Tales from an Unknown Corner

CHAPTER – 27: Morning Quickie

Dana woke me up, with soft little kisses, and caressing my cheek. I was on my side, and she was on her side, facing me. It was dark in the room, but there was more light than the little night lamp could supply, and a quick glance at the door revealed that the hallway lamp was supplying most of the illumination.

“Good morning,” I said, with a yawn, and not completely awake, yet.

“Good morning, honey. How are you feeling?” Dana replied, while she kept on caressing me with featherlike touches.

We were alone in the bedroom, and I was pretty sure it was very early. “What time is it?”

“Just past six, I think,” Dana replied. “Sarah woke me up a while ago.”

Without further prompting, she continued, “She’s probably in the kitchen. She wanted us to have some private time.”

I was touched by Sarah’s thoughtfulness, and it was easy to read Dana’s thoughts from the soft expression on her face.

“She’s a gem,” she said, as if reading my thought, her tone filled with fondness and affection.

My heart ached something fierce at her openhearted statement, with no trace of jealousy.

“I... I love you so much,” I said, my voice cracking for a moment with longing for her. Once again, I was taken by her kind and generous soul. “I missed you,” I added, reaching to touch her tit with my hand, cupping and gently kneading it.

“I missed you, too.”

I wrapped my arm around her back, and slid down the bed a bit. Resting my head between her glorious tits, I tried to lose myself in her lush body; the need to feel her wrapped around me growing stronger with every passing second, as she gently stroked my hair, pulling me tight against her. She rolled on her back, inviting me to get between her legs, my head still captured between her tits. I inhaled her smell, and she kept running her hands on my back, murmuring endearments. I slipped my hands under her shoulders, holding her, with my body covering her body. Then, her feet joined her hands, running along my buttocks. We spent several minutes entwined like that, getting re-acquainted, fuelled by our mutual need to feel each other. I didn’t want to rush things, but I wasn’t sure if Sarah wanted to join us, or what other things were planned.

“Do we have time?” I asked.

“Sarah is skipping her morning class. She didn’t want us to rush it. Please, make love to me, honey. I want you,” she said, before urging me up along her body for a long, sensual kiss.

I explored her mouth, and then made my way back to her tits, kissing and licking them, until both of us were shaking with need, and she guided me down to her belly. “Eat me... make me come.”

I took my time, and went about eating her pussy slowly, but she had been more than ready. She came quickly and sharply, despite my best efforts to bring her up slowly. However, she wasn’t finished... not by a long shot... So, I kept ministering to her pussy and clitoris, still standing erect, out of its protective hood. I gently sucked it, lashing it with my tongue, while my fingers explored her wet channel. I decided not to play with her G-spot, because I wanted her to have a slower build up, instead of another sharp, quick orgasm. As she moved along towards her second peak, I slowed down, trying to keep her at the edge, listening to her gasps, and moans. I missed her taste, and smell, and how her body responded to what I was doing to her. When I took a short break, and gave my attention to tonguing her channel to collect her oils, her hands clutched my head, urging me, pulling me up along her body. Giving in to her demands, I licked a wet trail up her body, to her lips. We kissed for long minutes, trying to satiate our thirst for each other. Her hands slid down to my hips, trying to get to my cock, and I raised my hips to allow her to touch me.

She broke the kiss, and said, “Come inside me. I’m so close... I want to come.”

Her hands guided me to her core, and she rubbed the head of my cock between her moist lips, oiling me, and positioned me at the mouth of her pussy. Pulling her knees up, she urged me with her feet on my buttocks. The head of my cock was wet with her oils, but the rest of it was dry, and since she was tight, I didn’t want to hurt her by attempting to get inside her in a single stroke. But, she had other ideas...

“Please... I’m almost there... inside me... let me feel it... all the way,” she pleaded.

“I’m dry. It will hurt you,” I replied, my breath coming in short gasps, feeling the heat of her channel.

“Don’t care... just push...”

And I slowly pushed, feeling her channel resisting my advance, even though she was very wet and slippery. When my cock passed through the ring, it kind of burned with the friction, and the resistance of her ring. Then it slowly dilated, allowing me to enter her. I heard her catch her breath, and she let out a grunt. She must have felt the burning, as I had, but her feet kept pressing on my buttocks, urging me to continue invading her channel. Despite the slight hurt, it felt great, and she was telling me how she felt the same. It reminded me a line from a song: “pain is so close to pleasure.” Her insistent words and urging quickly brought my wandering mind back to the moment.

“Oh, God... aaghh... more... pus... ughh... yes... all... ahh... way...”

She gasped as I bottomed in her depths. Holding myself inside her to allow her to catch her breath, I watched her. It must have been uncomfortable, as her eyes were squeezed shut, but her feet were active, moving up and down on my buttocks, keeping me in place, and she was murmuring her appreciation. She opened her eyes, and clutched my head, pulling me for a kiss, breathing and moaning into my mouth. After the kiss, I looked at her, trying to assess her comfort level, but I was very distracted by her active pussy. Her channel was fluttering, grasping and releasing my cock irregularly, and she seemed to be at the brink of something. Seeing me watching her so carefully, she tried to concentrate on me, and her eyes lost their unfocused look.

