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Two Dashes of Midsummer - 5
by Endrael (endrael@yahoo.com)

***

After some prodding by both Cindy and Aaron, Mike 
finally starts to clue in to what's been bothering Kim 
and makes a date with her. (MFf, 1st, bi, orgy, rom)

***

Part 5: Kim

Chapter 1

I'd be lying if I said there was an aftermath to the 
party at Jen's, because there really wasn't. Things went 
on pretty much as normal between the party and school 
starting, unless you count Kim actually going over to 
Cindy's to spend the last summer weekend there, which I 
don't think any of us were expecting. Not that she 
talked about it afterward, which was unlike her, but 
neither of us had learned yet that pushing Kim to talk 
was sometimes better.

Most of what we knew about the sleep over we got from 
Cindy when we gave her a ride home from work the first 
Friday night of the school year. She tossed her pack 
into the back seat and climbed in, reeking of burgers 
and fries, and ran her fingers through her hair in an 
effort to make it look decent after it had been confined 
in a less-than-attractive hat most of the day. She 
stripped lot so she could change, and Sara turned around 
enough in her seat to be able to watch. It was late, 
just before two in the morning, so there was almost no 
one out to see the display.

"God damn hat fucks up my hair so bad," she muttered, 
pulling out her street clothes while she sat in only her 
bra. Her skirt went on top of the pile, longer than what 
she usually wore but still shorter than knee length. She 
straightened after stuffing her work clothes into her 
pack, still trying to wrestle her hair back into a 
semblance of normality. "You don't have a brush handy, 
do you, hon?" she asked Sara, who pulled her leg to the 
side.

"Probably will next week," Sara said. I couldn't see 
what she was doing with her hand, since it was out of 
view of the mirror, but Cindy scooting forward to the 
edge of the seat left little need for explanation. "I've 
been forgetting it, sorry."

Cindy shook her head and relaxed back, humming softly 
and closing her eyes while Sara dropped her own seat 
back for a more comfortable angle.

"Either you're horny yourself or you have a really 
uncanny way of knowing what I need right after work," 
she breathed, opening her eyes a bit to see Sara's 
smile, and then shut her eyes again, drawing in a breath 
and arching.

"Maybe a bit of both," from a grinning Sara. "A bit of 
fingering is always fun, though."

Cindy just hummed a yes and nodded a bit, hissing in 
another breath.

"Too dry for four fingers that fast," she said, scooting 
forward even more, her knee pressing into the back of my 
seat. "Three is enough."

"You're not wet at all, hon." This obviously said for my 
benefit. "You want any lube?"

"No. Three fingers. Just fuck me and make it hard."

Sara turned some more and pulled herself up her seat, 
giving herself a better angle and reach for fingering 
Cindy, who shot her hand up to her mouth and bit the 
side of her wrist as she winced and moaned, her breath 
catching. Sara rocked beside me while I half-watched 
Cindy in the rear view, her body tensing toward orgasm, 
which was obviously rising fast. She never had it, 
though, reaching down and grabbing Sara's hand to stop 
her right before she came, her eyes squeezed shut and 
her hips arching as she whimpered.

"Wanting to be denied, I take it?" I asked, turning to 
face her while I was stopped at an intersection.

"No," Cindy answered, shaking her head and letting go of 
Sara, not opening her eyes. "I need to cum, but not on 
fingers." She gasped as Sara plunged her fingers back 
into her pussy, working them in as far as her knuckles 
and then just holding them still, letting Cindy catch 
her breath. "I need- Oh god."

Sara had resumed her finger fuck with her thumb working 
Cindy's clit, a hard, fast rhythm that had Cindy shaking 
in seconds, and then she closed one hand tight on Sara's 
wrist and gripped her thumb with her other to pull her 
away, muttering curses and struggling to keep her legs 
from closing, her pussy spasming fitfully as it tried to 
cum.

"Can you drive, Sara?" she breathed, opening her eyes 
finally and fixing a hungry look on me, settling back to 
the seat. "I need someone to cum on."

"I can, but I don't have my license."

"Fuck..." through clenched teeth, turning her attention 
to Sara and leaning forward to grab her face between her 
hands. "Do not let me cum. Understand? If I cum before I 
have a cock in me, I'm going to have a seriously bad 
night. I'm already wavering."

Sara nodded and Cindy bent forward, locking her in a 
kiss, which Sara took as her cue to start fingering her 
again. She whimper moaned into Sara's mouth, her fingers 
tightening in Sara's hair as I turned and started 
driving again. Needless to say, I took my time getting 
back to Cindy's place, giving Sara plenty of time to 
tease Cindy right to the edge over and over again and 
drive her wild. By the time I reached Cindy's street, 
she was noisily wet, the car smelled of sex, and Sara 
had climbed into the back seat to hold Cindy still 
enough that she could keep fingering her and hold her 
close to orgasm.


Chapter 2

"There's one thing I want you to do before we go in, 
Cindy," I said, parking almost at the foot of the drive 
to add that extra few seconds to the walk to the door.

"What?" she demanded after she'd caught her breath from 
Sara fingering her to the edge a final time, watching as 
I contorted myself around the driver seat so I could sit 
on the center console.

I gestured her toward me, Sara sliding over to give her 
room to sit in front of me. I set her arms around my 
neck and grabbed her hips to pulled her ass to the edge 
of the seat, then took Sara's hand and put it back 
between her legs. Sara immediately started working her 
fingers slowly on her clit, Cindy closing her hands into 
fists against my back in response, gripping my shirt.

"We're going to kiss," I told her, "and Sara is going to 
watch the clock. Once the minute changes, she's going to 
start fingering you and won't stop until the minute 
changes again. If you want me to fuck you, you're going 
to hold your orgasm and you won't break the kiss. If you 
do either, we'll just drop you off and head home."

She gave me a hard look, that spark of rage I'd come to 
recognize starting to glow in her eyes.

"Are you trying to piss me off by making this 
impossible?"

I quirked my mouth and bit her lip, pressed my forehead 
against hers and held her gaze.

"Consider it a challenge."

She was silent, trying to stare me down while also 
trying to ignore Sara's fingers on her clit, but Sara's 
slow, incessant fingers won. She rushed forward and 
locked her mouth on mine, a heavy, passionate kiss that 
was more her shoving her tongue into my mouth to drag my 
tongue into hers.  I moved one hand to the back of her 
neck and squeezed, eliciting a moan, and she cried out 
when I shoved her bra up and off her breasts, pinching 
and twisting her nipples once Sara started her fingers 
moving faster. Cindy whimpered, clutching tighter to me 
and digging her nails into my back, only my shirt 
keeping her from adding more gouges than she'd already 
put there.

I felt Sara reach her free hand between us to reach 
Cindy's other breast, and Cindy gasped, half pulling 
from the kiss. I tightened my grip on her neck and 
pulled her back in, her body tensing against me and her 
hands pulling desperately at my shirt as she started 
shaking. Her breath was hot against my cheek, her tongue 
desperately fighting mine while she gasped and whimpered 
as best she could through her nose, her arms tightening 
around me and her body tensing with the strain of 
fighting her orgasm.

Not even a second after Sara stopped her fingers, Cindy 
was biting at my shoulder and screaming her frustration, 
trying to drag me on top of her in the back seat.

"Challenge accepted," she said through gritted teeth 
when she could speak again, staring hard at me and 
putting more effort into trying to pull me onto her. 
"Now fuck me, you bastard. Get your cock in me so I can 
cum."

"Not in the car," I said, reaching down and fishing for 
her skirt. I set it in her lap, grinning and pulling her 
arms from around my neck to shove back into the front 
seat to grab my keys before climbing out of the car. 
Sara was out a second after while Cindy fumbled with 
getting her clothes straightened out, and then she was 
out, as well, snatching my hand and dragging me after 
her toward the front door.

"Get your pants off, love," I called back to Sara, who 
was only just to Aaron's car while Cindy was already 
shoving me through the front door, attacking me with 
another kiss and working her fingers desperately at the 
button and zipper on my own pants. She shoved them down 
my legs with practiced ease and spun me down on top of 
her as she tumbled to the floor, locking her arms and 
legs around me, grinding the heat of her pussy hard 
against my cock. I didn't know if her and Aaron had 
chosen the front hall rug for its generous padding 
ability specifically for this sort of situation, but it 
undoubtedly prevented some bruising.

"Fuck me," she commanded, her legs tightening around my 
waist so she could grind harder against me.

"You're going to eat Sara while I fuck you," I told her, 
getting my hands under me and shoving up. She 
immediately reached down between us and grabbed my cock, 
stopped from shoving me into her heat only because I 
turned my own hand and grabbed her pussy, fastening hard 
and making her draw a sharp breath. Her wetness quickly 
soaked my fingers while I squeezed rhythmically, her 
fingers tugging relentlessly on my cock as she tried to 
get my hand out of the way.

"Don't care. Just fuck me. Need it. Now."

I snatched her hands when Sara walked through the door, 
kicking her shoes off before bending and shoving her 
pants down. She hopped over as she pulled one pant leg 
off and then the other, tossing them and her panties to 
the side before I handed Cindy's hands over to her.

"Sit on her face while I fuck her," I instructed, and 
Sara grinned and hummed, pleased.

She got down on her knees and straddled Cindy, placing 
her legs under Cindy's arms so she couldn't reach down 
and reach my cock. Cindy immediately pulled Sara back 
and suctioned her mouth onto her Sara's clit, making 
Sara gasp and moan and drop toward me for support, her 
arms going around my neck. I positioned myself at 
Cindy's slicked opening and shoved into her as I started 
kissing Sara, a sharp moan coming from Cindy at the 
invasion and her legs clutching tighter to hold me in 
place. I held still in her while I waited for her pussy 
to stop spasming around me as it tried to orgasm, 
pushing Sara's shirt up so I could get to her breasts. I 
broke the kiss and leaned forward to whisper in her ear.

"You're not allowed to cum unless someone's in you," I 
breathed, lifting her bra off her breasts and taking her 
nipples between my fingers, pinching and twisting them.

"Please?" she whimpered, giving me a desperate, hungry 
look as she rocked against Cindy's sucking mouth and 
probing tongue.

"No cumming for you," I repeated.

"But you haven't let me since the party."

"No cumming yet," I commanded, then locked her in a kiss 
again to cut short her frustrated moan, and I started to 
slowly fuck Cindy.

Cindy almost immediately tightened on my cock, her 
orgasm rising inside her as soon as I started moving in 
her, and I slowed down so I was only pushing into her 
once every second or two, torturing her with a slow, 
agonizing build up to release. She clutched at Sara's 
ass and growled into her pussy but didn't try to make me 
go faster, probably realizing I'd stop her if she did. 
She took out her desperate need to cum on Sara's clit 
instead, causing Sara to moan increasingly loudly into 
my mouth while we kissed, and the more Sara shook as she 
fought to hold her orgasm the faster I fucked Cindy.

Cindy slammed her head against the floor and let out a 
fast building growl as she hit the point of no return, 
digging her fingers hard into the back of Sara's thighs 
and clamping her legs tighter around me, and I shoved 
into her as hard and as fast as I could until her first 
spasm hit, grabbing her hips to hold her on me. She 
ground against me as the almost painful contractions of 
her orgasm shot through her and nearly crushed the life 
out of my cock, each wave punctuated with a loud cry. 
She lifted her head again and latched onto Sara's clit 
before her orgasm had even fully subsided, and I started 
fucking her hard and fast again, pulling one of Sara's 
hands down and putting it on Cindy's pussy to work her 
clit.

Cindy cried out again against Sara even as Sara dropped 
her head to my shoulder, muffling her own cries against 
the crook of my neck, and I dug my fingers into Sara's 
breasts, my own orgasm coming on fast. Sara was mumbling 
"please" in an incoherent stream as she held back her 
own peak, and I dropped down and bit the side of her 
neck as I came, Cindy cumming again a second later.


Chapter 3

"Well," from down the hall once Cindy and I had come 
down from our orgasms, and Sara jumped in surprise and 
turned as I glanced that way myself. Aaron was standing 
at the doorway to the living room, a camera held in one 
hand at his side. "I see you've satisfied her after-work 
stress relief."

"Don't think I won't say no to more, mister," said 
Cindy, and Sara gasped when she licked her again. 
"Especially if it means a foursome with these two 
delicious kids. I'm sure Sara would enjoy some more 
teasing, anyway."

The grin in Cindy's voice was obvious, and she grabbed 
Sara before she could move away, locking her arms around 
her legs and holding her in place so she could continue 
working her mouth and tongue on her pussy. Cindy 
unwrapped her legs from around my waist and gently 
shoved me back and away with her feet, and I pulled Sara 
forward and down as I went, directing her between 
Cindy's legs. I gestured at Aaron and then at Sara, who 
had her fingers digging into Cindy's ass cheeks while 
she ate her.

"Only if she's willing," he said. "I don't do the whole 
nc thing with another man's woman."

"She's plenty willing." I stepped around the two in 
front of me after I'd kicked my pants off my ankles. 
"We've talked with Cindy a few times about a group thing 
and she's been all for it, and we all but had an orgy at 
the party we had at my friend Jen's place."

"Cindy was telling me about that. We'll have to talk 
about it later, though. She's on bc?"

"For about two years now, yeah."

He handed the camera over to me with a nod and pulled 
his shirt off.

"You know how to run that?"

"Looks pretty straightforward," I said, flipping out the 
view screen and looking it over while he undid the tie 
on his pajama pants. "Point, hit record, and then stop 
when you're done."

"In a nutshell. Terrible angle from back here, though. 
You'll want to be-" he pointed at a spot on the wall 
next to Sara and Cindy "-about there. Move around as you 
need to get a better shot."

He walked down the hall and I followed him, holding the 
camera up and hitting record when he knelt in front of 
Sara, grabbing her head and lifting her away from 
Cindy's clit. They both moaned in frustration, though 
Sara's was cut short by Aaron pressing her forward onto 
his semi-hard cock, and she latched on with enthusiasm, 
sinking down until her nose was pressed against his 
crotch. He bunched her hair in his hands and held it in 
a messy nest on the back of her head, tilting her face 
up so she could look at him.

"You want to cum?" he asked her, and she nodded, humming 
a hopeful yes around his cock. "Suck me well enough and 
we'll see about making that happen. And no hands."

He slapped her hand back down and she returned it to 
Cindy's ass, bobbing her head on his slowly hardening 
cock and moaning and shaking as Cindy continued her warm 
assault on her pussy. She wasn't sucking for long before 
she dropped Aaron's cock from her mouth with a cry and 
planted her face against Cindy's thigh.

"Can'tholditcan'tholditcan'tholdit," she rushed, biting 
hard right next to Cindy's pussy and driving her fingers 
even harder into her ass, trembling violently and 
whimpering as she tensed against her orgasm, fighting to 
hold it back. Cindy pulled away, her face wet and 
grinning, as Aaron stood and moved around behind Sara, 
stroking his cock to full hardness, and I moved to where 
he'd just been. He grabbed Sara's hair and yanked her 
head back, making her gasp. He positioned himself 
against her pussy, commanding her to stillness when she 
tried to move back onto his cock.

"Suck her clit until I'm done with you," he ordered. 
"You may cum but you may not stop eating her."

