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Two Dashes of Mid-Summer - 1
by Endrael (endrael@yahoo.com)

***

The first installment of my first attempt at an erotica 
e-novel. Herein we are introduced to Mike (the narrator 
of the tale), Sara (the central love interest), and 
Sara's bouncy sister Kim, and discover some of the 
early stages of the relationships among them. (MF-
teens, reluc, inc, exh, 1st, mast, oral)

***

Author's Note: Two Dashes is heavy on character 
development throughout, so for those expecting a quick 
nitty-gritty, it's best to go seeking elsewhere.


Part 1 - Sara

CHAPTER 1


Sara and I started seeing each other seriously sometime 
during our junior year in high school, although she had 
caught my attention the year before, but I didn't truly 
notice her until she did something she wasn't even 
aware of at the time.

It had been morning, sometime in the fall, and the sun 
was shining down through a light haze of fog. She 
happened to be wearing a long skirt that day that was 
made of heavy, tie-dye fabric which was also, 
apparently, sheer when light fell through it. She had 
been standing in the sun, talking with someone, when I 
looked her way, more because it's my habit to look 
around at things when I'm walking somewhere, and I 
stopped, captured.

Loose strands of her waist length, auburn hair stood 
out like a halo around her head, caught and set alight 
by the sun behind her, and I could see the silhouette 
of her spread legs in the rainbow of her skirt. She was 
wearing a plain white shirt with long sleeves, and the 
sun brightened that, too, so she appeared to be 
glowing. I have that image burned into memory still, 
and I watched her for another few seconds before 
continuing to where ever it was I had been heading.

I put the scene to paper that afternoon at home and 
colored it, one of the very few pieces I've bothered 
doing that with, though I kept the colors subtle on 
everything but her and the sun. I went searching for 
her the next day at school, finally catching her during 
lunch while she was heading out of the cafeteria.

"Sara?" I asked, touching her shoulder. I hadn't been 
sure of her name at the time, since I hadn't seen her 
before starting high school and we'd never had any 
classes together, so I hoped I had it right.

She turned, lifting her eyebrows at me.

"Yes?"

"Can I talk with you?"

She shrugged.

"Sure. Why?"

I headed over to stand in the shade of a tree that 
stood next to one of the low walls that lined the 
outside walkways on campus, and she fell in beside me.

"I have something for you."

"For me? You're the artist guy, right? The one 
everyone's always saying is really good?"

"I don't know if everyone says that, but yeah, that's 
me."

"But I haven't asked you to do anything for me."

"I know," I said, smiling and chuckling. "But that 
isn't why I did this drawing or why I want you to have 
it."

I dropped my pack on the wall and rummaged in it, 
extricating the folder I kept my drawings in. I  pulled 
out the drawing I had done the day before and held it 
up for her to look at.

"Oh my god. That's gorgeous." She leaned in to look at 
it more closely. "Is that me?"

"Yeah."

"Oh god." She blushed, deep red. "I had no idea that 
happened with that dress. God, that's embarrassing."

I smiled.

"I don't see any reason to be embarrassed about being 
beautiful. I drew this from memory, yesterday 
afternoon, because seeing you like that was probably 
one of the most beautiful things I've ever seen. I can 
still see you like that as if I'm looking right now. 
Sorry if that seems like a bad come on or something."

"Really?"

"Really."

She blushed even more.

"Thank you. But I'm really not that beautiful, like 
you've drawn me."

"I could argue that."

Which was true. I was studying her while we talked, and 
she was a lot more attractive than I had initially 
thought her. Not super-model beautiful, no, but most 
definitely attractive. Her eyebrows highlighted her 
eyes, rich green ringed with hazel, which I still think 
are her most beautiful feature, and which make her 
unique, as I've never seen anyone else with eyes like 
hers. A gently curved nose. Soft lips, full but not 
overly so, which lifted into a wonderful arc when she 
smiled. All framed by her hair, which had a slight, 
curvy wave to it. Her arms were lithe, and she had 
pretty breasts. Probably a B cup, if I were to guess. 
Her stomach and waist were a nicely full hourglass 
shape, which was more hinted at than seen, since she 
was wearing fairly loose clothing.

She watched me for a few seconds, blush slowly 
receding, then gave a small smile.

"You could, I'm sure. Please don't. I don't like it."

I lifted a hand and brought it to her face, and she 
watched me more intently. I traced my fingers lightly 
over her cheek, then brushed her hair back behind her 
ear. I smiled as I dropped my hand back to my side.

I was surprised she had let me do that, and only 
learned later that she had been eyeing me while I 
hadn't been doing the same to her. Fortunate little 
coincidence that I had seen her the day before and had 
a reason then to approach her.

"All right," I agreed, then glanced down at the lunch 
tray she held, then back at her. "You want to eat 
together?"

She smiled again, more fully this time. I was already 
starting to love her smile.

"Sure."

We spent the rest of our lunch breaks together that 
year, talking and getting to know each other, and got 
together once a week or so during the summer. We went 
together to registration for our junior year and 
scheduled five of our eight classes for the semester to 
be the same, so we ended up seeing a lot of each other.

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CHAPTER 2
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We were both self-proclaimed exiles from the social 
distortions and narrow little cliques that make up the 
atmosphere of the student body of all high schools, so 
in that respect, it wasn't a surprise to anyone when we 
got together.

Sara was a wallflower, not especially social, which I 
learned was because she didn't want to concern herself 
with the petty rumor mongering and status poaching of 
all the pointless cliques and groups. I think part of 
her dislike of the social pecking order was caused by 
her not fitting the design for beauty that's commonly 
accepted by high schoolers. She's attractive, as I've 
described already, but, despite her regular exercise, 
her body is of the stubborn type, possessing a 
metabolism that keeps her slightly pudgy regardless of 
what she does to make it otherwise.

I'll note here that she is by no means fat, for those 
of you who equate that with pudgy. She stands five 
eight and usually averages about a hundred and sixty 
pounds, though with her build, it's almost 
unnoticeable. Her exercise keeps her well toned and 
gives her an amazing amount of stamina, which is a good 
match for her almost inexhaustible libido.

The second reason for her choosing to ignore the social 
games of high school, I think, is she was, and is, a 
bookworm. She's rarely without something to read: books 
on physics, biology, history, or some other science, 
and usually some novel or other packed away to 
complement it. She literally reads everything. The only 
thing I've never known her to even glance at is 
westerns. I've asked her about this, and she just 
shrugged and said they never even registered on her 
radar as something to read.

Sara also has a sister, Kim, younger by two years 
almost exactly, who I've also ended up getting involved 
with by extension of being with Sara. Unlike Sara, Kim 
flitted among the social strata of the high school 
world like a chameleon, scurrying from one group or 
clique to another and getting to know everybody. Plenty 
of rumor said she was a slut, though I'd never heard 
even a single word about anyone she had supposedly 
slept with to garner that reputation. Sara, when we 
started getting to know each other, just laughed about 
it and said there was nothing that could be said that 
would be more wrong about Kim, which I had figured was 
the case.

Likely it was Kim's social free-wheeling combined with 
her looks that started the rumors. Unlike Sara, she 
fits, in every way, the expected model of high school 
beauty. She has great legs, a wonderful ass, incredible 
breasts, shapely arms, a mesmerizing face, gorgeous 
hair. Basically, she has a perfect body, she knows it, 
and she loves to flaunt it. She would have been a 
cheerleader if she had any inclination for it, and 
she's often mistaken for one.

For my part, I was popular enough, if being well known 
could be termed popular. I drew a lot, and did it well, 
which, I've noticed, draws no end of amazement from 
anyone younger than college age. I was bothered a lot 
to do pictures for people, usually dragons and fairies 
and unicorns, and repeatedly declined unless it was 
something I found particularly interesting. 

I started charging for it sometime in my sophomore 
year, twenty bucks here, fifty there, thirty for this, 
seventy for that, so I usually had at least a bit of 
spending money on me, especially with the steady stream 
of odd ball things people asked me to draw for them. 
The tweakers and pot-heads were especially inventive, 
and I usually enjoyed those more than any of the 
others, though their numbers steadily declined over the 
four years of high school existence as they dropped 
out.

Beyond that, I was pointedly anti-social to most 
everyone. Ninety percent or more of the people who made 
up the student body fascinated me not at all, so, 
rather than be bored by them, I just made them go away. 
It usually worked, though I got bitched out a few times 
for it, typically to the effect that I was an asshole. 
I just shrugged and blew it off. I suppose I could have 
fit the angsty-artist-type cliché, and I'm sure there 
was a rumor or two floating about that said as much. 
Not that any of it was ever actually mentioned to me, 
as is the norm for the high school status quo.

Toward the end of our junior year, Sara and I had 
gotten to know each other pretty well, and we had 
fallen into the habit of flirting with each other 
rather heavily. It was during one of our innuendo laden 
conversations during lunch break that the first of the 
major changes between us started. We had been talking 
about birthday presents, since her birthday was over 
the summer, and Kim's was a little less than two weeks 
after hers. We were chattering quietly so as to avoid 
some idiot wandering by and overhearing and starting 
some asinine rumor.

We were sitting in the shade under one of the trees on 
campus, Sara sitting cross-legged and leaning against 
the trunk and me sitting cross-legged facing her. She 
was wearing an almost too short skirt, which was just 
loose enough that I could see her panties if she would 
only just move a tiny little bit. Needless to say, my 
attention was more on that rather specific something 
than on what we were actually talking about and she 
knew it. She would shift around occasionally, her skirt 
moving as she did but never quite revealing what I was 
wanting to see, which drove me insane.

It was a game we had been playing for a while now, and 
we loved the tension it added to our conversations. So 
far she had managed to avoid letting me see anything 
more than her bare thighs, and I was beginning to think 
today would be more of the same, though I tried to 
catch a glimpse of more, nonetheless.

"Would you do something for me, Mike?" Sara asked

She leaned forward, her skirt lifting as she lifted her 
legs to keep her balance and her hands dropping to 
block my view. I cursed inwardly at being so cleverly 
denied and smiled outwardly.

"You?" I asked benignly, which got me a laugh and an 
almost glimpse.

"Maybe sometime," she said, smiling innocently. "But I 
was thinking something else. I was thinking something 
special for Kim for her birthday."

Her eyes flicked over to where Kim was talking 
animatedly with the group she was currently part of, 
which I barely registered, even though I was looking at 
her face at the time. My mind was still too fixedly 
elsewhere.

"What did you have in mind?"

"Um... Could you draw something?"

Her cheeks reddened a bit, and she tightened her hands 
around the bottom hem of her skirt, which diverted my 
attention briefly. Still no glimpse, but it did reveal 
enough that I could see the gentle swell of her ass 
from her thighs. She brought her hands down after a 
second that seemed quite a lot longer than it was, and 
I looked up at her again. She was blushing even more, 
and she turned her eyes down to her lap, an embarrassed 
smile on her face.

"Do I get anything special out of it?"

I smiled as her blush deepened. I loved making her do 
that. A natural enhancement to a woman's beauty, I 
thought.

"Um... It's part of the project."

She squirmed a bit and cast a quick glance up at me 
before looking down at her lap again, fidgeting.

"Oh really? What kind of project is it that I get 
something special just by doing it?"

"Um..."

"Um?"

She got even redder, which was a surprising feat. I 
pressed a hand against her cheek, which was hot, and 
she shivered. I smiled and caressed her cheek and neck, 
and she leaned into my hand, purring. I pulled away 
after a few seconds, and she shivered again, tightening 
her hands even more on the hem of her skirt. She drew 
in a deep breath to steady herself and let it out 
slowly.

"Could you... come over to my place this afternoon? So 
I can tell you what I want?"

She lifted her eyes and looked at me, nervous, her 
blush receding. I smiled, leaning forward and planting 
my elbows on my knees to support myself.

"For the beauty of a blushing lady, you need not ask 
twice."

I grinned as her face reddened again and she smiled. 
She squirmed a bit, then drew her skirt up several 
inches, and I lost my breath for the several seconds 
she held it there. She was wearing black, see-through 
panties, and they stuck to her pussy where her juices 
had soaked them. She was shaved smooth and very turned 
on, her pussy almost as red as her face, and I could 
see the nub of her clitoris poking against the 
flimsiness of her panties. She rocked her hips twice, 
slowly, then smiled as she lowered her skirt again.

She uncrossed her legs and stretched them out in front 
of her as she leaned toward me. I smoothed one hand 
over her cheek to the back of her neck as she drew 
close, intending to give her a kiss, but she moved past 
me and whispered in my ear.

"I'm going to need to make a bathroom visit because of 
you, sir," she said, trailing a finger up my thigh. 
"But I can't do it until I'm home because I'm too 
noisy. If I didn't enjoy it so much, I would hit you 
for getting me all hot and bothered every day and not 
able to do anything about it for hours at a time."

I laughed and grinned, then pulled her back enough that 
I could kiss her. She purred, and we would have kissed 
longer if the campus administration weren't so anal 
about shows of affection.

"Can I consider that payment for this project?" I 
whispered to her.

"The kiss?" She smiled, coy.

"No. Getting to watch you get yourself off."

She blushed again, squeezing her legs together as she 
pressed a fist against the top of her thighs near her 
belly. Her nipples were straining hard against her bra 
and making little bumps against her shirt, I noticed. I 
cast a quick look around to see if there were any of 
the campus administration around, saw none, and pinched 
her nipples. Not very effectively, since her bra was in 
the way, but it was enough. I grinned as she gasped and 
drew in a sharp breath, shivering and tightening her 
fist and legs even more.

"Are those a yes?" I asked, acting innocent.

She purred, flexing her thighs together rhythmically.

"Maybe. We'll see what happens when you come over."

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CHAPTER 3
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I arrived at Sara's house at about three thirty, a 
little shy of two hours after school had let out. It 
would have been sooner, but I needed to get some more 
art supplies, namely paper, and run some errands. Sara 
hadn't said anything about the size of the pictures she 
wanted done, so I brought along sheets of varying sizes 
so she could choose what one she wanted.

She met me at the door, dragging me into the house and 
pressing against me as she wrapped her arms around my 
neck and gave me a hard, passionate kiss. That caught 
me off guard, as we hadn't moved much past teasing each 
other, and it took me a second to realize what was 
happening. I dropped the folio I was carrying and put 
my arms around her, one hand falling to the small of 
her back and the other to her ass, pressing her even 
harder against me. She ground her hips against me, 
another surprise, then pulled back and shoved me away.

"I haven't gotten off yet," she said quietly, shifting 
from one foot to the other. "I've been masturbating 
about every  twenty minutes or so since getting home, 
but haven't let myself cum. I wanted to wait and see 
what it would be like doing it in front of you."

I grinned and dragged her back over, holding her 
against me again and giving her another kiss. She 
rocked her hips against me some more, slowly, and I 
massaged her ass through her skirt.

"It's certainly made the greeting memorable," I said in 
her ear, and I felt her blush against my cheek. I 
nibbled her earlobe, another first, making her shiver, 
then drew back and looked at her. "So what's this 
project you want me to do?"

"Um..." She reddened some more, dropping her eyes from 
mine, then lifted them back as she started fidgeting. 
"Can I... um... Can I explain in my room? I don't want 
to talk here. More privacy in my room. Mom's home, and 
she wouldn't care if she heard, but I don't want dad or 
Kim finding out, if they happen to come back anytime 
soon from where ever they went."

Now my curiosity was definitely piqued. Not that it 
hadn't been before, mind you. What could possibly make 
Sara nervous about asking me to draw something for Kim? 
And why would her mom not care? I was about to find 
out, apparently.

I nodded and picked up my folio, and Sara took my free 
hand and led me up to her room. I could feel her hand 
shaking.

"You don't need to be nervous about asking for a 
drawing, you know," I said as we climbed the stairs.

"Yes I do," she answered, almost terse.

"Why?"

