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Tommy and Sara.  Story three.


Throughout the two years that Tommy had spent in the army he had
continued to love Sara, although he had not heard from her; not a phone
call, not a letter.  At some point he began to assume that he and she
would not get married, that they might never see each other again.  So
he allowed himself to enjoy the highschool girls, who found him to be so
cute and sexy.  He had four of them, none of whom was a virgin.  It was
so pleasurable, having gentle sex with them, but he could not reach
orgasm until he envisioned Sara's pale face.

The day after he returned home, Tommy went across the street to Sara's
house, where Mrs. McCracken informed  him that Sara no longer lived
there, although she visited regularly.  She had moved in with the young
woman who had been her science tutor the previous year, and lived in a
house not far from Norton State, where Sara was a freshman.  Mrs.
McCracken prepared tea and the two of them visited for an hour, chatting
about Tom's experiences in the army, the old days, and, especially,
Sara.  The girl, now a young woman of nineteen, had recovered from the
worst manifestations of her mental illness, but she would have to take
medication for the rest of her life.

"She still loves you, Tommy, but don't get your hopes up.  Things have
changed.  She has changed."

Mrs. McCracken would not be more specific, and Tommy knew that some
important things had been left unsaid.

* * *

Tommy matriculated at Norton State in the middle of the year, at the
beginning of the second semester.  He found the atmosphere there
exciting, almost exotic, as young people like himself busied themselves
in building their futures, so many of them being the first person in
their family to attend college.  The student union was an especially
vibrant place, where he overheard young people talking about ideas,
politics and theories, perhaps not expertly, but with fervor and
enthusiasm.  That first day at school he encountered a table full of his
old classmates, including Jack Kovacic, who gave him a bear hug as a
greeting.  Tom spent an hour with them and joined their discussion about
the pending collapse of Social Security, the acting talent of Jack
Nicholson, and the music of Gustav Mahler, of whom Tom had never heard,
although in time Tom would come to understand how music could be
woefully, pitifully sad, especially his favorites,  Mahler's
"Kindertoten Lieder" and Mozart's fifth violin concerto.

Jack told him that Sara was around, that she looked as fabulous as ever,
that she didn't have a guy, although she was pursued by a legion of
horny, young adult men.

"She seems to be allright now, and people don't think badly of her.  We
all know that she was very ill.  She lives with a woman, maybe twenty
six or seven years old, who is quite striking in a stern sort of way, a
school teacher who has an independent income.  She doesn't hang out much
on campus.  She attends classes - she's in my History 101 - goes to the
library to study, and then she goes home to a really nice house about
three blocks from here."

"When's History 101?" Tom asked.

"From 9:10 to 10:00,  Monday, Wednesday and Friday," Jack responded,
knowing that Tom would be there the next time class let out.

Indeed, he was there, although he had to cut a class.  He waited in the
corridor outside the classroom, feeling nervous and excited.  Then the
door opened and students began to stream out.  He saw her and suddenly
felt dizzy.  Her raven hair fell to her shoulders.  She wore a bright
green dress with short sleeves.  She looked so pale, yet stunningly
beautiful.  Sara looked up and saw Tommy in the hall.  She stopped, and
people behind  bumped into her.  Her mouth fell open and she seemed to
quiver.  Tommy came to her, took her by the hand and they found a spot
outside the traffic of students.  They stood close and stared into each
other's face, and then, as if choreographed, fell into each other's
arms.  Jack Kovacic saw his friends, so long parted, clutching each
other, and he was almost overcome by emotion.  Sara buried her face in
Tom's neck and licked it.  She sobbed softly as she was reunited with
the person who loved her most of all, her old playmate, her lover.  Tom
stroked her head, his eyes moist, oblivious of the crowd of people who
passed by, looking at them as they embraced each other.

They held each other for minutes, until the hallway emptied of students
rushing to their next class.  Tom breathed deeply her familiar scent as
he sucked on an ear lobe.  It was, for him, as if he had been in extreme
tension for two years and had suddenly found release.

