Tales from an Unknown Corner

CHAPTER – 52: Games

Dana served the Irish stew, and it was great. I tried to figure out the recipe, but she wasn’t very helpful; she told us it was a family secret. When I declined to use the Tabasco, she raised an eyebrow.

“I like it very much, and want to enjoy it as it is, but...”

“But?” Dana asked.

“Have you ever tasted sweet and spicy sauce, as in Thai food?” I asked.

“Yes, I have. What’s that got to do with Irish stew or Tabasco?”

“It has a lot to do,” I answered. Flashing a mischievous grin to Sarah, and directing my gaze to her tits, I quipped, “I don’t want to end up being a ‘pain and pleasure’ for someone.”

“What do—” Dana asked, but she was cut off by Sarah’s laughter, and turned to her.

When Sarah touched her nipples to clue her in, Dana got the joke, and laughed.

“There you go,” I added. “Besides, there are much more sensitive places...”

“Oh! Gooddd!” Dana responded to my quip, and Sarah’s expression changed to one of horror, and instinctively her hand went under the table.

“OK! We got it, you don’t have to rub it in,” Dana retorted, after Sarah’s reaction.

“I wouldn’t,” I returned, and after a pause, I added, “nor would I lick any of those spots.”

“When did you get to be so mean?” Dana returned with an accusing tone.

“I’m not mean. Just making a simple observation. I enjoy pressing your buttons.”

“You may not be allowed to press our buttons or do anything else for that matter,” she warned.

“Scared?” I challenged, and both of them shrugged their shoulders.

“We’re not. We’re trying to protect you from yourself,” Sarah responded.

“You don’t know what you’re getting yourself into,” Dana added, with a twinkle in her eyes.

Before I could reply, Sarah laughed, and quipped, “I think he knows, Dana.”

Realizing her mistake, Dana squealed. “Yeah, he knows, but I didn’t mean it like that. If he keeps that up, we might kill him.”

“At least I would die with a smile on my face.”

“Or a grimace of ecstasy,” she returned.

“I didn’t know you were a succubus,” I retorted.

“I am not. We aren’t. You turn us into one,” Dana replied.

“Oh, now it’s my fault. Why is it that everything is always a guy’s fault?”

“Because it just is,” Sarah piped up.

“Spoken like a true woman.”

“We are women, if you haven’t noticed it, yet,” she came back.

“Hard to miss—” I was saying, but Dana cut me off with a swat on my arm as a warning.

“If we keep this up, the food is going to get cold,” she said, then turning to Sarah, she added, “and we need to replenish our energy. Plus, you wouldn’t want him to pass out on us when we teach him a lesson, would you?”

Sarah seemed to consider it and then nodded with an evil grin, making both of us laugh. Dana reached to stroke her arm in support, remembering her fainting spell, and received an appreciative look. The rest of the dinner was uneventful. Although the girls kept teasing me, it was very subtle, enough to keep an atmosphere of expectancy alive.

Dana went to the kitchen to prepare coffee, while Sarah and I collected the dirty plates. Sarah got busy setting up dessert plates and cutlery, and I took advantage of her absence to remind Dana about the ticket. We decided to give Sarah her ticket, over coffee and dessert. I went to the spare room to get the money for the bus ticket. Dana came out of the master bedroom, holding an envelope with the flight ticket in her hand and I put the money in the envelope. When we were back in the dining room, we found Sarah cutting the cake and serving the slices, and our cups were already filled. Dana went to a small cabinet, and took out a small bottle of cognac, and goblets, and I helped her fill the glasses.

When we are all seated, Dana turned to Sarah, and passed her the small envelop.

“Sarah, honey, before we forget, this is your flight for tomorrow. It’s from both of us. You’re taking the 6:45 flight, and arrive at 7:30. If you take the shuttle service, you should be at the hospital around 8:30 at the latest. It passes down the main road where the hospital is located,” she said.

