Divine Solace: 8 (45 page)

She winced, braced for Lyda to give her that “suck it up and
don’t be a pussy” look. The woman had no phobias at all, though family meets
were clearly a weak point.

Lyda didn’t react as she feared. Which was a shame, because
if her Mistress had been catty or cruel, Gen could have said
piss off
and escaped death-by-plummet.

“Yes, I did.” Lyda took her hand. “I’m going to hold it
until I put you on the lift, and then Noah’s going to take over. I’ll be right
behind you. On the way back down, I’ll switch and ride with you. Noah wants to
ride with you first.”

Noah would never assert his will over Lyda’s, but apparently
they’d worked it out while Gen had been pondering whether whining like a
four-year-old would help. Stepping closer, he slid an arm around Gen’s waist,
giving her the look that made her happy butterflies start competing with the
other more fearful kind.

“And when you ride with me, you’ll hold my hand.” She wasn’t
letting Lyda out of that. She didn’t care how petulant she sounded.

“I said I would.”

Gen’s further protests were overridden as her two companions
nudged her in line to catch the next seat of the continuously in motion ride.
When the operator warned them it was time for Noah and Gen to step onto the
platform, Lyda kissed Gen warmly, right there in front of an astounded operator
and watching families. She ignored the fact that one set of parents turned
their children away as if they’d done something obscene, her gaze staying on
Gen’s face. “Right behind you. The three of us together, we can handle
anything. Right?”

When Gen nodded, Lyda turned her attention to Noah. “You
take care of her.”

“Always, Mistress. I’ll always take care of both of you.”

“I’m going to hold you to that.” Lyda brushed his jaw with
intimate fingers, increasing the vertical lift of the operator’s brows.

“They’re going to flip right over his head and get lost down
the back collar of his shirt,” Lyda whispered in Gen’s ear. She let out a
startled giggle as Lyda released her hand, pushing her forward. Noah tugged Gen
onto the platform. She had the
oh shit, I’m not doing this
moment, then
they were sitting down, the chair rocking as they started upward. Gen’s head
was on a swivel, pressing her chin into Noah’s shoulder to see Lyda take the
chair a few feet behind them.

She closed her eyes, trying to enjoy the sensation of Noah’s
throat against her cheek and temple, trying to pretend she wasn’t getting
further from the ground. Trying to ignore all the vibrations and jerks of the
creaky chair. He tapped her cheek. “Hey. Look at me.”

She cracked an eye. His hand was tangled with hers on her thigh.
“Okay?” he said.

“Okay.” Good God, her voice quavered. “She’s right. I’m such
a wimp.”

“You work for Marguerite. Plus I’ve seen you stand up to
Lyda. You’re no such thing. Jesus, your fingers are like ice.” He rubbed them.
“You really don’t get too high above the ground. You’re going up the side of a
mountain, you know. And there’s a great view at the top. Will you say it
again?”

She gasped, clamping his arm in a death grip as the chair
jolted, passing beneath a pole. “Really normal,” he promised her. “See up
there? There’s a piece of metal that holds the lines taut, so when the chair
rolls over that metal, it makes things get a little more bumpy. That’s all.”

She forced herself to look at it, then rolled her eyes
downward to focus on the view. It was pretty, Gatlinburg at twilight, the
sunlight soft on the trees. “On the way down, if it’s dark, all the lights are
really gorgeous,” he added.

“What did you ask me?”

He looked straight ahead. “Nothing.”

“Noah.” She summoned enough bravery to detach her fingers
and touch the firm line of his mouth. “I’m in love with you. With each of you
and both of you. And I’m so glad you wanted me to say it again.” She paused
when he said nothing, just kept looking straight ahead. “Is it okay that I’m in
love with you?”

He gave a precise nod, a movement as careful as she’d be if
she thought a single twitch would drop the bottom out of the chairlift. She
jerked as they passed under another pole, the ride rocking. His gaze returned
to her, both hands covering hers on his knee. “It’s all right,” he said. “Have
you told Lyda? That you’re in love with her too?”

“You’re great at distracting conversation topics,” she said,
and earned a smile. “I’m too chicken,” she admitted. “I’m not sure if it’s
something she wants or needs to hear.”

“But you thought it was something I might want or need to
hear?”