“You don’t know how good that felt,” she said, before closing her eyes again. She seemed like she was trying to look inside her body, focus on the feel of me in her snug tunnel.

“Out... push in again...” she urged with a soft moan, as her eyes opened and locked onto mine.

I kissed her softly, before starting to pull out. As the head passed her ring, I got a distracted moan. The head of my cock was resting between her labia, and I pushed in, slowly, feeling the friction, but this time the burning feeling was less pronounced, as my cock was partially coated with her oils, but... it still burned. As I invaded her channel again, trying to reach her depths, she moaned... then gave a short scream, her hands suddenly clutching my shoulders in a fierce grip. As she gasped, her eyes closed. Her feet pressed hard on my buttocks. Without giving her time, I pulled back all the way out and pushed in again, getting another small scream, and her body arched, her impending orgasm hitting her. Her nipples dug into my chest. She froze in that pose for several seconds, giving soft mewls, and her pussy collapsed around my shaft, clasping it strongly for a few seconds, before it started its maddening flutters, clutching and releasing me irregularly, and I felt the warmth and wetness of her juices wash my cock. I rubbed my chest against her tits, scratching her nipples, while holding her body in my arms tightly.

She wasn’t joking when she said she was close, and the few strokes into her were all that it took for her to come. As she shook in the grip of her orgasm, the flutters in her channel kept massaging my cock, and slowly the frequency and the intensity of them decreased, allowing me to make short strokes. I tried to synchronize with the little flutters, but they were pretty irregular. Her moans indicated her appreciation. Her breathing was irregular, broken by gasps and pants, and when I stroked into her with more force, she gave small yelps. Slowly, she came down, and fell back to the bed, still clutching my shoulders hard.

I leaned down, and licked her neck, tasting the salty taste of her sweat mixed with her natural, heady scent, then sucked hard, trying to give her a hickey. I had almost forgotten she was going to work today, and how hard it would be to hide the mark, so I ceased my efforts, before I left my mark on her. Instead, I moved down to her shoulder, and started to nurse on it. She was still writhing in my arms in pleasure.

She must have felt what I was trying to do, because she said, “Mark me...”

As I worked on giving her a hickey, she released her hold on my shoulders, and lifted her head to my shoulder. Latching her teeth, she bit, hard, making me moan with the feeling, as I did the same to her. After I marked her, I started to lick and suck the spot to soothe, while she did the same, then we shared a languorous kiss. It was several long minutes later that we managed to stop kissing and caressing each other. As I looked at her I was surprised to see how both of us seemed to hunger for each other’s touch. Our bodies were so attuned, without conscious thought, we were touching and caressing, to cater the needs of the other... and yet... we were hungry for more.

“Are you, all right?” I asked, even though I knew she enjoyed the experience. However, I was a bit concerned that I may have hurt her.

“Feel great.”

Seeing the questioning look in my eyes, she elaborated. “When you enter me, even when you’re completely wet, the ring stretches, and it kind of hurts a bit. Then you fill me up. This time it hurt more, burning, but... it felt great, feeling you fill me inch by inch... so intense and sharp. So hard, and so hot... It’s difficult to explain. I love it. It makes me feel I’m a woman, and complete.”

“You’re too much woman, Dana.”

“Maybe... but you make me feel complete,” she replied with a fond smile.

Her blue eyes were wide, and darkened by passion, holding me captive, once again. It reminded me of the cold waters of an ancient sea... one where I had always felt at home, feeling an inexplicable bond each time I gazed at its cold blue waters... perhaps more so than the warm waters of Mediterranean. Was it because that beach, my beach—my anchor—was along its shores?

It was Dana, who decided to move the things to the next step. She arranged us in the sideways missionary kind of position that we had tried at the hotel, getting us ready for a slow session of making love. This time, her pussy wasn’t sore, and we enjoyed each other without any worries. We were so much in our own world, neither of us realized we had a witness to our love making. Later, Sarah mentioned she had walked in on us as we were reaching the end, and she had watched for a few minutes.

Afterwards, we sat; I had a pillow behind my back, and Dana snuggled to me, wrapped in my arm. She rested her head on my shoulder, and her hand was busy playing with the short hairs on my chest. We were trying to gather our strength to get out of the bed, but reluctant to leave it. My thoughts wandered for a short while before settling on where we were... in Sarah’s bed. It felt strange to be in her bed, to make love with Dana in the same bed that I had shared with her previously; the smell of our bodies, and our juices on her sheets. However, the strangeness wasn’t a result of feeling uncomfortable or guilty.

“What are you thinking, honey?”

I debated whether to tell her what I was thinking, but then decided on the truth. When she heard it, she nodded her head in agreement.

“Yes, it is... I don’t know why, but here, in her bed... it doesn’t feel wrong. If it was somewhere else, some other woman’s bed, I wouldn’t have done what I did. Does that sound strange?” she asked.

“No. It’s... I’m surprised with myself. I should have felt a bit of guilt, but...”