“The money is for the cancelled bus ticket minus the late cancellation charge. If you’re delayed or something, you can take a taxi to the hospital, or we can call Kathy tonight and ask if she could pick you up,” I added.

“Oh, no need to call Kathy,” she responded immediately. Then she stood up, and leaning in, kissed Dana, hugging her. “You didn’t have to do this,” she said, and before Dana or I could object, she added, “but, you told me you wanted to. Thank you! I love you very much. Both of you.”

Dana returned her kiss lovingly, caressing her cheek, and said, “I love you, too, sweety. I’m going to miss you, but I’ll see you again. We’ll see you again soon.”

Then Sarah moved to me, and gave me a kiss that curled my toes, and if she had kept going, the table and the immediate vicinity might have caught fire—a case of spontaneous combustion! When I managed to collect myself, I checked Dana, a bit anxious that I might have hurt her feelings with my response to Sarah, but all I saw were laughing eyes, and happiness. Then, slowly her expression changed to one of mischief, as if she was saying, “You’re in sooo much trouble!”

Sarah took her seat, and she looked extremely pleased with herself with a cat that swallowed the canary expression. I raised my eyes to the ceiling, and mimicked a prayer, as if asking for protection.

“I thought you didn’t believe in anything,” Dana quipped.

“There are times when I think I should believe in or have faith in something,” I retorted.

“So you think you need protection?” Dana asked.

“Nope. I was thinking of something else...” I replied, and receiving a quizzical look, I decided to explain myself. “I was thinking that the guy upstairs must have had some spare time, when he was creating the two of you.”

They both smiled, pleased at the compliment.

Dana stood up, saying, “Before I forget...” and opened a cabinet and took out three small candles. Lighting them, she put them next to the goblets.

I picked up my goblet and warmed it over the candle flame. The girls followed my example. Then, I offered a toast. “To us!” With a grin, I said, “One for all; all for one!”

As I intended that brought on some tittering that turned into laughter. Chuckling, Dana slapped my arm in reproach, trying to remind me to be a bit more serious. Collecting herself, she offered a toast. “To us. Friends and lovers.”

“Friends and lovers,” we repeated, before taking a sip.

After we finished the coffee and ate our dessert, we collected the dishes and helped Dana with the cleanup, before retiring to the living room, and continued with our cognac. Dana put on some music, and sat next to Sarah, sandwiching her between us. Although I was surprised, it became clear that they wanted the physical intimacy, and looked very comfortable with each other. We talked, our conversation covering a wide range of subjects. Our interaction wasn’t sexual, but none of us hesitated to touch each other, or show our affection, and as a result, both girls were sporting very erect nipples.

A while later, Dana and Sarah left for the kitchen, and I took the opportunity to check the weather forecast on the TV. I paid extra attention when the wind and sea conditions were announced. Tomorrow the weather was going to be mild, with intermittent showers in the afternoon. Along the ferry route, it was going to be windy with choppy waters, but nothing to be concerned about. The report ended with a summary forecast for the next few days. Then the commercials came on, and I turned off the TV.

Dana chose that moment to make her presence known. “So, the weather is going to be OK?”

“Yeah. It will be windy and choppy seas, but nothing to be concerned about if we take the ferry tomorrow.”

She nodded, and moved to me, before she pulled me to my feet. Then, I noticed that she had shed her panties, and was completely nude. I raised an eyebrow, but instead of an answer, she pulled my t-shirt from my jeans and took it off. When her hands moved to my jeans, I sucked in my gut to help her. Quickly unbuttoning it, she pulled the zipper, and pulled my jeans down. I took off my moccasins, and stepped out of my jeans. When I was clad only in my boxers, she stood looking at me, and I pulled her in wrapping my arms around her, and we shared a kiss.

“What’s going on?” I asked, even though I suspected what was coming.

“We’re going to have some ice cream,” she replied, with a twinkle in her eyes.

“And you’re undressing me, because...?”

“We don’t want any stains on the clothes,” she quipped. “It’s difficult to wash chocolate ice cream stains”

“That sounds reasonable,” I replied with a smirk.

