Catching Fire Pt. 11

Author's Foreword: This series has themes of romance, sex, friendship, humor, safe and consensual BDSM, and above all, intimacy and the concept of memory. Any resemblance to real people or events is coincidental. I want you, reader, to come away with more empathy, appreciation, and joy for yourself and others than you began. As I did when writing this.

Note on Part 11:

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***Early Summer***

My phone rang, and I glanced at it and sighed.

"What?" Erin asked, pausing the DVD and getting up to stretch. I couldn't help but stare at her. She was graceful and sexy whether still or in motion, but stretching was one of my favorites, showcasing her decades of flexibility training. It didn't matter what she wore, though her clinging pants and tight, plunge-neck top certainly worked for her. She liked showing off, and more importantly knew how to do it well.

"My, uh... my last ex, Natasha," I admitted.

"She still calls you?" she snorted, "And you both still have each other's numbers? I thought you said she broke up with you?"

"She did. But we may have hooked up a few times after we broke up. Kinda pathetic on both our parts." Erin patted my leg as if to say that everyone had done something like that.

"I'm getting more popcorn. Want some?" she asked, walking away towards the kitchen. It was a stormy day, and we'd decided to watch a movie for a bit at my place before going to a museum later.

"No thanks," I replied. She came back in, munching on another handful with a large bowl in reserve, and sat down. She had stolen my sweatshirt earlier as a blanket for her lap, and now she put it on her tiny, athletic frame like an oversized poncho. The same shirt had once made an excellent fit over Natasha's mouth-watering curves, the color of the fabric offsetting her lion's mane of auburn hair.

"Not enough salt," Erin observed as she resumed the movie. We were a few more minutes into the movie before my phone rang again. I muted it. When the phone started to buzz with successive texts, I groaned in exasperation while Erin laughed and threw popcorn at me.

"She's drunk and wants you to fondle her ego," she said confidently.

"She lives in another state, just like Andrew," I reminded her, "so why would she even bother? Besides, she's more than pretty and she basically jumped ship because she wanted to see what else was 'out there.' I'm sure her 'ego' is doing fine, and frankly I don't care. No idea why she's calling me." Erin made a sour little face when I mentioned her *actual* boyfriend's name. I was probably making a similar face talking about my old girlfriend.

"Yeah, yeah. But I know a thing or two," Erin insisted, "Besides, if I were her I'd be thinking about you, too. I know exactly what she's found 'out there,' and she has definitely been kicking herself." She reached over and squeezed me through my jeans.

"Thanks, but I'm calling bullshit."

"Wanna bet, Mister Self-Esteem?" She tossed more popcorn at me and smirked when I tried and failed to catch a piece in my mouth.

"Bet what?"

"That she's lonely and missin' that dick. And I'll double down and say she's drunk, too."

"You're wrong. What's your hypothetical wager, though?"

"You win, I give you your sweatshirt back. I win, it's mine. And to make it interesting, you gotta stay on the phone until I say to hang up." My eyes narrowed indignantly.

"What do you mean 'back?' That's my favorite sweatshirt. You borrowed it ten minutes ago because you were cold."

"And you wore it around some chick you're sleeping with? Ha! Dummy. But I'm sure you'll get it back soon," she grinned, "Not like you're going to lose the bet, right? Don't worry, you'll be happy either way. I promise."

I picked up the phone and scrolled down until I got to Natasha's name. At least I'd had enough self-respect to take her off my 'favorites' list. I felt some trepidation and bitterness. I may have actually loved her for the year and a half we'd been together, and it hadn't been all that long since she'd dumped me.

Since I'm writing this from the perspective of middle age, however, I have to be honest and admit that it might equally have been a naive young man's notion of "love," with nothing but excitement and sex and ultimately shallow understanding of another person. Then again, it certainly hurt like love. And occasional thoughts of her are even now equally angry, sad, and disappointed - with myself. So maybe I really did.

Natasha, if you're out there: You had such a wonderful smile. I'm glad we found each other when we were both fairly new and needing tenderness. I'm glad we could give that to each other, and I'm sorry that it didn't work out. I certainly had some growing up to do. We both did, and we may have been too young to do it together. Perhaps you understood that fundamental shortcoming in some way, and that's why you decided it had to end. I genuinely hope you're doing well and that life has been kind to you. And I like to imagine you live somewhere with a wonderful book store you can walk to. I forgive you for the hurt you caused me, and I am sincerely sorry for any hurt that I caused you.

That said, you might want to skip this next part. Let's just say we're square for that one stunt you pulled.

As I called Natasha back, in the corner of my eye I saw Erin deliberately set the popcorn aside, wipe her hands and face, and reapply her luridly-colored lipstick. The phone rang for a few seconds before an intimately familiar voice answered.

"Luke?! Oh my God, hiiiii!" Natasha was always loud and excitable, but this was an extra level. And a bit slurred. I winced because Erin definitely heard it. She held up two fingers, then put one down: she'd been right about the drunk bit, now it was just the other part.

"Hey, 'Tasha," I said, feeling a familiar, broken clench in my stomach, "Everything okay? I saw you called a few times."

"Oh, that's sweet of you," she sighed, "Yeah, I'm alright. Sorry I'm bugging you. It's just, oh, it's a lot quieter at home than I remember. And I didn't know who else to call, since it's so late where I am. You really do have a great voice to listen to, you know. Remember all those times you read to me? I always loved that." I tried to hurry past that last part. I also tried to forget how nicely her chest would rise and fall when she sighed.

"Yeah, I do. So, you're at home? I thought you were going on that trip." I suddenly became aware of Erin smoothly leaning over to lay in my lap. She put a finger to her lips, then stealthily unbuckled my belt. My eyebrows went up as she stared me down, tongue tracing a skanky circle around her mouth.

"I am in a few weeks, but until then..." Natasha sighed again, and I heard a wine cork pop, then a long-filling glass. I was torn between frowning sadly about my relatively recent ex and grinning broadly at Erin as I helped her pull away my clothes.

"So you're just waiting around at home?"

"Yeah... helpin' out around here. Little bro is wrappin' up high school, so I'm helping him figure out college freshman stuff. I love him, but he's just so... DUMB. Not stupid, just dumb." Erin casually flicked the stolen sweatshirt sleeves up above her elbows and began to tease me with her fingers. I've never been slow to get hard, and she took a moment to admire me in both hands before expertly wriggling the tip of her tongue inside my foreskin to sweep around the head. My clavicle cracked as I flexed my shoulders back in displaced, muted rapture.

"I'm sure your folks are glad for the help," I said, trying not to sound nonchalant, "Are you doing anything fun? It's summer, after all. Are you seeing... holy *shit!*... sorry, sore muscles from w-work... Uh, seeing any friends?" Spit was flowing down me in a torrent and Erin's grip on my base was gradually tightening like a vise, yet she was being quieter than I'd thought she was capable of. She dragged her teeth along the veins that pounded like drums under my skin. She squeezed my base all the harder, one hand above the other, mouth and eyes open wide in silent delight to watch me swell even further.

"God, this *cock*!" she whispered.

