Chapter 14: Fair Play

Sarah came back with her guitar and pulled up a chair, facing the guests. I moved to a spot facing her and sat on the floor, crossing my legs. One by one, the guests found seats, some on the carpeted floor like me, and some on the chairs and couches. Mark was on a couch, with Kathy on his lap cuddling with him. She had her arm around his neck, her head resting on his shoulder. She really looked like a little cat; her 5'7" frame a warm and loving bundle in Mark's protective embrace. He was gently caressing her back as they exchanged loving looks, lost in their own world. It was apparent that both of them had missed each other and both looked happy and content.

Good for you, Sis.

After tuning the strings, Sarah was ready. She gave a small smile to me and started singing. Man, was she good! I had forgotten how pure her voice was. I wasn't the only one feeling like that. For half an hour, she enthralled everybody with the clarity of her voice and her handling of the guitar, before taking a short break. Even though the guests were all friends and acquaintances, the applause and cheering were genuine. Once again, I couldn't help but wonder why she never turned professional. During the break, I asked her about it.

"I owe your sister big time, Mitch. My parents tried to tell me, but I wouldn't listen. Kathy, however, convinced me to continue my studies. I was too young. If I had turned professional at the time, I would have botched it up. Now, I really enjoy med school and I want to finish it first. After that I might reconsider, maybe as a part-time thing. I really want to be a doctor. Music is fun, but I'm not sure if it would continue to be fun if I turned professional," she said.

After the break, she did the last part of her recital. The songs were a collection of various genres: ballads, country, pop, rock--from various singers and bands like Joan Baez, Anne Murray, John Denver, Kenny Rogers, Randy Crawford, Neil Young, Leonard Cohen, Scorpions, and many others.

While Sarah was singing Almaz, an old song from Randy Crawford, I noticed she was keeping her eyes on Mark and Kathy. She had a look of adoration in her eyes. Curious, I turned to see what was going on. I saw Mark brushing tears from Kathy's eyes, and kiss her forehead and top of her head a few times. For a moment I wondered what was wrong, before I realized Kathy was just being emotional. When the song was ending, Kathy raised her head and they shared a long, sensual kiss.

After Kathy, it was my turn, but I didn't know it. Towards the end of her recital, Sarah sang Lady in Red, the only Chris de Burgh song in her repertoire. I was lost in her voice, feeling very relaxed. When she started singing that piece, I couldn't resist the pull of the memories and instead of fighting them, I let them take me on a short journey. It wasn't an uneasy experience, as it had been a year ago with Pops at the rig. This time, it was a remembrance of happier moments. But, melancholy and longing were still mixed with it.

Sarah sang a couple more songs before ending her recital, and I went to the dining room in search of something strong. I had enjoyed the recital, but I wanted to get a bit of a buzz. Locating a bottle of vodka, I filled up a glass mixing it with orange juice. Then I went to the kitchen to get some ice. Sarah found me in the kitchen busy filling the empty ice maker. I returned the ice maker to the freezer and stirred the ice cubes in my glass before taking a sip. It was strong, but that was what I needed after the short trip down memory lane.

"You know, I forgot to ask what your favorite song was, before the recital," she said.

When my eyes returned to her face from the glass of vodka, I saw her eyes were searching my face.

"Sarah, it was great. I enjoyed your selection. But more than that, I enjoyed your singing."

"Why were you--" she stopped, as if changing her mind at the last minute, and switched to something else. "You saw Kathy and Mark, when I was singing Almaz?"

She had a quizzical look in her eyes and I wondered what she was planning to ask. "Sarah, what was it you wanted to know?"

"Nothing," she replied, quickly. "You saw Kathy and Mark..."

"Yeah, I saw them." I was still wondering what was running in her mind, what she had been planning to ask. "Sarah, I can see you have something in your mind, and I got the feeling you wanted to ask something. Are we not friends?"

With a resigned sigh, she said, "It's... I just thought you reacted to one of the songs, but I wasn't sure if you liked it or hated it."

"I told you I loved your selection, Sarah," I replied, with a reassuring smile.

"I didn't want to pry," she said. Her voice was soft, but colored with something I couldn't identify. She reached and caressed my cheek, making me close my eyes, and give in to her gentle touch. I opened my eyes, and took hold of her hand, kissing her palm, getting a fond smile.