“You don’t mind, do you?” she smiled mischievously.

For a moment, I was hesitant to answer, and she arched an eyebrow. “Are you sure you both are ready for something like that?” I asked.

She gave me soft kiss, chewing on my lower lip, then pulled away from my arms. “Yes, Mitch. We talked about it when preparing dinner. We want to do something fun.”

“Uh... OK!”

I put my arm around her to steer her to the kitchen, but she stopped me. “You’re still over dressed for the party,” she said.

Kneeling in front of me, she pulled my boxers down. I was semi hard, and holding my cock, she gave it a quick lick. Cupping my balls, she slowly swallowed my length, while teasing me with her educated tongue. In a matter of seconds, she had me hard as a rock. Giving a final suck, she popped me out of her mouth, and stood up. I pulled her in for a kiss, and our tongues dueled, leaving us breathless, while she continued to gently squeeze my balls, and ran her hand over my hardness. Holding onto my cock, she disengaged and steered me to the kitchen.

“Look what I found, Sarah,” Dana said, as we stepped into the kitchen.

Sarah turned to look over her shoulder, and smiled. She was busy at the counter, putting ice cream into small cups. Dana pointed me to a chair by the breakfast nook, and went to the counter to help Sarah. I took my seat and gasped at the cold feel of the vinyl surface. Dana looked over her shoulder, and then whispered something to Sarah, who nodded enthusiastically. They both turned to me, and Dana picked one of the small cups. She scooped some ice cream with her finger and smeared it on Sarah’s nipples, making her shiver. Sarah also picked a cup, and smeared some ice cream on Dana’s nipples. Before the ice cream could melt, Dana leaned in and sucked Sarah’s nipples.

“Mmmm. Chocolate ice cream with cherry. Tasty,” she said, eliciting a giggle from Sarah.

Sarah followed, smearing, licking and sucking Dana’s nipples. “Caramel. I love it.”

She put down the cup, and scooped more ice cream from another cup, and smeared it on Dana’s nipples, and waited for Dana to repeat the same. Again, they licked and sucked each other’s nipples.

“Fresh vanilla.”

“Strawberry.”

Dana put more ice cream on Sarah’s nipples. “Let’s see what Mitch thinks,” she said, and crooked a finger, inviting me.

I went to Sarah, with my cock bobbing, and saw their eyes lock on my hardness. They licked their lips in excitement. One by one, I licked and suckled her nipples, tasting the ice cream. It was delicious, and Sarah sighed in pleasure. After I cleaned her nipples, I turned to check how she was doing, because her nipples were very hard and throbbing, and I was anxious to see if she was hurting. Seeing my expression, she smiled, and kissed me, before releasing me. Scooping some ice cream, she smeared it on Dana’s nipples, and she pushed me towards her, so I had to clean her nipples, too.

When I finished my attention to Dana’s nipples, I saw Sarah was ready with more ice cream on her nipples. For the next several minutes, I enjoyed eating ice cream from four very beautiful and delicious cones, with very prominent cherries. At one point, I felt my cock being swallowed in something soft but cold, while I was sucking Sarah’s nipples. I looked down, and saw Dana sucking my cock with ice cream on her tongue, treating it like an ice cream cone. Sarah repeated the same procedure, and when all the ice cream in her mouth melted, she took me deep in her throat, making me gasp at the feeling. Then both of them knelt and took turns sucking my cock and licking my balls with ice cream in their mouths, until they felt me throb. I warned them I was getting closer, and they increased their efforts. I was in Dana’s mouth, when the first jet spurted. She took the first few spurts, then quickly Sarah’s mouth replaced hers, who continued to suck and milk my cock to get the remains. With a smile, they turned and made a big show of swallowing it.