She only shook her head, and we stepped into her room. 
She drew me in, then closed the door and leaned against 
it. She looked almost sick, and I dropped my folio 
against her bed and moved over to her, pulling her into 
a hug. She tensed as I held her, rubbing her back. She 
only tensed more, and I stopped my hand.

"What's so hard about asking for a drawing?"

"It isn't that. It's why I'm asking that I'm worried 
about." She was relaxing slightly, but was still rigid 
against me. She turned her head and looked up at me. "I 
like you, Mike. Probably even love you, but I don't 
know. I do like you a lot, though, and I... We haven't 
ever talked about... I don't want anything to happen 
that might... push us apart."

I blinked at her. Today was turning into nothing but 
one big surprise. I lifted one hand and brushed her 
hair out of her face, sticking it behind her ear, then 
gave her a gentle kiss.

"I like you, too. Probably even love you, too." She 
smiled a bit at that, but still looked like she was 
going to be sick, and she was still tense. "I'd like us 
to be together more closely, too. There's no reason you 
need to be nervous about asking me to do a drawing or 
two or three for you for Kim."

"There is, though." She screwed her face up in 
frustration and started shaking. She closed her eyes 
and drew in a deep, slow breath, then shook her head 
sharply, pushing me away. "I need to go for a minute. 
I'll be back. I feel sick."

And then she was out the door. The door of the upstairs 
bathroom slammed a second later, and I sat on the bed 
to wait. I pulled out paper and pens and pencils while 
I sat there, sorting them, needlessly, into neat piles 
next to me on the crumpled blanket. Better than just 
sitting there and getting even more confused about what 
was going on, at least.

I was doodling on a small sheet of paper when Sara came 
back some minutes later, looking much better than she 
had when she'd rushed off. I looked up at her as she 
stepped into the room and closed the door again, then 
watched her as she crossed to sit in her computer 
chair. She was fidgety still. I set my doodles aside 
and started to absently twirl my pencil around my 
fingers, watching her.

"What do you want me to draw?" I asked after a moment 
when it became clear she was still trying to figure out 
what to say.

"Me."

Yet another surprise. I was silent for a second, 
furrowing my brow. Not entirely unusual, really, when 
compared to some of the other stuff I'd been asked to 
draw before.

"You?"

Sara nodded, playing with the bottom edge of her shirt. 
She was leaning forward, eyes looking at my feet.

"Ok. That'll be easy enough."

I started to turn to sort through my stack of paper, 
then looked back to Sara as she looked up at me, 
surprised.

"Really? You'll do it? I haven't... I haven't told you 
how I want you to draw me, though."

"How do you want me to draw you, then?"

"I... Um..."

She was shaking again, more than she had been before, 
and she swallowed, then leaned back and pulled her 
shirt up and off, rolled her hips and shucked her 
skirt, as well, then draped her legs over the arms of 
her chair. She had removed her bra and panties during 
her visit to the bathroom, apparently, as she was 
completely naked. She watched me nervously, her hands 
wandering aimlessly over her body, as if she were 
trying to decide what or if she should cover anything. 
She turned and opened one of the drawers of her desk, 
pulled out a towel, then folded it and lifted off the 
chair to put it under her ass.

I just blinked and gaped, caught completely off-guard. 
If I hadn't been so dumbfounded, a few things would 
probably have clicked at that moment and I'd have 
understood a little more clearly what was going on.

"Uh..." was all I managed instead.

Sara started to close her legs, changed her mind, and 
covered herself with her hands instead, which still 
left her breasts bare. It registered on me, slowly, 
that she was blushing profusely, even her chest and 
stomach shaded red, and her nipples were dark and hard.

"Um... Can I... ask why?" I managed to force out after 
a minute. I was transfixed. She was the first woman I'd 
seen naked if movies and porn were excluded.

"Because... um... me and Kim... we... um..."

She was trembling, and she rocked her hips forward, 
matching that movement with her hands, slowly rubbing 
her pussy. She closed her eyes and continued, her blush 
receding as she focused more on what she was doing, and 
I just watched, none of what she had said having 
actually registered on me.

She leaned her head back, a soft moan escaping her as 
she started to rub herself more vigorously, though 
still slowly. It didn't take her long to get herself 
flowing, which seemed to confirm what she had told me 
when she'd greeted me at the door. She was worked up 
and had been most of the day, and even her nervousness 
didn't seem enough to quench it. She dipped her fingers 
into herself and started massaging her juices all over 
her pussy.

It finally dawned on me what she had been saying, as 
her breathing started to quicken, and she lifted her 
head and looked dazedly at me as I spoke, working her 
clit between two of her fingers while she did.

"You and Kim what?"

"Oh."

She shivered, arching her hips up and off the chair as 
she pinched hard on her clit, whimpering. She held that 
way for several seconds, trembling, head dropped back 
again, then gave her clit a sharp twist as she released 
it, making her shudder and cry out softly, and slumped 
back into the chair. She returned her attention to me, 
shaking and clenching her hands on the ends of the 
armrests, reaching over her legs to do it and leaving 
her completely exposed.

"We're lovers," she breathed, voice quivering, just as 
her thighs were.

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CHAPTER 4
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"Ah. That explains wanting the nude pictures." 
Obviously this revelation hadn't sunk in, in the 
slightest, and wouldn't for some hours yet. I was far 
too distracted with watching Sara and her body and 
wondering how I was going to manage working with such a 
painfully hard erection.

She nodded and let one of her hands stray from gripping 
the armrest to stroke up her thigh toward her pussy. 
She stopped just short, shaking, and lightly stroked 
her thighs and around her glistening mound, teasing 
herself. I just watched, mesmerized.

"Well?" she asked after a minute, and I started, 
looking up at her.

"Huh?"

"That doesn't bother you?"

"Does what bother me?"

"That me and Kim... that we... have sex."

She started massaging herself again as I blinked 
stupidly at her, trying unsuccessfully to get my brain 
to reengage. Autopilot had taken over and was 
apparently unwilling to hand over the controls.

"Should it?"

She moaned softly, scooping up more of her juices and 
spreading them on her pussy, making her even wetter 
than she already was, then started to slowly circle a 
finger on her clit. She shivered, beginning to rock her 
hips again.

"It would bother most people," she breathed, leaning 
her head back and half-closing her eyes, staring at me 
with her mouth half-open. She licked her lips. "Can I 
cum?"

"Whuh?"

"Cum? Can I? Please? I need to so bad. I just barely 
caught myself a minute ago."

Drawing. I was supposed to be drawing this, wasn't I?

"Not yet," I said, shaking my head. "That's payment for 
the drawing, and I haven't finished it yet."

She cried out in frustration and whimpered, shaking and 
breathing heavily as she forced her hands to stillness. 
I pulled a piece of paper over, grabbing one at random, 
grabbed a pencil, then hauled my folio into my lap and 
considered the best place to begin the drawing. Chair, 
since it wouldn't be moving and was easy, geometric 
shapes.

"Can I at least masturbate while you draw?" she asked, 
plaintive.

I looked up at her and grinned, and she started her 
fingers moving again.

"Just don't move too much," I told her, to which she 
made some incoherent sound that I couldn't recognize as 
either agreement or annoyance.

Normally, figure drawing would only take me about half 
an hour, but this one took me about an hour and a half. 
Sara's frequent arching and abuse of her clit as she 
held back orgasm combined with my very distracting and 
increasingly painful erection on top of the attention 
to detail I was putting into the drawing prolonged the 
endeavor. Her face was the hardest to capture, since I 
wanted the look of wanton lust to come across, and her 
constant changes of expression made that difficult, so 
I had to piece it together.

I was in no state to judge the piece objectively when I 
had done with it, so I just set it aside and stood, 
striding over to Sara. She looked up at me as I 
stripped, shivering even more and stopping her hands. 
Her eyes dropped immediately to my cock and she licked 
her lips, leaning forward. She started to lightly 
stroke her clit again as she looked up at me, shaking 
as she held herself on the edge of orgasm.

"Are you done? Can I cum now?"

She was practically begging, her whole body quaking now 
as she teased herself. I only nodded, and she cried out 
in relief, grabbing hold of my dick and dragging me 
forward so she could engulf it with her mouth without 
falling out of her chair. She gagged as she took me too 
deep, then pulled back a bit and started sucking 
desperately as she frantically rubbed herself, hard and 
fast. I grabbed her head and held her in place, both of 
us cumming simultaneously, hard, and we both cried out, 
her cries muffled around my cock.

I'm not sure she was even aware of doing it, but she 
managed to swallow a lot of my cum, though a good 
portion of it still flooded out of her mouth and 
dripped down her chin onto her breasts. She shivered as 
her orgasm subsided, still fingering herself and 
sucking on me, which kept me hard. She came again, not 
even a minute after her first, and she kept sucking and 
getting herself off until I came again a few minutes 
later. I pushed her off my cock that time and covered 
her chest with my seed, which made her arch hard and 
shake violently as she came again.

I flopped to the floor beside her as she sank back into 
the chair, the cushion emitting a soft squelch as she 
did. She closed her eyes and purred contentedly, idly 
rubbing my cum into her breasts, paying particular 
attention to her nipples.

"I've never done that before," she said after a few 
minutes spent recovering.

She still had her legs splayed over the arms of the 
chair, and I was slowly stroking one of her thighs as 
she swiveled back and forth, giving me brief glimpses 
of her still glistening pussy.

"I haven't either." I grinned and dared touching her 
pussy, tracing my fingers up and down her slit. "Can we 
do it again?"

She grabbed my hand and pulled it away, shivering and 
shaking her head.

"Not too fast, Mike. Not too fast." She looked down at 
me, eyes sparkling as she smiled. "Maybe with the next 
picture."

"Another picture, eh? It'll cost you, ya know. But what 
sort of payment could a sexy lady like you offer?"

She brought my hand to her mouth and sucked on one of 
my fingers, grinning as her look went from amused to 
devilish.

"I'm sure we can work something out, don't you?"

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CHAPTER 5
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It wasn't until I had gotten home and eaten dinner that 
what Sara had said about her and Kim finally sunk in. 
Lovers? I blinked at the homework I was in the middle 
of working on, having completely lost any train of 
thought I had going for it.

Sara and her sister were lovers? Was this odd 
revelation a bad thing for what Sara and I were 
building between us, or could it be accommodated? Would 
I be able to watch them? How long had they been? How 
did they usually do each other? How often?

I tried to both return to finishing my homework and 
ignore the raging hard-on I now had from imagining Sara 
and Kim making love to each other. I failed at both, 
and after about half an hour, I had to do something 
about it. Several times.

Needless to say, I didn't manage to finish my homework 
that night, and didn't get much sleep because my mind 
was much too active with thinking about Sara and Kim 
together. My penis was sore from cumming so much during 
the night and the evening previous when I got up in the 
morning, but at least my imagination was sated for the 
time being.

I left early for school, catching Sara and Kim as they 
were walking their themselves. I had been able to buy 
myself a car a few months before with the money I made 
doing drawings, which I guess was a good indication of 
how popular my skills were. Not that you would know 
with looking at the car, which was a piece of crap and 
needed more work than it was probably worth, but it ran 
and got decent mileage.

"You two want a ride?" I called at them.

"Ride! Whoo!" Kim cried, bouncing over and hopping into 
the back seat behind me.

Sara smiled and climbed into the front passenger seat. 
I leaned toward her and pulled her over, "Hey sexy," to 
give her a kiss, then leaned over a bit more so I could 
be near her ear.

"I want to talk later," I whispered to her. "About what 
you told me yesterday. I'm not mad, so don't stress, 
ok?"

I kissed her again as she nodded, though she started to 
fidget. I sighed a bit.

"You're conspiring!" Kim cried in mock horror. "And 
leaving me out of the fun." She pretended to pout.

"Yes," I said. "We're conspiring to hire a circus and 
have them take over the school parking lot."

Sara laughed as Kim let out an excited "Sweet!" and I 
had to laugh too. I started driving again.

"Not really. Just think of the mess the elephants would 
make."

I could see Kim in the rearview mirror as she made a 
disgusted face, and I laughed again.

"You just have to take the fun out of everything, don't 
you?"

She poked me in the shoulder and stuck her tongue out 
at the mirror, and I grinned back at her.

We were at school in a couple of minutes, with probably 
twenty minutes until we needed to be at class. Kim 
clambered out and skipped off, swinging her book bag 
beside her. I turned my attention to Sara, who was 
looking at her lap and fidgeting with the hem of her 
shirt. I scooted over next to her, put an arm around 
her shoulder, then turned her face up to mine and gave 
her a long kiss. She purred and returned it, slowly 
putting her arms around me.

"Mind if I get the stupid statements out of the way 
first?" I asked, holding her gaze with mine.

"Can we go with the smart ones first? I'm really 
wondering if telling you was such a good idea, and I'm 
not in the mood for stupid statements right now."

"All right." I gave her another kiss, light and gentle. 
"Smart comments first."

I studied her eyes, thinking how to put into words what 
was going through my head. Which I did for too long, 
apparently, because she frowned and squeezed her eyes 
shut, her eyelashes dampening with almost tears.

"Mike..."

I frowned myself and hugged her close, kissing her 
eyes.

"I'm sorry. I'm just having trouble trying to figure 
out how to say what I'm thinking." I kissed her eyes 
again, more gently than before, and she looked at me 
again, nodding a bit. "I wasn't expecting that, is all. 
When you asked me to do a drawing for Kim for her 
birthday, I wasn't thinking it would be... well... you. 
Naked. Because you and her are intimate. That's a 
surprise, ya know?"

"It bothers you, doesn't it?"

"No. Yes. I don't know, really. Stupid statement says 
no and that it's an incredible turn on and wonders if 
it would be possible for me to watch." She gave a small 
laugh at that and a bit of a smile, but nothing more. 
"Smart statement says yes, but only because it's 
unexpected and... well, it's not usual, I guess. And 
the whole incest thing, ya know? But on the other hand, 
why shouldn't you?"

"So it does bother you."

"Not enough to be disgusted about it and turn it around 
on you. Stupid statement won that battle." I laughed a 
bit, as did she. "I guess my main concern is what kind 
of impact it will have on... well, us."

She nodded, dropped her gaze from mine and leaned 
against me, sighing as she laid her head against my 
chest.


"I'm glad that you're not pissed off about how I kind 
of sprung it on you, but I couldn't think of any better 
way. I figured a bit of distraction when I told you 
might help smooth it over."

I laughed.

"Yeah. It smoothed it over until about... I'd guess 
probably until about eight, and then it distracted me 
the rest of the evening and most of the night."

I could feel her smile against me and she mm'ed. She 
caressed a hand up my thigh to my crotch, where she 
squeezed in a slow, gentle rhythm, and I grew hard 
under her hand. She undid my pants and slid her hand 
into my boxers to straighten me out, then lightly 
stroked me.

"Is it safe to assume that stupid statement was the 
main cause for distraction?"

"Um... You could say that, yes."

Her smile grew as she slipped my dick through the 
opening in my boxers, then gripped it in her hand and 
started jerking me off. It hurt, being hard again, but 
it was balanced by the pleasure of her hand moving on 
me, and I didn't have enough willpower to physically 
stop her.

"Sara..."

"Hm?"

"Stop!"

She did, but resorted to squeezing again, which was 
almost as bad. She was still smiling, and I tried 
scooting over to get her to release me. She didn't, and 
instead leaned down as I moved away after she had 
checked the parking lot to make sure no one was around. 
She took me into her mouth, trying to take me all again 
and not managing, so she just started to jerk me again 
and bob her head while she sucked.

I came quickly, and she managed to get everything this 
time, mainly because there wasn't much there after what 
had happened at her place yesterday and as much as I 
had cum the evening and night that followed. She kept 
sucking, then apparently thought to start using her 
tongue, because she started hitting spots that I hadn't 
thought could possibly be over-sensitive. I pulled her 
head away, penis twitching and hurting and trying to 
arch my hips back to get it away from her mouth. She 
smiled innocently at me and licked her lips, lightly 
stroking my softening penis before putting it away 
again.