“I think both of us feel the same way about her, Mitch. I want to get to know her. And I think I love her. I’m not sure in what way... I mean, I don’t know if I have sexual feelings for her, but I love what I’ve come to know,” she replied.

I nodded, before kissing her, and we continued to sit, touching, caressing each other. I missed her a lot, and the love making just reminded me how much. When the afterglow of what we shared wore off, we were restless. I knew I wanted to get a cup of coffee, and I thought Dana was ready to start the day as well, but neither of us made a move to get out of the bed.

“You want a cup of coffee?” I asked.

“Yeah. This is nice, but I want to clean up a bit, and have a cup of coffee,” she replied. Then, with a soft expression, she added, “I think Sarah would like to have some loving, too.”

Her remark made me uncomfortable, and she was quick to sense it. She pulled me for a long kiss, and I relaxed into her loving embrace. When the kiss was over, we parted slowly, and sat back, watching each other. Looking at her, and seeing her smile, I knew she didn’t mind if Sarah wanted to have a morning quickie with me. Sarah chose that moment to knock on the door frame, and peer in. Seeing us relaxing, she took a tentative step, with a tray in her hand. She had an unbuttoned shirt and panties on.

“Come on in, sweety. Take a seat,” Dana said, waving her in, then she slid further to the edge, urging me to follow her so that Sarah could take a seat next to me on the bed.

Sarah walked to my side of the bed, and placed the tray on the night stand, putting on the lamp there. Turning to me she said, “Good morning,” and leaned in for a kiss.

I straightened up to kiss her, forgetting I had Dana’s juices dried on my lips, but especially on my beard and moustache. Just before our lips met, her nostrils flared, getting a whiff of Dana’s smell, and I realized what happened. I tried to pull back, suddenly feeling self-conscious and embarrassed about my lack of manners, but Sarah reached and clutched my head. Her hold was quite strong, and it was obvious she wasn’t going to let me deny her a kiss, the juices of another woman on my lips or not. She lowered her lips slowly to mine, while inhaling Dana’s perfume, and her tongue came out like a little snake, tentatively licking, before her lips locked to mine. Then we dueled tongues for a few seconds. Our lips separated for a moment, and she kept licking and chewing on my lips, as if she was cleaning me, while her breathing got hard and heavy, and she inhaled Dana’s smell again, which was more pronounced since her wet tongue had stirred the dried juices on my moustache. Finally, she kissed me hard, passionately, her arousal obvious. I was surprised by her actions, but gave in to her demanding lips, not resisting further, as she seemed to enjoy and in fact got turned on by what she was doing. When she broke the kiss, her eyes were glittering with the strange hue I was so familiar with. Beneath the shirt, I could see her tits were slightly swollen, the nipples hard.

Collecting herself, she said, “Good morning, Mitch.”

Disengaging, she sat down, and then she realized Dana had been watching her and seen what she had done. She colored up, and with a very shy tone, she managed to say, “Good morning, Dana.”

She reached for the coffee mugs on the tray, but Dana interrupted her.

“Good morning, honey. Don’t I get a good morning kiss?”

That soft quip from Dana jolted Sarah, as if she was hit by electricity, and she froze for a second, before she turned to face her. Sliding closer to my side, she smiled apologetically.

“I’m sorry, Dana. I thought...”

However, Dana didn’t reply. Instead, she moved to lean over me, towards Sarah, in answer to her unspoken words. She had a soft, affectionate smile on her lips, and Sarah responded by moving along the bed closer to me, to lean towards her. When they kissed, it was obvious that Dana could smell and partially taste herself on Sarah’s lips, but after a few seconds of hesitation, they both seemed to relax into the kiss. When they broke up, their eyes were shiny, and Sarah seemed to lose her embarrassment. As Dana sat back, Sarah’s eyes caught the hickey on her shoulder, and her eyes widened for a moment. Hesitantly she reached with her fingertips to the mark, and before she touched it, her eyes returned to Dana’s face, searching, asking. When Dana smiled, Sarah ran her fingertips over the impressions left by my teeth. Then she moved her hand to Dana’s neck, urging her to lean closer. When Dana leaned forward, Sarah kissed her again, and then traced a line with her lips down her neck all the way to the hickey. She licked and kissed the spot in a soothing manner. When she finished with her attentions, she looked up, and their eyes locked, sharing something. Then, as if on cue, both of them sat back, and Sarah reached for the coffee mugs.

“I hope the coffee is not cold,” she said, passing the mugs to us.

It was still hot enough, but the taste was bitter, since she hadn’t put any sugar in it. I could take my coffee black, but had developed a sugar addiction from years of long nights on the rig. Thinking about it, I chuckled internally at my contradictions. I could eat chocolate, and other sweet snacks, but couldn’t bear the thought of something like jam at breakfast, except perhaps honey. While we had our coffee, we talked about inconsequential things. Sarah was skipping her early morning class, wanting to take Dana to her hotel, then to the airport. I didn’t have anything urgent to do and could take her to either place, but when Dana agreed with Sarah’s plan, I was surprised. I was going to object, thinking Dana was basing her decision on preventing a possible encounter with Reina, but when she mentioned that she wanted to spend some time with Sarah, I understood she wanted to get to know her. Finishing my coffee, I decided to get a refill and clean up a bit, in case Sarah wanted to be with me. I also wanted to give the girls privacy. After that little episode of exchanging kisses, I suspected they might want to talk. I kissed both girls, getting a fond smile from each, and left the room.