I went down on one knee to get a better angle with the 
camera as he shoved into her, making her cry out even as 
she latched her mouth onto Cindy's pussy.

"Oh god..." from Cindy as Sara started sucking and 
working with her tongue, and she reached down and 
grabbed her head, holding her in place and her hair out 
of the way as Aaron started a steady, controlled 
fucking. Sara came almost immediately, her whole body 
spasming as she shoved back into Aaron, her screams 
muted against Cindy. I brought the camera down to floor 
level to get a view of Sara sucking Cindy to another 
orgasm, the strength of Cindy's spasms squeezing out 
even more of her fluids, making the rug beneath her a 
wet, soggy mess.

A smack to Sara's ass got me to back up to a higher 
angle, Aaron still fucking into her, faster now and 
alternating smacking her ass cheeks as he did, Sara's 
cries getting more enthusiastic as she approached 
another orgasm. Cindy had moved one of her hands up 
between Sara's legs and was working her clit, but there 
wasn't an angle I could see to effectively capture it, 
so I just zoomed out and got the whole scene. 

Cindy was clearly spent but still enjoying Sara's mouth 
on her clit, her hand moving in a furious blur on Sara, 
making Sara burst into another orgasm, shaking even more 
than she had with her first, and Aaron grabbed her hips 
and pulled her back hard onto him, burying himself as 
deeply in her as he could and arching forward, grunting 
as he came himself.


Chapter 4

I shut the camera off and set it aside on the floor, 
then leaned down and tilted Sara up to face me, giving 
her a slow kiss.

"Worth not being allowed since the party?" I asked, 
grinning.

She purred and dipped her head, shivering as Aaron 
pulled out of her. She gasped as he grabbed her arms and 
pulled her upright, holding her arms behind her and 
placing his hand over her throat to turn her face up to 
his. Cindy lifted her head and started licking again, 
Aaron holding her as she struggled to get away from the 
unexpected assault.

"Sensitive!" Sara cried, trying to get her feet under 
her, but Cindy caught her legs in her arms again and 
held her.

"You can handle it," Aaron said. "I want you to squeeze 
everything you can from your pussy so she can clean you 
up."

"Sensitive..." Sara whimpered, twitching and gasping 
uncontrollably every time Cindy's tongue hit her clit. 
"Oh god..."

She squeezed her eyes shut and shook, trying to get her 
breath under control while she emptied her pussy into 
Cindy's mouth, stomach and thighs tensing and quivering. 
Aaron held her gently while Cindy did her work, and 
eventually Cindy moved out from under them, rolling over 
and getting onto all fours. Aaron lightly kissed Sara's 
forehead and released her arms, Cindy kissing up her 
stomach and chest to her mouth. He glanced at the camera 
and arched an eyebrow at me, all Spock like.

"Thought we were done before we were done," I said.

He just nodded and picked up the camera.

"You can always cut extra, so don't worry about 
recording longer than you need."

"Wait, that was recorded!?" from Sara, turning her 
attention to Aaron as he watched what  I'd captured.

"Unless everyone agrees to keep it after we watch it, it 
gets deleted." He pushed some buttons and stood. "I'll 
hook this up in the living room so we can review it. It 
doesn't get moved to the computer until after that 
happens and only if everyone wants it." He looked at 
Sara. "I take it you've never made movies of your scenes 
before."

She looked over at me and I shook my head.

"I don't have the equipment or privacy," I answered. 
"Still living with the 'rents."

"That does make it difficult, but if you can afford a 
decent web cam, you can start with the basics, at 
least." He turned and started into the living room. "You 
may want to grab some caffeine from the fridge. I want 
to talk with you two and I need you awake."

"Clothing optional," Cindy added, pulling her bra and 
skirt off. "I'm going to get cleaned up. You should 
probably do the same." She leaned in and gave me a kiss 
before heading off to the bathroom.

"Why'd you let him record us?" Sara asked, turning to 
me.

"I didn't know he was there when he started." I 
shrugged. "Besides, we are always wanting to try new 
things, right?"

"Yeah, but being recorded..." She shuffled over and 
collected her scattered clothing. "I don't know. It's 
one thing to have fun with friends, but recording it? 
What if it gets stolen? Or someone decides to dump it 
online somewhere without asking the rest of us?"

"He did say it gets deleted before it even reaches the 
computer if not everyone wants to keep it."

"I don't know. I'll have to think about it." She 
gestured at my pants and underwear. "Get your pants so 
we can get cleaned up."

I snatched up my clothes and followed her to the 
bathroom to clean up and the kitchen to grab some soda 
before finally landing in the living room with Cindy and 
Aaron. Aaron was sitting in a chair by the entertainment 
center, the camera in his lap with a cable running out 
of it, and Cindy was sprawled in the recliner, her thigh 
and one side of her pussy starting to bruise where Sara 
had bitten her. 

Sara and I landed on the couch, both of us naked, and 
she leaned against me. Our attention went to the 
television, where we saw ourselves locked in a sex 
triangle. I glanced over at Sara, but she was intent on 
watching the recording.

"You ok with watching this?" I asked her, touching her 
face lightly and turning her toward me. She just hummed 
at me and looked back to the TV.

"If you'd rather watch it when you're ready, I have no 
issue sending the camera with you when you leave in the 
morning," Aaron said, holding his gaze on Sara.

"Better to watch it now," from Sara, laying her head on 
my shoulder and pulling my arm across her stomach to put 
my hand on her hip.

He nodded and started the video playback, holding the 
remote out to adjust the volume until it was audible. If 
it hadn't been for the fact I knew everyone in the scene 
playing out on the screen, I'd have thought it a rather 
average threesome porn video. I turned to watch Sara's 
reaction, but she still wasn't showing anything I could 
read.

"Lighting in the front hall is crap for shooting video," 
Cindy commented. "We need to fix that."

I glanced at her, saw she was examining the bite and 
bruise Sara had given her before shifting her attention 
back to the video. I did the same in time to see it cut 
from Cindy and me cumming to the few minutes of video I 
had recorded. I could feel Sara getting tense against 
me, but she moved my hand from her hip to between her 
legs before I could say anything. Obvious hint was 
obvious, and I started running my fingers along her 
slit, bringing her fresh wetness up and coating her very 
protruding clit. She drew in a sharp breath as I started 
circling, letting out small moans and whimpers as I 
worked her nub.

"That is an awesome shot," Cindy enthused, responding to 
the shot from the floor of her cumming with Sara's mouth 
latched onto her clit. "I want to keep that one if 
you're able to do something to fix the lighting."

"May I cum?" Sara whispered, clutching tighter to me.

"Not yet," I whispered back, moving my fingers faster on 
her clit. "When you cum again in the video you can."

She moaned in frustration and held tighter, her 
attention fixated on the screen as she moved one hand to 
my cock, squeezing and pulling on it. Her breath caught 
every time she watched her ass get smacked, and then she 
grabbed my head and hauled me in for a hungry kiss, 
pressing herself against me as much as she could sitting 
next to me and spreading her legs wide, hips arching and 
bucking as she came. 

She'd barely started winding down when she twisted onto 
my lap, swinging one leg over to straddle me and sink 
onto my cock, letting out a satisfied purr as she 
started grinding and squeezing my cock with her pussy.


Chapter 5

"Someone's enthusiastic tonight," Cindy laughed, slowly 
stroking her own pussy, though she focused more on the 
teeth marks Sara had left, delighted shivers running 
through her every time she brushed her fingers over 
them.

"Two weeks of teasing and no orgasms does that," Sara 
breathed, slowing her rocking to a more relaxed and 
sustainable pace and resting against me, which let me 
kiss and bite at the side of her neck.

"I put Cindy through five weeks of denial sometime 
back," Aaron interjected, and Sara's reaction was 
impossible for me to miss, her breath catching and her 
pussy tightening on me almost as strongly as when she 
came. "She broke the table I had her tied to when I 
finally allowed her to cum."

"Worst fucking torture you've ever put me through, too, 
asshole," Cindy snapped, laughing as she threw a pillow 
at him, which he blocked with ease.

"You like fucking torture, so it was appropriate."

"Oh fuck off!" She laughed. "You're lucky I don't have 
another pillow. You know what I meant."

"That's something we'll have to try later," I said in 
Sara's ear, and she hummed an enthusiastic agreement. 
She planted her hands to either side of my shoulders and 
whipped her hair back with a shake of her head, setting 
her knees so she could ride me.

She was close to cumming again and I reached down, 
setting two fingers against my cock and then hooking 
them against her g-spot as she sank back down. She 
gasped and pressed down as much as she could while I 
worked my fingers in her, keeping herself as full as she 
could get as my fingers put her over the edge again. Her 
whole body shook with each spasm that exploded in her 
pussy, and she collapsed against me as she tapered off, 
trembling and purring as I kept my fingers moving.

"This makes a unanimous vote for keeping the video, 
then?" Aaron asked, pulling the video cable from the 
camcorder.

"If you can fix the lighting issues," said Cindy. "It's 
been a long time since we've done a video with other 
people, and that one was fun."

"With Sara's reaction to it, I'd love to have a copy," I 
said as I pulled my fingers out of her and started to 
rock into her, making her moan with each thrust.

Sara managed a semi-coherent "uh huh" before I grabbed 
her hips and started fucking into her as fast I could, 
her tossing her head back and pushing off me so she 
could fuck back onto me. She tensed her pussy on me as 
she held back her orgasm so she could cum when I did, 
her cries as I fucked her becoming more and more 
incoherent the harder she fought against cumming. I 
fixed my grip on her hips so I had a better hold on her 
and shoved her down on me as I came, holding her there 
as she let her own orgasm loose, screaming as she fell 
against me and held tight against my neck.

"Fuck..." she panted once she'd gotten her breath back. 
"Orgasms are so much better after being teased for so 
long."

I looked over at Cindy getting to her feet and walking 
over to Sara and me, sucking a pair of her fingers. She 
leaned down and wrapped her arms around Sara's 
shoulders, kissing her cheek and sucking lightly on her 
earlobe.

"Try going over a month like that and see how much your 
mind gets blown." She purred and kissed her cheek again 
before straightening, trailing her finger tips across 
Sara's shoulders, which elicited a soft hum.

"We're done with the fun for now, I assume?" Aaron 
asked, standing and shutting the camera down, and it 
made unnecessary whirring noises as it did.

"For now," I said, reaching around to grab Sara's ass.

"I want more, but I'm satisfied for now," Sara said, 
voice muffled against my neck.

"That's good, because I need to talk with you two about 
Kim."


Chapter 6

This got a groan from Sara, both because of the subject 
and because Cindy stopped her fingertip massage and 
settled next to us. She rolled off me to sit on my side 
opposite Cindy, settling her ass on the edge of the 
couch and slowly running her fingers along her pussy.

"We both do, actually," Cindy corrected, looking like 
she was torn between leaning against me or swaying back 
the other direction to recline against the arm of the 
sofa.

"Is she still upset about what's going on with 
everyone?" Sara asked, stopping her stroking and leaving 
her fingers pressed into the length of her slit.

"Yes and no." Cindy solved her sitting dilemma by 
shifting and sitting cross-legged, leaning sideways 
against the back of the sofa and facing Sara and me. 
"She's confused, mainly about Mike."

"Yeah, you've mentioned that before," I said.

"And you haven't approached her about it," Aaron 
responded, swinging his chair around so he could fold 
his arms across the back, sitting in front of us. "Your 
relationship with Sara is doing a number on her, more 
than what you saw when Cindy first invited you in. She's 
going after Cindy to compensate for her confusion, 
because she thinks that's what she wants, but that isn't 
a good situation for either of them."

"I've told you about that," Cindy added, "but she's not 
going to listen to me. She doesn't know me well enough 
to know when I'm telling her the truth. Not that I've 
done much to help her with that, with all my bitching at 
her."

"Not like we're much older than she is, though," I said, 
looking between Cindy and Aaron. "We don't have much 
more experience than she does with relationships."

"But you understand people better than she does, and you 
know she doesn't do well with starting conversations 
with people about important stuff. You need to talk with 
her, Mike. Please. I'm going to hurt her, I know I will, 
and that's going to ruin whatever friendship we're 
building."

"How am I supposed to talk with her if I don't know 
what's bothering her, though?"

"You already know what's bothering her, Michael," Aaron 
countered. "She's tried a number of times to bring it up 
with you. Not very well, but she has tried. She spent a 
lot of time talking with us this past weekend about 
what's going on in her head. You need to do the same or 
she's going to turn away and you'll lose her, both of 
you. You've shown you don't want that, but ignoring this 
will cause the three of you a lot of grief."

"I don't understand what this has to do with her and 
me," Sara said. "We've worked out our issues, as far as 
I know."

"She's jealous, hon," said Cindy. "She sees you being 
crazy happy with your relationship with Mike and she 
doesn't know how to fit into that, or how to get that 
for herself. She wants to feel like she's a part of it, 
or to have something like it that she can say is hers 
that makes her just as happy."

"But we don't exclude her." Sara furrowed her brow and 
looked at me. "Do we?"

"She wants the intimacy, Sara." Aaron this time, and we 
both turned to him. "Not just talking with her, but 
involving her as an equal. I don't know what your 
knowledge is about polyamory, but that's the core of 
what she wants to have."

"She wants an open relationship?" Sara pulled herself up 
the couch to a full sitting position. "I still don't 
understand. We already have that."

Aaron shook his head and said, "No, not an open 
relationship. That both is and isn't poly, but it's not 
what she really wants. She wants all of you - you, her, 
and Mike - in a relationship together. Cindy is welcome 
to join in, but she could stay out and as long as it's 
the three of you, she'd be fine."

"So you're saying she wants me?" I asked, Kim's odd 
moments over the last several months starting to make 
some sense.

"Not exactly," Cindy said, raising one arm to set her 
elbow against the couch and rest her head against her 
palm. "She is curious what fucking you would be like, 
but mostly she wants to be just as important to you as 
Sara is so you can have that same closeness."

"That explains some of her quirkiness with me lately."

"She's always quirky, love," Sara said, running one hand 
through her hair. "But I don't know how to do that. I 
haven't shut her out of anything between me and Mike. At 
least not intentionally. She can talk with one of us 
just as well as she can the other."

"But does she know that?" Aaron asked, shifting his arms 
around.

Sara blinked and was silent a moment before turning to 
me, a quizzical look on her face.

"I think she does?"

I just shook my head.

"She's never had a chance to connect with Mike like you 
have, hon," Cindy explained, uncoiling her legs from 
under her and stretching them across my lap, leaning 
back against the arm of the sofa. "She likes him plenty, 
but she doesn't understand why you've fallen for him. It 
makes her feel like she's not needed for you to be 
happy."

"But she is!" Sara protested, scooting back to sit up 
straight and turn fully toward Cindy. "She's my sister 
and my best friend, for fuck's sake. I couldn't be who I 
am without her."

"That's not her issue, though," Aaron repeated. "She is 
not insecure about that part of your relationship."

I lifted a hand and covered Sara's mouth before she 
could finish her, "I don't understand." She smacked it 
away and glared at me.

"I think I do," I said to her. "You haven't seen how she 
is with me when you're not around, but it makes sense 
now."

"At least one of us gets it, then." Sara huffed and 
crossed her arms under her breasts, settling back 
against the couch and staring at Aaron. "What do we do, 
then?"

