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Two Dashes of Mid-Summer - 6
by Endrael endrael@yahoo.com
***
Although Kim isn't fond of Mike's friend Jen, Sara
has been willing to give her a chance and get to know
her, with results that will have long-term impacts
for all involved. (FFM, bi, mast, exh, voy)
***
Part 6: It's Never Simple
Chapter 1
Our new closeness was noticed pretty fast at school.
Not that Sara and I cared, but it did cause some
drama for Kim, since she was usually in with several
of the 'popular' crowds, who are rarely known for
accepting anything but vanilla relationships.
It started with rumors of Kim and me cheating on Sara
with each other, but those rumors died down pretty
fast, because, really, how cliché is that? If I was
affectionate with Kim with Sara right there and Sara
and I were still together, it didn't compute that Kim
and I were cheating on Sara, so therefore we weren't.
Then came the incest rumors. Granted, it was actually
true, but Sara and Kim went out of their way to avoid
any hint they were lovers, and nothing I did or said
made it plausible, either. That left only the people
who'd been at the party at Jen's. Both Jen and Jason
were out, which left Kit and his habit of saying
things he shouldn't to people he knew not to.
Sara and I went to Jen first just to be sure, even
though I was positive she had nothing to do with the
rumors. The last class of the day for the three of us
- Sara, Jen, and me - was a free period, so we went
ahead and left for home. We caught Jen in the parking
lot before she'd managed to sidle on out.
"What's up, oh great and esteemed purveyor of
awesomely artistic talent that's sought campus wide?"
she chimed as we walked up, leaning against her car
door.
"I dunno," I said, laughing "but I think you could
have thrown in something about being handsome and
fantastic in bed in there while you were going over
the top."
"Well, you're not really my taste for handsome,
sorry, and great in bed..." She put a finger to her
cheek and rolled her eyes up at the sky. "Yeah, I
can't vouch for that. You've got Sara to blow up your
ego for that one." She grinned and leaned into her
car to grab something, emerging with a clutch of
lollipops in one hand. She proffered them to a
laughing Sara, who took one. I just shook my head
when she thrust them my direction and she tossed them
indifferently back into her car.
"Oh my god, you are ridiculous," Sara slurred around
her candy.
"Keeps things interesting." She nodded and looked
back at me. "What's up, Mr. Studly Muffin Man? You
looking for a hot and thrilling night of studying
calc with me? 'cause I'm booked solid if you're after
a more typical date."
"No studying for me tonight, thankfully." I slid one
arm going around Sara's waist and leaned her against
me. "Actually just wondering if you know anything
about where the rumors came from about Sara and Kim.
We're thinking it may have been Kit."
"Wait. Seriously!?" She straightened and scanned the
parking lot. "I am going to fucking kill him. Or at
least kick his sorry ass to the curb." She took a
deep breath, held it for a few seconds, and then let
it out, giving us an inquisitive look. "But before I
do that, what rumors? 'cause I haven't heard any, but
you're more tuned in than I am, so that isn't saying
much."
"I only know about one and really only because we
were eating in the cafeteria the other day. Basically
what I caught was something about her and Kim being
such sluts that they've even been sleeping with each
other since they were kids."
Jen crunched down on her candy and chewed the
remnants off the paper stick while she thought,
flicking the stick off into the parking lot once
she'd cleaned it of sugar.
"I'll bitch at Kit when I see him tonight," she said
at length. "If it was him who said something stupid
and got that started... Well, let's just say you
shouldn't expect me to be very happy for a while."
"But aren't all goths mopey and depressed all the
time, so how could we even tell the difference?" Sara
asked, obviously facetious.
"Cross my heart with stitches and poke my eye with
black liner." Jen grinned and mimed doing just that.
"Seriously, though, that's just stupid. I don't see
where people even got that idea. So you taught your
sister how to masturbate. Big deal. Kids do that sort
of thing, and it's not like you still are, or that
anyone who wasn't at the party would know about it."
Sara just shook her head, which, with us both knowing
they actually were still fooling around with each
other, got interpreted as a no-you're-wrong shake
rather than one of agreement. Not that we pointed
that out, of course. I suspect Jen had her suspicions
about it, given some of what happened at the party,
but she wouldn't openly voice them, let alone issue
objections about it, even if she was sure she was
right.
Jen went on tiptoe and peered in the direction of the
school.
"Speak of the devil and there he is," she muttered,
swaying around her door and slamming it shut. She
raised her hands to her mouth and screamed across the
lot as she stomped off, her boots making solid thuds
with each step. "Hey, Kit! Get your ass over here!"
We turned to follow, but Jen waved us off, so we sat
on the back bumper and waited. We watched Kit mime
deafness to Jen's yelling across the lot at him to
move his ass, but she was stalking across lanes
faster than he was and caught him at row two, having
started at seven. She pressed into him and forced him
against the bed of an oversized and very clean
pickup, setting her hands to either side of his head.
We couldn't hear the conversation from where we were,
of course, but it was longer than what I'd expected.
Jen waved our way a few times and eventually pulled
away from Kit, and she crossed her arms and leaned
against the sedan behind her while he talked. There
was a lot of gesticulating and no context to go with
it, so the only clue we had to the course of the
discussion was Jen giving Kit a hug and kiss before
starting back our way.
"It wasn't him," she said, shaking her head and
leaning against her car's trunk beside us. "He wasn't
lying about that, I can vouch, so I have no idea."
She paused a moment before adding, "People are dumb."
"Did he have any ideas where it might have come
from?" Sara asked, absently folding her lollipop
stick in half one way and then the other. "I'm not
bothered by it, but it is getting to Kim, and that
does bother me."
"Not really. He said he first heard it a week or two
ago. Far as he can figure, it's because you're not
getting all jealous and pissy and throwing fits
because Mike and Kim have been all lovey-dovey while
you've been hanging out with them."
"Why would I be throwing fits about that? It's not
like they're screwing each other behind my back or
anything."
I had to bite my tongue to keep from saying something
stupid like, "We only do it while you're watching."
"Well, your friend isn't exactly the quiet sort," Jen
commented dryly. "Nor are you, for that matter,
Little Miss Screamer." She turned and poked Sara's
shoulder, laughing. "And we all know Mike fooled
around with both of you at the party. Your friend and
you, I mean, not you and Kim. If that didn't bother
you, I have a hard time believing you'd be bothered
if him and Kim actually were screwing each other.
Open relationship and all that jazz."
"I don't know that I'd call our relationship open," I
said. "We're not all, "By the way, I'm off to so-and-
so's house for the night and we'll be having happy
bunny sex. See you in the morning." Cindy's the only
person we've fooled around with, and we all agreed to
it beforehand."
"That and Kim likes the girls a lot more than she
likes the guys," Sara added. "She wouldn't want to
get Mike into bed with her, anyway."
"I don't have the bits she likes to play with."
Jen laughed and shoved away from her car, turning to
face us and putting her hands on her hips, cocking
her head to the side.
"With the way she was all over your friend, it was
kind of obvious she likes to bat for the other team.
Fine for her, but I like the dangly bits, myself."
"Which still leaves us with the rumor problem and
what to do about it," I said, trying to get the
conversation back on topic.
"Ooh! Ooh!" Jen shot her hand into the air and
bounced enthusiastically. "I vote for fucking with
their heads some more!"
"But how?" Sara's look was wary. "It's not going to
involve doing anything stupid, is it?"
Jen scoffed, folding one hand delicately over her
chest in mock exasperation.
"I'd never!" She laughed. "It would really depend
what you two'd be ok doing, you know. Let's head to
my place so we can figure this out! Now I'm all
excited! This is so much better than studying the
maths."
She scampered around her car with a maniacal witch
cackle that got Sara giggling.
"You are fucking insane, girl," Sara said. "Oh my
god."
"And I like it!" Jen shot back with a grin and a
villain laugh before ducking into her car.
Chapter 2
We stopped to pick up some fast food Mexican on the
way to Jen's. It wasn't impressive food, but it was
edible and didn't make us sick, so it was generally
considered a win. We flopped out in the living room,
Jen plugging her new laptop into the stereo system to
play her music.
"Taco!" she cried, sitting with a thud and sprawling
her legs out, pulling out three from the bag. "Om nom
nom!"
"What craziness do you have going on in your head
this time?" I asked, munching through my nachos like
I hadn't eaten in days. "I'm sure it'll be creative,
if nothing else."
Jen just grinned and scarfed down a taco before
saying anything.
"So good..."
She feigned rapture as Sara snorted.
"You didn't even taste it, woman," Sara said,
snatching one of Jen's tacos and grinning. "Give it
to someone who can appreciate the magnificence and
give it the respect it deserves."
"Hey! My taco!" Jen flailed ineffectually after her
stolen taco before sighing and grabbing another from
the bag. "Fine. Taco stealing bitch. I'll get you
back for that. Eventually. Maybe. If I remember."
"Uh huh. I'm shaking."
"With terrified trepidation, I hope."
"Or maybe hopeful enthusiasm."
She grinned and took a bite, Jen feigning horror.
"Now it's on, bitch. Just you wait and see. I'll...
have Mike torture you!"
"Already am," I said, matter-of-fact.
Jen cocked her head to the side and looked at me.
"I... am almost afraid to ask, but I don't like
unasked questions, so do tell."
"I lost a race with Cindy," Sara said, her face going
red.
"A race, hm?" She leaned forward toward Sara. "Tell
me more of this race that you lost. Unless it was a
sex race, and then that's your thing."
"We were at her house for the night and they had us
tied up, Mike and Aaron, Cindy's boyfriend, and were
seeing which of us they could force more orgasms out
of by a certain time."
"Oh really?" She leaned forward even more, her legs
splaying further apart. "Forget what I just said
about not telling me sex stuff. You were tied up and
this interests me, yes it does. Bondage is the
greatest thing ever. Details, I want them. How were
you tied up? Where? What did they use? How did they
use it? How long were you forced to cum?"
Sara went even redder, which I didn't think was
possible, since she was already as red as I'd ever
seen her. She looked at me with a pleading look and I
just laughed.
"You're the one who opened this conversation, love,"
I said, shaking my head. "I just said I'm already
torturing you, and it could have been left at that."
"Some protector he is," Jen scoffed, giving me a
dismissive wave.
"If you put your hand down her pants right now, I'm
sure she'd be pretty wet. Getting caught like that
turns her on."
Sara just nodded and squeezed her legs together. Jen
reached down to grab the taco she was almost, at this
point, laying on, her legs spread almost
perpendicular to her body. I'd known she was
flexible, since I'd known her for so long, but I
hadn't seen her do splits in years, so I'd forgotten
just how flexible. I filed the information away for
potential use later.
"So being on display gets you all hot and bothered,
does it?" Jen inquired, taking a bite of her taco. "I
definitely want to hear more about this race, then. I
think I know what the torture is, since I know how
Mike thinks after so long, but I want you to walk me
there."
"I... damn it." Sara muttered as she squirmed. "I'm
already desperate and this isn't going to help! I
haven't cum since then!"
Jen just grinned and continued munching on her taco,
waiting.
"If it makes you feel any better, I like being denied
sometimes, too. I haven't cum in a week."
"Pft. I haven't cum in over two weeks, and I'm not
done yet!" She squeezed her legs together even
tighter, folding them under her. "I should have never
agreed to the race, but Mike hadn't let me cum since
the party, so I'd gone two weeks."
"Wicked awesome." Jen grinned and held a hand up to
me, palm out for a high five, and I laughed. "That is
totally the same thing I would have done if I were
into girls. Guys are a lot harder to tease like that
'cause they cum so damn easy. But you were telling me
about this race. I want details, woman. Tell me
everything. When did the fun start? You were at her
place, I'm sure, 'cause of Mike living with 'rents,
so did you just head on over or did you pick her up
somewhere or what?"
Sara whimpered and gave me another pleading look. I
just shook my head again and smiled, enjoying her
squirming. She whined in resignation and leaned back
against the couch, crossing her arms under her
breasts and raising her legs to either side, planting
her feet at shoulder width just in front of her ass.
Chapter 3
"We picked her up when she got off work," she
started, "down at the Bull Horn. It was late, but I
don't remember what time it was."
"About two in the morning," I said, dropping my empty
nacho tray into the food bag that had become the
trash. "We'd, ah, been watching movies."
"He means watching women masturbate and cum while I
was tied up on his lap." She squeezed her elbows.
"And orgasm compilations. Lots of those. At least he
hasn't done that to me yet this time. I love watching
people cum. Gets me soaked so fast it's not even
funny."
"Were you naked when he had you tied up?" Jen asked,
an eager look on her face, propping her chin on her
hands and laying on her stomach now with her legs
splayed off to either side. "And he still had his
clothes on?"
"Not fully naked." She shook her head. "I had my
stockings on, ones I just got from Victoria's Secret.
They're black and come up to mid-thigh." She moved
her hands and lay one leg down, indicating where.
"With these sort of... I don't what they're called,
but kind of tribal looking designs on them? You know
the ones I'm talking about?"
"Ooh!" Jen moved more into a sitting position, her
arms straight under her, though she still hadn't
moved out of her splits position. "I know exactly
what ones you're talking about. You have those? How
do they feel? Do they stay up like they're supposed
to? The last pair of stockings I got were crap, and I
am so not happy with them."
"I don't know how well they stay up, honestly.
They're kind of only a for-being-sexy thing, you
know? But they feel amazing. So smooth. You need to
go get them, even if you're only going to wear them
with your lingerie. You'd love them."
"I'll have Jason give me some money to pick some up
when he gets paid." She nodded and shoved herself up
straight, swinging her legs forward and moving into a
cross-legged position, propping herself on her knees
to lean forward again. "So you were all hot and
bothered watching movies with your stud muffin man.
Please, go on."
"Um... I'm not sure how we ended up picking Cindy up
from work, actually. I think she called us?" She
looked to me for confirmation.
"It was Aaron who called us." I got to my knees and
moved over to Sara, scooting her away from the couch
so I could squeeze in behind her and lean her back
against me, my arms around her waist. "He said he was
busy or in the middle of something or something like
that and couldn't leave it to pick her up without bad
things happening. So we got her untied, dressed, and
went to pick up Cindy."
"I know what you're planning to do sitting like that,
mister," Sara scolded, grabbing my hands with hers
and planting them under her arms. "I'm going to be
hot and bothered enough as it is without your help."
"But you're not going to stop me from helping because
you enjoy being teased."
I grinned and leaned down, taking her earlobe gently
into my mouth and sucking on it. She purred, her head
tilting to the side to give me better access, and I
bit the side of her neck. She drew in a sharp breath
and squeezed my hands.
"God damn it, Mike." She let out a long, shuddery
sigh and butted the back of her head against my
shoulder in frustration. "Stop knowing me so well."
"You know, I could add to being evil," Jen offered.
"Since you've already seen me nekkid AND having sex,
I have no reason to hide myself, and I am getting
pretty antsy to have some orgasms of my own..."
"Oh, you wouldn't!" Sara exclaimed, struggling
futilely now to get her hands free of mine. "That's
not fair! This is the worst torture ever!"
Jen and I grinned at each other, and then she pulled
her shirts off, leaving her almost naked from the
waist up. Her bra was about as boring as they come,
meant to be functional rather than attractive. It
looked to be almost too small for her, which got me
curious.
