Title: Tales from an Unknown Corner Chapters: 17-18 (of 20) Author: Dai_wakizashi Universe: Tfauc Summary: Journey of a troubled young man looking for a path and people around him, who, at times, give shape to his journey. Codes: MF, FF, MFF, oral, anal, toys, petting, romance, drama Status: in progress Revision: 2.0 Web Sites: ASSTR- /~dai_wakizashi/ SOL- http://storiesonline.net/home.php EWP- http://www.ewpub.org/ewpub.html Discussion Forum: http://www.ewpub.org/messageboard/viewforum.php?f=76 ***************************************************************** TALES FROM AN UNKNOWN CORNER [Tfauc] CHAPTER - 17: The Trip Continues The water in the tub was warm and soothing. Apparently my hands were also soothing, prompting Sarah to say, "You have magical hands, Mitch. Do you mind if I ask you something?" "Depends on the question, Sarah." "You haven't been with many women, have you?" "I think you know the answer to that question, Sarah. Why do you ask?" "You're very good. How come?" "Umm... I don't think I'm that good, Sarah. I just enjoy giving pleasure, because it's part of the pleasure I take from my partner." "Oh, no, Mitch. You're good. I don't mean you are world's best lover, but you know what you're doing. I'm curious where or how did you learn... since you haven't been around... like that thing you've done a while ago, with your fingers..." "Oh, that... Heh. Would you believe if I said I read about it?" "Really? Where?" "In one of those men's magazines. They don't contain only pictures of naked girls, but have some interesting articles. Like all men, I enjoy sex, and I've always been curious once I discovered what sex is. I think I must have read a lot. When you are shy and curious you do what you can to satisfy your curiosity. I guess it helped." "I'd say... I never came that strong in my life. I think you found my G-spot." "I guess. I don't remember all the names and such, except the common knowledge things. When I had read about it, I had labeled it as the ON switch." "Very funny, Mitch," she retorted, indignantly. "I'm not trying to be funny, but you have to admit, it acts like that." Laughing, she said, "Yeah, I guess you have a point there." "Oh, I don't have a point, but you have a spot," I retorted. "Don't start again, Mitch. I'll make you regret it, even if it means Kathy will skin me alive," she warned, with a soft laugh. "Not before I make you pee," I challenged. "You probably could, but as I said. I'll make you regret it. I know a great deal about male anatomy. Tonight is for fun, not for challenges." "OK. Let's talk about something interesting." "Like what?" "I think you'll like this, since you said you were a horny little thing and like to fantasize. Tell me fantasies you have, or the kinky things you like to do." When she heard that, she twisted slightly to turn and look at me, her eyes glittering with... I didn't know what, but she seemed amused. Then, she leaned to the side of the tub, to face me comfortably. However, she immediately recoiled from the cold feel of the tub. I put my arm around her, and nudged her to lean against my arm to my side. She rearranged herself on my lap, and settled against my arm and chest, in a half sideways sitting position. "You're bad, Mitch. A real bad boy," she said, with a fake rebuking tone. "You'll experience one or two tonight, so I'd rather not talk about it. We already did the big one." "Yeah, we did, didn't we? God, I never expected that. OK, so that covers the fantasies. What about kinks? You don't have any?" She laughed. "Getting impatient?" Her eyes kept its gaze on my face, amused, teasing. "I can wait. I'm just curious. In many ways you're a wild girl, Sarah. I'm pretty sure you have a wild imagination. Perhaps, I'm thinking you're a wild girl, because you've changed so much from that shy girl." "You're not bad yourself, Mitch. You were the one who started the whole tampon scene, not me, although it was one of my fantasies." "Oh, I'm plain vanilla type guy. It was just a spur of the moment thing." "If that was a spur of the moment thing, then you have real potential. It takes one to know one," she came back, making me laugh. Her eyes got distant, and she was quiet for a while making me wonder what she was thinking. "A penny for your thoughts," I prompted her. "Make it a dollar, and you've got it," she retorted, making me chuckle. "Done! So, what's on your mind, Sarah?" "I was wondering when I'll find a skilled partner like you again." Then she looked up, and I could see the lust in her eyes. With a smile, she said, "I wish I knew your girl friend." "Why do you say that?" I was surprised with her comment and curious. "I don't know. You asked about fantasies and kinks. I've done some things, but have never been in a relationship where I shared a guy with another woman. If I knew her and felt she wouldn't mind, I would probably gather my courage to ask to borrow you, now and then." "Mmmm... That's most men's fantasy; to have several beautiful girls at his beck and call. I didn't think girls would be interested in such a thing." "Oh, that's because women are competitive when it comes to their men. Unless they're very secure, and have similar fantasies. And if they were scared of sharing, such a relationship wouldn't work." "I guess. I'm curious, Sarah. Would you do something with a woman or is it just sharing the guy with another woman?" "You have a very dirty mind, Mitch," she replied with an admonishing tone. Her mind was busy, and after a short pause she added, "It's just sharing the guy, although... I have thought about women... but never did anything about it. I don't know. I never felt like experimenting with a woman." "Well, I have to admit, there's something very erotic and appealing about seeing two women together." My dick throbbed at the image of Sarah with another woman, locked in a hot 69. Of course she felt it and started to laugh. "You're kinky, Mitch. I can feel how your dick throbs at the thought of me with another woman. Who's the other woman?" "I don't know. It's kinda blurry image of you and some unknown woman locked in a hot 69." Her eyes got a bit glassy, as if she was trying to look at herself in that imaginary scene. Her eyes focused back on my face, and I could see she was heated up. The idea didn't turn her off. "So, what was happening in your imaginary scene?" I asked, with a grin. "I rather not say," she replied, with a lecherous grin. "Wow. If you're getting bashful with a little bit of an imaginary scene, it must be really something. Now, I'm curious," I teased. "Oh, the scene was hot, but I'm not getting bashful about it. I'll tell you, later. Then, you'll understand." "OK. Shall we retire to the bed? We're going to turn into prunes." "Yes, the bed will be more comfortable." While I collected the glasses and the wine bottle, and returned them to the kitchen, Sarah went to the bedroom. Thinking about how thirsty she got after sex, I took two big bottles of water from the fridge, and put them on the tray with two glasses, taking the tray to her bedroom. She had the comforter neatly folded and placed on the chair and was picking up a large towel from her wardrobe. When she saw the tray, she smiled. "Thank you, Mitch. Can you fold the blanket and the sheet and put them at the foot of the bed? The room is warm. I'll turn the heat down later." I set the tray on the night stand, and gathered the blanket and the sheets, stacking them at the foot of the