My legs were shaking with the effects of my orgasm, and they stood up allowing me to wrap an arm around their waists. They shared a kiss, then kissed me. I could taste the sweetness of the ice cream, mixed with the slightly salty taste of myself, but I didn’t mind it after what they had done. After the kisses, I disengaged from the girls, and knelt before Sarah to pay homage to her pussy. While I was busy with Sarah, Dana was licking her nipples. As Sarah drew close to her orgasm, I felt Dana’s hand on my shoulder and looked up. With a mischievous smile, she offered a finger with a large dollop of ice cream on it. Quickly I sucked her finger, collecting the ice cream, while continuing my attentions to Sarah’s pussy with my fingers. Then, pulling the clitoral hood with two fingers to expose her clitoris more, I gave a lick. Sarah shook violently as if she was electrocuted. I lashed her clitoris several times, and sucked on it softly, and she let out a scream. When I looked up I saw Dana suckling a nipple, and her hand was busy gently pulling and twisting her other nipple. In the meantime, Sarah was going to pieces with our efforts, shaking and trembling, and she looked like she was going to collapse. Her hands were gripping the edge of the counter, and her knuckles were white with the effort to hold herself up. Dana and I continued to pleasure her, until Sarah tried to stop us. We eased our attentions. I ran my hands on her belly and legs, feeling her trembling, while Dana continued to lick her nipples and breasts, and caress her body, slowly bringing her down. A few minutes later Sarah put her arm around Dana’s shoulder and leaned on her tiredly, sighing. I stood up and wrapped my arm around her waist to support her, and she put her other arm around my neck.

When Sarah could stand on her feet, we guided her to a chair. Dana motioned me to take a seat, and helped Sarah to my lap. She put her arm around my neck, and sat sideways, and I pulled her against my chest, cuddling her. She rested her head on my shoulder, trying to catch her breath. Soon, as her breathing returned to normal; she locked her lips to mine, and we shared a long, sensual kiss.

Dana walked to the sink, and came back with a washcloth in her hand, and a glass of water. She offered the glass to Sarah, who smiled in gratitude and gulped it down, slaking her thirst. Dana took the glass and put it on the table, and commenced to wipe Sarah’s neck, arms, and chest with the washcloth to both cool her off and clean her up. Leaning in she kissed her lovingly, running her fingertips along her cheeks, and cupping her chin, she gazed into her eyes.

“Feeling better?”

Sarah nodded. “Much better. Thank you, Dana.”

Then Dana’s eyes dropped down, as she saw me starting to stir, again. Smiling at both of us, she asked, “Are you ready for a second round?”

“Oh, God. I need to catch my breath,” Sarah responded. “He’s recovered, hasn’t he?”

“Not yet, but he will be ready in a short while, by the look of things.”

“Why don’t you take over, Dana?” Sarah asked, still a bit breathless.

“That’s all right, Sarah. I’m enjoying myself very much.” Receiving a questioning look, Dana offered, “You look beautiful, and I want to watch you come.”

“I don’t think I can take another round. This afternoon, he really did a job on me.”

Hearing that Dana chuckled, before giving her a sympathetic look. “Ssshhh, Sarah. Don’t say it out loud. You’ll give him a swollen head.” Then she dropped her eyes to my crotch, meaningfully. I had to chuckle at the double-entendre, since I was beginning to swell somewhere else.

“I think you can at least help him recover faster,” Dana said, urging Sarah.

It didn’t take much convincing on her part, and in a few minutes Sarah was sitting on my lap, this time, straddling me, with my half-erect cock nestling inside her. After she settled comfortably, with her back against my chest, I waited for her to collect herself, while gently caressing her. I ran my fingertips around her belly, and she trembled in response, causing her internal muscles to caress and massage my shaft, which helped me regain my full erection in a very short time. Once she was ready, Dana and I worked together, caressing, and teasing her, building up her passions, and both girls exchanged small, loving kisses. It was slow and languorous, and Sarah was mostly a passive participant. Eventually, Dana decided to move things further, and her hand sneaked down to where we were connected. She worked on Sarah’s clitoris, while licking and suckling her nipples. Finally, she brought her to a quiet but shuddering climax, while I kept throbbing in that warm, and wet sheath that spasmed around my hardness. After the last tremors ran through her body, Sarah sagged against my chest, tired, and satiated, but not before she pulled Dana to her for a long kiss that expressed her feelings. It was a beautiful and very moving experience, so much so that I almost lost it myself. It didn’t help matters much when Dana shared a soul kiss with me as well—it was a touch and go for several seconds, before I managed to regain control.