"What're you at now?" I nodded at her chest.
"These?" She looked down and squeezed her breasts.
"They're back and forth between a small D and a big
C. I really wish they'd make up their damn mind and
choose one or the other, because I'm getting tired of
never knowing what size bra I need to shop for. And
no, they haven't grown since you saw them at the
party."
"No, but I hadn't seen them for a while before that,
so I was curious."
"Yes, well, there wasn't any reason for you to see
them. You're like a brother to me, so showing them
off to you is kind of boring."
"So what you're really saying is you have no problem
being naked and fooling around in front of family."
She laughed and kissed at me, pulling ties and clips
out of her hair so she could undo her braids.
"Only you and Jason." She glanced over her shoulder
at the clock. "He should be home in about an hour,
unless he has something going on." She turned back
around, planting her hands on the floor behind her
and popping her back. She rolled her shoulders and
straightened up again, sighing. "That's better. Now I
can move. So as I was saying, since I really enjoy
being a tease and I'm really wanting to have myself
some orgasms, I'm voting that this is the perfect
opportunity for both."
I had to laugh, then leaned down and kissed the side
of Sara's neck.
"I'm not going to stop you from putting on a show for
us," I said once I'd gotten Sara's breathing up.
"I'm always expecting you to encourage me to do this
sort of thing." She nodded at Sara, tilting her head
to one side and pulling a braid out, leaving a black
cascade of hair off one side of her head. "How long
is she being denied?"
"Two months," Sara answered, pressing back into me.
"I can't tell if I have the worst possible luck or
the best with so many people teasing me."
"With how much you love being teased, definitely the
best luck." I grinned against her cheek, kissing the
corner of her mouth.
She hummed pleasantly and squeezed my hands, closing
her eyes and leaning her head to the side as I kissed
down her neck and bit along her throat.
"When did you two fool around, then?" she asked when
I stopped, putting her attention back on Jen, who had
finished with her hair and lost her bra so she could
play with her nipples.
"It was a while ago," Jen said, tracing one of her
nails around her areola to get her nipples hard. "We
were 13 and 14? Or 12 and 13. Five or six years ago,
anyway."
"We were in seventh grade, so 12 and 13." I released
Sara's hands so I could gather her hair back,
motioning for Jen to toss me one of her hair clips.
"You were barely a B cup at that age and loved to
flash me."
"You and Erik both," Jen laughed. "But only you two.
I had a huge crush on Erik, so I wanted to show off
for him, and I just liked showing off for you because
we're besties. It's a shame Erik moved. I wanted him
to be my first kiss."
"What? You're complaining that was with me? I'm
hurt."
I put on a sad face and she laughed.
"Dude. Cut the crap. You've done stupid shit that
pissed me off, but that's not one of them. We had fun
and I definitely don't want to go back and tell
myself, "You're being stupid if you do this." It's
one of my favorite memories, if it must be known."
"Well that's good to know, at least. I wouldn't go
back and tell myself no, either."
"So why didn't you two get together then?" Sara
asked, sliding her legs out straight in front of her,
her horniness obviously fading. She'd have kept them
up otherwise.
Jen shrugged, unzipping her boots and pulling them
off before lying back and flipping her skirt up so
she could hook her thumbs into her hose. She lifted
her ass and shoved them and her panties down before
sitting back up to work them the rest of the way off.
"I didn't want to. I had a huge crush on Erik, like
super fan girl huge, so Mike was just my best
friend."
"Did you want to, Mike?" Sara asked me, turning her
head toward me.
"Yeah, but there were a lot of girls in my grade that
I wanted. I just wasn't interested in any of them
enough to go after them. Jen was my only girl friend
at the time, really."
"I don't get it. How'd you end up fooling around,
then?"
"We were wrestling," Jen said, followed by a short
laugh. "We lived next door to each other and his dad
had a big workout mat in their garage. I think we
were pretending to be Superwoman and the Hulk or
something, and he kept going after my boobs."
"You never said I couldn't." I laughed, dropping my
hands down to run my fingers along Sara's thighs. She
spread her legs to give me better access and I gave
them a good squeeze before continuing my stroking.
"You'd been showing them off to me so much I figured
you wanted me to, and you didn't stop me. Once I had
you on your back and was sitting on you, you wouldn't
let me not grope you."
"Dude. It felt good. They were new and fun for me to
play with when I masturbated each night." She gave
her breasts a hard squeeze to emphasize and let out a
heavy breath, pinching her nipples. "It would've been
like you stopping me when I was playing with your
dick. Not gonna happen."
"Fair enough. I'll consider this argument a draw, but
the next one, you better watch out. I will totally
win that one."
She laughed and scooted back to lean against the door
of the entertainment center, closing her eyes while
playing with her breasts.
"So you were wrestling and it got sexual?"
Jen hummed a yes, pinching hard on both her nipples
and twisting and pulling them.
"Erik moved a few weeks after Mike and I started
doing our super hero wrestling, so I think that had
something to do with it. I got the attention from him
I wanted and then some. We got a lot of each other's
firsts. First kiss. First grope. First orgasm by
someone else. First time someone had sucked my
nipples or pulled my hair. That nipple sucking... oh
god. I'd never felt anything so amazing."
She pulled in a deep breath as she pinched her
nipples even harder, moaning louder. Sara pulled her
legs back up to plant her feet flat on the floor
again, watching Jen getting her going again. I slid
my fingers along her thighs to her pussy, stroking
her lightly through her pants and making her draw in
a slow breath and spread her legs more.
"First intentional teasing. First blue balls. First
masturbating in front of someone else. First oral
from you. I never was able to do that to you."
"We got caught before we could do that," Jen said
distractedly, shaking her head and drawing in a sharp
breath as she pinched with the sides of her nails.
She exhaled a hum, opening her eyes and looking at
me. "That was fucking terrifying. I'd never seen your
mom so mad. I thought she was going to kill us. It
still scares me how she went off."
"Yeah," I agreed, drawing it out. "I'm pretty sure
she would have if she'd walked in ten minutes later.
It's good she only caught us kissing after I'd gotten
you topless."
"Shit. I never thought of that. We got so lucky with
that." She drew her nails lightly across her chest
and upper arms, quiet a moment. "Thinking about it
now, it does seem kind of strange we didn't get
together."
"Well, getting grounded from each other for half a
year outside of school probably had something to do
with it."
"Good point. Good point indeed. You win this round,
mister."
"I did say I would."
I grinned as she laughed and returned her hands to
her breasts, massaging them.
Chapter 4
"But that's all old news," she averred, scooting
herself forward and planting her feet to mirror Sara,
except she had only her skirt left and Sara was still
fully dressed. "I want to hear about you, Sara dear.
Tell me about your night at Cindy's and help me cum.
Tell me everything."
She grabbed both her breasts and lowered her mouth to
each of her nipples, never taking her eyes from Sara.
I cupped my hand between her legs and squeezed her
pussy through her pants, making her catch her breath.
I felt a damp spot and squeezed again, harder, and
was rewarded with a small moan.
"How about we make this more fun and we all lose our
clothes?" I said, undoing Sara's pants.
"Too easy," Jen countered, pulling her skirt up and
rolling it under the hem so it would stay put,
revealing her sparsely haired, unshaved pussy. "I'm
in the mood for more of a challenge than just getting
naked all at once. You can get naked, but I want Sara
to keep her clothes on."
"Why's that?"
"Because I want her to take off one piece of clothing
every time I'm able to cum. Shoes and socks count as
one each, so that means..." She paused and counted
silently. "That makes eight orgasms for me. So if we
do it that way, I get to have the orgasms I need, she
gets all hot and bothered without being able to cum,
and if she's not naked by the end, means she didn't
pass the challenge and you can punish her with more
teasing."
"So not fair," Sara said, but pointedly didn't
disagree. "And it's ten orgasms." She lifted her
shirt to reveal another beneath it. "And I'm wearing
hose because these pants itch."
"I accept this challenge," I agreed, giving Sara's
breasts a good squeeze before pulling my shirt off
and dropping it on the floor. "But only on the
condition that you're not allowed to use any toys to
get off."
Jen hummed and pondered, watching as I stood and
stripped off the rest of my clothes.
"Your meta game impresses me, my good sir," Jen said,
giving a solemn nod. "I think the most I've ever
managed to squeeze out of this pussy of mine without
toys is six, or maybe seven, and that was after two
weeks of playing every day without cumming, and I
haven't been doing that this time. I accept your
conditions, but I need a towel before we start
because I will make a puddle."
She clambered to her feet, shoved her skirt down and
off, and then padded down the hall, Sara and I
watching her ass as she went. She looked surprisingly
good naked, which I'd been too drunk and distracted
to really appreciate at the party, and which was
entirely obscured by the clothing she usually wore.
"She looks really good," Sara said, voice low.
"Yeah she does," I agreed, returning my hands to her
breasts and massaging them slowly. She purred and
leaned back against me.
"I didn't think she would," she continued. "Not a lot
of people do, with weird rolls and stuff everywhere.
I didn't really look at her at the party because I
was too horny for you, so I didn't notice. Shame
she's straight."
"I think there will be plenty of chances to see if
she's willing to experiment."
Sara wasn't able to continue the conversation, Jen
returning and holding a towel behind her back, a
mischievous look on her face.
"Jason got this made for me a year or two ago by one
of his friends. You will laugh, I say. It is the
single most awesome thing anyone has ever gotten or
made for me."
"Let's see it, then," I said, finding Sara's nipples
and giving them a pinch through her shirts and bra.
With a flourish, she unfurled the towel, letting it
drape in front of her. On it were two sock puppets,
one black and the other white, and both decked out
like gangsta pimps. I burst out laughing when I saw
it and Jen grinned, giggling uncontrollably. Sara
just looked confused.
"It's characters from Sifl and Olly," Jen explained.
"Stupid awesome show on MTV a few years ago."
"Orgasm and G-Spot! Best interviews they ever did."
That was all I managed before starting laughing
again, and Jen clutched the towel to her chest,
bouncing and grinning stupidly.
"I told you it was the most awesome thing ever!" She
giggled and jumped back to her spot in front of the
entertainment center. "It's the only towel I use when
I need one for this. It's just so fucking
appropriate."
She laughed and dropped the now folded towel, then
settled on top of it, her hand immediately going
between her spread legs and her fingers starting on
her clit.
"I don't get it," Sara said once I'd caught my
breath.
"I'll show you later," Jen breathed, her focus
shifting to her fingers. "I seriously need to cum
right now, though, so pick something to take off."
She spread her pussy lips and dipped a pair of
fingers into herself, pulling her wetness up to her
clit and dropping her head back as her fingers moved
in a blur. Her other hand went to her breasts and
mauled at them, random "yes's and "oh god's coming
out of her as she rose toward orgasm. It didn't take
her long - not even a minute - and then her legs were
quaking and she slammed her head back against the
entertainment center, moaning with each wave of her
orgasm and holding her pussy lips wide so we could
watch her pussy and asshole clench and spasm.
Sara shoved one of my hands down her pants, then
grabbed the bottom of one of her shirts and pulled it
off. Jen opened her eyes to look at us, catching her
breath but still working her fingers on her clit. I
circled my fingers slowly on Sara's and Jen nodded
before closing her eyes again, settling back and her
hand going back into a blur. It took her a little
longer to reach her second orgasm - two minutes
instead of one - and she grabbed one of her breasts
to bite and suck her nipple when it hit, holding her
pussy open again while it spasmed even harder and
longer than her first. She twitched with the
aftershocks, catching her breath. Sara's own
breathing was growing ragged while she fought her own
orgasm.
I stopped my fingers, Sara moaning in frustration and
gripping hard on my arm and hand. She grabbed her
second shirt and jerked it off, her hands going to
her breasts and sliding underneath her bra to squeeze
on them directly.
"That's two." Jen hummed, dipping a pair of fingers
into her pussy and working them against her g-spot.
"You'll need to start telling me about your night if
you want to get ten out of me, and that's already
going to be hard for you."
"She has me for hard things," I said, and Sara hummed
agreement.
"Very hard," she said, reaching back between us to
squeeze my cock. "That should be in me. I really need
you fucking me right now. You have no idea."
"Maybe it will be if you're able to get naked
enough," I said in her ear, nibbling on her earlobe.
"Will I be able to cum?" she begged, squeezing my
cock again and jerking on it.
"We'll see. Right now, you have incentive to get
naked if you want me in you."
She let out a disappointed moan and then gasped as I
shoved my hand back down her pants to get my fingers
back on her clit.
"I've never watched another woman get denied," Jen
admitted. "It's actually kinda hot. Do it again."
I grinned and pulled Sara's arms behind her back,
holding them at her elbows with my free arm and
pushing her chest out to make her breasts more
prominent. I started my fingers moving faster on her
clit and she started shaking almost immediately,
screwing her eyes shut and whimpering loudly through
gritted teeth as she held herself back. I watched Jen
while I kept the other half of my attention on Sara
to make sure I didn't push her too far and make her
cum, and Jen's fingers went into a blur again, her
eyes locked on us. I shifted my hand and pinched as
hard as I could on Sara's clit, making her gasp
sharply and open her eyes wide in shock at the sudden
change, her orgasm stopped instantly and held right
at the edge.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," she panted heavily, fighting
against squirming to avoid me losing my grip and her
losing her ability to hold her orgasm with it. She
was shaking violently, watching Jen arching up and
gasping out a "yes" every time she slammed her
fingers into herself, shoving herself into a third
orgasm. A clear line of her juices trickled between
her ass cheeks and dripped in a long stream onto the
towel beneath her before she settled back, breathing
heavily.
Sara was shaking and whimpering, still holding her
orgasm because of my grip on her clit, when Jen
opened her eyes again a minute later. She watched
Sara drop slowly away from the edge with rapt
attention, her breath trembling the whole time. I
gradually eased my squeeze on her clit, leaving her
shuddering and breathing hard, and I released her
arms and pulled my hand from her pants to let her
rest.
"Three down, seven to go," Jen purred, still stroking
on her clit and sucking her fingers into her mouth.
"You're a lot more fun to watch being denied than a
guy is, for sure, but I don't know how many more I
can have without toys. These have been pretty
intense."
"All seven that you have left?" Sara asked hopefully,
leaning forward to pull off one of her shoes.
"Only way to find out is to start telling me about
your night." Jen grinned and lifted her other hand to
suck her fingers clean. "We keep getting distracted
from that, so no more distractions. I think I can
manage two more if I do it fast, and after that it's
going to start getting hard to have more."
"Where did I leave off?"
"We'd just left to pick up Cindy," I said, slipping
my hands into her bra to cup her breasts, giving them
a good squeeze and playing with her nipples. She
moaned and settled against me, laying her head on my
shoulder.
"This isn't going to be easy to tell with you playing
with me, you know."
"You've done it before." I grinned against her throat
and bit softly, causing her to draw in a sharp breath
and arch into my hands. "No reason you can't do it
this time, either."
"I hadn't been teased and denied for almost a month
already last time!"
"Less talk, more story and teasing," Jen demanded. "I
still have some orgasms stored up that I need to have
before I go crazy."
"All of you are going to be the death of me with all
this teasing and not letting me cum."
"It won't kill you," I said, biting at the side of
her throat again. "Just make you even more crazy
horny than you already are."