bed. She unfolded the big towel until it was double folded and put it in the middle of the bed, while explaining, "I don't want to sleep in a wet spot, and the way I juice up, it's almost impossible not to have a big wet spot." She took out a few small towels and stacked them next to the tray on the night stand. The biggest surprise was, when she opened the drawer, and took out two plastic, cylindrical objects--vibrators. One was fatter than the other. Turning them on, she tested the batteries, then placed the fat one back into the drawer, leaving the slim one out. Then, she took out a tube of lubricant. I was wondering what she was planning, seeing the items. When she saw me watching her, she quipped with a teasing smile, "Want me to try this on you?" "No, thank you very much! What are you planning?" "Patience, my dear. You'll see." Moving to the middle of the bed, she arranged herself on her back, knees up, legs spread, and invited me between them. As I moved into position she took hold of my cock, and guided me in, without waiting for foreplay. I guess she was ready. When I was seated deeply in her, supporting myself over her body on my arms, she said, "Try to make it last as long as possible. I'm going to use the vibrator on my clit. I want to come a few times, with you inside me. I don't know if I'll ever get you in my bed again, and I want to make the most of it. Do you mind that I'm being so greedy?" "Sarah, you're not greedy, just hungry," I replied earnestly. "I told you I enjoy pleasuring my partners. I want you to take your pleasure anyway you want. I love watching you come. You look so beautiful..." She smiled, and pulled me for a kiss. After releasing me, she reached for the vibrator and took it. She started by running it around her tits and nipples, before moving it down to the top of her pussy. In the meantime, I started to thrust into her at a slow pace using long and deliberate strokes. It didn't take her long to reach her first orgasm. One moment she was panting and gasping, the next squealing her pleasure. I enjoyed watching her lose control, and a few minutes later her second orgasm crashed. Her snug pussy was getting tighter with the involuntary muscle spasms, helped along by the sharpness of her orgasms, and I luxuriated in the sensations imparted by her slick channel and the milking actions of her pussy. During the next half hour she had several small orgasms one after another, and I was amazed at her stamina, and how she managed to keep up. It was quite a turn on and I was getting there, now that her pussy was so active. Not only that, but because she was juicing up so much, her smell was all around us, making me dizzy. I noticed she was keeping the vibrator less and less around her clitoris. As she started to get closer to another orgasm, I realized I was very close to my own impending explosion. I slowed down my strokes and she opened her eyes, questioning. "I'm getting there, Sarah." Shutting the vibrator, she put it aside, and pulled me for a kiss. "Can we change position?" she asked. "I want to try doggy." I pulled out of her, sitting on my heels, waiting for her to get into position. Before she moved onto her hands and knees, she licked her juices from my cock, and gave a few soft sucks. Turning around, she reached, and took the lubricant. "When I'm in position, use this on my backside, then lubricate the vibrator, and work it in there." Sarah was full of surprises. I never had a girl who was into anal play, although I've read about it. Getting into position, she raised her ass, spreading her legs, then lowered her upper body and chest to the bed, resting her head on her crossed arms. The view was great. She had a perfectly shaped ass, with her brown hole and dripping pussy in wanton display of feminine beauty. I must have been lost in the view, because, she asked, "Something wrong?" "Oh, no! Enjoying the view. Very much so." She smiled and said, "Good. You'll enjoy what's coming next much better. I love to be fucked, while getting my ass plugged with a vibrator. It's one of my kinks." "Mmmm. Sounds good. I'm sure it will feel great as well." I took the vibrator and lubed it, and was going to start lubricating her brown hole, but seeing it winking there, looking so clean, I decided to get adventurous. Putting the lubricant aside, I leaned and licked her pussy from her clitoris to the perineum, making her gasp. Spending few minutes enjoying her pussy, I moved to work on her perineum. She must have enjoyed it, because she was giving short sharp screams and moans. Getting hold of her cheeks, I spread them further, taking a good look at her little hole. It was crinkly with very little hair around, light brown in color, and looked very tight. It was pulsing in anticipation. I blew air over the center of it, and she gasped with the light, teasing stimulation. "Oh, God! Mitch," she moaned. I was surprised how responsive she was, so I started to lick her around her hole, teasing her further, while blowing gently over the center, eliciting more moans and gasps of pleasure. When I finally centered my tongue on her hole, she shrieked, pushing her ass back, looking for more stimulation. There wasn't really any taste, just the taste and smell of her pussy juices that had leaked and collected around her ass, when she had been on her back. Curious, I tried to push my tongue, and succeeded to penetrate her a bit, getting it nipped by her tight ring. It felt hot and tight inside her ring, and I wondered how it would be like to have my cock there, the thought making my cock throb. She seemed to enjoy anal play, but I didn't know if she liked a cock there. The vibrator she had was much slimmer than my cock, although I wasn't large by any means (a healthy seven inches of average thickness), but compared to the slim vibrator I was larger. As she felt my tongue wiggling in her hole, she started to push back more, while giving little yelps of pleasure, her body trembling and shivering with the stimulation. "Gimme... Ughh... so good...tongue fuck me... give it to me..." As she started a litany of obscenities, and got more verbal, broken by her moans and shrieks, I picked up the vibrator, and slowly pushed it inside her pussy, making her scream. When I turned it on and pumped it in and out of her pussy, and kept tonguing her tight little hole, she went crazy. I saw her upper body come off the bed, her head thrown back. A second later, she screamed her pleasure without holding back. Her little ring snapped on my tongue, for a short moment, before it went through flutters, gripping and releasing its hold on my tongue. My hands and fingers got wet from the juices leaking from her pussy, as the vibrator churned it into a frenzy. When her scream faded into a long moan, I slowed down my strokes into her pussy, while my tongue kept wiggling in her asshole, drawing her pleasure out. With a long sigh, she let her upper body fall onto the bed, suddenly overcome with the strain of her orgasm. I eased my attentions, and pulled the vibrator out, eliciting a sharp gasp, but kept caressing around her pussy, while licking and kissing her on her ass cheeks with occasional kisses and licks around her hole, to bring her down slowly. After a while, she stretched her legs, and rolled onto her back, asking me to lie down next to her. When she could manage, she smiled. "God, Mitch. You drove me crazy. That last one was too strong. I need to catch my breath