"Yum," she murmured.

She slid over next to me and pulled me into a kiss, 
surprising me as she fed my own cum into my mouth. Not 
sure what she was expecting to happen, I gave it back 
to her and pulled out of the kiss, giving her an odd 
look. She shrugged and swallowed, then smiled again.

"Sorry. I just wanted to taste you again after 
yesterday."

"Won't Kim notice?"

Her exuberance made a marked drop and she pursed her 
lips as she shrugged.

"We avoid public shows of affection like that. I don't 
want to be harassed about it and you know she already 
has a reputation as a slut even though she isn't."

I nodded and pulled her into a hug.

"I'm sorry. I wasn't meaning it that way. I'm just not 
sure what to make of it, you and her." I pulled back a 
bit and looked at her. "I'm not encroaching, am I? 
Kim's ok with you and me?"

"No and yes. I think. We haven't talked much about it."

I glanced at the dashboard clock and sighed.

"We need to be getting to class."

Sara checked the time, too.

"Yeah," she sighed.

She grabbed her backpack and opened the door. I stopped 
her as she started to climb out, and she turned back to 
me.

"I'm not mad at you," I said.

"I know. I'm just worried I did the wrong thing in the 
wrong way." She sat for a moment, silent. "I do love 
you both. I realized that after... after what we did 
yesterday, and spending time with Kim later. I just 
want things to work out, and I'm worried I may have 
screwed that up."

She shook her head some, then stood and walked away, 
closing the door as she did. I watched her until she 
rounded a corner of one of the school buildings, then 
sighed and headed to class myself.

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CHAPTER 6
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I caught Kim during first break that day, since our 
classes were conveniently located right next to each 
other. I had sat as close to the door as I could and 
had to trust to Kim's propensity for sitting toward the 
back. I didn't especially want to go searching all over 
campus for her, and I was fortunately right in my 
guess. I grabbed Kim's arm as she walked out of the 
class room. She jumped when I did and peered at me with 
comical intensity.

"What's up?" she asked, her seriousness belying the 
comical stare she had just given me. "It's not like you 
to go about talking with people."

"You have a minute?"

"Sure. Lead away."

She snapped to and saluted, and grinned as I laughed. 
We were near the front end of campus, so I led us in 
that direction, stopping under one of the many trees 
that marked the edge of school bounds.

"Are you ok about Sara and me?" I asked, figuring it 
would be easier to be to-the-point about it.

Kim gave me a quizzical look, then peered at me again.

"Why wouldn't I be? You're not having doubts because 
you two got hot and heavy yesterday, are you? 'cause if 
you are, I'm gonna have to kick your ass."

She peered at me even more intently.

"She told you about that?"

"Duh. We're like this." She held up one hand, fingers 
crossed. "Of course she told me. She loved it. Said you 
got her off quite a few times after having her all hot 
and bothered most of the day." She grinned at me.

I laughed.

"I guess I shouldn't be too surprised about her telling 
you. She did say you two are pretty close."

"So is that what this is about, wondering if I'm mad at 
you or something for being with Sara?"

"Basically. I just want to be sure I'm not going to 
have to face a wrathful, territorial sister."

She giggled, a comic-style 'tee hee' with one hand over 
her mouth, and smiled at me.

"No. I'm cool. I will admit I was jealous at first, but 
then I started to see how happy you make her, and I 
didn't see any point in being angry about it anymore. 
But if you hurt her, buster, you will be facing a 
wrathful, territorial sister, and I am dead serious 
about that." She poked me in the chest. "Got it?"

I chuckled and mimed her earlier salute, smiling.

"I have no intention of hurting her. You have my word 
on that."

"Good." She cocked her head to the side, scrutinizing 
me. "And besides, you are pretty cute, for a guy." She 
pulled me down and licked my lips, which startled me. 
She laughed at the look on my face, then continued, 
serious. "Though I'm not really into guys, so don't go 
getting ideas. And don't you even think about telling 
anyone else that, either. The only other person who 
knows that is Sara. And maybe mom, but I don't know. 
I'm trusting you with telling you that because Sara 
trusts you, ok?"

I nodded and zipped my lips, and Kim gave a hop and 
clapped her hands together.

"Yay! Now can I ask a question?"

"You've asked several already."

She gave me a bland look, then stuck her tongue out at 
me.

"Seriously, Mike."

"Shoot."

"Why do you ask?"

"Why do I ask what?"

She rolled her eyes and poked me in the chest again.

"You know what I mean, mister. Why do want to know if 
I'm ok about you and Sara?"

"Didn't I answer that already? Because I don't want to 
face a wrathful, territorial sister?"

"Yeeees, but it seems like there's more on your mind 
than just that. Yes? And Sara was in a mood in the car 
earlier, so obviously something's up."

She peered at me again. The class bell rang a few 
seconds later, and she swore, then started to hurry 
off, but I called after her. She stopped and turned, 
waiting for me as I strolled up to her.

"Is it true you and her... that you're lovers?"

Kim blinked several times, an almost comical look of 
surprise crossing her face. She looked around, 
apparently wanting to make sure no one was around, but 
most everyone had straggled into class by that time. 
There wasn't anyone near us anyway. She returned her 
attention to me.

"She told you about that?"

I nodded.

"Fuck." She frowned and crossed her arms, gripping her 
elbows and looking everywhere but at me. "I... Fuck." 
She sighed and set her eyes on me again, one corner of 
her mouth twitching. "We are, yeah. She likes you a lot 
more than she lets on, it seems." She frowned again and 
furrowed her brow, beseeching. "Please don't tell 
anyone? Other than mom, you're the only other person 
who knows. We want to keep it that way, if we can. That 
whole idiotic taboo about incest, ya know? Never mind 
the whole lesbian thing. Life would be hell for us if 
people found out."

She was just as tense about it as Sara had been, I 
noticed, and I gave her a hug. She wrapped her arms 
tight around me, relaxing immediately.

"Thank you! I'll find you and Sara at lunch, ok? We'll 
be needing to talk about this, seems like."

She let go of me and dashed off, waving as she went. I 
waved after and headed to class, reminded again of just 
how odd Kim was.

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CHAPTER 7
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I had been paid in the period just before lunch for a 
drawing I had done a few weeks before, so I treated the 
three of us, Sara, Kim, and me, to lunch at a place 
that had more edible, and more identifiable, food than 
the school cafeteria. Kim attacked Sara with a bear hug 
as we gathered at my car to head out, since I had told 
Kim to go wait there while I gathered Sara.

"You're a silly, silly girl, sis," Kim told her. 
"Worrying I'd be mad about you and Mike. As if."

Sara gave me a perplexed look, and I shrugged at her.

"We talked during first break," I clarified.

"Oh." She gave Kim a big hug and smiled radiantly. 
"Thank you. I didn't know how to ask. I'm glad you're 
ok with it. Us."

"It's cool. Now get in the car so we can eat! I'm 
starving. Shoo! Shoo!"

Kim grinned, then turned Sara, opened the car door, and 
shooed her inside, then hopped in herself. She waited 
until everyone was in and the doors closed before she 
continued her chatter, leaning forward in her seat.

"Like I said to Mike earlier, I was a bit jealous at 
first, but then I realized you're happy, and I didn't 
see any point in being mad about it anymore, see?"

She reached forward and, grinning, surreptitiously 
squeezed one of Sara's breasts. Sara slapped at her 
hand, and Kim withdrew.

"Hey! None of that where other people can see, 
remember?"

"But it's not a problem if Mike knows, is it?"

"We talked about that, too," I said, glancing over at 
Sara. "I wanted to know Kim's side of things, make sure 
she was cool about everything."

"You two talked about a lot in ten minutes, it seems 
like."

"Not really. We only got as far as her saying she's ok 
about you and me being together and me not going to 
tell anyone about you and her."

"See why I never made a big deal about you and Mike?" 
Kim asked, bouncing in her seat and holding onto the 
back of Sara's. "He's cool. I can see why you like him, 
even if he is a guy."

"Oh, and that too," I added. "Kim mentioned she's 
crooked, too, which is another thing she swore me to 
secrecy about, on pain of being targeted by a wrathful, 
territorial sister. Or sisters."

"Hey!" Kim cried, hitting my shoulder and laughing. "I 
am not crooked! I'm heterosexually challenged, is all."

Sara laughed and dropped her seat back, which made Kim 
scream as her space was abruptly taken over. She had to 
scoot over and lean at an odd angle to not be squished. 
I rubbed my ear, wincing at the pain induced by the 
scream, while Sara pulled Kim down and gave her a kiss. 
Sara let Kim go after a couple seconds and raised her 
seat again as we pulled into the drive-thru. Our 
conversation was suspended while we got food that was 
more palatable than anything the school offered, then 
resumed, amidst many pauses to chew and swallow, as we 
headed back to school.

"You have no idea how relieved that makes me, Kim," 
Sara said, looking back at her sister. "To know you 
aren't bothered about me and Mike."

"Yes I do. You've been weird since yesterday, and 
especially this morning when he gave us a ride."

Sara shook her head and dropped her seat back a bit so 
she could face Kim more easily.

"No, you don't. I was so nervous yesterday trying to 
tell him about us that I was sick, then had to get 
myself so turned on and close to cumming that I 
couldn't think and could just say it."

Kim was, surprisingly, silent for several seconds.

"Is that true?" she asked me.

"Yeah. She had me worried, but also so distracted I 
wasn't thinking about much of anything except her being 
all horny."

"Holy crap. God, Sara." Kim reached around Sara's seat 
and gave her an awkward hug. "I'm so sorry. You should 
have talked with me, you silly git! You don't need to 
go making all this harder than it needs to be. 
Everything's cool! We're all happy! Because we're 
talking! See?"

She gave Sara a gentle kiss, making her smile. Sara 
gave Kim's hand a squeeze, then kissed it before 
letting her fall back and resume eating. We arrived 
back at school, but decided to stay in the car and 
finish our food and the conversation. Fewer worries 
about people wandering by and eavesdropping.

"I guess one thing's taken care of, then," Sara said, 
attacking her food, which she hadn't yet touched much 
of. "What about you, Mike? Are you ok with me and Kim 
being lovers? Or does it bother you?"

I hmm'ed, starting in on my own food, which I had 
touched even less of because I had been driving.

"I had been hoping that wasn't going to come up, 
actually," I said after finishing half my burger. 
"Because I really don't know yet. Mainly I just don't 
want to feel like I'm encroaching on anything between 
you two. And like I told you earlier, Sara, there's 
stupid thought, wondering if you'd let me watch, how 
often you do it, and whatever. Then there's smart 
thought, which... I guess is mainly just weirded out by 
the abruptness and strangeness of it. Not so much the 
incest thing, really, since I really don't see what's 
so wrong about it." I finished off the rest of my 
burger before continuing. "Which, I guess, is mainly 
because I have a thing for my step-sister, but there's 
no way in hell anything's ever going to come of that."

"Oh?" Kim queried, leaning forward eagerly. "Tell me! 
Tell me! I wanna hear about this!"

I laughed and turned to her, then grabbed her and 
licked her lips like she had done to me earlier. She 
'ack!'ed and made a show of wiping her mouth.

"I'm going to hold you to the same silence about that 
as you're holding me to, ok?"

"No problem."

She bounced and clapped her hands, leaning forward 
again. I laid a hand on one of Sara's and started to 
absently stroke her arm, making her purr.

"My step-sister's a few months shy of seven years older 
than me, which wouldn't bother me, really, if there 
were any possibility of anything happening."

"Why not? What's the problem?"

"We don't get along. Never have. And she's very 
religious, and I mean very. She gets all distraught 
even seeing a guy without a shirt on in a movie."

"Eeeewwww!" Kim shuddered, and Sara laughed. "Guys 
without shirts! Ick! But what about women? Does she 
seem ok about women being nude?"

"No. She'll turn it off or walk out, or cover her eyes 
if she can't do either of those."

"Jesus! I can see why you say nothing's going to 
happen. That's... sad. I can't see how anyone can be 
that prudish about something so natural. How can you 
possibly have a thing for her, then?" She peered at me.

"She's hot. No offense to either of you, but more so 
than both of you, as far as looks go."

Kim gasped in astonishment and Sara hit me on the arm.

"Someone more beautiful than me!?" Kim exclaimed while 
I gave Sara a deep kiss to assuage the insult. "I don't 
believe it! She can't possibly be more beautiful than 
me!"

I reached into my pocket and pulled out my wallet to 
hand to Kim, all while not breaking the kiss with Sara. 
I slid a hand up Sara's shirt and started to massage 
one of her breasts while Kim rifled through my wallet.

"Holy fucking a!" Kim cried when she found the one 
picture I had with my step-sister in it. "Jesus fucking 
christ! Damn, Mike! She IS hot!" She shoved me away 
from kissing Sara, who moaned in frustration, and 
showed her the picture. "She is fucking hot!" She 
shivered and grinned at me. "I can see why you have a 
thing for her. I'd do her, definitely."

She handed my wallet back and dropped a hand between 
her legs, shivering and rubbing herself through her 
pants. She shuddered and pulled her hand away from 
herself before she got too carried away.

"Oh! You two were kissing, weren't you?" She looked 
sheepish. "I'm sorry. Get to it! Get her all hot and 
bothered! Whoo! She's so much more fun when she's been 
that way for a while." She winked at me.

"That's never a problem," Sara said, laughing.

She had dragged my hand down from her breast, which was 
too visible from outside the car, and slid it into her 
pants, where I was massaging her clit. Kim grinned and 
looked like she wanted to join the fun of teasing her 
sister, but couldn't figure out a good way of doing so, 
so she just watched in rapt attention.

"Oooh! Oooh! Stop!" Kim cried as Sara started to shake, 
and I did, eliciting a frustrated moan from Sara. "When 
she starts shaking like that, it means she's close to 
cumming. She does it every time, so you can torture her 
for hours at a time, keeping her right on the edge and 
building her up and up and up! And if you pinch her 
clit really hard, like as hard as you can, when she 
starts shaking, she falls back from the edge a lot 
slower. And no matter what else you do to her short of 
fucking her with something, as long as her clit is 
being pinched that hard, she can't cum." Kim laughed 
gleefully, and Sara clenched her hands into fists, 
still shaking. "Consider that my donation to pleasing 
sis." She grinned and winked at me.

"You're evil," Sara breathed, and then gasped as I 
started to rub her clit again, then moaned loudly when 
I stopped as she started shaking. I pinched as hard as 
I could, making her whimper and shake even more. "Both 
of you."

"But it's so much fun for us!" Kim said, leaning around 
the seat and nibbling Sara's neck. "And you love it, 
besides." She turned her attention to me and grinned 
some more. "I've given her a half hour or more of 
multiple orgasms just by using that little trick for a 
few hours. She drops right off and is completely 
relaxed after. Great way to get her unstressed."

I returned Kim's grin, and we teased Sara for the last 
ten minutes or so of lunch break. We'd have used all 
fifteen minutes, but decided she needed a couple 
minutes to compose herself again before we all headed 
to class. Not that it helped much, since she and I 
shared the last two classes of the day, and I did what 
I could to keep her worked up.

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CHAPTER 8
=========

Kim crowed with glee at finding I had managed to keep 
Sara worked up during the last few hours of school. We 
had gathered at my car again so I could give them a 
ride home. Also because there was something else I was 
wondering about, since both Sara and Kim had mentioned 
it, probably without knowing they had.

The two of them climbed into the back seat together so 
Kim could continue teasing Sara, but I had her keep it 
minimal, since I wanted both of them able to talk and 
think. Not that Sara was really able to think very well 
by that point, with as much teasing as she'd received 
over the last several hours. She started shaking almost 
the instant Kim thought it was safe enough to put a 
hand down her pants, and she gasped and whimpered as 
Kim pinched hard on her clit, keeping her right on the 
edge of climax. She was shaking intensely and had her 
hands fisted so hard I thought she was going to draw 
blood.