"Eh... sorta," Natasha continued despondently, "And I've been trying to have, you know, some dates. But they're allllll th' same. If they're not gross, then they're kinda fun for a little bit, then... whatever. I can't really care. Only heads they've got are in their pants. And compared to you, they're, uh, 'small-minded.' In more ways than one. Even if they got somethin' to work with at either location, they don't... ugh, Luke, don't let me say it. I shouldn't. I really shouldn't." Erin stopped playing with me long enough to glance at the phone in my hand.

"Make her," she whispered at me with a sultry stare before slowly dragging her tongue up my blood-engorged shaft, all the way to the head and up and over, watching me the whole time. She paused at the top.

"They don't what, Tasha?" I asked, trying to keep my voice from getting too thick, my breathing from getting too heavy. Erin knew exactly how to get sloppy, how to lap at my balls, how to massage the base of my dick with her fingers while flicking me with her tongue. I was going almost purple. How was her grip that strong? She could barely fit her mouth over me with the squeeze-induced swelling, and she pouted about it before releasing me to let the blood flow back into my body. I had to fight not to gasp.

"Oh, Luke," I heard Natasha hiccup. I could hear the smile in her voice and couldn't help but remember how pretty her laugh was, how we'd been so damn good together, in and out of bed. Erin's vividly painted mouth slid over my still-bulging head and I felt her start to bob on me, teasingly shallow at first and then a slightly deeper on each downward slide. I closed my eyes to imagine for a moment that it was Natasha blowing me one more time. She had naturally plump, pouty lips that were amazing to watch and feel wrap around my shaft, and the way her -

Erin began to suck up and down at just the right pressure to push and pull my foreskin with each movement. Looking down, I put one hand on her curls and pressed gently, enjoying her immediate, muffled sound of surprised approval and sharp intake of breath. One of her hands wriggled down between her taut abs and low waistband, and her resulting stifled moaning onto my cock made my balls vibrate.

You know what, I thought fiercely, *fuck* Natasha.

"They don't what, 'Tasha," I repeated with false innocence, "They're not treating you badly, are they?" I thrust up slightly into Erin's mouth and savored the almost polite gagging sound, holding her for a long count and more little retches until she convulsed and tapped my leg. When she came up for air, her eyes had 'that' look to them and she taunted me with the smile of a confident prize fighter before plunging herself back down.

"No," Natasha sighed, "No, they're mostly okay, most of them... they just... they're not fun to talk to. And they don't know how to get a girl off like you do. Not just get off either, but, you know: making it fun. I liked how I laughed in bed with you whenever I wasn't just screaming. So now I'm sitting here in my stupid old room with almost nothing on and I'm really missing you in lots of places and ways and - oh, shit. Oh my God. Oh my GOD. Dammit, I'm sorry! I wasn't thinking. I'm sorry. Fuckin'... I'm so drunk. Sorry. No no no NO!... Jesus, Natasha!"

I heard a light thump on the other end of the line, and could imagine her laying the phone down on the nightstand for a moment and pressing her palms into her eyes as she drummed her heels in frustration. One of her little mannerisms I knew so well.

"It's okay, 'Tasha," I said as sincerely as I could while Erin had her way with me, slowing down to edge me along. There was a long sigh on the other end of the line. And mine, for entirely different reasons. There was a scrape as Natasha picked up the phone again.

"I'm really sorry about that, Luke. I just... do you... do you miss me, too?" she asked. I'd rarely heard her sound so small. I felt sorry for her. And for me. And for us, for a future that never happened, feeling it all bounce around between my heads without release.

Erin pulled up off me and flashed her teeth in triumph, clutching messily at the sweatshirt she was wearing, mouthing 'mine.' Then she peeled it off and let it drop to the floor, hips jauntily set to one side. As she swayed her narrow waist back the other way, she slid her pants and skimpy underwear down together and left them where they were on the carpet. Erin leaned forward, barely placing one fingertip on my still-throbbing, glistening shaft.

"This too," she whispered with a wink.

"Luke? Are you there?" Erin gestured for me to hang up.

"I... yeah. Sorry. Kind of a lot to think about... I should go, 'Tasha. Let's talk sometime soon, okay? Before you leave on your trip?"

"I'd like that. Again, I'm... ugh, I'm really sorry. I know that it's not fair, and... nevermind. Thanks for calling. And understanding. It was good to hear from you. I miss your voice. I miss you. Sleep tight."

"You too." The call ended. I wasn't sure what I meant when I said it; did I miss her?

"Nice of you," Erin mused, slowly coming to kneel astride my lap, "Letting her down gently when you didn't have to."

"We all need a little kindness," I said firmly, feeling a bit confused, "Might as well make some."

"Aww. I like that. But still. Her loss. Boo-hoo. Anyway, where were we?"

"I was trying not to bite through my own tongue, you wonderful bitch. You were doing your worst, I swear."

"Oh, you think that's my worst? Sweet boy, you have NO idea! Guess I'll just have to really destroy you some other time. So: I think you were about to have your way with me for teasing you so badly."

She shrieked happily when I did just that, easily hoisting her and carrying her to the bedroom. I growled as I stripped off the rest of my clothes and hers, crawling up after her as she scooted away, her smile and excitement growing at the little catch-me game and chasing all thoughts of Natasha straight out of my head.

"And how should I have my way with you?" I asked as she reached the headboard, her arms bending back to grip it for purchase, inviting my mouth to her small chest. I could feel a wildfire warmth radiating from me into the space between us, watched as she flushed with pleasure the instant she felt it.

"Christ, how do you always make so much HEAT?" she gasped, dragging her smooth legs against my body. Her lungs were working overtime even while her expressions tried to stay neutral.

She gasped and bit her lip when she felt the rigidity of me against her. Her eyes flicked up to mine and she traced a fingernail along my face.

"I think... maybe... we should give it another try?" she suggested, "See if I can get you all the way in, this time?" Her hands stroked admiringly along the contours of my neck, my shoulders, down my chest and sides.

"Yes, please," I murmured, leaning in to nudge her cheek with mine, "But let's not rush, okay? We've got all summer. Lots of time." Erin smiled and made long scratches along my torso before she replied.

"I got a bigger one to practice with, like you asked. Maybe I'll show you soon. Thing is, though, as much as I'm enjoying it," she pulled me closer to whisper throatily into my ear, making my skin prickle, "it's thinking about the real thing that keeps me wet all day. C'mere."

***

***Mid Summer***

I took a deep breath before ringing Erin's doorbell, hoping I looked more excited and happy than anything else. It was Sarah that answered, wearing a calf-length blue sundress that twirled prettily as she stepped back to let me in, all smiles and nervous greetings. A few rings sparkled on her fingers and bare toes, and she'd replaced the small hoops in her ears with pearl studs. Her pendant was gone, letting her impressive cleavage take the entire spotlight. I suspected Erin had coached her about what I liked again.

It hadn't been long since our first three-way tryst (still feels strange saying that), and we wasted no time making plans to chase that high again. We'd quickly picked a day to meet at Erin's house again, since her mother was essentially gone for the summer.

"Oh wow," she blurted as I handed her a small bouquet of sunflowers, "These are beautiful! I bet Erin's going to love them." Her face lit up as she examined them closely.

"I'm glad you like them, because they're for you."

"What?" she laughed.