before we do anything more." I kissed her and gathered her in my arms, and she moved over my chest, cuddling with me, breathing still hard, as she rested. I could feel her heart beat strong and fast, hinting how strong her orgasm must have been. After a while, she was feeling better, so I sat up, and pulled her to my lap. She reached for a glass and a bottle of water, but she was feeling pretty weak, so I helped her with a glass of water. Once she satiated her thirst, she was perky. "I loved what you did, Mitch, but you messed up my plans. I'm not complaining, mind you. You took me by surprise and I really loved it. Not many men would do that. I want to pleasure you but I need a break." "Oh, I enjoyed myself, Sarah. It was a real turn on to see you go crazy. I almost came just because it was so exciting. We still have the rest of the night and the better part of the morning. I can wait." "Oh, no. We will not wait. Not too long, unless you're tired." "I'm fine, but I'm worried about you. You need a break." "Yeah, I do, but not before you fuck me to pieces. Then we can sleep and rest. I wanted to have another one of my kinks done, but that has to wait. I don't think I'll be able to handle it now." "What were you planning?" I asked, curious. "I wanted to get my ass ready for a leisurely ass fuck. I wanted you to fuck me and come in my pussy, while working the vibrator in my ass. I enjoy an occasional ass fuck. It's something I rarely get to do, and even then usually with my vibrator, so I'm pretty tight back there. I wanted you to come, so that you could last longer there. I don't know why, but I come more intensely during anal play, however, I don't think I'll be able to handle it now." "I think we should postpone that till later. I don't think I'll last too long, even though I came a few times." "But I still want you to fuck me. Let me take the edge off, and we'll do that." So, she pressed on the root of my dick, while giving a slight but not painful squeeze to my balls. Getting on all fours, she shook her ass in invitation. "Lubricate me and use the vibrator, then fuck me. Don't worry about holding back, because I'm still hot." It took me a few minutes to get her little hole lubricated and then plugged with the vibrator. Once it was in place, I slid my cock into her pussy, which was tighter than before, due to the vibrator in the next channel. As I bottomed in her pussy, I turned on the vibrator. Even with the lowest setting, I could feel the vibrations on my cock, and they were strong enough to get Sarah moaning in pleasure again. The next twenty minutes were exquisite pleasure, as I stroked into her pussy, which was very tight and already starting its erratic palpitations. What's more, the vibrations worked into her pussy and added to the sensations my cock was being subjected to. As I got closer to releasing the pressure that was building up, I rotated and stroked the vibrator into her ass. Sarah responded with shakes and trembles at the extra stimulation, and she was getting more and more vocal, yelping, and shouting, urging me to fuck her faster. When my balls contracted, getting ready to pump their contents, I pulled back--almost out of her pussy--and gave a brutal thrust, making her scream, as I repeated the same with the vibrator. That pushed her over the brink, and she came with a loud scream. As she kept crying out her pleasure, and wailing, her body was going through contortions, and it looked like the trembles and shakes would almost tear her to pieces. Her orgasm was that strong. Of course, her pussy was also very active, going through its muscle spasms, gripping me strongly and then releasing me, urging my balls to give up the boiling cum with their insistent milking action. The sensation quickly overwhelmed me. With a groan I came, with hard and strong spurts. Even though I had come a few times, and thought I didn't have much to give, I must have had some more left in me, and I pumped out what little was left in my balls very quickly. Although I didn't have much, my cock kept throbbing, trying to pump non-existent fluids, while my balls went through their muscle spasms, helped along by the vibrations spilling over from her other channel. It was a short but a very strong orgasm, making me grit my teeth with pleasure. Long after my throbs ceased, Sarah was still going on strong. She seemed to have difficulty catching her breath, and it took me a while to realize that the vibrator in her ass was still on, and prolonging her pleasure. Lost in my own pleasure, I had forgotten about it. I was almost tempted to keep it running, and pump it in and out of her hole, to keep pleasuring her; it was such a turn on to see her completely lost in her pleasure. However, I took pity and turned off the vibrator. Then slowly, with short in and out strokes, I started to pull it out, watching her little hole work at the plastic shaft, grabbing and releasing its hold on it. She seemed to enjoy what I was doing, and despite her trembling, she responded by pushing her ass back to get more of the stimulation. Without the vibrations, she wasn't getting overwhelmed, so I kept working the vibrator in and out, until her orgasm ran its full course, and tapered down. When she grew quiet, I noticed her little ring wasn't as active as it had been. Gently, I pulled the vibrator out. It came out with a suction sound, making my cock throb with the anticipation of how it would feel inside that little hole. But, I was beat up, and in need of a long break and rest. My balls needed to recuperate, as well. They were feeling a bit tight, almost sore from the workout. Wrapping an arm around her belly, I nudged Sarah, so that she could stretch her legs, but she was still feeling the after effects of her orgasm, so I had to wait a while until she collected herself. "Sarah, honey. Stretch your legs, so we can cuddle and rest." She moaned her agreement, and with my help stretched her legs, letting me lower her to the bed, without breaking our connection. Even though I had come very hard, I was semi-erect, and I wanted to stay inside her. Once I was on top of her, I rolled us to our sides, and spooned behind her, caressing her body, getting appreciative sighs for my efforts. When my hand was caressing her tits, she took hold of it, and bringing it to her lips, she kissed it softly, before letting me continue caressing her. She was still lethargic, unable to speak. While I kept on running my hand over her body, she fell asleep. The lethargy of fulfilling sex had me in its grip, too, so cupping her tit, I closed my eyes. * * * * * I came awake, a bit groggy, having dozed off for a short while. My internal clock was telling me it hadn't been more than half an hour. When my senses came fully awake, I realized I woke up to the damp coldness of the towel on the bed, even though the room was still warm. I remembered neither of us had put the heat down. Sarah was still asleep and we were uncoupled, my cock resting against my thigh. I didn't want to wake up Sarah, but I decided to clean us. Carefully, I got off the bed, and took one of the small towels and went to the bathroom. After washing and cleaning myself in the shower quickly, I dried myself. I didn't have my toothbrush with me, so I had to improvise using my finger and toothpaste, performing my dental hygiene. She had some mouth wash, which I used to complete my ablutions. With the hot water running, I prepared a hot towel for