"Let her cool down a bit, Kim," I said, which drew a 
moan of protest from Sara and a disappointed 'aw' from 
Kim. "There's one thing I'm still wondering about."

"What's that?" Kim asked. She still had her hand near 
her sister's pussy, though she had stopped teasing her 
for the time being, at least, and Sara appeared to be 
coming back to herself, albeit slowly.

"You've both mentioned your mom knowing about you 
having sex with each other, and Kim's mentioned she 
probably knows she's a lesbian. Is that true?"

"She's caught us a few times," Sara said, slowly 
flexing her hands to unstiffen them. "She doesn't care. 
She was surprised when she first found out, but she 
hasn't stopped us or told us it's bad or wrong or 
anything. She's of the free love mind set about the 
whole thing, I guess."

"When did she first catch you?"

"Um..."

"It was when we had the makeshift fort," Kim said, "in 
that huge blackberry bush that used to take up half our 
back yard, remember? Silly little kids, thinking we 
couldn't be heard." She laughed. "I think we were eight 
and ten? Is that right?"

"Yeah. God, that was embarrassing. We were so guilty 
looking, with our clothes all askew and looking 
overheated. And you still had me all over your face." 
Sara laughed, tracing her fingers up and down Kim's 
arm.

"I did not!"

"Yes you did! Remember mom wiped your face clean? And 
then she told us we should be a little quieter, or to 
use our bedroom next time, and then she left."

"Oh. Yeah. I guess you're right." Kim made a face and 
stuck her tongue out at Sara, then turned back to me. 
"Anyway. That was the first time. Scared the hell out 
of us, because we thought we were going to be in so 
much trouble when dad got home. But it wasn't ever 
mentioned, so we started to do stuff again after a few 
months."

Kim had slid a hand down Sara's pants again, apparently 
rubbing very slowly, because Sara was purring softly 
and not shaking, her eyes half closed.

"Oh shit!" Kim exclaimed as I turned down their street, 
pulling away from Sara, who moaned. "Keep going. Dad's 
home, and Sara's going to be royally pissed at both of 
us for getting her so worked up and then not being able 
to cum."

"Can't you hide in the bathroom and masturbate?"

Kim laughed, then cuddled up next to Sara again to 
resume her teasing after we had passed their house. I 
decided my place would be a better destination for the 
time being. Neither of my parents would be home until 
late.

"Not with dad around," Sara said, nuzzling against Kim. 
"He's... well, you'd have to live with him, I guess. He 
and mom both have huge libidos, which I guess is where 
Kim and me get ours, but he doesn't have the same... 
openness, I guess. It doesn't seem right to do anything 
sexual with him around."

"But your mom's cool about it?"

"Oh yeah!" Kim proclaimed. "Sometimes, when we've 
gotten a little too into each other and lost track of 
time, she'll come up and knock and let us know to hurry 
it up and finish because dad's going to be home soon."

"Very big damper on the passion of the moment," Sara 
said, fading out as she lost herself in the pleasure 
Kim's fingers were giving her.

I glanced back at them. They were clever, I had to 
admit. Unless one had a good vantage point looking down 
into Sara's window, it would only look like Kim was 
letting Sara sleep on her shoulder. We were silent for 
a bit, the only audible sounds coming from any of us 
being Sara's soft moans. I parked in front of my house 
and turned to watch the two. Sara was shaking, and I 
could see Kim had her clit pinched while also doing 
something else to it. Pulling it or rolling it, I 
guessed.

"Can I cum yet?" Sara murmured, feeling the car come to 
a halt.

"Once we're inside," I said to her, reaching back and 
pinching her nipples through her shirt and bra, which 
made her squirm and gasp.

She opened her eyes and looked out the window, then 
shoved Kim away and clambered out of the car, rushing 
up to the door of my place. She stood, impatiently 
squeezing her legs together, while she waited for Kim 
and me. Once inside, she grabbed me and started 
dragging me toward my room. Kim giggled and waved.

"Have fun!" she called after us, then apparently 
remembered something. "Oh! Mike!"

Sara stopped pulling on me and we both turned to Kim as 
she came up to us, then shoo'ed Sara onward to my room. 
Kim watched her until she was past the door and then 
turned her attention to me.

"One more tip from me?" she asked, glancing down the 
hall toward my room.

"Shoot."

"She wants you to take her, and she wants it badly. 
She's jonesin' hard, though she hasn't ever had sex 
with anyone but me, and we haven't..." She paused, 
debating if she should say what she had been about to, 
then continued. "We've been very careful about not 
popping each other's cherry. Technically, we're both 
still virgins even though we've been having sex with 
each other since we were kids."

"You didn't even accidentally do that?" I was 
incredulous, for obvious reasons.

"We read a lot," Kim said, shaking her head. "Well, she 
reads a lot, actually, which you've probably noticed. 
So she went online and read everything she could find 
to learn more about what we were doing, since she 
couldn't very well check out sex books from the library 
or buy them, ya know? Not like they'd give that stuff 
to a ten year old." She smirked. "So what I'm asking is 
for you to be gentle when you do finally... you know. 
Ok? If she tells me you weren't, I'm going to kick your 
ass. I mean that. She means the world to me, and I'd 
feel bad knowing her 'technical' first time ends up 
being something she doesn't remember fondly. Got it? I 
don't care how much she likes you. She deserves better 
than a bad first time."

I nodded and saluted, then gave her a hug.

"I plan to do everything I can to make it good for her. 
You don't need to worry. But it's not going to happen 
for a couple weeks yet."

Kim was surprised at that.

"Why not?"

"I can't tell you. You'll find out, though."

She stuck her tongue out at me and laughed.

"Fine. Be that way. Now go take care of her! I'm sure 
she's about ready to beg by now." She grinned. "I'll be 
watching movies or something. With the volume way up. 
So I won't get more turned on from hearing her and get 
all frustrated."

I laughed and saluted again, then hurried to my room.

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CHAPTER 9
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Sara was lying on my bed, naked. She had found a 
clothes pin, one of those wooden ones that held closed 
with a spring, and had put it on her clit. She was 
flicking it back and forth, whimpering and shaking 
uncontrollably as she tortured herself, floating along 
the edge of orgasm. I closed the door, stripped, and 
climbed onto the bed between her legs, where I knelt 
and admired the view. She opened her eyes and lifted 
her head to look at me, glazed with lust.

"Can I cum? Please?"

I smiled and flicked the clothes pin back and forth a 
few times, fast, which made her shake even more and 
arch her hips up hard, crying out loudly as she did. I 
heard the rising sounds of Animaniacs coming from the 
living room and almost laughed.

I decided to torture Sara a bit longer with the 
flicking, causing her to start trembling badly while I 
ran my fingers along the length of her pussy and spread 
her lips. I was curious to see if what Kim had just 
told me was true, and discovered it was. Sara's hymen 
was still there and unbroken. I stopped flicking the 
clothes pin, and she collapsed onto the bed, panting, 
then nearly screamed as I licked her pussy for the 
first time. She grabbed me hard by the hair and held me 
there, shaking violently.

"Let me cum!"

I managed to pull back enough to speak, my face now 
covered in her juices.

"Can you manage half an hour longer?"

She cried out, clenching her fingers painfully in my 
hair, shaking even more.

"What for?" she panted, and then fell back hard as I 
licked her pussy again, shuddering and gasping loudly.

"Because I think Kim would really love having this view 
as a picture."

"God... damnit..." she gasped, somehow managing to 
unclench her fists and let me go.

She immediately grabbed the blanket and clawed into 
that, spreading her legs even more and touching the 
soles of her feet together. I couldn't resist flicking 
the clothes pin again, and she cried out loudly as it 
bounced back and forth a few times, arching her hips 
hard upward again.

I quickly grabbed some paper, pencil, and a hard 
surface and then sat in front of her, trapping her feet 
under my legs so she couldn't move them and close her 
legs. Not that she was likely to, but she seemed to 
enjoy it. I teased my fingers along her slit a few 
times, spreading her juices and making sure her pussy 
would stay spread open, then proceeded to draw. I 
wanted her hymen visible in the picture, something I'm 
sure Kim would appreciate having, a memento of when her 
sister was still technically a virgin.

I flicked the clothes pin every few minutes, driving 
Sara's frustration and trembling, along with her cries, 
higher and higher. The picture was finished sooner than 
I had expected, only twenty minutes, so I spent a few 
minutes doing nothing but making the clothes pin bounce 
back and forth, which drove Sara to the point of 
screaming and shaking so hard she couldn't arch her 
hips anymore. I leaned over and set the picture on the 
floor so it wouldn't get ruined, then lay beside her, 
my head at her crotch and hers at mine.

I pulled the clothes pin off her, not bothering to open 
it to do so, as she rolled on top of me and dropped her 
pussy onto my mouth. I sucked her clit and flicked it 
twice with my tongue, not sure what else I should do 
since I hadn't done it before, and was rewarded with 
driving her over the edge into a hard orgasm. She 
screamed and shoved her pussy even harder onto me, 
grinding against my tongue while her juices squirted 
onto my face, and I had to plug my nose to keep from 
inhaling them.

Her orgasm must have lasted at least a minute, during 
which I didn't stop sucking or working my tongue on 
her, and she started twitching as she came down. She 
must have been hyper-sensitive, since she lifted up, 
which was a good thing, because I needed to clear at 
least my nose enough that I could breath. She was 
shaking hard, and she gasped when I pulled her back 
down and started sucking again, her trembling 
increasing.

She started to suck on me, trying again to take all of 
me and succeeding for a second or two before starting 
to gag, and then just jerked me while she sucked and 
worked with her tongue, bobbing her head. We came at 
the same time, both of us crying out against the other, 
and we continued like that for probably half an hour, 
with her having three or four orgasms to each of mine.

I was the first to break, since I had already been 
over-taxed with orgasms when we started, and rolled her 
off me, twitching as I covered my dick with one hand to 
keep her from sucking it in again. I had a feeling I 
was definitely going to regret having cum so much in 
the last twenty-four hours, because the ache was 
already painful.

Sara lay panting next to me, trembling while she caught 
her breath, and I wiped some of her juices from my 
face, spreading them across her belly.

"Hey now," she breathed. "I gave that to you fair and 
square."

I gave a breathless laugh, then tried to sit up and 
thought better of it as my arm refused to support me. 
Lying on the bed was good, too, yes.

"We're going to need to clean up," I said, slowly 
rubbing her pussy and making her shiver. "And I'm going 
to have to wash my blanket, I think."

"Clean up, eat, and then do laundry. Always in that 
order."

I nodded and continued to masturbate Sara while we 
recovered, bringing her to another orgasm or two. 
Eventually, we were able to get up and stumble to the 
shower, where I got her off another couple of times.

"Don't you ever stop?" she gasped, grasping onto me to 
keep from falling down while I worked her clit.

"Are you complaining?" I grinned at her.

"Never." She shuddered and whimpered as she came again. 
"But can you stop? Please? My clit is starting to hurt 
because you've gotten it so sensitive."

I grinned some more and brought her over one more time 
before stopping. She clung to me while she stood on 
trembling legs, and I held her, arms around her waist, 
while she cleaned herself, again, shivering and 
whimpering every time she brushed her clit.

We wandered into the kitchen, where Kim was slicing up 
a pizza - thoughtful of her - and then brought half to 
each of us as we sat at the table. Animaniacs was still 
playing in the other room, and I chuckled. Kim plopped 
down into the chair next to Sara and gave her a long, 
deep kiss before Sara had had a chance to start eating. 
She hm'ed when she pulled back.

"That's Mike I taste?"

Sara nodded, then grabbed her sister and gave her 
another kiss. She hm'ed again after that one, too.

"Don't know if I like the taste or not." She swatted at 
Sara as she tried to pull her in for another kiss and 
laughed. "No! Eat, you silly git! If your screaming 
earlier is any indication, you really need the energy." 
She grinned, then hopped up and bounced back into the 
other room to watch more Animaniacs.

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CHAPTER 10
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The remainder of the school year, all three weeks of 
it, passed uneventfully. Sara and I got together at 
least twice a week to do another picture for Kim, and 
we gradually learned each others bodies. Though she 
never explicitly said it, and Kim never mentioned 
anything even remotely connected on those occasions in 
which we actually talked, I realized Sara loved to be 
bound, but I didn't do anything about doing so until 
after summer break had started.

Freed from the constraints of having to deal with the 
routine of school for seven hours of the day, Sara and 
I spent a lot of our time together, and we did as many 
as four pictures a week, depending on how creative we 
got. Said pictures were starting to make a stack that 
was becoming increasingly difficult to hide, and I had 
to buy another folio to store them in, and then labeled 
it 'Still Lifes' to keep people from taking any overt 
interest in looking at them.

That the pictures were intended for Sara's sister, and 
that they were themselves lovers, didn't seem to bother 
me as much as Sara, or myself, had worried it might. I 
still thought it was odd, yes. I didn't think my 
opinion of the matter was going to change anytime soon 
in that regard, but otherwise, I thought it was just 
fine. The weirdest thing about it was Kim randomly 
offering up some bit of sexual advice for torturing her 
sister, or how to get her off, or just what worked 
really well for getting her worked up.

As far as Sara's apparent fetish, I checked out a few 
knot books from the library, then decided it would 
probably be better to just buy one to avoid the 
botheration of renewing the book every few weeks. I 
spent at least an hour every day practicing various 
knots, which I was fortunately able to do without 
anyone bothering me about it, since there was plenty of 
rope in the garage. I wasn't worried about actually 
drawing the knots, but I practiced that anyway, as 
well.

I also did some limited research online about bondage, 
since there wasn't, as far as I knew, anywhere in town 
or nearby that would be likely to have any information 
about it. There was a sex shop downtown that was the 
only remote possibility, but Sara and I had discovered 
it wasn't even that the one time we were there. We'd 
been able to get in only because I was good friends 
with the day clerk, since neither Sara nor myself were 
yet eighteen at the time.

"Hm. Not much here, is there?" Sara remarked as we 
wandered.

I had to agree. After the initial novelty wore off, 
after about five minutes, it was really quite 
unexciting. Most of it was videos, and if the porn I'd 
found online was any indication of general quality, it 
was better scrounging for it in the digital world and 
not wasting money on it if it ended up being boring. 
Easier to get rid of that way, too.

"Seen anything actually worth looking at yet?" I asked 
her. We were still browsing the videos.

She eyed the shelves, both behind us and before us, 
mouth quirked.

"I haven't seen anything I have any interest in, if 
that's what you mean."

"Oh?" I looked at her, arching a brow and smiling. "And 
what are you looking for?"

She just smiled and started walking again, and I 
chuckled and followed her. We stopped at the back wall, 
which was lined with toys. I don't remember what most 
of them were now, so I'd guess it was most likely 
nothing worthwhile. There was a blowup doll standing in 
the corner, though, which I found highly amusing. How 
could you possibly find fucking a balloon erotic? Sara 
just shook her head at it.

And then we were at the actual toys, vibrators and 
dildos, and Sara took much more interest in these.

"If I weren't willing to wait and let you be the first 
to fuck me properly," she said in an undertone, 
cuddling up to me, "I'd love to have this thing."

'This thing' was a two foot long, double ended black 
dildo that looked to be at least three inches thick. 
Each end of the thing was covered in spiraling black 
nodules, and the center eight inches was smooth ridges, 
obviously meant to be used to hold the thing. She was 
thinking to use it with Kim, apparently.

"We can come back later and get it, if you want."

"You have money right now?"

"Enough to get a few things. If there's anything worth 
getting, anyway. Let's look around a bit more first, 
see what else there is."