"Yeah," I said, gesturing to the tulips in my other hand, "These are for Erin. Tulips are her favorite. I made a guess about yours. I remembered that you had a sunflower embroidered on your school backpack. And you had a pair of sunflower earrings you wore a lot. You had a rose corsage at prom, because who's gonna have a gigantic sunflower on their wrist, but it was definitely a yellow one."

"Uh... thank you," she said, looking a little uncertain, "I mean, yeah, I love sunflowers."

Oops.

"Oh, no, shit, sorry," I stammered, "Forget how I guessed, please. Look, it's just that details tend to jump out at me. And they stay with me. Not facts or anything, just whatever's around me, five-senses stuff. I swear I'm not a creep."

Great, I thought, good job snatching defeat from between the legs of victory. I was definitely putting the idiot in savant.

"Really? But you seem fine." She still looked a little concerned, though mainly confused about me.

"I *am* fine," I insisted, "Really. Just please don't... don't worry about it? I just guessed you might like sunflowers. It was a good guess, but a guess. Plus they're in season. That's all. Promise."

"Luke," she said, touching my arm, "It's okay. I always kinda wondered, when I read your stuff in class or watched you get ready for a test. And Erin said some things about you that make more sense now. She's not exactly a slouch about noticing and remembering things either. I oughta know; she was our all-state debate team captain. So I think she understands more about you than you might guess. And she trusts you."

"Well that's something," I laughed in relief, "And I have a very good idea about how smart she is. She figured out quite a bit about me before we even met. I like that about her."

"Not surprised," Sarah said, flashing her oh-so-white teeth, "She did say you only like smart girls."

"That's true," I said, looking her in the eye and returning the smile, "Very true." Her eyes widened as she remembered why we were both there. She abruptly turned and walked quickly down the hallway while yelling over her shoulder to ask if I wanted something cold to drink. Watching how her stutter-inducing curves moved under her slinky, clingy dress, all sways and bounces and perky poetry, I felt an acute need for a lot of ice.

"Erin?" I said loudly into the large house. It was spacious and airy, with lots of natural light in the mid afternoon. Houseplants flourished everywhere.

"She'll be back in a bit," Sarah said, poking her head around the corner from the other end of the hall, "Said she had to run to the store. Wanna join me in the kitchen? It's cooler."

"Love to."

"Here," she blurted as I walked in, spinning around and holding an iced tea like a shield. I wrapped my hand around the condensation-covered glass and stopped when she didn't let go, fingers perhaps accidentally shifting to touch mine. She stood there for a moment before jolting and quickly taking her hands away.

"Thanks," I said as she tiptoed back to lean against the corner of the kitchen counter, then hopped up backwards onto it and sat dangling her bare legs and feet. She looked just like she had during slow times in science lab, chatting with her friends in the cool crowd. And just as we had been then, we were on opposite ends of a large space.

"So," I ventured, busying myself putting flowers in vases, "How have you been?"

"Way too busy," she complained, "I couldn't decide which internship to go for, so I applied for all of them since they're so competitive. I didn't think they'd all say yes! I've been on the phone with principal investigators for days trying to decide which lab to work with."

"Doesn't surprise me in the least," I replied, "You're brilliant." She said something flustered and deflective. In contrast, I'd been using my hands and my back all summer and not giving too much thought to the ongoing writing assistantship I'd stumbled into the year before. That theme would follow me quite a ways into adulthood.

"How about you?" Sarah asked.

"Good. Whenever I'm not working on a job site, I'm working at my folks' place for free. Well, 'room and board,' as Dad puts it. Besides that, just seeing Erin as much as possible. She has a way of grabbing someone's attention and not letting go."

"Oh, I definitely know that," she laughed, "Erin and I have been catching up quite a bit."

"Uh oh." I placed both sets of flowers on the kitchen table and admired them.

"Don't worry," she mused, looking at the flowers too and shaking her head with an embarrassed smile, clearly thinking about some salacious thing Erin had used to reel her in further, "All good things." I decided to tug the metaphorical sheets back from Erin a bit. She could be a real bed-hog.

"Like?" I asked, moving closer and leaning against the counter a little ways from her. I crossed my arms because I knew she enjoyed it when I did. Her eyebrows twitched upward for a moment before she glanced away again.

"Interesting things. Like what you two have been up to with some of that stuff I saw bouncing across the shop counter." A smirk tugged at the corner of her mouth.

"You were right, by the way. We did go to a party after all. Just a very short guest list," I replied. She laughed genuinely. It was an exquisite sound, and I moved a little closer.

"I have to admit, you've got the upper hand in information, here." She smiled at that and scooted slightly closer as well, leaning over to talk to me, not-so-subtly showing off her own impressive charms.

Sarah was blessed with a beautiful face, skin like tea with a drop of milk, deep brown eyes, strong features, clear voice, excellent teeth, and an enchantingly generous body; everything, really. Besides her newly-ample breasts, I liked the womanly fold and crease at her stomach and hip, and how the fullness of her thighs pressed against the countertop, spreading in a way that made me want to feel them wrapped around me again. I especially liked the scent she was wearing; orange blossom and something that reminded me of nutmeg. In concert, all of her was giving me warm shivers.

"She also may have mentioned something more unusual. Apparently she picked you to help her explore some, well, bedroom-related things she'd always wanted to try. Didn't mention exactly what, just said that not only were you good at it, but you were also really fun about it. And that you were gentle and kind while also being, um, 'vigorous,' I think she said. That was... encouraging to hear." Her voice had become huskier and quieter, and she sat back up to regard me with feigned coolness from the corner of her eye. This was a more seductive Sarah than I was ever familiar with.

I felt the fire in me build higher, burn hotter. But I needed to keep it contained, controlled, steady. I wanted her to be the one to come to me. I wanted her to feel confident and safe. It's the only way I can express my heat and light the way it's meant to be, a wildfire in slow motion.

"Maybe we'll show you sometime," I offered, "Up to you, of course. And if we can help *you* with exploring anything, I hope you know we'd love to. Anyway, I guess that's only two things you learned about me. Not quite a dossier profile."

"Well, some things I already knew, or learned recently," she said with a little smirk, "I always liked your voice, especially reading out loud in class. Deep and rich. I told you I liked your hair the other day when I finally got to play with it. And I always knew you were hiding quite the body. I may have watched you in the pool on a symphonic band trip or two. Though I didn't guess about one particular way you're... gifted. Glad I finally got to see all of you, last time." I felt a prickle of heat work its way up my neck and turned away for a sip of iced tea, pretending not to notice the giggle behind me.

"Well. I've been thinking the same," I said once I recovered, leaning slightly to nudge her with my shoulder before moving away again - but not as far.

"I've always liked how smart you were. And I like your skin. Your hair. I wasn't much of a sports fan in high school," I said dryly, "But I definitely went to every soccer game. And I guess you know now that I always thought you were pretty. That I wanted your fingers in my hair. Now that I've finally gotten to see you... 'pretty' doesn't even come close."

She bit her lip and tucked her hair back over her ear. Her eyes softened at me. I know we said more similarly awkward words to each other as we gradually moved closer, but we were already in sync, and simply enjoying the first part of the game for a little longer. Eventually, I rested my fingers on her thigh as hers crept to my face and hair.