Sarah, using the small hand towel I brought in. Back in the bedroom, I gently rolled Sarah on her back. Although I took care not to wake her up, she came awake when she came in contact with the wet and cold spot on the big towel. She was still half asleep and groggy, so I helped her move to a dry spot, and using the hot towel, I cleaned the insides of her thighs and her pussy, before drying her with another small towel. Lifting her ass by hooking my arm under her knees, I pulled the big towel from under her. I collected the dirty towels and dropped them in the laundry basket in the bathroom. In the living room, I located the controls for the thermostat, and set them down to a comfortable but cooler 18 C. When I got back to her bedroom, I found her sitting up, and awake, drinking water from a glass. Her eyes were still sleepy, though. When she saw me, she perked up visibly, and with a grateful but amused smile she asked, "Do you always pamper your lovers?" "Sarah, love, this is not pampering. I woke up to the wet spot on the towel and thought I should make us both comfortable. Waking you up wasn't in the plan though," I replied, as I got in the bed, and sat next to her. She moved in to cuddle, entwining her legs with mine, and putting her head on my shoulder. Kissing me on my neck, she said, "You're a dear, Mitch. I was so tired... I barely managed to sit up." "How are you feeling?" "Great, but I'm worn out. I'm still hungry for more, but I need to get some rest." "God, Sarah. Are you really horny?" "Just wanted to see your reaction. I'm not horny anymore," she replied, with a mischievous twinkle in her eyes. "You're wicked." "No, I'm not. Greedy maybe, but that has to wait. Ready to sleep?" "Yeah. I set the thermostat to 18 C, is that all right?" She nodded, before adding, "But we'll need the blanket. It will get cold." She reached over and put her glass on the tray, then slid down the bed to pick up the sheets and the blanket. Turning to me, she asked, "There's a night lamp in the drawer. Can you put it into the wall socket?" Putting the night light on, I got into the bed. My feet came into contact with the vibrator we had forgotten about, so I picked it up, and put it on the towels on the night stand, and turned off the light. After we shared a kiss, she asked me to lay on my back. Then, she molded herself to the side of my body; one arm over my chest, and a leg thrown over mine, between my legs, resting her head on my shoulder, letting me cuddle her in a comfortable half embrace. As she caressed my chest with her hand in a lazy manner, I stroked her body. We both fell asleep. * * * * * CHAPTER - 18: Two Sisters When I woke up the next morning, I felt rested. It was sometime around early to mid morning, and I was on my side, with Sarah spooning behind me, her soft breath warming my back. She was sound asleep. As usual, after all the drinks last night, I needed a pit stop. That was going to be a problem, because I was sporting a morning woody, which surprised me after all the activity of last night. I had had a good night's sleep and was fully awake, feeling very much relaxed, and wanted to start the day. Because of the early hours I woke up on the rig-site, it took me a few days before my body adapted to the vacation mode. I must have been tired from all the activity and the alcohol I had consumed to sleep this late. I decided to get up, put on some coffee, and prepare something light to eat. I was in a domestic mood, wanting to pamper Sarah. I took the tray with the glasses and the bottles of water, and headed to the kitchen. Passing the living room, I turned up the thermostat to warm the flat. In the kitchen I put the bottles of water in the fridge and set the coffee maker on. While the coffee was perking, I did my morning ablutions, with a quick shower in the bathroom. A half hour later I was back in the kitchen with a towel wrapped around me. The flat was still a bit cold, but warming up fast. Rummaging in the fridge, I checked what Sarah had that I could use to prepare something light. She had some fruit, which I could use to prepare a fruit salad, but I was looking for something salty, like cheese. Finally, tucked in a corner I located feta cheese, and... surprise, surprise... a box of olives; not the green cocktail olives, but black olives. _Black olives. A girl after my heart. She's a true child of the Mediterranean._ Taking stock of my finds I decided to prepare a fruit salad using apples, mandarins, oranges, and of all things, bergamot (another surprising find, which confirmed my suspicions that she was really a child of the Mediterranean). Because bergamot was a bitter fruit (almost like grapefruit, with a great aroma), I decided to use a few slices of it to give flavor and aroma to the whole concoction. I cut off a small chunk and peeled it. I also cleaned a few apples, oranges and mandarins, chopped everything into small pieces and mixed the whole lot in a big bowl. It was quite bitter so, to sweeten the mix, I sliced two bananas, put a dollop of honey on them, and mixed them in. I liked the taste, sweet and sour with a bitter bite that lingered, and juicy at the same time. I wondered whether Sarah's taste buds would agree with mine, because it was a unique and unorthodox mixture. _Well, she can put the bergamot pieces aside. The rest still tastes great._ Getting myself a cup of coffee, I started on the toast. When it was ready, I buttered the slices, distributed them between two plates, and added cheese and olives on the side. Getting two small bowls from the cupboard, I filled them with the fruit salad. The last item was cups of coffee. Putting everything on a tray, I took it to her bedroom. When I placed the tray on the nightstand, she was awakening. Leaning over, I kissed her to wake her up. She stretched, then ran her hand through her hair and grimaced. Her hair was tousled, well, more than tousled, but she looked beautiful. I never understood the female obsession with how they looked in the morning. Maybe some of them had cause for concern, but Sarah definitely didn't belong in that group. Sure, she looked sleepy, her hair was messed up, but she also had a rested, relaxed look, with a beautiful glow to her skin. When she sat up, I said, "Good morning, beautiful. Breakfast is served." "Beautiful? I must look like a scarecrow, Mitch. Get your eyes checked." "Ahh! Already fishing for compliments, I see." That quip got a smile, and woke her up completely. "Coffee?" "Mmm hmm." After a few sips of her coffee she said, "A good morning to you too. What a way to wake up." "Part of the service, Ma'am," I retorted, with a grin. "I'm not going to ask what service that is," she replied, flashing me an amused smile. "What's on the menu?" "A fruit salad, and toast with cheese and olives." "Sounds good." After she finished her cup, she took her fruit salad. Giving it a sniff, she gave me a look, questioning. "You'll not be poisoned. I can guarantee that," I said, digging into my own bowl of fruit salad. She took a spoonful, doing a taste test, and finding it satisfactory, she started to eat. When she was finished, she asked, "Did you use the bergamot?" "A small chunk. Why?" "I thought I tasted it. Interesting choice. I liked what you did with it. I hope there's enough bergamot left." "You were going to use it for something else?" "No, it was for your sister. She's going to make orange jam, but she needs the bergamot to give it a