"Was it their song?" I asked.

"Kathy's favorite, but Mark loves it also. Sometimes, your sister can get pretty emotional," she answered with an emotional timber in her voice.

"Yeah, I noticed. Mark seems to take good care of her."

Her face lit up with joy, and she said, "Yes, he does." It was easy to see she was happy for Kathy, reminding me how close they were. Moving in, she pulled me for a kiss, rubbing her body to mine. "Mitch, may I..." she started, but collecting herself she stopped herself before asking what she wanted to ask.

I raised an eyebrow, questioning.

She hesitantly asked, "May I take care of you, tonight?"

She was having an effect on me, and I had not forgotten her earlier remarks. I still remembered how I had lusted after her when I was young. Grown up, she was really something. I was starting something (perhaps a relationship) with Dana, and I loved her, but I found myself lusting after Sarah. I was hungry for the physical contact as much as love. What's more, I didn't want to be bothered by the past. Not tonight. I wanted to free myself from the melancholy that I felt a while ago. I examined my feelings. I wanted Sarah. It was going to be casual. No different than other times with other girls, although I had known Sarah much longer. But Dana bothered me. I wasn't in a committed relationship with her, yet, but we were planning to get to know each other. Was it wrong to have some fun with Sarah? Was it cheating?

Sarah broke in to my thoughts. "You know, Kathy wants to take Mark to her place. Mark could take her to a hotel, but Kathy doesn't care for hotel rooms."

"So, you're suggesting, I should spend the night here? To help them out?" I asked, with a chuckle.

"What a swell idea," Sarah responded with a smile, but it was a measured smile, as if she was scared of going too far.

"You're wicked, you know that," I said, with a smile.

"I'm not wicked. I'm practical and horny. And I'm trying to help out," she responded. I could feel her lust, and she was trying to keep herself under control.

"You mean, help yourself?" I laughed, trying to put her at ease.

Seeing me laugh, she relaxed considerably, and retorted, "Well, it's not only me. I'm helping out you, Kathy and Mark as well."

Working her hand down to my crotch, rubbing my cock, she pulled me down for a kiss. I found myself responding to her attentions, kissing her back and rubbing my free hand on her side, massaging the outer swell of her tit. I was hard under her expert ministrations, and made up my mind. I liked her and lusted after her as a teenage boy. I was curious how she looked under her clothes. I wanted to know how her body would feel under mine. As she had said, here was a chance to live out a teenage fantasy.

When the kiss was over, I said, "You know, I'm a great believer in fair play."

When she heard that, her nostrils flared, and for a moment I thought she was going to have a go at me right there in the kitchen. She was steaming. She took a few deep breaths, trying to calm herself, then gave me a short kiss, her hand still busy rubbing my cock, over my jeans. Pulling back, she took my glass and put it aside.

"I don't want you drunk, Mitch. I never thought I would get the chance to live out my fantasies, and I don't want to miss out. Do you mind?"

Pulling her in, I pressed her body to my chest, trying to feel her tits. "I wouldn't miss it for the world, Sarah. I've lusted after you for a long time, too."

"Good. I hope I can hold out until the party is over."

"You waited longer than that Sarah. How difficult will it be to wait a few hours?"

"Very difficult, Mitch. It's always remained a fantasy. Now, it's a reality. God, I need to change. My panties are soaked," she replied, her breathing getting heavy.

"Do you need a hand?" I teased her mercilessly.

"In fact I do. I need to put in a tampon to keep my panties dry. You can help me with that. After all, you've seen how it's done," she retorted with a snort.

"You sure it's only a tampon you have in mind?"

"Yes, I'm sure. I want to save the other for later. It will be difficult but worth the wait."

Putting my arm around her waist, I said, "OK, lead the way."

"Lead the way?" she asked confused.

"Well, I don't want you to soak your panties."

"You serious?" she asked, surprised I would go ahead with what started as a teasing quip.

"Sure, Sarah. We can even use the bathroom to enact the whole episode. Do you really need to change your panties?"

"Oh, my God! I didn't, but now, I need to," she said, giggling like a school girl.

"We better use your bedroom. It will be more comfortable and private."