"That will depend on how much cash you'll accept from me 
to help get this resolved," he said. "I'm not saying Kim 
only cares about you spoiling her, but if Cindy's 
involved in the situation, I'm involved, and I will not 
accept that fallout if things go south with the lot of 
you."

"I don't do well with handling stuff like that," Cindy 
said, pursing her lips in a frown and dropping her hand 
from her temple to her shoulder to hold herself. 
"Which... you've seen plenty of by now, I think."

"I have spending money," I remarked, and Aaron just 
snorted a laugh and gestured around the room.

"You have an allowance. I have spending money. I see no 
reason you need to spend what little you have for this, 
especially since you need a better vehicle to replace 
that shit kicker you have in the drive."

"Either he'll give you a thousand or he'll buy you a new 
car," Cindy clarified. "It doesn't make any sense, but 
please, take it. It's how he helps, and this is 
important. He wouldn't even be offering if it didn't 
mean something to me."

"She's been through enough already and I don't want to 
see her hurt again like that. I have the resources to 
help you, but only if you're willing to accept it. If 
you're not, then I'm going to ask you to leave until 
you've straightened things out with Kim on your own. 
It's been hard enough as it is for Cindy to hold herself 
back."

"Does Kim know you were planning this?" Sara asked, 
glancing between Aaron and Cindy. "Or did this come up 
after the weekend?"

"We've been talking about it since you were first over." 
He looked at Cindy, who nodded. "What happened with Kim 
over the weekend just made the decision for us, and 
we've agreed we can't handle having an unstable 
relationship introduced into ours, not with the way 
Cindy reacts to that sort of situation. I would say we 
like you, but I can't, with any integrity, say that's 
true of me, since I barely know any of you directly. 
Cindy does, so this is for her stability as much as it 
is you three. This isn't us pushing you away so much as 
saying bad things will happen if you can't course 
correct on your relationship with Kim while you're 
involved with Cindy."

"I know it seems like we're trying to buy you," Cindy 
acknowledged, her voice tight, "but please believe me 
when I say we're not. I just don't know what else to do. 
I can't get through to her, not with the issues I have 
with trying to communicate, and the more time I spend 
with her, the more fucked up my head gets, saying I 
should go back to old habits that hurt me and everyone 
else because that was easy and trying to figure out how 
to be a better person than that. Having her here for the 
weekend almost pushed me into old habits. I can't 
just..."

She grabbed one of her breasts and dug her nails into 
her skin as she trailed off, hissing in a breath before 
letting it out in a shudder and shaking her head, 
falling into silence. The rest of us did, as well, Aaron 
obviously just waiting while Sara and I thought, Sara 
staring at her lap. She lifted her head after a few 
minutes and turned to look at me.


Chapter 7

"What do you think, love? Seems like you have a better 
idea what's bothering Kim this time than I do."

"I don't know. Right now I have nothing coming to mind. 
I'd have to talk with her to figure that out."

"Do you want me along?"

"If it's between me and her, then it should just be me 
and her," I said, shaking my head. "Do you know if she 
has any plans for the weekend?"

"Um... she did say she was going to be up so she could 
tease me some more when I got home from being out with 
you after dropping Cindy off, but I don't remember 
anything other than that. Which reminds me I should text 
her and let her know we won't be back tonight so she 
doesn't start to worry."

"She was going to tease you some more and you didn't say 
anything about it?" I raised my brows at her while I 
tried to suppress a laugh, fishing my phone out of my 
pants and handing it to her. "I wouldn't have let you 
cum if I'd known she was planning on teasing you, too."

"Oh, don't get any more ideas!" She laughed and slapped 
my arm before taking my phone, turning her attention to 
tapping out a message to Kim. "I'm serious. I know 
something's been on her mind and bothering her, and I 
don't want her hurting. I know you have money to take 
her out and spend time with her, since you always have 
money squirreled away, but a thousand dollars! I know 
you don't have that much."

"Or a car that isn't threatening to fall apart at a 
moment's notice," Aaron interjected.

"That too, yes. It just seems... weird? To be taking 
money from someone to spend it on someone else. Though 
thinking about it now, I haven't been spending time with 
her like I spend with you, taking her out or anything. 
That may be part of what's bothering her."

"Maybe," Sara said, dropping my phone back into my pants 
pocket and putting her attention back on me. "She hasn't 
said anything to me about it, so I don't know. What 
would it hurt if Aaron's willing to help with that, 
though? It's a thousand dollars, Mike. That's a lot of 
money, more than you make in two months for what you're 
able to sell."

"I've actually been making more than that lately, now 
that I have pieces published, but that much would help."

"As Cindy said, we're not trying to buy you," Aaron 
said. "We're trying to help you, and this seems to be 
the push you need because you haven't taken the 
initiative. Cindy wants to keep you because of some of 
what you've already done for her, but that's not 
possible until you get things straight with Kim. If you 
want to keep Cindy, this needs to be done."

"Can I be honest a moment?" Cindy asked, pensive. "Not 
that I haven't been, probably more than I should be 
sometimes, but about how I feel here?"

"We should always be honest with each other, hon," Sara 
said, pulling one of Cindy's hands up to her mouth to 
give it a kiss, which garnered a weak smile. "Say what 
you need to."

"I feel like I'm being too selfish and pushy and needy," 
Cindy said after a pause. "I don't remember if I've 
mentioned it or not, but I get attached to people really 
fucking easy. I don't know if that's why I get crazy 
sometimes or if it's something else entirely or... 
fucking whatever. But I..." She growled at herself and 
dug one of her nails into the bite Sara had put on her 
thigh, drawing in a sharp breath as she steadied 
herself. "God damn it I hate myself for getting like 
this. It's always so hard for me to say what I feel 
without... without..."

She stopped and drew in a deep breath, closing her eyes 
as Aaron rested a hand on her shoulder and slid it to 
the back of her neck. She tilted her head forward as he 
started working his fingers on the back of her head, 
lifting her own hand to rest it on his.

"I'm scared of what's happening in my head," she 
continued after a minute. "I'm scared I'm getting 
attached to you three too hard - way too fucking hard - 
so that's another reason I can't have Kim around too 
much until you've got your balance worked out. I pick up 
on instability like nobody's business and run with it 
like a mad woman, and I end up hurting so much because 
of it."

She raised her other hand and wiped at her eyes before 
lifting her head to look at Sara and me.

"I can't do that anymore. I don't think I could handle 
it. I don't think Aaron could handle it again, either. 
So please. I know I've fucked up so much already with 
you three and you haven't walked, and that's why I say I 
feel like I'm being selfish and needy, because I need 
that. You're stable, except for the stuff with Kim and 
Mike, and if I'm around stable, it's a lot easier for me 
to be that way, too. I know I'm fucked up, and I know 
I'm stressful, and I know I can cause more hurt than any 
one person should be able to, but I want to be better 
than what I have been, and you've already helped a lot 
with that, and I am trying so fucking hard. I don't want 
to lose you because I'm stupid and can't handle being 
around... issues."

She gave a short, sharp laugh. "So fucking lame. Issues. 
Fuck. You're relationship isn't fucked up, and I didn't 
want to say that and sound like a bitch, and that's what 
comes out of my head. Fucking great."

"No worries, hon," Sara said, leaning forward and giving 
her a kiss. "We knew what you meant, and it is an issue. 
We'll work on it." She gave me a look as she leaned back 
into me and I nodded.

"It's still weird accepting money for this, though," I 
said, slipping my arms around Sara and taking her hands 
in mine.

"If that's the only issue," Aaron again, "just accept 
the money and work things out with Kim, and then we're 
even. If you can't think of a better objection, there's 
no reason not to accept the help. In the meantime," he 
paused and squeezed the back of Cindy's neck, turning 
her to face him, "I vote for giving the women some more 
orgasms before we call it a night. Or morning, as the 
case may be, seeing as it's almost four."

"What time is it?" Cindy sang, a light drawl, rolling 
off the couch and swaying backward toward the hall, both 
hands out as she grinned and beckoned with her fingers. 
"Four thirty. That's not late, girl. Nah. Just early." 
She kissed at me and Sara. "I challenge you to an orgasm 
race, lover girl. Whoever has the most by sunrise will 
be going without any for the next two months and lots of 
teasing."

Sara laughed and clambered off the couch, chasing after 
Cindy as she turned and scampered down the hall.

"You are so going to lose that race," she cried.

"Bets on which will be the one in denial for two 
months?" Aaron asked, dead pan.

"It'll be Sara." I laughed. "No need to bet. Once she 
gets going, she can't stop."

He just nodded, proffering a hand and helping me out of 
the couch, and I followed him down the hall to the 
master bedroom.

"Cindy's not keen on long-term denial like your girl 
is," he continued. "Not unless she's in a very 
particular mood, and she's not right now. I doubt she'd 
have made the challenge if she knew there was any 
likelihood of coming out on that end of it."

"Like I said, Sara's going to be hair trigger right now 
after going two weeks without. It's safe to put all bets 
on her being the one having the most orgasms."

He just nodded and said, "We'll need rope to do this 
properly. You know how to tie safely?"

"Fairly, but I won't say no to learning more."


Chapter 8

Once we had the two tied down and gagged after we had 
them use the bathroom, it was indeed Sara who ended up 
having the most orgasms - and the largest puddle under 
her. To her credit, she only passed out twice during the 
two hours of forced orgasms, and it was enough she was 
approaching the point of too-sore-to-even-be-teased, 
which meant at least two or three days time to work out 
particulars for her earned denial. I left the start of 
the teasing to Kim as a sort of gift, since she enjoyed 
doing it just as much as I did and I didn't think I 
could muster the energy to do so, anyway, after spending 
so long non-stop getting her off.

That, though, had to wait. Aaron didn't seem to sleep at 
all, and he was just as awake and alert when we got up 
around noon as he'd been when we arrived at three in the 
morning. As much as I was only half expecting he and 
Cindy were serious about giving me money, and as much as 
I was expecting it to be stranger still to have it 
handed to me, it actually seemed more like an everyday 
thing than anything dramatic. Having sixteen fifties and 
ten twenties sitting in my wallet, on the other hand... 
If the banks hadn't been closed by the time we were 
leaving Cindy's, it would have been my first stop.

"What do you have in mind?" Sara asked, shifting her 
weight and setting her feet on the bumper.

She was sitting beside me on the hood of my car while we 
waited for Kim to come out, shoulders hunched forward 
and her hands set facing backward. It was late 
afternoon, closing in on five, and being the tail end of 
summer, it was still warm out, so Sara was wearing as 
light as she could get away with, loose fitting white 
shorts, a brown tank top, and flip flops. She'd chosen 
the colors specifically to mute the fact she wasn't 
wearing bra or panties, though the shirt was tight 
enough on her it was hard to miss she was braless.

"I'm really not sure," I admitted after a minute. 
"Connecting with her is different than it is with you."

"You and I have talked a lot more than you and her 
have." She looked over at me, brushing her hair back 
behind her ear and straightening. "She's not me, so it 
wouldn't be the same. That's kind of expected, isn't 
it?"

"I think it's more a personality thing. We're very 
different, other than having you in common."

"You have more in common than just me." She looked back 
to the front door. "Maybe that's why you two haven't 
connected very well, because you keep going through me 
to talk with each other. Do you think that's what the 
problem is?"

I just shrugged and made a non-committal sound.

"Might be, but I think there's more than just that going 
on. If we're going to work that out, it should just be 
me and her talking to each other, shouldn't it?"

"We agreed on that last night. I think if I were to come 
along, I'd just end up feeling like a third wheel, 
anyway, and it would probably get in the way of you two 
talking like you need to. And you seem to have a better 
idea what's going on than I do, anyway, so I don't see 
what I could add."

She tilted her head back and cast a quick glance up at 
the sky before shoving off the hood with an impatient 
sigh, turning to look at me.

"I'm going to see what's taking her so long. She doesn't 
usually take this long."

I nodded and she turned and went inside, and it was 
probably another ten minutes before Kim bounced out the 
door, launching herself from the top step of the porch 
in a single, giant hop. Normal bounciness, but 
definitely not her usual look. She'd taken her time 
coming out because she'd put on makeup - not heavily, 
but enough to be noticeable when she almost never did so 
- and had her hair braided back in a circlet. 

Her usual brightly colored apparel still applied, 
though: a pale yellow shirt with a low cut front (and a 
push-up bra to add even more cleavage than she already 
had), a tight rainbow skirt, and bright white calf 
boots. She twirled toward me with a stupid grin on her 
face and jumped into my arms as I slid off my car, 
draping her arms around my neck and standing on tip toe 
to get eye level with me.

"What's the occasion for getting all sexified, Miss 
Hyper?" I asked as she bobbed up and down against me, 
still grinning like a fool.

"Some guy's taking me out on a date," she said, then 
leaned forward and gave me a kiss, her grin growing even 
wider, which I hadn't thought possible. "You might know 
him."

"I might," I laughed, putting my arms around her waist 
and pressing her against me. "You might like him, if 
he's the one I'm thinking of."

"I hope so. My sister says he's hot." She draped her 
arms over my shoulders and pulled herself up, her skirt 
thwarting her efforts to get her knees on the hood 
behind me, and then just stared at me, suddenly serious. 
"I just ran out of smart. Say something stupid?"

I blinked and took a second to think, the first thing in 
my head being perfectly fitting.

"Narf?"

She burst out laughing, tumbling back onto her feet and 
bouncing as she clapped.

"That was PERFECT, Mr. Man! Totally PERFECT!" She 
grabbed my hands and dragged me to the driver's door. 
"Let's go! I've never been on a date with a guy I've 
liked before. I want to see what it's like!" She stopped 
abruptly and leaned forward to give me an intent stare. 
"Is there going to be funny stuff involved, mister? If 
so, before, during, or after?"
"All of the above, if you're interested and willing."

She squee'd "Movieeeeeee!" as she skittered around to 
hop into the front passenger seat, and then bounced 
right back out again not even a second later, crying, 
"Back pack!" while zooming back into the house. She was 
back out half a minute later with her stuffed back pack, 
which she tossed unceremoniously into the back seat 
before clambering back into the car.

"What's in the pack?" I asked, settling into my seat and 
pulling my seat belt on.

"Just clothes," she answered, putting on a mock innocent 
look.

"Uh huh. That was a pretty solid thud for just clothes."

"Hey. You never know when you're going to need just 
clothes, you know. And I might have packed a few other 
things, just in case. Maybe. Kinda."

I laughed and pulled her over for a kiss.

"Other things, huh? What kind of other things?"

She gave me an even look, her exuberance mostly subdued 
for the moment.

"Depends what kind of date we have. Can I stay with you 
at your place tonight? If things... you know."

And there was that unexpected transition again, the one 
that had always thrown me off before. Hopefully I had a 
better understanding now what she was after, and I gave 
her another kiss, holding her look.

"Let's see how our date goes before deciding that. If it 
goes well like I hope, and like it should, I'd like it 
if you did."

Her grin returned with an enthusiastic, "YAY!"


Chapter 9

"Food or movie first?" I asked, pulling out of the drive 
and setting course for the mall. "If we do food now, we 
can avoid most of the weekend dinner rush."

"But if we do movie, we could have the theater kind of 
to ourselves." She clapped her hands once with an 
enthusiastic bounce. "That sounds like it could be kind 
of fun, too, right?"