"I don't know if that's a good thing." She moaned,
tilting her head even more to the side as I continued
my nibbling and playing with her nipples, her
breathing getting heavier again. "My pants are so
soaked now..."
"If you help me get some more orgasms, you won't have
to worry about soaking your pants anymore," Jen
suggested, pinching her clit lightly and working her
fingers up and down on it. "Hint, hint, nudge,
nudge."
"Uh huh... Just... let me focus a second." She gasped
sharply and jerked in surprise as I pinched hard on
her nipples, letting her know her second was up and
causing her to squeeze her legs together. "Oh fuck.
Wow. Ok." She pulled in a deep breath and pressed
back against me more snugly, covering my hands with
hers, though she didn't stop me from playing with her
nipples.
"So we went to pick Cindy up from work. I had my
usual clothes with me, and I didn't think we were
going to end up fooling around, so I did have my bra
and panties on."
Chapter 5
By the time Sara had finished, Jen had managed only
eight orgasms, giving up on her ninth when she hadn't
reached it after five minutes of furiously fingering
herself. She flopped against the entertainment center
and sucked on her fingers, shaking her head and
panting and her legs splayed out in front of her, her
towel visibly soaked, her body sheened with sweat,
and her hair damp clumps.
This left Sara not fully naked, and she stared at her
hose and panties with trepidation, fidgeting her toes
at each other.
"That," Jen proclaimed when she had enough breath to
talk, "was the most fun I've had since our party. I'm
not into women, but I really think I'd have a lot of
fun topping you."
Sara smiled and blushed, still fussing at her toes.
"I tried," she said quietly. "I really, really did."
"I think she did quite well," I said, pulling Sara up
against me and leaning over her shoulder, turning her
face to mine and giving her a slow kiss before
turning back to Jen. "I was betting on you only
getting six or seven. And it was damn hot being able
to watch you again." I shifted my attention back to
Sara and gave her another kiss, biting at her lip.
"If it weren't for your extra shirt and the
pantyhose, you'd have won."
Jen hummed and smiled, looking down at herself and
tracing her fingers lightly over the marks she'd left
on her breasts and her thighs and her pussy.
"I like my body a lot more now than I did then. I've
filled out exactly like I wanted to. I don't think a
lot of women can say that and mean it." She cupped
her breasts and lifted them before letting them drop
back. "Except for the stupid C or D thing with these
fat bags, anyway. But yeah." She turned her attention
back to Sara. "You did a really good job. Flying
colors and spiffy rainbows and perfume farts and
stuff like that. I didn't think I'd be able to get
that many, either. I still want more, but that's
definitely the most times I've cum with just my
fingers in such a short a time."
Sara beamed and gave a small bounce, slipping a hand
behind her back to take hold of my still hard cock.
She gave it a good tug before turning around and
pulling my legs straight so she could straddle me.
"I need you so bad right now," she leaned in and
whispered in my ear, plaintive and begging and
tugging hard on my cock. "I can't hold back any more
after what we just did. I'm going to cum if you're
going to fuck me. Please. I need you more than
anything right now. Please. Please. Take me and claim
me and own me and fuck me until I'm stupid and
senseless and then keep fucking me. I need it. Need
you."
"Can you be quiet?" I asked, teasing.
"You know damn well I can't," she snorted, smacking
my chest. "I don't want-"
I didn't let her finish, grabbing the back of her
neck and pulling her in for a hard, deep kiss, and
she immediately molded herself against me, clutching
her arms tight around my shoulders. I shifted
sideways and picked her up as I rolled with her,
ending up on top of her and locking her in a kiss
again, one hand between us and shoving half
effectively at her hose and panties to get them out
of the way. I had to pull back to do it properly,
pulling them down to her knees and then grabbing her
bra to tie her hands behind her knees.
"Hey!" Jen exclaimed, smacking one hand on the floor.
"This wasn't part of the arrangement!"
I ignored her and just drove hard into Sara, who
gasped and squeaked out an "oh fuck" before I started
fucking her. She'd already been tensed and on the
verge when I'd plunged into her, and two strokes was
all it took before she erupted, bucking up beneath
me, and I had to use my weight to hold her still
enough I could stay inside her, her whole body
convulsing as she came so hard she almost pushed me
out every time her pussy clamped down. I didn't wait
for her first orgasm to fade before I started fucking
her again, digging my fingers into her breasts to
hold her in place.
I was vaguely aware of Jen playing with herself again
beside us, but I kept my focus on Sara. It didn't
take her long to roll into another orgasm, not as
overwhelming but no less difficult to ride through,
and I held deep in her until it had only half passed
before fucking her hard and fast again, almost at my
own peak. We reached that one together, her body
shivering and her voice starting to crack, and I
settled my weight on her to bite down hard on the
side of her neck, enough it would bruise almost
immediately. She shook and twitched under and around
me as we both caught our breath, and she panted and
rode through aftershocks for I don't know how long.
Chapter 6
"Hey, Jas," I heard from Jen a minute or two later,
sounding sheepish. "We, um... kinda... carried away?"
"This was the last thing I expected when I got home,"
from Jason, and I lifted away from Sara.
"Stay..." Sara croaked at me, her eyes closed. "Don't
leave me. Need you."
"I'm not going anywhere, but we do need to get up."
She groaned a protest and shook her head, trying to
move her tied hands to grab me.
"Stay... Can't let you go..."
"Looks like you broke her brain, man," Jason said.
"Both of you did, by the looks of it. You did a good
job of soaking your towel."
"Mike got a kick out of it," Jen said, sitting up and
groaning as her back popped.
"Looks like you all did, and you didn't save any of
the fun until I got home." He laughed and took Jen's
hand, hauling her to her feet. "I hate you all, and I
mean that in the nicest possible way. Now go get
yourself showered and cleaned up, wench. Or maybe you
two should go first so Jen can clean up your puddle."
"Nope!" Jen said, snatching up her towel with a
theatrical bow. "Mikey made her make that mess, so
they can clean it. I'm out!" She saluted and bobbed
down the hall to the bathroom.
"Not moving," Sara muttered, shaking her head again.
"Need my lover. And I'm tied up."
"I could always get my hole gun and attach chains to
your nipples if that what it takes."
That got Sara's attention, and she forced her eyes to
focus while I untied her.
"You do piercings, too?"
"Anywhere you might want them, even if it's somewhere
as boring as your ears. I even know some fun ones,
like a VCH."
"What's that?"
"Vertical clitoral hood. It's strictly a ladies-only
sort of piercing, if the name didn't make that
obvious. Not all women are able to have it done, but
if you can and it's done right, it's basically four
or five millimeters of eighteen gauge party right on
your clit."
"I like that idea," Sara purred, running her hands
along my upper arms. "Would I be able to get one?"
"If Mike doesn't mind me playing with your happy
button and poking at it with measuring instruments, I
can let you know."
Sara purred and said, "I like that idea, too," and I
laughed.
"Man, we had a threesome last time we were over and
I'm going to say it's a problem now? What've you been
smoking?"
Jason laughed himself and prodded at my back once I'd
helped Sara climb to her feet, goading us toward the
shower.
"I don't need to smoke a damn thing with some of the
people I get in at work. Contact high just having
them walk by the shop front. Hoo!" He gave my ass a
smack. "I'll mix up some cleaning stuff so you can
take care of that puddle you made," he called back to
us as he disappeared into the kitchen.
Sara stuck her tongue out at me and slipped her
fingers through mine.
"Do you think Jen will let us join her?" she asked,
pulling her hose and panties off before we started
down the hall.
"Only one way to find out."
Chapter 7
"I still think rumors are made by idiots," Jen said,
sitting on the other end of the couch from us, me
leaning over and cleaning out the wet spot Sara had
left.
She hadn't let us join her in the shower, but she
hadn't bitched us out of the bathroom, either, so we
still considered it a win, and she'd stayed and
chatted while we took our own, which was another win.
"I'm not at all complaining about the fun we just
had, but your rumor problem was the whole point of
you coming over in the first place."
"Damn it, woman," Jason said once he'd finished
ordering pizza. "What am I missing now?"
"Just some stupid school drama," I said, and filled
him in about the incest rumors.
"That's all?" he asked when I was done. "Shit, son.
You wanna fuck with their heads, you done come to the
right fucking place."
He pointed at Sara and me. "You two, break up."
He pointed at me. "You, get together with Kim."
He pointed at Sara and Jen. "You two get together and
go crazy on each other with the necking and groping
and shit."
He held a hand out flat at Jen. "Shut up, wench, and
let me finish." He motioned at each of us. "This'll
only be a week or two, and you have to be sure it's
where they can see you at school. If you two break up
and you get together with Kim, they'll think they're
right. They'll smirk at each other and feel all
superior."
He pointed at me. "Kim likes the women, and that
isn't hard to miss, so you getting together with her
will fuck their heads. You do what you always do when
you're hanging with her in school, whatever that is,
but you should get seen at least once or twice with
your tongue down her throat."
He pointed at Sara and Jen next, shifting his
attention between them. "You two get with each other
and they'll be all WTF, 'cause you are completely not
each other's type, Jen is not into women at all, and
I don't think Sara's given anyone reason to think she
is, either."
"What about Kit?" Jen asked, holding up a finger and
looking as if she'd just unraveled the whole
proposition. "I'm not breaking up with him just for
some idiots in school."
Jason shrugged.
"You won't. You'll be having crazy mad threesomes
with Sara, but mostly just twosomes with her. And
then!" He smacked his palms on the arms of the
recliner. "And this is the part that will really fuck
with them, so you better do it right: At the end of
the two weeks, you go back to how things are now as
if nothing happened."
Sara and Jen just stared at each other, thinking I
don't know what. The whole thing wouldn't have much,
if any, impact on Sara and I as far as our
relationship went, since we were already tightly knit
with Kim, but throwing Sara and Jen together could
get weird real fast, even considering the things we'd
already done. Being free and open with each other
with sexual stuff when you were only involved as a
voyeur was alright, but Jen was definitely not
interested in women, which made it unlikely the
interest for more from Sara and me would lead
anywhere. I didn't know how sharing Sara with her,
even just for theater, would affect our own
relationship. There was attraction, certainly, but it
wasn't the I-want-to-fuck-your-brains-out sort of
attraction, if that makes any sense.
"Kim and I would manage that just fine, I think," I
said, looking at Jen. "It's on Jen and Sara if they
could do their part of that."
"You know I could," Sara said, giving me a gentle
elbow to my stomach in annoyance. "I like fooling
around with women as much as I do with men. But you
and Jen have this weird dynamic going on, and I don't
know how doing what Jason says would change that."
"So it's all me now?" Jen snorted. "The only thing
Mike and I have going on is best friends. We haven't
been sexual with each other for years until today,
and I don't think that really counts. I'm still not
sure how that ended up happening."
"We were all horny," I said, giving Sara's breasts a
good squeeze. "Duh."
"Brilliant! Mike wins the Obvious Contest!"
"Reigning champion, baby."
She laughed and threw a pillow at me, which both Sara
and I blocked.
"You're ok letting me have Sara for two weeks, both
of you?" she asked, serious again. "'cause even just
thinking about it is seriously weird. I mean, I have
the same sort of relationship with Kit that you two
have, but I don't know a fucking thing about power
dynamics between couples. Are we going to treat this
like a lending of a possession or a contract or
what?"
That was a good question, and I turned to look at
Sara, because I didn't know, either. I'd never
considered her a possession or an inferior, but
rather an equal. I just happened to be the one who
topped when it came to sex.
Well, Kim and me, anyway, which, thinking about it,
may have been part of the problem with her, since we
didn't understand that's what we were doing with
Sara. I made a note to talk with her about it next
time I had time with her.
"What're your thoughts, love? You have just as much
say about this. What do you want to do?"
She took a minute to think, shaking her head a bit.
"Y'all do know that's just one option, right?" Jason
asked, bemused, getting up to answer the knock on the
door, and then peering back around the corner a few
seconds later. "Hey, wench. Toss me my wallet. The
pizza god smiles upon us this day." He ducked as Jen
threw his wallet at his head. "Much appreciated!"
He set the pizzas in the middle of the floor and
wandered into the kitchen, returning to hand out
plates.
"I don't know, honestly," Sara said, sliding a slice
of each onto her plate. "The idea kind of scares me.
I mean, yeah, Aaron completely took charge of me that
one night, but Mike was right there and I knew he was
still the one in control of what happened to me, so I
was ok. It didn't matter what Aaron did to me because
I knew Mike would stop it if I was giving any sign I
wasn't ok. But this isn't the same. I wouldn't have
him with me, and I know you two are best friends and
you have pretty much the same approach to all this
sort of thing, so I know you wouldn't hurt me and
you'd stop when I wasn't ok with things, but the
trust isn't there. Does that make sense?"
"So climbing all over me during the party means you
don't trust me?" Jen laughed, and Sara blinked and
shook her head.
"No. That was different. You weren't topping, so we
were on equal ground."
"Woman," Jen snapped, leaning forward and continuing
in a more level tone. "I will never treat you like we
aren't equal. Ever. I know I'm a quirky bitch and I
really hate it when people are stupid, but I will
always want your input if we're doing any sort of sex
play. I don't want you upset. If you're upset, Mike
and I both get upset, and we're landing ourselves in
a big snobby circle jerk of stupid."
"Now there's a mental image for you." Jason laughed,
settling back in the recliner with half a pizza.
"Bunch of goths with runny eye liner standing around
sobbing while they jerk off. Man."
He shook his head and took a bite before going on.
"Y'all are also nucking futs. If you're doing what I
said, it's only when you're in school. Sara drives
off with Jen and Mike drives off with Kim, but Sara
ends up at Mike's or at home with Kim. C'mon, people.
There's no power swap going on here at all." He
pointed his pizza slice at me and Sara and nodded at
us. "I know you two scheduled a lot of your classes
together, so you see each other all the time when
you're in school, but how often do you see Jen or Kim
or Kit? Probably not a lot, am I right?"
"Stop being brilliant, bitch," Jen huffed in mock
hurt. "Maybe we like arguing."
"Ha! And I'm a trillionaire. You know I'm right. Just
admit it."
"Bah. Fine. You're right. And I suppose now you're
going to tell me to get over my not being into women
and just get on with sucking Sara's tongue down my
throat?"
"Something like that, yeah." He laughed and grinned.
"I know you'll see the light if I keep beating you
over the head with it."
Jen snorted and straightened up, like a cat getting
all haughty.
"Playing with my own body is quite enough woman for
me, thank you. And I get all the pleasure that way,
too, so it's all win for me."
"Just like you were when I got home?"
He wiggled his eyebrows at her and she laughed,
settling back against the couch and finishing off a
slice of her pizza. Sara would have been blushing
uncontrollably if banter like that were directed at
her.
"What was that about, anyway? Inform my mind, wench.
It's been a long time since you did anything like
that with Mike and his mom about killed the both of
you last time. Seemed like you'd gotten it out of
your system."
She shrugged and folded her other slice of pizza in
half before taking a bite.
"I'd been in the mood for denying myself," she said
around her food, "so I'd gone a week without cumming,
so I was horny. Sara brought up the magic words of
bondage and forced orgasms, and we went from there."
"And I saw no toys when I walked in," Jason mused,
stroking his goatee. "Which means you're still horny
after that much t and d."
"When am I not horny, Jas? Seriously."
"Must be why we get along so swimmingly."
