as she found herself looking into twin light blue, burning, bottomless pools of pure raw desire. As the already excited blonde's emerald eyes locked with molten blue, she could feel the fires of Cam's need shoot into her own body and go straight to her own raging inferno that burned her lower half fuelled by her ever-increasing lust for her long denied lover.

The air between the two incredibly attracted women was so over heated it threatened to self-combust. Cam took a step toward the sexy little golden haired green-eyed object of her deepest most burning desires without her even noticing, a low feral growl was coming from the tall sleek black haired woman that drove her intended lover wild with a deep undeniable rush of white hot lust, and made Cheryl go weak in the knees. With every last ounce of her resolve the small blonde placed a hand on her advancing lover's chest and did something she had promised herself she would.

"Just hold it right there Sparky!" the small trembling blonde commanded softly.

Chapter 24

The air stilled as the two women stood just an arms length apart, the distance held by Cheryl's hand against Cam's chest. The space between them was charged to the point of near combustion, as determined green met with molten blue.

"The last time we started something like this we did it your way," the diminutive attorney announced to her frustrated and confused lover "and you gave me the most fabulous, and mind shattering orgasm of my life, but you told me to wait to touch you until we were together again. I thought you meant until the next night, at most, so I agreed, but it's been three years since I've even set eyes on you. That ain't cuttin' it...Sparky!"

"Sparky?" the tall black haired woman asked, shocked by this strange turn of events. "Did you just call me...Sparky?"

"That's right..." the little blonde purred as she gripped her lover's work shirt, ripped it open then shoved her willing "victim" onto the bed. "...Sparky."

Buttons flew all over the room and Cam sensing her lover's needs, remained passive, and laid back to enjoy her lover's suddenly and unusually aggressive behavior. Cheryl tugged at the hem of Cam's T-shirt becoming frustrated at the skintight uncooperative article of clothing.

"Off" the blonde demanded, her lust darkened emerald eyes drinking in the sight of her lovers' well-muscled upper torso, as the offending garment was removed, and thrown across the room.

To Cam's delight, Cheryl straddled her hips and began by letting her small hands roam freely over Cam's top half. Each touch left trails of fire on the dark woman's flesh; Cam fully expected the skin to blister, from the unexpectedly intense heat of her lovers' touch. The blonde wildcat got up and quickly removed her own clothing throwing it all over the room not caring where it landed at the moment, and then Cheryl once more straddled her still partially dressed lover. She placed her hands on the prone woman's washboard abdomen splaying out her fingers, in order to make more contact with Cam's satiny soft skin.

Cam watched her small lover through lust hooded eyes as the highly aroused woman crawled up her lover's long gorgeous body. Cheryl bent down to kiss the soft moist lips of the center of her universe.

"I love you so much it hurts my heart," the smoking hot blonde whispered, just before she covered the luscious lips she'd been dreaming of for three insufferably long years.

Both women moaned as the heat of the kiss set their blood boiling. They broke the kiss after several heartbeats; the feel of her lovers saturated sex on her bare abdomen was driving Cam insane with need. Cheryl reached back and felt her beloved's denim covered lower half.

"Oh my, I've been remiss in fulfilling my duties." Cheryl said in a low husky voice, as a sexy smile came to her kiss swollen lips. "My sweetie is over dressed. I simply must take care of this at once. Don't move baby."

"Not even a twitch?" Cam asked using that "special" little girl voice.

"You know that voice drives me crazy." Cheryl purred sexily as she wiggled her perfectly shaped rear on Cam's washboard abs adding even more to the already over-stimulated women.

Cheryl rolled off Cam and began frantically working on Cam's button fly jeans. Cam chuckled at her lover's lust induced antics. As she looked down watching what her determined little lover was doing, she noticed the shine of Cheryl's juices on her abdomen. On an impulse, Cam ran her fingers through the slick fluid and then brought them to her nose. She inhaled deeply filling her nostrils with the intoxicating scent of her lover, stirring bits and pieces of long forgotten dreams.

"By the Goddess, my dreams pale in comparison to the reality of you, my love." Cam said reverently then was struck by the horrible sense of loss she'd been feeling for the last three years. "Please don't leave me with only my dreams to love me, not ever again."

Not hearing the whispered plea and Cam never repeated it, she didn't need to, the blonde of her dreams; own actions reassured her without words. Cheryl finally pulled Cam's jeans off and smiled when she discovered her lover wasn't wearing underwear. With Cam's pants around her ankles Cheryl took the time to take Cam's boots and socks off as well.

"Going commando today my love?" Cheryl asked referring to Cam's lack of undergarments.