I glanced over at her before putting my attention back 
on the road.

"What're you wanting to do for this date, Miss Hyper?"

"Took you long enough to ask, Mr. Man. Sheesh." She 
leaned around her seat with an exaggerated groan of 
effort and grabbed her back pack, hauling it into her 
lap and opening one of the front flaps. She extricated a 
flattish box and held it up in a solemn display. "I 
asked Cindy if she could get me some, just in case."

A quick look over and I laughed: A box of glow-in-the-
dark condoms.

"I'm not laughing at you," I said once I could talk 
again without breaking up, reaching over and giving her 
hand a squeeze to get her attention back and out of her 
sulk. "I'm sorry. I just wasn't expecting that, 
especially glow-in-the-dark ones. Those are very you."

"I know!" She picked up the box and held it out in front 
of her, beaming at it. "They're awesome! I'm just..." 
She looked furtively at me and stuffed the condom box 
back where she'd stored it. "Cindy said I should be more 
forward with you about... that... so I wouldn't be... I 
don't remember the word she used, but you know what I 
mean, right? This is making me feel stupid."

I shook my head and clasped her hand again briefly.

"Her and Aaron talked with us last night about your 
night there. I know what you mean, and I probably owe 
you an apology for not understanding sooner."

"Psh." She smacked my arm before setting to the task of 
shoving her pack into the seat well in front of her, a 
difficult task given that her skirt didn't allow her to 
spread her legs much. "I don't know how to talk with you 
about... you know."

"Wanting sex?"

"Yeah. I have a lot of practice with Sara, but it's... I 
don't know. I can't figure out if..." She sighed and 
leaned against the door, propping her head on one hand 
while giving me a pleading look. "Can you help me with 
words? You're better at figuring out how to say stuff 
than I am."

I looked at her while we were stopped at a light, but 
she was staring at the car ahead of us, unreadable.

"You're not sure if you really do want to fool around 
with me?"

She glanced at me and shook her head, straightening in 
her seat again.

"No, I do. Or at least I want to try. I think. I think I 
can't figure out why? Maybe I'm not as les as I thought? 
I'm not..." She sighed in exasperation and banged her 
head back against the head rest. "Fuck this is hard."

She looked at me when we started moving again.

"I really don't like guys like that. They're just... ew. 
I mean, I like you, and you're totally awesome when 
you're not being stupid or a dick bag-" Which I knew 
mostly referred to when I'd inadvertently raped Sara, 
and I just nodded, "-but I just... you're not..." She 
sighed out a frustrated "fuck..." and went quiet.

"I'm not physically attractive for you," I offered after 
a minute, scanning for a parking slot, which were 
normally readily available in the ass end of the mall 
parking lot, only this was a Saturday, so not so much. 
"Is that what you're trying to get at?"

"Yes! I told you I'm stupid with this sort of thing. 
That's what I meant. I like you, but your bits are 
just... weird. I've been trying and trying to understand 
why Sara likes guys and thinks they're hot, but 
they're... I just don't get it, you know? Girls are all 
curvy and soft and beautiful, and they sound amazing, 
and they smell delicious, and all sorts of yummy, and 
you know what I mean, right? Guys are just... I don't 
know. It doesn't make sense to me, so I think that's 
part of why I'm curious? I don't know how to explain 
stuff like you and Sara can because you're smart with 
words."

I parked and undid my belt to lean toward her, undoing 
her belt and pulling her toward me so we were face-to-
face.

"I don't think you're stupid, Kim. Just because you're 
not good at putting your feelings into words doesn't 
mean you're stupid. It just means we need to spend more 
time together so we can understand each other better, 
right?"

"It makes me feel stupid, though. You two keep telling 
me I'm not, but then we spend time together and you're 
always, like, five giant leaps in front of me with 
stuff."

We were quiet while we looked at each other, and I 
worked things over in my head.

"So you're upset because Sara and I are better at word 
play with each other and you're feeling left out?"

She blinked a few times at me, then sat straight and 
poked my nose.

"Yes," she said. "I think this communication thing is 
going ok, right? Are we understanding each other 
better?"

"I think we're getting a good start on it." I hooked 
some fingers into the low cut front of her shirt and 
pulled her toward me again, sliding my hand up her neck 
to the back of her head as I gave her a kiss. "We still 
have a ways to go before we're able to talk with each 
other without always misunderstanding each other."

She grabbed my hand and moved it back down, planting it 
on one of her breasts. I squeezed and pulled her forward 
again for another kiss, followed by a few seconds of 
silence as we looked at each other.

"So does this mean you're ok with trying the sex thing 
tonight?" she asked, hesitant. "If I'm ok with trying by 
then?"

"Is that what you've been trying to get across the last 
few months, that you're interested in fooling around?"

"Not very well, but yeah. Do you want to?"

"If things go well and we don't end up blowing up on 
each other, I would love to try if you're willing."

She emitted an enthusiastic "EEEEEEEE!" bouncing and 
clapping her hands together with happy abandon. She 
grabbed my face in her hands and kissed the tip of my 
nose before sticking her tongue out at me.

"I want to do a movie first, so we can... um... play? 
Maybe kinda get used to each other so we can do that?"

"Sounds like a good plan to me, but-" I poked her 
breasts, "-you're going to have to lose that bra if you 
want to do that."

"Those are mine!" she cried with mock horror, crossing 
her arms over her chest. "And that wasn't part of the 
plan, Mr. Man."

"What? You said you wanted to play, so let's play."

She peered at me, cupping her breasts in her hands.

"My boobies, my say, Mr. Man. I want to get used to the 
idea first. I don't play like Sara does, so I'm not 
going to just do whatever."

"Fair enough, but you'll be losing it anyway, and it 
will be in the way in the movie."

"Nope! Watch and learn! Muaha!"

She shoved me to face forward before turning and 
scooting toward me, dragging my arm around her shoulder 
and leaning into me. She gave me a meaningful look as 
she held my hand up and pointed at it, then moved it 
down the front of her shirt and under her bra cup, her 
breast sitting neatly against my hand and her nipple 
snug between my fingers. She covered my hand with hers, 
hiding - mostly - the fact I was groping her. I pinched 
her nipple between my fingers and she grinned, settling 
against me.

"And this is how you get your groping done in a dark 
theater, Mr. Man." She turned her head to look at me. 
"Do you think we'll be able to make it a home run 
tonight?"

"That's something like the the fourth time you've asked 
now." I smiled and tilted my head to give her a kiss. 
"If we play our game right, yes, it will be a home run. 
Maybe even a few of them, if you're not too weirded out 
by it."

She grinned and dragged my hand out of her shirt, 
shoving me away and bouncing out of the car.

"Spirited Away, here I come!" she crowed as she slammed 
the door and started hopping around to my side of the 
car.


Chapter 10

"I don't know if I want to do the whole groping thing 
now," Kim whispered in my ear once we were in the 
theater.

Not that I could blame her, since she wasn't as 
exhibitionist as Sara or Cindy and there were a lot more 
people than we had anticipated, considering anime wasn't 
terribly mainstream. We ended up sandwiched between two 
groups of people.

"I thought you said there wouldn't be anyone watching 
this," I said, turning in my seat to poke her.

"I didn't think there would be!" she said, mock pouting.

I reached into my knee pocket and fumbled briefly to 
grab what I wanted, then stuffed the remote vib between 
her breasts and pulled her in close so I could whisper 
in her ear.

"Good thing I'm good at improvising, isn't it?" I asked, 
flipping the vib on for a second and causing her to slap 
her hand over her chest.

"Tickles!" she cried, sticking her tongue out at me as 
she pulled the vib out of her cleavage and closed her 
fingers around it, handing it back to me and leaning in 
close to whisper. "That's totally not the right spot for 
that, you know. And I don't think I want to do that, 
anyway. I'm still... I don't know. Nervous, I guess."

I nodded and I slipped the vib back into my pocket.

"What do you want to do, then?"

"I wanted to do the gropey thing, but there's too many 
people for that, and I'm not... I'm not a show off, you 
know? Well, I am, but not like that. Am I making sense?"

"You're not an exhibitionist."

"That's the word!" She gave me a kiss and licked my 
lips. "I told you you're better with the wordy thing 
than I am." She stuck her tongue out at me and bounced 
as she lit up. "I know what you can do!"

"What's that?"

She leaned in close again so she could resume 
whispering, pulling me over to lean into her.

"I want you to tell me everything you did to Sara last 
night, and other stuff you want to do to her to get her 
all wet and horny. I really want to imagine doing it to 
her, too."

I laughed and tilted her face up to mine to give her a 
kiss, then nibbled her lip.

"Only if you can sit for the whole movie without turning 
to me and talking because I've gotten you horny and 
excited," I told her, taking both her hands in mine and 
holding them still in her lap.

"That is sooooo not going to happen, Mr. Man." She 
bumped her nose against mine and stuck her tongue out at 
me before going back to my ear. "And I don't have a pad 
on, so I can't get too wet without leaving a spot."

"I guess you'll just have to try not to get too turned 
on, then." I grinned against her cheek and nibbled her 
earlobe. "Besides, if you're wanting to feel comfortable 
enough to fool around by the time we get to my place, 
the hornier you are and the longer you are will make it 
easier."

"Alcohol, too." She pulled back a bit and held her gaze 
on mine. "Could we get some drinks, too? Maybe... I 
don't know. Do you think Cindy would do that for us?"

"I'll ask her when we get out of the movie."

"Heeee!"

She bounced and grinned, clapping her hands and settling 
against me. The lights went dim a minute later while I 
was whispering to her how we'd played with Sara the 
night before, starting with our pickup of Cindy from The 
Bull Horn. I managed to tease that out for an hour 
before starting in on thoughts I had for stuff to do 
with, or to, Sara, and that was when Kim started having 
problems keeping her attention on the movie and not 
turning to me whenever I finished an idea.

"Nope!" she proclaimed once the movie was over, grabbing 
me and pulling me back into my seat so she could get in 
close enough to whisper. "When can we do all that to 
Sara? Please can it be soon? Please please please? You 
have no idea how wet I am now thinking about doing all 
of that to her and how horny it would make her."

I laughed and kissed her, nibbling at her lip and 
grinning.

"Have a wet spot going on, I take it?"

"Nooooooo," she denied, looking forward and putting on 
an innocent look. "Just a little. Maybe. A lot. It's 
your fault."

She stuck her tongue out at me and I pulled her toward 
me to give her a kiss, which was rapidly aborted as I 
jerked back to avoid her swiping at my nose with her 
tongue.

"Missed," I laughed.

"For now." She crossed her arms beneath her breasts and 
mocked indifference. "I'll get you later. Just you 
wait."

I leaned forward, holding her far cheek so she couldn't 
turn as I pressed my mouth against her ear.

"So if you're licking me," I said, quietly enough only 
she'd hear, "that means you don't like getting licked 
anywhere?"

"N-" she started, cutting herself short as her brain 
caught her before her tongue got away. She turned her 
head against mine, narrowing her eyes at me in 
exaggerated shrewdness. "Now you just wait a gosh durn 
minute. You're trying to trick me, aren't you, Mr. Man?"

"If that means tease you and get you turned on beyond 
reason, then yes."

I grinned and lightly bit her ear, and she rolled her 
head away from mine and ducked under my hand, rubbing at 
her ear while clambering to her feet. She looked over 
her shoulder at me and stuck her tongue out before 
looking around and gesturing at me to get up with her 
once she saw there wasn't anyone nearby. The back of her 
skirt was indeed a wet spot, probably half the size of 
my palm, and I grabbed her hips to pull her back against 
me. She grabbed my hands and pulled them around her 
waist, leading me behind her.

"Walk with me, Mr. Man, since you caused that spot. Only 
fair you should hide it for me." She licked my cheek 
with a triumphant 'ha,' which turned immediately into a 
surprised cry as I licked hers.

"Goes both ways, you know."

"I still got you. So there." Her tongue came out at me 
again. "I vote we get food now. So hungry!"


Chapter 11

There was a plethora of possible restaurants we could go 
to, and Kim chose sushi. I have no idea why this 
surprised me, but there were two or three decent sushi 
places in town that were actual sit-down restaurants 
rather than just buffet style. We ended up in a smallish 
booth sitting across from each other, and she bobbed 
back and forth while looking over the menu.

"It all looks so gooooood," she whined. "I want 
everything, but I'd so totally explode if I tried to eat 
that much. Well, not the caviar or sardines. Those are 
so not my thing."

"Well, figure out what you want more than the rest. It's 
not like we're in a hurry for eating, you know."

"I know, but it all looks so gooooood." She mock pouted 
and grabbed the order sheet, dashing off a 1 next to 
about a third of what was on the list. "I think that 
will be enough for both of us and maybe some left for 
taking home as midnight snack or something?"

"You're lucky it's not priced per plate, Ms. Hyper," I 
laughed, cutting off about half the wasabi chunk I had 
and adding it to hers, and she squealed in delight. "I 
don't even know what half that stuff is. I'll pretty 
much be eating blind."

"I know!" She grabbed the soy sauce and started mixing 
it into the wasabi with her chopsticks. "But it's all so 
delicious! I can tell you what all of it is. I think. 
They have a lot of white fish, so I hope it's not too 
boring to eat. Eel is really good, though! You will so 
totally have to try that!"

"You'll have to point out which it is. It's all going to 
look the same to me."

"It so doesn't all look the same!" She stuck her tongue 
out at me, then hummed in bliss as she sucked the wasabi 
off her chopsticks. "There's salmon and trout. Those 
don't look like tuna or eel at all."

"What about deep fried stick? Is that a fish?"

She blinked and looked down at the order sheet.

"Deep fried stick? What are you talking about? Sticks 
aren't fish."

I pointed it out under the appetizers section and she 
immediately put a 1 by it, too.

"I want to see what that is," she explained, nodding 
decisively and setting the pencil on the order sheet, 
sliding them to the edge of the table for the waiter. "I 
haven't seen it before."

"Maybe it's exactly what the name says, a stick they 
pulled off the bushes out back and dumped into the 
fryer."

"Bleh." She scrunched her face up. "That would be so 
disgusting. Where do you come up with that stuff, Mr. 
Man?"

"Some sticks are tasty. Like cinnamon."

"Cinnamon is not a stick, Mr. Man. It's bark. I do know 
how to cook." She stuck her tongue out at me. "And don't 
try ginger, either. That's a root. So ha!"

"Now that's something I didn't know about you. Where'd 
you learn?"

She blinked at me a few times.

"How could you not know I cook? Sara never mentioned 
it?"

"You haven't either."

"Oh, I am so totally going to have to make something for 
us for our next date!" She pointed her chopsticks and 
gave a decisive nod. "I make delicious food. You will 
like it. Oh yes. Maybe we could do that next weekend, 
the three of us? I'd like to."

"You think you'll still like me enough after tonight for 
a second date?" I laughed, poking her nose with one of 
my own chopsticks. She swatted at it with her own and 
moved into an en garde pose.

"Feh! Feh, I say! I will defend my honor against this 
establishment! Or whatever the word is I'm looking for. 
En garde!"