"I love you."

"I love you."

"I love you so much," they whispered to each other.

Tom licked her cheek and then they kissed deeply.  All the good and
wonderful experiences which they had shared since they were toddlers
rushed to their conscious memories.  The bad things and the two year
separation were pushed into a distant background.  They were together
again.

* * *

"Things are different with me now," Sara said softly, looking shyly at
Tom with an expression of uncompromising adoration.

They sat at a corner table in a restuarant near campus where they ate an
early lunch.  The place was largely empty, it not being yet eleven
o'clock.

"How is it different?" Tom asked.

"Well . . .," she began, but hesitated.  "I'm living with a woman.
She's twenty seven.  You'll like her."  Sara hesitated again.  "We're
very close . . . you know . . . really close."

Tom knew immediately what she meant, and he experienced a sudden sinking
feeling.  He was determined not to lose her again.  They were holding
hands across the table.  Tom raised her hand to his face and sucked on a
finger.  He pulled the finger from his mouth and wiped its wetness
across his cheek, looking intently into her lovely face, a face that he
had known his entire life.

"In Kentucky I came to love a boy, a boy my age.  We did, well, we tried
everything together, you know.   It was all an experiment.  He went on
to fuck girls, and I must admit that I took on girls too.  We would
still go to bed together, though.  The point is that though I loved him
I never stopped loving you.  Whenever I climaxed, your face was always
in my mind. God! how I wish we were twelve years old again."

Tommy choked back a sob of frustration and fear of losing her again, as
he pressed Sara's hand to his mouth.

"Her name is Elena," Sara began, "and I love her.  She has helped me so
much, helped me to get sane again.  I can't imagine not living with her,
cuddling with her.  We give each other such wonderful pleasure, a
pleasure that is neither greater nor less than what you have given me.
It's totally different.  It's a girl thing.  I still love you, no less
than before.  I want you to pleasure me in your way.  I dream about it.
I want to excite you and make you come.  I still want to taste you."

"Marry me!" Tom interrupted.

Sara squeezed Tom's hand and pulled it to her cheek.  Her moist eyes
looked sadly into Tom's face.

"I can't.  Schizophrenia is in my genes.  My grandmother had it as well
as one of my aunts.  I have it.  I don't want to bring children into the
world with this sickness.  It's so horrible."

"Then we won't have children."

"No.  I know that you want children, a son.  Tommy, find a good woman
and marry her.  Have children.  I'll always be there for you, when you
need me, even when we're ninety."

Sara! . . . "

"Let's stop talking.  I want to make love.  I want to feel you again.
It's been so long."

* * *

They made love in an elegant house on a boulevard near the university.
They groaned and sighed.  Tommy tasted her all over, and Sara sucked on
him.  They coupled grandly, greedily after being so long apart.  They
kissed as they fucked, trading spit.  Tom could time himself.  He waited
for Sara's climax and then joined her yelps with his grunts of ecstasy.

It was not enough for Tom.  He wanted her forever.  He held her to him,
stroked her groin and felt his seed oozing from her.

"Marry me!  We can adopt children, as many as you want."

Sara lay with one leg over her lover, his flacid penis lying on her
thigh.  She caressed his head and pecked at his face with her lips.

"Tommy, your genes are too precious.  You must procreate.  I promise to
be your mistress for the rest of my life, but I can't be your wife."

"God damn it Sara, there's nothing special about my genes, and I would
rather have you as my wife than have a son and lose you."

"Tommy, it's all so complicated.  I want you forever, but I also want
Elena, and you understand why I can't give you children."

Tom could not understand his lover.  She was not talking crazy, but what
she did say was wierd.
They lay naked on the bed, kissing, Tom's palm on Sara's left breast,
when Elena, coming home early, interrupted them.

* * *

Tom looked up, startled, at the woman who was clad in a business suit
and stood as ramrod straight as a marine.  He tried to cover himself,
but it was hopeless.