I actually had about two hundred dollars on me, since 
I'd run into a guy a few weeks earlier who happened to 
be an art director for one of the local publishers. I'd 
shown him some of my stuff and he'd been impressed, so 
I now had a job, of sorts, illustrating various fiction 
magazines and sometimes a book written by someone in 
the area.

Not that two hundred dollars would get much, judging by 
the prices for most of the stuff. It would be cheaper 
to go to Wal-Mart or something and get a massager from 
there rather than get a vibrator here. I'm sure it 
would be easy enough to make an attachment of some sort 
for a massager that would act as a dildo.

"Oooh!" Sara enthused, looking toward the top of the 
wall. "I want one of those."

I followed her gaze up the wall to see what she was 
looking at.

"A strap-on?"

"For Kim. She and I... um..." She laughed, then buried 
her face in my shoulder, giggling. "God, I don't know 
why it's embarrassing, but it is."

I let her giggle for about a minute, then slid a hand 
down her pants and started working her clit, making her 
gasp and try to pull away. I pulled her back against me 
and kept at it for another minute before stopping, 
leaving her shaking and clutching at the backs of my 
shoulders. I grinned at her.

"God, you're evil. You know too well how sensitive you 
have me all the time anymore."

"Got rid of your giggles, didn't it?"

She laughed and hit my arm, then leaned in close to my 
ear.

"And halfway to cumming, too, you ass. You're going to 
have to remedy that when we get back to the car."

"Deal." I smiled and kissed her. "You were saying?"

"I was saying, yes." She grinned. "Kim and me figured 
out a few years ago she's not interested in guys at 
all, but I am. Which makes me bi, I guess, though I 
haven't seen or met any other women who really get me 
itchy like Kim does. So maybe I'm just bi when it comes 
to her. I don't know. But a couple months after that, 
we decided that once I found a guy I was willing to 
give my technical virginity to, I'd do her the same 
way." She wrapped her arms around my neck and looked up 
at me, then gave me a slow kiss. "Which means you, sir. 
Except for Kim, I can't think of anyone else I'd rather 
do that with."

I smiled and kissed her again, a long one, running my 
hands slowly over her back. She purred and pressed 
against me, then laid her head on my shoulder, smiling.

"God, you make me feel so good," she murmured.

I kissed her eyes and smiled against her forehead.

"You're hinting you want the strap-on?"

"Hm. Maybe." She lifted her head and cast her eyes 
upward again, eyeing the rather limited selection. 
"None of them are very realistically sized, are they?"

I laughed.

"I dunno. That pink one looks to be about the same size 
as me."

"You're right. But it's ugly. Pink?" She shivered. "Kim 
would smack me for fucking her with something like 
that. I'm not even including it in my count."

"What about that black one there at the top?"

"Hm... Maybe." She reached up, having to tip-toe to 
reach it, and pulled it down. She put her hands around 
the fake penis, considering. "It's a little longer than 
you are, but about as thick. It should work. Not keen 
on the glitter, though." She frowned at the fabric, 
picking some of the glitter off with a fingernail. 
"Looks like it can be removed, though, so that's good."

"Getting that, then?"

She nodded, and we continued along the wall. I eyed 
some of the vibrators with skepticism, not seeing how 
they could possibly do anything worthwhile. Sara looked 
longingly at some of them, putting them back 
reluctantly since they were of the dildo variety, 
though she did pick out a butterfly vib for herself and 
Kim.

"Oh, you are soooo evil," Sara muttered as I plucked up 
a vib set, a butterfly and a dildo, that operated by 
remote.

"Won't be able to use one of them for awhile yet, 
though, but it'll be fun once we can."

I grinned and kissed her.

Last up was the end of the wall, where a lone column 
was dedicated to kinkier stuff than dildos, vibs, 
dolls, and videos. Sara immediately added a selection 
of clamps to our purchase pile, miming adjusting her 
halo as she walked back over to me.

"How much do you have?" she asked.

I pulled her in front of me and wrapped my arms around 
her stomach, then slid a hand down her pants and slowly 
worked her clit. She moaned quietly and leaned back 
against me, eyes half closed.

"What we've picked out so far is about half what I 
have, but I want to have some left in case I need it 
for some reason. Why?"

"Wondering." She was starting to shiver, and I slowed 
my fingers so they were just barely moving on her, 
making her moan again, quiet frustration. "I want the 
clamp and chain and weight set, but it's expensive."

I hm'ed, thinking while I kept my fingers working, just 
enough to keep her on the edge. I turned her head and 
gave her a deep kiss, stopping my fingers and pulling 
my hand from her pants again as I did, eliciting a 
muffled moan.

"We can get it later. And we could probably find a 
better one online somewhere."

She kissed me and bit my lip, giving me a hungry look.

"Are we done, then?"

"There anything else you want?"

"We're done, then."

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CHAPTER 11
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She dragged me over to pay, and I looked at the 
packages to see what sort of batteries the vibs took, 
adding some of those to the pile. That done, she 
dragged me back to the car, tossed what we'd bought in 
the back seat after we'd climbed in, then pulled me 
over to her to give me a deep, hungry kiss, shoving my 
hand back down her pants. The hint was subtle enough, 
and I took some of her juices and coated her clit so it 
was nice and slippery, then started flicking it fast 
with my finger.

She moaned loudly into the kiss and came quickly, 
holding me tight to her and scratching at my back, and 
I was glad I had a shirt on. I shifted closer so I had 
a better angle and kept attacking her clit, bringing 
her to another orgasm not even a minute later. Her moan 
was constant now, and she was starting to tremble, but 
not enough that I was willing to stop just yet. Another 
five minutes and she was writhing. I smiled and 
stopped, all at once, and she let out a long, moaning 
sigh, her whole body shaking, then slumped back into 
her seat.

"God... Kim can't even do that to me," she said once 
she'd caught her breath, still shaking.

I grinned, leaning her against me and wrapping my arms 
around her, giving her a kiss.

"How many?"

"Eight. How fast?"

I had somehow managed to glance at the clock on the 
dash before she'd overwhelmed me, and I did so again.

"Six minutes."

She purred, resting against me.

"Still not the record."

"You want to try again?"

"No!" She pulled away quickly and sat up straight, 
running shaky fingers through her hair to straighten 
it. "Not yet. I'd probably pass out if we did that 
again right now."

"All right." I nibbled the side of her neck, then 
reached into the back seat and grabbed my remote vib 
set and a package of batteries. "Let's break one of 
these in instead."

I grinned and pried out the butterfly vib, then stuck 
batteries in it and the remote while Sara lost her 
pants and panties. I leaned over the seat again, 
looking for the bath towel I kept in the car now, since 
situations like this were getting to be a regular 
occurrence and I didn't care for trying to clean the 
seats afterward. I shoved the towel under her, and she 
pulled the vib on and nestled it against her pussy.

I pressed the 'on' button and Sara immediately jumped, 
"Oh fuck!", and started to squirm and shake, then 
arched and dropped her head back as she came, a long, 
shuddery moan escaping her. I turned the vib off after 
a few seconds and she fell back into her seat, panting 
and twitching.

"Ok... This... is not meant... for someone... who is 
hyper-sensitive." She swallowed hard and turned her 
head to look at me. "That one hurt."

"But in a good way, yes?"

I grinned and she laughed weakly.

"In a good way... yes... But it still hurt... It was 
too fast."

"More?"

"You're the one with the remote, mister. I can't stop 
it unless I take the vib off."

"Which you won't."

I smiled devilishly at her, and she shivered and 
whimpered, her hands closing unconsciously.

"Will you let me?"

I turned the vib on for a few seconds, making her 
almost scream and arch up hard. I grinned at her and 
leaned over after the vib was off again, giving her a 
gentle kiss while I cupped her face in my hands.

"Not until I say otherwise, love."

She whimpered and nodded, then pulled her pants back on 
enough to cover her lap before putting her seatbelt on. 
I scooted back over behind the wheel and buckled 
myself, then looked over at her.

"How's a scenic drive sound?"

She whimpered once, shivering as she clutched at the 
towel, closing it in her fists. I grinned and decided 
to drive along the river for a bit, since it wasn't a 
heavily travelled road and would keep the possibility 
of odd questions popping up fairly low. And it was an 
hour trip, one way. I left the vib on for the last 
fifteen minutes of the return trip, which made her pass 
out from the near constant orgasms.

I pulled into the mostly empty area of a big parking 
lot once that happened and cleaned her up, a much 
easier task than it would have been if she'd been aware 
of anything even barely brushing against her clit, 
along with the vib, and then held her. I kissed her 
eyes when she started to stir, and she made a small 
sound.

"Please don't do that again," she whispered, trying 
weakly to push herself into a sitting position. She 
gave up and fell back against me, pressing a hand 
against her lower belly. "I hurt. Unbelievably so. I 
think you're going to have to help me walk once we get 
back to my place."

I frowned against her forehead and brushed her hair 
back, then gave her a gentle kiss.

"I'm sorry. It wasn't meant to make you hurt. You 
should have told me to stop."

"You said I couldn't take the vib off until you said."

"That doesn't preclude telling me to stop, silly girl."

"I know. I wanted to see how much I could handle, too. 
I've never hit my limit before. I guess I just did, and 
I think I'm going to pay for it now." She pressed her 
hand against her belly again and winced a bit. "Kim's 
going to love hearing about this, but I'm going to beat 
her if she even suggests we do anything tonight or 
tomorrow."

"That goes for me too, doesn't it?"

She was quiet, thinking.

"Do you want it to?"

"If doing anything means you'd be hurting, then yes."

She nodded against my shoulder, and I hugged her. We 
were silent for a time, her recovering and me rubbing 
her back.

"You know something?" she asked after a time.

"What's that?"

"I've never cum so much it hurts even just to be turned 
on."

I laughed and I felt her smile into my shoulder, 
nuzzling against my neck.

"Another first, hm?"

"Yeah. You're getting a lot of them, huh?"

I nodded and kissed her, then sat her up straight and 
buckled her in.

"Did you enjoy what we just did?"

"Oh hell yes. Just... please don't make it a regular 
thing? It hurts too much. I like pain sometimes, but 
not this way."

"Deal."

I gave her another kiss and slid over to sit behind the 
wheel again.

"And now for food."

"Oh god yes. I'm starving now, after what you just did 
to me."

I grinned and I took her out to dinner, treating her to 
one of the better restaurants in town.

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CHAPTER 12
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I decided a week before Sara's birthday that it was 
time to test the waters of bondage, in part because my 
parents would be out of town for their anniversary and 
I would have the house to myself and partly because we 
wouldn't be doing any more pictures for Kim after 
Sara's birthday.

We had a lot of rope, several coils each of varying 
lengths. Why, I'm not entirely sure, even with my dad 
liking to camp or go on weekend fishing excursions and 
what not. I grabbed a thirty foot rope, a ten, and a 
few of the five footers, as they were the lengths I 
would be needing.

The thirty was the base, and I could probably have 
gotten away with using a twenty, but I wanted plenty of 
extra length, just in case. I had worked out a somewhat 
complicated web to tie together, which was what the 
thirty foot rope was for. It was mostly out of sight, 
since it was on the underside of my bed, and I spent 
probably an hour tying it in place. When I was done, 
there were eight anchor points I could attach other 
ropes to, one at each corner and one on each side. That 
had been the trickiest part, since I needed that 
particular rope to stay exactly where it was without 
having to worry the knots would slip.

Done with that, I called Sara's. Kim answered.

"Hey ho, Mike! You want Sara?"

I could tell she had a huge grin, and I laughed.

"That's a rhetorical question, don't you think?"

"Yep yep! Should I get her for you?"

I thought a second, considering.

"No. I'll be over to pick her up in a couple minutes 
and bring her back here. Were you able to do like I 
asked?"

"Yep!" She lowered her voice, apparently not wanting to 
be overheard, and I could picture her slouching over 
the phone, her other hand cupped over the mouth piece. 
"If she doesn't go off with a little touch or two, then 
you'll know she probably did it herself. But I'll tell 
her to wait so she doesn't, k?"

"Sounds good. Just tell her it's better if someone else 
is getting you off, and she'll have that if she can 
wait a little bit."

"Done." She was grinning again. "I bet you'll want mom 
gone when you get here, huh?"

"It hadn't crossed my mind, but that might be helpful."

"It shall be done."

I laughed. She was getting better at her imitations of 
the Warcraft 3 characters.

"All right. That's cool. I appreciate your help."

"No problem! It's great fun." She giggled. "Wait about 
ten minutes before leaving, and mom and I should be 
gone when you get here."

"A'ight. See ya."

"Have fun!"

I spent the ten minutes looking for something I could 
use as a blindfold, eventually settling on a dish 
towel, since I couldn't find anything else. I wrapped 
the butterfly vib and its remote in it, then tossed it 
on the passenger seat. I thought a minute, then went 
back in and grabbed a short length of rope, then headed 
over to Sara's.

Her dad was at work, and I didn't see her mom's car, 
which meant Kim had succeeded in getting her out of the 
house for some reason or other. Sara and I greeted each 
other at the front door a lot more intimately than we 
would have had one or both of her parents been there. 
My hands went down the pajama bottoms she was wearing 
and massaged her ass as I pressed her against me. She 
matched it, grinding her hips against me and wrapping a 
leg around me. A deep, tongue-filled kiss accompanied 
this, and we didn't break it for several minutes.

She bit my lip as she pulled back, smiling impishly at 
me. I returned it, sliding a hand down further to press 
between her legs, which she spread a bit more, and 
inserting my middle finger into her sopping pussy. She 
purred contentedly, starting to shake as I worked my 
finger in her a few times, then moved it back a little 
and pressed it, now sufficiently lubed, into her ass. 
She drew in a surprised breath and ground her hips hard 
against me as I worked my finger deeper. I stopped once 
I had my finger in as far as I could get it at that 
angle and let her compose herself. She tried kissing me 
again, but I pulled back, smiling.

"You're going to tease today, aren't you?" she asked, 
flexing her ass and squeezing my finger.

"It had crossed my mind, yes."

She leaned more against me, spreading her legs a bit 
more and angling her ass back, and I worked my finger a 
bit deeper, making her shiver and clutch at me. She 
gasped as I started moving my finger in and out, and 
she bit at my shoulder, moaning and shaking even more. 
She came hard as I shoved my finger back in a second 
time, and she dug her fingers into my back, clutching 
me even closer and biting down hard on my shoulder as 
she cried out.

She trembled as she subsided, sagging, and I had to fix 
my grip on her to support her, which meant working my 
hand more under her and my finger sliding deeper into 
her ass. That made her moan against my neck as she 
caught her breath, and I nibbled her ear, her ass 
spasming on my finger.

"A bit worked up today, I see," I said after a minute, 
smiling against her cheek.

"You have no idea." She nibbled at my neck. "Kim's been 
teasing me since yesterday morning, and I haven't been 
able to get off at all 'cause dad's been home. And then 
Kim snuck into my room last night and teased me even 
more!" She shivered in remembrance, rocking her hips. 
"Then she made me sleep with a clothes pin on my clit 
and told me not to take it off, and that kept me horny 
all fucking night."

I started working my finger in her ass again, which 
made her gasp and sag even more, so I stopped.

"If you want to do that, then we need to get to a bed. 
I can barely stand now."

"Easily solved."

I grinned and fixed my grip on her more solidly, then 
lifted her, burying my finger completely up her ass. 
She cried out, eyes going wide, and clung to me, 
wrapping her legs around my waist. I wiggled my finger 
in her, making her cum again as I carried her upstairs 
to her room. I set her on her bed, finger still in her 
ass, and she worked her pajama bottoms off, pulled her 
top off, then twisted around to lay on her back. She 
spread her legs as wide as she could, then grabbed my 
hand and shoved my pointer finger into her pussy and 
put my thumb on her clit.

She knew what she wanted, obviously, and I obliged, 
working my fingers in her, slowly, but pressed hard on 
her clit to keep her from cumming too soon. She 
whimpered and trembled, arching as she fisted her hands 
in her bed covers.