While Sarah was recovering, Dana went back to the counter. After emptying the remains of the melted ice cream from the cups, she refilled and served them. The ice cream was great, however, the girls made a sexy show of eating it, licking the spoons, and teasing me mercilessly. Sarah finished most of her ice cream first, and immediately vacated her seat. Kneeling in front of me, she gave me a short blowjob. It became obvious that she was prepping me for Dana, when she quickly cleaned her juices from my cock, and then pulled Dana to my lap.

It was a repeat of the previous session, with one difference: Sarah used the remaining ice cream in her cup while licking and nibbling on Dana’s nipples, and for the encore, when we were almost there, she pushed us over by giving us a cold surprise. First, she cradled my balls with a big glob of ice cream on her fingertips, and I almost lurched from the chair, trying to escape, but with Dana sitting on my lap there wasn’t anyplace I could go. Then, she must have turned her attention on to Dana, because she also tried to leap from my lap with a surprised scream. Like me, Dana wasn’t going anywhere, as she was sitting on my lap, legs spread apart, and her toes touching the floor, although she tried to raise her hips off my lap, on tiptoes rather unsuccessfully. When I felt Sarah’s fingertips return back to my balls, I knew Sarah had touched Dana’s clitoris with a cold finger to push her over the brink. By then Sarah was taking turns between us, caressing and milking my balls and playing with Dana’s clitoris with her thumb. As I was pumping my seed into Dana, Sarah leaned in and locked her lips to Dana’s. She continued to play with Dana’s pussy lips and clitoris, and kept Dana coming for quite some time, when finally, Dana managed to push Sarah’s head away.

“No... no more... please...” Dana panted in between gasps.

So, Sarah eased up, and turned her attention to other parts. She moved to kneel between my legs, and starting at Dana’s belly, she placed soft little kisses, and moved up slowly, spending some time at her tits, and finally, she shared a long kiss with Dana, then with me.

Pulling back, she stood up, and licked her fingers. Giving us a naughty look, she said, “Mmmm... best ice cream I ever tasted,” eliciting a soft smile from Dana, who was by then somewhat recovered from her unexpected ordeal.

Reaching out for Sarah, Dana pulled her down for another kiss, and I saw her other hand sneak down to caress Sarah’s belly. A moment later, Sarah shuddered, and a soft moan made its way out of their parted lips. Dana brought her hand up, and licked and sucked two fingers. “Mmmm... tasty,” she said, smacking her lips.

For a few seconds, Sarah stood frozen, before she regained her composure, and her face lit up with a brilliant smile. She moved to hug Dana, wrapping her arms around her neck, and then, she gave her a fierce kiss. Although Dana was surprised, she leaned forward to return the kiss. Her hands moved to cup Sarah’s breasts, and gently kneaded the flesh. Then, slowly, inch by inch, their lips parted, and they locked eyes, as Dana caressed Sarah’s cheek with tenderness. They held that pose for a long moment. I could see the strange hue in Sarah’s eyes, and they seemed huge and moist. No words were spoken, but there was something very delicate and palpable between the two women. Even though I was outside of their private world and the moment—I wasn’t being excluded by design—I could sense the presence of something special between them. And, I realized I was holding my breath, and kept still, afraid to disturb it, at the same time, feeling very grateful to witness something like that.

Sarah must have noticed something, perhaps my awed (or stupefied) look, because her eyes locked on to my face. Her expression changed, but I couldn’t decipher it. As the silence grew Dana twisted and turned to look at me. I wasn’t sure what Sarah was thinking or feeling. I suspected that she might have thought I was feeling excluded, but I didn’t, not at all. And at that moment, it didn’t even occur to me that she might have been feeling embarrassed by her actions—some might consider what she did to Dana kinky or nasty—because I was just dumbstruck by the beauty of the moment, and was only aware of the tenderness that seemed to surrender them. I tried to express my gratitude, but I was at a loss for words. I smiled and quickly kissed them.