bite. Makes it taste less sweet. Last year she gave me a jar of it, and it was delicious, so I thought I would get her the bergamot and get another jar of her orange jam." "Oh, I didn't know she did that. That's Mom's recipe. She knows I don't eat jam, because it's too sweet for my taste, even though she uses very little sugar. When she discovered the bergamot, she came up with that recipe, and it was great. I think the only sweet thing I can eat at breakfast is honey." "Me, too. I can eat honey, but not any of the jams, especially from the supermarkets. Too sweet and not enough fruit. Maybe I should take the bergamot to your mom," she replied with a smile. "Sure, if you have a death wish." "Your mom still teases Kathy about her cooking?" I nodded. "They're on each other's case whenever one of them comes up with something new." "Kathy is a very good cook." "That maybe so, but she learned it all from Mom." "You're prejudiced." "I won't deny that. But then, I'm a better cook than Kathy." "I remember. You used to spend hours in the kitchen with your mom. I always thought how strange to see you there, instead of Kathy. What got you interested in cooking?" "Self preservation," I quipped, making her laugh. "Come on, be serious," she responded, when she caught her breath. "I liked Mom's cooking, and I didn't want to rely on a second hand imitation of her cooking from somebody less skilled. So, I decided to learn. It's a pretty relaxing activity; as long as you don't have to do it every day." "Yeah. If you have to cook every day, it turns into a chore." While we were chatting, she was finishing her toast with the cheese and olives. Seeing me watch her eat, she raised an eyebrow. "I'm curious. You seem to like olives, for breakfast. I don't know any people that do that." "I like them, but mostly in a salad. Same with the feta. I don't mind them for breakfast. Next time, try a bit of oregano on feta, it tastes much better. You know, my grandpa is from the islands. He uses oregano, olive oil and lemon twist on the olives. I guess I got used to olives and feta from him, when I was very young." "I'll keep that in mind. So, you're a child of the Mediterranean." She laughed. "Kind of. I wasn't even born along the coast. But it's in the blood." "Hmmm... Talking about blood... Is that why you're so hot blooded?" "Maybe," she replied, letting out another soft laughter. "No, not really. It depends on the person and how much they turn me on. With you there was pent up lust and hunger as well. I've never been like that before." She ran her hand through her hair, and then her nostrils flared as if she got a whiff of something. She bent her head sniffing, trying to find if she smelled, then grimaced. "God, I look like a scarecrow, and I smell like a brothel. I need a shower." "Sarah, you look beautiful, and you smell like you, as the room does." She colored, even though I wasn't trying to embarrass her. "Baby, come on. If you bottle and sell it as air freshener, I'm going to get a dozen." "Uhh. Please. Don't remind me," she replied softly, still feeling a bit embarrassed. "How were you with history lessons?" I asked, throwing a non sequitur. As I expected, she gave me a confused look, before replying. "Not very good. I hated the stuff. All those battles and dates and stupid names." "Heh... You missed out on the fun stuff. It's not all boring stuff. There were always colorful characters and colorful incidents, little anecdotes." "Like what?" "Take Napoleon for example. There's a story about him sending a messenger from the battle field to Josephine, about his return home." "So?" "Well, he still had to travel a week before he'd arrive at Paris. The message said: 'Don't wash up until I arrive'. There was a man who knew what he liked," I quipped, giving her a lecherous grin. Sarah crinkled her nose. "Ugghh. I should have known something like that was coming. You men are beasts." Then with a smile, she asked, "I never read that in any of the history books. You sure you're not making it up?" "That's the kind of thing they seem to forget to include in the history books. At least, the ones they use in the classrooms. I wonder when they'll wake up and realize they would get the students more enthusiastic about history if they included the juicy bits." "God, you're such a perv, Mitch. When did that happen?" "Well... There was this blonde girl I met. Hot and juicy and--" "You rat! Don't put the blame on me," she retorted indignantly, but her eyes were smiling. "OK. But I wasn't putting anything on you. In you... that's something else," I quipped. She started to laugh. "My, my, my. You must be a morning person. Already getting frisky?" "I can wait. How about you?" I replied, with a snort. "Oh, I love a morning quickie, but I really want to take a quick shower." That little exchange was already getting to her; her skin was flushed with excitement. "Sarah, you don't have to on my account. I told you, you look beautiful and I love your smell. You are not _smelly_. It's you, all of you, and I love all of that when it touches my senses," I said, with a more serious tone. "OK, stud. Give me a kiss and help me out of bed." Putting my cup on the tray, I collected her plate and cup, and put them on the tray. Then I sat by her side, and pulled her in for a kiss. After the kiss, I didn't release her, but started to kiss her neck, inhaling her womanly smell. She felt what I was doing, and tried to wiggle out from my embrace, but I had her secured in my arms. There was no way she could break free, even with her strength, and her struggles started to work against her, as her tits rubbed on my chest, getting her nipples hard. I was pretty sure she would be starting to leak around her pussy in a while. When she realized she couldn't escape, she ceased her struggles, and I released her, giving her a long kiss. After the kiss, I nuzzled her neck, inhaling her smell again, and this time, she sighed softly, accepting and enjoying my attention. When I looked up, her eyes were soft. "You make me feel so good and wet, Mitch," she said, before kissing me hungrily again. Breaking the kiss, I trailed my tongue down her neck to her collarbone, and all the way between her tits, inhaling her. She clutched my head, cooing her appreciation. When I looked up, her eyes were getting that strange hue they had when she was aroused. I didn't know if she wanted to have a quickie now, because she had asked me to help her out of the bed, so I ceased my teasing to let her make up her mind. When she felt me stop, she smiled. "Mitch, I want a morning quickie, but I really want to go to the bathroom and have another cup of coffee." "OK. I'll start a fresh batch of coffee." "It's warm here. Did you turn up the thermostat?" "Yep. I didn't want to bother with clothes." "Good. I'll join you in the kitchen." She went to the bathroom, and I collected the tray and took it to the kitchen. Filling my cup with the remaining coffee, I prepared a new batch. As I was taking a seat, she came in and headed straight for me. She pulled my towel off, draping it at the back of the chair. When I sat down, she straddled me and plastered herself against my chest, resting her head on my shoulder. I realized she hadn't taken a shower or cleaned her self; just washed her face and brushed her teeth. I wrapped my arms around her, running my hands along her spine, making her shiver with my soft touches. I loved how responsive she was. "The coffee