I've always loved watching nature programs, but it's eerie how very similar most mating displays are across many species, particularly mammals. We circle. We test. We probe. We dance, even if only walking in the same direction. We sing. We bring gifts: small rocks and flowers and vocalizations. We assess each other while showing off. Strength. Health. Intelligence. Comfort. Status. Caring. Beauty. Humor, whatever that is. Types and sizes and shapes of sexual morphisms. Looks are exchanged between half-lidded eyes. Heads tilt to inspect. Throats are bared. Lower, softer tones and vibrant color displays. When we come closer, what do they do? What do they smell like? Do we believe that they are what they appear to be? We brush against their safest layers, gradually working our way inwards to their vulnerability while opening our own.

We have to know the answer to our question. A question asked trillions of times over billions of years: Do you want me?

She slid off the counter and into my arms, our lips hungry for each other, hands wanting nothing more than to feel how far this need went. I let her overbalance me into the fridge, knocking magnets and pictures askew. One of her hands slipped into mine while the other went straight to the back of my head and held fast. With my eyes closed, I couldn't see what was happening, instead anchoring to the softnesses, beguiling scents, and eager sounds of her body. She guided me to her breast, pressing me in encouragingly. I have large hands, and she filled them perfectly. I felt her inquisitive and appreciative caresses all over my body in return. Even so, she kissed well enough that it was her lips that distracted me.

"God, you feel amazing," I murmured in a momentary pause for air.

"You stole my line," she whispered heatedly, stroking down my front from collarbone to mid-thigh, then gingerly running one unsure palm fully along my bulge, "Oh, wow. Erin had better get here soon. Ooh!" I had taken her voluptuous ass in my hands and pulled her firmly to me, cupping her through the thin, sheer fabric.

Oh my. Yes, please.

"You're not wearing anything under there, are you?" I marveled, kissing her neck and squeezing a little harder. I stomped down on my urge to bite her savagely.

"I was hoping you'd notice," she giggled, "Like it?"

"Fuck yes. You're staying the night this time, right?"

"Erin asked if I wanted to. Is that okay?"

"More than okay."

Our mouths found each other again, sharing velvet heat and long-denied attraction.

***

Sarah's phone rang, and she pulled back reluctantly.

"I bet that's Erin," she said breathlessly, "She said she might call."

"Oh," I said, trying to redirect blood flow back to my brain, "Yeah, of course. Go ahead." Sarah reached back to the counter without leaving me. She smiled as I continued to appreciate her outrageous body, my thumbs tracing along her inner hip bones.

To tell the truth, I knew it was Erin. She'd called me on my way over to let me know about her idea. She was such a scheming little minx, and I adored her for it. And I was particularly glad she encouraged me to move on Sarah before she got there; I wouldn't have otherwise. It wouldn't have felt right.

"Hello?" Sarah said, squeezing my arm and unable to help her resulting grin. She held the phone away for a moment and darted forward for a firey, tongue-twisting kiss. Her knee rose up along my leg. Her dress was only so long, and I could grip her excellent thigh easily. I briefly brushed against her outer lips and felt her press harder against me.

"Hey, it's Erin," I heard on the other end, "Wanted to let you know I'm stuck in traffic and I'll be a bit longer getting back. Sorry!"

"That's okay," Sarah replied, then glanced up at me teasingly, "Luke got here a little bit ago. We've been chatting."

"Oh really? Is he in the room?"

"Yeah, I'll put you on speaker."

"Hey Handsome!" Erin sang out, "So nice of you to drop by."

"So nice of you to invite me," I replied, raising an eyebrow at Sarah as she became more confident in her groping.

"Ooh, you both sound *very* close to the phone. Be honest: did you two get started without me? I wouldn't blame you. I'd certainly be starting if it was me and one of you was late." Erin teased.

"Let's just say we're hoping you get here in the next few minutes." Sarah handed me her phone and stepped away to a nearby purse, reapplying something to her lips. I couldn't resist and tapped her ass.

God, that bounce and ripple.

"Same here," Erin sighed, "Unfortunately, I'm stuck in traffic, unspeakably horny, the air conditioning in this car sucks, and I'm getting grouchier and more jealous by the second."

"Sorry, Hot Stuff," I said, "Wish we could help."

"Oh realllly? You two wanna keep me company? Have a little fun? Luke, do you remember how I won your sweatshirt?"

"You know I do," I replied.

"Ooo, there's that low growl of yours," Erin said excitedly, "Gives me goosebumps every time. Sarah, how about you? Up for something like what I've been telling you about us?"

"I... okay, yeah," Sarah said, starting to blush. Her forwardness a few moments prior had made me temporarily forget she was still shy when she wasn't in the moment. I also felt a new appreciation for her - she was being quite adventurous. That kind of thing takes guts. I like that in a person. She caught me admiring her and paused, staring straight into me.

"What?" she mouthed. I smiled and shook my head.

"Wellllll," Erin drawled, "I think you actually should - I'M TRYING TO MERGE, ASSHOLE! - get started without me. But only if you leave the phone on." Sarah and I had both jumped at Erin's negotiations with another motorist, and were a little slow in responding.

"Oh!" Sarah said trepidatiously, "I guess so?"

"You guess so? C'mon, girl!"

"I, uh... this is really new for me," Sarah admitted, looking up at me for reassurance.

"It'll be great," I soothed, "It's no different from what we were all planning on anyway. In fact, I'll go first."

"Aw, perfect. Thank you, Luke," Erin said with what I could tell was a smile, "Head to my bedroom, please! Wherever you are right now is too echo-y. And I've got an idea or two." I kissed Sarah one more time for encouragement, and she returned it in a trusting way.

"Ready?" I grinned. When Sarah nodded, I handed the phone back to her, then enjoyed her squeak as I slung her over my shoulder. I patted her butt lightly, then snuck my hand up her dress to caress her. She made such cute noises when she was happy.

"Tell her what you're wearing under this," I suggested as I started up the stairs.

"Tattle-tale. Okay, fine: I'm not wearing any panties," Sarah admitted to the phone in her hand, "I maybe got a little too excited while you were out and I was waiting for Luke to show up. They're stashed in my purse. Oof! Corners, Luke, corners!"

"Sorry," I winced, carefully setting Sarah down once we were in Erin's room.

"You sexy thing!" Erin exclaimed, "Luke, are you guys there yet?"

"Hold please," I squawked, stumbling as Sarah wrapped around me again. We fell back onto Erin's bed, laughing as she cheered over the phone.

"Find Old Faithful. You know where it is," Erin directed. Without looking and with Sarah being more than a little distracting on top of me, I fumbled the bottom drawer of Erin's nightstand open and blindly pawed around until I found her small pink vibrating dildo. I thumbed the switch, enjoying the sudden and audible thrumming in my hand. A passing thought about lightsabers made me chuckle. I was much younger then, but I think I'd have the same thought now. If I ever lose that bit of levity in bed, it'll be a sad day.

"Get 'er, Luke. I wanna hear it."

"She's stretched out on top of me. I *wish* you could see her. Sarah, can you pull your dress up? Nice and slow. Slower. There you go. Jesus, you are stunning."