* * * * *

My first stop was at the bathroom. I brushed my teeth, and took a quick shower. Wrapping the towel around me, I picked up my mug and made my way to the kitchen. The house was warm—apparently Sarah had put the heat up when she woke up. I filled my cup, and went to the living room looking for my cigarettes. Putting on the stereo, I sat down and relaxed, enjoying my cigarette and coffee.

After the shower, I was awake, but the nicotine and the caffeine helped me to perk up, and my mind got busy thinking about yesterday. I still had difficulty grasping what had developed in less than 24 hours time. The steps Dana had taken in our relationship, opening it to include Sarah, even though our own feelings and future were undefined... I was surprised by her bold steps, and clear thinking. I admired her courage, and was a bit in awe of her generous and sharing soul. I still felt confused about my own feelings about Sarah. I knew I felt something for her; not only a bit of love, but perhaps a bit of attachment of some sort. I just didn’t know the nature of my attachment, or why, or how. What’s more, thinking about Dana, and how we started up, the experience with Sarah had been almost similar; to a certain degree there were parallels. I was worried that it might be just an infatuation as a result of sharing loving sex with her—with both of them, I corrected myself.

After the wonderful time with Dana, I didn’t want to think dark thoughts, and I wanted to get rid off the unease that was starting to creep up on me. I knew I wouldn’t be able to get over my confusion and conflicted feelings, and trying to delve deeper into them, now, didn’t seem like a good idea. Putting my cigarette in the ashtray, and the mug on the table, I sat on the carpeted floor, and started doing my breathing exercises. Slowly I sank into a meditative state, feeling relaxed, but questions kept visiting me. My thoughts went to the two girls. I was aware of my increasing dependence on Dana, and to some degree on Sarah. The thought was disconcerting, as I had always been independent, but there was also comfort in that thought; perhaps, because it was a confirmation of my feelings towards both girls. I concentrated on my breathing more, and instead of pursuing the thoughts that kept visiting me—that would distract me from achieving the state of calm and relaxation I was trying to reach—I focused on my senses. It was a form of exercise that I had learned when I was learning about the Void, and experimenting with it. Closing my eyes, I tried to see what was around me. As my breathing slowed, I let my senses move in ever widening circles to encompass my immediate surrounding area, scanning for impressions: the hot air rising from my mug, the cigarette smoke snaking up from the ashtray, the slight movement of cold and warm air, the prickly feeling of the carpet under my legs, which registered themselves like small blips on a radar screen.

In the midst of my exercise, I felt the minutiae vibrations on the floor, before I heard the footsteps, and my senses focused on the figure walking from the bedroom down the hallway. It was Sarah. I followed her movement, as she headed to the kitchen, but she stopped. I knew she saw me. As I prepared to surface from the meditative state, I was still watching her with my senses. A few seconds later, she continued into the kitchen. Slowly I emerged from the deep meditative state. When I was completely out, I continued with my breathing exercises, trying to draw on the energy I felt in my lower belly, and worked to spread its warmth all around me, while my thoughts returned to the present, and Sarah. She knew about my martial arts training, a bit, and she had seen me meditate as well as practice, so I wasn’t overly concerned about her seeing me. When she came into the living room, I was finished with my exercise. I opened my eyes, but before I could turn my attention to her, my nose was prickled by a nasty smell of something burning.

I hate that smell!

I didn’t have to check the ashtray to know that it was the filter that was burning and giving off the acrid smell. Reaching to the ashtray I put it out, while offering an apology to Sarah.

Sarah moved to open a window, then said, “No problem. I have an air freshener.” Then, hesitantly she asked, “Are you... all right?”

“Yeah, I’m fine. Why?”

“I saw you meditating... So I thought... Do you meditate regularly?”

“Sometimes. I still practice, you know,” I replied.

I didn’t have to explain what I meant. She nodded in understanding.

“I didn’t know that. So you kept it up?” she asked.

Instead of an answer I gave her a look that said, ‘what did you expect?’ Over the years, she had seen how much time I had devoted to the Arts, and I kind of suspected she had probably talked about it with Kathy during that time.

With a mischievous twinkle in her eyes, she asked, “Did Dana drain you completely? Were you getting ready to fuck me to death? Again?”

I couldn’t help but laugh at her quip.

“God, you’re such a tease, Sarah. If I didn’t know better I would think you have a one-track mind,” I retorted.

“But I do have a one-track mind. You don’t know me well enough,” she responded.

I gave her an appraising look.

Is she still trying to keep it light, even though she had admitted to feeling a little bit of attachment?

I decided not to purse the matter. Instead, I teased her. “Then I better get to know you. Up close and personal. Don’t you think?”

“But you’ve read this book from cover to cover,” she came back.

“That may be so,” I replied. “I think the book title was completely wrong,” I said pointedly, trying to arouse her curiosity.