The neutral note made her draw back. “If you don’t want me
to say something like that…”

“Do you really feel that way?” His eyes were everywhere but
on her face.

“Noah, I need you to look at me. Don’t leave me alone up
here.”

His gaze snapped back to her in an instant. “You’re not. I’m
right here. It’s okay.”

It was amazing, how he could be so uncertain of one part of
his head, and yet one hundred percent in tune with it when it came to caring
for her. As Lyda had said, it was a heartrending dilemma for someone who loved
him. Yet it made her answer to his question easy.

“I wouldn’t have said it if I didn’t. It’s been a long time
since I’ve said it to anyone.”

He considered that, his visage troubled. “Yet you said it to
me, even knowing I can’t…that I’m not…that it doesn’t work for me that way.”

“Doesn’t it?” For a brief moment, her conviction on that was
important enough to forget her fear of heights, to make her touch his face
again. “I don’t believe that, Noah. I don’t care what anyone has said to me
about it, even you. Just because it might feel or look a different way, doesn’t
mean it isn’t the same thing.”

Noah didn’t say anything to that, but he did stretch his arm
across the back of her chair and take a firmer grip on her hand. Completely in
the now and wholly protective, the Noah she knew…and loved.

“Okay,” he said at last, so quiet she almost missed the
word. “I don’t know about that, but I do know you should tell her, Gen. You’re the
bravest of the three of us.”

If he’d told her she had horns sprouting out of her head,
she couldn’t have been more stunned. Then they went under another of those damn
poles. She could swear the chair shuddered more ominously.

“Do you know they have synchronous lightning bug displays
around here?”

She choked on a laugh, both sets of fingers clamped around
his while he slid his arm off the back of the seat onto her shoulders. “You
made that up.”

“I did not. The Tennessee synchronous lightning bugs are world
famous. This is only one of two places in the whole world you can see it
happen.”

“So what do they do? Flash ‘buzz off, tourists’ in Morse
code?”

“No.” He grinned, appreciating her. “During their mating
season, bunches of them congregate nearby, in Elkmont. The males fly around and
flash, and the females watch and respond by blinking back. Sometimes the males
all flash at once, sometimes it’s in wave patterns, sometimes they don’t
synchronize at all. It’s like watching those programmable Christmas lights, in
a way. RVs have to reserve camping passes during that time of year, it’s so
popular.

“Why do they do it? The bugs.”

“Competition between the males is the theory. They figure if
they all flash together, a girl bug can compare flashes and decide who she
likes.”

“So for lightning bug males, it’s the size of the flash, for
human males…”

“Kind of cuts down on the whole human superiority thing when
you figure out most species are the same about things,” he said, eyes
twinkling. “And the bugs have never divulged whether it’s the size of the
flash. It could be how many times they can flash, stamina, rhythmic ability,
that kind of thing.”

She chuckled and managed to bite back the whimper, mostly,
when the wire vibrated because the two teenage idiots in the lift ahead rocked
their car. On purpose.

She looked back to verify Lyda’s presence. While Lyda was
taking time to enjoy the view, their Mistress met Gen’s gaze, showing she was
keeping an eye on her. Had Lyda put Noah and Gen together first to clear the
air? Like most things Lyda proposed, it had worked. Noah’s acceptance of the
truth Gen had spoken in front of his grandmother was settling into a quiet,
powerful thing between them, something that altered how he acted toward her.
Since it was new for him, that difference was tentative, exploratory. But it
was a good thing. She felt it in the clasp of his hand, his bemused looks at
her.

Gen now knew the unsettling truth that Lyda could put her
into an eager submissive role with a look or a word, yet it was a state that
made Gen want to call Lyda hers right back, a two-way street. Surely Noah had
that desire somewhere deep down inside, buried by the horrible behavior of his
family. Everyone wanted someone who belonged to them, in all the ways that
comforted in the middle of the night, that made the yawn of the future not so
lonely or frightening. Someone with whom to share experiences, successes and
failures, tears and laughter.

Once on the overlook, the three of them pressed hip to hip,
Lyda on one side of Gen, Noah on the other, as they took turns peering through
the viewfinders. Her fear of heights had to do with dangling at a high
elevation, not standing on terra firma looking down the mountain, so as they
walked along the deck, Gen enjoyed seeing Gatlinburg transform from garish
saloon girl into a mysterious beauty. The buildings softened into silhouettes,
lights twinkling across them like a carpet of stars.