I grinned and took up a chopstick in each hand and 
smacked them against her one. She didn't move, putting 
on an indifferent look. I smacked her chopstick again. 
Nothing. I pulled back an inch or two for another smack, 
and then she made her move, rolling and flipping her 
chopstick between her fingers so smoothly I don't think 
I could have hit it even if I'd tried. Three solid 
smacks to each of my chopsticks knocked them to the 
table, followed by a triumphantly innocent look that 
quickly broke down into a giggle and grin as I stared at 
my fallen chopsticks. She tapped the top of my head.

"Well," I declared, picking them up. "That was new, too. 
I can see why Sara likes your fingers so much now."

"Because I'm fast?"

"And nimble. Just like Jack." I ignored her protruding 
tongue. "Do they work as well on yourself as they do on 
her?" I grabbed her hands with mine, giving her a 
bemused smile.

"It's harder to get the right angles on myself," she 
admitted after a few seconds, then leaned forward and 
peered at me. "Maybe I'll be flexible for you when we 
get back to your place. There's a thing or two I can do 
only sis knows about. They're hard to do, though, so I 
don't do them much."

I leaned forward to meet her with a kiss and bite her 
lip, then lowered my voice.

"Really now? What sort of things?"

"Maybe you'll see. You still haven't gotten me turned on 
enough to want to try again. I haven't for a while, so I 
don't know if I still can." She pulled her hands from 
mine and cupped her breasts, squeezing them as she 
looked down. "I have bigger boobs now. I don't know if 
they'll be in the way."

"You're still wanting try all the way tonight?"

She pointed a bland stare at me, setting her hands flat 
on the table.

"Why are you always trying to push me away, Mike? Stop 
acting like I'm Sara, ok? I know with her it's better to 
be careful because of... things, and we might hurt her 
if we're not, but I'm not like her like that. I try 
to... to... Fuck. Help me with words? You're the 
dictionary."

"I don't know what you're trying to say, so I don't know 
what words you want." She pulled her hands away when I 
tried taking hold of them. "I'm not trying to push you 
away. I'd rather not, which is why we're out together 
right now, just us, so we can work on that."

"I know. This is hard for me, ok? I'm not a words 
person, so I don't know how to say what I want."

She picked up her glass of green tea and cupped it 
between her hands, staring into it just like Sara did 
when she was thinking. I gave her silence so she could 
figure out what she wanted, thanking the waiter as he 
came by and took our order sheet.


Chapter 12

"It takes me a while to know what's going on in my head 
so I can tell you what I want, you know? Does that make 
sense?" she said after a few minutes and continued when 
I nodded. "So when I'm telling you I want something, 
it's been on my mind for a long time already, and it's a 
lot of work for me to tell you if it's, if I'm not sure 
how it will go if I tell you, see? So I feel like you're 
just telling me to go away every time you ask me if I'm 
sure about doing this tonight, so I end up feeling like 
you don't want me."

She paused to check her phone when it buzzed at her, 
followed by a dismissive, "Just Cindy."

"Do you think maybe that's part of why we always have a 
hard time talking with each other? Because we don't know 
how to talk with each other?"

"That seems to have been the problem for both me and 
Sara at times with you," I said, covering one of her 
hands with mine. She turned it over and slid her fingers 
into mine. "Usually me more than Sara, though. I've been 
trying to figure out how to make our... relationship, I 
guess is the word I'm looking for. I've been trying to 
figure out how to make things less bumpy for the three 
of us, but talking with Cindy and Aaron last night, I 
realized it's mostly just that you and I need to figure 
out how to talk with each other without confusing 
things."

"Yeah," she agreed, lifting her hand and pulling mine 
with it, peering at me over our twined fingers. "We need 
to be like this, see? Like our fingers, 'cause that's 
how you and Sara are, and me and Sara, but we're more 
like-" She disentangled her fingers from mine and set 
her hand flat against mine so our fingertips were 
touching. "We're more like this a lot of the time." She 
pressed her fingers against mine, pushing my hand toward 
me.

"I think part of that might also be because we're both 
more dominant personalities than we are anything else, 
and we haven't figured out how to work together so we're 
not always clashing on the common ground we have."

She dropped her hand and picked up her chopsticks, 
dipping them in her wasabi mix and then sucking it off.

"Maybe. I don't feel like I'm much of a dom, though. Not 
like you and Cindy are." She looked back up at me from 
her wasabi. "You mean Sara is our common ground, right?"

"Who else would it be?"

"Ok. I wasn't sure. Maybe you meant Cindy, but that 
wouldn't make any sense. We don't fight about Cindy or 
anything."

I just shook my head.

"Not like we do about Sara, anyway. Cindy's a whole 
other thing we need to figure out, isn't she?"

"I think she's too honest sometimes, you know? Like at 
Sara's party, or when we picked her up from her place 
when they had their play date. That hurt."

"Which is why she's bothered by it. She wasn't trying 
to."

"I know." She nodded and grabbed what wasabi I had left 
to add it to hers, eyeing my empty dipping bowl. "You're 
going to need more of that with how fast you're going 
through it, Mr. Man. Sushi is so much more delicious and 
yummy and all sorts of awesome amazing if you have 
wasabi to dip it in."

"I'm sure they'll bring more for you to steal, dear," I 
laughed. "It's too hot for me."

"Eeee! More for me!"

She gave an excited bounce, then broke into an exuberant 
grin when she spotted our waiter approaching with three 
platters full of food, clapping her hands and jittering 
with barely contained enthusiasm.

"Fooooooooood! Oh, this looks so good!" She turned to 
the waiter and clasped her hands in front of her, 
putting on a puppy dog eyes look once he'd gotten the 
trays down. "Can I get more green tea, pretty pretty 
please? I will love you forever and ever and ever. And 
more delicious wasabi?"

"I'll be right out with more." He smiled at her and 
scooped up the empty tea pot, returning to the kitchen.

"Yay!" She clapped her hands and bounced some more, then 
started snagging rolls and slices and all sorts of odd 
looking food pieces to set on my plate. "You'll want 
that one, and this, and you'll so definitely want to try 
that one, and some of this, but I totally want all of 
these because they're just so goooooood, and..." She ran 
out of breath and had to stop to breathe. "Oh my god 
this is awesome! You are the best, Mr. Man!"

She picked up what I assume was a tuna roll, coated it 
with copious amounts of her wasabi mix, and shoved the 
whole thing into her mouth, humming in satisfied bliss.


Chapter 13

For all her enthusiasm, she actually ate slower than I 
did, which made conversation easier, since we weren't 
constantly chewing on something. Of course, it also 
meant dinner took longer than anticipated, and we didn't 
leave until after 8. Not that either of us minded.

And the deep fried stick? It was just tempura. On a 
stick.

"I feel like we're not always fair to Sara, you know?" 
Kim said toward the end of our meal. "Or maybe it's more 
that I'm not. I've been thinking a lot about what 
happened before her party when I got mad and ran away 
and... when I got mad at you and... you know." She 
impaled a fish roll and spun it in place. "I thought it 
would be easier for me than it has been to let her do 
her own thing, be with you and Cindy and I guess now 
Jason and Aaron, too. 

"Does that make sense, Mike? Am I being too jealous? 
I'm... I don't know. I guess I'm worried? I don't know 
what this feeling is. I don't want her getting hurt, but 
I know my brain stuff knows I can't stop that from 
happening, you know? I don't want us turning into Cindy, 
getting fucked up because we only think we love the 
people we're with."

"I don't think we'll turn into Cindy," I said, stealing 
her chopsticks and shoving the fish roll into my mouth 
before she could stop me. I mimed adjusting a halo while 
she stuck her tongue out at me, and I continued when I 
could talk again.

"Cindy's been through a lot of really bad things we 
probably won't experience. She is who she is because of 
that, and we're not going to turn into her just because 
we're getting close with her." I poked my chopsticks at 
her. 

"We're all going to come at our relationships different 
because we're coming in from different backgrounds, 
aren't we? You and Sara are so close because you've 
grown up together, so you're used to things being a 
certain way. I'm still getting to know you both, so 
whatever we have in our relationships is going to be 
different because of that. See where I'm going with 
this?"

"Uh... No?" She furrowed her brow in confusion. "I've 
pretty much always known Sara was into whatever we have 
going, you know? Being open and being with more than one 
person and all that. She's more adventurous than I am, 
which is kind of funny. You'd think I would be, right, 
because I like being with people more than she does? I 
don't get it. It's weird. But it's different now that 
we're actually doing it, you know? I don't know why. 
It's why I think I'm being too jealous, because I want 
her all to myself."

"Have you talked with her about that?"

"Kind of," she said around a mouthful of rice roll, 
shaking her head and finishing her bite. "She doesn't 
understand, I think. We've never ever once been jealous 
of the other, you know? We've always shared everything 
with each other, even if it's stuff we know the other 
doesn't like. I still try giving her peas even though I 
know she hates them." She laughed, but it passed quickly 
and she went back to stabbing sushi rolls. "I was 
talking with Cindy and Aaron about this, too, when I was 
there last weekend, you know? It's kind of why I'm not 
having as hard a time saying this stuff, because I've 
already kind of figured out the words and stuff for it. 
But I want to know what you think, too, you know? Am I 
making sense?"

I just looked at her, thinking, and she started to 
squirm after a minute.

"Maybe I shouldn't have asked," she said quietly, 
engulfing another roll with her mouth.

"You're afraid you're going to lose her just because she 
and I have gotten together? Is that it? Is that why you 
got mad at her before her party, or when she went to 
Cindy's that first time, or whenever else? Because that 
seems to me to be what it is, that you're worried she's 
going to stop loving you and leave you, even though none 
of us want that to happen, so you're trying to hold on 
more than you need to."

She was quiet while she thought, rearranging stuff on 
the plates to make patterns out of it when it wasn't 
ending up in her mouth.

"Are you mad at me, Mr. Man? I think I'm afraid of that, 
too. I mean, I did... um... you know." She tapped my 
shin lightly with her foot and cringed a little. "Maybe 
I'm just being stupid right now about everything. I feel 
like I am. I don't know how to do this whole 
relationship thing very well if it's not Sara, you know? 
I feel like I'm doing everything wrong and messing it 
up." She looked at me and tilted her head. "My brain 
self says I'm just being... self... self contamination? 
Self contentious? What is that word?"

"Self conscious?" I supplied around my drink straw.

"Yes! That's the one! Self conscious. My brain says I'm 
being that, but what if I am being stupid and messing 
things up?"

"As long as you're able to talk about what's on your 
mind, things will be fine, I think. If you need more 
time to think when we notice something's bothering you, 
just say so. That way we at least know something's up 
and might be able to help you figure it out, or figure 
it out ourselves by the time you're ready to talk about 
it."

"You think that will work?"

"I don't see why it wouldn't. If something needs to be 
worked out, we can't do that if we don't know what it is 
and don't talk about it, right?"

"You so smart, Mr. Man. Me love you long time tonight."

I laughed and she made a scarfing noise as she stuffed 
another wasabi coated fish roll into her mouth, bopping 
back and forth and humming while she chewed.

"You still thinking we should hit up Cindy for some 
drinks?"

She made an enthusiastic noise of agreement, nodding 
vigorously and chewing faster so she could swallow and 
talk.

"I want more of that... Crap. I don't remember what it 
was I liked at the party. What was it Sara had? That was 
awesome and amazing and delicious and all kinds of yum!"

"Uh... I don't remember? I think it was a screaming 
orgasm. Ask Sara and find out before we go to Cindy."

"Deal! But what do you want?" She peered at me while 
pulling her phone out. "You are so going to be drinking 
with me, Mr. Man. It's only fair. I'ma bother Sara and 
Cindy at the same time so it's faster."

"I don't even know what drinks can be made. I don't know 
what would be good."

She stuck her tongue out at me and turned her attention 
to her phone, hitting buttons so fast I'm amazed 
anything she entered didn't just come out as gibberish, 
and then we waited. Cindy's message came in first and 
Kim burst out laughing, handing me her phone.

"mr man gettin lucky a lot. wet pussy must be fav so i 
make it like that for u. will give u lots o screamin 
orgasms too."

I passed the phone back, laughing myself, and Kim 
grinned.

"As long as it's good, I'll trust her judgment."


Chapter 14

Cindy dragged us inside when we arrived at 8:30, sliding 
one arm around Kim's hips and her other over my shoulder 
while Kim and I put ours around her waist. Not something 
I think she would have done if she hadn't been sitting 
on the porch in her bathrobe and seen us walk up hand-
in-hand. She laid her head on my shoulder once we 
reached the kitchen and Kim bounced out of the group to 
the counter, where two large shakers stood, gathering 
condensation. Cindy spun and pressed into me, her other 
arm going around my shoulders as she kissed me.

"I'm getting the right impression that your date's going 
well?" she asked quietly, giving me a searching look. 
"Please say yes."

She turned her head a bit to look over her shoulder at 
Kim, calling back to her.

"The brown cap is yours, Little Miss Horny, and the red 
cap is Mike's. You can take those with you when you go. 
I don't want you driving after you've been drinking."

"It's going very well so far," I said once she'd turned 
back to me, and she breathed out a heavy sigh of relief 
and hugged tight to me, burying her face against my 
shoulder. "There's been a few rough spots, and we're 
still getting some stuff figured out, but it's going 
well, all told. I think we just needed to take time and 
talk with each other."

"Just don't let it get fucked up, please?" She breathed 
against my neck and nuzzled closer. "I know I might be 
selfish with pushing you like I did, but I... You three 
have really been a system shock for me, a really big 
fucking shock. Not in a bad way," she added hurriedly, 
lifting up to look at me. "I didn't think I'd ever have 
anyone else do that, after everything I've been through 
and how fucking jaded I am, but now that you're in my 
life, I don't want to let you go. Any of you." She 
growled and pulled away, frowning at herself as she 
spun. "Now I sound like a fucking creeper. Fucking 
great. Just fucking great."

"You are fucking great, 'cause I'm great!" Kim quipped, 
putting on a big, cheesy grin and tilting her hips out 
to one side, arms stretched out above her head.

Cindy laughed and stopped in front of her, leaning 
forward slightly and hooking her fingers under the 
bottom hem of Kim's skirt, looking coy.

"I won't be fucking you tonight, lover girl," she 
lilted, straightening and pressing into her, lifting 
Kim's skirt. She stopped once the skirt was around her 
waist, revealing Kim's complete lack of panties, which 
made it easy for Cindy to get her fingers working 
against her clit. Kim pulled in a deep breath and 
immediately dropped her arms around Cindy's shoulders, 
biting at her lip and whimpering. "I'll tease you right 
to the edge just like Sara likes to be, but you'll have 
to get your orgasms from someone else."

"I can't do- No!" she cried as Cindy pulled her fingers 
away, and she made a desperate grab for her hand to put 
it back to finish her imminent orgasm. She shook and 
trembled and squeezed her legs together when she 
realized it wasn't working, breathing hard and clenching 
her jaw. "Fuck... You are so not-" She gasped and 
clutched tight to Cindy again when her hand went back 
between her legs, stopping a few seconds later right as 
she reached the edge again. "No! I need to! Please!"

Cindy just smiled wickedly and teased her fingers 
through Kim's bush, then gave it a hard squeeze, making 
Kim growl and her knees buckle.