She led us through the living room to the short hallway. Her room was at the end of the corridor and there was a bathroom halfway. Before we passed the bathroom, the door opened and Kathy emerged. Seeing us headed in the direction of the bedroom, she gave a questioning look.

"I need to give a hand to Sarah with something. We'll catch you in a few minutes," I replied.

She almost bought my explanation, that is, until she caught sight of Sarah. Well, Kathy knew Sarah too well not to notice Sarah was on fire and we were up to something, and she didn't need a crystal ball to guess what that something might be. She raised her eyebrow, questioning, but I shook my head 'no, it's not what you think' manner.

I didn't think she bought it, but she replied, "OK, I'll see you later."

I caught her exchanging a brief look with Sarah, before she turned and headed for the living room. When we were inside Sarah's bedroom, she closed and locked the door.

"What was that, Sarah?" I asked.

"What was what?"

"The brief exchange between you and Kathy."

"It's nothing, Mitch."

"Come on, Sarah."

With resigned sigh, she moved in to caress my cheek, and put me at ease. Then she said, "Your sister loves both of us and she's trying to protect us. When I was talking with her, I told her about my teenage lust for you. She was concerned that I would get hurt, or that your current relationship might be affected. Mitch, I know you don't like it if Kathy interferes with your private life, but this isn't really interference. Please don't get angry with her, OK? She's a dear girl and she can't help herself sometimes. And you know she loves you very much. I don't have any siblings, but Kathy had been better than a sister. You know sisters are allowed a bit of latitude."

"She has lots of latitude," I replied, with a resigned sigh.

"Yes, you've given her lots of latitude, but she tries hard not to take advantage of that."

I nodded. Then something else occurred to my mind. "I'm not going to be the subject of your girl-to-girl talks, am I?" I asked.

"I'm generous with my grades, don't worry!" she teased.

"I wonder why that doesn't reduce my performance anxiety," I retorted.

"You think too much, Mitch. We'll have a great time. We lusted after each other too long. I don't think either of us is going to have any performance anxiety," she replied and pulled me in for a kiss.

Disengaging, she went to her wardrobe and got a clean panty and a small towel from a drawer. Rummaging in her dresser drawer, she took a tampon, then spread the small towel on the edge of the bed.

"It will be easier to put the tampon in if I lay down. I'm soaking wet and I don't want to leak on the comforter."

I moved her close to the edge of the bed, and took off her belt. Then I started undoing the buttons on her jeans. I could feel her excitement. Her breath was coming fast, in short gasps, heavy with arousal. After unbuttoning the last button, I knelt in front of her and asked her to hold onto my shoulders for support, before gently grabbing her ankles to remove her shoes one by one. She had shapely feet, with dainty toes. Taking hold of the waistband of her jeans, I pulled them down, as slowly as possible, teasing us both. I could smell her womanly scent. When the jeans cleared the crotch of her panties, I saw they were translucent from the wetness. She wasn't kidding when she said she was soaked. Once the jeans were on her ankles, I helped her out of them, and put them to the side, next to her shoes. When my gaze returned to her center, I could hear her breath catch with expectation. Leaning forward, I inhaled her heady fragrance. Her inner thighs were wet with her seeping juices.

Taking hold of her panties, I pulled them down with the same teasing slowness. I watched carefully the unveiling of her pussy. She had pale yellow pubic hair on top of her mons, neatly shaved in a triangle. Her clitoris was already out of its protective hood, and looked large. There was no hair to be seen around her vagina or the lips. I pulled the panties to her ankles and she stepped out of them. She moved to sit on the edge of the bed, but I gently cupped her ass cheeks, stopping her from sitting on the towel. Moving my hands to her legs, I nudged her to spread her legs. Taking the towel, I wiped her juices from her thighs. Putting the clean side of the towel on the bed, I took a closer look at her vagina. Her labia were thin, but swollen. I traced the outside of the lips with my finger, feeling for any signs of stubble, but found them to be baby smooth. It was obvious that she had shaved recently. I didn't have to wonder if she was hoping to get lucky. I knew she was watching me, so I looked around as if searching for something, then looked up at her.

"Looking for something?" she asked, her voice throaty, coming out as if she had difficulty talking.