"Sara, we have to talk," she said coldly, turned, and walked out of the
room.

Sara looked at Tom.  Her expression was a mixture of childish mirth and
adult concern.  She got up from the bed, put on a robe and  left the
room.  Tom dressed quickly and thought of climbing out the window to
escape the scorn of Sara's housemate.  Instead, he sat back in a
comfortable leather chair and recalled the exquisite pleasure that he
had just experienced with Sara.  He wondered if her thighs had always
been that lovely.  He tried to remember them at age twelve.  They had
been more slender then.  He recalled licking on them.  He remembered
going down on her for the first time and tasting her, bringing her to a
squeeling orgasm.  It had been so much simpler then, loving her.

Sara returned to the room with a sad frown on her face.

"You'll have to leave," she said.

"I thought so," Tom responded with a grin.  "Your friend didn't seem too
happy."

"She hates men and she is very angry."

"Well, then I won't come back here.  I'll get a place of my own where we
can be together."

"I'd like that," Sara said, her arms around his neck,  speaking into his
face before she kissed him.

* * *

For the next two weeks Sara shared her body with two lovers, so unlike
each other, who gave her such remarkably different pleasures.  Elena
rubbed her to pleasure as she reclined on the large bed in Elena's room,
feeling the woman's soft body against hers, clutching to her and kissing
desperately.  Then, later, Tommy would lick on her body and penetrate
her with his thick penis, bringing her to orgasm quickly.  It was almost
a contest between Tommy and Elena, the prize being the lovely Sara.

* * *

"I want both of you," Sara murmured into Tom's ear as he lay atop her,
her voice a bit ragged as she recovered from a shattering orgasm.  "I
refuse to chose between you."

Tom's spent penis wilted and slipped out of the young woman.

"I'm not asking you to chose," he responded and rolled off her.

They lay in each other's arms, sweaty and sticky.  The odor of sex was
heavy in the air of Tom's shabby, one room apartment.  He had come three
times in about an hour,  during which time he had continuously fucked
his beloved Sara, bringing her to orgasm after orgasm, and who was now
weak from sexual dissipation.

"I love you both so dearly.  It panics me to think that I might lose one
of you.  It would kill me to lose both of you."

"Has there ever been a time when you have not known me?" Tom replied
with a twinge of anger in his voice. "I'll never leave you, no matter
what."

Sara caressed his cheek and said "I trust your love, and I never want to
be away from you.  But I can't be without Elena.  I need her as much as
I need you, although differently.  I feel that I'm in the middle with
the two of you pulling me on either side.  I want us to come together,
to form a triangle."

Tom thought about the implication of that statement.

"I don't think that I'm up to having two women.  Besides, she hates
men."

"No, not really.  She doesn't like most of them, but you could charm
her."

Sara lay against her lover, feeling his warmth, licking his shoulder.

"Marry me!" Tom insisted again.

"No.  I want you to marry Elena," Sara responded in a soft voice, her
hand playing with one of his nipples.

Tom was dumbstruck by her words.  The idea was ridiculous.  The only
time that he had ever met the woman he had been buck naked with Sara in
his arms.  He had never talked to her.  He did not know her.

"I know that you're thinking that I'm talking foolish," Sara continued,
"but this is the best way.  This way we could bond together forever."

"But she's a lesbian!"

"She desperately wants to have children.  She told me that she was
thinking of going to a clinic, to be artificially inseminated.  You
could do it the old fashioned way, and your children will need a
father.  I'll live with you and be the kids' auntie."

"Have you talked to her about this bizzare idea of yours?"

"Not yet, but I will.

Tom thought that, were it not so serious, Sara's entire line of
reasoning deserved a chuckle.  He was worried.  Was his girl quite
stable?  The idea of marrying a complete stranger, a man hating lesbian,
was just too outrageous.

* * *

"She's not playing games with us; she's quite sincere.  Sara's
desperate, you know.  You're the anchor of her life, and I, somehow,
have become necessary to her.  She would unravel completely, I fear, if
she lost one of us."