“What do you mean?” she asked, surprised by my comment.

“I think you should title your book Never Ending Story.”

She gave an affectionate smile at that quip, and sat down on the carpet next to me. Wrapping her arms around my neck, she commenced to give me little kisses. When she was satisfied with the amount of attention she lavished on me, she gave a long look, before she hesitantly said, “I... thank you, Mitch. I love you. I just...”

I put my finger to her lips, stopping her from continuing. “I love you, too, Sarah. I understand... I’m sorry if I came on too strong. Sometimes, I can’t help myself. Knowing you for so many years, and re-discovering you, now... I don’t want to lose you... as a friend. I just want to make you happy, if you will allow me. If you want me.”

She was quiet for a few minutes, lost in thought. Looking up in my eyes, she said, “I saw you both, this morning... I thought you were finished, and when I looked in, I was... I... I couldn’t keep my eyes off of the two of you. You were finishing, and she looked so beautiful. Both of you. So lost in your own world, so into each other. I haven’t seen anything like that before. I stood there, watching...”

With a soft sigh, she added, “and wanting... the same... I wanted to know how it would feel... but I’m scared.”

Before I could say something, she continued, “Mitch, I want to know that, but... I’m not ready, yet.”

Her eyes were imploring me to understand, and I nodded, giving her a kiss, and ran my hand on her back trying to comfort her. For a moment my heart was filled with melancholy. I understood her. I really did, this time. She wasn’t ready, and my attentions had come too soon. The timing wasn’t right. I had been selfish, even though my intentions might have been right. She needed to find her own path, in her own time. Thinking it over, I tried to answer why I had been acting so selfishly. I realized I had felt guilty for wanting Sarah so much, and I thought I didn’t return her attentions and what she was sharing with me, equally. I wanted to give her more, thinking that would make her happier, but the point was, Sarah wanted me the way she wanted, and didn’t ask for more. She was happy with what we had shared... at the moment. My perceptions were distorted by my own hunger, and loneliness.

God, do I have issues? Dana is right.

“I’m sorry, love. I understand. I really do. Promise me something. Promise me that you’ll warn me when I start to push, OK? I... I guess I have issues... and I tend to over compensate.”

She gave a small laugh, and quipped, “I do love you, Mitch. Because you over compensate, and because of who you are. Don’t worry, I’ll remind you. If I decide to discover that, and discover it with you, I will let you know.”

She went quiet again, thinking over something.

“You know, it’s going to be difficult,” she said, after a while. Drawing a blank look from me, she explained. “Very difficult to resist both of you. That’s why I’m not going to try. I just need a bit of time... to adjust. That’s all.”

I couldn’t help myself not to ask. “Do you really like Dana?”

“I do. I... I’m not sure how, but... I know it’s not just like, Mitch. It’s more than that. And I guess she feels the same way.”

“It’s none of my business, Sarah, but didn’t you two talk... a bit?”

“Well... kind of... I guess we need to get to know each other. I want to know her, and she wants to know me,” Sarah replied.

She put her head on my shoulder, and ran her fingers on my chest, lost in thought.

The silence dragged on, and in the end, I asked, “What’s on your mind?”

She hesitated, before answering. “Kathy... Dana... you... I know so little about Dana, and I know so much about Kathy... my feelings for them... it’s confusing...”

Huh? Kathy... Dana... What do you mean, Sarah?

I sensed the beginnings of something between Dana and Sarah, a new friendship, and remembering what Dana mentioned last night, I suspected there was perhaps an undercurrent of sexual tension as well, a physical attraction. Was she wondering about Kathy, her best friend? They were closer than sisters, and knew each other more than some sisters did, and they shared a lot, but...

She interrupted my thoughts, “Are you angry?”

“Angry?” I asked, perplexed by her question.

“That I threw Kathy into the mix?” she added, hesitantly.

“Sarah, it’s none of my business. I’m not sure in what sense you were talking. If you were talking in the sexual sense, it’s still none of my business. And that goes for both Dana and Kathy. I don’t judge people about such things. Kathy might be my sister, but she’s a grown woman, and I have never interfered with her life. I’m not going to start now. I’m kind of surprised. Do you really think of Kathy like that?”

“No... it’s... I love Kathy very much. I never thought about her in those terms. I have a certain affection for Dana. I was just wondering about the differences, about my feelings.”

“I don’t think I can offer any ideas or insight. You know Kathy, perhaps better than I do. After all, you share a lot, more than some sisters do. It seems Dana and you have something, but there again, I can’t really offer anything. I’m sorry, but I guess you have to talk it over with them. I can understand your confusion about the differences. I know how I feel about Dana, and you... and you know what I did with you, how confused I am.”

“I don’t think you’re confused about me, Mitch. I understand that, and you understand me. But, you’re right about Kathy and Dana.”

She sighed in resignation, and said, “Sometimes, I really get myself into things I shouldn’t.”

“Do you really feel like that?” I asked.

“No, not really. The last two days were a bit... unusual,” she replied, her tone colored by the small smile she had on her lips.