Blushing slightly but not moving from where she lay over me, Sarah set the phone near my shoulder and gradually pulled the hemline of her dress over her hips and up to her waist. I remember her lips on my neck and the smooth sound of the fabric sliding over her skin, the yet-smoother sound of her low groan as the vibrator slid along the dripping lips of her pussy.

"Oh, fuck yes," she whispered, grinding against me.

"Leave your dress on," Erin urged, "I want to take it off you when I get there. Luke, squeeze her tits for me?"

"What makes you think I'm not?" I teased, caressing the moaning Sarah.

"Good boy," Erin sighed, "God, I hate sitting in this fucking CAR! Tell me what's happening! Sarah, you too, girlie."

"H-he's using the vibe on me. It's on my - oh, yes - my clit. Now it's... it's going into me. Fuck, he's going in and out with it. It feels amazing!"

"Very good," Erin cooed, "I masturbated with that this morning, you know. I'm *so* glad you're all over it now, too."

"I like that too," Sarah gasped, "A lot. He's going slow, teasing me... oh, fuck. Put it all the way into me, Luke. Make me cum for you. I've been needing it so badly..." She was warming to the subject, and I was both impressed with her and feeling my frustration build on itself.

"I am so glad this thing isn't a stick shift," Erin whimpered, "Luke, is she close?" Sarah's tongue was in my mouth, and she pulled back to let me respond, nodding to me, thrusting faster against the vibrator.

"Incredibly," I replied, watching as Sarah caressed herself fluidly from hips to hair.

"I want to hear it," Erin said in a strained voice, "I want to hear her cum in my bed with you."

"Should I tease her or end her?" I asked, flicking the vibe into a higher setting.

"Don't tease me any more, Luke" Sarah pleaded, forcing herself down harder, "I was wet when you got here and it's been killing me. Erin, I'm right there! End! End!"

"More like 'start,' Sweetie," Erin said approvingly, "Help the girl out, Luke."

I shifted to bring both hands into play, one to pump Sarah's hot pussy with the vibrator, the other to rub rapidly on her clit. We had been kissing again, and she lifted herself up just enough to cry out, shaking as I took one breast into my mouth, feeling the soft flesh fill me and the hard nipple straining against my tongue from behind the azure fabric. Sarah gasped incoherencies and her body spasmed against me, pushing back and down, up and forward, collapsing and twitching when I didn't stop.

"Yes," she sobbed, "More. Don't stop. Yes, more, yes!" I kept going, rolling us to the side, becoming more gentle after each of her aftershock surges.

"Fuck. Me. Wow," Erin sighed, "I'm going to need to steam-clean this seat. Less than ten minutes out, I think." I clicked the vibe off and felt Sarah go limp against me, her ragged breathing on my neck cooling our mingled sweat. She scooted up far enough for a long, heated kiss.

I had daydreamed about the two of us entangled just like that, so many times.

"You're amazing, Sarah."

"I don't even know what to call you, Luke."

"You're both so fuckin' hot and CUTE," Erin groaned thickly, "Your turn now, Sarah. Warm him up for me." I heard a straining engine and constantly rustling fabric on Erin's end of the line.

"What?" Sarah asked.

"What do you mean 'what?' I know he's already hard, and I know what you've been losing sleep about!"

"Over the phone?" Sarah said timidly.

"Of course," Erin laughed, "Put it next to you, and be loud so I can hear you. I'll turn my volume up, too. Luke loves it loud. Don't you, Handsome?"

"I really do, Sarah," I sighed, "Please. You were great last time." She pulled back to lock eyes with me.

"Okay," she whispered, then writhed her way down my torso, keeping her eyes on mine until she got to my belt. It clinked as she began to undress me. I set the phone next to my hip. The sound of the zipper must have been torturous for Erin.

"Holy shit," Sarah exclaimed quietly, wrapping one hand above the other with room to go for her mouth, "I wasn't dreaming. It really is as big as I remember. How the hell does this fit in a tiny little thing like you, Erin?"

Despite myself, I blushed hard, not fully believing the pillow-talk. As I said some time ago, I know I'm not freakish. But I don't recall any complaints, either.

"Practice, Honey," Erin said steamily, "Lots and lots of practice. Don't forget how much you enjoyed it last time. I loved seeing his hard, girthy cock sliding in and out of your wet mouth. The way your perfect dicksucking lips dragged along him while your unreal tits bounced all over the place. And your beautiful earrings and that wild *tongue* of yours all over him just made me want to cream and scream. What? NO! How is this light red every single time? God. Fucking. Dammit! UGH. Sarah... pretty please. Be my mouth right now. And throat, if you can manage it."

Sarah's response was a muffled moan as she began. For a brief moment, I was louder than her as I gasped out both their names. Then she began to abandon her shyness, pulling back far enough to let a long, slow rope of saliva down on to me, then spreading it with her broad tongue. As she lowered herself she remembered to be loud and began to slurp noisily, slobbering lewdly, tossing out desperate little words of need whenever she came up for air.

Neither Erin nor I said anything for a long time, letting Sarah deservedly take center stage.

"That's the sound of a happy lady getting exactly what she wants," Erin said proudly.

"Mm-hmm" Sarah replied, tongue squirming against me somewhere in her mouth. She sucked the sloppy mess off me before letting it drip down to her hands again, twisting and spreading. Sarah's breathing became stifled as she tried to force me a little further into her throat.

"Ooh, trying to fit it past your tonsils like a good little slut? Bravo. I love it too. Perfect cock doesn't happen every day. Oh, and Sarah... did my eyes deceive me last time, or did you cum like crazy when you swallowed his load? Luke didn't see it, he was way too blissed out." Sarah froze instantly, staring up at me with those wide brown eyes, succulent lips stretched wide around my shaft. Despite everything, she looked deeply embarrassed. She pulled slowly off me.

"I... I did," Sarah admitted, trembling slightly. Another moment I definitely won't forget.

"Thought so," Erin preened, "You're very welcome for that little gift, Luke. I'm almost home. Keep going, cuties. I'll be right there. Don't you dare finish without me." She hung up.

***

Sarah and I remained frozen, looking at each other. I half sat up, bracing on my arms.

"Was that true?" I asked. She nodded, nervously watching my face for anything like judgment, bracing for me to call her something cruel.

"I love that," I gushed.

"Oh thank God," Sarah sighed with relief.

"Really, that's amazing!"

"I had no idea it would feel like that. Never liked swallowing before, honestly. And then suddenly there's you and Erin, and this," she paused to admire my achingly hard shaft, "And since that night, I've been daydreaming about... cum... yours... every chance I get. I think I might really, really like it, Luke. When things are right. The right people. Is that the kind of thing you two explore together? Can we try that together?"

"Of course we can," I said reassuringly, "That's what this is all about. Having fun. We take care of each other. We'll certainly take care of you." A smile slowly worked its way across her face.

"Erin was right about you. Makes me want to kiss you again," she said shyly, "but I'm all... well, look at me-mmph!" I'd hauled us both to our knees and pulled her in for exactly what she needed. She melted, arms wrapping around my neck.

"I'm supposed to be sucking your dick for Erin, remember?" she laughed eventually, stroking me with one hand.

"Don't let me stop you." We heard car tires screech into the driveway - Erin was home.

