Revelations

My Summer Project Part 4: Revelations

Frank Hollis was supposed to be the intern. You know, bright-eyed, polite, mostly harmless. Instead, he's hosting a weekend summit at his family's lake estate and quietly outmaneuvering three seasoned professionals with charm, brains, and a well-stocked wine cellar.

There's Rayna Simons... a nun, a biologist, and someone who thought her past (and her body) were under control. Tom Richter... sharp, loud, and currently recovering from a surprise tryst. And then there's Bobbi Baxter: wunderkind, tech visionary, head of the Pine Run Trust, and the living embodiment of every bad decision that feels too good to stop.

They came to figure out how to divest 150,000 acres of Church land responsibly.

What they found was each other. Or at least, pieces of themselves they thought they'd buried.

Now the table is set. The wine is poured. The masks are slipping. And if anyone thinks this weekend is still just about the land...

They haven't been paying attention.

-- Chapter 1: Hurt

"I hurt myself today / To see if I still feel / I focus on the pain / The only thing that's real..."

"Sometimes, when you're the smartest one in the room, you forget the cost of being misunderstood."

-- Dr. Bobbi Baxter

Frank stood silent, Bobbi's warm hands on his cheeks. Most men might feel frustrated by being brought to the edge multiple times and not allowed release. But Frank was not like most men, something Bobbi recognized when they first met that morning. When they talked... when they made love.

But that wasn't why frustration had no place in his mind; it could find no purchase. Confusion, longing, love, hurt, and loss took up all the space. And other dark, insidious ones were twisting their cold tendrils into his brain and curling around his feelings for this woman, smothering them, and squeezing the life out of them. They poisoned his thoughts and feelings; he felt used, played with. They grew quickly like weeds choking off a garden. Frank chided himself for being so stupid, thinking a woman like Bobbi Baxter would have any feelings for him.

And the worst part? He wasn't even sure if he was more hurt... or just jealous. That uncertainty felt like weakness.

She told me I was different. Special.

But that didn't stop her from letting them touch her. Fuck her.

It's not jealousy, it's... humiliation.

That's pretty evident now. She just let Rayna eat her and she sucked off Tom and then fucked him. It can't be any more obvious than that. Doing it right in front of him. She had two to choose from, and she chose him. She swallowed Tom's cum and let him fuck her.

Frank shook his head in disbelief. Bobbi... the woman he made love to that morning. The woman he had feelings for. Real ones. The woman who'd said she had feelings too... now stood naked on his deck, laughing, glowing... like none of it mattered. She'd orchestrated a scene to get Sister Rayna, a nun and noted biology researcher, to eat her pussy until she came. Rayna hadn't hesitated. She wanted it.

He didn't know if he should feel jealous, hurt, angry... or excited. His cock was harder than he could ever remember. He glanced between the woman of his dreams and the patio door, on the other side, Rayna and Tom stood, close.

Then he looked into Bobbi's face... smiling, carefree. His own expression darkened. He stood upright, letting her hands fall from his cheeks. The smile faded from her lips.

"Is this all some kind of sex game you play?" Frank asked, his voice edged with anger and hurt. "Are we mere humans, toys for your pleasure? You lead me on this morning and then fuck the two church people. Was that a bucket list item, get a nun to eat your pussy?"

"Frankie..."

"Your mind works at such levels that you must constantly pump endorphins into it. Did you plan this all out? It sure seems like it. Did you mean anything you said to me today?"

"Frankie... stop..."

"And don't call me that. I'm not your 'Frankie.' You've made that crystal clear. I'm just another cock to play with."

"FRANCIS SCOT HOLLIS! SHUT THE FUCK UP!" Bobbi wanted to slap him, but she grabbed his cock instead. Gripping it tight.

Frank stopped. His blue eyes wet, shimmering, his face fallen.

"You are my Frankie," she said, voice suddenly soft. "I meant every word this morning." Her hand eased. "I never lied. I wouldn't lie to you. You're rare. Special. I've never felt this way for anyone. It terrifies me... and it thrills me. I want to explore these feelings. With you."

"Then what is this?" he asked, motioning toward the chair she'd just vacated. "Christ, you fucked a nun and a Brother in my mom's favorite chair."

"Sex. Just sex. Fun."

"And what we did this morning wasn't?"

"No... maybe that first time was just sex. But after that? That wasn't just fucking. That was... something else. I know what sex without love feels like, Frank. I've lived in that lane for most of my life. But this morning? I didn't feel in control. That doesn't happen to me. It wasn't just my body that responded... it was everything. It was real. And it scared me."

Frank looked down, jaw tight. "I want to believe that... I do. But I'm still trying to figure out what this all means."

He met her eyes... uncertain, but no longer angry.

"You say it was real... maybe it was. God, I hope it was. But I've never done anything like this, Bobbi. I don't know how to feel."

Bobbi nodded slowly, her smile faltering. "I know. I threw a lot at you... maybe too much, too fast."

She reached for his hand but didn't force it... just let her fingers hover close.

"I wasn't trying to hurt you. I wasn't choosing someone else. I was just being... me. Maybe a little too much of me."

She took a breath, then steadied.

"I wanted to talk about this earlier, but there was never a good time. And, frankly... Frank..." a flicker of mischief curved her lips... "we don't really have enough time now, either. But I need you to know this. I believe in polyamory."

His jaw clenched. "So, what... you just fuck whoever you want?"

"Not exactly," she said calmly. "Polyamory isn't about collecting people or chasing highs. It's about honesty... with yourself and with the people you care about."

"I can love deeply," she went on, "but I don't think love should be a cage. I don't stop feeling just because I've already fallen for someone."

Her voice softened. "And I have fallen, Frank. For you."

The words landed like a punch and a kiss. Frank blinked.

"But... then what was that?" he asked. "You. Rayna. Tom. All of it."

She didn't dodge. "Polyamory means communication. Consent. Everyone knows what's going on. No secrets. No power games. Just truth. And freedom. Even if that freedom looks different than what we're used to."

Frank rubbed the back of his neck. "Sounds like a way to avoid commitment. Or getting hurt."

"It's not," she said, voice low. "It's about choosing love. Every time."

He shook his head. "Still sounds like sleeping around. Like there are no rules."

"There are rules," she said. "They're just written in honesty, not ownership."

Her eyes met his, unwavering.

"I treat sex like exercise. Sometimes it's for connection. Sometimes for release. But it's never meaningless. I choose my partners carefully."

She moved closer.

"This morning? I didn't plan to sleep with you. But when that hard cock of yours pushed inside me..." She smiled, brushing his chest. "It turned me on. You turned me on. And I let it happen because I wanted you. Still do."

"But I thought we..." he began.

"We do," she cut in gently. "We have something. Something real. And that doesn't mean we can't also enjoy what's around us."

She touched his face. "This weekend isn't betrayal, Frank. It's an invitation. To experience. To explore. Together."

Frank blinked, trying to take it all in. He nodded, slowly. "Okay. But Rayna? She's a nun."

Bobbi smiled with a bittersweet edge. "She's also a woman. A woman who wanted something. I didn't push her. I gave her the space to want it... and she did."

He still looked torn. His gaze drifted toward the house. Rayna and Tom were kissing.

"And Tom?"

Bobbi's voice stayed calm. "I didn't choose him over you, Frank. I just helped Rayna and Tom get where they were already headed."

She reached for his hand, her touch grounding. "That wasn't about taking anything away from you and me. It didn't change what we're building. It didn't lessen it."

She touched his chest, right over his heart.

"This? Between us? It's still real. Maybe even more real now that everything's on the table."

Frank nodded again. Less unsure this time. Still reeling, but not walking away.

Bobbi smiled. "We good?"

He exhaled. "I think so."

"Good, because the night's not over."

She turned toward the house with a mischievous gleam. "They still have more places to go."

"Where do they want to go? Rayna, a nun for God's sake, and he's a monk or Brother... I'm not sure exactly what that all is. But they take a vow of celibacy."

"They didn't," Bobbi told him. "The Anglican Orders they both belong to do not require or even request a vow of celibacy. I didn't say anything about this earlier, but I saw Rayna when I was sunbathing and you were preparing lunch. She stood in the window, naked as the day she was born. And wet streaks on her body that she was rubbing into her tits."

"What?"

"When I was sunbathing. I saw Rayna, naked and rubbing his cum into her tits."

"Wait, that side where you were would've been Tom's room."

"Yes, and a few minutes later, Tom stood in the same window, naked, sweaty, holding his partial erection."

"But..."

"And Rayna, she wanted to do that as much if not more than I did." Bobbi continued. "Those two are like teenagers with their hormones in overdrive."

"Aren't you at all curious why Sister Rayna wore such sexy and provocative clothing today?"

"I was surprised when they arrived."

She hugged me longer and tighter than in the past.

"She's on the prowl this weekend. She left Sister Rayna at her apartment. I also don't think she and Tom are having an affair. I think Tom is as surprised at her behavior as you are. Something happened on the way here that made him a possible partner, and the situation just presented itself. Same with me. She didn't come here for the weekend to fuck Tom or me, I think her target is you."

"Me?"

"Yes, she confessed as much to me when we went to the cottage," Bobbi's fingers teasingly ran up and down his shaft. "She's been obsessing about you... fantasizing about you for weeks. She was here one day, and you wore a tiny suit?"