“Yeah. Tell me about it. My world has turned upside down,” I retorted. Although I was laughing as I said it, there was too much truth in it, and Sarah was quick to catch onto it.

“We need to talk, too, Mitch. I want to hear more about her.”

She didn’t mean Dana. I knew I couldn’t evade the subject, not after all that happened, all the things that were set in motion, and what little I had told her about Reina. I owed her.

“I guess...” I said, with a resigned sigh.

“You know I’m your friend, and we’ve known each other for a long time. You... you’ve changed so much, yet... you’re the same. I didn’t say that because of this arrangement, Mitch. I understand if you don’t want to talk about it.”

“It’s all right, Sarah. I better get some practice,” I replied, my mind going to Kathy, as I added a silent, ‘before I end up talking to Kathy.’ Seeing her confused look, I repeated my inner conversation. “I may eventually end up talking to Kathy.”

“Why do you dread talking to Kathy? She’s your sister, and loves you very much.”

“Sarah, sometimes love can be a sharp blade with two cutting edges. She saw my hurt, but didn’t know the whole story, and she—”

Sarah cut me off, and completed what I was going to say. “She blames her.” Giving me a pointed look, she added, “Or you think, she blames her, or will blame her.”

Her last remark gave me a pause. It was an interesting proposition, and one that I wasn’t sure about yet. I knew Kathy, but Sarah knew her as well, and I had been distant in the last several years, whereas Sarah had been in constant contact, more than I had been.

Not only was Sarah close, but she had been the only one in Kathy’s life during my Senior Year, when I was falling apart.

Seeing me lost in thought, she waited patiently. When I turned my attention back to her, she smiled, as if telling me ‘you’re not giving her enough credit.’ I wasn’t as sure as she seemed to be. Thinking over what she had said, I realized, I couldn’t evade talking about Reina. Sarah was in a better position to be able to judge Kathy’s possible reaction, if I had to tell Kathy something, anything, about the past.

I kissed her, and with a determined tone, I said, “We’ll talk.”

We sat in silence, cuddling, enjoying the closeness. I heard the sound of the bathroom door, then the soft footsteps. Dana walked in, with a towel wrapped around her, and seeing us sitting on the carpeted floor, she said, “Wouldn’t the couch be more comfortable?”

Both Sarah and I smiled sheepishly, but kept sitting on the floor. Dana didn’t look as if she had taken a shower, just cleaned up a bit. Chuckling at us, she turned and went to the kitchen, and came back with a cup of coffee. Sitting down on the couch, she picked up my pack, and lit a cigarette. Her eyes lingered on us, with a soft but unreadable expression on her face. Disengaging from Sarah, I stood up and picked up my mug to get a refill, and headed to the kitchen. After I filled the mug, I had to look for some sugar, and then I headed back to the living room. Sarah was still on the floor, but she had moved next to the couch, leaning against it, talking with Dana. Before I took a few steps, I caught the last parts of their conversation, and froze on the spot.

“..... not going to change the sheets. Tonight, I want to sleep smelling us, all of us,” Sarah was saying to Dana.

“Sarah, I understand. I guess I would do the same, but you don’t need to. Mitch is still here, and can keep you company. There’s no reason for both of you to spend the night alone. Not after all we’ve shared,” Dana replied.

I tried to leave the room, before they noticed my presence, but Dana noticed me standing by the door. Following her eyes, Sarah turned, realizing they had company. Dana reached down, and gently caressed Sarah’s hair.

“Go on, honey. You need some loving,” she said.

When Sarah didn’t move, Dana urged her again. “Sarah, dear, please. You’re among friends.”

Sarah looked embarrassed, and gave a hesitant smile to Dana. Trying to put her at ease, Dana moved to the edge of the seat, and leaned in to kiss her in an affectionate manner, before urging her again. After the kiss, Sarah stood up, and moved to me. When I looked at Dana, she gave a soft smile, then her expression changed to one of mischief, as her eyes drifted down to my crotch. Luckily I didn’t have a bulge there, yet, but as she held her gaze, something started to stir. Then, I saw her lick her lips in an exaggerated manner, and I knew she had noticed it. When her eyes returned to my face, she mouthed, “Enjoy each other.” I took a sip from my coffee mug, trying to collect myself. In the meantime, Sarah was by my side, and gave me a questioning look. I nodded, and took a few steps to the table to put down my coffee mug. Sarah took my hand, and steered us to the bedroom. Before we left the living room, she looked over her shoulder, and I looked as well, only to see Dana smiling at us.

Back in her bedroom, she lay down on the bed, and said, “You guys make me crazy. I’m so worked up.”

Seeing her so needy, I didn’t waste much time, and after playing with her tits, I moved to her pussy. She was dripping, as usual, and I worked my fingers in, as my lips and tongue got busy with her inner lips and around her clitoris. She pulled my head hard to her pussy, urging me, and I decided to rub her G-spot to give her a memorable orgasm. It might have been a good idea, but the results were... more than I expected.