"You are so mean," she pouted, ducking in and biting the 
side of Cindy's neck. Cindy purred and shook her hair 
out of the way, tilting her head to the side as Kim bit 
again. "Meany head." She bit again, higher this time. 
"So." Another bite, hard enough that Cindy drew in a 
sharp breath and tilted her head back. "Mean."

She bit at the hollow of Cindy's throat, latching on 
almost vampire like, and Cindy gasped in a long breath, 
clutching her fingers hard into Kim's hair to hold her 
in place and biting at her lip as she whimpered. She 
panted once Kim let go, her whole body shaking once, 
hard, and she gave a long, sultry hum, gathering Kim's 
hair in her hands and moving in close to her face.

"That was a very good try, Little Miss Horny," she 
purred, sidling around Kim so she could press her back 
against the counter. "It won't work right now, though. 
Aaron's been having fun with me most of the day and I've 
cum as much as I possibly can today."

"Doesn't mean you can't make me cum," Kim answered, 
putting on her pouty angel look.

"You're right. I can't make you cum." Cindy laughed and 
kissed her. "That's not my job tonight. I'm just here 
right now to tease and send you off with drinks."

"You are so mean," Kim said, reaching down to undo 
Cindy's sash and pull it from its loops.

Cindy stepped back a few inches, giving Kim enough room 
to open her robe and start pushing it off her shoulders. 
It caught and bunched at her elbows, revealing the heavy 
red marks of ropes and whips starting just below her arm 
pits. Kim blinked and nudged her back another few steps, 
looking her up and down. Cindy dropped her arms and 
caught her robe as it slid down, then twirled it around 
and draped it over her shoulders, closing the only 
button it had at her neck.

"Are you trying to tell me something, m'dear?"

"I was, but I didn't think..."

"You kind of have to be tied up to endure an hour of 
forced orgasms, lover girl. The whips were earlier this 
afternoon."

She twisted one arm behind her back and gathered her 
robe, twisting it around her waist and twirling slowly 
on spot to show off her marks. Her backside from her 
ankles to her upper back was a maze of red marks, some 
brighter than others, and four spots where the skin had 
broken and bled, but those were all on her back.

"The ropes were on from about five to six fifteen when 
he had me tied to the horse and the magic wands on my 
clit while he fucked me. I'm way too fucking sore now to 
even be turned on. Even that hurts."

Kim looked over Cindy's shoulder as she turned her 
attention to me.

"We totally need to see if Sara is willing to do that," 
she enthused, eyes lighting up. "We could so have tons 
of fun with forcing her to cum while we play with her!"

I laughed and made my way over to them, stopping behind 
Cindy and grabbing her hips to pull her back against me. 
I reached up and undid the button of her robe to pull it 
off her, tossing it toward the sink as she laid her head 
back on my shoulder. Kim immediately closed the distance 
once I had Cindy's hands in mine, my arms around her 
waist, and slid her fingers between Cindy's legs to a 
startled cry. Cindy swore and squirmed in a futile 
attempt to get away, but I held her fast while Kim went 
down in front of her and worked fingers into her.

"Fucking talk about mean," she panted through gritted 
teeth, squeezing her legs together as hard as she could 
to keep Kim from moving her hand, which only mostly 
stopped her.

"You're really wet for being all cummed out, meany 
head," Kim said, grinning, and I bit the side of Cindy's 
neck as she started her thumb moving against her clit.

"Meany head..." Cindy laughed, trying to squirm out of 
my grip, though with less energy than she'd had just a 
few moments earlier. "Meany head." She gasped as Kim 
forced her other hand flat between her thighs and 
twisted it to get her legs spread, setting her fingers 
to work in earnest once she had room to move. 
"Fucking... shit. Hurts. Don't want... to cum."

"Then don't," I said against her neck, biting again and 
tightening my grip on her waist as the strength in her 
legs started going. "You don't have permission."

"Fucker..." she panted, shaking her head back and forth. 
"Not... allowed... make this harder. Shit!" Her eyes 
went wide as Kim moved forward and latched her mouth 
onto her clit, and she lost herself in a stream of 
swearing. "Don't! Stop! Please!"

"I think that means keep going," I said to Kim, and she 
hummed in greedy agreement as she pulled back with a 
grin.

"Get her on the counter, though," she motioned, grabbing 
us both and spinning us around. "I can't get into her 
like I want from this angle."

"Uncle!" Cindy cried, shaking her head vehemently and 
struggling more in my arms. "Please. No. No no no no no 
no. Can't. Can't. Bad. Can't."

There was a note of panic fringing her words that was 
hard to miss, and I released her hands to slide my arms 
around her torso. She started clawing at my hands to get 
out of my arms

"Cindy," I said sharply, trying, and probably failing, 
to also be gentle. "Cindy," I continued, a little more 
evenly, when she didn't stop.


Chapter 15

"Cindy James," from the head of the kitchen as Aaron 
came in, and her breath caught as she went still, 
trembling instead as her attention turned that 
direction. "Cindy James Theresa."

"I'm here," she whispered, pursing her lips and pressing 
back into me as she squeezed her fingers through mine 
again, clamping painfully. She was still shaking and her 
breathing was shallow and uneven, but she had stopped 
struggling.

"I'm sorry, Cindy," Kim said, looking caught and 
miserable. "I'm so sorry. I didn't..."

"Kim," Aaron said, touching her shoulder and moving 
around her. "Not yet." He lifted his hands and brushed 
his fingers through Cindy's hair, and her trembling 
eased out of her. "Are you okay where you are right now 
in Mike's arms?"

"Yes," she answered, quiet and mouse like. "Not their 
fault. It... flashback to the party. Don't know trigger 
this time. I'm sorry. I... I... Kim? Come here?"

Aaron stepped aside as Kim came forward and pressed 
against her, and she pulled one hand from mine and 
clutched to Kim. Her head went forward and she pressed 
her face into the crook of Kim's shoulder, breathing 
deeply for a minute or two before pulling back.

"I'm sorry, lover," she said, mostly herself again. 
"Both of you. I don't where that came from. I really was 
enjoying what you were doing, honest, and getting tag 
teamed by the both of you has been... I've wanted that, 
wanted all three of you at once, which is why I was so 
wet." She turned her head back to look at me. "And I 
almost did cum again when you told me I couldn't. That 
would have hurt like so much hell, but seeing the both 
of you when you got here, and Mike reassuring me, 
that..." She shook her head and took a deep breath, let 
it out slowly. "I'm going too fast. I don't have my head 
together with everything yet. Please don't leave me?"

"You want us to fuck like bunnies here instead of at 
Mike's?" Kim asked, perplexed.

Cindy opened her mouth to protest and then shut it 
again, blinking stupidly for a few seconds before 
pursing her lips and dropping her gaze away from all of 
us.

"I'm sorry," she whispered, sighing. "I'm being selfish 
again. I can't even stop myself from fucking up 
something simple like giving you two drinks for your 
night together. I'm stupid."

"So not allowed, Cindy woman," Kim said, bopping a 
finger lightly on Cindy's nose. "We don't allow talk 
like that. Calling yourself stupid when you're not is 
dumb."

"Not the best phrasing, Kim," from Aaron, and she stuck 
her tongue out at him as she glanced over her shoulder. 
"I don't disagree with the sentiment, but it needs to be 
better phrased. How you say things does matter. We'll 
discuss that later, though. She wasn't asking you to 
stay so she could watch. She's still insecure about the 
solidity of her relationship with you three and worries 
a lot you'll no longer wish to be friends because of her 
problems, and that's why she asked you not to leave."

Cindy nodded a bit but remained silent, still downcast, 
while Kim digested that.

"I don't understand," she said after a minute, tilting 
her head while she looked at Cindy. "If we haven't 
walked away when you've been-" She stopped and thought a 
moment, rephrasing before continuing. "You've done stuff 
that hurt all of us and we haven't left, and this isn't 
as bad as all that. I've done worse to Sara and Mike and 
they still want me. We can love you enough to still want 
you, too, silly."

She shook her head and flicked her gaze at Kim before 
looking back at the floor, pursing her lips and sighing.

"People lie all the time, Kim, especially to people they 
don't want to be around, and I... I'm a very high 
maintenance person, and people don't like that kind of 
stress. Aaron and my sister are the only ones I've ever 
known who haven't ever lied about leaving me, but I 
still don't believe it because everyone else has lied. 
Sara and Mike were the first people I really put myself 
out to in years, and that took a lot of convincing 
myself it might be ok this time, that maybe I'd finally 
managed to pick out some good people. I have a shit 
record for that. I can't read people for shit. I've 
barely learned how to read myself."

She drew in a deep breath and let it out in a long sigh.

"I'm sorry. I feel like I've ruined your date and all I 
was doing was making sure you had some drinks. What 
happened?"

"We're horny teenagers," I said, covering her mouth 
before she could reply, "and you're a very beautiful 
woman we're growing to love, despite the missteps we're 
having along the way."

"Love is a very dangerous word to use with me," she 
answered, subdued, turning in my arms to face me. "Don't 
use it if you don't mean it. I've been hurt too much by 
it."

"I do mean it. There's still a distance to go, and I 
don't know if or how long it will take until you're as 
close with us as we are with each other, but as long as 
we make sure we understand each other, we can work 
through whatever comes up and not drift apart, right?"

I caught Aaron's nod out of the corner of my eye, but I 
figured it was best to keep my attention on Cindy for 
the moment.

"I think you're underestimating how good I am at 
completely fucking things up," she said after a pause, 
then pulled me down for a kiss. "But thank you for the 
honesty. That's all I ever ask. Just please be honest 
with me. Don't hide things. Don't pretend. Just be 
honest about the things that matter."

I glanced over her briefly at Kim.

"We'll do our best. It may take a while with some 
things, though."

She snorted and turned her head to look at Kim, her 
insecure mood washing away like it had never been.

"If a few months is a while for facing up to something 
as important as making nice with your girlfriend's 
sister lover so your relationship doesn't fall apart, I 
think we'll be fine on that front. You're already better 
at the whole poly thing than most people I know who are 
trying, and they've been doing it for ten fucking years 
or more."

She turned in my arms again and grabbed Kim, pulling her 
forward and wrapping her arms around the both of us.

"I want you next weekend, lover girl. I really want to 
ask for Sara or Mike, too, or all three of you, but I 
think we still need to work up to that."

"Yes we do," Aaron interjected, switching his attention 
back and forth between Kim and me. "At least with these 
three, given the circumstances. I don't want you rushing 
this, and they're still figuring out their shit. No 
offense to you two."

"Fucking hell, I hate that phrase." Cindy rolled her 
eyes and turned her head to give Aaron a look. "If no 
offense is meant, why assume it will be taken?"

"I don't make it a habit to assume things with people I 
barely know."

"Why don't we just do a..." Kim began, then sighed in 
frustration. "Fuck, I hate words. They make things so 
hard sometimes." She was quiet a minute while she 
thought, then looked at Aaron before setting her focus 
on Cindy again.

"Things are going ok like we've been doing, right? So 
why don't we just keep doing that? If we want time, we 
make a date and then we're cool. Right? Sara and me and 
Mike see each other more than we see you, so we have 
more time for working out our stuff. I don't see why 
that would be a problem if we want to spend time with 
you, or you with us."

"It's only a problem if there's going to be intimacy. 
With the current track record, that's most of the time, 
and Cindy has a hard time stepping back afterward so she 
can avoid falling into the bad spots in her head."

"I need a lot of aftercare," Cindy clarified, leaning 
forward slightly to give Kim a kiss. "I really want to 
spend more time with all of you, but Aaron's right. We 
need to spend more time one-on-one, or two-on-one, or... 
Gods that's a distracting thought." She hummed 
pleasantly and pulled Kim against her for a longer kiss. 

"You have no idea how badly I want to give myself to the 
three of you at the same time, but I really, really 
can't. It would fuck with my head so bad, so we need to 
put in the work to make a stable foundation before we 
can even think about fucking like bunnies in a days long 
orgy. Does that make sense, lover girl?"

"So we just don't do group dates here. Easy peasy!"

"You are so fucking incorrigible," Cindy laughed, 
sliding her hands down to squeeze Kim's ass. "Fine. 
We'll give that a try and see if it works. But you two 
have a date you need to get back to!" She pushed Kim 
back as she stepped forward, then smacked her still bare 
ass as she spun her toward the drinks. "Get your shit 
and get back to Mike's so you can fuck each other 
senseless."


Chapter 16

"I don't understand her sometimes," Kim said, staring at 
the front door before I started my car. "Her moods 
change so fast."

"Probably caused by a lot of what she's been through, I 
imagine."

She turned toward me, fiddling with the top loop on her 
pack.

"Do you think she'll be ok?"

"She's gone through worse, hasn't she? And she has Aaron 
to watch after her, or her sister or us."

"I guess that's true." She turned her attention to the 
shakers between her legs, picking one up and wiping off 
the condensation. "What about these? Do you think she 
made them strong?"

"I think that's a guarantee, isn't it? But if they're 
too strong, we won't be able to do much fooling around, 
will we?"

"Pooh. I hadn't thought of that. But they're so 
delicious!" She hugged the shaker to her chest and 
bounced. "I want to start drinking mine now, but then I 
won't have any left when we get to your place. 
Miiiiiiiiiike! Help me!"

I laughed and reached over, took her shaker and moved it 
from between her legs to the cup holder in the dash.

"If you drink it before we're at my place, you'll 
probably be too drunk to have any fun."

"So not the point, Mr. Man. I'll have fun, anyway. I've 
liked tonight so far. That counts, right?"

"I'm pretty sure that counts for a lot, actually. Do you 
think we'll be able to stay on like this?"

"What do you mean?"

"Do you think we'll be able to remember to talk like we 
have been tonight?" I cast a quick look over at her, saw 
she was looking at me, and continued my thought. 
"Because we haven't been very good at it so far. It did 
take Cindy and Aaron giving us a kick in the ass to get 
us to do it, and that doesn't seem like a good way to 
keep doing it."

She scrunched her face up at me, obviously confused.

"But weren't you just telling Cindy that we'll be ok as 
long as we remember to do the whole talking thing? I 
mean..."

She tilted her head down and to the side, looking 
sidelong out the front window.

"I know we've kinda sucked at the whole talking with 
each other thing so far, and we maybe should have 
started sooner, but I'm not getting why you're worried 
now, 'cause you keep saying we just need to remember to 
talk, right? And then you're all-" She dropped her voice 
to imitate me. ""We've sucked before so we're always 
going to suck." That doesn't make any sense, you know?"

That wasn't something I had noticed I was doing, and I 
had to stop and absorb it for a few minutes. She was 
right, of course. It wasn't what I'd been thinking, so I 
needed to figure out my thought process on the matter 
for it to make sense with the situation. We were almost 
back to my place by the time I had, but I waited until 
we were parked before explaining.

"It's not so much that I'm worried we'll not talk," I 
started, undoing my seat belt so I could turn to face 
her. "Obviously we're doing that now. I'm just worried 
we'll forget to do it, or that we'll get stuck trying to 
figure out what's on our minds and never get around to 
it. It's why we needed Cindy and Aaron to beat us over 
the head to get us talking, because it takes you a while 
to figure out words and I'm not..."

Self-analyzing to find one's shortcomings even when 
aware of them doesn't always mean you know how to 
communicate them.

"You can be pretty dumb sometimes," Kim said, shaking a 
finger at me and giving me a mock-serious knowing look.