Frank thought for a minute, "That must have been before the Fourth."

"Whether you want to admit it or not, my dear Frankie," Bobbi grinned. "You're a hunk... a very delectable piece of ass, if I may say so. And that day, your manhood was on display for her. It triggered something inside her. You've haunted her dreams..."

"I... I didn't..."

"No, and that's one of the sweetest things about you," Bobbi kissed him tenderly.

"But..."

"You have to fuck her..."

"No, I can't..."

"Yes, you can and will. And I will be right there with you. Look, we're not married, hell, we're not even going steady yet. I will not be jealous, I will be happy for you to have the experience. And you will make her happy, too."

"This is all getting a bit weird..."

"It may seem so, but I'd like to point out you're as hard as the Rock of Gibraltar." Bobbi giggled. "I mean, look at this thing," she hefted his cock like she was holding a prize-winning squash. "You didn't even go limp when you were mad at me."

Frank smiled, "It's been pretty wild so far."

"And the night is just starting. Go with the flow, Frankie," Bobby caressed his cheek. "We'll have a lot of fun, and I promise you will be the only one I wake up with tomorrow morning."

"Alright, as long as we're in this together."

They kissed, tender at first, and then more passionately. Both were breathing harder when they broke the kiss. They turned to go into the house.

Through the patio door, they saw Rayna on her knees. Tom leaning against the island. Rayna's head bobbing, her lips sliding over Tom's cock. Bobbi giggled. Tom's head fell back, Bobbi and Frank could hear his cry through the French Doors. He pushed Rayna back, her tongue out, catching the cum streaming into her mouth, across her face, through her hair.

"What the..." Frank gasped.

"Teenagers with hormones... Well, at least she didn't fuck him as I asked." Bobbi looked at Frank, and they cracked up laughing.

-- Chapter 2: Stairway to Heaven

"And it's whispered that soon, if we all call the tune / Then the piper will lead us to reason..."

"She wanted salvation. She got resurrection."

-- Frank Hollis

"Jesus..." Bobbi laughed, stepping through the patio doors. "Can't leave you two alone for a minute..."

"I didn't fuck him," Rayna said, standing upright, her voice slightly defensive and embarrassed. Tom's cum dripped down the front of her suit.

A shit-eating grin on Tom's face.

"That's something," Bobbi grinned. "Body shots, round two... Rayna, go wash up, freshen up a bit, and meet us on the deck. Gentlemen, please follow me... and bring that tray of shot glasses and limes."

"I need to get dinner started," Frank announced, only half-committed.

"After this..." Bobbi smiled. "And I'll help. Now, come on. We need to get things set up."

...

Rayna stepped onto the deck... washed, renewed, her hair combed smooth, the lightest trace of makeup refreshing her features. She had taken the time, made the choice. This was no accident. This was a return.

Frank and Tom stood to either side of the low table nearest her... still naked, but arousal faded, hands clasped behind their backs, their bodies taut with restraint. Their eyes followed her, reverent, hungry.

Bobbi stood at the far end of the table, her silhouette framed by the glow of twin tiki torches. Her arms extended, palms up, like an invitation... or a summons. The drop-down screens around this half of the pergola created a private sanctum, a sacred enclosure. The table itself was topped with a thick lounge cushion, draped in pristine white cloth... the same tablecloth from lunch, now repurposed.

The air was thick with lime, sweat, and the faint sweetness of sex. Every breath tasted of want.

This is an altar, Rayna thought. And Bobbi is presiding over the ceremony.

Butterflies erupted in her belly... but they felt more like doves released from a long-locked cage.

"Sister Rayna," Bobbi said, smiling wickedly, her hands now crossing just above her breasts. "In recognition of your exceptional actions during my body shot... it is your turn. Do you accept this honor?"

"Yes..." Rayna's voice quivered, part anticipation, part disbelief.

This is happening. I'm not backing out.

"Are you sure?" Bobbi's grin softened, transforming into something more intimate, more sacred. "You must give yourself freely... wholly... honestly. You must arrive in your purest form. No clothing. No shame."

Rayna didn't hesitate. She slid one strap from her shoulder, then the other. The suit peeled down over her hips, her skin gleaming in the soft light. It slipped to the deck with a quiet wet sigh. She stepped out of it and kicked it aside like punctuation.

She stood tall... bare, glistening, radiant.

Her smooth, dark skin glowed under the torchlight. Her nipples were already hard, the soft swell of her breasts rising with each breath. Between her legs, the glistening heat of her arousal caught the flicker of firelight.

This is not surrender, she thought. This is an offering. I am the gift... and the flame.

Frank stared. I wondered... but I never imagined... His cock stiffened instantly, the sight of Rayna bare and glowing under torchlight flooding his brain with heat.

Bobbi's eyes flicked from Frank's rising cock to Tom's, already thickening again.

He recovers well for a man in his fifties.

Rayna's breath caught. "What's next?" she asked, her voice soft and breathy... a thread of desire barely contained.

"Gentlemen," Bobbi said, her tone low and reverent, "please help her onto the table. And then take your spots."

She's planned this... Is she giving me what I want? Rayna wondered. Is this happening for me?

Frank stepped forward. His hands settled on her waist... warm, steady... and as he lifted her, his cock slid across her belly, leaving a slick, hot trail. Her fingers closed around it instinctively, as if needing to feel it to believe it. She tried to circle it with her hand... and failed.

God, he's so thick...

Tom lifted her left leg gently, setting her foot onto the low side table. Frank mirrored the motion with her right. She was open now. Splayed. Exposed to the night air and the eyes of all three.

This is insane. You should stop. You're not a whore. Not a Jezebel.

But God, you want him to split you open. You want to feel full... to be taken...

No. I'm not a slut. I'm Rayna. I love God. I love myself. And I deserve this pleasure.

The warring voices inside her quieted.

And then Bobbi's voice... calm, commanding, almost sacred... cut through the hush.

"Lie back."

Rayna obeyed without hesitation. Her back touched the white cloth, the cool air kissing her breasts as she lay down. Her eyes met Frank's and held.

She exhaled slowly.

Her thighs parted wider.

Her body surrendered.

Bobbi stepped forward and gently placed a shot glass between Rayna's breasts, letting it nestle in the valley between them.

"Here's how this works," Bobbi said, her voice silk over steel. "Tom, drizzle the tequila from Rayna's thigh to the glass. Frank... hands behind your back... You lick every drop. When you reach the shot, you drink. Then take the lime from her mouth."

She paused, letting the air sizzle.

"You may use your hands after that. Understood?"

They both nodded, tension thick as rising steam.

Bobbi stepped forward and nestled the lime gently between Rayna's parted lips. Her voice dipped lower, husky with promise. "But Rayna... don't give it to him until he gives you something first. Got it?"

Rayna nodded slowly, her mouth full, her thighs parting further in invitation. Her eyes found Frank's. Dark. Daring.

Let's see how hungry you really are...

Tom began, tilting the bottle. The tequila caught the torchlight as it flowed... a slow ribbon of silver winding down Rayna's thigh, over her inner knee, toward the slick, sensitive flesh between her legs.

Frank leaned in, lips parted, tongue out. He started low, his mouth warm and wet against the hollow of her knee, licking up the rivulet of tequila that had trickled over her skin. Slow, deliberate strokes. Reverent. Electric.

Rayna shivered.

As his tongue traveled higher... past the delicate sweep of her inner thigh, tasting salt, citrus, skin... her breathing hitched. Every pass sent a tremor into her core.

When he reached the soft curve where thigh met mound, his tongue flicked upward in a teasing stroke over the swell of her lips. Her body jumped like it had touched a live wire.

Then... that first brush over her clit. Light, exploratory.

Rayna let out a choked gasp.

His tongue... oh God. Is this what I've been craving all along?

Frank's wide shoulders pressed into her thighs, spreading her further. His shoulders anchored her, mouth descending again. He was no longer following tequila. He was chasing something more primal.

His tongue flattened and dragged up her slit in one long, hungry sweep. Then again... firmer, slower... ending with a flick over her clit that made her whimper.

She writhed on the table, helpless, already coming undone. Her fingers gripped the edge of the wood until her knuckles blanched white.

When he pressed his tongue deeper between her folds, circling, tasting, plunging... Rayna cried out, her head falling back. Her spine arched.

"God, she tastes... sweet, pure..."

Bobbi, caught it midair as it slipped from Rayna's lips. "Hold," she instructed Tom, eyes gleaming, grin feral. "Let him finish."

He's in it now. Deep. Learning what it means to give pleasure without hesitation. I love watching them both surrender to it.

Frank was feasting on her... slow, relentless. His mouth sealed over her heat, tongue thrusting and swirling, savoring every slick inch. His nose bumped her clit with each forward motion. It wasn't rushed. It was intentional. Focused. He was memorizing her reactions. Learning her.

Rayna gasped again. "Jesus... Jesus... ahh... fuck, fuck, fuuuuck!"

Her hips bucked. She tried to hold still. She couldn't. Her thighs quivered, heels digging into the table's edge. Her pussy was soaking, flushed and twitching, and Frank drank from her like a man who'd never taste again.

Bobbi leaned down, whispering into Rayna's ear, her voice silken and wicked: "Frank's tongue is anointed. Let it baptize you, Sister."