"Yeah. I don't think the tampon will help much. We need to get the excess juices. Do you have something like a... vacuum cleaner?" I asked with a serious expression. She was so gone, it took a moment for my question to sink in. Before she could respond, I said, "No? Well, OK! Then I'll have to improvise."

With that I grabbed her ass cheeks firmly to keep her stationary and, leaning in, I quickly stabbed my tongue between the folds of her labia, giving a slow lick from bottom to top. She gave a small scream of surprise and stumbled back, but I caught her. As my tongue made its way towards the top of her vagina, I felt her leaking more juice, wetting my beard, so I returned to the bottom and dug my tongue deeper to collect them, making her moan. Her channel was flooded with her oils. She was not only a horny thing, but a very wet one. I locked my lips around her labia, while my tongue got busy in her channel. I wasn't going for finesse. I was trying to get her juice. My beard and moustache got soaked very quickly.

"Mmmm. You're delicious, Sarah."

My efforts were having an effect on her and I felt her legs shake. She was desperately trying to stay on her feet, holding on to my shoulders to keep her balance, even though I was supporting her with my hands on her ass cheeks. I ceased my efforts and stood up. When she felt me standing up, she opened her eyes. I could see she was far gone, trying to focus on my face. I gave her a soft kiss, letting her taste herself. As our kiss continued, she started shaking like a leaf and I was surprised by the intensity of her arousal. Her lust and need was palpable, running through her body like a forest fire, unstoppable.

Breaking the kiss, I softly said, "Sarah, baby. Calm down."

It took me several tries, before I could get her attention.

"Easy, baby. Take deep breaths... Yes... like that... one more time... yes..."

I realized, this little re-enactment of the embarrassing encounter from years ago had opened the flood-gates for all her pent up fantasies. She had waited too long, had lusted too much, and now, she was getting what she thought she would never experience. It had proven too much. I had an extremely horny girl in my hands, who was burning up with lust and going crazy with her need.

"God, I need you, Mitch. I need you to fuck me... Now! I can't wait... I'm burning..." she said, almost pleading; her words coming in a rush interrupted only by her panting.

I knew I had to get her off at least once if not twice before she could gather herself. Breaking the kiss, I gently caressed her cheeks to focus her attention on me. She was panting heavily and her eyes were unfocused, unseeing. I guided her to the bed and laid her down, with her ass on the edge.

"Please, Mitch. I need it," she whimpered.

"I'll take care of you, Sarah. Relax. Don't worry," I replied, and gave her a kiss. I kept caressing her face, watching her carefully, until she realized she was laying down on the bed, and I had her attention.

"Just close your eyes and enjoy, Sarah," I said and moved to a kneeling position. Holding her legs up and spreading them, I placed them on my shoulder. She was seeping her juices onto the towel and her clitoris was distended. Licking her from bottom to top, I hit directly on her clitoris with the bottom of my tongue, to get her off as fast as possible and take the edge off her need. That one touch was enough. She screamed, and I mean, she really screamed; the sound echoing from the walls of her room, and her hips lurched.

I locked my lips and gently sucked her clitoris, feeling her come like a freight train. She gave short, sharp screams, her hips shaking and her hands clutching my head, pulling me to her pussy. Before her clitoris got too sensitive, I dipped my tongue into the folds of her vagina and licked her inner lips, to keep her going. Once her orgasm was over, I switched between her labia, inner lips, and clitoris, while working a finger into her slick channel. I could feel the erratic fluttering from the aftershocks of her orgasm. Her channel was flooded with her juices, and I knew I could bring her again, while she was still hot. I worked a second finger in and stroked them together, while I worked on her clitoris. She responded with soft wails that turned into yelps and little screams each time I stroked with my fingers. I didn't dare try the 'ON' switch, as I was scared of the reaction I might get. Instead, I worked her to a second orgasm, stimulating her clitoris, while working her channel with my fingers.

A few minutes later, she gave another scream, this time softer, and had her second orgasm, wailing like a wounded animal. It wasn't as sharp as her first one, but it was a long one. She kept wailing and I was getting concerned whether she would breathe. Her body was shaking and trembling, her head whipping from side to side. Her hips kept lurching against my face, and her thighs tried to squeeze me. Then, her wail turned into moans and she started to gasp and pant. Her inner muscles kept fluttering and pumping her fluids, wetting my fingers and the towel under her ass. I brought her down gently, drawing out her pleasure and listening to her breathing. Her belly was contracting and I was sure she would feel sore from all that workout.