"I guess that's one way to put it," I agreed with a wry 
laugh. "But you see what I mean? You and I have probably 
one of the worst let's-talk-with-each-other situations 
going. You have a hard time communicating and I don't 
always pick up on stuff."

"I've done that whole communicaty thing with you 
tonight, and we're not doing what I've said I want to 
try doing." She leaned forward so our faces were only a 
few inches apart. "Know why?"

"Why's that?"

"Because we're still sitting in your car here instead of 
in your room getting drunk and having fun." She darted 
forward and licked my nose, grinning triumphantly as she 
pulled back and grabbed the shakers. "So ha! Now hurry 
before I start getting too nervous."

She shoved one shaker under an arm as she sprung out of 
her seat, skipping up to the front porch after hip 
checking the door closed. I shook my head and hauled her 
pack out of the seat well, amazed at the weight she'd 
managed to stuff into it.

"Hey!" she cried as I made a show of straining to drag 
it along the ground. "It is so not that heavy, Mr. Man! 
I only have a few things in there! Hurryyyyyyyyyyyy!"

"You have enough stuff in here to supply a small 
country, woman!"

"Do not!" She stuck her tongue out at me, setting her 
hands on her hips. "I can only supply half a small 
country. So there!"

"Fair enough."

She made a bee line for the kitchen, where I joined her 
after dropping her pack on my bed. She'd poured the 
drinks already and was dancing in place in front of the 
fridge, reading a note from my parents. I came up behind 
her and put my hands on her hips, pulling her back 
against me to read over her shoulder. The note confirmed 
what I'd figured already when I'd seen my dad's car was 
gone, and I glanced over at the counter to spot the 
fifty they'd left for food, most likely expecting I'd 
order pizza or something and vegetate in front of the 
television.

"Do they do that a lot?" Kim asked, still looking at the 
fridge note. "Leave for the weekend and leave you the 
house, I mean."

"Twice a month, usually, every other weekend." I 
shrugged. "Usually they're not gone overnight, so we got 
lucky."

"Nuh uh." She raised her arms over head and spun in my 
arms, planting her feet firmly as she draped over my 
shoulders, pressing against me. "We totally haven't 
gotten lucky yet, Mr. Man. We are so totally still in 
the kitchen, and you seriously should believe me when I 
say counter tops and linonen... lemolen... whatever. 
Kitchen floor. They are so not comfy for sex."

She nodded decisively, clamping her mouth on her drink 
straw and sucking.

"What you're telling me, then-" I slid my arms around 
her waist to hold her tighter against me, "-is we should 
migrate to my room and start fooling around?"

"In doubly bubbly, my good Mr. Man." She grinned as I 
laughed, bouncing back and forth in my arms while 
sucking down more of her drink. "Oh my god, this is 
good! You so totally need to try this one, Mr. Man! 
Seriously! Try it!"

I ignored the proffered straw, moving my hand up to the 
back of her neck and bringing her in for a kiss instead 
so I could taste her and the drink. It took her a few 
seconds to catch on to what I was doing, but she did 
start returning the kiss with a tentativeness that 
passed the longer we kissed. Her arms went back around 
my neck and she set her forehead against mine, rubbing 
her nose against mine.

"You seriously need to shave, Mr. Man," she proclaimed 
after a minute, between kisses. "I don't like it. It's 
starting to hurt. You weren't all stubbly and sandpaper 
when I let you kiss me at Sara's party."

I laughed and leaned down to kiss her throat as I pulled 
her head back.

"That's easy enough to fix, if you're stable enough to 
join me in the bathroom after already drinking most of 
what Cindy made you."

"I have not!" She shook her glass behind my head, the 
sound of mostly empty and ice coming out of it. She 
blinked at it while I tried not to grin. "I didn't do 
it. Nope." She stuck her tongue out at me and pushed me 
back a step, pointing at my drink. "You still have 
yours! So ha! Ha!"

"I'll finish it while I'm shaving for you. So ha."

She squee'd and bounced, excitedly flailing her free 
hand while she sucked down what remained of hers, then 
hopped off to the bathroom, pulling her shirt over her 
head as she went. I laughed and shoved a straw into my 
drink, following after and pocketing the fifty my 
parents had left.


Chapter 17

Kim was sitting in her bra on the edge of the tub, 
watching me take drags on my drink between making bare 
trails in the shaving cream. I didn't think it tasted 
quite the same as what Cindy'd made at the party, maybe 
a little stronger, but I was hardly a connoisseur of 
alcoholic beverages.

"I don't understand how guys are able to shave using a 
mirror," Kim said once I was almost done. "I get so 
turned around when I try. Everything's backward."

"I only use the mirror so I can see if I've missed a 
spot." I shrugged and finished off a quarter of my 
drink, leaving maybe an eighth left. It was rapidly 
kicking in, faster than I had been expecting, so I was 
trying to get the shaving done before I lost the 
coordination to do it. "I think any guy who says they 
use the mirror to shave and don't do it by feel is 
probably lying. You're not always going to have a 
mirror."

"It's why I don't shave like Sara does. I need to be 
able to see what I'm doing, you know?" She spread her 
legs and looked down at her pussy. "And I think it would 
feel weird. I don't remember what it's like not having 
hair there."

"Maybe one of us could shave you so you could find out."

I glanced down at her when she started rocking back and 
forth, barely catching herself with one hand as she 
tilted backward, the alcohol really kicking in.

"But not tonight, since we're both drunk."

"Hee! I know!" She squeeled in delight, jittering and 
grinning up at me before her attention wandered back to 
her pussy, pulling lightly at her hair.

"I think I like having the hair, though. It seems like 
all the girls shave it off. Sara and Cindy do. A lot of 
the girls in my gym class do. Means I get to stand out 
if I don't, you know?" She nodded to herself and looked 
back up at me. "I mean, it's fucking hot to see a girl 
shaved, but if it's everyone, it's like it loses the 
point, right? Ooh!"

She straightened and clapped her hands together, a 
brilliant look on her face.

"That's totally something we can do together, Mr. Man! 
We can ogle all the hot chicks!"

I laughed and finished my shaving, gave myself a last 
lookover in the mirror, then bent and washed off the 
remnants of shaving cream.

"You're on the list of hot chicks to ogle, I assume," I 
slurred around my straw, noisily downing the remainder 
of my drink while I eyed her. "Because you should be if 
you're not."

It was true, too. She should be. I'd not had a chance 
before to just look at her, and the one time I had seen 
her naked her sister had been on top of her and between 
her legs for most of it, but she was beautifully 
proportioned. She had a dancer's body - probably from 
all the bouncing and such she did - strong and well 
toned, but without the leanness most dancers had. I 
hadn't missed that she'd filled out more since Sara and 
I had gotten together, mostly in places that would 
generally be agreed on as enhancing her attractiveness. 
She had slightly larger breasts than Sara, but the same 
eyes and hair, though hers was honey blonde.

"What?" from her brought me back to reality. "You're 
staring like a creeper, Mr. Man." She peered at me, half 
squinting.

"Just enjoying the beautiful woman sitting in the 
bathroom with me," I answered, taking a step forward and 
leaning down over her, brushing my fingers through her 
hair so I was holding her head between my hands.

"I am!" she beamed up at me, pulling my hands down and 
using them as leverage to get to her feet, swaying her 
hips back and forth once she was steady. "I want to 
dance! We have the house to ourselves!"

She twirled on the spot, her balance precarious at best, 
but managed not to go over. I'm not sure I would have 
been able to catch her and keep us both up if she had 
gone over. She turned her head to look at me over her 
shoulder, raising her arms and swaying. I stepped 
forward again, running my fingers up her back from her 
ass.

"I have a bra on, Mr. Man."

"That's easily solved, Ms. Hyper."

She grinned as the strap went loose, dropping her hands 
to her shoulders and shrugging the bra off, letting it 
fall unceremoniously into the tub.

"Riiiiiide, ride my see-saw," she sang, spinning back 
around to face me. "Take this place. On this trip. Just 
for me." We started moving backward, stopping in the 
hall while she grinned and half bounced, half swayed 
with me. "Moody Blues! Tell me you have them! They are 
the super best music for dancing!"

"What kind of dancing, is the question."

"Oh! Right! We were going to sex!" She squee'd and 
bounced, hopping down the hall and tugging me after. 
"You can't have clothing stuff on, Mr. Man! And I 
brought stuff! I want to show you it! Hurryyyyyyyyyyyy!"

"Glow in the dark condoms?" I laughed, tugging her 
backward and into my arms, stumbling a bit with the 
sudden change of direction. I gave her a kiss before she 
could start complaining we weren't still moving to my 
room. "What else did you pack?"

"Fun things! Lots of fun things!" She tried grabbing one 
of my hands and missed the first time, then shifted her 
attention so she could see what she was doing, putting 
it on her ass. Her exuberance was subdued when she 
looked back at me. "Will you hate me if I'm not able to? 
I don't want you hating me."

"I'm not expecting anything more than just spending the 
night with you, and I'm not going to force you. If you 
want to and you're willing, we'll figure out some way to 
make it work, even if that means you're on my lap and 
I'm playing with you while we watch your favorite porn."

She beamed and hopped in my arms, her grin returning.

"I brought that! A few of them! One is a really hot 
woman getting tied up and stuff and electric stuff being 
used on her, and another is two women doing massage on 
each other, and another is really hot fisting, and you 
have to see theeeeeeeem! Let me show yoooooou!"

She jittered out of my arms and twirled back around, 
hopping side to side down the hall, somehow managing to 
keep her singing even while she did.

"A thousand pictures can be drawn from a word, only who 
is the artist? Ooh!" She stomped to a stop and spun 
around in front of my door, grabbing the door jam and 
peering at me. "We should totally have you paint me! I 
want... I want butterflies here-" she cupped her 
breasts, "-and, and a flower starting here, with leaves 
and stuff-" she cupped her pussy, "-and growing up my 
stomach, and could you do that!? Oh my god that would be 
so awesome!"

She eyed me expectantly, giving me a puppy dog look.

"I would, but I don't have any body paints."

"Pooh..." She deflated momentarily, a short lived two 
seconds, before giving a hop and bouncing over to my 
bed. "Porn it is! Back pack! Sexy fun times!"

I laughed and kicked my shoes into a corner, stripping 
my clothes off while watching her upend her pack and dig 
through her pile of clothes, toys, manga, discs, and I 
couldn't tell what all else.

"I'm so dumb," she muttered, a cd case in each hand, 
flipping them over and back again. "I forgot to name 
these, and I don't know which is my happy porns and 
which is Trigun."

I grabbed a marker from my cup of pens and snatched one 
of the discs, opened it up and wrote "The Porns" on it.

"Hey!" she cried, stealing the disc back and pouting at 
it. "What if that's Trigun?"

"That can be fixed," I answered, brandishing the marker 
at her and turning my computer on once I'd dropped into 
my chair.

"But that's permanent marker. It can't be erased."

"Doesn't need to be. Now bring your stuff and get in my 
lap, Ms. Hyper. We still have things to do before the 
night's over."

"You have me to do! Mwahahaha!"

She grinned and tossed a rabbit vib, a spot vib, and a 
metal thing in a sleeve at me, then plonked onto my lap 
with her discs in hand. The metal thing was an eight 
inch handle with a small pinwheel of needles on one end. 
I held it up and gave her an inquisitive look.

"I didn't think you were into this sort of play," I 
said, tapping the pinwheel, still in its sleeve, against 
one of her nipples.

"Hey!" She swatted my hand away and snatched the 
pinwheel, setting it next to my keyboard along with the 
discs. "My nipples!"

She wiggled and made herself comfortable, her legs 
draped to either side of mine so they were spread and 
couldn't easily be closed, then handed me the unlabeled 
disc.

"Do your thing, Mr. Man!"


Chapter 18

"And now we know which is which," I said, adding 'is a 
Lie' to the disc I'd already labeled. "This one's 
Trigun, and the unlabeled one is your porns."

"I don't think I like your labeling." She stuck her 
tongue out at me and flipped the cd case onto my desk, 
settling back against me and taking control of the 
mouse. "I want to try some other stuff tonight, ok? Like 
the wheel thingy."

"Other stuff would include what you mentioned during 
dinner?"

I tilted my head over her shoulder, and she was quiet 
while she thought for a few seconds, then grabbed one of 
my hands and moved it between her legs, setting it on 
her pussy. I slid my fingers along her slit, but she 
wasn't very wet.

"It's easier for me to do that if I'm really horny and 
wet," she said, her attention on navigating her files to 
select one but not immediately opening it. She let go of 
the mouse and leaned back instead, staring at the 
screen.

"I'm... nervous, I think. I don't know what to do with 
you. Everything I can think of to do with you - like 
playing stuff, you know - it's always stuff you do to 
Sara. I'm not..." She sighed and turned to look at me, 
but I couldn't read her look. "This is really, really 
hard for me, Mike. It's like we were talking earlier. I 
really want to fool around with you, honest, but you 
just... you're not curvy and stuff."

"Is that why you wanted to be sneaky about getting 
worked up during the movie, so maybe you could lose some 
of your inhibitions?"

"And the drinks," she agreed, nodding, "but that's not 
working like I was hoping. I don't know why, 'cause it 
looked like it worked really good for everyone at the 
party, right? I don't know why I'm not... you know."

She put one hand over the one she'd put on her pussy, 
sighing and turning back to the screen. I thought while 
I held her.

"I guess this solves the ever lasting mystery of whether 
I really am a lesbian?" she said after a few minutes. 
"'cause I'm not... Sitting here like this isn't getting 
me going at all, and the more I think about it, the less 
I am."

"You didn't seem to have any problems during the movie, 
though." I moved my hand from between her legs and 
folded my arms across her stomach, holding her hands in 
mine. "What's different this time?"

"We're naked?" She shrugged and dropped her head back 
against my shoulder, making an annoyed sound, mostly at 
herself. "I don't know, Mike. I don't think it's you, 
'cause what we did during the movie got me going so much 
I felt like I was going insane. And ganging up on Cindy 
was the same way. Well, it wasn't exactly the same, but 
you know what I mean, right? But this is different, and 
I can't explain it."

She rolled her head to look cross-eyed at me, not able 
to focus that close.

"Do you think maybe you were right, that we're both 
domly sorts of people? Are you having fun because I'm 
letting you do stuff to me? Or do you like it because 
it's me?"

"Not the sort of thing I was expecting to be asked 
tonight," I answered absently after a few seconds, 
thinking.

She stuck her tongue out at me and said, "I'm serious, 
Mike. Why can't you be, too? You always seem to be so... 
I don't know the word. You never seem to take me 
seriously, and it hurts. It's like you just want me to 
go away and stop bothering you and Sara."

"I am taking you seriously. You leaving is the last 
thing I want to happen with our relationship. I was just 
thinking out loud, because that honestly wasn't a 
question I was expecting. I've never really thought 
about it, so I don't know. I really have enjoyed 
spending time with you, but I haven't been doing much to 
you, but until just now, we haven't been doing anything 
directly, either."

I slid one hand down to her leg and lifted it, turning 
her on my lap so she was sitting sideways and we could 
face each other more easily.

"You said when we were at the movies that you wanted to 
imagine yourself doing to Sara what I do with her, 
making her all desperate and needy."