"There's a room just down the hall for the two of
you," Sara said, shifting to give my hand more direct
access between her legs.
"Touché, girl," Jason said, raising the last of his
pizza in a salute. "Touché. It'll get some use later
tonight, I'm sure."
Jen rolled her eyes and kicked at Jason, missing by
miles.
"Please. I don't care if you see me naked. It's not
like you haven't seen tits and pussy before, but
you're going to have to work a lot harder for the
incest kink. Fuck me running."
Jason heaved a theatrical sigh and slumped like a
lost puppy, mock sobbing.
"Oh, thou hurtest so my shriveled and blackened
heart!" he proclaimed, clutching at his chest and
extending one hand toward Jen, a soulful look on his
face. "With thy rejections of my amorous professions
and thy... thy... Oh, fuck it. I never was good at
Shakespeare." He waved his hand dismissively at Jen
and grabbed another slice of pizza. "If you were
loud, I'd have to figure out better ways of keeping
you quiet."
Despite the personalities being about as different as
they could possibly get, something about the exchange
struck me as a mirror of what Sara and Kim did,
evading any outright denial of their involvement with
each other. Jen caught my look and gave me a small
nod, which I wasn't sure was meant as affirmation or
denial or something else entirely. I'd have to try to
remember to ask about it later.
"Fucking hell," Sara laughed, shaking her head. "I
see where Jen gets her eccentricity, at least."
"You're not allowed to be a tattooist if you're not
eccentric," Jason said around his pizza. "True fact,
girl. I can show you where it's not in the rules and
regs."
"No need. I'll take your word on that."
"That's good, because I don't know where it is in the
rules and regs, either."
Chapter 8
I didn't have a chance to talk with Jen alone before
we left, but there was always later. We wouldn't have
been staying much longer, anyway, since she had calc
to study. We had no studying that needed doing, so we
kidnapped Kim to take her out with us for the
evening. Having already eaten, we weren't hungry, so
we just munched on fries while Kim devoured her meal
and we told her about what we'd talked about at
Jen's. I sat next to her after placing her by the
window so she couldn't slide out and disappear, and
Sara sat across from us.
"I love you, Mr. Man," she said around a mouthful of
chicken, stabbing another piece with her fork, "but
that's the dumbest thing I've ever been asked to do.
Like, kindergarten dumb. And besides, it wouldn't
work. They're just going to think we're stupid if we
do all that." She prodded her impaled chicken at me
and glared. "And we are not EVER going to share Sara
like that. Fuck the power coupling or whatever it was
you called it. That isn't loving her like she should
be."
"Kim," Sara started, and Kim stabbed her chicken at
her and gave her a glare, as well.
"No. I've told you I don't like you doing that and
why it bothers me. I know I'm not as smart as you are
about some things, but I'm not stupid. You know how I
get whenever you've fooled around with someone I
don't know. I-" She cut herself short and focused her
attention on her plate of food, just staring at it
while she gathered herself before continuing more
calmly. "This isn't something I want to talk about
here. Once we're home or at Mike's or even Cindy's,
but not here."
"We weren't planning on talking about that here,
anyway," I said, snagging one of her fries. "Mostly
we just wanted to hang out and see what you thought
about Jason's idea."
"It's a dumb idea is what it is. Really, really dumb.
The thing about Sara and Jen getting together is
kinda smart, 'cause that would kinda screw with them,
but the rest is just dumb. Anyone who's going on
about the stupid rumors you shouldn't take seriously,
anyway, so I don't see what the big deal is. Most of
them don't care."
"So why were you saying it bothers you that they're
going on about us sleeping together?" Sara asked,
propping her head against her hand as Kim stuffed her
mouth.
"Because it does bother me," Kim said once she'd
downed her bite. "I don't want people thinking we are
because it could lead to a lot of bad things for us,
but more for me, 'cause I'm not hiding I'm les as
much as I used to. If you want to worry about stuff
that bothers me, worry about that, ok? A lot of
people still don't like people being gay, even if I
do like women and people are more ok with that than
if it's guys being gay."
"I do worry about it, hon, believe me. I just haven't
said anything about it because you haven't been
letting people know. Do you want us to start getting
active about that?"
"I don't know. I don't know what you could even do,
other than that thing where you stick up for me if
people are being stupid about me liking girls."
"That's why we're here talking about it," I said,
sliding an arm around her shoulders and leaning her
against me for a hug. "We'll support you whatever
happens."
"I know you will," she said, eying both the honey
mustard dip and the bbq sauce for her last bite of
chicken before dipping it in both. "I've never
thought you wouldn't."
She spun her chicken slowly, mixing the sauces and
keeping them from dripping everywhere, then opened
her mouth wide and chomped down on it with a
theatrical snorfing sound. Sara just shook her head,
an amused smile on her face as she watched Kim circle
a hand on her stomach. Kim turned to me and grabbed
my face, pulling me toward her to spend a minute
giving me a mouthful of her tongue. She grinned when
she moved back, clapping her hands together.
"Can I get dessert, too?" she asked, bouncing with
excitement. "I really, really, really, really want a
sundae! Or a banana split! Definitely a banana split.
That sounds so awesome right now! With chocolate and
caramel and salty peanuts and oh my god yum!"
I laughed and dragged her back across the seat to
hold her against me.
"If I get another kiss like that you can," I told
her, grinning.
"Jeez, Mr. Man. Is that all you ever think about?"
"Yes," Sara said before I could open my mouth, and
she lifted her hands above her head to adjust a halo
I knew she didn't have.
"Bah! Fiiiiiiiine. You can have another kiss, but I
better get that banana split!"
She poked me hard in the chest before raising her
arms around my neck, moving in next to my ear to
whisper to me.
"It's still weird kissing you serious like," she
admitted, then pulled back to meet my mouth with
hers.
I brought one hand up and cupped it against her cheek
as we kissed, a slow one this time, a parting of lips
and a teasing dance of tongues against each other.
She licked her lips when we parted and we looked at
each other, her giving me an uncertain look. I leaned
in to her ear and gave her a whisper of my own.
"Weird or not, I like being able to kiss you."
I felt her smile and I took the opportunity to gently
grab her earlobe with my teeth and suck on it, making
her draw in a breath and jerk away in surprise, her
hand shooting up to her ear and rubbing it
vigorously. She shivered, scrunching up her face at
me.
"Holy crap that felt weird!" She stuck her tongue out
at me. "I've done my half of the deal, Mr. Man. You
owe me a banana split!"
Chapter 9
We went somewhere else for Kim's banana split, since
the place we were at had none. Her ultimate creation
was triple chocolate ice cream and a split banana,
drowned in chocolate syrup, drizzled caramel, dusted
with nuts, coconut, and crushed toffee, and topped
with maraschino cherries. She looked like she was
about ready to orgasm once the first bite was in her
mouth.
"Oh my god this is so super-duper licious!" she
enthused, stuffing another huge, drippy mess of a
bite into her mouth and purring in bliss. "You are
awthum," she managed to slur without drooling her
bite everywhere, then went back to humming in
appreciation.
Sara and I just sucked on our milkshakes and watched
her, amused.
"So we haven't hung out very much lately, right?" Kim
said once she'd gotten through her sugar induced
euphoria and wasn't in orgasmic bliss with every
bite. "And telling me about Jason's dumbest idea ever
kind of reminded me I haven't told you yet, see."
"Told us what?" Sara asked, stealing one of Kim's few
remaining cherries and slurping it into her mouth.
"I kinda sorta have a girlfriend," Kim bounced,
grinning and clapping her hands. "I'm so excited!"
"Not Cindy, I'm guessing," I said, peering at her
like she liked to do with me.
"Hush, Mr. Man." She stuck her tongue out at me. "No,
it's not Cindy, but I do really like Cindy. We talked
a lot when we weren't playing when I spent the
weekend at her place. She's been through so much and
still doesn't let it make her want to give up. I
admire her a lot, and she's really, really smart, but
she's not the sort of person I could be with, you
know?"
"So who's your girlfriend?" Sara asked, setting her
elbows on the table and holding her straw between her
fingertips, raising her eyebrows at Kim. "Do we know
her?"
"Probably... not? Maybe? She's only a sophomore and
you're seniors. Her name's Georgia and she's not a
big socializer in your circles. She's in band and
plays a few different instruments, but the only one
she can play for school is clarinet. Or oboe? I don't
remember. One of those mouth instruments." She
puckered her lips and mimed playing a flute.
"Georgia Thomas?" Sara furrowed her brow, her trying-
to-remember-something look coming on. "Is she the one
who did the opening song at the last home game?"
"Yep! That's her. That was so awesome."
"When did band start letting people beat box?" I
asked, feeling oddly out of the loop.
"Is that what she did?" Kim looked at me. "I don't
know, but it was cool. She can play guitar and piano,
too."
"She's going to have some very magical fingers,
then," Sara laughed, her eyes glinting with
amusement. Kim gave her a confused look.
"What do you mean? Magical fingers?"
I held one hand in front of her and curled my fingers
up, flicked them back and forth really fast. Sara
laughed as Kim's eyes widened in understanding.
"Ooooh, that kind of magical fingers. I... um... no.
We haven't fooled around or anything yet. We're both
kind of scared to come out like that, like making it
official we're dating or whatever. We've kissed a few
times, but haven't... you know..." She held her hands
out toward Sara and mimed squeezing her breasts. "We
were sitting in the theater with some of the
thespians-" She gave a stern look to both of us,
holding her finger up in warning. "Yes, I know a big
word! Don't make fun of me! We were having lunch in
the theater and we kinda have this truth-or-dare
routine that we do, that group of people, I mean, and
one of them's a big gamer guy. Stephen. You might
know him, Mike. But he always has his bag of dice
with him, lots of weird ones like ten sided and
twenty and stuff like that, so after everyone shows
up he picks a dice and rolls it so we know who and
who are doing the truth-or-dare thing and who's
giving the truth or dare."
She got distracted smashing the remnants of her ice
cream into ice cream soup, the toffee and nuts set
off to one end of the bowl and getting mixed in when
she was done. She slurped up a big, drippy spoonful
of it and bounced in ecstasy.
"Soooo goooood!"
"So what happened with this truth-or-dare you got
with Georgia?" Sara asked, poking Kim to get her back
on track.
"Oh! Right!" She spooned more of her ice cream soup
into her mouth before continuing her story. "So I've
kinda been coming out a bit to some of my friends,
right? So me and Georgia have been talking a bit
since we got assigned to be partners in wildlife and
conservation with Ms. Kerridge, and I noticed she
looks a lot at girls, see? I guess Karen noticed,
too, 'cause she dared me and her to kiss like we
meant it, 'cause Karen's one of my friends I've told
about being gay, right?"
She tilted her bowl and spooned the remnants of her
ice cream to the bottom before raising the bowl and
scooping it into her mouth. She let out a satisfied
"aaaah" and thumped the bowl back to the table.
"Totally what I needed," she grinned and pulled me
over for a theatrical kiss. "Mwah! You're awesome,
Mr. Man. I love you." She giggled and pushed me back
into my seat, then did a little dance and bounced in
hers.
"So Karen gave me and Georgia this kissing dare,
right? And me and Georgia just kinda look at each
other for a second and then she's all, "Ok" and gets
up and walks over to me. I guess I was kinda grinning
like an idiot, 'cause I couldn't believe I was going
to get to kiss her, you know? Actually kiss her kiss
her, 'cause she's really pretty even for being a
little... whatever the word is for when you stand
out, and I thought maybe I might actually have a
chance with her with her looking at girls so much.
"So all the dares we do have a timer, right?" She
held a hand up and air pushed a button on a stop
watch. "The truths aren't timed 'cause they don't
take as long. We don't want things getting too crazy,
so we just do it when we all show up and the first
five minutes are for the dares. Well, the first thing
Georgia does after getting her arms around me when I
get up is ask me, real quiet, is if I like girls.
Total brain melt! Like, holy crap brain melt! And
this is why I want to tell you this! You're going to
be so proud of me, 'cause I was so totally thinking
like you guys! It was awesome!" She grinned and
squealed with excitement, looking back and forth
between us and beaming. "You'll never guess what I
said!"
"You invited her to bed with you?" I laughed.
"No!" She stuck her tongue out at me. "You are such a
typical guy. Jeez. I told her, "Just kiss me and
you'll know." See!? That's so totally like you two!"
She bounced and clapped her hands, grinning like a
fool. "And oh my god! She tasted amazing! And Stephen
had to smack us to get us to stop, 'cause we went
over the time limit. I guess he'd been telling us to
stop but we didn't hear him, and we were both totally
all hot and bothered when we stopped kissing. We
couldn't stop looking at each other after that, so I
guess now everyone who was there knows we're total
lesbos. After we were done with lunch, she was all
looking at me while we walked to class, 'cause our
wildlife class is right after lunch, and said, "That
was definitely a yes." I just had to kiss her again
right there before I bounced out of my skin. Oh my
god, you guys! I can't believe this is happening!"
"That sounds like it was a lot of fun." Sara hummed,
mouthing her straw and sucking on it. "Are you going
to invite her over so we can watch the two of you?"
"I don't think she's really into that sort of thing.
I don't know. I so want to have a sleepover with her,
though. I want to get to know her better."
"Then ask her," I said, slurping up the last of my
milkshake. "I've got some money if you want to order
food or go out or something."
"I don't know, Mr. Man. I'm still really nervous
about this. It's kinda new, you know? It's not like
things were with Sara and with you. I don't know how
things will go."
"Just talk with her and find out," Sara said, sliding
her milkshake across the table to me, still a quarter
full. "That's the only way you're going to know, hon,
but if she's interested like you're saying, she'll
definitely want to, and if you do a sleepover, it
will seem normal. People do that all the time, so you
won't look like you're dating or anything."
"Yeah, you're right." Kim heaved a sigh, staring
forlornly at her empty bowl. "Man, that was so good.
I totally want another one, but I'd seriously explode
if I did."
Chapter 10
With Kim's torpedoing of Jason's idea to mess with
people's heads, we needed something else to keep
ourselves entertained. Most of what came to mind was
unworkable without either complicity from school
staff or getting suspended or expelled because of
being blatantly sexual. After so much fooling around
with Sara in decidedly non-subtle ways, I had a hard
time coming up with subtle ways to tease her, and
since Kim was included in any brainstorming, it was
even more difficult to reach agreement that satisfied
both our desire to not expose ourselves (literally or
figuratively) and for getting us worked up for fun
later.
Eventually we did reach agreement on a way to torment
Sara, and, naturally, it included teasing her and not
letting her cum to make sure she was desperately
horny when we started. With her and Kim living
together, that was easy, and she was wet and ready by
the time we started final preparations in my car in
the school parking lot.
Sara and I were in the front while Kim leaned forward
to watch, and I pulled out the dildo and ben wa balls
Kim and I'd bought over the weekend. Kim would be
leaving in a minute, of course, since we didn't want
anyone getting any more ideas than were already going
around. The dildo was a basic one, made of a deep
blue spongy rubber, about seven inches long and two
in diameter, which would comfortably fill Sara
without causing her any long term pain. It was also
ridged along the entire length, which should, Kim
said, make it easier for her to keep in while she
moved about campus.
"I get the feeling you two're doing this to keep me
horny all day," Sara said, running her fingers along
the length of the dildo, bending it back and forth to
test it.
