Not quite.

Naomi stood to the side of the door, leaving it open just a crack. It felt strange, looking around the murky alley while at the same time hearing Cal's uninhibited groans of enjoyment from the building behind her. Leaning down she removed her new one-handed warhammer from the satchel beside her. Not bad workmanship, she had to give it to the elderly perv - good grief, she didn't know her Calli could scream like that - but certainly less of a work of art than her old one, with a much more functional and less elegant design. She sighed and slid it into the loop on her belt, straightening up and standing to attention.

Wondering how long her vigil might last she took a quick look inside. Cal, head thrown back with the pleasure, had wrapped her strong legs around the elf's delicate shoulders, and was aggressively grinding her hips against the stranger's face, while pushing her head even deeper with both hands. The kneeling elf didn't seem to mind the rough treatment much, seeing as she was still furiously rubbing her clitoris with one hand and Cal's with the other. Impossible to say how long they'd be at it, they seemed to have the passion and the stamina to go on for weeks... Strangely, the paladin became nostalgic for her academy days; during the Seventh Trial a cadet had to remain standing guard for a random amount of time, from seconds to hours, not knowing when a mock ambush would occur. And much like her academy days, everyone seemed to be having sex except her.

Turning back, now with the beginnings of a blush colouring her freckled face, Naomi pretended to scan the alleyways around her for danger. To be a truly effective guard one must use all of one's senses to observe the world, but the paladin was straining her ears just to hear every grunt, every sultry moan, and found it impossible to shift her ears' attention anywhere else. Time passed as Naomi created the illusion of a perfect guard, while in reality listening only to her friend's pleasure, seeing only the visions in her mind's eye of what must be happening inside.

Hearing shuffling in the room behind her, Naomi risked another peek. The slender intellectual-looking elf had stood up and was removing her thick alchemist's apron and work clothes in as erotic a way as she could manage. Despite the basic design of the clothes, Naomi had to admit that the elf looked surprisingly good, sinuously swaying her hips to an imagined rhythm and slowly revealing more and more creamy smooth skin. Cal certainly seemed to like what she saw, lying there with huge unblinking gold eyes, drinking in the sight and biting her golden lip hard. The blonde elf dropped down and gave Cal a warm kiss, before guiding her up and into a new position. Now the blonde was lying on her back, and Cal was sitting up, their legs entwined so as to press their pussies together, a technique that their humble guardswoman was entirely unfamiliar with. The two started rubbing their hips faster and faster, not breaking eye contact and moaning constantly. Naomi wondered - had Cal done this before? Did she know a lot about this sort of thing? Naomi had never thought about other women in that way, but watching this was making her more and more curious. How would that even feel...? Perhaps Cal could teach her - not in an inappropriate way! She just had questions about all this, and now she really, really, really wanted to have those questions answered.

At this point Lady Naomi had completely forgotten about her "guard duty" and was simply standing in the doorway being a voyeur. She was blind to everything except the spectacle of the typically emotionless monk tightly clutching one of her partner's slim elven legs against her chest, tongue lovingly licking the sweat off the elf's pale skin. She was deaf to everything except the elf's cries of passion and Cal's grunts of focus as she powerfully ground her hips, chasing an orgasm. When the climax arrived it was somewhat subdued, both women frozen yet twitching, letting out synchronised long satisfied gasps. Immediately afterwards, the elf's small hands reached up and pulled her lover's divine face down hers to share a long, passionate kiss.

It was the kissing that affected Naomi the most. There was so much warmth, tenderness, and softness in the kisses shared by the two women, nothing like what men had ever given her. And she had known, objectively, that her old friend was attractive, but watching her kiss this stranger like they were on their honeymoon made her think about a side of her Calli she had never considered. What would those golden lips taste like...? Unbidden she imagined herself taking the place of the elf and had to sink to the floor, heart hammering in her chest, fingers playing with the edge of her skirt.

The time flew by...