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September 27–28, 2016: Karen Allen’s Cheesy Camden Caper
On September 27, 2016, Jessie Cave (29) had found herself at a swanky London gala, surrounded by glittering chandeliers and local rich folk sipping overpriced wine. She’d been sipping her own glass, half-bored, when she spotted Karen Allen (64) across the room—those iconic cheekbones and that warm, scrappy charm from
Raiders of the Lost Ark
. Karen had been in town for a con, now hobnobbing with the elite, her laugh cutting through the hum. Jessie sidled up, grinning. “You’re Karen Allen, right? Loved you in everything!” Karen turned, her eyes twinkling. “And you’re Jessie Cave—Potter’s wild child! I’ve heard whispers about you.” Jessie laughed, “Good ones, I hope. Me and my girlfriend, Anna, would love to hang out tomorrow if you’re free.” Karen’s grin widened. “I’m in—count me on!” she said, and the night was set.
The next evening, September 28, the Camden flat pulsed with its usual unruly warmth. Jessie and Anna flung open the door, stark nude and beaming, as Karen strolled up—jeans and a blouse, fresh from the gala glow. “Well, hello!” she chuckled, stepping inside. They didn’t dawdle—Jessie unbuttoned her blouse, Anna tugged down her jeans, and in a flurry of giggles, they stripped her bare, hands brushing her hips and shoulders in their classic once-over. Karen stood there, wiry and radiant, giggling, “You two don’t waste time!” Her skin felt warm and lived-in under their palms, and she leaned into it, happy and game. They led her to the couch, plopping her between them, cushions sinking under her weight as she settled in with a playful, “This is cozy!”
Anna grabbed the remote and queued up Animal House —the 1978 classic where Karen had shone, all sass and no fuss. The credits rolled and the touching kicked off. Jessie went high, kissing Karen’s collarbone, her lips lingering on the curve, then kneading her chest and breasts, cooing, “Still got that fire!” Anna took the middle, tracing Karen’s belly with her fingertips, kissing the soft give, then sliding lower to stroke her thighs and calves, humming at the muscle. Karen didn’t just sit there—she gave back, her hands roaming Jessie’s back, then Anna’s chest, her touch bold and eager. The movie chugged along, and Jessie upped the ante—motorboating Karen’s breasts with a gleeful hum, her face buried in the warmth. Karen laughed, “Oh, you!” and retaliated, motorboating Anna’s chest with a cheeky grin. Anna gasped, brushing her hand through Karen’s pubes in a teasing swipe, and Karen fired back, squeezing Jessie’s thighs and kissing Anna’s neck, a free-for-all of skin and laughter.
Animal House faded to background noise as they tangled. Jessie kissed Karen’s back, her hands sliding to her calves, while Anna pecked her belly, sneaking a navel lick that made Karen squirm, “Ticklish!” Karen’s hands danced—Jessie’s boobs, Anna’s thighs—her giggles punctuating every move. “You’re relentless,” she said, and Jessie smirked, “You’re thriving!” After an hour, Jessie murmured, “Christening time,” her voice thick with mischief. She latched onto Karen’s left breast, suckling deep, her tongue flicking as Karen sighed, “Oh, yes.” Anna took the right, her lips firm and steady, pulling a happy moan from Karen. “You girls are something,” she breathed, and returned it—suckling Jessie’s right breast with a bold tug, then Anna’s left, her lips eager and sure. “Natural talents,” she panted, and Anna grinned, “You’re a quick study.” They collapsed into giggles, hands still wandering—Jessie on Karen’s thighs, Anna on her back, Karen clutching their shoulders.
Food play hit next, all cheese-based glory. Jessie grabbed a tub of melted cheddar—gooey and warm—and slathered it across Karen’s belly, diving in to lick it off, humming, “Tastes better on you!” Karen retaliated, smearing a glob on Jessie’s chest, sucking it clean as Jessie yelped, “Hot!” Anna joined in, dabbing cheese on her own thighs and giggling as Karen lapped it up, then slathered some on Karen’s collarbone, kissing it away with a slow sweep. The mess spiraled—cheese on chests, wrists, bellies, even a rogue smear on Anna’s cheek that Jessie licked off with a cackle. Karen flung a spoonful at Jessie’s abs, chasing it with her lips, and the flat rang with their shrieks, a sticky, cheesy riot. “Take that!” Karen laughed, dolloping Anna’s boobs, and the trio dissolved into gooey chaos, cheese dripping onto the cushions.
They stumbled to the bath, a steamy trio of suds and giggles. Jessie soaped Karen’s back, her hands slipping low to squeeze her hips, while Anna scrubbed Jessie’s shoulders, sneaking kisses along her neck. Karen turned, running her palms over Anna’s chest, then Jessie’s belly, grinning as water cascaded over them. “You girls are so handsome,” she said, toweling off, “I could easily have a three-way!” Jessie and Anna lit up—“Oh, hell yes!”—and scooped her up, Jessie taking her arms, Anna her legs, bridal-carrying her to the bedroom with a chorus of laughs. The door shut, and the scene faded to black, the flat holding their secrets tight.
Morning light crept in, and they sprawled bare around the kitchen table, tea steaming and pancakes stacked. Karen stretched, smirking. “You two took care of me—skills for days!” Breakfast turned playful—Anna swiped syrup on Karen’s nipples, slurping it off with a wink, while Jessie dabbed it on Karen’s belly, licking it clean as Karen squirmed. Karen fought back, smearing syrup on Jessie’s chest and sucking it off, then dotting Anna’s thighs for a quick taste. “You’re insatiable,” she laughed, and Jessie grinned, “You’re keeping up!” They rinsed off, water splashing as hands grazed—Jessie kissing Karen’s shoulder, Anna tracing her calves—and migrated to the couch.
The morning stretched lazy and tactile. Jessie massaged Karen’s back, her hands kneading the knots, while Anna kissed her collarbone, her fingers stroking her thighs. Karen sighed, “This is heaven,” her hands wandering—Jessie’s belly, Anna’s chest—trading soft touches and giggles. Jessie pecked her calves, Anna her belly, and Karen motorboated Jessie again, sparking a round of cackles. They sprawled there, a tangle of limbs and warmth, until noon rolled around. Karen stretched, happy and loose. “You’re legends,” she said, grabbing her clothes. She pulled them into a tight, nude hug—warm, firm, her wiry frame buzzing against their chaos—then slung her bag over her shoulder and strutted out, tossing back, “Tell the con crowd I’m sold!” Jessie and Anna watched her go, grinning, the flat still humming with her Indy echo.