Rayna moaned, eyes glazed. Her hands shot into Frank's hair, gripping tight, hips grinding into his mouth now. Her clit throbbed under his tongue.

Frank doubled down. He wrapped his lips around her swollen nub and sucked, gently at first, then with firm, hungry pressure. His tongue circled and flicked and pressed.

Rayna sobbed. Her body was strung tight. One wrong move, one perfect flick...

She shattered.

Her scream echoed through the rafters. "OH MY GOD!"

Her entire body convulsed. Legs clamped around Frank's head, heels slamming into the table. Her hips rose, her back bowed as the orgasm ripped through her, hot and violent, like a lightning strike straight to her core.

The glass perched on her chest nearly tipped. Bobbi caught it in a single smooth motion, laughing... wild and delighted.

But Frank didn't stop. He held her trembling hips, still licking, tasting the gush that spilled from her, his tongue now slow, coaxing, reverent.

Rayna shook uncontrollably. Her breaths were shattered things. Her hands fell from his hair, limp and useless, sprawled across the table.

I made her cum... Frank thought, breathless. Jesus. That just happened.

He lifted his head, face slick, lips parted, eyes wide with awe.

Rayna could only lie there, legs twitching, chest rising and falling like she'd just run a marathon.

"Holy... fuck," she whispered, dazed.

Bobbi beamed. "Amen."

She leaned over, brushed a damp strand of hair from Rayna's cheek, and grinned down at Frank. "Well," she said with mock solemnity, "we can't let good tequila go to waste, can we?"

Frank blinked, still catching his breath.

Then Bobbi pointed.

"Belly button," Bobbi said, her voice low and commanding. "Quick, before it runs off."

Frank didn't hesitate. His mouth found Rayna's navel like it was his center of gravity. He licked deep into the shallow dip, following the shimmering tequila trail upward, savoring it like nectar, slow and indulgent.

Her skin was slick, salt-kissed, trembling beneath his lips.

Tom poured again.

This time, the stream flowed over Rayna's breasts... dark, full, firm... and the tequila beaded across her nipples like dew, catching the fading light in small, holy flares.

Frank latched onto her left nipple, sucking greedily. The taste of citrus, sweat, and heat exploded across his tongue. He moaned against her skin, tongue circling, flicking, drawing each tight bud into his mouth like it held the secret to life itself.

Rayna cried out, her hands tangling in his hair. "Francis, oh God..."

Her hips rose off the table. She wasn't in control anymore. Her body was chasing something it had only dreamed of until this moment.

Frank's cock, hard as granite, dragged across her slick folds. The contact made her gasp... raw and involuntary. Her thighs twitched, legs lifting to pull him closer, desperate to be filled.

Bobbi returned the lime to her mouth with a wicked smile. Tom poured one final shot, steady and slow, and Bobbi held the glass deftly between Rayna's breasts.

Frank leaned up, face wet with her taste, and bit the glass free from Rayna's cleavage. He tilted his head back and swallowed it all... tequila, tension, need... then handed the glass to Bobbi without ever breaking eye contact with Rayna.

She was panting now. Lips parted. Eyes locked to his.

Her legs wrapped around his waist, trembling and insistent. Pleading.

Please... please... I need this.

Frank gripped his cock, thick and glistening with her arousal. He slid it along her opening once... twice... letting the head tease her clit, smear her juices.

"Francis" Rayna whimpered. "Please..."

This is sacred. She's laid bare... literally and spiritually. She wants me to claim her. No shame. No hesitation. Just fire and flesh and something holy disguised as lust.

He paused, cock pulsing in his grip.

Bobbi told me I had to fuck her. That Rayna wanted me. That this was more than lust... it was something she needed. I thought it was a joke. I thought it was insane. But now...

He looked down at Rayna, trembling, eyes wide with need, trust, vulnerability.

Now I see it. She's not Sister Rayna. She's just Rayna. And she wants me like no one ever has.

Then he pushed in.

Slow.

Thick.

Stretching her open until his crown disappeared into her heat.

She gasped... then screamed as he buried himself fully in one smooth, devastating thrust.

He snatched the lime from her mouth as she cried out.

Her heat wrapped around him like a vice, velvet and slick and pulsing.

Oh God... she's so fucking tight... she's holding me like she never wants me to leave...

Frank straightened, hands gripping her thighs, and thrust again. Deep. Hard. All the way in.

Rayna screamed.

"SWEET LORD!"

Her voice cracked with rapture, her body convulsing immediately. It wasn't just pleasure... it was detonation. Her orgasm hit like a bomb. Legs shaking, pussy clenching hard around him, back arched clean off the table.

He's inside me. He's splitting me wide. He's in my soul. God forgive me, but I've never felt more alive than right now.

Her voice cracked between rapture and disbelief. "OH! AHHH... SWEEEET... Looorrrdd..."

Frank groaned, voice guttural. "Rayna... fuck, you feel like heaven..."

Her hips jerked again, her climax still wracking her body, rolling over her in hot, endless waves.

Then Bobbi leaned down, her lips grazing Rayna's ear.

"Is it everything you prayed for, Sister?"

Rayna sobbed, eyes fluttering open, unfocused, still lost in the spiral. She nodded, breathless.

Tom stood at the end of the table, stroking himself slowly, eyes wide in awe.

Bobbi turned, eyes locking with his, body slick and glowing. She arched toward him like a living invitation.

Come on, Tom. I want to feel how deep you can go. I want to be filled while Rayna moans beside me and Frankie watches.

"Brother Tom... come here," she purred. "Let's not waste that."

He stepped forward, cock already throbbing, and slid into her from behind. Filling her in one swift thrust.

Bobbi gasped as Tom's cock plunged into her. "Fucking Christ..."

She turned her face to Rayna, licking her earlobe, her voice a husky whisper. "Brother Tom is fucking me... right beside you. And it's so good..."

Rayna moaned louder, her hips meeting Frank's thrusts in frenzied rhythm.

This is madness. This is holy. This is freedom with no chains. My body, my desire... nothing held back.

Rayna turned her head, her face twisted in pleasure. Her eyes fluttered open, unfocused. Then she screamed again... raw, electric.

"I'm cumming... God, I'm..."

Bobbi silenced her with a kiss, driving her tongue deep into Rayna's mouth.

Frank felt her pussy tighten like a vice... muscles clenching, rippling, milking him with every pulse of her climax. She soaked his cock, her body wracked with another, fiercer orgasm.

The heat, the pressure, the overwhelming scent of sweat and sex... it hit Frank all at once. His breath caught.

Frank growled into her neck, teeth grazing her skin.

"I'm close... I can't..."

Rayna tore her mouth from Bobbi's, eyes wide, voice hoarse. "Give it to me!" Rayna gasped. "I want all of it!"

Frank's body tensed. With a final thrust, he let go.

Yes... fill me. Mark me. Let me feel you in my womb, in my soul...

Her nails scraped his chest. She screamed one last time, and it wasn't words... it was raw, broken pleasure.

A deep, primal moan ripped from Frank's chest as his cock pulsed inside her, shooting wave after wave of thick heat into her slick, clenching pussy.

Oh fuck, I'm filling her. Giving her everything. God, I can feel her drawing me in like she's starving for it.

Rayna cried out again, her climax smashing into her like a tidal surge. Her body thrashed, muscles seizing, her voice raw and cracked.

His cum... inside me... I can feel it spreading, thick, hot... I've never been this full. Never this taken.

Frank collapsed forward onto her quivering body, pressing his chest to hers. Her nipples were hard and slick, crushed between them, aching. Their lips met... rough, desperate, wet. He kissed her deeply, hungrily, tasting sweat and lime and everything they had become in this moment.

Rayna moaned into his mouth. Her orgasm didn't fade... it expanded. Flared. Wracked her body again with trembling pulses as his tongue slid against hers, claiming and surrendering in the same breath.

Then Bobbi came.

Her body went taut, spine arching like a drawn bow as the orgasm ripped through her. Her pussy clenched violently around Tom's cock, muscles spasming, milking him with every pulse. A guttural cry tore from her throat... half feral, half ecstatic... as waves of pleasure surged through her like fire racing along a fuse.

Tom thrust again. Then again.

He groaned, low and desperate, as his cock throbbed inside her, thick jets of cum spurting deep into her seething, clutching heat. He didn't stop. He pumped through the climax, each stroke driving his seed deeper, his hips jerking uncontrollably with every pulse. The sound of skin against skin, wet and frantic, echoed beneath the pergola.

Bobbi sobbed out his name, her pussy a vice around him, every ripple dragging more from him, more heat, more surrender. Her nails scraped at the table, her entire body trembling, sweat-slick and radiant.

Tom collapsed forward onto her back, chest heaving, cock still buried inside her twitching cunt. His face found the hollow of her neck, lips brushing her damp skin as he breathed against her ear. She felt his weight, the press of him, and the warmth of their mingled release dripping between her thighs.

They didn't speak.

For a moment, no one did.

Only the sound of breath... deep, staggered, reverent.

In the thick, breathless stillness that followed, she leaned forward.

Her lips met theirs... Frank and Rayna still kissing, tangled, spent... and her mouth melted into theirs, their tongues dancing together, intertwined.