will be ready in another ten minutes. You want a sip from my cup?" I asked. "I'll wait. I like this more than coffee." While we waited for the coffee, we kept teasing each other, kissing, touching. She was already juicing up, and I felt my cock getting wet. Her nipples were hard, digging into my chest. A few minutes later, she rose up, guided my hard cock into her pussy, and sat down slowly. Somehow, she felt hotter than last night. She started a slow rocking motion, teasing both of us, stoking the fires slowly. And then the percolator gurgled, announcing that the coffee was ready. "Are you still hungry?" I quipped. Getting my joke, she laughed. "You're such a clown, Mitch. The things you say." Then she added, "Yes, I'm hungry. Hungry for your cock. The coffee can wait. I want to have some fresh cream with it." With that quip, she stood up. Picking up my cup from the table, she put it on the counter, emptying the table. Turning her back to me, she bent over the table, supporting herself on her elbows, and lowered her upper body. When her tits and stomach made contact with the table surface she hissed and shivered, from the cold surface. Looking back, she gave a smoldering look. "Come on, Stud. I want some cream." She punctuated her words by shaking her ass. I stood up and guided myself into her hot box, and taking hold of her hips, I started to stroke. "That's good, Mitch. Keep the same pace but make it harder." I increased the force, and we could hear the wet, slapping sound my balls made, accompanied by her small cries, each time I bottomed in her. I realized my balls were hitting her clitoral hood. Reaching down, I started to massage her clitoris, and she pushed her ass back, giving me more space to work, moaning her pleasure. Due to the force of my strokes, her tits were rubbing on the table, and she must have been enjoying that, because she allowed her body to be pushed back and forth along the surface of the table. I felt her tighten inside. She was almost there. I eased my efforts on her clitoris, not wanting to bring her too quickly, and slowed my pace. "Faster... ugh... I'm almost there..." "Easy, Sarah. I want you to enjoy this." "I... ahh... am... more... please..." When I pulled back I saw her little brown hole winking at me, which gave me an idea. Wetting the thumb of my free hand with spit, I placed it gently over her hole, and massaged it, getting a shriek. She pushed her ass back to get more stimulation. As her pussy got tighter, I increased the pace of my strokes. Capturing the folds of her clitoral hood between two fingers, I squeezed it lightly and started an up and down milking action. Sarah responded with a soft scream of pleasure. As she started to come and her pussy started its milking actions, I pressed my thumb inside her little hole, drawing another scream from her. Then, her back arched, her upper body coming off from the table. She started to tremble, and pushed her ass back, trying to fuck herself faster on my cock, increasing my own arousal. I kept working her clitoris, and increased the pace of my strokes, wanting to come. Feeling her come so strongly did something to me and I quickly found myself on the brink. A few more strokes, and I was ready to blow. As she was coming down, I took several brutal strokes, getting fresh moans and yelps with each of them. When my first spurt burst, I buried myself as deeply as possible. Feeling me come inside her, she started to roll her ass, trying to pleasure me. "Oh, Mitch! It's... ahhh... hot... you're burning me..." she cried, as I continued to throb and spurt inside her. Her asshole was tightening and relaxing around my thumb, but I couldn't do much because it was trapped between her ass and my belly, in an awkward position. I eased my attentions on her clitoris, playing around her pussy lips, getting my fingers wet with our combined juices that were leaking around my shaft. I moved my hand to her belly, tracing soft teasing patterns with my fingers, making her moan and shiver with the new stimulation. Leaning back, I managed to withdraw my thumb from her little hole, getting a moan, before pushing my cock back inside her. I felt her legs tremble, and leaned over her to slide both of my hands around her sides, caressing the outer swells of her breasts. I urged her to rise up a bit, so I could slip my hands under her tits. When she lifted her chest off the table, I cupped her tits, and teased her nipples mercilessly, and received moans of appreciation. Releasing my hold on her tits, I slid my arm to her belly and gently urged her to stand up. Getting the hint, she stood, taking care not to uncouple us, and back stepped with me. Allowing me to support her weight, she spread her legs, and I sat down on the chair with her on my lap. Leaning against me, she sighed softly, before turning her head to kiss me. I kept running my hands around her arms, sides, and played with her tits for a short while, before moving them down to her pussy. She broke the kiss with a moan, and closing her eyes, gave herself to my gentle caresses, letting me bring her down. After a while, she grabbed my hands and moved them to her tits, letting me cup them, and kept her hands on mine. She didn't say anything, but it seemed like she didn't want any more stimulation, preferring the gentle contact of my hands on her tits. It was a difficult proposition; I loved her tits, their soft yet firm feel, and her puffy nipples still hard, digging in my palms like small pebbles. We rested like that for several minutes quietly, until she finally broke the silence. "Mmmm. I love what you do to me." "It was my pleasure." "I'm sure it was. I feel like a brand new woman. What a way to start the day." "Yeah. A good cup of coffee does wonders." She laughed, and retorted, "That too." She wasn't going to let me score that one, but I wasn't going to concede defeat easily, so I said, "Ummm... Sarah? What else was there besides coffee?" "A hot cunt that will fuck you to death if you're not careful. I might have to phone Kathy and get her permission first, though." "You're a successful doctor, a talented singer, a lovely woman, a good friend, and a wonderful lover... with a hot pussy," I corrected her. "Thank you," she replied, softly. Then teased with, "Flattery will get you anywhere." Instead of answering, I kissed her neck and shoulders, squeezing her tits softly. "God! I'm insatiable. You drive me crazy," she responded to my attentions. "I think we should get a cup of coffee before it gets too old," I reminded. "Yeah. I could do with a cup, but I want to clean up a bit," she replied, while squeezing my hands, urging me to squeeze her tits. A few minutes later, she carefully disengaged, cupping her pussy with one hand so that she wouldn't drip on the floor, and headed to the bathroom. There was a little spot on the floor from our quickie, and some on the chair where I was sitting, so I cleaned them. Using a paper towel I cleaned myself, and then filled up a cup for her. By then, she was back, looking refreshed. Taking a sip from her coffee, she looked around as if she was searching for something, before her eyes settled on me. Kneeling in front of me, she licked my cock before sucking it into her hot mouth. Because I had cleaned up, there wasn't much she could lick. "I was looking for some cream for my coffee," she said with a disappointed look in her eyes. "Sorry, it will take a while to order a new batch." "Let's go to