When it was over, I used the end of the towel to wipe my hand and chin, then went about cleaning her juices from her thighs and pussy. The part of the towel under her ass cheeks was soaking wet with her juices and I was sure the comforter had a stain. She had lost a lot of body fluids. That done, I sat next to her and caressed her face, watching her carefully. Her hair was tousled, but because it was cut short in an easy to keep style, it wasn't messed too badly. She had a fine sheen of sweat from all the thrashing she had done during her orgasms and her make up needed refreshing. Her skin had a pleasant glow. When she finally opened her eyes, they were soft and relaxed but, instead of the lethargy of an orgasm, her gray eyes were shining with a strange hue. The arousal was still there. I could see she would be ready to go a few more times in a short while, but the edge was off; her burning need temporarily satiated.

"Sarah, baby. Rest a moment and I'll get you something to drink, OK?"

She closed her eyes to indicate her understanding.

I left her room, making a stop at the bathroom to wash my hands and face. Picking up a fresh towel and filling the cup I found in front of the mirror, I returned to Sarah's bedroom. The water helped with her thirst. I used the towel to clean her up more.

"How are you feeling, Sarah?"

"God, Mitch. I've never felt this kind of need before. I thought I was going to die. I was burning up. I scared you, didn't I?"

"Yes, for a while. I didn't expect such a reaction, but I understand. You must have fantasized about it a long time. All the built-up emotions inside... had to come out."

"I did fantasize a lot! I told you I lusted after you, but I didn't expect it would be like this. I'm sorry."

"It's all right, Sarah. We still have the whole night."

"You're not scared to continue?"

"Why should I be scared?"

"I don't want you to take my reaction wrong, Mitch. I love you, as a friend and a bed partner. Do you understand?"

"I understand, Sarah. We've been friends since childhood and we lusted after each other. We just didn't know what to do about it then. Now, we do. You still have a lot in your system and you need to get it out," I replied.

She smiled at that. "Yeah. You're right. I didn't know how much, until a while ago. How about you?"

"I have some pent up lust as well, but I can wait. Not many people get to realize a childhood or teenage fantasy. In that respect, we're lucky. Now, we need to get you ready. We've taken longer than we planned and I'm afraid you've been pretty vocal."

"Really?"

I nodded.

"Screw that. This is my house. I got my bells rung and I'm not going to apologize for it. Especially for something that I never thought I would ever have," she replied, with an uncompromising tone. I could see she wasn't concerned or bashful about what people might have heard, or any gossiping.

"Still, you might want to brush your hair and refresh your makeup."

"OK. But first, I want you to put the tampon in."

"You sure you can handle that?"

"Yes, Mitch. I can handle that. You took the edge off."

I got off the bed and kneeling in front of her spread legs, I put the tampon in, taking care not to hurt her. I could see she was already juicing up when I was busy with the tampon. After the delicate operation was over, she got off the bed. Then she picked the wet towel. As I expected, on the comforter, there was a wet spot. When she saw it, she chuckled and shrugged her shoulders. "I guess I'll have to take it to the cleaners, but it was worth it."

She put on the new panties and then her jeans. Sitting in front of her dresser, she cleaned up all her make up, but didn't put on new make-up, going for a natural look. She didn't need to. She had the freshly fucked look and was going to flaunt it. After brushing her hair, she was ready. Before leaving the room, we shared a gentle kiss.

"You washed up?" she asked.

"Wouldn't do to go out smelling like that, would it?"

"No, but it could help you keep the sharks away," she teased.

"I don't think I need any shark repellant, anymore. Not after your public announcement," I quipped back.

Laughing, she said, "Well, they can eat their hearts out."

"I don't want to sound arrogant, but some may, when they take a look at you. You positively glow. You're going to flaunt it, aren't you?"

"What can I say, I feel absolutely wicked. Why not add insult to injury?" she quipped with an impish grin.

Putting her arm around my waist, she said, "Let's go. I'm dying of thirst."