"Well, Paula bought some little bitty silk things but you know how I feel about them," Cam explained "and they didn't have the boxers I like so I did without. Couldn't find a bra that fit right either."

Believing Cam's tale, knowing how choosy the tall woman was about her under clothes fitting right, and that she'd rather go without than wear something she didn't like. Cam didn't give a damn about what she wore on the outside but underneath she was very fussy about what was closest to her skin. Once she was again able to move, Cheryl began crawling up her lover's long beautiful body. Stopping every so often to kiss and nip at the all too tempting skin of her much beloved Camilla.

"The taste of you is purest ambrosia, and the scent of your arousal the finest perfume," the blonde moaned as she hovered over the dark wet shining curls at the apex of her lover' muscular thighs, the green eyed blonde, let the aroma of Cam's arousal fill her senses. On an impulse, Cheryl bent down and planted a tender loving kiss on her lover's tempting mound.

"If you will allow it," the enraptured blonde continued, "I will never again leave your side. I already love you to the exclusion of all else, and you are the beginning and ending of me. I had no one in my life before I met you, and since we were separated, I have merely existed, a hollow shell. Now that I have you back, I will never be able to exist without you. Please let me stay Camilla, and I will worship you, my love, asking only to spend the rest of my life, in the ecstasy of your presence."

With her every word, Cheryl crawled higher up on her lover until she was able to stretch out her entire body over her beloved Cam's, so that every possible inch of their skin was touching. Cam spread her thighs allowing Cheryl to slide easily between them. The little blonde-haired woman kissed her way down Cam's strong jawline until she reached her tall blue-eyed lover's long beautiful neck where she continued licking, kissing and biting at the tempting skin as she kept going lower. Cam groaned passionately as she felt the small sharp teeth of her lover grasping at her flesh.

Cheryl came to the point where Cam's neck and shoulders met; she could feel her lover's pulse pounding just beneath her lips. Unable to resist Cheryl began sucking at the skin, making the woman beneath her writhe in ecstasy. Cam felt her lover sliding down her body slowly, the blonde's lips and tongue leaving molten trails of desire with every touch. The ravenous mouth moved down the dark woman's chest, obviously searching for a particularly treasured morsel. Apparently, the search ended when Cheryl's eager lips found the tender soft flesh of Cam's breast, and she concentrated her efforts trying to be sure that she didn't miss even the tiniest speck of the obviously addictive and exotic tasting treat.

The accomplished blonde lover pulled back just enough to blow softly across the wet, super-heated flesh, she watched in fascination as the skin surrounding the nipple puckered and pebbled, the nipple itself hardened and elongated until it was just too much for Cheryl to resist. She took the hypersensitive nipple between her soft moist lips and began suckling at it like a starving infant. In response, Cam ran her hand down Cheryl's back until she reached the firm muscular globes of her lover's tight backside. With a powerful hand on each cheek of Cheryl's fabulous backside, Cam pulled the woman she loved tight against her and began slowly grinding her pelvis against her lover's

This was driving Cheryl to soar even higher, as she lightly bit Cam's nipple. Then she moved on to lavish her attentions on the breasts twin, her mouth ravishing the delectable mound of firm yet pliable flesh. She eventually released the delicious morsel and raised up her head to look deeply into her Camilla's lust darkened blue eyes.

"Camilla, please, let me taste you?" Cheryl pleaded barely able to speak; her voice was so thick with desire. "I need to taste your essence on my tongue."

"Oh yes my love yessss." Cam hissed as her arousal was reaching nearly painful proportions.

As soon as Cam released Cheryl's rear, the small golden-haired woman began working her way down her lover's long body, her hot tongue swirling mercilessly over Cam's burning perspiration-coated skin savoring the salty sweet flavor. She also took time to press her lips on the soft skin, she loved feeling the hard, well developed muscles of her lover's abdomen flexing and relaxing, as she would occasionally nip at Cam's permanently bronzed skin, Cheryl let her exploring tongue dip into the well of Cam's navel and swirling it around causing the woman to gasp, at the very sensual feeling it brought her.

After making sure that her lover's navel had received its share of attention the small blonde moved on down her lover, in search of further adventures. The sounds of Cam's pleasure spurred her small blonde lover to even more enthusiastic explorations, as her sexual quest continued.

"Oh Goddess!!" Cam moaned as the sweet torture continued to build. "I think you're trying to kill me, woman."

"Hummmmm, then maybe I should stop then." Cheryl quipped as she looked up into the deep blue pools, gasping at how her lover's lust had darkened them to the colors of stormy seas.

"Don't you dare.." Cam growled sensually her eyes opening wide, silently begging her recalcitrant lover to continue.