"I guess I don't get you all to myself any more," Sarah said a little sadly.

"It was wonderful while it lasted."

"It really was. Maybe some other time?" We shared a long, warm kiss. Like a strange goodbye, but on the doorstep of something bigger. Then I had a thought.

"Wanna have some fun with Erin? Gotta be quick," I chuckled. I stood up at the edge of the bed, leaving Sarah kneeling.

"Sounds good to me."

"Make sure you're sucking me when she walks in." I explained the rest of it briefly, enjoying that it made her snort in amusement. At that moment, we heard the front door open and quickly slam shut and lock, then the sounds of Erin swearing vociferously as she hurled her purse and keys to the wall and fumbled with getting her elaborate sandals off. She was definitely fired up.

"Guess I'd better get started," Sarah said breathily, dragging her fingernails over my abs and thighs before getting back to energetically working me over. The view was incredible, and I watched her bouncing curves with deep satisfaction. I wondered if I would have any luck left after that summer.

I heard Erin practically fly up the stairs. The bedroom door banged open, revealing her electric, diminutive, panting frame. She wore a red miniskirt and midriff-baring black shirt, a pair of white, chunky plastic sunglasses still perched absentmindedly in her carefully made and recently mussed hair.

"Oh my God! Erin!" Sarah exclaimed, lurching up and away from me.

"It's not what it looks like," I blurted absurdly.

"Wha..." Erin said, blinking in stunned confusion for a moment, then burst out laughing.

"That's so stupid! I love it!" she cackled. Sarah and I grinned, and shared a little look. I found myself liking yet another thing about her, and felt a strange jump in my chest.

"Not what I raced home for, though," Erin half-laughed, half-snarled, efficiently stripping down to her skin, forgetting the sunglasses in her hair. Or perhaps letting them hold it back for her.

"Your fault," I said smugly.

"Shove it," she snapped playfully.

Erin reached over to Sarah and helped her to her feet, then quickly found a zipper. I knew where she was headed, and I made sure I followed suit while they were distracted, getting rid of any remaining scrap of clothing.

"Damn," Erin gasped as she watched the fabric fall away and Sarah tossed off her bra.

"Same to you," Sarah said admiringly, "You're just in such amazing shape." Erin put her arms around Sarah and stepped close, chin tilting up for an aggressive kiss. I decided to lay back down and enjoy the show as they squeezed and petted each other, Sarah's tits pressing heavily into Erin.

"Did he do a good job for you, Sweetie?" Erin murmured, stroking gently, drifting down between Sarah's legs, "Did he give you what you wanted?"

"And more," Sarah smiled, "You should ask him. I'm definitely going to take up your offer to stay tonight."

"Finally!" Erin celebrated, "Perfect."

"But first, I'll be right back," Sarah said.

"You know where it is? Good. Take your time," Erin urged, "I'd like a chance to greet Luke properly, too." Sarah threw a smoky look at me over her shoulder before leaving, then jumped when Erin smacked her rump just as I had. Once Sarah was properly gone around the corner, Erin slid into bed on top of me.

"Hey, Handsome," she sighed in relief.

"Welcome back, Gorgeous," I said, "Pretty hot on the phone, there. So tell me: how long were you sitting a few blocks away and fingering yourself?"

"Just call me Miss Direction," she laughed, bringing my hands to her modest chest and grinning when I massaged them the way she liked. She kissed me even harder than usual, and I could feel a long, smooth river of pleasure on her thighs all the way down to her knee.

"Glad you didn't get in an accident, Kitten."

"Miracle, honestly. You know what I really liked, though?"

"What?"

"How that absolutely stacked little nerd couldn't control herself once she saw you. She is *hungry* for it!"

"Mmm. She certainly was," I replied, then leaned in to whisper, "Still not as good as you, though." She bit my ear, pleased.

"Smart man. So what'd you give her that was 'more,' Stud?"

"Confidence to try a few things with us. Get this: I think she's got a full-on cum kink and doesn't realize it yet," I said excitedly, "She gets off just thinking about it. And she wants to explore that with us. I bet we can really have some fun together."

"Oooo, an actual cumslut in the wild?! And you've been doing that thing we talked about, right?"

"Mmhm. The only way I've been cumming has been with you. Frustrating as hell, but in a good way. You're just as much of a jerk as me to come up with it. Love it."

"And I haven't seen you in a day or two. Oh man, you must be ready to explode. Wait. Wait wait wait! We need to make this a good one with Sarah. If you're right... God, I'd love to have our own little big-tit cumbucket. Yeah, I've got an idea," Erin said eagerly. I sat up, more than a little interested.

"Want to tell me?"

"No. But I think a smartie like you will be able to figure it out. More fun for me. Just don't cum until I tell you."

"Worked out last time, so sure."

"Oh, and do you think we can show her a little Silence tonight? Like, just a little? Please? Oh, wait, 'please Sir?'"

"Carefully," I urged, "Maybe after dinner. If we do, it'll be light. You'll be the center of, you know, attention."

"Of course I will," she said brightly, then quickly scooted down to my knees.

"My turn," she said, "Gotta live up to my cocksucking queen status, don't I?" She dragged both hands along her dripping pussy, shuddering briefly at the stimulation, then spat wickedly on my somewhat-dry erection before she took me into her mouth with unmitigated lust, combining fluids from all three of us. She stared up at me in half-lidded heat, favoring me with a wink. She was so beautiful. So close to me. The scents of her perfume and skin and nakedness were incredible.

The unbidden words tried to rush out when my defenses were down.

"Erin, I love you... r eyes."

Shit.

***

I felt a screeching little alarm going off in the back of my head. What the hell was wrong with me? There's no way she'd buy that 'recovery.' What was I thinking? More to the point, what was I feeling?

And yet, incredibly...

She didn't seem to have noticed, instead plunging down with hair-bouncing, hollow-cheeked vengeance, sunglasses and tan lines completing the picture of the ultimate slutty sun bunny. Not a care in the world except making me squirm.

That was way too close. Hormones were obviously trying to hijack my brain.

Her initial rabid need to assert her claim satisfied, Erin slowed down. By that point in the summer, she could tell exactly how far along I was, and loved edging me as much as possible; two steps forward, one and three quarter steps back. Her only real limit in stringing me along was in how sore she was willing to let her jaw be. She fluttered her eyelashes in mock innocence at me, licking noisily at the head, stroking me carefully with one hand as she fished the sunglasses out of her hair with the other.

My heart was still pounding for a couple reasons, and I tried to focus on calming down and enjoying the experience again. It took a little while, but I eventually felt the panic drain away. Sarah walked in just as Erin was treating me to a slow, spit-drenched, rhythmic throat fucking. Definitely a queen.

"You're amazing to watch, Erin," Sarah said enviously, "And those sounds you make! I wish I could record you." Erin came off me with a loud pop and guided Sarah's mouth to me, one hand gripping me in a tight ring.

"Thank you, Sweetie. Might have to think about that. As for this big guy, it's a bit of a work in progress," she sighed theatrically as Sarah began a quick, messy celebration of me, "Still can't deepthroat him completely. But he doesn't mind me practicing."

"It's a sacrifice I'm willing to make," I sighed contentedly.