“You both are so beautiful... I just can’t find the words to express my feelings,” I said.

Sarah looked like she wanted to say something, but without giving her a chance, I continued. “Thank you. Thank you both.”

Giving me a quizzical look, Dana asked, “For what?”

“For letting me be a part of you... of both of you... of this moment...”

It must have been the correct response, because both of them smiled, and commenced to give me a loving kiss. Sarah went to the counter and returned with a washcloth. Then, she cleaned us both, before she put the cloth under my balls. If Dana was feeling uncomfortable with the attention, she didn’t show it. On the contrary, I suspected, she was enjoying it very much. As I was thinking about it, I realized I shouldn’t feel anxious or nervous about the whole experience, especially making love to either girl in front of the other, but...

I reminded myself that it had been a combined effort; Sarah and I making love to Dana, just as Dana and I had made love to Sarah, previously. It felt right, even though I couldn’t put my finger on why. Perhaps, the reciprocation of feelings, affections, and desires was one reason. With what had happened last night and now, we demonstrated to each other our feelings and they were welcome and accepted by each one of us.

“Anyone want something cold?” Sarah asked.

“I could use a Coke,” I croaked, and realized I was dehydrated.

“Sounds like it,” Sarah quipped, before she looked at Dana, who asked for a Coke as well.

She came back with three cans, and distributed them. Pulling a chair, she sat next to us. After taking a few swallows, Dana ran the cold can over her chest and belly, and Sarah reached with the back of her hand to touch Dana’s neck and cheeks.

“You’re still hot, but it will go away. If you want, I can get you a cold washcloth to put under your arm. It might help,” Sarah said.

“I’m all right. The last one was too strong,” Dana answered. Looking over her shoulder to me, she continued. “He’s really burning up.”

I didn’t feel that hot, only warm, and sweaty, but Sarah quickly checked me also, and told Dana I was all right. Hearing that Dana tried to lean forward, which resulted with a peculiar sound, very similar to two plastic sheets stuck to each other being pulled apart; our sweat had glued us, and Dana was feeling the heat on her back. Sarah giggled in amusement, and Dana chuckled, somewhat embarrassed.

“If you think that is embarrassing, then think again. I think I’m stuck to the chair,” I quipped, which brought on laughter from both girls. “But I’m not going to complain.”

Dana reached with her hand behind her back to clutch my head, and twisting, she kissed me. Putting my Coke on the table, I cupped her breasts, and she moaned at the cold feel, but didn’t try to escape. “Mmmm... I love your hands and what they do to me.” Turning to Sarah, she said, “I loved your hands and lips and what they did to me as well.” Then, she pulled her in for a kiss.

“Me, too, but tomorrow, I’m going to be a wreck,” Sarah responded.

“I don’t think so sweety. I think you’ll be walking with a big smile on your face,” Dana replied. Pulling back, she gave her an appraising look, and added, “You positively glow.”

The sudden intake of breath told me Sarah was either surprised or embarrassed. When I heard her rhythmic deep breathing, I knew she was embarrassed, and was trying to calm down. Then I heard Dana say, “There’s nothing better than a good loving to make a woman look more beautiful than she already is. No amount of make up or other things could bring on the same effect.”

Just then, my soft cock slipped out of its warm nest, eliciting a surprised “Oh!” from Dana.

She quickly reached down, pulled the washcloth, and used it to stop the flood of our combined juices, then tucked it under us.

“I-I... I’m making a mess,” Dana replied with an embarrassed tone.

Shaking her head, Sarah said, “We know better than that, Dana.” She pushed her back to my chest. “Don’t you enjoy feeling him dripping out of you?” she asked with an earnest tone.