Three mouths, one kiss. Passionate. Deep. Shared.

They're mine. And I'm theirs. This moment... this messy, wild, holy mess... is everything I wanted it to be.

Frank's hand found Bobbi's, holding it tight as their kiss deepened. Rayna's hands gripped both of them, fingers trembling on their skin. Tom's face nuzzled into Bobbi's hair.

Their bodies, slick and still trembling, clung together in a knot of flesh and breath and raw, pulsing affection.

The air thick with the scent of sex and salt and something far more intimate than possession.

Just connection.

Bobbi finally broke the kiss, pulling back with a soft laugh, her chest rising and falling.

"Dinner's going to be late," she murmured, breathless.

And none of them cared.

-- Chapter 3: Under the Influence

"Let's drink to feel nothing, at least for tonight..."

"She made it feel like I chose it. But the truth is, I never had a choice."

-- Brother Thomas Richter

The kitchen, lit with the long rays of the evening sun, was awash in motion. Frank worked near the fridge, seasoning steaks. Bobbi and Rayna stood hip to hip at the island, tossing salad greens, dicing cucumbers, their laughter drifting like wind chimes. Tom passed through the patio doors carrying folded napkins and a bottle of olive oil, setting the table on the deck.

After Rayna's body shot... and everything that followed... they'd all taken showers. Frank and Bobbi shared one in the guest cottage, filled with slow kisses and laughter. Rayna and Tom showered separately in their rooms. No one said much afterward, not because of awkwardness... but because words seemed small.

Though uncoordinated, Bobbi and Rayna returned to the kitchen wearing only panties and airy wrap-around sarongs. Tom and Frank had both changed into soft terrycloth shorts. None of them commented on the lack of modesty. After everything, it felt normal. Almost necessary.

"Can we have wine with dinner?" Tom asked as he stepped through the door.

Frank turned, ready to answer... then froze.

The sunlight streamed through the gauzy fabric of the women's sarongs, rendering them nearly transparent. The soft outlines of breasts, the delicate curves of thighs, nipples slightly erect in the cool breeze... everything was visible.

Not what I thought I'd see in the kitchen when my day started... Frank's throat dried as a slow grin spread across his face.

"Ah... yes, of course," he finally said.

"I'll take him down to the cellar," Bobbi offered, wiping her hands on a dishtowel.

"Dad said you can have anything," Frank added. "Just not the single vintages."

Tom raised an eyebrow.

"For example, there are three bottles of Château Lafite-Rothschild: a '68, '71, and '72. Single vintages and so, off-limits."

"Got it," Tom nodded. Christ... that's more than I make in a week, maybe two.

Bobbi took Tom's hand and led him to the wine cellar. Rayna filled salad bowls. Frank turned back to the steaks.

--

The door to the basement clicked shut behind them, muffling the soft music and hum of conversation upstairs. Cool air whispered over bare skin as Bobbi descended first, the wrap-around sarong floating with each step, hips swaying like a hypnotic pendulum. Her panties, pale and minimal, clung to her curves like they were made to beg for attention. Tom followed close behind, still in terrycloth shorts, trying not to stare at the way her ass moved.

The basement opened up into a sprawling family space... TV, wet bar, pool table, and ping pong table arranged like some stylish rec club built for indulgence. The floors were cargeted and warm against Bobbi's bare feet. The lighting soft and low. It smelled faintly of cedar and pine.

They reached a hallway to the right... long, dimly lit, lined with doors. Bobbi led the way past the sauna door and paused outside the last one on the right.

"Wine's down here," she said.

"Yeah. End of the hall's just a big storage room. Ted keeps all the good stuff here."

She keyed in the code, and the lock clicked open. The air inside was a sharp shift... less than 60 degrees, and dry. The scent of mahogany and dust hit them immediately.

"Jesus, it's freezing in here," Bobbi murmured, stepping inside.

The chill immediately drew her nipples tight beneath the thin sarong, the gauzy fabric doing nothing to hide the puckered points of flesh. Tom swallowed hard and stepped in after her, closing the door behind them.

She glanced down at them, amused. "Guess I should've worn a parka."

Tom laughed awkwardly, his eyes darting from her chest to her legs. "You, uh... look fine."

"Don't lie," she teased. "You've been staring at my nipples since the stairs."

"I haven't."

She grinned. "You have. And they like it."

Rows upon rows of racks stretched across the cellar... mahogany and glass, perfectly climate-controlled. Dozens of regions. Hundreds of labels. Bordeaux. Barolo. Rioja. Sonoma. Labels handwritten, sealed in wax, some dated before either of them was born.

Bobbi stepped forward with a breathy sigh. "Mmm... this place smells expensive."

The room stretched deep... walls lined with bottle racks, a central tasting table, warm sconces dimmed low. She drifted along the rows, fingertips grazing the labels. "This collection is... insane."

Tom nodded, eyes on a label. "Ted comes across as a down-to-earth guy, but he's obsessive about his wine. That's a Château Margaux '96, and... Jesus, I think that's a Screaming Eagle."

"Ridge Monte Bello, Opus One, Haut-Brion..." She crouched low to check a shelf near the floor, her panties stretching tight across her ass.

Tom froze behind her.

Don't stare. Don't stare. Don't...

He stared and swallowed hard.

She knows exactly what she's doing.

Bobbi arched a little deeper, peeking back at him through the crook of her arm. "You okay over there, Brother Tom?"

"I'm fine."

She peeked back at him, grinning. "You looking at my ass, Brother Tom?"

"No." He hesitated. "Yes."

She smirked. "Good. I worked hard to keep it tight." She rolled her hips in a slow, suggestive circle as she reached deeper into the lower rack. "You'll want to remember how it feels too."

Tom cleared his throat, shifting his stance to make room for the growing tension in his shorts. "You're evil."

"Sexy evil," she said, standing. "Also, these are priceless. Don't let me drop one."

She grabbed another bottle, examined it. "1990 Opus One. Mmm. Tempting. But not tonight."

Tom found one nearby. "Here, perfect for steak. Catena Zapata Malbec. Argentina."

Bobbi took it, nodded with approval. "Excellent. Deep and bold. Like your cock was earlier."

Bobbi glanced at Tom, his eyes looked down at the floor, he fidgeted.

"What's the matter, Brother Tom..." Bobbi asked softly. "I really did enjoy you taking me from behind...

"I didn't mean to get so worked up earlier," he murmured. "When you told me not to... I couldn't help it... But when you were being... like that... so in control. Dominant. I couldn't stop my..."

"It's all good, Brother Tom," Bobbi grinned. "I needed a drink, and there's nothing better than a protein shake."

"It's just... I've never seen anything like that before. And Rayna... she just gave in to you."

Bobbi's gaze softened slightly. "She needed to be unraveled. You all did."

Setting down the bottles, she stood slowly, eyes locked on his. "You liked seeing me in charge. You liked that I could take control of her, of you... of everyone."

"I... yeah. I did."

"To be honest, I did, too," Bobbi smiled. "I've never done that before. It was a huge turn on."

Tom's moan was barely perceptable, but not his cock as it throbbed in his shorts.

"And now you're hard again." She stepped forward, one hand tracing down his chest, the other palming his cock through the shorts. "God, you're always hard around me."

"It's not my fault."

"No," she whispered, "it's mine." Brushing her fingers across the waistband of his shorts, teasing the head of his cock beneath. "I can feel it... aching."

He gasped as she eased him out, his length swelling fast in the cold air, flushed dark and eager.

"Poor thing," she whispered, stroking slowly. "I made you this way."

Tom's eyes fluttered. "We should get back..."

"We will." She knelt before him, her knees kissing the cool stone floor, her mouth opening to take him in.

Warmth enveloped him... wet, soft, then deep. Her tongue licked around the foreskin, pushing it back, then flattened beneath him as she swallowed his cock inch by inch. Her hand gripped the base, stroking in time with her mouth. Bobbi moaned softly as she sucked, her eyes locked on his face.

"Jesus, Bobbi..."

She pulled back with a wet pop. "Want me to stop?"

He shook his head frantically.

Her tongue teased the tip of his cock before sliding her lips around him. He was throbbing, already leaking. She moaned as she took him deeper, her hand stroking what her mouth couldn't yet swallow.

"You taste like you've been thinking about this all day," she murmured between strokes.

Tom braced against the wine rack, one hand tangled in her hair. Her mouth moved in slow, wet circles, tongue flicking and flattening, lips tightening just enough to make him moan with every pass.

She's so fucking good at this. I'm not gonna last...

She didn't let him finish.

"But we're not ending this in my mouth," Bobbi stood. "Not yet." Her mouth glistening, her eyes dark and playful. "I want you to fuck me now."

She turned and bent over the tasting table, one leg rising to rest on the edge. Her sarong fell away, pooling around her ankles, her panties were already soaked through and tugged aside to reveal her dripping folds.

Tom stepped behind her, running the tip of his cock between her engorged labia. She was hot. Wet. Open.

"Right here," she said. "From behind. Just like earlier."

Tom moved behind her, hands on her hips, cock nudging between her slick lips. He pushed in slowly, groaning at the stretch, the heat.

Jesus Christ...

Bobbi looked back over her shoulder. "Come on, Brother Tom. Don't be gentle."

He thrust.