"Did you take the clothes pin off when you got up?"

"Kim told me not to."

I smiled. Kim apparently enjoyed torturing her sister 
even more than I did. I let up on her clit and started 
moving my fingers faster, then shoved them as deep as I 
could when she came again, making her cry out even 
louder. I wiggled my fingers, having found that kept 
her orgasm going, and she writhed on my fingers, 
moaning and panting. I stilled my fingers as she 
tapered off, and I let her catch her breath before 
asking anything more.

"What else did she do?"

"The wench got in the shower with me!" She started to 
shake again as I began working her clit again, then 
pressed hard on it to keep her from cumming. She 
whimpered as she continued. "We haven't done that in 
years, and she did everything but fuck me." She arched 
slowly and I could feel her tightening on my fingers, 
getting ready to cum again, and I pressed harder on her 
clit, holding her back. I had to keep from moving my 
fingers in her, else it wouldn't have worked at all. 
She cried out and trembled, her voice straining as she 
tried to focus on talking. "And then... she told me not 
to cum... while she took the clothes pin off." She 
squeezed hard on my fingers, whimpering and closing her 
fists tighter on her bed covers. "I was... so close to 
cumming... she had to keep squeezing... for ten 
minutes... so I wouldn't."

I grinned and let up on her clit, starting to rub it 
fast while also moving my fingers in her. She screamed 
as she came, and she arched up, almost shoving my 
fingers out of her in the process. I kept my fingers 
moving and leaned down to suck on one of her nipples. 
Her hands went immediately to my head and she buried 
her fingers in my hair, holding me tight against her 
chest, and she had another orgasm before that one had 
even finished. She shoved my head away as that one 
subsided, then dragged my fingers out of her, gasping 
and out of breath.

"Ok," she panted, letting her legs straighten and slide 
down the bed, trembling. "Need to stop... or I'm 
going... to pass out."

I grinned and lay down beside her, giving her my finger 
that had been in her pussy. She sucked on it greedily, 
cleaning it completely of her juices, and then I 
cuddled against her, kissing her deeply.

"You're not going to have the luxury of being able to 
stop me later."

She turned her head and tried to focus on me, then had 
to pull back to do it.

"Why's that?" She blinked blearily, then realized 
something. "You have something planned for today, don't 
you? Is that why Kim was teasing me so much?"

"Maybe." I grinned.

She laughed weakly and tried hitting me, which wasn't 
very effective, since she was drained of energy from 
her recent orgasms.

"Damn you."

She grabbed me by the hair and pulled me in for a kiss, 
which lasted for several minutes. She cried out as she 
broke the kiss when I slid my hand down her stomach and 
started working her clit, shoving my hand away and 
shaking.

"No! I'm too sensitive!"

"Won't make any difference later."

"Why? What are you planning?"

I just grinned at her.

"You'll find out."

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CHAPTER 13
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I joined Sara in the bathroom, washing my hand while 
she cleaned herself up, then stopped her before she 
could redress. I leaned down to where she sat on the 
toilet and caught her in a kiss, pinching her clit and 
rolling it between my fingers. She cried out, muffled 
by the kiss, and shuddered as I kept working her clit, 
her shaking and her cries increasing as she came again. 
She shoved me away again and sagged against the water 
tank.

"Damn it..." she breathed, catching her breath. "I just 
finished cleaning up, you bastard." She laughed and 
smiled at me. "You're going to keep me drippy all day, 
aren't you?"

"Well, I hadn't been planning on it being all day, but 
I could." I grinned, giving her another kiss. "Wait 
here, just like you are, ok? I'm going to fetch a few 
things."

She nibbled my lip and smiled, and I dashed off to my 
car to fetch the butterfly vib and the rope. I paused a 
moment, then grabbed my make-shift blindfold, as well, 
and hurried back to Sara. I dropped the rope and the 
vib just outside the door to the bathroom. She gave me 
an odd look when she saw the towel.

"A dish towel?" she asked.

"Blindfold. Spur of the moment addition to my plans, so 
I only had about ten minutes to find something before I 
came over here."

She laughed and leaned forward, closing her eyes. I 
wrapped the towel about itself so there were two flaps 
that would cover the lower part of her vision, then 
tied it about her head.

"What else do you have?" she asked while I was doing 
that. "You dropped something in the hall."

I smiled, then bent and cupped her face in my hands, 
giving her a slow kiss.

"You'll find out in a second."

I stepped out, scooped up the rope and the vib, and set 
the vib on the mat that sat just outside the shower. I 
didn't want to make any sound with it that might 
indicate what it was until it was actually on her. I 
doubled the rope and stretched it between my hands, 
estimating. Hopefully it would be long enough for what 
I wanted to do. If not, I'd have to adjust it 
accordingly.

"Ok. Sit up straight, love, and cross your arms in 
front of you, hands to your elbows."

She did as instructed, and I put the loose ends of the 
rope in one of her hands. She grabbed and held, 
furrowing her brow, though she didn't say anything. I 
laid the rope along the crease between her arms, looped 
it around once, under itself, another loop, this time 
over itself, another loop, under itself, until I 
reached the other side of her arms. Just barely enough 
rope, I discovered, and I had to tug the loose ends a 
bit to get enough slack to tie them to the looped end 
of the rope.

"This is new," she said once I'd finished, testing her 
restraints.

I knew she could get out of them if she just pulled her 
arms across, but it would take her a few minutes to get 
them loose enough. I hadn't wound it too tight, since I 
didn't want to cut off her circulation.

"You going to be doing more of this?" she asked, 
smiling, and then frowned slightly, stopped by the rope 
from dropping a hand down.

"Maybe." I ran my fingers over her pussy, making her 
purr and smile again.

"This could be interesting."

I laughed and stood, my knees protesting and popping 
from having knelt on the hard floor for a bit too long. 
I grabbed Sara's elbows and pulled her up so she was 
standing, then spread her legs slightly. She tilted her 
head, trying to see what I was doing, but I knew she 
couldn't. I grinned and put my arms around her waist, 
pressing her against me and kissing her. She purred, 
and I could feel her trying to put her arms around me, 
then she pulled out of the kiss and laughed.

"I think you've officially discovered a new level of 
devilishness, Mike. I didn't think there was anything 
that could get me hotter faster than you can normally, 
but you found it."

I laughed and grinned, running my fingers over her ass 
and making her shiver.

"Oh really?"

"Yes really."

"Should I test that and find out?"

She smiled even more and 'mm'ed, leaning in close to my 
ear.

"Do you want to?" she whispered, then nibbled my 
earlobe.

I turned and nibbled the side of her neck, moving 
closer to her.

"Is that an invitation?" I whispered back, slipping my 
arms closer about her.

She 'mm'ed again, more sultry this time, and rocked her 
hips against me.

"Do you want it to be?" She grinned and bit the side of 
my neck, her breath heavy.

I sucked her earlobe, dropping my hands to her ass 
again and pressing her hard against me, matching her 
rocking and whispering in her ear again.

"You keep this up, I'm just going to carry you back to 
your room and take you like this."

Her breath caught, and she bit my shoulder, moaning and 
shaking against me, her breath ragged. I nibbled her 
neck, waiting.

"My god..." she managed after a minute, trembling 
still. "You never even fucking touched me and you made 
me cum. God." She rubbed her head against my shoulder, 
working the blindfold off, then shook it away and 
looked at me, amazed. "What the hell have you done to 
me?"

I laughed, smiling, chagrined, and ran my hands over 
her ass, looking at her and thinking. I hadn't been 
expecting that at all.

"That wasn't planned at all," I said after a moment, 
running my hands up her back and kissing her. "You 
really did cum because of that?"

"Yes. And I need more. I need you. Fuck what you had 
planned for today. Fuck what we agreed on. Take me. 
Please. We've been teasing other so damn much the last 
few months. If you can do that to me without even 
touching me..." She tried lifting her arms and growled 
in frustration, then looked me in the eyes, beseeching. 
"Or are you going to keep torturing me?"

I held her gaze, thinking. She waited, and it occurred 
to me that she would willingly wait for as long as it 
took me to reach a decision. Immediately on the heels 
of that was the realization of just how much I did love 
her, and I smiled, lifting one hand to her face and 
giving her a very long, slow kiss. She purred softly, 
trying again to raise her arms, to put around my neck, 
I guess, but settled for pressing against me. I 
massaged the back of her neck, working slowly down, 
then just wrapped my arms around her and held her while 
we kissed.

A long string of further kisses followed the first, 
gradually tapering off but not stopping completely. She 
slid her cheek along mine 'til she was by my ear, then 
kissed and nibbled my earlobe again.

"Please, Mike..." she whispered.

I kissed along her jaw line to her mouth again, then 
brushed one hand over her cheek, looking at her.

"I think maybe we can do both," I said, a small, 
mischievous smile on my face.

She blinked, furrowing her brow.

"How so?"

"Do you trust me?"

She made a disparaging sound.

"Don't ask questions you already know the answer to, 
Mike."

I kissed her lightly.

"We can do both. I can take you today and we'll still 
be able to stick with what we agreed to."

"Don't torture me, damnit!"

"Sshh." I hugged her, kissing again. "I'm sorry. Just 
trust me. You'll enjoy this."

She frowned, furrowing her brow even more while she 
stared at me.

"Fucking hell." She kicked my leg. "God damnit. If I 
had any doubts about you, I'd say just untie me now, 
but you're so... you're so god damn GOOD. You had 
better make this worth it, mister. I'm so damned antsy 
for next week it's horrible."

I laughed, hugging her tight and kissing her deeply. 
She answered the kiss greedily, nibbling my lip and 
trying, again, to do something with her arms. She 
growled into the kiss and wrapped a leg around me 
instead. I bit her lip as I pulled back, grinning.

"It will be worth it, love. I can guarantee that."

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CHAPTER 14
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I picked up my makeshift blindfold and put it on her 
again. I paused when she murmured my name as I was 
stepping back.

"Hm?"

"C'm'ere again."

I did, putting my arms around her and holding her. She 
found my mouth with hers after a fractional amount of 
orientation and gave me a gentle kiss.

"I love you," she said softly. "I know I don't say it 
much, but I do. And I'm sorry about snapping. I'm just 
so damn antsy. I want it to be next week and we can 
actually fuck."

I smiled and returned her kiss, lifting the blindfold 
so we could see each other.

"It's ok, love. I'm just as antsy as you are, and I was 
serious about dragging you into your room and taking 
you now. If you hadn't cum just then, I would have."

"God damnit! Fuck!" She beat her head on my shoulder, 
crying out in frustration, then looked back up at me. 
"You're going to have to make this doubly worth it now, 
for telling me that. Bastard." She wriggled her arms 
hopelessly. "You'd better be running high on creativity 
today, 'cause you've got a lot to make up for."

She cursed and swore, and I laughed, silencing her with 
a kiss. She kissed back hungrily, and I slid the 
blindfold back down, then ran a hand down her stomach 
to between her legs. She purred as I started rubbing 
her clit, and I clasped her tighter to keep her 
upright. She was trying to free her arms again so she 
could cling to me, and then started to make a move to 
put a leg around me, stopping when she realized she 
needed it for balance.

She kissed more frantically as I worked her clit 
faster, moaning and whimpering as I drove her toward 
orgasm. I moved my hand to the back of her head and 
held her in place, deepening the kiss as I pushed her 
closer to the edge. She started shaking, trying harder 
to get her arms free as she fought not to cum so she 
wouldn't collapse. I adjusted the angle of my hand and 
pinched her clit, as hard as I could, making her gasp 
and scream into the kiss.

I grinned as I pulled back, and she panted and shook 
while I rolled her clit between my fingers, still 
pinching hard. She fought to stay standing.

"Think you can cum without falling down?"

"Not if you keep making it build like you are," she 
said in a rush. She strained against her bonds, shaking 
even more and clenching her jaw.

I grinned even more, releasing her clit suddenly and 
flicking my finger over it, fast. She gasped and cried 
out, and I grabbed her as she started to buckle, 
holding her tight against me. I could feel more of her 
juices leaking out of her as she came, warmer, and I 
gathered more of her wetness to put to put on her clit, 
a marginal let up in my attack. I kept flicking my 
finger on her clit for another few minutes until she 
was shaking too much for me to be able to hold onto 
anymore, and I lowered her gently to sit on the toilet 
again. She was breathing heavily, trying to catch her 
breath.

"Ok," she panted. "Maybe... you can... make up for it."

I smiled against her neck and nibbled.

"How many was that?"

"An even ten."

"I think that's a new record. That was only about four 
minutes."

She laughed weakly.

"I think it's the ropes." She shook her head violently, 
trying to dislodge the blindfold, then cursed and 
leaned back. "Oh crap. That was a bad idea."

"Light headed?"

"Just a small bit."

I leaned forward and lightly kissed her nipples, 
sucking on them and making her gasp and arch her back. 
I bit each one, then kissed down her stomach, pulling 
her forward a bit and spreading her legs. She moaned 
when she realized what I intended to do.

"Oh god. Please no."

I smiled and kissed either side of her pussy, but 
didn't pull back.

"Why not?" I blew air over her still hard clit, making 
her shiver.

"I'm too sensitive!"

I grinned.

"I did tell you that wouldn't make any difference 
later. And it is later. And your clit looks like it 
still wants some more attention, with as hard as it 
is."

She cried out, a pleading sound, and then gasped and 
cried out even louder as I sucked her clit into my 
mouth. I circled and flicked my tongue on her, and she 
started shaking almost immediately, then came a few 
seconds later, screaming. I opened my mouth more to 
cover her whole pussy, catching her outflow while I 
continued to torture her clit with my tongue. She came 
again after only a couple of seconds, then thought to 
plant her feet on my shoulders and push me away.

She was panting heavily and quaking all over, her pussy 
still spasming with climax, and she had her head back. 
A fine sheen of sweat covered her, and I ran my fingers 
lighty along her thighs, making her shiver, then took 
her feet and planted them on the floor again, making 
her tense. She relaxed when I closed her legs and moved 
up her body to give her a kiss, feeding her, her 
juices. I slid my arms around her, holding her while we 
kissed and swirled her sweetness between us.

"Definitely running high on creativity today," she said 
after I'd pulled back, then laughed. She was still 
breathless. "What else do you have planned?"

"If we ever manage to actually leave the bathroom 
here?" I asked, laughing.

She smiled and made a 'yes' sound.

"Back to my place for a bit of fun that'll hopefully be 
even more enjoyable than what we've been doing so far."

"That's possible?" She laughed, short lived because she 
was still trying to catch her breath.

"If the last hour is any indication, I think you're 
going to be quite overwhelmed." I laughed. "Except you-
" I kissed her. "-are going to have to get cleaned up 
again, and then I'll take you out for something to eat, 
'cause you are definitely going to need the energy."

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CHAPTER 15
==========

I lifted her to her feet, which she managed shakily, 
and started the shower, letting it run until the water 
was just so, then stripped myself and guided her in, 
making sure to keep her from stepping on the vib 
sitting on the mat. She leaned against me contentedly 
as I washed her, saying nothing about still being 
blindfolded or having her arms tied. I turned her 
around to stand facing the stream of water from the 
shower head and lifted one of her legs, setting her 
foot on the edge of the tub. I rested the cloth I was 
using against her stomach, holding her against me and 
kissing the side of her neck.

"Think you can handle having me clean you?" I asked, 
turning her face to mine and kissing her.

"Mm... Just don't use the cloth. Too rough and I'm too 
sensitive. I'd fall down the instant it hit my clit."

She smiled and kissed me as I laughed.

"Should I find a clothes pin, then?"

"No. Just be slow. I'll enjoy it plenty that way, so 
long as you don't make me cum again. I can't take any 
more just yet."

"I can't make any guarantees, but I can certainly try."

"Good. If you're getting me too close, I'll tell you."