"That was kind of the idea," I said, squeezing one of
her breasts.
"And I get to tease you some more when we get home!"
Kim crowed, grinning and bouncing. "I'll go so you
two can get this started. I really, really want to
watch, though." She pouted and then gave me a kiss
before grabbing her pack and hopping out of the car,
skipping toward campus.
"Am I allowed to guess what you're going to have me
do?" Sara asked, giving the parking lot a quick scan
before lifting the dildo to her mouth and starting to
suck on it, eyeing my crotch with a coy look.
"You can guess after you've masturbated to the edge
with that," I told her, grinning and looking
innocent. "And I want to see your pussy while you do,
so pants around your knees."
"Oh, you are so evil," she moaned, dropping one hand
to undo her pants. She gave the parking lot another
scan before working them down to her knees and
pulling her panties to the side. "You know it won't
take me long to edge."
"Better make it two, then."
"Oh gods..." She whimpered as she set the head of the
dildo against her opening and started pushing it in,
her legs drawing together a bit once it was
completely in her, leaving only enough for her to get
a solid grip. "Sometimes I wonder why I let you
torment me like this."
"Because you love being tortured like this."
"Maybe..." she breathed, then started fucking
herself, and I leaned over to give her a slow kiss,
squeezing hard on her breasts with one hand. She
moaned and arched up, changing her grip on the dildo
to fuck herself as fast as she could, stopping after
only a few seconds and holding it still inside her.
She whimpered, her thighs shaking and twitching in
time with her pussy, her orgasm just out of reach.
She took a few deep breaths to steel herself, waiting
a minute until her need had passed, and then started
again, hard and fast, and she pulled the dildo out
after not even thirty seconds, growling and slamming
back against the head rest.
I let her rest for about half a minute and then
reached over and shoved a pair of finger into her.
She gasped sharply and arched her hips toward my
hand, seeking more attention to her dripping pussy.
She shook for longer with this edge, holding back her
orgasm more difficult with my slow teasing.
Eventually she relaxed back into the seat,
unclenching her jaw and attempting to get her
breathing under control.
"Barely held that one when you did that," she
breathed, opening her eyes to look down at the ben wa
balls. "It's much harder when I have something in me.
Those aren't going where I think they are, are they?"
I scanned the parking lot, saw no one, and started
fingering her clit, slowly enough she wouldn't be
getting close to cumming for a long time. She moaned
a soft purr, rocking her hips up to meet my fingers.
"Where do you think they're going?" I asked, giving
her clit a few brief, fast flicks.
She gasped and arched up hard, one hand snapping up
and grabbing hard onto my wrist. She wasn't strong
enough to keep me in place, though, and I pulled my
hand away, making her groan in disappointment.
"Going in my ass?" she managed after a few seconds,
holding her eyes on mine.
"Nope. Going in your pack until lunch. I'll tell you
then what you'll be doing with them."
"Oh thank god." She brought my hand to her mouth and
started sucking on my fingers, then let them go with
a bite and a purr. "What about the dildo?"
"That's staying in you for the day."
She blinked at me and looked down at her pussy, then
back at me.
"Do you have any idea how hard it's going to be not
to cum with that in me for that long!? Or how wet I'm
going to get because of it!?"
I just grinned.
Chapter 11
"I don't know if I can do this until lunch without
cumming," she whispered before we had to part ways. I
wouldn't be able to watch her squirm during first
period, but our other three classes for the day were
together, so I thought it worked out just fine. "I'm
already having a hard time holding back."
"Well," I said, appearing to think things over, then
gave her a kiss and nibbled her lip. "Just think
about how loud you are when you cum and use that as
incentive not to, or else the whole class will know
you just had an orgasm."
She moaned in frustration and smacked my arm, her
answer to my grin.
"You know that thought doesn't help one bit with how
exhibitionist I am," she said. "You're just making it
worse. Get to class before I start getting rough on
you and drag you back home so you can fuck me
senseless."
I laughed and gave her another kiss. She growled and
clenched her fingers into a fist on my sleeve before
letting go and turning to head to her own class,
slower than usual. She stopped before turning the
corner and lowered her head, and I could tell she was
doing her breathing exercises to focus herself and
battle her building orgasm back under control.
A statistics and probability class has never been so
long, boring, and tedious. I did a lot of doodling
that first period, genitalia and reproductive organs
cleverly disguised as cartoon characters, only paying
enough attention to the teacher to be able to answer
any questions that may have been directed my way.
None were, since I'd developed a reputation for being
able to answer correctly even when I was working on
pieces more elaborate than throw away doodles. I
scrawled poorly disguised descriptive names under
each character when the period bell rang and folded
the paper on my way out, shoved it through a slat in
Jen's locker so she'd have something to laugh about
when she got in for the day, then went to meet Sara.
"I am so going to kill you later," she growled at me,
locking her hands into fists on my shirt to drag me
in for a hard, hungry kiss, loosing her hands only
long enough to snake her arms around me and press
against me.
"I can barely walk because of this damn dildo
constantly making me want to cum," she breathed into
my ear when our kiss broke. "I am NOT going to be
able to make it through the day without cumming. It's
impossible after all the teasing you two have put me
through the last few days."
"I guess you'll just have to be quiet when you do,
then," I whispered back, grabbing her hair and
pulling her head back so I could bite the hollow of
her throat. She immediately gasped in a sharp breath
and clutched at me, burying her face into my shoulder
and trembling against me, squeaking with each pulse
of orgasm bursting through her.
"I told you," she breathed once she'd calmed herself
enough to appear normal again. "I'd been holding that
off for probably an hour, and I'm lucky to have
managed that. We started a construction project
today, so I was moving around most of last period."
"Next period is going to be a lot of fun for you,
then," I laughed, tilting her face up to mine and
kissing her.
"Shit..." she muttered after a few seconds, butting
her head against my shoulder. "Not PE. God damn it."
She pulled back enough to look at me, trepidation and
eager willingness fighting with each other in her
gaze. "You intentionally chose today specifically for
that, didn't you?"
"That part actually wasn't my idea," I said, not able
to stop from laughing. "That was her idea, if it must
be known."
"You both hate me. So, so much. I'll kill you both if
I survive today." She pulled me in for another hungry
kiss, biting at my lip when she cut it short and
moved forward to my ear, covering her mouth with one
hand while she whispered. "And you both know exactly
what to do to get me so horny I can't stand it. I'm
loving this so hard even though it sucks so bad." She
bit my ear and hugged tight to me, taking a deep
breath to steady herself. "I'm going to the bathroom
to get myself some pads. My pants are going to be
ruined if I don't use any, and there'll be no hiding
that wet spot."
Chapter 12
Sara's look of dismay was one I wish I could have
caught on film, the teacher blandly informing us we'd
be playing dodge ball for the next two week block. I
knew the orgasm she'd had between classes had only
heightened her desire for more, so this was going to
really push her control.
I figured once the game started it would be difficult
enough for her to not look like she was hyper aroused
and cumming like crazy, so I didn't go out of my way
to make it harder by seeing if she could dodge my
throws. Regardless, she spent more time on the side
lines than actually playing, so the class wasn't as
much torment for her as we had been hoping. She had
another three orgasms, though, and the non-stop
stimulation left her even hornier than she already
had been, so it went nicely with our plan,
considering.
She clung to my neck and draped herself all over me
after that adventure was done, biting at my neck and
growling in a desperate mix of need, lust, and
growing exhaustion. She put her mouth at my ear,
doing her best to keep her voice low and level.
"After that month you put me through of not letting
me cum, I didn't think it was possible you could get
me even hornier than I was after Jen's show for us,
but you've done it in spades. This is the most
devilish thing I think you could ever do to me." She
pulled back just enough to kiss me and then glared at
me. "I'm still going to kill you for it, though. Holy
crap. At this rate, you'll be dragging me by my hair
by the end of the day just to get me to the car."
"Does this mean you're still up for a threesome after
school?" I asked, my smile giving the lie to my tone.
"Oh gods..." she breathed, letting her head fall to
my shoulder. "Really? You didn't actually plan that
with her, did you?"
"You're just going to have to find out, aren't you?"
She somehow managed to both purr and groan
simultaneously, and I lifted her chin to give her a
slow kiss, brushing my fingers lightly along her
cheek and down under her ear to the back of her neck.
Her groan disappeared and became pure purr as she
relaxed against me, sighing happily.
"Unless you're able to make me pass out, you know I'm
never going to turn down having fun with you, no
matter how drained I am because of what you've
already done to me. I love you so bad, and everything
you do to me, especially when it turns me into
incoherent mush."
I smiled against her lips and gave her another light
kiss, giving the back of her neck a gentle squeeze.
"I love you, too," I whispered, "for all the same
reasons. But-" I pulled back after giving her another
kiss, "-I think it's time to get you moving again,
and I think you know why that is."
I grinned and she moaned and heaved out a, "Fine.
Torment me some more, why don't you?"
"You know I will, and then some."
She smiled and adjusted her pack, then twined her
fingers through mine.
"I wouldn't have it any other way."
I let her set the pace this time, since lunch
followed our next class, and the after lunch plan was
going to make the rest of the day especially
difficult for her. The only question was whether or
not it would work, and, if it did, she would
definitely need the rest beforehand.
Through an unplanned quirk of scheduling, our third
class was with Jen, and the three of us migrated
toward each other like blackberry pie and crisp white
shirts. She pulled out the doodles I'd stuffed into
her locker and flipped the folded sheet at Sara when
we sat down with her, just shaking her head sternly
and tsk'ing at me.
"I don't know how you do it," she said, pointing at
the paper Sara was now unfolding, "but you've broken
my brain again, Mikey. Herr Evülvuh?" A Nazi-esque
detective in a long, fuzzy coat. "The Mighty Kramps?"
That one labeling a group of uteruses dressed up as
rock stars. "Willy Wood's Ring of Wonder?" An
anthropomorphic penis dressed as a ring master,
standing in front of a circus tent. "Where in the
hell do you even come up with this stuff?"
She pulled a sheet of gold star stickers from her
binder and peeled one off, placing it squarely on my
forehead. "You are a demented, brilliant genius, and
I command you to keep doing it."
Sara just buried her face in her hands and shook her
head after she'd looked at the doodles, sighing, "Oh
gods..." She dropped her hands and looked at Jen,
holding up the paper and pointing at it. "This is
what happens when he has sex on the brain."
"Isn't... that... all the time?" Jen furrowed her
brow and then leaned in toward Sara. "But I can't say
he's alone in that," she added conspiratorially,
wiggling her eyebrows. "If I didn't know how
completely pure and innocent you are, I'd say you're
nippin pretty hard there."
Sara blinked and looked down, going crimson and
crossing her arms over her breasts to hide the bumps
of her nipples straining against their confines.
"Totally innocent," I said in the best dead-pan I
could muster. "We're not doing anything obvious at
all."
"Anything obvious." Jen choked holding back an open
guffaw, grabbing the paper with my doodles and
folding it up again. "Great Cthulhu's balls, nothing
obvious. Only if you don't know what to look for,
mister." She smirked and shook the paper at me once
she had it folded again. "You know it's sad when your
sex life is more exciting than mine, right? I've had
more fun with you lately than I have with Kit. He's
good, don't get me wrong on that, but he's not
very... let's call it creative."
"Does he need to take sex-ed again?" Sara quipped,
and then covered her mouth in surprise and started
giggling. Jen just cackled.
"No, he knows all the right bits and places to play
with, but he's definitely a sub. Worse than you are.
I don't have it in me to be as harsh as he wants, and
we both know it."
"You two've been together for what? Two years?"
"Almost three." She glanced at the clock over the
door and pulled out her own textbook. "I don't know
if I want to stay with him, honestly. I don't feel
like I'm getting what I need to be happy with the
relationship. That's something he and I need to work
out, though. Not like it's going to involve you,
either which way." She leaned forward, gesturing us
closer and lowering her voice. "I definitely want to
know what the two of you are doing, though. Remote
vib?"
"Just a dildo," Sara answered, squirming. "About this
thick-" she made an 'o' with her fingers "-and this
long-" holding her hands about seven or eight inches
apart "-and it feels like there's a billion ridges on
it and oooooh my god. I've had it in since we got
here this morning and I don't know how many times
I've cum already."
"And there's ben wa balls for her to use once this
class is over," I added.
"Oh, hot damn, girl." Jen grinned and gave us both a
high-five. "That's the sort of thing I'd love to do.
You get so many gold stars for being brave enough to
do it I'd have to go buy another pack of them."
Sara laughed and poked at my forehead, where I still
had the gold star.
"As long as I don't have to wear them like he does."
She collapsed back into her chair and immediately
lost her grin, squeezing her legs tight together and
drawing in a deep breath.
"Looks like she's enjoying what you have her wearing
a lot better," Jen quipped, and Sara just nodded and
hummed agreement.
Chapter 13
Sara had regained most of her self-control by the
time lunch rolled around. Even though the dildo kept
her turned on, it wasn't enough to keep her on the
edge because we did little more than sit. Since the
three of us sat together, we'd taken to passing notes
so we wouldn't get in trouble for talking. The
teacher knew we did this but wouldn't do anything
about it because we were the top three students in
the class and either ignored everyone else or helped
him teach, depending on need. I took advantage of
this to draw doodles of random sex acts and passed
them to Sara, keeping her distracted and her arousal
level up. She then passed them to Jen, who just
snickered and did her own squirming.
"I seriously need to get a new pad in," Sara said,
dragging me over for a kiss when class let out and
smiling against my mouth. "You are the most evil
person ever, mister."
"And you love it." I grinned and bit her lower lip
before standing and dragging her to her feet, pulling
her into me and holding her.
"You have no idea." She smiled and bit my lip in
return, giving me a hungry look and dropping her
voice. "I'm going to have such a hard time not
tackling you to the floor and ripping your clothes
off so you can screw me senseless."
I just grinned and tilted her face down so I could
kiss her eyes and forehead, then moved down to
whisper in her ear.
"You know those ben wa balls I gave you this morning?
When you're putting your new pad in, I want you to
pull the dildo out, put them in, and then put the
dildo in again just like you have it. If you can't
get the dildo in without hurting or being
uncomfortable, just do the ben wa balls and suck the
dildo clean before putting it in your hoodie pocket."
She pulled in a long, slow breath and clenched her
hands tight against my back.
"Oh, you are so going to be the death of me today,"
she breathed, her face against my shoulder. "Is that
all you want me to do? Or do you have more planned?"
She lifted her head to look at me, nervous
anticipation dancing in her eyes.
I answered with a, "We'll see," before grinning and
giving her another kiss, biting at her lip again. She
moaned softly before letting me go and shoving her
stuff back into her pack, swinging it onto her
shoulder and shooing me out of the class before her.
"You are so damn evil it's absurd," Jen said while we
waited for Sara to get the toys in. "You're going to
torture her all day with this, aren't you?"
"No," I said, rummaging in my pack to pull out the
sandwich I'd made that morning. "Just most of it."
Jen snorted and leaned against the wall, kicking one
foot up in front of the other and watching people
trickle through the hall on their way to wherever
they ate their lunch. We were silent while we waited,
comfortable enough with each other that not talking
wasn't bother.
"What would you say if I did break up with Kit?" she
asked suddenly, after the hall had mostly emptied.