Even though Dana looked like she was taken aback, she caught the frankness in Sarah’s voice, and let herself relax. Settling back against my chest, she replied, “Yes, I do.”

Sarah leaned in to kiss her, then she nibbled on her ear lobe, making her shiver in my arms. “Good! I enjoy it too, but I also enjoyed watching you come,” she whispered, eliciting a surprised gasp from her. Even I was surprised by her admission.

Seeing me give her a sharp look, she smiled at me, and nodded. “I didn’t know how I looked after making love, but now, I have an idea,” she offered. Turning to Dana, she added, “You’re right, you know. It goes well with the well-loved look... and you look so beautiful.”

I always enjoyed the look of a woman after making love, and thought it was kinky to enjoy seeing the results of a good romp. What’s more, I thought it would be something that men would think of or enjoy, but not women. True to their nature, most women thought the end result was messy; at least from my own limited experiences with girls, as well as what I had read in books. Sarah’s admission came as a big surprise. Suddenly I felt self-conscious, and my face was heating up.

“Oh! I think I embarrassed him. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to embarrass anybody,” Sarah said quickly, and sat back.

“I don’t know why he should be embarrassed,” Dana replied, and reached to hold Sarah’s hand. “I’m not embarrassed, Sarah. You’re right. It’s about being a woman, and not dirty. I should know better. I was just concerned it would be...” I saw her look at Sarah, and Sarah returned an understanding nod.

Remembering how Dana mentioned she enjoyed me dripping into her panties, I knew I shouldn’t have been surprised. I also understood what Dana was getting at. She didn’t want to offend Sarah.

We sat in silence for a while, sipping our drinks. My hand was idly caressing Dana’s body, and she returned my affections, and Sarah joined also, running her hand along Dana’s arm. Eventually Dana reached down to use the cloth to cover her pubes.

“It’s getting a bit drafty,” she offered.

“Let’s all take a shower,” Sarah suggested.

After helping Dana off my lap, they waited while I tried to stand up, but as I expected, I was stuck to the chair. The sound of my skin leaving the vinyl surface was something to reckon with, drawing giggles from both girls. I took the washcloth to wipe the chair, but Dana motioned for me to drop it.

“You two go to the shower. I will clean up here,” I said.

“Leave it. I’ll take care of it later,” Dana replied.

I saw something cross Sarah’s face. I couldn’t decipher it, but then, I remembered how embarrassed she felt this afternoon because she had left a big wet-spot in Dana’s bed. Turning to Dana, I said, “It won’t take me a minute. You two go ahead. I’ll be there shortly,” and without waiting for an answer, I turned and walked to the sink with the washcloth in my hand.

I heard Sarah tell Dana, “I think he’s feeling domestic Let him have at it. He’s a big boy.”

Without further argument, the girls left the kitchen.

In a few minutes, I finished cleaning up and went to the bathroom. As soon as I stepped into the tub, the girls bracketed me, and began to wash me. Then Sarah and I washed Dana. Finally, it was Sarah’s turn, and Dana asked me to wash her back, while she washed her front. Well, wash is the wrong word. She began to lick and nibble on Sarah’s breasts and nipples, while working a finger into her folds. A few minutes later, Sarah leaned back to me, giving herself to what Dana was doing to her, and I held her, hooking my arms around her belly. At Dana’s insistence, I felt Sarah spread her legs. Then, I saw Dana take the showerhead. While kissing and nibbling Sarah’s nipples, she turned on the taps, and checked the water temperature. With a predatory grin on her face, she directed the stream to Sarah’s pussy, and received a soft shriek which gave way to a long moan. I felt Dana play the spray on Sarah’s pussy, some of it hitting my legs. The water was a little bit cold, but I suspected it was the pressure rather than the temperature that caused Sarah to writhe in my embrace, combined with what Dana’s finger were doing to her down there. Luckily, her struggles were short lived, and she quickly succumbed to a climax. While holding her up with one arm, I teased and caressed her breasts and nipples with my free hand. After a few seconds later, Dana put the shower head aside. Keeping one hand on Sarah’s pussy, she plastered her body against Sarah’s, trapping my hand between them. I felt her breast on the back of my hand, as she rubbed and mashed her tits against Sarah’s. Then, she locked reached for Sarah’s face, and brushed her lips. Even though Sarah was breathless, they locked lips with each other. That kiss almost made Sarah faint, and I heard her gasping. Relenting, Dana broke the kiss, and allowed Sarah to catch her breath. However, she kept kissing her cheeks and neck, and brushing her lips on her lips, until Sarah managed to collect herself.