When Gen’s stomach growled, Noah rubbed his as if it had
made the offending noise. Lyda chuckled but admitted she was hungry too, so it
was time to seek out dinner. However, when they returned to the lift and it
appeared as if Lyda was going to follow the same seating arrangement, Gen gave
her a reproachful look.

“You said you’d hold my hand on the way back.”

Noah grinned at Lyda. “You did, Mistress.”

“Big babies, the both of you.”

Despite the fond deprecation, Gen thought Lyda was pleased
Gen hadn’t accepted the idea of returning with Noah. Unfortunately, the good
feeling about that wasn’t enough to keep her mind away from a sudden, serious
problem. As they positioned themselves on the platform, Gen looked out in front
of them.

She’d expected things might go better, with it getting dark
and her heading down. Unfortunately, it wasn’t dark enough. Instead of staring
at a mountainside as she had going up, she was looking out over a lot of open
space. Like a million stories of open space.

“Lyda…” The panic in her voice caused an undignified squeak.

“Sit.” Lyda had her arm, had her pushed into the seat, and
then they were airborne. Gen’s heart rabbited, her lungs squeezing down to the
size of the furry mammal’s.

“Gen. Breathe. One breath, two breaths…”

Maybe Noah would have been the better choice on the downward
run, his fingers more resilient against Gen’s bone-breaking grip. Lyda
transferred Gen’s grip to her thigh, covering her hand with her own, but she
put an arm around Gen as bolstering as Noah’s. “Put your face into my neck and
close your eyes.”

Gen pressed against her side, obeyed. “There,” Lyda
murmured. “Keep breathing. In. Out. It’s all right. My little control freak.”

“Pot. Kettle.”

“You can’t be too afraid if you’re being feisty.”

“I react to terror with aggression.”

Lyda brushed a kiss over her temple. “We’re all afraid of
something. Being able to get past it shows courage. It’s beautiful. Open just
one eye, and look at the city lights. Keep your head where it is. I’m right
here.” She rubbed Gen’s upper arm briskly, squeezed it. “You’re all right. I’m
not going to let anything happen to you, am I?”

Gen opened the one eye, saw the pretty lights spread out
before them. Now that the sun had set, it was getting darker fast, which
helped. She didn’t want to move, but she wanted to show Lyda she could be
brave. “I…I think I can lift my head. Is that okay?”

“Yes. Go ahead. Good girl.” Lyda stroked Gen’s fingers. “If
you can manage it, look back at Noah and assure him he shouldn’t scale the
cable like a monkey to come help. God save us, he’d do it.”

Startled, Gen looked back. Even in semidarkness, she read
the deep concern in Noah’s expression. The need to reassure someone else
helped. She gave him a nod, a wave of her hand. He smiled in return, settled
back. He made a nice distraction, long legs relaxed in a splayed knee posture,
his arm along the back of the other empty seat, his hand holding onto the chain
above the outside frame. His hair fluttered across his brow.

Gen drew a breath, faced front again, looked at Gatlinburg.
“I’m in love with you too, you know. I don’t know if that’s okay with you or
not, but I want to say it, in case it changes anything…for all of us.”

Lyda kept stroking her upper arm. A little slower, more
methodical. Gen didn’t look toward her, but she was already petrified, so she
might as well go for all of it.

Gen cleared her throat. “Chloe told me there are subs at The
Zone who would follow Marguerite into hellfire. They think that Domme-groupie
thing is the same thing as love, the same as what Tyler feels for her. But it’s
not. I don’t think this is that. Maybe it could be, but…”

“You’re not the groupie kind. Just leave it there, rabbit.”

“Okay.” All things in their own time. For now, it was
enough. Gen was a grown woman. Whatever Lyda was thinking, Gen was responsible
for handling her own feelings. Unlike the heights thing, she wouldn’t ask anyone
to pick up the slack on that if Lyda didn’t ever feel the same way. It was
going to be okay.

Really.

They walked around Gatlinburg after dinner. Gen picked up
souvenirs for Marguerite and Chloe, and some caramel popcorn for her and Noah
to enjoy at the cottage later, despite Lyda’s unnatural aversion to junk food.
Gen observed she would probably melt like the Wicked Witch of the West if she
indulged in a bite. The observation earned her an evil eye and Lyda nabbing
some popcorn to prove her wrong.