There was a small cluster of freshmen sitting at the
other end, but they were too far away to hear us. I
turned to look at her, but she was staring down the
hall at the freshmen, not at me.
"Why do you ask?" I wasn't sure what to say other
than that. Was there even a right answer to a
question like that?
She didn't say anything immediately, just stood
silent and watched the freshmen while they made fools
of themselves.
"I don't know. I've just had a few things on my mind
lately." She shook her head and turned around to face
me, giving me an even look. "You're my best friend,
so I figure talking with you might help me sort
things out. I just don't know-"
She cut herself short when Sara pushed out of the
bathroom, moving tentatively, obviously focused more
on what was going on between her legs than what was
going on around her. She cast a quick glance at me
and then found the wall with one hand to steady
herself.
"I didn't think I could get all of it in," she said
to me, shuffling along the wall to me. "But it's all
inside now and you have absolutely no idea how
absolutely insane this is going to make me. The
fullness is just... gods..." She finally reached me
and gripped her hand hard onto my shoulder, using me
to support herself. "I've already cum once just
getting out here and I'm trying to fight off another,
but it's so hard. Those balls are really, really
noticeable."
"She's going to need one of those little go scooters
at this rate," Jen said, shaking her head and smiling
in amusement.
"Gods, that would be perfect right now. Ho-ly crap."
She latched onto my waist and we started moving at a
snail's pace toward our usual eating spot, stopping
three times along the way when she could no longer
hold her orgasms. I had no idea how she was being
quiet for them, because she had a hard time being
quiet even with weak orgasms, and these weren't.
Eventually we made it to our spot and sat, Sara
taking a minute to gather her wits and breathe again
before digging out her lunch.
"What's on your mind?" I said to Jen, since she'd
been unusually quiet and watchful after her abrupt
question about breaking up with Kit.
She shook her head and said, "There's a lot on my
mind. I don't know how much I can say because I don't
know if I'm seeing things right. Or more that I don't
know how to say it, 'cause you know I'm going to be
straight with you, anyway."
"Is something wrong?" Sara asked around her fork,
prying the lid off her container of what looked like
stir fry and rice.
"Not really. Just trying to untangle my head."
"Is it about the show you put on for us the other
day?"
Jen cocked her head to the side, thinking and chewing
on her pizza.
"That's part of it, but some of it goes back to the
party. There were a lot of... signals in all the
noise. I've been trying to tell myself it's nothing,
but it keeps nagging at my little lizard brain,
because it's relevant to my interests, and I feel
like it might help me figure out some other stuff.
Give me some epiphanies or some shit like that."
"That doesn't say much," I said, arching an eyebrow
at her. "Are you going to explain or should we talk
about this later?"
"I'd prefer talking later. There's enough stupid
around here without people listening in and spreading
a personal conversation." She eyed what looked like
deep fried mud in Sara's food before continuing.
"I've also been thinking we should do another party,
since we have that four day weekend coming up, or
maybe Halloween, but I don't want any weirdness like
last time. I'm still debating if I'd let you invite
Cindy again. She was way over the top for my tastes.
No offense to her."
"We won't deny she is that," I said, cracking open my
soda can. "Pretty sure she'd understand not being
invited again, though it would probably hurt her a
bit. She's a lot of fun to be around as long as she's
not pushed when she gets into a mood, and you did a
lot of pushing, but there were also things going on
between her and Kim, too, and that didn't help her."
"Yeah, yeah I did," she said, and left it that.
"Anyway. I was thinking we could get the same group
together, since that worked pretty well last time. Do
you think Kim would be interested in coming again?"
"She likes cumming as much as I do," Sara blurted,
and then blanched, shocked and shrinking in on
herself with a small curse. "Please ignore that?" she
asked meekly. "I shouldn't have said that. I'm
sorry."
Jen blinked and gave her a scrutinizing look while I
looked around to see if anyone else was nearby, but
the nearest group was a good thirty feet away. There
was no way they'd be listening to anything we were
saying.
"You got lucky there, love," I told her, moving to
sit next to her and pull her into me when I saw her
look. Her arms went immediately around me, trembling
while she tried to get her sudden panic under
control, and I stroked her hair through her stream
of, "oh my god oh my god oh my god."
"I've never done that before!" she cried against my
chest. "Never! Never, never, never, never! Why did I
let that out when I've always been able to bite my
tongue before? I shouldn't have said that. Please
don't tell her. Please, please, please. Oh my god.
I'm such an idiot. She's going to kill me."
"No one else is anywhere near us, so we're ok," I
said against the top of her head, still stroking her
hair to calm her down.
I glanced at Jen and saw her looking around, and then
she scooted closer to us, dragging her pack with her.
She held her eyes on mine and mimed being quiet while
she waited for Sara to get her shock under control. I
nodded and continued talking to Sara, walking her
back into focus. Once I had her calm enough to
control her breathing, the rest was easy.
"I want one guess what that was about, if that's ok,"
Jen said once we were sure Sara was ok. "If I'm
right," she held Sara's gaze, "I'm the last person
who's going to judge you for it. If I'm wrong, I just
look stupid."
Sara just nodded and took another deep breath, let it
out slowly and squeezed my hand.
"This is part of what's been niggling at me since the
party, since there were a lot of little things going
on between you and Kim, and you've been really clever
with the evasions. Reminds me a lot of what Jason and
I do." She paused to look around again to be
absolutely certain no one was nearby, and then leaned
in closer so she could drop her voice just in case.
"You and Kim actually are sleeping together, aren't
you?"
Chapter 14
Sara just stared stupidly and opened her mouth a few
times, trying to figure out how to answer without
feeling terrible Jen had just voiced her most secret
of secrets.
"I... I-I-I..." was all she managed to get out, and
then her panic started up again and she buried her
face against my chest, clinging desperately to me.
Jen gave me a worried look, reaching one hand out but
stopping short of touching either of us, unsure what
to do.
"I'm sorry," she said after a few seconds, hesitant.
"I shouldn't have pushed. I didn't want to make
her..." She waved her hands at Sara, looking pained.
"I don't know what to do about this! Fuck. Should I
go? Say I should go."
"No," I said, giving her a hard look, and Sara shook
her head against me. She managed to untangle one of
her hands from her clutch on me and reach blindly for
Jen as I kept talking. "Stay. You don't walk away
from this. Not ever. Stay."
She just nodded dumbly and took hold of Sara's hand,
who squeezed hard, still trembling. Sara dragged in a
deep breath and squeezed Jen's hand again, holding it
to the same rhythm as her breathing until she'd
regained control.
"I'm sorry, Sara," Jen said quietly when Sara
straightened and pulled away from me. "I didn't mean
to... to do that," she finished lamely, putting her
other hand over Sara's.
Sara shook her head, unsteady still, and took a few
more deep breaths and most of my soda before saying
anything.
"It wasn't you, exactly," she said, her voice
amazingly steady. "It's just... we've been so careful
to make sure no one knows, and the thought of anyone
finding out is utterly terrifying, and my brain is
complete mush today from the teasing, and..." She
stopped for a deep breath, let it out slowly. "You
don't know what it's like to keep that sort of
secret, or how important it is. Please don't hate us.
Any of us, because Mike's known for a while now, too.
He's the only one we've told."
Jen just cocked her head to the side, studying Sara
while she thought and picked her words.
"Can I admit something to you two? Maybe it will make
it easier that I figured it out?"
"Any secrets you have will stay with us," I said,
holding her look. "You know this."
"I do. I know. It's just... Shit. I feel like I'm
being mind-fucked by a cenobite. Gimme a minute. I
thought this would be easier, for some reason."
Sara and I both nodded and Jen leaned forward, elbows
on her knees and her head down, hands tangled in her
hair while she drew in a few slow breaths. She took a
deep breath and held it before she started to talk.
"Jason and I fool around with each other, too," she
said, a quick expulsion before lifting her attention
back to us. "I mean it. We have been for years. I'd
say ask our parents, but they... no, I can't talk
about that right now. I-" She dropped her attention
back down and breathed deeply a few times, shaking
her head. "So please don't hate me for knowing, I
guess? If you can? Please? I'll understand if you do.
I've already fucked up more than I thought I would.
I- I need to shut up. I've been wanting to talk with
you, but not like this."
It was Sara's turn for silence, and she looked at me,
but my attention was on Jen. This was a curveball I
had not expected, and I'd never known her to react
like this to anything.
"I guess this means you being all tangled up with
Aaron after the party was nothing unusual, then," I
said, feeling the height of lame, but nothing else at
all was coming to mind.
"I don't know what to say," Sara said quietly.
"I guess now we really do have to talk about what's
on my mind," Jen said, glancing over my shoulder and
muttering, pulling her phone out and checking the
time. "Fuck me running. We're late."
"It happens," I said, not bothering to turn and look
at the campus monitor coming up on us. We waited in
silence, me turning Sara so I could see her face.
"You're ok?" I asked as the monitor stopped behind
us.
"Do you three know what time it is?"
"Late," from Jen. "We know what the time is, Will."
"Sara had a panic attack," I explained. "We weren't
going to leave her just so we wouldn't be late."
Sara helpfully raised a still shaking hand and waved
at Will.
"Is she going to be alright?"
"I will be, but it was pretty bad. Feeling kind of
queasy."
I looked up at Will and caught his nod, giving us a
hard look.
"Are you able to get to class or do you need to go to
the nurse's?"
"I don't know. We'll see how it goes once I'm on my
feet?"
He nodded again and pulled out his tardy pad and a
pen.
"Alright. Jen, I know you're fine, but here's your
note. It's up to your teacher if you get marked
late." He pulled the sheet off and handed it to her,
turning his attention to Sara and me. "Do you need
help up?"
"I won't turn it down," Sara replied, slowly
disentangling from me so I could get up. She braced
herself against the ground and moved to her knees as
I stood, shooting forward to catch her when she
tumbled backward.
"Oh, I forgot about that," she breathed, one hand
going to her lower stomach. "That's going to make
this difficult."
She took a deep breath and tightened her grip on my
and Will's hands, pulling herself slowly to her feet
and then just standing still for a minute to steady
herself. She nodded at Will and carefully let go of
his hand, taking a tentative step toward me. She was
unsteady but kept her feet.
"You'll be ok?" Jen placed a hand tentatively on
Sara's upper arm, and Sara turned to look at her and
nod, reaching up to squeeze her hand.
"I'll be fine. We'll come over after school's out,
ok?"
Jen smiled a bit and leaned in to give Sara a hug.
"Sounds perfect," she said before she turned and
headed off.
"What's the verdict?" Will asked. "Can you handle
class or do you need to go to the nurse?"
"I think I can handle class as long as I don't lose
Mike on the way. We're going to the same place, and I
can handle the cramps once my nerves settle."
"Alright. But if you need to go, let someone know."
He wrote out a sheet for us and handed it over,
looking at Sara. "You're sure you'll be alright?"
"I'll be fine. It's just some cramps once my nerves
settle."
Will nodded and bent to pick up our packs, handing
them to me. I swung one across each shoulder while
Sara swayed unsteadily next to me, then put an arm
around her waist and leaned her against me.
"Cramps, hm?" I said once we were out of ear shot of
Will, amused.
"Oh, please. Like he was going to let us go if I told
him you have me stuffed full of sex toys and I can't
walk because I'm cumming every two minutes."
I almost choked holding back my laugh, and she
giggled and bit my shoulder.
Chapter 15
"Do you want to leave them in or take them out?"
She'd calmed down and was a lot more collected by the
time class ended, but with the breakdown during
lunch, my plan to give my keys to Kim and have her
drive my car home while Sara and I walked had been
changed. Walking her around while she was stuffed
full would have to wait.
"I want to keep them in until we get home," she said,
checking the parking lot before undoing her pants and
pulling them and her panties down. "It's giving me
something else to think about than what happened
during lunch."
The smell of her filled the car, and I reached over
and pushed her back against her seat, leaning over to
give her a passionate kiss and drop my hand between
her legs. She let out a low, guttural purr into my
mouth when I started my fingers working hard on her
clit, and she raised her hips so she could hold the
dildo in. She was so drenched I didn't even need to
dip my fingers into her to get them wet. She arched
up and clamped her legs on my hand as she tensed, and
then she was thrumming and shaking, orgasm ripping
through her.
She dragged me closer so she could bite my shoulder
to muffle her screams while I continued my attack on
her clit, pushing her fast into another three orgasms
before she grabbed my hand and shoved it away, crying
mercy and breathing hard.
"You didn't let me finish," she panted, her trembling
from such rapid orgasms making her lose her grip on
my wrist. Some of the strain had left her voice,
which was good.
"You needed that," I said, sucking my fingers clean
and settling back in my seat.
"Totally beside the point." She swallowed hard and
went back to catching her breath. "I really, really
need to go by home first and change before we go to
Jen's. These are so wet it feels like I've peed in
them, only more lubricant-y."
I laughed. "Lubricant-y?"
"Yes, lubricant-y." She reached around to the back
seat to grab one of the towels I kept handy. "I'm
allowed to make up words. That's how language grows,
you know, by making shit up." She wiped the towel
between her legs and eyed it. "Fuck, this is
ridiculous. I don't think I've ever been this wet
before. I was so not expecting this."
"Get your pants back on so we can get you home
without getting arrested for exposure," I said,
craning around to see what was behind me before
pulling out.
"So sticky..." she groaned, pulling her pants and
panties back up with the towel stuffed down them.
"Speaking of ridiculous," I laughed, glancing at her
lap as she pulled her seat belt on.
"Hush, mister. You fill your pants with slime and see
if you want to keep them on."
"I'd rather be in your pants."
She smiled and purred, undoing her bra so she could
pull it off. She stuffed it in her pack and then
spent the drive back to her place squirming in her
seat. Her parents weren't home, which was expected,
so I followed her in and immediately spun her to face
me as I lifted her shirt and jerked it over her head,
tossing it to the side. She laughed and spun away,
holding her arms out to me and swaying her hips,
backing toward the stairs with a hungry look.
"How rough can you get if you catch me, mister?" she
purred, biting her lip and undoing her pants.
"If I catch you? That's not an if, girl. That's a
when."
I grinned and advanced on her, pulling my own shirt
off, and she squealed and darted - as best she could
being stuffed with a dildo and ben wa balls - up the
stairs, dashing for her room. I caught her three
steps after we hit the top of the stairs, using our
momentum to sweep her off her feet, circling my arms
around her and carrying us both to the floor to land
on top of her. I growled and bit her nipples hard
enough to leave marks during the moment I let her
catch her breath, and then locked her in a rough,
hungry kiss and fought her tongue with mine. She
moaned loud in my mouth and arched into my hand so I
could maul her breasts more roughly. Her hands went
straight to my pants, working clumsily at the button
and zipper in her desperation, and I pulled back,
both of us shoving our pants off.
We were naked in seconds and back to attacking each
other's lust again before our clothes had even
finished crumpling into a pile, my hand between her
legs and fingers working madly on her clit. She
arched hard and screamed, cumming almost immediately,
her whole body jerking under me, and I shoved her
legs apart to climb between them before she'd even
begun subsiding. I grabbed myself and rubbed against
her gushing opening only enough to get my tip wet,
then aimed a half inch lower, pressing against her
anus.