Elena spoke softly but firmly, punctuating her words with stabs of her
finger onto the coffee table in front of her, a table strewn with fine
arts magazines, auction catalogues, literary publications, and a musical
score.  Tom felt uneasy in the presence of the woman, who appeared so
soft, yet seemed to be so domineering.  He was very much attracted to
her.  Her stern face was quite lovely.  He had never before met a woman
like her, so in control of herself and her environment.
He looked at her, into her face, and she did not flinch.  She stared
back and Tom lowered his eyes in embarrassment.  Elena seemed to Tom to
be so elegant, so distant from his own experiences, so tasteful and
accomplished.  He felt inferior to her somehow, and he feared that she
was capable of stealing Sara from him.

"Sara says that you have very good genes," Elena said after a long
pause, smiling at Tom for the first time.

"I don't really know what she means by that," Tom confessed.

"I think that the considers you to be a man of high intelligence and
good character."

Tom's eyes dwelt on Elena's knees and her shapely, slender calves, and
then muttered,  "I hope she's right about that."

"I suspect that she is," Elena responded, crossing her legs demurely.

"What are we going to do?" Elena continued.  "Sara doesn't give us much
wriggle room."

"Do you hate men?" Tom asked, and immediately felt foolish at the
question.

"No.  I'm impatient with them often, and I'm frequently disgusted by
them.  But, then, I have never really known a man," she said with an
intention which Tom immediately grasped;  Elena was a virgin.

"Tom, I can't say that I love Sara more than you; our love for her is so
different.  But I would do anything for her, for her well being.  Her
suggestion that the two of us get married so that the three of us can
live together without tension has some merit.  We both want children and
we both want Sara, and what she proposes seems to give us each of
those."

Tom suddenly felt very uneasy.  He had expected Elena to reject Sara's
notion out of hand.  It seemed now to him that if he didn't  marry this
twenty seven year old lesbian, however attractive and virginal, he would
be betraying Sara, the focus of his life, who desperately needed him . .
. and Elena.  He shook his head in frustration.

Elena looked at the young man sitting opposite her.  She thought that he
was bright and had a good future, but that at the moment he was callow.
She would have to take charge of him without bruising his ego.

"Marriage is not out of the question, as far as I'm concern," she said
softly.

Tom suddenly looked up into Elena's face, who smiled at him warmly.  He
then knew that his fate was sealed, that he had lost control over his
life, that he had been conquered by two women.  He did not think of the
positive aspects of the situation.  He just felt powerless.

* * *

Tom went down on Sara and didn't want to come up.  Her soft thigh flesh
caressed his cheeks.  He relished her pungent scent and the wetness that
covered his lower face as he licked on her unrelentingly.  Sara
squirmed, groaned and cried aloud in orgasm, again and again, until she
needed relief and pushed Tom's head away.  He nipped her skin with his
teeth as he moved up  her body and came atop of her.  He plunged himself
into her warm, wet tightness and gasped in pleasure.  They held each
other tightly as they fucked, kissing and mewling.  Tom sensed Sara's
pleasure mount.  He pounded her, as he knew she liked, wanting to
squeeze from his beloved girl the last iota of ecstasy.  She came
suddenly, crying aloud, digging her nails into his back, sucking on his
neck.  He thrust violently into her, in and out, fast, prolonging her
orgasm and causing his own. Tom yelled out without inhibition as he
came.

They lay in each other's arms, sated, yet still excited, kissing and
nibbling on each other.  It was the last time for just the two of them.
On the following afternoon Tom would marry Elena in a brief civil
ceremony.

Sara slept in his arms, but Tom remained awake most of the night.  He
replayed in his mind that time, when they were young, twelve years old,
when they had made love for the first time.  He remembered calling for
his lost dog Toby on that magical morning, when he and Sara went up the
railroad tracks to the sand hills.  Tom remembered so much during that
night, before he finally fell asleep.




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