When they prepared for bed that night, Lyda ordered them
both into it naked, though she wore a T-shirt and panties. Putting Noah in the
middle, she laid her head on his left shoulder as Gen put hers on his right. He
had his arms around them, an indirect restraint that kept his hands out of the
way while Lyda played with him. Gen propped on an elbow, stroking his chest,
his throat, her own getting tight at how he lifted his chin to let her put her
fingers around it, a light collaring as Lyda gripped the base of his cock. He
had his hand curved around Gen’s hip, forbidden by Lyda from fondling either
woman’s ass. Yet through the pressure of his palm, Gen felt his desire as
vividly as she saw the hardening of his cock under Lyda’s skillful touch.

Lyda had made them leave it at that, though. In time, she’d
taken her hand from him, linked it with Gen’s fingers on his chest, and they’d
all fallen asleep that way, Noah stroking a line down Gen’s back, her upper
arm.

At some point, she must have turned on her side, since she
tended to sleep facing outward. When she opened her eyes, she saw it was just
past two in the morning, and the bed was moving in a rhythmic sway, like a boat
on lazy waters.

Already anticipating what she would see, Gen slowly shifted
to her back and to the other side. It put her only a handspan from her other
bed partners. Gen folded her hands under her cheek, drinking in the sight of
Noah, his gaze trained on Lyda’s face, his body stretched out beneath her as he
gripped the headboard. Their Mistress was riding him deep and slow.

Their tiredness and Lyda allowing only a little bit of play
before settling them to sleep had kept simmering libidos manageable. With sex
saturating the air and seeing what she was seeing, Gen was aware of every place
the sheets touched her bare skin.

Lyda hadn’t removed any clothes. She’d pulled the crotch of
the panties aside to sink down on him. Under the T-shirt, her nipples and sway
of her unbound breasts were on delectable display. She’d dropped her head back
on her shoulders and her hair was loose, caressing her shoulders. When her chin
lowered, the glaze of her eyes said she was lost in pleasure, but not so much
she couldn’t issue another command.

“Push the blanket down and play with yourself, Gen,” she
whispered. “Cup those pretty tits, put your fingers inside your cunt.”

As Gen complied and shifted to her back, Lyda spoke again.
“You’re not allowed to look at her,” she told Noah. “But you feel what she’s
doing, the movement of her body… He’s getting harder inside of me, Gen. Harder
than when I told him you’d wake up wet. Even asleep, you knew what we were
doing. Show him, Gen. Prove to him I was right.”

Gen found his long-fingered hand, already releasing the
headboard. Rubbing his calloused palm over her wet pussy, she pushed two of his
fingers into a curved dip inside of her. Noah’s breath left him in a gratifying
near-growl.

“Good. Put his hand back now. My pets don’t get to play with
one another unless I say so. After you make me come, I’ll blindfold you, Noah.
Let you eat both of our pussies, see if you can tell them apart. You don’t come
until I’m satisfied.”

She lived up to that threat, riding Noah until she came. By
the time she was there, Noah’s body had that delicious, all-over straining,
hard-muscled look to it, his face taut. As she climaxed, Lyda hoarsely
commanded Gen to do the same. She was more than ready, her fingers furiously
tugging at her clit, stroking her labia. She was distantly aware of Noah’s
frustrated groan, then his whisper, goading her on. “Love…hearing you
both…come. Fuck…”

By the time she came down, gasping, Lyda was shifting off
Noah. Despite the fact she’d just climaxed, Gen gave his cock a covetous look,
swollen up hard and thick, the head glistening with Lyda’s juices. Once again,
he wasn’t wearing a condom. She wanted the pleasure of riding him bareback,
using the slickness left by Lyda’s body.

But they were at Lyda’s mercy, their desires secondary. Lyda
pulled off her T-shirt, giving them both a view of pale breasts as she draped
it over Noah’s face, teasing his lips through the fabric before folding it back
and tying it around his head.

Their desires might be secondary to hers, but sometimes they
aligned. Pleasure surged through Gen when Lyda shifted her attention back to
her. “Can you ride him without a condom, Gen? He’s safe.”

Gen nodded, moved by the trust they were both showing in
her. But when Gen took Lyda’s place and Lyda straddled his face, planting her
knees above his shoulders, lust took the upper hand.