the living room. It will be more comfortable." She took the towel draped at the back of the chair, and we went to the living room. She put the towel on one of the couches, and asked me to take a seat. Then she went to the stereo, and put it on, before coming back to sit next to me, cuddling. When we finished our coffee, I went to her room, in search of my cigarettes. In the living room, I collected our cups and went to the kitchen to get a re-fill, and returned. Sitting next to her I lit my first cigarette of the day, getting dizzy with the first intake of nicotine. She took the cigarette from me and took a drag, but she didn't return it. "I didn't know you smoked," I said. "I don't. Not regularly. I smoke when I drink at a party or occasionally after sex." "I wish I could limit my smoking as you do. That's one nasty habit I've been reluctant to give up." "Well, you know the dangers, so I'm not going to lecture you." "You know, we didn't talk much," I said, feeling guilty because about all we had done had been making love or fucking (depending on your point of view). With a tingling laugh, she said, "Oh, but we did. Body language is the best kind of talk." "Come on, Sarah. I'm serious." She ran the back of her fingers along my cheek affectionately, before she responded with, "I know you are. I really don't have much to tell. Like your sister, I'm busy with school and the hospital. I spend my free time practicing the guitar or with your sister and other friends. I've gone through some relationships, but I don't really have the time to keep relationships and I enjoy my independence. I haven't met anybody that made my head spin, yet. I want to finish the school first, and then take it as it comes." "I would have thought you'd find a guy by now. You know what I think of you, what I see, when I look at you. There should be some guy who thinks the same way." "Perhaps. But as I said, I'm trying to catch up on what I missed when I was younger." "Well, Kathy wasn't very active when she was young. At least, to my knowledge." "True, but she got asked out and got hot and heavy a lot of times, even though she didn't go all the way. I didn't get to do that. I was shy when I was young, and self-conscious about my looks. When I got over that phase, quite late, the boys were scared I wouldn't be interested in them. And the ones that finally got interested were the wrong kind." "Even in the med school?" "Well, the first two years were difficult, then I repeated a year, because I was thinking of singing professionally. I was young and my head was filled with dreams of fame and big money. And I was hanging with the wrong crowd. You know the type, always partying, and drinking, and barely managing school, if at all. Kathy reminded me of our dreams, how we wanted to be doctors, that I could always become a professional singer, if I wanted, after finishing school. She was right, and managed to convince me. I owe her much. She spent months helping me catch up on the classes and bring up my grades." I noticed her gray eyes were moist, and she was looking at someplace far away, as if remembering something, but I didn't understand how her story would make her so emotional. I got the feeling there was more to than she was telling me. "Sarah, I know you're very close to each other, but why do you feel so strongly about her?" "I told you I was young and foolish. The first year wasn't overwhelming, and I got by with little studying. I was partying and busy with music. I was hanging with the wrong crowd. Things were different in my second year, and that was when I got into trouble. My parents were going crazy with me, and Kathy pulled me aside a few times. Then she bailed me out of a tight spot during a party, catching somebody slipping something in my drink. That was an eye opener, and I realized Kathy was right, but then I was way behind in my classes, so I failed that semester. Kathy helped me with the studying, and I passed the repeat semester. In the meantime, Kathy's social life was suffering because of me. She was dating a guy, and they broke up because Kathy was busy with me and didn't have time for him. How did I pay her? By failing the next semester. She was very angry, rightly so. I thought she would turn her back on me, but instead she kept helping me with my studies. So I finished the second repeat semester, and after that I got a handle on things." "I see... It cost Kathy her guy... Was he worth it?" "No. But neither of us knew it at the time. The point is, the guy wasn't the only thing I cost Kathy. After the break-up, he started to date another girl; a spoiled little rich bitch. You know the type, daddy's little princess. Her daddy was another piece of work. He was a professor in the med school. Once Kathy realized the guy wasn't worth her trouble, she got over him pretty quickly. However, he was hung up on Kathy. The little bitch he was dating was jealous, because her guy was still hung up on Kathy. So what does the little bitch do? She manipulates her daddy and sets him against Kathy. Kathy's third year turned into hell. Nothing she did was good; her work was below average, etc. That bastard even managed to influence a few other instructors as well and turned them against her. Kathy's hands were tied. She could have fought, but even if she had won, she would have lost. In the medical world reputation is everything. They don't look favorably upon students who embarrass a professor." "So, how the hell did she survive?" "That prick of a professor got an attractive offer from a private practice in another city, and decided to take it. His daughter, the little bitch, suddenly found she was failing exams, so she quit school. With those two gone, the negative criticism pretty much stopped. There were other professors and assistant professors who were quite fond of Kathy and her work, and suddenly they found they could voice their opinions without fear of repercussions. Slowly the others who were putting Kathy down realized they had been taken for a ride by the bastard who left, and they were embarrassed. It was a minor scandal, although it rarely made the rounds of gossip, and few people were aware of what happened. I feared they would turn against her again, because of their part in the scandal and their embarrassment. To her credit Kathy never said a word or indicated she was aware of anything out of ordinary. I think that's what finally decided it for some of the professors, and they treated her fair and square. I know of three professors who apologized to her in private for the unfair treatment and their part in it. Do you know what your sister's reply was?" When I shook my head, she smiled and said, "You must be mistaken. I'm not aware of any unfair treatment, but I appreciate your concerns." "Jeeez." "Yes. Now, that's class!" "How the hell did you hear all that if it was kept under wraps? Especially about the three professors?" "That was pure luck. One of the professors forgot that an intercom was open, and his secretary heard the conversation. She liked your sister very much. For good reasons. Kathy had spent several nights in the ICU when her eight year old son had been hospitalized, frequently at his bedside. I saw the kid a few times, visiting together with Kathy. The poor kid was beaten badly. Kathy is still fond of that kid. By the way, that's why she chose Pediatrics. Anyways. So, the secre--" "Just hold on a second," I cut her off suddenly, a