She gasped. He buried himself to the hilt, and her fingers dug into the wood of the table. He gripped her hips, driving into her again and again. Her body rocked beneath him, her moans muffled against her arm as she braced herself. Her ass slapped against his thighs with each thrust. Her breath came in ragged moans, hips pushing back to meet him. Every time he sank into her, her pussy clenched tighter, hungrier.

"Harder," she whispered. "I want to feel how much you need this."

He started to thrust... slow at first, then faster. Her ass bounced against his hips, the slap of skin echoing off the racks. Bobbi moaned, her voice throaty, begging. Her fingernails dragging across the mahogany table, leaving scratch marks. Her breasts bounced beneath her as she pushed back to meet each stroke.

"You like fucking me like this?" she panted. "Like I'm yours?"

"Yes," he growled, leaning over her back, one hand sliding around to grip her throat lightly.

"God, yes. Tighter. Use me."

He fucked her harder, her pussy clenching around him, slick and hot, soaking his cock. His thighs slapped against hers. Her moans built with his, both of them climbing fast.

She gasped, arching. "Yes. Yes. Just like that. Fuck me, stretch me open, god, I love how you feel inside me... "

His thrusts deepened, hard and rhythmic. The wine bottles around them rattled softly with every impact. Bobbi clawed at the table, panting, her thighs trembling.

"Harder... fuck... don't hold back. Give it to me, Brother Tom... fuck me like I'm the only thing you've ever needed."

Jesus Christ... She was wild beneath him, hungry and wet and commanding.

He gripped her hips tighter, driving into her with abandon.

Her climax hit fast.

Her whole body locked up, then shuddered... hard. Her cry filled the cellar, raw and breathless. Her pussy clenched and milked him with greedy, pulsing spasms.

But Tom didn't stop.

She moaned louder, pushing back onto his cock as he fucked her through it. Her second orgasm built fast, riding the crest of the first. Her moans turned frantic, her voice high and cracked.

"Oh fuck... yes, yes... coming again...!"

She screamed this time, her body wracked with violent tremors. Her pussy fluttered around him, gushing slick down her thighs, soaking them both.

"God, you're so wet," Tom groaned. "So tight... fuck... Bobbi... "

"Do it," she gasped. "Cum for me... give me all of it... put it in my mouth... I want to taste it... now... "

Tom pulled out fast, and Bobbi dropped to her knees like she was starving. She opened her mouth wide just in time.

His cock jerked and erupted.

Hot ropes of cum painted her tongue, her lips, her cheeks. She moaned as she swallowed, licking him clean, her hand still stroking him with messy, desperate precision.

When it was done, she kissed the head of his cock like a promise.

Bobbi looked up at him, cheeks flushed, lips slick. "That," she breathed, "was a vintage performance."

---

When they emerged upstairs with three bottles of Catena Zapata Malbec, Tom's hair was tousled, cheeks still red. He looked euphoric. Ruined.

Frank didn't look up from the grill.

Rayna raised an eyebrow. "You two were down there forever."

"Had to dig deep," Bobbi said smoothly, setting the bottles on the table. "You'd be amazed what you find when you really get into the back."

She gave Tom a slow look and licked her lower lip.

Tom blushed.

Rayna blinked. Then snorted.

Tom tried not to combust.

Bobbi winked and turned back to the table, her hips swaying like nothing had happened at all.

-- Chapter 4: The Fire This Time

"I found God in myself, and I loved her. I loved her fiercely."

"I wasn't reborn this weekend. I remembered who I was."

-- Dr. Sister Rayna Simons

Dinner was quiet at first. They devoured ribeyes, baked potatoes, corn on the cob, and the garden salad. Bobbi and Frank sat on one side of the deck table, Tom and Rayna on the other. Three bottles of Catena Zapata Malbec sat nearby... two already empty. The sun was a melting red globe, balancing on the horizon.

Tom leaned back, tossing his napkin on his plate. He swirled the wine in his glass, then looked around.

"Can I ask a silly question? What just happened?"

"We ate a wonderful meal," Bobbi answered, lifting her glass. "To the chef." She nodded to Frank. "Everything was perfect."

"Here, here," Rayna echoed, lifting hers.

Tom lifted his glass too. Frank nodded, slightly embarrassed, but grateful.

"No... I mean before dinner," Tom clarified.

"Oh," Bobbi smirked over her rim. "I'd say we had a little fun. You seemed to enjoy it."

"Well, yeah," Tom said, voice lowering, "but that was the last thing I expected on my drive up here."

"I think it's safe to say it was the last thing any of us expected," Frank added.

"I hoped something might happen..." Rayna said softly.

The table quieted.

Bobbi turned to her gently, voice low and coaxing. "What did you hope would happen?" She's ready. She just needs a soft place to land.

Rayna hesitated. Her fingers curled lightly around her wineglass. Then, with a breath, she looked up... shoulders straightening as if shedding a skin.

"I wanted...," she said, the words clear and quietly defiant. "I came here... hoping to have sex. It's been so long. I wanted to feel something I hadn't let myself feel in years. I wanted to be touched. I wanted to be filled. I wanted a man... inside me."

Rayna straightened. Her spine rose like a steel rod wrapped in silk. Her voice strengthened.

"I came here wanting to feel something I haven't in years. Something I almost forgot how to ask for."

She looked at Frank, then at Tom, then Bobbi.

"I wanted to be touched. Desired. I wanted to be fucked."

Frank's lips parted slightly, the tips of his ears reddening.

Tom blinked. "Who are you, and what did you do with my friend, Ray?" He started to smile, but Raynna's serious gaze stifled it.

"I'm right here, Tom," she replied. "I'm right here."

And then, without ceremony, she rose. Her sarong slid from her shoulders. She stood in just her red panties... tall, bronze, radiant. Palms forward. Backlit by the dimming sky like a figure from some pagan scripture. Holy and entirely, unashamedly human.

Her chair slid back, scraping the deck. Picking up a steak knife, she severed the straps to her panties with a flourish. They pooled at her feet. Rayna stood, naked before them, serene but powerful... like a modern icon of the Virgin Mary with a wicked secret.

Frank's breath caught. Tom forgot how to swallow. Bobbi sipped her wine and smiled like a proud sister.

You go, girl.

"Do you see me, Tom?" Rayna asked, voice low and resonant.

I can't go back to silence. Not after this. I've hidden behind the cloth, behind the titles. But this is me. All of me. If they don't see it, then I'll burn the veil myself.

"Look at me... all of you... see me. I stand naked before you and my Creator. I have nothing to hide, I am Dr. Sister Rayna Simons. The woman beneath the habit. I'm not afraid anymore. Not of being seen. Not of being wanted. Not of being alive. I am not broken. I am not impure. If God made us in Their image, then that means all of me. I am sacred and carnal. I can still worship the divine... even when I'm kneeling in pleasure. I am whole again."

Tom slowly stood and reached out, taking her hand with something between awe and reverence. "I see you, Ray. And you're... incredible."

Bobbi grinned. "I am woman, hear me roar."

Rayna laughed, eyes sparkling. "And I've almost forgotten how to be one."

Rayna turned to Frank and stepped closer, her eyes fixed on his.

"Francis Hollis," she said, raising her glass again. "One last confession. I've spent weeks... weeks... haunted by thoughts of you. I'd lie in bed, night after night, replaying that day by the pool... when you wore that tiny suit. You... your voice, your laugh, that devastatingly hot body... invaded my thoughts like a storm. You didn't know it, but you changed something in me that day."

"Amen," Bobbi murmured. "Say it, sister."

Rayna shot Bobbi a smile, before her gaze returned to Frank. Her voice lowered, warm and unapologetic.

"You walked into my dreams. My hands couldn't keep up with what I imagined. I pictured you pressing me to the tile, your cock inside me, stretching me wide, making me scream your name until my throat was raw. There were nights I'd wake up soaked between my thighs, grinding into my sheets like a needy whore, panting your name. I'd imagine your cock buried deep in me, pinning me down, splitting me wide open while you whispered filth into my ear... telling me how tight I was, how good I felt, how you'd never let me come unless I begged."

Her eyes burned as she spoke.

"In my dreams, Francis, you fucked me raw. Bent over counters. On the floor. In the chapel. You'd take me with my robe still on, one hand choking me, the other gripping my hips while your cock hammered inside me. And I'd love it. I'd come over and over like a woman starved. Because I was. I'd wake soaked, pulsing, aching."

She stepped closer.

"And when you finally fucked me on this table... when you filled me..." Her voice faltered, rich with memory, "When I felt you stretch me open and drive that thick, beautiful cock all the way in... Jesus, it was like lightning struck my spine. You filled me so deep I felt it in my throat. You made me scream. You made me come so hard I nearly blacked out. I've never been taken like that. Not even close."

She smiled now... soft, stunned, grateful.

"It wasn't just good. It was ruinous. Your cock split me open like truth from a sermon. You didn't just slide inside me, Frank. You ripped me out of my old life. You weren't just a man to me. You were Arthur. And I was the stone... Or maybe the sword. You drew me out, held me up. Revealed me, never to be locked in that cold dead rock again."

She drew a breath, letting the silence hold it.

"You weren't just the object of desire. You were the rupture. The sacred intrusion. The part of me I buried in shame and duty. And when you touched me... You resurrected her. Not Sister Rayna. Not the researcher. But me. The woman I left behind."