Cam let her legs spread wider to allow Cheryl enough space to reach her ultimate goal. The diminutive blonde nestled herself between her blue eyed lover's thighs, the very place she'd been dreaming of being in for three years. That is after she got through the memories of her last night in prison, when her lover had come to her in her cell, and showed her love for Cheryl. The pictures of which were burned indelibly into Cheryl's mind, the only other thing on her mind, had been giving the tall dark woman a night she'd remember forever. If Cam's noises were any indication, the small and determined blonde was well on her way to achieving her wish.

Wanting to prolong the moment Cheryl began to gently kiss the creamy soft skin of Cam's inner thighs carefully licking up the juices that had leaked from her sex and had liberally coated the muscular limbs causing the tough biker to whimper in frustration.

"Sweetheart, you are so beautiful." Cheryl moaned and began biting and sucking at the sensitive flesh.

"D-damn, b-baby I d-don't know what y-you're d-doing to me!" Cam cried out her passions reaching explosive levels "I d-don't c-care, pleeease don't s-stop!!"

After marking her territory several times, Cheryl turned to her lover's center. The swollen pink flesh was beckoning her and unable to resist, Cheryl let her tongue flick out and lightly graze the glistening flesh. The spicy musky scent was only somewhat less enticing than the actual flavor of her lovers' nectar that had coated the area as it flowed from her core. A shudder ran through Cam's body as she felt her lover's delicate pink tongue fluttering over the sensitive tissues.

"Baby please!!" Cam cried out, desperation and need gripping her entire body bringing her arousal to painful heights. "Cheryl...My loves...take me now! I can't stand it any longer, Pleeeease."

Hearing her lover's plaintive cry, Cheryl brought up her left hand and using two fingers she very gently opened Cam's swollen and slick outer folds, like the petals of the most beautiful flower, revealing the bright coral pink, extremely wet flesh. Unable to hold back any longer Cheryl began swirling her tongue around the entrance of Cam's core, taking in the very essence of the woman. She stiffened her tongue, and then slowly, maddeningly, pushed her oral muscle into her lover's wet center. The older woman went wild with pleasure she hissed loudly and pushed her sex into the blonde's face, trying to increase the delicious contact and force the wriggling tongue further into her. Wordlessly begging her lover to keep up the pressure. Encouraged by Cam's reactions Cheryl swirled her tongue around inside her lover's core, and lapping at the muscular walls that tried to grasp her eager tongue, but failed due to the copious amount of the slick fluid the was pouring from her core and coated the walls and tongue so that it slipped away from every grasp. Cheryl licked greedily at the interior of her lover's core, trying her best to get every single drop of Cam's sweet essence. She was enjoying her black haired lover's writhing and incoherent ramblings as Cheryl drove her slowly insane with pleasure.

Cam found to her surprise that her scattered thoughts recalled something her friend, Maria, had mentioned one night while they were reminiscing over former lovers. She told Cam a lover that had kept her on the very edge of an orgasm for hours; the beautifully built Mexican woman had called it IPIP or Indescribable Pleasure Indefinitely Prolonged. Cam was now becoming fully aware of what her friend had been taking about.

Reluctantly leaving the source of Cam's sweet delectable nectar, Cheryl let her tongue take a slow lazy trek up her lover's sex until she reached the hypersensitive swollen and throbbing bundle of nerves at the very top of Cam's sex. She let her tongue circle the painfully erect nub. While the green-eyed blonde was tormenting Cam's throbbing clit, she brought up her right hand and began teasing the entrance to her lover's core with feather light touches of her fingers. Cheryl took her beloved Camilla's clit into her mouth and closed her lips around the erect nerve packed tissue; she could feel Cam's pulse pounding through the engorged organ.

To increased her lover's stimulation Cheryl let her teeth lightly scrape up the sides of the even more sensitive nubbin as her tongue fluttered over the very tip, all the while tenderly suckling at it, puling even more blood into the almost painfully, erect organ. Cam was going wild from all the things Cheryl was doing to her, she had already taken Cam far beyond any pleasure any of her former lovers had given her, and while she was grateful for her beloved Cheryl's incredible skills, this was all way beyond anything she'd ever experienced, and she was at the very frayed end of her rope.

"Ah...gods...please...I...need...you...in me...now... pleeeeease!!!" Cam cried out, her voice nearly reaching a scream level "fill me baby...I need you in me NOW!!!!!"

Surrendering to her lover's desperate pleas, Cheryl slowly and gently inserted two fingers into the hot liquid center, feeling the slick velvety walls of Cam's center closing tightly around her fingers, the strong muscles trying to pull the delightful digits deeper into her core.