"Luke," Erin murmured, nudging Sarah away to lick the base of my rock-hard dick, then nipping at me, "I need it." Her hips swayed slowly, a cat-tail twitch to warn me how very little patience she had left. Sarah watched Erin torturously drag her tongue up my length in rapt attention, stroking Erin along the leg with one hand, fondling herself with the other.

"Need what?" I teased.

"You know exactly what I mean," Erin demanded, crawling up to me until we were face to face, "I. Need. It. Now. You're gonna fuck my brains out, and Sarah's gonna watch."

"Can... can I do more than watch?" Sarah asked.

***

Without any effort I got up and tossed Erin facedown onto the bed, enjoying how she immediately came up on her hands and knees, pressing back against me, panting wordlessly.

"Sarah," I beckoned, "Over here." Pulse clearly jumping at the notch in her neck, Sarah knelt next to Erin and took hold of my cock. Her hands shook slightly as she guided the tip in, and she gasped in tandem with us as I pushed slowly forward into Erin's gushing wetness, fucking her slow and shallow to start loosening her up. I eased back and paused, savoring the view of Erin's tight, pearl-pink pussy gripping and following me closely, her cream already beginning to coat my shaft. I pulled out and offered to Sarah, who eagerly squeezed my balls and sucked at me before I went back to Erin.

"Fuck," Erin whined, "I love how you fill me. Don't tease me, Luke... yes... that's it. I want you all the way in as soon as you fit. Sarah, come to me. Up here, Sweetie. Lay back so I can go down on you." I pulled out for a moment until we could rearrange, then worked my way back into Erin's increasingly accommodating self.

Erin buried her face in the valley between Sarah's legs. Sarah's face contorted as she squeezed one of her ample breasts while playing with Erin's riot of blonde curls with the other. I heard Erin lapping vigorously at first, then simply moaning open-mouthed into Sarah's pussy once she felt me sink all the way to my base. I experimentally pumped a little more forcefully, and found that she was warmed up enough to accept me easily. The impossibly soft skin on her hips made firm grips for me as I started fucking her with deep, steady, unhurried strokes.

Sounds drew my eyes up, and I watched Sarah's chest heave as she clearly orgasmed again, dark nipples hard as erasers and lips shining from makeup and the mess she'd made on my cock. She was gorgeous to look at, more so in such a wanton state. She locked eyes with me and stuck two fingers in her mouth to suck imploringly.

"I can feel it," Sarah groaned, "Erin, I can feel him fucking you. Every single thrust, right through your mouth. It's incredible. I could spend all *day* right here!"

I looked back down at Erin to not miss a moment of her. I loved watching her dancer's physique ripple with each strong push forward, writhe and beg at every slow and shallow tease, and fuck me back when we found the right lovemaking rhythm to give each other.

Erin's muffled, high-pitched whimpering reached a new pitch. I'd found what was going to do it for her the best on that day, and I put my ass into every ball-slapping thrust. She had her ways of letting me know her approval. Muscles in her body strained as she pushed back against me, urgently gripped sheets, and flexed her whole rib cage as she made unholy sounds through her orgasm.

"Good girl," I panted, giving her a single loud smack on each ass cheek before resuming long, steady strokes to make her give the tigress groan I lived for.

"You shake so hard when you cum," Sarah stammered to Erin.

"Kiss me and I'll do it again," Erin said heatedly to our friend. Sarah leaned in and I pulled back until only my tip was inside. As Sarah's lips made contact, I pushed slowly, firmly forward so that Erin shuddered against Sarah. They both whimpered beautifully.

"Stay right there," I ordered. I reached under us and teased Erin's clit to hear her cry out against Sarah's mouth, steadily fingering her into another, longer ecstasy as I moved steadily back and forth inside her. Erin squirmed and whimpered against both of us, caught between soft and hard.

The teasing and fucking had done their work. I felt myself reach a tipping point. I was close.

"Sarah," I said, straining to hold myself back, "Get under us, facing me. Quickly." She scrambled awkwardly and wriggled pleasantly to get there, leaving Erin to collapse down to the bed with her ass arched up to me for a moment.

Erin looked over her shoulder at me, electricity in the one eye I could barely see behind her hair. She kissed her palm and put it back towards me, and I kissed mine and held her hand. We shared a silent smile.

We let go and raised up slightly so that Sarah could position herself beneath, deftly lending her fingers and tongue to our bodies as she watched us fuck each other for all we were worth. Our three combined sounds were exquisitely profane.

"Now," I gasped, sliding my hand up to Erin's hair and squeezing just enough to make her shudder and buck harder.

"Give it to me, Luke!" Erin demanded raggedly, "Cum inside me!"

"Yes," Sarah groaned, "I want to see it!"

Our hips slammed together and apart until it happened. Surging. Clenching. A near endless release. Blood roaring in my ears. Lion roar in my lungs. A flood from me to Erin.

"Yes," I moaned afterwards, "Yes, Erin. Ah, fuck." I rested deep in her, catching my breath.

"There's so much," Erin gasped, legs and arms shaking, "There's *so* much cum! God, this feels amazing."

"I wish there was some left," Sarah sighed, almost whining. She started fingered her clit as soon as Erin raised up away from her.

"Oh really?" Erin laughed exhaustedly, "Luke said you might have a thing for it."

"I came again when I saw his balls clench and fill you," Sarah managed, fanning herself faster and faster, "I wished I could have had it, too. I want it. I don't know why, but I want it!"

"Let's help you with that," Erin purred in a soft, predatory voice, "He's definitely still hard, and there's plenty to share. Give her some, Handsome." Erin squealed briefly as I pulled out, and I looked down to the flushed, shivering Sarah, my cock dripping with Erin's cream and mine.

"Come here, Sarah," I said, running the dripping head across her parted lips, "All yours." Her wordless, open-mouth agreement and excited panting were music to me. I pushed past her glossy, shapely lips, over her slippery tongue, and deep into her hot mouth. Sarah greedily licked and swallowed everything that coated me.

"Mmrph," she mumbled around my slimy girth, flicking her clit in a blur, grinding her hips against an agonizing nothing, "More!"

"Open wide for him, pretty girl," Erin urged, holding her head in place as she turned she-devil eyes on me. Sarah lurched, eyes rolling back and tits shifting as I gently but determinedly facefucked her. I felt her tiny, pleading, orgasmic scream envelop my shaft just as Erin thrust fingers into her, curling up and back, squelching rapidly back and forth. Sarah pushed towards me, drooling heavily, ropes of it beginning to cover her face in slime. When I pulled out of her mouth to give her a rest, her lips and tongue tried to follow blindly after me.

"Yes," Sarah sobbed, "That was - that was - oh fuck, I want it all! More!"

"You got it, you sexy little cumslut," Erin giggled, "Luke, squeeze her tits together." I knelt to one side to let Sarah see Erin as I cupped Sarah's breasts and played gently with them, making hypnotizing waves as Erin lowered herself.

Carefully at first, then in a cascade, she let my cum fall out of her and drip down, liberally frosting Sarah's large, smooth chest.

"Holy FUCK," Sarah cried out, "There's so much! It feels... I feel..." Erin quickly dismounted, kissed me ferociously, and then crouched over Sarah.