Back in the living room, Kathy saw us. From the smile on her face, it was apparent she had not missed what happened. I would have been surprised if anybody had. Sarah led us to the kitchen to get a glass of water. A few minutes later, Kathy joined us.

Why did I think she would not?

She didn't beat around the bush and went directly to the point. "Are you staying here?"

"Yes. Sarah asked me to help with the clean up after the party and we want to catch up on old times," I replied without skipping a beat, before I realized I had said the wrong thing.

"Catch up on old times? I thought you already did that?" she quipped.

"Well, we still have some more catching up to do," Sarah said.

I added pointedly, "We also thought you and Mark would like to have some quiet time at your place."

"Thank you," she replied, her tone softer, without a trace of teasing. "You guys want to join us for a late brunch, tomorrow?" she asked.

I looked at Sarah to see what she wanted to do.

"Sure, Kathy. Can we make it a bit later than usual, say two or three o'clock?" Sarah replied.

Hearing that, Kathy laughed at Sarah. Then with a knowing look, she quipped, "No problem, Sarah. Just don't kill him. He's the only brother I've got."

"I wouldn't do anything you wouldn't, Kathy," Sarah came back.

"If you excuse me ladies, I think I'll join Mark. I don't think I want to hear anything further."

I must have been brain-dead--'probably I imbibed too much pussy juice' I thought--as I realized I had repeated my mistake a second time. It was not only the wrong thing to say, but was also like waving a red flag to a bull; an invitation.

"Yeah, you do that. We'll join you later. We have to catch up on things," Kathy came back, stopping me dead on my tracks.

When I looked at Sarah, she had an unabashed smile on her face, enjoying my discomfort and Kathy's incessant teasing.

"I changed my mind," I said, hoping they would not talk about some things in my presence--Yeah, call me stupid! I know I can be a dumb ass!

"OK, keep us company then," Kathy said casually, with a shrug. Without skipping a beat, she turned to Sarah, and asked, "So, how was he?"

Would somebody kick me in the ass? Please? Better yet, can somebody lend me some brains?

I didn't know who was using my mouth, but it sure wasn't me--I wouldn't be that stupid, would I?

As I stood there, shocked at her gall, Sarah replied, "Very good, Kathy. You wouldn't believe it."

"Oh, I think I would. I heard you. Loud and clear," Kathy responded.

Their tone was casual as if they were having a conversation about a movie or something. The only thing that was out of place was the smile they both had, knowing the effect they were having on me.

"That doesn't do justice to how it felt, Kathy. It was much better than that," Sarah continued.

My stubborn side kicked in. I wasn't going to give them the satisfaction of being run off the kitchen, so I gathered myself and assumed a nonchalant stance. I was also curious how far they would take it.

"Oh, I wouldn't be so sure, Sarah. The conversation almost came to a stop, when we heard you," Kathy piped up.

At that, Sarah colored a bit and gave a questioning look to Kathy to see if this was part of the joke they were having at my expense or if she was being serious, but Kathy was not giving anything away. I took heart at that development, and was sure that Kathy's comment would put a stop to the charade.

Composing herself, Sarah forged on. "I disagree, Kathy. Nothing I could say can compare to how good it was."

Not wanting to stop the joke early, Kathy relented. "Hmmm. I guess I have to take your word for it. Tell me, what happened?"

Getting back into the swing of things, Sarah continued. "Well, he took off my belt. Then he unbuttoned my jeans. After helping me off with my shoes, he slowly pulled my jeans down. Once he had them off, he took hold of the waistband of my panties. He could see I was soaking wet. Oh, that reminds me... I'm forgetting what brought the whole thing on in the first place." At that Sarah gave a meaningful look to Kathy.

Taking the hint, Kathy responded, "Yeah, tell it from the beginning. I don't want to miss the story."

"Well, he agreed to spend the night here. I was pretty worked up by then, so I told him I needed a change of underwear. He reminded me that we could enact a teenage memory." With that, Sarah took a dramatic pause.

Of course, Kathy didn't miss the signal and asked, "Teenage memory? I don't remember you telling me about a teenage memory involving Mitch."

"No, I didn't tell you. It had been pretty embarrassing, but since it was long ago, now I can. After all, that's what started this whole episode."