“I love you,” Dana whispered to her. Giving her a loving look, Dana brought her fingers to her lips, and sucked them. “And you’re delicious.”

Then, without giving her a chance to respond, she went about smothering her with another kiss. With an effort, Sarah brought her lifeless arms around Dana’s neck, and kissed her back, while I tried to keep Sarah on her feet. A moan escaped from the broken seal of their lips, and I felt Sarah tremble again. Dana smiled at her, keeping her body pressed against Sarah’s quivering form.

“Please, no more,” Sarah managed to gasp, as she finally slumped against me, while hanging onto Dana’s neck.

Flashing a soft smile, Dana waited for her to collect herself. When Sarah was able to move, I sat down with my back against the back of the tub, and then pulled Sarah to my lap. She sat down, stretching her legs outside mine.

I hadn’t realized it, but sometime during our session, Dana had turned off the water. She picked up the showerhead, and turned on the taps for a gentle spray, testing the water temperature.

“Hot or warm?” she asked.

“Slightly cooler than warm,” Sarah answered with a tired voice.

After she was satisfied with the temperature, Dana directed the spray to our feet, and when we both nodded, she moved between our legs, and ran the spray over us, trying to cool us off, but mainly to revive Sarah. Soon, Sarah took the showerhead from Dana, and motioned her to sit between our legs. Following her instructions, Dana sat down with her back against Sarah. Sarah ran the spray over Dana for a short while, cooling her off as well, and then asked her to turn off the taps. We sat like that for almost fifteen minutes, enjoying the feel of each other, and trying to recover. Eventually, we staggered to our feet and managed to dry off, before heading to the bedroom.

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It was still early, just past ten, but tomorrow we had to wake up very early. Dana told us she set the alarm clock for half past four, and when she saw the questioning looks from Sarah and me, she told us it would give us time for a leisurely shower or something else. From the twinkle in her eyes, I had a fairly good guess what that something else might be. When Sarah looked like she would object, Dana told her that she was going to miss her, and directing her gaze at me, she added that we should have a good send off for her, if Sarah was so inclined, to which I nodded my agreement.

Sarah was quiet, but seemed very emotional also. When Dana got in the bed, Sarah quickly followed her, and snuggled in her arms like a little kitten. After turning off the ceiling light, I got in the bed, and spooned behind Sarah, bracketing her in the middle. Exchanging quick goodnight kisses, Dana reached for the bedside lamp and turned it off.

For a while, we were all awake. I felt Sarah and Dana holding and caressing each other. They were entwined with each other so intimately close, it was as if they were glued together bringing to mind Siamese twins. Sensing Sarah’s—almost—needy mood, I ran my hands over her body, while kissing her neck, and shoulder. I nuzzled her neck and inhaled the fragrance of her hair. She wiggled back against me, and pushed her ass back until my sleeping cock was trapped between her ass cheeks. Then, she pulled my hand that was on her hip to her tits, trapping it between her and Dana’s tits. With a soft sigh, she relaxed, and we heard her mumble “Good night my loves.”

Shortly thereafter, she was asleep. I felt Dana’s hand on my arm squeeze me and I answered her by running the back of my hand—that was trapped between them—over her tit, giving her a short caress. We whispered a “Good night,” to each other. Feeling tired, satiated, and very much at peace, I fell asleep... snuggled against my childhood friend, and now, my lover, while my other lover cuddled her, too.

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