She drew in a sharp gasp and widened her eyes when I
pressed into her ass, her wetness letting me slide in
with ease. Even if she hadn't been so slick, I'd have
done the same. This wasn't a fuck-me-gently sort of
mood. Hard, rough, and straight to it was what we
needed to blow out some of the stress from lunch,
even if it hurt. Especially if it hurt.
She locked her arms and legs around me, driving me
fully into the aftershocks of her orgasm. I didn't
give her time to gather herself, just started fucking
her as hard as I could, and she threw her head back
and cried out incoherently with each thrust, growing
louder as another orgasm built. The dildo added a lot
more firmness and resistance, and I was careening
toward my own orgasm as fast as she was hers, both of
us bursting at the same time, me burying into her ass
while her own climax tried to push the dildo out of
her and through me.
She mumbled disconnected euphoria while we panted and
gathered ourselves, mostly because I was still hard
in her ass and slowly fucking her. I spent maybe half
a minute doing that before resettling my knees and
pulling her arms from around me so I could straighten
up and grab her legs to press them against her chest.
She immediately dropped a hand to her pussy to finger
her clit and grabbed at her breasts with her other
when I started pounding her again, hard and fast and
driving her just as quickly into another orgasm. I
was able to ride through that one, but barely, and I
let go of her legs after setting them on my shoulders
so I could prop myself on my fists. With better
leverage and angle to properly fuck her, I watched
her face while I pounded into her, her lock on my
attention growing more intent the harder she fought
her orgasm, and she slammed her head against the
floor and screamed, her whole body jerking and arcing
as we came together.
I held myself above her on trembling arms, catching
my breath and watching her, but I had to drop down to
my elbows as my strength left with the adrenaline.
Her eyes fluttered and her breath came in unsteady,
shuddery gasps, her whole body going limp to
compensate for my weight pressing her legs against
her chest.
"Fuck... me..." she croaked, opening her eyes to
focus blearily on me.
"I just did," I said, still breathless, and lowered
my head to bite at her throat.
"Oh my god..." She swallowed hard, her head lolling.
"I don't think I can walk for a week now. Today's
been so intense my brain's going to fry and you'll
have a vegetable for a girlfriend if you don't stop."
"You'll recover."
"No I won't. Brain melty. The rest of me already has.
Brain's not far behind."
She reached down to run her fingers over her pussy,
coming away so wet a stream of it was left up her
belly.
"Oh my god..." she croaked again, letting her hand
flop onto her stomach and her head loll to the side,
and she forced it back around to look at me. "You can
go to Jen's without me, right? I'm just going to lie
here and melt for a few days."
"No, I'm pretty sure you walked yourself into being
important to the discussion. Kim, too. Are you going
to be ok with that?"
I straightened slowly and leaned back as she moaned,
her legs sliding off my shoulders. I grabbed her hips
and she gave me a considering look.
"I think so. That fuck let out some of my tension,
but I'm still worried, especially about Kim. That's
going to be hard."
I just nodded, since I had nothing to say to that. It
would be hard, and likely frantic trying to hold
things together enough we could all talk. I reached
around and grabbed her ankles, pulling her legs from
my waist as I pulled out of her, and she growled in
disappointment and annoyance.
"Oh, I hate that," she whined, one hand covering her
pussy and empty ass. "Hate it so much. We need to
figure out some way of being able to always have you
in me."
"We need to shower, love."
"Uh uh." She shook her head at me. "I'm a melty
brain. Melty. Can't move."
"I can solve that."
I planted my feet and stood, stepping over her and
grabbing her hands in the process. Her eyes widened
in surprise and she squealed laughter as I started
dragging her down the hall with me toward the
bathroom, leaving behind the biggest wet spot we'd
ever made.
Chapter 16
Kim spotted Sara's pensive fidgeting right off when
we picked her up from school, and she leaned between
the seats to look at her once she was in the car.
Sara just stared at her hands, playing with the hem
of her shirt.
"What happened?" Kim asked, reaching around and
putting a hand on Sara's. Sara's pursed frown looked
like it hurt Kim more than it did me, because I could
see her wince even without seeing her face. "What
happened, Sara?"
"Please don't hate me," Sara said, trying to shrink
herself.
Well. This wasn't going well and we hadn't even
gotten anywhere yet. I undid my belt in case I needed
to move quickly. I reached over and put a hand on
Kim's shoulder, and she turned to give me a brief
look before shifting back to Sara.
"God damn it, Sara. What happened? You're scaring me.
You never act like this unless it's something bad."
"Jen knows about us," Sara said, barely audible.
"Please don't hate me."
Kim went still and tensed, and I tightened my grip on
her shoulder.
"Let me go, Mike," she commanded, her voice tight.
"You're not going to walk away, Kim," I said evenly.
I figured this would happen, so I talked fast. "Jen
figured it out on her own and has told NO ONE, and
she's not going to tell anyone. She knows how hard
that kind of secret is, because she's doing the same
thing you two are, so she is not going to push it.
Jen is the last person who would tell anyone. I've
known her all my life and would trust her with mine.
She will never, never tell anyone, Kim. Never. I'm
not going to let you walk away and break Sara's
heart, especially not like this. We've both done that
enough, and we need to stop. She needs better from
us."
Kim remained silent and tense, though she'd started
shaking. Whether that was good or bad, I couldn't
tell, but at least she hadn't tried shoving me off
and stalking away. Yet.
"She did figure it out on her own, hon," Sara
pleaded, still fixated on her hands, though she'd
taken Kim's between hers and squeezed. "We were
talking during lunch and it... I don't know. It just
happened."
"How?" Kim snapped, the anger in her words making
Sara wince again as she raised her voice and started
yelling. "How in the fuck did she figure it out? We
haven't done ANYTHING! NOTHING! How the hell did she
figure it out? How, god damn it?"
"Because she knows what she's looking for, Kim," I
answered for Sara. "All the things that no one sees
unless they're doing it too. That's how she knows,
because she pays attention. She even knew me and Sara
were fooling around before anyone else but you, and
I'd barely seen her for months. And if you don't stop
yelling at your sister when she did absolutely
nothing wrong and don't start listening, I will kick
you out right now. We both need to stop hurting the
woman we love."
It took another few minutes of tense silence before
Kim finally uncoiled and threw herself against the
back seat, staring stolidly out the window after
buckling her belt. I watched her for a few seconds,
but she didn't budge, so I turned and reached a hand
across to squeeze one of Sara's, then started
driving.
"Where are we going?" Kim asked when she realized we
weren't heading to their place. At least she didn't
sound angry anymore, so that was good.
"We're getting something to eat," I said, "and I
assume you want sushi, since that's usually what you
ask for, so we're going to Sushi Island. Sound good?"
"I'm not in the mood for food."
"What are you in the mood for, then?"
Silence for several seconds and then, "I don't know.
I'm not really hungry anymore. Can we just stop
somewhere?"
"Where?" I glanced in the rear view at her and saw
she was wiping her eyes. She certainly didn't sound
like she was crying, a dramatic change from past
experience with similar blowups. I wasn't sure if I
should be worried about that or not.
"I don't care. Just... somewhere."
I figured that meant somewhere empty, so I parked on
the outskirts of the mall parking lot where I could
find the most shade. Kim was staring blankly out the
window again, not moving, so I climbed out of the car
and walked around to open her door. I held my hand
out to her and she just stared at it and shook her
head, cast her glance at the back of Sara's seat. I
nodded and opened Sara's door, and she looked up at
me as I proffered my hand to her. She took it and
climbed out, and I nodded toward Kim, moving so she
could kneel in front of her.
"I'm sorry, sis," Kim said meekly, downcast. "Mike is
right. I didn't realize I was hurting you, and I'm
sorry. You deserve better than me."
"Please look at me?" Sara said, plaintive, and Kim
shifted her eyes. Sara reached up and cupped her face
between her hands. "I'm not letting you go, sis. Not
ever. We deserve each other now as much as ever. I'm
always going to love you, even if we hurt each other
sometimes. We've kept together through worse than
this, and I know you don't know Jen or trust her, but
I have been getting to know her, and Mike's known her
his whole life and trusts her completely. This isn't
as bad as it seems. Please believe me."
She was quiet for a few seconds before going on,
trailing her hands down to grasp Kim's.
"You said the other day that you admire Cindy because
she doesn't let anything get her so down she doesn't
want to go on. Maybe that's something we can learn,
too, how to go on loving even when it hurts. If we
can keep talking and understanding each other, we're
always going to be ok and we're always going to love
each other, ok? Please trust me. Us. I'm just as
terrified as you are, hon. I'm scared I'm going to
lose you because of how much I've screwed up with you
since I got together with Mike, and I don't think I
could handle that."
Kim screwed her face up and wiped her eyes again,
used her shirt instead.
"I don't want to lose you, either, sis. Can you
forgive me? Maybe forget I got angry with you and
Mike and keep yelling at you?"
"I always will, as long as we can talk with each
other and work things out. And we are going to have
to talk a lot more than this. This is just as
important as letting Mike in, and if we can do that,
we can do this."
Kim nodded and Sara into the car with her, wrapping
her arms around her and giving her a tight, painful
looking hug, burying her face against her shoulder.
"I'm so sorry, Sara. I love you so much. So, so
much."
"I know," Sara squeaked, "and I love you just as
much, but you are crushing the air out of me."
Kim let out a small 'eep' and let her go, and Sara
coughed and took a deep breath before pulling Kim
into another hug.
"I'm sorry. I wasn't trying to push you away. Mike's
done a number on my breathlessness today already. I
can't handle anymore right now."
"What about later tonight?" Kim asked, perking up a
bit.
"Uh..." Sara stalled, going a bright red. "That will
depend on if I get in trouble for the wet spot in the
hall."
Kim blinked and looked past Sara at me.
"What the hell did you do if she left a spot that
bad!?"
"I made her melt," I laughed, raising my hands in
surrender. "That dildo slash ben wa ball combination
we talked about? Yeah. Turns out it gets her really,
really wet and so horny her brain turns to mush."
"Oh my god!" Kim frowned at both of us, a mock glare.
"I told you to wait until I was home with you guys! I
wanted to see her brain explode from overload so
bad!"
"I'll let you take her next time, then, and then you
can experience it firsthand."
"I vote for a threesome with me in the middle," Sara
said, raising her hand.
"Ooh!" Kim bounced with glee and clapped
enthusiastically. "Even better! I can get behind that
one."
"I'd rather have you in front and Mike from behind,"
Sara grinned, licking her lips.
"Hey! I... Oh! I get it."
We both laughed and Kim stuck her tongue out at us.
Chapter 17
We ended up deciding we were hungry after all and
grabbed food on the way to Jen's. The situation had
been patched enough with us three that things weren't
likely to fall apart, but it still didn't seem like a
good idea to put off talking with Jen. Kim was
understandably apprehensive, considering past
experience.
"I had a hard time deciding if I should greet you in
lingerie or not," Jen said, preceding us into the
living room much more sedately than I was used to
from her. "And I'm only half kidding. Reason got the
better of me when I realized that would be both
awkward and ill-advised."
"Just a little bit," I said, holding one hand up with
my fingertips barely touching. "I'm glad you didn't.
I'm sure there's going to be enough awkwardness as it
is, like saying you were thinking about doing that,
for starters."
"How did you figure out me and Sara are in a
relationship with each other?" Kim asked, sounding
both pensive and angry.
"Or we could just jump right in, too." Jen cocked her
head to the side and studied Kim, then dropped
unceremoniously to the floor and leaned against the
recliner. "Can we eat first and then talk? I don't
want us getting all angry because our blood sugar's
low."
"I'm not mad that much," Kim said, clutching her arms
across her chest and settling herself as far as she
could from Jen, sandwiched between Sara and me on the
couch.
"Believe me, I understand why you would be." She
leaned forward and grabbed her salad when I slid it
over to her, fighting with the overly adhesive label.
"Since we're being honest, this isn't something I
wanted to have a conversation about like this. I have
my own issues all tied up in this that I don't want
to put out there, which is why I've been wanting to
talk just with Mike before coming out to Sara and
you, so I could get my personal stuff off my chest
first."
She raised one hand and threw up the metal horns as
she cried, "Victory!" when she finally got her salad
open. She stabbed her fork into it and took a bite
before continuing, looking at Sara.
"If you hadn't made that comment during lunch, I
wouldn't have broached it with you at all, but the
way you reacted made me certain I was reading you
right." She looked at Kim. "I know you probably won't
believe me, but I feel like crap about this. I never
wanted to hurt either of you. When Sara had her panic
attack, I had no idea what to do. It was like I
wasn't even myself, just kind of watching a derailing
train and feeling all, 'Oh my god... I have fucked up
so bad.'"
Sara shook her head as Kim said, "I don't know you
well enough to believe you."
"We worked it out enough that we're here without much
issue," I said, looking at Kim. "Though I'm pretty
sure I pissed Kim off when I talked her down."
Her look darkened and she gave me a frown.
"I don't want you doing that again," she said, curt.
"Not like that."
"I won't promise anything." I reached over and turned
her back toward me. "If you had walked away from
that, though, the three of us would have been done.
It wouldn't have happened right away, but I know it
would have happened. None of us want that."
"You don't understand, Mike. Not even a tiny bit.
Don't lecture me about it when you have no fucking
idea what you're talking about."
"She's right, Mikey," Jen said, leaning back against
the recliner and sighing, gathering her skirt and
draping it between her legs. "You don't know what
it's like hiding that kind of secret. You're probably
right about what would happen to your relationships
with each other, but you don't understand hiding
something like incest. That's why I wanted to be
circumspect. I didn't want something like this to
happen."
I nodded and said nothing. No point arguing.
"So..." from Sara, who'd been silent since we'd
picked up food, which usually meant she was doing a
lot of thinking. "Why are we here? We know you and
Jason sleep together. You know Kim and I sleep
together. We're out to each other, so what else is
there?"
Jen cocked her head to the side and lowered her
forkful of salad, looking at Sara.
"I want to try and smooth things over," she said,
shifting her gaze to include Kim. "With both of you.
I don't want me being an idiot coming between us. I'm
sorry I've hurt you, and I want to make up for it, if
you'll let me, make amends if I can. That and I kinda
still haven't told Jason yet that I've told you about
me and him, so he's, uh, going to be in for a
surprise?" She frowned and cringed at herself. "I
don't think he'll care that Mike knows, but I don't
know how he's going to react to you two knowing."
"Couldn't be worse than me and Sara did," Kim said,
staring hard at her fries as she wiggled them and
watched them flop around. "I get loud when I'm mad
and upset."
"And violent," I added, remembering past outbursts
with me.
"Yes, but you've deserved it when I get mad like that
with you. You hurt Sara, and I told you not to. I'll
do everything I can to protect her."
"I've never said you were wrong."
Kim turned and blinked at me, giving me a long look I
couldn't read before turning away and dropping her
fries into the trash bag.
Chapter 18
"Can I ask what happened?" Jen asked, snapping the
lid back onto her now empty salad. "Or would that be
prying too much? I'm just curious."
"I think that would be prying too much right now,"
Sara said, staring at the last few bites of her
burger before sighing and passing it to me. "This
probably is something that should have been
approached gradually, and maybe if I hadn't been
stupid..."
She shook her head and pulled her knees up to press
her face against them, not moving when Kim put her
arms around her, leaning her into her and holding
her.
"You're the one who's always telling me I'm not
stupid, so does this make it my turn to tell you?"
she asked, her face hidden in Sara's hair.