"I thought I lost her. But she was only sleeping. You woke her up, Francis. And now she's hungry."

Frank sat still, lips parted, the look in his eyes unguarded and wet.

Rayna looked between them, lifting her chin. "And I'm glad your parents were called away. Not because of your grandmother... but because I needed this space. This freedom. We all did."

Rayna's eyes shimmered. The call of a lone loon echoed from the lake, filling the silence.

Frank exhaled, a shaky laugh escaping."Well, Tom wouldn't have been here anyway. My dad would've thrown his ass out the minute he saw that Bears shirt."

The group erupted with laughter.

Rayna smiled and nodded slowly. "I'm doubly glad Ted's not here. Because, Frank, it wasn't just you. You were the first spark... but not the only fire."

She turned to Tom.

"And you..." she said softly.

He looked startled. Almost boyish.

Rayna leaned over and kissed Tom's hand. "I think I freaked you out."

"A little," Tom admitted. "But in a good way."

Rayna's smile softened. "When I saw you on the driveway, you looked at me like you'd never seen me before. Like I was something new. Not the Sister. Me. You weren't judging. You weren't afraid. You weren't trying to look away. You just... saw me."

"And in that moment, I saw myself through your eyes. Not as a nun. Not as some vessel of restraint. I saw the way your gaze lingered on my breasts, my thighs, the way your breath hitched. It wasn't sin. It was hunger. Reverent, beautiful hunger."

Her voice dropped lower. "And I felt it deep, hot, inside me. Like something dormant just... flared awake."

She brushed her thumb over his wrist.

"For the first time, I saw you, too... not just as a colleague, but as a man. A kind, good man... and a beautiful one. I saw something else, desire... and something stiff in your pants. I knew then I wanted you in my bed. I wanted you between my legs."

Tom's breath hitched.

"You remember right after we arrived?" she asked. "Francis had brought us to our rooms."

Tom nodded slowly.

"I thought I needed to ask you a question... But now... I know something else drove me to your room. I didn't knock. I just... walked in."

Bobbi smirked behind her glass. Frank blinked. Rayna smiled.

"You were stroking yourself," she said without flinching. "Hard. Slick. Whispering something I couldn't hear. But I knew."

Tom flushed, his voice a rasp. "I didn't know you... "

"I didn't care," she cut in gently. "I wanted to see. I wanted to know what it felt like to stop denying myself."

She moved toward him now, slow and smooth.

"I stripped. I took you in my mouth. You were so hard, hot. You tasted of need. I climbed on top of you. I didn't ask permission. I just took your cock inside me."

Her breath caught.

"And God, it felt so good. You filled me like I'd been waiting for years. Every thrust opened something locked tight. I rode you hard. I came with you deep inside me. You put me on my back, bent me in half and buried yourself deep. I felt your seed fill me, then you painted my belly and my breasts with your cum, and I didn't flinch. I wanted to wear you. To be marked."

Tom's breath trembled. His lips parted to speak, but no words came.

She lowered herself, knelt before him. She lay her hands on his thighs.

"You opened the first door, Tom. You didn't even know it. That moment was pure instinct. Animal. Needed. But it reminded me that I am still here. That I am still a woman."

She leaned closer, her voice a whisper. Her hands slid up under the legs of his shorts and gripped his shaft.

"I saw the way your pants tightened when I stepped out of the car. The way your voice dropped when you said my name. You didn't just see me, Tom... you wanted me. And I've never been looked at like that without shame."

Her eyes searched his.

"I wanted to kiss you right there in the gravel."

Tom's eyes flickered. "I wanted you too, Ray. I just... didn't think I had permission."

"You didn't need it," she whispered, voice like silk drawn across bare skin. "You already had it."

Bobbi smiled behind her glass, glowing with quiet pride.

Rayna stood again, circled the table, and came to Bobbi.

She took her hands and gently pulled her to her feet.

They embraced, their hands sliding over each other's naked flesh. Their kiss was slow, lush, deep... the kind of kiss given with gratitude and reverence. When it broke, their foreheads met. Rayna's voice fell to a hush meant for lovers.

"And you... Dr. Bobbi Baxter... You didn't just see me. You unlocked me. With your insight. Your wickedness. Your light. You're like fire and mirrors... terrifying and brilliant. You stripped the shame from me like a second skin. And I've never felt more beautiful."

"When you made love to me, You fingers, your lips, your tongue. You didn't just make me cum, you help me feel again. You made me brave enough to want. You saw through every layer I had. You didn't just undress me... you undid me."

Bobbi smiled, lips tingling. "You were always in there. I just helped you dig her out."

"You gave me space to burn. You let me be sacred and filthy, and never once looked away. I'll never forget that."

She turned back to the group, lifting her glass high.

"I was never lost," Rayna said, voice clear and bright. "I just buried myself beneath rules. But this weekend... with all of you... I found the woman I used to be. The one I thought I'd buried for good."

She raised her glass higher.

"To sex that makes you weep... To truths that leave you trembling... To love, in every form it takes."

They raised their glasses and drank.

In the silence that followed, the lonely call of a loon on Lower Genesee Lake was the only thing louder than their hearts.

Something had shifted between them. They weren't just connected now.

They were bound.

They were witnesses.

-- Chapter 5: Communion of Fire

"In your flame I found my shape, and burned gladly into form..."

"I told them everything. Not because I had to... but because I wanted them to know exactly what I was made of."

-- Frank Hollis

Bobbi leaned her head against Rayna's shoulder, grinning. "Well, I think that's the sexiest sermon I've ever heard."

Rayna laughed. "And the most naked."

Tom raised his glass and squinted at it. "I think my wine's empty. Or maybe I just drank it too fast trying to keep up with the emotional whiplash."

Frank stretched, smiling. "Pretty sure I just got converted. Do we take communion now or later?"

Bobbi giggled. "Oh, you already did, sweetheart. Twice. On the deck."

They all burst out laughing.

Rayna wiped a tear from the corner of her eye... laughter or leftover emotion, she wasn't sure.

"God," she said, exhaling, "I don't know whether to cry again or hump the chair."

"Why not both?" Bobbi offered. "But don't knock over the table, these wine glasses are expensive."

Their laughter spilled into the warm night, gentle and free, like the air had been cleared of something heavy and ancient.

We earned this.

It was communion of its own kind... equal parts truth, tenderness, and wine.

As the quiet settled back in, Tom leaned forward, eyes soft with curiosity.

"Bobbi... what prompted you to push us? I mean, I take responsibility for everything I did. But... what made you start it?"

Bobbi drained her glass. Frank poured her another.

"You know, like you said earlier... this day wasn't anything like I expected." Her eyes lingered on Frank as she continued. "I came here to talk about Pine Run. Maybe unwind for a few days. But I was also curious to meet the man behind the weekly updates. I'd been corresponding with Ted, but I could tell he wasn't writing those."

She sipped. "Once I confirmed it was Frankie, I knew I had to meet him."

"Why?" Rayna asked.

Bobbi's gaze softened. "After my AI flagged him as the true author, I reread every one of those emails. They weren't just informative... they were insightful. They didn't just relay data, they translated it. Simplified it without dumbing it down. That's a rare talent. Especially in a twenty-one-year-old."

"Twenty-two," Frank corrected with a crooked smile.

Bobbi grinned. "Twenty-two, then. Anyway, I went deeper. I pulled his assignments. His papers. Everything I could access. And some of it... Frankie, it was beyond undergraduate. It was better than a lot of doctoral work I've read."

Frank blinked. "You read all my stuff?"

"Your school work. And... a few emails," Bobbi admitted, licking her lower lip. "Frank... my AI... when he started going off the rails... flagged some of the mail we'd fed him. They were from that girl who kept sending you... very enthusiastic content. She was young, right? Tiny. Maybe five feet tall? Jen?"

Frank's jaw clenched. "Yeah."

"She had a body made to break hearts. Big eyes, flat stomach, long blonde hair... and a tight little ass you just know would bounce if you spanked it." Bobbi's voice dipped, sultry and slow. "I didn't mean to stare. But damn. She sent you some serious material."

She glanced at Rayna and Tom. Rayna was biting her lip. Tom's fingers had wandered toward his lap.

"One set of photos... she was naked on her bed, thighs wide, two fingers deep inside herself, gripping her tit with the other hand. Her pussy was shaved, smooth, flushed, slick. Practically pleading. And that smirk... she knew what she was doing. She knew exactly what she wanted."

And I knew what I wanted looking at it.

"Another set, she was bent over a chair, ass arched high, pussy glistening, gaping... already used. Dripping. Some guy's cum running down her thighs. Then the video... she's bouncing on a dildo, pulling her nipple so hard they stretched like taffy. Moaning like a porn star. Eyes rolled back as she came again and again."

A long beat.

"I was wet halfway through the second photo set. By the video, I had two fingers in myself at my desk. I'd locked my door, panties shoved aside, switched to my dildo. I rode it as she rode hers. Covered my mouth to keep from screaming. I came so hard I had to wipe down my chair."

Frank swallowed hard.

Rayna's voice was low, sexy, "You keep a dildo in your office?"

"Of course," Bobbi grinned. "Don't you?"