Gen groaned at the excruciating sensation, pushing Noah’s
engorged shaft into her post-climactic tissues. She worked her way down, her
arousal refueled by the idea she and Lyda were marking him together. He was
totally theirs, every gorgeous inch.

Lyda gripped the headboard, fingers overlapping his. She
brought her pussy down on his mouth, the curves of her ass pressing high
against his chest. She glanced over her shoulder at Gen, her eyes gleaming.

“Put your hands on my waist, Gen, and don’t take them away.
We ride this horse together.”

Gen obeyed, thumbs sliding over the rise of Lyda’s buttocks,
just inside the elastic waistband of her panties. As Lyda began to rotate her
pussy against Noah’s mouth, her body shuddering at whatever incredible thing he
was doing with his lips and tongue, Gen began to rise and fall, taking full
pleasure from every inch of his steel cock. Because she’d recently climaxed,
she took it nice and slow, building her arousal again. It was clear Noah was in
an agonized state of near orgasm. He groaned against Lyda’s pussy, his hips
bucking against Gen. Gen drank in the sight of stomach muscles rippling, biceps
quivering, the beauty of Lyda’s body doing its sinuous dance over his mouth.

“Such a good boy,” Lyda rasped. “Holding out until you’ve
pleasured us.”

Despite his faithful intentions, some things were beyond
even a trained submissive’s control. Gen expected Lyda knew exactly how much
strain that rope could take. Because their Mistress enjoyed punishment too, she
delighted in forcing it to snap. Gen felt it all the way to her womb when Noah
lost the battle, coming with a hoarse, muffled shout, his hips plunging and
pulling back, making Gen spasm right into a spinning climax. Lyda tightened
down on him, coming again, either because she’d been that close or the
situation was just too much for anyone to resist.

When they slowed down at last, and Lyda ordered her to slide
off their “mount”, Gen saw she’d left fingerprints in Lyda’s sides. As they
nestled back into the sheets, this time Lyda was between them. Noah kissed one
side of those fingermarks, Gen the other, and they each took a turn at cleaning
their Mistress’s pussy with their mouths. They worked around one another, Gen
laying kisses on her thighs while Noah tongued her labia. They fell asleep with
Gen’s head on her breast, and Noah’s on her stomach, his arm slung across
Lyda’s thighs, hand curled on Gen’s hip. Lyda murmured to them both, an
incoherent lullaby of words that told them they’d pleased her well.

* * * * *

Gen woke to sunlight streaming through the window. It was
nearly eight o’clock, and she was alone. Despite the warmth of the bed, she
decided she’d rather risk the cool early air of a morning in the mountains than
be without Noah and Lyda. Donning robe and slippers, she made a quick trip to
the bathroom and then headed for the smell of coffee. Thinking of last night,
she wondered if it would ever get old, the endless sensual pleasure the two of
them wove around her.

The erotic sight awaiting her in the kitchen suggested a
giant
no
.

Lyda sat at the kitchen table. She wore nothing but one of
her enticing robes and a wicked pair of four-inch stilettos. She’d dropped one
to the floor and had her supple leg stretched out, her bare foot braced on the
opposite chair. The other foot, still in the shoe, was pressed against Noah’s
genitals. He was beneath the table, arms cuffed to the base, knees bent outward
to touch the floor, an incredibly vulnerable pose, especially with the toe of
the shoe pinning his cock down against his pelvis, the spike heel stabbing into
his nest of testicles.

He was blindfolded, and there was dried semen on his belly,
his chest. She’d obviously made him come at least once this morning. Gen wished
she wasn’t such a deep sleeper, but a ball gag, buckled so the ball depressed
his tongue and the straps cut into the corners of his mouth, suggested it
wouldn’t have made a difference. He wore a real blindfold this morning, the
black eye patches pressed tight against his eyes so not even light would get
through.

“There’s a fresh pot of coffee.” Lyda set aside the local
paper and gave her an all-about-morning-sex appraisal. “Freshen my cup, and
then get on your hands and knees, straddling him.”

Gen moved to do as ordered. When she brought Lyda the cup,
Lyda caught her robe tie. “Lose the robe. I want to see gooseflesh before I
warm you up.”