"More, baby give me more." Cam screamed grinding her hips into her lover's hand. I'm ready sweetheart, make me cum for you."

Cheryl pulled back and inserted a third then a fourth finger into her lover at her lover's pleas, Cam began rocking her hips in time with Cheryl's thrusts. Cheryl took her mouth from Cam's throbbing clit, replacing her mouth with her thumb to continue the stimulation. The beautiful green-eyed blonde moved so that she was straddling one of Cam's hard muscular thighs. She began grinding herself into the hard-sculpted quadriceps. Cam had just enough presence of mind to flex the hard muscle and press it against her lover helping her to create the most marvelous friction in all the right places. Both women were reaching the stratospheric heights, only true lovers can find. It struck Cam why this little petit blonde was able to launch her to heights way beyond the abilities of any previous lovers. For the first time in her long and illustrious career, as an ultimate player, Cam was making love, and not just having sex. Meaning that for the first time in her life, the great Camilla Brusard was truly in love. It would have probably scared her to death if she had had time to process the information. She couldn't right now, because her little blonde lover was driving her to the edge of total insanity, so her brain filed the revelation away for further consideration at a later time.

Suddenly without any warning, Cam felt as if every nerve in her body was connected directly to her groin, and each and every one of them was firing at once.

"Oh Gods Cheryl, baby I'm coming," the black haired beauty screamed unable to control herself any longer.

"That's right sweetheart," Cheryl growled as she continued to piston her fingers in and out of her dream lover come to life, "Cum for me baby, it's alright, Camilla, give it to me!"

As if following her lover's commands Cam's entire body went ridged and she arched into Cheryl, flexing her thigh harder into the small blonde straddling it, and Cheryl felt her own climax rushing to her.

"Cum for me Camilla," Cheryl urged as her own volcanic orgasm blasted through her petit form making her cry out her own pleasures "Awwww sweet Goddesssss yessssssss!"

"Aaaaaarrrrrrgggghhhhhhhh!!!!!!" Cam roared out her ecstasy, her body arched up bowing into Cheryl "Oh baby, it'ssss sssso gooooood!"

Both women's bodies convulsed in the throes of passions unable to control it. Finally, their bodies began to calm and allow them to regain a semblance of control. Cam collapsed back on to the bed and Cheryl collapsed on to Cam, both laying there panting and trying to hold themselves together until their muscles quit feeling like over stretched rubberbands and would once again begin answering their brain's commands.

They lay there for several minutes enjoying the quiet and reveling in each other's company.

"Sweet Goddess!" Cheryl husked out breathlessly, "That was so...never in my life have I ever felt anything so...I don't know, I...I mean I thought that that last night in Chillicothe when you came to me and...Well I thought it was spectacular...but this tonight was so...."

"Intense...all consuming...mind blowing" Cam finished for her lover. "You are positively amazing, do you know that?"

"So I must ask," Cheryl said, with a mischievous gleam in her emerald eyes "At least it's something I kind of wanted to ask..."

"You can ask anything you want baby." Cam stated softly, her love for the little blonde clear in her voice, "but can it wait sweetheart, you've turned my brains to a puddle of mush."

In answer, Cheryl nodded, leaving her question for later, and snuggled in tighter against the woman that was her entire world, kissed her tenderly, then with a satisfied smile she fell into the arms of Morpheus. Cam remained awake for a little while longer, watching the amazing woman in her arms as she slept. It was as if she was afraid that if she too went to sleep, that she'd wake up alone again in her cell.

Eventually, Cam became unable to keep her eyes open, and without her knowledge, the exhausted woman's beautiful eyes closed as she joined her lover in Morpheus' realm.

The tall black haired woman slowly drifted awake, even before her ice blue eyes opened she became aware of small hands and fingers tracing delicate patterns on her skin. Cam smiled even before her cerulean blue eyes opened knowing that when they did open the small beautiful golden haired center of her universe would be there apparently using her as a living body pillow.

"Thank you my Goddess." Cam whispered as a prayer of heart-felt gratitude that this feeling was no longer a dream.

She really was out of the hell that prison had been, and her greatest wish had come true and she was waking up with the most beautiful woman in the world.



"Good morning sleepy head," the lyrical voice from Cam's dreams said. "Are you going to do like I did and sleep for two straight days, now that you can without someone yelling for you to get up? It's all right if you do my love, I'll be right here when you wake up. I'm NEVER leaving you again."

Cam's smile was bright enough to out shine the clear morning sun; her beloved blonde had spoken the words she'd dreamed of hearing for the last three years.

A wave of absolute peace and contentment swept over the quiet black haired biker as she came to the realization that after thirty-three years, her soul too had found its home.


Continued in Part 9