Rayna's lips turned up in a wry grin, "I will now..."

"I didn't read your emails, but I checked to see if you responded. You didn't," Bobbi said, voice softening, "I wondered why."

"She was stalking me," Frank muttered. "I wasn't interested."

Rayna leaned forward. "Did you ever...?"

Frank looked away. Then nodded.

"Last November. Party at Rod's house. One of those all-out, late term, trashcan kind of nights. You all know what that is?"

They nodded.

"She kept showing up wherever I was. Innocent at first. She was cute, it was fun. I had hoped to hook up that night, it'd been a while. But I knew she'd come with a boyfriend, so I kept my hands off. But, later... She pressed up against me, told me she was horny. Said it like it was a problem I could solve. I tried to keep my distance. But she was... persistent."

"Smart boy," Bobbi purred.

Frank smirked faintly.

"The party was winding down, most people had left. But the ones who stayed... got louder. Wilder. Someone turned up the music. Lights dimmed, strobe lights flashed, grinding replaced dancing. The living room... a mosh pit. There was this young, first year English professor there... Dr. Misty Muffin."

"Misty Muffin?" Bobbi cackled. "That's not real."

"Swear to God... twenty-seven, first-year English instructor. Five-foot-five, razor-straight black hair, black lipstick, nails like claws. Black crop top so tight her tits looked shrink-wrapped, a skirt so short I could see the curve of her ass when she moved, and shredded fishnets that clung to her thighs like a promise. Full-on emo slut fantasy. She owned her name... 'Doc Muff'... and she dared anyone to say it.

"She came up to me and pressed her ass against my crotch... grinding slow, deliberate, like she wanted to pull the cum out of me with friction alone. Music, loud, no warning. Just heat. I stiffened instantly. She felt it. Knew it. Smirked."

"Then she spun around, eyes locked on mine, dark and hungry. She grabbed my wrists, hard, and slammed my hands onto her tits. No bra... just soft flesh and nipples stiff as thorns beneath that tiny black crop top. She moaned, loud and shameless, drawing a few glances from the room. I didn't care. I squeezed. Harder than I meant to. She arched into it like she wanted more."

"Her nails scraped down my forearms, wicked and possessive, and then her hand slid between us. She palmed me through my jeans, fingers curling around the thick outline of my cock like she already owned it. Her breath hitched... not shy, not surprised... just satisfied. Her grin said 'mine.' Her hand slid into the front of my jeans, fingers wrapping around my stiff shaft. Grasping, squeezing. She smiled as she felt my pre-cum on her fingers. I throbbed, moaned, my balls ached."

Rayna moaned, Bobbi cooed..

"Then she kissed me... no hesitation, no sweetness. Mouth open, tongue hot, her teeth catching my bottom lip and tugging until I groaned into her. And just as fast, she was gone... vanishing into the pulsing crowd like smoke, leaving my cock aching and my brain short-circuited."

Frank exhaled.

Rayna bit her lip.

"I went to refill my drink. Jen followed me. Cornered me in the kitchen. We kissed... sloppy, hot. I felt feral... aroused... turned on. I picked her up, sat her on the counter, kissed her hard, my hands under her shirt. I didn't care that she had a boyfriend, my heart pounded in my head. Her legs wrapped around me, grinding her hot mound into my cock. Throbbed in my jeans, so hard it hurt. She pulled me into the laundry room. Stripped fast. She was soaked before I touched her. She dropped to her knees, I dropped my jeans... she gasped when my cock sprung out at her face."

"I can't imagine why..." Bobbi and Rayna giggled together.

"She grabbed on with both hands and stroked me. Jen groaned as her lips stretched over my head. She sucked me like her life depended on it. Small mouth, tiny throat... but she forced me deep, gagged. Deepthroated me until she choked, eyes watering, mascara running, spit and pre-cum everywhere. She didn't stop. Tears streamed down her face. She kept stroking what she couldn't swallow, tongue swirling like she wanted to milk my soul through the head."

Rayna whimpered. Bobbi licked her lips.

"She massaged my balls. I grabbed her hair and fucked her mouth. I came... hard... down her throat. Weeks of built-up tension. I filled her mouth several times, and she swallowed every drop. Smiled with cum still glistening on her lips."

Bobbi shivered.

"She turned, bent over the dryer, pulled her panties to the side. I licked her. She tasted like sex and someone else's cum. I didn't care."

Frank paused.

Rayna inhaled sharply.

"I shoved into her bare and deep. She screamed. Told me to fuck her hard and fast. So I did. Her pussy gripped me like a fist, soaking everything. She kept cumming. Loud. Sloppy. People peeked in. I didn't stop. Her feet were off the floor, face down on the dryer, holding on and crying out as I plunged into her. I had never felt such raw lust before."

Bobbi's brows rose. But she didn't interrupt.

Jesus, Frankie. I want that version of you. Animal. Unfiltered.

His eyes darkened.

"Then a classmate of mine... Sarah... sweet, shy... a minister's daughter... She opened the door, watched us, then walked in, closing the door behind her. Always prim, perfect, usually buttoned-up. She watched us... Wide-eyed. Silent. Eyes filled with desire, she slowly stripped. I was stunned, never in a million years... Her brown hair cascaded over her shoulders, naked skin, flush with excitement. Her full breasts, high and firm, her brown bush, damp and matted. She moved behind me, pressed her naked flesh into mine. Hard nipples pressing into my back. Sarah's hands moved over my hips, cupped my balls, gripped the base of my shaft. She moved her hips with mine, pumping into Jen. Her hands slid up my torso, pulling off my shirt."

Bobbi mewed, Rayna sighed, Tom smiled.

"Sarah kissed and nibbled my shoulders before climbing onto the washer and spread her legs as she watched. Her foot traced up my leg, rubbed my balls while she played with her pussy. She whispered filthy things. Then pushed two fingers in, then three... then her whole hand."

Rayna moaned. Bobbi's eyes locked on Frank's lap.

"She told me to cum inside Jen. Said she wanted to taste me next. Moaned loud enough to echo. She plunged her hand in up to her wrist and came. That's when Jen started to cum again."

Rayna let out a moan and slid her fingers between her thighs.

God, I'm wet again.

"I couldn't hold back. Jen was spasming, soaked, crying out. I grabbed her hips and fucked her through it. I came inside her. Deep. Hard. Slammed my cock into her with each release. Her pussy milking me, convulsing. "

Bobbi was breathless.

"Then she dragged me out to the living room. Our clothes left behind, me naked, she in panties. Her boyfriend sat on the couch, hand down his pants. She shoved me beside him. I didn't care. She wanted me to fuck her again... in front of him."

"What happened to the girl on the washer?" Rayna whispered.

"Rod's roommate stepped in. Pulled out his cock. Fucked her. She screamed for it."

Rayna whimpered. Bobbi didn't move... just stared.

"In the living room, it was Girls Gone Wild. Most of the women topless. All the guys were. Jen danced naked, kissed Doc Muff, she kissed back. They made out in the middle of the living room. Jen took off Doc's crop top. Doc fondled Jen's breasts. Jen licked Doc's small dark nipples until she moaned. Some guy removed Doc's skirt, Jen came back to the couch. She pulled off her boyfriend's pants and sucked him off."

Frank's voice deepened.

"She moaned around his cock. Deepthroated him. Everyone watched her, she performed for the crowd. Gagged. Took him deep until he erupted. He came fast... his cock pulsing in her throat. She swallowed part of it, then stroked the rest out across her chest. Smiling, laughing as she wiped cum from her lips. The crowd clapped and cheered."

Rayna moaned, her fingers sliding through her folds. Tom groaned, his dick twitching in his shorts.

"Is this how all your parties go at UW Madison?" Bobbi asked with a grin.

"No, never..." Frank said. "Rod admitted later that he had spiked the trashcan with some Molly around 11 when the party was starting to wind down."

"That'll do it..." Bobbi laughed. One hand on her breast, the other on her mound. "What happened next?"

"I looked up. Doc Muff was giving a lap dance to some grad student. His jeans around his ankles. Her panties soaked, grinding against his cock. The head, purple, strained, leaking. The Doc's eyes filled with lust, her expression, ecstasy. Her teardrop breasts bare, she pinched her hard nipples as she slid her panty clad mound over the length of his shaft."

"She mounted me on the couch. Jen. Straddled me in front of her boyfriend. In front of everyone My cock still slick with her and me. She slid down on it with a moan that silenced the room. Every eye was on us. She rode me like she owned me. Groaned with each bounce. Told me to cum in her again. Told me she wanted to get pregnant while her boyfriend watched. Wanted me to fill her. "

Rayna gasped, eyes wild.

"Two girls were sixty-nining on the rug. Rod was fucking a girl over a chair. A couple of guys were jacking off. Doc Muff knelt between the grad student's legs, sucking him. Her panties pushed aside. Fingers on her clit. She sucked him. Fast. Deep. Aggressive. Her bare tits bounced as she pumped him with her throat. When he came, she gagged on the first spurt, then pulled off... his thick cum sprayed across her cheeks, her lips, her tits."

Rayna was panting. Bobbi's eyes flicked between the two men... both fully hard now, thick outlines pressing against damp terry cloth.