I gave her a kiss for agreement, dropping the cloth and 
running my hands down between her legs. She shifted her 
legs further apart and leaned back against me more so 
I'd have better access, and I set about cleaning her 
up, spreading her pussy and angling my arm so the water 
flowed over it, using my other hand to rub her clean. 
The whole process took probably twenty minutes, since 
she was still very turned on and leaking copiously. 
Though that was probably due to me paying more 
attention to her clit and keeping her locked in a kiss 
than to actually cleaning her up.

But she was eventually clean, and I turned her around 
to do the same with her backside. I turned off the 
shower and then held her, one arm around her waist and 
running my fingers up and down her back with the other. 
She laid her head on my shoulder, purring quietly, and 
I put my cheek against hers, smiling.

"I love you," I said, moving and lightly kissing the 
corner of her mouth.

She smiled and lifted her head slowly.

"You're going to put me to sleep, mister, if we don't 
get moving again. I want to see what devilishness you 
have planned for today. Or experience it, actually."

She grinned and laughed, and I did the same, kissing 
her, then helped her out of the shower. I'd forgotten 
about the vib and she stepped on the remote, making it 
turn on. She paused, looking down blindly at the floor 
at the whisper quiet buzz.

"Is that what I think it is?" she asked, lifting her 
other foot out of the tub and setting it down 
carefully.

I leaned down and picked up the remote, turning the 
thing off, then stepped out after her.

"Maybe," I said, smiling. There was no way I could fool 
myself into thinking she'd mistake that sort of 'maybe' 
to mean anything else.

"Oh god..." She looked around, trying to find me. 
"You're not seriously going to have me wear that with 
as sensitive as I am now, are you?"

I considered, pulling a towel of the rack and starting 
to dry her off. She turned her head to follow my 
movements, more out of habit than because she could see 
me. I stood in front of her as I finished her legs and 
put my hands on her waist, holding her close.

"I hadn't been expecting we'd end up fooling around as 
much as we have when I came to pick you up," I said.

I was beginning to learn giving an indirect answer 
would give a better insight into what she was and 
wasn't willing to do, depending on how she answered. 
Most times when she wanted to stop at a certain point, 
she'd give a flat no or something similar, and when she 
was wanting to see what would happen, would give an 
indirect answer herself. Now was one of those times I 
didn't think would be good to push for something I knew 
drove her to overload fairly quickly, considering what 
else I had planned for the day and how she had reacted 
to even just being blindfolded and having her arms 
bound.

I slipped my arms around her waist while I waited. She 
turned her head and looked down at the floor, the 
general area where the vib was sitting, then turned 
back to me.

"I'm not going to have my arms tied up with that on, am 
I?"

How to answer that? It would be entertaining, but would 
make it difficult to explain in public without it being 
awkward. But then, with how easy it was to get her off 
even with just the very light bondage she was still in, 
it would overload her too quickly and put a serious 
damper on my plans. But then, it would be fun to see 
how much she could handle, and she seemed more than 
willing to go along with what I had planned, since she 
seemed to have picked up on it meaning getting tied up 
more.

I pondered, then decided to adjust my plans a bit. It 
was good I didn't have anything solid set down beyond 
tying her up, so that made it easy.

"Not while we're out," I answered finally.

"Good," she leaned forward and bit the side of my neck, 
then grinned. "Just go easy, ok? I am EXTREMELY 
sensitive now, thanks to you, and you know how easily 
that thing gets me off."

"Done."

I grinned and kissed her, nibbling her lip, then knelt 
and grabbed the vib, lifting her feet in turn to run 
the straps over them. I pulled the vib up, then stopped 
after spreading her legs a bit to make it easier to 
settle the thing, eyeing her pussy. I couldn't resist 
and grabbed her ass, pulling her forward and burying my 
face between her legs. She gasped and screamed as my 
tongue hit her clit, and she started shaking almost 
immediately. I stopped after a few seconds, leaving her 
trembling and about to collapse.

"God damnit, you. You're having way too much fun with 
me being tied up."

She was grinning, and I bit just above her pussy, 
making her draw in a sharp breath. I pulled the vib's 
straps the rest of the way up and settled it against 
her pussy, adjusted the straps, then stood and kissed 
her, grinning as I pulled her blindfold off.

"I'm only starting."

She laughed, squinting at me until her eyes adjusted to 
the sudden light.

"Really now."

"Really."

I nibbled her lip, then dried myself off and untied 
her. She extended her arms slowly, flexing them until 
they were willing to cooperate more fully, then shoved 
me against the wall and pressed herself against me. She 
was smiling as she put her arms around my neck and 
wrapped a leg around me. We looked at each other, her 
running her foot up and down my calf.

"You've managed to surprise me today," she said after a 
moment. "And I love how you have." She kissed me and 
bit my lip, looking at me through half-closed eyes. 
"You're going to have to make this a regular thing now, 
you know."

I laughed and grinned at her.

"You really think this would be just a one time thing?"

"With you?" She laughed. "I can never tell. You always 
manage to catch me off guard and push a new button 
every time you bring something back up." She ground her 
hips against me, leaning in closer. "Though that 
doesn't ever seem to be a problem, does it?"

"Not with you," I said, and then we were kissing, hot 
and hungry.

She pressed herself harder against me, rocking against 
me even more and shoving me down the wall. I obliged, 
and she sat on my lap, straddling me and wrapping her 
legs around me, using the added leverage to grind even 
harder. The vib was in the way, and it hurt, so I had 
to stop her.

"What?" she demanded, exasperated.

"Vib. It hurts when you do that."

She made a sound in her throat, annoyance, most likely, 
and lifted up as she grabbed my cock. It took me a 
second to realize what she was aiming to do, and I 
grabbed her hand as she started to lower herself, 
stopping her.

"What!?"

We looked at each other, both of us breathing heavily 
and not moving. I was having a hard time thinking, most 
of me wanting to just let things go and let happen 
whatever would. Part of me wanted to have our first 
time be more happily remembered than being too lusty 
and screwing on the bathroom floor. That smaller part 
of me, the thinking part, registered that Sara seemed 
to be having about the same thoughts, and the more we 
sat poised, the more that thinking part took over.

"Are you serious about wanting it today?" I asked after 
I don't know how long. "Because if you are, I'll gladly 
change what I had planned. Just I don't want it to be 
here in the bathroom, you know?"

She watched me, and I noticed small twitches starting 
in her legs from holding herself for so long in such an 
awkward pose. She eventually shifted back a bit and 
lowered herself slowly, not on me, relaxing against me 
and returning her arms to around my neck. She pressed 
herself against me, kissing me tenderly.

"Please..." she said quietly, a beseeching look on her 
face.

I nodded and slid a hand up to the back of her neck, 
pulling her forward and giving her a gentle kiss, then 
looked at her.

"Ok."

She smiled, shaking as she started to cry, and she 
kissed me happily, not letting up, then hugged me 
tight. I held her, smiling against her neck and playing 
my fingers over the back of her neck. She sniffled and 
pulled back to look at me, wiping her eyes, and then 
kissed me again.

"You're right. The bathroom floor wouldn't be the best 
place for it." She laughed a bit, then immediately went 
back to hugging me.

I waited until she had calmed down a bit, then slid my 
hands down to her waist as she straightened up. I 
lifted one hand and traced my fingers over her cheek, 
smiling at her.

"Can I make one request?"

"Hm?"

"Don't tell Kim. Surprise her with a birthday fuck, if 
you can."

She laughed, almost falling over, and she had to lean 
against me again. She kissed me, still laughing.

"God, Mike. She's going to notice right off the next 
time she and I do anything, especially if she wants to 
eat me. There's no way I'd be able to keep it from her, 
and she'd be miffed that I'd even try."

I laughed.

"All right. It was a thought. I guess the pictures will 
be surprise enough."

She smiled, nestling against me as she kissed me.

"Quite. Now where are we going to do this?"

I smiled, cupping her face in my hands and caressing 
her cheeks with my thumbs. I kissed her, a long and 
gentle one.

"My place. I don't know how long Kim's going to be able 
to keep your mom away, and I don't want to be caught by 
your dad if he comes home while we're absorbed in each 
other."

She started at mention of her dad and swore, then stood 
hurriedly.

"What?"

"Today's his short day, and I have literally no idea 
how long we've been in here."

She rushed out of the bathroom, and I blinked after 
her. I dropped my hands, one landing on the vib remote. 
I laughed as I heard Sara cry out and stumble in the 
hall, swearing and moaning. I waited a few seconds, 
long enough to know she'd cum, then turned the vib off.

"You bastard!" she called at me, and I heard the 
tremble as she laughed.

I chuckled and dressed, then pocketed the vib remote, 
wrung out the towel blindfold, and coiled the rope in 
one hand.

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CHAPTER 16
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It was good the vib was so quiet. Sara's reactions, on 
the other hand, usually weren't, and I kept the teasing 
with it to a minimum because of that. Also because I 
didn't want to overload her with it. I wanted her to 
have enough energy and willingness for later.

I also kept the teasing with it fairly low because she 
was wearing a short dress, knee length, a loose shirt, 
and no bra or panties. She only smiled when I gave her 
a questioning look about it and I left it at that. I 
was beginning to think she had an exhibitionist streak, 
as well.

After lunch, which was quite large on her part, given 
how much energy she'd used already, we went to the 
movies and caught a matinee showing. Not because there 
was anything worth seeing, mind you. I wanted to tease 
Sara for a while longer and get her worked up some 
more. She had no arguments at all, and we got tickets 
for one of those stupid comedies that only stay in the 
theater for a month before it gets pulled for something 
that will make more money.

There was another couple in the theater when we got 
there, apparently having the same idea we did. Sara 
blew a kiss to the woman when she looked over at us, 
and I laughed when she returned it. I couldn't resist 
and turned the vib on, and Sara cried out, clutching at 
me and almost falling down. The other woman's eyes 
widened as I flashed her the remote and then she 
grinned at me, her boyfriend turning around at Sara's 
cry. I turned the vib off and saluted the two, grinning 
and guiding a still trembling Sara to a seat while she 
smiled and muttered "Bastard." at me.

Needless to say, I don't remember anything about the 
movie other than it was consistently loud enough to 
safely use the vib somewhat frequently without Sara's 
cries being too noticeable. I tried to keep her close 
to cumming without actually pushing her over, but I was 
getting too excited and she was too sensitive, so she 
ended up climaxing several times, even just from 
working her nipples. Not that that was bad, but it did 
curb the intensity a little. For all of a few minutes, 
and then Sara regained her enthusiasm and then some.

Toward the end of the movie I locked her in a kiss and 
turned the vib on for a few minutes, muffling her with 
my mouth while she writhed and trembled. She slid a 
hand down my shorts and grabbed hold of me while I did 
this, and she desperately jerked me off, trying to 
distract herself from the vib. Somehow I managed not to 
cum, and I turned the vib off and pulled her hand off 
me before she could make me. She fell back in her seat, 
panting, and I held her while she recovered, playing 
with her breasts and nipples.

"Know what?" Sara asked while we sat as the credits 
rolled, resting before we attempted leaving.

"You have a big wet spot on the back of your dress 
now?"

She laughed and hit me lightly.

"Probably, thanks to you. But not that. I realized 
something." She straightened up and looked behind us. 
"Oooh! Looks like we have some shared thoughts going 
on."

I looked back as well and laughed. The woman we had 
seen earlier was walking down the aisle toward us, and 
she smiled as she got closer. Pretty, now that I was 
actually looking at her. She had a very loose 
sweatshirt on, obviously too large for her, and it fell 
open as she leaned over to talk with us, giving the two 
of us full view down the front to oogle her bare 
breasts, which she didn't seem to mind at all. Sara 
held out her hand.

"Sara," she grinned.

"Cindy," the woman said, taking Sara's hand and smiling 
coyly. She turned Sara's hand over and kissed her palm. 
"You open to getting together sometime?"

"If it's just you and me."

"Of course."

Cindy turned Sara's hand over again and wrote her name 
and a phone number. Sara pulled her closer, leaning 
forward herself, and caught her in a kiss. It lasted 
for several minutes, and Cindy let out a pleased hum 
when she pulled back, smiling.

"Not shy, either. I like that." She grinned and kissed 
air at Sara. "Call me." Then she turned and headed back 
to her boyfriend, swaying her hips.

I raised my brows at Sara.

"That was the realization, I take it?"

Sara purred and made a 'yes' noise, tracking Cindy with 
her eyes as she left the theater. She dropped a hand 
into my lap and squeezed me hard, then started jerking 
and kissing me hungrily.

"Let's go. Now I'm doubly itchy, and your teasing has 
only made me worse. At this point, I don't think I'll 
be satisfied until you've made me pass out."

She grinned at me and I laughed, pressing her back 
against her seat and giving her a deep kiss.

"You serious about a date with her?"

"Oh hell yes. Though most of it's probably just that 
you've got me so damned horny, but she was attractive, 
and certainly not shy about anything."

"Not like you were either."

She grinned and bit my lip.

"You can't tell me you wouldn't have done the same, 
with how she looked at us when we came in and when she 
walked up just now. And I know you definitely didn't 
mind watching me kiss her."

I laughed and stood, pulling her up with me. I slipped 
my hands down her back to her ass. I grinned.

"Mm. Definitely a wet spot."

"It's your fault!" She laughed and hit me. "Get your 
ass moving. We need to get back to your place and we 
need to get there NOW!"

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CHAPTER 17
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I blindfolded her again when we got to my place, the 
dish towel having dried long before in the oven heat 
all closed cars create in the summer. She accepted it 
without aversion and I guided her into the house from 
the car. Front door safely closed, I stripped her, 
leaving the vib where it was, and draped her shirt and 
skirt over my shoulders.

I paused a moment to admire her, her head bowed 
slightly, hands clasped behind her back, legs spread 
slightly. God, but she was gorgeous.

I knelt, tracing my fingers lightly over her skin, 
working up from her ankles. I circled her knee-caps, 
then worked up and down her thighs, ran my finger tips 
teasingly up her sides and over her arms. She didn't 
move, only started trembling as I continued to tease 
her with my fingers, running them across her shoulders, 
weaving lines gradually down her chest and over her 
breasts to circle her nipples. They hardened even more 
as I did this, matched by her breathing getting more 
ragged. She was shivering uncontrollably now.

"Can I cum?" she whispered.

I smiled and continued circling my fingers around her 
nipples, not quite touching them.

"Not yet," I whispered back, and then pinched her 
nipples, rolling them slowly.

She drew in a sharp breath and whimpered, her shaking 
increasing even further as she tightened her thighs and 
stomach to avoid climax. I kept at it for another 
several seconds, long enough to know she was tensing 
everything as much as she possibly could to hold off 
orgasm, and then released her nipples. She gasped and 
whimpered, panting as I trickled my fingers down her 
stomach. Her skin fluttered wherever I touched, and I 
paused for a minute when I reached her hips again, 
holding her there while I knelt in front of her. She 
needed to fall back a bit before I could do any more 
without her cumming.

"Don't cum," I whispered to her.

She made a pained whimper as I moved forward, then 
kissed her, slowly, just above her pussy. She drew in a 
breath, and I kissed her again, a little higher, and 
worked my way up her stomach. I stopped in my ascent 
when I came level with her breasts, kissing across each 
to her nipples, which I sucked gently, working my 
tongue over them as I did. She was trembling and 
completely tensed when I started kissing upward again. 
She purred and tilted her head back as I reached her 
throat, and then I caught her in a very slow, tender 
kiss.

I slid my hands from her hips around behind her to 
under her ass as she ran her own up my arms and locked 
her arms around my neck. I pulled her against me, 
reached into my pocket with the remote for the vib, 
then put my hand back, cradling her ass. She settled 
against my hands and tightened her grip on my neck, 
apparently anticipating what I was going to do. She 
lifted her legs and wrapped them around my waist, 
clinging more tightly to me as I shifted my hands to 
hold her more easily. Awkward, but I wasn't planning to 
hold her like that for long.