light bulb going off in my head. "What--" "Tell me about the kid." "Mitch? What's wrong? Are you all right?" I didn't realize my voice was hoarse, until I spoke again. "I'm OK. Why?" "You look pale." Trying to calm myself, I tried again. "I'm all right, Sarah. Please, tell me about the kid. Whatever you can remember." She gave me a curious look, while thinking back, trying to remember about the kid. "He was an eight year old kid. Two kids in the playground beat him up. I really don't know the whole story. When I saw him he had many bruises. I think he was in the ICU for something else, and not for injuries from the beating. A blood condition or something." "How did Kathy know him?" "I think she was doing the rounds with other students in ICU as part of a tour of the hospital and her studies, when they brought in the kid. After that, every minute she could spare, she was by his bedside. I know that she wasn't supposed to be there, but somehow she managed to get in." My mind was busy with what Kathy had told me about the time I was nine years old. Was her interest in that kid related to what happened so long ago? _I hope not, Sis. That's too long to carry a hurt._ "Mitch, something's wrong. I can see that. Tell me what's bothering you." "It's nothing, Sarah. It might be something from my past. When I work it out, I'll tell you, but I don't make any sense out of it at this moment." "Are you sure it's not related to Kathy?" _Shit! Bloody female intuitions!_ "To tell the truth, I'm not sure about anything, Sarah. I need to think about it. I don't even know if I can figure it out. Let me think it over, OK?" She wasn't convinced, but she realized I wasn't going to talk about it. "Uh, OK." "Back to the story. You were saying the professor had forgotten the intercom was open," I prompted her. "Yeah. So the secretary listens to the whole exchange and hears every word. She also knew if this got out it could cause problems, but she knew Kathy and I were best friends. I guess she must have remembered me from the time when I was with Kathy by her son's bed. She also knew I was worried about Kathy, so she spilled the beans to me, reminding me the possible consequences if it ever got out, as if I needed to be reminded." "I see... So you feel responsible for all the hard times Kathy had. But Sarah, it seems to me that relationship was bound to fail. Kathy would have broken up with that guy anyway, and all the shit would have happened, with or without you." "Maybe, maybe not. They might have broken up, but then it could have happened under different circumstances, without all the other things coming into play. If Kathy had broken up with him later, that little bitch and her asshole daddy would have been gone already. It's difficult to say. I know this much. It happened and it cost her." "I don't think you should feel guilty about something like that, Sarah. Kathy is very loyal, and she was loyal to her friend. She would have done it whether you asked for it or not. It wasn't your decision. It was her decision." "I understand that, Mitch. What I feel isn't because of what she had to go through. Not really. She helped me and I failed her. I should have stood on my own two feet after passing that semester, but I failed a second time, because I wasn't giving it my best. She had to help me again, while all that shit was going on around her. That's what bothers me." "She loves you, Sarah. And you make allowances for people you love. What can I say, that's Kathy. You know her better than I do." "Yes. That's why I love her." While listening to her, my mind was busy with that revelation, trying to make some sense out of it. "You said that was during her third year?" "Yes." _Shit! That was my Senior Year; when I was keeping busy with school and the part time job. When I was going to pieces after her, lost in my own little world. I was so involved with myself, I hadn't noticed anything. I wouldn't have. Shit. Shit. Shit._ "Sarah, did my parents know what was going on at the school? The trouble with the professors and such?" "I don't think so. I know she got some flack from your mom, but she also knew Kathy wasn't dawdling around. She was studying, and all her spare time was spent helping me study. So, your mom couldn't fault her. I think Kathy told them the med school was much harder than she thought it would be." I lit another cigarette, and took a drag, thinking over what Sarah said. _Yeah. That figures. She wouldn't want Mom upset, and she was helping Sarah. Mom liked Sarah, and still likes her. Kathy probably didn't want Mom to blame Sarah for what happened. So she gave Mom the impression that her problems were with difficult schoolwork, not a result of any unfair treatment, or time spent helping Sarah. Seeing Kathy give her best effort at school was enough for Mom, whether Kathy succeeded or not. Mom's only expectation at such times was 'give your best'. She had always been fair and reasonable in her expectations for her kids._ _Jeeez! Kathy didn't have anybody to talk to. Fuck!_ _I'm sorry, Sis. I'm sorry I wasn't there for you._ _What a pair of siblings we are. Secret after secret. Juggling act all along. I know I did it out of love... I didn't want to worry, or hurt you... or Dad, or Mom, for that matter. I didn't want to burden anybody with my problems._ _Now it seems, you did the same._ I hadn't realized how alike Kathy and I were, until that moment. We had been competitive, successful, and determined. We loved and cared about each other and showed it. But, we also kept things secret, not to burden the other. "Mitch, do you remember what I said to you, yesterday?" "Huh?" "When I reminded you Kathy is your blood, I also told you that you can talk to me, and it will stay here. I can see something's bothering you. Very much. I have the feeling it's about Kathy, and you know how I feel about her. Are you sure you can't talk to me?" she asked softly with an almost pleading tone, urging me to talk to her. I don't know why, but I felt tired, and old; older than my young years. Friendship, love, trust, and secrets made for a lousy combination. Sarah was a good friend. When we were young, she had been the first girl I felt comfortable talking to. Perhaps, because we had known each other for a long time as kids, and later, as teens. She had been a constant figure around Kathy, a face I was used to seeing. But, I never had serious talks with her; only about common interests like music, books, and school stuff, the daily things. She was, after all, my sister's best friend and we had never been boyfriend and girlfriend. Considering how shy I had been, Sarah had been a special case. I thought about how I should answer her question; I didn't want to evade her, she deserved better. With a tired sigh, I said, "It's not about Kathy, Sarah. It's about me. I wasn't there for her when she needed me." She didn't say anything, instead, she ran her hand on my arm, trying to give some comfort. "Sometimes things happen, Mitch. I told you my story." "Yes. You're right. Sometimes things happen. You're a good friend, Sarah. Thank you." "You're welcome," she replied, before sharing a long kiss. We spent the next several minutes in quiet solitude, finding comfort in each other's presence, cuddling, before Sarah broke the silence. "I'm going to take a shower. Do you want to join me?" "Sure. Do you have a spare toothbrush?" "I think I have one in one of the cabinets in the bathroom." * * * * *