Gen removed it. “Your knees outside his rib cage,” Lyda
continued. “Elbows pressed into the floor above his head, so your breasts are
in his face. Forehead down.”

As Gen moved to take the prescribed position, Lyda caught
the side of her neck, holding her still for a mind-numbing kiss. Gen kept her
fingers closed at her sides. She was starting to learn too, wasn’t she? To be
trained, like Noah. She could tell what mood held their Mistress right now. A
desire to be totally in control.

“Nice.” Lyda hummed against her lips. “You brushed before
you came to the kitchen. Girls are nice like that.”

Lyda gave her cheek a quick pinch, then put pressure on her
shoulder, sending her in the direction of her will. When the position put
Noah’s mouth in her cleavage, Gen quivered. Even more when their Mistress
slipped her foot back in the other shoe and braced that heel on the round part
of Gen’s ass, applying biting pressure. If his grunt and indrawn breath were
any indication, she’d put the other one back in its harrowing position on
Noah’s testicles.

She’d never stayed in such a state of constant arousal as
she did with these two. It was like their Mistress kept her simmering in her
dreams, and waking opened the furnace doors. Noah’s cock twitched, increasing
the heat.

For the next eternity of minutes, Lyda enjoyed her coffee
and the paper. Gen listened to her turn the pages, make comments about local
happenings that required no answers from her or Noah. Their focus was on how
crazy she was making them. Noah’s breath rasped against Gen’s breasts, and
Gen’s pussy dripped on Noah’s abdomen. She knew because Lyda told her so and
tsked. Gen bit back a cry as Lyda shifted the pointed heel in between her buttocks
to tease her rim, threatening to shove it in there if Gen was going to make
such a mess.

Gen could smell the musk of Noah’s earlier climax, knew her
pussy had marked that area. She wanted to rub herself against it. But they
stayed motionless as possible while hungering for their Mistress and each
other. In her position, Gen knew her breath must be teasing his closed lids
through the fabric of the blindfold.

At length, Lyda set the paper aside again, and scraped back
the chair. “Wash out my cup and start a fresh pot of coffee, Gen. Then release
Noah and both of you join me in the shower. Time to scrub one another clean.”

Gen didn’t think she’d ever handled two tasks so quickly. It
was a miracle she did it without breaking any glassware. Then she knelt by
Noah. She removed the blindfold first. She wanted to see him stare up at her
with his mouth stretched by the gag, hands tied. Helpless to her, in a sense.
The look in his eyes made her nipples get even tighter, and when his gaze
flicked to them, her breath caught. She unbuckled the gag next, guiding it out
of his mouth. Saliva came with it of course, but she didn’t care, pulling a
napkin from the holder on the table to pat his lips, stroke the impressions the
straps had left there. More arousal trickled down her thighs.

“Untie me,” he said, staring up at her with fevered eyes.

“Say please,” she whispered. He bit her finger and made her
smile, even as her chest felt tight.

“Please.”

Releasing the cuffs from the base, she backed out from under
the table. As he emerged, he reached to unwrap the cuffs from his wrists, but
she stopped him. Aware of the weight of his gaze on her bowed head, she did it,
putting the cuffs on the table before she wrapped her hands around his wrists,
rubbing them.

“Gen,” he said. Nothing else, just so much feeling in that
word. In love. She was in love with him. So in love. And not just him.

As if summoned by the thought, the imperious voice echoed
down the hall. “I know my pets are
not
dragging their asses. There’s
probably only twenty freaking minutes of hot water in this hillbilly
backwoods.”

Noah’s eyes sparkled at her. Joining hands, they hurried for
the bathroom.

Lyda was putting shower products in the stall. Noah glanced
at Gen. In the grip of a shared arousal, it was as if they were of one mind. He
sank to his knees at Lyda’s right knee, Gen at her left. Noah put his mouth on
her thigh, one hand clasping the back of Lyda’s knee. Gen rubbed her cheek
against her other thigh, wanting to go higher, so Noah took the lead, guiding
her. He nibbled Lyda’s right buttock, ran his tongue along the crease between
it and her thigh. Lyda leaned over to test the water, adjusting her stance so
Noah could place his mouth between her thighs. Encouraged by Lyda’s hand on her
head, the shift of her body sideways, Gen slid forward to close her mouth over
Lyda’s clit in front while Noah’s mouth teased her labia and perineum, her rim,
from behind.