"Then one of the guys jacking off knelt behind her. Yanked her panties down. She looked back, smirked, said, 'Fuck me good.' And he did. Hard. She grabbed the grad student's legs, cried out, started cumming."

Then..."

Frank's voice rasped.

"Jen said she'd let her boyfriend eat my cum out of her."

Bobbi moaned softly.

"I lost it. Jen was grinding, screaming. Her pussy convulsed. Her words garbled as she came again. I was throbbing. Couldn't hold back. Came deep inside her. Her boyfriend came too, standing beside us, spraying both of us with his load. She just laughed. Like it was Christmas."

Rayna, naked, moved quietly to Tom, pulling down his terry cloth shorts to reveal his thick, uncut cock.

Rayna took Tom into her mouth just as Bobbi dropped between Frank's legs, sliding her hands under the waistband of his terry shorts and pulling them down. His cock sprang free... thick, circumcised, already swollen with anticipation. Bobbi's eyes lit up.

God, he's even harder than before. He needs this. I need this.

She wrapped her fingers around the base and kissed the leaking tip, smearing his precum across her lips like gloss before sucking him into her mouth with a slow, reverent pull.

Frank groaned and leaned back in the chair, eyes fluttering shut. "Fuck, Bobbi..."

Rayna had Tom's cock fully exposed now, her fingers gently drawing back his foreskin as she admired the way his head gleamed in the soft light. She leaned in and ran her tongue along the underside, savoring the contrast of texture and warmth. Then, smoothly, she took him into her mouth, hollowing her cheeks, sinking down until he nudged the back of her throat.

Tom's breath hitched. "Oh... Christ, Ray..."

The men sat, shirts long gone, shorts discarded, bare now beneath the stars and the soft chirping of cicadas. The women kneeled before them, mouths wrapped around thick, needy cocks, heads bobbing in unison.

Bobbi moaned softly around Frank's shaft, her hands stroking the base while her mouth took him deeper and deeper with each pass. His length stretched her throat and she reveled in the fullness, in the way he twitched against her tongue.

Rayna moaned around Tom's cock as well, eyes watering slightly as she pushed herself deeper, spit leaking from her lips as she held him in place, breathing through her nose and letting the sound of his groans guide her.

Frank's fingers tangled in Bobbi's hair. "God, you suck cock like you were born for it..."

She pulled off with a wet gasp and grinned up at him. "I love it. Especially yours."

Then she stood, slid her panties down her legs, and mounted him in a single, fluid motion... her soaked pussy swallowing his cock inch by thick inch.

"FUCK," she cried out, her body trembling as he filled her.

Rayna straddled Tom as well, positioning him and then sinking slowly onto his cock, gasping as his length parted her folds and stretched her deep.

"Sweet Jesus... I like this feeling."

Tom cupped her ass. "You feel amazing, Ray..."

She began to ride him with slow, rolling hips, every motion drawing a moan from deep in her chest. Her breasts bounced with every thrust, nipples stiff in the night air.

Bobbi was bouncing now... harder, faster... her hands on Frank's shoulders, her head tilted back in ecstasy as her soaked heat clenched around him.

He's so deep... he's splitting me... I don't want it to stop.

She leaned forward and kissed him, tongue hot and messy, fucking him with her mouth as much as her pussy.

Rayna whimpered, bracing on Tom's shoulders, increasing her rhythm until her thighs shook. "I'm... Tom... I'm gonna... oh lord... "

Her body seized. Her breath caught. Her entire cunt clenched around him in a series of tight, fluttering spasms as her orgasm exploded through her. "YES... God... yes... I'm coming...!"

She kept riding him, letting it build again immediately, her moans rising as she chased the next climax.

Bobbi was slamming down onto Frank's cock now, riding him hard and desperate, propelling herself to another orgasm.

"I'm so close... fuck... yes... Frankie, right there... don't stop... don't stop...!"

Her body jerked as her orgasm hit... full-body, shaking, spine arching as she screamed his name. "FRANKIE... oh fuck... yes, YES...!"

Her cunt clamped down around his cock, soaking him, milking him. She kept moving, insatiable.

Rayna's next orgasm came like a wave... wet, urgent, breathless. "Oh lord... I'm... Tom... UHH.. You're going to make... YES... yes!"

Tom held on tight, thrusting up into her as she came, feeling her cum gush around him, hot and messy.

"I need you inside," she gasped. "I want to feel it... give it to me."

Tom growled. "I'm gonna cum..."

He thrust harder, deeper, then let go with a deep groan, his cock pulsing inside her as he came... thick, hot ropes of cum spilling into her fluttering pussy.

Rayna moaned at the sensation, rocking on him, milking him with every twitch. "Lord... yes... fill me..."

Bobbi was right behind them. She panted, trembling, looking into Frank's eyes. "Cum for me. I want it. I want every drop inside me."

Frank growled, gripped her hips, and slammed upward into her with hard, punishing thrusts.

"Bobbi... fuck... I'm...!"

He exploded inside her... long, deep pulses of cum shooting into her aching cunt. She cried out again as she came with him, her pussy clutching him, milking him for every ounce.

Their bodies locked together as they shook through it, breathless, drenched, dizzy with release.

And then... finally... stillness.

Breathless.

Sacred.

Bodies slick with sweat and seed and something holy.

Only their breathing, and the gentle lapping of the lake filled the silence.

Bobbi laughed softly against Frank's chest. "Communion complete."

Rayna kissed Tom.

Frank held Bobbi close.

And the night wrapped around them.

Both women remained seated on their men, filled, throbbing, twitching. Their thighs slick with sweat and cum.

Slowly, lovingly, they lifted off.

Bobbi slid down Frank's legs, licking her lips as she knelt. She took his softening cock into her mouth, cleaned him slowly, savoring the taste of herself and his cum.

Rayna did the same to Tom, licking him clean, swallowing every last drop with a satisfied hum.

When the men were spent and clean, the women rose, skin flushed and glowing, and reclaimed their seats.

They reached for their wine again.

Then, as if nothing had just happened, Bobbi lifted her wine glass.

"Yes. But what impressed me," she said calmly, breath just slightly uneven, "was how you didn't engage. You didn't reply with dick pics or play into it."

"She was stalking me," Frank said again, quieter.

Rayna grinned, "I'm not surprised, you fucked her twice..."

Tom finally chuckled. "So... you sent dick pics to someone else?"

Frank groaned. "NO."

They all laughed.

Bobbi, eyes glimmering again... less from lust now and more from something tender... spoke softly. "You're brilliant, Frankie. Not all your professors know it. But I do."

"You were attracted to him..." Rayna said, studying her.

"No... yes... I don't know." Bobbi looked at Frank, her voice going quieter. "I've been intrigued... attracted by other brilliant minds before. But Frankie was different. Even before I met him. Maybe it was that chicks naughty pics that triggered something. But I felt a growing anticipation as this weekend approached. I put it off to taking a much needed vacation..."

Bobbi's gaze shifted around the table.

When I walked into the house this morning and saw him standing there..."

She exhaled slowly.

"He's tall, dark, and handsome. That didn't hurt." Her lips turned up slightly. "Nor did the bulge twitching in his shorts..."

"I know that feeling," Rayna grinned.

Bobbi nodded, "Yeah, but it wasn't just that."

Her voice softened further.

"It was how he looked at me... like I wasn't just a professor or a body. He was surprised at first, like most people. But once he saw Sam, my suitcase, he looked at me differently. Like he saw me, without expectation. Without fear. There was no game in his eyes. Just curiosity... and maybe a little awe."

"He listened. He wanted to understand. Not just the facts. Me."

"Well, until I took off my jacket..." Bobbi laughed. "Then he stared at my tits."

"I know that feeling," Tom chuckled, parroting Rayna.

Bobbi shook her head.

She turned to him fully. "Frankie... What we shared this morning... what I felt. That wasn't just sex. That was... something more... something dangerous. In the best way."

Frank nodded, his voice low. "I felt it too."

"You fell in..." Tom began.

"... Love," Rayna whispered.

Bobbi hesitated. "I'm not saying that word yet. Not until I'm sure. But something started between us. Something I won't pretend isn't real."

Tom tilted his head. "Then how could you let... all that happen? With me, Rayna, Frank...?"

"Oh," A mischievous grin rose on Bobbi's full lips. "You mean the body shots? Sex on the deck? It was all good fun, wasn't it? I think we all needed to let our hair down a little."

"Yes... but..."

Bobbi seductivly licked her lips, "That's a different thing. It was..."

"Ow!" Rayna slapped her thigh. "Mosquito."

"Damn. It's that time," Frank said, standing. He pulled a cord from one post and a screen began to lower around them.

"Tom, get the other side?" he called.

Tom moved to help, lowering the remaining screens. Frank flipped a switch. A soft buzz lit the perimeter as the bug zappers hummed to life.

"That should do it," Frank said, returning to the table. "But there may be a few stowaways."

Bobbi stood, lifting her glass and draining it with a flourish. "Let's fire up the hot tub. I'll make a fresh batch of margaritas."

"Great idea," Rayna said, rising. "I'll help."

"Tom, give me a hand with the top?" Frank asked, heading toward the tub.

As the screens sealed the deck and the sky melted into purple velvet, the last of the sunlight lit their bare skin like stained glass.

Four bodies.

Four souls.

Changed by the day.

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