In a matter of minutes, she was coming, and very strongly. Her thighs snapped tight around my head, and she tried to push my head away, when she hit her peak. Her channel collapsed around my fingers, momentarily stopping me, but as it relaxed, I kept rubbing her spot softly, and she gave a piercing scream that reached my ears, even though my head was locked between her thighs. Trying to escape my attention, her thighs opened a bit, her body trying to crawl away up along the bed, and she gave a long wail like a wounded animal. But, I kept working her, and her thighs snapped closed around my head again, her hips rising off the bed, her body twisting violently. I eased my ministrations on her clitoris and her G spot, to allow her to catch her breath, hoping she would ease up with her thighs on my head before she crushed me. Suddenly her thighs relaxed, and her hips fell back, as I caught the last part of a scream that got cut off. I raised my head to have a look, and saw her laying motionless, except her chest which moved up and down regularly with her breathing. I didn’t know what to do, completely at a loss in grasping the situation, when it slowly dawned on me that she had fainted.

“Is she all right?”

I turned to the sound, and saw Dana standing by the door, looking at us with a concerned expression on her face. Without waiting for an answer she moved to Sarah. With her nursing skills kicking in, she did a quick check of Sarah’s pupils, and pulse.

“She’s all right. Can you raise her legs? She needs to get more blood to her head. Let me get a wet towel to cool her a bit.”

While I raised her legs, Dana went out of the room and a minute later returned with a wet towel. Gently, she wiped Sarah’s face, neck and shoulders, and we felt her starting to stir. She was dazed, but she came around quickly, although she seemed to be confused.

“It’s OK, honey. I think you had a very strong orgasm,” Dana said, while applying the towel to Sarah’s forehead, and neck.

Sarah tried to speak, but she couldn’t, and remembering how thirsty she got, I lowered her legs, and ran to the kitchen to get some water for her. Back in the room, I filled the glass, and Dana helped her to drink it. As she collected herself, Dana helped her to move up along the bed to a sitting position.

“Thank you,” Sarah said, giving a grateful smile to Dana. “I feel better now. Did I pass out?”

“I think so,” replied, Dana. Turning to me, she asked, “What did you do to her?” Her voice was sharp, almost accusatory.

Before I could reply, Sarah cut in, “He worked my G-spot. It was intense, but it wasn’t his fault. I was pretty much worked up before he started, and I loved what he did. I didn’t realize it could be that intense.”

“You used your fingers?” she asked me.

When I nodded, she smiled.

“No wonder,” she said with a chuckle, remembering her own experience at the hotel. “You know, you should be more careful. You might end up killing somebody with that,” she quipped, getting a small laugh from Sarah.

“But what a way to go,” Sarah retorted, receiving a surprised look from Dana.

Slowly, Dana’s expression changed to one of amusement. “I guess you have a point.” Turning to me, she gently admonished me, again. “Don’t kill her. I want to get to know her, not lose her, OK?”

For a moment, I felt like a kid, before I collected myself, and nodded. Sarah took hold of Dana’s hand, kissing her palm, than pulled her in for a hug.

“Thank you, Dana. I want to get to know you, too.”

“You’re welcome, Sarah,” she replied. With a quick kiss to her, she stood up, and left the room.

“How are you feeling?” I asked, concerned and feeling guilty.

“Great. Really. I loved it. Let me catch my breath and we can continue.”

“You sure?”

“Of course. You think a little fainting spell would stop me?” she quipped with a giggle, making me chuckle in amusement.

“I was right. You’re a Never Ending Story,” I retorted, making her laugh.

“You almost put an end to it,” she retorted in return.

She refilled her glass and drank the water slowly, trying to quench her thirst. After finishing the glass, she pushed me on my back. For long minutes, she teased me with her mouth, while her hand was busy at her pussy, stirring her honey pot.

Lifting her head, she asked, “Can we try the sideways position? It looked very comfortable when I was watching the two of you.”

For the next half hour, we pleasured each other, slowly building up to a gentle finish. After her strong orgasm, she wanted to come slowly, and gently, and I couldn’t fault her for her choice. As her channel started its irregular clutching, milking and guiding me towards my own completion, Sarah had her most gentle orgasm yet, softly sighing her pleasure. For the first time, she was very quiet. She pulled my head to her breasts, letting me visit each in turn, and nurse on her puffy nipples, while running her hands over my body. In a few seconds I joined her, as her pussy milked my come with its irregular, but insistent massaging. While my balls released their load in her depths, in short spurts, she cooed in synch with the throbbing of my cock. When we cooled down, she stretched like a cat, and then pulled me tight to her tits, almost trying to squash me, and I was reminded of her strength once again.

Relaxing her hold, she said, “That was sooo good. Thank you... for not killing me.”

“Oh! Nothing to thank, Sarah. I was being selfish,” I replied, setting her up.

“Selfish?”

“You don’t kill the goose that lays the golden egg,” I quipped, getting a punch on my chest for my trouble.

“You, beast! I don’t know why I allow you the liberties you’ve taken with me.”

When I gave her a knowing smile and a snicker, she gave up her pretense, and we shared a kiss. Reaching out to the night stand, she checked the time.

“It’s not even eight yet.” Turning to me, she asked, “Do you mind if I wake up Kathy?”