"Shoulder," I breathed into her ear as I kissed her 
earlobe. "Bite."

She nodded and bowed her head forward, biting my 
shoulder through her shirt. I waited a few seconds, 
kissing just below her ear. She was starting to get 
heavy, but I wanted to tease her a bit, build her 
anticipation a little more before starting to move.

"Now you can cum," I whispered, lightly biting the side 
of her neck as I turned the vib on.

She tensed immediately and then shuddered, screaming 
into my shoulder as she came, muffled by her shirt and 
mine. She continued to moan and whimper loudly as the 
vib tormented her, shaking and biting my shoulder, and 
I waited until she came again before starting to walk. 
She crushed herself against me as I headed to my room, 
and I turned the vib off as I fell forward onto my bed. 
She dropped her head back and panted, catching her 
breath, and I lightly kissed along her neck and throat 
while she recovered and relaxed her grip on me.

"You... are so... fucking... evil."

I laughed and lifted up to look at her, then kissed 
her, caressing my fingers over her cheek and brushing 
her hair back.

"I haven't even started, love."

"Oh god..." She swiveled her head so she was facing me 
more directly. "What... do you... have planned?"

"Are you willing to be tied up again? More completely 
this time?"

"Oh god..."

She clutched at me more tightly as she trembled through 
another orgasm. She bit at my shoulder again, 
whimpering while she came down, then fell back again.

"Is that answer enough?" she asked breathlessly while 
laughing weakly, and I grinned. She knew full well it 
was.

I gave her another kiss, then positioned her on the 
bed, putting a folded towel under her ass. Towels were 
becoming a definite must wherever we went anymore. I 
tied her hands first, lifting them above her head and 
fixing them to the anchor point at the head of the bed, 
then lifted her legs, looped ropes around her knees. I 
drew them tight, spreading her legs as far as I dared 
without making her uncomfortable, then fixed the ropes 
to the anchors on the side of the bed. Fixing ropes to 
the two corner anchors at the foot of the bed, I tied 
her hips down with those.

Finished, I stepped back. I definitely needed to draw 
this. Kim would very likely get a kick out of it, and 
it would be a perfect opportunity to torture Sara for a 
little bit longer. I grabbed a clothespin, shifted the 
vib a little, then fixed it to her clit. She gasped and 
started trembling, trying to rock her hips or bring her 
hands down or even move. She lifted her head.

"What are you doing?" she demanded.

"Drawing," I answered innocently. "I want you to be 
quiet while I do. Or as quiet as you can be."

"Oh shit. You're not-"

She gave a loud cry as I turned the vib on and began 
trembling violently, pulling tight against her bonds. 
I'm sure if she'd been able, she'd have curled up and 
been screaming into the blanket by now, but the ropes 
held. I grinned as she shook, squirming as much as she 
was able and breathing hard through clenched teeth, 
moaning and whimpering with her head thrown back.

I grabbed a big sheet of paper, a pen, and an empty 
folio to draw on and began drawing. It was more a quick 
sketch than a drawing, since I didn't want to spend too 
long on it, but I stopped after only a few minutes as 
Sara tensed, shaking violently, and then screamed as 
she came. Hard. I blinked and turned the vib off. That 
was a definite first. She'd NEVER cum before with her 
clit pinched like that. It took her several minutes for 
her to catch her breath enough to speak, lax in her 
bonds but twitching every time she was hit with an 
aftershock.

"Do not EVER make me cum like that again." Definitely 
not happy. I made note to never to do that to her 
again. At least not anytime soon, anyway. "That hurt. A 
lot. And I don't want to be fucked by the damn vib. I 
need you. Finish the fucking drawing and take me. Own 
me. Make me yours."

I set the folio, drawing, and pen aside briefly, laying 
alongside her and holding her while I gave her a slow 
kiss. I ran a hand over her sweaty chest and breasts 
while I did, making her purr and arch up.

"And you had better not be wearing anything when you 
do, mister," she said as I pulled back.

"No worries, love," I answered, smiling and kissing 
each of her nipples.

She jerked sharply as I turned the vib on again, almost 
screaming, and I wandered leisurely back to my drawing, 
turning the vib off.

"Michael..." she panted, falling back against the bed. 
"You're going to torture me, aren't you?"

"Hm... I had been planning on something to that effect 
today." I was grinning, and I knew she would notice 
just by the tone of my voice.

"Fucking bas-"

She screamed again as the vib came on, straining 
against the ropes again and shaking. I turned it off 
again after about a minute, letting her cool down a 
little. I repeated the torture until the drawing was 
done, which was about twenty minutes more. I scanned it 
over, satisfied with it, then set it aside and 
stripped. I climbed onto the bed and lay on Sara, 
holding her and kissing her. I lifted the blindfold 
from her eyes and traced my fingers over her face. We 
looked at each other, her face softening as my fingers 
moved, and I kissed her gently.

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CHAPTER 18
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"Are you ready?" I asked softly.

"Take the vib and the clothes pin off and I will be," 
she whispered back, then leaned up and kissed me. "And 
leave my legs untied. I want to be able to hold you."

"What about your arms?"

I glanced up at them, then back at her. She tilted her 
head and looked up the bed to where her hands were 
bound, thinking, then turned back to me and shook her 
head.

"It... After. I only want to be completely untied 
after. I can't explain it right now. Just want to be 
restrained for this."

I nodded and gave her a slow kiss, then worked down her 
body, kissing and tracing my fingers over her skin. I 
looked up as I reached the juncture of her legs and saw 
she was watching me. I smiled at her and took the top 
of the clothes pin between my teeth. She tensed 
everything as she drew in a breath and held it, and I 
slowly pulled the clothes pin off. She shivered and 
gasped as it unlatched completely, and I let it drop as 
I started kissing her thighs.

"God, Mike," she breathed. "Stop. Please. I can't hold 
back if you keep doing that. I don't want to cum yet."

I smiled against her leg, then kissed each of her 
thighs again before pulling away and untying the ropes. 
She slid her legs slowly down the bed to get rid of the 
stiffness while I ran my fingers up and down them. I 
leaned down after a few minutes and kissed her stomach, 
latching my fingers through the straps of the vib and 
pulling it down. I dropped it on the floor, making a 
mental note to clean it later, then crawled back up the 
bed and lay on Sara again. She wrapped her legs around 
my waist as I settled myself against her pussy, and we 
rocked slowly against each other.

"Take me," she said quietly, kissing me. "Own me. I 
want to be yours."

Obviously, her 'own me' statements weren't registering 
at all, else I'd have probably been a little weirded 
out at the time. As it was, I was too intent on her and 
what we were doing to register anything beyond the 
'fuck me already' overtones of what she was saying.

That and nervous beyond belief. I'd been able to hide 
my lack of experience before now through sheer 
inventiveness and the ability to shut out higher 
thought once things got going, a survival trait of 
artists, I've noticed, when we get lost in working on a 
piece. But this... This was an entirely different and 
much larger step on the intimacy ladder, and I was 
afraid I'd not live up to expectations. Of all times to 
start thinking again.

How to turn it off again?

I was worked up as all hell, and her grinding against 
me wasn't helping at all. I had to pull back to keep it 
from putting me over, and she whimpered as I did. I 
'ssshhh'ed and quieted her with a kiss, making it slow 
and gentle, and as I put my love for her into that 
single show of affection, I realized her trembling was 
subsiding. I hadn't even noticed she had been, and I 
narrowed my focus to just the kiss, losing myself in it 
and her own nervousness eased.

I settled against her again and she purred into my 
mouth, locking her legs around my waist again. We 
started rocking against each other, a slow, steady 
rhythm, and I was lost. There was nothing but her, only 
Sara and pleasing her. I was gone, subsumed.

I have no idea how long I held to her like that as we 
kissed and rocked, but it was beautiful. There's no 
other word for it. But at the same time, there are no 
words for it. They are an utter failure for such an 
experience. There was no longer any 'me.' I simply was, 
nothing more than my love for her. Worshipping her, I 
suppose would be a good way of describing it, but it 
was both beyond that and entirely unlike it.

I don't remember any of what I did while I was like 
that, other than knowing I was completely aware of her 
every nuance and I never ceased kissing her. I don't 
remember when she slipped into the same state, except 
it was like a meshing together, locking into unison and 
becoming one for a single, eternal moment. I pulled 
back a little, never breaking the kiss, and slid a hand 
down between us to position myself. I was thoroughly 
slicked with her juices and my own, which was 
unimportant. A simple act. Instinctual. I knew where to 
go, where to stop, and I shifted my position a small 
bit for better entry, and then pushed slowly forward.

She moaned into my mouth as I did, tightening her legs 
around me and pulling me in, and I stopped after 
sliding in only a small bit. She whimpered as I moved 
my hand back up and wrapped my arms around her, and 
then she rocked her hips up as she tightened her legs 
more, driving me into her.

I had been on the edge already, and sliding into her, 
feeling her virginity go with that fluid motion, and 
her muffled cry into my mouth put me over. I buried 
myself as far as I could in her, clutching her as she 
held her legs tight about me, and she shivered and 
moaned as she felt me cum. I broke the kiss as my 
orgasm subsided, gasping and burying my face against 
her neck. She squeezed my cock with her pussy while she 
kissed my neck, keeping me hard. How she knew that 
trick I have no idea, and she's never really explained.

I lightly kissed the side of her neck when I'd come 
back to myself, making my way up to her mouth again, 
then looked at her.

"I'm sorry," I said, kissing her again. "I had been 
wanting to last a bit longer than that."

She shook her head and smiled, eyes sparkling with 
tears. There were wet trails down the side of her face.

"No. It's ok. Honestly. I had been hoping it 
wouldn't... that we'd be able to cum together, but it 
hurt too much. Which is why I'm not letting you move 
right now." She locked her legs more firmly around me. 
"It still hurts, but it's fading." She kissed me, a 
lovingly gentle one. "And I didn't want you to last 
very long. I needed you, need you, in everything." She 
kissed me again. "Please believe me. I wanted this, no 
matter how it went."

I smiled, holding her tight in a hug, burying my face 
against her neck again, then lifted back to look at her 
again.

"I know. I wanted it to be better than this, though."

She laughed, shaking her head from side to side in 
bemused negation.

"God, Mike. No. No no no. God, no. You've made this 
absolutely wonderful. I can't think how you could have 
made today any better. I can't explain how happy you've 
made me. I've been wanting to give myself to you for... 
god, I don't even remember how long now, anymore. A 
long time." She laughed. "You do things to me and make 
me feel things Kim can't even hold a candle to. You 
make me feel absolutely incredible and loved, and I 
don't want you thinking you're needing to meet some 
impossible standard. What you are and what you do is 
enough for me. I love you, Mike, more than I can ever 
express."

She sniffled and rocked her head from side to side, 
trying to blot the tear streaks away. I extricated a 
hand and did it for her. She was still crying, smiling 
radiantly. I blinked as I felt a tear fall from the tip 
of my nose, and more tears squeezed out and trickled 
down my nose. I laughed, then buried my face against 
her neck again, suddenly overwhelmed, and cried. I've 
only ever cried for joy one other time, but the second 
time wouldn't be for quite a while yet.

Sara kissed my neck while I did, light kisses, and then 
just leaned her check against mine, murmuring, "I love 
you." over and over again. It took me a few minutes to 
recover, and I sniffled as I pulled back to look at 
her.

"Does that mean you love me too?" she asked. She was 
smiling, and I had never seen her look so incredibly 
beautiful.

I had to laugh at that question, and I slid my hands up 
her back and held her face, giving her a hard, loving 
kiss.

"With everything I am," I replied, then repeated it, an 
almost whisper. "With everything I am." I kissed her 
again, a long, sweet kiss. "I love you."

She smiled.

"I love you too." She turned her head and looked up at 
her bonds. "Can I have my hands back, though?"

"If you answer me something."

"Anything."

"Shift up."

She did, and somehow we managed to move in unison, 
keeping me from slipping out of her. I reached up and 
untied her hands, giving her a kiss while I did. She 
groaned as she dropped her arms down, setting her hands 
against my sides. I pulled back a bit, but continued 
giving her kisses until she stopped me, smiling.

"What do you want me to answer?"

"What do you mean by wanting me to own you?" I only 
half-recalled her saying that, and I was finding I 
needed to work on vague recollections like that or it'd 
pop into my head hours later and then stay there.

She gave an amused hum, wrapping her arms around my 
neck and kissing me.

"Just that. I want you to own me. It's... I hadn't been 
expecting... God, this is hard to explain." She let out 
a small sigh, looking past me while she thought, then 
returned to me after a minute. "Ok. I've done a lot of 
reading about sex stuff. Pretty much anything and 
everything. Techniques and positions. Also fetishes, 
from basic stuff like toys to stuff I can't even 
comprehend enjoying, like necrophilia or coprophilia."

"Caprophilia?"

"Shit fetish."

"Oh. Definitely no kink there."

"Yeah. That's what I thought. So I got into reading 
about bondage. A lot. This was back when I was still 
only... ten or eleven, I guess. Something like that. 
But I realized even then, before my libido really 
kicked on, that it was a major kink for me."

"What's that have to do with owning you, though?"

"I'm getting there!" She laughed and kissed me. "That's 
why you tying me up has put me into overdrive and made 
it so easy for you to get me off, even without actually 
doing anything but talk. It's..." She sighed and paused 
again, then shook her head. "I can't explain it, 
really. But basically, when I started reading about 
bondage, the ideologies and mindset and what not, I 
realized I'm a sub when it comes to sex."

I looked blankly at her. A sub? Sandwiches were the 
only thing that came to mind.

"Submissive, silly. I'm a sexual submissive. I know 
you've noticed. I don't know if you've registered it 
like that, but you do take advantage of it, pushing me 
when I don't resist much, or at all."

"Is that bad? That I do that? I'll stop if you don't 
like it."

She laughed, hugging me and clutching her legs tighter 
while she kissed me.

"Hell no! I love it. It really gets me going, being 
'forced.' I'd stop you if I didn't actually want you to 
do it, and you've been good about those times I have 
wanted you to stop." She kissed me again. "That's what 
I mean about wanting you to own me. That's why I wanted 
this so badly, because I know you're not going to take 
advantage of me because of my submissiveness. I want to 
be your sexual slave. And that's why I wanted to be 
bound when you... when we first did, because it... it 
was a symbol for me, my submission to you and giving 
myself to you." She gave me a searching look. "Are you 
ok with that? With me wanting to be owned by you? With 
knowing this about me?"

I wasn't sure, and I looked at her while I thought, 
studying her face. I focused on her eyes, naturally. I 
loved how they changed color to match her moods, but 
they were always gorgeous. I gave her a slow kiss after 
a few minutes.

"I need a bit of time to think about it. It's kind of 
like you telling me about you and Kim. Need to 
assimilate first before being sure if it bothers me. 
Though I think it's just the terminology of it that 
seems weird. I haven't ever thought about it like 
that." I gave a small laugh. "I never really read that 
deeply into bondage. Just some research on rope 
techniques when I noticed you enjoyed being held down, 
so I never ran across the concepts and whatever behind 
it." I kissed her, brushing my fingers over her cheeks 
and smiling at her. "I don't see that it'll change our 
relationship, though. At least not in any bad way."

She smiled as I moved down and kissed her, then gasped 
and tightened against me as I flexed inside her. I 
grinned at her.

"Right now I'm more interested in knowing if you're 
ready to continue where we left off."

She grinned right back, pulling me back down to her and 
giving me a hungry kiss.

"Oh yes," she purred. "Give me every reason to be 
yours. Love your slave and teach her what bliss is."

She arched up and moaned as I started to move in her, 
matching my rhythm once we picked up on the other's 
motions, and we made love the rest of the day.

To be continued...

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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