"Yeah, but I like making her that way, or thinking about 
doing it. That's why I got so wet."

"So doesn't that answer the question? If being on the 
receiving end doesn't do it for you, but being the one 
doing things does, then maybe we should figure out 
things we can do together to make Sara squirm and turn 
her panties into a soaking mess."

She didn't say anything immediately, instead settling 
against me and laying her head on my shoulder.

"Are you ok if I just think for a few? You can play with 
me if you want, but I don't know if it will get me going 
or not."

"I'll let you think."

I gave her a kiss and ran my fingers slowly along her 
hip and thigh, both of us silent. She kicked my table 
when my screen saver came on, jolting the mouse just 
enough to turn it off and muttering, "Stupid 3D pipes. 
Super ugly." I just nodded, and she took my hand a few 
seconds later to place it back between her legs. I 
pressed a finger against her opening and met some 
wetness. Not much but definitely more than before.

"Is it wetter?" she asked, shifting a bit so she could 
spread her legs and give me more room to work with. She 
drew in a short breath when I slid a pair of fingers 
into her as my answer, her insides tightening at the 
invasion. "Shut up, Mr Man."

"Didn't say a word," I laughed, wiggling my fingers in 
her as I adjusted my angle so I could work them in 
deeper.

"Shut up," she breathed, taking hold of my wrist to keep 
me where I was and leaning forward to kiss me. "I think 
maybe you were right. Being all dom gets me going more 
than thinking about being sub like. I think that's maybe 
why I like the porn I do, because I can imagine myself 
being the one doing the stuff like I would do it."

"So let's watch what you brought and figure out if we 
could do it to Sara together," I said, giving her a kiss 
and biting lightly at her lip. "Or maybe even to Cindy, 
if she's ever ok with trying it."

She clamped down on my fingers, a slow, involuntary 
squeeze, and then she did it again intentionally, 
harder, when I wiggled them some more in her.

"I think you had that idea all planned out," she 
accused, straightening and turning on my lap so she was 
straddling me again, holding my hand inside her the 
whole time.

"I planned nothing."

"Totally planned the whole thing," she repeated and 
nodded, leaning back against me after making sure we 
were both comfortable, then opened the video she'd 
selected earlier. I recognized the domme as someone from 
Kink, but hadn't seen the model, a goth woman with the 
same build as Sara, making it apparent right off as to 
one reason Kim enjoyed the session.

"Remember I said I wanted to try some things?" she 
continued, pausing the video and turning a bit to look 
at me, and I nodded. "I want... Wait. Back up, 'cause I 
need to explain first."

She gasped as I started working my fingers against her 
g-spot, tightening on my fingers as hard as she could 
but didn't move to pull my hand away. She was definitely 
wetter.

"Stop it! I need to explain! Don't distract me! I want 
things done a certain way, ok?" She mock glared as I 
teased her g-spot again, then darted forward, licked my 
nose, and stuck her tongue out at me.

"I usually cum real fast when I'm watching these 'cause 
they get me so turned on. This one I've watched so much 
I can time it so I can cum at the same time the woman 
does, but the others I'm only able to watch a few 
minutes before I do. It's really hard for me to control 
myself and stop before I'm at the point where I can't 
stop from cumming. Does that make sense?"

"Following along so far. I get the impression having 
something in you makes it even easier for you to cum?"

She nodded and gasped loudly as I started to slowly 
finger fuck her, and she clamped down on my wrist with 
one hand to make me stop, whimpering and squeezing her 
eyes shut.

"It does," she squeaked when she was able to talk again, 
letting go of my hand. "That sucked so hard. I was 
getting close, and now all the teasing is coming back 
now I'm all horny again, and I need to cum sooooooo 
baaaaaaaaaaad. Like, needing it hurts kind of bad. But 
that's the thing I want to try, see? And I think you 
might need to handcuff me or something so I can't reach 
my pussy, 'cause I'm going to be going insane."

"You want me to tease you but not let you cum?"

She nodded while cringing.

"The idea scares me, 'cause I've never done it before, 
and I cum real easy and real hard most of the time. 
Maybe not as hard as Sara, 'cause I've never squirted 
like she can, but once I get going, I really, really, 
really need to cum or it hurts so bad, but I think maybe 
I want to be that horny so when we finally... you 
know... it will be easier for me."

"I thought you said having stuff done to you doesn't do 
much to get you going."

"That's why we're watching my porns, dummy head!" She 
stuck her tongue out at me. "So can we try that? Pretty 
please with me on top?" She tilted her head to the side 
and mocked adjusting a halo.

"Both of us being drunk is going to make that really 
hard to do, you know."

"I will totally cross my heart and hope to die never 
ever complain about having me some orgasms."

She grinned and I laughed, then reached into the back of 
my desk's bottom drawer to pull out two pairs of leather 
wrist cuffs and their locks.


Chapter 19

With Kim's hands cuffed to her elbows and discovering 
she had no control over her pussy tightening as she 
approached orgasm, it was surprisingly easy to stop so 
she wouldn't cum, even with the alcohol clouding my 
brain. The first video only amounted to a half dozen 
times of stopping her on the edge, but even that had her 
trying to squirm off my lap and get me into bed so I 
would fuck her. I had a different idea, though, and it 
wasn't hard to keep here on my lap: just stick my 
fingers back in her.

"Nooooo!" she whined, trying to turn around enough to 
face me but not succeeding with her legs still 
straddling mine. "I need to cuuuuuuuuum! You are 
meeeeeeeeeeeeean!"

I just grinned and started to slowly finger fuck her 
again, stopping after only a few strokes when I felt her 
tightening on my fingers. She let out a desperate growl 
of frustration, trying again to squirm off my lap to my 
bed, but I held her where she was.

"There's still one more to watch," I hinted, teasing my 
fingers again at the entrance of her pussy.

"No!" she cried, trying once more to shove me out of my 
chair, almost succeeding in kicking enough to start us 
rolling toward the bed. She didn't notice, though. "That 
one's like an hour long! No! I can't take any more! 
Please! Please let me cum!"

"Do you still want to try for all the way?"

I pressed my fingers slowly into her, sliding over her 
g-spot as I did and settling my thumb on her clit, 
working them all slowly enough she wasn't going to be at 
the edge very quickly. She arched her hips up off my lap 
trying to press against my hand, head going back while 
muttering incoherent "fuck"s and "please"s. 

I grinned and bit the side of her neck, shoving us away 
from my computer so we spun and were facing my bed. She 
cried out in surprise as I stood and brought her with 
me, propelling her onto the mattress. I about fell over 
doing it, though, the sudden movement kicking off the 
drunkenness we'd been nursing with the remainder of the 
drinks. I managed to catch myself before going down and 
landing on the box of condoms Kim had brought.

"Glowy!" she cried in rapt attention, writhing up the 
bed to the pillows. "I want to see them! Turn the lights 
off! They glow when they get warm!"

"We may not need lights with as hot as you are, then," I 
laughed, tearing open the box and pulling one of the 
condoms off the sheet inside. I'd been hard for probably 
the last two hours, and staying that way to get the 
thing on wasn't difficult. I stumbled over to the light 
switch, flipped it and the monitor off, then turned and 
waited for my eyes to adjust to the dark.

Kim's distracted giggling did more to lead me back to my 
bed than being able to see did, since the condom did 
indeed react to body heat. I found her ankles and hauled 
her down to me at the edge of the bed, making her squeal 
in surprise when I wasted no time in positioning myself 
and shoving hard into her, burying myself all the way. I 
felt her immediately tighten, but I didn't move, just 
matched her grinding so she wasn't instantly cumming. I 
grabbed her forearms and pulled her into a half-sitting 
position, holding her like that with one hand while I 
gripped my other into her hair, making sure she couldn't 
but watch the glow of the condom drive into pussy while 
I fucked her.

Her legs went around my waist, holding tight and waiting 
while I didn't move, waiting myself for her pussy to 
unclamp slightly, letting me know she wasn't going to 
immediately cum the first time I shoved back into her. 
She was trembling, whispering incoherently under her 
breath in anticipation, and then I pulled out slowly, 
causing her to draw in an equally slow and needy breath. 
I held for about ten seconds, shifting my hand from her 
arms to the back of her head so I had a better grip, 
then pounded into her, as hard and deep as I could 
manage, and it took only three strokes of that before 
she was exploding, almost breaking my grip on her hair. 
She didn't cum as hard or as loudly as Sara did, even 
after being teased to the edge every minute or two for 
so long, but she came for a lot longer, and I stood 
buried in her completely for a good minute while her 
orgasm tore through her.

By the time she began tapering off, her pulsing had 
gotten me pretty close to cumming myself, and I started 
fucking her again, faster this time, and she panted and 
whimpered with each stroke, fingers clutching and 
clamping at her arms or her palms. The condom killed a 
lot of the feeling of being in her, and it took a 
frustratingly long time before I hit my own orgasm, and 
she'd had another by the time I reached mine, not as 
strong but just as long, so she was still cumming when I 
climaxed, letting my weight and my grip on her hold her 
completely on my cock.

She folded backward once I released her hair, 
readjusting her legs around my waist so she was still 
holding onto me, rocking against me and keeping my still 
mostly hard cock moving in her. I leaned down onto my 
elbows and caught her in a kiss when I felt her 
tightening again on my cock, so I matched her rocking, 
which got her moaning more, and then she was cumming a 
third time, her whole body shaking under me every time 
her pussy pulsed.

"You are way hot in me, Mr. Man," she breathed when she 
was able to speak again, still rocking her hips while I 
matched her, which was all she was able to manage before 
her fourth orgasm started to build and then quickly roll 
through her. I straightened and half turned, fumbling 
half-blind for the keys to the cuff locks while Kim 
continued her rocking. I'd reached my second wind, which 
meant I didn't need to concentrate on staying hard, so I 
was able to remove the cuffs during her next - Fourth? 
Fifth? I'd already lost track. - orgasm.

"How many times are you going to cum before you can't 
anymore?" I asked, leaning down on my elbows again and 
biting at her lip.

"All night and tomorrow and all night and..." she 
answered, snaking her arms around my neck and holding 
tight, arching up against me as she started tightening 
again for another orgasm and I resumed fucking into her. 
She bit the side of my neck hard while she moaned and 
shook, falling back once she'd subsided, however 
briefly.

"I spent a whole weekend once playing with myself. 
Forgot to eat during the first day. That's how I... 
found out I could... eat myself. Fuck. Cumming more."

Her eyes squeezed shut and she went back to my shoulder 
to bite again, and I bit her neck in return as I pulled 
completely out of her. She let out a surprised gasp and 
gripped her legs tighter around my waist, rocking 
desperately against my cock to try and get it back in 
her.

"No!" she pouted when she realized it wasn't going to 
work. "I was going to cum! Why'd you do that!?"

"You said you'd show me that," I replied evenly, 
grinning and giving her a kiss. "And you're obviously 
horny enough to try."

"Meany head! Meany meany meany head! Oh my god! You suck 
so hard!"


Chapter 20

She shoved me up and away and unwrapped her legs from my 
waist, and I shuffled over and flicked the light on. 
She'd bent almost in half when I turned back, reaching 
her arms behind her knees to clasp her hands behind her. 
She scrunched her head back and stared cross-eyed at her 
chest, considering her breasts, then let loose one hand 
so she could pull them to either side. I settled in 
front of her and pushed two fingers into her open pussy, 
making her gasp.

"I don't know if that will help or not," she breathed as 
I wiggled them inside her, stopping as I felt her 
tightening. She whimpered and gritted her teeth, shallow 
breaths while she waited for her focus to come back. 
"This is the hard part. Takes a while, 'cause bending in 
half is hard."

"I'll give you incentive, then." I grinned, my fingers 
going back into her pussy. "The faster you're able to 
get your mouth on your clit, the less time you'll be 
enduring me keeping you on the edge."

"You so totally suck."

She gasped and whimpered as I started my fingers moving 
in her, tightening her arms around herself and pulling 
closer to her pussy inch by inch. She stopped me after 
the fifth time I left her in sight of orgasm, losing 
some of her grip on herself.

"I think I need your help, Mr. Man," she panted when she 
could put words together again. "I'm not as bendy on my 
own anymore like I used to be. I want you to sit in 
front of me and pull my shoulders so I can reach. I know 
I can do it, but I can't keep my grip anymore. Haven't 
practiced this in ever and ever."

I gripped under her upper arms and turned her, then 
scooted forward until her tailbone was pressed against 
my stomach. I bent over her when she nodded after making 
sure she could move like she needed to, setting my arms 
around the back of her shoulders, and she nodded again 
when she was ready.

"Go slow. Hard to breathe like this."

I hummed a yes and started closing my arms toward me, 
pulling her closer to her own pussy, which was 
ridiculously slicked with her juices. She shook her head 
after craning forward a bit, just barely out of reach, 
and we waited a few seconds while she adjusted her arms 
and fixed her grip on herself, then I pulled her forward 
the last two inches she needed to get her mouth solidly 
on her clit.

"Ok," she said shortly, setting her arms and digging her 
fingers firmly into her sides so she wouldn't lose her 
grip. "I think you can let go with one hand so you can 
finger me. You owe me big for teasing me, Mr. Man."

"Happy to oblige," I replied, testing my own grip on her 
and releasing the hand that seemed less solid.

It was a horrible angle, but I managed to get a trio of 
fingers into her, which made her moan loudly and start 
to tighten as I got them as deep as possible with the 
angle. I started wiggling them in her once she'd clamped 
her mouth on her clit, sucking it hard and clearly 
working her tongue as fast as she could. Her whimpering 
built as quickly as her orgasm, and I shoved my fingers 
harder into her when she hit peak, her cheeks pulling 
inward with the suction she was putting on her clit. I'm 
fairly sure she had two or three orgasms immediately one 
after the other, because her pussy didn't stop clamping 
on my fingers for a good three minutes, only varied in 
intensity, and then she loosed her hold on herself and 
flopped backward with a loud gasp.

I wasted no time in climbing up alongside her and 
putting my now free arm under her shoulders, closing my 
mouth over hers to lock her in a kiss and starting to 
finger fuck her in earnest. She protested weakly but 
quickly molded herself against me, clutching and 
squirming and arching hard against my hand once her 
pussy took over with another orgasm. I slowed and 
stilled to match her come down, leaving my fingers in 
her and looking down at her.

"Do you think the night's been worth it so far?" I 
asked, holding back a grin.

"You have the most amazingly awesome magic fingers ever, 
Mr. Man," she laughed, out of breath. "But you are way 
evil with the teasing. I don't like that so much, so can 
we just, you know, not and say we did from now on?"

I had to laugh, then put my thumb on her clit and 
started circling, making her arch off the bed with a 
happy moan.

"I think orgasm torture is more your thing."

"Orgasms are never, ever torture," she breathed, closing 
one hand in the blanket beneath her, her body tensing 
before she broke into another orgasm, shaking and crying 
out with each contraction. She opened her eyes and 
looked at me half-lidded, smiling brightly.

"I really, really, really want you to try, though."

I laughed harder and pulled her closer so I could get my 
legs through hers to hold her down, biting at her lip as 
I gripped her one free hand and grinned.

"Challenge accepted."

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
any way, shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any 
of the scenarios in this story should seriously consider
seeking professional help.
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