"You're cheating."
I couldn't see her face, but I could tell that got at
least some smile out of her.
"If little sis isn't stupid, the super duper smart
big sis isn't stupid, either. Don't call yourself
that anymore, ok? Please? I love you."
Sara lifted her head, a small smile on her lips, and
she brushed her hair back and out of her face while
pulling Kim closer.
"Only if I get you to myself later. I hope that's not
asking too much right now."
She gave Kim a hesitant kiss, testing how far off
things still were, and Kim likewise hesitated,
pulling away slightly but not enough to avoid the
kiss entirely. There was a long pause between them
before Kim moved in for a full kiss, and then Sara
broke, snaking her arms around her sister's shoulders
and clinging to her, giving her probably half a dozen
happy, relieved kisses before burying her face
against her shoulder. She shook as she cried.
"I don't want to lose you," she said through her
tears. "Not ever. I was so afraid I had. Please don't
leave me. I feel so stupid for what happened, after
being so good for so long, but it just came out, and
I don't know why."
"Sara," Kim prodded gently, but Sara kept babbling.
"Sara. Hush. Please. I love you more than anything
and I'm not leaving you. Please, Sara. What do you
want me to say? What do you want me to do? I'm not
good at this! I don't know!"
She turned her head as best she could and gave me a
pleading look. I blew a kiss at her.
She nodded and turned back to Sara, brushing her hair
back before grabbing hold of it at the back of her
neck and pulling her head back. Sara stopped,
surprised, when she was jerked back, and Kim planted
her mouth firmly on her lips. Sara took a few seconds
to shift gears and respond, but she did so with
hungry enthusiasm once she did, and she dragged Kim
on top of her as she leaned back onto the rest of the
couch.
"I didn't-" Jen started abruptly before biting her
tongue and just burying her face in her hands and
sighing. "For fuck's sake. I've had more lesbo action
in my living room the last few months than most
people experience in their entire lives," she said to
me through her hands. "I'm blaming you for this
travesty, Mikey. You brought all these women here."
"I seem to recall you were the one who initiated your
masturbation show with us," I replied evenly,
watching Sara and Kim relax into each other as they
slowed down.
"Still your fault."
"Hey, at least we're not in a shitty internet
erotica," I laughed, turning my attention to Jen.
"You'd be a lesbian, too. Or at least bi."
"Feels more like I'm the token straight girl right
now. Fucking hell. This is absurd."
"I'd ask what's absurd, but clearly you've started
without me again," Jason said from the living room
entry, making us jump and startling Kim so badly she
practically flew off Sara and almost fell off the
couch. He shook a finger at Jen. "This is a bad habit
to get into, woman."
"Jesus, Jas," Jen blurted, climbing to her feet and
walking over to him while I hauled Kim into my arms,
more to keep her in place than because she wanted the
contact. "When the hell'd you get home?"
"Just now, I'm pretty sure." He gave me a nod, cast a
mildly concerned look on Sara and Kim - both of whom
wore faces of guilty nervousness - and then turned
his attention back to Jen. "I do hope you were
planning to invite me to the party, woman."
"Um, actually..." She went up on tiptoe, since he was
a good half foot taller, and put her arms around his
neck, tiptoeing backward and pulling him with her.
"We, uh, kinda need you in this conversation."
He grabbed her hips and held her in place, raising
his eyebrows at her.
"What's up, woman? You're gettin' weird on me here."
"I'm nervous. I wasn't expecting to have this
conversation like this and I don't want you getting
mad at me."
"What conversation? And get your arms down. You're
heavy."
He pushed her back a step when she lowered her arms,
and she slipped them around his chest instead. He
rolled his eyes and looked at me, shaking his head
and circling a finger beside his ear. He grabbed her
hair and pulled her head back so she was looking up
at him.
"What's this about, woman? You're not yourself, and I
don't smell alcohol."
"I told them about us," she said simply, holding her
breath.
He raised his brows even more at her, holding his
position as much as she was holding hers.
"Really?" he said after a few seconds, tone clipped
and more a statement than a question, and he looked
my way for confirmation. I just nodded and he turned
his attention back to Jen. "And what in all the hells
possessed you to do that?"
"This isn't how I wanted to have this conversation,
believe me. You know I'd picked up on little things
between Sara and Kim at the party that had me
wondering, and I was hoping I'd be able to talk just
with Mikey first."
"I'd have preferred that, too, but that obviously
didn't happen. What did?"
"Sara made a comment during lunch this afternoon and
had a panic attack. The way she reacted had me pretty
sure I was right, so I asked if her and Kim are
involved. I had to do something to reassure her I
wasn't going to tell anyone."
He gave her an unhappy stare, reaching his free hand
around to take hold of her hands, keeping his other
gripped in her hair.
"So you told her about us. It wasn't enough that we
trust Mike and they trust him?"
"That wouldn't have helped her panic attack. She
needed something from me personally, not something
based on a friendship we only just started. She knows
Mike, but she doesn't know me well enough to trust me
like that."
She was silent, and she waited for him to work
through the ramifications of the situation, holding
as still as he was. After a few minutes, he pulled
her hands down and away and spun her around, giving
her ass a hard smack. She let out a surprised yelp
and covered her ass with her hands, turning to look
at him with round eyes and gaping mouth.
"I put my stone firmly in the unhappy corner," he
said, moving past her and claiming the recliner. She
settled on the floor in front of him, looking up at
him and sitting cross-legged.
"Are we ok?" she asked, fidgeting with her fingers in
her lap.
"We have some serious talking to do later, and I
expect you know why."
She pursed her lips and nodded, then draped over one
of his legs. He leaned on one arm of the recliner,
chin in hand.
Chapter 19
"I must admit, of everyone who could find out about
me and Jen, you three are the ones I'm least worried
about," Jason said after some minutes of silence, Jen
wrapped around one of his legs. He studied Sara and
Kim, who were leaning against each other now,
practically clinging. "You two are holding up
alright? This can't be easy for you."
Sara and Kim looked at each other, Kim shaking her
head and Sara impassive.
"We're still really stressed about it," Sara said,
crossing one arm under her breasts. "We were caught a
few times when we were little, but only by our mom,
and she seems ok with it, but we've learned from that
to be really careful about making sure people don't
know."
"That's what got me kicked out," Jen said, a pinched
look on her face. "Mom caught Jas and me making out
after we'd had a little too much to drink together.
That wasn't a happy blow up."
"What she actually means is they disowned us," Jason
said, grimacing. "It was hard on both of us, and we
almost didn't come out of it talking with each other.
What saved us, me and Jen, and I mean this in the
family sense as much as any other, is Jen didn't have
anywhere to go. You can't live with someone without
talking with them."
"Why didn't you tell me about this when it happened?"
I asked, throwing a crumpled wrapper at Jen. "I would
have convinced my parents to let you move in if you
needed somewhere, to hell if my mom's still hung up
about what we did six years ago."
Jen frowned and throw the wrapper back at me.
"It's been too hard to talk about, Mikey. I lost my
family and-"
"So I'm not family?" Too sharp, too harsh, but that
was a barb that hit unexpectedly deep, and I had to
punch back a surge of unreasonable, undeserved anger.
"No! That isn't what I meant! Fuck, Mikey, you and
Jas are all I have now, but it's been so damn hard
and I haven't been able to figure out how to talk
with you. It's like... like... There aren't any
words, Mikey. None. I'm sorry I never told you, and
it's one of the things I've fucked up, and I wish so
hard I could go back and change it, but please
understand. Can you give me time? That's all I'm
going to ask for. You know the rest will come. It
always does."
I slid off the couch and stumped across the floor on
my knees, stopping in front of Jen and hauling her up
to give her a tight hug. She returned it even
tighter, breathing against my shoulder while we held
each other.
"True family won't turn their back on you, you know,"
I said, quiet against her ear. I didn't notice I was
crying until I felt water slide down my nose.
"I know you won't," she said, pulling back. She
laughed a bit and raised a hand to wipe at my eyes.
"Tears for me? I'm touched. And glad. Thank you." She
hugged me again before shoving me backward. "Go back
to your lovers. They need you, too. I'll be ok."
I nodded and gave her hand a squeeze before turning
back to Sara and Kim. Kim looked lost, adrift and
pensive, and Sara was looking at me, full of
questions alongside everything else that had
happened. Sara pulled me down beside her so she was
between Kim and me, then wrapped her arms around Kim
and I wrapped mine around her.
"Does anyone else want to reveal any more ways I've
fucked up?" Jen asked, hugging her knees. "Yes? No?
Now's the time to do it."
"How'd you do it?" Sara asked instead, laying her
head against Kim's. "Work things out, I mean. I can't
imagine having to go through something like that. Our
mom's ok with what we do, and we're not sure if our
dad knows, but mom would win any fight about it, I
think, so we probably don't have to worry we'd get
disowned or anything."
"It's something we're still working on," Jason said,
and Jen continued.
"There's a lot of guilt about it for us because of
what happened with mom and dad. It broke our family
apart pretty damn bad. Your mom might be
understanding, but don't assume that's enough. Mikey
knows how hippy and free love our parents are, and
that didn't save us when they found out about me and
Jas. We try to go back to being just brother and
sister, and it works for a while, but then we start
feeling like we're neglecting each other and it goes
from there."
"We're in one of our on-again phases, which is
actually because of you two." Jason pointed at Sara
and me. "Everything that happened at the party is
rippling, all butterfly in a hurricane like. The
threesome with you, and then Jen and me waking up
wrapped together was what did it. She sent Kit home a
lot earlier than usual and we spent time talking."
"But why do it if you feel guilty and it got you
disowned?" Kim asked, shifting to a more comfortable
position against Sara.
"Why do you and Sara do it?" Jason shrugged. "There's
a lot of reasons, but it all comes back to loving
each other too much to let go, doesn't it? And we're
more comfortable with each other than we are with
anyone else. We're the safe place we can come back to
when we need it."
"I don't know if any of this is even helpful for you
two, to be honest," Jen said, brushing her hair back
out of her face. "Everything that's happened today
has been a huge mind fuck for me, and I'm having a
hard time keeping myself together right now."
"Like you're the only one," Kim snapped. "I'm trying
really, really hard not to leave right now. Sara's
the only reason I'm staying. I don't want to leave
her."
Jen nodded and swiveled to face us fully, her back to
Jason.
"What would make this easier for you? I don't want us
not being friends, or at least not friendly. I know I
can be a bitch, but I try really hard to not be a
cunt."
Kim frowned and gave Jen a dark look.
"You can't give me what I want right now."
"I can't change today. I'm sorry. I would have done
it already if I had that power."
"I don't know that you'd be a wise choice for such
power," Jason said, tilting her head backward until
she was looking at him upside down. "You'd be a super
villain rather than a super hero."
"Shut up, wench," she said, smacking one of his hands
and pulling her head free of his grip. "We're having
a serious discussion here. No geekery allowed."
"We're already in a shitty internet erotica," I said.
"Adding super powers wouldn't make it any worse."
Jason stared at me for a few seconds before saying,
"I always miss the damn in jokes."
"Only by a second or two. You walked in right after."
"Can we go?" Kim asked, lifting her head from Sara to
look at me, her tone brooking no answer but yes. "I
want time alone with Sara and you. Talking like this
isn't..." She mimed her head exploding with one hand.
"I can't. It's fucking with my head. I just want you
two right now."
I nodded and laid a hand on Sara's shoulder,
squeezing gently.
"What about you, love?" She just shrugged and lifted
one of her hands to mine.
"I'm ok doing my thinking here or at home," she said,
squeezing my hand. "But I don't want Kim
uncomfortable, so if we're ok to go?" She lifted her
head and looked at Jen and Jason.
"Can I have Mikey at some point tomorrow?" Jen pled
in return, cocking her head to the side. "I still
have stuff I want to talk with him about."
"Can't you talk with Jason?" Kim demanded, a bit too
sharp. To her credit, Jen managed to ignore the tone.
"I have, but I need to talk with Mikey, too."
"Can it wait a few days?" I asked, moving my hand
from Sara's shoulder to Kim's.
Jen resumed hugging her knees, going quiet and
thinking.
"Yeah, it can wait," she said after a minute. "I'm
sorry. I know you're not going to go anywhere. I'm
just a lot of nerves right now. I'm not trying to
make things harder for you three. I feel like this
was an all-around cluster fuck."
"Can't change it now," Sara said before Kim could get
anything out. "We just have to move forward and get
things worked out in our own ways. Kim does that
better in private." She turned to look at Jen. "Me or
Mike will get in touch when we have stuff settled
with the three of us? Is that ok?"
"Take as long as you need to, girl," Jason said.
"We're not going anywhere unless we get abducted by
aliens from some weird borg cube piloted by Jesus."
"You are such a fucking geek." Jen sighed and rolled
her eyes, shaking her head. "That's fine, Sar. I'll
give you three your space at school and do my thing
with Kit, if he's around."
"Ok," Kim said, clambering to her feet and tugging on
Sara's hands to try and get her up. "We're done here.
Let's go."
"I'm coming, already!" Sara cried, letting Kim drag
her to her feet, stopping for a second to give me a
kiss before Kim hauled her off. "Meet you at the car,
love."
Jen stood and came up to me, wrapping her arms around
me and hugging tight, and I returned it, holding her
as she let go and looked up at me.
"I'm so sorry, Mikey," she said, sighing. "That was a
lot more stressful than I ever wanted it to be. I
can't tell if it helped or just made things worse."
"That makes two of us." I pursed my lips and shook my
head. "We'll get this all worked out, but expect some
weirdness for a little while. I'll leave you a note
in the morning so you know how the night went."
"Ok. I'm going to be worrying all night that I fucked
things up for you. Is it weird I'm less worried I
might lose you because of all this than things with
them will fall apart? I feel like I've done nothing
but hurt everyone lately."
"I don't know." I sighed. "Not as much as it might
seem, I hope." I nodded toward the front door.
"They're coming to terms with it already, I think, so
it's just a matter of details. Sara's good at talking
sense with Kim. I just don't know how long it will
take."
"Take as long as you need. I mean it. We've gone
months without talking and been fine, and I don't
want you fucking up your relationship with them for
my sake. If there's anything I can do for them that
would make it easier, have them let me know. Or you
can pass it along. I mean that, too. I don't want
them hating me, even though I probably deserve it
after this."
"I don't plan on jeopardizing anything. And I'll pass
that along. I'll see you in a few days, if I can."
She nodded and we hugged again. Sara and Kim were
holding each other in a hug when I stepped out, both
of them quiet. They didn't move, so I joined them,
wrapping my arms around them and kissing their
cheeks.
"Home or my place?" I asked, looking back and forth
between them.
"Up to you, hon," Sara said, placing her forehead
against Kim's. "Where do you feel more comfortable?"
"Home in bed with you is my safe place," she said,
unusually subdued. "And Mr. Man can join us if he
wants to."
"I appreciate the hospitality," I said, running a
finger along her cheek.
"You belong with us, Mr. Man. I won't turn you out,
even if I do get mad with you sometimes." She stepped
out of the hug and grabbed our hands, tugging on
them. "Now let's go. Please. I need to be home and
safe with you two."
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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than a
trusted partner. 4-million people around the world
contract HIV every year. You only have one body per
lifetime, so take good care of it!
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