"Not done, Honey," she husked, "Definitely not done." After one teasing suck to each of Sarah's nipples, Erin started licking the large splatters of semen off her chest. Sarah's heels pushed at damp sheets as she kept fingering her clit, mewling through her next orgasm.

"It's so good," she whispered hoarsely, "It feels *so* good. I've never..."

"I told you we'd take care of you," I murmured in her ear, "Want me to fuck you? I've got some stamina left."

"Yes, yes. God, YES!" I kissed her, enjoying how her slime-wet lips were shuddering, how her tongue searched for mine.

"You're gorgeous like this," I whispered, "I've been thinking about fucking you all day." I snatched up a bit of blanket to quickly and gently wipe her face so she could see, then moved around to grip her already parted legs. As I eased into Sarah for the first time, I watched her eyes widen, her mouth open, her lungs surge for air. I was keenly aware of her tightness and overflowing wetness, my mind and body reeling from the same-yet-different sensation of Sarah's pussy so soon after Erin's. It was like suddenly becoming aware of a new flavor of existence.

"Oh," she gasped, stretching out for my hand, "Oh, wow."

"We'll take it slow," I reassured her, leaning forward to kiss her hand. She smiled and stroked my face for a brief moment, eyes soft and relieved. Erin had finished cleaning Sarah up and gave me a sultry, meaningful glance.

"I think Erin wants to give you a little present," I said, beginning to finger her clit, building quickly to arrive when Erin did. Erin stretched out to take Sarah's face in her hands.

Sarah's eyes snapped wide open as Erin fed her every last drop of cum she had gathered up.

That was my cue to begin fucking her, going as far as her pussy welcomed me while fingering her clit as quickly as I could. Sarah shuddered, closed her eyes, and swallowed. She immediately lunged up to Erin to messily kiss the remaining cum from Erin's face, suck it off her tongue, and lick it from her hair. I felt her pussy clench and release in waves, watched her tits bounce in time with my thrusts. Sarah screamed for a moment before falling back to the bed with her eyes closed, her hands pushing against the wall.

"Yes," she whispered, "Yes... yes... that's... that's everything I wanted. Oh my God. Why? Why is it so good?"

"You are so beautiful," Erin said gently as she held her jostling breasts, "Happy tears are okay. We're going to have a lot of fun together. You're incredible, and if this is your thing, it's nothing to feel strange about. We love it. And you're safe with us, don't worry. Want us to keep going? Hm? Make you feel good?" Sarah nodded wordlessly, totally undone. Erin kissed her forehead and then swung a leg over her, facing me and letting Sarah eat out what still dripped from her.

"Oh, good job Sarah," Erin praised, "You eat my pussy *very* differently when you've got Luke pounding you and slopping out of me at the same time, don't you?" Our budding pet third made no coherent reply, but Erin's deep flush told me she was doing something right. Erin tossed her hair back and sighed, then saw me watching her. She grinned and crooked a finger until I leaned in far enough for her to whisper in my ear.

"I love your eyes too, Luke."

Quivering below us as we kissed deeply, the overjoyed and overwhelmed Sarah was ours to adore, play with, and protect.

***

We had to take a break eventually, of course. That evening, showered and changed, I made dinner while Erin made some light drinks. Sarah insisted on getting the dishes after and seemed to be enjoying our company, but was generally quiet. Erin made a second round as we sat outside on the back porch, enjoying the sunset. She wore a flowy turquoise sundress and ridiculous hat, while Sarah was in a linen skirt and a flowery top with a very low neck. After a while, it was pretty clear that only Erin and I were talking.

Erin looked at Sarah, then flicked a glance at me. I caught it.

"Sarah?" I asked gently, "Are you okay?"

"Hm?" she said, looking startled.

"Are you okay?" I repeated, "Thinking about this afternoon, maybe?"

"Um... Yeah," Sarah said, glancing between the two of us, then adding, "Kinda can't stop thinking about it, actually."

"In a good way? I mean... are you feeling alright?" Erin asked, then somehow made her hand appear in mine, squeezing tightly.

"Oh! Yes. Very. Sorry if I'm a little out of it. I just... well, for one, I keep thinking 'boy, am I glad I'm on the pill,' and for two, I keep wondering how long until we can do that again tonight." She took a nervous sip of her drink and looked expectantly at Erin and I. Erin laughed helplessly while I sagged in relief.

"You kinda scared us for a minute," I admitted.

"My bad," she said, eyes darting between us, "It was definitely... wonderful. But also a lot? I had no idea I could act like that. I bet you're looking at me *really* differently. I know I am."

"Bugs are coming back and it's getting dark," Erin said, though they definitely hadn't yet, "Let's talk inside. More private anyway." We settled on the living room couch. I sat down and Erin immediately plopped herself in my lap, then patted the seat next to us for Sarah. I was strongly reminded of the party where I'd first met Erin not all that long before.

"So," Erin smirked, "Think maybe it's safe to say that you like cum a little bit?"

"Oh my God," Sarah said, putting her drink down and burying her face in her hands, "It's so embarrassing."

"I don't see why," Erin objected.

"Because it is!" Sarah erupted in disbelief, shaking her head in confusion and amusement, "Like, come on. I made an absolute mess of myself. Literally! Thank God I don't remember anything I said, but I know for sure none of it made any sense. And I had orgasm after orgasm from, what, swallowing *second-hand wad*? No offense, Luke, it's not you, you were... really wonderful. I mean it. You too, of course, Erin. You're both incredible, and I don't regret any of this at all. But that was definitely a shock. And you know what the weirdest part is? The *weirdest* part is that ALL I can think about right now is how bad I want to throw you off his lap and rip his pants off so I can throw myself on his dick until he blasts it all straight down my throat. Or on me, in me, up me; not sure; don't care, as long as I get it! 'Oh hey Sarah, I hear you got accepted into six major biomedical research labs. Well done.' 'Thanks! I also found out I'm crazy about jizz and/or spunk.' 'Did you mean Jazz and Punk?' 'NOPE! Takin' all cummers this summer!'" She laughed ruefully again before drinking most of her cocktail.

"Bravo," Erin chuckled, "Hell of a rant. You always were the team's best extemporaneous speaker."

"And now I'm unbearably horny again. Because I started talking about it. You didn't drug me, did you?" Sarah continued.

"No," I said, "Not unless hormones and pheromones count." Sarah snorted and rolled her eyes.

"Seriously, Sarah," Erin continued, "It's nothing to be embarrassed about. For one, it's nobody's business but yours and who you're with. Right now, that's us, and we're never going to tell a *soul.* Promise. For another, most folks take one part of sex and like it more than the rest. So what if that's something you like? You're not hurting anyone! Besides, it's a pretty goddamn hot turn-on you got there."

"That's an understatement," I agreed.

Sarah groaned in continued embarrassment, leaning forward to softly headbutt my chest in frustration. I put an arm around her and she leaned harder into me, worming her lovely body in with a sigh. It was a little hard to breathe with the two of them piled on me. Not a bad problem to have.

"Easy for you to say," Sarah mumbled into my shirt, "Not like you guys do anything weird."

Erin and I looked at each other, searching for permission and giving it in small mutual nods and smiles.

"Well..."

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***End Part 11***