Good God! Again?

“I don’t mind, but what about Dana?”

“Hmmm. You’re right,” she said. Disengaging, she sat up, with a pillow at her back, then called out to Dana.

When Dana came in, Sarah directed her to the bed, asking her to join us, then she said, “I want to do something, but I don’t know how you feel about it. Kathy and I have a morning ritual. We wake up and work each other up, when either of us has company. Do you mind?”

“You girls are really bad. Do I have to contribute as well?” she replied, after an amused laugh.

“If you want to?” Sarah came back with a twinkle in her eyes, challenging her.

Dana couldn’t resist the challenge. “OK. I want to see how it goes, and maybe I’ll join.”

With a big grin, Sarah picked up the phone and dialed Kathy, while Dana watched her with amusement and curiosity.

“This is your 7:30 wake up call, Madam,” Sarah said. “I hope I’m not interrupting something.” Contrary to her words, her tone clearly indicated she was hoping she caught Kathy at an inopportune moment.

After listening, she said, “I’m disappointed, Sis, but Mark wouldn’t have survived you, if you had. I wouldn’t want to call the ambulance service for him.”

She listened and then responded with, “No, you don’t have to. He’s in perfect condition. We were sleeping too.”

She gave a soft laugh, and with a more serious tone, she said, “No, we really did. If you don’t believe me ask Dana.”

Laughing again at what Kathy said, she passed the phone to Dana.

“Morning, Kathy,” Dana greeted. As she listened to Kathy, she smiled, and said, “No, Sarah was telling the truth. You should trust her. She’s your best friend, after all.”

“No, I didn’t say that. Maybe Sarah can fill you in,” she replied, then after a short pause, she added, “or let Mark fill you in.”

That got a shriek from Sarah, and a sharp look from me; I didn’t expect her to try something like that.

Then, I heard her say, “I did have my breakfast.” With a serious tone, she added, “You’re a doctor. You should know breakfast is the most important meal of the day.”

Jeezzz! It sure didn’t take long to have another one converted to their silly games!

Sarah was clutching her belly, trying to stifle her laughter. When Dana glanced at her, Sarah gave a thumbs-up and mimicked clapping her hands, while laughing.

“I don’t know, Kathy. Sarah can tell you,” she said before passing the phone to Sarah.

“Yes, dear Sis,” Sarah said with a patronizing tone, goading Kathy, “what did you want to know?”

“No, I had my breakfast. A big sausage,” she teased Kathy, before she followed it up with, “but I must have eaten too much. Dana had to use her nursing skills.”

Kathy must have been surprised and confused at that statement, because Sarah had to explain. “No. Nothing serious. I just passed out from overeating.”

“Yes, I really did. My breakfast was that good. You should try it sometime.”

“Oh, you will, eh? I can smell you from here.”

“Sure I am, but you are too, you hot cunt. Don’t be late to work,” she said, finishing the conversation, and put the telephone back on the nightstand.

I couldn’t resist making a comment. “Poor Mark!”

Sarah was quick with her come back. “You got it backwards. Poor Kathy.”

Dana was chuckling at Sarah’s antics. “You do this regularly?”

“Pretty much. Don’t be surprised to get a call from Kathy, if Mitch visits you. Not after this little initiation,” Sarah teased.

“What did I get myself into?” Dana replied, but her eyes were smiling.

“Nothing serious. You should worry about this stud getting into you. You’ve seen how lethal he can be,” Sarah came back, feeding gasoline to the fire.

Laughing hard at Sarah, Dana agreed, “He’s lethal. It’s good that we have each other. He’s getting to be more than a handful.”

“Handful? HANDFUL?” Sarah retorted, while grabbing my cock, making it throb and slowly harden in her hand.

“Come on girls. Give me a break,” I objected.

“Don’t, Sarah. You want to get us killed?” Dana responded, her gaze on my hardening cock.

Giving a sheepish smile, Sarah relented. “Sorry. I forgot how dangerous he can be. Let’s take a shower.”

We had a short but fun shower, and although there was a bit of sexual tension between the girls, they were decidedly restrained. We helped each other with the washing, touching each other, and the girls did a bit of exploring, but as if there was an unspoken agreement, each refrained from going further.

Back in the bedroom, as we dressed, we talked about the coming days. Sarah extended an invitation to Dana to her place, whenever she had an overnight stay in town, which Dana accepted. Dana asked if Sarah and I could get away to her place which was a 4–5 hours drive away. Sarah suggested we discuss respective schedules to come up with a plan. Since I was on vacation, my time was pretty much up to me. Sarah asked what I was planning to do, and I replied I wanted to do some shopping, bookstores and such, and visit my parents—I also wanted to get hold of my diary without further delay. Sarah told me she’d call me at my parents after lunch, and Dana promised to call us at Sarah’s tonight. By then we were ready.

At the car park, I bid goodbye to both girls, then they got into Sarah’s car and drove away. She was going to take her to the hotel first, so that Dana could collect her stuff, and then they would drive to the airport to catch a quick breakfast and discuss plans before Dana left. After that, Sarah would have ample time to get back to the hospital for her shift.

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